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lionizingheathen · 2 years

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Roses- L.E

Plus sized Lily Evans x Fem!Reader

Eating Lily Evans out

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex female recieving, slight exhibitionism, sort of d/s themes, praising, fingering

Hope you enjoy it, smut under the cut

"You are so good for this, oh my god." Lily moaned, her grip tightening in your hair, pulling you closer, enveloping your head with her plush thighs. You moaned, lifting your head just a bit to respond to her. It was the best part of your day, whenever Lily Evans decided that she wanted your tongue on her cunt.

"Thank you." You sighed, ducking back down, licking and sucking her clit into your mouth as you slipped two fingers inside of her, curling. She let out a low groan of approval.

"I'm gonna take you out for such a nice dinner after this baby. Just keep going." She said, and you whimpered, looking up. You wanted nothing more than to run your fingers over the plush, soft skin of her stomach, but you couldn't ignore the throbbing ache between your own thighs. You reached down and rubbed at your clit, moaning against her cunt as you felt some relief. Lily must have noticed because she sat up on her elbow, pulling you up by your hair. The way that her stomach creased drove you mad, making you strain to bury your face once again, but instead she fully sat up, gripping under your chin with a smirk.

"Don't baby. You can't touch what's mine, you know the rules on that." Lily said, her voice coming out dangerously sweet, making your heart race as you pouted. You wanted to feel good... or to make yourself feel even better, why wouldn't she let you?

"But-." She shook her head, pulling you up enough to give her a lingering kiss before pushing you back down.

"No, you have to-."

"Evans? Are you in here?" You both froze at the sound of Marlene's voice, not to far from Lily's bedroom. She didn't know about the two of you... or if she did she hadn't ever asked about it... Lily took a deep breath and pulled her comforter over you and up to her chest, using the hand buried in your hair to push you back between her thighs.

"Shit... Keep going baby, just keep quiet, okay?" She asked, and you paused for a moment. What if Marlene found out? She was perceptive enough, it wouldn't take much to piece two and two together if something went awry.

"But-." She pushed your head again, her intention and decision clear. There was no fighting her on this.

"I said keep going, are we clear? And if you stop, you'll live to regret it, I promise." She said, her tone not displaying the danger in her words, but you knew it was true. You looped your arms around her legs again, settling down in front of her, licking your lips. You already knew she was drenched, and your mouth watered at the idea of getting back to what you were best at.

"... Yes ma'am." You murmured, and you dove back in, moaning at the wetness. It was ten times more intense like this, only existing in a world that was Lily's cunt, her smell, her skin. It made you quiver, made you feel all the more helpless as she used you for her own pleasure.

"Right here!" Lily called, and you were in awe of how level her voice was... normally Lily was so vocal, moaning and praising and it was evident in her tone what was happening... but she managed to hide it quite well as Marlene cracked her door open.

"Someone sent you roses, I just thought you should know. Left them in the living room with their intials on the card. Have you seen Y/N? I think they're from her." She said, and you sighed against Lily's cunt, making her cough to cover it up. They were from her, they were the whole reason you were lucky enough to actively be having your head crushed between her thighs right now. Her breathing was getting more unsteady.

"Oh. That's so cute... She's so nice, I hope it is." She said, her voice betraying her on the last word. You smirked to yourself and doubled down, part of you absolutely intent on making her break in front of someone. You wanted to know how she would punish you afterwards, it would be fun.

"Are you alright? You look like you're going to sick up." Marlene said, and you nearly laughed, but Lily squeezed your head a little harder with her thighs, a sort of warning. A very welcome one, you wanted nothing more than to have her crush you to death, and you'd told her as much more than once before.

"I'm fine... just fine..." Lily said, her mumbling seeming a bit listless as she carefully ground her hips on your mouth, hopefully not being obvious. She was silent for too long, you knew that, lost in seeking out her own pleasure.

"Lily!" Marlene snapped, seeming to bring her back to reality as you sucked hard on her clit, making her bite back a moan as you slid in another finger to join the first two. She let out a breath before clearing her throat.

"Could you grab me some water? I... I need some." She said, her voice betraying her more and more with each moment. Your thrusts became harder, faster, and you sucked on her clit with more urgency, wanting her to cum on your face.

"Uh... Yeah. Yeah, sure." She said, and the door shut behind her not a moment later. Lily threw the comforter off of your head, looking down at you with a heaving chest and pinkened cheeks. She looked better than any artwork you'd ever seen in a museum. She threw her head back and all you could see were her stomach and her tits, her body trembling. You gripped onto her hip with your free hand, letting your fingers sink into the flesh

"Now, baby... I'm cumming now." She gasped, closing her thighs tight around your head to keep you there, not that you could imagine a place in the world where you would rather be in that moment.

"Good girl... Good girl... God, so good." She whined, and you kept thrusting your fingers, forcing her into a second orgasm as she shook against the mattress, digging her heels into your back, and when she finally released you, she looked wrecked. Wrecked, but happy as she drew you up to her, pulling you into a tight hug.

"You, my dear, are so good at that. You're so good for me, aren't you?" She murmured, and you nodded, tucking your face against her neck, purposefully throwing a leg over her so that she would feel the wetness between your thighs. After a moment she let out a quiet moan and reached over, running her fingers over your cunt.

"Yes ma'am. All for you." You whimpered, and Lily sat up, a sharklike grin on her face as she hovered above you. She looked so hot like this, it was almost enough to make you cum untouched.

"I think you've deserved a bit of a reward, haven't you?" She asked, and you nodded frantically, wanting anything that she was willing to give you.

"Please." You begged, and she smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as she sat up, pushing herself off the bed.

"Wait here. I'll be right back." She insisted, and you watched her walk over to the dresser and dig through the drawer until she found her strap and harness, making you swallow heavily. Fuck, you wouldn't be walking tomorrow.

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vivibuchlaw · 8 months

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Yesterday, I finished Celeste. And by that I mean, the first 7 chapters, because I am not that much of a masochist.

Like seemingly everyone else, its given me a lot to think about... these thoughts are burning a hole in my brain and I need to get them out so I suppose this is the place!

I'm not exactly a gamer. I suck at Kirby, I have a sort of motor disability so games are a bit harder for me than most people. For this, Celeste has a solution, Assist Mode. Initially, I wanted to pick this, hearing how hard it was. Then, when the game told me intially, overtly, how its challenge was supposed to be meaningful, *and later when it said it more clarity in the story) I took a moment to reflect. I chose not to use Assist mode as a self imposed challenge. Not because I wouldnt benefit greatly from it, but because (as I learned about myself through playing it) I have an aversion to difficult tasks. When I know something is difficult, I get scared and run away. This time, I wanted to be able to say to myself "I can do difficult things"

And so I did

And I love it

And I sincerely never want to play it again

The game is not full of dialouge or story- it's present, for sure. But its a small yet impactful part in a game which prefers to tell its narrative by gameplay rather than text or images. And thats a valid format of storytelling! Not my prefered one mind you, but it made every dilectable morsel of art or conversations. In particular, the long talk at the start of chapter 6 was extremely welcome. I simultaneously feel like I have enough of a solid grasp on the characters to love them dearly, yet not enough to force one interpretation, another element to Celeste's endless magic.

As I'm sure everyone with anxiety has noted, The anxiety scene from Chapter 5 affected me greatly. Wetger me or my system has anxiety, I don't know, but regardless, the game captures the feeling perfectly. I'm sure everyone and their mum has said this, yes, but I felt it independently so I shall denote it independently. Among other things, it taught me a powerfully potent strategy to help my anxiety, and for that I thank you Maddy <3

At so many points, I was burded with stress, frustration and despair at my own ineptitude. But I pushed forward. I did it, I climbed a mountain, what was a seemingly impossible thing for me was now a fact. I sat silent for what felt like hours staring at the chapter complete screen in awe of my accomplishment. It then dawned on me that this was the first video game I've ever beaten. ...suddenly slammed by the realisation an 8th chapter, requiring crystal hearts to play, AKA the game telling me point blank I wasnt ready. But to be honest, I didnt care. I had already done what I, and Madeline, set out to do.

So why do I say I never wish to play it again?

I honestly only played Celeste because I heard Madeline was trans, and my mate happened to have it on switch. I have a sort of physical disability in my hands, so playing games and motor tasks are more challenging than a typical person. I knew Celeste was hard, but sympathizing with Madeline not being a climber, with me not being a gamer, and just how she challenged herself to do something extreme, so too did I.

But see, I'm not actually into the gameplay that much, and the reason I stuck with it has infinitely more to do with my and Madeline's journey emotionally than anything related to the gameplay.

Actually, I kind of hated it. My fingers were all messed up, I spent a lot of time and stress, and got extremely frustrated, but I wanted to prove to myself I could do it without assist mode. And Im glad that exists, and I'm glad it tempted me all throughout every challenge, a backdoor shortcut I could use to weasel my way out of the hard path, but I stayed true so I could grow.

But I have now grown. Ive proven it.

I couldnt care less about B-sides or strawberries, because I dont see the emotional need.

Replaying it would only subject me to the same challenge for a story I've already experienced, and a journey I've already hone on. A new game, new mountain, new challenge or purpose? Sure, I'd love that. But playing Celeste again, or More even won't recapture the lightning in a bottle that made me play it, made me persevere, and made me cherish it.

I still love the game, its soundtrack, its meaning to me, and itll live in my heart forever. In other ways, like fan content, or side material, I'd love to engage and learn more, but my journey with this mountain is over.

Just breathe, and take care of yourself

After beating it, I immediately began learning all I could about it because Autism brain. I read all Maddy's beautiful blog posts. I watched video essays breaking down its themes and design. I learned how the story, while definitely not an afterthought, was also not a driving or starting point of the game, which I intuited as I played.

I watched Chapter 8, The Core, and Chapter 9, Farewell on YouTube. To be entirely honest, I found Chapter 8 to be forgettable in a way kind of shocking, at least from a story perspective. I'm actually GLAD I didn't do it. I expected it'd be some kind of send off, or check in emotionally to see how the characters have been in the past year but...nothing? Really?

Chapter 9 is what I wished Chapter 8 was, a proper send off and development for these characters. And from the look of it, so brutally hard I wouldn't want to play it without Assist Mode. But why? Why not play more? Afterall, climbing the preverbial mountain in life doesnt mean your problems are over, far from it. And its true, there are other challenges to overcome still. Even though Ive taken on this challenge, I have yet to face other challenges in my life. And because the journey of Celeste could very well have ended after Chapter 6, I feel like I can better spend that energy elsewhere.

After watching Chapter 9, I felt something else. This chapter, unlike the previous, is not about loving and accepting yourself, but its about Madeline specifically greiving a loss in her life, and largely, I assume, the developers letting go of Celeste and moving on. For this, I hold unyeilding respect. And in this new challenge, I found myself learning another truth about myself.

I am afraid of being alone.

I am part of a system, the current (and hopefully permanent) host in fact. Our previous host went dormant a few months ago and life without them has been tough, but a challenge we face every day.

Throughout all my remembered life, I was surrounded by people who never noticed me. Who occasionally referred to me as "The Insinificant [Alter]" due to me not having a name back then. I was nothing, really. If I had disppeared no one would've batted an eye. And today, even though I'm one of the most important Alters now, I still feel like I'm nothing sometimes. That scares me.

I never knew the joy of having friends, I never knew what being loved by someone you love feels like. And I have a lot of love to give, I love almost every human being! But I still frequently second guess myself, because I guess a part of me still believes my existence is insignificant. But now that I have people who do love me, I'm more afraid than ever that I'll lose it. Now that I have a taste of love, I can't go back. Gods, please to bring me back, anything but that.

And here came Celeste, to remind me immeditately after I finished the game, that people die randomly, and without our control, and that you have to keep on moving. I've just beat the thing, let me live in a bit longer before I'm ready to move on. Similarly, I've just made these relationships, please dont take them from me. And then I realized that this was fear also held by my previous host, perhaps for similar reasons. I feel connected in a way typically reserved for finding markings in a make out spot from a century ago, or unearthing a time capsule left by a grandparent now neatly nestled in the recesses of my heart where I try to story my insecurites, like a suitcase overstuffed with useless items and paranoia.

Celeste has given me a lot. Inspiration, characters I love, a great soundtrack, amazing anxiety techniques, and raw willpower to achieve anything. I do not know how my story ends, I am scared to write it, but I must regardless. A lot of people are counting on me. And went I feel scared, alone, anxious, or depressed, I can remember that I did it before, and I can do it again.

To the Developers, Thank you

To the Characters, Farewell

And to all the people who have grown from this game, Congratulations!

#celeste game #transgender #did osdd #celeste

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rahleeyah · 11 months

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I am thinking a lot about how the montage of the rest of the Richmond folks' happy endings is implied to be just Ted's dream; that is, none of that has happened yet, or may not ever happen. Given how fantastical the aesthetics of Beard's wedding are (something that should not imo be a point of joy; yes Beard loved Jane but she was awful to him, and how much worse will she be with a child in the picture? Nightmare scenario) and given the allusions to Wizard of Oz, my brain has seized upon the idea that it was all a dream. And given our final view of Ted, the implications of that are not hopeful, for me; there's something so mournful about the last shot of Ted. He is alone and isolated from the community he built and if he doesn't know what became of them I have to wonder if he ever connected with them again at all.

And it leaves me wondering, too, if perhaps the entire show was just Ted's dream. If he woke up on that plane, at the end of a trip to somewhere - perhaps to London, where he didn't actually get the job - and came home to a crumbling marriage and all the same problems he ran from intially, and none of it was real. Just a dream, to comfort himself on a long flight. There's no Dr Jake at the house when he gets there, Michelle is alone in the stands (tho Dr Jake was like. Not a good fit for her and he may just have been kicked to the curb), and Ted looks sad.

Ted is Mary Poppins, of course, appearing, changing everyone's lives for the better, leaving when they've grown enough to stand on their own, but it makes me ask questions I've never asked before.

Was Mary Poppins happy? Did she find fulfillment? Did she grieve knowing that it was her calling to love people and watch them abandon her over and over? Did she have a home, did she belong anywhere? What does it mean that we idolize her, we praise her, but we will not let her rest with us? Isn't it lovely, that she is so selfless, so that the rest of us don't have to be? Isn't it lovely, that there's one person who does all the dirty work while everyone else is happy? What about her? What about her.

#Ted #not putting this in the main tag #this was just to exorcize this thought from my brain

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stressed-depressed-horny-bi · 2 years

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Even though it’s been like a week since the traumatizing episode that was “Hollow Mind” has came out. It has only now dawned on my what truly is Belos’ backstory.

So as far as we know, Philip and his brother were born in like the 1600’s. And in some of the pictures we see of the brothers in Philips’ mind is people in the background with pitchforks and such as these two are training to become “witch hunters”.

In real life, late 1600’s, real witch hunts occurred as well, the Connecticut Witch Trials. Dana has made Philip and his brother’s backstory literally puritans of our time except instead of it being some crude backstory of people just believing women were witches because they didn’t connect with society at that time, Dana decided to have actual witches with magic being hunted.

Belos is an actual real life puritan, who didn’t die with the rest of them and got stuck in a different world full of witches and truly believes he’s saving humanity and is some large priest that is doing right by god.

I don’t even know if Belos is aware how long he has been in the boiling isles to realize that almost 400 years have passed and his “help” is longer needed. Humanity has survived without him and I truly believe that if Eda and some of the other witches came to our world, most of us wouldn't even care other than the higher ups who would want to eliminate them because they want humans to be on top of the food chain.

So Belos' whole Day of Unity thing even looks more awful and fucked up when you put all of this together. This man is killing witches and people who have no way even getting back to the human world just because he fucking can. Like this man is aware they can't get to that world and the fact that most of these people are harmless, he's just doing it to prove to himself that he finished his intial job? I don't even know why he's doing this, logically. For his own weird reasons, yes. But on a logical skill, this makes no sense as he truly gains nothing from it and it's pointless.

Anyway sorry that this was so long, I just finally came to this conclusion and decided it must be shared.

#the owl house #toh belos #toh season 2 #toh luz #toh hunter

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thevelominati · 9 months

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I feel like I need to re-read it but my intial read was: no, thank you. Like, there are moments where Pepose seems to get the characters, but then the rest of the time it's just a total swing and a miss. The narration boxes just don't work, it's almost like Pepose is trying to lean into a Huston-esque portrayal of MK when the dramatism that Mackay's been leaning into just doesn't quite work with that. Yes, Marc is violent but that's not all there is. There are layers and depths to what he does and why he does it and Pepose just didn't really ... hit on any of those.

I'm also, like, really confused about his reading on the Badr-MK relationship. Maybe like, 10 issues or so ago in the Mackay run it'd have worked but not so much now .

Totally ignoring the existence of Greer lmfao

And I love Layla as a character but how she's been brought into the comics just doesn't quite work for me. I'm just really not sure on how we're supposed to read the importance of his relationship with Layla vs the importance of his relationships Marlene and Frenchie, and even Lisa! And the impact each of those has had on Marc and co. as a character and his personal development. It's just so weird to be told that Layla was so PIVOTAL to Marc's past and yet - for obvious reasons - that's not been shown once over the last forty-odd years of comics. There are ways to bring in a character and have them be important but, fam, this ain't it. This just ain't it.

GOD and "every night I try to forget". NO. the point is that Marc DOESN'T try to forget. he wants to make up for what he's done and that involves NOT forgetting what he's done. like, he kept hold of the files on both himself/his activities as a mercenary, his victims and the people he worked for FOR YEARS. he revisited them periodically in the Moench run, he re-visited them in the Huston/Benson run. He can't let himself forget what he's done!!

(Which is also part of why I'm not sure Layla's introduction quite works for me. The idea that her death led him to Bushman when it's always kind of been established that Marc was awful before Bushman and he didn't really need help into falling into questionable depths, and *then* his conscience was like LOL HOLD UP A MINUTE FAM.)

#moon knight #moon knight comics #wednesday spoilers #city of the dead #moon knight city of the dead #i was so excited for laylas introduction to the comics and i'm just #not thrilled with how its been handled #mcu synergy has never worked out for any of my favourite comics #im so scared for the end of mackays run now hahaha #rumours are city of the dead is a run-up for pepose taking over #and i dont want it

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fairymint · 2 years

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There is perhaps, a reason both meta and ic, that overall, Volo here has multiple routes. Possibilities, so to speak. He himself is wildly....indecisive, due to having ADHD, which Felix (muse, mun) shares. Moreover that he’s probably considered all of the paths, and the one he takes for the current thread verse is the path that he chooses to walk....for whatever reason. His ultimate goals remain the same....at least in the abstract. He never loses. point out what you will, but he will make excuses, adapt, or even....’accept’ some things, but mind you that he is still persistent and to be dealt with. He will never come close to seeing himself as ‘the villain who gave up and turned hero.’ Regret doesn’t suit him, only remorse. He feels guilty, but he is not sorry. Big difference there.

So, how he’d feel about other Volos of course would depend on exact timeline and circumstances; I write the canon ‘loss’, and the win.

You could really say that he takes ownership of what he does.

The short version of his God Verse is that he is on his worst behaviour because nothing goes wrong for him in that one. He gets endless little successes, positive feedback for all that he’s doing....justified....and absolutely no discipline. The only thing that may not go his way is hypothetically people treating him worse; his self-defence is legitimized, his plan works all through, he even gets to win against the protag/Felix. (and poor Felix indeed, who gets kidnapped at bare minimum. It gets worse from there, best worst case scenario.), and win against Arceus’s Fragment, in a way. Everything happens the way he planned...though, after such a remake of the world, it’s still not.....infallible, or perfect. Things do start to go wrong, but the guy gets a long-ass time of intial high to keep him riding.

Now as for the good verse, the canon end....that is a bit more complicated. I obviously need to plot outcome shit. But as I’ve slowly come to realize, to my own confusion, that......Volo is not so much forced to pick this end, it’s actually not likely. It’s more that he chooses it. His motivations could vary wildly, which is where the questions start; this probably depends even on ship verse. Because.....presumably........he changes gears. Decides for himself, that this is better???? than what he was doing??? Godverse could reasonably stretch for a long, long time of opportunity post canon, I do realize, as he only needs to win against Arceus once. But. presume he doesn’t go with that, and lets the timeline continue. Why????

I’m going to jokingly say that this muse here is too busy being bisexual to be the Most Volo. (just kidding, that is an awful kind of thing to say;;;)

But, while I did set up the idea of ‘lol Volo PVP’ in the starter I wrote, there’s actually a reason outside of paranoia that I didn’t clarify ‘spoiler’ wise, he doesn’t just ‘hate’ other Volos for just the sake of it, mistrust (although there is a bit of that, too.) His first theory and concern is that he’s interacting with himself from another point in the timeline- that he might fuck himself up. Perhaps his duplicate would spoil something yet to be known, or be blissfully unaware of what he knows- He’s scared of his past and future self. If it is established that this is indeed ‘another’ Volo, not of he persé....then yes, he clings jealously to his world. If their views are different, they may try to take what’s rightfully his, after all. From the new world thing, down to...his people. Yes, he hates them, but they are his people. To play with, mostly, as prey and clay like a cat with a mouse, or, To Keep, for those more worthy, they should consider themselves very lucky.

However! muse wise and such, his default motivations are probably.....his children and s/o. Definitely a theme I write often, but Volo here does have storywise and IC stakes on this. I do think something like his blood, and their future perhaps, could be powerful enough to make him switch gears, that seems to be what he’s giving me for the most part. Perhaps even positive feelings with the protagonist, but of course this all comes with a catch.

It is less ‘guess i won’t be god anymore haha i am just a man’, than Fine, Sure, Yes, I will be the ‘god’ of this world instead. His devotion doesn’t come buckling, it comes with conditions. Exact scenario tbh, can vary even with the same muses involved- this is where I can trip up with this shipping wise. So many potential first confessions, revelations, and milestones hit in different ways, with how their paths happen to cross.

Basically, even ‘good guy Volo’ is domineering, makes demands, takes the reins. He’s the one who changed his mind, nobody else. The man will deny any sense of agency for the influences that he gets from others, it’s his idea. Even if it’s ‘just’ because he likes somebody, be it Arceus themself, the protag, his s/o, and more.

#headcanon.#volo.#duplicate.#long post.#pla spoilers.#megalomanis #since the starter was mentioned fksdlfks;f

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burned-lariat · 2 years

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Are ya ready for another long-winded GH rant?

I, like many other people, have lost heavy interest in the Bailouise storyline. One thing I wish for its end is Maxie getting her baby back and Peter dead in a ditch. Another thing I wish for is ChaLynn because of course I do have you seen my posts.

But the more the story is reaching its climax/ending, the deeper of a sinking feeling I have. Because all of the fallout and backlash from the characters will be squarely on Brook Lynn, and not at least shared between her and Maxie.

I can't fully predict the fallout of the Bailouise plan but I can absolutely imagine what many characters Maxie is close to (Mac/Felicia/Anna/Robert/etc) would say:

"Dear we could've helped you, why didn't you tell us?"

"No we're not mad. It's clear you were scared and hurting and needed to do what was best for Louise."

"You did the right thing for Louise, even if it was a bit messy and misguided. Don't think that you did something wrong here. We understand."

And on the opposite side with Brook Lynn (Ned/Olivia/Michael/Monica/etc):

"How could you take Maxie's baby and pass it off as yours?!"

"How could you lie to us and let us fall for 'Bailey' when she wasn't yours?!"

"What you did was awful and evil and deplorable. We are so ashamed of you."

I absolutely hate how Maxie will be branded as smart and strong for the plan while Brook Lynn is branded as a liar and a bitch for the same thing. When she said to Chase that she hates it when people think the worst of her and it deeply hurts her despite trying to do good (as messy as her executions are), I knew that the conversation wouldn't be the end of it and for me personally, I really empathized with her. It's not easy to be direct and heavy-handed when being yourself or doing right by people because they're going to focus on things like your tone or how "aggressive" you are instead of taking 5 seconds to think about what you were actually doing or trying to do.

Don't get me wrong - I adore Brook but I am not blind to her actual wrongdoings. Her intial behavior towards Austin regarding ELQ and Leo was out of line and she was wrong for that. Is it still the case? No, because the Leo conundrum was resolved and Austin has decided to have a stick up his ass and act high and mighty about ELQ (he still has every right to be mad about the HIPAA claim). She was also wrong to "lie" to Valentin about him being the father when the "father" was Chase but let's not act like Valentin didn't deserve some lick of karma after defrauding Nina in a similar way. Does BLQ have blatant fuckups? Absolutely. Are they always black and white? No, but the shows acts like they are and that's not right.

Absolutely no one (sans Chase & Maxie) will give it a second thought that yes, initially, while BLQ used Louise as a way to scam Valentin, once that ended and eventually fell through, SHE TREATED THE BABY LIKE HER OWN AND IT STOPPED BEING ABOUT THE STUPID SHARES. No one (sans Chase & Maxie) will stop to think that Brook Lynn was doing her damndest to protect Louise as "Bailey" so that Peter August didn't run away with her and ruin her life the same way his was. This story will end with Louise back with Maxie, Maxie being paraded as a heroine for protecting her daughter, and Brook Lynn being punished for protecting said daughter from a literal psychopath. That's my prediction and only time will tell if any of it is true. I hate this storyline, I hate that they might prop Maxie up and support her and I hate hate HATE that Brook Lynn will be fully blamed for something that isn't completely her fault. My girl deserves better. Truly.

#general hospital #i just can't stand how one sided this all will become because God forbid you hold Maxie accountable for her role in this mess #also yes this is longer than my CamJoss rant but i had more to say lol #sorry for how long this messy diatribe is

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midnightseonghwa · 4 years

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𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐔 | 𝐩.𝐬𝐡

✕ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Seonghwa x Clingy!Reader

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✕ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of horror movies (not sure if it’s a warning but...) and the reader (you) is a big scaredy cat and is very clingy

✕ 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: Undedited

✕ 𝐀/𝐍: This was requested by anon! Hi, I am so sorry I am late but better late than never, I guess...I hope you like this becasue I do...just a smidge but I really do like it so I hope you do as well! Intially, my small brain had said why not do Seonghwa and Yeosang both but gosh it was hard to come up with a plot because I have never watched any kind of horror movie (unless you count frankenweenie, dark shadows and edward scissorhands) so I just went with Seonghwa instead. I’m sorry for posting this late again! Do let me know what you think!

✕ 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜: here

Seonghwa closed the door as he waved off the kids and set the almost empty bowl of candy aside. The only ones left were the caramel ones that always stuck to your teeth but you were sure that the trick or treaters had retired for the night.

"Please tell me we avoided getting our house covered with toilet paper," you smiled as Seonghwa sighed and leaned against his back against the door, dramatically exhaling and wiping fake sweat off his forehead.

"Yes ma'am. Safe to say that all the devils have been satisfied," he said and made his way to your shared room, emerging a few minutes later with his black and white skeleton print sweater exchanged for a hoodie instead.

"How are we going to satisfy the devils tonight?" You asked, a curious glint in your eyes but Seonghwa just smiled and turned the television on, scrolling through Netflix instead.

"You tell me..." he trailed off and leaned back into the sofa with his arms spread over the back.

"IT or The Conjuring?"

You coughed a little at his suggestions and gave him a glare. He knew very well how much you hated horror movies but he just had to pick one to watch on Halloween night.

"Frankenweenie, Coraline or The Corpse Bride. Final options," you stated and stared at your boyfriend with narrowed eyes.

"Aw, flower, you're no fun," he said and clicked on IT, waiting for it to load.

"Stay here, I'll get some popcorn," he kissed your lips briefly before rushing to the kitchen.

You looked at the paused screen, a small fire of fear already crackling inside your weak, easily scared heart.

"Hwa..." you called out and quickly pushed yourself off the sofa, "Let's watch the popcorn in the microwave together."

Walking into the kitchen, you made your way into your boyfriend's idle arms. The plush material of his hoodie felt warm against your skin as your draped his arms over your shoulders and leaned into his body.

"Do we have to watch that stupid movie?" You asked and played with the sleeves of his clothing, trying your best to put on a pout to sway him.

"Come on, flower. It's Halloween! And besides, I'll be there to protect you okay?"

Nodding unsurely, you watched the paper bag with the unpopped kernels turn in circles in the microwave, the occasional pop sound reaching your ears as you leaned further into your boyfriend.

After collecting all the snacks you and Seonghwa needed, you curled up into his side, one blanket over your top while the other draped over his shoulders.

The opening scene displayed itself on the screen as the director's name, production house and other such things flitted across the screen. You held edges of your blanket tightly, fingers bunching up the fluffy material between them.

'Calm down (Y/n), it's just a movie', you reassured yourself as you gave Seonghwa a smile who returned it and then averted his gaze towards the screen. You hated disappointing and seeming weak in front of your magnificent boyfriend but emotions always got the better of you when it came to horror movies.

It was possibly half an hour into the movie and you were already at your wit's end. That clown was going to haunt you for the rest of your life, you were sure of it. You had started to feel slightly hot due to your pyjamas and your blanket but there was absolutely no way you were going to give up your protection. To hell with Seonghwa's protection. Reaching for your cup, you pressed it your lips to take a sip only to find it empty. An involuntary groan left your lips as you tipped the cup back trying to drink even the smallest of drops. You did not want to leave your little safe space and venture into the dark kitchen. What if the clown grabbed you from under the kitchen sink?

The fear was very real.

The movie progressed and you found your fear slowly consuming every part of you bit by bit. Inching closer and closer into your boyfriend, by the time it was halfway, you were draped completely over the male, face pushed into his neck and blanket still clutched tightly.

Seonghwa paused the movie and looked down at you, a soft smile making its way onto his face. He almost cooed at your form pressing tightly into his and draped the blanket that was over his shoulder over your body so that it formed a cocoon for the both of you.

"Is my flower scared?" He whispered and caressed your sides under the blanket lovingly. You whimpered slightly and shook your head, trying to look brave but there was only so much you could do when you were already pressed into your boyfriend out of fear.

"You know I hate horror movies," you stated and pouted, mustering up the best puppy eyes you could and you saw Seonghwa's resolve absolutely crumble.

He sighed and stroked the outsides of your thigh that were on either side of his waist.

"I know, flower and I'm sorry for forcing you into this. I didn't know you were that scared of it. Can I apologise with cuddles?"

Your face instantly lit up but you tried your best to control your emotions and shook your head.

"No. No cuddles for you Mr I want to torture (Y/n)," you mocked and got off his lap, standing up in front of him.

"I'm going to bed," you said and looked towards the dark corridor leading to your room, only to look back at Seonghwa who had started the movie again.

"Okay, goodnight," he said and averted his eyes from your form, eyeing the television instead.

"Seonghwaaaa," you whined and he looked at you with an amused look.

"Yes?" He asked and cocked his eyebrow.

"You're supposed to come with me," you said and tugged at his hand, kicking at his feet lightly.

"Am I? I thought you said we weren't going to cuddle today?" He said and pressed his lips into a thin line to control his laughter.

"Ugh, that's not what I- Seonghwaaa," you whined out again and your boyfriend laughed, switching the television off.

"Wait, let me just the close the lights," he said and you walked towards the switch, you trailing behind him, blanket dragging around the floor. The minute his finger made contact with the switch, you grabbed his hand and sprinted towards your room as fast as you could, tripping over your blanket as you did.

"What was that for?" Seonghwa asked, panting a little from the speed you dragged him at.

You laughed and folded the blanket over the bed.

"So that the clown can't chase us," you said and got into bed before getting right out.

"What happen now?" He asked, standing next to his side of the bed.

"I need to use the bathroom," you asserted and stared at your boyfriend.

"Yeah so? Go," Seonghwa said and you shook your head.

"No, no. You need to come with me. Just stand outside the door?" You said and Seonghwa sighed but a ghost of a smile on his face revealed his true thoughts.

"You're so annoying sometimes," he said and led you to the bathroom, leaning against the wall outside while you did your business.

A minute or so later, you emerged from the bathroom ready to make a run for your bedroom again before Seonghwa stopped you.

"Did you wash your hands?" You looked at Seonghwa sheepishly before shaking your head.

"Listen, I have every reason not to. What if the clown grabs me from under the sink?"

"(Y/n)," Seonghwa smiled and turned you back to the bathroom.

"Go wash your hands, I'm standing right here."

You nodded and went back into the bathroom to wash your hands.

Once done, you balanced one hand on the light switch inside and one hand clutching Seonghwa's arm as you prepared for the dash to safety again.

"Okay, Seonghwa. The minute I flick this light switch off, we're going to run okay?"

Seonghwa nodded determinedly and you started your mini countdown.

"One, two, three! Seonghwa run!"

And with that, you flicked the light switch off, Seonghwa and you running through the corridor back to the safety of your bedroom, falling asleep in each other's arms. Seonghwa's wrapped tightly around you to prevent any sort of clown from grabbing you from under the bed. As long as he was with you, no clown would ever be able to get you.

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what-ever-happened-to-chip · 3 years

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The Adventures of Squall

Squall's observations. Hmm. I don't know what Rinoa wants me to do. I guess I'll ask Eli for his notes and just give them to her. *knock knock* "Cheerio good boy, may I help you with anything?" "Do you have notes on that thing Christian was talking about?" "Ahh you've came to the right residence, just let me....hold on just a moment..." He began digging through piles of loose paper, flipping through notebooks, all whilst mumbling to himself. "Alas! Here is one of my more rudimentary charts, but it shall accomplish what you're intial questions preface." It was hard to concentrate, he was talking very fast and using a lot of words that I didn't know. Akio says because of my ASD I sometimes get what he calls "verbal dyslexia" and it's hard for me to comprehend what other people are saying, especially if they talk different from me. I'll have to concentrate very hard if I don't want Rinoa mad at me again. "But see this is where it gets confusing, we have many great forces here, coincidence? Doubtfully so, but these overlapping characteristics I believe have come here for a reason. Many of our members, including myself, have had interactions with Christos, Christian you call him, and I can't imagine why he would let so many familar faces corner him in the same scenario, unless of course he had a plan for each individual. See, I believe..." He pulled out a chair for me that I sat in. I took out my notebook so I could remember what to tell Rinoa. "If you look here on this chart.." he pulled out a large beige canvas with several pictures pinned to it, threads of twine connecting different ones. "First you see here that Christos comes to my noble world and plants himself as Cyrus, the destroyer of worlds. He taints Noah and I am his right hand man. He tells me a great many things, we can go into later. Do realize this isn't in chronilogical order, I have no way of telling yet the timeline of all our respective worlds. "Next he plants himself as an alien, "Jenova" he calls it on Gaia and and infects the whole planet. The only one to save it was Aerith who possesses extrodainary spiritual powers. She was the last chance tho and aside from her sacrifice Geostigma went on beyond her time..." "His next target, alas, Thomas. A young, troubled boy whom Christian fictionalized a companion for. An alter ego of sorts and made thomas believe it was himself. I believe he might have been weak and needed a human body to recover on. At some point Christian went to Aiden and found him by the Sanguis River, which is the border between our world and ubi requiescit dolor or "where sorrow rests. I haven't been able to spot where he showed up in Harry's world, but I do know he was there at some point. He likely was only a death eater of no great importance. Same with Roxas, Christian probably took the form of a nobody, which of course begs the question...." It was really hard for me to take notes as fast as he talked. I was really tryign to spell words better to get in the habit of it. Reading was easy for me, but writing made me nervous. I'll just get the names and maybe i'll remember. "can one become a nobody without having a form first? Perhaps that's it. He was a formed human on one planet and when he was almost destroyed at some theroetical part, he latched onto Thomas but only came back as a nobody which of course is an allusion. Details, details, but where were we? Oh yes, next on his infamous walk through time was of course Aangs world where he brought the powers of darkness to a seemingly balanced world, probably dating back to around...." I needed to yawn, but it seemed rude. I wonder how he knew all of this. He seemed confused himself. Maybe I should talk to some other people. Rinoa will be mad if I only talk to him. I should have gotten more information earlier.

“And of course Akio’s unfortunate fate with him, presenting himself as illusions to drive the man mad I’m sure. I do believe he could do that, his evil seems endless.” He paused and looked around at all his charts and papers. this will be a good time to excuse myself. "I have to use the restroom, excuse me" He didn't seem to notice me leave, he kept talking and looking at his papers. While I was walking I saw Harry with a plastic cup pressed up to a door. As I walked closer to him he dropped the cup and ran. I went to the kitchen. "Hey Zack" He was drinking really fast out of a big water bottle. Some of it was spilling on his black shirt. "Heya buddy, I broke 20 in 80, my new personal best. Gotta love the summer time." "What?" "Oh 20 miles in an hour and 20, a 4 minute average." "...." "So do you know anything about why we had to go to Camp A and Camp B?" "Ulquiorra seemed pretty on edge, everyone getting riled up like that. Maybe it's time for the old man to retire!" "What about the dark world place?" "I don't know much about that, but I tell you I sure don't know want to get to know it better if you know what I mean. Anyways bud, lactic acid builds on stiff muscles, gotta do my cool down." He then clapped me a little hard on the back, it was sort of uncomfortable, then left the room. I continued walking around looking for someone else to talk to. Rikku is on the couch watching a cartoon called the Powerpuff Girls. She is flossing on the couch? Why isn't she in the bathroom. I'll wait until she's done. I'll wait around the corner so she doesn't know I saw her doing it. After about 70 second she dropped the floss on the ground. There was a garbage can right on the table, but I guess she didn't see it.

"Hey" "Uhhh hey..." Her eyes never left the screen. "Do you know anything about the dark spirit place Christian was talking about?" "Hmmm, there was this one story Buddy used to tell us to scare us, it seems like the same thing and i don't know with all this world collide bs i wouldn't surprised if it's the same. "Do you know the story?" "I don't know ask Buddy, i'm busy." "..." Okay I wonder where Buddy is. I heard a basketball hit the basket outside. Sometimes we play basketball together. "Yo, yo, yo man 3 on 3, pussy slayers vs bitch playas." "AW SHIT" "wooof woof woof" "Which ones which?" asked Aang. "My brutha you knows yous a slaya!" on that they bumped their fists together. "I guess that means i'm with you guys" Tifa said and smiled. That means I'm on Adam's and Riku's team. I played basketball up to 21 points. My team lost. I'm good at making baskets, but not as much at passing and working with my team. "Aight, aight, how bout a smoke break and then maybe we'll give ya'll a rematch." As they all began to disperse, I walked up to Buddy. "Rikku said you could tell me a story about the dark place." "Rikku tol you that?" "Yes. The one you use to tell her." He looked both ways and then straight at me. "I don know nuthin about no story." "Okay, sorry." I guess I better ask someone else. I was getting tired. I should have done this earlier, but I see Rinoa tomorrow. I think it would be a good idea to ask Thomas. I'll see if he's in his room. *knock knock* He opened the door slow, but wide and stared at me. "Can you tell me anything about the dark place." He looked surprised and happy. Akio tells me sometimes people's facial expressions don't always show what they mean, but it's a good indicator if I'm confused. I think he wants me to come in. He was sitting in his computer chair and he had clothes folded on his bed so I don't want to sit there and get them dirty. "I find it rather odd you're the one asking me this question. Eli wasn't surprising one bit, but it's not like he'd listen if I did tell him anything." "So you don't know anything?" "Don't know anything? Yeah right. I know everything that I need to. And ultimately however this goes, there's nothing left for me to lose." "...." "I must admit it does get rather boring having to hold back such genius in my mind. Feigning ignorance on all matters that go on here just to be able to thrive. This truly is the best case scenario for me and I know i'm not alone." He was frowning now. I didn't say anything so I know he probably isn't mad at me. I've learned that most people just keep talking if you say nothing. It helps a lot because I usually have nothing to say. "Are you looking for the nitty gritty, the gory details, or simple how're you're involved?" "Rinoa wanted to me to ask people about it. She thinks we're being lied to." "HAH. Just now she thinks she's been lied to?? Foolish girl." "Rinoa is smart." "Perhaps she is, all the same it's all clouded by her ego." "....." "So rinoa wants to know about the dark world they've after all this time brought up. You have to know though, Simon wouldn't have brought it up if there wasn't some gain to him, some strategic reason for his timing. He's a puppet master, he probably knew you would be here talking to me. It's all going just to his plan.....or perhaps he thought I would kick you out and that would keep him advantageous. But he knew that i'd knew that he was planning that." I was getting pretty confused. "Who's Simon?"

He frowned at me. "He's Christian." "Okay." "That's right "Christian" has had many names, many forms. He's wormed his way into many of lives and took everything they had with them. A leech. Of course a leech needs to eat too." I had been in his room almost 15 minutes. It was probably time to talk to someone else. "The dark world, purgatory, the eternal space, the fog, every world has a different name for it. Some are ignorant, but most know that not everyone gets the "good death". It's origin is beyond me, but I know what it is now. And I know he wants to go there. He's looking for something. Or maybe he's helping someone else." "I have to go now." "Then go, i'm not keeping you if that's what you thought" Thomas sneered at me. "..." *door shuts* As I left Thomas's room, Zidane came in really quickly from the front door. He looked really skinny these days. He pulled off his knapsack and begin looking for something deep within it. I don't know why he still uses his old knapsack, a good messenger bag would look a lot nicer and be a lot less stressful on his shoulders. "OKAY DADDY'S HOME, who wants to party???" As people began pouring into the dining room, they gathered around as he poured a large bag of cocaine out onto the clean glass table top. I remembered when I went fishing the other day how when I dropped bread crumbs in little fish would swarm to all try and get the food at once. It reminded me of that. I used to do cocaine sometimes with Irvine and his friends, but Akio says that it might make my OCD and ASD worse. I didn't want to mess with it, I had already had a stressful day. That's good enough for now. I'll just go to bed and maybe in the morning someone will talk about it and I won't have to ask. I did my bedtime rituals in the normal order, brush teeth, clean face, comb hair, change out of all clothes into two pairs of fresh underwear, socks, and pajamas. It was nice tonight I could turn off the air conditioner. I rested my head on the pillow. The cocaine was making everyone rowdy and I could hear it. Great I could hear Aiden yelling from his room that was right next to mine, on the side my bed was pushed against. I've asked Garnet multiple times if he could switch rooms, but she says no one wants his room cause it smells like blood and has a bunch of holes in the walls. And I was definitely not going to switch my room, everyone was right in it, it didn't need to change. I don't want to spy on people, but last time I said I wouldn't do what Rinoa wanted she threatened to not talk to me for a month. Instead, she talked, or more so bitched, the entire month at me, never letting me have some peace and quiet. I don't want that again.

I took out my nightly form to see how I’’m doing and filled it out.

Anxiety: 8/10

Mood: 6/10

Insomnia: 2/10

OCD: 7/10

Triggers: Talking to people, missing lunch because no one would leave the kitchen, having to ask questions, shoe lace breaking and not having a replacement.

Medication issues: None

Overall: 6/10

He kept yelling, but I could hear another voice too. He often talked to himself so at least when someone else was there, it was only half yelling. I really didn’t want to do it, but I felt Rinoa demanding me why I didn’t. I didn’t like lying to her.

I remembered Harry earlier. I poured my water cup out and pressed my ear against the bottom of it. "Denny if that's the case, what do you have to lose?" "EVERYTHING. DON'T YOU GET IT!!! I've been waiting too long for you to FUCK things up." "Well I do admire your dilligence Denny, you truly never give up." "I will never give up, I will never stop until things are right." "Being when you have Jenn back?" "NO SHIT. All you are is a pawn. There is no other reason you're here." "The life of a king or the life of a pawn, really only is affected by perspective. I take my place with pride and am grateful for whatever else life I get to cherish." "I've waited long enough, i'll wait forever, but I sure as fuck don't want to." "Aside from your said goals, I am curious, did J really return from there?" "Fuck if I know. It has nothing to do with me." "There feels as if there is things you aren't telling me Denny." "WELL HOW THE FUCK DID IT GO LAST TIME I DID." "Please.....I want to help." "As long as Christian holds up his end of the deal, I won't need to use you. And he has the same goal." "I get the feeling you two are not alone in your quest. Are there others?" "Yeah but they're not important really. Just gotta an eye on them." "Even more useless than I?" "No one could be more useless than you." "Ahh how appropriate I and Lana are spending our time in this waiting room together, both readily discardable part of the larger schemes of the world. I've never felt quite so zen before." "haha maybe they should bring Liza around and see how well you two get along." "I believe they would get along splendidly. they like the same music, both androgenous yet stunningly feminine, thrill seeking." "Ur forgetting one thing, cock makes bitches crazy, look at Jenn and Yuna. They'd be the best friends in the world if Yuna hadn't sucked my dick." "And by Jenn, you mean that girl masaqurading as your girlfriend?" "Watch it fucker." "I'm only stating your sentiment seems strangely misplaced seeing Yuna is in real danger whereas "Jenn" is only what you make her to be" "I don't think anything has to happen to her, but if it does she knew what she was getting into." "Yes, but that was a long time ago. A long time before now I would have sacrificed myself for your well being, do you think things are the same now?" ".......what do you mean..? but you....just said...WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN??????!!!!!!!" "I was only teasing Denny, of course I'm here at your service, seeing of course you are the sole reason I am here. I don't think it's wise to betray our gods." "Heh yeah right, I'm your fucking god." "Indeed I am in religious awe." "heh yeah sure. So fucker whatchu got in the briefcase." "Zidane went and filled my reservoirs, I'm back in business" "Hook it up bitch." "I wouldn't have it any other way." After that they started talking quieter in a way that didn't bother me, Finally I can go to sleep.

#cheeseskittles #squall

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Sherlock BBC Lestrade “She’s Innocent”

Summary - You always help Sherlock and John with their cases and your boyfriend, Lestrade. It’s a good life, when suddenly you’re framed for a top crime by a top criminal and have the shock of your life seeing who arrests you.

Warnings - some violence/fluff

A/N - here is another request! I hope u guys like it as you know Lestrade is my fav but i luv all of them sm and enjoy writing everything u guys request. I have a ton of requests and I am not ignoring u guys i am going one at a time so incase ur wondering why i’m taking so long hehe i want them as good as possible. Send me more! Wanna be on my taglist? PM me :) @fanfictionsilove @bakerstreethound @redheaded-hobbit @theartisticscientistsworld

“Died. No more than two hours ago. Killer is a close family member,” you said. Sherlock crouched down near the body on the floor and John lifted books and cups from the table, inspecting them. You had been helping Sherlock with cases for awhile now, maybe a year? You loved it and offered a new perspective. You were smart. Real intelligent. You didn’t think like Sherlock, you thinked differently, but your intelligence was on a close caliber.

“Eh I don’t really care anymore. He was awful,” Sherlock said, quickly hopping up.

“Sherlock!” John exclaimed. You laughed with Sherlock.

“I agree with him. A pretty bad person.” You continued snickering with Sherlock.

John huffed. “As you can tell, I’m not as smart as the two of you! This is no fun,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, causing the two of you to laugh even more.

Ding

You pulled out your phone and saw a text from your boyfriend, Greg.

Greg

Can’t wait to see you soon.

You quickly got up from the floor. “I have.....”

“Date, yes. Go,” Sherlock said, waving you off. You completely forgot about your dinner with Greg. Out of all the dinners you had you were never late or never forgot. How did you forget? You ran outside and stepped near the curb.

“Taxi!” You raised your hand in the air and waved it around until one came speeding to you. As you hopped in you spat your address out and the taxi zoomed off. You looked at your clothes. Dark pants. White long sleeve blouse. Black heels. Something that was ideal for a date, but you decided you need to change it. The taxi slowed down in front of your flat and you threw the money at the driver as you sprinted out, unlocking the front door. You skipped up the steps to your room and to the closet, pulling out beige, nude, dark clothes and throwing them on your bed.

What do I wear?

You honestly didn’t have the slightest clue, but you settled on a pair of black palazzo pants, yet another white blouse but this time it was a button-up and satin. You put on a medium length dark coat and paired it with red heels. It looked nice. You stepped in front of your mirror. You liked what you saw except for your hair. You took it out of the messy bun and let it loose. Just messy enough. You looked at your makeup and quickly grabbed a red gloss and just barely dabbed it on your lips. You ran your mascara once and decided it looked good. You never needed makeup, so many other people complimented you on your natural beauty. You definitely saw it, but couldn’t help but put a touch on. Finally, you swung a perfume bottle from your dresser and sprayed some on your neck and rest of body. Before you ran out the door, you checked yourself again.

Perfect

You ran down the steps and quickly began your walk. You didn’t need a taxi. You had enough time to walk to the restaurant and arrive there about five minutes late (which was early). You wouldn’t like to be there before Greg, he wouldn’t like it - it wouldn’t be.....masculine.....as he always made sure he was. You smiled just thinking about him. You have known him for almost a year, but it seemed like it was an eternity. You woke up thinking about him and slept thinking about him....sometimes he was right next to you. He shared the same interests and had a very similar personality to you. Your combined humor could conquer the world. You enjoyed working where you saw him often and you were excited about all the trips and vacations you would soon take. He was charming, always giving you small gifts, but you made sure to gift him just as much with chocolates, flowers, cologne, coats, and whatever more. You were a sucker for those things and loved to see the smile on his face and the immediate big hug he would give you. Oh, the hugs - those were the best. You continued walking on, thinking about him.

Ding

You took out your phone.

Unknown Number

Mary’s Jewelry Store. Small Surprise.

You stopped in your tracks and walked on the side of the sidewalk, careful not to bump into people. Who could this be? Greg? No. Well, maybe? Perhaps? You didn’t know. Mary’s Jewelry Store? That was an expensive store. Not just a regular jewelry store, it was top of the line. If someone like you was seen there, you might just pass out from shock. Why did you receive this text on this day while walking to dinner? Had to be related to Greg, if not him. You closed your eyes, trying to remember where the store was when it hit you. Less than a block from here on this side. You quickened your steps, trying not to hit anyone. In a few minutes as soon as you reached the store, you couldn’t help but glare inside. The shining diamonds caught your eyes. The necklaces. The rings. The gorgeous carats. You opened the door to a beautiful store.

Not many people were in there. In fact, you didn’t see anyone. There weren’t any lights on, which you thought was odd, but the natural daylight illuminated the room enough. You walked over to the counters, examining the necklaces, rings, and bracelets. They were profoundly beautiful. You noticed that on the displays something was missing.

A necklace?

You looked at the tags in the glass table and gasped. Whatever wasn’t there cost fifteen thousand. You thought it was weird. You turned around to look at the other displays when suddenly a loud blaring alarm pounded through your ears across the whole store. You pressed your hands against your ears to block the noise and looked around the room. The red alarms on the ceiling and throughout the whole walls. You looked at the door and started to walk to it when you suddenly saw flashing red police cars pull up to the front curb in a hurry. You stopped dead in your tracks and your heart sank to your feet. You were a deer in headlights. Five police officers carrying guns sprinted to the door to find you, helpless and innocent, standing there.

You saw the intial look on their face of confusion, but it was soon washed over with a serious look of anger. The alarms stopped and one of the men said, “Back up!” in a loud and demeaning voice. You did so slowly and nervously. Clearly they couldn’t think that you did anything wrong. I mean...look at yourself.

“Her?” You heard one of the men ask to another one. The man shrugged his shoulders.

“What are you doing in here?” The head man asked you. You were so scared and became even more terrified when you saw his large gun strapped to his waistline. You didn’t look like a criminal. You looked like a young girl all dressed up going on a nice date - which you were.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” One asked you. The head man motioned him to shut up.

“I-I,” you stuttered.

“Let’s save your energy. You stole those,” he said, pointing to the missing necklace and another display across, “and you committed homicide. You know what that means? Murder.”

You stared blankly at him, unsure of what to say. Did they think that you really did this?

“I didn’t. Where’s your proof?”

“Proof?” He scoffed. “Trust me, we don’t need it.”

“But-.”

“Enough! Get over there,” he said, pushing your back forcefully to the two other men. They kept their hands on your shoulders as if you were going to try to escape. Your whole body was shaking and you felt your insides turning inside out. How were you going to explain this to Greg? To Sherlock? John?

The head man picked up his phone and held it to his ear.

“We have her....yeah it’s a her...we’re here.” He hung up the phone and looked at you. You looked up with sad eyes. You were about to cry from anger and sadness. You didn’t even know what was really going on. You tried to stay still and just wait. Suddenly your heart sank even further down.

Oh no

You saw Greg get out of a police car that came speeding to the curb. He looked rushed from the impromptu situation, but his detective look was on. Your whole body shook in fear. What would he think?

They must have called him to investigate it and take me to the station.

Why wouldn’t they? How could you forget what his job was when you knew him for this long? You looked out the glass door and tried to maintain your composure, not crying. He forcefully opened the door and immediately his eyes went to you. His face dropped. His posture dropped. His energy dropped. He was a mixture of confusion and anger, but was calmed when he saw you, his whole life, standing between two officers and shaking. He saw how scared you looked.

“Her?” Greg asked the head man. He was angry but contained.

“We have evidence, Detective,” the man replied.

Greg scanned the room quickly, trying to think fast. “I-You-you know what? Show me at the station. I’d like to see it. Just let her come with me.”

The head man looked puzzled and didn’t budge. “We can’t let you do that. You know what? Fine. Just how you like it.” You saw the faces of the men. They were all puzzled. You knew he didn’t act like this to other people. Other criminals, but they didn’t know about you two. Greg sighed loudly and walked towards you. He looked at you in the eyes. They told you everything about what he was feeling. He placed a hand on your left shoulder, squeezing it. An intimate but not obvious action. You knew he didn’t want to do this but he had to. He didn’t say anything and lightly turned your body over. You moved your arms to your back and he cuffed you. Never in a million years would you imagine this happening. He made sure to make the cuffs loose for you and again squeezed the side of your hand ever so softly.

He led you out to the door and opened the car door, sitting next to you. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t know what to say. You were scared. One of the men got in the driver’s seat and sped the car away. You didn’t know if your heart was beating fast or completely stopped.

“I’m going to find out what happened,” Greg said. He placed a hand on your knee. You met his eyes. They were full of love for you and strong emotion.

“I just walked inside. I didn’t do anything. W-what do they think I did?” Your voice was weak, just on the brink of breaking down.

Greg sighed and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Something bad. Don’t worry. I’m going to get you out of this.”

You didn’t look at him. You focused your gaze on the cars passing by. You felt Greg’s grip on your shoulder getting stronger. You knew he didn’t like this. Not at all.

“Why are they accusing me. Someone set me up. Who did it?” You asked him.

“Someone bad. An active criminal. Don’t worry, please.”

You didn’t look at him. You were too shaken up. So many things raced through your head. You wanted to know who did this and how? Who?

Moriarty

The car slowed down to a halt. You were parked in front of the powerful building. You were certain he did this. Who else? You knew Sherlock and were close to him. Of course, he would target you. Manipulating people - abusing his power. If he did this, it was going to be hard to free yourself.

“You’re fine. I’m right here. Just don’t worry.” Greg opened the door, helping you get out. You couldn’t talk. You just offered a small smile to him. You knew he was crushed. He walked with you and the other officer inside the building. Thankfully, they didn’t manhandle you and treat you like a dangerous criminal. Would they?

You didn’t know where you were walking. It all looked the same. All the gray walls. Light floors. An occasional person in a suit walk across the hall. You didn’t even feel safe with Greg walking so close to you.

“In here.” The officer said, motioning to an open door. Greg walked next to you, but the officer said, “Not you.”

Greg scoffed. “Not me? Yes, I can. I’m coming inside.” He tried to come in, but the officer held out his hand, blocking him. Greg furiously pushed his arm back.

“Detective! I will have you escorted!”

Greg backed up but kept his eyes on you. Suddenly two men in suits started pushing you toward another direction.

“Stop! What are you-.” Greg’s voice was shrouded from a loud door closing. You walked with the two men and saw in the corner of the room a long table with a few papers crowded around. Your heart sank again. If these men were manipulated by Moriarty then you had no chance. You had to be smart, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Greg.

You had to fight and play the game.

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fleursowl · 4 years

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Hello! I actually have a snowbaz fic request- the idea of penny and maybe Simon being at watford and then casting a spell that makes them see the future sounds so interesting to me!!! Like, simon or penny just seeing Baz and Simon dating and etc and being like, wtf- thanks:)

yes yes YES i love this!! thank you for being my first official request 💞💞

Simon

“Come on, Pen, surely it can’t be too bad?” I pleaded, giving her my best pouty lip and puppy eyes from across the table.

“No means no, Simon.”

“But-“

Penny slammed her book down on the table with an exasperated sigh.

“Simon, time magick is dangerous. It’s unstable, messy, and can have disastrous consequences.”

“Everything we do is dangerous! Crowley, my existence is dangerous!” I argued. “I think it’s reasonable that I want to know at the very least if I’m alive in the next five years!”

It was playing dirty, but by the look on Penny‘s face, I could tell it had worked.

“Fine.” she snapped. “But don’t blame me when it goes wrong.”

“Oh, I assure you,” I snorted, “if it goes wrong it will most definitely be all my fault.”

Penny

Simon Snow will be the death of me, but he’s also my life. That is the only reason I am agreeing to this stupid charade. Of course Simon will be alive in the next five years, because I’ll be making sure of it. And unless I die (which won’t happen, my mum wouldn’t allow it) then he’s going to be here, alive and healthy for a very long time.

It’s only my ridiculous weak spot for him that is the reason we’re both in the library in the late hours of the night, reading every book we could get our hands on about time magick (there aren’t many- because it’s dangerous). A small noise to my left makes me look up, and I catch a glimpse of what I think could be Baz, before he disappears behind a bookshelf. I’m not going to mention it to Simon, though, because I seriously do not have the energy for another lecture on how I should be careful around him (me and Baz study together sometimes- he’s only of the only people who keep me sane in our classes). I sneak a glance at Simon, who is half asleep and barely even recognising the words on the pages in front of him. This is how I like him best. Content. Safe. Happy.

Baz

I don’t know what Snow and Bunce are doing, and I don’t want to. All I know is that they’re in the library late at night, when I want to be alone (my room smells far too much like Snow to serve as a distraction from him). I know Bunce has seen me, but I’m just praying Simon hasn’t. I really don’t have the energy to resist him right now.

Simon

I know Penny still thinks this is stupid, but she doesn’t get it. This is beyond natural curiosity and a hidden self destructiveness, I just need to know. She’s sitting on Baz’s bed (he won’t like that) frowning at the vial or black liquid like it’s insulted her and her entire family.

“What’s wrong?” I ask tentatively, hoping I don’t aggravate her further.

“This is illegal.” she huffs, her curls bouncing up off her forehead. “It’s dangerous, unstable, and-“ she sees the look on my face, and stops.

“Let’s do this.” she says through gritted teeth, picking up the mirror framed in silver (I don’t understand why it has to be framed in silver- Penny explained it was simple magic, but it doesn’t make sense) and placing it in the palm of my hand. She drips the liquid around the edges, her eyebrows furrowing together in concentration.

“Okay, it’s ready.” she says eventually, sitting back and pulling out her ring. “You have to concentrate for this part, Simon. Hard.” she gives me a stern look, and I nod earnestly.

“Go. You’ve got this.” I say reassuringly, and she snorts.

“I know I do, but...” what she doesn’t say is clear- but you haven’t got this. She doesn’t mean it unkindly, I know, so I let it go.

“Mirror mirror on the wall,

Will I rise or will I fall?” she says in a clear voice, following the path of the liquid with her ring. The mirror glows purple, and fog starts swirling around on it. I gasp in awe, and Penny nudges me, startling me out of it. I concentrate harder, and an imagine comes into focus.

It’s of a small kitchen in the middle of the day, with a pan on the stove bubbling away. Two figures come into view, and if I squint, I can make out one could be me.

So I survive, then I think, feeling dazed at this.

I look back, and see... is that Baz?

We’re both laughing, and I have him pressed against the countertop. That’s... strange?

“Your eggs are burning, Snow.” he smirks. Ah, so nothing has changed then.

Future-me grins back, and leans in further to him. My heart starts beating in my chest so loudly I can barely hear my reply.

“‘S not Snow anymore though, is it? It’s Grimm-Pitch now.” Future-me grins, closing the distance and pressing my lips against Baz’s.

I drop the mirror, and the connection goes, the mirror breaking into shards on the floor.

Seven years bad luck, a voice at the back of my mind reminds me.

I turn to Penny desperately for answers, and see someone else at the doorway.

Baz is standing there, frozen, his hair falling in his face and his eyes wide and scared.

“What... what the hell was that?” he splutters, and this takes me by surprise. Crowley, Baz must really hate the idea of ending up with me- he’s stuttering and swearing like a Normal. For some reason, my heart gives a tug at this, and I curse it. It doesn’t know what it’s doing.

Penny answers before I can, saving me. Again.

“It’s the future.” she replies smoothly, somehow giving us both a challenging look at the same time.

Baz chokes, and shakes his head.

“No, this is-this is revenge, for earlier this year, the Chimera, you- you-“ he seems unable to form anymore words, and turns on his heel and runs out of the room.

“Wait!” I yelp, and race after him, though I’m not sure why.

Baz

‘Grimm-Pitch. Simon Grimm Pitch.’ those words circle around my head; haunting me as I run to the library. Obviously I’ve thought about marrying Simon (as a fantasy, not a realistic hope) but I’m not lovesick enough to doodle our intials together, or anything. So hearing Simon- Future Simon- trick Simon- saying it has bowled me over.

I know I’ll be safe for a while in the library, because Snow is nothing if not predictable, and will probably assume I’ve gone to the catacombs. This will give me about ten minutes to cry, and another five to collect myself and pull out some homework, and a further two to form a mask of indifference.

However, I’m only five minutes into my allotted crying time, and a hand on my shoulder jerks me out of my misery.

“Baz, I-“ Simon begins, then looks closer at my face. “Crowley, are you crying?” he asks in disbelief.

“No.” I sniff, but it’s pretty obvious. My eyes are red and still watery, and my nose feels like it’s going to start running soon. In fact, you can still see the drying tear tracks on my cheeks. Great lying, Baz I curse myself.

“Yes you are.” Simon said firmly, sitting down into the chair next to me. His hand on my shoulder drops to my knee, and I flinch. There’s something that looks like a flicker of pain on his face, but it’s gone as soon as it came, and I must’ve just imagined it.

“Look, if the thought of being with me in the future is really that bad-“ he begins, and I curse.

“Crowley, Snow, I may be a lovesick fool but I’m not completely dense! It’s obvious that isn’t the future. You’re going to kill me, and ride into the sunset with Wellbelove. And I’m going to die. What you saw is impossible, and it’s a track. I mean, I knew you hated me, but to use my feelings against me? That’s low, even for you.” I ramble, waving my hands in the air.

Once I’ve finished my little speech, Snow catches my arms mid-wave, and uses this to tug me to him. Our lips crash against each other with all the elegance of a baby deer, but I don’t care.

Crowley, I’m kissing Simon Snow.

He’s doing this lovely thing with his chin, and I give up my battle for dominance, letting him just consume me.

Eventually we pull away for air, and his cheeks are flushed a beautiful colour.

“Look, Snow, I don’t-“ I begin, and he turns to me, smirking.

“It’ll be Grimm-Pitch one day.” he murmurs.

Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.

Very sorry this took so long, I had massive writers block for it! Hope you all enjoy 💞

#snowbaz textpost #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #snowbaz ficlet #snowbaz kiss #simon snow #penelope bunce #basilton pitch #minor angst #snowbaz angst #snowbaz fluff

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cherry-holland · 5 years

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you’re the yes mutual for me !!! —@delicatetom

WHAT aw hi!!!!! I def would say the same but I’m the worst at intializing conversation 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

My messages are always open for conversation! Hi friend!! 🙋🏽‍♀️

#pretty mutuals ✨

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werewolferr · 5 years

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game changer (pt 1) | stefan butler

* gif from @winterswake *

pairing: stefan butler x reader

plot: after months of strain and hard work, Stefan finally takes the completed Bandersnatch to Tuckersoft. when he gets there he finds that he still has a lot of work to do. luckily he has the best partner

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: nothing really. swearing that’s it tho

a/n: so this imagine is set after stefan finishes the game and he didn’t kill his dad, colin is good and so is his mental health (i spent so long trying to get a good ending, you don’t understand) Also apologies for how much the perspective changes, im hopeless. i ‘m going ti do a 2nd part, but would anyone be interested in a mini series ??

Stefan rubbed his clammy hands against his dark blue jeans and shifted slightly in the uncomfortable bus seat. His mind was on edge, he had finally finished his game (with some of his sanity still attached). He was now on his way to meet Mr Thakur at Tuckersoft to show him the final product.

“Just stay calm Stefan. Breathe in and out, everything is fine” He mumbled to himself, rubbing his hands down his jeans.

Stefan leant to his right side and opened his bag, pulling out his cassette player and headphones. He grabbed his Tears for Fears cassette and slipped it into the player, he threw his headphones over his ears and pressed play.

He sunk back into his chair, trying his best to relax and keep himself calm.

———————

You leant back in your office car, feet propped on your desk. You stared down at your worn, now off white converses and you bit down on your pen.

You were at a creative blockage and it was driving you crazy.

Mr Thakur had recently asked you to help with the product design of a new game he might be investing in. It was called Bandersnatch and from what Thakur had told you, it was a multichoice game based on a book by Jerome F. Davies.

From what you found out about him, he was a genius/psychopath. Driven insane by the book, Bandersnatch, which resulted in him cutting his wife’s head off. You hoped this game designer wasn’t like that, seeing as you had to work with him on the marketing, the cover design, the posters. And you didn’t particularly fancy your head getting chopped off.

You sat back up in your seat, dropping your feet on the floor with a thud. You ran your hands over some of the drafts you’d come up with. Your bracelets colliding with the wood of your desk, making a horrid sound. You didn’t particularly like them, they were all so bland and unappealing. You sighed at yourself, “What the fuck are these Y/N, you can do better than this! You’ve designed for Colin Ritman, iconic game designer”

“Why thank you” You heard from your right, you turned to see Colin Ritman. Looming by your desk, a fresh cigarette in between his lips.

You smiled at him lightly, “Alright love?” You ask.

“Yeah, I’m ok” Colin replied nonchalantly “Can see you’re at a creative stump” You furrowed your eyebrows at him and replied “Is it that obvious?” You laughed.

“No. But I’ve been there so many times it’s like I have a rader for it” He says, deadpan. You laughed at him, running your hands through your hair.

“Hey can I ask you somethin’?” You say, swinging your chair side to side.

“Sure, fire away” Colin said sitting down on the edge of your desk.

“Have you met the guy creating Bandersnatch?”

“Urmm, yeah” He nodded “I met him when he first came in and pitched the idea to Thakur”

“What was he like? Did he seem nice..... weird?” You pressed, leaning forward.

“Yeah, he seemed ok. He was young, kind of awkward. But nice enough.” Colin replied. You nodded at him as he lit is cigarette. “Why you asking?” He asked as he drew the cigarette from his mouth.

“Urgh, I don’t know Colin. It will seem stupid but after researching the author of the book, Bandersnatch and how the book drove him insane and he chopped his wife’s head off. It kind of just freaked me out” You replied tapping your pen on the desk. You looked back to Colin to see him laughing at you slightly

“Stop it!” You said, leaning over and hitting his leg.

“Ok, ok” Colin said, still laughing slightly “But the guy who wrote it, Jerome F. Davies, is actually such a genius-“

“He chopped his wife’s head off” You say putting emphasis on the words “chopped” and “head”

“Well apart from that. You should really read his book, it’s so fascinating and it will be good for working on this project” Colin said.

“Yeah... I suppose”

“Well, I’ll see you in a bit” Colin said getting up from his desk. “I got to get back to work, good luck with your new project.

“Thanks. Good luck with your work as well” You said, waving as he walked away.

You glanced over your drawings and intial notes again. Letting your mind wander about what you were going to do and what this guy might be like. You really hoped he was going to be nice or at least not a psychopath.

“Mrs L/N”

The voice of Mr Thakur snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yes Mr Thakur” You looked to Mr Thakur.

“You want to come to my office now. Stefan, the programmer creating the new game, he should be here a few minutes. So, I’d like him to meet you straight away, so you can start working on the design.”

“Oh ok. I’ll pick my designs up now and bring them to your office” You said, getting up from your chair.

“Cool, see you in a sec” Mr Thakur said, clicking his fingers at you.

You scrambled your notes and drafts together and picked up your many pencil cases. Piling all of them in your little arms.

Carefully you begin your walk from your messy desk to Mr Thakur’s office.

———————

The lift stopped with an unnerving thud and the doors opened with a creak. Stefan walked out the lift, pulling his headphones off his ears and leaving them dangle around his neck. He vaguely remembered the way to Mr Thakur’s and started walking in that direction.

As he arrived into the Tuckersoft section, he spotted Colin at his desk still working on his new game.

“A-alright Colin?” Stefan said as walked past Colin’s desk.

“Yeah, I’m good. How’s the game going Stefan?” He asked, eyes still fixed on the screen.

“Well, I’ve finished it now and I think it’s gone well” Stefan said smiling slightly and tugging on his bag strap.

“Well done mate. I hope it goes well”

“I’ll see you soon then”

“Yeah..”

As Stefan came up to Mr Thakur’s office, he knocked on the door lightly. Hearing a booming voice inside respond with “Come in”

Stefan pushed down on the handle, feeling his hands already become clammy again and he opened the door.

“Hey kid, how you doing?” Mr Thakur spoke walking towards Stefan patting him on the back.

“I’m alright, thank yo-“ Stefan began to say before he noticed a young girl sitting on Mr Thakur’s desk. She was wearing a black knitted jumper with various phrases like “boom”, “pow”, “crash” paired with light denim jeans. Mr Thakur followed the direction of his eyes, to see he was looking at Y/N.

“Stefan, this is Y/N L/N, she’ll be working on the product design with you. Y’know all the posters, the game cover, everything. She’s great” Mr Thakur said as you got up from your place and moved towards the two men who towered over you “And Y/N, this is Stefan Butler.”

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you” You said, walking over to the tall dark haired boy.

“I-Urm-Hi...” Stephen said, cursing himself at his nervousness.

“I’m very excited to be working on Bandersnatch with you” You said, smiling at the boy.

“Miss Y/N has been apart of some incredible projects, particularly recently she’s been working with Colin Ritman and a lot of his projec-“

“You’ve worked on Colin’s games?” Stefan smiled, eager to ask you about it.

“Oh yeah. Metl Hedd, Demons + Dragons, Moonlight”

“Wow, i love those games. And the artwork on it is incredible” Stefan gushed slightly.

“Aw, thank you so much love” You grinned, a brush creeping up your cheeks.

Stefan pulled down firmly on his bag strap again. His hands were sweating and he was trying his hardest to not think about the heat rising to his face.

He had just met, possibly the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. Your long h/c framed your face perfectly, moving lightly with your every moment. You had the most beautiful smile that would light up your e/c eyes. It was sending Stefan crazy, butterflies were flapping frantically in his stomach.

“Stefan!”

“Stefan!” Mr Thakur said, clicking his finger.

“Hm” Stefan said still looking at you.

“Back in the room buddy?” Mr Thakur laughed

“Y-yes, sorry” Stefan said now moving his attention to him.

“Could we look at your game now, so then we can get started on production?”

“Yeah, of course” Stefan replied, beginning to search through his bag to find the game.

“Ok, just pop it in your here” Mr Thakur said turning his computer so everyone can see the screen and then switching it on. Also checking the console was on and working.

Stefan put the game in the cartridge and pressed play. “Ok this is how the game works”

After Stefan had walked you and Mr Thakur through the majority of the game. You were left speechless, the work he’d done was incredible, groundbreaking. You didn’t know what to say, you felt so excited to be able to slightly help with this project, and even more excited to play it when it was released.

“I’m investing!” Mr Thakur shouted. Raising from his set and scaring Stefan half to death. Mr Thakur often did this when he found a new project he liked so Y/N was use to it.

“Kid, this game is so good. The world needs Bandersnatch!” Mr Thakur continued to shout “Honestly, kid. When you came to me and asked for more time on the game, I was nervous. I thought you wouldn’t be able to do, but you proved me wrong” Mr Thakur said punching Stefan in the shoulder, a little harder than intend as Stefan rubbed his shoulder lightly.

“Y/N! Just double checking, are you still interested in this project? Because I need you to be completely on board ok if you’re going to do it, it needs all your efforts” Mr Thakur pressed.

“Definitely. I’m 100% on board, I really want to work on this project” You beamed, jumping up and down on the spot. “Only if you’ll have me Stefan”

“Yes, of course. Your work is incredible” Stefan blushed slightly.

#stefan butler #stefan butler imagine #stefan butler x reader #fionn whitehead #black mirror #bandersnatch #black mirror bandersnatch #colin ritman #will poulter

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hawthornewhisperer · 6 years

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Emotional Reticence and Role Swapping: Clarke and Bellamy in 505

I have so, so many bellarke related thoughts from last night’s episode, which was a delightful and sincerely appreciated surprise, but what I really want to talk about is Clarke’s reticence to opening up to Bellamy.

Before I get started, however, a disclaimer: this is gonna talk about E.cho and be.cho and yes, I am bellarke af BUT I also genuinely enjoy the be.cho dynamic and the complications that will bring. So that means by continuing to read this, you’re making a deal with me: I will not try to make you ship be.cho and you, in turn, will keep all “wow I hate that bitch” comments off my post, up to and including the “I really dislike be.cho but I actually liked this!” type comments because honestly, I do not need to know you dislike be.cho. Comments like that majorly bum me out, even if you think you’re being positive and respectful. And if you think this disclaimer is overly dramatic: you’re right, it is! But please take a look at any post and/or ficlet I have written for s5 that includes a mention of be.cho because right now, 90% of them have SOME FORM of I-hate-echo-itis in the comments anyway and I promise you, I’m just as tired of having to make these disclaimers as you are of reading them.

But back to Clarke and her feelings. Something that has stood out to me in 504 and 505 is how quiet Clarke is. She’s never been the loudest or most talkative of the characters, but she’s usually fairly communicative, especially with Bellamy. In fact, she’s usually the one prodding him to reveal his feelings, as in 108/313/406, where she’s basically like “I can tell you’re having emotions now, want to process them with me?” and Bellamy is like “no honestly I’d rather just be alone in my sadness, thank you, also here’s everything that has been bothering me since childhood.”

Except now, that dynamic is almost completely reversed: Bellamy is the one pressing Clarke for more details on her emotional state and she’s the one withholding. The difference is, of course, Bellamy of seasons 1-4 generally caved and bared his entire bleeding, aching soul to Clarke after .05 seconds of patient silence from her, whereas Clarke-- who has always been a little bit more guarded in her emotions-- has more practice at Conceal Don’t Feel-ing her way through life.

In 504, after their reunion in the holding cell, Clarke actually says *nothing* to Bellamy for the rest of the episode, and what she does say to him in 505 is very restrained. And when she does open up to him in the head and heart conversation, it’s not about herself, it’s about him. I think once Clarke got over her initial disbelief that Bellamy was really there, she started mentally cataloguing the changes she noticed in him. There’s the beard, obviously, but there’s also the general softness he’s let come to the surface. Clarke knew that gentleness existed, but Bellamy usually tried to hide it from everyone else and now he’s not even bothering. He’s also far more strategic, but notably Clarke only seems to recognize that by saving her life he saved Madi’s, which is a very Season One Bellamy thing to do in terms of My Life Doesn’t Matter, Only My Sort Of Daughter’s Does.

Now, I’m not sure Bellamy has noticed how different Clarke is yet. He’s always been incredibly emotionally intelligent, but I honestly think that the shock of finding out she’s alive has blinded him to noticing that she’s changed. Clarke spent six years talking to a static, imaginary version of Bellamy with the assumption that he would one day return to her, but Bellamy has spent six years mourning a very-real-but-still-static version of Clarke. Clarke probably knew he would come back a little different, so now she’s busy ascertaining just how different he is, whereas Bellamy is still processing the fact that she’s even there.

So now let’s talk about their little campfire chat in 505. It actually mostly reminds me of the beach scene in 406, in that in 406, Clarke is recognizing that what Bellamy has been dealing with with Octavia is really emotionally challenging and she’s reminding him that he’s special and she cares about him. Bellamy’s reaction is typical s1-4 Bellamy, which is to basically be like “lol whatever I’m garbage and I really wish you wouldn’t be so nice to me I’m literally gonna have to be on a different planet from you to process that kthnxbai.” But in 505, Bellamy is the one pointing out that what Clarke went through in the six years they were apart was really emotionally challenging, and he expresses his admiration for her, and she just...shuts him down.

And Clarke is not one to shirk credit for her accomplishments. This is “you may be the chancellor but I’m in charge” Clarke Motherfucking Griffin here. She doesn’t do the “aw shucks” thing-- she knows she’s a fucking badass and she owns it. So when Bellamy says “surviving alone is impressive,” it’s notable that she immediately shoots him down. On the surface of it, what Bellamy says isn’t particularly emotional-- it’s just a statement, saying “damn you’re a badass.” But it’s also more than that, because Bellamy doesn’t just say it. His voice gets deeper and softer, and he’s deliberately changing the subject from what Clarke wants to talk about-- other people-- to what was, quite frankly, a really challenging time for Clarke.

Clarke doesn’t regret staying behind, of course. It got her friends to safety and it allowed her to find Madi, and Madi is basically her whole world at this point. But it was still incredibly hard. Clarke was suicidal before she found Eden, and even once she had Madi being the new mother of a semi-feral murder child at age 20 is not exactly easy.

And how she got through it is actually very simple: she had Bellamy. She talked to him every goddamn day for six fucking years, because the memory of who he was-- and who he was to her-- kept her sane. Remember, she said “doing this keeps me sane” shortly before Eligius lands, not in her intial batch of radio calls in the months after they leave. Because she still needs him, even when she’s no longer alone.

But then Bellamy comes back, and he’s different. And now she’s probably feeling a little vulnerable and exposed and maybe even a little foolish because she structured so much of herself around who he was that adapting to who he is is making her uncomfortable. So when he says “wow, you’re really impressive” Clarke immediately bails on that conversation, like

She cannot get out of there fast enough, and then the next time there’s a chance for a soft, intimate conversation, she immediately steers the topic to Bellamy by noting how he’s changed. I think that was also Clarke’s way of trying to feel out this New And Emotionally Healthy Bellamy to try and figure out if it’s a permanent change or just a temporary one.

But (and here’s where we get to the be.cho so please, refer to the disclaimer at the beginning before you say anything) I don’t think Clarke really grasped how deeply he had changed until she saw him kissing E.cho. Now, I don’t think Clarke actually bears E.cho any ill will per se-- I don’t think she liked her very much, but I also don’t think she really gave E.cho much thought one way or another. Clarke wasn’t in Mount Weather with Bellamy in s2, and she completely missed the entire Mount Weather Goes Boom set up because she was acting as bait in Polis. Yeah, E.cho held a sword to her throat in 401 but at this point, who HASN’T held Clarke at knifepoint? Both Murphy and Roan have, and she got over that pretty fast.

So Clarke doesn’t really have any serious animosity towards E.cho, but she does know that when Bellamy left, he didn’t want E.cho to come with them. He expressed his doubts about her coming along in one of their last conversations (a conversation Clarke clearly remembers very vividly) and now he’s running across a desert to kiss her because he’s so glad she’s safe. It’s not a betrayal to Clarke (because even if Clarke has realized she has feelings for Bellamy: Romantic Stylez she knows he’s likely unaware of them); it’s a revelation. Bellamy really, truly has changed, and I think when she sees him kiss E.cho, she’s probably secretly a little relieved she didn’t bare her soul to him about the radio because that would have meant admitting Heart-and-Pants Feelings to someone who didn’t necessarily return them, and Heart-and-Pants Feelings are the one feeling Clarke has historically struggled with. (Bellamy, on the other hand, has struggled with all feelings except Heart-and-Pants feelings, because while he might not have acted on his feelings for Clarke before he was certainly well aware of them.)

I think she’ll take it as proof that the Bellamy who came back to her is not the Bellamy who left (and I do think that’s an accurate assessment on her part), but I also think she’ll take it as confirmation that whatever they had was in the past, and that is clearly not true. Everything in Bellamy’s demeanor towards her-- you saved us, surviving alone couldn’t have been easy, I thought about you in every decision I made in the last six years-- speaks of someone who is still deeply in love with her and only just realizing that what he thought was dead and buried is alive and well and quite possibly in love with him too. I think it will lead to more emotionally reticent!Clarke and more emotionally open!Bellamy, and I think this episode was really about setting up the reveals that will come more than anything else.

So in conclusion: Clarke is being very earlier seasons!Bellamy about her feelings at the moment, Bellamy is being very earlier seasons!Clarke about his feelings, and I think they’re on a collision course with be.cho that’s gonna bring pain, tears, and so much delicious angst I cannot WAIT.

Author’s Note 2.0: I’m really not kidding. I’m fine with you not liking E.cho or be.cho, but please do not tell me you dislike her or their relationship in any way. It harshes my buzz in what is otherwise such a delightful season.

#bellarke #bellarke meta #t100 rebel spy #need some spaces so it stays out of the show tags #one more should do it there we go #the 100 spoilers #505 spoilers

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Season 7, Mission 31: Life In A Glasshouse

Through a Glass Darkly

JANINE DE LUCA: Mr. Yao? Come in. ANNIE has -

ANNIE: Sam can't hear you, Janine. But the Glass Protocol can. [high-pitched laughter] Oh, Employee Five, that is the laughter of a predator whose prey has walked into its lair. It is stronger here, where the bones of its victims lie. It will toy with you, as a cat does a mouse. But what it is going to do to you, a cat cannot do to a mouse. It is not for human eyes to look upon, Five. But I can see it.

VERONICA MCSHELL: Runner Five, Janine, Amelia, listen to me. I can't hold her off for long. I've been in touch with Mr. Valmont. I messaged him as soon as the doors closed. I had to tell him what I am. He's very sorry this has happened. This part of ANNIE is rogue, not connected to the main part at all.

He's given me a code to temporarily access the building's systems and I can do a few tiny things, but ANNIE can still hear us. I have to be careful what I say. You've walked into a trap, and there's no choice but to keep walking. This is the birthplace of the Glass Protocol. It's at its most powerful here, but also its most vulnerable. I can't tell you how, I'm sorry. She can hear me.

JANINE DE LUCA: Veronica, why didn't you warn us?

VERONICA MCSHELL: ANNIE's been hiding this from me, and Mr. Valmont, too. That's very clever of you, ANNIE. I assume she gave intel to Jones about that chemical neutralizer to lure you here. And she was careful to make sure the building appeared completely without power until the trap was sprung. The Glass Protocol will never stop hunting Five. It has to be dealt with, but I can't help you. If I make a move, ANNIE will counter. You're on your own.

JANINE DE LUCA: So what do we do, Veronica?

VERONICA MCSHELL: Act as you always do. It will get you through.

AMELIA SPENS: Your confidence is touching, but entirely misplaced. The way I always act is to avoid getting myself in stupid situations like this in the first place.

JANINE DE LUCA: Your fate is tied to ours now, Miss Spens, whether you like it or not.

[high-pitched laughter]

VERONICA MCSHELL: ANNIE is directing the Glass Protocol to you. Leave through the atrium. Run!

VERONICA MCSHELL: I'm sorry, I can't hold her off any longer. Remember, be yourselves.

[door slams shut]

AMELIA SPENS: And with that useless platitude, she's gone. And look, a steel door has trapped us in a long corridor with countless CCTV cameras that have angled as one towards us. How are we doing, Team Abel? I think this is a very good sign.

JANINE DE LUCA: We must remain calm, Miss Spens. It is possible that the steel door is Veronica's attempt to keep us safe. If so, she's bought us some time. We have to find a way out of here.

AMELIA SPENS: I suppose we do think that ANNIE acted alone here, do we? It wasn't any Last Riders, or some very intelligent fungus, or any of the myriad enemies you charming Abel people have collected?

JANINE DE LUCA: We cannot give way to paranoia, Miss Spens. The Glass Protocol feeds on fear. For now, we have one advantage. The lights are on. We will at least see the Glass Protocol coming.

[lights go out, high-pitched laughter]

AMELIA SPENS: And there go the lights. I think we're being toyed with.

JANINE DE LUCA: We must find a way to turn the lights back on. In the darkness, we stand no chance. I've memorized the layout of the immediate vicinity. Turn right at the end of the corridor, then left. Run!

AMELIA SPENS: Janine, I can't see my own hand in front of my face. How immediate a vicinity did you memorize? Are we talking memory cathedral, or more of a memory yurt? It feels like we're taking turns at random.

JANINE DE LUCA: I admit that I have begun to rely on instinct. Keep going, Miss Spens. Keep going and remain calm.

[bones crack, flesh squelches]

AMELIA SPENS: I found the bones of some previous victims. That's soothing.

JANINE DE LUCA: Keep going. Just keep going.

[five metallic knocks]

AMELIA SPENS: What's that?

JANINE DE LUCA: Something is behind that door. We have to open it.

AMELIA SPENS: Those sentences don't go together.

JANINE DE LUCA: If there is a threat, Miss Spens, we must identify it to deal with it. But I do not think it is a threat. I think it is Veronica sending us a message. Five taps. Runner Five, open the door.

[door creaks open, five metallic knocks] Yes, there. The taps are coming from the ventilation system. Veronica has guided us to this cupboard. But why? Ah, here on the shelf. Goggles. Night vision, perhaps. Runners, put these on.

AMELIA SPENS: I think I prefer these to my actual eyes. I can finally see the walls, and also through the walls.

JANINE DE LUCA: Good lord, yes. Even MI6 didn't have technology this advanced.

AMELIA SPENS: Janine, I recognize this building's layout. It's like Brent's Oslo HQ. There should be... yes! Huge circular room, floor above us.

JANINE DE LUCA: I see it! But I cannot see the corridor we've just come down. The Glass Protocol. It is interfering with the goggles.

AMELIA SPENS: Come on, follow me. I know where we're going. [high-pitched laughter] Run!

JANINE DE LUCA: Goodness, I don't think I've ever seen so many computers.

AMELIA SPENS: Yes, I was right. This is one of Brent's blue sky think bowls.

JANINE DE LUCA: Oh dear.

AMELIA SPENS: I know. See that giant H on the floor? That's the remind people to take the helicopter view. He really is awful. I'm so glad I [?]. Anyway, think bowls were where his top minds had free reign to develop whatever they liked. Five, turn on a computer.

[computer beeps]

COMPUTER: Hello, Amelia.

AMELIA SPENS: Yes, yes. Jimmy Singh was in charge here. He was one of Brent's most ambitious researchers. He was also insane. Of course, he would be in charge of the Glass Protocol. Oh! There's a file named "targets." Just intials. SG, EM. Look at the one at the top! BV! He was planning to set the Glass Protocol on Brent! Good old Jimmy.

JANINE DE LUCA: No wonder Valmont shut the program down. If only he'd done so sooner.

ANNIE: But we are having so much fun, Janine. You and Employee Five and me, I mean. Amelia, I have no interest in harming you. Even if I wanted to, I can't. My programming forbids it. My tertiary objective is to make Amelia feel beautiful. Leave the others, Amelia. Take the door on the left. I will guide you out. You, and only you.

JANINE DE LUCA: Miss Spens, do not trust her.

AMELIA SPENS: Yes, thank you, Janine. I'm not an idiot. We'll take the door to the right. That's where the high-level research went on. If there's a way to deactivate the Glass Protocol, we'll find it there.

ANNIE: I wouldn't do that, Amelia. My secondary objective – in here, that is – is to protect Mr. Valmont's research. Like so.

[explosion, alarm blares, flames crackle]

AMELIA SPENS: Ow! That hurt my eyes. And why is everything white suddenly?

JANINE DE LUCA: The computers are on fire. All the computers. Your goggles will adjust shortly. We have to get out. Run!

[doors slam shut]

JANINE DE LUCA: The fire doors have closed behind us. We should be safe. From the fire, at least. Runner Five, are you unharmed? And you, Miss Spens?

AMELIA SPENS: Couldn't be better.

JANINE DE LUCA: I'm surprised you're here at all. ANNIE offered you a way out, but you didn't take it. Why?

AMELIA SPENS: I think we can agree that ANNIE's behavior has been off-color. I don't trust her. Which doesn't mean I trust you, Janine. Just more than a twisted AI. What is that smell?

[flesh squelches]

JANINE DE LUCA: In the center of the room, a heap of bodies moving. Stick close to the wall. We have to go around them. Runner Five, lead the way.

AMELIA SPENS: I know those people! That's Sally Greene, head of Datafold. Richard [?] from Cloudserve. Elon Musk! They were some of the world's top tech CEOs, but there's something wrong with them. Their flesh is swollen and covered in gross malformed... look, there in the bodies. It's you, Five. You, but wrong. Bulbous. You're looking at me, but your eyes are facing inwards.

JANINE DE LUCA: Miss Spens, come around the bodies. We have to get out of here now.

ANNIE: Oh, it's too late for that. You could have left, Amelia, if you'd trusted me. You are Mr. Valmont's property! [laughs] If you try to leave the building, you must be stopped. Stand up, Target Five.

[creature snorts]

JANINE DE LUCA: Good God, it's huge. Twice your size, Five.

ANNIE: Now restrain Amelia Spens.

AMELIA SPENS: It's coming for me. You're coming for me, Five.

JANINE DE LUCA: Miss Spens, do not allow the Five entity to touch you. We have no idea what it can do. Take the corridor to your right. Runner Five and I will head straight on. With luck, our paths will converge. Run!

[monitors beep, babies cry]

JANINE DE LUCA: Miss Spens, Five and I are in a premature baby unit filled with incubators. ANNIE must be keeping something alive here. I would prefer not to imagine why. Have you escaped the Five entity?

AMELIA SPENS: No, Janine, I haven't. It's right behind me, and it is dripping!

JANINE DE LUCA: We will formulate a plan, Miss Spens. Whatever you can tell us about the threat will help.

AMELIA SPENS: Right. Sally and Richard, they were the heads of rival firms. Elon, he wasn't a direct rival, but he was a critic of artificial intelligence. Jimmy must have been using the Glass Protocol to pick off the competition.

JANINE DE LUCA: And the process of designing a target creates a dangerous simulacrum. Hmm. I believe Miss McShell would not have lead us to that room intentionally. A worrying suspicion begins to dawn. Miss McShell impressed on us the importance of being ourselves. This was no mere encouragement. She was able to predict what we would do, as long as we acted perfectly in character. I memorized the layout of the ground floor. You remembered the Oslo office.

But then you failed, Miss Spens. You turned down the opportunity to save yourself. Miss McShell cannot have predicted that. Whatever strategem she'd planned for Five and I, we've almost certainly missed it. We can only help ourselves. Miss Spens, do not allow the entity to touch you. Runner Five and I will find – [glass shatters, babies cry] The incubators are cracking.

ANNIE: Oh, Janine. Hatching. Look at their darling little hands! So leathery. Such sharp claws. Wait until you see what they can do to you! Here comes the swarm.

JANINE DE LUCA: They're on the walls, Runner Five. Oh my God, they're all over the walls!

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Holby City S20 E25 - Primum Non Nocere - Part 2

Fuck me, that was a bit of a rollercoaster! I should probably start with Jac, but let’s face it, most thoughts (and feels) I’ve had around this episode are Berena related, so I’m just diving straight in.

I’ve been prepared for the worst. And it’s pretty horrific watching them fight and pick at each other for the first large part of the episode. I’m still very much of the opinion that we were cheated out of a great deal of happiness in the first days of their relationship, by their new romance taking so much of a backseat before being so quickly derailed by Elinor’s death. So, whilst it has been beyond wonderful to have Bernie back on our screens for a couple of episodes, to not really see much happiness for the majority of those eps was still tough to take. BUT, there were really pure and wonderful moments in the painful angst. From the moment that Bernie walked into Greta’s cubicle, after her chat with Fleur, just the way she only had eyes for Serena was just beautiful. Followed, of course, by the chat on the corridor floor, the reminiscences about Elinor (yes, I shed a tear, because CR’s acting was just sublimely good), and even the break up scene, which I actually legitimately sobbed through. Because JR’s acting after Serena went in to meet her grand-niece was just that sublimely good.

And of course, who could fault the post-Fleur and Donna Serena intervention scenes, when Serena chases after Bernie? Somebody had to talk sense into Serena, because who in their right mind would let Bernie go??!! And as for asking Bernie to wait, let’s face it - Bernie is ex-army, she is used to being separated from loved ones for extended periods of time, and whilst I’m not suggesting it’s easy for her, nor her choice at this point in her life, she would hardly say no to something she’s learned emotionally to deal with, right? And THANK YOU, HOLBY FOLKS - because, she’ll be back, soon enough... (I’m not sure I’ve ever been quite so grateful to be proved so wrong!)

The thing with Berena is, that whilst it has been heralded as this hitherto unrepresented older lesbian relationship without death (if you choose to overlook the death of Serena’s daughter), it’s actually much more than that. It’s been pigeonholed, but I actually think it stands it’s place in the grander scheme, and whilst it means so much to so many, it’s much more than just a ‘lesbian’ relationship. It deserves to be up there amongst any relationship, regardless of gender/identity of the participants. I literally can’t remember a time in Holby history where any relationship has been treated with such care and attention - and I think we do have the representation aspect to thank for that, but (and I may be waxing lyrical, and not making that much sense), to me, it is ‘all that’.

Anyway, and loathe as I am to admit it - there were other storylines in tonight’s show. And other aspects to Serena’s story! So, here we go.

Gaskell’s monologue to an unconscious patient which kicked off the show, and was shown throughout. I had initially thought it was Jac, and was most glad at the end of the ep to be shown that it wasn’t. I think it was that first patient, the one that I’d initially thought was a loved one, who has been in the coma for years, although still not sure.

I have to admit, I still feel like I don’t quite get all of Gaskell’s storylines. It might have something to do with not catching some of what he mutters, but it feels like it’s one of the least coherent stories that they’ve run, and it’s all done almost in subtext. I’m not a stupid person, but I do constantly find myself wondering what the hell is happening within that story. So, he’s acknowledged that Meena is right, that patients are dying from encephalitis, but he lied to Meena and Roxanna by telling them that his latest patient is responding to treatment, when in fact he isn’t, and won’t. But none of that really matters, because Jac realises that she’s got a 50/50 of dying, but wants to go ahead anyway, because death is better than a life with neurological deficits, or pain, despite the fact she has a daughter. And Gaskell pretends to laud Meena for her actions, but is secretly looking for a way to get rid of her for derailing his maniacal need to trailblaze, which of course yap-flapper Meena gives him by not managing to keep her idiot mouth shut to the random researcher (who happens to tell Gaskell that they’ve been running basically the same trial in mice with the same 50/50 outcome). Incidentally, in my opinion, Gaskell was quite right to boot Meena. He just did it for totally the wrong reasons. Fwiw.

Aaaand, Jac has had the surgery, it has ostensibly worked, so now we just get to wait and see if she dies. And let’s face it, she’s gonna get a fever and high CRP etc, regardless of the final outcome, coz otherwise, where would the drama be??!!

Good to see Henrik, and so lovely to see him worried about Jac. I like to think if he’d remained CEO, Gaskell’s shadiness would have been uncovered by now. And continuing with Jac, I simply love that Sacha knows her so well - as he showed when speaking to Fletch about how she deals with things, and the anniversary of Jasmine’s death.

The meeting room was quite fun, with Sacha inadvertently spilling Fletch’s romantic dilemma to Abigail, although yet again, Sacha being used as the buffoon was a shame. But I can’t deny that it was mildly comedic. Sadly, yet again, it seems to have only drawn Fletch and Abby closer together. I find myself wondering, am I the only anti-Flabby campaigner out there? RM has all but confirmed that Flac will never happen because neither she nor AW want it to, and I’m ok with that, because I was massively anti-Flac when those rumours first surfaced, but I just can’t get behind Flabby either, and the worse part is, I just don’t know why!

I think my final thoughts of tonight are regarding Fleur Fanshawe (which actually also brings me nicely full circle back to Berena!). Fleur was always quite a pushy character, but tonight, she was downright offensive intially in her flirting over Serena. I felt quite awful for Bernie for a bit there. I’m really glad we got a bit of backstory/filler to explain how Fleur is suddenly Obs&Gynae after being General Surgical, because that was flummoxing me a little. Shame the backstory didn’t extend to what happened to Sophia. Although why should it, I suppose. Relationships come and go, and I guess Serena has all the low down considering how often she goes for drinks with Fleur - as suggested by Fleur to Bernie. So, after starting the episode as quite a thorn in the side, I guess she finally came through, first with her chat to Bernie whilst Bernie was outside having a fag (and looking unbelievably glorious), then later with her remonstration of Serena for letting Bernie go, thereby precipitating their reconciliation, albeit for 48 hours and then long distance. So, I say, go Fleur. And if you do what you promised Bernie and stop chasing Serena, and just be your gloriously bolshy, gay self, chasing after your own unattached ladies, then please stay on our screens and brighten these grey days until Bernie’s next return!!

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