#this makes me cry more than the Beauty and the Beast finale because it’s the epitome of their relationship
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“Aren’t you glad…You’ve got your spirit again?”
“Junpei…Thank you, Junpei.”
#junpei shibayama#izumi orimoto#junzumi#digimon frontier#Junpei#izumi#today I was thinking you all only make gifs of stupid moments where he gets treated like the butt of the joke#but Junzumi isn’t only that and it’s better if you all get reminded of that#because this scene is my Roman Empire#this is a Disney scene idk#this makes me cry more than the Beauty and the Beast finale because it’s the epitome of their relationship#to me this is what the lightning scene is to Zutara fans#gifs
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Dating Jolly would include:
mdni. nsfw (daddy kink, creampie, spanking mention, etc) & fluff content below cut. Scroll back a little on my blog for Noah, Matt, and Nicholas.
Also there is some Swedish below and I'll warn you now that my Swedish isn't as strong as my Norwegian or Danish.
Jolly loves to play argue with you. Screaming at you to make him a sandwich, knowing full well you'll tell him to fuck off. You'll make it for him though because you love him.
He makes the snacks and you pour the wine and the two of you sit down to watch trashy tv together. Jolly is obsessed with The Kardashians, he would force the band to do reality tv if he could.
"Why do you like this so much?" You ask one day, leaning back into him embrace as you both sprawl out on the sofa.
"I like drrrraaamaaa," he sing-songs, rolling the r in drama a little harder than necessary and you can't help but snort out a laugh.
He calls you pet names in Swedish. "älskade min," (my beloved) and "söta min," (my sweet) are his favorites.
"Du är så vacker, älskade min," he murmurs between soft and slow kisses as the two of you laze in bed one morning. Your bodies, naked, are tangled under the sheets and it's less about sex and more about intimacy in the moment.
("you are so beautiful, my beloved.")
Jolly is a god at sex. Years of playing guitar has made him swift and skilled with his fingers, it's also given him the very fun ability to fuck you perfectly in time to your favorite songs.
Ring and middle fingers curl up inside you, perfectly hitting that sweet spot that he always seems to find. His thumb grazes over your clit and your hips buck upwards as you beg him to let you cum.
Your walls clench around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you at the perfect pace. "That's my girl," he coos, "good girl, cum for me, princess," and you do.
Euphoria washes over you, all the way down to your toes as you cry out his name, cumming over his fingers.
He's a big fan of anger fucking. You're the only thing that can soothe his frustration, calm him down when things are too stressful. Of course he would never do it unless he knew you wanted and you've yet to say no because angry Jolly fucks like a beast.
He smacks your pussy and although you grit your teeth, you know you're getting wet and he does too. A second slap lands and Jolly's hand lingers over your mound for a moment before a finger slides up your slit, smearing your juices. "Such a bad girl," he says, amusement in his voice. "getting wet from daddy's punishment like a little slut."
He pushes you down onto the floor in front of him and pulls his hard cock out of his pants. "Maybe if you show daddy you deserve to cum-" he doesn't get to finish his sentence, trails off in a sigh of pleasure as your mouth obediently goes to his crotch.
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The hand on the back of your head pushes your face down into the pillow, your own hands clenching the sheets. Jolly fucks you from behind, hard and fast, using you for his own pleasure. You've cum twice already at his manhandling, something about seeing him like this when he's normally so sweet just gets your gears going.
"Fæn," the curse leaves his lips and you feel him bottom out, holding his hips against you from behind as he fills you with warm cum. When he finally pulls out and you fully sink against the mattress, he chuckles. "I didn't say you were done, söta min," you look over your shoulder at him, taking in the vibrator in his hand. He loves to see how many orgasms he can get in one night from you.
You become the "Band Mom" so to speak. Despite Matt calling himself "Tour Dad", it's actually Jolly who holds the dad responsibilities. He's the one that gets calls in the middle of the night when someone is sick or in trouble, who deals with childlike behavior for his attention. You get swept up into the mom friend roll because of it.
"I wanted an uncrustable," pouts Noah, looking at the sandwich Jolly had made him. The band was over to discuss an upcoming tour and when the afternoon had come and stomachs began to rumble, Jolly had wordlessly started to make everyone lunch.
"I'll cut the crust off and it will be the same thing," you promise, pulling the plate towards you and beginning to carefully cut crust off the bread.
"Can you cut mine off too?" Asks Folio, sliding the plate your way as Jolly slices up apples so his boys will get some fruit with their lunch.
"It's not the same," Noah complains when you pass the crustless sandwich back, now working on Folio's. "I don't want this because it's not what I asked for."
Jolly puts the knife down and turns around, hands on his hips. "That is not very nice behavior," he reprimands Noah, fully in dad mode now. "Say you're sorry."
Noah's eyes roll as a chorus of "ooh you're in trouble," runs through the band. "Okay dad," he says sarcastically. "I'll apologize to mom."
if you express the desire to learn to play guitar, Jolly jumps to teach you. He buys you a guitar and takes time when he's home to go over lessons with you. Sometimes he just sits with you in his lap, his hands over yours as he shows you proper finger placements for each note.
Jolly absolutely is the only one who's not afraid to fuck on the bus. They have rules for fucking because of him.
There's also been a few times where he's stalked off stage to where you were waiting backstage. He's sweaty and full of adrenaline after a set and he pulls you into the closest empty room or closet, fucking you hard and fast right then and there.
He always brings home little gifts from tour and you have no idea how he manages not to lose them during travel. You love and cherish each one.
You pick up every Swedish cuss word, naturally, and Jolly thinks it's hilarious that if nothing else, you know how to say FUCK.
Jolly, on occasion, will agree to sharing you with one of us his friends. It's usually a little awkward the first time you two bring it up to someone the idea of bringing them into your bed for a night but mostly no one has said no yet. Being spit roasted by Jolly and Nicholas had been the highlight of your week once.
he thinks you are the prettiest person he's ever seen and he's constantly showering you in praise and compliments. You feel ethereal in under his gaze.
Jolly makes sure to set aside time for date night when he's not on tour. Sometimes date night is just the two of you curled up on the couch with some snacks, sometimes it's a fancy dinner somewhere nice.
He goes all out for valentines day. Bouquets show up at your workplace all day and when you go home, your car is filled with a ridiculous amount of flowers. He remembers all of your favorites. Boxes of chocolates await you when you get home and he's drawn you a bath and poured you some wine so you can relax while he makes dinner. If he's not home for the holiday, he still makes sure you get delivery after deliver of bouquets and chocolates and he facetimes you as soon as he can.
the few occasions that you fly out to wherever the band is on tour, hanging with them for a day or two just for a few moments here and there with Jolly, you always let yourself be put to work. It surprised him and made him feel proud the first time you showed up to visit in the beginning of the relationship and immediately you started helping to unload gear. Over the years you've learned how to set up a majority of their gear, how to properly load and unload it, you make sure you pull your weight in order to help out.
he's never loved you more than he did during a UK tour when you left the set early and made sure to have food waiting for band and crew back at the busses. He's not sure how you managed to bring so much back on your own or how you kept it warm, but damn is he grateful.
"NO SLEEP FOR DINNER!" Folio shouts in excitement before digging straight into a container of pasta, with his hands.
Jolly cups your cheeks in his hands, pressing soft kisses against your lips. "You are magnificent," he tells you and then turns to Folio and immediately reminds him that he needs to use utensils, not eat spaghetti by the fist fulls.
Jolly constantly talks about the future too.
"We'll have 6 kids," he declares and your jaw drops. "Maybe 8, I haven't decided yet."
"We'll have two, maybe three. If you think I'm popping out eight kids, you are insane," you tell him.
"Hm, maybe I'll have to birth a few," he jokes and you roll your eyes even though you laugh.
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You’re so beautiful ( C.S)
(Chris x female reader)
(Warings : Insecurities, fluff, old scars, not proof read, new to writing, and i don’t know what else 😭)
(give me feed back i live for it!!!)
It was one of those days.. i didn’t like my hip dips, my stretch marks, my belly not being flat, like all the the other girls.
Me and Chris were watching a movie along with nick and matt, it was so peaceful until Chris touched my thigh and slowly traced circles over the old scars. I jumped because my things were to big and not small and i don’t have a thigh gap, i felt so disgusting. Chris thought he did something wrong, nick and matt stared at me and asked if im ok.. I wasn’t i was an ugly beast. I looked at Chris and saw the guilt on his face because he thought he made me uncomfortable, that wasn’t the case i made myself uncomfortable because i’m so disgusting. I don’t even know how he hasn’t broken up with me when he can have any girl he wants.
I broke down crying and saying “i’m sorry i’m so ugly im sorry im sorry, don’t leave me” Chris was so confused. He told nick and matt to leave for he can talk to me.
I felt like a fool crying in front of them, i’m embarrassed.
Chris said “ there’s nothing you can do that would make me wanna leave you, tell me what’s wrong ma, i hate seeing you cry. Speak to me.” I told him how i felt, i told him that it was an off day since the morning. Chris couldn’t help but have tears well in his eyes, his pretty girl should never feel this way. He spoke into my ear as i cried into the middle of his chest wetting his top “ you’re so beautiful. You’re pretty than the sun it’s self “ he knew i loved the sun “ you’re the best person, you’re the best friend of all friends, and the greatest and best girlfriend i could’ve ever asked for, you’re more than i could ask for my love.”
I looked at chris’ eyes and i knew he was telling the truth. His eyes were full of love and honesty.
I stopped crying by this point and told the brunette boy with his piercing blue eyes looking down at me “ i love you pretty boy” chris went red like a tomato, the word pretty made his stomach wanna burst with love and butterflies. Chris finally got his composure, and said “ i love you pretty girl.” He kissed me with love no sexual tension just love and carried me in bridal style to his room for we can sleep all our worries away together.
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sunwoo yandere prompts 13 and 23
“your screams are music to my ears”
“i know your body better than you think”
(a few non-con elements, sadism, blood, not proofread)
running. hiding. crying. trying to find a way out. you’d been locked in his house for maybe close to a month?? but today, by some ounce of luck, you found a way out of the room sunwoo had kept you locked you in. but that luck quickly ran out. the room you were locked before was dark and cold. you’re out of it now, but there’s still nowhere to go. all the windows are locked and all the doors as well and no matter how hard you kicked on them, they wouldn’t open. tears unknowingly had started to stream down your face out of frustration and you felt as if you were going to fall to your knees and break down. your awfully bloodied knees, the bruises running down your thighs. but you couldn’t stop here. you’ve made it this far after all..
you decide to just try to break one of the windows. punching it, kicking it, and you did end up cracking it, at the expense of your hands because they were now all cut and bloodied. but what was new ? only this time the blood was not caused by sunwoo. in your “tantrum”…you didn’t notice the front door opening and the man himself walking in. you didn’t notice him standing behind you. his eye boring into the back of your neck.
“are you done?”
he sounded bored but at the same time, very amused. you whipped your head around so fast, now face to face with “the beast.”
he moved slightly forward, causing you to jump a little which only made him laugh. that was probably the reaction he wanted. meanwhile you’re trying to look anywhere but at him for a way out of this. a way to move past him.
“i’m awfully impressed. how’d you get the door open?”
you don’t respond. he looks down at your bloodied hands.
“plus…you wanted out so bad that you cut up your beautiful hands. you hate me so much it’s amusing”
you turn back around and hit the window more causing a small hole and you start to scream for help. a smirk growing on his face. he moves right behind you and turns you around, holding your arms to your side.
“your screams are music to my ears”
his eyes were staring into you as if daring you to scream again. and you did. but only for a second before his lips came crashing into yours. his hands still holding your arms to your sides and the only thing you can do is try to move your head. he finally moved away and you kept your eyes squeezed shut, refusing to look at him after that.
“i know your body better than you think”
he paused.
“i know what you like,”
he stares at your lips..
“i know what make you feel good..,”
he ghosts his lips over your neck and you open your eyes immediately.
“and i know what makes you feel pain.”
he grabs one of your hands in his and squeezes it, causing more blood to stream out, and causes you to wince. he looks you in your now watering eyes, threatening to let tears spill from the stinging pain as he still holds onto your hand.
“you can hate me all you want. in fact, i encourage it. but sometimes you have to hurt the ones you love. this is my way of saying i love you, and your hatred is only you saying you love me back.”
he smiles.
“you’re sooo sweet. i love you too honey.”
#yandere kpop#yandere boy#yandere tbz#yandere the boyz#yandere sunwoo#yandere sunwoo x reader#yandere kpop oneshot#yandere kpop drabble#yandere prompt#yandere kpop prompt#yandere x reader#yandere kpop x reader#yandere kpop reactions#yandere kpop imagines#yandere tbz oneshot#yandere kpop drabbles#yandere kpop reaction#yandere kpop scenario#yandere kpop imagine
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I read the quote you posted from golden son and I didn’t immediately read the tags so I was going crazy because I remembered the scene differently, but since I have only read GS translated in my language I thought it was a translation change. But now I feel dumb because what are the RR snippets I need more of whatever that was because that was beautiful, the lancelot part got me screaming crying and throwing up. please help😭
Thanks for the ask!
My copy of Red Rising (which is just a standard American mass–market paperback I bought back in 2016) has a teaser for Golden Son at the end, excerpts from Ch. 11–12, which cover the Gala. It is mostly consistent with the corresponding parts of GS, with less dialogue and detail and overall polishing than the actual book, but there’s the occasional thing that got cut or changed in the final version. Strangely, the teaser at the end of my GS is identical to its corresponding scene in Morning Star—it’s the prologue—so I’m not sure whether this was deliberate.
Here’s the official version of THAT scene:
He of the bloodydamn golden curls is with the girl who nursed me to health in the winter, who helped me remember Eo's dream. His hand on her waist. His lips whispering into her ear. As surely as Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart.
His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft, hands steady. Shoulders powerful, made for war. Face made for the hearts of court. And he wears the rising sun of the Morning Knight. The rumors are true. It rips through the party. The Sovereign has made him one of the twelve. Despite the fact that I won the Institute, he's risen higher, tearing through the Dueling Circuit on Luna like an ancestor possessed. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death.
But here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile. In his Golden body he has all I have and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. More handsome. Wealthier. He has a better laugh and people think him kinder. Yet he has none of my burdens.
And this is the teaser from RR:
He of the bloodydamn golden curls is with the girl who nursed me to health in the winter, who helped me remember Eo's dream. His hand on her waist. His lips whispering into her ear. As surely Cassius au Bellona put a sword in my stomach, he now sticks a dagger in my heart.
His hair thick and lustrous. His chin cleft. His hands steady. Form powerful. Shoulders made for war. Face made for the women of court. And he wears a crown badge. The Sovereign has taken him for one of her lancers. Despite the fact that I won at the Institute, he's risen higher, tearing through the Dueling Circuit on Luna like an ancestor possessed. I've watched him on the HC, watched him stalk around the Bleeding Place as another Gold lies near death. He stalks like a famished beast as if one life cannot sate the hunger that roils inside him.
Here, now, he dazzles, charms. Face split with a white smile, he is the man fit for stories of romance, a Lancelot galloping from myth to steal a woman who could have been, but never was, my Guinevere. His is a charmed birth. He has all I have in his Golden body and more. He is faster on his feet than I. As tall. He is more handsome. Wealthier. A golden knight. He has a better laugh and people think him kinder. He does not have my burdens.
As you can see, the final version is a little more eloquent and better–worded. The teaser is rawer and a little clumsier. But… whoever cut the Lancelot and insatiable beast bits out should go to Deepgrave, fr, because they’re just 🤌🏽
With the exception of THAT scene, the differences are minor, the Final Cut being obviously superior and often opulent by comparison. Still, there are some notable omissions that didn’t make it, like—
A brief but important conversation between Darrow and Karnus (where he guzzles like, four glasses of wine in less than a minute; Eagle Rest needs an AA chapter, apparently) about butter, in which they establish that A) Lunese food has too much butter and not enough salt and that B) butter is disgusting and makes them feel like pigs.
Karnus also mentions that Julian loved butter so much he ate it by the stick, alone. Wtf, Julian.
Darrow also remarks at one point that A) Martians pride punctuality and always arrive on time, that B) Venusians disdain it and are always fashionably late, and that C) Lunese either come first or last, to keep people guessing and mess with their heads, ofc.
(I like to imagine the Raa being equally punctual and Dido coming to dinner two hours late wearing a diaphanous dress and body glitter, getting criminally offensive side–eye.)
Secret canon facts! Reblog for Lancelot Cassius and Carny Julian.
#dassius#darrow x cassius#i said what i said#the Gala was fueled by Dassius UST#and rampant Bellona alcoholism#red rising#red rising saga#golden son#darrow of lykos#cassius au bellona#karnus au bellona#julian au bellona#Gala appreciation post#alternate version#weird little inconsistencies
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getting in on the fun because i only have few days left to wear my clown make up with pride.
as much as i would love to see a full confirmed tedbecca endgame, i am not the most confident in that happening at this point. and even though i might be a little bummed, i would be okay with them not going there so long as they really take the time to acknowledge just how fundamentally important these two have been to one another and give their relationship the attention it deserves in this last episode.
with that being said, i believe it would truly be a disservice to these two characters if we did not get an “i love you”. and before you write me off as tedbecca trash (i mean, i am but not the point) HEAR ME OUT. i don't NEED it to be in a romantic context at all. in fact, the one thing i keep coming back to that gives me quite a bit of comfort is how 30 rock handled jack and liz.
if tedbecca really is nothing more than platonic soulmates, they still deserve no less than what jack and liz got in their finale. which was honestly a beautiful scene that paid respect to the relationship between these two characters. that acknowledged how indispensable they had been to one another. that made me cry. and if they can do that on a show like 30 rock, that never took itself too seriously and was often irreverent about so many things, surely a show as earnest as ted lasso would do AT LEAST this.
what might this scene look like you ask? oh don't worry. i got you covered.
to preface: i like to think of it as a sort of hybrid of the 30 rock jack/liz finale scene and the fantastic beasts newt/tina scene before he gets on the boat all wrapped up in an airport scene because of course it is.
i am operating on the popular assumption that ted told rebecca at the end of the last episode that he is moving back to the states. and as such, some of the finale episode is focused on ted trying to have dedicated moments with each character as a way to say goodbye (ie. crown & anchor one last time with beard).
so i would think that for rebecca it would be their last biscuits with the boss. but due to plot reasons (maybe rebecca is off helping bex with her divorce or whatever that storyline is going to be), they are unable to get the timing right and that last moment never happens.
ted, taking a page out of doctor sharon’s book, decides he will at the very least write her a goodbye letter. he pairs it with a fresh box of biscuits, along with the recipe, and leaves it all with higgins to give her.
rebecca, however, does not take this as an acceptable send off. when presented to her, her expression is unreadable, but almost looks angry. she snatches the letter from higgins and marches out.
~airport scene~
ted is in the airport with henry (yes i decided he comes to london to see the last match and if this does not happen, i blame michelle). they are walking toward their gate.
rebecca: (spotting ted & henry) THEODORE LASSO!
her tone carries across the terminal. she sounds angry. ted’s head snaps up. he sees her almost immediately. he looks confused. rebecca continues making her way toward them. once she is almost in front of the two, ted leans down to henry.
ted: hey bud, why don't you go buy us a pretzel and i’ll catch up to you in a sec?
as ted is saying this he is searching his pockets for money. at the same time rebecca is already in front of them. her expression softens a little toward henry. she pulls out cash from her pocket.
rebecca: (handing henry the money) it’s on me.
henry examines the bill.
henry: this is a hundred pounds.
rebecca: and keep the change. (&take that doctor jacob)
henry looks to his dad for permission. ted just shrugs. henry takes this as the green light to go get his pretzel. he runs off contentedly. ted turns his attention back to rebecca whose expression has returned to angry.
rebecca: (holding up the letter) what the fuck is this?
ted: (still looking confused) did you read it?
rebecca: no i didn’t fucking read it. what the fuck is this?
it’s subtle, but her tone shifts from pure anger to anger laced with hurt.
ted: yeah, i’m sorry about that. i wanted to say your goodbye in person, but you were busy all day and then before i knew it i had to make like a tree and leave (looks up, sees rebecca is unamused. this is not the time for folksy wordplay) ...for my flight.
rebecca is still holding up the letter. this did not answer her question. ted takes the hint and continues.
ted: but i didn't want to go without saying anything so i wrote that and left it with higgy for when you got back.
rebecca nods. taking in what he is saying. she folds the letter into quarters. creasing it a couple times, mulling over her next words.
rebecca: (much softer now. but the hurt is still audible) did it ever occur to you that you’re not the only one who needs to say goodbye, ted?
comprehension finally dawns on ted. a contrite look crosses his face, but he stays silent. he knows she is not done speaking.
rebecca: because i cannot fathom the idea of you back in kansas not knowing exactly how much you have meant to richmond. and to me.
she gives a soft smile. he meets her eyes, wordlessly telling her she can go on.
rebecca: (somewhat pulling back from the moment) i hope it’s something you already know. so perhaps me making the point of saying this is a terrible waste of your time. and now that i’m thinking about it this whole dramatic airport chase is starting to feel a bit foolish. i’m sorry. i shouldn’t’ve––
ted: oklahoma.
ted has not broken his gaze the whole time. rebecca meets his eyes again, a little surprised at how quickly he cut her off. she nods.
rebecca: right. then. i’ll just say it. because this is something you of all people deserves to not only know but to hear.
beat.
rebecca: and it’s the best way i can properly express how profoundly important to me you have grown.
beat.
rebecca: so i’m just going to say it now.
longer beat. rebecca is struggling to say what she wants to say. her eyes are starting to grow glassy, but not quite tear-filled.
rebecca: i don't know why this is so difficult. what i am trying to say...
rebecca closes her eyes, trying to recapture the confidence she had at the start of the conversation.
ted: it’s okay. you don't have to. (simply) i love you, too.
rebecca’s eyes dart back open to meet ted’s. her expression is blank for a moment then she quickly pulls him into a hug (very truth bomb #1), which he immediately reciprocates. she hugs him a little tighter.
rebecca: i love you.
still in the hug, ted cracks a smile.
ted: hey. there it is.
they break apart. ted is still grinning. rebecca is wiping away a tear, but smiling as well.
ted: now that wasn’t so bad.
rebecca lets out a tear-filled laugh and lightly shakes her head ‘no’. she smiles back at him.
she wipes her eyes again, happy with herself that she was able to say what she wanted to say.
rebecca: well, then. off you pop!
rebecca gives him a nod, letting him know he can go back to his son. ted turns back toward henry. about halfway he stops and looks back at rebecca, who is still standing in the same spot. she gives him an encouraging smile and a small wave, which he returns.
once she sees ted has rejoined henry, rebecca smiles to herself, turns on her heel, and starts to leave.
henry: rebecca!
rebecca turns back at the sound of her name and sees henry running toward her, pretzel in hand. ted is jogging behind him.
henry: i wanted to say thank you.
rebecca: oh no need to thank me. you’re very welcome for the pretzel.
henry looks down at his pretzel.
henry: oh not that! well, thank you for that too, but i meant thank you for everything you've done for my dad. it made it a lot easier being away from him knowing he has nice people like you who care about him over here.
rebecca: (looking at ted) well he certainly does. (turning to henry) it was my pleasure, henry.
rebecca extends her hand to henry. they shake.
ted puts his hand on henry’s shoulder.
ted: come on, bud, we should get over to the gate and let rebecca head home.
henry: okay. we’ll see you tomorrow?
rebecca: (deeply confused) sorry, what’s tomorrow?
henry: the first digital biscuits with the boss, karlie kloss!
rebecca shoots ted a look. ted raises his hands in surrender and points to henry.
ted: all his idea. and only if you’re up for it. but we figured we could facetime you. even if it’s just once a week or once a month and––
rebecca: that sounds wonderful.
rebecca beams at ted and henry.
ted: good. well, we best be going. say goodbye.
henry: (waving while already turning away) bye, rebecca!
rebecca: bye, henry!
ted takes a step toward rebecca. he reaches for the letter that has been clasped in her hand this whole time. he undoes the extra folds she had nervously made, until it resembles how it looked when higgins first gave it to her (save for the additional creases).
ted presents it back to her.
ted: goodbye, rebecca.
rebecca: (carefully taking the still unopened letter) goodbye, ted.
they hold each other’s gaze for one beat longer. and then he is back with henry walking toward the gate. they don't look back again.
~cut to~ rebecca in the back of her car leaving the airport.
she is looking out the window, but redirects her gaze to the letter still in her hand. rebecca finally gives in and opens the letter.
she pulls out a piece of paper with a single sentence written on it. she rereads it a couple times over, smiling to herself: i think i’ll miss you most of all.
i was going to end it at off you pop. but i couldn’t resist giving henry the chance to interact with rebecca since we were robbed of this dynamic. i think i got a little off message along the way. well i hope you enjoyed this chaos anyway.
**bonus details for the shippers I left out of the scene:
-when ted is searching his pockets for cash, he pulls out the green matchbook again
-part of the reason this interaction can take place at all is because the flight had been delayed. due to weather. thunder and lightning.
-and as part of his thank you to rebecca, henry gives her another army man, so hers doesn’t get lonely. and he mistakenly calls it a green matchbook army man (ted politely corrects him, it is a matchbox army man, but the damage is done)
#ted lasso#rebecca welton#ted x rebecca#tedbecca#ted lasso speculation#dont mind me and my clown make up#i believe in believe
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Based off the new Aaravos little teaser poster on twitter (featuring Taylor Swift)
Lavender Face
Cocoon
Anti Heroes
No More Breach
You’re Mine Now, Kid
Midnight Snack
Reflection...?
Villain Stuff
Beguiled
Mirror, Mirror
Consequence
Lip Service
Checkmate
Lavender face and cocoon are obviously a reference to the purple / bug creature. Anti Heroes, I would imagine, is referring to him, Viren, Claudia, and Terry - or maybe the “Fallen Stars” that the 4x02 title indicates. “You’re Mine Now Kid” could refer to both Callum and Claudia as his two other main pawns, and because we see Aaravos whispering in her ear now the way he did to all his other pawns in the past.
No More Breach is the most fascinating to me since the Breach is famously the division between Xadia and the Pentarchy, but can also refer to breaching containment and possibly the fact he’s no longer in the cocoon. So could mean anything, but Aaravos has broken the Breach before; no reason he can’t do it again
Midnight snack is interesting but I suppose we may see what Moth-avos eats, has to eat? As well as the cannibalistic overtones of dark magic.
Reflection...? is modelled after “Questions...?” and is an obvious reference to the mirror, although we know Callum is likely leaving Katolis sooner rather than later and won’t physically be with the mirror past 4x04 or 4x05-ish? It could also be in terms of a character reflecting on their actions, which makes me think Viren and/or Rayla and maybe Ezran and Zubeia.
“Beguiled” means to lead someone by deception or to charm them, which I think has to refer to Callum, since if Aaravos does turn Claudia away from her father, it’ll be by revealing the truth (i.e. that Viren lied in 3x03) rather than drawing her deeper in with falsehoods.
“Mirror mirror” is a reference to fairy tales and asking often for visions of people (i.e. “Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” showing not the evil queen, but Snow white) as well as enchanted mirrors showing glimpses of loved ones upon request sometimes (Beauty and the Beast). This could be again, either Callum or Claudia I think (Claudia finally getting to the see ‘the one with answers’ that Aaravos mentioned) or Callum being drawn further into Aaravos’ web
Consequence is likely a reference to Callum getting dragged in deeper and making some kind of mistake, resulting in him losing Rayla again (cue the crying scene with her blades) and resolving to get her back, perfectly lining up with 1x04 when he also took a miscalculated risk for the sake of magical help/knowledge/power. I could also see this referring to a split of some kind between Claudia and Viren, but it almost feels a little too early, so maybe not: maybe just Viren realizing the consequences his actions have had on Claudia?
“Lip service” refers to “expressing approval of or support for (something) without taking any significant action” which makes me think Aaravos may not be the one orchestrating the final stages that will lead to his release, but sitting back as it were and watching Claudia do the dirty work for him. This indicates to me that enough is in motion (a bluff, maybe, or threat) that Aaravos knows he doesn’t need to do much else in order to get
Checkmate is the most interesting change to me, since Mastermind already fits Aaravos perfectly as a descriptor. However, I’ve been talking about TDP’s chess symbolism as soon as we saw Viren’s ‘piece’ with speculation abounding. Checkmate is when you back the other player into a corner where there is no piece they can sacrifice in order to protect their king or place their king can go to safety, and well: I think I know exactly who the metaphorical king is going to be.
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CW: It’s all discussed/implied/talked about and non graphic, but themes of: loss; child death; pregnancy; forced pregnancy; infertility; implied noncon; grief; angst;
He’s received a letter, a Scorpion pressed onto the wax sigil was enough for him to know exactly what it was about.
They had gone too far by torturing Crow, so much so he had to carry him all the way back to his home by fear of him not making it on his own and becoming food for the beasts that roamed the borders at night.
And when he knocked on the door, the woman received them with a cold rage, helping Crow in and slamming the door back on Wolf’s face.He also caught a glimpse of a white board, their plans scribbled all over it, the bird-like thing drawn over it.
So now he has a very rude letter on his hands demanding some form of compensation from The Lamb’s group, addressed to Raine himself, and Wolf takes it up to his room.
He’s about to call him, but he stops. Raine is sitting on the balcony, red robes loosely draped over him falling over a shoulder and exposing up a breast, all bathed in twilight and the torch lights in the balcony, his hands gently rubbing circles on the skin of his belly, their own golden light gleaming from his fingertips.
As beautiful as it is tragic, the Lamb does his best at healing himself, his insides. But scars aren’t wounds, and cannot be fixed, not even when he’s the most powerful healer of the City.
He knows that well enough himself, as he uncomfortably shifts the weight of his body back to his left leg, now far too aware of the metal limb to want to weigh upon it.
He walks quietly to his side, pocketing the letter because it's not time for that now, when he’s so fragile. This scene repeats itself sometimes. Its always painful.
For a while he doesn’t speak so he isn’t sure Lamb even realized he’s there. But finally, Lamb tilts his head just slightly, flapping his ears, eyes closing to keep the tears from falling.
"Do you think I'd be a good mommy?" He asks in his little broken voice. They've done this before, but much like scars, emotional wounds are things he cannot heal, so all there is to it is… grieve. Over and over and over and over, till it stops hurting so much.
"The best" Wolf says softly, just standing close by, and for once, it’s genuine. Lamb might really really be good, even with the cards they were dealt.
He notices the tears falling, faster than Lamb can afford to clean them.
“Maybe one day you’ll be able to” Wolf says, very very cautious. This prompts Lamb to just stop the healing spell, the golden light subsiding, his hands pale and shaky, exhaustion drawn all over his face.
Lamb lays against him, eyes closing, sniffing and nuzzling on Wolf’s chest. He stares at Wolf’s fake leg, guilty ridden.. Wolf would never, ever hold that over Lamb’s head, and they don’t really talk about it anymore… But sometimes Lamb still seems to look so very distraught about it. More so than the wolf himself does.
“I wonder if any of them survived” He tears up again, a lump forming on his throat and strangling his voice “...They said they didn’t. But what if they lied? Are they alone now? In that awful place, just crying and wanting their mommy back? And mommy isn’t there to hold them… Do they think I abandoned them?”
He breaks down, hiding his face on his palms and sobbing hard, as Wolf pets the wooly hair., Lamb keeps punishing and torturing himself with those thoughts, over and over. The idea of the babys’ death was terrible, but it's not worse than the perspective of them being alive in a world as miserable as the one Lamb originated in.
“They are okay Lamb. One way or the other… I’m sure they are okay” he nuzzles, letting him cry it out.
"It 's unfair. They should have survived, not me”
Lamb looks up, staring at the torches who hold the fire, the god he chose to worship “It’s not fair”, he repeats out loud, accusatory, at the god he himself elevated and raised a cult around. All consuming, light-giving, but still mute, uncaring “Not fair”
“No. It’s not fair” Wolf agrees, even if the plea was not for him.
“I… I didn’t even love them, back then. Or- I think I didn’t. I- It was just so cold, so dark and they kept… kept hurting me. And I hated that they were there, growing inside me… but…” he sobs “But I sang for them and I talked to them sometimes and… and whenever they took them from me… And I… It was always too late you know? I loved them, but I loved them too late and I can’t take it off my head now”
“Even if you had… that would only have hurt you more” he whispers.
“No, no. They deserved love” he sobs.
He can’t speak anymore, just sobbing himself into exhaustion. By the time he quiets, the darkness has fallen over Patchwork City, its many disjointed neighborhoods falling silent.
“Why are you here, anyway?” Lamb asks, sniffing away and swallowing the hiccups.
“Oh-” he pulls it out his pocket, having completely forgotten about it “Scorpio sent a letter”
“Of course she did. I beat up her pet” He rolls his eyes and pouts, looking a little more like himself even when they are still watery and red from the tears “She should be glad I even sent him back alive”
He nods in agreement. He can’t really say otherwise, not when he’s already so angry about them sleeping together… And not after a moment like this.
“Something about Plague Doctors too, I’m afraid”
“Plague Doctors?” He sounds alarmed, getting up and walking to the edge of the balcony, taking up a binocular “Where? Fuck we can’t have another infestation of those - Okay here’s what we’ll do-”
He smiles, watching Lamb frantically walk around the room, getting some paper and starting to take notes, now having forgotten his grief, at least momentarily, as he seeks to protect his part of the city.
I think you’ll see it anyways but @whump-blog hi lol
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There is a truth that no one ever tells about becoming gods and monsters.
There's a story no one hears - maybe it's because you killed them all, he seems to hear her voice whisper.
It has a smell, victory; it tastes like burnt flesh and molten metal.
It has a taste, victory; blood, the inconsolable tears of the hero that has lost, dispersing between the last lines of the fairy tale.
The dragon ate you whole, Alex had laughed, tilting her head towards her shoulder and watching humanity cry.
Plic.
Wesker turns, breathes in, his monster-god nature has made him more sensitive to everything, the smells sting his nostrils, the sight showing him a living darkness, which moves at his command.
"Al." she calls him, and he turns - a Pavlovian reflex.
Alex meets his eyes, sleepy and warm - the sheet rolled up at the bottom of the bed, leaving her naked and exposed.
He feels her move behind him, then resting her chin on his shoulder and rubbing the tip of her nose on his neck.
"Can't you sleep?"
A god does not sleep, he would like to answer her, and in the end it would only be the truth - another gift-pledge requested by the Uroboros.
Alex seems to catch his answer anyway, following his gaze and staring at the still dark sky - red and orange bursts in the distance, the staunch defense of a dying world.
"It's almost finished." she whispers, and if before the Progenitor had made him an apex predator now, with the Uroboros crawling under his skin, around his heart, he can even perceive the small ripples on Alex's skin, the softness of her nipples against his back - the smell of her cunt, a strange mix of his seed and her orgasm.
Alex puts her hands on his shoulders, inviting him to turn around - to look at her: naked and pale, the virus has sanctified her, making her white everywhere, except between her thighs, in her eyes, where she is red and alive, pulsating like the frenzy with which they had fucked just before.
"It hurts?" she asks, touching his chest — the Ouroboros reaching out towards her, touching and caressing her breasts, her pink and now hard nipples.
"No." he replies, sighing when she touches his new heart everted between his ribs - wonder and shame of a virus that was devouring the world.
Alex runs along its blackish veins with her fingertips, focusing on the faint orange luminescence that it emits with every heartbeat - curious, delicate.
"Good." is all she tells him, sliding onto him and brushing his cock with her cunt.
Wesker inhales sharply, Alex's scent becoming more intense, brutal.
Exciting.
“Fuck me, Al.” she whispers, tracing his lower lip with her thumb and smiling when he bites it, letting blood drips.
"Fuck me, brother." she repeats, opening up to him and inviting him.
Wesker lets his hand slide between her thighs, a tentacle curling around her neck, barely squeezing it.
Alex moans, Wesker sinks his fingers into her cunt, finding her wet and supple - still soft from his tongue from before.
And she is so beautiful that his heart aches for her.
She's beautiful, and she is his; she is while he is deep-knuckles in her, watching her as she arches back and whispers his name - the Ouroboros unfolding like the great and terrible beast that it is.
She is beautiful, and she is finally safe - in his memories he mixes the little girl with the peeled toes of her shiny black shoes and a deep-rooted antipathy for gingerbread men to the woman who had extended a hand to him under the red and white aegis of Umbrella, binding him to a chain worse than love.
Flesh and blood and understanding.
Alex tightens around his fingers, dripping on them - and the world dies while she moans, outside the Tower a silence that finally has the flavor of peace.
He flips her over between the tangled sheets, taking her chin between the fingers of the same hand that until a few moments before had been between her thighs and thrusting into her - eliciting a surprised gasp and a moan.
He is hard and it is almost painful the way she bends under him - a body that he had seen fade and thin out year after year.
Nevermore.
Wesker taps his ring finger under her chin, inviting her to look at him - and Alex does, her sclera completely black, her iris a deep red, almost that of a freshly cut artery.
And he's so deep inside her — he can almost feel the outline of his cock if he places his hand on her flat, taut abdomen.
Alex sketches a half smile and does something that makes her cunt seem even tighter
The Uroboros vibrates, the wind coming through the open windows of her loft brings with it snow and ash - between them an orange glow that turns both gold.
Like gods. Or monsters.
Wesker thrusts himself into her, leaning down and kissing her - the virus closing in on them, a black and shiny alcove.
In that darkness their names are lost and they become only desire and need.
Stunning masterpiece from the lovely @madbedlam
#albert wesker#alex wesker#my fanfiction#resident evil#weskers#alex wesker x albert wesker#albert wesker/alex wesker#weskercest#post resident evil 5
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No way do I believe Terry just left Daniel after beating him in Stingray's apartment. Not when he was giving such a golden opportunity to take his time with him. He'd gather Daniel into his arms, trapping him in a steely embrace in his lap, whispering sweet poison into Daniel's ears until Daniel shook apart wracked with sobs. Only when Daniel completely exhausted himself and lie boneless in Terry's grasp would Terry scoop him up and gently put him to bed, leaving aspirin and water nearby.
Okay - officially freaked out because I was thinking thoughts today about this.
An AU idea of either Amanda doesn’t come back so he’s at Terry’s tender mercies or she does but Daniel is persuaded to stay with Terry.
After the fight, he looks at his Danny boy, who to me, looked like he was tapped out / the eyes slower and slower to open, finally closed and not opening on the parting shot of his face which transitions to him lying motionless on his side.
Terry picks him up easily, cradling him close, carrying him to the car where his driver waits. Nothing would be said of course and his personal doctor would be there waiting for them.
He’s checked over, to make sure there’s no real damage. For his plan to work, Terry wants (needs) to break Danny just enough that he will need to be put back together and made whole by Terry’s hand, not shatter him.
I’ve talked about kintsukuroi in relation to Terry and Daniel before - on an answer or reblog in the last few days and in a story I wrote (can’t remember which one).
But it’s perfect for them. An object that you love breaks but not past repair, so it’s put back together with gold - made whole again - stronger in some cases - but the damage always remains - and although the cracks are easily seen they’re just so beautiful - a glittering gold for all to see.
Both scenarios start off the same but diverge after this point
Scenario 1)
Daniel realizing Amanda’s not coming back, and that no one is in his corner (except Chozen - bless) but that just makes it easier for Terry to get even more in his head, deeper than he already is at this point.
If you want go darker, Terry keeping him drugged to help with the compliancy or giving Daniel pain meds as a reward for his good behaviour 🤷♀️
Scenario 2) darker right from the start.
Amanda does come back …. Only it’s AFTER a few days have gone by.
Daniel has been at Terry’s and while in no pain - Terry made sure he had the good stuff - between drifting in and out of consciousness, Terry had made it quite clear what will happen if Daniel continues down this path.
He won’t get hurt / but his family will.
“What I’ll do to them / you’ll wish I had only wrapped them up in cobra Kai gis.”
“I gave you warnings. I gave you an out - that you did not take. Do you think I do that for anyone?”
“You should have taken it - so sure of yourself you were. If you had none of this would have happened Danny. You realize that? None of it. So, everything that’s happened since then, is all on you Danny. No one else. I wouldn’t have had to do this if you hadn’t made me,” reaching out to run a thumb along the bruise on his face, Daniel flinching back. Terry ignores that, continuing “ and yet still, I’m going to give you the chance to clean up your mess.”
“I wasn’t lying. I liked the attitude on you but, you still need to know your place. It seems you have forgotten .”
Like a more messed up beauty and the beast - Belle exchanging her freedom (herself) for her father - a prisoner in his castle, Danny stays in Terry’s mansion in exchange for his family’s (and his friends and the very valley’s) safety.
Belle only had a mirror to the outside world while Danny has big wide windows, the illusion of space, but they’re both captive to their decisions, although not like really had a choice / even if they were told they did.
A+++ ask - thanks for sharing esp Daniel crying in Terry’s arms before giving into exhaustion 🥹🥹🥹
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Calamity(ish) Xie Lian and Wu Ming Beauty and the Beast(ish) au.
Wu Ming has escaped into the woods, injured and on the run. Persecuted because of his blood red eye. The woods are said to be haunted, so nobody dares follow him in. He gets lost and collapses, succumbing to his injuries.
When we wakes up, he’s in a grand bedroom, tucked into a large bed while a fire burns in the hearth. He’s been bandaged up and put into clean clothes. He sits up.
A figure in white funeral robes and wearing a laughing crying mask sits before the fire.
“You’ll stay here until your injuries heal, then I will escort you back to your village,” he says without turning around.
“I have nothing waiting for me there,” Wu Ming replies. He doesn’t even have a proper name.
The figure in white pauses.
“Then you may stay here, as long as you desire.”
“What may I call you?” he asks.
The man pauses.
“Your Highness.”
Then he leaves.
The next morning, breakfast is waiting for him. It’s finer than anything he’s ever eaten. In the wardrobe, there are beautiful robes, in all colors with fine embroidery. He finds the plainest one, black.
When he leaves the room, he quickly realizes he’s in a palace. An empty palace.
He finds a library, full of books he can’t read, a throne room with a broken throne, and finally an armory and training ground. That’s where finally finds his host.
Wu Ming watches, as the figure in white practices forms. His movements are steady and sure. Wu Ming has never properly learned to fight, not beyond the tussles he got into in the village.
“Are you going to watch or will you spar with me?” the man asks.
So Wu Ming joins in on the field and is quickly tossed to the ground. The man is strong.
“You show promise,” he said.
“Will you train me?” Wu Ming asks.
And the man agrees.
The next few weeks, Wu Ming spends more and more time with His Highness. He teaches Wu Ming martial forms, how to spar. He says he has a natural affinity to the saber and Wu Ming beams with pride.
His Highness spends time in the library. Wu Ming asks for paper and ink. He can’t write, but he’s always had an inclination for art. He draws His Highness as he reads. Over and over again until he gets it right. His Highness never looks and makes not comment on his drawing.
When His Highness learns he can’t read or write, he begins to teach him. Wu Ming learns quickly, though his handwriting leaves much to be desired. He tears through books, soaking up knowledge that he’d never been fed before.
His Highness always wears his mask, always wears white. Wu Ming in turn, always keeps his right eye covered. Eventually an eyepatch is left in his room, so he stops wrapping his face in bandages. They never talk about it.
As they spend more time together, His Highness changes. His cold demeanor warms. He speaks softly and with kindness. He even laughs. They begin to spend every hour together.
Wu Ming is happier than he’s ever been.
Until one morning he can’t find His Highness. He’s not waiting in the banquet hall, to watch Wu Ming eat his breakfast. He’s not in the training grounds, he’s not in the library.
Something is wrong.
He searches room by room, until he finds what must be His Highness’s chambers. He’s collapsed on the floor.
“Don’t come near me!” He says.
Wu Ming stops before he can get too close.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m succumbing to it now,” His Highness replies. “My time is up.”
“Please let me help!” he begs.
“There’s nothing you can do.”
Then Wu Ming is told a story. A story of a beloved teenaged prince, who believed in the goodness of people, that spoke of happiness through tribulation. A prince who drew the ire of a sorcerer who cursed him, so that all would scorn the prince. That none would love him.
A disease, one that would ravage his body and leave him ugly. One that he would eventually succumb to, unless someone could love him despite it.
Wu Ming had never seen His Highness’s face. But nothing could make him stop loving him.
He approaches his prince, who for the first time is without his mask. His face is scarred, scarred with human faces. Human face disease.
“Now you see,” His Highness says with resignation.
Wu Ming kneels beside him, the reaches up to his own face and removes the eyepatch.
“Now you also see,” he said.
“You’re beautiful,” His Highness replies.
“You are too,” Wu Ming says.
Then he leans down and kisses him.
The world suddenly bursts into light.
When it’s gone, the prince’s face his clear. He sits up, hands touching the smooth skin of his face. Tears run down his face.
His Highness turns to Wu Ming.
“You saved me,” he gasps.
“I love you,” Wu Ming replies.
They kiss again and when His Highness pulls back, he speaks.
“Call me Xie Lian.”
#hualian#tgcf#an idea I toyed with writing as a fic#but decided against it#but still wanted to share the au!#my fic
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Happy WIP Wednesday and thank you for the tags @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @forabeatofadrum @confused-bi-queer. Your WIPs are all amazing and I can't wait to read them when they post.
I haven’t written anything new, though I’m deep into an outline for an 8th year canon divergence fic that begins at the wedding where Premal’s friend Sam got into it with one of the Grimm cousins. Spoiler alert: Simon and Baz were there in my version.
Instead I thought I might offer a few deleted/alternate versions of scenes from What’s Left (which is finally done, I posted the epilogue on Sunday). Under the cut, because it’s very long!
Tags for folks I know have read/started reading What’s Left (because I’m not sure who else would actually be interested in reading this at this point): @creepyspice @captain-aralias @bookish-bogwitch @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @gekkoinapeartree @technetiumai @artsyunderstudy @im-gettingby @ivelovedhimthroughworse @yellobb @mrskrementz @angelsfalling16. And also tags for anyone else who sees this because I love to see your WIPs!
From Chapter 8 in the Mage’s storage locker. I had this bit in Sid’s POV before I decided that Sid was actually going to be the competent one in that scene instructing Baz on how to search the place without causing the cursed furniture to attack them:
“I’ll just sit here,” I say, lowering myself into a comfortable looking wingback chair, just as Baz screams “Nooooooo!” from his corner of the cramped space. I feel myself sinking into it. It’s deeper and softer than I expected and I close my eyes, lulled by a deep sense of comfort until I feel myself being yanked forcibly to my feet, a jolt of pain running through my shoulder.
“Damn Baz, what the fuck?” I cry.
“I should be asking you that? I told you not to touch anything, and next thing I see you getting yourself eaten by a cursed armchair!”
“I mean, I didn’t touch it, I sat in it.”
“That’s touching it, Sid. With your arse. Your arse counts.”
Something about Baz talking about my arse makes me blush, though I don’t exactly know why.
“I probably should have left you in there,” he goes on. “To keep you out of the way while I search this place.”
He casts Be Our Guest on the wingback. “This should stop it from attacking you again.”
“Beauty and the Beast,” I mouth at him.
He rolls his eyes.
From Chapter 8 on the car ride to Essex, I had this whole long sequence in Baz’s POV of them talking about what happened with Phillipa and the tape recorder in fifth year. But, I had already covered this ground earlier in the chapter to some extent, so I dropped it.
What made it in to the chapter was only the first line of this snippet:
“Why don’t you tell me about something terrible I did to you last night in your dreams?” I venture, trying to move the conversation into more familiar territory.
I regret it immediately.
“Well, I did dream about the day you stole Phillipa’s voice…” he says. I wince.
“Right. Of course”
“That was pretty stupid, Baz. Simon was able to do magic without his voice anyway, you saw him do it all the time. Seems pointless.”
“Fiona,” is my only response to that.
“But Baz, why did you do it?”
“I just told you. Fiona.”
“No, I mean, why did you do it?” He pauses, considering, before quietly continuing. “You loved him by then, didn’t you?”
If they could get any paler, my knuckles would be white, I grip the steering wheel so hard. “So talking about my diary is back to being fair game again, is it?”
“Sorry. It’s - I think it might help me understand the things I see and feel in the dreams if you could explain.”
“No, it’s okay. I just…” How do I even explain this? “I hated the sight of him. I hated what he did to me.”
“Hmmm,” Sid hums. “It didn’t always look like you hated him. He watched you, Baz, all the time. He liked looking at you -”
“I know.”
“- and there are… these moments I remember where you clearly don’t hate him.”
“Yes, well. You know. I was… conflicted. Tortured, some might say.”
“I think you said that, actually. In your journal.”
I glance over and see that he’s looked up from his lap, and is gazing at me with intense curiosity. He looks quickly down again, blushing. I can’t help but think he looks lovely, though I immediately chastise myself for even letting myself know it. It doesn’t help to know it.
“Anyway,” he finally says. “The whole reason I brought it up was to tell you that Simon saw it. I think he decided not to know it, probably because you had already soundly rejected him, but he saw it, for what it’s worth.”
He keeps going, like he can’t stop himself. “I mean, I’m not saying I really know what he felt, there are so many new… feelings in those dreams, like, even just hormonal stuff I guess, that comes with being a teenager, and it’s all so intense, and I’m still trying to make sense of it myself, and…” he trails off and stares out the window.
Now I can feel my cheeks trying to colour. Only the fact that I haven’t fed since last night is saving me from it. This is horribly awkward for too many reasons to count.
Just a dream, Basil. Just an illusion. Try not to - No. Scratch that. Do. Not. Think about it.
And, from Chapter 12, I rewrote the way Baz admits to Sid that he loves him MANY MANY times before settling on the version that appears in the story where it happens at the, ahem, climax of the chapter. Here is a different version of that, picking up in a Sid POV right after this line that WAS in the chapter (where he has admitted that he aged himself up in part to gain Simon’s memories of him and Baz getting together on Christmas Eve):
“I just want you to understand,” I continue in a low voice. “Can’t you see? How we’re the same? You were ready to die, that night in the forest, and not to save anyone either. Just because you were sad. Because it was all hopeless, and you thought Simon could never love you.”
But instead of leading right into the love scene, when Baz kisses him, there was a bit more drama. I dropped all of this because it slowed things down and I couldn’t figure out a good way to get them back to making out from here:
“No Sid,” he says and his voice is little more than a whisper. His lips are so close to mine, too close, I can feel them moving against my cheek. “I do understand. I do. You are the one who doesn’t understand.”
And then he forces his lips violently against mine. Without thinking about it, I open my mouth to let him in. This kiss is nothing like the one we shared earlier. All teeth and tongue.
He lets go of my shoulders and puts both of his hands on my face, and he kisses me so hard my chin hurts. He presses his entire body against mine. And for a minute, I let him. I rub his stomach the way I know he likes now, I slide my fingers under the hem of his shirt.
I let myself take what I want, and I give it all back to him tenfold. Everything I feel for him, everything Simon felt for him, how angry I am at the Mage for what he’s done, how angry I am at the world for how everything’s turned out. How angry I am that I’m going to die and nobody but Baz and Penny will ever really know I existed.
But I know what he’s doing. And this time when I come up for air, it’s me that pushes him away. He lets me, and takes a step back. His eyes are wild, his hair is a mess from the way I was fisting my hand in it.
“What are you - ” he sputters, lips still slightly pink from where I was sucking on them. “I thought you said - ”
“Come off it, Baz!” I realise I’m screaming in his face. There are tears running down my cheeks.
He looks stricken, like I’ve just slapped him, and takes another step backward until his back hits the opposite wall and he slides down it.
“You don’t have to do this!”
BAZ
Sid is still standing across the room from me. He’s flushed, either from anger or from our kiss, or maybe from anger about our kiss, and his face is streaked with tears. He’s accusing me of something, but I don’t know what. I’m angry too, so angry at him, but I thought maybe kissing him might help fix things. Might help him understand so that we can move on to figuring out a way out of this. A way to move forward.
“Do what? Kiss you? I wanted to! I thought you would want me to. You just said - ”
“Pretend!” he shouts at me. “I don’t want your pity,” he finishes quietly.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You don’t need to pretend you want me, Baz, just to convince me to let you help. I will. If we get out of this cell in time, I’ll let you spell me back into my eleven-year-old body and you and Penny can try and figure out how to get me out of this. I promise. I’ll do it for you, because I don’t want you to hurt. You don’t have to pretend to feel something you don’t.”
He takes a seat on the floor, mirroring my pose against the opposite wall, one leg out in front, one knee up with his arm around it.
“But I told you, Sid. I told you how I found you.”
“How you - ” He looks up at me sharply. “You mean the finding spell? For someone you love? You were looking for me? You love me?”
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Silvio Ricci.
Beauty and the Beast’s First Love.
Chapter 2.
Part 2/1
I look alternately at Lord Silvio, who is frowning, and at the woman who is standing at the front of the room and begins to cry, sobbing.
(What's my line...)
(No, it's more than that...)
Scattered around the woman's feet were broken tea cups.
(She probably brought us tea.)
MC: Are you hurt?
I rush over to her and for some reason she is taken off.
Woman:... I was serious...
MC: Serious?
Woman: ... About Lord Silvio, I mean..
(Ah... Oh...)
I turned around, having guessed everything.
Lord Silvio was making an indifferent face, not losing his arrogant attitude.
MC:... Lord Silvio.
Silvio: I don't know.
Silvio: I just a bite to eat and gave you something for it.
(That must be a misunderstanding...)
Woman: Lord Silvio, this is.. Is it true that you are with this person?Silvio: Yes, it is true. You heard me.Woman: Oh, no...You lie..
(...She really liked him.)
The woman seemed to lose control and burst into tears. I quickly tried to support her, but she shoved me away.
(My chest hurts.. I have to confess to her that this is a fake).
I don't know what Lord Silvio's purpose is, but I don't want to be part of such an act, trampling someone's love.
MC: Please rest assured. I am...What?!
Silvio: You don't like being a mistress? Then I'll make you my lover.
Part 2/2
I don't know when he got behind me, but Lord Silvio covers my mouth and throws an unkind look at me.
(This guy...)
Even as I dug my nails into his hand, Lord Silvio only raised his eyebrows, but didn't let go.
Silvio: What, you're that happy?
MC: Mmph!!
Silvio: Don't worry, I've decided you're the only woman at Rhodolite.
Silvio: I'm not in a very good mood right now.
(Scoundrel... He's such a scoundrel!)
Lord Silvio holds me even tighter as I break free.
The bodies were more closely spaced, and I was suddenly sweating/felt hot.
(Wait, this is...)
Woman: Ah...Aaaaaaargh!
Unable to control her emotions, the woman runs off, dropping tears.
(In the end, the misunderstanding could not be cleared up...)
Silvio: Don't try to talk too much, dumbass.
As soon as the woman was gone, Lord Silvio purred in my ear.
MC: M-mmph...!
Silvio: What?
Finally the hand goes away, I turn around and take a deep breath.
Part 2/3
MC: Please catch up and apologize, right now!
Silvio: What? I have to apologize for not doing anything...?
MC: Just do it!
Silvio: I don't know what you mean!
(Are you serious?)
I was stunned, but Lord Silvio grabbed my mouth...
Silvio: I mean, you've got some nerve talking to me like that, don't you?
MC: ...Hmm...
I'm not in pain, but the words are blocked again.
Silvio: And don't look at me so impudently.
Silvio: You're going to "thank" me, right?
(Of course, I wanted to thank Lord Silvio for helping me.)
(But there are some things that are non-negotiable).
I forcefully squeezed Lord Silvio's hand. Although I was no match for a man's strength, I wanted to show my will to resist.
Silvio: You're really not that cute.
(I don't need that.)
Company Owner: Um...
As the sparks are scattered, the owner of the company, who was a little far away, calls out modestly.
Silvio: Yeah, sorry about all the fuss.
Company owner: No, not at all! I'm sorry, too. I'll tell my daughter later.
(...She was your daughter.)
Silvio: Huh, well, whatever. Let's get on with the business meeting as planned.
Lord Silvio took his hand away from my mouth as if nothing had happened. Instead, he grabbed my hand and returned to his seat.
(You mean you won't let me go?)
There was so much I wanted to say.
But I couldn't, because a serious business meeting had begun.
MC: Is the worst.
Silvio:.... Still saying.
Part 2/4
As soon as the business meeting was over and I stepped outside, I chuckled my words to Lord Silvio. Even now, when time had passed and I had cooled down, my heart was still crushed by guilt.
Silvio: Forget it. I brought you here in the first place to get rid of this one.
(Ha, I thought that was thinly veiled, but...)
MC: Does Lord Silvio not have a human heart?
Even if you can't respond to a woman's feelings, there must be a way to say no.
It was because Lord Silvio's diagnosis was made with such inhumanity, as if another man's heart had been rolled into a ball and thrown into a crumb basket, that I felt a sudden rush of anger.
Silvio: The human heart? Is it necessary for business?
(Hey...)
Silvio: I don't have that attitude with all women.
Silvio: Because a profitable woman is worth paying to keep around.
Silvio: But that woman I just met, she's not interested in me.
Silvio: I wanted to push her away earlier, but it wasn't easy, because she's the daughter of a business partner.
MC: You were supposed to be polite... so you tried to make me your mistress, to make her give you up.
Silvio: Yeah. ... But what was that attitude of yours?
Silvio: Next time you embarrass me, you won't get away with it!
(Lord Silvio doesn't think he did anything wrong at all.)
Part 2/5
Until now, I never thought of Silvio as a "good man. But I never thought of him as a man who trampled on people's hearts with his feet.
MC:....Okay, I see what you mean.
Silvio: What, you're awfully honest/obedient!
When I stopped, Lord Silvio, who was walking a few steps ahead, looks back.
MC: It is now clear to me that Lord Silvio is the worst scoundrel to trample on hearts.
Silvio: What? Hey, are you fighting with me?
MC: I am!
Silvio:........
MC: Lord Silvio, don't you think you can do whatever you want with what you don't make money on?
Silvio: It's just a hassle. It would have been better to spend the time and effort on something else.
Silvio: What doesn't make money isn't worth caring about.
(... I'm devastated, I don't think like that).
MC: Money is not everything!
MC: That woman really liked Lord Silvio. It didn't matter if it was about money or anything else...
Silvio: You don't know if it doesn't matter or not, do you? A lot of women come to me for money.
MC: Definitely not what you just said!
(...It wasn't the money that made her cry.)
MC: Don't you understand that, Lord Silvio?
Silvio: Yeah. I have no idea what you're talking about.
MC: ....Lord Silvio, you must be missing something important as a human being.
I know that I am talking impudently to a prince of another country.
But I couldn't help saying it, because the tears I saw were still burning in my mind.
MC: If that's what you always think...
MC: I don't think anyone could love Lord Silvio!
The air suddenly changes as I utter words bordering on verdict.
Silvio:...You!
Lord Silvio, who raised his eyebrows in displeasure, closed the distance between me and...
#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikemen ouji#ikemen prince silvio#ikepri silvio#ikemen silvio#silvio ricci#ikepri translation
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my lovely rid 🙏🏼 i think it's time ‼️ i was sitting, and thinking that i wanna read c&f so bad like the others EVEN THOUGH I WON'T BE ABLE TO GET ENOUGH SLEEP. SO I WILL.
let's start, shall we? 😘
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"Jeon Jungkook's sincerity doesn't run as deep as his undeniable beauty." IT'S LITERALLY THE FIRST SENTENCE. AND I'M ALREADY IN LOVE LIKE ⁉️
THERE'S NO WAY WE'RE STARTING OFF WITH HIM WITH ANOTHER GIRL. THERE'S NO WAY HE'S WITH HER SISTER. CRYING. oh wait she doesn't love him. YES.
"It means that I'm not suitable for marriage yet. Honestly, you should be the one he courts." OHHH I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING GAHAHAHAHA
"But we're not objects to be sold." I ALREADY LOVE Y/N AND I LOVE WHO WRITES HER CHARACTER. 🤍🤍🤍
But you’ll never deny how unnaturally handsome Jeon Jungkook is. WE. WE WILL NEVER EVER DENY.
Might be the slightly tilted smile, the big, jet black eyes. Or the golden skin, the button nose. Constantly pouty lips, deep dimples that he doesn’t need to smile for. GOD I REMEMBERED HIS LATEST LIVE AND I CRASHED MY HEAD INTO A WALL
“She’s my sister. I can’t spill secrets to a stranger.” DAYYUUUUMMMM
“Are we really strangers?” WAIT A DAMN MINUTE ???? WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN ⁉️⁉️⁉️
“Jeon Jungkook,” you emphasise, stepping closer to the threshold, “if you truly don’t remember, then it’s not worth mentioning.” WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED BRO 😟😟😟
“There was a time, long before he courted your sister, when he was almost your suitor.” THERE WAS A WHAT ????????? WHAT THE FUCK ???????
“They won’t. All you have is a garden nearby, and the worst beast we might encounter is the sin… lust.” HAHAHAHA PLEASEEEE. is that foreshadowing though 👀👀👀
But Jungkook’s strings break, and he rubs his face violently, grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. He tugs at your arm and pulls your body back, eliciting a gasp out of you as he realises what he did. call me crazy, but that's HOT. this whole paragraph is hot. goodbye world
“That I was an outcast. You would compare my dresses to fruits, laugh at them, or point out a minor flaw about me, or make fun of how I never smiled because of how tight my corset sat.”
And right now, your chest is burning, sadness in your eyes as you narrate further, “And I loved those dresses. The young and naive me would… prepare them days before and jump in joy. Just to hide in the back once she saw you.”
WHY ARE MY EYES STINGING ?????? SHE LOVED HER DRESSES😭😭 OH MYYY- NOOOO. NO.
“We were adults then, and I was ready to forgive you,” you tell him, gulping, “until you told a handful of men who liked me, that I’m the most untrustworthy snake in town. And how my sister,” you laugh; your gaze shifts to the ground, “is much more beautiful and actually worth the trouble.”
well... i was excited to know what he did BUT NOW I HATE HIM💔💔💔 I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE IT ??? HOW COULD HE DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT ???
“I need to redeem myself,” he then tells you, “I know I wasn’t the best person, but I want to be better.”
I SWEAR TO GOD JEON IF YOU DON'T BECOME BETTER IMMA LOSE IT.
To you, you’re water, and he’s fire — but perhaps there’s a grey area where you meet. Where you collide and become steam, evaporating, hot yet calm.
yup. you did it again with your shakespeare shit. WHAT A MAGNIFICENTLY WRITTEN PIECE OF LITERATURE.
That night changed him. Or at least, you think it was one of the reasons that altered his personality.
some things just never change. he's been like this since he was 11 and he was a child. so it's obvious why he'd grown up to be such a man
And Jungkook — he just listened. That is, until he finally conjured up an excuse; you still haven’t figured out what strange reason urged him to come up with, “I apologise. The girl led me to these alleys, and I couldn’t find my way back.” GOD. WHYYYY. SINCE DAY ONE. he could've said another lie bro :((
Lying isn’t the worst sin of them all; but sometimes, it does wound an eleven year old more than it should. STOOOOOPPPPP. RID THIS KEEPS HURTING THE FUCK OUTTA MEEEE!!!!
Sometimes, a behaviour can’t be excused.
YUUUUPPPPPP.
He lifts a hand, and by the looks of it, you guess she has accepted his proposal to dance, too. NO FUCKING WWAAAAAAYYYY. THE AUDACITY THIS MAN HAS ‼️‼️‼️ BRO I'M SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CAN PUNCH ANYONE IN THE FACE FUCKKSOXBSIX
But as your smile widens and your heart soars, Jungkook calls your name as though it’s a melody. OH THANK GOD. i take back everything i said😘😇
You throw your locks out of your face, drawing a long breath when his hand lifts to the small of your back.
AHHHHWICBSU SCREAMINGGGGG
“thoughts of what you might be wearing tonight.” His body leaves yours once more before his hands pull you back in. WHAT THE FUCK JEON 😩😩😭 I'M DEAD. JSBDIABXJDID THIS MAAAAAN IS DANGEROUS ‼️‼️‼️
His hair tickles your cheek, and the heat of his breath skims your neck, “You meant something way worse to me than an enemy. Sometimes I hated you enough to feel closer to you than to anyone else.” ummmm what is going on? 😟😟
Wait… what is he talking about? And why is his voice so quiet, carrying this odd trace of ache? FOR REAL THOUGH. I'M SCARED.
He shakes his head so slightly you barely notice. “Abhorring you brought me back to reality sometimes. Because where my mind resides… isn’t quite,” he looks around, up to the ceiling, side to side to every guest, “in this realm.” ABHORRING??? WHY DO YOU HATE HER THAT BAD DUDE ??? and why is he so suspicious like ???
i'm not putting their conversations with each other at the orphanage but they're just so ughhhhh. i just love them so much they both deserve happiness 🙏🏼❤️
And no one but you hears him say, “Just. If it’s not love, then you might want to use your fantasy. Then you’ll know.” OH SHIT. RID ?????
Near the end of the evening, a hand touches your braid. Brushes down to its tail, rubbing the tresses between his fingers.
You stay as still as a sculpture, perplexed by the sudden motion; but then break into a laugh when he brings the tail to your ear, tickling you shamelessly.
GET MARRIED ALREADY 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 THEY'RE SO CUTE TOGETHER 💔💔💔
“Right,” you confirm in a gentle giggle; you don’t quite notice when the sound of it makes his lips raise ever-so-slightly. “How about riding? Do you enjoy it?”
“Riding, I do. Does not involve horses, though,” Jungkook admits.
i swear to god if they don't have the best sex....... JUST SAYIN' 🫣
“I mean… I do like long distance carriage rides.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Until now… I didn’t either.”
CURLING MY TOES AND SHIIIIII😇😇
“Did you mean that? The… riding thing.”
STOOOPP I'M ACTUALLY SCARED TO CONTINUE HAHA.... RID I LOVE YOU 🙏🏼🙏🏼
“You won’t let me hold your hand, but this is alright?”
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT
Because he’s the first to reach out to you.
GOODNIGHT.
Your eyes dart up to his; his expression is one of a kind. Lips slightly parted, tongue sliding between his teeth, eyes digging into you with a harmless candle flame flickering behind them. just leaving that here. and going to read it whole 🙏🏼❤️😘
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But when the wish threatens to burst out, the coachman, hopefully oblivious, yells back, “We’re arriving shortly!” IT WAS SHORT BUT TOO HOT I ALMOST THREW MY PHONE 💔💔💔💔 wondering how the sex would be like😟😩 WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME RID ⁉️⁉️⁉️
Angry for you; defending you. I'M SO PROUD I GOT TO WITNESS THIS🤧 !!!!!
“It’d be okay to hold my hand now.” do you know what i am? dead😘
“I think, for me, tonight will be the most memorable.” same jungkook, same. but why am i kinda scared tho🫡
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You remember his name to be Byun. PLEASE I WANT TO SEE JUNGKOOK GETTING JEALOUSSSSS. PLEASE WORLD
“That’s good,” he praises, nodding, “Oh, I… I am not trying to court you, I need you to know that. I just needed to at least ask if he’s treating you right.” AND WHO ARE YOU??? ONLY US AND Y/N ARE ALLOWED TO JUDGE HIM. YOU? SHUT UP
Looking closely, you see him clench his jaw, warning through obviously gritted teeth, “Don’t say such things.”
AHHHH SHIIIIT 😟😟😟😟😟
“No. You being you… me wanting, craving you all the damn time. Me finally realising it. That’s why I’m furious… It enrages me.”
YEEESSSS MY ONLY WISH HAS BECOME TRUEEE I CAN DIE HAPPYYYYYY 😩🤧 (+why is he so hot? like sir? have mercy on me❤️)
And then, your mouth falls on his with vigour. LET'S GOOOOO. now😏 i'm gonna read it whole for real this time❤️❤️😇
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You flinch when a firm knock sounds against the door.....
UMMM. i really don't know what to say😭 like i've read so many of your smuts but this one is soooo different 🙏🏼 maybe because they finally did something after all these years. that's it, they really belong to each other! EVEN THEIR HANDS FIT PERFECTLY. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ugh anyways.. AND this whole part was so well-written, BUT. there's just this paragraph that made me throw the phone for real and throw up❤️
“You sounded so pretty, falling apart like that,” he whispers, kissing your jaw as his hand moves to your chin, “just how I fucking thought you would.” OHH MYYY GOOOOD💔💔💔 RID YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THIS TO MEEE😟😟
“More wasn’t supposed to happen tonight anyway, huh?” i'm unwell. I'M DIZZY🙏🏼🙏🏼 WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY "huh?" SUDHAIXBWUXHSJSJSHX
Eventually and instinctively, you choose left, because you’ll definitely come out somewhere, right? SOMETHING'S GONNA HAPPEN AND I DON'T FEEL GOOD ABOUT THIS. JUNGKOOK'S GONNA FUCK UP I CAN SEE THAT😟😟😟😟
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For some reason, the voice sounds familiar to you. You rack your brain, because where have you heard him before… OHHH IT'S HIS UNCLE!!! THAT FUCKER🤨🤨🤨
“I’ll do anything to get out of here, so do not worry. I have it all planned out,” you hear Jungkook say. PLANNED OUT ??? I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT WAS ALL PLANNED OUT. NO. NO. NO. but bro he literally smiled when he was about to leave and it was genuine 🤣 there must me something 🙏🏼🙏🏼
“Uncle, is there anything else you need from me?” I KNEW IT😬 I FUCKING HATE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART😍😍
“I know we failed with the older sister, but I do think you have the younger one wrapped around your finger. What was her name again?” SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD CRUSTY DUSTY MAN🤨🤨 wasn't it enough what you've done before??? how can you be so cruel🤢🤢
“Did I do something wrong?” Jungkook suddenly asks. think baby ❤️ use your brain that god gave you 🙏🏼🙏🏼
Because he leans into you, and mumbles, “I am sorry if I hurt you anyhow.” BRO JUST STOPPPPP😭😭 i know he somewhere in his heart cares for her but he keeps confusing me and i'm tiredddd💔💔💔
“In that room,” he answers, and you sigh a breath of relief. No confrontation. No pain. Not yet. “I tried to be gentle.” OH. he meant that.
What your lips will do is let him pull you in and kiss you. Will move against his. Will drown in the deep tenderness of his touch, no matter how much it hurts. Will permit him to slide his tongue through, dancing with yours.
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And you think another thing they do is… finally tremble.
CHILLLLLLSSSSSSS🤯🤯 the final bits killed me. ANYWAYS, this is one of the BEST not only jungkook fanfictions but all fanfictions🤧🤧 i laughed, cried, screamed, fangirled(?), screamed again😏😇, threw my phone, and smashed my head into a wall because of one man❤️❤️ and because of you rid😍😍 and god i'm so sorry i didn't read it earlier than today because i really wanted to💔 and i'm more sorry that you will have read like a 11k words feedback😭 i don't know how this happened, i just put some parts and commented on them😇 and i know that i voted on cmi but now i'm not sure if i want my vote to be counted👀 like NO. you did not leave us on a cliffhanger like that💔 my heart broke😭😭 i absolutely loveeeed this one with a my heart 💜💜 would definitely read it again when pt.2 comes out if the ending was not heartbreaking like this one😇 (would read it again if the ending was worse😘) but GOD it was a rollercoaster 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i'm not okay💜 thank you so so soooo much for this oneee!! i love you and i can't wait to see what's there to come~~ 💜
LOVELY SARAH !!!! this must be the longest ask i've ever received, and i barely know what to say cos omg the capslock review is so cute lmaooo 😭 oh my god, you better catch more sleep next time !!! my fics will be there to read whenever 😤
muahahah yes, we started with his sister !!! and yes, thankfully she Does Not love him 🤣 i'm so glad that you like oc btw! i resonate a lot with her, so it'd be awkward if you disliked her hehehe
ugh, whenever i describe jk in any way, i think of so many moments in run bts and bon voyage, he has my heart :((( also yes yes, i know they're both being cryptic but wait for it (AND IKR ISN'T HE HAWWWWWWT AND DANGEROUS? except for when she loved her dresses :(...) 😌
not the shakespeare shit lmaoooo 😭 i'm sorry for the pain it brought, though </3
so happy you liked them together hehehehehe there's definitely some hidden chemistry amirighhhhtttt. and the orphanage scene was one of my fav, tbh 🥺
about how sex between them would be...... hahaha no comment 🥴
Your eyes dart up to his; his expression is one of a kind. Lips slightly parted, tongue sliding between his teeth, eyes digging into you with a harmless candle flame flickering behind them. just leaving that here. and going to read it whole 🙏🏼❤️😘
EYYYYYY SHE CAUGHT SOMETHINGGG
oh yeah, him liking her... enrages him 😉
yeah, ngl, the smut felt very different to me, too. i think it was more bc the trope was just so different? had to think of everything – the carriage, the dresses, the dirty talk. what they could or could not say etcetcetcetcetc.... so glad you liked it tho hehehuaheu
the uncleeeeeee i knowwwww, outrageous !!! i love how everyone's more pissed at him than jk, bc we might be getting glimpses into what's happening ughhh. bc yes lol he did smile when he left :') poor jk is so confused and torn, but also doing something really shitty to oc rn, so yeah.... we shall see what that man does next :')
one of the best jk fics 🥺 ahh i'm so sorry if this response was all over the place, i'm still kind of sobering up jksdksad but this was so nice to (re)read and i truly appreciate you a lot. so stoked that you could feel all those things and enjoy the first chapter.. i'm really excited for the next one, so stay tuned hehhee thank you again bby 🥺 <333
#my responses are also always so long LMAO i hope that's not annoying to y'all 😭#notes for rid 🌹#sarah-217#fic: candles & flames#long ask#long post
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Blue and Gray
"Where's my angel? I'm sick and tired of everything." Legs dangling over the edge, I stared at the gray ceiling up above.
"Where's my angel? The one that brings the end of day?" and all I wanted was to ask someone to come and save me, please. It's just been a long and tiring day. All I needed was to let out my sigh.
"Everyone is happy, everyone is fine" But can you look at me because I am blue and gray?
Blue and Grey. Such beautiful colors are they not? Bright colors that could make someone's day. The color of the clouds and the colors of the sky on a bright sunny day. Blue and gray. Such beautiful colors. Colors of sadness and sorrow. Feelings of separation, and dreariness. Bittersweet memories brought up by gray and the feeling of these memories painted by blue. Blue and Grey. Hidden behind my laughter and my tears reflected in the mirror. One of me is true, one of me is false. One is a facade and one is broken. A blue colored facade and gray broken pieces of myself. When can I finally pick them up without bleeding and hurting myself all over again? Can you look at me because I'm covered in the drunken haze that is blue and gray?
A meaningless chuckle escapes my lips unconsciously. I just wanna be happier. Will I even be me ever again? Not the me that puts on a smile for everyone, not the me that everyone loves, not the me that is loud, and fearless. But the me that seeks comfort, that isn't afraid to cry–the me that has a personality larger than life, the one that can be strong enough to not give everything her whole heart. The me that knew that it was okay to cry, okay to not dream, okay to break down, that it was okay to not be strong. Not the me that acts like everything is okay.
"Where did it all go wrong?" I ask myself. I've always lived life so unrelentlessly, so full of passion. Maybe I lived that way since I didn't know the answers to all the blue question marks on my head. Perhaps I did know when it all went wrong. Because when I look back at those moments, all I see is a monstrous blue surrounding my singular frame. I saw myself standing alone. And I saw the sharp shadow that swallowed me whole.
Even now I don't know the answers to all those blue question marks. If they aren't questions but rather depression or anxiety or a beast made of regret or the overwhelming loneliness that swallowed me. Blue and gray. Even after all these years that I've been consumed by this, I could never understand this brutal and malevolent blue. I'm clouded by blue but I cannot let it take any more of me.
"I'll find a way out, I hope." But I know that I'll never be enough.
"I just wanna be happier" The hand that I've extended so many times has been frozen in a colorless echo. Oh, this ground feels so much heavier, I feel like I am singing by myself.
"I just wanna be happier, am I too greedy to ask for that?" The feeling of walking down on a cold winter path all alone. The sound of my dulling heart. I can still feel it all.
Can't say I'm okay because I know I'm not okay. This charging grey rhino is hurling at me yet I look at it unfocused, with all these chains weighing me down. I don't feel like myself walking down these familiar roads that feel so unfamiliar. Am I just dull, or broken, or just congested with blue?
"I don't believe in a god called conviction," So why am I getting convicted and caged for being blue and gray? This vast gray space that I'm trapped in feels familiar with the same gray faces where color doesn't apply to me. Where I can be myself. Where I dance under the gray rain and toast to the fog covering my world and the blue dust covering my rainy days.
"I just wanna be happier." This ground feels so much heavier alone. I need someone to share my weight, to share my sorrow, my happiness, my changes. Everyone grows up but I'm stuck in the most dark part of myself. So won't you come and warm my cold soul? I need you all the more now that my hands are frozen in these blue echoes. Oh, this ground feels so much heavier, I feel like I am singing by myself. It hurts too much so I beg of you, please don't leave me alone. I wanna laugh freely again one day. And when I am not overcast by blue and gray, I'll make sure to tell you. But for now, I'm okay with the me that laughs, and lives fearlessly. Maybe I'll never get back to being myself because this me that I hate, is the one that's grown up. I might be different now but once I come to terms with myself, that life goes on, I'll finally be able to sleep even if it's at dawn.
Blue and Gray. Colors of beauty, of breath, and life. Colors that have infinite meanings and infinite ways they can make you feel. Whether it's feelings of sadness or peace and truth. Blue and Gray. One is a facade and one is dull. In the end, both of them are broken and so am I. Just the thought of growing up introduced all these daunting ideas and maybe I'm just stuck in time between this dark space of childhood and adulthood. And maybe this facade that I hide behind is starting to become me, a new me. I've always hoped to get out of this trance of dark space but maybe acceptance is the key to happiness. Maybe I shouldn't be afraid of people seeing me the way I am now because even though I'm not the child that I so dearly loved being, I am still myself, just growing up. I'm okay if you look at me now, even if I am blue and gray. Because now blue means clear skies, and gray, the color of acceptance. And now that it's a bright blue day I'll let you look at me because this blue and gray is me.
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Oh I kind of meant that you could answer as many of the numbers as you wanted to.
1. My favorite character:
It won’t be a surprise for most fascinating, but Lilith Clawthorne. The more unspoken stuff we learn from lore is awesome as she goes from shy nerd who was sporty to somewhat insecure and traumatized but still tries to badass Coven Head before finally becoming a confident woman who is still recovering and processing her issues while making up to her sister.
Though a character who I initially loved and still do is Willow Park because I like her character arc and like Lilith, she has so much potential and subtle writing hints that developed later on but did not come up. I love her gently personally just saying badass stuff. She still sometimes struggles with doubt but continues to try overcome it. She deserves a stronger spotlight, but it’s a shame that the series was cut short.
Raine is another favorite top tier character because I love their personality and the fact that they are Nonbinary, as well as having an amazing sense of style. Them going from quiet person with stage fright to being the Head of the Bard Coven and still having stage fright, but that doesn’t stop them from wanting to do the right thing. I know everyone loves Eda for adopting kids, and I do too, but Raine decides to help an assumed a graduate, a young girl who wants to make difference, and finally an innocent young lady who distrusts the system. I like to think Raine deeply cares for them and they care for them.
Camila Noceada because I love her dedication towards her daughter and she joins the onslaught of tragic TOH characters.
2. My least favorite character:
This is unexpected but the direct of school. He was only a flashback, but that guy can go. I don’t tolerate people in academia system manipulating or disrespecting students. It’s all his fault for what happened to Camila and Luz, so fuck him.
Also Belos because he’s Belos, so I hate him ans mucky bony butt.
3. My favorite scene:
Favourite scene…I am currently in a rewatch of the Owl House, but a scene I like going back to is Eda going through process of official accepting the curse and getting to know the Owl Beast. I feel the sense of completion of that part of her arc. The way she out reaches her hand to Owl Beast as they accept each other instead of fighting is good for the both of them. I know people say that Eda would probably reason with the Collector, but I don’t know if the Owl Beast would accept that because they were the reason the beast was in the scroll. Apart of their game. Unless Eda can negotiate with Owl Beast to not immediately kill the Collector, I don’t feel like that’ll happened. But yeah, the acceptance scene is my favourite.
4. My favorite screenshot:
I don’t have one. Sorry. I don’t take screenshots often unless on YouTube.
5. The time I cried the most:
First of all, this is the Owl House, we’re always crying. The scene that made me cry the most is Eda’s sacrifice probably. Her voice actress puts so much emotion as the curse over takes Eda, and I just couldn’t help but become emotional over it.
6. My favorite canon ship:
Raeda. At the age of my early twenties, I have found myself enjoying elder gays and queers. I mean, in my late high school years, I’ve always preferred them over younger ones or more popular ones. Sorry Lumity shippers. I also love Willow’s dads and I want more of them, I think Harvey and Gilbert meeting at HECK while Raine and Eda at HECK just cute. I love friends who have a close bond being lovers trope.
I just love the fan works for Raeda as they are all beautiful.
7. My favorite non-canon ship:
…Please don’t be mad at me because I always have a habit of choosing least popular ship with main character or fan favourite and their best friend than popular ship with main character/ fan favourite character with other popular character.
I like Willuz….I’m sorry. I just love those who have honest trust between each other and always willing to help each other while being supportive.
When I saw these two on screen even though I knew Lumity was very popular after season one ended and my country finally got season one on Disney Plus while fans were in the middle of early season two. I got into the show a year after season one, and when I saw the them interact in Teenage Abomination, I fell hard on their personalities. Luz just being supportive Willow and helping her overcome her problems is amazing. I just loved their dynamic.
I have somewhat moved onto Raeda for my best friends to lovers ship when I noticed that got more traction. I still want Willow to be happy in any way she can. I still love Willuz on some level but I don’t think anyone is interested in me talking about them at this point with where the series is.
Sorry if this is late. I hope you have a nice day/evening. Thank you for the ask.
#willow park#harvey park#gilbert park#raine whispers#camila noceda#luz noceda#edalyn clawthorne#eda clawthorne#lilith clawthorne#raeda#willuz#toh#the owl house#bengi thinks out loud#bengi answers#ask game
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