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PHANTOM THIEF / GREAT DETECTIVE
#I FINISHED IT..#wip23works#bruh i started like 3 different pieces for this cus i wasnt fond of my first 2 LOL#thuglife#embarrassing#this was SO FUN??#especially happy with my shinichi here#kaito looks a lil too young lol oops#alw love colouring this way#experimenting a whole lot these few years#i have a george weasley piece coming up after this#kaito kid#kaito kuroba#magic kaito 1412#detco#dcmk#dcmk fanart#detective conan fanart#detective conan#shinichi kudo#conan edogawa#wip23
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bomba and jemima for the bingo ask
Bombalurina:
Jemima:
Explanations:
Bomba:
they got done dirty by the fans - In a plethora of ways, tbh. Not just past fans either, though that was *quite* the cesspool of character interpretation being "that lady" who got in the way of tuggoffelees lmao. I feel like a lot of fans are...afraid? of interpreting her as more than one of her designated portrayals and character traits, and her involvement with Macavity is *also* often very downplayed.
Also in a very *specific* way, the way that some fans are so nasty to Marlene Danielle!Bombalurina reeks of *something* but I can't quite put my finger on it (jk I know exactly what it is).
they got done dirty by the creators - Making her makeup just sexy cat lady with a red lip is already cowardly Karen Dawson and co., tbh, but Bombalurina inspired the name of a band called "Bombalurina" that ALW formed and they are responsible for this monstrosity here and if that isn't done dirty in her poor name, idk what is.
Also the 2019 Taylor Swift...thing. But to be *fair* I knew that was going to be a disaster when they announced it initially (Popstars in musicals - especially the *big budget productions* that everyone is going to see - grind my gears I'm sorry), so I wasn't even surprised.
wasted potential - Again, a lot of what I initially said - Bombalurina is complex and multifacted and she *can* be played in so many different ways and they all have a space at the table. I feel like a lot of her relationships with other cats like Plato (Broadway Plato) or Bustopher or Alonzo or Munk or Jenny (and the animosity she has towards Grizabella being *palpable*) and even *Tugger* etc. are often brushed to the side as well, and that's also kinda a waste.
they work better as part of a dynamic - Again again *again* not *better* persay, but what is a Bombalurina without Demeter and vice versa? They're like spiritual extensions of one another.
FREE SPACE - Bring back dynamic Bomba makeup and the *red red* of her costume; let her have lines on her face! Let her have prominent whisker marks! Bold colour blocks! Please I'm so done with same face syndrome.
i like them but i don't really think about them much - Not in that I wouldn't *like* to, it's just that again I feel like she's better off in someone else's hands other than mine. I just work here.
Jemima:
i'm obsessed with her character arc - Jemima teaches the lesson; Jemima is the healing hand. She's the kitten who is the first to accept Deuteronomy's teaching and she's the first one to stand up. Love that for her.
ADOPTION PAPERS - Smoll baby child
they work better as part of a dynamic - AGAIN i won't repeat that, but Victoria and Jemima were supposed to be the same cat; they *are* essentially two halves of the same cat. That dynamic is very important.
what's wrong with them (affectionate) - Weird!girl Jemima whose eyes turn black and her head rotates *slightly* too far and who *actually* stares full into your soul and pulls out every single little thread until you're crying in front of her >>>>>
not enough screen time - Okay actually she does get a lot of screen time but ALSO consider she is baby.
they've never done anything wrong in their life <3 - releasing spiders in her house to give them a tour isn't wrong, it's polite. Reading people's minds and telling their crushes "I know who LIKES you" isn't wrong it's helpful! She's playing matchmaker!
This is the best character in the work - One of Jemima's roles is to be spiritual successor to Grizabella, a primary character. We reflect the lives of the old in the eyes of the young and that's a prime example there.
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4. Are there any writers that inspire you?
Just about anything I read will inspire me in one way or another. In the course of writing When the Longing Returns I've directly taken inspiration from Angela Carter, Charles Dickens and Elizabeth Gaskell. The last was especially influential on Chapter 4.
9. Which Characters do you find difficult to write
So far I've only really written 5 characters (Erik, Christine, Raoul, Meg and Madame Giry) and none of them have been particularly challenging, because I've always known exactly what I want them to do in the scenes they're in. Like they all have their little challenges situationally.
With Erik my main concern is finding the right balance of self-confidence and self-loathing. I determined early on that i didn't believe ALW Erik to be defeatist--somehow he always manages to cling on to hope. So my gauge is "Does he sound too much like Edward Cullen in Midnight Sun? If yes, dial it back.
But I think I would say the one that will be most challenging in the future will be Madame Giry. And there it isn't so much not knowing how to write her, and more just finding difficulty in actually articulating it. There's some big scenes with her coming up one of which I wrote all the way back in Ch. 3 and its one of my favourite things I've written, but it was also quite challenging.
25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!
No so much side adventures, more like outtakes--scenes that take place in the universe of the fic birthday just don't fit the trajectory of the story. And they're mostly smutty.
31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!
Now are we talking OC's for a piece of media or Original characters for Original works?
If the latter, not really no. If the former, my OC for Twilight, Ada, is very near and dear to my heart, to the point where I have a whole side-blog for her (@crookdeclipses).
I have always had a self insert for Twilight, but when I first came up with her she was called Audrey and she was very thinly written. I just didn't have a good enough scope of knowledge or emotional experience to come up with a character that add anything to the Cullen family dynamic. She read kind of just there. So when I embraced the Twilight Renaissance, I decided to completely strip her down and rebuild her from scratch. Just about the only thing she retained from the I original incarnation is her hair colour and her car. Audrey Cullen became Adeliza Charlotte Wakefield Cullen (Ada for short). I placed her backstory in Regency England (as I was coming off of a major Jane Austen kick) with the basis of her vampire origin being what if Marianne Dashwood's story ended.... badly? Like, at the foot of a cliff badly?
That background grew to involve her fiancé disappearing in action during the Napoleanic Wars who she then discovers (after she becomes a vampire) was actually alive, and an obsessive vampire creator who's affection she was not ready to receive chasing her across Eurasia (this aspect of her story was added to explain the numerous vampire covens of OC's I came up with back when Breaking Dawn came out and International Vampires became an option). The obsessive vampire creator (he's called Jonathan) was an idea I had because I wanted to explore Stephenie Meyers concept of "vampires can only fall in love once". Namely what happens when you fall in love as a vampire and the object of your affection doesn't reciprocate. Things don't end well for poor Jonathan (my heart goes out to the poor guy. I really feel like I did him dirty.)
Her full backstory and various other details can be read here
Thank you for asking <3
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16th September >> Mass Readings (Except USA)
Pope Saint Cornelius and Saint Cyprian, Bishop, Martyrs
on
Saturday, Twenty Third Week in Ordinary Time.
Saturday, Twenty Third Week in Ordinary Time
(Liturgical Colour: Red: A (1))
(Readings for the feria (Saturday))
(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)
First Reading
1 Timothy 1:15-17
Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.
Here is a saying that you can rely on and nobody should doubt: that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners. I myself am the greatest of them; and if mercy has been shown to me, it is because Jesus Christ meant to make me the greatest evidence of his inexhaustible patience for all the other people who would later have to trust in him to come to eternal life. To the eternal King, the undying, invisible and only God, be honour and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 112(113):1-7
R/ May the name of the Lord be blessed for evermore!
or
R/ Alleluia!
Praise, O servants of the Lord,
praise the name of the Lord!
May the name of the Lord be blessed
both now and for evermore!
R/ May the name of the Lord be blessed for evermore!
or
R/ Alleluia!
From the rising of the sun to its setting
praised be the name of the Lord!
High above all nations is the Lord,
above the heavens his glory.
R/ May the name of the Lord be blessed for evermore!
or
R/ Alleluia!
Who is like the Lord, our God,
who has risen on high to his throne
yet stoops from the heights to look down,
to look down upon heaven and earth?
From the dust he lifts up the lowly,
from the dungheap he raises the poor
R/ May the name of the Lord be blessed for evermore!
or
R/ Alleluia!
Gospel Acclamation
John 14:6
Alleluia, alleluia!
I am the Way, the Truth and the Life, says the Lord;
No one can come to the Father except through me.
Alleluia!
Or:
John 14:23
Alleluia, alleluia!
If anyone loves me he will keep my word,
and my Father will love him,
and we shall come to him.
Alleluia!
Gospel
Luke 6:43-49
Whoever hears me builds his house on a rock.
Jesus said to his disciples:
‘There is no sound tree that produces rotten fruit, nor again a rotten tree that produces sound fruit. For every tree can be told by its own fruit: people do not pick figs from thorns, nor gather grapes from brambles. A good man draws what is good from the store of goodness in his heart; a bad man draws what is bad from the store of badness. For a man’s words flow out of what fills his heart.
‘Why do you call me, “Lord, Lord” and not do what I say?
‘Everyone who comes to me and listens to my words and acts on them – I will show you what he is like. He is like the man who when he built his house dug, and dug deep, and laid the foundations on rock; when the river was in flood it bore down on that house but could not shake it, it was so well built. But the one who listens and does nothing is like the man who built his house on soil, with no foundations: as soon as the river bore down on it, it collapsed; and what a ruin that house became!’
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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Pope Saint Cornelius, and Saint Cyprian, Bishop, Martyrs
(Liturgical Colour: Red: A (1))
(Readings for the memorial)
(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Saturday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)
First Reading
2 Corinthians 4:7-15
Such an overwhelming power comes from God and not from us.
We are only the earthenware jars that hold this treasure, to make it clear that such an overwhelming power comes from God and not from us. We are in difficulties on all sides, but never cornered; we see no answer to our problems, but never despair; we have been persecuted, but never deserted; knocked down, but never killed; always, wherever we may be, we carry with us in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus, too, may always be seen in our body. Indeed, while we are still alive, we are consigned to our death every day, for the sake of Jesus, so that in our mortal flesh the life of Jesus, too, may be openly shown. So death is at work in us, but life in you.
But as we have the same spirit of faith that is mentioned in scripture – I believed, and therefore I spoke – we too believe and therefore we too speak, knowing that he who raised the Lord Jesus to life will raise us with Jesus in our turn, and put us by his side and you with us. You see, all this is for your benefit, so that the more grace is multiplied among people, the more thanksgiving there will be, to the glory of God.
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 125(126):1-6
R/ Those who are sowing in tears will sing when they reap.
When the Lord delivered Zion from bondage,
it seemed like a dream.
Then was our mouth filled with laughter,
on our lips there were songs.
R/ Those who are sowing in tears will sing when they reap.
The heathens themselves said: ‘What marvels
the Lord worked for them!’
What marvels the Lord worked for us!
Indeed we were glad.
R/ Those who are sowing in tears will sing when they reap.
Deliver us, O Lord, from our bondage
as streams in dry land.
Those who are sowing in tears
will sing when they reap.
R/ Those who are sowing in tears will sing when they reap.
They go out, they go out, full of tears,
carrying seed for the sowing:
they come back, they come back, full of song,
carrying their sheaves.
R/ Those who are sowing in tears will sing when they reap.
Gospel Acclamation
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Alleluia, alleluia!
Blessed be God, a gentle Father
and the God of all consolation,
who comforts us in all our sorrows.
Alleluia!
Gospel
John 17:11-19
Father, keep those you have given me true to your name.
Jesus raised his eyes to heaven and said:
‘Holy Father,
keep those you have given me true to your name,
so that they may be one like us.
While I was with them,
I kept those you had given me true to your name.
I have watched over them
and not one is lost
except the one who chose to be lost,
and this was to fulfil the scriptures.
But now I am coming to you
and while still in the world I say these things
to share my joy with them to the full.
I passed your word on to them,
and the world hated them,
because they belong to the world
no more than I belong to the world.
I am not asking you to remove them from the world,
but to protect them from the evil one.
They do not belong to the world
any more than I belong to the world.
Consecrate them in the truth;
your word is truth.
As you sent me into the world,
I have sent them into the world,
and for their sake I consecrate myself
so that they too may be consecrated in truth.’
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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i love him so much. even if he’s stupid sometimes n make stupid mistakes n hurt me n make me cry a lot, he makes me smile like nobody else can. he makes me laugh n the type of happy i want for the rest of my life. when he’s loving, he’s loving. that’s why nobody gets why i still wna be with him aft all he did to me. sometimes he don’t understand me or get what i’m saying, n we fight so much, but when we’re happy, it could be so damn perfect. the way he holds my hands n kisses me or hugs me, i want that forever. i wanted him to be my husband. i wanted him to be the father of my little babies. i wanted his name at the back of their names. i wanted to do everyth with him. even small little things that ppl don’t think about like filling up hdb forms, shopping for babies clothes, groceries, travel, pick out what colour for our walls. i’ve never see him as his mistakes, no matter badly it fucked me up, i’ve alw loved him, i’ve never stopped loving him. so why can’t he js forgive me this once? is it bc i’m rly not that loveable, am i not meant to be loved? i’ve always seen him as someone i love so much, i never used him for anything or had bad intentions. EVER. i’ve never thought to even hurt him purposely. i’ve always wanted him to be happy bc his smile is my favourite. n his laugh makes me so happy. when i see him i think about waking up next to him n giving his sleepy masam face so many kisses, not see him as someone i wld use for sex or money or anyth else. i js wn him to know that. i js wn him to believe me. that i’m here, somebody for him, that truly truly really do love him. i’m not js here for the good times, im willing to go thru every bad fucking times js for him. when shit gets rly rly shitty, i wld still stay. i js don’t wn him to see me as my mistakes n someone so damn bad. iw him to see me as someone who truly wld do anything for him n loves him so much for who he is. i care about him a lot. n i’m so sorry that i may seem controlling to him. i hate being called that. i never meant to control him or his life, i js wna be part of it. iw him to see me the same way i see him. i really dk what to do anymore to fix our rls. i don’t even know if there’s hope. all ik is i don’t want to lose him again. i js can’t. i don’t wn him out of my life anymore. i need him. i love him. i hate it when we’re apart. i hate when we fight. i hate when he’s angry at me, or when he cries. i js wanted him to be happy n i cldnt even do that. i don’t deserve him. i can’t even make him happy. it pains me so much everyday to see his tumblr n seeing how sad he is n how much he’s in pain bc it feels like im not doing a good job as his gf. like i don’t even make him happy. i don’t know what happened to us. he used to alw write happy stuff abt me n now he alw js write sad, bad stuff. n it’s my fault. i js wn my life to end.
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Honeymoon [Din Djarin x F!Reader] - **SMUT**
Summary: You’ve been saving your credits for months in order to treat your husband to the surprise honeymoon you both deserve. He’s a little on edge though, despite the luscious, tropical environment he’s surrounded by. So, as his wife, you do everything in your means to get him to relax.
Warnings: unprotected p in v, riding, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunningless, cum eating, spanking, anal fingering, breeding kink, slight sub!Din if you squint. 18+ only.
Word count: 2600+
Reblogs appreciated. 💙
Beyond The Sea Masterlist
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Marrying Din Djarin was the best decision of your life.
Standing dead centre in the middle of your hotel suite, your husband had never looked so out of place. The yon orange sunlight seeped through the crack in the voile curtains, and a warm, summer breeze waved gently through your hair. You could tell, even through his beskar Mandalorian helmet, that your husband was completely stricken by the beauty of the great outdoors. Your view from outside the hotel suite was a novelty, for sure. The beach’s water circled around the hotel and pooled outside into a tranquil, turquoise coloured ocean. A distance from your window, but not too far, was a growing jungle of vines and trees, habited by various reptilian animals that were distinct to the planet of Scarif. You couldn’t wait to meet them all.
You’d saved up credits, and it had taken almost a year, but finally— finally, you could afford this. A sanctuary. A small vacation. Something you could call your honeymoon. It was long overdue.
Din had warned you when you married him that a honeymoon wasn’t on the cards. It just wasn’t plausible. He was a bounty hunter and he worked every damn day, risking his life just so he could bring back enough credits to put food on the table for you and Grogu. A holiday of any sorts was out of the question.
But you’d been saving up in secret, and if he’d ever found out about your planned endeavour — well, he’d never approve. Good job he’d managed to keep out of your way when you bought the tickets for the five star hotel suite. What proved to be even more of a challenge, was persuading Din to take you to the remote and tropical island planet of Scarif.
You left the kid with Peli Motto on Tatooine, much to Din’s disdain. You’d spoken to Greef and broken a deal with him in secret; that the guild master was not allowed to provide Din with any bounties prior to the week you were due to go away. Everything rolled out perfectly, just as planned.
For the first time in a long time, your clan of three was living a stress free life, void of any anxieties related to Din and his profession. You loved him with your mind, body and soul, and accepted him for who he was. But part of you, a small part of your heart, hoped that one day, maybe he’d give up bounty hunting for good. He was getting older now. You’d occasionally pick out the greying hairs in his stubble, and the crinkles in the corners of his starry brown eyes were becoming increasingly more prominent. There was a beautiful galaxy out there, and he’d only seen the bad parts. The parts that were rampant with crime and death. You hoped that this honeymoon trip to Scarif would show him the true beauty of the world -- and everything he was missing out on.
He couldn’t bounty hunt forever. One of these days, he was going to have to settle down.
“I can’t believe you did this,” Din announced, picking up some complimentary hotel chocolates that had been left on his pillow. He pulled off his mustard coloured gloves and began to fiddle with the red foil wrapper. “All of this. I can’t believe you did all of this without me knowing.”
“I was afraid you’d be mad at me.” you mumbled, subconsciously rocking backwards and forwards on your heels. Din couldn’t even begin to imagine how much this trip had cost you, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the exact figure.
“I am mad at you.” He retorted, but you could sense the air of amusement in his voice. Din Djarin was an esteemed bounty hunter, the best in the Guild. He prided himself in being the best too. He was always one step ahead of everyone, always knowing what was about to come before others even knew themselves. Apparently though, his skill was lost on you. Part of him though, was proud. A pretty big part of him, to be exact.
He was chuffed to be able to call you his wife. He didn’t believe the day would ever come.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you pondered out loud, looking around the hotel suite. “Did you see those big colourful birds as we walked in? They were enormous. We should check out the gift shop and buy a disposable camera. I know Grogu would love to see the photos when we get back.”
Din tilted his helmet in acknowledgement of your comment, but opted to stay silent, his eyes fixated on you and only you. Yeah, he was sure Scarif was a beautiful planet (there was no doubt in his mind), but not even all the colourful birds or glistening waters in the whole galaxy could ever compare to the beauty of you. Your eyes snapped back towards Din when he didn’t respond, and you felt your mouth part as a knowing sigh escaped your lips.
“Tell me you don’t…” you closed your eyes, already mentally preparing yourself for his answer. “...Tell me you don’t have hunting mode initiated under that tin can helmet of yours.”
You knew that, under his black tinted visor, he was always in hunting mode. He had to ensure your safety one way or another. When he turned off hunting mode, everything was normal and in colour (despite this one glitch of pixels he had to get fixed). But when he was in hunting mode, his vision was a dull chiaroscuro.
“We don’t know how safe this planet is,” Din declared, his voice stern as he tried to reason with you. “We just arrived and I’ve never been here before. I haven’t even done a recce.”
You extended your arm and shushed him. “You haven’t been here before because no bounty or crime syndicate ever comes to Scarif. Since the battle between the Rebellion and the Empire, it’s been under full surveillance by the New Republic. There is security on every corner.”
“That doesn’t exactly work well in my favour.” Din muttered, although deep down he knew you were right.
“Do you really think I would’ve taken you somewhere that wasn’t safe for either of us? I’ve been planning this honeymoon for months, Din. Please, trust me.”
It hurt, seeing your husband like this. After bounty hunting his whole life, he was so… on edge. He always struggled to relax. You thought a tropical vacation might’ve just done the trick but maybe he needed more.
“Okay, you’re right. I trust you.” Din sighed in admittance, and you cracked one of your sweetest smiles at his revelation. It was enough to ease Din, even just temporarily.
“It’s too late to do anything now,” you said, biting your lip as you peeked behind the curtains and watched the sunset. “We can just stay in the hotel room and order room service, if you’d like.”
Din nodded, following your direction. He didn’t know the first thing about vacationing. But if one thing intrigued him, it was the luxurious king sized bed that stood before him. It was dressed in ivory satin sheets and silk pillow cases, and it was certainly nothing like the plank of steel you’d both lay on, back in the Crest. No, this was a real bed. You’d caught him staring at it and couldn’t help but smile at the smirk that played on your lips.
“Take off your helmet.” You requested.
“I--,” Din hesitated. “Someone could walk in and see me.”
“The door is locked. We have privacy,” you assured him. Din fumbled around some more. His heart stopped when you planted both your hands on his shoulders and searched for his eyes beneath the visor. “Trust me.” you reminded him with a plea of desperation.
He nodded and slowly began to lift off his helmet. And there, he revealed himself. Your husband. Though you’d seen his face many times now, you’d still always get an out-of-body experience, watching him take it off. Like it was some kind of sin.
“I love you so much,” Din’s unmodulated voice announced, and his brown eyes bored into your beauty. You smiled, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks as you leaned your head into his chest. You slowly began to undress his plates of beskar armour, dropping them to the ground as you discarded them into a pile on the floor. “Such a pretty girl,” he cooed, and you shuddered, feeling his warm breath fan over the shell of your ear. “My pretty girl. All mine.”
“All yours,” you confirmed, dropping the final plate of beskar to the floor. “You need to relax, my love.”
“That word is foreign to me.” Din told you, smoothing out your hair before dropping his large hands down to your hips.
“So let me help you.”
You guided Din over to the bed he’d been eyeing up all night and helped him out of his under clothes, stripping him down to his boxer shorts only. You straddled his hips, pushing him back down amongst the satin sheets and letting your hands wander along his broad, scarred chest. He groaned wantonly. Your tender touch combined with the unfamiliar softness of what lay beneath him was almost enough to make him enter a meltdown. You hummed softly, your voice lulling him in the most comforting manner imaginable. Your fingers dipped further down his body and traced the short tufts of brown hair that poked out the hem of his underwear. Feeling your fingers fiddle with his waistband as he lay on the king sized bed felt ethereal. It was almost too much, he had to stop himself from swatting your hand away. If Din could have it his way, he’d grab you and roll you over, so he was on top -- taking control over you. But you had done this, all of this, to try and help him relax. So, he just lay there and surrendered to you.
The sky was dimming as the minutes passed by. You made a good habit to take your time with him, missing this kind of intimacy. Truthfully, it was hard to ever catch moments like this with Grogu being around. You and Din practically always had to sacrifice loving, passionate sex for quickies in between his bounties; and it wasn’t always easy.
“You-- you look so pretty like this, on top of me.” Your husband gasped out, his already dark eyes growing shades darker with lust.
For a split second, you pulled off him and untied your tunic, letting your simple robe fall to the ground and revealing your almost naked body to him. He was obsessed with you. Absolutely smitten, and it was unlike anything he’d ever been like with anyone ever before. Straddling him once more, you began to grind over his half hard cock, moaning at the friction between his underwear and your lace panties.
You leaned down and pressed your soft lips against his, enveloping him into a sweet kiss. You drop your lips along his gruff jaw and down the column of his neck, making a conscious effort to suck at his sweet spot you’d memorised so well. Reluctantly, you pulled off him and hovered over his lap, signalling with your hands for him to pull down his underwear. He took his hardening cock in his hand and wiped the beads of precum that had developed at his head. Taking the salty seed on his index finger, he brought it up to your mouth and pushed the digit in between your lips. You moaned longingly, relishing in his taste before pulling off him with a pop.
Din pulled off your panties and began to stroke between your folds, groaning when he felt just how slick and ready you were for him. He squeezed your hips and nodded, illustrating that he was ready, and you took a deep breath, anticipating the delicious stretch his cock offered you. You sank down on top of him, your eyes snapping shut as you felt every amazing bump and ridge and vein of his manhood grind along your fluttering walls.
He seated deep inside of you, giving you a few minutes to adjust, and he began to rub tight circles into your clit. He was absolutely mesmerized by you. You chanted his name like it was a prayer, and Din wondered how he ever got so lucky.
Feeling you clench around him and sensing you were about to cum, Din removed his hand from your cunt and gave you a small spanking on the curve of your ass. Your gasp of shock from your orgasm denial turned into a wanton moan as you wiggled further down on him. You giggled, nudging your nose against his as you felt the same finger he’d used earlier on you, make its way to your puckered asshole. Anal was something you’d been working your way up to, but hadn’t tried yet.
“Do you want this?” Din asked, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger.
“Mhm,” you nodded desperately.
“Are you sure you can take it?” he beckoned, a wicked smirk gracing his soft pink lips.
“Y-yes,” you whispered.
“I can’t hear you,” Din growled, giving you another spank. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it,” you cried, “P-please Din, fuck, please. I want it.”
“Dirty girl.” He gritted out, slowly pushing his digit inside of you.
Maker, you were full. In every way imaginable, Din was filling you up, stretching you wide, and it felt… amazing. You began to rock your hips over his cock as he lazily thrust his finger inside your asshole, and you felt yourself panting with every little stroke and movement.
“You look so good, like this,” Din gasped. “Won’t last long.”
And, he didn’t. The second he felt you cumming on top of him, your walls gripping his girth tighter than a vice, he came undone. His load was large, as expected, as his seed spurted in ropes inside of you. Din’s hands wrapped around your stomach and he began to rub soothing circles in your tummy. You didn’t lift off him, but instead, relished the feeling of his cock softening inside of you.
“Maybe this time it’ll work,” he grumbled. “And if not, we’ll keep trying. I won’t stop til I’ve put a baby inside of you, cya’re.”
You hummed and stretched out over him, resting your sticky forehead against his. “Good job we have all honeymoon.”
Din chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek with his hand. Well, if you’d accomplished one thing, it was that Din was certainly feeling more relaxed, that’s for sure.
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Notes on Gaston Leroux’s “The Phantom of the Opera” - Chapter 10: “At the Masked Ball”
“Masked Ball at the Opera” by Henri Gervex
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After having received Christine‘s letter, Raoul is torn between “pitying and cursing” Christine (the „pity or curse“ phrase will also be applied to Erik in the epilogue). He recalls Christine appearing to be a „soulless singing automaton“ during her time at the Conservatoire, and how she had suddenly come to life again during her performance at the gala night, wondering who could have caused that incredible transformation.
The mud-stained letter itself was probably secretly dropped by Christine when she went out with Erik, as it was found on the Place de l’Opéra. She has asked him to come and meet her at the masked ball, wearing a white domino, while she herself wears a black one. If you are wondering what exactly a “domino” looks like, it’s a combination of a type of cape and a mask as worn by the lady in the picture below:
Image from “Le Fantôme de l’Opera” by Gérard Fontaine
The masked ball, which is an annual event to honour a famous artist, is given „some time before Shrovetide“, which is carnival. Considering that Christine stayed with Erik for two weeks, it must now be mid-February. Poor Raoul feels (and probably looks) somewhat ridiculous in his lace-trimmed mask and white costume. According to him, a gentleman like him would not normally wear a costume like that, which indicates that Christine had him dress up like a woman. Christine, who came to the masked ball with Erik, passes by to meet him as agreed and beckons him to follow her.
Erik in his famous “Red Death” costume is also present, creating quite the sensation at the ball and has loads of people gathering around who admire his costume and his “extremely realistic” death’s head. Again, it is not clear whether he is actually wearing a mask in this scene or not. When Raoul sees him, he recognizes the same death’s head that he saw at Perros-Guirec, but Christine drags him onward towards one of the private boxes on the upper floors, away from the crowd.
The „Red Death“ costume refers to Edgar Allan Poe‘s classic short story of gothic horror „The Masque of the Red Death“. The events in the story are allegorical, but in fact very similar to the whole Masquerade scene, and the Red Death is described as follows:
„The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat.“
Notably, in the story the Red Death (an allegory for a mortal disease) ends up killing every single person at the masked ball and first of all, the Prince who was so intent on shutting him out of his realm in the first place.
The colour symbolism is also quite notable in this chapter. Despite the ball, which takes place shortly before Carnival, being described as exceedingly colourful, Leroux assigns the colours black (Christine), red (Erik) and white (Raoul) to his three principal characters. In gothic literature, the meanings associated with those colours are usually:
Black (Christine): mystery, grief, fear, death
Red (Erik): passion, love, danger, wrath
White (Raoul): innocence, purity, youth
The combination of black and red is the most prevalent in gothic symbolism. White, red and black are also the colours most commonly associated with the ALW adaptation of “Phantom”.
The grand staircase of the Palais Garnier (from operadeparis.fr)
Like in Perros, Raoul doesn‘t really get to talk to Christine in a sensible way here either because his overwhelming, childish self-pity and jealousy of Erik drive him to be rather vicious to her in his accusations. She desperately tries to keep him from leaving the box where they are hiding, both seemingly to keep Erik (who is on the staircase outside the box) from getting to Raoul, but also to keep Raoul from getting to Erik. She is apparently able to stand up to Raoul not only verbally, but also physically when she shoves him aside as he tries to get past her. She asks him “in the name of their love” not to go outside, but Raoul is convinced that she is lying about loving him and only wants to give Erik time to escape.
In this scene, it seems that Erik is coming after Raoul and Christine as a threat, but the "Lost Chapter" gives a somewhat different context. Erik here is in fact going to a meeting he had previously arranged with the managers to trick them. This also explains why he seems not to acknowledge Christine's and Raoul's presence, although he is very close to them.
When Christine becomes convinced that Raoul has lost her trust in her, she despairs. She also tells him that she will never sing again - which is not quite true, as she will still perform on stage later in the story. When Raoul continues to demand explanations from her, she tells him that it’s a “tragedy” and finally takes off her mask, revealing a pale, sorrowful and anguished face. And with that, she turns away to leave him, forbidding him to follow her.
Raoul doesn’t leave but hides in her dressing-room instead. After the ball she comes back, sits down at her desk and laments “poor Erik”, before she starts writing - probably a letter to Raoul telling him what she could not tell him in person. Raoul cannot understand why she would pity anyone but him, for he thinks that he is the only one who deserves her pity. This childish, selfish jealousy is unfortunately rather typical for Raoul.
When Erik comes through the secret passages to meet Christine in her dressing-room at 2 a.m., Raoul hears his enchantingly and sublimely beautiful singing voice for the first time and is completely enthralled by it. Christine has regained her composure by now, and her face lights up with happiness when she hears Erik’s singing. She seems quite at ease with him when she teasingly scolds him for being late. She actually does not appear terrified at all here. As far as the timeline is concerned, she has just come back from her first two-week stay with Erik before the ball and is now about to go through the mirror for the second time, returning with Erik to his house.
This scene is one of my favourite scenes in the novel - primarily because I love the music Leroux chose for it. Erik is singing “Wedding night” (Nuit d’hyménée) from the opera “Roméo et Juliette” by Charles Gounod here. If you haven’t seen it before, go watch it here:
https://youtu.be/_X8LsHwJXfA
This is, in my view, the most beautiful song from the whole book and definitely my personal favourite ❤️. Just like „Point of no return“, „Nuit d’hyménée“ is also a very passionate love song that is sung during Romeo and Juliet’s wedding night. Here are the lyrics:
O wedding night!
O sweet night of love!
Destiny binds me to you forever.
O sheer delight in living,
O all-powerful charms!
Your sweet gaze fills me with rapture,
your voice ravishes my senses!
Beneath your burning kisses
Heaven radiates within me.
I have given you my soul;
To you, always to you.
O sheer delight in living,
O all-powerful charms,
O wedding night!
(Repeat)
Leroux quotes Erik singing the line “La destinée m'enchaîne à toi sans retour” (literally “destiny chains me to you without return”) three times. It is often wrongly translated as “you to me” when it is in fact “me to you”, which holds a slightly different connotation. The quote also reinforces the notion that fate has somehow thrown Erik and Christine in each other’s way and that their destinies are bound together.
The line „Je t‘ai donné mon âme“ (I have given you my soul“) is also sung here by Erik and mirrors Christine‘s „Tonight, I have given you my soul“ which she says to him after the gala night.
The mirror in this scene is important as a symbol as well. Erik and Christine are presented as pairs of opposites throughout the novel in various forms - heaven and hell, aboveground and underground, black and white, beauty and ugliness, man and woman, angel and demon. A typical feature of “Phantom” is that things are rarely black and white, though. Erik’s character is mostly shrouded in darkness, but he carries a spark of the divine through his music and also his love, which ultimately redeems him. Christine is a character of light, but carried grief in her heart for a long time and also finds it hard to resist the pull of passion that she feels in the music.
In the mirror scene, Erik literally becomes Christine’s mirror image. Whereas the opposites theme emphasizes the differences in their characters, the mirror is a symbol of how they complement each other. Their passion for music is mirrored in the other, and it extends to a realm where nothing else has significance. Through the symbolism of being both opposites and mirror images, their relationship symbolizes the unification of opposites and takes on an almost transcendental, „yin and yang“-like quality.
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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:
🎉🎊 Special Birthday Outtake Part Two 🎊🎉
(NSFW!)
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A:N: This is Part 2 of the special bday outtake, NSFW, (Read Part One Here) happy birthday aone 💗
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AUGUST 13TH - 10:45AM - AONE TAKANOBU’S BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYY🎉🥳
Mountain was in the middle of a wonderful dream about you. You and him were making out on his bed. Your lips felt amazing on his and he was so hard. You were wearing that crazy-sexy dress you wore at Katana’s birthday party but Aone had lifted it up to your belly button, exposing your gorgeous smooth legs to him. You started dry humping him and kissing his neck perfectly.. While he ran his hands up your legs and cupped your ass. Aone was grunting, rolling his head back to allow you more access to his neck and biting his bottom lip. You felt so good grinding on his clothed dick. Aone was 2 seconds away from cumming as you stroked him with your opening, trying to get yourself off too when you stopped dry humping and said,
“I really want to suck you off,” in his ear instead.
Dream-Aone is a little more secure than real-Aone, so in his dream he licked his lips and just watched in foggy arousal as you made your way down his body, pulling down his camouflage coloured pj bottoms and caressing his dick lovingly in your hands. Aone refused to look down at you, knowing he’d cum early. His mouth worked though as you pumped him a few times slowly but meaningfully, wanting him to whine.
Aone did.
You then started placing open mouthed lip-only kisses on the tip, all around his girth, then down the sides, making your boyfriend delirious.
“Oh, Y/N......Yes..........” He moaned as he felt your tongue dip out teasingly pressing a few licks to his size.
When Aone felt the tiniest bit of your wonderful tongue on his cock, his entire dick twitched and he could hear you giggle only to do it again in another spot.
He was in agony with your teasing, he wanted you to swallow his cock like you did in his other daydream in class. But at the same time he loved that you were taking your time and that you seem to be having fun with his dick.
After teasing him so much that Aone was edged as fuck, then and only then did you use your entire tongue and run it from the bottom underside of his shaft to the top where he felt most sensitive.
Wait a second—
Moaning loudly because it felt all too real, Aone thrusted upwards in his dream, trying to get you to do that again.
You did, licking him slowly like his dick was your favourite flavour of ice cream cone. Licking him like you were trying to memorize the veins on his dick using tongue-memory.
“Fuck me, Y/N. you’re so good at this-“
“Are you whispering my name in your sleep, mountain man?”
Hm?
A voice echoed through the air in his dream as if he was in a cave.... it was your voice, but instead of coming from your direction below it was coming from all around him. It shook Aone to his core:
(Echo) “🔊Oh you’re going to enjoy this, my baby....🔊”
WHAT THE FUCK—
Flinging his eyelids open from his dream to see his bedroom ceiling, Aone felt something stir at his sweet spot, forcing him to look down.
What he saw would live on to be one of the 7 Wonders of World. He would kick out all the other Wonders just to replace it with this visual—with this feeling—seven times. Aone propped himself up on his elbows so he could see this Wonder and try not to whimper at the sight:
Below him, LIVE AND IN STEREO was you, his gorgeous girlfriend, IN HIS BED, OUT OF A DREAM, doing that same ice cream lick you were doing in his sleep on his impossibly hard REAL cock. Only you weren’t wearing that fuck-hot black dress from the party anymore....
Oh no. This is the tool you decided to use to kill your boyfriend on his birthday:
( The police code is called ‘death by mind blowingly hot blowjob.’ If you were wondering )
“Y/N?! What are y—ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuckkkkk...,”
Aone’s eyes rolled back in his head as you swallowed his dick, feeling better than he could have ever dreamed of and has dreamed of. While he loved it, today, Aone realized that his occasional wet dreams did absolutely no justice to your talented mouth. In comparison to the real thing, dream-Y/N was no match where Real-Y/N was involved, he wondered if that meant real sex would feel better with you too, even though dream-you could make him cum in his sleep. It must, seeing as NOTHING felt as fucking good as this. His head lolled back as your name left his lips again.
You bobbed your head in a rhythm, sucking on his dick, swirling your tongue, before teasingly and expertly moving back to the ice cream licks that you found out drove your man crazy.
“Good 👅 morning, 👅 baby.” You said seductively between licks with a smile. “Happy Birthday👅.”
Wide eyes staring at the ceiling again, your boyfriend looked down at you with changed lusty droopy eyes, watching your gorgeous self lick his cock and it feeling indescribably good.
Your mouth working his cock made him forget what a birthday even was.
“What? My birth—sh-shiiiiiiiittttt, yessssss-“
Your boyfriend groaned when you swallowed him as best you could again, beginning to give him some good old fashioned sloppy morning head. Aone noted that you were able to take way more of him into your mouth in real life, when you’d only reached halfway in his dreams. Shit.
Takanobu couldn’t believe this pleasure, he had to squeeze the sheets in his fists to distract himself from cumming in the first minute of this since he’d already been worked up fucking you in his dream.
I don’t think anyone has gone through this, Aone thinks to himself....; A part of him wanted to ask males everywhere if anyone else has ever dreamed about the most gorgeous girl giving them mind blowing head......only to WAKE UP from that dream because that SAME GORGEOUS GIRL was ACTUALLY giving them even better mind blowing head—?!?!?!?!?!? This was so hot that it must be forbidden in some countries—it’s unbelievable.
Aone opened one eye, testing, and took the opportunity to take in his girlfriend’s drool-worthy outfit: the lingerie you were wearing shouldn’t even be legal.
His heart picked up speed as he looked at how perfect that blue looked on your skin, fuck. It is important to mention that even in his wildest dreams, Aone’s imagination was unable to conjure up such a sexy fit on you.
He had to still be dreaming—this was all too fucking good. Moaning uncontrollably because you picked up the pace, Aone shut his eyes again quickly, feeling himself on the verge of orgasm already.
Your boyfriend never used profanity in his daily life, unless he is in a high state of arousal or anger. Therefore whenever he swore, you used that as a sign that he loved what you were doing. When his dick started twitching like it had a mind of its own, you went back to licking his shaft impossibly slowly to get his orgasm to last a bit longer.
Mountain man, on the other hand, was so fucking horny from seeing his real-life dream girl suck him off that he didn’t want to draw out his release in the slightest.
“Oh Y/N, feels so fucking good..... please suck it.” He begged.
You moaned yourself because you couldn’t believe you’d just made your uniform boyfriend say something so lewd. Between licks, you wanted to hear him say it again.
“Sorry, birthday boy? 👅 Can you repeat that please 👅? Why can’t you look 👅down at me, sweetheart 👅?”
Aone began to sweat, breathing heavily. “I am unable to look at ...... you because I’m going to explode ...... if I do. You look beyond ..... sexy.” He paused to pant as you continued to lick him and stall his release.
Aone moaned. “I want to feel you ...... suck me one more ...... time ....... before—fuck—before I cum,” he squeezed the sheets so tightly under him that his knuckles were turning white.
“P-please.... Y-Y-N-“
“You’re 👅 the birthday boy...... Whatever 👅 you say....”
you swallowed his length for a third time. You relaxed your throat muscles this time and took him deeper, earning a very loud moan from Takanobu as his leaking tip hit the back of your throat continuously. Your mouth and throat felt so wet and tight around his monster cock, making him feel as though he was in heaven. He began thrusting upwards in your mouth without even knowing it.
“O-o-Kay you can ...... s-stop now ...... Y/N. I am ...... g-going to cum.......”
Ignoring him, you hollowed your cheeks around his cock, getting him deeper and sucking him harder. Aone ripped the sheets he held on to.
His sounds alone were making your pussy dripping wet and you wanted more than anything for this birthday boy (who is also your amazing boyfriend that patiently waited for you for two years) to shoot his load down your throat.
“Shit I’m sorry Y/N, I c-ca-can-can’t hold back any longe-e-er—fuuuuuuck”
You boyfriend had one more thrust in him before he released down your throat, moaning your name with earnest, in disbelief that this wasn’t a dream because a dream never felt this good, and he’d never been awake for his dream-orgasms.....
Once his dick stopped twitching and you were sure he was done, you cleaned him up using your skillful tongue and then gave the tip a kiss.
“Happy Birthday Aone, I love you so much baby. I have to go now because Kenji was only able to get your mom out of the house for a short while, but, I’ll be back later today with more of your gifts.” You winked at your boyfriend who could practically be pronounced dead on the bed, only able to open his eyes halfway and stare at your sexy lingerie.
As he stared though, his dick unintentionally hardened once again. You looked unreal.
Mountain Man’s mind catching up to the fact that you were leaving, he sat up dizzily from his powerful and strong orgasm.
“No. Stay. I don’t want any gifts, I know what I want for my birthday.” He stated huskily as he stared at your tits in this lingerie.
You acted coy as you watched your boyfriend bite his bottom lip whilst staring at the birthday lingerie you picked out for him. It was definitely a winner considering the red look on his face, so you were infinitely happy Kusa and Katana made you wear it.
“And what might that be, baby?” You asked him as you slid your hand down your middle to cup your sex, teasing your boyfriend.
He groaned deeply.
“Please sit on my face, Y/N. Please.” He begged you.
That’s always been a dream of his.
You shook your head lovingly: he looked sooo cute when he begged.
“I’d love to, but today is about you, my birthday boy. I won’t let you switch it up and make it about me like you always do. But don’t worry, because that was only gift number one.” You ran a hand down his chest seductively making the mountain man shudder with lust. “I told you that I’d make you love your birthday.” You added happily.
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The Gifts
Aside from a few more sex related presents—which your boyfriend will find himself tugging his dick to the memories of every single night for the next month (or two)—you were able to gift Aone with something you’ve been working so hard on!
A gift that couldn’t be bought with his parents money:
So It turns out that you after a long search online you found out that Haqi Nakashima (Takeru’s uncle) owned a prevalent construction licensing company in Japan. You thought it was the perfect coincidence that his nephew would be at your school for a volleyball camp so you introduced yourself and then worked in conjunction with Takeru to make this your boyfriend’s best birthday ever. Knowing that your man was next in line to inherit his father’s oil company but that Aone wanted to learn everything from the bottom up, you were able to pull some strings and get Aone an internship in Takeru’s uncle’s company for the summer after he graduates from Date Tech. It worked!
Aone couldn’t believe it, as he had sent in applications thrice to that specific company, and was rejected all three times.
But you did it. Using your charm and likability, Takeru was able to convince his uncle to give Aone the internship by using your tactics.
It’s the best gift Aone has ever received (well, the best non-sexual gift) and when you told him he just picked you up and spun you around so fast you had to tell him you were dizzy.
Aone decided that today had to be the second best day of his life, after the day at the bowling alley no less!
He couldn’t believe he had such a caring, sexy, and all around perfect significant other like you. You were way above his pay-grade and Aone would make sure to spend the rest of his days trying to catch up and make you feel as happy as you’ve made him.
You also gifted your boyfriend with a pair of new volleyball shoes. Aone was a bit confused by this present, because you knew that he had enough money to buy any pair of shoes that he wanted, not to mention he’d just bought new ones a couple weeks ago, but this gift had a special significance behind it:
“I know you don’t need new shoes.” You smiled as you stood on your porch that Aone walked you to, the night of his birthday. “But a little birdie told me that on my birthday last year when I didn’t know who you were, you tried to get me shoes, so I just had to return the favour.”
DFKM—
You watched amusingly as your boyfriend turned completely red, all the way to the tips of his ears, clearly humiliated.
“W-who-wh-what-h-how di-d-d y���?”
You smirked, leaning in to kiss your boyfriend’s cheek, then his stilled lips.
“I said a little birdie told me.” You paused, pondering something. “Well actually, a little birdie told my friend, who told me.”
Aone was so embarrassed. But he knew.
“Did this b-b-birdie happen t-to b-be big boned?”
Your face broke out into a smile, unable to lie to him. “Hey, don’t get too mad at him babe, but I do think you should remind the second year that Kusa is not a real cop, which means he really does have a right to remain silent after she asks him what’s up.”
Aone suddenly leaned in to kiss you on the forehead and whisper a kind goodbye in your ear. He hugged you.
Then, still extremely embarrassed because that was a secret and HE’S warned Koganegawa enough, Aone turned on his heels angrily—in the direction of a certain underclassmen’s house.
“Aone! Happy Birthday, baby!” You called to him, but he was already too far, and then he was gone.
“Oh well.” You shrugged happily before closing your door. You’d talk to him about everything you found out in another outtake time— but for now..... you’d sleep.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed Aone’s birthday as much as he did!! I’m happy that I was able to fit in everyone’s reqs for this: clingy/jealous aone, blow job, shoe gifting..... and that they all tied well together :)
See you in the next outtake!
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Achillea Millefolium
Summary: Delicate yellow yarrows printed in their skin, preparing themselves to glow in the years to come; falling more every day that pass, this is them about to commit to the eternity and beyond.
Word count: 2784
Note: Hi! So here's my entry to the @phandomreversebang of this year. This is the first time that I participate in one of this, and I enjoyed my time doing so. Special thanks to @microoowave for being an amazing beta and pointing out the mistakes that I was doing (that were a lot), and to @jorzuela as well that did an awesome piece of art that you guys should check out.
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PS: Please go to check out this post.
In all honesty, the flower of their wedding day has to be yarrows. Those flowers mean the world to them. They represent them in a way that no other flower could. Love, those flowers represent their love, and a flower with a meaning that's so beautiful and perfect can make the planning of everything so much easier.
Well, it kinda does.
"Look, it doesn't matter how much we want to decorate everything with yellow yarrows, we can't do that, Phil."
"But why not? The flower represents us, look at this," Phil unbuttoned his shirt to show Dan the flower that bloomed on his skin the moment that they met, "See? You have that one too, here," then he proceeded to put his hand under Dan's t-shirt to touch the exact place where the flowers were at.
"I know, but it will be boring if we do that," he took Phil by the hips to embrace him and play with his hair, "there's plenty of flowers that we could use too."
"Our flower won't glow as it deserves," Phil looked at Dan's chocolate eyes and saw that pure love that he always had expressed during those years that they have been together. And with that look into his lover's eyes, he knew that he had lost the battle already.
"It will, I promise," Dan kissed Phil's forehead then, and yeah, Phil gave up entirely into his arms.
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The first time that they met, Phil was searching for a composer. He was writing a musical; he had the actors, the scenography, but he didn't have the perfect music for all the acts. And then, he found Dan.
The way that they found the other was funny; it was in the street, Phil was going to the theatre and Dan was going there too. They ran into one another at the door of the building and they had a debate of who was going in first.
Phil then told him that he needed a composer and Dan said that he played the piano, and since Phil was feeling something in the bottom of his belly, he asked Dan if he knew how to compose music too.
Then, they touched the other's hand by accident, and that was when the yellow yarrows that are now on their chest bloomed.
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"Red roses," Phil said when they were watching a movie together that night.
"What?" Dan asked in confusion by the words that left his fiancé's lips out of the sudden.
"The flowers," Dan made a face, Phil chuckled in response, maybe his phrasing wasn't clear enough, "For our wedding, I mean. We could use red roses too."
Dan felt something in his chest, a wave of love spreading all over his body. He knew why Phil wanted those roses at their wedding. The red roses became one of the most important things in their relationship a few months after they met.
"Yes, red roses are perfect."
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Seven months after their first encounter, Dan and Phil were planning to have a date. It wasn't their first one, but for some reason, Phil felt extremely nervous about it; he was planning to say the words, but he didn't know how to phrase it, and then an idea crossed his mind.
The majority of the people that lived in their world knew the significance of the different types of flowers; every single one of them had a different meaning, some of them were similar to one another, but they were never the same. The yellow yarrows that were printed by the universe in Phil's skin meant love, but there were plenty of other flowers that meant the same but different at the same time. And Phil wanted to say the three words to him, so he thought about flowers that meant that.
He bought a single flower at the store that was close to his house, smiling at it every time that the flower was in his eyesight. He hoped that Dan knew the meaning of the flower that he bought for him.
They met at a restaurant that serves that wine that they both enjoy, and the first thing that Phil did when they saw each other, was giving Dan that flower that he carried on his way towards the restaurant
"Why?" was Dan’s response.
"I don't know, search for the meaning and we will see."
"Ominous."
"It's not."
Later that night, when they were at their respective houses, Dan called Phil, and instead of hello, he went to the point straight away.
"I red rose you too."
I love you.
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They were making a list of the flowers that they wanted to have at their wedding. They wrote down the words "yellow yarrows" in big letters that Phil coloured, they wrote "red roses" too; they added "gardenias", "hydrangeas", "chrysanthemums" and "peonies" as well.
"This wedding will be so colourful that I will have to close my eyes every time I enter our house afterwards."
"So edgy."
"It's not that, I just enjoy minimalistic stuff."
"Our suits are minimalistic."
"I can live with that, I think," he kissed Phil's hair, and both of them smiled brightly.
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Most of the couples around the world told everyone about the flowers that bloomed in their skin, but Dan and Phil didn't tell anyone about them. It wasn't because they didn't have friends or family that wanted to know, they just thought that their flower was something private; the flowers on their skin were something personal for them, somehow.
Besides, they didn't meet each other's parents until a year into their relationship; their families knew that they found each other, yes, but there wasn't enough time in their schedules for them to meet properly. Phil's parents called at least once per week to know when they were going to visit, and Dan's parents called sometimes to ask if they were engaged already or not.
(At that time they weren't, but Dan's parents always made them nervous when they asked; Dan and Phil have talked about it, and both of them were waiting for the right moment to ask the other, the thing here was that they didn't know who was going to ask the other first. It was like a secret competition between them).
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"Child! I haven't heard from you for a long time!"
"Sorry, mum, things have been busy for a while."
"I can understand that, with the wedding plans and everything..."
"I should have called earlier, though."
"Don't worry, my child," Phil felt how his mum smiled at the other side of the line. "how's everything going with the wedding plans?"
Phil looked out the window and saw Dan watering some plants while he was calling the flower shop; Phil could see a little bit of the permanent flower tattoo that was on Dan's skin due to the exposing shirt that he was wearing (Phil loved that shirt so much), and Phil felt a wave of love spread through his whole body.
He loved that man so much.
"Yeah, we choose the flowers for it yesterday.”
"Oh, that's wonderful! Will I know about what's your soulmate mark, then?"
"You guys have to figure it out."
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When Dan met Phil's parents, he experienced something that he couldn't explain; they welcomed him with open arms and warm smiles, and Dan felt like he belonged there. The Lesters were the best people that he could have ever met in his whole life, and honestly, he regrets not making at least a little bit of space on his schedule to meet them earlier.
Phil's experience wasn't much different, besides the fact that he was scared to hear Dan's mom ask if he asked the big question to Dan yet. (She did that, in fact)
After those meetings, they realised why they wanted to be with the other forever, even ignoring the fact that they were actual soulmates.
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In all of those years that they have been together, Phil can't stop feeling waves of love running through his system every time that he landed his eyes on Dan. Just looking at him doing nothing can make him feel mesmerised with his presence. But even with that thing on his mind, he's unable to sit down and write his vows.
There's so much that he wants to say about Daniel Howell; how his chestnut hair glows under the sunlight, how his rosy cheeks are the cutest thing that he's ever seen and so many other stuff. He feels like some of the things that he loves the most about Dan are things that the world hasn't seen yet, and Phil doesn't feel prepared for that.
They built their relationship around privacy, and sharing certain things about their life as a couple doesn't feel right to Phil. He wants to keep all those cute yawns and stolen smiles for himself, but those things are the type of stuff that he would write down for his vows in the first place.
Phil feels trapped in a dictionary of different synonyms of the name "Dan", and all those words are things that he whispered into Dan's ear when they were cuddling or doing other things. He isn't sure about what to do with his vows and he doesn't want to ask Dan about what his vows say.
Maybe he could say what he said the day that he proposed to Dan, but more elaborated and smart.
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When they became fiancés, both of them felt like they were swimming in an infinite pool of happiness. It started when Phil knelt at the same time that Dan did. Both of them cried that evening, they couldn't believe that they were that type of couple.
"I wanted to do it, I hate you," said Dan while he was wiping his tears away.
"Then ask, I'm waiting."
"No, you do it."
"Okay then," Phil opened the box, revealing the delicate silver ring that it was keeping safe. "Daniel Howell, I know that in this universe that we are living, when two people are destined to be together is crystal clear, but I'm sure that even without those tattoos, I'd love you anyway; will you marry me?"
"Yes, always."
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Phil called the wedding venue since Dan was the one who called the flower shop. They decided that June 1st was a good date for the wedding, it's a good month and it's in spring, and since their wedding is going to be filled with flowers, it seems like it's the perfect time for them.
Phil felt nervous, which was something completely understandable, though. Having to call the venue where your wedding is going to be celebrated in a few weeks is something that is beyond imagination; everyone can imagine how their wedding is going to be. After all, having to decide what colour scheme the wedding itself is going to be something simple, but making the calls to contact the people that are going to work at your wedding is thrilling enough to make anyone respond in the same way that Phil is doing.
At least he can stay calm thanks to the hand that's holding his.
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When the musical that Phil wrote was at the display, he and Dan discovered how powerful a simple touch can be. Phil was shaking from head to toe when the play started, and the only useful thing that Dan found himself able to do was holding Phil's hand; it worked.
Phil was still shaking, yes, but he wasn't feeling that nervous knowing that Dan was right next to him. He wasn't going to leave him for anything else in the world. It didn't matter if Phil's musical wasn't successful, at the end of the day, he has a Dan, and he doesn't need anything besides him.
Their souls promised to never let go a long time ago, and they have plans on keeping that promise for eternity.
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Tasting the food and choosing the flavour of the cake was something fun, Phil liked the experience of it all. They even tasted vegan things. Phil was having a great time experiencing different flavours that he didn't even imagine could taste good together at all.
"Of course you're having a great time, how could you not?" it seemed like Dan wasn't surprised by Phil's remark at all.
"You are having a good time too, I can see it in your eyes," he touched Dan's nose, who made a cute face back.
"Maybe I am having a good time, who knows?" Dan smiled at Phil and kissed him.
"I love you."
"To the moon and back a hundred times."
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Trust. That was also something that has been playing a big part in their relationship. Being able to open up to each other and learn how the other was feeling was something that took a long time for them to work on, but when they did the bond that they were forming became even stronger than before.
At first, both of them were worried that they would lose the other. Because that was a possibility. If you don't put work in your relationship with your soulmate, you could lose them and live the rest of your life without them, and they didn't want that.
Thankfully, none of that happened, and now they can live happily ever after.
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Phil regrets suggesting to not see the other the day before the wedding. It was an awful idea and he can't comprehend why Dan accepted it in the first place. They haven't been apart from each other for almost 3 years now, Phil couldn't remember what sleeping without Dan by his side was like and now he's forcing himself to do that on purpose.
He wants to take a bus to where Dan is staying and run away with him anywhere in the world, but he can't do that since Dan didn't tell him where he was staying, and he didn't let Phil tell him where he was staying either. Phil doesn't have another option besides being patient and wait until tomorrow to hear anything from Dan again.
Or maybe he doesn't have to wait anymore since Dan was calling him at that very moment.
"I can't handle this anymore, tell me where you are," Phil let out the loudest laugh that he ever had, "Hey, don't laugh at me, I'm suffering."
"I know, but you sound so desperate, calm down."
"As if you're not."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Phil..."
"Okay, maybe a little, but don't tell anyone that I said that."
"Your secret is safe with me."
They kept talking for hours until Phil said that he wanted to sleep soon so when he woke up it's already the big day, and when those words left Phil's mouth, Dan felt like he loved the man on the other line even more than he did yesterday.
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Being around the other for such a long time made them realise little things that made them more fond of the other as if that was something even possible. But they managed to fall in love with the other every day for years, and they will keep doing that in the future.
"If I wasn't your destiny, would you love me anyway?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't love you because you're my destiny or whatever, I love you because you are you. And yeah, I cannot deny that maybe destiny was what brought us together, but something tells me that even if we weren't living in this universe, I could always find you."
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And finally, the big day arrived.
They bought tuxedos that had yellow yarrows printed on them and they adorned their hairs with yellow yarrows as well. Phil loved how they made Dan's hair even more perfect under the sun.
They walked alongside the other towards the altar; they refused to follow another stupid tradition except for one that they followed the day before. Besides, who needed to be carried to the altar anyway?
They read their respective vows; both promised to stay and share their life with the other. They used different words, but the meaning was just the same. Phil cried when Dan read his vows and Dan did too when Phil read his. The love that they expressed to the other was clear as the water itself; feeling emotional was something inevitable, Dan and Phil could tell, after all, they saw both of their parents cry as well.
We will be together in all the lives after and before this one, I promise.
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Review: THE FLASH #750
[Editor’s Note: This review may contain spoilers]
Writers: Joshua Williamson, Geoff Johns, Francis Manapul, Brian Buccellato, Marv Wolfman, Scott Lobdell
Artists: Rafa Sandoval, Stephen Segovia, Scott Kolins, Francis Manapul, Riley Rossmo, David Marquez, Brett Booth, Norm Rapmund
Colours: Arif Prianto, Michael Atiyeh, Ivan Plascencia, Alejandro Sanchez, Luis Guerrero
Letters: Steve Wands, Rob Leigh, Joshua Reed, Deron Bennett, ALW’s Troy Peteri
Reviewed By: Derek McNeil
Summary
The Flash #750: Beginning: “The Flash Age”! The story we’ve been building toward since issue #50 comes to a head! While a supercharged Speed Force wreaks havoc on Barry Allen’s life, a new threat appears on the horizon in the form of the deadly Paradox. Destined to destroy the Flash’s legacy, Paradox sends his herald, Godspeed, to trap the Flash family! Plus, in this special anniversary issue: tales from across the generations of super-speedsters by an all-star lineup of writers and artists!
Positives
In honour of the 80th Anniversary of the title, DC has reverted back to legacy numbering. Thus, The Flash #750 hits the stands this week instead of the expected 89th issue of the series. “Legacy numbering” means that if the title kept the same incremental numbering through every relaunch of the title, then the number would have naturally progressed to issue #750 with this very issue.
This covers the tenures of DC’s primary three Flashes, Jay Garrick, Barry Allen, and Wally West, and appropriately, all three are well represented in the six stories included. As the current star of the title, Barry merits three stories, while Jay and Wally each get a single, yet important story each.
This first, and main, story is the first chapter of regular series writer Josh Williamson’s “The Flash Age”. I really liked this story, as it mostly gives a break and allows us to catch up with the current status of Barry’s world and the people in it, before pushing into the next big conflict. This makes the story a nice jumping-on point for new readers as well as providing a neat wrap up of the previous story arc.
Most importantly, it shows that Barry and Iris are back together and that their relationship is as strong as ever. In fact, things seemed to be going so well, that when Iris said, “I have something to talk to you about. A surprise”, I was expecting that she might propose to Barry.
Positives Cont.
Unfortunately, this is where the impending conflict cut into the story. Godspeed interrupts this moment, taking Barry to face Paradox. Paradox then gives Barry a choice between giving up being the Flash or fighting for his life against Godspeed. This is where the story leaves off, giving us a rather effective cliffhanger to bring readers back for the rest of “The Flash Age”.
I also love that this story includes several instances of Central City’s citizens showing their gratitude to the Flash for saving their lives or helping them in other ways. It’s a nice touch for an anniversary story. Plus, it provides a nice counterpoint to Paradox’s claims that Barry has been endangering everybody by the effect his powers have had on reality itself. Hopefully, this will help Barry realize that the good he has done outweighs any damage he has caused.
In the second story, Geoff Johns bring us an interesting little tale featuring Captain Cold, set during Wally’s tenure as the DCU’s primary Flash. In this story, we see that what Wally assumes that Cold goes on a rampage for the sole purpose of infuriating Wally.
However, the story shows us that the “rampage” came about unintentionally. Cold merely stumbled into the midst of an armed robbery when shopping at his local corner store. Through a series of misunderstandings, he finds himself in the middle of a confrontation with the Keystone City Police. While this doesn’t excuse Cold for his crimes, this does show how easy it is for events to quickly get out of control for a villain in the DCU.
Positives Cont.
The next story, by Francis Manapul and Brian Buccellato features Barry examining the question of whether the Flash has to be Barry Allen. He does this by using a previously unseen power to send his consciousness through other timelines where somebody else became the Flash instead of him. In each timeline, he finds that someone admirably fills the role of the Flash. He arrives at the moral of the “Even if it doesn’t have to be me… I”m glad that it is”
However, I have to wonder why the examples of Wally and Jay aren’t enough evidence that that someone else could serve as the Flash other than Barry. I would have thought either would be proof enough to settle the question.
Marv Wolfman, the man wrote the story of Barry’s death in Crisis On Infinite Earths, returns to the character to tell of an interesting encounter between Barry and the Mirror Master. The interesting conceit of this story is that the Mirror Master’s mirrors in the story enact various transformations upon the Flash’s body. These transformations allow artist Riley Rossmo to revisit some of the bizarre transformations over the years, such as the time Abra-Kadabra turned Barry into a walking wooden puppet.
Next, regular writer Joshua Williamson gives us a story of Jay Garrick, set in the title’s inaugural year, 1940. The story centres around an encounter between Jay and the Thinker. However, the most intriguing bit of the story is when a mysterious figure, presumably the Reverse Flash, whispers in Jay’s ear, “They’ll forget you Jay Garrick. I’ve seen your future…”.
Positives Cont.
This seems to be setting up a future storyline involving Jay and the Reverse Flash, which is further borne out by the blurb at the story’s end. This blurb promises, “To be continued in The Flash in 2020″. Unfortunately, this seems to imply that we won’t see the followup immediately, but it is coming relatively shortly.
Also, I noticed that the image on that page also shows Wally and Bart. I hope this means that we will be seeing a full reunion of the Flash Family when this story continues.
Finally, the entire creative team for the Flash Forward miniseries returns to provide an epilogue to that miniseries. Writer Scott Lobdell continues where that story left off, creating a bridge between it and the upcoming Generation Zero: Gods Among Us and subsequent Generation One to Five specials.
While little is known about this upcoming event, it has been speculated that it will involve a major shift in DCU continuity. That speculation seems to be borne out in this story, where Wally, now wielding the power and knowledge of the Mobius Chair, exams the current state of the DC Universe’s continuity.
It has been my theory for a while now that the time itself is unravelling in the DC Universe, and this story confirms that. Wally looks through his own personal timeline and sees that multiple contradictory events seem to concurrently exist in the current continuity. The original Silver Age origin of the Teen Titans happened as Wally remembers it, but the New 52 Teen Titans also exist as the first group to call themselves by that name.
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Positives Cont.
I must also interject that it’s great to see that Wally remembers the original Teen Titans costumes, and not the New 52/Rebirth re-imagined versions of the original outfit – even down to Robin’s short pants.
Wally confronts Tempus Fuginaut about the state of the DCU, stating, “Everything. Time. Space. Reality. It’s all broken. It all risks collapse”. And if there is any doubt about the severity of the situation in the reader’s mind, the story itself drop many significant keywords that indicate big reality-changing events in DC history: “Crisis”, “Flashpoint”, “Doomsday”, “Rebirth”, and others.
Truly, the DCU is reaching an important turning point. But there we are given ample reason not to dread this. When Fuginaut asks if Wally is up to the task of repairing this damage, Wally West, the DCU’s symbol of hope and rebirth replies, “My name is Wally West. I’m the Fastest Man Alive. I sit on the Mobius Chair. The power of a God races through me. So yeah. I got this”.
This speech gave me chills and reassures me that whatever the Generation special lead to, it bodes well for the future of the DCU.
Besides the amazing lineup of artists in each of the stories, there are also fine selection of pinups, as well as the multitude of gorgeous variant covers. I love the look of the decade covers. Especially, with the care taken to match the title logo and DC symbol for each time period. DC does pull out the stops to make sure these anniversary events look truly amazing.
Negatives
However, there is a nasty side to all these variant covers. This is a book with a $7.99 cover price. But with ten different covers (including the blank cover), that’s almost 80 bucks. Now I didn’t mind this when Action Comics and Detective Comics reached issue #1000. That’s a once in a lifetime milestone. Now DC is doing the same for Wonder Woman and The Flash reaching #750, which is a bit much, but okay. But DC has announced similar 80th Anniversary events for Robin, Catwoman, The Joker, and Green Lantern. That’s one or two of these expensive specials a month. Such a cash grab is excusable when it is once in a blue moon, but DC is venturing into the realm of highway robbery. Please, DC! Have mercy on my bank account!
Verdict
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From my ao3 account “how about Carl meeting Connor for the first time after listening to Markus practically recite poetry about Connor”
Thanks to my pal, my buddy, my friend, my mate @theythoughtthelionswerebad for helping me figuring out how to end this
Markus was a busy man, leading a revolution did that to you. He had tons of meeting to go to, androids to meet and reassure, hands to shake, laws to write and defend… The press followed his every move, some were doing this out of support, to help get his message across, while some… Just wanted to see him fuck up so they could sprout their anti androids rhetoric.
So Carl understood that between dodging those so-called journalists and actually spreading his ideas, Markus wouldn’t have time to see him quite as much as he would have liked to.
Except Markus still went to see him quite a lot actually. Every Wednesday and then some. They spent their time discussing politics or the latest Jericho crew shenanigans (Josh did what now?). Sometimes one of them would paint and the other would critique it or they would both work on a same piece, it was a fun time, one of the highlight of both of their weeks.
It was during one of those nights, Markus was talking about the brutality against androids rising again now that more humans came back to Detroit.
“Connor is trying his best to stop it but besides some police officers the others are such conceited prejudiced jerks, I can’t understand how he manages to stand it and I’m the pacifist”
“Well mayb-” Hank didn’t get to finish whatever he tried to say, Markus was at it again, the painter wondered if his son even heard him try to add something. “I mean, I get wanting to help the androids, I goddamn led a revolution but he never rests because he’s trying so hard to fix this and it can’t be healthy.”
“That-” Markus interrupted him once again, too worked up to even realize what he did “And I know it’s because he still won’t forgive himself for being the deviant hunter but it wasn’t him! I keep trying to make him realise that he can’t be held responsible for this, that he’s not the same man and he’s actually one of the best android any of us have ever seen but he won’t listen! I don’t know what to do, what should I do Carl?”
Carl said nothing, only watched him with a knowing look.
“Carl?”
“Oh, am I allowed to talk now?”
“What do you mean, you’re alw-” This time it was Carl who stopped Markus by lifting a hand “Tell me more about this guy”
“No, I know this smirk and I won’t fall for it, you’re just going to tease me endlessly afterwards”
Carl actually laughed out loud at that “True but wouldn’t it feel good to be able to say everything out loud without North’s taunting or Simon’s heart eyes?”
Markus seemed to muse over it for a minute before he seemed to arrive at a decision.
“I think I really like him dad”
Never had Carl seen his son look so bashful. It made something in his heart flutter and he got hit by a newfound inspiration, young love did that to him sometimes.
So that’s how it started. Fast forward a few weeks and Carl started regretting his decision to push Markus into talking about Connor. Carl Manfred was an artist, as such he had an eye for beauty. That’s one of the things Markus got from him. Which filled Carl’s heart with joy but was also ultimately his demise because once Markus started talking about his crush he just couldn’t stop.
“So he came around Jericho last night, he was walking Sumo. I had never seen him smile that much. He’s so cute it should be illegal. And he was wearing Hank’s shirt so it was way too big on him. Did I ever tell you about his collarbone? They ar-”
“A thing of beauty carved by God himself and as much as you hate Kamski you want to send him a letter to thank him for allowing such a beautiful thing to walk the earth? You did tell me about it”
Markus levelled him with a nasty glare before sighing and putting a hand on his face and honest to god whining “I’m so gone on him it’s not even funny isn’t it?”
“Well you could always tell him how you feel you know. Or better, bring him around next time, if I have to hear about his dimple I would like to see it at one point and I swear I’ll behave.”
...
Markus had blabbered his way around asking the detective to come meet his father. Of course Josh had to be around and heard all of it. Which means that he told Simon and North to come by so they could witness Markus embarrass himself. Which then meant that they all teased him about introducing his father to his boyfriend. In front of Connor.
He needed new friends. Although to be fair, it did make Connor tilt his head in this particular way that made him look like a puppy, which was always a good thing.
And when Markus finally managed to get his friends to leave him alone, the detective did smile shyly at him before agreeing. So Markus would still count that as a win.
….
They met at the police station, Connor waited for him in front of the gates and Hank made a few hand gestures from behind the window that made the both of them blush, Connor actually giving him the finger before gripping Markus hand and dragging him away from the laughing lieutenant.
They walked in silence for a few minutes, none of them let go of the other’s hand and Markus felt a surge of courage come over him, gently rubbing his thumb over the detective’s knuckles.
“So, anything I should know about Carl?”
“Just be yourself and don’t listen to anything he says”
“That would make having a conversation difficult, wouldn’t it?”
That was another thing Markus ranted about to Carl, he loved that the android finally felt confident enough around him to make jokes.
“Maybe that’s for the better, trust me”
They left it at that, Connor smiling at him in a way that made his heart skip a bit.
Soon enough they fell back into their usual easy conversation, alternating between the new music they heard or this reporter Markus saw every morning who’s always wearing the same colour from head to toe.
“She has a schedule, on monday it’s green, tuesday’s blue, wednesday’s pin-” The android stopped talking when he felt Connor stop behind him, he turned around to ask what was wrong and suddenly they were face to face, Connor was standing ever so slightly on his tiptoes so his eyes were level with Markus.
They looked at each other, the air thick with tension, sharing the same breath. He saw Connor looking at his lips, saw the other’s led spinning yellow for a second.
“That’s Carl’s house right?”
Talk about a cold shower, Markus felt mortified. He felt himself blush and cleared his throat. “Yeah, hum, that’s it, follow me”
The AI opened the door to show Carl already waiting for them in the hall.
“You must be Connor, I heard a loooot about you” So much for behaving.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Manfred, Markus has only good things to say about you.”
Markus caught Carl’s eyes over Connor shoulder and he could practically hear him approve of the other android. Not that he was scared he wouldn’t but it was always nice.
“So Markus told me you have a dog, what’s his name?”
Markus could kiss Carl right now, Connor wasn’t nervous per se but at the mere mention of Sumo it was like all tension drained from him to be replaced with a childish joy that left him weak in the knees.
He took both of their coats and left Carl to show the house to Connor while he put them in the dressing room. Had he not been so starstruck by the sight of the brown haired android happily telling his father figure everything about “the bestest dog in the world”, he would have realised why this was a bad idea.
“Markus told me that you were good looking but I must admit that I thought he was over-exaggerating. Although, I should have known, you were Elijah’s prototype after all and he always loved beautiful people, I mean have you seen Markus?”
Markus stopped dead in his tracks. Screw family solidarity he was going to fucking commit a patricide right here and there.
“Dad for the love of everything unholy, stop talking you’re embarrassing”
Carl only laughed and Connor joined him, hiding his own smile behind his hand. Markus sulkily threw himself down the couch next to the detective. Connor nudged him with his shoulder “don’t be a grump about it, Carl’s nice”.
“Thanks Connor, Markus really didn’t lie when he said you had the biggest heart he ever saw in anyone”
“Daaaaaaaad” Markus whined, hiding his face in his hands. I’m the leader of a political party, I started a revolution, why did his father not respect this and left him crush in peace without making him look so ridiculous?
Carl actually more or less behaved himself after that, they were able to talk about different things without Markus wanting to turn into a puddle at his feet every few seconds.
Although it did happen a few times. When Carl mentioned how beautiful Connor’s eyes were and how he understood why Markus wanted to paint them so much. Or when he asked if the next time the detective came around he could come with his curly hair because “I heard it suits you really well”. Or when, as they were leaving and Connor put his coat on, Carl said something about “feeling so much safer now that he knew someone as trustworthy as him was protecting his son when they walked down the streets, speaking of which, you should totally spend more time with Markus, just so he knew his son would be safer” accompanied with a few heavy winks.
“OKAY BYE DAD, SEE YOU NEVER, I LOVE YOU”
Markus had never ushered someone away so fast, he could feel his face overheating and he knew if he had still his led it would not be spinning blue at all. Connor was laughing though and normally it was his favourite sound in the world and it made him feel so at peace but now he just wanted to run away from everything and hide in a cave forever.
He was planning on doing just that when he felt Connor stop him by grabbing his wrist. He felt himself being pulled behind before Connor kissed him. It was simple and straight to the point, just a brush of lips that left him waiting for more.
“Your dad was nice, wait ‘til you meet Hank.”
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Fated to You
“Sit down, I’ll get it”
◇ characters : jungkook x reader
◇ genre : angst
◇ summary : jungkook hated you but it doesn’t stop you from conveying your feelings towards him.
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25. You hated that number. Your friends always asked you why did you despise that number so much. Your reason would be slightly different, no, not slightly but completely different compared to others. For others, at that age, they might at least have a degree to live on in this cruel world. At least have a car, a house, saving in the bank and many more.
Yet, for you at the age of 25 is completely a nightmare because, at this age, it is compulsory for you to have your own family as being done by your entire family. It is like a tradition for your family especially for girls to get married by the age of 25, at most. Not like at the age of 25, you are crawling ton look for a boyfriend, that’s a big no.
It’s all started by a legend that being told by your mother. Back then, your great great great grandmother who already married almost 15 years yet still no presence of child from hers and she is reaching the age of 50. Nothing in this world that she hasn’t done yet in order to have a child but at the end of the day, she failed. Until one day, she helped an old woman and she told her about the curse that your family is facing now. This is where every girl in your family need to get married before 25 years old.
And before the old woman walked away, she handed her a bag of herbs for her to drink and after that, she got pregnant and safely delivered a pair of twins. For one who never heard this before would think this is kind of stupid old folks and frankly it sounds ridiculous for you at first. But there’s one thing happened where one of the girls in your family married after 25 and she didn’t bless with a child at all. That’s why it became a tradition for your family to get married before or at most 25 years old because the curse will happen to you if you break the rules.
Yet, it isn’t scary enough to make you feared of it and it is not like you aren’t believed that. Only fifty per cent of yourself do believe that and the other stated like it is impossible for that thing to happen in this era of technology. Even though deep in your heart do states that it was true.
But for you, you are still young and still far away to reach that age. You wanted to enjoy your life without having any worries of seeking a candidate to be your husband. And yes, everything was supported when you met Jeon Jungkook.
The first time you met him, you already determined that he is the guy that you are looking for, to be a husband. He makes you felt like you don’t have to worry to look for a boyfriend because you already have him.
It started when you joined a camp, an art camp to be specific, and a month before you entered high school. You who isn’t a big fan of arts were forcibly joined the camp because of your parents. They really wanted you to spend your free time doing beneficial things.
Half of your soul flew away when you joined the camp and the rest of it also vanished little by little because you are alone without your friends. You who is a cheerful person especially when being with your friends felt like it is difficult for you to make a new friend since the participant there seems like they already know each other.
The worst case is you don’t even know how to draw. You don’t understand why you mother urged you to join this camp plus you have no talents in art.
So on the first day at the camp, you faced the difficulties in the drawing class but with the presence of Jungkook who helped you during the class as if it was a gift from God to you. It helped to lessen the loneliness and difficulties that you faced.
Actually, you spend the entire time observing his sculpture face because you are way too shocked to see the beauty of God’s creation. And you definitely never had a classmate with this kind of look, a shocking look that makes you mesmerized over his face.
“You are handsome.” You blurted out of nowhere resulting a chuckled escaping Jungkook’s lips before he continued his works back.
Without he knew, the greeting was the first step into a new world that will shine with your cheerful and craziness. Since that day, you will always be with him whenever and wherever he will be, whether in the class, in the dining hall you will definitely sit beside him. Both of you developed a good friendship there and since you got no friends other than him, he doesn’t mind about you being with him.
Even it just two weeks of being with him yet you can’t lie to yourself about your feelings towards him. You truly like him as if you could imagine your future with him being your husband. But since both of you will separate apart and don’t even know when you will meet him again, so you decided to do something that yourself never thought of doing it.
You are going to confess your feeling towards him, never once in your life, you did that to your previous crush. And the thought of you won’t meet him again lead you to do that. You only hoped for luck and fate and if both of you are fated to be together, you will definitely meet again.
“I like you, Jungkook.” You emphasized those sentences with a look of anticipation, waiting for his response.
A smile curled on his lips as he gazed into your eyes. “I like you too but as a friend. Thanks by the way.” He simply replied.
You heart crushed into pieces and fell on the ground and same goes to your face, completely turned red in colour. The embarrassment engulfed yourself as you felt the heat on your cheeks because of that. And now, you hoped that you will never meet him again because it is too shameful.
But, the entire world totally against you when stepped into the new class after transferring to a high school that is closer to your home compared to the supposed one.
You make an eye contact with him for a moment and it seems the clock stopped ticking and your mind began to play the scene of your rejected confession. The feelings that you felt on that day crawled back and you felt shy to face him.
Then you caught a glance of his smile, in a sudden, you have an ability to stand properly without feel ashamed and shy towards him as a few seconds before. The vibes radiate from him makes you smiled too.
What happened today can’t help you from wondering that there’s must be a reason why God’s fated you to enter this school and being in the same class as him. And you think, you might be fated to him.
You took a seat in front of him and next to a girl who might become your best friend for the entire time in the high school. You greeted the girl shyly at first because it is awkward for the first time, as usual. But you believed that after this, there’s no shyer version of and it would definitely surprise the entire class with your actual self.
“We meet again.” He greeted from behind and makes you turn around to face him. Your smile grew bigger as soon you saw his face full with bright and lively expression.
Everything happened must be a reason behind of it and you will definitely not let go of the golden chance to say out this sentence.
“And I still like you, Jungkook.”
He just replied your words with a genuine smile before he diverted away from his view towards the board while gesturing you to do so.
You slightly nodded your head and focus your attention towards the teacher who already started her lesson in front while your mind still battling with the silent rejection from him.
Even you know, all of this just one-sided and unrequited love yet it does not break your courage and that’s why you always wanted him to know your feelings towards him. So you confess every second whenever you had a chance to do so.
*
It’s been hundredth times of confession and truthfully you don’t even have a count on that. That makes Jungkook so annoyed and irritated with your constant confession till one time he replied to your confession with a statement that he disliked of hated you.
It would be hurt by other girls to hear that from him but not you. Before for you, as much as he hated or disliked you as he claimed to be, you knew that the feelings couldn’t overcome your feelings towards him.
“Are you out of your mind? Really? In front of our friends?” He snapped and it looked like a serious matter because his tone oozing with irritation as if he totally fed up with you this time.
It happened when you suddenly blurted out your confession towards him when you hang out with your peers. It is a common thing for you guys to hang out together during lunch break because all of your friends get along well with his friends and so do you.
Despite your constant confession towards him, yet you still become one of his best friends but today is too much for him because all of this time, you would mention your feelings whenever you are alone with him. And when you do that in front of your friends and his, the lively surrounding suddenly turned into gloom and the air grew tensed and awkward. As if no one knows how to reply after hearing your confession for the first time. This is resulting in Jungkook become very angry and mad because of your straightforward behaviour
You rolled your eyes in disbelief as he makes this matter turned out bigger than it could be. “Duh? It’s not unusual things for you to hear that from me? And also I can’t help my feelings either.” You stopped your words and raised your eyebrows upward before attacking him with a blunt statement.
“Besides, you have no rights to tell me what to do and what not to unless you are my boyfriend.” A smirk appeared on your lips as the sarcastic words escaped from it.
Frustration painted on his face and rage began to grow after hearing your words. He ran his fingers through his fluffy-like hair and moving back and forth.
“Fuck!” He uttered softly yet it is audible enough for you to hear it. Your eyes widened after hearing he cursed at you even though it is not your first time hearing that as you always get that from him.
“Did you just swore at me?”
He stared into your eyes as it filled with rage and despised before he shrieked. “Yes! You know we were just friends and I could never like you that way. Besides, you are not my type.”
You chuckled, pouting your lips upwards. “Aww, your words do hurt a little bit but Jeon Jungkook, you are dealing with me right now.”
You rubbed his shoulder as you pressed your lips into a thin line, giving him a reassuring smile. “Sorry to say, your words do not affect me at all. Too bad, cause I like you so much.”
You winked at him and let out a laugh before walked away from the place with Jungkook who still in mad at you.
Since that day, everyone in school knows about your crush towards him. Some of them adored you because of your boldness and some of them badmouthing you because they thought you are so desperate. Yet everything they said doesn’t matter at all for you.
You aren’t someone who cares about other people’s opinion about you. If only they didn’t disturb your life and not using your mouth to insult and to prevent you from expressing your feelings towards Jungkook, its okay. You don’t mind at all.
Jungkook changes a little bit after that incident, he always in a bad mood whenever being with you but still you are being in a good relationship with him. Cause not all of the time he got no mood, sometimes he seems happy with your presence around him. He still rejected you as usual after your confession but it can’t stop you from doing it over and over again. You also don’t know what you are eager to do that because you are not like that before, way too different from before.
Jungkook brings out the new version of you and you hold to your grandmother’s words as she said to grab what lays in front of you instead of seeking for something out of your vision. And yes, you never being as bold and fearless as now.
You remembered one memorable scene that happened on the high school’s prom night. He offered to be your partner that night but he ended up going to the prom with another girl. It makes you too frustrated and angry as you planned to get your revenge by singing a song especially for him whilst he is dancing with the girl. And end up his partner left him alone and it makes him felt so embarrassed because of that matter.
It resulted to both of you never talked to each other for a few weeks until you felt so exhausted of trying to persuade him. Yet, the bond between you and him are too strong to be cut off just like that. Both of you have a special bond which Jungkook himself can’t describe it with words. You know how much he hated you as he claimed to be, there still a spot in his heart that he loves you because you are his best friend.
You also never thought of being by his side after the high school is over. But when you knew about him got the offer from the same college as yours and moreover, both of you will be on the same faculty but different courses. Is it everything is a coincidence?
You didn’t think so as you always thought that there must be a reason why God’s always planned both of you to be together till now.
*
And now, you are already 24 and got a stable economy with a stable career and definitely, your life is way better than before as you don’t depend on your parents anymore. Yet, in the happiness that you felt, there’s a spot of concern that you worried so much as you scared the cursed that claimed to be faced by your entire family.
You still got a year left to look for a boyfriend yet you still have none. How can you look one when you still got Jungkook by your side as he is now your colleague and you still like him?
Nothing different in yourself but only the feelings of liking him changed into love and it is more painful compared to before because he is now dating someone. It is true that before this it is one-sided love but Jungkook still don’t date anyone
It is a common thing for someone to have a crush on someone else, and who’s on earth don’t have feelings towards another person yet you knew that this time is quite different to back then.
The rumour regarding Jungkook and the new girl always being heard in your ears as everyone around you always talking about that. And you felt like it is not a rumour yet it is a truth as you had observed him for the past months and he looked slightly different compared to before.
He turned out to be more secretive and rarely have a lunch with you and other as usual. It is worrisome for you because he is the only hope to be your husband and now you already see the darkness in your future. Especially when you got a call from your mother who claimed that your family is starting to get worried about you including your parents.
“You are our only child and if you still don’t have a candidate by the end of this year, it would definitely become a big problem for you. You won’t have enough times to look for a suitable man to become your husband. How about Jungkook?”
Her words replaying on your mind as a broken cassette since you hang up the call. It makes you have a headache and it weighed your head so bad. You are so lost right now and you don’t know what to do.
You buried face on the table as you find a way to solve your problem as well as saving your life. Then something clicked your mind, at first you are hesitated to do so as you had stopped doing it for a while but it seems like you have no choice other than that.
Slowly you lifted your face and imagining the scene that you might go through after following the decision that you had made. Hopefully, it will turn out as you wish for.
*
“I love you, Jungkook.”
A scoff escaped from his lips brokes the silence around you as you said those words. At first, he was stunned before this confession is completely different from the one that he used to hear before. Since you haven’t done it for a while he thinks you have decided to stop yet now you are here, saying that you love him instead of liking him as usual.
“You are so impossible. How come you could say that easily? Are you think this is a joke, Y/n?” He exclaimed as he stretched out his arms, waiting for your response.
The sullen look on yours and you could only reply him with a silence and followed by sigh because you couldn’t say any more. A lot of things playing on your mind now and you desperately need to settle all of this.
“I meant it, Jungkook.” You said to him, straightforwardly because you don’t have time to play a joke on him. Maybe he might see this confession isn’t serious enough, even though a quarter of it isn’t serious but everything regarding your feelings towards him, it is true.
You are not joking when you said you love him and that’s the reason why you stopped confessing at him for a while ago. After graduation day you realized that your feeling towards him changed into something different, something that you couldn’t describe.
Before this, you never thought about him twenty-four hours but since that day, he never left your mind whether when you take shower or eating or doing nothing. He occupied your mind and it is frustrating because your heart would beat in uneven pace and it hurts you to be apart from him. As if you always wanted to be with him all the time, even you are not by his side but just seeing his shadow would be more than enough.
For a week, he drives you crazy and as people said it is a lovesick symptom. All of these symptoms lead you to reveal your actual feelings towards him that you no longer like him. You love him.
“Please Y/n. We are 24 now. Stop with your childish behaviour. I’m getting sick of it!” He trailed off and pause for a moment before staring into your eyes as if he really meant to convey his feelings through words that he will say after this.
“Because this behaviour of yours, there’s no girl would even want to get closer to me since high school and followed by college. And now, I can’t believe that I still stuck with you! Can you give a space, a moment for me to breath properly without you taking away all the air around me?” He added with a tone filled with rage and anger as he expressed his feelings with his entire body.
Meanwhile, you are completely stunned by his words for the first time. It might be because you are in a mess right now because before this you wouldn’t take his words into your heart. But today, his words giving so much effect on you as you felt the presence of tear pooling in the brim of your eyes.
You gritted your lips tightly to prevent yourself from bursting because you don’t want him to see you crying for the first time in his life.
“I just want to know your reply only.” You pointed out with a low tone of voice, staring at the ground while fidgeting your fingers. You are waiting for an answer that you already know. A sigh vibrated in your ears and you know it came from him.
“You know that my answer will always be the same.”
*
You jolted in your place when you felt your shoulder being touched followed by a soft voice greeted your ears from the side.
“It seems like you are not alright at all.” She claimed when it’s been a while as she is observing you since you stepped into the house just now. Jennie who is your housemate, never seen you as sullen and gloom as now and she knows the reason why.
It is rare things for you to be in a silent mood without uttering one word from our mouth. Usually, you got so many stories to be told to her and it seems like the problem that you are facing now is bigger than before.
Silence from Jennie urged you to speak out because you don’t want her to be worried of you. You lifted up your face a little bit, revealed half of it to her.
“It’s a usual thing for me to be rejected by him.”
Jennie throw you a weird glance after hearing you're said that. Then, when you saw that, you let out a long sigh because you knew that you can’t lie to her anymore.
“Okay, this time it hurts more compared to before because he insulted me.” You paused for a moment.
You added back, “Pain does hurt but I got no time to mourn this feeling. Times is running out and I-”
You stopped your speech when Jennie interrupted to voice out her idea after she took times to brainstorm to provide a solution to your problem.
“How about a blind date? I can arrange one for you.” She suggested and you started to take it into consideration. You pursed your lips for a moment before responding to her suggestion.
“Sounds great!”
*
The atmosphere in your department is getting quieter as one by one people walked out from there to have a lunch break. Meanwhile, you are busying yourself to finish the works that needed to be submitted after this lunch break and decided to decline every offer lunch from your colleagues.
“Y/n.” The familiar voice ringing through your ears and your inner sigh sighing in exasperation because you are trying so hard to avoid him. That is included skipping lunch with your colleagues. You lifted up your face, curling a smile of confusion.
“It’s been a while since you skipped your lunch-” He trailed off and continues back, “-with us.”
“I have been so busy this day.” You glanced for a second at him before continues your works back.
Jungkook fake a laugh in disbelief as he knows the reason why you skipped your lunch. “Busy dating.” He scoffed, saying in a low voice yet as a good listener you are, you managed to capture those sentences. You are quite surprised that he knows your doings.
“Are you spying on me?” You asked, questioningly and you saw his mocking face upon hearing your question. It makes you felt annoyed at his sudden concern about your life.
“Why would I? Besides, why do you need to lie?” He said straightforwardly while demanding an answer from you as if your answer is so important for him.
“I-i-” You stuttered and lost your words because you don’t know how to answer him to be specific to lie once again to him.
You can’t understand how can you lied to him and you don’t get it why he cared about your life so much as he isn’t like this before.
He coughed, clearing his throat and it pulled you back to reality. “We are cool, right?” He asked in a low voice and gazing into your eyes, whilst demanding your responses.
You knew everything isn’t okay at all yet what came out from your mouth completely different from what you intended to say to him. “Yeah, we are.” You lied.
*
“That Hyunwoo from marketing department is definitely a pervert. I remembered he harassed one of his colleagues during their date.” Jungkook’s heart stopped beating when he recognized the name, the second guy you dated after Seungwoo.
That Seungwoo finally stopped meeting with you after Jungkook warned him since he knows that Seungwoo got a girlfriend and him afraid that the Seungwoo is going to play with your heart. And he claimed that he doesn’t want you to get hurt and at the end, he was false as the girl was Seungwoo’s sister. That makes your relationship with Jungkook worsen and drifted apart because you are too mad at him for doing that.
And when he discovered that this Hyunwoo is worsened than Seungwoo, immediately he pushed the button to get back at his department to meet you. He cancelled his plan to go home earlier and as soon the lift opened up, he rushed out from the lift and looking for your place as he believed that you are still there.
It took him two to three seconds to arrived at your place and when he caught you who is still immersed in your works, he slowed his run and gasping for air so he could talk to you properly.
“Stop meeting with Hyunwoo.” He warned and only get a grunt of annoyance from you.
You seem like too fed up with Jungkook lately as he suddenly busy to care about you. With who you go out, when you get back, where you at and many more. It makes you frustrated over his unexpected behaviours.
You ignored his comments and says, “That’s it? Anything else to say?”
“I meant it, Y/n. He’s dangerous and way too worse than Seungwoo.” He pointed out.
You snapped at him as soon as you stood up from your seat and started to clean up your things to go home. “You don’t have any rights to interference in my dating life. You are not my boyfriend!”
“But I’m your best friend and I don’t want bad things to happen to you, so please.” He pleaded and for the first time you are so surprised to hear him practically begging ay you. As fas you know Jeon Jungkook, he would never behave like this. You observed his face that painted with hope so that you could take his words into consideration.
“I don’t give a damn about your opinion towards my dating life, sorry Jeon.” You left no longer had a strength to see him in this state and it is because of you afraid of falling in love with him once again. After it took you a while to forget your feelings towards him even it does succeed for a little bit yet you don’t want it to ruin your goal.
“You are going to regret this.” He uttered yet you neglected him and walked away from there. Apart of yourself felt guilty for treating him that way but Jungkook is too much with his behaviour as he attacked your previous date and you think that he actually deserved this treatment.
Meanwhile, Jungkook sighed as he curled his fingers into a fist and close his eyes wistfully, preventing himself from raging for your stubbornness. Y/n that he knew before is just the same, so stubborn and that is the things that are hard to get rid of yourself.
Something clicked on his mind and makes his doe eyes widened for a moment. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialled a number of someones that is playing on his head.
“Hello Tae-hyung, I’m on for the double date.”
*
One of the reasons why he agreed to do this double date that being planned by Taehyung is because he wanted to spy on you. He knew that you are having a date with that Hyunwoo at the same amusement park as his date and being cautious person he is, he is trying his best to make sure of your safety is under his controls and care even though you are a far away from him, he would make sure that the furthest distance between two of you is a mile away.
He also got a cap and a mask to hide from your aware. At this moment, he is being with his partner who is playing an arrow shooting yet poor that girl as his attention is fully on you and that guy at the cotton candy shop.
“Jungkook look! I got full marks!” His partner that he doesn’t even know her name yelled for his attention and managed to grab it as he is looking at her now. He plastered a genuine smile and he felt so bad for using her to fulfil his intention.
Suddenly the anxious grow in himself when he noticed that you are nowhere to be seen and disappear from his radar. Suddenly, he remembered the conversation of the women in the lift.
“He harassed one of his colleagues during their date.”
*
The silence of the place is the only thing that accompanied both of you who is sitting on the bench at the hidden spot of the park. Lack of peoples resulting you to felt slightly scared to be together with him, Yet, you neglected those feelings and keep on eating your cotton candy.
Suddenly, you felt a hand creep on yours as it slowly grasping your finger and it makes you uncomfortable. You just hope that it would stay for a while because it would definitely make you annoyed if it stayed longer.
“Y/n.” He called for you, slowly while you tilted your head to face him.
He gestured something at your lips and you quickly rubbed it off with the back of your palm. Your mind started to think negatively yet you decided to brush it off and act as usual.
In a sudden, his hands that grasping your fingers trailed down to your thighs and he began to massage it softly. You shocked by his action and quickly yanked his hands away.
“What are you doing, Hyunwoo?” You asked in annoyance but keep your composure calm.
The expression of Hyunwoo’s face changes from a sweet looking man into a lustful man. He closed the proximity between both of you and trapped you between his arms. You fought to get yourself out from him yet you failed.
“What’s wrong, kitty?” He asked in a lustful tone of his and it makes you felt disgusted. You tried your best to moves backwards and prevented yourself from his hot breath that suffocates you.
In a blink of eyes, he acted wildly as he leaned his face towards your as if he wants to kiss you. The cotton candy that you hold firmly fell on the ground and you’re your mind is reminiscing Jungkook’s words.
At this time you felt so regret not listening to his words.
“What the fuck!” A high-pitched voice breaks the silence of the night and suddenly Hyunwoo is pulled away from you. You felt so thankful and grateful as God is sending someone to help you. You quickly get up from the seat and moved a few steps back and observing the guys who are pushing Hyunwoo.
The more you observe the guy, the stronger the familiarity vibe that you felt. It is impossible for him to be here, you think.
“Jungkook?” You called softly to cleat your confusion and it meaks the guys stop himself from punching Hyunwoo and whirled around while gasping for air as he replied to your call.
“Are you okay, Y/n?”
Your jaw dropped and you slowly take a step back before left that scene. The person that you doesn’t want to see now is him, Jungkook and you are wondering why God send him to you and not the other people because it is shameful for you as Jungkook could humiliate you as you didn’t want to listen to his words.
You silently facepalmed yourself while running to nowhere.
*
After a few minutes running away from Jungkook, you finally found a hidespot that you clearly sure that Jungkook won’t fine you here. You took a few steps forward before landing your butt on the bench before leaning your entire body against it.
A sigh escaped from your mouth, feeling thankful, grateful and mostly shameful towards yourself. It won’t felt too humiliating if the guy wasn’t Jungkook but sadly it wasn’t.
You tossed your feet from side to side playing with the sand to occupy your blank mind. You might use a lot of strength to toss the feet when one of your heels came off from your foot and thrown a few feet away from you.
You groaned in annoyance as you are too lazy to move from your seat. So you take a few seconds to get up before the same deep alluring voice that you heard before stopped you from doing so.
“Sit down. I’ll get it.”
Your inner self-facepalmed yourself once again upon seeing his figure in front of you, taking your heels back. You tilted your head aside to avoid facing him who is already taking a seat next to you as he handed your heels towards you.
“Thank you.” You muttered softly and decided to keep yourself in silence.
For momentarily, the silence lingered between both of you before Jungkook cleared his troat, giving you a sign that he will start a conversation now.
“Why you seem so desperate about this dating thing?” He said bitterly as he still managed to filter a lot of hurtful words that might come out from his mouth. He knew that it was useless to nag about this incident to you and he doesn’t want to waste his saliva for that matter. Since he had a lot of important matter to talk to you.
You scoff, shamelessly staring at him after felt challenges by his words. “Am I look so desperate right now?”
You pause momentarily, seeking for the suitable and constructing sentences to explain everything to him.
“I admit that I’m desperate and how can I not? I only got one year left to look for a man to be my husband. I don’t know whether you knew about the curse in my family.”
Of course, he knew. He admitted inside himself, staring into space while hearing to your explanation. But for him, it sounds so ridiculous from what he remembered you told him once about that. He still can’t believe you are sacrificing yourself towards the beast because you are too obsessed about that curse.
“But you don’t have to date guys like that. Can you imagine what will happen to you if I’m not here tonight? You might end-”
His words left hanging when you suddenly snapped out, pulling his entire attention towards you. “I know and I’m sorry for not listening to you. But I got no choice! I barely know any guys other than you that I can consider to be my date.”
“My time is running out and you literally pushed me away since you are the only guy that I like. I still don’t have a candidate to be my husband.” You said through sobs and sniffles.
Once again, the surrounding engulfed with silence until Jungkook decided to break the ice with his unexpected suggestion.
“If that so, marry me then.” He blurted out those words while tilted his head to face you.
You slowly lifted up your face and turned to the side to see his face that plastered with seriousness look on it as if he really meant what he said just now.
“Instead of strangers become your husband, let me be the one. Marry me, Y/n.”
His words make you finally realized that he, Jeon Jungkook is the one that asks you to marry him despite his constant rejection of your love towards him.
You shook your head vaguely, standing up from your seat. “No, no, no. Are you joking right now? Cause it seems so and yet I’m taking it seriously.”
“I’m serious Y/n.”
Your jaw dropped as if it could reach the ground, you shook your head once again before decided to walk away from there. You could not help yourself to face the humiliation after this if he rejects you once again.
“Don’t leave me.” A firm and tight grip around your wrist stopping you from going and it makes you whirl around to see him, gazing at you with a glint of hope.
“They said, we will appreciate someone after they left and that’s exactly what I felt when you left me for past months. I thought it just a weird feeling that will go away but since that day, I never forget that face of yours, shedding your tears upon hearing my hurtful words.
Your absence around me gave a great impact in my life as if you take away half of my soul and seeing you with other guys than me, affectionately towards each other does make my heart pain. And finally, I realized that I love you. I love you all these times but I’m afraid to reveal that feelings to myself and you.”
For the entire 24 years, you had lived, this is the first sincere confession that you ever heard and it came from the one who is your crush since middle school. All of this times, you had been wondering why God keeps making you and Jungkook being around each other and you got the answer tonight. As you expected,
He is fated to you, forever and always.
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ship meme Jayden and Beth
leaves their dirty clothes on the floor:
It was hard to tell who’s clothes belonged to who. Red, greens, and blues clashed with pastel and paisley. Skirts and jeans tossed about being left where they landed. Fabrics of all sorts scattered and making a collage of colour across the dark brown floor that was standard within the dorms of the campus.
“Beth…. Have you seen my green shirt?”
Wha kine?
“The green spaghetti strap. I want to wear it for my date tonight.”
A pause, the shift of an over sized sweater being pulled around tawny slender shoulders.
Nooo…
“Are you lying?”
Nooo…
“Are you lying about lying.”
Mebbe…
A sigh.
“Blue one it is then.”
forgets to run the dish washer:Neat freak. Organized. Dishwasher always running both us stairs and down stairs to keep up with the health standards.
At least that was how it usually was.
But there were times that the Janissary couldn’t be assed to use Forces or Correspondence to poke one stupid button. It was usually after covert missions where she had the hardest time having the will to do much of anything but breathe. During those times she had given Beth permission to make sure that the mountains of leftovers found homes in the bellies of those that needed it most.
On this night however, Jay was not as bad off as she usually was. No, this night she was just tired. Prue was off digging into a rumor to see if it was something that she could deal with at a later date or not. So she had the brownstone to herself. Finally a moment to unwind. To come down from the soul crushing pain that was both inflicted to her prey and that she received herself.
She pulled the dishwasher open, taking a cup from the top rack and poured herself a healthy amount of cold coffee. She reached up and scratched the back of her feeling the grime clinging to her skin. Taking a long pull she immediately turned and spit the mouthful out.
“God… Damnit.” She held back the sudden urge to gag as the taste of dish soap.
“I love her… I love her so much Andy…” Jay whipped the back of her hand across her lips. “One of these days, I might strangle her.”
Though it wasn’t Beth’s fault. She did wash the dishes. She just forgot that the dishwasher was there to make things easier. pumps gas for the car:“Onna d’ese days, I’m gonna do it.” Beth said curling her legs under herself to rearrange the knitting supplies she had brought with her.
“I’ll let you pump gas into the Caddy the day you can see over the wheel kid.” A ball of yarn bounced off the door. Jay couldn’t help but chuckle. With all the powers Beth had it was a miracle she was still the same sweet tiny and innocent soul in the world. Jay was certain that Beth could achieve peace among the others and bring the Wyrm to heel and purify whatever had driven it off the deep end.
There was some mumbling that Jay chose not to make out because they wee already behind their, her, schedule. It was going to be a long drive to the east coast. Sure Jay could have gotten tickets, but there was not enough tranquilizers to put Beth to sleep long enough to fly that distance. Which is why there was a cruise bound for Hawai’i waiting for them in California. drives when they’re going somewhere:
“And then when we get there… Beth are you even listening to me?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm.” That was the moment Jayden pulled over into a parking lot. She knew Beth wasn’t paying attention. That much was obvious by how she was leaned against the passenger door with her chin propped on a delicate palm. Green-hazel eyes were glazed over not yet realizing that they had stopped. Jay reached over and took Beth’s hand in hers, tugging gently.
“Hey Tiny Dancer?”
“Huh?” The Hawaiian turned to look at her best friend over many lifetimes. “Did we stop?”
“Figured we could stretch our legs. And after…” Jay shrugged a shoulder and pulled her hand away leaving the keys in Beth’s hand.
“But ya alw-”
“I’m tired.” She wasn’t. “Not safe for me to be behind the wheel Tiny Dancer.”
A light began burning that settled whatever worry had come over the Janissary.
“Copy d’at Rubba Ducky.”
rearranges the furniture:It was mapped out clearly in her mind. To the point that she could walk around with her eyes closed and not once drop, trip, kick, or stumble over anything. Every item had a place and every item was kept just so. Even when she cleaned. Some called it obsession. Other called it a well maintained lifestyle.
So when Jayden opened the door and dropped her keys to the floor she knew something was wrong. Looking around her living room, pool table, and most of the bedding from her guest and master bedroom was strewn about. Cushions and fabrics lay draped up over each other and her staircase leading up to the master bedroom floor had been turned into a keep of sorts.
“Beth?”
“D’e no be a Beth. Bu’ Lady WiggleWag an’ her fai’ful sworn hound Bitestwice.”
“Don’‘t forget me!”
“An’ Lord Noah of da far off lands to the South.”
“Beth.”
“Have ya tribute ta lay before mah noble feet?”
“Beth!”
“Wha?!”
“Next time, just text me when you plan on babysitting.” Jay shook her head shrugging out of the leather coat she was wearing. Next came the heeled boot. “But if the Lady, Noble Knight, and High guard dog would allow, the council hath sent me, a humble peasant to bring tribute of cake and cocoa.”
There was a moment of muttering, hushed giggles, and the soft bouf of Prue before she was answered.
“Da lord bide ya welcome, stranger. As long as d’ere be ice cream.”
“But of course.”
falls asleep with the TV on:Beth had always had a hard time sleeping. The Sandman kept away from her and when he did come, so did the Night terrors. Which is why Beth was always working strange hours at the hospital. Or going on late night ride alongs with Luc. But on occasion there was a movie night.
And this time, the soft sounds of Beth’s little voice spoke along with Inigo Montoya as he advanced upon the six fingered man. She mimicked his elegant moves with her own hands. Thrust. Parry. Block, slash, parry. Her slender form twisting on the recliner only once nudging the familiar once.
She turned to take Jay’s hand to find the younger woman asleep on the other recliner. one foot thrown over the arm, her head lolled off to the side and one hand still in the mixing bowl of Popcorn and M&Ms.
“Good Night Jay. I mos’ likely kill you in da mornin’.” gets to use the bathroom first:Pulling herself up and out of the chair every joint she had creaked and popped as protest. Shuffling more in the style of a zombie rather then a human being she headed upstairs for the master bathroom. One hand ran through her hair to push it from her face. She could already smell the coffee which meant Prue had set it up before the sleep over ended.
Rounding over the last step she could hear her shower going. A raised brow, a deep frown, and one arm crossing over her chest to scratch the back of her shoulder. The Janissary pushed the door open with a yawn. Sitting on the counter, a toothbrush moving with far more vigor than was humanly possible at this early time of the morning. “Dude, did you even sleep?”
“MMM!!”
“Sorry. Knock first I know. But you’re dressed and a nurse. This isn’t the first time another woman has walked in on you.” “Mmm!” A finger waved way too close to Jay’s face for comfort.
“Alright downstairs it is. But I’ll remember that the next time you have to piss.” Jay moved just fast enough to dodge the tube of toothpaste. But not the bar of soap that came right after. decides the temperature for the ac/heater:“Beth… it is 89 degrees. How can you be cold?”
“Please?”
“Oh.. My Gods okay! Fine!” Jayden flipped the switch for the seats heating coils built into the Cadillac. “Now flip the vents on your side so I can run the AC.”
“But d’at doesn’t..”
“Ah! Tch!” A hand puppet came up from the steering wheel. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m hot. Driver gets control that was the deal.”
“Okay, but ya have any kine blanket?”
A pause. A sigh.
“For the last time… NO!” sets up holiday decorations:When Christmas comes to town
The lights were strung over all the windows. Garland hung from the banister and the pegs for the stair case. Gingerbread wafted through the air. The Polar Express was playing just loud enough that the girls could sing along.
And all the dreams of the children
Flour coated the front of Jay’s apron, while steady hand folded the shortbread batter together. Small feet galumphed around chasing the clicking of sharp nails. The youngest chuckled at the panicked look in betrayed dark eyes.
“Don’t look at me, you promised.”
Once lost will all be found
“Traitor!” A pathetic whine came as the Hawaiian grabbed Prue from behind, with the over sized sweater.
“Gotcha!”
It took several moments for Beth to bend in ways that would have been painful to others to get the familiar into the human made sweater. It was just this side of Ugly Christmas sweater. The soft fabric all hand woven from well kept and happy Angora Rabbits.
That’s all I want when Christmas comes to town
leaves the lights on:Prue panted hard and heavy. She was struggling to stay up right but it was hard to do with a gaping hole that the burglar left as a parting gift. The storm raged outside and had knocked the power out a few minutes before hand. Limping across the wooden floor she collapsed not but three feet from the entrance.
“Jay!” Beth’s voice echoed down the hall from the stairwell. At least that is what Prue assumed as she let out a whine.
“Beth! Hurry! She’s been shot!” Jay all but sobbed as she dropped to her knees and began petting the dog’s head.
“I..”
“Beth please!”
“Get da flashlights!” Jay nodded and turned on her phone’s light. She was speaking in half words and muted cries of heartbreak. Soon she started getting the mag lights to help illuminate the apartment. Soft but firm hands covered in some kind of gloves started prodding at the wound. Prue whimpered and yowled, but was not willing to snap out.
“Jay, ya need for get me some candles.” Beth’s voice was a salve to adrenaline fried nerves.
Minutes, hours it was hard to tell but the power came back on and Both Beth and Jay were sitting on the floor near the couch. Jay’s eyes were bloodshot while Beth’s were sympathetic. Even though all the lights were on, neither moved to turn off the flashlights or put out the candles.
uses the bathroom with the door open:Beth always had the door closed when she went to the bathroom. It was habit. In through the door, turn, close, lock. When she was done it was unlock, open, and leave. Between the Admiral and her brother it was just a habit that had been instilled into her at a young age.
So imagine the heart attach she had the first time that she came back from class to find their shared bathroom wide open. And a nude Jayden backside pointed towards her. One strong leg propped on the bathroom ledge with razor in hand.
“I’m sorry!:
“Oh hey kid. Was wondering where you ran off too. Can you do me a favor and grab me my underwear. I left them on the dresser.”
“I…” Beth learned and then made Jayden promise to never again, leave the bathroom door open after that. fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber):
Beth reached as far as she could while keeping Jayden pinned onto the couch. It would be the best, fastest, and the least amount of explaining needed. Jay however was of the opinion that He was a last resort call. Plus it wasn’t like he wasn’t already there. Watching and waiting for the right moment to interrupt the squabbling.
“I said no.”
“But he’s good.”
“No. I am not letting that happen.”
“But d’ats my phone.” Jay put her hand in Beth’s face to try and push her away.
“Ow! Stop with the biting!”
“Den gimme da phone.”
“No! I’m not calling Clint!”
“Good thing I’m standing right here then. Things would get a little awkward if the pipe keeps leaking and you both fall on the floor. Might give the next person the wrong impression.”
“HOW?!”
“I texted him before ya took my phone.” Beth said with a victorious tone as she gave a sun-bright smile.
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Based on what you know about Maria Bjørnson, if she was still alive, would she have: participated in the Las Vegas production, allowed the Restaged Tours to use her costumes but not her sets and to mess with her costumes, and worked on Love Never Dies?
I think she would have loved every second of the Vegas production. Not sure she would have been head over heels in love with the extended mock opera sets, as they were awfully crowded and massive while she seemed more into the “black box” concept. But overall… yeah. Definitely. She would probably also have tried out ideas that were technically too difficult in 1986 (as the spike cage in the Final Lair was said to be a result of), and enjoyed that massively as well.
The Restaged Tour doing her original and butchered remodeled costumes, but not her sets… I’m not sure. On one hand I was intrigued to read an interview where she expressed surprise over the massive fandom Phantom got in just a few years, and at one point in the interview she exclamated that “It’s only a musical!”. As to say that it wasn’t a matter of life and death. She too must have been curious of how a brand new Phantom version would have looked - the Hungarian production was the only non-replica to see the day of light when she was still alive, and only barely so, opening a few months before she died - and that might mean she would have OK’d it. But I personally think she would be way stricter on what to permit and not, and eventually design some brand new costumes instead of seeing the existing ones being cut and paste.
She seemed so meticulous with her own work, down to the tiniest details. She would comment if a fabric wasn’t right, if a drape seemed out of place. She had her preferred workshops and artists, people she knew would work in sync with her vision. And she was there at every cast change to supervise the costume fittings. She had a clear agenda, and made sure the show stuck to it.
So would she approve of say the Restaged Tour’s Masquerade costumes? I wanna say a loud and clear no. It is not what she designed, and the historical sources, the defined characters and the play of colours she so carefully put into the design is seriously messed with. The same went for other costumes early on, but has since been brought back to the originals save for accessories. I can’t see a setting where she would enjoy her design being thus altered. It’s like someone took ALW’s score, cut and pasted songs together as they saw fit, added new melodies, and presented it as “ALW’s Phantom of the Opera”. Like… I see what you did there, but hell nah.
I also think her empasis on black box design is directly related to the costumes, as they come forward as set pieces in this context. They are just as sculpted and ornate as the grand staircase and the Phantom’s throne. This as a big contrast to the Restaged Tour’s more crammed and fleshed out sets, where the costumes are drowned out. Truth be told, I always thought the tour would benefit from a totally different costume design, a calmer and more understated one. But that said, would designer Maria Bjørnson feel the same way? I have no idea. She seemed ambiguous on this. I think the whole “Phantom cult” kinda freaked her out a bit. Yet, she was very specific in how she had envisioned it and how she wanted it to be maintained and how Phantom should look. I won’t claim she would have said no alltogether. But probably a tighter artistic control.
As for Love Never Dies… ALW tried to pin the whole project on her back in the days, when the London production opened. He said in several interviews that SHE had toyed with the idea of what happened with the Phantom, and suggested Coney Island and New York. I don’t doubt this happened, but I seriously doubt she would have said that it needed to be made into a full multi-million musical… That aside… Design wise she would probably have adored envisioning “Phantasma” and the characters some 5… 10… 20 years later? It offers so many possibilities, both in sets, costumes and quirky details. It’s a designer’s dream, and the musical has always looked radiant. I’m really curious how she would have made it look. Would she incorporate elements of the original design, as was the tendency in LND in West End and Copenhagen? Would she gone a totally different route? We will never know. But it’s DEFINITELY something I would have loved to see!
#maria bjørnson#not claiming i ever knew her or can read her mind#just observation based on research done
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He Who Fights With Monsters #4
He Who Fights With Monsters #4
Ablaze Publishing 2021
Written by Francesco Artibani
Illustrated by Werther Dell’Edera
Coloured by Giovanna Nifro
Lettered by ALW’s Troy Peteri
Violence erupts in the city as the resistance moves forward with their plans, but Radek and the people he love are caught in the crossfire. Will they reach safety before things get out of hand? Will the creature do as they hope and protect them or will its very presence bring their persecutors right down on top of them?
Is there some sort of Holocaust remembrance or tribute happening this time of the year that I am unaware of or forgot? This is the third book this week that centres around the Jewish people fighting against Nazi forces. For the longest time it seems that Nazi’s were off limits and with their resurgence in today’s world what we see from a historical standpoint compared to today is way to eerie to contemplate for long. I just find the connections that my brain makes to be interesting a direct result of the book which shows just how engaged I am in this story. Also, using the myth or legend of the Golem in such a fashion is just infinitely interesting and adds such a wonderful layer to the story as his presence allows the resistance to really stand up for themselves and what they believe in.
I am utterly fascinated by the way that this is being told. The story & plot development that we see through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reader learns information are exceptionally well rendered. The character development that we see through the dialogue, the character interaction as well as how we see them act and react to the situations and circumstances which they encounter does a magnificent job in continuing to flesh out their personalities. The pacing is excellent and as it takes us through the pages revealing more and more of the story drawing us further and further into their lives, hopes, dreams and fears.
I am extremely impressed with the way that we see this being structured and how the layers within the story continue to emerge, grow, evolve and strengthen. I am also liking the way that these layers open up new avenues to explore. These avenues add so much depth, dimension and complexity to the story. How we see everything working together to create the story’s ebb & flow as well as how it moves the story forward is impeccably handled.
The interiors here are beautifully rendered. The linework is clean, crisp and strong and along with the varying weights and techniques creating the detail within the work is exceptionally well rendered. We do see some nice use of backgrounds as they enhance and expand the moments as well as how they work within the composition of the panels to bring out the depth perception, sense of scale and the overall sense of size and scope to the story. The attention to detail in the era, the clothes and the German uniforms are wonderfully represented. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show a remarkably talented eye for storytelling. The various hues and tones within the colours being utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadow work shows an amazing eye for how colour works.
The Captain and his personal belief, whether the Golem is real or not, and how he responds to the threat is in such typical fashion of someone who believes that power should be wielded by him and him alone. Meanwhile Radek is still extremely cautious and isn’t prepared to launch a full scale relation against their oppressors even with Yossel, while not weak though it appears this way he’s not sure they can win even with the Golem. Soon the choice will be taken out of his hands whether he’s ready for it or not this is war after all. With some magnificent writing and stunning characterisation alongside these beautifully rendered interiors really make the story shine.
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