#I always knew I wanted to be a walking Wikipedia

[redcrescentmoons]

Can you write a fic where Logan (If you write for him ofc if not, it could be Max, too) meets reader (Reader could be a celebrity of some kind like an actor or a NASCAR driver) in a gala or fancy event and it's kind of just love at first sight. For the rest of the event Logan/ Max tries to ask the reader out maybee? :3

It would be pretty cool but I'm pretty sure this idea has already been used countless times already buuuuut it would be pretty cool though

Thanks for reading this :D

Can’t keep my eyes off you

Logan Sargeant x gn!actor!reader

Note: You didn’t specify a reader gender (I write male and gender neutral readers) so I made it gender neutral but I can change it on request

In all honesty, Logan had never been a fan of all the fancy events he had to go to. He understood what it meant for him and for the team of course, but that didn’t mean they were his cup of tea.

Luckily for him, Alex was there too, and he knew that meant they could spend the entire evening chatting and waiting for the event to come to an end.

They weren’t the only Formula 1 drivers there; and frankly, apart for Lewis, most of them wanted to leave as well.

And so Logan stuck to his group, the people he saw every week, because it was better then socializing.

As they talked in their corner, drinks in hand, Logan fidgeted around; his suit was too uncomfortable, it was too warm in the crowded room, his dress shoes were squishing his feet.

A late arrival had everyone turning their heads: it was a very good-looking person, one that Logan didn’t recognize, but captured his attention nonetheless.

His fidgeting stopped; he went completely still, jaw slack and eyes wide, as he observed the newcomer.

"Who is that?" he was whispered to Alex, in hopes of getting some information about the stranger.

"Oh them? That’s Y/N L/N, they’re a super famous actor, I can’t believe you don’t know who they are."

So that was your name and job down. But what else could he learn about you? He had already been scolded by his team principal for using his phone too much during events, so that was ruled out.

He settled for the closest thing he could find to Wikipedia: his friends.

"What do you know about that person? Y/N L/N?" he asked the entire group.

They started blurting out random things, from your nationality to the name of your pet, and put together the information was actually quite a bit. Impressive for who he was asking.

But there was one question Logan still wanted to ask.

"And are they, by any chance, into men?" His mumbled question still managed to get picked up by his group, luckily, because he didn’t think he could say it again.

"Yes don’t worry" said Charles, the only one to have met him before "And they’re single too" the monegasque added, winking at Logan.

A slight blush spread on the American’s cheeks at being teased; and yet he couldn’t help but think about the actor, even as the conversation switched subjects.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering across the room, to where you were stood, looking perfect, greeting those who came and talked to you.

Logan wondered if there was a chance he would be one of those people, to confidently walk up to you and just start a conversation.

But that wasn’t really him, was it? As much as he liked to exhibit a confident personality in interviews and such he couldn’t flirt for the life of him.

And so Logan settled for observation from afar, at least for a little bit.

He listened to what his friends were saying distractedly, half listening and the other half of his mind consumed by the stranger.

It was so unlike him, to see someone for the first time and completely fixate on them, and yet he just couldn’t help it.

Even when he tore his gaze from you it always wandered back, like a magnet. He kept thinking about what it would be like to talk to you, to actually be close, and in that moment there was nothing Logan wanted more.

He had completely spaced out, staring at you from across the room, until Max brought him back into the conversation with a "What do you think Logan?" that he honestly couldn’t respond to.

His friends laughed, finding his cluelessness funny, while filling him in on what he had missed. While he actually listened this time, Charles moved closer to Logan and whispered in his ear "Shoot your shot. Just trust me."

He couldn’t say it wasn’t helpful, given Charles was the only one to have met you before, and yet that just wasn’t enough to convince him to do it.

He turned away from their little side conversation to join back into the groups, shooting you a glance while he could.

Each time he saw your smiling face he thought about how inviting and nice you looked and how easy it would be for him to actually talk to you, and yet he still chickened out.

It was nearly two hours later now and Logan hadn’t stopped thinking about the actor for a second.

He was afraid of the evening coming to an end without him having talked to you, and it filled him with dread.

He went down the rabbit hole in his mind: What if he never did talk to you? He didn’t think he would be able to bring himself to stop thinking about you, and knew he would regret not speaking to you if he didn’t. And yet he remained afraid.

That was until Logan looked over to where he had seen you last and didn’t find you there. He looked around the large event venue, unable to find you, getting worried you had left already and he had missed his chance.

He was beginning to spiral, until he felt someone’s arm brushing against his own; no wait, someone was hugging Charles from behind. Logan didn’t think much of it until he realized it was your arm against his, and he began to blush madly.

You hadn’t seen Charles in a while, and you couldn’t wait to talk to him again, but people kept getting in your way, asking about you and telling you their opinions about their latest movies. And frankly, you wanted to check out the cute blonde boy standing next to your monegasque friend.

Logan watched you pull away from Charles, who messed with your hair playfully the moment he realized it was you.

You slotted yourself in between Charles and Logan as Charles introduced you to everyone, and Logan could feel his heart beating faster.

You started chatting with the whole group, getting to know the friends Charles had promised to introduce you to long ago.

Logan stayed quiet, admiring your beauty, and wondering if it was appropriate to pull you aside to talk privately.

Ultimately he decided it couldn’t be that bad, and when the conversation took a turn and you stayed quiet he pulled you aside, not far, just enough for a little bit of privacy.

You weren’t entirely sure what was happening, but followed suit as Logan pulled you a couple meters away from the other drivers.

"Hi! I’m Logan, we didn’t get to talk much." yep, that was a good opening line.

As Logan started his conversation he couldn’t help but fall further in love with you, entranced by your voice and personality.

Eventually he told himself he had to do it and, during the conversation, he blurted out "Do you want to go out with me?"

He wasn’t very happy with how he had done it, but knew the nerves had just taken over. He hoped it hadn’t put you off.

"I would love to" you said, smiling gently at him. He realized that wasn’t your fake smile, the one you were giving those that greeted you earlier; he felt special: he had caused your genuine smile, and he was the one that got to see it.

Little did you both know his entire group had been listening, and began to cheer as you both exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact, right as the event came to an end.

You walked outside with Logan, Charles and their friends, Logan still smiling as he talked to you.

As you stepped in your own car, and they went to theirs individually, you said goodbye, and Logan watched you until the very moment he couldn’t anymore, excited at the prospect of your future date.

He was glad he had been unable to keep his eyes off of you.

[theresistanceneverquits]

I think everything you need to know about me can be explained by the fact that in kindergarten when we were given mostly free reigns to do what we wanted at different stations, my go-to was always to draw pictures of Star Wars characters in the allotted box and then write a biography of said character in the lines underneath.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

You want my jacket?

John Egan X W.A.C! Reader

Summary: Y/n wants Bucky's jacket, but they have a little competition before...

Warning: Swearing/ sport inaccuracies (Wikipedia stats)/ use of Y/n/ flirting/ mention of erection/ kiss/ sexism (little bit)

Word count: 1.1k

The music was loud, Y/n and her friends made their way through the room, it was a party in their honor, and someone’s 25th mission. The W.A.C division Y/n was in just got transferred to Thorpe Abbotts. Y/n was a weather broadcaster, she was going to brief the men on the conditions they were going to fly. She liked her job, sure it was boring sometimes, but she got the insight on big mission and her job was important. She felt like she was truly having an impact on the war, not a big one, but still.

When John Egan learned that W.A.C were coming on the base, he was like every man on the base; excited. Unlike Buck, he didn’t have anyone to write to at home, he was single and loved woman! When his eyes stopped on Y/n, he knew that he needed to talk to her. Her uniform fitted her so good; her curves were highlighted, and he always loved woman with curves. So, when he walked up to her, he was a little nervous, but he tried to hide it.

‘’Hello ladies’’ he said, looking at all the woman, then he looked at the one he wanted. ‘’Hi, I’m Major John Egan, but please call me Bucky, what’s your name, gorgeous?’’ he flirted. Y/n blushed and hid a giggle. ‘’I’m Y/n, nice to meet you’’ she extends her hand for him to take. The other girls were a giggling mess. When Bucky took her hand, she felt something pass through them, maybe she was just nervous, but it felt weird. They went to sit at a table and Bucky ordered drinks. ‘’So, Y/n, what are you doing here?’’ he asked, looking at her. ‘’I’m the new weather broadcaster, so we’re going to see each other a lot’’ she flirted. Words of his reputation had got to Y/n’s ears, when the Colonel briefed them on the attitude of the men at the base, the woman were warned about Major Egan. Y/n was curious to see if his reputation was true. ‘’You’ll be Miss Sunshine?’’ he asked, with a grin on his face. ‘’Exactly, but with this English weather, I’ll be Miss Cloud, Rain and Fog’’ she joked. He laughed at her joke, he always thought English weather was shit. ‘’Maybe your presence will bring more sun over the base’’ he took a sip of his drink. Y/n tilted her head, before taking a sip of her drink.

‘’I highly doubt that, but hey I’ll probably die of cold, you on the other hand, you’re going to be okay with that beautiful jacket’’ she smiled. He looked at his jacket, then looked at her. ‘’You like my jacket?’’ he asked, with a crooked eyebrow. She nodded as she finished her drink. ‘’Yeah, they didn’t give us any jacket, they didn’t have the money for us’’ she chuckles. A wicked idea came to her mind, she was a fan of baseball, so was he… ‘’Okay, what about a quiz, on the subject of your choice, if I win, I get your jacket, if you win, what do you want if you win?’’ she says. ‘’I want a kiss’’ he grins. ‘’Then if you win, you’ll get your kiss. You in?’’ she asked. He nodded and called Curt, he was a fan of baseball and knew the Yankees. ‘’I’m on, and by the way, I hope your baseball knowledge is good, you know the Yankees, sunshine?’’ he teased. He was 100% sure he was going to win; nobody knew baseball as good as him, but that’s what he thought. Y/n was grinning like a devil, she was getting that jacket!

‘’Ok, last question since you’re both equal in points, Spud Chandler broke the record for what this season?’’ Curt asked. Y/n thought for a second and then took the apple, it was their buzzer. ‘’Y/n?’’ the room went silent; money was changing hands around the bar. Their little competition was the main entertainement right now, soldiers couldn’t believe that someone knew baseball better than Bucky. ‘’ Lowest earned run average in a season’’ she said, smiling. Curt pushed his tongue on his cheek before looking at other guys. ‘’That’s right, you officially win!’’ He exclaimed, making the woman and some guy’s cheer for her. Bucky’s jaw was on the floor, that woman knew baseball, was supporting the Yankees and she just beat him. Now he had to give her his jacket! Bucky looked at the woman, she was smiling proudly. He smiled as he shook his head. He went closer to her. ‘’Let’s get out of here, sunshine’’ he said, she nodded, and they went outside.

‘’How come you know that much about baseball?’’ he asked. They started to walk around the base. ‘’Weather girl wasn’t my original plan, I wanted to be a sport reporter, but because I’m a woman, it’s impossible, but I know a lot about sports’’ she explained. He thought he was dreaming; this woman was surreal. ‘’That was really impressive, even though you beat me, it was amazing’’ he said, he truly meant it, he was in awe before her. ‘’Thank you, but I think you owe me something’’ she grins. Bucky rolls his eyes before taking his precious jacket off. ‘’Take care of it’’ he said, before giving it to her. ‘’Can you help me put it on?’’ she asked. Her back was facing him, he helped her put the jacket on, smelling her perfume properly for the first time. She smelled good, too good, it was going to be stuck in his mind now. Seeing her in his jacket kina turned him on, he didn’t know why, but it was a problem. ‘’Thank you, Major’’ she smiled proudly. ‘’I wish I could say it's my pleasure, but that would be a lie’’ he said, laughing to hide his pain. Y/n giggled as they continued their walk.

‘’That’s me, I have to go to bed early. I’m waking up at 0500 tomorrow I have to do my job’’ she smiles. Bucky nods quickly, expecting her to walk to her building, but she stays in front of him. ‘’Since we were equal, it’s only fair that you get your part of the bet’’ she says. Before he could process what she meant she quickly kiss him on the lips. By the time he acknowledges what just happened, she’s already at the door. ‘’Good night, Bucky, thanks for the jacket’’ she says, his name sounding like a prayer on her lips. ‘’Good night sunshine’’ he said. She blew him a kiss before entering the building, with his jacket on her. Yep, his problem was definitely growing more…

[blues824]

Hi! If requests are still open, ignore this if they aren't, could I request Savanaclaw with a fem! honey badger reader?

The one time I used Wikipedia lol. Reader is not Yuu, but stays in Ramshackle.

Leona Kingscholar

The first thing he noticed was that you were independent and strong. You were actually ferocious, and when you stepped on his tail in the greenhouse you were not afraid to use your long nails to scratch him to escape. But this was actually what made him attracted to you. You were a fighter, and he liked that.

You didn’t let anyone walk all over you. He’s seen the amount of times where even Jack shows up to Savanaclaw with a black eye, and he said it was because he trespassed into Ramshackle without your permission. Everyone was scared of you, but only he knew about the tunnels you dug underneath the old dormitory building. For some reason, you trusted him.

The two of you can often be found cuddling with each other in a den you made in your tunnels. It was a bit weird for Leona at first, but he knew that honey badgers typically didn’t even take on mates so this was weird for you as well. He actually liked the new level of privacy that the tunnels held for the two of you, so now no one would interrupt your naps. 

Your unique magic actually came in handy during his overblot, because you were able to dig underground and surprise attack him by jumping through the dirt and uppercutting him in the jaw. The best part was that your skin was super thick, and thus he couldn’t turn you to dust. You were practically invincible. The only vulnerability you showed was when he backhanded you in the head and you stumbled. Unfortunately, this meant that it was his target and you ended up unconscious as Yuu and the others finished him off.

In the infirmary, he woke up first. After he said hi to his nephew who was right on his chest, he looked over to see you still out. He quickly sat up, remembering all that had happened and realizing that he had the overblot entity behind him hit you hard in the head. Last time he checked, the head was the most sensitive and vulnerable spot on a honey badger. He found a nearby chair and, with a bit of struggle, moved it next to you so he could sit closer to you.

Ruggie Bucchi

You reminded him of the women back in his homeland, and you definitely scared him. Your sharp nails, your borderline mean attitude, it all intimidated him. He’s seen the first years have black eyes because they impede on your territory in Ramshackle. The only ones who have been unscathed from being in your burrow under the dormitory were himself and Yuu, and he is very honored.

It wasn’t always that way, though. When you found out that he was the one behind all of the accidents, you scratched him with your sharp claws and threatened that you would be willing to bite his ears off if he didn’t stop. He let out a whimper out of nowhere, and he sweatdropped before telling you that he would discontinue his actions.

However, now his favorite pastime is cuddling with you in your nesting burrow. There were a bunch of pillows in there, and he thought it was the perfect resting place. You told him more about honey badgers, and the fact that you were letting him in there meant you were committing to this relationship. He was, too, because he loved you a lot.

He was extremely scared for you when you were going up against Leona in his overblot, but when he started turning to dust after being touched, you were seeing red. You were throwing more hands than the lion could catch. You even landed a powerful uppercut, but it only ended up making him angrier and you being knocked unconscious by a blow to the head. Ruggie ran over, trying to get you to wake up, but you were out cold.

This man did not want to leave your side at all. He was growing worried. Maybe you suffered brain damage? However, the nurse had told him that you would be alright. He could not sleep at all, not with you still unconscious. He felt so bad, like he was guilty of doing this to you. He wishes he could take it all back, if he’s being honest.

Jack Howl

He met you when Yuu and you came to him asking for help against Leona. You sighed in pure anger when he said that he wouldn’t help. You actually reached up and pulled him down by the ear and said that he would help unless he wanted to end up like Ace Trappola. The Heartslabyul student attended class with a black eye and a bruised lip… oh.

You weren’t afraid to stand up for yourself either. Ruggie was going to try and take over your body just to make you fall down the stairs, but before Jack could stop him you took a fall. But, you got right back up and used your unique magic to go underground. No one knew where you were, but in a few seconds you burst out of the ground and slashed at the hyena’s face with your claws. Blood was drawn, and the wolf winced upon seeing his dorm-mate like that.

As much as this guy seems tough, he does like cuddling with you. His tail is a big source of warmth that you enjoy in the comfort of your nesting burrow. He actually gave you one of his blankets because it smells like him, and he once caught you sleeping with it. The sight made him super flustered, and Yuu made fun of him for being such a ‘simp’.

When Leona overblotted, Jack did not want you rushing into battle. He actually shouted your name when the Housewarden grabbed your arm, but you just twisted and wrestled and turned out fine. It was only when you landed an uppercut from bursting through the dirt below where you got hit in the head. The Savanaclaw First Year was enraged, and Ace and Deuce had to stop him from rushing in as well.

The last thing you heard was your name being shouted before you passed out. Your wolf boyfriend carried you to the infirmary, and he growled at anyone who came too close to you… even the nurse. He would have skipped out on all of his classes just to be sure that you were alright, but the other first years dragged him out and into the classrooms.

[smoooothoperator]

Beautiful Stranger

01: Way To Fall

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Lando being Lando, crash, injuries

Masterlist

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next part

a/n: here you have the fist chapter of my new story! I hope everyone likes it and welcomes my new character Lily

kalimera: good morning

glykiá: sweety

efkharîsto: thank you

🎮

When the summer break arrives, everyone wants to know where the drivers will go. They ask where their vacations will be, if they'll spend time with their families, go to parties or stay at home to do the activities they couldn't do during the first half of the season.

"So? What are you going to do?" Carlos asked me, a glass of God knows what type of drink on his right hand, and his left arm on the back of the long couch. "You'll go with your family somewhere with that big boat?"

"I don't think so, mate" I sighed. "I just don't feel like that. My brother has to take care of two kids, my sister has summer competitions… I'm not in the mood, actually"

"And what are you going to do? Stay in your apartment and play videogames?" he laughed, making me roll my eyes and look away. 

"I don't know, maybe I will do that" I groaned.

"Go somewhere alone" he said, placing the glass on the table and grabbing his phone. "Buy tickets to somewhere far enough of the spotlight and rent an apartment. I bet that would be exciting"

"Yeah, right. That only happens in movies" I scoffed while drinking a little of my beer. 

"And you don't want it to happen to you? Come on, I know you are tired of the dating rumors, of being always on tabloids asking about your love life in summer. You should go somewhere alone, far from the media" he said, patting my back.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I should go to a place where no one knows who I am. Maybe I should grab a map and find a place where I can be on my own.

That's how I ended days after searching for a place where I should go. 

Portofino? No, even if it's a beautiful place there are a lot of tourists and famous people there.

Somewhere in Spain? No… I was there last summer.

France? The Netherlands… no, they would recognize me.

Greece. That country has many islands. Maybe I can go somewhere and stay there all the break. 

There are some islands where communication barely arrives, where you live in a mix of the past and the present and ignore the exterior. Right, that’s what I need. 

I tried to find a good place, somewhere not too difficult to access. I shouldn’t rent a car, right? I have to look like a normal guy that casually has lots of money. No big luxury brands to be seen, no expensive watches or jewelry. I have to look like another tourist that wants to be in a village for a few weeks.

Now… How should I go there? Which place should I go? Not Mykonos, not Rhodes or Santorini. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. 

“Huh? Where are you going?” Max asked, walking behind me and watching the screen of my laptop. “Greece?”

“I want to go alone” I sighed, rubbing my forehead and looking at the screen, the list of all the islands of Greece were shown in front of me. “But I don’t know where to go”

I saw Max sitting next to me, looking at the screen and  reading it. I searched in Wikipedia the list of islands just to know the name of them. But then the population was next to the names.

“Tell me a number between 1 and 144” he said, taking the laptop away from me.

“What?” I frowned looking at him. “Mate, it’s not a game, come on…”

“I’m helping you decide where you’ll go. So tell me a number” he frowned.

“God… Okay…” I sighed, closing my eyes and thinking of a number. “32?”

“Well, now you’ll go to Parga” he said.

I sighed. That was easy. It was too easy, and I didn't like it. I needed a place to get lost, my mind wanted to be in somewhere where neither my best friend knew where I was.

"But…" I sighed while brushing my hair with my hand. 

"I won't tell anyone" he sighed. "Lando, mate… you need it. I understand. Now with those rumors about you saying things you never said and the girls they say you are dating, you need to be somewhere away from the problems"

I look at him and nod. He's right, of course he's right. Carlos and him know me, they know how bad the hate affects me and how it makes me feel. 

"I'll go to that place" I sighed nodding. "But promise me you won't tell anyone"

🖌️

The started great. Everyone in the village started their routine as always, going to their boats, opening their restaurants and starting to cook. The streets smell of food, the women making their traditional dishes just to serve the tourists that came here, kids running and playing on the streets with their friends and the old people talking on the door of their houses.

"Kalimera, Nora" I smiled at the woman that was preparing some breakfast.

"Oh, Lily" she smiled, kissing my cheek. "Today we have a reservation. Someone will come to one of the apartments"

"Oh, really? At what time?" I asked, serving myself a cup of coffee. 

"Don't worry about it, Dorien will take care of it" she smiled. "He works for me, glykiá. You can go do your work"

I smile and nod, taking a deep breath and looking at her.

Nora Makris, owner of some of the apartments here in Parga. The day I came she adopted me as one of her kids, taking care of me and helping me with everything I needed. 

"What are you going to do today?" she asked, putting a plate of fruit in front of me.

"I think I'll work for a while at the cafeteria and then I'll go to the beach" I smiled at her.

Life here is easy: you wake up, get dressed always with a bikini under the clothes, work for a while and then go to the beach. Do you need more money? You can guide the tourists and help them with everything they need and translate things from the local people. 

Three years ago I came with the idea of escape from my life, needing a place to disconnect and forget about my past. And thanks to Nora now I have a place to call home. Working in the cafeteria is always fun. The villagers come and teach me some of their traditions, they teach me their language and how to live like them.

After I finished my breakfast I started to help Nora, making coffee or baking things. I know everyone in this place, so I greet them with their name and make their favorite things the way they like.

"Kalimera, Lily" they smile when I arrive at their table, complimenting my coffee or my outfit.

Everybody wants to know about me. Why would a young woman come here alone for a trip and stay longer than expected? They say I'm mysterious, that I'm a gift from the gods. Maybe that's why they treat me like I was born there, not asking about my origins or about my life, only accepting that I'm one of them.

The morning went quick, the same routine as always. The upstairs neighbor wanted a coffee with a plate of mixed fruit, the old lady that lives two doors away wanted her morning tea with one of the pastries of the day, the mother that lives with her two kids wanted her usual morning coffee and a toast with avocado and cream cheese. Everyone has their story here, and that's what I love about this place. 

"Lily, you can leave now" Nora said walking towards me. "I'll for a while for the lunch time and them I'll start preparing some dishes for whoever wants to come"

I nodded and smiled, grabbing my bag and taking off my apron, leaving it on the hanger that is next to the backdoor.

I went to my apartment, going upstairs and opening the door. I have to get changed and make something for lunch, something quick and easy so I can go to the beach soon.

Everything was going great. I was listening to music while cooking, singing on top of it and moving around. Cutting tomatoes, making some bread and making chicken to make a gyro. 

I heard noises in the apartment next to mine, like someone talking in English and opening and closing doors, even someone talking dirty English. Walls here are thin, but I won't complain. I prefer having thin walls rather than not having anything.

When I finished making my lunch I grabbed my laptop and went to the balcony, eating everything while watching a show.

"That's Peaky Blinders?" I heard a voice from the other balcony.

I stopped the episode and frowned, looking at the tall wall that separated both balconies. I can't see the face of the person that talks to me, I only can hear him.

"Eh… yeah" I nod, blushing. "How do you know?"

"The accent and that they are always saying Thomas Shelby" he chuckled. "It's a great show"

"Yeah it is" I nodded, smiling. "It's the second time I watch it"

"That's nice" he said, and then silence again.

I continued watching the show, but it was awkward. Nora should have told me that the tourist was going to be my neighbor, that we were going to share walls.

The rest of the lunch time was relaxed. After I finished the lunch I laid on the couch to watch a little more of the show while packing my beach bag and getting changed to go there.

The beach here is some streets away, and on the way to it there are many stores to get the attention of the tourists: souvenirs, ice cream shops, things for the beach, even swimwear and sandals shops.

I grabbed my earphones and started playing some soft music after getting out of the apartment, locking the door and putting the keys on the bag. 

I started my way to the beach, smiling at some people that recognized me and even stopping to talk with some of them. The old women always have something to talk about, even some of them try to make me date their grandsons.

"They would settle down with someone like you" they use to say. "You are so responsible and down on Earth!"

It always makes me laugh. I'm mysterious to them, no one knows why I came, only Nora. 

I kept walking down the street, hearing music that now wasn't as soft as before. It was some type of rock, making me not hear my surroundings.

Making me not hear the scooter that was driving straight towards me.

"Stop!" the guy screamed, but it was too late for him to break and for me to jump back. "Shit!"

I fell to the floor. It was so fast, making me fall hard. I could feel blood in the plan of my hands and my knees, even a sharp pain on my ankle.

"Shit, are you okay?" he gasped, leaving the scooter on the floor and kneeling in front of me.

"What the hell?" I groaned, but I immediately moaned in pain. "Just pay attention to the road!"

"I did! You were the one that wasn't paying attention!" he exclaimed and it made me gasp, looking at him.

"It's you" I frown, recognizing the voice.

"Me?" he frowned, nervous. "What? You know who I am?"

He looked around, searching for someone or something. I could feel how anxious he was feeling right now.

"Shit, do you know who I am" he groaned.

"Yeah, my neighbor" I said, looking at him. 

"What?" he mumbled, frowning. "Oh, you are the one that is watching Peaky Blinders… yeah, sorry"

I frown and look around. Was he searching for someone? No one was around, at this time people are already on the beach or working on their shops.

"Shit, you can walk, right?" he sighed, helping me to get up.

"Yeah… no" I groaned when I stood on my feet. "No, I think I hurt my ankle"

"Ah shit" he sighed. "Is there somewhere I can take you? Like… a medical center?"

"Yeah" I sigh, leaning on him since he was holding me to not stand on my ankle. 

"Get on the scooter" he said, holding it and sitting on it, looking at me.

"What? No! You just crashed on me with it! I won't get on it!" I exclaimed, but the pain was worse than my own pride.

"I'll help you, okay? And I'll go slow and pay attention to every corner. Now, please, get on the scooter" he sighed.

I look at him and then at the back of his seat, where I'm supposed to sit. I have to get close to him to fit, wrap my arms on his waist and hold him. God, it will be really awkward.

"Come on" he hurried me.

I sighed, grabbing my bag from the ground and hanging it on my shoulder, standing on my good leg while I watched how he was offering me his hand to hold it. I looked at the palm of my hand, gow scratched and bloody it was, then at my knee. I’m surely going to get his shirt dirty with my blood.

“But the blood…” I sighed looking at his hand.

“I really don’t care, come on” he sighed, moving his hand to hold mine helping me get on the scooter. “It’s just blood, I can wash it away. And if you don’t look that ankle it will get worse”

I sigh and nod, getting on the scooter in a really uncomfortable way. He doesn’t have a spare helmet, so he took his helmet off and put it on my head. He didn’t start the engine, making me believe the vehicle was broken.

“Wrap your arms around me” he said looking back at me. 

“What? No!” I exclaimed, raising up my  hands, trying to not touch him.

“You’ll fall if you don’t do that!” he sighed, and grabbed both of my hands wrapping my arms around his waist making me blush hard.

This guy has really a strong rizz, he didn’t even flinch when I placed my hands on his abdomen, the dry blood getting on his shirt and my fingers feeling the line of his abs. 

I tried to not blush, looking away and making sure he couldn’t see me through the mirrors. He smells good too, I wonder what type of perfume he’s using. And his curls are so good made, just on top of his head and on his sides is kinda shorty.

“It’s on this way, right?” he asked me, pointing to a signal that had a cross on it. “It’s in greek”

“Yeah, it's that way” I said nodding.

He parked the scooter in front of the door of the medical center, getting off of it after holding it with the stand. He took off the helmet from my head and then hung it on the handlebar. 

“Do you need help?” he asked, looking at me.

Now I can see his eyes, his face. Well, he's cute. 

“I think so, yeah” I sighed after trying to get out of the seat, but it was impossible.

He helped me, holding my arm and then he turned around. He wanted to carry me on his back? Can this be more awkward than it already is and looks? I sighed, sitting with both my legs hanging on the side of the scooter and looking at his back.

I hope no one is around. Because it’ll be the talk of the town.

🎮

I felt bad. Really, really bad. The moment she recognized me I panicked, thinking that she recognized me because of who I was, not because of my voice. She’s the girl next door that when I walked inside the apartment Max rented for me was playing music while cooking. I heard her voice and then I heard the dialogues of the show I watched not long ago.

Her voice was soft, like velvet, and when she talked to me after I crashed into her, her mad voice made me remember Yuki. She was panicking and in pain, andI could feel how nervous she was while we had the ride on the scooter.

When we arrived at the medical center and I carried her inside of it she started talking in greek, making me impressed. She speaks perfect english and a perfect greek, where is she from?

“I have a sprained ankle” she sighed looking at me.

The moment the nurse saw her when we walked inside the local she guided us to a room, so I placed her on the hospital bed and sat next to her on a chair. I’m not an idiot, I know that it’s my fault and I should take care of what happened.

“Oh…” I frowned, looking at how the nurse was rolling a bandage around her right foot. “I’m sorry, it’s my fault”

She sighed and looked away. I still can feel how  uncomfortable she is. 

“I’ll pay for the medicines you have to take” I said, and she turned her head quickly at me, surprised. 

“No, don’t worry about it! I can pay for them” she frowned, like if she was offended that I was offering to pay for the medicines. 

She sighed and looked away again, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking out through the window. I bet she wanted to be on the beach, she was wearing a bikini under her summer dress, and on her bag there was a towel and a book too. 

“It’s the least I can do, I ruined your day” I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. 

The nurse looked at us and said something that made her blush. I wonder what she said.

“Okay” the girl sighed. “Yeah, okay”

I smiled weakly and nodded at the nurse, watching how she got up to grab something. I grabbed my phone and sighed, searching the dictionary I downloaded.

“How do you say thank you in greek?” I asked the girl, frowning, then I heard her chuckle.

“Efkharîsto” she said chuckling softly. “You came to Greece with no idea of how to say the basic things to survive here?”

“I survive thanks to a dictionary” I said sighing. 

“Well, let me tell you that it’s useless” she laughed. “You should learn the basic words, just to not waste time searching them”

“What’s your name?” I asked her suddenly, looking at her and how her face changed.  “I crashed into you, at least let me know the name of my first victim”

“Your first victim? I feel honored” she laughed, making me laugh. Good, the tension is now less present here. “Lily”

“That doesn’t sound Greek at all” I frowned, looking at her surprised.

“That’s because I’m not from here” she said shrugging her shoulders. “And what’s your name? In case I have to demand you, you know”

“Oh…” I laugh, but my mind immediately started to panic. Should I tell her my name? What if she discovers who I am? “Logan” lie.

“Well… nice to meet you in a bad way, Logan” she nodded.

Well done, Lando.

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[irayoeywa]

the name game ✧

part two.

neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

warnings/notes - rawps are plants that are similar to pickles(as said on the avatar wikipedia idk), lowercase intended, i don’t own any of the gifs, divider creds to shifterium.

< part one part three >

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the next morning, you had a few errands to run before meeting with neteyam. you grabbed your things ready to head out when your sister, tuseÿa, stopped you.

"hey y/n do you wanna come gathering with me today?" she asked. it was an attempt to get you to socialize with the other gatherers in the clan. an offer you declined on many occasions with excuses but this time you actually had other plans.

"i have plans." you answered.

tuseÿa gave you a bored look, "plans? plans to do what?"

'to hang out with neteyam sully' were the words that almost left your mouth but you remembered that tuseÿa has a big mouth. if she found out that you were now friends with neteyam, she would definitely make a big deal out of it which is what you didn't want.

"nothing." is what you said instead. the less she knew, the better.

"nothing? you have plans to do nothing?"

"precisely." you smiled innocently. the younger girl rolled her eyes before walking out of the marui, leaving you alone, you let out a sigh and finally left, heading off to run your errands.

after successfully getting through your errands, you walked over to the area where the ikrans rested. going over to yours, you connected your queue to hers, calming her down from the intense connection.

you smiled, caressing her before finally getting on and leaving high camp.

flying with your banshee always calmed you. everything about pandora calmed you. the smell, feel, and look of nature seemed to put you at ease and you couldn't be any more grateful to be living on such a beautiful planet. the only reason earth was dying is because the sky people didn’t appreciate or protect the beautiful world that was given to them and now they were trying to come to pandora and repeat the cycle. the thought alone hurts you deeply.

the sky people were the reason that the omatikaya people had to move to high camp. they came back to pandora a few years ago and to protect the people, jake sully decided to move his people where they would be safe. and yes, you were safe but just to feel the grass under your feet, you had to get on your ikran every day to do so.

the human scientists at high camp seemed nice and you had no problem with them but you did keep your distance. ri'an was far more interested in human things and always came back explaining a new human holiday or ideology that they partook in. some of them confused you but others did peak your interest.

finally reaching the area that you saw neteyam the day before, you were shocked to see the boy already there. you assumed he was waiting for you but how long had he been standing here?

"future olo'eyktan" you spoke, grabbing his attention. he looked at you, smiling.

"you actually came."

you shot him a puzzled look, "you thought i wouldn't?"

"well you refuse to tell me your name so i didn't know if i could take your word." neteyam responded and you rolled your eyes. again with the name subject.

"we're still on that?"

"and if i remember correctly.. you said you would tell me today." he said, remembering your exact words.

of course you remembered saying that, but you decided to play with him, "hm.. i don't remember uttering such words."

neteyam lightly groaned which you laughed at. you walked closer to the boy, resting your hand on his shoulder.

"come on neteyam, you have better things to worry about than learning my name."

"like what?"

"keeping up with me" you said before taking off. neteyam's eyes widened at the sudden movement and scrambled to follow behind you. you laughed, running through the forest. neteyam was able to catch up with you rather quickly even though you had a head start.

when the two of you finally stopped running neteyam turned to you with a cocky smile on his face, "what was that about keeping up with you?"

the remark made you cross your arms, "you got lucky."

"if that's what you're telling yourself."

the sky started to get darker causing you to look up, it was eclipse. the sun started to disappear as it was replaced with the darkness of the night. but as the light disappeared, the bioluminescence of the forest started to glow.

"come on." you motioned for neteyam to follow you. which he did. as you walked, neteyam started to look around taking in his surroundings. he realized that he didn't know where he was. neteyam was very different from his siblings, his siblings liked to explore the forest and go to new places while he liked staying in his comfort zone. they also liked being in the lab with spider and the scientists which he wasn't very comfortable with.

"i've never been to this part of the forest before." he admitted, walking alongside you.

"really? well, you made a discovery today." you said before walking towards a small lake.

"you seem to really like lakes." neteyam pointed out as you sat down, letting your feet rest in the water. he followed suit and sat down beside you.

you smiled, "i do. i like watching the fish and it's also calming when i'm making something and helps me stay focused."

neteyam nodded as a comfortable silence waved over the two of you. by this time, eclipse was over and now the flora was glowing at its fullest capacity and so were the bioluminescent spots on the bodies of you and neteyam.

as you swung your feet back and forth in the water, you spotted a cluster of rawps next to the water. you grabbed a hold of the knife that was placed in its holder that stays strapped to your chest and used it to cut one of the rounded leaves.

neteyam watched as you inspected the plant before taking a bite. you turned to him and held the rawp in front of him, offering it to him. he took it from your hands and put the entire plant in his mouth.

"damn. hungry ass." you chuckled as you put your knife back in the holder. neteyam laughed and he swallowed the remainder of the salty plant.

the silence returned before neteyam was the one to break it.

"so are you going to tell me your name now?"

you sighed, "neteyam-"

"and please do not say it is not of importance because it is. it is important. you are important." your eyes slightly widened at his words but he continued to speak, "also, my siblings think you are not real since i do not know your name."

"okay." was all you said in response.

neteyam's non-existent eyebrows furrowed, "okay? okay what?"

"i'll tell you my name."

"really?"

"yes. in a game."

"a game?"

you nodded, "mhm. i will say the letters of my name in order randomly and you'll have to put them together yourself."

the thought of this 'game' barely made sense to the boy seated next to you. he didn't understand why you wouldn't just tell him, it was that simple. but he still agreed nonetheless.

"alright fine."

you smirked and bent down putting your hand in the water before lifting it to send some of the water flying towards neteyam, splashing him.

he splashed you back and before you knew it, you were fully submerged in the water, playfully wrestling. you tried to stand up and neteyam grabbed your waist, pulling you back down.

during your laughing fit, a loud hiss was heard above you. the two of you paused, seeing a hexapede standing next to the lake looking at the two of you before it kept moving through the forest.

you took that as a sign that it was time to bring this night to a close.

"we should head back, it is past eclipse anyways." you said standing and making your way out of the lake. neteyam agreed and you led the way back to where you came from since neteyam didn't know where you were exactly.

after letting out a loud call, your ikran came and landed right in front of you. you then turned to neteyam to bid your goodbyes.

"when do you start training again?" you asked him.

"my dad is supposed to be back from his trip tomorrow so tomorrow i'm guessing."

"well, was your day off enjoyable?"

he smiled and nodded, "it was thank you."

you smiled back and started to walk towards your ikran. you connected your queues and climbed on her back.

"oh neteyam?" you called out.

"yeah?"

the first letter of your name left your lips before you took off on your ikran, not waiting to see his reaction.

i really appreciate the support i got on the first part. a writer is always their worst critic and i was stressed bc i thought it was horrible but i really appreciate the love i got so thank you🩷.

the way i was also supposed to post this part 2 days ago but when i sat down to write it, there was a big ass white spider crawling on my bed and i lost it. i've been scared ever since.

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[icallhimjoey]

Hi! First of all, your stories are giving me so much comfort, you have no idea! And I don't know if you are accepting requests or anything, but I was on a bus home today, daydreaming as I always do, and a story idea popped up, and I don't know, maybe you are willing to give it a try to write it. Anyway...

I was listening to Moncrieff's song Warm while commuting and it made me think of a reader (won't lie, I imagined myself ehehehe) and Joe - maybe they are friends but she feels more, and maybe she finds a silver lining in everything that bothers him, encourages him and Joe is not really if his feelings are there yet, but he is definitely thinking more about her in a certain way. So, the idea is that he is so stressed out, so many things are going on, and he is being pulled apart by the industry, colleagues, people around him, journalists, and he finds himself spiralling and then one day he calls her, despite the time difference and she answers, sleepy and whatnot, and that's when he realises that she is the one.

I found that Moncrieff song so nice and I don't know, listen to it if you'd like, and if you won't write it or anything, it's okay. I just had to get it off my chest..

x

omg more people need to do this, this song is BEAUTIFUL hope you like what I've done with your request <3 Wordcount: 1.3K

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Homesick

“Joe?” you answered, the thick of sleep in your voice clearly detectable over the phone.

“Hey,” Joe instantly regretted not checking what time it was in London before he called.

“My God, you better have a good excuse to call me at a quarter past six on a Friday morning.”

Earlier that evening, Joe had shut the door behind him and had let out a deep sigh. Homesick. He had really felt it then and recognized that the annoying negativity he’d been dragging around on his shoulders was a longing for home. He felt so far removed, now across the Atlantic in a city deeply impersonal to him and he wished he could will himself back into his flat in London.

London. Where he knew to find the exact spot of the bathroom light switch when he would reach for it in the dark of night. Where there were cups of strong builder’s tea just the way he liked it. Where there were after work drinks at pubs that would be filled to the brim with others who had the same idea when they walked out of their office buildings at 5. Where people responded to your “sorry” with their “sorry”. Where you were, right now.

Joe’s days in LA were complex, and his job involved many aspects he didn’t have any control over which started taking its toll on him. Especially now that he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a few days. On long days like this one, people would almost seem to handle him like he wasn’t a human being at all. They were all smiles and kind words, but the hours he’d have to work felt inhumane. They asked a lot from him. And that’s not to forget that when Joe would eventually find himself in the comfort and silence of the rented apartment, he’d be up late reading scripts, rehearsing lines, doing self-tapes and deep diving Wikipedia pages in research of characters he would audition for later in the week.

It left him frustrated, moody and snappy, which wasn’t Joe’s default setting, and he actively disliked this version of himself. It didn’t help that the days had started piling together and he’d let it build without mentioning it to anyone. He knew he had to when he’d taken a shower and het let the emotion hurt him in his throat rather than getting it out of his system by having a cry.

There only seemed one solution to his problem, besides actually cutting his trip short which he knew he couldn’t do, but he felt a little apprehensive. Should he bother you with this? You had bigger fish to fry at home – you didn’t need to listen to Joe complain about opportunities he’d been working towards for so many years. But he just wanted to hear your voice. He knew you’d at least be kind enough to make him feel better. Joe remembered how you’d celebrated his upcoming trip with him. The one he was on now. It felt entirely effusive, he’d been on many trips before for his career, but you knew this one would be different. “I know I’ve said it before, but I can feel it, Joe. I can feel it right here.” You pointed to where Joe thought your spleen was located. “I think this is where my conscience sits.” You laughed. “Trust me, you’re going to come back and not recognize this face, so let me pay for your beers tonight so you’ll at least owe me when you get back.” You’d dragged him along to a pub, pride shining out of your eyes at what Joe’s future held. Prouder of me than my own mother, Joe thought.

You and Joe had been friends for too long. You always joked that you crowbarred your way into his life and squeezed yourself in between Joe’s intrusive thoughts and insecurities. A heavy bench to perch yourself on, but your light could easily overtake that darkness within Joe’s mind. And he loved you for it, but it made meeting potential girlfriends so much more difficult, because none of them seemed to live up to what you brought him. They’d be so pretty, but then not as funny as you were. Or they’d be so funny, but they’d lack your soft care for him. Or they’d care so much, but would only listen to Joe and then not do anything to cheer him up. It was always something that didn’t feel right. You were hogging the seat on that bench in his mind that was reserved for a lover. And Joe knew it wasn’t smart, but he let you.

“Sorry,” Joe heard movement of duvet covers as you turned over in your bed. “It’s still Thursday here.” He chuckled through a wince.

A couple of seconds of silence followed, and Joe imagined you in the dark of your bedroom, tucked up in your bed with your phone pressed to your ear and your eyes still closed.

“How’s LA?” you asked, threateningly close to drifting off to sleep again.

“It’s great.” But then you heard it in Joe’s voice, he stitch of melancholy, and you forced your eyes open. Joe wasn’t doing okay.

“That bad?”

“No, really. It’s great! It’s just… it’s a lot.” Joe let his head fall back against the sofa he was sat on.

“Were you expecting it not to be?” Joe could hear the smile that played on your face. He was fine with you poking a little fun, knowing it would give way for bickering that held every potential to lighten his mood.

“You don’t really know what it’s like until you’re here. Until you’re in it.” He defended.

“You sound tired,” you observed. “Get some sleep, it’ll all feel better in the morning.” Your advice filled Joe’s chest with warmth. He knew you were right. “I’m so jealous I’m not there,” you noticed the rain hitting your bedroom windows hard. “It’s really pissing it down here at the moment.”

Joe closed his eyes. He’d love some rain right now, even if it was just to reflect his mood.

“You wouldn’t like it here. This place is heartless.” Joe didn’t exactly have the highest of expectations of LA before having visited, but the way homelessness and decay laid around the corner of the glamour and shine of Hollywood had left a bad taste in his mouth.

“You just say that because your heart’s in London.” You reasoned.

With you, Joe thought.

“How many days until you’re back?” you stifled a yawn, prompting Joe to do the same.

“Too many… like, eleven?” Joe wasn’t sure. “Maybe ten.”

And as you started getting ready to slowly ease yourself into your last day of work before the weekend, Joe started getting ready to finish his day and prepared himself for bed. It was almost as if you were there with him in LA, and simultaneously he was there with you in London.

You chatted about an issue at work as you both brushed your teeth – Joe could barely make out the words. Joe talked about an amazing restaurant he’d been to as you got dressed. The company he’d been in had ruined the experience, so next time, he said, he’d go there with you. You did your make-up as you offered Joe advice on how to find the silver linings, reminding him he was doing good things, great things for himself out there. Joe washed his face as he absorbed every bit of positivity from you that leaked through the speaker of his phone.

And when you opened the curtains in your living room, you could hear Joe close the curtains in his bedroom.

“Goodnight Joey, turn that big brain off, all right? Count to infinity if you must.”

“Have a good day at work,”

“Love you, sleep tight.” You tried your best to say it as a friend, but the butterflies in your stomach seeped through, just... slightly.

“Love you.” Joe tried his best to say it as more than a friend, hearing your butterflies and feeling his own in response.

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[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi! I’m kinda new to how tumblr and it’s the first time I ask, so if I get something wrong sorry.

This is for the Sagau au. I like to think that magic is present in both worlds: theirs is more flashy and movie-like while ours is more spiritual-like. What would Riddle's/ Neige’s/Silver’s reaction be to a dedicated demonologist? Maybe they worship someone like Lilith/ they are god-spoused to someone.

And maybe Lilith sends them warning signs about the guys/ they are dedicate to their belief and path and prioritise it over their role and friendships.

I like to think they are an anarchist which doesn't mix well with Riddle. Neige would be prob be intimidated or blame our belief on NCR, cus they are villains and all. I really want to see what Silver would do?

If it’s too specific, please tell me 🙏🙏🙏 or just pick something that interests you from this ask 😅

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, imprisonment, kidnapping, beheading, death, religion, murder

Riddle Rosehearts/Silver/Neige LeBlanche-Reaction to a dedicated demonologist

Oh Overseer! Your wisdom and grace is unrivalled by anyone! Oh you are a demonologist…

Don’t get me wrong, Riddle is everything but judging as long as a job makes someone happy and well fed but he really didn’t expect that

So you are a big fan of Lilith huh? (“Who the heck is Lilith??!”)

Studies a lot about demonology to understand you and he is all fine and dandy with you liking this as your breadwinning money but…

Do you have to be such a fan of anarchy??!

You are literally a ruler so what the heck??!

He is close to a breakdown

The one ruler he had been looking up to his entire life is in truth against anything they stand for

But then again, no one truly knew something about you before you came here so that is also no too weird to him

He still locks himself into his room for a week at least

Trey is screaming because the first years are doing whatever they want

So… if you aren’t the ruler he always imagined you to be then he just has to make you into one, right?

And now say bye bye to Night Raven College and hi to the Queendom of roses

He will knock you out and sit you onto that throne… now about those shackles on your wrists and legs…

Oh and if you try to end the monarchy they will just think you are testing them, no way out deary

But at least you have all the gold and diamonds in the world! Oh you want to leave? But Rosehearts said you like it here… and he would never lie to them just to keep you for himself!

Uh… yeah… what am I supposed to say here?

Ok so you descend (great first step. It’s not like your readers can count two and two together author!)

But ok, Silver was raised all his life to see you as a God, a higher being!

And now you want to tell him about some dark lady back in your world?

Awesome! So you aren't full of prejudice towards darker beings! I mean, you are God but... awesome!

The only thing that he would be conflicted about is all that anarchy thingy....

You see, he is the shield of a monarch

On one hand he wants to fulfill all your wishes but on the other he also holds Malleus dear

Jokes on him Malleus is currently telling Lilia to behead him the second you say you want him gone to his face

Surely you only need to spend more time with the future King and everything will be fine. Right? RIGHT??!

Is busy the entire time to understand what the heck you mean when you tell him facts about some dude called Lucifer and all of that

But hey, sooner or later he is also a walking Wikipedia page about demons so keep it up

Whenever you start with Anarchy again he falls asleep. It's almost as if he is trying to block that part out...

But good luck to the poor soul who called you weird or something along these lines

Seems like Silver can finally test out how easy skin is cut with a sword

You want to tell me you think this Disney Princess will accept that you are into that kind of stuff

And this leads to him doing something we humans are experts in: denial

But on a more serious note, please give him some head pats. He needs them

Lilith? Who is that? You talked about her yesterday? No you didn't! You DIDN'T! YOU DIDN'T!!!

Why can't you two just run over flower fields and sing songs whilst petting birds instead of talking about what demon is doing whom dirty??’

You are supposed to be perfection! Not some weird freak (oh God! Silver is coming!!!)

So he tries to “correct” you

And with that I mean that he thinks you are just teasing him and instead you want to do flower crowns

No Neige, but keep up that denial

And then you suddenly bring up a new subject. Yay!

It's anarchy. Noooo.....

Neige was already done with the world when you started to swoon over Lilith

But now you also want to see it burn? (They never said that Neige. Don't put weird ideas into their head!)

And for some reason all of this isn't getting better... it's the fault of Night Raven College, right?

So what does a super rich model do when something doesn't go their way? Throw money on it

Ok, actually throw money at a company that will build him a house within a very short amount of time and oh, that house has crowbars in front of its windows and the door is also pretty stable...

Like that you won't be influenced by those people. So please, return to the sweet person you once were!

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Six

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

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Taking your hand gingerly into his, San gave you a questioning smile. It was difficult to describe the vibe he gave off, but you knew it was a good one. Looking down at your now intertwined fingers, you looked up again and gave a small nod of permission. This set his grin even wider as he looked from you and out to the grassy park you were walking across.

"I know it's kind of cliche," he began, his voice startlingly deep for his appearance. "Dates on the Han River...but I think you'll learn that I like cliches when it comes to romance."

"Oh yeah?" you chuckled, enjoying the feel of the sun on your face after being locked inside the hotel for so long. "Why's that?"

"I guess I've always daydreamed about love in a movie type way," he nodded. "Grand gestures and quiet, comfortable moments in between. Nothing has to be rushed when it's someone you really care about."

"You sound like a hopeless romantic," you hummed.

"I guess you're right," he chuckled. "Not like I can afford to be."

"Why not?" you asked, narrowing your eyes toward him.

After a pause, he began slowly. "It's better to choose my fans over romance. When I picked my profession, I knew I'd be making that decision."

Glancing over your shoulder at the cameras following you, you could only sigh. While the show gave ample opportunities to know quite a few wonderful guys, you often forgot how careful they had to be. One wrong comment and their career could be tainted.

Which made you wonder, of course fans were angry that their idols were dating through this program (your apartment was enough to confirm that) but it left you curious of the thoughts of other fans. Often negative opinions were the loudest, but you wanted to know the ones who recognized that their idols would have lives outside of their career.

Treading carefully, you asked. "What about this show? What do you think your fans would think of you making an appearance?"

San's eyes shot toward yours, then roamed around your face as he thought. "I think Atiny know that we will always be theirs, even when we're someone else's. And they're generous enough to know that we deserve all different types of love. At least I hope they do."

"It sounds like you have a very kind and wise fandom," you grinned encouragingly.

The tension that had slowly began to build in San's shoulders dropped a bit. "We have the best fans in the world."

Pulling you to a stop in front of the pop up tent you had seen earlier, he motioned to it. "This is our little hide out for the afternoon."

Breathing out a laugh through your nose, you were hit with how cute the set up was. It was growing increasingly clear that San had very definitively set this whole thing up. It had the touch of a guy just trying to do his best.

The inside of the tent looked very similar to a nest. Blankets, pillows, and an alarming amount of plushies were tossed into the small space. Battery-operated fairy lights were woven alone the inside of the tent, rather haphazardly, but as you looked closer, each little light proved to be a tiny flower. Toward the entrance of the tent, there were several boxes of chicken and a few frozen drinks. The stereotypical Han river date set up and ready.

"Did you do all this?" you laughed, ducking your head to see into the tent better.

San looked to his shoes, the tips of his ears slowly turning red. "My manager and I came out really early to pick the best spot. I brought blankets for when the sun starts to go down. I wasn't sure if you were a naturally warm or cold person, so I didn't want to risk it if you didn't bring a jacket. The plushies are all from my place...it's nice to have something to snuggle. And chicken because...well, that's what you do at the Han river."

"It's perfect," you said quietly, looking back up to find him staring at you.

"Really?" he asked, his eyes wide. A smile split his face as you could see pride take hold. "I was worried it'd be too cheesy. I know that it wasn't a very unique idea and in past seasons there were all these grand gestures..."

"I don't need grand gestures," you affirmed. "Remember when you were talking about the comfortable moments in between? That's what I want."

As you said it, you were mildly pleased to find yourself believing it. Your dates this season weren't over the top or adrenaline inducing, but every day moments you realized these idols didn't often get. You were already stressed enough with the mere idea of dating these impossibly unattainable people, let alone with the addition of fearing for your life after the break in. You liked that Jungkook, Hongseok, and San's date ideas were outrageously normal. When you thought of celebrity, you thought of someone trying to showboat or prove their worth. These men had just been humble and worried if you were going to have a good time.

"We shouldn't let the food get cold," San said, clearly pleased with your response. Helping you down, he chuckled as you plopped into the entrance of the tent and began to settle yourself in. He followed suit, groaning as he eased down beside you. Knees and shoulders jostling yours, you hadn't realized just how wide he was.

Digging around in the tent behind him, he pulled out a small, wooden tray and placed it in front of the two of you. After handing you a drink, he began to pull out the various dishes. They all looked delicious, and a few were even still steaming hot.

"I had my manager run out when they said you were on your way," he grinned, noting the look of surprise on your face. "I don't mind lukewarm food, but you deserve better."

"I don't mind it either," you laughed. "But I appreciate your consideration."

Pulling a blanket over his lap and offering up the other side to you, you nestled beside your date and started to eat.

Chewing in silence, you tried to assess San without clearly staring. His looks were fierce, his features almost feline. Sharp eyes, high cheekbones, and a defined jaw were all enough to make you swoon. That, added to the constant upward curve of his soft lips and catoonish twinkling in his eyes (you weren't lying, his eyes actually twinkled) was almost too much. You knew you would be dating men who were the pinnacle of beauty, but it was simply unfair that they had nice personalities as well.

"So what about you?" San asked, startling you out of your silence. Mid-bite of chicken, he looked toward you inquisitively.

"Was I not listening or did you leave out the first part of your question?" you laughed.

"Sorry," he squeaked, bowing his head in embarrassment. "Sometimes I get caught up in my own thoughts and verbalize it midway through."

"We all have our quirks," you hummed, taking a long sip of your drink. "What am I answering?"

"I was thinking about earlier, when you called me out as being a hopeless romantic," he began.

"I didn't have to call out anything," you chuckled. "You were making it abundantly clear."

"While that may be true!" he accepted. "I was wondering if you considered yourself to be the same?"

"A hopeless romantic?" you pondered. "I guess to some extent."

San tilted his head, waiting quietly for you to continue.

"I may be too much of a realist to be a complete hopeless romantic," you sighed. "I really like the idea though."

San lifted his brows, still waiting.

"Everyone wants their magical fairy tale, in whatever form it takes for them," you said, finally giving up and deciding to fully explain. "Of course I've had dreams since I was a kid of being swept off of my feet by a savior, someone who could protect me. Life was rough and I was far too sensitive for a lot of things I faced. Even when I thought I was tough, my insides were like tofu. That being said, I have to be realistic. Not everything is going to be exactly like those dreams I fantasized about."

"Why not?"

"What?" you asked, caught off guard.

"Why can't everything be like your dreams?"

"I think all of our dreams end up being watered down versions of what we first imagined," you sighed. "I sound terribly cynical right now, don't I?"

"When life is hard, it makes us a cynic," he said. Patting your knee lightly, he smiled sadly. "But I don't think that means you should settle."

"If I don't settle, I may not end up with anything," you laughed.

"And would that really be all that bad?" he asked. "Ending up with nothing or being constantly disappointed every day?"

You hated that there was a note of truth to what he was saying. You assumed as an idol, that feeling of loneliness wasn't foreign at all. Ending up with nothing was almost the norm.

"But you'll find what you deserve, little dubu," he nodded, taking another bite of chicken.

You wrinkled your nose, immediately recognizing the word "dubu" as the Korean word for tofu.

"Did I just unintentionally help you to create a nickname for me?" you wondered out loud.

"I love tofu," he smiled innocently. "I'll even let you call me Mountain in return."

That made sense seeing as how "san" literally translated to Mountain.

"Tofu and Mountain," you hummed. "Quite the pair, aren't we?"

"The mountain will protect his little tofu," he teased. "And make all of their dreams come true."

"That's an awfully high bar to set for yourself," you said, shaking your head. He was precious.

"What's the point of setting a bar if it's not high?" he chimed.

The two of you continued your small talk as you watched other couples and families strolling along the river. Things were surprisingly cozy with San. When you had first shown up for your date, you were off the charts with nerves, but he had seemed to calm you down instantly. It was easy to forget about all of the other terrible things going on when he was your buffer to the world.

"Mission," a voice grunted just as you had forgotten that a mission existed at all.

"Ah," San hissed. "I was waiting for this."

"It's no big deal," you nodded confidently. You hadn't failed a challenge yet.

"You're due for a penalty," he grimaced. "I've seen the other episodes. You passed with flying colors before. Probability is not on our side."

"Now look who's being a cynic," you said, sticking your tongue out at San. Reaching over and grabbing the red envelope from one of the producers, you settled into your spot again. "Should you do the honors?"

"I guess," he grumbled, gently taking the envelope from your hands. Ripping it down the side, he slid a thick piece of paper out. Reading it once, then twice, he looked up with wide eyes.

"That bad?" you croaked.

"A Bicycle Made for Two: Pick up your tandem bike and ride it 400 meters without stopping."

"400 meters?" you groaned. "I can't ride a normal bike that well."

"No stopping?" San asked, quirking a brow. "What if someone steps in the way?"

"We have the sidewalk blocked off," one of the producers confirmed. "Safety precaution."

Right.

"Well," San muttered, pulling himself to a standing position. He offered you a hand. "How's your balance?"

.

"It's going to be okay," San assured, clicking the strap to the helmet closed under your chin.

You weren't sure which had your heart going more quickly, the task at hand or his face so close to yours.

"Worse comes to worse, we do the stupid penalty," you sigh.

"We've got this," San said, leaning forward and tapping his helmet lightly against yours. The small gesture was enough to fill your chest with warmth even though you very much did not have this.

San opted to take the front part of the bike, as he was obviously more athletic and likely had better reflexes than yours. Settling in behind him, you clutched at the small handles and tried to swallow down the potential for anxiety vomit.

"Put your foot on the right pedal," San instructed, taking control of the situation. "On the count of three, we'll kick off with our left foot and start going. Sound good?"

"Good," you chirped, but you were lying. Nothing about the situation sounded particularly good.

"One, two," he said cheerfully. "Three!"

Doing as San had instructed, you kicked off with your left foot and began to push yourself forward. Surprisingly, the movement was synchronized enough to get the two of you moving forward. Letting out a chuckle of relief, you basked in the small win. Now you just had to worry about staying on for 400 meters.

"How you doing back there?" San asked, calling over his shoulder. You looked up to see his wide shoulders in front of you, flexed as his arms gripped the handlebars in front of him. It was honestly delicious.

"Still alive!" you called back. Watching yourselves move steadily along the sidewalk was almost intoxicating. You were really doing it.

Looking back toward the park area, you couldn't help but notice the fans that had accumulated at the barricades security had set up. That feeling of success was instantly snuffed out by the fear of the unknown.

"San," you said, trying to tamper down the whine in your voice. "There's so many people."

"It's okay," he said, having to shout to be heard (which unfortunately nullified the comforting effect you knew he was going for).

"San," you tried again, growing increasingly wary of a large throng of fans ahead of you. "San, I don't feel comfortable."

"What?" he asked, looking over his shoulder again in an attempt to get a clear line of contact in the precarious situation.

"San!" you gasped, finally halting your peddling as you saw a figure approaching the two of you. A girl seemed to have broken through the barrier and had begun sprinting in your direction.

San directed his focus to where you were pointing and let out a shout of alarm. The back of the bike began to fishtail as you had stopped peddling, but San was trying to get ahead of the fan. You attempted to find your footing again, but were failing miserably as the pedals circled faster and faster.

Just as you thought you would be intercepted by the unknown girl, your security guard, Hyuk came out of no where. Taking the fan roughly to the ground just in front of you, you let out a cry. San had over-corrected to avoid the altercation and was sending the bike toward the railing separating the sidewalk from the river.

Slamming the front tire into the guard rail, San flew off the side of the bike and toward the ground. With your position, you were lucky enough to slide off of the back, quickly catching yourself with little effort. Your hands instantly began to fidget at your helmet, desperate to fling it off.

That was when you began to focus on the scene around you. San was on the ground, unmoving.

"San!" you gasped, forgetting about your helmet struggle and rushing over to him.

"I'm okay," he grumbled with a wince. He was laying face down, his arms pinned beneath him, having failed to catch himself in time.

"Let's get you up," you said quietly, lightly grabbing his shoulder closest to you. You could hear his stuttered breathing as he attempted to push himself away from the ground, but ultimately let out a loud groan as he flopped down again.

"What?" you gasped, pulling your hands away. You didn't want to add any unnecessary pain.

"My wrist," he whined. Furrowing his brows again, he began to push himself up with only one hand. Coming to a sitting position, he looked toward you with a frown. You crouched in front of him and began to analyze the arm in question.

You hoped it wasn't a break, but something was definitely wrong. The area was already swollen and red with irritation.

"Come here," you said quietly, trying to fight the tears threatening of spilling over. You quickly freed him of his helmet and suppressed the urge to wrap him in a hug.

"Medic!" one of the producers shouted over the chaos. "We need a medic!"

..

"Really screwed that one up, didn't I?" San laughed bitterly. He was safely settled in the back of the My Idol SUV, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"There was no good way for that to end," Hyuk grumbled from the seat in front of you, flexing his own hand. When he had tackled the girl, the medic was pretty certain he had broken a few fingers.

"We're honestly lucky that it wasn't worse," you said, gnawing on your lip. You were huddled beside your date, a light hand placed on his knee. For whatever reason, you felt responsible for this.

"At least it's just a sprain," San nodded, flexing his fingers now wrapped in bandages. "I can work with a sprain."

"I'm so sorry this happened," you sighed. "Things were going so well."

"You can't help third parties trying to sabotage the situation," Hyuk continued, his voice deadpanned.

"I just can't believe a fan would do that," San clucked, shaking his head. "And don't apologize, dubu. None of this was your fault."

Sure, it wasn't. But what if someone breaking into your apartment was making fans more bold? What if things were only going to get worse? You couldn't mentally handle the burden of innocent people getting caught in the crossfire.

"Hey," San said quietly, breaking through your thoughts. "Look at me."

You begrudgingly glanced up into San's smiling eyes.

"I'm okay."

"I know, but-"

"No," he chuckled, shaking his head. "No "buts." I may not be 100%, but I am close. What happened today sucked, but it didn't take back the moments I got to share with you."

"You're just saying that because you have to," you grumbled.

"Who says I have to?" he asked indignantly. "We're not being filmed anymore, right?"

"Well, yeah," you pouted, crossing your arms.

This caused San to laugh and shake his head. Reaching for the hand you had taken from his knee, he pulled it back toward him and interlaced your fingers. "You're so cute."

"Mmm," you scoffed.

San played with your palm, waiting patiently for you to sort through the thoughts tornado-ing around your head. Finally, you looked toward him and tried to control the tears accumulating on your lash line. "I was scared."

"Dubu," he cooed, opening his blanket and pulling you in close. "I know. I was scared too."

You sniffed despite yourself. "Did you really have a good time?"

"I did," he nodded happily. "We got through that little hiccup. It'll be smooth sailing from here on out."

"Right," you muttered. "Now you get to be locked in a hotel room for the next few weeks. When you finally get a taste of freedom, you get to look forward to being told if the audience thinks we deserve to see each other again."

"Even if they don't," he hummed. "I'll see you again some time. Even if it's just as a friend. The mountain will always protect his dubu."

"Saaaan," you groaned, both loving and hating the nickname he created.

"That's Mountain to you," he chuckled.

Crinkling your nose, your eyes found his. He had such a pure and genuine expression on his face, it was hard to think that anything could have went wrong today.

Being in such close proximity, it was easy to notice the small motion of him licking his lips. You zeroed in on his mouth, instantly regretting it as he smirked. "I don't kiss on a first date."

"I didn't - I wasn't," you stuttered.

His smirk grew into a full grin as he reached up with his bandaged hand and lightly cradled your jaw. You didn't think you were even breathing as he slowly leaned down...

...and rubbed his nose gently back and forth against yours.

Pulling away again, he smiled. "Next time..."

[melliotwrites]

hi! I was wondering on what was your thought processes on naming each of the characters of Adamandi?

Hi! Thanks for the question! A lot of the character names were chosen from either walking around the cemetery near our summer sublet, lists of dark academia names, or Wikipedia's list of passengers aboard the Titanic. We'd then research each name a little to make sure it was appropriate for the time period, the character's family background (if it was a family name/not one they chose themself), and sometimes even its meaning.

Here's some more specifics about each character's name:

Quincy Cynthius Martin: Quincy is from a list of nonbinary names, though to me (Mel) it has a masc bent which seemed appropriate for their gender presentation- a 1930s nonbinary person who still wanted to preserve a connection to masculinity might choose a name like it. It's also a fairly common African-American name, so it's possible they would have named themself after an ancestor or (like one of my fave fan headcanons) musician Quincy Jones.

Cynthius because Quincy chose their own middle name, they're a Classical scholar, and so of course they'd choose a name from Ancient Rome. We borrowed Quincy and Vincent's middle names from names associated with the Innamorati -- the stock characters of "The Lovers" in the Italian commedia dell'arte (Cynthius is a Latin version of Cinthio.) The Innamorati's main function within this theater style is to be overdramatically but sincerely in love, and we wanted to play with this trope in Adamandi (we initially wanted to name it Innamorati but there's apparently already a musical called that, haha.)

Cynthius is also associated with the god Apollo, which to me is a hidden underlining of the symbolic connections between Ambrose and Quincy (both of them obsessed with perfection in different ways etc).

Martin was chosen because way way back when we were naming the characters, we knew that Quincy would be a person of color but we didn't know what specific race they were yet. Martin could be an Americanization of Martinez, but it is also a very common American last name, so we thought it would be a good fit for whichever actor was cast in the role. Eventually we decided that Quincy's dad was white and Quincy was mixed-race, so this is probably his dad's last name and the one that everyone at Ardess recognizes him by.

Vincent Aurelius Lin: Vincent comes from the Latin vincere (to conquer) -- it is evident that he does in his pursuit of the Phaethon! He'd have chosen this himself, probably to inspire confidence in his parents that he'll set out to make the most of wherever he ends up.

Aurelius: Similar to Cynthius, the Latin version of Aurielo, a stock Innamorati name. Fun fact: the Innamorati are also the only maskless characters in the commedia dell'arte -- you can see what skask things this affected :) As he mentions in the show, Quincy helped him choose it, hence the Latin. Lastly, it means "the golden one" -- I (Elliot) thought it'd be fun to foreshadow the golden boy usurping!

Lin: 林, meaning forest in Mandarin. Honestly, I chose this one because it always gives me a shady, withdrawn kind of vibe, and he's a Bio major so you know they love those forests. Also fitting with the forest green in his color scheme. When choosing Mandarin names for my characters, I also consider legibility and try to choose ones with pinyin that are somewhat accurately pronounceable in English (E.g., my parents say they chose the slightly altered spelling of "Lee" over "Li" for my last name because they were worried people would pronounce "Li" as "lie.")

Beatrix Valeria Campbell: Beatrix definitely came from a list of Dark Academia names, and it means something like "traveller"- which seemed appropriate for her social position, always observing but never really included in what is happening in the school. It's also a name she chose herself when she changed her name to conform to the Daily's expectations, so Beatrix nicely implies that her name used to be the Spanish name Beatriz. I (Mel) think she chose the Latin spelling to Americanize it both because it's more common at Ardess and because it's a little more gender neutral than Beatrice.

Valeria: Also from a Dark Academia name list. It's pretty! It's the name of a fluffy pink flower so it's like a little bit of Portia connection hidden inside Beatrix's name. I think it was probably chosen by Bea when she changed her name, though she probably kept her old middle name and has two (that the Administration doesn't keep on record because they're conformist like that).

Campbell: This one is from the Princeton cemetery as well. Again, it's not really her family name, but one she chose when she decided to start going by a new name at Ardess. My headcanon for it is that she chose a random Campbell Hall on campus to name herself after, and only later realized that people would assume she's related to whichever donor the hall is named after.

Portia Elizabeth Harper: Portia came from the same list of Dark Academia names as Beatrix (originally we weren't sure which name to give which character, but we settled on these because Beatrix sounded more serious and Portia more friendly, which fit their personalities). I also liked the connection to the Merchant of Venice and the kindness and wittiness of that Portia- as well as her fun crossdressing connections (Portia used to be a she/they!)

Elizabeth: This one just seemed fun and appropriate for the time period. I think we wanted to give her a really common middle name to balance out everyone else's unique ones, and Elizabeth is a super common one for this setting.

Harper: This one is from the passenger list! There wasn't a lot of deep thought behind it other than that it sounds nice with "Portia." It's vaguely English, which we figured would make sense with her other two names (if her parents named her after the Shakespearean character and the queen).

Ambrose Wellington Bassford: As various people in the fandom have already pointed out, Ambrose means "immortal," which is actually an artifact of an earlier version of Ambrose's project when he wanted to preserve himself and his friends in marble so that they would never age/die (and therefore be no longer beautiful). Similarly to Quincy's middle name, Ambrose chose his own name, and he loves Hellenistic studies, so of course he would choose a classically Greek name. I think this is one we got from the list of Dark Academia names.

Wellington: Ambrose's family is vaguely British-coded (in a "came over on the Mayflower" kind of way), so we picked a middle name that's also British in origin and aptly silly/posh-sounding for a little rich boy. It was probably given by his dad when he first transitioned.

Bassford: This one is from the Princeton graveyard! It's also vaguely British in origin, and comes from a specific town in Britain which is pretty cool.

[alder-saan]

the Path of Poisons. 11

Oleander

Larissa x gn! oc

the path of poisons masterlist: <- previous chapter [...] next chapter ->

TW: poisoning, Larissa's low self-esteem (if you squint towards the end)

words count: 2.2k

"Miss Addams, can you stay until the end of class, please?" asked Rei as the students began to pack up their things.

Nearly a week had passed since she had been poisoned, and she had recovered quite incredibly quickly. So Rei wanted to ask her a few questions.

"I'll be waiting for you in the courtyard, hurry up, we don't want to miss the bus" warned Enid.

Mercredi nodded and watched as the blonde hopped out of the greenhouse. The door slammed shut and the girl turned back to her teacher.

"You wanted to see me?"

Rei walked around his desk and leaned against it, arms folded.

"Yes, about your recovery. I'm rather impressed. I must say that cyanide is not a weak poison…"

Mercredi smiled slightly.

" Habituation. I spent my childhood drinking poison to get used to the effects. I guess it helped."

"Are you interested in poisons, Miss Addams?"

"Yes. Avareïda Hydrurga has always been one of my idols. Even more so now that she's tried to kill me."

Rei let out an amused chuckle.

"Well, I don't have anything more to ask you, I won't keep you any longer."

They moved forward and put their hand on her shoulder to escort her to the door. But no sooner had he touched her than Mercredi's head snapped back and her eyes opened wide. She remained like that for two seconds before returning to her normal state. The brunette was panting and her eyes were still wide open.

"Are you all right, Wednesday?

The young girl looked up at Rei.

"You're Avareïda Hydrurga."

They opened their mouth as if to say something but closed it again. What was the point of denying when Wednesday had had a vision?

"Yes."

"You tried to kill me."

"I was in class, there are about thirty witnesses."

"I know my idol's wikipedia page by heart. Avareïda Hydrurga is a siren who, if she can't transform, possesses a power of control powerful enough to alter memory. Your alibi doesn't work, you could have altered the memory of the whole class. I'm going to tell Weems. Especially as I've seen you have very good reason to be angry with her."

"I think Enid is waiting for you. You wouldn't want to disappoint her, would you? Besides, who knows what might happen to her if you're not with her?"

"You wouldn't dare."

With that, Mercredi turned on his heels and left the greenhouse.

They had spent the afternoon in their house working on their book while Iel knew Larissa was resting, and the students were doing their assigned tasks. They tried not to think too much about what Wednesday had seen and known. They knew very well that time was running out. He would have to tell Larissa who they were as soon as possible. When he stopped, it was 4pm. The Harvest Festival hadn't started yet. Rei went to get ready. Larissa and them had the evening off. Which meant that they would be able to spend it together. Rai was both happy and stressed. It had to be said that this meant that some students would be there too. They weren't entirely sure they wanted their relationship to be public. Secrecy was a good thing too… They finished drawing their liner in front of the large bathroom mirror and made a face in the mirror. Underneath the red colour, the roots were starting to turn black again, and they wondered if it needed to be redone. They loved their red hair now, but black also suited them very well.

They wondered what was the best outfit for a festival like this. Perhaps it was better to be comfortable in his clothes, so they put on a red oversized shirt.

They arrived two minutes late for the appointment set by Larissa, who was early as usual. She was sitting at a table between a sweets stand and a shooting gallery. It was already getting dark, and the days were slowly getting shorter. Iel smiled when he saw her, dressed as usual in her elaborate clothes, probably tailor-made, which were not at all suitable for a funfair, but which were part of Larissa Weems' charm. They crossed off a few of the attractions they had thought of.

"Good evening, dearest," they began, a smile on their lips.

"You here?" she replied, laughing.

"So, have you got any ideas of what you'd like to do?"

The principal swept her eyes over the attractions. She wasn't sure. To tell the truth, this wasn't her environment, nor was it her favourite type of date. But a bit of a change couldn't hurt, could it?

"Well… I don't know, I usually just watch, this is the first time I've been there so I'm not watching, and…"

"You've never been to a funfair before?"

"…no."

"Okay, so we start with… Oh, I know. I'd love to see you struggle in the Mirror Maze!"

Iel took her by the hand and led her towards the attraction without giving her time to think about what 'mirror maze' might mean. The installation looked shoddy, with spray paint disappearing in places, and Larissa wondered if this was her kind of outing, amusement parks. But Rei couldn't care less, and after paying for two tickets, they led her through the maze.

"Put your hands in front and don't go too fast."

"What is this? Is it dangerous?"

She squinted, looking suspicious. She didn't want to be dragged into something where she could hurt herself or ruin her clothes.

"No, but there's glass everywhere. It's a maze of glass. If you don't want to hit yourself, you have to hold your hands out in front."

And as they entered the first corridor, they noticed Wednesday, out of the corner of his eye, watching them from a distance. Obviously, they wouldn't have any peace.

"Are you coming, Rai?"

"Coming."

They followed Larissa through the maze. Iel left her in front, just for the pleasure of seeing her make a mistake, having to turn around and look for the other exits. She was concentrating hard.

"Say, Riss'…"

"Yes?"

She continued walking down the corridor, following the wall with her hands. Rei liked the way the light filtering through the glass caressed her face as she turned towards them.

"Do you remember what I wanted to tell you last time? I told you I'd tell you after the hospital."

"Yes, I didn't insist, but I thought you wanted to tell me that you were willing to take things up again with me."

Reaching a dead end, Larissa turned around. She smiled gently at Rei. Rei's heart soared to see her smile at him, to see her eyes on them.

"No, it's not that. I'll tell you at the end of our evening, is that all right?"

"Don't push it, you know? I can wait. Tell me when you're ready."

They nodded. Larissa was nice, but they were too afraid she'd find out otherwise, through Wednesday's fault to be precise.

"Come on, let's get out of this maze," the principal said.

She took her hand and intertwined her fingers. Larissa's hand was warm, which was reassuring. She wasn't wearing her usual gloves. Rei wondered how she would react. They were afraid of losing her. Especially for something as stupid as her name and her lie. And soon they were out of the maze. In the meantime, the headmistress, very busy going through the maze, had let go of her hand. Besides, she preferred to be discreet about her relationships.

No sooner had they stepped outside than Wednesday and Enid came to see them.

"Principal Weems, I need to talk to you."

She had planted her eyes in Larissa's and was staring at her very seriously. The headmistress was a little annoyed. Tonight was supposed to be a night off for her, and if Wednesday started acting up, that flowed 0 rest.

"Miss Addams, tonight I'm not working, can it wait until tomorrow?"

"It's urgent."

She sighed. Of course, everything was always urgent with Wednesday. She always conducted her investigations in her own way and didn't care about other people or what they thought or did.

"Well go and see Mrs Kedlan, she's in charge tonight."

"You're the one I need to talk to."

"Then tomorrow. If it's that urgent, go and see Mrs Kedlan. Otherwise, tomorrow."

Wednesday frowned. Rei couldn't help but let out a relieved smile.

"By the way, you make a very handsome couple," Enid commented.

Larissa's cheeks flushed red, and fortunately the fading light cast rosy rays everywhere, so her blushes blended into the sunset.

"We're not a couple, Miss Sinclair. We are friends.

"But you're both going to the funfair."

"Well, you do go to the funfair together with your friend Mercredi."

"That's just it, we're not friends."

Rei grabbed Larissa's arm.

"Well then you two have your couple's night and leave Larissa alone. She needs her rest."

They pulled her a little further away. He wasn't happy about the whole situation. And Wednesday watching them from afar…

"Are you all right, Rei?"

"Yes, it's just… It's just that I wanted us to have a quiet evening, just the two of us."

Larissa laughed softly and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go somewhere else, then…"

And as her eyes scanned the place, they stopped at a stall where multiple stuffed animals were piled up. One of them caught her eye. It was a little white wolf who looked very soft and cuddly. Rei followed her gaze.

"You want me to win you a plushie at the shooting range, is that it?"

"Would you know how to do that?"

"Of course!"

And they set off in the direction of the shooting range. Larissa followed him, smiling. Carnivals weren't her thing, but she enjoyed spending time with Rei, and it had to be said that the atmosphere was pleasant. She didn't even listen to Rei talking to the man at the stall, she just watched him and that was enough for her. They took one of the small rifles and aimed at one of the balloons floating in their little lockers.

Iel was concentrating, and one of his strands of hair fell back in front of his face, but he didn't seem to notice. That's when Larissa saw Rei's black roots. She'd never paid much attention to them before, but it felt strange. Of course, she knew that her red hair couldn't be natural, but she couldn't imagine her with black hair.

Rei fired, bursting two balloons in a single shot. Larissa applauded with a smile.

"Well done!"

"Don't rejoice too quickly, I've still got a few to pop before I can win your plushie."

"I trust you, you'll succeed," she said, leaning against the edge of the stand.

"Is this your way of putting pressure on me, Principal Weems?" replied Rei, re-cocking the rifle.

"Not in the least, Mx Asphodelus."

They laughed and fired. Only one balloon burst this time. And then they continued to pop the balloons one by one, sometimes two by two, until they had made enough to take the cuddly toy home. Rei smiled as Larissa hugged the stuffed white wolf. She kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, Rei!"

"You're welcome," they murmured, blushing.

"Aren't you hungry? We could buy something to eat!"

They nodded and walked with her towards a food stall. The sky was now pitch black. The sun had been down for a while, and the place was lit up with coloured garlands that cast a dull glow over the stalls. But despite the poor lighting, Larissa was delighted. Who would have thought that she could have had so much fun in a place like this, after her 40th birthday?

"I suggest we go on the Ferris wheel afterwards," said Rei.

"Yes! Good idea! In the meantime, pick something, it's on me. Thanks for the plushie. And no arguments," she added, seeing that they were about to protest.

"Right, well then…"

They glanced at what was on offer.

"We could eat waffles! Not very healthy but who cares!"

"Yes, I fancy some waffles!"

She ordered a caramel waffle for herself, and one with chestnut cream for Rei. The waffles were still very hot when they were given to them, so they decided to walk around a bit before eating, and to sit down at a quiet table, away from the crowd. There was less noise, fewer people. But just as they thought they were finally alone, Wednesday arrived, still with Enid.

"Don't eat that, Mrs Weems!"

Rei frowned and took the waffle from Larissa's hands.

"You're going to accuse me of poisoning her, aren't you? Well, I can assure you it's not poisoned."

They bit into the waffle. Mercredi's eyes widened. She hadn't seen him coming. She didn't quite understand. Was it a bluff? Had she made a mistake? Or was it a tactic to discredit her? However, it was Rei who looked totally astonished, then frightened. They spat out the mouthful they had taken.

"Shit."

"Rei? What's going on?"

"I know the taste of oleander like no other. Someone tried to poison you."

"Oleander? You swallowed some?"

Larissa's heart raced. She didn't know much about botany, but she knew that oleander was highly toxic, and that very little was enough to kill someone.

"Unfortunately, yes. I need belladonna. Right away."

"What? Why?"

"Atropine is the antidote to oleandrin."

They bit into their waffle. They had to check something.

"REI WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Checking. You were targeted, my waffle is fine."

"Stop that right now. On Wednesday, go and get some belladonna!"

The student didn't even dare protest and hid in the surrounding woods. Larissa took out her phone to call the emergency services. She was trembling. Someone had tried to poison her again, and it was Rei who was paying the price. It was her fault again, she was dragging people down with her…

She had just hung up when Wednesday returned. Rei was still conscious, but was slowly starting to give in.

Half reluctantly, the student handed the black berries to Rei, who bit into one.

"That should do it… Now, I'm going to lie down and… and…"

They didn't have time to finish their sentence before they fainted. Larissa supported him so that he didn't fall, and gently guided his body to the ground where he lay down. A lock of hair was on his face, and Larissa gently moved it behind his ear. There, she felt something. Like a small relief.

Strange…

She shifted Rei's head to reveal a small L-shaped scar behind her ear.

She gulped.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Larissa pushed Avareïda violently.

Rei fell backwards and hit her head on one of the tables in the big greenhouse.

Black hair. Black eyes. Scar. Botany. Poisons. Lies. What if Rai… What if Rai was Avareïda? What if that was the one thing Larissa didn't know that prevented Rei from calling herself official? That was why they could be sure she wasn't Avareïda.

But more importantly.

If Rai was Avareïda.

Then they still wanted her…

"Mrs. Weems, what I wanted to tell you was that…"

"This is not the time, Miss Addams. Leave me alone, please."

She couldn't believe it. And yet, it all made sense…

[limeade-l3sbian]

Can you please talk more about oprah being unhealed? If you have time

Sure. TW for childhood sexual abuse, colorism, and child abuse.

So, while I am heavily critical of Oprah Winfrey as Oprah Winfrey the billionaire, I do hold a great deal of empathy for her as Oprah Winfrey the black woman. Like Tyler Perry, I think this facade of togetherness that she forcibly pushes out to the world is the one thing holding her together.

I had to redo some research because I heard the things I know about her a while ago, but I wanted to get them straight. I'll put the sources below. But Oprah grew up in rural poverty. She wore potato sacks for dresses and was dealing with bullying as well as an abusive grandmother.

She was repeatedly molested by her 19-year old cousin, uncle, and a family friend. As Oprah said: "At nine and 10 and 11 and 12 years old, I was raped by my 19-year-old cousin. I didnt know what rape was. I certainly wasnt aware of the word. I had no idea what sex was, I had no idea where babies came from, I didn`t even know what was happening to me," (wikipedia)

She was six when she had to go live with her mother. And this happened:

Oprah's mother was working as a housemaid at the time, and Oprah can still clearly recall the evening of her arrival at the home in which her mother had a room.

"I remember the first night entering into that house and being told that I wouldn't be able to sleep with my mother and I wouldn't be able to sleep inside the house," Oprah says. "There was a little foyer/porch before you actually got inside the house. I was put outside to sleep there."

Oprah was initially confused by the command, but she later realized that it had to do with race. "My mother was boarding with this very light-skinned black woman who could have passed for white… I could tell instantly when I walked in the room that she didn't like me. It was because of the color of my skin," Oprah says. "I don't know how I knew that, but I did." (source)

She ran away at 13, got pregnant and lost her baby at the age of 14, and years later when she was in her 20s, she revealed the abuse she suffered to her family, only to not be believed.

Oprah is nearly 70 years old and still broke down while talking about the past years of abuse. I don't presume to remotely understand the toll that child sexual abuse takes on a person. I wouldn't dare even insult victims of it by trying to even suggest I know. So that she still has trauma with her is very reasonable. But it is that Oprah speaks often as though she has overcome this through her faith.

And I just don't believe that. You can argue that her obsession with producing black pain (e.g. Precious, For Colored Girls, The Color Purple, The Women of Brewster Place, etc.) are all tales that both help her heal as well as tell stories about the will of black people, specifically women, and how much we survive and push through. But these stories always so hyper focused on the pain. The actors play their roles with an uncomfortable and unnecessary amount of rawness that borders trauma porn.

And this is all my opinion, of course. I don't presume to know Oprah or what's knocking around in her head. But more succinctly put, I think Oprah is only able to truly face the trauma of her past through these stories of other people. She can only really shed tears and really grieve the loss of her childhood through other people's stories. She leans towards stories of black pain because they are mirrors of herself. Religion was all she had. She's said several times that her belief in God is what got her through her worst times. But when you rely so heavily on this thing that requires all the heavy lifting on your end (believing without ever being given proof), you are going to neglect the part of you that needs to be angry. That needs to be vulnerable and critical.

I think for Tyler and Oprah, they think (or know) that if they let themselves be too vulnerable and admit their moments of doubt in the only thing that ever got them through it all, they might crumble in a second.

*I also want to emphasize that Orpah was not credited in For Colored Girls and allegedly did not want Tyler Perry to make the rendition since it was a story about black women. But upon giving her own feedback, she was then on board with it. So she was more of an unofficial consultant. I checked IMDb and Wikipedia and did not see her formally credited.

[specialagentlokitty]

Reid x reader - patiently in love

Um!! Would you mind writing a Spencer Reid x reader where the reader (maybe fem! If you could?) is a sweet, creative girl who has just. Been in denial about her feelings for Spencer for years? She’s been his friend for a while, has always comforted him in times of need, and loves listening to his fun facts!! She thinks he’s charming and downright gorgeous but can’t muster up the courage to make a move? 👉👈 - Anon💜

Watching Spencer from across the room, all you could do was smile as you watched him reorganise his books in size order this time.

You loved his little quirks.

You loved him.

Everything about him.

To you Spencer Reid was perfect, and he always had been, ever since you were kids.

“(Y/N)?”

“Huh? What?”

“Are you okay?” He asked, worry in his tone.

You quickly nodded and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

“Yeah, sorry. I got lost in my own world.”

“You always do.” He smiled, “have you finished that painting you were doing?”

“Oh not yet. I’ll do it when I head back to the city.”

He nodded his head and gestured to the chess board.

You had absolutely no chance of beating him, and you knew that, but you didn’t mind. He sometimes let you win, but you would get annoyed and tell him to play properly.

“You know there’s a game like this, which lets you see what can of person your opponent is.” He mused.

“Oh really. What is it?” You asked.

“It’s called Go, it’s Japanese.”

You hummed and nodded your head, thinking about next move before you finally made it.

“Did you know the last person you think about before you sleep is either why you’re happy or in pain.”

Spencer smiled and made his move.

“Memories are stores for both long term and short term at the same time.” He replied.

“If we have a plan B, our plan A is less likely to work out.”

You guys carried this on for the rest of the game.

You stayed on the topic of psychology since it was something you had a passion for.

You loved learning random facts about it, and since Spencer was like a Wikipedia page, he had loads of random facts about it as well.

Finally the game ended. He won but you were close to beating him this time.

“You’re nearly there.” He chuckled.

“Only because you’re going easy on me.”

Getting up, you walked over and lightly flicked his forehead which made him pout.

Spencer stood up, towering over than you.

He really had grown since you last saw him.

“I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“You’ll always be younger than me Spence, but 6 months.”

“Seriously?” He chuckled.

“Yup!”

Grinning from ear to ear, without thinking you kissed his cheek and called that you were going for a shower.

God he was everything, and you wanted him to be yours.

But you just couldn’t do it, you couldn’t muster up the courage to admit to him that you loved him, and you had for a while.

You didn’t want to mess anything up, and if you were being honest you weren’t sure how he felt about you.

So, for now it was better to stay friends, and least until one of you decided to make the first move

[itsdappleagain]

two weeks late? what do you mean? ...haha.

sorry i have excuses okay? I moved houses in that time and then got sick. like i said, lateness is becoming my brand i guess

anyways this week (last week) it is time for

The Opera in the Outback Caper!!

notes as always under the cut!

player's australian accent is hilarious

CRIKEY! AUSTRALIA'S ONE BEEEEEEEEEEG CUNTRY

bro the writers were researching australia and they saw carmen the opera and their eyes shot out of their heads like looney toons

according to wikipedia if this episode had gone like the opera carmen would have stabbed a bitch to death and then sung about fucking somebody all night from prison. but yeah carmen would have also ended up stabbed to death in the end so....leaning towards the bad omen scale

that fifteen person orchestra is really pulling its weight damn

can you imagine being gray in this episode he has literally no idea what the fuck is going on wheeze

this is totally way later in the episode but wait a minute if the vile device fried all the soundboards how the hell did the rest of the opera keep going

its gra-YUHM

that surprised pikachu face jdsghdjhga

god fuck i hate that he flirts with her im getting it out of the way right now so i don't harp on it later but i do not like it

SOMEBODY THAT YOU USED TO KNOWW BUT YOU DIDNT THAVE TO C (gets crackle rodded to death)

Gray Ham says enjoy the show and carmen walks like a penguin her ankles go WAY up

i love love love watching the progression of carmen's faith in vile go from her mostly playful, almost dismissive air in the start to realizing just how dangerous this all is and i think it starts RIGHT HERE, realizing that theyve killed crackle's memories of her and VILE

mentally i am the guy dressed as a soldier who is staring straight ahead and singing with one blank smile on his face

something about that swing and how carmen's coattails move is just mwah

carmen stays there for literally no reason how did you not see le chevre coming over to kick you in the back girl

that subliminal messaging device falling was sooo on key 🫦

so nitpicky but that opera singer is NOT opening her mouth enough literally watch any video of an opera singer their mouths are going twice that wide

the way she just plucks it from his hand is so funny

i love this fight btw. its so dynamic but its SILENT. and the entire fight is based around the need to not draw attention to themselves and disrupt the performance. very cool fight

like yeah the flips and the way they pull on each other's clothing and jump and use the bars and stuff super cool

literally the second time le chevre has done that exact same thing girly

that landing HAD to hurt SO BAD are you kidding

HOW DO YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME

THATS MY O P I N I O N

also love how carmen goes in slow motion before this but the music doesnt thats hilarious

wouldnt it have been funny if as carmen the singer was singing her high note carmen the thief fell on her

love the standing ovation and curtsy for the uh. fourth song of the opera

player was in record mode because he secretly loves opera and wanted to record the live performance of his favorite habanera

HUAN HONK HUNK HONK HA HION HA HONK he does bleat like a goat

THE DEAR BOY COMMENT WAS SO BASED NOT YOUR DEAR BOY

i find it very hard to believe that le chevre is so flippant about the mindwiping thing seeing as dr bellum is potentially setting him up for the exact same circumstances today in fighting carmen lmao

i love when characters on screens look at things from the perspective of the. screen

"remix" its just you dr bellum

carmen: haha quip player: oh girl u fucked up girl

love Carmen's thought process of being completely unaffected by the thing that got blasted directly in her face just because she wasn't the target

player does the most

i love doctor denim jeans she seems like such a nice enthusiastic person

look at her shes so excited

what was carmen standing up there looking for anyway

pls player didnt even know it was gray but he knew. he was just like ffs carmen not the silver jambon

love how carmen is pinpointing his orders from vile as the problem and not. his willingness and ability to kill her

he's got good hearing wow

sparky is actually australian slang for an electrician. good to know. shocked crackle didnt name himself Sparky

love how crackles tone changes from joking to that dramatic "year of my life" speech i dont remember if they used that for flashbacks or trailers or what but its for something lol

"electrician" gray you sit at the desk and press buttons as far as we can tell dude

"yeah stranger go online and find some random guy to take you into the australian outback <3 my experience couldnt help you avoid a potentially bad situation there at all."

shes like four feet away and he's screaming lmaoo

it is just her name, honey maid

"the outback- may sound like somewhere you would take a man to shoot him but we have to save that for next season!"

mad respect for them primarily referring to it as uluru so it sticks that way and not the more colonialized name of ayers rock, which was given to it by, surprise surprise, a brit

its a miracle the car didnt break down in the outback after player told her to be careful in the harsh terrain. literally two episode ago he was like "be careful of altitude sickness!!" and then she died

god the music and animation in this episode are gorgeous though arent they?

miro is the most patient man on the planet

ivy being so fed up with him wheeze

carmen being polite and excusing herself from the conversation! never thought i'd see the day lol

i love miro he's just like what. what do you mean. who are you guys and he's right

for sure the only tourist in the car

where did carmen get those hot little pink glasses and coats did they mug a couple workers or what

ivy and zack's sibling dynamic forever

she is for sure like five feet from that door and should not be running for as long as she is while talking to player she is a split second away from crashing into the wall

pls the rocket is so close to the facilities it would take the buildings out

GET HER ASS ZACK AND IVY NO MUSIC IN THE WORKPLACE

anyone else love the animation when ivy's waving the id badge at mom jeans denim

zack's little salute ive never noticed that before

yeah your new interns. the most conspicuous american twenty year olds we can find who apparently blend in with every situation, including fashion week in milan

who voices bell bottom jeans because her australian accent is sketch is it sharon. it sounds a little like bellum

IT IS SHARON ok sorry queen your australian accent is not great </3

is there a "where in space is carmen sandiego" where zack and ivy go to an alien planet because i havent watched any of the 90s show but. that feels like it would happen

was player directing her through that or did carmen just randomly learn to hack too

love the single button to launch a whole rocket its so funny

brancusi jeans: that was the day i decided the laboratory is no place for opera speakers: opera in the laboratory skinny jeans: wow this is the best thing that has ever happened to me

i wonder if that cart wheel was 3d

ivy expertly tied that woman up great job ivy. ig she learned from boston lol. interesting tho- that is how carmen tied them up, and i wonder if carmen taught them

uh oh spaghettio

again cs color theory <3 with the button going green when vile's plan starts to work

also love how zack was just like "SHIT CARMEN SPONTANEOUSLY TURNED EVIL THAT SUCKS"

the rocket launched in less that 3 minutes! btw it will take more than 4 until we get to the final countdown. and we will cut down much of the space in between but its totally less than three ok

love the way ivy smashes through that door

wheeze the control panel at the top of the tower

zack's got the best australian accent out of all the terrible australian accents in this show. he could be on bluey

zack's cold chuckle before he tells el topo that the dingoes are mauling his boyfriend is priceless its so funny

adore the clear shock and horror in carmen's voice when she realizes what she's done. good gina moment thank you for a moment gina. oh nevermind that what have i done was sad and limp :(

AGAIN THE ANIMATION THIS EP. LIKE IVY CLIMBING THAT LADDER? MWAH

le chevre said grrr. WHAT? OUGH!

"let go" yes le chevre that is something she would do while you're dangling her a thousand feet above the ground

pls my video started buffering and it just went "OUT OF MY WA-" and then the screen went black ivy killed it

love ivy shes such a girlboss

still not sure btw how top and bottom arent recognizing the boston kids its. what the third, fourth time?

that little thing le chevre does i think must be a vile taught thing, which is interesting. he hooks his arms under hers and holds her there that way. i say that because in the s2 opener episode el topo does the exact same thing to carmen

the gays are so funny i love them

ivy comes very close to dying a horrible death this episode lol

"i've got you."

drops her

she did not have to slide down the rocket like that but thank god she did. hot of her. love that her hair came down and her glasses came off for maximum hotness she booked it over here you can tell

miro!!!

the two gays are literally just >:( >:(

shit my pants joke

everyone laugh

player is literally that friend trying to get his bff not to get back in that toxic relationship GIRL HE TRIED TO KILL YOU LIKE. A WEEK AGO HE AINT WORTH THE FRESH START BROTHERLY RELATIONSHIP

i do like gina's voice acting here though. she does sound like she's actually. feeling things

god the shots in this show are so pretty

look at that. art

even the light changing from green to red once she decides to blow him off. yes yes yes yes the red represents safety and certainty and as soon as that green light turns not only does it physically block her from crossing over to him just like she's mentally decided not to put it puts any question of vile completely out of the question

insert that tumblr post about wanting to make eye contact with someone from across a street and then disappear behind a bus here bc i can't find it

HOW IS SHE WALKING IN THAT DIRECTION THATS IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE BUS TRICK SHE JUST DID

woohoo carmen leading herself to believe that the only way she can keep people safe is to avoid them. im sure this wont come into play in any future searches for more familial figures of carmen's

i like all the human and animal remains in maelstrom's office. cool of him tbh

they wanted to say "bring me the head" so bad

anyway PAPER STAR! TRANSITION SENTENCE TO NEXT EP! i love next ep paper star is so cool. also beginnings of julethief. look, i have a transition sentence too.

next week is actually two days ago on saturday but thats okay ill hopefully get it done sometime this week, so i can be on time for being late this saturday. hope you liked this ep's notes <3

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Sitter

Mycroft Holmes x Bethany Wheeler (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 11 - Peru

I’m going to Peru in about four days time, will be gone for two weeks. – BW

It had been nearly a month since Mycroft had called her, he hadn’t contacted her since then to arrange dinner, mostly because he’d been keeping an eye on the situation with Sherlock and A.G.R.A. He was aware that one of the members was currently tracking Mary but had both limited time and resources to devote to it. People like Mary tended not to last too long, but also if Sherlock was tracking down the Thatcher busts, it probably wasn’t a good thing.

Hiking in the Andes? Or visiting Machu Picchu? – MH

Maybe both. I’ve got two weeks to fill with adventures. Do you have any suggestions? – BW

As previously stated, travelling is not my area of expertise. I’m sure I will be asking you for recommended destinations on your return. – MH

I’m sure you will. – BW

Mycroft frowned at his phone, did he say something wrong?

I’ll not be doing anything too pressing over the next few weeks, nothing that requires my full attention anyway. – MH

If that’s your way of saying “send pics” then I will try to send some when I can. I’ll be visiting my parents, so I will try to be subtle, but they find out everything. You sure you still want photos? – BW

Mycroft smiled down at his phone. Sherlock was due to arrive any minute, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care for a moment.

On second thoughts, I may have one or two things that require my attention. – MH

Yeah, I wouldn’t want to be on the other end of “what are your intentions with our daughter?” either. Though I imagine you’d be able to come up with some reasonable answer that would satisfy them. – BW

Possibly. Though I’ll admit, it’s not a conversation I’ve had to worry about having with anyone before now. – MH

Really? Now that does surprise me. – BW

Does it? – MH

Bethany didn’t respond immediately and Sherlock had walked through the door of his office, taken a seat and started asking him about A.G.R.A.

I’ll keep it subtle and sneak a couple of cheeky shots when I can. I’ll text you before I leave. – BW

Mycroft smiled again, before putting his feet up and devoting his attention to Sherlock again.

‘She’s going to Peru, isn’t she?’ He asked, Mycroft just took a deep breath and chose not to engage. ‘Visiting her parents for two weeks. Lovely people.’

‘You’ve met them?’ Mycroft frowned.

‘Briefly.’ Sherlock nodded. ‘A few days before I met Beth, they’re good people.’

‘Indeed.’

‘You?’

Mycroft nodded. ‘Yes, her father and I met while he was at Cambridge, he built an aircraft that we now use for sending medical supplies to Africa. And her mother I met when she worked briefly with the World Health Organisation. They are indeed good people.’

‘And do they know about your association with their daughter?’

Mycroft chose not to answer that. He got back to the point of Sherlock’s visit.

‘AGRA, a city on the banks of the river Yamuna in the northern state of Uttar Pradesh, India. It is three hundred and seventy- eight kilometres west of the state capitol Lucknow-‘

‘What are you, Wikipedia?’

‘Yes.’ Mycroft smiled, a private joke with himself.

‘AGRA’s an acronym.’

‘Oh good, I love an acronym. All the best secret societies have them.’

‘Team of agents, the best, but you know all that.’

‘Of course, I do, go on.’ Mycroft was enjoying the façade of Sherlock telling him something he thought he might not know, but he really needed him to get to the point and soon.

‘One of them Ajay is looking for Mary, also one of the team.’

Mycroft took a small breath. ‘Indeed. Well, that’s news to me.’

‘Is it?’ Sherlock frowned and Mycroft just gave him a look as if to say of course he knew. ‘He’s already killed looking for that memory stick. AGRA always worked for the highest bidder, I thought that might include you.’

‘Me?’

‘Oh, I mean the British Government, or whatever government you’re currently propping up.’

‘AGRA were very reliable,’ Mycroft said. ‘Then came the Tbilisi incident. They were sent in to free the hostages, but it all went terribly wrong. And that was that, we stopped using freelancers.’

‘You’re initiative.’

‘My initiative.’ Mycroft nodded. ‘Freelancers are too woolly, too messy. I don’t like loose ends. Not on my watch.’

Sherlock leaned forward and grabbed one of the files Mycroft had on his desk. ‘There was something else. A detail. A codeword.’ He scribbled on the edge of the file.

‘Ammo?’

‘It’s all I’ve got.’

‘Little enough.’

‘Could you do some digging as a favour?’

Mycroft smiled. ‘You don’t have many favours left.’

‘Then I’m calling them all in.’

‘And if you can find who’s after her and neutralise them, what then? You think you can go on saving her forever?’

‘Of course.’

‘Is that sentiment talking?’

‘No. It’s me.’

‘Difficult to tell the difference these days.’

‘I told you, I made a promise. A vow.’

Mycroft smiled, he didn’t need to wonder how far Sherlock would go to protect Mary. He’d seen it first hand with Magnusson. ‘Alright, I’ll see what I can do. But remember this, brother mine. Agents like Mary tend not to reach retirement age, they get retired, in a pretty permanent sort of way.’

‘Not on my watch.’ Sherlock was determined and left Mycroft to do the digging he required.

He spent the next few days trying to subtly dig up what he could, all the while keeping an eye on where Sherlock was going.

That’s me off! Machu Picchu here I come! – BW

Beth had sent through a selfie of her sitting on the plane, waiting to take off. She was smiling with her headphones around her neck and her dark eyes were illuminated by the morning light streaking through them. Beautiful.

Hope it’s all you expect it to be, and I hope your parents are well. Stay safe and don’t be afraid to call if any of you run into trouble, I do have some pull with the Peruvian government. – MH

Back to flirting? I’ll keep it in mind. See you when I get back! – BW

Mycroft smiled as he finished getting dressed for the day, unconsciously putting on his navy suit. He wasn’t stupid, his thoughts were firmly on Bethany and that was why he opted to wear it. It was ridiculous, she wasn’t even his, she wasn’t his girlfriend or labelled as anyone significant in his life, she was a woman who he had kissed twice and had a vague association with over the last year and a half. That was all.

Over the two weeks that Bethany was gone, Mycroft was dealing with several things that he wished he wasn’t, Lady Smallwood was in meetings that she needed him to be a part of and most of it was tedious. The only thing that got him through was the occasional message from Bethany, accompanied by a picture of her on her adventures.

Machu Picchu! I reached the summit! Bow before your queen! – BW

Bethany stood at the very top of the citadel with her arms spread out and the sun shining on her tanned features. She just wore her shorts and strapped crop top, why would she have worn anything else? But it had Mycroft quickly putting the phone away to avoid smiling too much at how much fun she was having.

Parents always said I could have a pet, I chose a cat... of sorts. – BW

She was holding a baby jaguar by the looks of things, one that barely looked six months old. Bethany was laughing and Mycroft could see her mother in the background handling a woolly monkey and talking with one of the staff. She looked so similar to her daughter and it was clear where her frizzy hair had come from and her kindness towards all creatures. He wanted to respond and joke about her parents allowing her to have such dangerous animals, but in the interest of subtlety he decided against it.

Peaceful night camping under the stars tonight. – BW

It was by far the most beautiful photo he’d seen of her on her adventures. She wore her cream cable knit jumper, thick black leggings with a camping mug close to her chest. Bethany’s gaze was focused on the setting sun and once again the light streaked through her dark eyes, making them almost look a golden colour under the rays. Stunning.

The last photo he’d received from her was during a meeting with Lady Smallwood and Sir Edwin, Mycroft lost focus of what they had been talking about, he didn’t think it mattered so much as they had been disagreeing for the last half hour.

Bailando con mi papa. Homeward bound tomorrow. – BW

Dancing with my dad. She wore a beautiful red dress and sandals and danced with her father who wore a linen white shirt and cargo shorts. Mycroft could see where Bethany got her dark eyes from, her father’s were almost black. They had the same smile as well, but to him, there was more beauty and radiance in hers. They seemed to be in some kind of restaurant with locals and everyone was dancing and having a good time. Mycroft felt his heart swell, to see her so carefree and happy, made him extraordinarily happy as well.

She was coming home the next day. Sherlock was somewhere in Morocco as far as he could tell and everything was starting to slot into place nicely.

‘Sir?’ Anthea interrupted the meeting, not that Mycroft minded, but it seemed to irritate Lady Smallwood and Sir Edwin. Mycroft motioned for her to come in anyway, quickly putting away his phone. She handed him a file he recognised and he gave her a fleeting frown in questioning, but she remained silent. When he opened the file, he realised why.

‘Ah.’ He said. ‘Apologies, we’ll have to cut this meeting short. I have an urgent call to make.’

‘Mycroft, you can’t just-‘

‘We can pick this up later, Lady Smallwood.’ Mycroft gestured for Anthea to head out of the meeting room first. ‘Has anyone else seen this?’

‘No, sir, I brought it straight to you.’ Anthea said, quietly.

‘Good.’ He nodded closing the file. ‘Miss Wheeler will be back in the country tomorrow evening, please see to it that she is in my office at seven o’clock sharp.’

‘Yes sir.’ Anthea went to make a phone call.

Mycroft ran his hand over his face, holding the bridge of his nose, she promised him she would stay out of trouble and this did not fall under that brief. How did this not come up in her background check? How did he miss such a fine and damaging detail?

Mycroft prepared himself for the next day, knowing she would probably be annoyed and probably be upset with the situation, he needed to read through everything and try to make sense of the paper in front of him.

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pigeon i need you to know i think of the phrase "inordinately fond of beetles" on a daily basis because of your description. sounds so nice and makes me smile <3

thank you! it is (probably) a quote by JBS Haldane! there are a handful of different versions and he may not have actually ever said it!

some popular versions are:

The Creator, if He exists, has "an inordinate fondness for beetles".

If one could conclude as to the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that God has an inordinate fondness for stars and beetles.

The Creator, if He exists, has a special preference for beetles, and so we might be more likely to meet them than any other type of animal on a planet that would support life.

it is mostly referring to how common beetles are and how many of them there are, that if there was a god who wanted to create animals in his image, it might make more sense for that image to be beetles (or stars), not humans. but it's also just a kind of general statement about beetles and theology.

I've always had weirdly religious feelings about creepy crawlies and so I became kind of obsessed with this quote when I first heard it. and calling myself inordinately fond of beetles both seemed like such a nice way to announce my intense love for them, but also made me feel weirdly connected to a sort of vague, unspecified divinity.

idk sorry if this was really long and/or something you already knew

"inordinately fond of beetles" and "watching the daisies grow" (taken from a complaint that one of Alan Turing's teachers had about him) are like. my two favourite quote thingies ever. they are quite important to my, like, existing in the world, especially the second one. I could write another whole thing about that one 🥺

[ID: a screenshot from wikipedia showing a photo of a beetle walking through leaf-litter captioned "an inordinate fondness for beetles"]