#nessa rose is like.

[secretmellowblog]

Me watching a Wicked bootleg and remembering the bit where they use Nessa's character to speedrun through every offensive trope and stereotype about disabled people:

[souenkun]

Been thinking for sometime after spending my days mostly resting in bed and reading fics, but... the swsh fandom really does have one of the best ao3 writers for me :o

[artaelyn]

SPIDEYS!!! I’m still designing mine but SHES COMING ALONG NICELY. (The trench coat guy is @fizzle-y's spidersona)

[wolfkitty42]

watched wicked. the best part was the turning bookshelves.

[lifeasadorkwithnolife]

Protect You

Word Count: 3200

Azriel has always gone out of his way to keep Y/N out of harms way, but Rhys sends her on a mission anyway.

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Azriel and you weren’t exactly on the best of terms, despite the fact that you had been a part of the inner circle for centuries- he rarely spoke to you. At first it really hurt your feelings, was it something you did? But after the years passed you learned that sometimes you can’t change a male’s opinion, no matter how many times you tried.

               It was just another normal day at the house, you and Nessa were occupying chairs across from each other, reading in silence. Although your primary job was writing down Prythian’s true history, you still loved the library and reading all the books the house had to offer. You were never really adept for the front lines, no matter how much training Rhys put you through.

 The library was aglow from the setting sun from the large windows, and you felt the warmth on your face as you read. You could honestly stay like this forever. You and Nessa had a unique friendship- despite her forceful resistance to joining the inner circle and stubbornness to admit that sometimes she was wrong, you two had gotten along well.

               “Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever find a male like the ones we read about.” Nessa sighs, dropping the book in her lap. “They are just so…. In tune to their lovers’ feelings- I’ve personally never witnessed that before.”

               “I’m sure there are some males like that.” You smiled, meeting her dark eyes. The thought of Cassian crossed your mind, and the love for her that he wore openly on his shoulder. “At least you have a few centuries to find it now.”          

               “Yes, thank the cauldron.” Nessa rolled her eyes, pulling her book back up to eye level. After a few moments, she lowered it to meet your eyes. “Have you talked to the shadow singer lately?”

               Your eyebrows rose, and you set down your book, sitting up a bit. “You know me and Azriel don’t talk- what do you mean?”

               You were right- you and Azriel did not talk, if anything, he actively avoided talking to you at every opportunity. “I just feel at times- that you two might be a good couple, but I could be wrong.”

               “I promise you- you’re wrong. Azriel is the last person I could ever imagine being with.” You laughed, picking up your book. “I don’t believe he even has feelings- much less for me. But speaking of males- what about you and Cassian, have you ever thought about it?”

               “I’ve definitely thought about Cassian, but I am not sharing those thoughts with you.” Nessa laughed, throwing a pillow towards you. “He’s insufferable, but I can’t help who I’m attracted to-“

               “Y/N, the high lord has requested you.” You heard a deep voice behind you and nearly jumped out of your chair. Azriel was standing in the doorway, shadows slowly snaking up his arms. You had never seen him in this light, his skin was almost glowing, he was breathtaking. You froze in place, admiring the swirls of tattoos up his arms and leading into places that you wish you could see. Caldron, why couldn’t you control yourself. “Did you hear me?”

               “Yes, yes Az I heard you. Sorry, I’ll be right there.” You sighed, moving the blanket and getting up to slowly stretch. You had anticipated spending the whole day reading, so your outfit wasn’t exactly…. appropriate. You reached up to stretch, feeling the fabric of your shirt lift up past your navel. You heard the loud footsteps of the male walking away, and you sat back down.

               “You are down so bad for him, Y/n.” Nessa muttered, “I don’t know who you’re lying to, but it’s definitely not me. You should have seen the way that male looked at you just now...like he's starving."

               “I’m not lying to anyone- and I’ll be back as soon as I find out what our ‘high lord’ requests of me.” You laugh, throwing her pillow back and placing your bookmark. "And there is no way he looked at me like that, you've been reading too many of those books."

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               “Would you feel comfortable going to the Spring Court?” Rhysand asks, tapping his finger against his chin as he stares at the excessively large map on the table. “I feel like it would really be helpful to get a sense of the…attitudes of the population there. I don’t feel like our high lord of the spring court is doing a great job with moral.”

               “Of course, anything you need.” You replied, “When do you need me to go?”

               “I was thinking today, if possible.” Rhys looked at you, “if that’s okay with you.”

               You nodded, looking at the map. “It should only be a couple days- but you’re well known here. You should probably wear a disguise and make this as discreet as possible. The last thing I need is you getting caught.”

               “I can handle that,” You smiled at Rhys, you two had been through so much over the years. When he went under the mountain, you were sure that you were going to lose your mind, Azriel and Cassian had lost theirs. “I promised you when you came back- I will do anything it takes to keep you here and keep Velaris safe.”

               Rhys nods, then his head perks up. “Go pack your things.” You nodded, turning and leaving the room. After a quick walk down the hall, you remembered the book that you had left sitting on the desk. You quickly turned to grab it, but as you placed your hand on Rhysand’s door handle you heard the hush voices of Rhysand and Azriel.

               “You cannot send her out there.” Azriel growled, his voice low. “We have spies for this very reason.”

               “Y/N will be just fine Azriel, she’s a big girl and can handle herself.” Rhysand chuckled; you could hear the smirk in his voice.

               “She’s going to get herself hurt out there, just let me handle it.” Azriel insisted, but Rhys didn’t reply. “it’s going to drive me crazy out, you know that right? Knowing that she’s out there in the spring court, and I’m stuck here and can’t do a thing about it? She’ll ruin everything!”

               You shook your head, ire filling your veins. How dare he? You rarely, if ever, go on missions. Sure, you weren’t as strong as Cassian or Azriel, and sure, you weren’t as experienced at combat or using your powers as them, but you were still useful- especially at reading emotions. You hesitated, removing your hand from the handle, torn between throwing open the door and ripping Azriel a new one, or going back to your room to cry.

               The decision was made for you when the door was opened, and Azriels dark eyes bore into yours. “Eavesdropping now?”

               “Fuck you.” You spat, looking between him and Rhysand. “I know that you think I’m weak- that I’m incompetent, but I can assure you I’m not. I can handle myself just fine.”

               “That’s not what I’m saying Y/N,” Azriel tried to interrupt, but you held up your hand.

“I’m going, and I’m not going to ruin anything okay? I will die before I ever let Tamlin get his hands on me or give up anything about this court. Despite the fact that you don’t seem to think I can handle myself.” He went to speak again, and you stopped him, “I’m packing my things, I just came back to grab this.” You stormed past him, grabbing your book off the desk.

               An emotion quickly crossed Azriel’s face, which he quickly concealed. “You’re right- I don’t believe you can handle it. Just stay here in that little library with Nessa and I’ll get this handled. The first time danger comes your way- you won’t be able to handle it. Let me handle it.”

               You stared at him, dumbfounded. “I’m glad I know how you truly feel Azriel, but I don’t care.” You walked away, storming down the hall, a middle finger pointing back at him.

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               The spring court was… and absolute disaster. The territory was chaos, fae ran rampant and there seemed to be no order- even Tamlin’s guard was nowhere to be found. You sat in the attic of one of the only buildings that wasn’t burnt down and wrote in a journal that you would be bringing back to Rhysand- hopefully all the details would help.

               “Whos’ up there?” A gruff voice shouted, and you heard a loud bang as the floor from under you collapsed. You fell, crashing to the lower floor in a pile of hay. The breath left your lungs in a whoosh, and the pain from the fall echoed across your back. “Who are you? Why are you hiding?”

               You couldn’t respond, still waiting for the breath in your lungs to return. “Who are you?” The man shouted, sending a kick towards your stomach. You rolled over, coughing up whatever air was left. A gasp escaped your mouth as you tried to breathe in whatever your lungs would allow.

               The notebook was ripped from your hands, and the male started to read. You looked up at him through the haze of dust that floated around you due to the ceiling falling in, and although you could not read his facial expressions super clearly- you understood that you were screwed. You tried to quickly get up to make a run for it, but after one step you found that your ankle was severely bent in the wrong direction. The pain shot up your leg and you winced.

               “Well well well…” The man stated, “I’m sure my high lord would love to see you, the friend of the high lord who stole his bride.”

               You shook your head, but he pulled you up, and another male took your other arm. They tugged you out of the building, into the open clearing outside. Fae froze in their tracks, either holding baskets of vegetables, linens, or whatever else could be traded, they all froze to stare at you.

               You tried to remember whatever moves Cassian had showed you, but with a bad ankle, even if you could get out of this hold, there would be nowhere to go. You couldn’t give up any information, that was just not an option. The words you had told Azriel only a few days before came back to you- you would rather end your life, than give away any information about the night court.

               You knocked your head back, feeling the pang as your head hit the man in the lower jaw. His grip loosened ever so slightly, and you were able to turn and throw a punch at the first man, right in the eye. You felt the warmth around your hand and knew that you had severely injured him, possibly puncturing his eye. You tried to run, but your ankle wouldn’t allow it and you fell to the ground. The male came running back towards you, his eye shut and already swelling.

               You took the knife out of your sack, knowing what you had to do, there was no way that you would win this fight. You held the knife out, aiming it towards your chest, when a gust of dark wind picked it up and tossed it aside.

               One minute the men were coming towards you, the next they were backing away, hands in the air as they nearly tripped over themselves. You felt the air change around you, a familiar scent entering your nose, and you knew who it was- it was Azriel.

               Two knives flew towards the men, entering each of their chest with no issue. You sighed, leaning back into the ground and placing your hands over your face, not being able to help the tears filing your eyes. You felt two strong hands pick you up, and start walking you towards the forest.         

               “Did Rhys send you out here?” You sniffled, not being able to help it. “Did he assume I couldn’t do it?”

               “No, of course not.” Azriel replied, looking down at you, an expression you didn’t recognize on his face. “Please- don’t cry.”

               “Don’t tell me what to.” You mumbled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands. “Just take me home- please.”

               Azriel nodded, winnowing you both back to the winter house.

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               Your ankle was healed, but you refused to leave your room. You told Nessa you just didn’t feel well, but it was the shame in the pit of your stomach that you had afraid to leave. Rhys sent you on a secret mission, once of the most basic missions he could have asked, and you still fucked it up. Azriel was right.

               A knock sounded on the door, and you grumbled, turning over in bed. “Go away.” You mumbled, but the door opened anyways. “Nessa, please I’m not in the mood.”

               The door shut, and you turned to see… Azriel standing in the doorway. He had a book in one hand and a glass in the other, filled with water. “Are you here to rub it in? To tell me you were right?” You turned back over, slumping in bed.

               You felt the end of the bed sink as he sat, and placed the book and water on your nightstand, the book that you were reading when Rhys sent you off. “Y/n- I just want to talk.”

               “I don’t want to talk to you.” You whispered, staring at the setting sun outside the window. “You have had literal centuries to talk to me, but you haven’t, what’s changed?”

               “I came to say I’m sorry.” Azriel sighed, “I’m not very good at admitting that I’m wrong, but it’s something I’m working on.”

               “No Azriel, you weren’t wrong.” Tears stung your eyes again, and you sat up to face him. “You’re never wrong, and that’s the problem. You said I couldn’t handle it, you said I would ruin everything, and I did.”

               “No, you didn’t.” Azriel grabbed your hand, squeezing it. You froze, you had always wanted to feel him like this, always wanted to grab his hand, but had always been too scared- he would have never had welcomed it. “I need to be honest with you, and I’m going to say this once. You can reject me or push me away and I will never ask again- but please just hear me out now.”

               “Fine.” You whispered, wiping the tear from your eye. He stared earnestly at you, his eyes open and unguarded for the first time. He shook his head, looking away. “Just tell me.”

               “I can’t tell you when you’re crying- I can’t stand it.” He released your hand, standing up and turning towards the window, his back to you. “Y/N, I never believed you couldn’t handle it, I never believed that you would fail- but I just could not stand the possibility that it was a possibility.”

               “What are you talking about Azriel?” You asked, but he refused to turn around.

               “The reason Rhys doesn’t send you on missions, the reason he doesn’t put you in danger, is because he owes me one.” Azriel said, his hands folding behind his back. “Knowing that you are in danger, knowing that you are somewhere I can’t protect you- I can’t get anything done, I can’t be productive, and my shadows don’t agree with it either. It literally drives me fucking crazy Y/N.

               He turns to you, his eyes wide open, almost crazed. You could recognize his expression now, it was fear. “The whole time you were there, I watched those men watch you. It wasn’t any fault of yours, it was just pure luck. You did so well.”

               “Wait- you were there? The whole time?” You shouted, ripping off the covers and revealing your pajamas. “Wow- you must really not have trusted me, you just assumed I would fuck it up.”

               “Are you not listening to what I’m saying?” Azriel shouted, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “I cannot live knowing that you are in danger! Rhysand knew full well that I would not be able to sit here idly by as you risked your life out there, without me there to protect you in case things went wrong. Y/N, I can not live without you, you must see that.”

               The bed groaned under your weight as you sat back down, unsure of the words. “Y/N, please. I told you I would tell you once. I cannot ever- ever- put you in a situation where you are unsafe. If it were up to me, you would be in this fucking house all day reading your books, and I would work twice as hard just so you wouldn’t have to.”

               “I know its unreasonable, I know it’s crazy, but some instinctual part of me just can’t let you put your life at risk.” He whispered, moving to the floor and kneeling, grabbing your hands. “Your work here is important, just as important as fighting on the front lines. Please- for me, just stay here.”

               “Why do you feel this way Azriel?” You asked, pulling your hands from his. “no offense- but you have spent the last 2 centuries avoiding me at every opportunity. I have tried to be friends, I have bought you books I thought you might like- hell, I still even go to that stupid bakery and buy you a cake on your birthday every year- but you still don’t talk to me. And now you come around and ask me to keep myself out of danger? I need a good reason Azriel.”

               “I love you, Y/n.” Azriel shouts back, grabbing your hands back. “From the day I met you, I have loved you. I love you when I watch you read your books, I love you when you laugh with everyone BUT me, I love you when you stare at the night sky. And how was I supposed to tell you when you’ve made it so painfully obvious you could never love me?”

               Azriel stopped, clearing his throat and backing up. “But now I understand, you don’t feel the same. Just please keep yourself safe- if not for my sake, then yours.”

               “Azriel- stop, please.” You whispered, more tears coming to your eyes. “I…I have always hated when you left too.” You looked at him, and he turned to look back at you. “I have looked at other males and found myself comparing them to you- every single time. It hurt me so much when I overhead what you and Rhys said about me. I’ve always known that I’m not as strong as you or Mor, but hearing my worst fears confirmed-‘

               “I didn’t mean what I said.” Azriel interrupted, giving you a small smile. “I was trying to find any reason for you not to go- or at least send me with you. You can handle yourself- but I can’t handle myself while you do. I heard what you said about me and you never working out, I was angry about that and angry at him, I just wasn’t in control of my emotions.”

               “Please don’t accept any more missions from that asshole.” Azriel grew serious, his eyes darkening with anger. You grabbed his hand, squeezing it slightly, nodding. “I know you feel like you can’t say no, but just tell him to fuck off.”

               You laughed, choking on the tears. “I’m not going to tell him that Az.” You whispered, you went to touch his face, then hesitated a couple inches away. He moved his face towards your hand, and you cupped his cheek. His stubble grazing your palm, and butterflies filling your chest. “You…really feel that way?”

               “I swear it to you.” Azriel, covered your hand in his. “If you let me, I will spend every day protecting you for the rest of my life.”

               You nodded, and you felt the relief in the breath he exhaled. “I love you too Azriel.”  

[professorspork]

friends i am FROTHING AT THE MOUTH over the Nov 1 2008 Wicked boot, Carmen Cusack's penultimate 1NT show with Katie Rose Clarke

it is far and away the best boot I've seen so far in the great chronological watch and just kEPT GETTING BETTER OVER TIME

like. Carmen really gets her teeth into Elphaba and lets her be a bitch when she needs to be

and she and Katie's Galinda are just such fascinating equal-and-opposite autistic4autistic

and Deedee Magno Hall's transition from Nice Nessa to Wicked Nessa is so tangible and legible and good

and Cliffton Hall's Fiyero actually gives thropple for once

and like. it's stellar throughout, and there are so many gay little moments (KATIE KISSES CARMEN'S SHOULDER IN ONE SHORT DAY WTF) but like

after "Wonderful" it just goes. the fuck. OFF.

and by "it" i mostly mean "Katie Rose Clarke"

please forgive me these gifs will not even remotely capture it but my words alone would not do this justice

first of all the REUNION HUG they just CANNOT BEAR TO END so they KEEP FINDING NEW WAYS TO TOUCH

but all good things must end, and when Elphaba and Fiyero leave Glinda is FURIOUS with them and SO HEARTBROKEN

but not as furious as she is with HERSELF. I have never seen an "I'm Not That Girl (Reprise)" that is so dripping with self-hatred and like you stupid bitch of course they left you, you should have known better energy

like PLEASE look at this UNHINGED SHIT katie is doing with her head and neck about "don't wish":

and then after that our big reward is one of the straight-up horniest ALAYM renditions i have EVER seen

and then the catfight

THIS CATFIGHT

gifs cannot capture Carmen's delivery of "wretched little farmgirl" but know it was so perfect I was screaming and clapping

and like. ok. throughout this performance Katie does this Obvious Regret thing where like, Glinda says things aloud and then visibly immediately hears how stupid it sounds and wishes to take it back and there's nothing she can do about it (changing her name to Glinda being the biggest example, but the delivery of "FINE GO, YOU DESERVE EACH OTHER" above is ALSO a great example)

and this fight escalates so quickly because she CANNOT stop making it WORSE

and she KNOWS

but can't QUIT IT

and then Carmen literally STOMPS THE GROUND on "by bubble"

and then delivers "someone like him could actually choose someone like me" in the platonic ideal way that acknowledges thropple, the indictment of Fiyero coming with her when Glinda didn't

and then

Katie ACTUALLY SLAPS HER

SO HARD HER HAT FALLS OFF

AND THEN PLEASE LOOK AT THE SLAP BACK

Katie's "lemme go I almost had her" is FERAL

and afterwards she is still SO MAD that she KICKS THE BROOM

EVEN HER "DO IT" IS MAD, she TURNS HER BACK ON HER

but then

then it's For Good and it starts to dawn on you that it's Carmen's second to last show because she LITERALLY cannot BEAR to look at Katie (who is crying) for most of the song because she knows she'll mcfreaking lose it if she does

but that's fine because when she actually DOES look at her she KISSES HER HAND

I AM DEAD

this boot has ended me. ENDED ME. @theseerasures and I finished watching it and IMMEDIATELY had to go back and watch the highlights again

like I didn't even have TIME to get into this Popular

anyway uh if you're looking for a bootleg that'll really fuckin hit the spot

i STRONGLY RECOMMEND this one

[iimplicitt]

KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME BOY | CL16

charles leclerc x girlfriend! character

wanrings/an: mentions of an eating disorder, bullying, depression, angst, fluff, hea, monaco gp 2024 win

requests open

wc: 3.9k

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Stress wore at the edges of her body. She could feel it, every ache of muscle and her bones felt dry. It all felt wrong. Her skin not fitting right and she was tired. Always tired.

Sighing, she rubbed tiredly at her eyes before she started to get ready. It was a race weekend, in Monaco at that, so the tension and excitement was bubbling in the air. Palpable. Nearly tasting of champagne given that’s all anyone seemed to be drinking.

As she did her makeup in the bathroom, her eyes kept dancing to the bedroom reflected behind her. Taking in the sleeping form of her boyfriend wrapped in white linen sheets. She always woke up earlier than him. Sleep wasn’t something that came often, she was always restless. She also liked to get ready before he woke up, get all dolled up so he would call her pretty first thing in the morning. She liked keeping him satisfied.

Being the girlfriend of a Formula One driver meant she always had to look her best. At least that’s what it felt like.

She was terrified of him leaving. His eyes wandering. So many of the other girls were models. Drop dead gorgeous. She was just trying to keep up.

Charles’ body rose and fell gently, his brown hair a mess on the pillow case. Looking peaceful as he slept.

She knew how much this weekend meant to him. His home race, right on the streets he grew up on. She had wanted to give him the space. No distractions. She’d stay in their apartment and watch on tv. Let him have his moment. Not admitting to herself or him that she was really just scared. Scared of the photographers and fans who seemed to hate that she existed. Scared of feeling insecure of all the other girls in the paddock.

Fake it till you make it is what she had tried to tell herself. But the moment her and Charles went public all the comments got to her. The criticism. She wasn’t pretty enough for him. She was a gold digger. She was too young. She was using him to further her own career. She was a lapse in his judgement. She was a whore.

She wanted to delete all her socials but Charles had talked her out of it. “It’s just noise,” he would say, like it was so easy. Plus, she didn’t have much of a choice. Having a good social media presence came with the territory of dating him.

To manage it, every once and a while she’d post a random photo dump of her travels and then turn off her notifications. Out of sight, out of mind. But she knew those comments were there. The hate pages. Lingering in the back of her mind every time she looked at herself in the mirror. Chewing on ice to stay skinny enough. Not just for them or Charles, but her own happiness.

She just wanted to be enough.

She felt guilty sometimes. It’s not like Charles had necessarily done anything to shovel these worries into her. She was just insecure, she knew that. But sometimes it felt like she loved him and he loved the vanity of it all. The image. They looked good together on paper. A young couple, rich, lavish, traveling the world. She sometimes felt like a status quo. A status. His favourite toy he liked to play with. Driver’s always got more attention when they were seeing someone.

Doubts on top of doubts.

She felt like an ungrateful bitch. But she was greedy. She wanted all of him, all of his attention. Hating that she had to share him with the world.

She didn’t know why her heart felt like this. Charles gave her every piece of him that he could. He was a public figure, had been for years. Long before he even knew she existed. She respected that, she did. But he lived life in the fast lane and she was terrified of getting left behind. Of him finding someone better around the corner. She wouldn’t blame him, if there was another girl out there who looked like heaven on earth and had all the self confidence in the world she’d leap at the opportunity.

Stress was the last thing he needed, so she kept her sadness to herself. Smiling warmly every time he looked at her. Making sure she gave him support in all that he did. Cheering him on, trying to make him feel on top of the world even if he had a bad day.

“Ma chérie?” His tired voice called out, rough with sleep and she turned, watching him rub at his eyes before sitting up on his elbows.

His smile was lazy, sleep still clinging to the edges of his features. Always so handsome.

She knew she was the luckiest girl alive.

He held his arm out, “C’mere.” His voice was soft but carried over the apartment easily, the early morning sun dancing over his tan skin through the window.

Her feet padded across the floor, her heart beating in her throat. She didn’t know why she always felt nervous around him. Always on her toes. She didn’t want to mess this up.

Charles’ arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close and his body warmth melted into her, calming her lungs. Touching him always seemed to ease her a bit. Reminding her he was human, like the rest of the world.

His head rested against her sternum as he held her close, sighing into her. She took to running her nails gently through his hair, which seemed to help him whenever he was anxious. Something she had originally never thought possible. Charles gave the impression of someone who could easily carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. But as they got to know each other more she realised how good he was at hiding. Putting up a front because he knew eyes were watching.

The press wasn’t kind to the drivers if they showed any strain. Saying they were losing their edge. They weren’t fit to race. That they should get over it and stop complaining. That men shouldn’t even have such ailments. Grow up.

His other arm snaked around her waist as he looked up at her, resting his chin against her and she took in the flecks of gold in his pretty eyes. “I think we got carried away last night.” His tone was light, teasing. His dimples showed slightly in his cheeks and she held his face in her hands. A blush bleeding into her own.

“I think you got carried away, you know I can’t say no to you.”

He shrugged, “you looked pretty naked on the balcony.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help it as anxiety clawed up her throat. Tickling like a spider who wanted to pry its way out. Worried that there were tabloids going viral, that they had been caught and she was being called a list of synonyms for the word slut. That she was ruining his reputation. His career. That she was sabotaging his home race.

As if reading her thoughts, Charles tugged her onto the bed and she laid down in the space between his legs, her back resting against his chest. He kissed the side of her head. “No one saw us. Trust me, if they had my phone would be blowing up right now.”

She supposed that was true, but what they had done was too risky. Regardless, she didn’t want to worry him. This was his weekend. She’d sugar coat anything for him, be who he needed her to be.

“Are you ready for today?”

They had their first practice sessions yesterday and it had gone well, though she stayed behind. Today was quali and she knew how much he wanted this. What it would mean for him. What it would mean for Monaco to have one of their own on pole.

His fingers dusted over her shoulder, down her arm to her hand before he twined his fingers with hers. “I want you to be there. Today and tomorrow.”

She held her breath for a moment, debating on how to respond. “This is your weekend I don’t–”

“Hey,” he lightly took hold of her chin and tilted her head back so they could look at one another. “I want you there with me. Forget about everyone else, it’s just you and me.”

She didn’t know why but she felt like crying. Sadness was weird that way, taking hold of every nerve even when one should be happy. He was always so reassuring yet her brain would still trip over itself on an invisible problem.

Smiling, she felt stiff all over. Wrong. An imposter. “Okay.”

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Her nails tapped a rhythm into the table, hyper aware of how she was sitting and what she looked like. Was she breathing normally? Did it look too forced, too quick, too shallow? Was her outfit okay? She wore one Charles had bought her a few weeks ago, delighted in the way he smiled at her when she walked out of the bathroom in it.

She liked it when she made the right choice.

When cameras flashed she tried not to flinch. The worst part was always when she walked into the paddock. It didn’t matter if she was alone or with Charles. Though if he was with her she usually idled back a few paces, letting him have the limelight and smile as people walked up to him for photos or autographs. This weekend he was the main point of interest, the Prince of Monaco in his own regard.

She smiled all the while, lightly to give the impression of being casual. It was just another day yet she also needed to look grateful. It was complicated, trying to win people over. She wasn’t allowed to look entitled but she also needed to fit in.

When Charles grabbed onto her waist to kiss her a quick goodbye before disappearing into Ferrari’s garage, panic seized her. She couldn’t breathe. But she kept smiling.

Rebecca had given her some advice; never let them see you break.

She still felt like she had to walk carefully around Carlos’ girlfriend. She was sweet and understanding, knowing how stressful it all was. But she couldn’t help it, she always wanted to appease those around her, desperately wanting to be liked. It was intimidating, being surrounded by models. Rebecca was also older than her, more experienced so she handled it with an air of grace that seemed impossible.

She heard another flicker of a camera lens, snapping her out of it and her eyes slated to the side, noticing a photographer taking pictures of people. Her stomach churned uneasily, her curiosity itching to glance at her phone but she knew better.

Watching them drive always made her nervous, that’s partly why she preferred staying home. In the safe haven of privacy. She tried to always be poised, giving support when appropriate. Trying not to over do it.

Yet when she watched Charles land on pole, her along with the rest of those in Ferrari’s paddock club shot up out of their chairs. Yelling and chanting, hands in the air. She was beaming. It was only a stepping stone for tomorrow, but she knew he must’ve been over the moon.

Someone then tapped her on the shoulder. She didn’t notice at first, still clapping and grinning as Charlotte pulled her into a quick hug. The tap came again, more pressure this time and she turned around, her eyes flicking across the room before they landed on a woman who must’ve been around her age.

“Yes?”

The woman smiled, looking kind enough and she held a notepad in her hand. “So sorry to bother you, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity. Could you step just outside for a moment. On the balcony?”

She hesitated, realising this was probably a reporter of some kind. Not seeing why they wanted to talk to her, but Charles did just get pole so she assumed it was because of that. Maybe she just wanted a quote from his supportive partner. Besides, the balcony was right there.

So she smiled, ever the people pleaser. “Okay.”

Following her out between the crowd, the warm salt air greeted her skin, mingled with the faint smell of petrol. Her eyes danced back through the window, hoping she wouldn’t miss his post-quali interview.

“So,” the woman leaned slightly on the railing and looked down at her notes. “First, I just wanted to ask your thoughts about Charles getting pole.”

“Oh, wonderful. I’m so happy for him.”

The woman continued to stare at her and she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to add more. Wringing her hands nervously she cleared her throat. “Winning this race has always been a dream of his.”

“Obviously.”

She blinked at the tone shift. It wasn’t obvious, but she still picked up on it. Did she say something wrong? “Um, is that all? I should really–”

“You aren’t often seen at races. Why not go more often, given you should be supporting him? Or does he not want you there because you don’t know anything about racing?”

Her ears began to ring, pressure slowly building behind her eyes. She lightly shook her head, “I’m sorry what–”

“You two have been dating for a few years now but there’s still no ring,” the woman made a point to stare at her bare ring finger. “Then again, he doesn’t seem the marrying type. With his promiscuous past love life and all, do you think you’re a bench warmer to him?”

“No, I– I’m sorry but what paper were you with again?” She could feel her heart beat in her finger tips. The sun suddenly felt too bright, too close.

“Your dress is stunning, how much was it? I know you love coming off as relatable online so it’s affordable right?”

“Charles–”

“Bought it for you? Right. How much else does he buy you? I’m sure you’re aware of the allegations.”

She could barely hear her. Comments were bad enough, but having someone say it to her face was suffocating. It felt like the floor was moving, swaying beneath her feet. The roof sinking lower and lower yet not moving at all. It was too hot and she felt light headed.

“What about your diet? Many believe you're suffering from an eating disorder yet you promote yourself at all these restaurants. Do you realise how damaging that is to girls who look up to you?”

She felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. Yanking the breath out of her lungs with greedy hands. God, she felt like she was about to pass out. She didn’t know what she said next. Didn’t know how she replied. Didn’t know how she got away.

No memory of making her way to Charles’ drivers room. She just wanted to get away. She knew she shouldn’t have come, though she supposed it didn’t matter. People thought that way about her regardless if she heard it in person. Her head was spinning, guilt clawing at her. What was she doing? She had been so selfish, all these awful things were making him look bad and she was just letting it happen?

Tears were hot as they ran down her cheeks, her hands tried scraping them away but her skin felt too rough. It’s not like it helped, she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe, her lungs tripping over themselves as they tried to catch up. She didn’t know where to go. The room was too big yet too small and she slid to the floor against the foot of the small cushioned bench in the room.

What was she doing here? Why her? Charles could have anyone he wanted. She didn’t understand what the point of her was.

She didn’t hear the door open, didn’t hear him mutter her name with concern lacing his tone. She didn’t even realise he was there till he lightly touched her arm and she flinched away from him.

Everything was falling apart. He wasn’t supposed to see her like this. He never saw her cry. She was supposed to be happy. Grateful all the time.

She choked out apologies, turning away from him to try to wipe her tears away but nothing was working.

His hands sought her out again, this time she didn’t fight it as he pulled her into his hold. He was on his knees, cradling her to him and he held her head against his chest, shaking with sobs she tried to silence.

“Parle moi mon amour,” he said softly into her hair, tone slightly pleading.

She was awful. This is the last thing he needed.

Shaking her head, she tried to pull away from him but he tightened his hold on her, kissing her gently on top of her head. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” she managed to get out. “I’m sorry this isn’t–”

“Hey, don’t apologise.” He leaned back, gently cupping her face in one hand and his brows furrowed when he took in her red glossy eyes. “What happened?”

She leaned into his hand, embarrassed. “This woman… just, nothing I’m overreacting.”

Charles went tense but his thumb gently wiped away another tear that slipped out. “Who?” His tone was off, she hadn’t heard him sound like that before. Slightly cold. Angry.

“It’s nothing. You don’t need this right now and–”

“Who? What did she say to you?”

“What they always say.” Her voice shook. She was tired. Of it all. She had been teetering on the edge of a knife for months now, she just wished she hadn’t fallen off now of all days.

Charles held her tighter, sighing slightly but she could tell he was angry.

She squeezed her eyes shut, “I’m sorry. I shouldn't have come today.”

“I told you I want you here–”

“You aren’t even able to celebrate pole. You’re in here consoling your girlfriend who’s a mess.”

“I don’t need to celebrate until tomorrow. And this isn’t a burden, you aren’t. Someone made you cry and I’m going to hit them with my car.”

She couldn’t help it as a laugh left her. “Yeah, right.” Nonetheless she sunk into him further, the tears finally calming down. She didn’t realise how much she needed this, to be held by him. She'd gone through most of their relationship putting her emotions on the backburner. Too afraid to screw things up. She should’ve known better, Charles wasn’t the type to just drop people when it got inconvenient.

Sighing, she finally looked up at him again. He was always so beautiful. Heaven on earth in the form of a human. “I don’t know who she was. Some woman pulled me aside with a note pad and she just started saying and asking all these things that really got to me. The same stuff that they all say, I know it’s nothing new but hearing it said was a lot to take in all of the sudden.”

Charles clenched his jaw, his tongue running along the side of his cheek as he looked away from her. His eyes suddenly became darker than usual. “Was she a reporter?”

“I mean I assume so.”

“Did she have a press pass?”

“I don’t know, she had a lanyard. She was in the paddock, I just assumed. I…” she bit at her own cheek. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes flicked back to hers, softening a bit at the edges. “Please, stop apologising.”

Charles stood up, taking hold of her hands to guide her along with him. Never letting go of her and she didn’t think she could express how grateful she was for him. He always knew what to do.

“I’ll fix this.”

She shook her head, her eyes feeling dry and puffy. “There’s nothing to fix, I know people will always talk.”

“Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

She smiled slightly, lifting up one of his hands to kiss his knuckles. “Just keep your eyes on me and win that race tomorrow. You deserve it, Charles.” He deserved everything he wanted and more, she just wished she could provide that for him.

But she was only human. She knew there’d be times to come where they made each other mad, annoyed, sick of each other. She’d fight it though, fight for him. She hoped he felt the same.

⭑*•̩̩͙⊱••••✩••••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

She was still crying, for a whole list of other happier reasons, when Charles walked up to her soaked in champagne and beaming. He set his first place trophy down and wrapped her in a hug, not being able to help it as he picked her up and spun her around.

“Thank you for being here,” he mumbled into her hair.

Setting her down, her arms were looped around his neck and she toyed with the wet strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m so happy for you. You should’ve seen us, I thought your mother was going to faint.”

Charles laughed, shaking his head and catching her mouth in a kiss, his arms tight around her waist. The fact that they were surrounded by hundreds of people and cameras didn’t even cross her mind. She didn’t care.

It was just them, no one else mattered.

Her eyes danced to the side as they began walking towards the pier for further celebration when she spotted her. She froze slightly, her hold on Charles’ hand tightening and he pulled them to a stop.

His brows creased as he looked down at her, “what?’

“That’s her, the woman.”

She blinked a few times, taking in how normal she looked yet she was capable of being cruel for no reason.

Charles turned to follow where she was looking. The moment his eyes landed on her, his jaw clenched. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“What?”

He had that tone again, the one rough around the edges that she rarely heard him use.

“She’s not with any paper or the press, she has a VIP pass.”

“So?” Looking at him, Charles gave the impression of someone ready to rip a head off a neck. “It’s fine. Let’s go celebrate, I’m over it.”

He gave her hand a squeeze and turned to her. “That means she was invited. Unbelievable they let people like that in here.”

“Charles–”

“I’ll be back.”

Before she could argue he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead and handed her his trophy, turning sharply on his heels and made a beeline for the rude woman.

She held her breath as she held the trophy, watching in both admiration and worry as he stalked up to her. Clearly pissed off and she watched as the woman’s eyes widened as she realised Charles was looking right at her.

They were too far away so she wasn’t able to hear what he was saying, but she was pretty sure he was quietly yelling at her given the way the woman flinched back, her own eyes dancing past Charles' shoulders to look at her. It didn’t last long though, Charles stepped to the side to block her vision, lowering his head more and a few seconds later the woman practically ran off with her tail between her legs.

Charles turned, still aggravated but gave her a reassuring smile as he neared her. Taking the trophy from her arms and placing a hand on her waist.

“Let’s go.”

He offered no explanation and she didn’t ask. All she did was smile when he kissed the top of her head again.

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[jadeazora]

Which Pokemon Villains are homophobic:

Giovanni: Would founding 🌈Rainbow Rocket🌈 count as rainbow capitalism? (It sounds like the name of a company that manufactures dildos, tbh.) I don't think he's supportive, but it doesn't bother him either. All he cares about is if you do your job well. He has men and women in his organization both thirsting for him. Have you met Archer? (His only true loves are money and power; Silver feels more like a precautionary heir.)

Archie/Maxie: are divorced. Also this was an image the official Japanese Pokemon Twitter fucking dropped with the caption "they're getting along well!" Definitely not homophobic:

Cyrus: dgaf. His whole thing is purging the world of emotion, so love's got to go too. (Pretty much everybody is under fire here.) He probably doesn't give a shit what you do in the meantime tho.

Ghetsis: 100%, no fucking doubt in my mind, regularly calls people slurs. His list of slurs is also *VERY* comprehensive.

N: Who do you think Ghetsis's favorite target is? I feel like he's completely chill with it, tho is personally entirely incapable of discerning the difference between romantic love and the love between friends.

Colress: If it isn't his "how to draw out a Pokémon's true strength" research, he doesn't care. You do you. 👍

Lysandre: His whole thing is beauty, and beauty isn't limited to gender or sexuality, and love is a beautiful thing, so why limit himself? Bro's pan.

Guzma: He takes outcast kids off the streets and gives them a home. No way he's homophobic! You got disowned? You're a fellow outcast in his eyes, and your home is with Skull now! (He's dating Plumeria, but is bi to me.)

Lusamine: initially, probably not since she's super controlling and not really a supportive mother to begin with, but since she does end her story wanting to do better for her kids, I feel like she would come around eventually and try to be better.

Piers: Nah, he's with Raihan and his little sis "fancies" Gloria. Next.

Rose: I feel like he would probably engage in some rainbow capitalism here and there, but he's generally friendlier than the other CEO-type villains personality-wise and there's several members of the Galar League who feel bi/gay (Nessa, Piers, Raihan), he wouldn't really be homophobic.

Volo: I don't think he cares that much, but if he can use homophobia to manipulate somebody, he totally would call them a slur. It really just depends what tool he has in his arsenal he feels would be the most effective way of manipulating you.

Penny: she literally calls your mom so pretty her brain glitched. I feel like she could get mad enough to doxx you if you tried to bully gay/trans kids in her presence.

Sada/Turo + the AI: As scientists, they're too wrapped up in their work to care (hell, they barely paid their own son any mind) and the AI knows being gay is something found naturally across species, so homophobia doesn't make much sense to them. Sada also strikes me as bi, and Turo strikes me as ace (with him, I think it's the outfit).

[slut-and-falcon]

Wicked Fiyeraba Headcannons:

-Fiyero def sits on Elphaba’s lap

- they call each other Yero and Fae; after the Wicked Witch persona dies, they only go by Yero and Fae so less people will be able to tie them to the dead witch and the missing prince.

- one of Fiyero’s favorite activities is to have Elphaba read to him. He finds it very relaxing, and informative. (Fiyero has dyslexia and that why he doesn’t like reading himself- but dyslexia isn’t a diagnosis in Oz, it hasn’t been recogized)

- they take care of young orphaned Animals, and Fiyero got Elphaba an egg apron so she could put all the kittens/small Animals in the pockets while she was caretaking

- Fiyero likes to draw…he draws a lot of Elphaba (and the Animals, but mostly Elphaba)

- Fiyero likes to purchase Vinkun silk scarves for Elphaba. She uses some for practical embellments in her clothing- like as a belt, shawl or hair covering. Others she keeps as house clothes- like as a night shawl. There’s one though- black with red roses- that is only used during intimacy with Fiyero.

- Elphaba and Fiyero have really complex feelings about Glinda…she was Elphaba’s close and only friend for a while, but Fiyero helped Elphaba realize that Glinda treated her like crap (this is apart from not making the sacrifices to leave with Elphaba). Elphaba also had some romantic feelings towards Glinda, and does not know what to do with those feelings. Fiyero loved Glinda, but wasn’t in love with her. He is highly aware of her faults, but still misses her and feels bad for what happened. Both realize that Glinda was manipulated by the Wizard and Madam Morrible, but both also realize that only Glinda is responsible for Glinda’s actions. And can they forgive her for being an anti-Animal/Anti-Witch propaganda machine? For helping in orchestrating Nessa’s death, and creating a trap for Elphaba? They don’t know. Together, Elphaba and Fiyero write letters to Glinda that are then burned before being sent, allowing them to work through all of these feelings and trauma they have in relation to Glinda.

- Fiyero’s favorite thing todo to annoy Elphaba is to use her butt as a pillow. Elphaba hates it (but will tolerate it) and Fiyero loves it.

-Elphaba is very passionate about a lot of stuff, and has a habit of information dumping, even when it’s considered rude. Fiyero likes it, but has felt the need to coach Elphaba for when the time is appropriate to do so, after she accidentally offended Fiyero’s mother.

- Fiyero and Elphaba do the whole “3 taps means I Love You” thing

-Fiyero likes to comb/take care of Elphaba’s hair

- Fiyero is an addict, he got addicted to a ❄️-like ozian drug while in his rebellion/coping-with-being-royalty phase. He hasn’t always been completely honest with Elphaba about it, but he got clean when he joined the Gale Force. He still had carvings, especially with his chronic pain and stress, and he tries to be as honest as possible with Elphaba about his cravings. They both use 🍃 to deal with chronic pain and stress though, but in moderate amounts.

- After being tortured by the Gale Force- Fiyero develops Narceolpsey. It’s a learning curve for both him and Elphaba.

-Elphaba offered Fiyero an open relationship (not because she wanted one but because she thought he would be unhappy with just her, and the novelty would wear off). Fiyero refused (while he had been poly in the past, he refused because he knew Elphaba’s reasonings were based in her feeling inadequate and self conscious).

Hmm I’ll think of more

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I see that on the English server, Book 7 is titled “The Lord of Malevolence”, but i’ve noticed a lot more people online call it “Ruler of the Abyss”, and I was wondering if the latter is the literal translation of the name, or if there’s another reason why there’s varying titles? (Also noticed it’s the same for the other books as well)

If it’s a case of literal translation, could you compile a list comparing the lit. to the eng. titles of the main 7 books please?

I've compiled a list of the EN and JP book/episode names below, as per request, along with commentary.

Prologue: Welcome to the Villains’ world.

This is the only title that is the exact same in both EN and JP. Notably, it's also the only title that is written in English in both servers.

Book 1: The Rose-Red Tyrant / Episode 1: 真紅の暴君 (shinku no bōkun) or Crimson Tyrant

真紅 -> Crimson, の -> of, 暴君 -> Tyrant

Very literal translation of the Japanese here. EN tends to enjoy alliteration, so that’s likely why the color was localized as “Rose-Red”. Basically means the same thing as “Crimson” anyway.

Book 2: The Usurper from the Wilds / Episode 2: 荒野の反逆者 (kōya no hangyaku-sha) or Rebel of the Wilderness

荒野 -> Wilderness, の -> of, 反逆者 -> Rebel

In EN, book 2 uses the word "usurper", which refers to someone who takes a position of power illegally or by force. The original JP text uses 反逆者, meaning "rebel", or a person who rises in opposition or even armed resistance against an established ruler. The EN title therefore paints Leona in a much more unflattering light by placing emphasis on the immoral nature of his actions.

Book 3: The Merchant from the Depths / Episode 3: 深海の商人 (shinkai no shōnin) or Deep Sea Merchant

深海 -> Deep Sea, の -> of, 商人-> Merchant

Basically the same thing! EN just chose to localize “Deep Sea” as “the Depths”.

Book 4: Schemer of the Scalding Sands / Episode 4: 熱砂の策謀家 (nessa no sakubō-ka) or Hot Sands Schemer

熱砂 -> Hot Sand, の -> of, 策謀家 -> Schemer

Only notable difference here is just how Jamil’s home country is localized; Hot Sand becomes the Scalding Sands.

Book 5: A Beautiful Tyrant / Episode 5: 美貌の圧制者 (bibō no assei-sha) or Beautiful Oppressor

美貌 -> Beauty, の -> of, 圧制者 -> Oppressor

This one’s interesting. The word "tyrant" is used both in books 1 and 5 in EN. However, in JP, only book 1 uses 暴君 ("tyrant"). Book 5's title in Japanese uses 圧制者 (“oppressor”), not 暴君 (“tyrant”).

A tyrant is a ruler uses their power cruelly, but an oppressor is someone who exerts cruel and unjust treatments Some would say these are synonyms of each other, which may be why EN uses them for both books 1 and 5. 圧制者 (“oppressor”) can also be a different way to write “tyrant”, so it isn’t technically wrong.

Book 6: The Watchman of the Underworld / Episode 6: 冥府の番人 (meifu no bannin) or Watchman/Guard/Keeper of the Underworld

冥府 -> Hell/Underworld, の -> of, 番人 -> Watchman/Guard/Keeper

Basically the same thing! EN just had to choose which terms to use (Hell/Underworld and Keeper/Guard/Watchman)

Book 7: The Lord of Malevolence / Episode 7: 深淵の支配者 (shin’en no shihai-sha) or Ruler of the Abyss

深淵 -> Abyss, の -> of, 支配者 -> Ruler

EN opts for the gendered term “lord” (a man of high social ranking or authority), whereas JP has the gender neutral 支配者 (“ruler”).

EN also uses “malevolence”, which refers to the state of having or wishing to do evil unto others. JP uses “abyss”, which is a dark and seemingly bottomless chasm and has no reference to doing harm to anyone. (The “abyss” part of the JP name won’t make sense to you until like 7-295 so 💦 EN Twsties, you’ll just have to trust me when I say this isn’t a random word choice: even when you learn the context for the “abyss”, it doesn’t specifically refer to Malleus’s own darkness, but rather the darkness that lives in everyone.) Again, EN frames the titular character as being worse than its JP title does because the word choice implies evil.

I do find it ironic that Leona and Malleus are the only two who are depicted as more “evil” in their book titles in English than in Japanese. Those two really are rivals, even across language barriers…

[myun-saidthoughts]

12th House & 8th House Themes Using Song Lyrics:

"I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me." (Stevie Nicks)

"No one has come close to you, and I don't think anyone will." (Sydney Rose)

"I don't ever tell you how I really feel, 'cause I can't find the words to say what I mean." (Harry Styles)

"I know I'm not your only, but I'll still be a fool, 'cause I'm a fool for you." (Harry Styles)

"You're not wasting time stuck here like me... The world ended when it happened to me." (Sydney Rose)

"I needed to lose you to find me." (Selena Gomez)

"And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone." (Olivia Rodrigo)

"I was still yours....Even when you weren’t mine." (Nessa Barrett)

"I wish that I could hate you, my baby....I wish that when I left, you'd've chased me." (Charlotte Lawrence)

"You're all that I think about, I even see you when I'm dreaming." (Charlotte Lawrence)

"Cause I've got my mind on you...I've got my mind on you." (Lana Del Rey)

"Say yes to Heaven, say yes to me." (Lana Del Rey)

"Lighting me up like Venus, but then you disappear and make me wait." (Selena Gomez)

"It's like I can't breathe without you inside of me." (Kelly Clarkson)

"It's like I can't think without you interrupting me, in my thoughts, in my dreams, you've taken over me." (Kelly Clarkson)

"We go 'round again, we jump back in bed... That's what you do when you love somebody." (5SOS)

"I'm eating breakfast in bed ever since you left, I'll never love again." (Nessa Barrett)

"I tell myself to run from you, but I find myself attracted to my dilemma." (Selena Gomez)

"And I know what I know, and I know you're no good for me." (Selena Gomez)

"I know I let you have all the power, and I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time." (Kelly Clarkson)

"The bed's getting cold and you're not here... But I'm not alive until you call." (Selena Gomez)

"I just wanna call you home...Even when I know you don't." (Sadie Jean)

"I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go." (Halsey)

"Just a little bit of your heart is all I want." (Harry Styles)

"I wish I knew what you were feeling." (Charlotte Lawrence)

"Wish I could make you want to, 'cause you're something I can't undo." (Hollyn)

"I needed to hate you to love me." (Selena Gomez)

"The ground beneath our feet was never sure, so you always had one out the door." (Hollyn)

"This dancing was killing me softly." (Selena Gomez)

"You make me so upset sometimes, I feel like I could lose my mind." (Selena Gomez)

"Fighting every instinct while you hold your pride." (Charlotte Lawrence)

"I should've seen it coming...Every time we say goodbye, I say hello again." (5SOS)

"Can't help the way I keep ignoring every omen...Heaven knows I should let go." (5SOS)

"Close my eyes and see your face...I could stay right here for days." (Sadie Jean)

"You won’t give your heart a chance to break, standing in the shallows safe." (Hollyn)

"But your lips hang heavy underneath me, and I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me." (Halsey)

"There's so much of you that I ignore, 'cause every time you hold me, I feel warm." (Hollyn)

"Picturin' you happy...Somewhere lookin' at me...Wonder if it ever works...Waitin' on the universe." (Sadie Jean).

"These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real...There's just too much that time cannot erase." (Evanescence)

"When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears...When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears". (Evanescence)

"Cause you'll be safe in these arms of mine...Just call my name on the edge of the night and I'll run to you...Even if it's gonna break me." (Lea Michele)

[imnoonejustapiramide]

Chapter Three

Upon a Chance | A Sensei wolf (Cobra Kai) x OC (older, European exchange student from Miyagi-Do that has a past she's trying to run from)

Previous chapter

The night air felt thick with the only sound being the rythmic beating of the waves crashing against one another, which made the situation at hand seem much more tense.

Lena sharpened her eyes in amusement at the rather nicely dressed man in front of her, who in general looked more than nice.

"You sure you want to fight in that? What if I rip that nice shirt of yours on accident?" she curiously asked, her eyes had a glint to them while they measured each other up, each awaiting the others movements first.

Wolf shrugged, his black dress shirt that encompassed his upper body creasing with the movement.

"Then my shirt will be ripped," He then simply answered her with an amused glint in his eyes, while he looked her over, specifically at the way she held herself.

Confident, balanced and full of danger. He licked at his lips then, his mouth turning into a smirk with the movement.

"I won't mind." he then ended, while he pulled his eyes back to her already awaiting focused ones.

She then shifted, just slightly, but he caught the movement like a shark sniffing blood- for the way she had distributed her weight, and the way her fists slightly hovered in a stance- it told him enough.

"Mixed martial arts huh," He stated with interest, to which the woman in front of him only nodded to.

And then she moved.

Which he did not expect, for he had expected them to dance another moment around one another.

She struck like lightning, her movements almost a blur to his sight, which didn't help in the dark. His breath hitched in excitement at the speed, at the way her body gracefully moved, like water.

But before her fists could reach his ribs, he managed to manouver himself out of her way. Which then forced him to be on defense.

Which really, was unlike him.

But then again- he liked the unpredictable, for it made things much more fun.

She was relentless, never letting him have even a foot of a space before she flowed between kicks and punches, changing from one style to another seamlessly.

Always so precise, and no predictableness. Damn, he was enjoying this very much so.

Sand kicked around them, while the shine of the moon beamed upon their moving forms.

Each time he countered, she shifted and continued in a relentless persuit, testing him and trying to reach an opened spot to make a claim upon.

He wanted to catch her, and not just in a fight, he thought with furvor.

And then, in a twist he didn't see coming- it all ended, and with him harshly hitting the ground with his back with a forceful thud.

And she was on top of him, her weight firm against his torso, and fist poised.

Their breaths were harsh in the night's air. and the space between them- nonexistent.

They could feel each other's heat, and wolf found himself unconciously tightening his hands upon her hips, making a faint tremor go along them.

Both of their eyes were blazing against one another.

A slow, lazy grin then formed along his lips, flickering his eyes at her lips and at her body, before they finally reached her fiery eyes once more,

"Finish it," he told her in a low tone, which sounded inviting, and as a challenge.

Her eyes searched his, something unreadable flickering between them, before she simply pushed herself from him, and rose to her feet beside his sprawled form, which left him momentarily stunned, before he frowned at her.

"That was fun, but I have to go now. Goodnight, Wolf." She then politely told him, while she got rid of any lingering sand on her person.

He didn't like that, not in the slightest for he wasn't done, not at all.

Neither would he let her vanish away, like nothing happened.

And before he could think it through,

"Buy me a drink," he then told her.

Which made them both pauze, one in utter embarrasment after realising his slip, while the other looked amused.

"I meant- " But before he could correct himself, a giggle slipped out of her inviting and full lips.

"Alright then, I'll buy you a drink- just the one." She then answered him with a grin, which made him tighten his jaw in response at the attractive sight that she made.

He then shook his head with a chuckle a moment after, before he finally pushed himself up from the ground. Looking down at her awaiting, and still oh so amused gaze, he then bore his eyes at her, all the while he took her in- truly took her in.

"Thanks," He told her, before he continued, his tone low in appreciativeness.

"You fought well, "

"As did you." She answered in equal, while she tilted her head towards him, before she turned on her heel.

"How about your well earned drink now,"

He then silently followed her, all the while he admired her from behind.

Sorry for the short chapter! But I do hope y'all enjoyed it? Do leave me a comment and tell me what you think of it so far, it would encourage me to continue writing for one <3

NEXT CHAPTER

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No-one mourns the Wicked Boq x Reader

Summery- (Y/N), Boq, Glinda, Fiyero, Elphaba, and Nessa Rose were all one big friend group at Shiz. After the events of act 1, Elphaba is gone, Glinda/Fiyero heartbroken, and Nessa is reeling with the death of her father. Boq and (Y/N) are all who remain at the solum Shiz. 

Nessa doesn’t like Boq and Boq doesn’t like Glinda because plot connivence. Also, Fiyero is just friends with Glinda because I want LESBIANS

Reader is gender neutral, Elphie X Glinda referenced in passing as canon

NOT PROOFREAD (PREPARE FOR TYPOS)

TW-characters going through feelings of abandonment, a bit of a sad tone compared to my other stuff, characters believe Wizard’s propaganda about Elphie 

Elphaba was gone.  She was really gone. 

The news reached Shiz like a firework, within moments the whole campus turned against the so-called Wicked Witch of the West. 

“I knew she was evil the whole time!”

“To think, Glinda trusted her….”

“Looks like we were right before the Oz dust! She’s a monster”

The words circled my brain plucking at what was left of my sanity. I was her friend. We were all her friend.  How could I have not known the truth? She was evil- wicked. The word rang in my head. Wicked. Wicked. Wicked. That was the truth. Madame Morrible and the Wizard himself said so. I traced my hand against the grass I sat in. Elphaba had first shown me this spot. A rare calm in the chaos of Shiz. Wicked, to be born vile and without remorse. 

I covered my face, the memories haunting me. 

We would sneak around Shiz and laugh in the library. Dr Dillamond would always tell us to be quiet, well Fiyero mostly, and we would apologize on his behalf. He would say how rare it is to have such good friends; how grateful we should be. Oz, I didn’t listen. Then, he was gone. That was the first warning. Still, we all celebrated when Elphie got the note from the wizard telling her to go to the famous Emerald City. We hugged and cheered until our throats burned. It had taken a while, but I felt like I belonged, like we all belonged. I was happy- was it really all a lie?

“(Y/N)”

I turned around. Boq stood with an awkward tilt and sheepish grin.  I tried to match it the best I could. 

“I don’t see you out here much Boq.”

“I was looking for you,” he admitted, “you’ve made yourself very hard to find lately.”

“Have I?” I chuckled dryly,” It looks like we’re the only ones left.” 

“You don’t think they’re coming back?” his eyes grew. 

“Well, Elphie isn’t that’s for sure…” I laughed, “I can’t see Fiyero coming back here after running off. Nessa has the stuff with her father and Glinda- “

It had been mere weeks before Glinda nervously confessed to me at a sleepover of her feelings for the green girl. She was jumping up and down, kicking her feet, singing the praises of her newfound muse. Life was so much lighter, free. Oz, what I would give to go back. “-Glinda won’t return without Elphie.”

“You haven’t been sleeping well, have you?” he reached for my cheek before blushing and forcing his hand away. 

He sat next to me. Around us the tall, yellow grasses swaying in the wind. It was peaceful, nearly lovely. 

“I’m fine.” It was a lie; we both knew it. 

“And you’ve been avoiding me,” he sighed, “though I can’t blame you.”

“I’m sorry. It’s not you, really, it’s everyone except you. I just don’t have any social battery right now, so I’ve been avoiding everyone. I’ve missed you, a lot.”

That was true. Even before this all, Boq was the one person, even out of all our friends, I felt safest around. He was awkward and charming, with an adorable smile. I had a crush on him for a while that I was way too nervous to address so I did nothing. Except now we were both stuck together in this mess.

“I understand.”

Of course he understands, he is the only other person who was left behind. And by avoiding everyone I basically abandoned him too. My mouth filled with bitter acid. I snapped, 

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I just miss everyone and you’re here still and I’ve been a terrible friend.”

“No, no no…” he panicked, “I don’t think that at all.”

“You’ve heard what they’re saying about her. I can’t listen. It makes me sick. But they’re right… it’s just I don’t- “I leaned into his chest, he tensed turning a bit red, “I don’t know what to think”

I was sobbing and didn’t know how I was going to stop the tears from coming.

“Cry all you want. I’m here. I’m always here for you.”

“Thank you…”

“When I walk around,” he spoke, with me still sobbing into his sweater, “people look at me strange because they know I was friends with her. Have you experienced that too?”

“Sort of, but I made you bear the brunt of this because I’ve been hiding so much.”

“I just- Elphie was so kind. I don’t understand how we could have never noticed.”

“She must have been a great liar,” I guessed.

“(Y/N). This is going to be hard. If they really aren’t coming back. But- “

I looked up, Boq very red and sweating? 

“Are you ok? Do you feel sick?”

“WE MAKE A GREAT TEAM!” he yelped, “And- and we can do this together!”

“Yeah!” I cheered.

“(Y/N) this is terrible timing but- I like you like in a romantic way, and I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to make things awkward in the friend group. But now apparently one of my closet friendships was a lie and my other friends are gone and you’re here and you’re incredible, but I can’t go on without telling you! And I’m so sorry for ruining things more than they already are!”

“You- like me?” I stammered.

“A lot.” He nodded fervently. 

“I like you too. A lot.” 

“OZ, WHY COULDN’T WE DO THIS WHEN EVERYTHING WAS CHILL!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” I matched his chaos laughing until I was laying down, “WE JUST HATE HAVING STABLE RELATIONSHIPS!”

“I GUESS SO!” he cackled laying with me, “if we do this, be together, it isn’t going to be easy.”

“I know. I don’t think anything is easy now.”

“Are you ok with that? If you just need a stable friendship right now, I understand.”

“No. Our whole lives have been turned on their heads. We deserve to find a little happiness Boq.”

“You do make me so happy…” 

[theseerasures]

A Theory on the Periodization of Wicked: Part Two

FEB 2007 (LA Opening) - OCT 2013 (10th Anniversary): WICKED IS DEAD (LONG LIVE WICKED)

*rubs hands together* hooooo boy now we're getting into it

setting aside that there wouldn't be a Wicked without the previous era, this is probably the most formative period in the show's production history, and certainly my personal favorite. the most obvious reason for this is just the sheer amount of Wicked happening during this time. from 2007 to 2010 there were no fewer than four contemporaneous versions of the show running; after the last sitdown in San Francisco closed in 2010 this got pared down to three, but still: that's a lot of Wicked.

and EVERY one of these productions was doing something different. a lot of this can be attributed to changes made by higher-ups: as alluded to in the previous section, 2007 brought about sizable script and staging changes, which include but are not limited to:

adding a scene before Dancing Through Life where Fiyero almost runs Elphaba over and banter ensues

altering Fiyero and Galinda's dialogue at the Ozdust when Elphaba arrives to accommodate for him already knowing her

adding the dramatic moment where Elphaba stands up with her cloak during Defying Gravity

adding "to Fiyero," at the end of "announcing Glinda is engaged" in Boq's lines in Wicked Witch of the East

changing Elphaba's stated motivation for returning to the Emerald City from "i have unfinished business" to "i have to set the monkeys free," and having Nessa in turn accuse her of actually going back for Fiyero

altering the conclusion of Wonderful so that Elphaba interrupts the Wizard's attempt to woo her

shortening Elphaba's lines after she discovers Dillamond's fate so she immediately starts threatening the Wizard

i occasionally miss a few things from Wicked 1.0, but Wicked 2.0 is overall a much stronger show, with tighter character relationship and motivations. (it's especially astounding to me how Stephen Schwartz and Winnie Holzmann decided on a Fiyeraba endgame but didn't realize until years down the line that Fiyero should probably meet Elphaba FIRST.) so some of the unique flavors of Wicked we got during this time came from the actors literally saying different lines and adjusting their performances. the script changes also had the side benefit of releasing incoming casts of their obligation to be faithful to the original, because they were now doing some things the original cast (with some exceptions) had never done.

attributing this period's innovation just to script changes giving the show a much needed jolt, however, obscures how much the casts--and particularly the Gelphies--were here for it. the ambition to give unique portrayals was such that in one evening (and an especially fast jet) you could be getting four radically different interpretations of the same character, each of them in conversation with their peers. it likely helped that the hierarchy among the different productions wasn't strictly asymmetrical during this time. the sitdown shows were often led by Broadway alums: Megan and Eden left Broadway to open (and then close) LA, Kendra left Broadway to open San Francisco, Annaleigh Ashford left Broadway to close Chicago, and so on. 1NT could have turned out to be the runt of the litter, but. uh

then some absolute unit put Carmen Cusack and Katie Rose Clarke onstage with each other, leaving Wicked to forever reckon with the consequences

between the two Carmen is the less volatile game changer, but like i discussed in the previous part Elphabas don't tend to evolve so dramatically anyway. she's definitely more of a shit-stirrer (see: teehee perhaps i shall end TWAI on the DG battle cry, perhaps i shall tuck mineself within Derrick Williams' bosom during ALAYM) than people give her credit for, but Carmen's most significant contribution, imo, was a) fostering innovative and unconventional acting choices in both herself and her castmates (something Katie and Donna Vivino have talked about in interviews), and b) absolutely mcfucking committing ONE HUNDRED PERCENT to those acting decisions, no matter how apeshit they are.

Carmen is an Angry Elphaba, and so can be considered an inheritor to Eden and Julia; but while those two at least tried to mask their rage, or worked their way up towards it, Carmen's Elphaba is almost entirely just raw untempered emotion. she says "something just comes over me sometimes" when trying to explain what happened with Nessa's chair, and spends the rest of the show proving just how true that is. where other Elphabas try to make meaning out of how they feel, Carmen's Elphie just...lives in every feeling she experiences. the reason she's an Angry Elphie is because Elphaba is textually angry for much of the show, but Carmen is equally uncompromising when it comes to other emotions as well. when she's disdainful it oozes out of every pore of her body; when she's touched she has no reservations about showing it; when she has been pushed to the brink you are genuinely afraid of her--not because she means you harm, but because she has no control of what she will do in that moment, either.

and when she loves Glinda she'll KISS HER ON THE MOUTH okay that's probably just Carmen nvm

in terms of sheer feral rage no Elphaba has matched Carmen before or since. even Mamie's Elphie, who shows up arguably angrier in her first scene, presents her anger as a performative defense mechanism (in contrast to Carmen, who ends up scarier precisely because there's no pretense). yet Carmen did end up contributing to a reading of Elphaba which would increasingly gain traction, which is an Elphaba who either lacks self-awareness or is truly incapable of regulating her emotional response. earlier actresses developed their Elphabas from things that Idina still might plausibly do; Carmen ended up pushing this beyond the brink, demonstrating that an Elphaba without restraint could still be recognizable and compelling as Elphaba. this expansion of Elphaba-the-character paved the way for a slew of Elphies with unique acting vision AND those classic belts--including those who had never done the role before but made an impact anyway, like Nicole Parker and Lindsay Mendez.

and then there's Katie, who...

actually you know what? Katie makes talking about the development of Glinda during this time very straightforward! because she was there THE WHOLE TIME.

literally!!! literally this is true. Katie was a principal Glinda for at least a part of EVERY SINGLE YEAR from 2007 to 2013. this alone would put her in the running for most influential Glinda of this era (if not the next), but it goes deeper than that. Katie did not invent Weird Glinda; between Hilty's "dumb pubby" Glinda, Kendra's "hit hit hit hit hit hit hit" Glinda, and Annaleigh's "expressive prancing gazelle" Glinda the character was already pretty far removed from her alpha bitch origins. in this context Katie showing up and behaving as if each of her individual limbs were independently autonomous shouldn't have been so beyond the pale, except for how--just like Carmen--bloody-minded she was about playing that weirdness to the hilt, particularly in dramatic moments.

it can be tricky to navigate the transition from Mostly Comedic Glinda in Act 1 to Mostly Dramatic Glinda in Act 2. even the three luminaries of Weird Glinda mentioned above had trouble with it, because they still felt somewhat compelled to serve Glinda-the-Entertainer from the show's earliest days. their Glindas were weird because Glinda being Too Much is the cornerstone of getting laughs, and the oddness faded to the background as the show's overall tone darkened in Act 2. the strangeness of Katie's Glinda, by contrast, remains both consistent and pivotal throughout Wicked's dramatic shifts. she is still impulsive in Act 2; still sensitive, still emotional, still physically expressive. it's just that...those things really aren't funny anymore after the timeskip, and even prior there are moments where Glinda feels--and wants--so much and so deeply it's almost uncomfortable to watch her. the Glinda who is hysterical in Act 1 is the same, hysterical, Glinda in Act 2, but the world around her has changed so drastically it upends how we perceive her as a person. and because Glinda sets up the frame narrative of the show, an Act 2 Glinda who is distinctively recognizable as her earlier self tightens Wicked's overall tonal consistency.

it's difficult to say how much immediate impact Katie had on her peers during this time, since afaik the Midnight Bark Gelphies have with each other now hadn't been established yet. Glindas did begin trending towards dramatic seriousness as a whole in 2008--the most prominent example of this is probably Hilty, who in returning to close the LA sitdown chucked pretty much all her Glinda's previous ditziness in the bin. a lot of this undoubtedly has to do with the fact that Megan, Kendra, and Annaleigh were all coming to the end of their tenures, and all determined to finish at the top of their games; at the same time, i find it interesting that these previously very disparate Glindas were now overlapping quite a bit in when and how they chose to depict their character's tragic vulnerability.

in any case, the combination of all four of these performances meant Serious Glinda was here to stay. Katie, obviously, was the Glinda Who Would Not Leave, but it's not like she was singlehandedly maintaining this darker read of the character either. the interpretation struck a chord with a lot of Glinda Girlies, several of whom ended up in the bubble dress themselves. and by 2013 Playing Glinda for Drama had so become the norm that when Alli Mauzey (whose tenure perpetually circled Katie's, and vice versa) returned, it felt like a nostalgic rarety. her Glinda--Glinda the Entertainer, here to excite the audience with opt ups and make them lose their shit during Popular--which had once been the ONLY version of the character imaginable, was now being left behind.

[professorspork]

Do you have any new gelphie pairing faves or analyses from your Great Wicked Watch?

OOH THANK YOU FOR ASKING

things are still In Progress, so really the only true conclusion I've reached so far is one I already could have told you: the earlier gelphies are way less gay. Like, mad respect bc they were what we had at the time and there's still plenty there to dream on, but compared to how later actresses play them it's really NOT that queer of an interpretation of either role, and isn't as much to my taste. Chenzel just doesn't Do It for me; Megan Hilty's Glinda is deeply affectionate but it's in such an obvious "hey soul sister" way I don't see My Glinda in her.

some random thoughts in no particular order:

I was very taken with Julia Murney and Kendra Kassebaum's chemistry, though I didn't find any one performance of theirs where I felt like it sustained throughout both acts the way I'd like.

I can now say with confidence it's no WONDER I didn't realize I was a Glinda Girlie in my youth, bc my first live Glinda was Jennifer Laura Thompson and her Glinda is among the colder ones (though not as cold as Kate Reinders SHE DOESN'T EVEN TOUCH ANA GASTEYER ONCE IN FOR GOOD GIRL WHAT GIVES). like it does make me LAUGH when, for example, Galinda says "but that was the milkflowers' fault" as though it ends in "you moron" but it is not my Preferred Reading

(on the other hands Nessas who embrace being a self-absorbed cunt start to finish are fabulous and I love them)

I've surprised myself with how fondly I latched onto Shoshana "Smol Bean" Bean's portrayal of Elphaba bc I usually prefer my Elphies far more acerbic, but her view of the character is so crystal-clear and consistent throughout I can't help but be taken with it

more Elphabas should do the "I'm melting" pose during "so happy I could melt" the way Stephanie J Block does

it is very hard to find a good Fiyero who actually has chemistry with BOTH girls, but a bad Boq will lowkey ruin the show in a way a bad Fiyero honestly doesn't

more Dr Dillamonds should refrain from touching their students sir you are a PROFESSOR, SIR--

my inventing something post was inspired by Annaleigh Ashford's first Popular, which I feel really captured something critical in how it unfolded of like... it's like you can almost watch Galinda start getting addicted, it's this compulsion, how the touches become more frequent and more intimate and she doesn't understand why but can't seem to control herself, and it's such a classic pre-gay-awakening "I don't know I just think she's REALLY COOL and want to be her BEST FRIEND" take on it that I loved

our rewatch has just entered the Katie Rose Clarke era, and as someone who started with her and Willemijn it's fascinating to go back to her first tour with Carmen and see how genuinely she WAS trying to play the scenes with Fiyero straight which she eventually gave up on lmao

okay I could probably keep yammering but I'm gonna cut it off there for now

[evermoresversion]

HIIIII!!!

Could you do promise rings with Jeremiah Fisher x reader where he goes all out, like walk onto the beach and rose petals and everyones there and all that fluffiness, and like promising to marry her after collage.<3

Have a good day/afternoon/night

-Nessa<3

🌺

CRAZIER, JEREMIAH FISHER.

A/N Thank you so much for your request, sweetheart. <3

I really got butterflies writing this, I can't believe it.

The name of the fic is because I was listening to that song while writing this.

PAIRING Jeremiah Fisher x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Pure fluff, established relationship.

SUMMARY You and Jeremiah have been in a relationship for a year now, both going more stable than ever, he decides it's time to take the next step.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JEREMIAH'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

There was this day where Jeremiah woke up more affectionate than usual. And he was always affectionate with you.

The two of you have known each other your whole life, since your mother, Christine, Laurel and Susannah had always been best friends.

You grew up with the Fishers and Conklins. And while Susannah entrusted Conrad to Belly, she entrusted Jeremiah to you.

She said you were the one for her sunshine boy.

And that's what you did, you took care of Jeremiah's heart and soul as if they were your own, which led him to fall in love with you and you started dating.

That was at least a year ago, if not longer. Returning to the present it was summer, everyone was at the summer house, the day was starting and Jeremiah was already all over you.

His head on your chest so you could caress his hair while he hugged you around the waist. His eyes were closed and her legs were tangled between yours. All on top of you, pinning you to the mattress so you couldn't leave his side.

And you really didn't plan on doing it.

Until Conrad went to get you out of your love nest.

"Hey lovebirds, breakfast is ready." he announced and then left the room. Jeremiah groaned with his face now hidden in the crook of your neck.

"Let's stay here," he murmured tightening his grip on your waist. "forever."

"That's what I want the most, but I'm afraid that if we don't go down now my mother will come for us to get us off our ears."

He complained again getting up from the bed and stretching out his hand for you to take it.

When you got up, he hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, letting you lead him into the kitchen.

"Good morning." Susannah greeted with a wide smile looking at the two of you. He was really glad that the two of you were together.

In addition to the fact that the reason for her smile was one that you didn't know.

You sat next to Jeremiah at the kitchen breakfast nook and both ate in peace.

That same afternoon you had returned from shopping with Belly and Taylor since both had insisted that they wanted to buy some dresses and they convinced you to buy one yourself.

"Where is Jeremiah?" you asked your mother who was with Laurel in the living room, she having a coffee while the other was typing something on her computer.

"He said he was coming in a while, don't worry." She nodded and you sighed going up to your room.

When you left, Laurel and your mother looked at each other knowingly, also knowing what was going to happen that night.

Later that day, once again the girls convinced you to get ready, put on makeup and do your hair because they 'felt like it' even though they hid the real reason from you by disguising it so you wouldn't find out anything.

"You look beautiful." Belly flattered smiling when she finished doing your hair.

"Never mind that she looks beautiful, she looks super hot." Taylor said, making you both laugh.

"How about we go for a walk on the beach?" the brunette offered as Taylor nodded her head.

"Dressed like that? I don't think so, I'm going to change and let's go." before you could move they both exclaimed a 'no' confusing you even more. "Okay girls, you always act weird but this time it's too much."

"It's just that I saw that there's a party on the beach and we're going to it, besides we're not so formal, they're casual dresses." the blonde shrugged and Belly nodded. When they convinced you, you agreed sighing.

You saw Taylor wrote something on her phone but you brushed it off.

"Good!" Each of them linked their arm with one of yours, each one being at your sides.

"Tonight will be unforgettable, I promise."

How correct was Taylor.

When you entered the beach you frowned not seeing any party on the beach.

"Where's the party, Tay?"

"We're almost there, wait." She tapped your arm twice and you kept walking.

Just when you were about to complain again, you saw something in the distance. You narrowed your eyes to get a better look and you could see... Jeremiah? What was he doing there?

And then you looked at the whole scenario.

The warm lights that shone where he stood. Along with Laurel, Susannah, Steven, Conrad and your mother. Jeremiah was standing in the middle of all of them.

And then you started connecting all the dots, but there was still something that didn't add up.

"Come on." Belly added smiling, leading you to where your whole family was.

When you got to where the others were, they left you in front of Jeremiah.

"You are welcome." Taylor commented making Jeremiah smirk.

Your face was totally a puzzle. And then Jeremiah took a deep breath, looking directly into your eyes and took your hands in his.

"I had a whole speech prepared but you look so stunning that you have left me speechless." he started by making you laugh softly and you heard some light giggles from the others. He took another breath of air, compose himself to be able to order a little everything he wanted to tell you.

"You've always been my favorite person, always, the only one I wanted to share my toys with when we were kids," you grinned at the memory, it was true. "The only one with whom I wanted to share my most deepest secrets and dreams." Your heart began to beat at an accelerated rate, and you waited for him to continue talking.

"And now I know that you're the only one I want to share the rest of my life with." when he said that suddenly everything stopped, even your heart. "I know that we are young, that we have a lot to live for, a lot to go through, but I know that I want all this together with you. With you I can be myself, with you I have everything. Everything I was looking for in a person I found it in you without even trying. You are the kindest, prettiest, funniest person I know. I want this to be eternal, for us to be eternal."

"So," he took a small box from the inside pocket of his jacket and bit your lower lip to keep from crying. Seeing him kneel in front of you. He opened the box letting you see a ring in it. "Will you marry me when we finish college?"

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" You exclaimed, nodding, and he rose to gently take your hand and put the ring on you.

He took your cheeks while you cradled his face in your hands to kiss him slowly, enjoying the moment.

When both parted, the mothers congratulated both of you, but especially Susannah and your mom.

"I know you will both be very happy." Susannah said caressing your face and once again you felt like crying, you hugged her tightly and she hugged you.

"Thank you so much."

When everyone congratulated both you, y'all returned to the house and when you and Jeremiah were in his room he kissed you again.

"You don't know how long I wanted to do this." he murmured joining his forehead with yours.

"I'm glad you already did."

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