#Hair cut! I was unsatisfied but I already mentioned that lol

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NEEDY ━ G.R

in which you become needy to please your boyfriend after his outstanding qualifying, yet kept being pushed aside and interrupted by others.

warnings; bratty reader, nudes, choking, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex, hair pulling. dom x sub sorta thing? kinda? small daddy kink, it’s mentioned like twice lol. unedited for now oops

your boyfriends success these past few races had you beyond proud and excited. from the spa podium, mercedes announcement and now qualifying p3; you were in awe of your boyfriend like the rest of the world.

and while watching him get the attention and praise he deserves, having to share your boyfriend with everyone else could be challenging at times. when all you wanted was to have a few moments alone to tell him how proud you were, more often than not you are stuck behind engineers, journalists or fans.

george shared this frustration too, definitely noticing how this year it was becoming more difficult to immediately seek out your embrace after a good race or session; but then again certain things you just have to sacrifice. you’d always be his priority.

and you knew it too. but that didn’t mean you never had your moments.

george was always so well spoken, respectful. he had time for everyone; wouldn’t walk past someone without saying hello, always giving his opinion and never cutting anything short even if he’s in a rush. and you loved that about him.

but in certain situations you wished he’d be a little bit more selfish.

this morning practice was cancelled, due to the rain; meaning george had spare time. which was rare. you had taken the opportunity to chill in his motor home, and it didn’t take much for things to escalate.

however after he had rid you of half of your clothes, a knock on the door interrupted you both. his pr manager letting him know he was needed for an interview for sky sports. resulting in both of you being left unsatisfied and all hot and bothered.

your mind had been elsewhere since; standing in the williams garage which his jacket around your shoulders as qualifying got under way, watching on the screen. from what you could see of your boyfriend your mind continued to go further in the gutter.

already thinking of what tonight could bring for the pair of you, and when he ended up qualifying in p3 your excitement only grew. eager to congratulate him. in more ways than one.

however from the moment he got out of the car to when he was doing his first interview in the press area, you had managed to speak to him for maybe 3 seconds. a quick hug, telling him you were so proud of him before he was being dragged off again.

and you could handle that. obviously, he was here for work. so when he finally had done the standard, compulsory interviews and found you outside the william’s motor homes he was quick to bring you into a hug.

“pretty good hey?” he grinned, pulling away slightly to look down at you; beaming as a cocky smile got settled onto his face, your hands moving to cup his cheeks as you pressed a short kiss to his lips.

“so good baby,” you laughed back, your hands quite quickly moving to rest on his chest; his driver suit hanging on his hips. his large hands holding onto the small of your back. “already thinking of ways to show you how proud i am,” you hummed; looking up at him your eyes said enough.

he knew you too well, the slight suggestive tone in your words and the way you were running your hands over his chest. he also hadn’t forgotten about the heated moments before qualifying. and it was quite obvious neither have you. “are you now?” his tone matched yours as his eyebrows raised.

you were ready to reply, to happily detail all of the thoughts that have been running through your mind. majority of them involving you on your knees. but a voice interrupted you. “george,” a familiar face called out, approaching the pair of you.

he was the ceo of some sponsor, you couldn’t remember exactly. he had another man alongside him as they appeared beside you two, meaning you hesitantly pulled away from your boyfriend, staying close to his side however as george’s face happily lit up at the two guys in front of him. while your were fighting back a glare.

“this is mark, close mate of mine,” the man introduced, watching as your boyfriend shook both of their hands. and what easily could’ve been a quick hello and nice to meet you turned into a 20 minute conversation about all things william’s and racing. then onto their own companies.

while george was engaged in the conversation, it was quite clear you were growing impatient. nudging his side lightly, tugging on his hand, running your hand over the side of his body. even whispering in his ear while the two men were having a laugh.

and despite all your efforts your boyfriend hadn’t even shown a glimpse of reciprocating your need, or acknowledging it. which only had you further annoyed, because he quite clearly knew you were wanting him. right now. and it was almost as if he was purposefully ignoring you.

you almost let out a sigh of relief when the two of them finally walked off, and didn’t hesitate letting out an exaggerated huff when they were out of ear shot. “who were they?” you asked, not curiously; but in a passive aggressive way. you didn’t care who they were in all honesty.

“important people.” george chuckled with a small eye roll, and you noticed the faint smirk on his lips as he looked down at you. “they pay my wages,” he added with a small laugh; still not impressing you as your hand found his again.

“well making pointless conversation about his winery is not in your contract,” you shrugged innocently, your annoyance poorly disguised as you rocked back and forth on your feet. allowing your eyes to glance over his tall frame. the way his driver suit clung to his body, hanged off his hips. you could jump his bones right now.

“it’s called respect.” george smirked, his hand moving to brush some of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “got my briefing then i’ll be all yours,” he told you; having read your mind yet you still let out a disappointed sigh.

“you’ve got like half an hour to spare though,” you reminded him; raising your eyebrows, your hands moving to rest on his chest once again, running down his toned abdomen which was covered by his suit as you bit down on the inside of your cheek.

his facial expression faltered for a few moments, well aware of what you were hinting at. he was on board with the idea, especially after being interrupted before qualifying. but he felt almost guilty if he was locked away with you instead of talking to the team and those here to support him.

“sky sports are wondering if you’re up to chat?” george’s pr manager appeared out of nowhere, and you were ready to pull your hair out as you were forced to step away from your boyfriend. again.

you had no shame in pouting up at him however, pleading with your eyes to say no. and for a second george was considering it. you’re desperation for him definitely having his heart racing, not that he was showing it. “yeah, will be right there.” george smiled before looking back to you.

unfortunately seeing you so worked up and desperate for him was amusing, and also enjoyable. and he had much more self control than you. hence his ability to push the thought of your naked body under him aside.

your frown grew, pouting like a little kid who’s favourite toy had just been taken away when his pr manager headed off. “stop pouting.” george grumbled, fingers grabbing your chin lightly, sending you a warning glare; which in all honesty only had you squeezing your thighs together. “i’ll be back.” he then smiled as if nothing was wrong, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before letting you go and following the foot steps of the guy who had not interrupted you once. but twice today.

what was only a 5 minute interview, felt like 5 hours. standing with his pr manager behind the cameras a few metres back, waiting not so patiently.

while normally seeing him talking about things he loved brought a smile to your face, right now you were no where near smiling. every time he caught your eye you had a small pout on your lips; your foot tapping against the ground impatiently.

he looked as good as always; sitting in the stools they provide; his legs happily spread which was not helping with the want to be on your knees between them and dragging those sounds out of him that have your own arousal flowing.

you looked preoccupied and somewhat flustered, while george as always was incredibly put together and professional. which made it all that more frustrating.

“that all?” george smiled towards his pr manager as he approached the both of you after the interview, ignoring your pleading eyes purposefully.

“yep. well done mate, see you tomorrow,”

he finally left, and you would’ve been relieved if it wasn’t for the pre-existing knowledge that george didn’t have to go off to his driver debriefing in about 10 minutes. something you would not be able to convince him to miss.

“can we go yet?” you asked the pointless question, already knowing the answer as his hand slipped into yours, the pair of you heading towards the william’s building; a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.

“you’re needy today,” he pointed out with a small smirk; as if it wasn’t obvious. you had no idea why he was pretending to not notice if he was just going to point it now but you only hummed in response.

“yes. because i haven’t been able to properly congratulate you yet,” you huffed when you both came to a stop inside the william’s area, turning to face him. “nor finish off what we started earlier,” you added in remembrance, your pleading eyes returning as you looked up at him.

his hands had moved to rest on your waist, the tight grip tricking you for a split second that maybe you could get him to leave early.

other drivers did it all the time, but never george. he was a team player. and you adored him for it. but once again, sometimes being selfish didn’t hurt anyone.

“it’s gonna be a quick one then we can go, promise.” the british driver assured you; his fingers pushing some of your hair out of your face as he looked at you expectantly; his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and his blue eyes pouring down into yours making it impossible to even try pretend to be mad.

“fine.” you conceded. and once again he was leaving you with a quick kiss and off he went. too often was that happening today, doing a walk of defeat to his drivers room to chill until he was finished.

closing the door behind you before getting seated on the sofa you aimlessly scrolled through your phone while waiting for him. and what felt like half an hour turned out to only be five minutes.

and the pure boredom had an incredible idea come into mind. pursing your lips to hold back a small smile as you entered your messages with george, typing out a not too risky text.

‘i want u to fuck me now :(’

it was innocent, compared to the usual sexting that occurs between the pair of you. however the image attached was a slightly different story.

it was a photo where you happened to be wearing no clothes. one you had taken maybe a month ago with the intention of sending to him; however a facetime call from the williams driver had come through before you could.

with the amount of travel he does and the occasional long distance, it meant nudes and sexting was nothing out of the ordinary; especially on your end. over the years you had both become experimental in keeping your sex life exciting and active despite the periods of time apart.

the fact someone could easily look over his shoulder and see the image was definitely weighing on your mind, it always did. but at the moment you didn’t care. he may not even check his phone.

but quite quickly the small delivered turned into read, and the fact he didn’t respond didn’t worry you either. hopefully it had only hurried him up, a small smirk plastering on your lips.

‘rude. don’t make me use my own fingers’

you added once it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything. and almost immediately the read appeared once again.

and still no response. he was too damn stubborn. you soon switched your phone off, deciding to wait somewhat patiently now.

you don’t know how long it had been when george finally came through the door, but it wasn’t as short as he had promised. however it wasn’t as long as they can be, sometimes your waiting for almost two hours while he was in those de-briefings.

“finally.” you huffed, looking up from your seat on the sofa, quickly noticing how his eyes didn’t even meet yours. and his lips remained shut, moving around the room to pack his things up, getting changed quickly and organise everything he needed. “hello?”

still no response, and you quickly caught onto what he was doing. the complete opposite of what you wanted.

“come on,” he muttered when he was sorted and organised; looking at you for a brief moment. he didn’t look mad. rarely did your boyfriend look mad, but the silence spoke for itself and gave enough away.

“the silent treatment? really?” you commented as you stood up to follow him; however he still gave no response as the two of you now headed out to the paddock and towards the car park.

walking alongside him it wasn’t obvious there was tension, george still smiling to everyone he recognised; exchanging nods and small ‘congrats’ and ‘see you tomorrow’s.’

“george!” a voice called out, footsteps behind being heard.

and this time, an audible groan left your lips as you fought the urge to throw your head back in annoyance. if this was the attention he gets after a good qualifying, you can’t imagine what winning a race will be like.

“mate good work out there today!” a mercedes engineer, one you recognised as someone who had worked with george in the past, smiled as he gave your boyfriend a pat on the shoulder.

and like always, george was up for a lengthy conversation. the sun was starting to set and you didn’t even pretend to be interested in the conversation this time.

standing there like a moody teenager, aimlessly looking at anything that caught your interest. and when there was a break in conversation, you didn’t hesitate to cut in. something you never do. but this couldn’t go on any longer.

“we should get going.” you interrupted, a sickly fake smile planted on your lips as you looked to the mercedes lad. you ignored how george parted his lips, ready to disagree simply to spite what you were trying to do.

“yes, me too. getting late. see you both tomorrow, good luck.” he grinned; before heading off back to the garages. and finally, you were on your way to the car again.

your eyes drifted up to the tall frame beside you a few times, it being clear his calm exterior was starting to crack from your antics, his jaw clenched and his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“you’re walking outta here as if you qualified p20,” you couldn’t help but comment as you nudged his side slightly. after the long day of being deprived of your boyfriend the last thing you wanted was the silent treatment. it’s not your fault he was irresistible and looked so good.

“you keep acting like a brat, i’ll bend you over the hood of my car and make sure you can’t walk at all.” he finally snapped when as you reached his mercedes, looking down at you with raised eyebrows.

however you could only smile. “i’d be fine with that,” you hummed innocently with a shrug, almost challenging him as you looked up at him. watching as he struggled to keep his cool, not missing the roll of his eyes as his hand found the car door.

“get in the fucking car,” he grumbled; even in this situation still being a gentleman and opening your door for you. however his tone made you fully aware you had pushed him far enough; you should be getting what you want now.

so you quickly slid into the car seat, putting your seatbelt on as he pushed your door shut and headed to the drivers side.

in no time the pair of you were driving out of the track and on the way back to the hotel; and once again, he was ignoring you and any efforts to talk to him or touch him.

the hard on his pants showed he was still being a stubborn prick and ignoring his thoughts, but that still didn’t mean anything to you. desperate for his attention, which was the reason he wasn’t giving it to you.

resulting in a car ride full of a few whines on your behalf, and george simply turning the radio up until you gave up; huffing and looking out the window till you finally reached the hotel.

for once you got lucky, in the lobby and elevator and on the floor of the shared room, no one you knew was in sight; and you could actually walk more than a few metres without being stopped.

you were ready to start complaining again the moment you walked into the large hotel room, about the fact he hadn’t even touched you yet. make up some lie about how you’d be better off at home pleasing yourself. anything to get him worked up.

but it became quite clear you had done enough when his hand wrapped around your throat and pressed you up against the wall behind you unexpectedly, a small gasp which turned into a moan leaving your lips; your lips parting due to the tight grip.

“you have fun today?” he asked with a raised brow, and if it wasn’t for the squeezing on the side of your neck you probably would have smirked knowing despite his efforts to hide it, he too was worked up from the rising sexual tension all day.

“considering you haven’t fucked me yet,” you started to breathe out, managing to complete your words despite the obstructed air way. “no.” you answered honestly, having no choice but to keep eye contact.

“didn’t realise it was all about you,” he pointed out in a hum, his already sharp jawline clenching every few moments as he spoke. it looked as if he was thinking, because he was. he had no clue what to do with you. his temptation to simply give you nothing because of how bratty you’d been not possible due to his own sexual needs.

but he was going to teach you a lesson that was for sure.

“one of my best days on the track ever, and you gotta ruin it cause you’re a needy slut who can only think about my cock in your mouth hm?” he questioned as his fingers dug deeper into your skin, causing a small whimper to leave your lips. and while you wanted to deny the truth, you were now struggling to speak.

“the other teams engineers got more of you than i did today,” you couldn’t help but pout, being able to speak when his hand loosened around your neck lightly, the petty and exaggerated comment being one from piled up frustration throughout the day. and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

amusement sparkled in his eyes at the sight of your pointless jealousy, shaking his head as his free hand moved to brush his thumb over your lip lightly. “my engineers almost saw what is mine.” he retorted, and didn’t give you a chance to argue as his fingers slipped past your lips.

the blush on your cheeks from his words was ignored by the both of you; he didn’t have to say anything for you to suck on his fingers; your tongue instantly swirling around them while imagining it was his dick, eyes looking up at him for some sort of approval.

but you would have to work harder for that. “think it’s cute trying to distract me from my work?” he muttered in disappointment, watching you intently as he refrained from groaning at the sight. his imagination almost getting the best of him for a moment. “shouldn’t even fucking touch you after that stunt.” he huffed.

yet regardless his fingers left your mouth, moving to the waist band of your skirt you were wearing. effortlessly tugging it down and out the way as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties, your own saliva not being able to hide the wetness between your legs.

and the brief contact had a small moan leaving your lips. “please,” you mumbled; pursing your lips in regret as you watched him, taking a deep breath from the feeling of his fingers hovering over your clit.

he let out a fake hum in thought, his hand still wrapped around your neck; which would definitely leave marks, not that you minded nor cared. you were about to plead him again, your things squeezing together in an attempt to relieve some of the arousal flowing through your body.

however he noticed this, using his knee to seperate your legs before his fingers were pressed down on your clit, immediately rubbing circles which had your eyes fluttering shut, soft moans falling from your lips.

your hand moved to grip onto his arm, while his hand finally left your neck; trailing up to tangle in your head and tug your head to the side, his lips immediately coming into contact with the sensitive skin of your neck.

soft kisses being left on the already forming marks from his fingers, however it didn’t last long as he was soon sucking and kissing at the skin eagerly to leave hickeys, while his fingers continued to play with your clit. unexpectedly sliding two fingers inside of you, a gasp being heard from you as your back arched towards him.

“so responsive for me,” he praised as he nibbled at the skin on your neck lightly, causing a whimper as his fingers thrusted in and out of you with ease; using his own body to push your bucking hips back and against the wall.

“fuck, more please,” you moaned out; still desperate for more of him as his fingers moved in and out of you; his thumb now circling your clit teasingly as you attempted to move your hips for more pleasure.

however he wasn’t letting you have any room to move, and his hand tugged on the strands of hair within his grip harshly in a quick reply to your words. “your not in the position to make any demands princess.” he warned you; his movements staying the same.

you only moaned in response, knowing better than to argue and instead enjoy what you were getting right now. because despite the fact he was pleasing you currently, you knew how he could be. and wouldn’t be surprised if he lost all contact with you soon just to get back at you.

however you were wrong considering he then slipped a third finger inside of you, and curled them to graze the spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head; your knees feeling weak as he applied more pressure to your clit as well. “george, oh my god,” you moaned.

this only encouraged him further and he still showed no signs of slowing down; his hand pulling at your hair again as if to remind you that you need to stay standing up, your buckling knees managing to hold your weight despite your thighs beginning to shake.

after waiting for this for so long it was no wonder you were getting worked up so quickly. “think you look best like this. shaking over just my fingers hm, this what you wanted?” he questioned you; pulling his head away from your neck after assaulting your skin with kisses.

you gave a weak nod as his fingers continued to please you, but it was clear he wanted an answer as his hands tugged your hair once again. “y-yes, yes daddy,” you quickly spoke after the sharp pain in your head which only dragged another moan out of you.

your eyes screwed shut as you began to clench around his fingers, and in all honesty you were waiting for the moment for him to pull away. to deny you of an orgasm for being a brat all day. however, he didn’t. the knot in your stomach becoming more obvious as your moans got louder.

“go on. cum for me,” he breathed out; watching as you shook beneath him, curling his fingers rhythmically. it was all you needed to hear as you came undone, cumming all over his fingers with a loud moan. your legs shaking, his grip on your hair almost being what was keeping you upright.

your finger nails dug into his bicep, which had his tongue grazing his bottom lip. enjoying the feeling of you gripping onto him as you reached your orgasm, the sounds and moans you were making alongside the way your body squirmed on his fingers making him want to fuck your right now.

but he had other ideas. his fingers not slowing down, maybe even speeding up; especially his thumb on your clit which had your breathing increase quickly.

“o-oh,” you moaned out when you realised what he was doing, your eyes opening to look up at him, almost in question however he didn’t say anything. instead pulling your head towards his by your hair to press his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss.

he needed something. and you happily kissed him back, still gripping onto him as he continued the assault on your cunt. however it wasn’t long until you were struggling to kiss back, moaning against his lips as you held onto him for support.

“need-need a break,” you moaned out in a stutter after pulling away from his lips, head falling back and hitting the wall; not that you noticed, body overwhelmed with the pleasure that hadn’t stopped; your thighs pointlessly squeezing around his knee which was wedged between them.

you couldn’t make out the chuckle that left his lips, but you could feel his fingers curl again to hit your g-spot, almost squealing at the insane pleasure, loud moans filling the hotel room. probably the whole hotel floor.

“you wanted this so shut up and take it.” he grunted in response, tilting your head forward to look at him again, his aggressive tone one that didn’t come out too often, but god did it only add to everything you were feeling right now.

you couldn’t respond, not being able to form coherent sentences anymore as you pathetically nodded; eyes watering as his thumb toyed with your clit continuously and his fingers moved in and out of you consistently. your arousal and cum coating his fingers as your second orgasm fast approached.

without any warning you came again, his hand having to leave your hair and hold your hip down as your body attempted to push against him for more friction in response to its second orgasm. he was in heaven from the sight, something he’d never get sick of.

the way you could become a whimpering mess from just his fingers so quickly was something he was obviously proud of, and used to his advantage at all times.

and while usually now he’d become gentle again and give you time to recover from your consecutive orgasms, his fingers had left your cunt and we’re pushing against your lips in no time.

your eyelids lazily fluttering open, not showing any hesitance as you took his digits in your mouth; happily sucking your own juices off his long fingers while making sure your eyes stayed up and on him. if it wasn’t for his grip on your hip and his body pushed against yours, your knees probably would’ve gave out on you.

not that he cared right now, too focused on how your tongue moved around his fingers as the hard on his pants became too hard to ignore. “gonna fuck you now doll,” he told you; raising his eyebrow just to make sure you were good to continue. while he knew you could probably take it he still wanted to make sure.

and you quickly nodded, his fingers leaving your lips as you flashed him a small, lazy, reassuring smile; heavy breaths leaving your lips. while you could do with a few minuets to calm down, you were not going to protest to him fucking you. not when you had impatiently waited for this all day.

he was quick to grip your waist and spin you around, your hands quickly finding the wall in front of you to grip onto to ensure some balance.

you waited silently, for once, as you heard him play with the buckle of his belt and undressed what was necessary, taking the moments to try catch your breath as you resisted the urge to look back at him. you were in enough trouble as it is.

a sudden sharp pain on your right ass cheek snapped you out of your thoughts however, your body jolting forward as a small whimper left your lips. and you didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking.

his hand came down on the same spot again, before squeezing the skin tightly and rubbing his hand over it; then moving to tug your skirt further down your legs and out of the way.

your breaths became shaky as you waited in anticipation, yet nothing happened; which had you letting out a whine as you shook your hips slightly, in need of some contact.

“two orgasms and still desperate for more?” you heard him scoff from behind you, his hands finally finding your hips as you let out a small breath; resisting the urge to push back against him. “such a whore for me,” he hummed out, before suddenly sliding into you.

the pair of you both moaned from the sudden feeling, bottoming out inside of you immediately had your jaw dropping from the feeling. “isn’t that right?” he muttered in your ear as his hand found your hair once again, pulling your head back towards him.

he was stilled inside you, so you rushed your response. “ye-yes daddy, only for you.” you whimpered out, and the name alongside the confirmation had him groaning as he began to harshly thrust in and out of you.

the pair of you were filling the hotel room with loud moans, grunts, groans and whimpers; your hands desperately planted on the wall as he pounded in and out of you. his grip moving to your neck to hold you against his chest, his other hand resting on your hip to guide his thrusts.

he was pulling your body back against him to meet his movements, hitting spots inside of you which had you seeing stars as you moaned his name, his lips now lazily pressing kisses on the bruised and marked skin of your neck.

“feel so good around me baby,” he muttered out, still not able to stop himself from praising you with how good you took him; his cock twitching slightly inside of you as you clenched around him. only being able to whimper in response to his words.

his cock began hitting your g-spot repetitively when his hand left your hip to move to your thigh and lift your right leg up lightly, hitting new angles which had you almost falling forward.

“i’m close, fuck george,” you warned him; not even ashamed you were going to cum so quickly, as you were overly sensitive and this pounding was enough to have you reaching that state all over again.

“cum on my cock doll, go on,” your boyfriend moaned in your ear; still holding you up as his hips snapped against yours at a consistent speed. you clenched around him again, which had a louder groan leaving his lips.

that was all you needed to cum again, tears falling from your eyes this time, your body feeling as if it was no longer in your control; completely at his mercy as you came again.

the way you came on his dick and clenched around him, alongside george’s pleasure being pushed aside the past hours, meant he too came not too long after you. releasing inside of you without any worries, your name rolling of his tongue as his own head fell back.

your body was almost limp in his arms, the driver easily having the strength to keep you up as you both came down from your highs.

“you better get on your knees love, cause i’m no where near done with you.”

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a/n: part 9 of me not knowing if i like or hate the smut i just wrote 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 anyways george needed more appreciation on here and i would happily get on my knees for that man mY god

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what a man gotta do? | kth

genre; established relationship au, fluff

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?

word count; 2,488

warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore

a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x

There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.

The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.

So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends. 

He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”

“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.

A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”

Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.

“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.

“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”

And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”

Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”

Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.

“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.

“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”

Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”

Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”

With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”

Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”

“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”

Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment. 

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”

The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.

“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.

“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”

You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.

“Thanks for calling,” he tells her. 

Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”

You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.

Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.

“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”

If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.

The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”

“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.

“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.

Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.

“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”

You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”

Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”

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docile — lee hoseok/wonho and yoo kihyun

a/n: i hope you guys like this one!! i actually really like how it came out :,)

word count: 1.3k

content: sub!wonho, switch!kihyun (kinda lol he’s mostly just there being like 😗), dom!fem!reader, no titles used for the reader, vaginal sex (riding), mentions oral (m receiving), threesome, begging, edging, reader being soft for hoho :D also wonho and the reader would have talked about this beforehand! please be sure to communicate with your partner about everything but especially about involving other people!!

summary: kihyun walks in on you riding wonho and you decide to let him stay.

“oh fuck! shit, i’m sorry, i should have knocked!” he almost screeches, turning to walk the other way. he was probably expecting to get hell from either one or both of you, but you’re both confusingly calm.

“kihyun,” you murmur, causing him to stop dead in his tracks as he turns to look at you, “you can join us if you’d like. i’m sure hoho wouldn’t mind.”

he had walked in on you riding your boyfriend, and he looked over at said boyfriend, “d-do you mind?” wonho raises his head to shake it ‘no’ and that’s all the response kihyun gets from him. kihyun notices that you’re holding wonho’s arms held above his head, pinned down while your other hand plays with his chest. you had slowed down when kihyun barged in without knocking, but now you’d gotten back to a slower pace.

“use your words, bunny. kihyunie expects a proper response from you,” you murmur, and though your tone is soft, it makes kihyun shiver.

“no, i don’t mind,” wonho whispers, his voice is too soft and kihyun barely hears it, but you seem to let it slide, running your hands along his muscular chest.

“i-i didn’t expect— you’re so—” kihyun stutters, almost unable to find the words to express what’s going through his head.

“hoho thought that at first too. poor thing tried to be dominant, but he fits this role better, don’t you think?” your words sound like a question, but kihyun doesn’t know what answer to give. should he agree with you? what should he say? or should he say anything at all? “so, kihyun, if you’re gonna stay, might as well do more than just stand and watch, hm?”

“what do you want me to do?” he asks, if a bit too eagerly, and you chuckle at his readiness.

“what do you want to do? hoho’s really fun to touch and mess with, always so sensitive,” you smile as wonho blushes and moans at your fingers playing with his chest, “but you could touch me if you’d rather do that. just do whatever you want, within reason, of course. i won’t stop you and he definitely won’t.”

kihyun meekly shuts the door and makes his way over to the bed, sitting beside the both of you. he reaches his hand out to touch his fingers to wonho’s already sweat-covered skin. he runs them against wonho’s collarbone and neck, gentle with fear that if he does something wonho doesn’t like that you’ll be upset with him.

but wonho welcomes the touch, angling his head back. kihyun’s touch because firmer, if still incredibly gentle. your hands hold wonho’s waist now, giving kihyun the perfect opportunity to be a little less gentle with his touch. his nails drag down wonho’s perfect chest lightly, and he pulls and twists his nipple slightly.

wonho curses softly at this under his breath, and it fills kihyun with a new confidence. it makes you chuckle at how quickly kihyun got into the rhythm of this, but of course, you had to remind both of them who was in charge here, even as you got close to orgasm yourself, “t-tell me how you’re feeling, bunny.”

“i’m— oh! oh, fuck!— close! please, i’m gonna—!” he squirms around, trying to hold himself back for just a bit longer, knowing you don’t like it when he cums before you.

but you do slow down, watching wonho’s features as the orgasm he was so close to fades away, how unsatisfied and whiney he looks, “isn’t he cute, kihyunie? his expressions when he’s denied are the cutest, don’t you agree?”

“i— yeah, yeah,” kihyun just settles on agreeing with you, his hand now just mindlessly rubbing wonho’s chest and abdomen, noting the soft sighs coming from the other as his almost-orgasm fades away, “you should do it again.”

“oh?! should i?” your voice rises, curious at the way kihyun’s finally giving some input, “do you hear that hoho? kihyun wants me to deny you even more. is that what you want as well? to spiral into an edging hell until your poor cock just explodes with barely a touch?”

your words and tone affect both men simultaneously. kihyun shivers at the thought, even though he wouldn’t experience any of it. it did point out the fact though that he was incredibly hard right now. he didn’t even know if you wanted him here just to mess with wonho or if you’d also get him off if he asked.

and wonho is just a mess, whining and whimpering as he tries to move his hips around, but your hand stops him, holding his hips in place under you, “or should i show you some mercy, bunny? you’ve been very good today, so maybe i should reward you. what do you think?”

“p-please, i need it so, so badly, please let me,” he begs, and kihyun notices how wonho’s arms aren’t even resisting against your hold. he’s letting you hold them above his head and the thought that he could push you off of him and do whatever he pleases at any point but he chooses to be docile and obedient really nails home your dynamic. just thinking about it makes kihyun feel even more turned on.

you’re easily swayed by wonho’s begging like always. it’s too easy to want to give him anything he asks for, “shh, bunny. it’s okay, you’ve done well today, i’ll let you cum, alright?” and there’s also such obvious love and trust between you both that kihyun can understand just how easy it’d be to fall under your dominance. he’s starting to anyway.

but you start to up your speed again, groaning as your hand that had previously held his hips reaches up to cup his cheek, whispering to him, “come on, sweetie, give kihyunie a good show. y-you’re always the prettiest when you’re cummimg, so come on, let him see it.”

and he does. wonho throws his head back, making an expression like he’s in pain but that’s the furthest thing from the truth right now. his hips thrust up to match your speed too, and you’re so close you can almost taste it, feeling it build in your stomach before the warmth fills your entire body, and you moan out in pleasure yourself, reaching your hand down to rub your clit for that extra stimulation.

kihyun just watches, gawking almost, as you both finish, slowly coming to a halt with wonho still inside you, both of your breathing heavy as you run your fingers through wonho’s hair, kissing him on the forehead.

but your eyes wander, and you notice just how horny kihyun had gotten watching you both, “oh, kihyunie, is there something you want to say?”

“no! no i’m fine—“

“oh, alright then. well, let’s clean up, since—”

“okay wait!” he cuts you off right after you cut him off, gazing at you nervously before averting his eyes to some other part of the room, “can you get me off too, please?”

“see? that wasn’t too hard, sweetie,” you smile, reaching a hand out to rub his shoulder, and his eyes flutter closed at the contact, “unfortunately, my bunny gets jealous easily, and since he’s been so good today, i don’t think it’s fair to him for me to get you off,” kihyun whines against his own attempts to stay quiet, “but, if you ask nicely, maybe he’ll take care of you.”

kihyun glances towards wonho, a bit less sure of how to beg him, “please, hoseok, suck me off, i promise i’ll be gentle.”

“oh, trust me,” wonho chuckles dryly despite seeming out of it, sitting up as you get off of him, clearing his throat, “that’s a promise you don’t need to keep.”

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Hea, I love your stories! How about another one wit Zelda? She and reader are married happy but reader disappears for long time unknowingly (maybe kidnapped). During time she's gone Zelda marry Faustus and reader appears again. Please very sad and happy ending. Sexy is alright and good too. Love you and have a great day. (Sorry, I french)

Hi! I feel like this is kind of a train wreck, feels kinda rushed, but it's a lot to fit into a one shot. I hope you like it, anyway! (I couldn't resist making Blackwood the villain in this lol)

Warnings: Smut, mentions of flagellation as punishment, slight injury detail

A month ago, you had married the love of your life; the witch of your dreams. You never thought you could be so happy as in this moment, laying beside Zelda Spellman, as Y/N Spellman. You'd never grow bored of telling people you’re a Spellman now. You stroke Zelda's long auburn hair, kissing her softly and pressing yourself against her, and she chuckles against you, knowing you can’t get enough of her – and she can’t get enough of you. She hums as you kiss down her neck, sucking the pale skin there, leaving a deep purple mark. She hisses as your teeth graze her, her hands coming down to squeeze your bare ass.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Mrs Spellman,”

“Oh, I have no doubt about that, Mrs Spellman,” Zelda chuckles, her voice low, sultry. You grin and slide your hand between her legs, grazing over the soft patch of red hair there to slip your fingers between her folds, finding her already wet and wanting. A soft moan leaves her lips as your fingertip brushes her clit, her hips bucking slightly. You love to tease your wife, but know that now is not the time, know that all you want is to make her come undone beneath you, haven’t the patience to make her wait. You enter her with deft fingers, and as you move them inside of her, she claws at your back, ripping a groan from you that mingles with her own moans and mewls. You pump them faster and harder, add a third finger, fucking her with reckless abandon and she’s writhing beneath you now, mumbling praises and obscenities.

“O-oh darling... you’re so incredibly good a-at this...”

Zelda stiffens beneath you, throwing her head back against the pillow as her orgasm courses through her, moaning loudly and digging her nails into the flesh of your back, sure to leave marks there. She tugs on your hair, clinging to you in any way she can. As she comes down from her high, lids heavy and breathing erratic, her grip loosens, her muscles turned to jelly, and she kisses your cheek, your forehead, savouring the intimacy of this moment.

“I love you, Y/N. My amazing wife,”

“I love you more,” You roll from your place atop her, laying beside her brushing your mussed hair from your face, and take in the sight of Zelda now, euphoric, elated and thoroughly fucked.

“That my dear, is impossible,” You giggle and curl up in her arms, both of you falling asleep almost immediately, in a haze of marital bliss. Neither of you knowing the misery the next morning would bring, when you would be bundled into the trunk of a car, and seemingly disappear off of the face of the earth.

*

A year later

*

Zelda had finally given in, married the misogynistic High Priest that had been trying to court her for months, coaxing her with whisperings of power, status, and what he referred to as staggering sins of the flesh, which were only ever really mediocre, compared to you, and she would never admit her thoughts turned to you whenever she did let the man touch her. Zelda let him flagellate her, punish her in ways she felt necessary, because she should have been able to protect you. Knew that something had happened to you, that you would never have just left her, without a word, without a reason. Her heart was split in two, and her trysts with Faustus were her attempt at a soothing balm, although not soothing at all, merely her searching out physical pain to lessen the emotional. She saw her family less and less, felt cut off from them, having to spend almost all of her time at the academy with her now husband, and she felt alone, and broken, but resumed the facade of happy, married life, kept up the appearances expected of her as Lady Blackwood. As she lay beside her sleeping husband, feeling desolate, and unsatisfied, Hilda opened the door at the Spellman mortuary, to find you standing at the threshold, gripping the door jamb to keep yourself up, and you fell into Hilda's arms.

*

Zelda awoke to the feeling of being summoned, heard her sister’s voice in her mind, urgent, telling her to come home, She sounded panicked, and Zelda didn’t even think twice before teleporting into the mortuary entrance hall, clad only in nightgown, taking in the scene before her and gripping the bannister beside her instantly at the sight. Hilda knelt with your head in her lap. You looked thin, your skin pallid, almost translucent, and your breathing was laboured. A dark bruise surrounded your eye, and more bruises peppered the skin of your body, marks of tight restraint around your wrists and ankles.

“What happened, Hilda?? Satan, look at her!” Zelda's was hysterical, shaking uncomtrollably.

“I-I don’t know, Zelds. She just knocked on the door and collapsed,”

Zelda fell to her knees and crawled to your side, stroking your hair, and she sobbed, both from relief at your being alive, and fear at thoughts of what ordeals you had been through in the last year, a wave of self hatred coursed through her as she scolded herself for not resuming their search, not tearing the whole damn world apart to get you back. She had given up, and now she knew you were somewhere close the whole time, suffering, pained, and waiting for Zelda to save you. The sisters assisted each other in getting you to Zelda's bed, both silent save for choked sobs and sniffles, and over the coming days they nursed you back to health, and Zelda ignored Faustus, forgot he even existed.

*

The days after your return to the Spellman household were blurred, as if a fog surrounded you. You fell in and out of consciousness, let someone spoon feed you soup, took the water offered to you, swallowed foul tasting potions, and then fell back to sleep, your strength slowly returning to you, but still too weak to stay awake for long periods of time. You dreamt of Zelda, heard her voice, felt her touch, and you thought maybe you had finally died, must be dead, if you were really with her again.

But when you opened your eyes, colour finally returning to your cheeks, actually feeling somewhat human, Zelda laying beside you, your hand clutched in hers, and she sat bolt upright as she sees you wake, tears filling her green eyes. You can see she wants to say something, her mouth opening and closing again several times, and you offer her a weak smile from cracked lips.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Zelda's body was wracked with sobs, and you pulled her to you, stroking her hair, and began to sob yourself, so overwhelmed by being in Zelda's presence again, smelling her musty, floral scent, mingled with cigarettes, and you knew she had most likely returned to her habit of chain smoking. Feeling her warmth against you, the static of her magic that you had become so used to, you felt such a relief, a relief that you never thought you’d feel, so sure that you would never see or feel your Zelda again.

“None of this is your fault, Zeldie. I-it was B-Blackwood...” You swallowed thickly, feeling bile rise in your throat at the mere thought of the abhorrent man, knew that Zelda had married him. He had come to tell you, visited your prison often to gloat that Zelda belonging to him now, told you she was always supposed to belong to him, that you simply got in the way. An obstacle that he had to be rid of. You knew he would have killed you a long time ago, if the sadist in him didn’t enjoy seeing your pain, causing your pain. The excruciating torment of knowing Zelda was married to the man that took you away from her, and she was none the wiser. Faustus told you in great detail of the repentance she begged him for, how she cried as he flagellated her, and whispered apologies to you, for failing you. You squeezed your eyes shut now, willing your mind to banish the thoughts.

“What do you mean, Faustus?” There was a fire in Zelda's eyes now, a fury that made you almost pity any person that happened to be on the receiving end.

“H-he took me. Told me you were his. That I was in the way, ruined everything. He told me you married him, that it was his plan all along,” Zelda squeezed your hand, a tear slipping down her cheek, but her eyes were dark now, a storm raging inside them.

“That little bitch. He is going to be in for a world of pain,” She was shaking, so angry you thought she might explode, but she took a deep breath, calming herself and stroking your hair. “Darling, there's something I have to take care of. I’ll be right back,” You nodded, pulling her face to yours and kissing her softly, needing to feel her. It had been so long. “I’m never letting anybody take you away from me again, Y/N. I love you so much,”

“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” You couldn’t help but smirk. You weren’t typically a vengeful person, weren’t vindictive, didn’t wish people pain, but this man had destroyed your life, destroyed Zelda's, taken advantage of her in her grief, and although things would be better now, if anyone deserved punishment it was the High Priest.

“No sweetheart, I’m not. But someone is, if he doesn’t pack his bags and leave Greendale immediately,” And Zelda stormed from the room, a fire in her eyes, no doubt readying herself to round up the other Spellmans, and you knew that feisty wife of yours and her family, your family, were a force to be reckoned with, and that they would protect you at all costs now, eliminate the enemy that has taken you from them.

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tag game !

tagged by the lovely linh @latetaektalk ,, thank u soso much! this was so fun omg

tagging: @allurain @koushiningg @dreamystuffers @jinpanman @dulce-pjm @suhdays @pjmsdior @bangtans-peaceful-piegon @sugacouture

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

um i didn't rly write for any fandoms when i was younger, but i knew my 12yo self was probably conjuring harry potter headcanons in my head D:

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

for now, and for a long time, i've been writing for bts. i've like always been a multi from the moment i got into kpop but i've never actually fleshed out any of the wips i had for any other groups LMFAO. honorable mentions are got7, skz, haikyuu yup

3. how long have you been writing?

a longggg time, i think. i enjoyed writing fiction as a kid a lot. most of it would be like off-brand spy kids/harry potter/hunger games type beat stuff. and it was awful. but i was literally like 9 so cut me some slackLKSDFJSLKDjf

4. on which platforms do you post your stories?

primarily tumblr and i only recently made an ao3 acc. the only fic i have on there is a tae drabble that's already posted on here LOL. i think it's 'resolutely, yours.' but i don't even remember bye. i remember i drafted drivers license on there but i literally forgot to post it so it's probably gone HAHA.

5. what is your favourite genre to write?

e2l even though i have no e2l fics on this blog i think

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

i used to never plan my fics, like at all. but then i was so unsatisfied with the flow of things and like idk lack of clarity. drivers license was the first time i actually sat down and planned out an entire fic as i was writing it. it rly does make things easier when u have an idea of what u want. and then just having the idea can help you possibly expand on it and get even better ideas off of it. the events of drivers license and the order it was all written in changed like 20394803 times. but yeah, does that make sense... LMFAO

7. one shot or multi-chapter?

one shots because i can never fucking get myself to finish a series. i love reading them tho

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

no clue. i love long stories and slow burn tho, it's just so satisfying and $wag when it's well-written and the characters are well-written too.

9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?

the fic i'm about to post is nearing 20k, and it might even surpass that which will end up being the longest story on this blog. insane! drivers license is around 10k i think, and then if u combine the wnrs couple's fics it's like 15k? im too lazy to look tbh SRy

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

oh drivers license for sure! i don't think i've ever immersed myself and put so much effort into a story before. it was truly an amazing experience, and i just know that i'll probably never be able to write anything like that fic ever again. it's rly one of a kind for me.

11. favourite request you've have written and why (if any?)

most of the requests i had on this blog got taken down bc they were so bad. i'm not sure if the yoongi superhero!au is still up on here, but i'd choose that one since i really had to branch out of my writing style for it. regardless of it being like barely 2k.

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

miscommunication, so much banter, i used to see this a lot but i would take it out but... head bonking ??LSKDFJHAHA, my side characters being dumbasses and then my main characters being even bigger dumbasses (oc probably being the biggest dumbass)

13. current number of wips?

during the course of writing the current fic i plan on posting this week, i created like 5 wips and they all hit 5k, and then i straight up abandoned them. and then the endless idea bank google doc. so if i count the wips i for sure want to finish by like this year or summer... like 3 or 4.

14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?

i feel like i repeat stuff a lot throughout all my stories LOL,, it irks me so bad. i think i relate to all my ocs in at least one way or another.

15. a quote you like from a published story

alrighty this is a lil snippet from 'drivers license':

this is from the second letter oc wrote to jk:

"The same delusional daydreamer hopes that one day we can talk and laugh like old pals. Like nothing ever changed between us. I hope you achieve your dreams that you always thought seem too far-fetched, yet in the back of my mind I always knew you could easily grasp. I hope someday you can live a life of lesser worries and insecurities, because you rarely had any to start off with. I always hoped the world for you, because you deserve it. And despite everything, I still believe you do."

this paragraph seems pretty simple but i think it did the best job of like describing oc's emotions and realization of things,, its kinda cliche tew yas love that

16. a quote from an unpublished story

alr this is from the e2l jimin series that is going to take me forever to write bc the outline for it is SO LONG

“Would it kill you to at least show up with a shirt on?“ You sneer, patting your forehead with the back of your hand due to the sweltering sun. The event hasn’t even started yet and you can already feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck.

Crossing his arms, he scoffs, his biceps bulging out as his arms bend. Not like you were staring at them. “Sorry couldn’t hear you, too busy boosting the school’s morale.”

17. space for you to say something to your readers

i feel like i don't show enough appreciation to my readers and mutual on this blog. i have met so many lovely people and have gotten so much support, i hope u all know that it does NOT go unnoticed. i always tend to go back and reread all the comments and asks that i get on my stories bc it rly does make my heart soar. it makes my day!!! thank u all for sticking with me thru all my 3am shitposts and inconsistent writing schedule LOL,, you all have my whole heart and some more <3

[atopearth]

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Part 4 - Trials and Tribulations (3rd game)

Turnabout Memories Omggg! I can’t believe we get to see Phoenix and Mia’s first meeting! I’ve always liked Mia so this is great! It’s so cute to see a younger Phoenix that is so cute and careless haha. Didn’t expect him to be the defendant for Mia’s second case ever though, but I guess it is a Phoenix Wright game, they gotta put him in the spotlight somehow, so if he’s not the defence, he’ll have to be a suspect hahaha. It’s so adorable when Phoenix cries lmao, but wow Dahlia is so cute and pretty, she’s an angel! Those butterflies hovering around her though lmao. The bottle necklace was really cool.

Wow, I really liked how this case turned out, it definitely feels more in line with the cases in the first game that I liked the most, mainly because it’s simple, it’s straightforward and it rounds up all the evidence and people mentioned nicely. I didn’t expect Phoenix to be so smitten with Dahlia though lol, but yeah, she’s really evil, not that we get to know what her motives for killing that attorney were, but dang was she evil to give the bottle that hid the poison to Phoenix so the police wouldn’t find it. I find it kinda funny that it ended up backfiring on her because Phoenix refused to return it to her later on so she had to keep dating him to try and get it back loll. Gotta feel sorry for the ex though, he noticed that she was dodgy and had stolen poison from his labs and was nice enough to warn Phoenix, but that instead led to his death, sigh, so terrible. Considering Dahlia’s last words, I guess we’ll be seeing her again… But yeah, I really liked this case especially with Mia being the lawyer, you can see how great she was even when she was a newbie. Lmao at Mr Payne losing his hair and screaming when he lost loll. Gotta love all the exaggeration, it really makes the game haha.

The Stolen Turnabout It’s nice to see Andrews living a better life now than when she was a manager. Lmaoo that no one noticed the urn being weird with the name spelt wrong since Pearl glued it back in the wrong places. Shocking that the village is famous enough that their “treasures” are being exhibited though lol. Otherwise, Atmey the ace detective doesn’t seem very interesting of a guy lol. I have to say, I miss Larry and his ability to complicate everything so it’s nice to see him again! Can’t believe he and Phoenix didn’t talk to each other for two years though! But, I guess considering the type of happy go lucky guy he is, Larry following a woman to Japan and then getting dumped is believable loll. I wonder if he makes all the girls he dates famous or something loll. Anyway, I don’t know why, but I feel like Atmey looks like and feels like Mask DeMasque. Okay, I love Godot’s look, he looks cool!! HAHAHA, I love him already, he’s never won or lost a case before because he’s a beginner hahahaha. He’s such an eccentric but it’s so cute, it was so funny and slack when he wanted to call his next witness, but Gumshoe said he hadn’t proven anything yet, and Godot says he already proved his incompetence LOL. And I love how Godot said the safest place to keep evidence is by him pocketing them hahahah. Gotta love everyone’s confidence here, Atmey especially, he didn’t even get to see the culprit’s face and was knocked out by him but he’s still so full of himself lolll. Gotta love how lenient the judge is with all the dodgy people, but I guess that’s expected since he’s not the best himself hahaha. LMAO when Godot said objection and threw his coffee at Phoenix (Godot Blend #102 hahaha) and you see the cup on his head whilst it’s dripping coffee hahahaha.

Anyway, what is wrong with Ron? Why is he so insistent on being Mask DeMasque and being pronounced guilty? Ohh wow, didn’t expect the CEO that was apparently blackmailing Ron to die, and to think that Phoenix proving him to be at the CEO office at the time of the theft saved him from the current case but now has caused him to be arrested for murdering the CEO. Aside from that, I love how when Godot is losing to Phoenix, steam comes out of his head or he just says random things about coffee to express his feelings lmao. Hahaahha Wendy Oldbag is Larry’s superior and partner in KB Security? Loll, they both sound so dodgy, I’m worried for this building. I wonder if Mask DeMasque is like two people or something lol. Hmm so Ron was the thief but someone gave him the plans and what to steal~ HAHAHA, lmao when Godot said “you did it, didn’t you?” to Ron when he was about to start testifying and Ron with a serious face says “yes” and then realises what he just said yes to and starts saying noooo LOL. Like the judge said, it really could have been the shortest trial ever hahahaha. Gotta love Gadot’s variety of reactions, it was so hilarious whenever he spat his coffee out at Phoenix uncovering things that were unexpected to him hahaha. Anyway, I really liked how things went on in this part of the trial! Even though it was obvious Detective Atmey was the culprit, it was interesting to see how he made everyone fall into the trap of thinking he was actually Mask DeMasque in order to get himself a guilty verdict of larceny as his alibi to protect him from actually being accused of murdering the CEO. That felt really clever and interesting imo. Well, glad to know Desiree really loves Ron as much as he loves her, so it’s a nice ending for them haha.

Overall, although Atmey was a boring culprit when considering his motives etc, I found the flow of the case really fun and interesting. The case started off pretty funny and amusing by introducing the broken urn from the previous game again and making it seem like a theft case, when really it interrelated with the idea of someone trying to use the double jeopardy rule (can’t be tried for the same charges twice when some sort of verdict has been made already) to get themselves out of the more serious crime. I liked the idea and the execution of it quite a bit and enjoyed how everything turned out~

Recipe for Turnabout A fake Nick?! Isn’t it a bit crazy that no one in court or anything knew it was a fake though?? Not sure if I like the sound of this case already… The fake also kinda tarnished his reputation for losing and getting a guilty verdict too! Well, I didn’t expect to see Maggey again, bad luck follows her everywhere, huh? Even when she’s been fired as a police officer and is now a waitress… Yahh, Armstrong is certainly an eccentric character… Well, uh, aside from the disgusting food, overly pungent flower smell in the restaurant and those weird dodgy aromatherapy oils he’s giving out, is there anything good about this guy or restaurant?! Omgg lace curtains in a kitchen, I am dreading the possibility of a fire already… Lmao when Maya in that maid/waitress outfit couldn’t entice Victor to talk and so she had to turn into Mia lolll.

Honestly though, Godot makes me want to drink coffee allll the time hahaha. Lmaooo at Gumshoe trying so hard to get Phoenix to doubt his testimony and evidence so that Maggey can be freed hahahah. Awww so cute how Gumshoe made a lunchbox for Maggey since she seemed to have lost weight from the stress of the case! Lmao that it’s just a bunch of weenies/sausages with rice though hahahah. I’m surprised no one cares or thinks the chef is suspicious especially since Maggey fainted when the guy got poisoned, like ummm okay?? I’d say that the idea of the Victor seeing a fake crime scene with a fake victim was interesting, but at the same time, it felt really implausible? Especially with how easily it was renounced by Phoenix because of the radio lottery announcement that occurs at 1:30pm every time? Lmao at everyone (even the judge hahaha) getting scared of Tigre’s dominating presence and shouting so they hide under the table lolll. Gotta love how calm Godot remains.

And yeah…the way they tricked him into telling the whole court what the bottle of potassium cyanide actually looked like etc was just..so, how do I say it? Unsatisfying??? Well, technically I felt like the whole story of this case and how it happened and why it happened was pretty bland already, but even the way they got him was just so uncharacteristically satisfying. I feel like what I enjoy most about the game is when they give you the evidence and the testimonies and that leads you to solving the case with clear cut evidence etc to show that “this person” did it. It just feels rather cheap when they deviate from that since it doesn’t feel like the reader themselves really did their part to show why this person is guilty, instead you’re reliant on Phoenix doing something random and dodgy to succeed. On another note, I found Maggey blaming Gumshoe and hating on him really annoying especially when she was a policewoman before and so she should understand that he had to give the facts, like seriously, you can’t blame him for telling the truth, especially when he ran around everywhere trying to help find evidence to prove her innocence. Not only was she not grateful for any of it, she KEEPS blaming him even after the trial ends! Like girl, he has no obligation (other than his job) to help her to such an extent that he’s even making lunchboxes etc for her, I was so annoyed with her, and do not want to see her again honestly, but I doubt it’s the last time we see her zzz. Considering how annoying she was about it all, I’m surprised she still ate the lunchbox in the end, Gumshoe is wasted on her. But yeah, basically, not a fan of this case in terms of story or the characters/witnesses. Victor was okay because he was a silly guy, but Tigre was so boring, even more boring than I initially thought.

Turnabout Beginnings I’m glad we get to see Mia’s first case! I was scared they might put it in the next game or something haha. Is Diego (another attorney in the same law firm as Mia) Godot’s father or something? Or is it actually Godot himself? Or am I just thinking too much haha. Omgggg I can’t believe Edgeworth is the prosecutor!! Young him is so cute though lol. Nah, Diego has the statement coffee cup, he’s gotta be related to Godot, it must run in the family!! Loll. Awww Gumshoe and Edgeworth go way back! So, is Melissa Dahlia? Did she change her name?? Honestly though, I’m not really interested in the case haha, doesn’t help how biased the judge is and how tricky Edgeworth is lol. Okay, that was unexpected, Valerie, Fawles and Dahlia were in on this “kidnapping” to get some cash out of it, but Valerie betrayed them and caused her sister, the little girl “Dahlia” to fall to her death on the bridge? Ohh okay, that turned out more interesting than I thought. I can see why Mia was quite traumatised with her first case, she was so close to revealing Dahlia to be the one that jumped off the bridge herself to keep that 2 million diamond for herself, and how she killed her sister and pinned it on Terry to stop the truth from getting out, and yet…Terry was so obsessed and taken with Dahlia that he chose to commit suicide instead, and it was by drinking poison from that bottle Phoenix had in the beginning of the first case in this game… That was honestly pretty saddening.

Bridge to the Turnabout Okay, initially, I was sceptical about this with the Iris seeming to be Dahlia thing and the temple stuff etc, but now that Phoenix is hurt and Larry wants Edgeworth to defend Iris, this seems like it’ll be a fun case! Like, sure, the court was dodgy enough to accept a paper attorney badge last time and not even recognise Phoenix’s imposter, but everyone knows Edgeworth is a prosecutor! How are they going to get around that? Loll. Swapping the judge out is a good idea to get around it, but I like the judge!! Well, the judges are brothers so I guess that’s cool hahaha. But yeah, I love the usual judge, he’s so silly, it’s hilarious! Anyway, lmao that the “blackmail letter” to Iris was actually Larry’s love letter hahahaha, he ended up scaring her away instead lollll.

Omggg Franziska vs Edgeworth?? I prefer Godot but I guess this match will be interesting. Hahahaha at the judge thinking Edgeworth looks familiar (since he’s the same judge that was in the Mia vs Edgeworth case back in the day) and Franziska insisting there’s no such weakling in the prosecutor’s office lolll. And then I love how the judge tries to get rid of Franziska’s whip but Edgeworth says she should be allowed to keep it since he doesn’t care lolll, what about the judge’s wishes?! Lmaoo at Sister Bikini (what a name btw LOL) being so short (because of her bad back) at the witness podium, you just see her eyes blinking hahahaha, and then they had to get milk crates for her ahahaha. Awwww Edgeworth is so cute to say he now understands why Phoenix feels so happy when he exposes contradictions in testimonies hahaha. Larry is hilarious, I can’t believe he was literally sketching for 15 minutes when the bridge was burning down instead of getting help LOL. It’s normal for Edgeworth and Franziska to insult Larry’s intelligence but lmao at even the judge saying he was surprised Larry actually witnessed an actual event loll. Gotta love how Larry makes every case he’s in more complicated haha.

Hmmm is Godot the guy that was poisoned by Dahlia?🧐 Is Elise Maya’s mother? She is!! Iris is Pearls’ sister??? Do they even know about each other?? Oh wait, now Iris is a twin?? Well, I was thinking that was the only logical explanation to the people sighting her everywhere and the extra psyche locks on the Sacred Cavern (where Maya is trapped) but I’m still surprised that they’re all actually Morgan’s (Misty’s sister, so Maya and Mia’s aunt) daughters! Ummm, if Iris’ father is a jeweller and he left Kurain village with the twin daughters after knowing that Morgan could never be the master, and if he gave Iris up to the temple and kept the other daughter… Does that mean Dahlia is the other sister and that’s why she really wanted that jewel in that case? Oh wow, Iris was a part of the fake kidnapping as well but somehow betrayed Dahlia causing her “killing spree”. Hmm if they stole the jewel as “revenge” on their father for how he treated Morgan (dumping her since she was useless to him), what was their plan exactly?

Hahaha gotta love that the trial has barely started and it’s already killing Phoenix since Iris just confessed she’s actually an accomplice to the murder! Well, the pendulum swinging the body back was pretty much what I expected even though it still kinda sounds rather far fetched… And I was wondering why Iris was weird, she’s actually Dahlia! I’m kinda confused at the idea of them being able to materialise Dahlia without actually having her body like possess someone? Since it’s implied initially that Misty was the one channeling her, but now that she’s dead, she’s still materialised?? I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but wouldn’t it be most likely that the one channeling Dahlia is actually Maya? And yep it was! I was thinking it was impossible for Pearl to have been the one channeling her since she already since she didn’t and couldn’t do it, so I was so confused haha. It’s good that Maya was smart enough to consult Mia and that’s how they were able to plan and get Maya to protect herself from Dahlia by being the one channeling her so that she wouldn’t be able to know that the one she actually needed to hurt was herself. That thing Dahlia kinda became when she was disappeared was pretty menacing, I feel like she would be back in a future game just because of how vengeful she is tbh.

Omg, the defence attorney Dahlia poisoned was Armando, the guy who was helping Mia out in that trial with Dahlia. Both Mia and him were still suspicious of Dahlia after that case so she killed him…. I knew it was coming, but to think that Diego Armando is really Godot… Like, don’t get me wrong, I love Godot’s looks, but I’m sure having to wear that visor to see things etc already kinda depicts how terrible his life must had become after the incident with Dahlia. Oh wow, Godot was in a coma for 5 years due to the poison… I never expected Godot to have loved Mia so much that he hated Phoenix for not being able to protect her whilst he was asleep. And I didn’t expect him to care so much that he made protecting Maya one of his reasons for living, since he knew that she was the most important person to Mia. It’s so tragic yet sweet… I didn’t think Misty, Iris and Godot all cooperated trying to foil Morgan’s plan though… Honestly, it broke my heart to see Godot trying to guide Phoenix to the end of the trial by himself instead of always relying on Mia. It’s true that he hated Phoenix for not protecting Mia, but Godot also hated himself for missing out on everything that happened as well, he felt like he failed as well. So having to see Phoenix point out that Godot was the murderer was so tough and terrible to witness, mainly because they all did what they did to protect Maya. Misty channeled Dahlia’s soul to prevent Pearl from doing it, but that meant it was up to Godot to stop her, and there was no other way to stop her than for Godot to have stabbed her at that moment. Although Godot doubts whether he did it for Maya or for himself (for revenge on Dahlia poisoning him), I think there’s no need to even think about it, even though he had his own sort of pride (for not telling Phoenix about the plan), in his own way, he did what he could to protect what was precious to Mia. And that honestly breaks my heart.

The other most surprising thing to come out of this was that in reality, Dahlia and Phoenix only met each other twice (when she used him to hide the poison and when she tried to poison him in the end), all the other times they met and dated and had a relationship, it was actually Iris trying her best to get the bottle back from him so that Dahlia wouldn’t kill him. Although, she obviously failed and that caused Dahlia to hatch her plan and not tell Iris about it because she knew Iris had fallen in love with Phoenix. Honestly though, I really wanted Phoenix and Iris to get together this whole time, so knowing that they used to be together was really nice. If only it was possible in the future too… I thought it was really cool and bittersweet how Phoenix and Godot shared a cup of coffee with each other at the end of the trial. I guess in a sense, he’s finally free since the case is resolved, but at the same time I can’t help but feel so sad about it all. Maya and Pearl are really strong for being able to keep up their smiles.

Honestly, I found the last case to be rather convoluted and boring because of the fact that I’ve never really been a fan of the supernatural element of the game with the Kurain channelling technique. The only times I liked them using it was to bring back Mia, but not really in an actual case, so that detracted points for me, and I guess also because Dahlia wasn’t a very interesting villain either. Dahlia is just like this ball of pure hatred for everything and everyone for betraying her and treating her like crap, and although it’s understandable, aside from her looks, there was nothing I liked about her lol. However, the last case definitely hit me in the feels the best out of all the cases in this trilogy, I legit wanted to cry because of Godot’s/Armando’s story and motivations, he was really relatable and I couldn’t help but really empathise with his hatred, his sadness and his forced acceptance of reality in the present. It was painful to witness because of how much it broke my heart. He is definitely my favourite character for this whole franchise. Larry and Mia being close seconds haha.

Overall, although I found the Maggey case and the Godot one lacking in terms of the case itself, most of this third game was great! I enjoyed most of it and really felt like it had the gist of what I loved in the first game so it was great to play through it! The psyche locks are still something I don’t like, but oh well. Honestly, I really wanted to play as Edgeworth a bit more but I guess I can play that other game with him as the MC? It’s on Android so I guess I can play it on that haha. I think my favourite part was being able to play as Mia, I really enjoyed getting to see more of her personality and how she worked her way through her cases and how much of an impact that first case had on her. She should get spin offs too! Tbh, my favourite case was hers with Edgeworth because just as it had an impact on them with the suicide at the end, I also found it very interesting and engaging with how the case flowed and how it ended up all going downhill at the last moment. I feel like it was a really refreshing take amongst the usual cases. All in all, I would definitely recommend the trilogy because it really is so much fun! I’m so sad that it’s over tbh, I hope they port the other games, I want to see more!! A lot of the things are silly especially with introducing evidence out of nowhere and all that, but it just makes the whole story so much more entertaining, so I think if you’re not crazy strict about how courts should be like and just want some law drama fun, this is probably the epitome of it, because I have to admit, it’s so satisfying to hear Phoenix and them shout “objection!” all the time haha. The dialogue is so witty, cool and fun that it really makes the game such a highlight with how the prosecutor and defence attorney interact, and you just gotta love the silly judge adding his random comments hahaha. I miss it already😭

[lisinfleur]

Rangsælis - Prologue: Day Zero

Author’s Notes | It was supposed to be a shot, but I saw the potential for something more into this request. I have been watching some gameplay of games like "Life is Strange" and movies like "Happy Death Day", and everyone here knows how fallen for time-loop plots I am. So I decided to take the chance and turn it into a whole new series for you guys! I hope you enjoy cause I'm really happy with this new work. If you don't like Angst, this is REALLY NOT the place for you, because things will get VERY and DEEPLY angst in here. I recommend the movie and gameplay I mentioned for a better comprehension of the background I'm using for this plot line. Enjoy. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, based on a request made by @lol-haha-joke for 5CW4 Words | 4184 ⁑ Warnings: HEAVY ANGST. Death scene’s graphic description, major character’s death, alcohol abuse, depressive content, sadness, deep sorrow. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering! +18 STRICTLY!

"Good morning, big boy. Time to wake up..."

Her voice was always the best way to start the day.

Her touches caressing his skin or her sweet laughs when he embraced her waist, rolling them both at the bed just to have her body under his, with her beautiful hair spread all over his pillows.

The most beautiful vision he could ask the gods to have.

Ubbe leaned down, kissing her lips softly. And she embraced his neck, causing him to deepen the kiss, lowering his body down into her embrace, gluing them both and creating that delicious warmth that could lock them both in bed for hours.

"Hnn..." He growled in the back of his neck, mumbling against her lips with a hoarse pillow voice. "This way you'll wake up something more than just my mind, wife," he joked, causing her to giggle against his lips.

"I wish I could... But you know how hard it is to find a time with the Seer nowadays and I have to go see him today," she said with the melodic voice he could hear for hours without getting tired of her words.

"That's a pity," he answered, softly nuzzling her neck with his nose as her fingers were caressing his nape, under the long braid she had done with his hair not so long ago. "Maybe tonight?" he asked, still keeping the teasing, softly biting her skin, causing her to giggle again.

"Maybe tonight... After your surprise, husband," she answered, sliding out of his arms just to leave him with a curious glare in his eyes while she was straightening the beautiful blue dress she chose for the day.

"Surprise?" Ubbe asked sitting on the edge of their bed, watching as she was messing up with his clothes, choosing him a shirt before handing it to him.

"If I tell you now, then it won't be a surprise anymore, right, my curious wolf," she answered, smiling.

Ending up earning a smile from his lips as well.

"You're right," he affirmed, dressing the shirt she gave him and embracing her from behind, kissing her neck and breathing he scent he loved so bad. "I can barely wait... You know how curious I am, love."

"I do," she said, turning herself into his embrace to look at his beautiful blue eyes before completing with a mockingly smile: "That's what makes everything better about surprising you, husband."

Ubbe cupped her face, kissing her lips softly once again before she slipped away from his arms, giggling while leaving to the dining room where his breakfast would surely be waiting for them, already served.

He smiled, following the movement of her skirt at the hall. Ubbe could look at his wife for hours and yet, he was sure he would never find something as beautiful as she was.

His precious Y/N...

He could still remember how hard it was to conquer her and how good it was to have her first kiss.

Y/N melted his senses and reason as quickly as a spark would set fire at the straw of a barn.

He even fought Hvitserk at the first and only time his brother asked when they would share her. He, who would always share his women with his brother for the mere pleasure to see them arching and moaning under his younger one, punched Hvitserk merely for asking something that sounded so dreadful to his ears.

Not her. Not his precious Y/N.

She was different. Non-shareable.

She would be his beautiful wife. His treasure. His everything.

They shared breakfast together and it was time for him to leave for his daily chores at the Great Hall - but not before stealing a long and warm kiss from her moistened lips.

She would care for his house, order the slaves' tasks and visit the Seer. At that night, a special dinner when she promised to tell him what was that mysterious surprise that was tickling his thoughts all the time now, while he was trying to focus on the peasant problems to be solved.

He was sure she would make his favorite food. Maybe was a good reason to invite his brothers... Or maybe she would want something more intimate... Better not to make any invitations in her name and...

"Prince Ubbe?" the male voice sounded, kinda waking the prince from his own thoughts. "About the fences..."

"Yes... Of course... Well..." Ubbe sighed, remembering he had to have attention to the peasant's words or he wouldn't be really working for the day and it wasn't fair. "The fences... Who's the owner of the horse that broke it?"

"As I told you, my lord, my own horse broke the fence because my neighbor didn't respect my warning about keeping his mare away from the limits. The mare is in heat and it called up my stallion. Now the fence is ruined and my neighbor wants me to pay for the costs by myself."

Ubbe sighed.

Sometimes it was so boring to be the prince!

He wanted so bad someone was there to sit in his place so he could go fish or find something really useful to do...

"Your stallion broke the fence. But you also ignored his warns so you pay the wood. You make the fixing services. Come back if the mare is with cub so we decide how to proceed about the animals." he decided, pointing the responsible for each task and dismissing the unsatisfied peasants that left still complaining with each other about how unfair it was the decisions and how one was righter than the other.

"You should pay the fence; it was your stallion. No, you should pay; I warned you to keep your mare away. Blah blah blah... Such a simple thing to solve!" Ubbe sighed when his younger brother came into the room, noticing he was mumbling alone and giggling.

"Did the peasants finally got you crazy, brother?" Hvitserk asked, causing him to roll his eyes.

"How did father used to deal with all these boring things?" he complained, accepting his brother's cup of mead, sighing before sipping the thick liquid into the cup. "Some things could be easily solved if people just stop complaining and started talking to each other without just losing time pointing fingers". Ubbe sighed.

Hvitserk took a seat at the stairs near the throne Ubbe was sitting in, his own cup of mead in hands.

"Things were easier when mother was alive..." the younger one commented and Ubbe sighed again, this time, frustratedly.

"Things were easier when we weren't kings, Hvitserk. When the crown of our father was in his head, held by our mother and Björn... When..." he cut his words, sighing again when Hvitserk completed what Ubbe had silenced in his throat.

"When Sigurd was alive and we were just a bunch of bastards hunting skirts all around Kattegat, not really knowing the weight of our titles as more than just good baits for having women sweating under our bodies... I know. I miss those days, Ubbe... It's not that I don't like the fact we solved our differences with Ivar and stuff, but... I really miss his music sometimes, you know?"

Hvitserk was clearly touching the wound. The single wound the time was still not able to close in Ubbe's heart.

Since all those wars finally ended with Lagertha's exile and Björn's departure, the only wound that was still open in between the brothers was Sigurd's death. That injury had never really stopped bleeding and even covered with the dark and dirty rag of oblivion, was still there, alive and pulsating in pain to Hvitserk, regret to Ivar, and guilt to Ubbe who never really forgave himself for being unable to avenge his little brother the way he should have done.

But avenge Sigurd would mean killing Ivar with his bare hands and it would make him nothing but a fratricide - everything he would always condemn Ivar for becoming.

So, that situation was fated to be forcefully hidden, yet never forgiven or really forgotten in between the brothers - maybe the reason why Ivar and they were always kinda separated, even with the deals and the fact they were kinda sharing the crown of Kattegat now.

Ubbe took a new sip from his mead and got up, trying to brush away the bad sensations of that conversation and push Sigurd's subject back under the rugs, touching Hvitserk's shoulder with a smile.

"Mead in, mead out. I need to pee. Can you take care of things for me here for a while, brother?" he asked, causing Hvitserk to lift one eyebrow.

"Already? Your stomach has a hole, Ubbe. You didn't even finish your cup," he joked, taking Ubbe's seat at the throne, a little bit more spread up and relaxed than the older brother.

"Hvitserk would never have the manners of a real king," Ubbe thought with a smile. At least one of his brothers kept the childish ways after all.

"Do you really think this is my first cup? Sit down here for an hour without four cups of mead and tell me if you're not crazy, brother. I'll be right back" he said, smiling when Hvitserk laughed, shaking his head before ordering the slaves to let in the next case.

The afternoon out of the Hall was warm and cozy. Ubbe relieved his bladder at the bushes outside the wall and then came walking towards the square, observing the way everything was walking perfectly.

Kattegat needed some good restoration after all the wars it faced since his father died, but now, there it was: the majestic commercial center, working big and full as his father would like to see. Farmers from all sides of the Scandinavia were coming to trade their goods in Kattegat's docks. Fishes, vegetables, meat, cattle, slaves... Everything could be found in Kattegat's market and it became the jewel of his people under their hands.

"Faðir would be proud," he thought, thinking seriously about leaving Hvitserk at the throne for the day and going back home to provide the last thing that was really missing in his family: heirs.

Neither he nor Hvitserk had produced any child yet and everyone knew very well Ivar wouldn't be the one from where his father's offspring would keep spreading. He could go back home, lure Y/N into his bed, spend that cozy afternoon being sure to have her with child until the end of this season... The thoughts curved his lips, but it wouldn't be fair to leave his little brother alone with those boring problems for so long.

Through the rest of the day, Ubbe shared with Hvitserk the chair in the middle of the hall, solving the problems of an endless queue of peasants, keeping things organized in the town they were building while Ivar was caring for the raids, warrior training, and stuff outside of the Hall. It was already night when he decided to come back home.

At this time, sweet Y/N would already have his dinner ready and he would finally be able to know what was that mysterious surprise she was hiding from him.

Ubbe couldn't wait to arrive and talk to her about the idea of start planning their children, but his anxiety didn't cause him to miss the fact his door was unlocked.

Y/N never left that door unlocked after the sunset. And his house was never that silent: there were always the sounds of dishes being served, the slaves talking, his sweet wife's voice echoing around... However, that night, the sound of the wind coming from the open windows was everything he could hear in the strangely darkened house.

The candles weren't lit.

The windows weren't closed.

The house's heart of fire was the only thing burning with a gloomy crackling that caused cold shivers to go down Ubbe's spine.

For precaution, he unsheathed his sword. Someone could have broken into his house and he couldn't allow Miss Fortune to play with his senses...

His steps walked through the hallways towards the dining room where his wife was supposed to be with the slaves, and so, Ubbe's heart started racing: some of his slaves were there, slaughtered.

Leaving behind the good sense that would scream him to not to warn his presence, Ubbe started running the rooms of his house, searching for his sweet wife. Part of him wanted to find her, alive, well. The other part of his soul was begging her to not to be home, to have fled, escaped that raider somehow.

More of his slaves were lost around, but it was inside his room, over his bed, he found the answers to all his fears.

Ubbe's blade fell to the ground, causing a metallic sound to spread through the empty halls, echoing like a sad song. There wasn't a reason to keep it in his hands anymore.

On his bed, his beloved Y/N was carefully laid. The beautiful blue skirt perfectly falling from her legs to the side of the bed as an immobile cascade. Her hair spread all over his pillow as if it was carefully settled to remember him how much he loved to see her strands over his sheets. Her eyes were closed in a way so peaceful that he could even say she was sleeping if it wasn't for the brutal break on that frozen scene: The horrendous bruise in her neck where the beautiful embroidery of her dress' belt was marked against her bruised skin denouncing the strength her aggressor used to strangle her with the handmade piece Ubbe could still remember her delicate hands embroidering.

No.

Not her aggressor...

Her murderer.

Ubbe's hands broke the scene, slowly lifting her up to his arms. Her skin was already pale and cold, but she was still soft, telling him the murder was committed some hours ago, but not that far from now.

Maybe when he was drinking with his brother...

Maybe when he was thinking about the children they would never have.

The pain clenched his heart into his chest like thorny rope, ripping his chest in a painful scream so terrible that soon his open house was full of his neighbors and not far from that moment, his brothers were called to the scene to find Ubbe's tears covering his face as he was slowly cradling his dead wife's body against his chest.

In a moment, there were happy thoughts of children and plans for the future. At the other, Ubbe was preparing his beloved wife's funeral boat, burning with her all the slaves whose lives were taken with hers, so she could be received and well served at the halls of the goddess if Lady Freya could accept his prayers and offers for his beloved sweet Y/N to be received by her.

No more dreams of happiness or laughs at the morning, or her voice to wake him up. Instead, the light of her boat burning at the water of that cursed night would haunt Ubbe's mind forever until he was able to find the bastard who took his beloved wife's life and make him suffer equal fear and death as his sweet Y/N had suffered.

The mead that was helping him to deal with the boredom of the peasant's problems before, was now serving to numb the pain of his heart. But after a whole barrel, Ubbe could barely walk and Hvitserk took his older brother home, laying him in his former room, on his former bed.

"I'll find him, Hvitserk... I'll find this bastard and I'll rip the skin off his body! I'll... I'll burn him alive... I'll cut his throat and serve his blood to the gods so they'll give me my sweet Y/N back..."

The words kept coming out of his drunken mouth as Hvitserk took off his boots, loosening his buckles and covering his poor drunk and cursed brother.

First father, then mother, Sigurd, now Y/N. Hvitserk knew how much each of those deaths had hurt his poor brother and how hard it would be for Ubbe to deal with the terrible morning to come without his wife.

Y/N had become his brother's life and now, Ubbe was ended with her and Hvitserk knew the promises of vengeance that were coming from Ubbe's mouth were nothing but a way for him to find a reason to keep himself alive.

Hvitserk was sure Ubbe would find Y/N's murderer... He was sure the bastard would pay with his life and lots of blood, screams, and pain before this. There would be no mercy for the man who took his brother’s heart and soul away that horrid way.

But when this avenge was done, Ubbe would be done with it. And he couldn't really think about anything to ease the pain in his brother's wounded heart.

At that night, Hvitserk left the room only when Ubbe's eyes were already closed. But Ubbe wasn't really sleeping yet. As soon as his little brother left, Ubbe embraced the fur that was covering him and acid tears of pain started pouring from his eyes.

The scene of his sweet Y/N so peacefully laid in that bed they shared with each other so many times in bliss, wasn't leaving his mind and with that image mixing with her last smiles of that morning - their last morning together - dancing in his mind, Ubbe ended up crying until the sleepiness took him away.

Far, far away...

Years away.

 The strange sounds woke up the oldest of the boys in that bedroom. Already used to noises in his house due to his three other brothers - the younger of them, a sick baby always needing his mother's attention - Ubbe never had a heavy sleep. Mixed with the fact he saw his mother going bed kinda dizzy after some extra glasses of wine she drunk after dinner, the boy didn't really have slept that night, so the strange noises easily woke him up.

It wasn't cough, but yet there were some choking and gasping noises coming from somewhere in his room. His sleepy eyes ran carefully over his brother's beds, always taking care of their safety as if it was something like a mission to himself.

Hvitserk was all over the bed, spread legs, one of his arms hanging out the bed an only one leg covered by the fur blanket almost entirely on the ground. Sigurd, on the other hand, was entirely wrapped in his blanket, shrunken like a little ball over his bed of furs so bigger than him. Ubbe felt his heart clenching into his chest for the poor little one: it was too soon for taking Sigurd out of his crib. He never really slept with safety without the wooden walls around him and since Ivar was born, he was sleeping like that: always wrapped, always shrunken. Sometimes, Ubbe would jump from his own bed to his brother's bed, creating a barrier with his own body, causing Sigurd to relax and the older boy got up to follow this intent when movements in his little brother's crib called his attention.

Poor Ivar...

His blanket was all messed up and without his legs, the baby wasn't able to kick it away from his own face or straighten it over himself or, at least, throw it away from his little twisted body.

Solicitous, Ubbe came near the crib to help his baby brother and so, everything made sense in his sleepy head, turning his mind awake at the same second: the noises were coming from Ivar's crib! It was Ivar, chocking on his own blanket which corner had fallen into his mouth and was blocking his nose and mouth, getting more and more mussed the more Ivar was moving his little hands, trying to take it away from himself. His baby brother's little head was already almost wrapped in that suffocating package and Ivar was starting to become motionless!

"MOR!" Ubbe yelled out loud, taking the blanket away from Ivar's crib and ending up waking the whole bedroom with his own scream and Ivar's loud cry of pain and fear that started echoing as soon as the baby was able to catch the air around once again. "MOÐIR!! MOÐIR HELP!!"

Warned by his yelling, Aslaug came running towards his room, seeing her little one still red and noticing the blanket on Ubbe's hand.

The poor boy was panting, scared. Sigurd was crying in his bed, scared by Hvitserk's loud sound when the middle brother went straight to the ground with the yelling around. But it was the little baby she caught up into her arms, cradling the small child in her embrace trying to calm down his desperate cry and crying alongside him, regretting the attempt for a deep sleep on that night.

Relieved, Ubbe sat near young Sigurd, embracing his scared little brother, checking on Hvitserk's head to see if the fall didn’t have hurt his poor sleepy brother.

That night, the three of them slept together at the same bed while Aslaug kept herself awake so Ivar could sleep in her arms...

 How long since the last time he remembered that shitty story about him and his brothers? It was such a vivid memory he could still feel the smell of little Sigurd's hair or the warmth of his lost little brother’s body nestled to his, seeking for protection in his figure once his mother wasn't there for him anymore.

What a shitty thing to remember in such a terrible morning. Maybe Sigurd had come to caress his head at night, remembering Ubbe was there for him so he would be there to help with his bigger pain, even coming from a place so far, like Valhalla.

Still feeling the taste of the bad mead of last night, Ubbe stretched himself in bed, not opening his eyes. He didn't want to see his former room and remember he was sleeping there for he was now a widow. He didn't want to wake up with the sun in his face once again, missing the sweet voice of his beloved Y/N to wake him up. It would be the first morning without...

"Good morning, big boy. Time to wake up..."

Ubbe's heart stopped in his chest. His throat closed with a large knot and he didn't open his eyes, this time, afraid to break whatever was happening at that moment.

Thousands of thoughts flooded his mind with endless questions as a part of him was trying to understand if it was real or just a dream, if what happened was real or just an awfully real nightmare, if she was really there or just passing to wake him up one last time in her way to the halls of the gods...

And everything stopped again when the sweet touch of her soft and warm hand slid through his face.

"Lazy today, big boy? Come... I want to take breakfast with you before we can leave. You know how hard it is to find a time with the Seer nowadays and I have to go see him today."

The visit to the Seer...

Her sweet voice sounding again to his ears.

Ubbe opened his eyes and it wasn't his room at the Great Hall around him. It was his bed...

His house.

And his beloved Y/N looking at him, smiling so bright.

"Is everything ok, Ubbe? You're pale..." she started but he didn't let her finish.

His arms wrapped her in a tight hug and his lips caught hers in a deep, needy kiss. All the urge of the wounded heart causing him to deep breathe against her hair, holding her against his chest, allowing himself to feel the scent and alive warmth he thought he would never have again.

Allowing her to feel how rushed was his heart into his chest.

"Love... Ubbe what happened?" she asked, concerned.

Her worries getting twice of their size when Ubbe cupped her face with tears in his blue eyes, touching his forehead with hers, seeming to have all the relief of the nine realms in his heart.

"Nothing... Nothing, my sweet love... I just had a frightful nightmare and I'm thankful it is gone. It was just the worst nightmare I ever had in my whole life. But it was only a bad dream. Nothing but a terrible dream." he said, relieved, holding her tight, keeping her against his body for a while just to feel her a little more.

"Oh, my sweet little wolf. It's ok. I'm here with you. I'm sure the dinner tonight will push these bad thoughts away from you. I have a surprise for tonight. I can't wait for your reaction."

She smiled caressing his face.

But that sentence...

For a single moment, Ubbe felt a cold shiver going down his spine when she got up from the bed and he could swear he felt the smell of Sigurd's hair dancing in the air around him one more time.

The surprise...

The way to wake him up...

Everything was so familiar...

 Awfully familiar.

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SMTM777 Ep.1 Commentary

Naturally spoilers abound in these so scroll past if you don’t want stuff ruined and you haven’t seen the episode yet.

Gosh! Just part 1 of SMTM is already 52 minutes. I can't beliece this show evolved to be basically the length of a movie lol. And then some people STILL dont get much air time.

Awww poor Deepflow! At least I still remember that "jakdu/Cut Cut Cut" is your song and not Nucksal's haha

Lol Nucksal @ Code Kunst saying Nucksal is like a kind beggar image! 

The SMTM6 car was better but at least it's almost $200,000 prize this year. Twice as much as other years.

I wonder why some peoole had ti cover up their face tats (Los for example) while others didn't (24Flakko, Loopy, Chillin Homie). I wonder if it's the content of the tattoo? The people who didn't have to cover it mostly just had words or tiny little designs.

Lol Bully be knowing

I liked Bully's new style but I understand why some didn't. After awhile you start to expect a certain thing from people. I think it might have been better received from someone else rapping.

Lol Milli really doesn't like HSR.

Damn HSR kids dropping like flies. I wish Jaehoon (purple hair dude from HSR2 got sadly eliminated early despite being top tier) would have come I think he would have had a better chance.

Osshun and H2adin were good but not impactful tbh. SMTM is all about in your face impact and performance. HSR is more open to not being all the way polished (they are still high school) and also different styles/genres/performances.

Damn they went IN on Osshun. I love when people don't kiss their label mates/friends asses on here.

I feel like Loopy would have failed if he auditioned with TheQ tbh. His first audition was weak to me especially the start.

And shout out to Swings for asking the REAL questions. Addressing problems right then and there not doing it in confessionals and/or starting a beef after the show.

Also shout out to Loopy for gracefully answering the question.

Loopy did good. I already saw his clip on youtube.

I cannot believe The Quiett was up there pretending to like Dbo to make his son Changmo happy. Like omg.........i guess he does really like him lol

They got ride of Ness and I agree with the reasoning that he doesn't have much of his own style yet. Also, i feel like we've already seen his full potential on SMTM6 so there's no reason.

Chillin Homie was one of my favorites. I saw his clip on youtbe already too. Tattoo is still ugly though lol

D.ark LITERALLY would have probably won HSR if he was on either season. Damn and he's BOLD went RIGHT up to Loopy and asked him to basically listen to his mixtape. RIGHT there. I like him!

I've seen D.ark 1v1v1 on youtube but I haven't seen this. I think his 1v1v1 is better his pronunciation was kinda slurred. He's SUPER cool and I LOVE his attitude. And YES he absolutely CAN beat Nafla and Loopy.

Also, Eunseo could win HSR too. 

Wow, people really out here being born in 2004.

Lol @ D.Ark really did beat Loopy

Yo, Woojin I deadass didn't recognize him without that hair.

Damn, Swings is REALLY out here about it. I respect it SOOO much. Woojin let nerves get the best of him.

Luda just refuses to NOT be extra.I hope I don’t see him on the news either, Q.

I can't believe they failed him? Sway D he did pretty good.

Ph-1 did well. 

Lol Code Kunst was right! They should have chosem 4M but that's too high for how good he actually was. They just really wanted him on their team.

ODEE actually sounds just like Changmo when he raps and it's HILARIOUS.

I already saw Coogie's audition clip already as well. He's one of my favorites as well. Also, I love The Q's heart eyes for Coogie.

Damn, what's up with all these rappers being awesome but only rapping for a year. 

Coogie/Q is a match made in heaven lol. They both have heart eyes for one another.

Giriboy, Nucksal, and the contestants in a competition to win The Q's love.

Damn, I didn't know all this about the Simba Zawadi x Hi-Lite beef. I didn't kmow they tried to squash the beef and Simba kinda was like vnahhh"

And Quiett is the exact opposite of Swings. Swings addressed everything head on and Quiett is like "oh no don't make an issue here uwu" lol

But I guess they cool now or whatever so....whatever. Guess Hi-Lite x Simba beef is dead.

I forgot this guys name already but I did see his clip already. He's good. (It's Chaboom)

Changmo is like "Really bro? You're  only gonna give him that much?"

I've seen Nafla's rap clip already and I'm not as wow'd as everybody else was. It was good but there's something just...unsatisfying to me? Maybe it's just a style thing but I do like some Nafla song. Maybe it's the X shoutout but nah...that was just the cherry in top in terms of being unsatisfying.  

Lol at Chaboom instigating after Nafla mentioned Kid Milli.

What Q said was....such an ass-kissing ass comment. Like all of them were but Q's was PARTICULARLY disgusting like....he wasn't THAT much better than everybody else in the history of SMTM. That was one of the top ones (personal preference aside) but it definitely wasn't that amazing lol

Poor Milli "Why did I have to be after Nafla?" He sounded so sad :( no wonder why he was so nervous when he went up. I saw his audition already too.

They think it's Crucial Star but it's not. Mommy Son is really just Mommy Son lol

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Looking For: The Happy Prince

That moment you have all been waiting for is here! At last! Rebecca Jean-Carroll’s official and Colin-enamoured review of Rupert Everett’s “The Happy Prince”. The long overdue and brave biopic of the formidable talent that is the one and only Mr Oscar Wilde. 

It’s been some time since I saw the film and I left it until now to review in case my opinion should change upon further consideration. Turns out it didn’t. Back in the day, I said;

“Accomplished film-making & a fearless interpretation of a fearless genius but somehow unsatisfying. The final pieces of Oscar's tragic plight rapidly sewn together, in the haze of drunken excess, asks for your sorrow too often in words & not in deeds”

Yeah, I kinda nailed my opinion of it right there but just for the lols... let me expand upon that.

The first twenty minutes or so of “The Happy Prince” feels like you’ve crashed some cringe worthy party that stopped being fun several hours ago. We’ve all been there right? It is not a particularly settling introduction to a film, in my humble opinion and the only credit I can give it is that it is bold and brave. Question is though, does it pay off? I would say no and here’s why...

We all know Rupert Everett loves his subject matter and was keen to depict the post-Prison years. So he decides to land us right in the gutter with our fallen star without a particularly strong introduction TO Oscar. It was lazy, lazy writing. Here I can surmise the main problem of the film for me and that it relied far too heavily upon what we, the audience, already know. So as we’re thrust into this dismal display of self-destruction our empathy is driven not through the film and not even through the performance, it is the contrast with the man we know he once was. The Happy Prince makes too few attempts to truly present us with a man on a journey and was, for my money, too heavily focused upon representing a relatively brief moment of decline. You could be forgiven for thinking that I would LOVE a film that starts at a low point and ends at an even lower one... but you're wrong. There’s something to be said for balance.

The unfortunate side effect of lingering in this painful plight towards death is that it is never going to be the WANTED memory of an icon. Rupert wanted to depict the genius and the idiot, which is great, because we all knew that’s kind of EXACTLY what Oscar was. However I would argue that I saw so little of the genius in Oscar, just the fool, just the broken and the defeated. The final result is as bleak as and with too many ineffective but obvious moments of light relief. I can well understand the desire to depict that hardship and the cruelty Oscar was subject to at the hands of his society. Where other films did not dare, this one did but for all its considerable efforts, the end result was deeply unsatisfying. I expected to be drowning in tears by the end of this film but I couldn’t. The only moment that was particularly emotional was the Clapham Junction Station scene. That was painful and that was hard to watch. For the rest of it, so much was lost in a tendency to put too fine a point on the grim reality. It was brave and it was dark but it lacked ambition, falling short of the mark and strangely static. It started low and just got lower. That’s a tough ask of an audience.

... And if you thought “boy, she really doesn’t like this movie does she?” You ain’t seen nothing yet. Let’s shower Colin Morgan with some praise for a minute though. Much like in the film, he’s taken a while to show up.

So Colin Morgan plays Bosie. For obvious reasons it was an excellent bit of casting and LOVE that hair. If we go back to that notion that “The Happy Prince” was rather reliant on what WE already know about Oscar, they made us wait a good 40 minutes or so for the man we know who is going to shake everything up, or fuck everything up as it were. A deeply shameful amount of time to wait for anything... especially when it is Colin. Then when Bosie did show up he was barely in it and he sure as hell didn’t have nearly enough to say. Bosie’s presence in the piece is almost entirely unexplained and I couldn’t help but think what about the poor fools who don’t actually know who he is? As I expected Colin did the absolute best with what he had and he was more than a match for Rupert Everett’s (ok I’ll admit it, powerhouse) performance. Colin was delightfully bitchy and truly beautiful... that scene after they meet in the station... Oh My God... be still my beating heart... the beauty was killing me. I couldn’t concentrate. I was all like “Yo, Colin, you wanna take it down a notch because it’s getting inappropriate in here”... Oops. Fangirling again. Sorry. 

Colin was amazing, that’s all I’m saying.

***SPOILERS HERE***

This is where my theory comes in and I warn you... it’s dark. I’ve already accused “The Happy Prince” of being lazy, static in terms of a story and too pre-occupied with every bit of grim reality it could stuff into the picture. Now I accuse it of being more condemning of Oscar Wilde than is necessary. 

Let us go back to the opening sequence that ends in a very unsettling scene where Oscar has paid a teenager for sex whilst his little brother waits on the other side of the door. If that didn’t freak you out, as it turns out later on, he’s been adopted as some sort of father figure to them. They are his children in place of his ACTUAL children who had the distinct pleasure of watching their Mother live in constant pain and misery until the day she died. Nice. 

Then there’s the Bosie scene which is both bleak and absurd. Following their first meeting and talk of running away together we focus on Bosie who lingers in the corner of some horribly dull-lit hotel room. The illicit nature of their affair (which of course it was) couldn’t be any more pungent if it tried. My problem with it is how it was staged. Maybe I’m reading too much into it but I got the distinct impression Bosie was not at all inclined towards it. I’m not gonna lie. I wasn’t seeing a great deal of consent, pleasure and certainly not love in that moment. Obviously I can anticipate that would have been intended but for the first time ever I’m feeling sorry for Bosie. Maybe it’s the infatuation talking but Bosie looks like a victim here. He makes a good point later on when he says he’s “sick and tired of being blamed for the actions of a glutinous snob”. That is what Oscar is in this film and he didn’t need a whole lot of help from Bosie on that. 

As for the absurd cut from Colin with no shirt on and the train coming out of the tunnel... I’m sure someone thought that was funny. Meanwhile to most others it was like the film had raised its hand to the fact it wasn’t even trying to be sophisticated now. Some archaic movie trick that kind of sums up the film. It wanted to be brave, it wanted to be different but ultimately it shied away from the real work required. 

“The Happy Prince” under-uses its great cast (and I’m not just talking about Colin Morgan). It was the Oscar show but without an Oscar anyone should have wanted to see. Think of the poor fools who don’t know much about Oscar as they go in to see that film. I wouldn’t blame a single one of them if they thought... nah, I’m not going to read his stuff. He’s stupid.

It’s all very well Rupert getting all defensive to say his film was based entirely on little known facts about Oscar but what on earth did we gain from it? Did the film faithfully depict the man for ALL that he was? No. It found him at his worst and buried him with it. Maybe Rupert wanted to take Oscar down a peg or two, maybe he can still be a gay icon without being the best of people, that all makes a lot of sense but again... why? Why tell us what we already know in such a way that so distinctly separates him from the fearless and charming genius that he was? Oscar is a legend because he can be both foolish and a genius in the same breath. Rupert’s Oscar, could only be one or the other at the same time. 

Overall: It lacked context and was therefore lazy. The pre-occupation with the fool in Oscar was somewhat on the nose and actually un-sympathetic when combined with his snobbery, vanity and selfishness. As previously mentioned “The Happy Prince” simply asks for your sympathy and steals Oscar’s own words to do it. Giving us a last minute glimpse of a man with a heart, with empathy and soul. It’s too little, too obvious and too late now though. 

In short, “The Happy Prince” wasn’t smart enough to start what it finished and did more to tarnish a gay-icon than it did to liberate him. 

PS. Colin was amazing though

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tfp, the ring, and the art of the false climax

(ETA: This post is causing trouble on mobile...sorry!? Many of the images are cut from mobile for some reason, and apparently it’s crashing the app. I’m wondering if it’s just too long. In any case, view on a computer for a more complete experience; reblog to avoid the inevitable Mofftiss curse. If I have time in the next little while, I’ll publish it in shorter segments.) 

TFP had a number of different intertexts--mainly, specific movies--which it drew upon for its motifs, themes, moment-to-moment imagery, and plot points. As approximately a million people noticed in the TFP aftermath, many of the movies referenced in this episode are horror films. Predominant among them was The Ring.

(For the purpose of this post, I’m going to focus on Gore Verbinski’s 2002 film, rather than the Japanese source film Ringu / Ring, because the former is much better known in the West, and I think it’s more likely that it’s The Ring, and not Ringu, that Moffat is talking about in this interview, where he mentions watching it. However, since the broad strokes plot outline of both The Ring and Ringu are very similar / the same wrt the idea of the false climax, the argument I’m making holds either way.)

The Ring is well known for being a really beautifully done horror film. It looks incredible, for one thing--it’s visually gorgeous and thematically dense. But mostly, it does something with the concept of hauntings, ghostly origin stories, and the standard horror plot that, at the time of its release, was incredibly stunning and exciting.

In short, The Ring fakes out its audience by presenting a false climax that appears to resolve the story, in a way that is emotionally nice, if a little unsatisfying, before pulling the rug out from under its own plot.

Because The Ring is such a standout intertext for TFP, i.e., TFP not only draws on it, but resonates with it in multiple ways, via names, repeated motifs, the framing of certain shots, as well as relying on it for nearly its entire climax, I really think the story of s4 and the series as a whole is not over. Even if you think there aren’t any further episodes coming down the pipe, I’m hoping this discussion might help people understand why the story feels incomplete. (Because it is).

If you’ve been trying to sit with the idea that the Redbeard reveal / presentation of Eurus’ backstory / resolution of Sherlock’s story is real / supposed to be taken at face value, but that reading isn’t working for you, maybe this will help.

Basic premises: the reading I’m doing here is a mind bungalow reading. The rationale for The Ring as a major intertext of TFP is that John has been shot, and TFP is the content of his hallucination as he’s bleeding out, which offers an understanding of why it’s so bizarre and tonally shifted from everything else we’ve seen in Sherlock. This reading pulls on the newly revealed information, in TST, that John is a horror movie buff--enough so that he feels the need to correct Mary on the difference between The Omen and The Exorcist. John’s proclivity for horror films offers one justification for why they not only seem to inform TFP, but practically take it over.

I’m hoping to show, for people who aren’t familiar with The Ring, exactly how wildly it dominates TFP, and to talk about how we can use this fact to make some sense of the episode, and possibly the future of the show.

Ridiculous levels of detail under the cut:

An Intro to The Ring

This is Rachel. 

Oops.

This is Rachel (Naomi Watts). She’s the main character of The Ring, and an investigative journalist.

Sidebar: I might have developed a bit of a crush on Naomi Watts when this movie came out. Crush, as it turns out, still active. 

Rachel’s a career-driven single mom of a son who spends his time apparently engaging in extrasensory perception normal kid things and drawing seriously disturbing totally normal pictures at all times:

(Not yet, Eurus!)

The story of The Ring starts when Rachel’s teenaged niece dies under mysterious circumstances, and Rachel’s sister, the dead girl’s mother, asks Rachel to investigate. The trail leads Rachel to what sounds like an urban legend about a cursed videotape.

She finds the tape at a creepy mountain resort, and watches it. It is, in essence, a mishmash of images set to an unsettling minimalist soundtrack:

Sorry, wrong creepy recording. This is the one from The Ring:

Yeah me too. (Note the nearly-fourth-wall-breaking gaze...remind you of anything?)

Hi, John. (Via @inevitably-johnlocked, specifically this answer.)

I’ll just say here that, in addition to seemingly casting himself as Plane Girl and Eurus throughout parts of TFP, John’s role as John in TFP overlaps with much of Rachel’s in The Ring. Rachel’s standout characteristics are her dogged attachment to the investigation and her somewhat deadbeat qualities as a mom. I’ll leave you to your deductions about why John probably identifies with her.

Immediately after Rachel watches the tape, the phone rings. When Rachel answers, a voice says, “Seven days.” We already know, from her previous investigations, that people die seven days after they watch the tape. Now she knows there’s something to the story, and we have a ticking clock motif--a handy thing that builds extra tension into any plot.

Tick tick tick, Jim!

I’m going to skip most of the investigative twists and turns in The Ring, because this movie is a treat, and half the fun is watching the evidence pile up that something supernatural is responsible for the mysterious deaths.

Long story short, Rachel’s investigations lead her to discover that the videotape is linked to a horse-loving couple whose possibly weird-scientifically conceived daughter caused a lot of trouble during her brief lifetime.

Oh, and they live on a remote island that you can only reach via boat.

Sorry, wrong island.

This weird island is the one from The Ring. Totally different island. This is the one where, while the weird girl with psychic powers was still alive, she seems to have subjected the residents to her whim. (*cough cough cough*)

ANYWAY--

Rachel interviews the girl’s father and gets nowhere, but the island’s doctor is a little more talkative. 

Important Backstory Alert:

Doctor: She wanted a child more than anything, poor Anna. They tried hard for years, but sometimes it’s just not meant to be. Then one winter they went away, and when they came back, it was with Samara. [I have to interject here to say you could argue that watching the tape means you have an APPOINTMENT WITH SAMARA, lol] ... Everything was fine, ’til Anna started coming to see me. Said she was suffering visions, seeing things, horrible things, like they’d been burned inside her. It only happened around Samara, that the girl put them there.

Okay. I just want to put a pin in that and go to TFP, because this is where we get some major intertextual action:

MYCROFT (firmly): I am aware of the dangers Eurus poses, and equipped to deal with them. JOHN: What dangers? MYCROFT (straightening up): Eurus doesn’t just talk to people. She ... reprograms them. (John turns back to look at the screen.) MYCROFT: Anyone who spends time with her is automatically compromised.

(all transcripts via Ariane de Vere)

Eurus is like the little girl from The Ring, putting ideas in people’s heads. As many, many people have noted, her hair and clothing in TFP are very close to Samara’s. 

See what I mean?

Like Eurus, we see Samara through a television screen. Here, Samara is depicted in old footage of a psychiatric interview:

One of many iterations of televisual Eurus:

(The Ring plays very substantially with the uncanny nature of television, its habit of invading our domestic spaces, and the way that we can be manipulated and even threatened through the set. I suspect there’s something similar going on with TFP, especially in light of increasing evidence that it’s the setup to an ARG--TFP is the bait, the inciting incident, that leads us into the game.)

In any case, Eurus, as we have her in TFP, is an interesting mix of Samara from The Ring and a figure from John and Sherlock’s past. In The Ring, Samara manipulates people by “showing them things”--she puts pictures in their heads. But Eurus “talks to people,” and, somehow, makes them do things.

In TAB, on his way to his death, Sherlock read John’s blog, the story of how they met. Here, in TFP, on the verge of death, John is hallucinating a blend of motifs from horror movies and that same story--the story of how he and Sherlock met, with their first bad guy (Jeff Hope) blended together with their most recent (Eurus), and a substantial dose of Samara in the mix.

All of this evidence is plentiful enough to say there’s definitely a connection between The Ring and TFP. None of this begins to cover the sheer lunacy of the climax of TFP, and its very, very strong resemblance to the penultimate plot points of The Ring. Buckle in for a trip to bonkersland.

The Ring’s False Climax and The Non-Finality of TFP

The action of The Ring comes to its first, and fake, climax, as Rachel is running out of time. It’s the seventh day of her seven-day adventure, and she’s on Murder Moesko Island trying to figure it all out. Even as her previous ex-commander ex-boyfriend, Noah, struggles to dig up some information on the Morgans’ daughter at a nearby mental hospital, Rachel sneaks into the Morgan family farmhouse and watches a tape from the hospital’s archive:

Interviewer: So what is it that’s keeping you awake? You must sleep sometime. Do you dream about something? Samara?

Interviewer: Let’s talk about the pictures. How did you make them? Samara? How did you make these pictures?

[Sidebar: the pictures are amazing]

Samara: I don’t make them. I see them, and then, they just are. 

Interviewer: Samara, I need you to start telling me the truth, okay?

Samara: Can I see my Mommy?

Interviewer: No, Samara, not until we understand what’s wrong with you. 

Samara: I love my Mommy. 

Interviewer: Yes you do. But you don’t want to hurt her any more, now, do you? You don’t want to hurt anyone.

Samara: But I do, and I’m sorry. It won’t stop. 

Interviewer: Well that’s why you’re here. So I can help you to make it stop. 

Samara: He’s going to leave me here. 

Interviewer: Who? 

Samara: Daddy. 

Interviewer: They just want to help you.

Samara: Not Daddy.

Interviewer: Your Daddy loves you.

Samara: Daddy loves the horses. He wants me to go away.

Interviewer: No he doesn’t. 

Samara: But he doesn’t know. 

Interviewer: He doesn’t know what? Samara?

[The tape cuts off.]

This is lovely horror movie stuff, well done. (If anyone wants to explore the above text in terms of potential connections with John, Mary, and Rosie, or in light of Eurus’s nonsense monologues / psychiatric interviews in the background of TFP, go ahead. I’m not planning to, but I think it’s a potentially rich vein.)

We have the evidence that there was something very wrong with Samara, and the witness (Rachel) who interprets what she sees as evidence of child abuse. As The Ring builds to a series of reveals, we’re pulled in two different directions: we have the evidence that this child has powers, that she’s used them malevolently, and, on the other hand, the idea that she should have been protected, she was just a child, and therefore can’t be responsible for what’s happened to her.

Rachel, persisting in her idea that Samara just needed / needs to be understood, and that she’s uncovered some terrible story of abuse, continues to investigate.

Similarly, the narrative of TFP pulls us in two different directions. Eurus is both a little girl who somehow just needs a hug, and the demon seed who had, and has, no trouble killing wantonly.

Since Eurus can be read as a proxy for John (and this is part of where TFP takes on serious dramatic weight), we have both sides of him, as well. John needs to be rescued.

John is also full of self-blame.

He casts himself in both roles, with one resolution: his own rescue.

In The Ring, Rachel, now joined by her previous ex-commander ex-boyfriend Noah, first SEEK MY ROOM find Samara’s room, which is located in a symbolic Rapunzel’s tower hello damsel in distress at the top of the world’s tallest barn:

After approximately fifteen minutes of climbing, they find this oddly-normal-looking-for-where-it-is little girl’s room:

Compare:

Samara’s room, like Eurus’s apparently normal childhood bedroom, hides darker intentions and secrets. In this case, hidden under the wallpaper:

The burning tree image they uncover is a clue that leads them back to the inn where Rachel first watched the tape.

There, in the cabin, Noah and Rachel search desperately for the reason why they’ve been led back to this place. Rachel makes an impassioned plea for Noah to help their son (who has also watched the tape, and is under the same curse). Noah temper tantrums spectacularly--

--Noah temper tantrums spectacularly, knocking a conveniently placed vase of glass beads onto the floor. They roll and form an arrow that points to the solution:

(Did I mention that the room in The Ring is “painted red” by the setting sun shining through the red leaves of a tree? Just saying.)

Rachel and Noah figure out that there’s a hidden well underneath the floorboards on the cabin. Noah fetches an ax and smashes up the floor, an act that takes approximately a million years of screentime but is very manly:

Go, Sherlock!

Go, Noah!

What is it called when you break through the floor instead of the fourth wall? Lol.

Here’s where things get really ridiculous.

A tv, possessed by the spirit of the dead girl, knocks Rachel into the well. 

No, really:

I know, totally different from being put in a well by a person who broadcasts herself through a tv and who everyone thought was dead, but you know.

The fall knocks Rachel out. She wakes up in the well:

Rachel: I’m here.

John: Yeah I’m here.

Rachel finds gruesome evidence that Samara was trapped in the well, alive, for a while.

The lid slides over the well--Rachel is trapped. She pulls up a handful of hair from the water, a hand emerges to grip her wrist, and we’re off into flashback territory:

Rachel receives a vision, presented as a flashback, about Samara’s murder. At first we see what seems to be a childhood idyll, accompanied by Samara’s singing:

Round we go The world is spinning When it stops It's just beginning Sun comes up We live and we cry Sun goes down And then we all die

[x]

But, we find out that this is actually the scene of her murder, as her mother approaches from behind her, puts a plastic bag over her head, and pushes her into the well: 

Meanwhile, at the bottom of the well, Rachel pulls Samara’s body up out of the water. She comforts her:

Rachel: It’s okay now. It’s okay. 

This parallels Sherlock’s puzzle solving on the surface, so he can find Eurus and save John. 

SHERLOCK: I ... am ... lost ... Help ... me ... brother ... Save ... My ... Life ... Before ... my ... Doom. (He continues swiping the words away.) SHERLOCK: I ... am ... Lost ... Without ... your ... love ... Save ... My ... soul ... seek ... my ... room. [x]

The gravestone puzzle allows him to find Eurus, and comfort her. 

SHERLOCK (in a whisper): You’re not lost any more.

Here we have it: a clear emotional climax for TFP--the climax that happened instead of the emotional resolution we were looking for, between John and Sherlock, but a climax nonetheless, if only in strictly structural terms.

In The Ring, this is the moment Samara’s body dissolves into bones:

Meanwhile, in John’s Well of Feels:

This moment in The Ring offers an escape from death for John Rachel. The curse doesn’t kick in: she doesn’t die, even though her seven days are up. She believes that, in discovering the true story of Redbeard Samara, she’s solved the puzzle and broken the curse. She contemplates the importance of understanding Samara, in the aftermath, as a surprising number of emergency workers and police crowd around this remote location, no doubt in response to Noah’s and Rachel’s call.

The Ring:

TFP:

Noah talks with Rachel about what happened, comforting her as she’s wrapped in a shock blanket, looking tired and worn out and damp:

Rachel: [About Samara] She just wanted to be heard. Sometimes children, they yell or cry or draw pictures. 

In case you’re having trouble telling at this point, this is from TFP, not The Ring:

John: Well, you gave her what she was looking for: context. 

Sherlock: Is that good?

John: It’s not good, it’s not bad. It is what it is. 

[And what it is, is shit, friends, or, more hopefully, about to go to shit in the most amazing way possible. Hang on: this meta has one more loop around the track to go.]

In both The Ring and TFP, this looks like closure, doesn’t it? It looks like the show’s over. TFP certainly did its darndest to pantomime an ending after this. And yet--

WHY IT ISN’T OVER YET

Now we come to the point, the entire point and the thing that inspired this post. If John is drawing inspiration from The Ring in his hallucination--and I am certainly convinced that he is--then we ARE NOT DONE.

The above is not the climax of The Ring. It’s a nice version of a ghost story: if someone could only just learn the truth, then we could put the haunting to rest. 

What a tender world that would be. 

Rachel goes home, and tells her son, who has also been cursed, that she solved the puzzle.

Aidan: What happened to the girl?

Rachel: Samara?

Aidan: Is that her name?

Rachel: Mm hm.

Aidan: Is she still in the dark place?

Rachel: No. We set her free.

Aidan: You helped her?

Rachel: Yeah.

Aidan: Why did you do that?

Rachel: What’s wrong, honey?

Aidan: You weren’t supposed to help her.

[^ my approximate feelings immediately after watching TFP for the first time.]

Okay so, let me fill you in on how freaking amazing The Ring was, as a first time viewing experience, when it came out. Horror had, as horror does, gone through a particularly shitty slump at this point. The decision to import motifs from J-horror was among one of the best things that could have happened to Hollywood, however you feel about cultural appropriation / this style of collaboration. The above moment, in which the not-at-all-creepy child informs Rachel that she is wrong, that she has in fact made a terrible mistake, was, simply put, a really standout moment in the history of horror cinema. It was the thing that people talked about when they talked about The Ring.

The false climax of The Ring is the thing that distinguishes it. Borrowing that false climax to the point where, beat for beat, it informs the climax of your horror pastiche episode, as Moftiss have done in TFP, is akin to jumping up and down and screaming, THERE! IS! A! TWIST! COMING! THIS! IS! NOT! OVER!

So, what’s still to come?

In The Ring, the twist is that Rachel actually avoided the curse when she made a copy of the videotape, during her research. Like a smart virus, Samara’s curse forgives the person who propagates it. 

If you don’t pass it on, you die. The curse is very much still active in the world of The Ring, which we find out when it gets Noah (poor Noah!). Here we learn the true nature of death-by-Samara. Basically, she breaks the fourth wall, climbing through your television set to come get you:

A fourth wall break so extreme, it’s lethal!

I know, Noah, this is how I feel about the ARG too. 

Noah dies, leaving Rachel to figure out that the key to saving her son from the curse is to have him copy the tape:

This is Moftiss, showing you how to hit reblog on those ARG posts that you find scary, but which somehow seem increasingly important to your survival, post s4.

Bottom line, the ending of TFP, in copying the false climax of The Ring--in addition to its numerous other signs that it is not seriously offering any kind of resolution or closure for its audience--indicates that it is fake as hell. The story is not over, there is more coming for our heroes, and much more coming for us.

tagging:

@devoursjohnlock @marcespot @waitedforgarridebs @221bloodnun @jenna221b 

I should probably tag others but I’m exhausted, please feel free to pass this on.