#she got her “fuck me” from Mr. Bennet

[gimmeamanateeaftermidnight]

Being a teenager watching/reading Pride and Prejudice and rolling your eyes whenever Mrs. Bennet opens her mouth, then watching/reading it as a grown ass adult and cheering every time she basically calls Darcy a dick to his face.

[therealvinelle]

Why does Edward use his "old fashiodness" as a reason not to have sex before marriage bc people in the 1900s totally fucked

Yes they did, they also did other things they weren't supposed to.

Sex outside of marriage and promiscuity has been stigmatised since marriage was invented, and remains so in many cultures in the world today. Anthropologically, marriage has been a tool for men to own women and ensure heirs, and for women to be provided for (And for this reason is tied to the concept of property).

It is only recently in the West that this changed (and even then promiscuity remains a looked down upon trait), and that change is closely related to the financial liberation of women: if Elizabeth Bennet can find herself gainful employment and earn as much as any man, there is no need for her to be married and Mrs. Bennet doesn't mind not having any sons. Likewise, women can't leave relationships if they'll be out on the streets: the steep rise in divorce rates in the 20th century was a direct result of women's financial independence.

Edward lived in a world where women were not financially independent, and if a woman had a child outside of wedlock, both her and the child would live in shame. It's not even long ago, when my great-grandmother was little there was a girl staying at her aunt's house who was pregnant and who lived there, cooped up in a single room until she had the baby, so the people where she ordinarily lived wouldn't find out she'd been pregnant. This was in the 1920's. There were also women's houses (I don't know what you would call them in English) were pregnant unmarried women would come to live until they'd had their children, at which point they returned to wherever they'd come from and the children were adopted out. This meant their lives didn't have to be ruined. My grandmother remembers such houses being prolific even in her childhood, and that was in the 1950's.

The men were not looked well upon either, because if you don't marry the woman it usually means you were already married, or you simply didn't want to take on responsibility: either way you thought a woman getting pregnant, losing social standing and prospects and endangering her health (childbirth mortality rates only began dropping in the West around the 1930's) because you wanted to get rocks off was an acceptable quid pro quo. It's not a good look. (However, the father is not the one stuck with the nine month pregnancy and human child, so a child outside of marriage still had worse consequences for the mother.)

Edward having a deep rooted refusal to sleep with Bella without marrying her first isn't something I'll fault him for, especially not when Bella immediately got pregnant, proving that these things do happen when you least want them to. If I lived a hundred years I imagine there would be deep rooted notions my much younger peers would consider archaic that remained with me as well. Maybe I will be saying "Well when I was young, we kept our cats indoors!" while people just stare because there are no cars on the streets and the birds all died, let the damn cat enjoy the grass. Or "Well, in my day I took one shower each day! And sometimes- I took two! All of it in drinking water, hahaha!" will be a wasteful and shocking statement that appalls and embarrasses the children.

Culture and norms change when society changes, is what I'm saying. This can be for the worse and for the better (and I'm always slightly terrified when people assume that the world will continue to change for the better through some natural default. We in the Western World have been on a positive trajectory in terms of civil rights for the past century, that is great, but societies have made progress before and seen that progress be lost), in terms of women's sexual freedom it has been for the better since Edward's time.

Financial independence, abortion, and tireless feminists fighting for social change are what we have to thank for marriage no longer being socially required for women who wish to be sexually active, and even then I have to wonder - say the next United States election is won by a certain someone who seems uninterested in preserving the democrat process in the country, and the House and Senate majority is Republican. Abortion rights would not be strengthened in that scenario, but more likely further gutted, and recovering them would be very difficult if the concerns about the Republican candidate's antidemocratic alignments should be correct. You could also start getting worried about things like sexual education. Say ten, fifteen, twenty years go by. How do you imagine that's going to change the reality of young women who have sex outside of wedlock and got pregnant, and now can't abort the child? And what ripple effects do you think this might have?

To put it this way, looking at a different civil rights issue - I'm young, I'm under 30, yet I remember growing up barely knowing what "gay" was, just that it was a schoolyard insult (where the insult worked because the boy being bullied also didn't know what "gay" was, and tentatively said "... yes?" when asked if he was gay), and now schools draw rainbows and participate in Pride. Culture has changed tremendously, it's a very happy change, but I won't presume gay rights have come to stay and can't be taken away (just look to what's happened in Poland), nor will I presume these changes can't happen quicker than one would expect. I similarly will not presume women's rights are iron clad.

And should things go very awry, then men like Edward who don't have sex with women unless there's a wedding ring in place will be the good eggs.

In other words I'm very "But why were they different?" about things that were different about the past.

(Also I do not want to fearmonger. So, to be clear: I don't think The Handmaiden is becoming reality in the States tomorrow if the Republican side wins the US Election, I don't think we're all being shipped off to the gulags. I do however think that the belief civil rights gains are ironclad and a done deal is a terrifyingly naive one, and betrays historical and contemporary ignorance. Society will change, that's inevitable, and complacency risks that chance being for the worse.)

[dearausten]

just rewatched pride and prejudice 1995 and i loved it, even more than before! here are some thoughts:

- the best thing about this adaptation is, to me, the performance of jennifer ehle as elizabeth. honestly, she nails everything about her character, in my opinion. from lizzy’s wit and sense of humor to her firm resolution in rejecting darcy the first time and dealing with lady catherine, while also displaying all her conflictimg emotions not only during the whole wickham affair, but also when she found herself longing for darcy’s good opinion (who knows why!). she was absolutely charming and one can’t help but root for her.

- this might be obvious, but i love how it is pretty much the same as the book! it’s very clear that having six episodes worth of screen time instead of two hours as you get in movies played in their favor.

- i love the bennets! i love seeing the sisters interact! i love seeing them in their daily lives and watching their dynamics. i also think they got almost all of the characterizations perfectly. lydia, kitty, mary and mrs. bennet were all on point! however i do feel like they toned down mr. bennet’s flaws and only focused on the funny/sarcastic side of his character. other than that, i liked him too :)

- i’ve seen many people who don’t like this mr. collins but honestly i really enjoyed him. he was ridiculous and absurd, and he annoyed the fuck out of everyone, which is accurate lol. i do wish they’d made him age appropriate bc... that man is not 25 lol. anyways, i actually thought this collins was more accurate than 2005!collins.

- oh, caroline, you sneaky thing! i have nothing to say about her, really. i think she was portrayed very accurately as well. and they included the hursts!

- mr. bingley was good too! love me some golden retriever energy

- and, of course, how could i not talk about colin firth as darcy! he was DISGUSTED to be around common gentry people. he looked like he’d rather hang himself from the ceiling than be in those goddamn social gatherings for one more minute. he was so displeased with everyone and clearly thought they were nothing but a pain in his ass, and i love that lol.

- but OH MY he’s a simp! he can’t stop staring at elizabeth for the life of him. istg he is so fascinated by her. that scene at rosings when lizzy is talking to colonel fitzwilliam and darcy just stared at them while she roasts the fuck out of him????? top tier

- one thing i adored about his performance was just how miserable he looks when she isn’t around! and mind you, this is DARCY we’re talking about.

- the lake scene was great, but CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT LOOK THEY GAVE EACH OTHER IN THAT ONE SCENE???? YES, THAT LOOK. YALL KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. IT MAKES ME WEAKKK

- the ONLY note that i have is that i wish he smiled more, especially when they meet after the letter (but before that too)

- honestly the only bad thing i have to say about this adaptation is that the second proposal felt a little... underwhelming. it’s supposed to be this big emotional moment why do they look like they’re talking about the weather 😭

my conclusion: i’ve worshipped 2005 since the first time i watched but i feel like i’ve just become a 1995 stan, it was just so so good and so faithful to the book. and yes, i finished it two days ago. yes, i’ll be rewatching today.

[the0retically]

The Suckening #11: Bloodbound:

What an episode I’m so—oof!!

- Grizz’s regular voice just talking is so strange

- A tick on Bebo’s balls??

- These intros are insane

- “So he was getting to the center of that tootsie pop!” CONDI??

- The music :)

- I forgot about taylor oh my god

- Oh now Taylor swift, Charlie is so done

- “How do you contribute?” “I don’t.” “What???”

- Willpower of 2?? The influencers please

- This is insanity, why is shilo joining in the vlogs?

- “Grefgore and Arthur just kill them” PLEASE??

- Shilo sending Grefgore to kill the guys with contracts oh my god

- Arthur just hating the influencers is so so funny

- “I want to go to the twins” “you keep mentioning these twins who are they?” “Do you want to come with” PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

- CHARLIE?? WHAT VOICE IS THAT

- He’s just Mickey Mouse??

- Station wagon 5??

- Charlie being like “yeah you’re on a bunch of cameras :)” scary

- Charlie please stop whimpering

- Wait Taylor isn’t an actual werewolf??

- OH WAIT NO HE IS he just wanted to be closer to Jacob please

- Love how they have Taylor on the team now

- “I’m the real Taylor Launter from movies and I’m gonna help you” PLEASE?

- Deacon?

- LAZARUS??????

- HUH?

- NO EDWARD NO NO NO NO NO NO

- Oh no he walks inside???

- God this is so bad

- “This is like the time I looked at the sky and everything went horrible” OH GOD

- These rolls are so bad today

- THEO

- …..somethings weird oh god yeah it’s been a month

- Oh :( he’s doing so well!

- ……is that Edwards theme right now?

- HES BEEN KILLING VAMPIRES?

- LETS GO THOUGH?? HES A BADASS I LOVE HIM!! HES UNITED THE DEMONS AND FANGS!!

- I love emizel and theo so much

- OH WAIT YEAH HE HAS HOLY WATER IN HIS WATER BOTTLE OH MY GOD

- :((( they’re gonna play smash together

- “On the moon?” “Is this still on the moon?” “The moon?” PLEASE THEO

- ……I feel like humans have the twilight phones too theo don’t kill humans please

- “The dangs” I love that

- ……….they don’t know what’s going on with shilo oh god

- …..he’s back in the Tiktok house?

- OH MY GOD ARTHUR IS SO WORRIED HES LIKE A PARENT OH MY GOD

- Any ghosts???

- SPIRITS TOUCH ON THE WRISTBAND!!! CHARLIE LOSING IT TOO OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT

- Oh FUCK shilo had the files AND Arthur got all successes on the spirit touch

- “And do everything we talked about” excuse me??

- God the Edward theme is so so good

- IS IT THE TWINS?

- WHAT NO NO NO TWO FIGURES LOOK LIKE EDWARD TWILIGHT

- WHAT???

- THERE IS JUST AN ARMY ON EDWARDS

- “He’s gonna turn the city of LA into Edward twilight” OH MY GOD

- “Who do we want to start with?” “Emizel”

- “It was tough out there being a baby mechanic” oh my god

- WEYLIN TWINS TIME!!!!!!!!!

- I LOVE THEMMMMMMM

- Love that they upped security

- :) hi vex

- ??????? A monitor?

- :(((( the twins are just on the monitor? Please!!

- I love them :)

- WHAT THE THINGS ARE FROM JEFFREY?? EMIZEL IS LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?? OH MY GOD VIV AND VEX TRIED SO HARD TO BE SCARY AND IT JUST DIDNT WORK OUT??

- “I’m like a Barbie doll” WHAT???

- PLEASE GET THE WEYLINS ON YOUR SIDE

- “See you soon…emizel” “I know you knew my name” oh my god please

- I LOVE THE WEYLINS!!!!

- I love the banter between them and emizel it’s so fun

- They’re bonding over being twins!!

- EMIZEL???? WHY ARE YOU OFFERING THEM TO EXPERIMENT ON YOU

- ……….he wants them to be in different places for the party oh god emizel

- BUT THE WEYLINS ARE AGREEING I LOVE THIS

- :)))))) god I love the weylins

- Vex you’re so so cool

- I’d willingly let myself be experimented on by him I’m being so real

- Bizly trying to teach Condi how to do the accent is fun

- …magus :(

- “I saw her dirty blonde hair, the same as my mother” hmmm

- Who did magnus staked?

- The music is so good and peaceful

- “See you soon Sam? -Mr bennet” huh???

- Mary?? Oh my god she’s Bloody Mary

- Oh god Mary just fully attacked him

- Oh she’s so cute and fun I love her already

- This is so sad :( Mary

- Condi sounded so defeated when Mary said Edward called it the twilight zone

- ……..Arthur what do you mean you’d be pulled in to be with her

- That convo was so fun

- NO SHILO HE BOTCHED IT

- Oh fuck

- That was so sudden

- Deacon!!

- Love how angry shilo is that deacon lied to him

- And now shilo is being arrested

- BUT DEACONS PUTTING ON A SHOW!!

- Love how both shilo and emizel have the idea to switch spots

- …who just whispered help??

- God emizel is so fucking funny

- TWIN TIMES

- “As long as I don’t see them and think of my younger siblings” Arthur :(

- Let’s go!!! Grizz gets to meet them!

- ARTHUR CAN SET PEOPLE ON FIRE WITH HIS MIND????? EXCUSE ME

- Love how the twins just got kidnapped by breekon and hope

- VEX AND VIV!!!!!!! HI :)!!!!!!

- Charlie just being SO confused by Arthur knocking on the door is SO FUNNY OH MY GOD?

- Nicknames for each other!!

- THEY POSE FOR THEM TO GIVE THEM NICKNAMES THATS SO CUTE

- WIMBLEDON AND WAMBLEDON

- PLEASE THEYRE REACTIONS TO ARTHUR :((

- THEYRE GONNA FIX ARTHUR??

- Love how Grizz is just Giddy about this because me too

- GOD!! Love vex so much

- HES PLAYING THE CLIMB!!!!!!!!! YES!!!

- I love this scene so so much

- It’s so visceral but I love this so much

- Condi is popping off with the voice acting though holy shit

- NO CHARLIES LAUGH WHEN EMIZEL ASKED IF HE WAS MAKIKG CLONES OH GOD

- “It’s more of a live event” “Edward on ice?” “God I wish”

- Vex just sounds so tired and so confused oh my god

- this is so funny oh my god “what is this feeling? Disappointment??”

- THE SAME FUCKING QUESTION FOR HANNAH OR MILEY OH MY GOD

- PLEASE VIV WHAT????

- SHES SO FUNNY

- She’s very very interesting. She’s obviously not happy about working for Edward, hmm

- The music in the background here is amazing and fits the scene perfectly

- I never thought I’d love Arthur and Viv’s friendship that’s starting up

- :( he’s letting her choose how he looks :( that’s actually so sweet

- I like how viv’s work is warm and nice, while vex’s is just brutal, it’s interesting to see their differences in their work

- …..emizel and shilo sound like each other now

- ITS FORTNIGHT?? NO OK YEAH ITS THE TWILIGHT ZONE WAIT ITS THE HUNGER GAMES HUH????? HUH???? OH MY GOD

- SHILO IS GONNA BE IN THE GAME BECAUSE HES NOT RHE VIP ANYMORE

- Oh my god I—goodness

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Caroline Propaganda

"this is a new opinion to me personally. However i do like it. Caroline Bingley was a Mean Girl TM to the Bennets, it is true. but like she was only really wrong about Jane and Elizabeth, and that motivation was jealousy and self interest (towards a socially acceptable goal). Jealousy because they were getting attention from her boys, Charles and Darcy, and self interest because she had a plan to secure Darcy's hand in marriage which did not involve either Jane (or Lizzie) getting married. Yes she was rude in leaving Netherfield and dismissing Jane when she got to London. But none of this actually justifies how much hate is directed towards her by the fandom. She was just trying to do what was expected honestly and she wasn't even the worst offender in the story. That would be Whickham. Even Lady de Bough and Mr. Collins are arguably worse towards the Bennet family than Caroline and Caroline is matching her sister in almost all of these offenses. We forgave Mr. Darcy for his part in convincing Bingley to leave, why not Caroline? it seems like she made her amends. AND Caroline even warned Lizzy about Wickham when not even Darcy, who had kinder feelings towards her and more credibility on the issue at large, did!"

Helene Propaganda

"while already being a character whose narrative purpose was basically to show how much leo tolstoy hates women, the fandom makes it so, so much worse, playing up her supposed "villainy" over that of even what tolstoy writes. constantly i've seen people say that she deserved being threatened and almost killed by her husband because she's? a bitch, i guess? like her husband literally throws a marble slab at her and yells "i'll kill you!" at her and tolstoy implies that if hélène hadn't run away he literally would have and i've seen people say that they wish he had solely because their marriage made him unhappy, when the marriage wasn't her choice either. later on in the book, she aids her brother, anatole, in an attempt to elope with the female protag and i've seen people say that hélène was Worse than anatole, the one trying to elope w/ an engaged girl solely because he wanted to sleep with her, because hélène should have "known better" while anatole was just a stupid guy... do they not see how fucked it is to excuse a man's direct actions and blame it on a woman for not stopping him? any defense of her character is constantly met with people saying that she's one-dimensional and not worth defending because she's meant to be an antagonist — without looking at the fact that she's written that way because she represents what Tolstoy, a misogynistic old man, hates in women. with literally the slightest shred of context it's obvious that she is not the villain tolstoy makes her out to be. how a fandom in 2023 shares the same beliefs abt women that a man in the 1860s does is completely baffling"

[shadowqueenjude]

Hello~ I hope you're having a wonderful day! ^^

I absolutely loved reading your thoughts on my last question. Your responses always make me smile! It's not just that I agree and relate to them, but it's also so much fun talking with someone who loves and appreciates Elain and Lucien as much as I do <3

Let's keep the fun going with another question ^^

What AU couple(s) do you think has the most Elucien vibes?

Also, what are some of your favorite fictional couples besides Elucien (they don’t have to be limited to books)?

- Your Secret Santa 💗🦊

AHHHHHH HI SECRET SANTA

Sorry for answering late, I took a looong nap haha.

I’m not sure what you’re asking for on the first one, so I hope this is what you were looking for!

Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde are SOOOOO elucien coded. Nick being sly as hell (and a literal fox??) and teasing Judy and Judy being prim and proper yet matching him for every stroke!

I shared this video here some time ago, but this is literally Elucien!

Rapunzel and Flynn Rider are SOOOOOO elucien coded! I headcanon Elain as a healer, and Rapunzel can heal. people. with. her. HAIR??? And Flynn being this snarky, smooth talker who’s rendered completely awkward around Rapunzel??? Magnificent. Flynn showing Rapunzel the lanterns 🤝 Lucien showing Elain the tulips

Lastly, Finnick and Annie are so Elucien coded! Imagining Elucien in the Hunger Games, I imagine it would’ve gone something like that! Elain is more resourceful than people realize, so she could’ve won just like Annie, but it would hurt her. It robbed her of her light. She becomes close to the Elain at the beginning of ACOWAR. Meanwhile Lucien being so fucking hot that it’s literally pointed out by everyone but he’s in love with only one person. And Finnick and Lulu are both SA victims 😢

As for my favorite ships…

I recently got into Star Wars and when I tell you I have the biggest Anidala (Anakin and Padme) obsession 😩they’re actually happily married and living with their twin children your honor.

I love the Bridgerton TV show, but of course my favorite couple is Kanthony (Kate and Anthony)🥰. Ugh, their RAW chemistry on screen…you forget that Jonathan Bailey is actually gay😂

(also a bonus but Kanthony is regency Neris coded)

I loooooove Snowbaird! If I had a nickel for every time my blonde hair blue eyed blorbos fumbled a baddie and became a genocidal dictator, I’d have two nickels, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

My bio says Jurdan (Jude and Cardan), but Ima be real I’m not a huuuge fan of the ship because of how Cardan treats her in the beginning… I’m more just a Jude fan haha.

Elide and Lorcan from Throne of Glass has my whole heart! My favorite SJM couple that is confirmed endgame! Ruhn and Lidia from Crescent City is amazing too!

My first ever OTP was Percabeth (Percy and Annabeth) from Percy Jackson and they will always hold a special place in my heart even if they’re not my CURRENT obsession.

Maxon and America from The Selection is pretty great too!

And of course, I’m a P&P addict, so Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy has to be on here😍

A super niche one, but Queen Katharine and Pietyr Renard from the Three Dark Crowns series is so beautiful too!

[maxineswritingcenter]

ClusterFluff - Viking Vs Viking

Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader x Eric Northman

So @insertsomethingsillyhereple-blog  requested something super interesting! Basically, a "Ultimate Vampire Media Showdown".

So I'm creating a new series for these types of requests called Clusterfluff (because I love puns and yall are gonna have to deal with it). Little drabbles with how I imagine the situation would go. In this case, they requested volturi Kidnapping, magic, and sibling rivalry vibes. I love it.

Please enjoy!

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- Seeing two vampires in a face down was usually pretty terrifying. But seeing two 1,000+ year old vampires facing each other down? 

-Things were not going to end well. 

- Eric, the 1,070 year old vampire at a whopping 6′4 stared down at the hybrid with an amused smile. Klaus, around 1,034 years old and 5′11 had never met someone truly his match. 

- “This is the one who’s got everyone in that tiny town so scared?” Eric tutted with a patronizing tone that made Klaus want to stick a stake through the heart of another blond vampire who got in his way. 

- “That town fears me, as does every vampire. They fear what I can do, that I could hold their lives in my hands.” Klaus barked back. 

“Right...” Eric looked back to his original errand, saving (Y/N) from a group of Italian pricks who looked like they just came back from the Renaissance festival. 

- For Klaus and Eric, vampires with abilities were unheard of or extremely rare. And unfortunately, they were face to face with several of them. According to intel from the Bennet witch, Aro surrounded himself with vampires who had special talents. Marcus, who could seem links between others and spot out the leader. The wide eyed Jane, who could make someone feel pain with just a glance, and her twin brother, Alec, who had a thick smoke that would numb the senses. Then there was Aro himself, who could know anyone’s thoughts from a touch. 

- It would be tricky, but not impossible. 

“Ahhh,” Aro’s voice carried through the marble halls of the Volturi chambers, “Mr. Northman and Mr. Mikaels-” 

-”Enough out of you.” Eric cut Aro off before he continued, looking at (Y/N) who was held in Felix’s tight grip. “You alright?” The newcomer disrespecting Aro had the entire Volturi whispering. The two vampires who came for this woman were older then them all, even Aro himself, they had over three hundred years on him. The Volturi had made it a point to... nullify any older vampires, these two must have slipped through the cracks. 

- (Y/N), more stressed that Klaus and Eric independently took it upon themselves to save her, rolled her eyes and nodded. Sure, these frozen prices had gotten the drop on her, but her being "inprisoned" was more just her curious about all the new vampires she was seeing.

- When Klaus had first discovered (Y/N), he referred to her as a heretic; a vampire who could control magic. Eric had posited that she had fairy ancestry and would taste delicious were she human. Whatever that meant. 

-“Oh this is getting ridiculous. Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum.” The vampires around her, including her “knights in shining armour” were making their way to the ground, holding their heads in agony. 

-(Y/N) simply grabbed the vikings by the arm and leg, dragging them towards the exit.

- “This will not be the last we see you!” Aro called over the sound of small fractures in his body breaking over and over, “You will never rest!” 

“I’m in the crossfires of two massive vikings, I never rest anyway.”

-Getting back to Mystic Falls was the challenge, and that’s coming from someone who was just kidnapped. 

-“Clearly, your security is lacking and those pompous Italian fucks will be back for all of us, so let’s go." Eric turned his back on Klaus, expecting (Y/N) to follow.

- Klaus scoffed, "My security? I could have the strongest witches this side of the bloody ground and beyond to cast a protection spell to keep anyone and everyone out of my compound." He pointed towards the other, "You have what? A pathetic excuse for a swat team with bullets that did nothing but ricochet off of those walking popsicles."

- Yeah, that was basically what had happened.

- With blinding speed, Eric was back in front of Klaus who held his ground like a mountain in a storm.

- Eric was a man used to combat, he was mortally wounded in the midst of fighting. He was a battle hardened warrior, fighting for justice for his family. He was hunched over. His chest puffed out. Fangs bared. Intimidation was his strong suit.

- Klaus, quite the opposite. While he was taught how to fight by his father, their village had never been under threat by an opposing kingdom. Klaus, at his core, under the years of anger and resentment, guilt, was an artist. He was kind, fell in love too easily and it was usually with the wrong person.

- Regardless of both of those things, they were still acting like the world's tallest children fighting over the shiny new toy.

- So

- Let them have their little skwabble. Rumor told of a sleepy little town in Washington that would a wonderful place to settle for a time.

-It wasn't until Eric broke their staring match that he saw (Y/N) gone.

- "(Y/N)?"

- "Where did she go?"

- "Do I look like I know?"

- "You don't look like you know much of anything."

- "Jesus fuck, do you ever stop?" Eric narrowed his eyes.

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[luckydragon10]

P&P Chapters 39 and 40

(Chapters 37 and 38)

First the score check, as usual:

Lizzy got nicked down to +15.

On the opposite end, Darcy is still at -15.

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Chapter 39

Lydia: “Look here, I have bought this bonnet. I do not think it is very pretty; but I thought I might as well buy it as not."

Someone come take this child's money away, please.

I'll just say, it's a good thing I'm not keeping a score for Lydia. I think in just a few paragraphs I'd have sunk her down to -50.

Lydia: "We dressed up Chamberlayne in woman’s clothes on purpose to pass for a lady, only think what fun!"

No one told me there was cross-dressing in this book. That's a very nice addition.

Mr. Bennet: “I am glad you are come back, Lizzy.”

He missed having anyone remotely sensible to talk to in his household. (Aaand where's Jane's welcome back? She was gone even longer.)

To this Mary very gravely replied, “Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures! They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me—I should infinitely prefer a book.”

For once I'm in agreement with Marytron 2000. (Does she serve any narrative purpose whatsoever?)

And meanwhile there's a plot for a family vacation.

Basically a "connecting thread" chapter, imo. Not much meat to snack on aside from the ill-gotten charcuterie board.

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Chapter 40

She then spoke of the letter, repeating the whole of its contents as far as they concerned George Wickham. What a stroke was this for poor Jane! who would willingly have gone through the world without believing that so much wickedness existed in the whole race of mankind, as was here collected in one individual.

Okay, okay. I get it. She's the sweet and innocent one. I GET IT.

Lizzy: “And yet I meant to be uncommonly clever in taking so decided a dislike to him, without any reason. It is such a spur to one’s genius, such an opening for wit, to have a dislike of that kind. One may be continually abusive without saying anything just; but one cannot always be laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.”

See, see, tying herself up in knots over her own cleverness, and then tripping over them. She's taken her habit of managing her father through her wit and tried to apply it everywhere in her life, and it just doesn't always work that way.

Lizzy: "On the contrary, every particular relative to his sister was meant to be kept as much as possible to myself;"

Excuse you. Not "as much as possible." ENTIRELY to yourself.

Mrs. Bennet: "Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken heart; and then he will be sorry for what he has done.”

What the ever loving fuck.

The more I read this, the more I think both of the parents are supposed to be complete caricatures.

(Chapters 41 and 42)

[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

May 24th, which is basically like that looping gif of Elizabeth Bennet blowing Mr. Darcy out of the sky for proposing like a dick.

Like, these three dudes are close friends?  And I guess at least coordinated to the point where they wouldn’t all show up at once like the Three Stooges and get stuck in the door?

Bachelor #1: Dr. John Seward, the lunatic-asylum man, with the strong jaw and the good forehead.  Gives a persuasive argument about how great his life would be if she marries him, almost sits on his hat, makes her want to stab him with his own lancet.

Bachelor #2: Mr. Quincey P. Morris, an American from Texas.  Talks nonsense, at least gets her to kiss him instead of almost getting stuck with a needle.

Sidebar: “I sympathise with poor Desdemona when she had such a dangerous stream poured in her ear, even by a black man. I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.” B Stokes, my dude, what the Victorian fuck.

“I guess if you wait till you find a man that is you will go join them seven young women with the lamps when you quit”

I have no idea what the hell this is even trying to say.  Most people seem to be taking it as a reference to the parable of the ten chicks in the wedding party, but that is the wrong number of chicks and also half were good to go and half got left outside the party, so I have some questions there.

Bachelor #3: I needn't tell you of number Three, need I?

Lucy’s just like, oh if only I could marry however many men wanted me, that would be the dream.  Heresy, yes, but also the dream.  Mina, you get where I’m coming from with this, right?  About wanting to marry just anybody?  And how great it would be?

[winterrose527]

Jon and Robb trying to get a drunk Sansa and Myrcella home

K I didn't write this today, but wrote it like years ago and never posted it I don't think? Maybe I did, but nevertheless, enjoy!

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“This doesn’t make any sense,” Jon said for the seventeenth time since they’d gotten into the taxi. “What did she say exactly?”

Robb sighed and tried to recount the conversation. It was a little tricky to follow what Sansa was saying, she’d definitely had too much to drink.

“She said that they got in a fight and that Ella left her,” Robb told him.

“But they don’t fight,” Jon argued vehemently.

Seriously, it was as though someone had told him that the earth, after all this time, was indeed flat. Like somebody told him the sky was actually red. He said it like he needed a damn Vicodin due the prospect of Sansa Stark and Myrcella Baratheon arguing.

In Jon’s defense, it did seem a little strange. The two had been inseparable since boarding school, and to Robb’s knowledge had never actually had an argument. There was that one incident on Ella’s last birthday when they both got really drunk and started arguing about who loved the other more - it got really emotional, a few other people started crying as well. Not him, of course, it was just really smoky in there.

The point was that it really didn’t make any sense. Even if Sansa and Ella did have their first fight as the most iconic non-couple-couple, Ella would never leave Sansa at a bar. Especially when she’d been drinking. But on the off chance something calamitous had actually happened, he wasn’t going to not go.

And if something calamitous hadn’t happened, he and Jon were happy for the excuse to seek them out.

The taxi pulled up in front of the pub Sansa had called from. The girls loved this place because they deemed the bartender swoon worthy and he obviously loved them because he always gave them free drinks.

They walked in and immediately started scanning the bar for his sister and Ella. The place was packed, but Robb just looked for where Daario was stationed and sure enough he saw Sansa’s auburn hair.

He tapped Jon on the chest and pointed and they made their way through. Sansa was facing away from them so he called to her. It really was too loud in here though and she looked like she was hanging on whatever it was that Daario was saying.

When he finally got to her, he was, well, not all that surprised to see Ella Baratheon sitting on the barstool next to her.

“Robb?,” she asked in that moneyed voice of hers.

Her cheeks were a little flushed but that could just be the alcohol. She was wearing a black and gold dress that was fitted through the waist and then flared out, her slender legs covered in black tights. Her hair was up and it revealed that little freckle on her swanlike neck and - fuck.

“Hey El,” he cleared his throat, “Sansa what the hell?”

“You’re a poet and you didn’t even know it but I doooooo,” Sansa giggled. “Quick make something up about Ella’s eyes.”

“Huh?,” he wondered.

“Just a little ditty,” Sansa promised, as though it was nothing really, “Come now, Robbert don’t be stingy with your gifts. I really think that you should - oh hello Jon.”

“H-hey Sansa…,” Jon breathed out.

For fuck’s sake. He was going to need a drink to get through this. He gestured to the bartender who ignored him.

Ella bit her lip to hide her smile, “Hey Daario?”

“Yeah darlin’?,” Daario asked immediately, leaning his forearms on the bar.

“Could we please have two Wight Gold Labels neat whenever you get a chance?,” she asked.

Daario glared at him which Robb felt wasn’t entirely called for and nodded, “Sure thing. And how about another martini, on me?”

Ella blushed and nodded, “Thanks.”

Jon muttered something about that being a terrible business model and Robb fought the urge to grin.

“So,” Ella asked, “Why are you guys here? You hate this place.”

“Sansa,” Robb noted, “Care to field this one?”

Sansa looked over at him and furrowed her brow, “Robb? When did you get here?”

They all turned to look at her in horror. Oh no. He had only seen that vacant look in her eyes once, the night of her college graduation.

“Daario cancel those please!,” Ella called, sliding off her bar stool and she took Sansa’s face gently between her hands. “Sansa, sweetie, did you take some shots without me?”

“I would never!,” Sansa argued vehemently taking Ella’s cheeks in her own, “Where I drinketh you drinketh babygirl. I only had like two tequilas and then some green thing.”

“Did that green thing taste like licorice?,” Jon asked.

Sansa turned and all but fluttered her eyelashes at him, “You’re so smart. Did you know that?,” and then as though she realised she had Ella’s face still in her hands turned back to her and said, “You’re smarter though. And you’re so pretty. You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world, I’m so lucky we’re friends.”

“Trust me, I’m the lucky one,” Ella told her sweetly, “But now we have to go.”

“But Robb and Jon just got here!,” Sansa protested, then turned to look at him with watery eyes, “You came for me.”

Absinthe always made Sansa particularly grateful for everyone in her life. As far as drunks went it was one of the cutest he’d ever seen. And as a devoted big brother, who had had a couple of drinks himself, he was a complete sucker for it.

“Of course I did,” he told her, “I’d always come for you, you know that.”

“Keep it together Robb,” Jon told him.

“What?,” Robb asked then nodded, his cheeks warming, “Right yeah no um… Sansa you called me and told me that you and Ella got in a fight and she left you.”

“I would never do that,” Ella argued.

“But you did! Remember?”

“N-Sansa that was not an argument! I just told you that I liked Mr. Bingley more than Mr. Darcy and then went outside to take a phone call…”

“You were gone for a really long time.”

Ella picked up her phone and showed them all the call. It was with her brother Gendry and it lasted for… 2 minutes and 45 seconds.

“Sansa,” he chuckled.

“Look Robb maybe you just don’t understand the importance that Pride & Prejudice has had for GENERATIONS of women,” she noted.

“Well considering you made me read it I think I do fully understand,” he argued.

“Yeah,” Jon piped up, who had also been bullied into it, “I mean… I’m with you though Sansa. Mr. Darcy all the way.”

“Really?,” Sansa asked excitedly.

Jon nodded, “But um, I’m really just a sucker for Elizabeth…”

Sansa blushed. Jon might not know it but Sansa had always identified with Elizabeth Bennett. Though from the way he was blushing too, maybe he did. Especially considering Jon was exactly as brooding and aloof as Mr. Darcy.

“Sansa,” Ella said gently, “I think we should go.”

Sansa looked back at her, “Okay Jane.”

Ella giggled, “Sansa!”

“But you’re the prettiest girl in the county!,” Sansa cooed at her. “Tell her - tell her she’s the prettiest girl in the whoooooole country.”

“I thought it was county,” Ella protested.

“Dream big, baby!,” Sansa said and Ella giggled. “Robb tell her.”

“Sansa,” he sighed.

“Useless,” Sansa rolled her eyes and then turned to Jon, “You tell her.”

Jon nodded, “Top Two at least, in the whole world.”

“Top Two?,” Sansa raged, “Top TWO!? Take it back.”

“No,” Jon said.

Sansa took Ella’s chin in her hand and tugged it forward, not exactly gently, “Look at her.”

“Ow.”

“She’s the prettiest girl in the world, okay Dovey?,” he asked, both to appease Sansa and because he’d never get another organic opportunity to say it.

Sansa nodded brightly and Ella took the opportunity to ease her off of her bar stool. Unfortunately Sansa was in heels and landed on them wrong and fell directly into the arms of Jon Snow.

“Woooah, there,” Jon said softly, his arm wrapping around Sansa’s waist.

He chuckled lightly at her and brushed some hair out of her face.

“I’m sorry, Jon,” Sansa said sadly.

“You just had a bit too much fun, that’s all. Nothing to apologise for. Did you have a coat?”

“Here you go,” Ella said, handing it to him.

Jon wrapped her coat around her shoulders and Sansa pushed her arms through the sleeves.

“Can you walk?,” he asked her, his hands on her waist keeping her upright.

“If I say yes will you still hold onto me?,” Sansa asked flirtatiously, her hands on his shoulders.

Robb grimaced and looked away. He was alright with it, the two of them, but he wasn’t sure he needed to see it. He looked over at Ella who was pulling on her own coat trying to hide her grin.

“Course I will,” Jon said gruffly and started leading her out.

“You have everything?,” he asked Ella.

She nodded and he gestured for her to walk in front of him. It was a mistake. With Jon leading Sansa out everyone gave them a wide berth, but the bar was crowded and guys kept getting in Ella’s way to hit on her.

Finally he sighed and placed his hand on the small of her back, “Hope you don’t mind, but at this rate it could take hours getting out of here. Prettiest girl in the county and all.”

She looked up at him and chuckled, “I don’t mind.”

Her eyes smiled into his and he felt that warm molasses spread through his veins like he always did when she was nearby.

Sansa had it right when he called her Jane Bennet. On top of being beautiful and blonde, Ella was sweet, the sweetest person he’d ever met, and charming and loyal.

He’d always had a crush on Jane Bennett.

They stepped out into the cool fall air.

“We’ll never get a taxi here,” Ella said, “We should walk around to the Kingsroad.”

“Alright then,” Jon said and swooped Sansa up into his arms.

She giggled and cooed, “Jon Snowwwww what are you doing??”

“There’s no way you were making it to the Kingsroad.”

Sansa wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder, “Once more ‘round the park, Chauncy.”

Ella giggled and started leading the way so he fell into step beside her.

“Sorry we ruined your night,” she sighed, “I had no idea Sansa would call you. If you guys just put us in a taxi I’ll get her home and into bed.”

The girls shared a flat in the same cozy little hamlet across town where he and Jon lived. His father had only approved of it due to the proximity to his and Jon’s places, it was dead in between them, three blocks on either side.

“You could never ruin my night, you know that,” he said. At least… he hoped she knew that. “Don’t you?”

She looked up at him and he didn’t think he imagined her blush. But she playfully nudged her arm against his and said, “I know you’re too kind to tell me if we had.”

They walked in silence for a few minutes more. Jon had passed them, and Sansa was stroking his hair as he carried her up to the main street. He couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but he heard their quiet tones and hushed laughter, like everything between them was a wonderful secret.

“So Mr. Bingley, huh?,” he asked Ella.

“Does that surprise you?,” she wondered, “I’m not one much for broods. Except Jon.”

“No it’s just that… he reminds me of Grey Wind,” Robb shrugged, “He’s a dopey labrador.”

“Take that back,” Ella chided, “Grey Wind is not dopey.”

Robb chuckled and nodded in apology.

“And neither is Charles,” Ella went on.

“Charles?,” he teased, “You’re on a first name basis now?”

She giggled his favorite giggle. The surprised one, as though the laughter couldn’t help bubble out of her before she’d allowed it to.

“Oh things are very serious between us,” she joked, “But really I guess I’m just a fool for a fool in lo—ohhoww.”

Out of nowhere Ella had stumbled, and he was nearly bent over completely as he narrowly caught her from smacking onto the road.

“By the gods,” he said, pulling her back up, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Ella nodded and then her face fell, “No.”

He didn’t dare let go, and in truth he had no desire to. “Did you have too much absinthe too?,” he teased, trying to get her to smile.

She shook her head, “No it’s just these damn heels Sansa made me wear.”

He looked down and was surprised she hadn’t fallen earlier. The heels were as slim as needles, which was really sexy but definitely not appropriate for the cobblestone they found themselves on.

“Do you think you sprained it?,” he asked in concern.

“No I don’t think so,” she said holding onto him and trying to put her weight on it, “I think I’ll be okay.”

“Think, hmm?,” he asked, because he still hadn’t gotten her smile. He scooped her up into his arms, “Not good enough.”

She let out a giggle now, “Robb!”

“Those heels are more of a weapon than they are actual footwear,” he reasoned, trying not to think about how good she felt.

“I’m too heavy,” she said stupidly.

“Ha! You’re cute,” he guffawed as he started walking. She really did feel weightless in his arms, the warmth she was transferring to his body was the only confirmation that she was actually there. “I could carry you all the way back to your apartment.”

“You’re good at it, you know,” she told him.

“At what?,” he wondered. It didn’t take a particular set of skills to hold her and walk.

“The whole Knight in Shining Armour thing,” she explained. “It suits you, always has.”

“Well you’re welcome to my services anytime,” he told her then added, “Though you’ve never struck me as the kind of girl that needed saving.”

“Really?,” she grinned, “That’s so sweet. And present reality excluded, I’m not. It’s nice to know though, that if I ever did that well, that maybe -“

“Not maybe,” he told her in a serious tone. Holding her was so intimate, that he immediately understood the soft way Jon and Sansa were speaking. It felt like they were in their own little bubble, and for whatever reason it demanded honesty. “You have to know that.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders, propping herself up and she nodded. She let her forehead fall against his temple, “I do. Promise.”

He tightened his grip on her and fought the urge to nuzzle against her. Her arms went around his neck though and she laid her cheek on his shoulder.

“How’s that ankle?,” he asked her.

“Hmm?,” she asked dreamily, and then giggled, “Oh, oh it’s fine. You can put me down if you want.”

“We shouldn’t risk it,” he said stupidly and he could swear he felt her smile against him.

She wrapped her arms around him tighter and he felt her cold nose against his neck. He rubbed her arm because the coat she was wearing wasn’t nearly warm enough for the evening.

All of a sudden she started giggling, it tickled his neck.

“What’s so funny?,” he wondered.

“Does your mom still do your laundry?,” she asked.

He blushed and argued, “No! No of course not.”

Which was the truth. Except when he went home to Winterfell. But it wasn’t like he asked her to.

“Why do you ask?,” he wondered.

“You smell like the laundry detergent she uses,” she explained.

“Oh! Sorry,” he said.

She lifted her head off of him and smiled, “Don’t be sorry. You smell nice. Like home.”

Her eyes went wide like she couldn’t quite believe she had said that, and he certainly couldn’t believe that she’d said it either.

He didn’t know what to say. A thousand different possibilities raced through his mind. He could tell her that he liked the way she smelled too. Or that he loved that she associated Winterfell with home. He could tell her he wanted to make love to her on a pile of clean laundry. All of it would have been true, but he didn’t say any of it.

Instead he just stared at her, and she stared back.

The air got really thick around them and the edges of his vision took on a kind of shimmery quality and her green eyes were locked on his, her soft pink lips parted in an o of surprise.

He started leaning closer and he was pretty sure that she did too.

“Robby we got a taxi!,” Sansa called delightedly and he and Ella sprung apart as far as they were able considering that he was still holding her.

“We should um go,” he said.

“Yeah…we should,” Ella agreed. Then prompted, “But only one of us can walk right now so…”

“Oh! Oh right,” he nodded and started speed walking over to the taxi.

He deposited her into the backseat next to Sansa and then followed her in.

“Where to?,” the driver asked.

“Winterfell!,” Sansa cried.

“Dovey no,” Robb argued, “It’s the middle of the night and it’s a half hour outside the city…”

“Come on, Robb, they’ll be so happy to see us! Dad will make us pancakes in the morning and we can spend the rest of the weekend out there with the kids,” Sansa pleaded.

Jon turned around from the front seat, “It does sound kind of nice…,” though he was pretty sure Jon would have agreed to anything Sansa wanted in that moment, “And Rickon wanted us to look over that history essay anyway.”

He looked at Ella who very pointedly did not look at him, a small smile threatening her lips.

“Alright,” he sighed, “Let’s go home.”

[raccooninthedaytime]

alright bestie pls share more thoughts you have about a p&p miniseries/remake

Oh boy oh boy ok

Its filmed mockumentary style. Handheld shots and camera side eyes and all of that. I havent sold myself on confessionals yet t but im 90% there. This is the biggest and hopefully only anachronism in the show

its still regency. So costumes are historically accurate. The stylistic choice is that they are very Extreme in their own right (think emma). Its camp

Like lady cathrine debourgh is all lavish frills and bells and whistles, so much so you can barely figure out where She ends and her clothing starts. Mrs. bennet is similar but since she’s poor she does it to a lesser extent and with cheaper looking fabric. You get it

Mr collins is always inexplicably greasy. Maybe he grows subtly moreso during the corse of the series.

Speaking of collins: He is never in a shot purposely. The shots are framed around everyone and anyone else, and if he has some reason to be in the scene, he will make his way in there. This is because the cameraman is actively trying to cut him out of the shots.

This idea stemmed from me thinking how funny it would be if every time he interrupted a conversation with something about his sponsor, he’d pop his greasy head in the frame completely unannounced, saying “now this reminds me of the honorable lady catherine—“

Similarly, the framing of shots with darcy are like, hes always there. Lurking. And he is visibly uncomfortable. You get the sense he’s trying to hide from the camera, but it KEEPS finding him and he hates it.

Lizzie side eyes that camera SOOOOOO much. She is constantly doing it.

OH MAYBE THE CAMERA IS REPRESENTING HER VIEW OF PEOPLE. LIKE WE’RE IN HER MIND SHES BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL FOR US. oh thats splendid. Yes. Like fleabag

Bingley and Jane are sweet perfect angels. I have changed nothing about their characters from the book. Both of their actors play this extremely straight like its a plain romance and not a farce

of course, as mentioned before, Bingley gets to punch darcy after finding out darcy hid jane from him, then with that all out of his system he immediately asks for darcy’s blessing. This is because darcy deserves it and Bingley deserves to do it <3

At wickham and lydia’s wedding, wickham has a busted lip or broken nose or something. Darcy has busted knuckles. No one mentions this. This is also because wickham deserves it.

Lizzie gets to say “but she’s a CHILD” at least once after hearing rhe news of lydia, because holy shit why doesnt this worry more people she’s literally a child.

This:

Lizzie, on the grounds of pemberly, warily: and you’re sure the family is away?

Housekeeper: yes, for another week.

*smashcut to darcy just swimming around in pemberly’s fucking lake.*

(We here at raccooninthedaytime.tumblr.com do not think that this entire scene got the attention it deserves because it is hands down the funniest scene in p&p and will be a whole episode in itself.)

Lizzie talking to charlotte lucas immediately after collins’ proposal, smashcut to charlotte walking out of there with him on her arm.

Every interaction between darcy and lizzie pre-pemberly episode is the most excruciatingly awkward conversation. Lizzie is trying so hard to make it bearable and darcy.exe has stopped working

There’s probably more to come but these are my initial thoughts i just think it would be fun

[happy-whumper]

Sold

This chapter literally cost me my last nerve and while I am still not happy with it, I have decided that I also cannot deal with it any longer so I'm posting it now anyways xD it is still not super whumpy, but I promise that'll change in the next chapter!!!!! CW: dehumanisation, swearing, some more auction whump; if i forgot anything please let me know!!

The first few minutes were rather uneventful, the bids weren’t too high yet, some people were still unsure how interested they actually were and wanted to just keep their options open. Nicolas went with that for a while, but he was sure he wanted to have them. So after the offer of 650.000$ for Rain, he spoke up. “1.4 Million for all three.”. The room fell silent and he could feel peoples gazes turning to him. He didn’t mind it, he was used to being the center of attention. The auctioneer seemed pleased with that. “1.4 Million, anyone bidding more?”. There was a moment of silence and just as Nicolas thought that was it, another person spoke up. “1.5 Million.”. It seemed to have come from a table not too far from his, but he didn’t bother to turn his head to see who the other bidder was. Whoever they were, he would beat them. Once he had his mind set to something, he could be quite determined. The auctioneer's eyes lit up and Nick noticed that the pets on the stage started to look uneasy. Which was somewhat reasonable, given that someone was offering over a million dollars to buy them. “1.7”, his voice was calm, knowing full well he could keep going like that for a while. There was a whispering discussion breaking out at the other bidders table, agitated voices seemingly discussing something. They seemed to have come to a conclusion, because another offer was put out. “1.9 Millions dollars.”. A murmur went through the crowd. That was a lot of money to pay for three pets. But Nicolas didn’t let that stop him. He simply smiled, raising his glass to his lips before saying, “2 Million.”. He took a sip, watching the reaction of the people. The auctioneer paused for a moment, giving the other bidder a chance to up their offer. “ 2 Million dollars for the three pets…”, when there still weren’t any further offers, he hit the hammer on the podest. “Sold to Mr. Bennet!”. Some people clapped, some confused, some impressed. Most a mix of both. The curtain closed again and Ethan patted him on the shoulder. “Not bad man!”. “What can I say, you were right. Those are some interesting candidates.”. “Sure are!”. He leaned to the side, looking over his shoulder, trying to catch a glance at the other table who had been bidding on the three pets as well. He frowned, leaning back and looking towards Nick. “I didn’t know your sister was back in the business?”. Now it was his turn to frown, “What?”. He turned his head and there was, standing at the table with some other people he didn’t recognise. She had dyed her hair light pink and was wearing a simple and yet elegant black dress to fit into the scene. “Excuse me for a moment.” Ethan nodded. “Of course, hey I’ll go make sure they get your pets ready, while you take care of that!”. “Thank you.”, he gave him a last, genuine smile, before turning around, making his way over to his sisters table. “Hello Clarissa. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

She hadn’t seen him coming so when he spoke, she flinched, spinning around. “Nick, hey...Yeah I uhm…”, she looked to her friends, but they looked just as confused as her. “I’m just here for research purposes.”. He smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m sure. Though i have to ask, since when does research include bidding almost 2 Million dollars on pets?”. Her hands started fidgeting and her eyes kept darting around the room, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah uh...Listen it was really nice to catch up and all, but we really need to go now.”. “That’s a real shame, we should really meet again sometime!”, his voice sounded honest and for most people around it would have sounded genuine. But his sister knew better than that. “Oh one more thing…”, he leaned forward, lowering his voice to not risk being overheard, “I know about your little...rescue group. I know that that’s why you’re really here. Trying to save those pets, it’s pathetic, really. I would have expected more from you.” Clarissa took a step back, straightening her back and finally looking him in the eyes now. “Just good that I have stopped caring about your opinion a long time ago.”

As soon as the curtains closed, the guards appeared again. “Damn, I can’t believe someone would pay this much money for some stupid pets”, the guard looked at them with a sceptical expression. “I can’t believe that you think anyone cares about what you have to say to that…”, the girl, Olivia, mumbled more to herself but still loud enough for Rain to hear her. Unfortunately, the guard had heard it too, stepping over to her and grabbing her by the hair, pulling her head back. That caused a pained hiss from her and she glared at the man. “What did you just say?”, his voice wasn’t particularly loud, but his anger was still coming through. She was clearly not impressed though, looking him directly in the eyes, “I said that no one cares about your opinion, dickhead.”. His face turned into an angry grimace. “Listen here you little-”, before he could finish his sentence, she interrupted him, a way too confident grin on her face, “What, you’re going to threaten me? Oh please, do tell me all the awful things you want to do, we both know that you won’t do it anyway. So please, save both of us the time.” He shot her a last angry glance, before letting go of her hair again. Rain let out a breath, he had been watching the whole situation anxiously, scared of what might happen. Talking like that to a guard in the Academy would have gotten him punished easily....

Just as it seemed that the guard was just going to let it be, taking a step back, he seemed to change his mind, kicking Olivia hard in the stomach. She leaned over, groaning in pain and making a pained grimace. “Fucking asshole!”. Her tone was still angry but her breathing was ragged and the slight shaking in her voice did not help either. The man seemed satisfied though, removing the cuffs around her ankles and pulling her up by her arm. The other two guards, who had only been watching so far, now did the same with the other two. They were more or less dragged out of the room, causing Rain to stumble and almost fall, which brought him a harsh pull on his already bruised arm, causing him to let out a small cry. “Can’t you be a bit more careful? Geez he’s already terrified, no need to be such a dick.”, Rain turned his head in surprise,this was the first time the other boy, who had been introduced as Theodor, had said anything. His voice was calm but had a slight annoyance to it. The guard just rolled his eyes and pushed the blue haired boy forward again. A few minutes later, they got to a new room, again it was completely different from the ones he had seen before. It was mostly empty, there were some beds standing against the wall, separated by curtains. Each of them got brought to one of the beds and immediately a cuff was closed around his ankle, securing him to the bed to make sure there was no escape. With that, the guards left, locking the door behind them. For a moment they just sat there in complete silence. And as they sat there, the reality of their situation came crashing down on Rain. Someone had just bought him, like he was nothing more than an object. A complete stranger just...owned him now. His breathing started to get faster again, his heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest and his body started shaking. What was he going to do with him? Where would he go? Why were they in this room? The room started to spin again, the tears in his eyes blurring his vision. Before he could stop it, a ragged sob escaped his lips and he could feel his face getting wet with hot tears. Once it started, he felt like he just couldn’t stop crying, helpless sobs and gasps the only sounds coming from him. He was scared, hurt and just wanted to go home. He wanted to be safe again, not at this strange place, no idea what was about to happen. Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch and rapidly turning his head. The hand had belonged to Theodor, who was looking at him with a worried expression. “Hey, look at me. You need to calm down, can you take a deep breath for me?”, Rain stared at him with big eyes before slowly nodding and doing as he was told. “Very good!”, he gave him a reassuring smile, that immediately made him feel a bit calmer, “Now just keep doing that okay? Nice deep breaths.” Rain nodded again and continued to focus on his breathing, eventually calming down enough to return to his normal breathing. Theodor took his hand away and for a moment he felt sad, the skin where his hand had been felt cold and sad now. His cheeks turned red and he looked at the floor, embarrassed about the outbreak. “Th-thank you…”. “No problem.”, his voice was warm and calm, something about it made Rain feel a bit saver. He was still absolutely terrified of course but...something about Theo made him feel like it would all be okay eventually. For the next few minutes none of them said anything, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Rain shivered slightly, although he wasn’t sure if it was from the low temperature in the room or something else. But before he could question that more, a man in a white coat entered the room. He was holding a clipboard and was wearing a pair of thick black glasses. His hair was dark brown, although there were streaks of grey visible. Immediately Rain's hands began to twitch again. “Well, hello there!”, he smiled at them, it was friendly and he immediately wanted to smile back. The other two looked at him with a mixture of suspicion and annoyance. “Now, I’m just here to

make sure you’re all healthy and ready to go, I promise it won’t hurt!”. Olivia just scoffed, rolling her eyes. The man just pretended as if he hadn’t seen that, still smiling. “So, who wants to start?”. No one answered. After about a minute of uncomfortable silence, he sighed and turned towards Theo. “Okay, then I’ll just start with you.” He called someone and one of the men from before stepped in. The man in the white coat nodded towards Theo, who was then led through a door in another room. Rain looked after them for a moment, worried what they were going to do. Olivia seemed to have noticed his worry and confusion, “Don’t worry, the Doctor’s probably just going to do some tests and sign some paper saying that everything is okay. It’s no big deal.” She groaned and put one leg, the one that wasn’t secured to the bed, up resting her chin on it. “How...How do you know all that?”, Rain tilted his head in curiosity. She smiled slightly, though it wasn’t a happy one. There was something bitter about it. “I’m not doing this for the first time. It’s always the same procedure, you get used to it. Well. If you get sent back as often as I do at least.”, she let out a short laugh, but again there was no humour in it. Rain nodded slowly, not fully understanding what she meant but he also didn’t want to bother her any more. So instead he just stared at the ground, trying to stay calm. About ten minutes later Theo and the guard returned to the room. He didn’t bother to close the cuffs around his hands again, instead he just went over to the girl who seemed already annoyed even though he hadn’t said anything. She sighed, letting her leg fall to the ground again. “I hate doctors…”. With that she was brought through the door, leaving the two boys alone in the room.

After the brief conversation with his sister Nick didn’t quite know what to think. Her being at this event wasn’t necessarily something to be concerned but most definitely unusual. For the most part she preferred to say more behind the scenes and her appearance on this evening made him wonder if there was something special about this one. But that was something he could think about later, for now there were other things that needed his attention. Namely the three new pets he had just bought. He still wasn’t quite sure if getting three at once had been such a good idea but well...It was a challenge. And he loved a good challenge.

He made his way through the crowded room until he reached a discrete door at the back. It wasn’t locked, so he went right through, entering a hallway. Compared to the luxurious hall before, this one felt cold. Sad almost. The floor was made out of a light wood, the walls had a bland beige wallpaper on them. There were a few people walking around, but no one paid much attention to him since they were busy with the still ongoing auction. He didn’t mind that one bit. Since he already knew the place a bit, he had been here before, after all one of his oldest friends worked there. As if on command, Ethan rounded the corner, just finishing up a conversation. When he saw Nick he grinned. “Perfect timing, I was just about to go look for you anyways!”. He made a gesture, telling the other man to follow him. “So, they’re just in for the doctor checkup, you know the drill, but I figured I’d get you their files while you wait.”. Nicolas just nodded, his thoughts starting to drift off again. They passed a few windows and he saw that it had started to rain (haha...Rain...Why am i like this), in fact it seemed like there was a whole thunderstorm going on. The lightning caused sudden flashes of light and was shortly followed by the crashing thunder. He frowned, driving his car home in this weather was not going to be fun.

There was a loud crashing sound, causing Rain to flinch. His eyes darted towards the door, half expecting someone to storm in. When nothing happened he relaxed a bit more, perhaps it was just the weather. When they had brought him to the car earlier the sky had already been grey, thick dark clouds blocking out the sun. He had been nervous, it wasn’t like they never took trainees away from the academy but he had never been one of them before. The knowledge that a lot of those people never came back hadn’t done much to calm his nerves either. It had been about 3 years since he had gotten to the Academy and it still terrified him. No one ever explained anything, they only were told the bare minimum of information. Anything that hadn’t to do with the training wasn’t important.

Once again he felt like he was left in the dark, completely unaware of his faith.

All the time he had been in the room there had been steps in front of the door, passing and never stopping. Now he heard them again, but this time they didn’t leave. Instead he heard a click of a lock from the door and a moment later it swung open, revealing to men standing in the door. The first, the one that held the key to open the door, seemed vaguely familiar, Rain had seen him earlier. He had short blonde hair and his smile reminded him of a salesman, someone who was always trying to convince you to spend your money on something new you didn’t really need. His suit seemed expensive, but also as if the man hadn’t spent a lot of time picking it out. But he wasn’t the one Rain was paying attention to. Instead he fixated on the other man who had entered. He was taller, had dark hair and grey-blue eyes. Something about him immediately made him seem important, in an intimidating way. As if not watching out for him could have fatal consequences. Rain immediately felt his heart starting to beat faster again, unsure whether he wanted to look away from the man or not let him out of his sight to make sure nothing happened. From the corner of his eye he could see that the other two had gotten tense as well, all of them feeling the weighing presence of the stranger. Like a promise for dark times looming over them.

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[kraftykelpie]

Howdy Kel I got asks: 8, 9, and 15? :)

8.

Ooh a fun one. Of all the books I've read (which is a lot), It's tied between Sepulchre by Kate Mosse, and any one of the books on the Unicorn Chronicles series by Bruce Coville.

But i lean on Sepulchre. It's a good fucking book, and really hits with the genealogical 'trying to find my familial roots' and historical fiction bits. The majority of it is set in the late 1800s (can't remember the specific decade but anywhere from 1870s to 1890s is closeset), and it switches back and forth between this and a woman's journey to find her ancestors and her connections to them. The ancestors are the ones who are in the late 1800s, and it's so Fun to figure out before the woman, that OH SHIT OH SHIT THATS THEM like the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme, as she uncovers some new thing about her past.

9.

Without a doubt, Pride and Prejudice (2005). Nails the cottagecore lesbian aesthetic right in the bud. The scenery, the backgrounds, the Bennet's home, that scene in the morning cold as Mr. Darcy walks towards Elizabeth, Elizabeth's wardrobe, Mr. Darcy's wardrobe, like BRO ON GOD, most aesthetically pleasing film. I use it to wind down or when I want the v i b e s. Like i want to walk 10 miles in the muck just to get somewhere important to me. I don't want the worry of modern day technology or cars. I don't want to worry about time.

15.

So many. I can't even think of all of them off the top of my head, that's how many.

Hrgh, Any of the Rocky movies, anything where it's like strong man and woman shaped object he has sex with (ie the Bond films, why TF do people even like them??), Any Tom Cruise film, anything Crustycrack is in lowers the IQ of the whole movie. I instinctively hate any Quentin Tarantino movie (Inglorious Basterds gets a pass bc of the Kosher p*rn panel joke, Shoshanna, her bf, the JewBear™, Stiglitz, and Daniel Brühl). The MCU films, i used to be part of the fandom, now i get war flashbacks when I'm reminded of it *shudders*; i don't like any of the DC films. Mention you like Harry Potter, it's on sight. I'm going make like the headless horseman and remove your head from your shoulders. That's all I can think of rn, but I can't pick one movie i hate that everyone loves, because there's a lot.

Thanks for the ask!!

[soyforramen]

ooooo 17 and/or 28 for bughead

I am so terribly glad tumblr does not date these, because I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting on this draft. Regardless, here goes:

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“Bite me, Jones,” Betty snapped. She screwed her eyes shut and breathed deeply as she counted to ten. No one in Riverdale could get under her skin like he could. And he knew it.

“Make me, Cooper.”

Betty curled her lip and turned away from Jughead Jones and his stupid smirk and his stupid hat. She knew from the start that this whole idea was inane. But because it was Archie’s last birthday in Riverdale, and because she and Jughead were Archie’s best friends, she’d said yes to Jones’ stupid idea to throw a surprise party. 

For whatever reason, it hadn’t occurred to Betty that Archie might want a birthday party. Over the years they’d fallen into such a routine it almost felt too close to sacrilege to change. The day before Archie’s birthday, he and Jughead would disappear to spend all day gorging on junk food and video games until it came time for a midnight creature feature at the Bijou. The day of, Archie would spend his birthday with his parents as Mrs. Andrews always made a point to come back to Riverdale on his birthday. The next following was Betty’s, and it had become their tradition to find new trails to hike around Sweetwater River only to end their day at Pop’s with burgers and shakes.

It was a custody arrangement they’d all been more than happy with ever since Betty had proclaimed her hatred of Jughead Jones in the second grade for making Ethyl cry because he ran away from her the entire week of Valentine’s. And despite Archie’s numerous attempts over the years at a tentative truce, neither Betty nor Jughead could stand the sight of each other for too long.This year, however, Jughead decided to buck the system.   

With a party.   

For Archie.   

Only one week to plan it.  

Together.

When Jughead had first mentioned it, Betty assumed he’d do what everyone else did when it came to these things: tell Betty his vision and let her handle everything while still getting partial credit for having come up with the idea in the first place. But apparently she’d underestimated him. Not only had he come up with the idea for a party, he also wanted to help plan it. 

Normally Betty would jump at the chance for any sort of event planning help. She’d had to beg, borrow, and blackmail to get any actual help to put together Homecoming and the Spring Formal . And now she had a ready, willing participant who came with his own ideas as to how this party should go.It was as if Fate itself were determined to prove the old adage, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’(Fate, too, could bite her.)The ultimate problem, though, was not the fact that it was Jones’ proposing and helping plan the party. It was not that they both wanted to outdo each other in a childish attempt to prove their superior friendship with Archie. The problem was she had to interact with Jones’ to get this done. It was the most she’d ever had to interact with him since they’d sat at the same square of tables in elementary school and it was a reminder why she’d avoided him ever since. Every idea she had was countered by his own; every suggestion was met with scepticism and budgeting concerns; every minute detail picked apart. Their tastes were too far apart on music, food, and decorations along with everything else it took to plan a party. He was far too sarcastic, too caustic for her. She was too nice, too blithe for his. It was mutual loathing that frustrated Betty every time she had to see him in the hallways. And now she’d agreed to spend most of her free time with him for a week.Archie better fucking love this damn party.

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Monday Morning: 4 Days til B-Day

Today was not Betty Cooper’s day. She’d forgotten about the essay due in History class because she’d been consumed with scholarship applications and making decorations for Polly’s wedding. She’d dropped a beaker of acid on her shoes in lab class and now had to wander around in the ugliest, grossest pair of crocs the school’s lost and found had to offer. And to top it all off, her hair tie had snapped in gym class, leaving her hair in a tangle of waves that drew attention from everyone for just how messy it was.It took all she had not to skip school for the first time in her life. The only thing stopping her was the inevitable lecture she knew would be waiting at home. If Betty ruined her perfect attendance record three months before graduation, the fit her mother would throw would surely top the one when Polly told her she was unwed and pregnant.And when the tumbler on her locker stuck, it was all she could do not to scream. Finally the lock popped off and the door slammed into its neighbor.“Party planning going well?” Kevin asked from behind. He leaned against the locker bank and leveled all the magnets that had fallen to the bottom of the door.“Yes, actually. That’s the problem,” Betty snapped. She threw her textbooks into the locker, already digging through the three and a half years worth of junk for a hair tie. “I’d say that’s less of a problem, and more of a shoe in to finally free all that hair Jones’ has been hiding from us,” Kevin said with a Hello Kitty magnet suspended between his thumb and forefinger. When Betty rolled her eyes, he clicked his tongue. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it. The UST between you two has been at peak level for at least two years.”Betty heaved out a sigh and reached for the top shelf. She tried to imagine herself someplace relaxing and far, far away from here. One of those Swedish spas Veronica was always gushing about. A sunny beach with no one around. An automotive shop that worked exclusively on muscle cars made by Corvette and Ford between 1958 and 1972 somewhere south of Paris, France.“Of course it’s a problem, Kev. It means that not only is he a complete and total asshole, he’s also a competent and capable asshole,” Betty huffed. She grabbed her history book out of her bag and threw it into the locker hard enough to rattle the mirror on the back. “At least you now won’t have to split all your free time between the paper, the party, and practice for the Vixens.”As much as Betty loved him, sometimes she hated how Kevin could always find a positive in every situation and how desperately she hated the fact that Veronica had decided to attend a prep school for her senior year.“We forgot about Veronica,” Betty gasped. Prior frustrations forgotten, Betty tapped away on the screen. Between event planning and the massive extracurricular load her mother insisted on, Betty hardly had any time to think about what she’d get for Archie. There was no way Veronica would forget something as important as Archie’s birthday, but if there was on thing that could throw a wrench into this plan it would be Veronica sweeping Archie off his feet to the Bahamas last minute.Veronica’s reply was almost instantaneous with a string of hearts, followed by several texts grilling Betty for more information about Archie’s relationship status, Riverdale gossip, and whether Betty had finally found herself a boyfriend.Absorbed by her phone, Betty closed her locker and walked to class, Kevin walking beside to her and telling Betty which was the best gossip to pass along to Veronica. As the bell rang, Betty tucked her phone into her jacket pocket and laid out everything she needed for class. Late as usual, Jughead slouched by her on his way to the corner of the room. “Nice hair, Cooper,” he muttered as he passed. “Very Diana Dors today.”Betty’s cheeks went red and her hands flew up to smooth down her hair. She’d been so focused on her conversation with Veronica that the hair tie had been completely forgotten.Kevin leaned across his desk and whispered, “Hashtag: Free the Beanie.”

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Tuesday Afternoon - Party Countdown: Day 3

Betty’s phone chimed on the couch beside her. When she saw who it was from, she groaned. They’d just talked after school about the decorations, and she thought they’d come to an agreement. Jughead, however, seemed to differ.“Beans for brains again?” Cheryl asked, eyes glued to her own phone. “Yes. Now decorations are too ‘childish’,” Betty whined. “Why does he have to make things so difficult.”“Because he has your undivided attention for once, baby cousin.”Betty stared at Cheryl. “What does that mean?”Cheryl rolled her eyes and set down her phone. “Read between the lines, it’s a total Castle and Bennet situation.”Even if she’d been offered the world, Betty still couldn’t figure out what Cheryl meant. With a sigh, Betty packed up her back and headed to Pop’s, figuring it would be easier to meet with him in person than spend three hours going back and forth in text.

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Tuesday Afternoon - Party Countdown: Day 3Betty slammed her lunch tray on the cafeteria table. “I hate him and that stupid grin of his. Like he knows everything. Why did I ever agree to this in the first place?”Kevin moved to the side as Betty swung her leg over the bench to sit down. “Because it’s Archie’s birthday and he’d do the same for you?”Betty snorted. “I doubt he’d work with his mortal enemy to plan me a party.”“True. Because I’d be the one doing the planning. If Archie was doing it there’d be cold pizza and hot ice cream. He’s not big on the planning thing.”Betty stabbed at a piece of fruit and let that sink in. It would be so much easier to let this go, to say she was done with the whole thing and let Jughead finish organizing it. But if she backed out now they’d both know he’d won in the ongoing feud they had. It was frustrating and unnerving and took every last bit of self-control to work with him. He was a constant distraction, taken to staring at her when she was talking and unnerving her by how close he was willing to get. Even stranger, as if he knew just how to get under her skin, he’d sat next to her in English this morning and attempted a semi-polite conversation.“Do I want to ask what’s got her so riled up now?” Toni asked as she sat down. “Jughead’s lips,” Kevin said with a smile.Toni leaned forward, his face eager for more information. “What? Did he kiss you? I thought you two were only supposed to be planning a party.”“Kevin,” Betty scolded. “And no. We can barely stand to be in the same room together. He’s insisted on doing the decorating himself.”Kevin and Toni shared a look. “And that’s bad, how?” Toni asked.“I know you’re used to being in charge of everything, but why is it a problem for him to decorate?” Kevin asked.“Because I was planning on using what we had leftover from Polly’s New Year’s Eve party. It would have been perfect.” Betty said.“What did he say about that?”Betty looked down at her salad and picked at it. “I didn’t exactly mention it.”Toni raised an eyebrow and Kevin let out a heavy sigh.“But obviously if I was pushing to do the decorations, I had a plan,” Betty said, her words sounding thin.“Last time I checked Jones wears several different hats, but mind reading is not one of them,” Toni said. “And being straightforward isn’t Betty’s,” Kevin said.Betty elbowed him in the ribs. “I thought you were supposed to be on my side?”He squirmed away from her. “I am. But you tend to have a take charge attitude and don’t always share the whole plan. Or let other people have much input when you’ve made up your mind.”“What’s that supposed to mean?”Kevin held up his hands defensively. “I’m just saying, maybe this thing isn’t all one-sided. You’re not used to people wanting to help plan something, and he’s -” Kevin faltered, not knowing Jughead enough to speak to his personality.Toni, though, was quick to step in. “Jughead is a snarky gloom and doom nerd. His people skills need some help too.”“Exactly. But maybe if you try to work with him.” He let the thought linger a moment before going into the latest gossip about the lacrosse team.

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Thursday Afternoon - Party Countdown; 1

“I’m doing this for Archie, Jughead. If you don’t like that, then you don’t have to be involved,” Betty said after a few deep breaths.“This was my idea, Betty. Not some project you can step in and fix just because I’m involved. The door is right there if you change your mind,” Jughead snapped back. He turned away from her and focused his attention on his computer. Betty’s hands clenched and unclenched. A fire burned in her chest and she had to work to stay seated There was nothing she wanted more than to slap him. It annoyed her that he was right; they were doing this for Archie, not for some strange kudos for their own egos. “Fine.”Jughead’s head jerked up and he looked as if he were surprised she’d conceded so easily. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” she said her words clipped. Just because she was wrong didn’t mean she had to like it.His eyes narrowed and Betty waited it out. If he wanted to suspect her of ulterior motives, then so be it. She just wished he could bring the intensity down a little bit.Eventually, he waved to the seat across from him and, in a rare gesture of cordiality, waved Pop down for a round of shakes. While Betty was suspicious herself of his motives, she took the seat and pulled out her planner to go over their last minute plans.

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Friday Night - Party Countdown: 0

Betty leaned against the porch railing, a red solo cup full of something red and overly sweet in her hands. Veronica had sworn she’d like it, but Betty could barely stomach a sip of it. She’d never been one for parties or alcohol or general teenage mischief. Seeing what had happened to Polly had cured Betty of any desire of that.“Looks like we managed to pulled it off,” Jughead said. He lifted a can to his lips - a brazenly boring soda that stood out against their peers attempts to summon Dionysus into the Andrews’ living room.Betty turned towards him and watched him watch the party through the windows. “Surprisingly.”He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t turn towards her. Betty’s eye followed the movement only to trail down his profile. It was odd, she realized, to have never really thought about what he looked like without the permanent scowl and irritable persona he’d taken up as a defense mechanism.“It’ll be a bitch to clean up, though,” Jughead said.Betty snorted and poured her drink into the bushes beneath her. “I vote that’s Archie’s problem.”“And Veronica’s,” Jughead added, with a nod to the opening door.“There you two are,” Veronica said. She shot a sly grin to Jughead who rolled his eyes.Betty filed her questions away for later, particularly those about how close Veronica and Jughead seemed to have gotten over the past year. “This was a really great surprise,” Archie said, oblivious of the strange interaction going on next to him. He looked as tired as Betty felt, but somehow managed a level of energy even she couldn’t fake. She pulled him into a tight hug as the sudden realization that this was their last year of high school hit her. Tears threatened to spill at the corner of her eyes. In six months, Archie would no longer be her constant companion. It would be the first time ever that he wasn’t part of her life. Betty screwed her eyes shut and thought about the good times.“You’re welcome Archie. Happy birthday,” she said through a sniffle.They pulled apart and it was Jughead’s turn to pull Archie into a hug. Betty took a moment to wipe the tears from her cheeks.“Happy birthday, bud,” Jughead said with a grin. He nodded towards Veronica. “Enjoy it while you can.”Betty pulled Veronica into a hug, the pain of missing her not as severe. After all, they’d be roommates next fall, something they’d been planning since they were twelve. “I’m going to call it a night,” Betty said. Veronica kissed her on the cheek and, in a surprising move, pulled Jughead into a bear hug. She whispered something to him that made him flush before letting him go. “Walk her home,” Veronica ordered him. “I want nothing to happen to my girl. We have plans, after all.”“V, I live ten feet away,” Betty reminded her.Jughead rolled his eyes, but complied when Veronica shoed him after Betty. When they reached the sidewalk, Jughead cleared his throat.“Hey, Cooper.”Betty turned to face him. “Yes?”“Are we still in a truce?”She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got another ten minutes until curfew. So, I’d say we were.”Jughead took a step towards her, dropping his gaze to the ground. He swallowed hard, his hands fidgeting. “You’re not half bad, now that I think about it.”Betty smiled. It was probably the nicest thing she’d heard him say about anything in a while. “You’re not half bad yourself, Jones’.”“Also,” he paused, glancing behind them as if to check that they were alone.“What? What is it?” she asked, stepping towards him, worried he’d say or do something. Her fingers curled into a loose fist, but what she wouldn’t have ever expected was for him to pull her close and press his lips against hers.The world came to a startling halt as Betty’s brain went into overdrive. (They were kissing.) This was Jughead Jones her self-proclaimed high school rival in all things that mattered. (He was kissing her.) Before this week they’d never had a nice thing to say about each other. (And she liked it.) The only common ground they ever had was fighting over Archie (Worse, she was kissing him back) and snarking at each other over stupid little things.A car backfired a street over and the spell was broken. The world wrenched itself back into rightful place. Betty’s eyes fluttered open and everything looked the same as it had before. Only there was that look in his eyes, and there was that exhilarating feeling in her chest that could only mean the sky was the limit, and the ground beneath her was shaking. At some point her hand had come to rest on his cheek. It felt normal there, like a bird finally come home to roost. She rubbed her finger against his smooth skin and he turned his head to kiss her palm. “Pop’s tomorrow?” he asked.Betty answered him in another kiss.

[marauder-exe]

Chill- Rue Bennett x Reader

Request: This wasnt requested, its based on an idea i had last week

Warnings: Drug mention, overdose mention, addiction mention

This is in no way romanticising any form of addiction or mental illness, im following the storyline of the show

Word Count: 1.5k

“No, Rue! You said you would stay clean and you didn't!” You screamed towards the brown haired girl, tears streaming down your face. You couldn't sit by and watch her do this to herself.

“What do you want me to say, (Y/N)? im an addict, you know that!” She screamed back, face equally flushed from a mix of tears and drugs. She didn't want to be an addict but she didn't want to lose you either. After a particularly bad Fentanyl incident, you had made Rue promise to stop. She wanted to stop, and you gave her a reason. But an addict never stops. The reason she relapsed in the first place was after you had gone on a date with this boy. To her, you seemed so in love with him. You weren't. You loved her. But she didn't know that.

“I meant what I said Rue, im not trying to stick around for someone who's going to kill themselves!” That was something you said the night after the Fentanyl incident, and she promised shed stop. You stared at her expectantly. She just flopped onto her bed. “Its me or the drugs” She didn't respond, just stared, dead behind the eyes. You stared at her. “Really?” She still didn't respond. You looked around her room, desperately trying to stop the tears falling. “Ill go then” You mumbled, anger flowing through your veins.

Rue could've sworn she felt her heart stop when you said that. The second you started walking way, she willed and begged her legs to move from that god damned bed and chase after you. But they didn't. So she just sat there, staring at the closed door, hearing the echo of her front door slam.

You slammed the door of Rues house and lent against the wall to catch your breath. The second your back hit the wall you just cried. The girl you had loved since the day you met her, was throwing her life away, and you didn't want to stand around and watch it happen. You tried to deepen your breath and collect yourself. You stood and got onto your bike and rode away, only wanting your bed.

Rue flopped onto her back on her bed, staring at her ceiling. Why didn't she say anything? She was in love with you, and never wanted to hurt you. Tears started silently rolling down her cheeks. Her mind went numb as she just lay there. She had to get out of this house before it killed her. She slipped on her converse and her maroon jacket, and jumped out of her window. Trying her best to be as quiet as possible, so her mom didn't hear her. She just had to leave, and she had a plan to where she was going. she was going to Fez's. Not to get high. But he was the best person to chill with, and she needed to chill right now. She grabbed her bike and rode as fast as she could. The cold air hit her face, it was what she needed. When she reached Fezco's, she just walked straight into his room and flopped onto the couch.

You had been crying for at least an hour, as you blankly stared at the wall of your bedroom. This was ridiculous, why did you blow up on her like that? It was killing you to be apart from her, and it had only been an hour. You didn't like the idea that this was possibly the last time you would speak to the love of her life. You just had to do something. You got up from your bed and looked in the mirror. You looked a mess. You wiped your tears away and brushed your hair. You slipped your shoes on and headed to the door, shouting back to your parents that you where going out.  You sped over to Rues house as fast as possible.

You dropped your bike and rushed to the door, immediately knocking on. Rues mom answered the door and smiled.

“Hey, (Y/N)”

“Hey, Mrs Bennett, could I see Rue?” You nearly tripped over your words as you smiled up at her.

“Yeah, you can just go to her room” She moved so you could get past, and you practically ran to her room. You pushed open her door and looked inside. But she wasn't there? You looked around, her shoes and her jacket where gone. Oh Rue Rue, what have you done? You turned and left her room quickly, trying to think where she would be. You bumped into Mrs Bennet on the way out. She took note of your startled face and quick exit.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

“Yeah, yeah, she's just… sleeping” You gave a faint smile, trying to leave as quickly as possible. Her mom gave a soft smile and waved goodbye. You sprinted to your bike and began to head to Lexis, hoping to all hope that she was there.

You jumped from your bike and ran to Lexis door, knocking as fast as possible. She opened the door to your startled face.

“Please tell me Rue is here, have you seen her?” You blurted out, faster than humanly possible.

“What?” She stared at you with a confused look.

“Have. You. Seen. Rue.”

“No, sorry, she hasn't come by” She gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Right. Thanks anyway” You gave back a smile, quickly rushing to get back onto your bike.

Where could she be? You began to head to the church. There where no NA meetings today, but it was worth a shot right? You cycled as fast as possible down the street. You rounded the corner, seeing the bright cross of the church. You pushed open the door, but there was nothing. You where starting to get worried she might of done something dangerous. You tried to have faith that she wouldn't overdose again, but it was seriously starting to worry you. You hopped back onto your bike and rode down the street.

“RUE!” You screamed down the streets, looking for any sign of her. “Rue!” Tears started to climb to your eyes, a choked sob in the back of your throat.

You ran to Fezs’ block of flats, still screaming Rues name. You banged your fists against Fezs’ door.

“Rue! Please tell me your in there!” no reply.

“Fezco! Open this god damn door right now or I will get you, and ill make it look like a bloody accident!” Fists still smashing against the door, tears still falling.

Rue and Fezs’ head snapped towards the door. When they first heard the banging they thought it might have been Mouse, but then they heard your voice ring out, they calmed down. Fez looked towards his little sister, furrowing his eyebrows, as to ask what the fuck you where doing here. Rue just shrugged, so Fez went to open the door. He pulled the door open and looked at you. Messy hair, mascara stained cheeks.

“Fezco! I think something bad's happened to Rue” You rushed out, falling forward into his chest. “i- I went to her house, she wasn't there, so I thou- thought maybe she was at Lexis” You let out another sob. “She wasn't there either so then I we-” Fez quickly interrupted you.

“Woah, (Y/N), slow down, Rues fine, she’s right over there” He moved out of the way, so you could see Rue. She was stood awkwardly, her cheeks still puffy and stained from crying, she just waved. You ran forward and immediately enveloped her in a bone crushing hug. She was slightly shocked and just stood awkwardly, before wrapping her arms around you. “I thought id lost you” You whispered into her chest. She let out a small laugh, you could feel her chest vibrate.

“Don't worry, your not getting rid of me that easily”

You stood like that for a solid minute, just cherishing the fact you hadn't lost her. You pulled away and rested a hand on her cheek, you stared into her eyes. Without thinking, you attached your lips to hers in a romantic kiss. This is what you had been waiting for, wanting to do for the last few months, and it was finally happening. You where so wrapped into each other, you forgot Fez was stood right there, until he cleared his throat. You broke apart and turned to him.

“Sorry!” You and Rue broke out into a fit of giggles while in each others arms.

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Bring on the Mania! P.t 6

"I hope you learned something from this Demon!"

Amane, who was busy nursing his head, flinched at Sebek's loud voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Challenging Valerie means death." Amane hissed when his hand brushed a primarily sore spot.

"As long it not physical, then you're fine." Bennet chimed in, handing out an ice pack to a grateful egg boy.

After that horribly one-sided battle, the boys and Lisha woke up a few minutes later. But not without bearing the aches from it. Thankfully, the ghosts brought first aid and ice packs with them.

"You know, Valerie." Wilbur started. "You could have gone easy on Amane. He is new to this."

"Oh please, mercy is not in her dictionary. Do you honestly expect her to do that?" Ace scoffed. He leaned on an ice pack he was holding, relishing the coolness.

The said girl was tending to Lisha, making sure the little strix didn't get seriously injured.

"On the bright side, we know she can handle herself in a fight." Epel remarked. He winced a bit, clutching his stomach. Next to him, Sebek held an ice pack to his cheek.

" Oh, come on. It wasn't that ba-"

"You don't use pressure points in a pillow fight, Valerie." Jack interrupted her. He had his arms crossed and sat perfectly still; as Gerald tended the scratches on his face.

He wanted to add about biting, but his memory went back to...THAT. His face burned, his tail wagged tail wildly. Gerald sent him a look but said nothing and continued with his work.

Once everyone was treated, they agreed to call it a night; since they were in too much pain to do something else. They had to re-arrange everything since it was a mess. It took a while since the injuries made it harder, but they managed.

The boys brought their sleeping bags. Ace and Deuce were next to each other they were still, but with their sleeping position, they look like they were punching each other. Jack slept like a regular person with Epel hugging his tail. Sebek brought a Malleus and crocodile plushies with him. No one dared to question it, not even Ace teased him.

Grim was curled up on one of the chairs. Lisha used him as a bed. Valerie slept on the sofa. Cause it's her dorm, she is not sleeping on the floor.

The brunette was awoken by the sound of soft whimpers. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she sat up and craned her neck to the source.

Slightly farther away from the rest of the boys (for their safety) was Amane. He was tossing around, but it wasn't as bad as before.

Quietly, she got up a tip-toed towards him; she knelt down next to him and got a clear view of his face. Beads of sweat trickled down his skin, his features were contorted into a grimace.

"P-P-Please." The incubus pleaded softly.

Gently, she rubbed small circles on his back and patted his hair. Valerie briefly remembered when she was little, her grandparents used this trick upon her whenever she had nightmares. Her mother eventually did this as well, when she finally came back home and finished whatever work she had left.

Apparently, it worked on Amane too. He went silent, and his body relaxed. His whimpers dissolved into soft snores. Smiling at her work, she went back to the sofa and let sleep envelop her.

Valerie woke up again, but this time to someone shaking her awake.

"...rie...Valerie, wake up."

Groggily, she pushed herself up and twisted her body to removes any trace of sleep. Feeling more awake, she turned to see who woke her.

There stood Deuce, still clad in his pajamas and sporting a band-aid on his forehead. He gave the girl a small smile.

"Morning, Valerie. Come on, breakfast is ready." He informed. Hooking his arm with hers and guiding her to the dining room.

Valerie blinked at the sight once they entered the dining room. The table is filled with all types of breakfast food, and everyone was stuffing their faces.

Ace took big bites on what looks like cherry pancakes. Jack and Epel's plates were filled with sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs, and ham. Though Jack had some pear compote on the side. While Epel had mini apple tarts on his.

Sebek ate like it was his first meal in a long time. His eyes were shining as he indulged himself, relishing every bite. His plate was filled with so much food; that it became a miscellaneous mess. Next to him were numerous tupperwares.

Grim had just as much food as Sebek, but tuna omelets seemed to dominate his plate. Lisha was feeding on sausage bits on a saucer.

"I see you guys are enjoying yourselves."

They all paused from eating. Eyes drifted to the figures in the doorway. Although, a few pairs of eyes were fixated on their arms.

Grim broke the silence.

"Ook yuf ong mmff." His voice was muffled with all the food stuffed in his mouth.

"Grim, please don't talk with your mouth full." Valerie gently chided. Taking a seat next to the monster.

Not far from the girl, Deuce took a seat next to Ace and began to pile his plate with various egg dishes. Unaware of the annoyed looks sent his way.

"Looks so good! The ghosts really outdid themselves." She praised. There were so many options, she didn't know where to start!

"Actually, the ghosts didn't make this." Jack revealed, taking a sip on his orange juice.

"Really? Then who-" She was cut off by a loud yell.

"IS SUGAR TITS UP YET!?"

Amane barged into the dining room, wearing her funky owl apron. Holding a spatula in one hand and another stack of pancakes in the other. He finally took notice of the girl and huffed.

"Bout time, Sugar tits, these were gonna get cold."

He plopped the plate he had in front of her. It resembled a cinnamon roll, only with more icing.

"Did you really make all of this?" She questioned. Cutting a piece.

"Of course I did, and if you don't believe me, ask your boy toys." The heterochromia male smirked.

"He did, and it's good." Epel vouched for the demon.

She took a small bite, and her face lit up. It was so good! She took another bite and another. Soon, she was wolfing down everything.

"Whoah! Jeez, Sugar tits, slow down. You're just as bad as that fat gremlin of yours." Amane teased. But he was genuinely surprised by her eating. A choking sound broke the atmosphere and paused Valerie from eating.

Ace broke into a fit of giggles, with Epel joining soon after. Deuce, Jack, and Sebek restrained their laughter, but barely. Lisha was just rolling in laughter.

But, only one wasn't amused.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?" Grim raged. He jumped on the table, with a fireball forming in his mouth.

But before he could fire, a hand slammed next to him. The monster yelped in surprise, which halted everyone's laughter. Amane just stared wide-eyed.

Valerie wanted to enjoy a delicious breakfast without any problems. So for once. Just ONCE that Grim would behave and take a little teasing. But obviously, that wasn't going to be it.

So, taking a deep breath, a sweet smile formed on her face; as she looked down at the monster. Though, the room felt it dropped a few degrees.

"Grim." She said slowly. Valerie can distinctively feel the others flinch at her voice. But paid no mind.

"It's too early for this, so, please. Just forget that remark, and continue to eat."

The monster wanted to protest when the girl opened her mouth again.

"Unless you want me to ban you from eating tuna for a year." She added sweetly.

This got him to shut up, muttering a small sorry, and went back to eating. This got everyone else to continue as well. Valerie internally sighed in relief.

Finally, she can enjoy-

"By the way. I used all your food."

Fuck. ____________________________

After breakfast, the boys got dressed and thanked Valerie for the sleepover and the food. Though they wanted to stay longer, Ace, Deuce, and Sebek had dorm duties, while Jack and Epel had some training to do in their respective dorms.

"I can't believe you used all my food."

Valerie and Amane were making their way to Mr. S's shop for groceries. Grim was flying next to the girl, with Lisha on his head.

"Hey, I said I'll pay for everything, didn't I?" He remarked, wearing a new outfit. With a rosy pink off-shoulder crop top and jean shorts, he still wore his ankle boots.

"That's the thing. The more you pay for me, the more I feel like a freeloader." The girl confessed. Since it was a Saturday, she wore more casual clothes. Which consisted of a simple white hoodie, black shorts, and black sandals. Her hair was tied into a simple ponytail.

"Pfftt. Chill out, Sugar tits, with the amount of money I make, you don't have to worry that pretty little head of yours." He assured.

"Besides, that Sebek guy looked happy with all the extra food he got to take with him." Amane can still remember the happy look on the green-haired boy; as he carried a bag filled with tupperwares of food.

"Oi, don't forget. This guy free loaded us and ran you dry when he was injured." Grim reminded. The midnight haired male chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, that too."

They finally made it to the mystery shop, and when they got inside, Amane felt another wave of nostalgia hit him.

The shop was brimming with random items. There was a piano against the wall; next to it were tribal masks that seemed to stare into their souls. Behind the counter was a bookshelf lined with books and jars. There was even a treasure chest filled with gold and jewels.

A rather large chandelier illuminated the room with a faint green light.

"Hey, hey, hey! How's my favorite Little Imp doing?"

Coming from the backroom was a young man with black and purple dreadlocks and dahlia purple eyes. On his body looked like skeleton tattoos. He had a playful but warm smile on his face.

"Hey Val, need some groceries?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, here's the list." She handed him a long piece of paper. He gave a low whistle.

"Ran dry, huh?"

"Yeah, but he's paying for everything." Grim replied. Sam hummed in response.

"Anyway." He finally turned to Amane, his smile returning.

"Welcome to my humble shop! Need something? I got it!" Sam proudly exclaimed.

Amane pursed his lips at the statement before a sultry smile took its place. Slowly striding to the counter, he leaned forward, having one thing in mind.

Sam leaned down to his ear.

"Sorry, but my dick's not available."

The incubi pilled back, his lips forming a thin line.

"Fine, you got any Elizabeth's Secret perfume? Temptation preferably."

The man nodded and went back to get their desired items.

Valerie shook her head at Amane's antics; she just hoped he won't be arrested for it. Which reminded her...

"Hey, Amane." She called. He turned to her.

"Mmm. Yeah, Val?"

"What is your job? I know you don't rely on your parent's money, but you seem to have an endless supply with you." She inquired.

"Yeah. Do you secretly have your own mafia? Is that why you're so loaded." Grim accused, flying in front of his face.

"Okay. First, get out of my face ya fuzzy little shit." Pushing Grim to her chest.

"And secondly I-"

'THUMP!'

They all jumped at the sound; even Lisha fell off of Grim's head but quickly steadied herself. On the counter were four bags and a medium-sized box.

"Alright, here ya go, Little Imp, and he's yours." He placed a bottle of perfume farther away from the groceries. He stepped back and gave them a wide smile.

"That would be...30,000 madol."

"Hahahaha, premium tuna is the best!"

Grim happily said as he held the can, flying ahead. Trailing behind him were a demon, human, and strix in disguise.

"Does he ever shut up about tuna?" Amane whispered, bending a bit for her sake.

They were making their way back to Ramshackle. Amene carried the bags while Valerie had the crate. His perfume was safely in Valerie's pouch.

Valerie giggled in response. "Not really, but as long he's happy."

"Oi! Hurry up back there, henchmen!" Amane's eye twitched at that.

Little piece of shit.

The hetero-eyed male was about to throw a snarky remark when he caught the sight of two blondes in a middle of a discussion, specifically the one with violet tips.

"Hang on for the second, Sugar tits. I gotta greet someone."

The girl looked curious before telling Lisha to catch up with Grim and followed the Amane. As they near, one of the blondes took notice.

"Ah! Bonjour Mademoiselle Trickster, and oh Monsieur Minuit what a pleasant surprise." Rook happily greeted the pair.

"Good to see ya too, predator kink." Amane casually greeted.

"Vulgar as ever, Amane. It's a miracle people, such as myself still put up with you." Purple eyes bore onto him.

Is Vil another childhood friend Amane?" The girl asked innocently.

The actor scoffed. "Hardly, I merely acquainted with because I had to model his clothes."

"Wait. Clothes?" She repeated.

Vil raised a brow, he turned his attention back to the demon.

"You didn't tell her?"

"I was, but that guy in that shop interrupted before I can say anything."

"You see Mademoiselle. Monsieur Minuit is one of the most important and youngest figures in the fashion world. He designs the most Magnifique clothing that has ever graced Twisted Wonderland; while also being a severe but fair fashion critic." Rook explained.

"The brands I owned are called Unholy Allure and Impulsive Heathens. Allure is for women, and Heathens are for men." The incubus added. A thoughtful look came to his face as he stared at the girl. But, Vil snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I heard what you're doing here, Amane. I suggest you keep your flirtations to a minimum. It wouldn't be good for your image to be involved in a scandal. Especially; at the peak of your career. Vil warned. But Amane waved him off.

"Oh, relax, I always keep my tracks hidden." He assured. Vil sighed.

"Regardless, be careful." A soft vibration hummed through Vil's pocket. Fishing out his phone, he scanned the notifications before softly clicking his tongue. This action didn't go unnoticed by the hunter.

"Roi de Poison, what troubles you?" That question caused the other repair to shift their attention to him.

"Epel texted e that there was a mishap in the dor. He's asking us to come back immediately." He explained, putting his phone away.

"Then we must hurry!" Rook declared. He turned back to Valerie, taking her hand; and giving it a dainty kiss.

"Au voir, Reine des Lapins." He gave her a coy smile. The predatory look in his eyes sent shivers down her spine, but she still kept a sweet smile on.  The fern-eyed male stepped back to give Vil his turn. The dorm leader gently took her hand snd placed a feathery soft kiss.

I see you've been using the lotion I gave you, Little potato." Vil commented, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"Y-Yeah, it did wonders on my skin." She slowly took her hand back.

"As much as I liked to continue our little chat, we must go. Rook, we'll discuss the plot for the new movie later."

"Oui!"

The queen turned his heel and walked away, with his loyal hunter close behind.

"See ya in the next photoshoot, Queen sexy ass!"