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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year ago

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Sometimes the stars just align. My heart was in need of some comfort this week and you posted this incredible story that helped mend it in so many ways 💙 Ben’s self doubt and frustration - it spoke to me. The hopeful, transformative power of love - it filled me with warm fuzzies. And peppered all throughout are your wonderful, characteristic little bits of humor and nods. 🥹 It was so much more than I imagined when you described the prompt, ngl. Every scene is vital, every emotion is so poignant. This has already made it onto my favorites list for your stories.

Omg just the opening. “A familial insurance policy…your whole existence can seem like a contingency plan.” So succinct and cuttingly true. Ouch 🥺

Baby Ben having his archery success so completely ignored 😭😭 “Perhaps next time, they will notice.” Ahhhhhhhhhhh!! He is already learning to quietly shoulder the oversights. To curl in on himself and accept that he’ll never be the center of attention. My babbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyy 😩😩😩😩😩😩

The debutante and mama’s commentary at the ball, how she can do better. Reminded me so much of Ben’s anxieties around the masquerade in AOFAG. He ONLY became a catch because the titled one was taken, and even then, no one knew his name. Always the Number Two. The Tall One. The consolation prize, as you so aptly put.

Then you RIP my heart RIGHT THE FUCK OUT by describing Violet and Ben’s first ball since they lost Edmund 😭😭😭😭😭 This is a scenario of their grief I never pictured before. Only Ant and Ben would have been old enough to go out in society at that point, and the primary purpose would be to scout for the next Viscountess and try to inject a bit more stability into their family. But Anthony doesn’t go. 💔 Omg the VOLUMES this speaks for all these characters!! Anthony doesn’t go because he doesn’t want to be addressed as the Viscount or receive anyone’s condolences. He doesn’t want to be reminded of the pain he’s trying so desperately to avoid. He doesn’t want to find a match because he refuses to love. He is probably exhausted from seeing Violet’s grief too and just can’t bear it in public. So he goes to drown his sorrows. But where does that leave Violet? Bereft and dependent upon the one other child that could be considered something of an adult - Ben. His role as emotional laborer and support animal is kicked into high gear as he has to step up and try to heal the hearts Anthony is too crushed to acknowledge. “Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not” *screaming* You packed so much into a small scene here, it’s expertly done. “her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul.” 😭😭 I’M TOAST.

Then Miss Bradstreet, omg 🤣🤣🥹🥹🫶🫶 You are too sweet to pop her in here. I was cackling with glee! To think she made Benedict’s palms sweat… 😮‍💨 Then I got a bit peeved at her when she was so dismissive to Ben. But like…who could say no to Anthony either?!?!? I just want to shake her and scream “GO FOR THEM BOTH, GIRL! SWOON SO THEY BOTH HAVE TO PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU INTO THE SHADE! INSIST THAT YOU NEED ONE ON EACH ARM TO WALK YOU BACK TO SAFETY!!!” I feel like maybe she didn’t have her wits about her that day. Or she’s blind in one eye from some dreadful embroidery incident. That’s the only way she could pick one over the other rather than just hyperventilating at them both 🤪🤪

Then we get to Reader - a fatherless second daughter, how absolutely perfect so that she can understand where Ben is coming from. 🥹 The way you describe the love at first sight, the sensations and chemistry just tearing through both of them - its gorgeous. I was holding my breath, so so happy for them both 💙

“A tall, baby-faced young man” pppfffttttt 🤣🤣 I immediately knew who that was. Bravo.

The hand kiss….THE HAND KISS!!! NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE HAND KISS!!!! 😍😍

All of Benedict’s fantasies - the cottage life, the garden, and you loop back around to the archery!! FUCKING BEAUTIFUL FAYE!!! At last someone who will acknowledge his skill and join in the fun with him 🥹🥹🥹 Fourteen years he’s been waiting and now he has found The One. I’M EXPLODING INTO RAINBOWS OVER HERE 🌈🌈🌈

“and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.” Oh shit 🥵🥵 well, this is Faye’s fics after all 😉 hot damn

“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. -yep, that’s what it feels like 😅

“ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.” AAAHHHHH!!! Thank youuuuuu!!!!! 😁😁😁😂😂😂🫶🫶🫶

Guhhh, their conversation before the gallery. He still has these insecurities, so deeply ingrained he’ll probably never truly banish them. But he can dismiss them once they arise thanks to Reader’s reassurance. He has his own family now where he is the protector and provider - the one and only. First in everyone’s hearts 💙 And it’s so incredible and novel to him, he just gazes in wonder. I can’t….🥹🥹

“Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice.” The bow on top. The perfect conclusion. So beautiful. 👏👏👏💓💓💓

Everything you write bowls me over but this one gave me an extra knock around the block. You take short and sometimes vague prompts and weave so much magic with them - you are so talented. This is sweet but not treacly; it addresses real angsty feelings that are completely canon for the characters; it explores our favorite character in a nuanced and important way; and the happy ending is so satisfying. I needed this. I love this. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. 💙

Second Son

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: The second son is, for once, the first choice...

Warnings: none really... mild angst, family dynamics, love at first sight.

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: Request fill for anon here, about Benedict being the second choice for everything.... until his love turns up. Thanks for this request; I hope this is angsty enough for you anon. Im not sure about it tbh. Sorry that it's taken more than three months to get to it on my WIP list. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

Benedict Bridgerton was born into privilege and can have few complaints. Except perhaps that he is always second. The spare. The just-in-case option. Being a familial insurance policy lends one more freedom than the burden of being the titled first son, perhaps, but it also feels like your whole existence, in some respects, can seem like a contingency plan.

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His stomach swoops with excitement as the arrow pierces the target dead on the bullseye. And on his first ever archery lesson, just after his twelfth birthday.

He turns around to see if anyone is there to witness his triumph, but it goes unmarked. All his young siblings gathered around Anthony, patting him on the back for his achievements in doing the same moments before. Being a good shot is an essential skill for the next Viscount indeed. The fact that he has been receiving instruction for months already and this is Benedict’s first lesson hurts a little.

But he doesn't bother to bring attention to his arguably more impressive feat. It seems pointless now. Wordlessly he shrugs and walks towards the target, plucking out his arrow and starting again. Perhaps next time, they will notice.

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“Is that the new Viscount Bridgerton?” Benedict hears a young girl murmur as he sweeps into the first societal event of the season, the spring following his father's death.

“Oh no, my dear, sadly not; I believe that is one of the brothers,” her mother replies, acting as if he has no sense of hearing, even trying to ignore it as he is, surveying the crowd.

“Such a shame,” the young girl huffs, “he is so very handsome.”

“Yes, dear, but sadly not titled. We can do better,” her mother chides, moving them along out of earshot.

He will never get over how cutthroat the Ton can be, a part of his tender seventeen-year-old heart sinking. Not that he had a potential interest in that girl, more the principle that he will somehow be rendered as an also-ran, at best a consolation prize, for the rest of his life.

What is most galling, perhaps, is that, when his mother needs their presence the most on a night like tonight, the new VIscount is nowhere to be seen. Has not even bothered to show his face, running off to some spurious gambling den and brothel, spending the night indulging himself rather than facing society.

So here Benedict is, stepping up to play the dutiful son that his elder brother should be. Being the support their mother so desperately needs at her first event as a widow, her arm looped heavily through his, her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul.

“Tis a shame the Viscount did not deign the first event of the season worthy of his patronage,” she states pointedly as she sips champagne.

“I am sure he has very good reasons for his absence,” Benedict replies soothingly, covering for his errant brother, attempting to shield their mother from the truth of his philandering ways. Benedict knows it is Anthony’s way of dealing with the responsibility of the title of Viscount being thrust upon him so young. But sometimes, just sometimes, Benedict wishes he could escape his grief in such a manner, Anthony taking his turn attending a stuffy ball and playing guardian to a grieving woman. Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not, Benedict realises.

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She catches his eye at a garden party at Aubrey Hall. She is a pretty young lady, maybe eighteen to his twenty-three, with bright eyes and a sweet, happy face. She makes his palms slightly sweaty. He watches her from a distance, uncertain how to approach or what to say, feeling a little tongue-tied, even.

Just then, Anthony materialises at his shoulder.

“Who is that pretty young thing?” Anthony asks, tracing Benedict’s line of sight.

“Miss Bradstreet,” he replies, watching as she turns to face the sun, closing her eyes, basking in its warmth. The light captures her cheekbones perfectly, and he itches to have his sketchbook and capture her likeness. He would very much like to get to know her better.

“Let's go provide a warm welcome,” Anthony smirks, clapping a hand on Benedict’s shoulder and practically dragging him across the lawn.

Benedict reluctantly follows, a flutter of excitement as her eyes land upon them as they approach.

“Miss Bradstreet,” Anthony swaggers. “Viscount Bridgerton at your service; I am so very pleased to be your host today,” he bows.

Benedict's stomach plunges as he watches her practically melt into the lawn right there, virtually swooning at Anthony’s feet.

“Oh, and this is my brother, Benedict,” Anthony adds, almost as an afterthought.

She flicks her head to the side briefly to politely acknowledge Benedict before returning to Anthony. All of her undivided adoring attention on him as he regales the story of his latest hunting triumphs upon her insistence. Benedict heaves a sigh and watches as yet another young lady he likes chooses his brother over him. He is almost used to it now, but it doesn't stop the sting every time.

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Your world grinds to a halt as you see him. He is descending the stairs with what you assume is the rest of his family. He is very much in the middle of a tight circle, walking behind what appears to be his mother and perhaps older brother. Quite the most beautiful man you have ever seen, your heart pounding in your ears, your throat suddenly dry despite the lemonade in your hand. You assume they must be the hosts, seeing as they are the very last to enter the ballroom here at Bridgerton House, and there is no announcement of their name.

“Who is that?” you whisper, leaning towards your elder sister. She has been out among society for a year and knows the Ton better than you.

“That is the Bridgerton family, of course,” she replies. “Illustrious in the extreme. Our hosts for this evening. The Viscount there is the most eligible bachelor of every season… and every season, he has resisted a match. So I wouldn't bother if I were you,” she sniffs.

“Which is the Viscount?” you check, your eyes unable to leave the beautiful man with a cravat tied in the most unconventional fashion.

“The one with his arm looped with their mother, the dowager Viscountess, naturally,” your sister rolls her eyes as if patently obvious.

“And what of the others?” you inquire keenly, realising the man you admire cannot be the one your sister is referring to. “Do you know their names?”

“I do not,” she admits, “such things are not really important when one is looking for a titled husband,” she points out airily.

You nod, knowing the responsibility your sister must carry as firstborn to find a suitable match that can provide for your widowed mother and, indeed, perhaps yourself and your younger sister should neither of you be able to find a husband. You don’t envy her position one little bit.

You are, however, desperate to get closer to the most beautiful man you have ever seen. And so you spend your evening working towards them, in as polite of a fashion as you can, your stomach in knots of excitement to know him.

“Dowager Viscount Bridgerton, it is an honour and a pleasure to meet you,” you curtsy, heart pounding as he now stands a few feet away, unable to look at him so close by.

“Hello, my dear and you are?” she asks politely.

“Miss y/n y/l/n, it is my very first season; I am so honoured to be here,” you explain. “I must provide the apologies of my mother, Mrs y/l/n, who could not attend tonight due to a cold, but she is so very thankful for the invitation.”

“Oh, of course,” the viscountess smiles. “I am so sorry to hear of her illness; please pass on my best regards… Anthony!” she turns to her side to grab the attention of a man. The viscount’s head whips around from where he is in discussion with another. “Come meet Miss y/l/n,” she needles pointedly. “Miss y/l/n, this is the Viscount Anthony Brdgerton, and he is so pleased not only to make your acquaintance but also for your presence here tonight,” she welcomes on his behalf, and you do not miss the subtle nudge in the ribs she gives him.

Then his regard is drawn to you. He is handsome certainly, and you appreciate his polite but absent-minded greeting. His attentions are obviously elsewhere, but then you cannot fault him as yours are the same. Your gaze strays over his shoulder to the man who first captures your attention. And your breath is stolen by how his hazy blue eyes stare intently at you.

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Benedict is twenty-six years old when he is struck by lightning. Not literally. But that is the sensation that runs through his body when he first lays eyes on you—politely introducing yourself to his mother and thanking her for your invitation to this ball.

He thought he knew what attraction was until this point. He thought he knew the depths to which one could fall in love in an instant. He was an utter fool. He looks at you, and at once, everything is so quiet and loud all at once. He is desperate to know you in a way he has never felt. To grab your hand, take you somewhere, and ask you a million questions to get to know your soul. He also wants to kiss you so much that his lips tingle. And inside, his lungs want to scream as his mother does the natural thing and introduces the beautiful, polite young lady to her most eligible son… Anthony.

Then his heart jolts as your eyes stray from Anthony and meets his, your pupils dilating in a way that makes his lungs too small to inhale air. It is the first and only time a young woman has had Anthony’s full attention and has looked away from it. And to him, no less. The tidal flood of chemicals in his system makes it feel like he is vibrating in his very shoes.

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You try your best to be polite and look at Anthony as he speaks, but your sight is drawn to this other man like a moth to a flame. From appearance, the second son, as you are the second daughter. A flare of understanding and sympathy in your chest as to how that is. You want to grab his hand and run away with him.

“My lord,” you find your voice and snap your eyes back to the Viscount, “would you do me the honour of introducing me to the rest of your wonderful family?” your ask, almost timid.

He looks temporarily taken aback, as if mystified why anyone in the Ton would care about the status of anyone beyond his mother and himself. You smile at him expectantly and do not miss, from the corner of your eye, how the beautiful man’s face is awash with surprise at your request.

“Oh, most certainly,” Anthony seems to snap out of his temporary stupor and turns to introduce his siblings in attendance. A tall, baby-faced young man stands to attention as Anthony moves from left to right. “This is Colin; he has just returned from his travels in Greece,” you nod and smile politely, knowing nothing of the subject. “And this is my sister, Eloise; it is her first season, and she is not in the slightest bit happy about that,” he adds dryly, and you can't help but giggle and feel a kinship with the spirited young lady who returns your wry smile. “My eldest sister, the Duchess of Hastings, who is visiting us,”

You curtsy and bow your head. “It is an honour, your Grace,” you add, and she smiles sweetly at you, her arm looped in her mother's.

“Obviously, you have met my mother,” he continues, and suddenly he is the last in the line. You feel your palms clench, sweaty in anticipation of learning his name “... and this is my brother, Benedict; he hopes to be an artist.”

You are finally brave enough to meet his eyes again. He is so achingly beautiful that the rest of his family, indeed the whole ballroom, melt away from your view—he is all you can see.

“Oh, I adore art,” you stutter, mesmerised, offering your hand to him, the first and only person in the family you do so to. Unseen by you, your gaze only on one man, Anthony’s mouth drops open in surprise.

Nothing can prepare you for when Benedict’s gloved hand gently touches yours, him bowing to kiss the back of your hand. You catch a woody citrus scent that makes your mouth water as he does so. And then you feel the warmth of his lips through your glove, and you are utterly undone.

“Miss y/l/n,” he rumbles quietly, the sound making your insides melt even more; it's deep and resonant and makes every inch of your body tingle.

“Please call me y/n,” you murmur, moving closer, knowing how scandalous that might be, but seemingly unable to stop yourself. He has a hypnotic hold over you that you don't want to fight.

“Only if you shall call me Benedict,” he breathes, and it takes Anthony clearing his throat to make you spring apart, suddenly remembering where you are.

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His lips touch the silk of your glove, and he is gone.

Already planning a future, his mind supplying images of you at his cottage out in the country, the lady of the house. Tending to the herb garden, reading happily curled up in front of the fire in the drawing room, fearlessly plucking a bow as you stand in front of joint archery targets gently teasing him for losing to a girl, and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.

He hears your sharp inhale, and his heart skips at the idea you feel it too. That you are the first woman ever that sees him and not Anthony. Really sees him. Not as the second son. Not as a consolation prize.

And when your body seems to sway towards him, he is already mentally asking his mother for a betrothal ring from her grandmother, which she said she is keeping just for him.

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“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. “Please, may we take a turn around the gardens?” you implore, the boldest you have ever been in your whole life.

“It would be my very greatest pleasure,” he responds.

And you know with absolute certainty you have met your husband, the father of your children, your very future.

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“It is not as if this is my show….” he sighs.

“You should not do that, darling,” you say affectionately, ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.

“Do what?” he breathes, his wedding ring catching the light as he places his hands gently over yours and stills your motions.

“Think of yourself as second,” you argue, running your hand over his cheek. “This gallery opening may feature others' work too, but you are the star of the exhibit,” you reassure, tilting his forehead down so it rests upon yours.

There it is again. That look that always floors you. Even now, a year later. Like you are the most wondrous creature, and he can scarcely believe you are his.

“Never forget, you will always be first to me,” you utter fiercely, watching his eyes soften with devotion. “And not just me….” you guide his sizeable warm hand onto the swell of your belly, “to us. We love you so much, Benedict,” your tone is ardent, wanting him to believe he deserves this recognition, that he should believe in himself the way that you do.

“I love you, too,” he responds quietly, reverentially. “So very much. Both of you are my whole world,” his voice choked with emotion, and you throw your arms around him and squeeze hard, wanting to telegraph just how much he is the very centre of your universe.

An hour later, you clutch your hands over your chest as you watch him being brought onto the raised stage and introduced to the crowd as they applaud him and his work rapturously, awaiting to hear him talk of his art. As he does so, you stroke your belly unseen under your cloak, beaming with pride for your wonderful husband.

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He sees your face in the crowd, and as ever, it calms him, especially at this landmark moment. So as he finishes the speech that he has rehearsed for days now, he decides to do something perhaps unconventional but something he seems unable to resist.

“Lastly, before I allow you back to your champagne,” he jests, finally at ease with the attention and recognition. “I want to thank my life’s inspiration, the very reason I stand before you today. My wonderful wife. Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice. You will always, always be my first choice. I love you.”

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#fic rec #talented author #read this now #balm for the soul #queen faye always delivers

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years ago

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so I was the anon who requested Abbie running away to Hopper and Joyce’s, can I request a smut where Steve and Singlemom!reader where she’s pregnant and they are having seggs and Abbie hears her mom crying and saying “God I’m cumming” and Abbie gets sad and starts crying, Steve goes to check up on her and she says, “I don’t want mommy to die. Mommy kept saying she was going to see God” 😭😂 or something like that, idk I think it would be funny

THE WAY I JUST CACKLED OUT LOUD THATS SO HILARIOUS. I had to pause another smut I’m writing to write this blurb cause I’m ABSOLUTELY WHEEZING. Poor Steve 🤣

Warning: This blurb contains smut if it’s not something you’re keen on

Steve’s favorite time of the day lately was when Abbie was in bed.

Okay, that’s a lie. He loved his daughter dearly and loved spending time with her. It was just that you and he had been having some incredibly sex lately, while you’d been pregnant with the second little one.

You weren’t big yet so exhaustion hadn’t kicked in. But Steve’s high sex drive sure had. The moment Abbie was in bed, you and he would practically fall into bed already naked, ready to get going.

Tonight was no different.

“Fuck, you’re so good. My baby’s so good,” Steve groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

He was desperately trying to stay quiet, as were you. Your daughter was asleep just down the hall, but Steve was making it so incredibly hard for you to stay quiet as your moans increased. He was thrusting so hard and deep that your entire body was alight with fire.

Your moans were loud and you were practically sobbing from pleasure as he completely ruined you on his dick.

“Oh god, I’m coming,” you moaned, fingers digging deep into his back, back arching as your high hit you hard, Steve groaning and him following quickly behind you.

You are still in the haze of mid orgasm when you heard crying and banging at the door.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Abbie cried, little hands and fists banging hard against the door.

“Shit,” you pushed Steve away, him barely having time to finish himself as you scrambled to sit up and grab your robe, “Something’s wrong, she’s crying.”

He sat up as quick as you, covering his lower half with the sheets as you rushed to the door. When you opened it, you saw Abbie in the doorway, clutching her stuffed animal bunny, tears streaming down her face.

“Mommy!” she flung herself into your arms as you bent down to pick her up to soothe her.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?”

You held her close as she whimpered, clinging to you.

“I don’t want mommy to die!” she cried.

“Honey, what are you talking about? Mommy’s okay. I’m okay, see?” you rubbed her back, trying to quieten her sobs.

“Sweetheart, mommy’s is okay,” Steve said, peering at her where she looked over at him from your shoulder, “You must’ve just had a bad dream.”

She sat back in your arms, shaking her head at Steve.

“No, I heard mommy crying and saying she going to see God!”

Your face froze in horror as you glanced at Steve, realizing the toddler had heard you two’s activities. You felt like throwing a pillow at him when he collapsed back against his pillow absolutely howling with laughter.

“What? Why daddy laughing?”

Poor Abbie looked bewildered.

“No reason. Come on, let’s get you back to bed, okay?”

You kissed her head, starting towards her room.

“So you’re not going to see God right now, right?”

All you could hear as you walked down the hall was Steve’s echoing laughter in answer.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things smut

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causethisismyblog · 2 years ago

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Episode 2 random thoughts and comments...

Again, please comment, reblog, answer if you can or if you have something to add!

How did Sara get into horse riding of its such an expensive thing to do. I figure she helped out at the stables and with the instructor enough to ride a bit at hillerska, but what did she do before? Or did she not ride before hillerska?

The fact that Simon calls Ayub and Rosh so they can wish Sara a happy birthday is sweet but also sad. Before now she didn't have her own friends to celebrate with so I assume Simon had them join their celebrations in the past so she wouldn't feel alone.

It's almost kind of sweet that Vincent never thought to try to remove August from being prefect, because it was his passion.

I'm just going to believe that Felice forgot her math book on purpose so that she would have an excuse for Sarah to sit with her. She made sure Wille would have to sit with Simon.

I feel like the only people comparing Wille to Erik, aside from himself, is the royal court. Also its like they cannot separate Wille from the Crowned Prince, they don't understand that they are two different beings.

Madi is so freaking adorable in her panda face mask!

What made Sara think to go through Felice's phone? Was she thinking she could find out how Wille knew it was August who leaked the video? Was she just wondering if Wille and Felice weren't 'just friends' like they kept telling everyone? Was she jealous that her best friend wasn't spending as much time with her?

Also why don't these people lock their phones? Seems crazy...

What is Linda doing well Simon is emptying his backpack. Are they planning a family reunion? A vacation? I need to know.

Simon putting on Wille's sweater forgetting that he is trying to get over him. But its like getting a hug from him. 😭

Simon looks so incredibly uncomfortable sitting with Marcus at his place to watch a movie. Like yeah Marcus just shut down his advances and that is awkward but that cant be why he looks so uncomfortable. ( Just in writing this I figured it out. Simon is uncomfortable because Marcus just told him that he cares about him a lot and wants more from him than just sex. But Simon knows that he does not care for Marcus beyond being a rebound and something to distract him from his thought of Wille. That makes so much more sense.)

The fact that Sara is able to sneak in and out of forest ridge house without being noticed multiple times almost feels like "fake news". Like someone had to have seen a glimpse of her once. Where's the 'August on the table' moment for this? Why isn't his privacy invaded for this instance.

Sara just so willing to sell out Felice just so August knows she didn't betray him. I don't get it. She knows how horrible a person he can be, and yet keeps coming back to him.

Sara with the boss energy just like "yep, wanna have sex with you" bye.... And August being so fucking confused. Love this scene. 🤣

Felice is just so effortlessly badass at the shooting range.

I choose to believe the reason Wille hit the second clay pigeon so well is because he imagined Marcus' face on it.

Sara is wearing the same dress Madi gave her for the fancy friday dinner she went to in season 1. Doesn't she have other fancy wear? Or is that dress just special because it was what she wore to the first fancy dinner?

Simon didn't really fight much against Wille when he suggested cheating in the race to be on the rowing team. If it bothered him so much later on why didn't he push back a bit more then Wille suggested it?

Vincent and everyone else had to have known that Wille and Simon cheated. There's no way they would've finished like that after starting so far behind. I have a theory that Vincent knew they cheated and didn't care, because they made it, they knew they would've lost and wanted not to so they found a way to. Vincent did say he wanted those on the team to be the ones who wanted it the most, never said anything about skill or integrity.

#young royals #yr2 #wille #simon #simon x wille #simon x wilhelm #sara #young royals analysis #felice #august #ayub #rosh #wilhelm #this show has such a tight hold on me

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brummiereader · 2 months ago

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@zablife I absolutely adore their friendship, Lee ❤️! I feel like I'm reliving my own teen years through them 🥰.

I love how Ada is slowly (forcefully🤭) opening Irene's eyes to a whole different side of life. She's like a little pocket rocket, full of curiosity and mischief. The only girl of a family of boys is often as feisty as them. She has to be, else she'll never survive! You've really captured young Ada perfectly ❤️!

"I don't believe the superstitions and neither should you!" Ada had advised" she's so practical for someone growing up in a house where superstitions are an ongoing theme. I'm really superstitious 🤦🏼��♀️, tell me anything and I'll believe it and stop doing it for the rest of my life 😂. So I can relate to Irene in this scene! I really enjoyed how you described her fears about entering the Shelby house with all the eery unusual objects scattered around. I feel like it's a perfect example of how it feels when you visit a new friends house when you're a teen. You're alway a little nervous that they might have some dark creepy secret going on you're gonna discover. Or maybe it was just my friends houses that gave me that feeling 😬😂.

“This is why we broke into your aunt’s shop?” Irene accused, her voice pitching higher than intended at the shock of seeing a whisky bottle peeking out from the edges of burlap. Oh no 🤦🏼‍♀️🤭. Her first introduction to teen binge drinking 😂.

I'm so in love with the dialogue between them. You've done an incredible job at describing the small mannerisms one would make when trying to pull a cork from a bottle, to the mumbled talking. I live for these details! It pulls me into the story as if I was there with them 😍.

Ada reached to grasp her friend’s hand in the darkness, giving a gentle squeeze. Gosh, my heart jumped a little with emotions when Irene opened up about her family and Ada grabbed her hand 😩😭. I found this part so beautiful, and so in par with how someone of their age would react. She showed no apprehension to comfort her friend, something us adults can overthink sometimes. We are too worried not to offend etc.

“I think I know what will cheer us up,” Ada suggested, rising to her feet. What's madam mischief up to now 🤭?

I found myself giggling so much during the next scene as they tried on the dresses. I'm still grinning at these lines... “You look simply marvelous,” she complimented in a posh accent. Twirling her friend closer she added, "for a giant banana" with a snicker of mischievous delight. 🤣! She's so much fun and I adore how she's bringing out Irene's playful side too...“Not nearly as lovely as you, my dear lace doily,” she snorted, hinging forward in a deep bow that nearly saw her face plant onto the workroom floor. Nobody wants to be a banana let alone a lace doily 😩😂!

I can't tell you enough how much I love this series. I wish this was canon 😭. I would have loved to see Ada's younger years with Irene. I'm loving the dynamics of their friendship and how they bring out the best in each other ❤️!

Green Gloves (Part 2)

Summary: Ada learns a bit more about Irene's family history as the girls' shenanigans continue.

Author's Note: If you'd like to see the way I picture Irene's family, check out her details here.

Warnings: mention of injury, death, underage drinking, vomiting

Part 1

Peering inside the quiet stillness of the betting shop, Irene gulped at the thought of crossing the threshold into the Shelbys’ lair. It wasn’t only the late hour that made her uneasy, she always had an eery feeling of being watched in this mysterious place.

When she first mentioned this to Ada, her observation was met with a dismissive chuckle and an explanation that it was only Aunt Polly’s traditions that made their home seem different. "I don't believe the superstitions and neither should you!" Ada had advised.

It was easier said than done when faced with the reality, however. Irene's head snapped at the slightest sound, her trembling voice echoing against Ada's back. “I don’t like this,” in a disapproving tone. Desperate fingers grappling at her friend’s elbow, she attempted to draw Ada from the double doors she knew to be strictly off limits.

“Why? Scared of the dark? Or Aunt Pol’s curses?” Ada teased, wriggling free of her grasp and quickly slipping inside.

Eventually losing sight of her friend and unwilling to follow, Irene stood rooted to the spot just outside the door. Eyes trailing toward the cracked ceiling, she strained to listen for footsteps indicating the formidable Polly Gray would appear to punish them.

The sudden twitch of her limbs revealed her state of anxiety, realizing she’d been holding her breath when the light headedness caused her to sway on her feet. Stumbling backward against the kitchen table, she propped herself up against the far end and silently cursed Ada for whatever errand was taking so long.

Though she wasn’t sure how long she might be waiting, Irene didn’t dare take a seat, her discomfort in her surroundings gnawing fiercely at her insides. She briefly thought of tidying the cluttered surface in front of her, hands reaching for a dirty teacup when she noticed the curious sight of Polly’s bible and rosary next to a stack of brightly decorated cards.

She hadn’t known what they were a few weeks ago, but now she had a rudimentary understanding of tarot. Ada explained her aunt gave readings as a way to provide solace to war widows and those clinging to the hope they wouldn’t soon fall victim. Though Irene hadn't decided how she felt about the practice, it was a detail about Ada's family Irene thought best not to mention to her devoutly religious mother.

A scuffle across the floorboards indicated Ada was returning from her mission, her triumphant whisper echoing through the corridor. “Found it!" Ada announced proudly as she beckoned Irene. "Time to go."

Irene didn’t ask what she was carrying in the small sack at her side. In all honesty, she didn’t care what Ada had come for, only that they were free to leave.

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“This is why we broke into your aunt’s shop?” Irene accused, her voice pitching higher than intended at the shock of seeing a whisky bottle peeking out from the edges of burlap.

“Shhh! Keep your voice down! Do you want your mum to catch us?” Ada scolded.

Irene clamped a hand over her mouth, peering into the hall before closing the door to her room. “S no crime to take somefin' from your own house,” came Ada's muffled reply, teeth clenched around the cork of the bottle to dislodge it.

Overcome with curiosity, Irene peered over Ada's shoulder asking, “Where did you find it?”

“Arthur...stashed... a bottle in...his office,” Ada struggled to reply, continuing to tug at the stubborn cork before eventually freeing it with a satisfying pop. She took a swig and recoiled at the burn at the back of her throat, then extended the bottle to Irene.

As Irene held the glass between her palms, she stared into the foul smelling liquid with trepidation. “Who’s Arthur?” she asked before taking a small sip and sliding the bottle back to Ada with a shiver.

Hands hovering at the neck, Ada’s fingers stilled momentarily and she seemed to hold her breath. Irene thought she detected a brief flicker of sadness in her eyes before she blinked it away with her usual irreverence. Her head bobbed slightly as she huffed out a little chuckle, “According to Polly, he’s an ignorant git who causes too much trouble."

As Ada drank some more, Irene studied her face for any sign she might continue, but the moment had seemingly passed. Attempting to hide the overexcited tremble in her voice, Irene ventured, “Is he your sweetheart?”

Laughter punctuated the silence, Ada’s shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she fell over, one hand clutching her mouth to stifle her soft snorts.

Irene looked on in utter confusion and slight annoyance. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

Pushing onto her elbows, Ada attempted to sit upright as she continued to chuckle, “That’s something Arthur’s never been called before!” Wiping a tear from her eye, she repeated, “sweetheart.” As Irene waited for an explanation, Ada waved her hand dismissively, “He’s my older brother.”

“Oh, of course,” Irene sighed, a note of relief evident in her voice. “You’d only mentioned John,” she added quickly, remembering the little house with tow headed children playing outside.

“I hadn’t meant to hide it. Honestly, I think I forget sometimes now that they’ve been away so long,” Ada uttered softly. Clearing her throat of any lingering sentiment, she explained, “There’s Arthur, Tommy and John besides me and Finn.” Sweeping the hair from her eyes, she asked, “And the Robinsons? Are there more brothers you’ve kept secret from me?” With a teasing wink, she passed the bottle back to her friend.

Irene shook her head as she tipped it against her lips, a dribble of amber liquid spilling down her chin. Wiping it away quickly to keep it from falling onto her dress, she was too preoccupied to stop herself from confessing, “Father would have preferred sons, but Martin’s the only one. What a disappointment for him, eh?”

As soon as she locked eyes with Ada’s curious stare, she pressed her lips together tightly. However, she had to admit the catharsis of saying the words aloud for the first time. Taking another gulp of whisky, she noted how little it burned now, the sudden warmth lapping at her spine to coax the truth from her with ease.

"I'm not sure what the point of it was, following the rules when Martin ignored them,” she snorted softly at the memory of the spirited disagreements between father and son, especially when Martin told them he intended to enlist. “Mum always said they could fight about everything and nothing, too alike for their own good."

Her gaze shifted to Martin’s books stacked by her bed, the beloved volumes entrusted to her care before his departure. She exhaled deeply, staving off the blooming ache in her chest at the notion of her loved ones assembled for the last time. A distant look in her eye, she confided quietly, “Sometimes I wonder if he might be alive if it weren't for Martin.”

"I don't understand," Ada admitted with a look of concern.

“He couldn’t bear to hear his only son had been gravely wounded, so he collapsed. Everyone says it was a weakened heart, but I think it was a broken one," Irene nodded softly to herself. "It's as though it only beat for one person." The rest of us weren't enough, she added in her mind, but the tears collecting along her lash line conveyed the sentiment.

Ada reached to grasp her friend’s hand in the darkness, giving a gentle squeeze. She'd never given much thought to Arthur Sr's opinion of her, but it was clear Irene's needs were different. There would always be a piece of her which craved the love and attention Mr. Robinson gave so freely to her brother.

Looking down at their interlaced fingers, Irene's heart swelled at the closeness and comfort. There hadn’t been much in the past year, her mum busying herself with the business of carrying on like the dutiful wife and mother she'd always been. Irene often thought how easy a decision it would be to trade this life for her old one, even with the squabbles and slights.

“Is your family close?” Irene asked suddenly, hazel eyes glistening with hope.

“Always within striking distance,” Ada smirked, earning a bubble of laughter from Irene.

“Can't be helped really with a family business," she explained with a shrug. "Arthur runs the betting shop with Tommy and John working under him,” she repeated, knowing the order of things as Polly had explained them many times over. It was important to know, lest others get the wrong impression while they were away that things would be any different after the war.

Irene suddenly felt a cold chill run down her spine at the thought of the infamous Shelby temper, head snapping toward the half empty bottle in her hand. “Shouldn’t we save the rest for Arthur if he comes looking?”

“Nah, fuck him!” Ada snickered, stealing it for another swig.

“Are you so sure he won’t return for it?” Irene laughed as her hand fell across Ada's in a disjointed attempt to grab at the bottle. She froze the moment the words left her mouth, fingertips brushing along Ada's knuckles as she relinquished her hold. “I’m so sorry, Ada. I'm not sure why I said that," she murmured in apology.

She felt her stomach lurch, threatening to overturn its contents and turned away from Ada with downcast eyes. "I've had too much,” she gestured to the bottle, hanging her head in shame.

“S’alright,” Ada replied, eyes glazing over from her own indulgence. With a wave of her hand she continued, "Pol says whisky is good proofing water." Placing her palm against Irene's back she added earnestly, "You're a good person."

Irene shifted, burying her head in her friend’s shoulder and inhaled the sweet scent of rose water with a hint of the unique tea in Aunt Polly's cupboards.

"Are you like her?" Irene wondered aloud.

"Hmmm?"

"Have you seen...things... in the cards, I mean?"

"Never tried," Ada admitted. "Nor the tea leaves."

"What's that?"

"Surely you noticed all the cups," Ada muttered. "Pol reads the leaves left over, to tell the future."

"She can?"

"So she claims. Predicted the death of our neighbor two years ago," Ada proclaimed before furrowing her brow with newfound concentration. "Come to think of it, she could have predicted your father's death...if you'd known her then, of course."

Irene shook her head violently. "No, I wouldn't have wanted to know."

"Really?" Ada asked, eyebrows raised. "I'd want to know if my old man dropped dead. Might throw a party," she grinned at the thought of the selfish bastard dying alone somewhere. However, the joke was lost on poor Irene who sat in heavy silence.

"F-forget I said anything," Ada stuttered awkwardly, hoping Irene would leave that particular conversation for another day. To her relief, exhaustion was quickly overtaking her friend, Irene's eyelids drooping beneath the weight of impending sleep. Her limbs growing heavy, she allowed her body to sink into Ada's side with a small sigh of satisfaction. Arm slung across Ada's waist, her breathing slowed and she found herself drifting toward peaceful slumber.

That is, until Ada suddenly jolted her awake.

“What is it? My mum?” Irene said, rubbing her eyes.

“I think I know what will cheer us up,” Ada suggested, rising to her feet.

“I don’t want any more whisky,” Irene protested, holding up a hand.

Ada only giggled as she took Irene by the arm and lead her out the door toward her mother’s shop.

“We can't go down there!” Irene hissed.

“I just want to try on a few dresses. Please, Irene!” Ada begged.

All fight gone from her body, Irene gave in with one stipulation, “Just one or two.” Ada nodded her head vigorously in agreement.

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An hour and a considerable amount of whisky later, both girls were prancing about the shop in frocks Mrs. Robinson had spent weeks preparing for the ladies of neighboring towns. Ada insisted Irene try a pale yellow dress even though she balked incessantly about it being her least favorite color. And in retaliation, Irene chose the first thing Ada showed true disdain for, a mass of ruffles and lace.

Standing before the full length mirror, Ada studied herself carefully, turning this way and that to see how she looked in the garment. Casting a jealous glance at Irene, she noted how much better her friend filled out the bodice of her dress. “I wish I had your tits,” Ada whined without realizing she’d actually said the words aloud.

“Seriously?” Irene asked with incredulous delight. “Gosh, I’d love to have your tiny waist!” Ada's cheeks flushed with heat, unable to remark as Irene ran her fingers along the boning of her dress with featherlight touch.

Their eyes locked in the mirror for a moment before Ada broke away to reach for Irene’s hand, promenading her partner around the shop with a flourish. “You look simply marvelous,” she complimented in a posh accent. Twirling her friend closer she added, "for a giant banana" with a snicker of mischievous delight.

Irene stuck her tongue out impishly, but chose to return the wayward compliment. “Not nearly as lovely as you, my dear lace doily,” she snorted, hinging forward in a deep bow that nearly saw her face plant onto the workroom floor.

Motionless against the cold boards, she was horrified to notice how they moved in undulating waves around her, Ada's legs swaying along. Irene shook her head with an unpleasant grimace. "Ada, stop moving!” she pleaded in a pitiful tone.

“M’not!” Ada protested. Glancing down at her very green looking friend, she suddenly began to panic. “Wait…are you going to be sick?”

“No!” Irene answered emphatically before bolting upright.

Ada knelt down to her, rubbing Irene’s back in soothing circles. “You'll be alright, won't you?"

Irene shut her eyes to the nausea building in the pit of her stomach, biting her lip in stubborn insistence that she could hold off the inevitable.

“That’s it,” Ada encouraged. “Wait for me to get this off you at least,” she muttered, fingers twisting in the buttons uselessly.

At that very moment, Irene hurled the contents of her stomach onto the dress, Ada and the floor.

Ada stopped short, muddled brain taking a long beat to process what had just occurred. Arms flopping by her sides dramatically she winced in despair, “Bloody hell, Irene!”

Taking a huge gulp of air, Irene turned toward her friend and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her ruined garment. Her watery eyes searched Ada's briefly before she fell back against the ground with a thud. "That's what you get for making me wear yellow," she chided before her eyes slammed closed.

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apiratecalledav · 2 years ago

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As requested, my Stranger Things season 4 thoughts. Spoilers, obviously.

Overall, I think it’s pretty awesome and the strongest season since the first, but there’s some worrying things plus a bit that I’m really peeved about.

The Good:

I’m digging the longer episodes. I normally hate over an hour (Thank you, ADHD) but I’ve been desperate for content for so long, that it’s just been glorious. The finale is supposed to be over two hours, though. That might be a bit rough.

I was worried they were going to try to redeem Brenner or retcon that he’s always been disgusting but I think I like the direction it’s going. I do hope they reveal how he survived though.

Every time El called Hopper “my dad” added a year to my life. Millie continues to knock it out of the park.

El, Jonathan, and Will being sibs. My heart is full. I hereby dub the Hopper/Byers clan as The Hyers family.

Dr. Owens is back! I adore Paul Reiser. I like that he’s a dash more morally gray than most of our protagonists but is ultimately still very decent. The way he tracked down El was straight up epic.

Argyle is funny as fuck but also a pure soul. I was a little apprehensive about “Jonathan becomes a stoner” but I think they’re pulling it off well. I definitely get why he’s stressed and depressed. Not being able to count on Hopper to step it up while Jonathan went off to school is not something I considered. Also, super different for Charlie acting wise and he’s nailing it.

I adored Chrissy! I love that she wasn’t some bitchy Barbie but super sweet and just a little bit goofy. The poor angel never had a chance.

Gah, those absolute badass agents trying to protect El and the Byer Boys. 😭

Suzie’s family being complete Cheaper by the Dozen chaos was unexpected yet so fitting. Plus comedy gold. “I will repent later.”

So happy to see Powell and Callahan again.

Steve’s face is still intact. Please keep it that way. That shit is so, so old and tired.

Everyone screaming “DRIVE” in unison gets me every time. Probably fav running gag.

The satanic panic stuff is good. I like that Jason has a sympathetic streak and believes his intentions are good. It makes him more interesting and makes it easier to get why others join him.

In general, I liked seeing that the jocks weren’t all just brainless meatheads and/or bullies. Bonus points for them always wearing their monogrammed jackets so I can remember their names! 🤣

I’ve been waiting a long time for all the parents to get together and realize their kids have been lying their asses off for years. I always imagined Joyce being there and awkwardly trying to explain while not actually explaining. But Erica was a good alternative.

And oh, Erica. Still hilarious, to no one’s surprise. I just love that she’s not the typical “precocious girl” archetype. She likes math, politics/current events, instead of being a bookworm or a techie and confident and outspoken and not a wallflower.

Her shutting down Jason and threatening Lucas with whatever is under his bed slayed me. “The whole couch is on fire” is my new way of saying “that’s bullshit.”

Joyce and Murray. I’m enjoying their dynamic and their adventure. A good, blend of mystery, suspense, action, and some charming zaniness. Murray as Yuri. My sides.

Yes, some of “Hopper the zek” stuff was a bit slow but they payoffs with his first escape and fighting the demogorgon were incredible. Not even getting into to his reunion with Joyce. Just. So. Precious and perfect.

Also, love Tom Wlaschiha since his Jaqen days. How many languages does that dude speak?? I’ll be so sad if he doesn’t get back to his little boy! They already got Alexei! They can’t have Dmitri, too!

Eddie was kinda cringe at first in the cafeteria scene and seemed like the new Billy but dang, did that turn around. I loved him in the woods with Chrissy and he’s only gotten better. I’m so here for the way he’s just an unapologetic weirdo instead of The Cool Guy or the Bastard.

Robin in Nancy’s clothes. I feel so seen. My sister would put me through that crap all the time when I was little.

Also thought it was nice that the hospital director admired Robin’s passion.

I’m liking Robin and Nancy being friends. It felt a lil forced at first but their field trip was everything I never knew I needed. Also, it’s nice we’re getting to see different characters interacting more.

The new cast/cameos/homages are delightful. ‘Specially Freddie Krueger as Victor Creel. Loved the initial Hannibal Lector vibe of the scene.

I am cautiously putting Mike and El here because they are long overdue to have some issues. But I hope things resolve between them because their relationship is a central part of the series to me.

Max writing a goodbye note for Steve. I don’t know why but I think that’s so adorable. I guess ‘cause it means he does hang out with the kids (besides Dustin) when the world isn’t in danger and he’s absolutely the big bro she deserves.

I straight up lost it when Dustin told Steve he was missing his collarbones but not his eyes. 🤣.

Hopper’s cabin getting a cameo.

I’ve started watching a second time (tagging along for my parents first viewing) and the foreshadowing is damn good.

It is so poignant that Will’s project was on Alan Turing. A gem of an Easter egg, for sure.

I thought we’d get a quick visit from Billy/Dacre and it was well done. I’m glad it wasn’t a flashback because there wouldn’t have been a good way to do it, imo. A happy memory would feel like romanticized bullshit and we didn’t need any more unhappy ones.

I saw some people complaining that Max mourned him at all but he was her brother. And despite being a colossal asshole, he did choose to die as a human being instead of “living” as a monster. There’s nothing wrong or unrealistic about how Max feels right now.

I cackled like a freaking loon when Lucas said, “when did Steve get so hairy?” Because I said the exact same thing the other day when rewatching season 3. For the first time, I noticed quite a bit of hair trying escape that Scoops Ahoy uniform and was a little shocked. 😂

On a more serious note, I always feel better seeing actors allowed to have body hair. Waxing is, like, borderline inhumane and since I’m not from the Capitol in The Hunger Games, people suffering for others’ entertainment makes me super uncomfortable.

The symmetry/parallels or whatever with Hopper and Brenner with El.

The Creel house. The first proper journey to the Upside Down (get them hazmat suits stat!) and their escape. Creepy, trippy, weird, and fascinating.

Max. Lucas. Need I say more? Prolly not, but I’m gonna: I think they’ve been the MVPs so far this season. Their separate storylines have been amazing but together? My heart!!! They might be promoted to OTP. What I initially liked about these two is they were so normal and lighthearted compared to Mike/El and Jonathan/Nancy. But this storyline has been so incredibly, believably, gorgeously told with stellar performances by Sadie and Caleb. The end of Dear Billy in particular is so, so beautiful. I hoped Running Up that Hill would feature this season and to actually have it be a plot point… 🥹 I listened to my favorite cover by First Aid Kit this morning and had a good cry.

I want to be pissed about how retcony the other numbers feel— Kali/Eight in season 2 definitely implied Brenner collected the kids from all over the world/they all had very different powers. But it’s done so well, I’m giving it a pass. I kinda dig that El is a middle child. Makes it feel different from “aha, the chosen one at last!” trope.

Vecna is a refreshing change of pace. I actually wish he was the Mind Flayer’s boss/the ultimate big bad. I think having him once be human makes him scarier and eviler. But I dunno, maybe they ARE all one thing he created? They’re building up to Dustin being wrong about something, I think. Which brings me to—

Holy shit, One. I don’t think I need to say more. I connected certain dots separately but not all of them together, if you get what I mean. Loved it. Plus, Jamie Campbell Bower is always good value.

The Bad

I’m disappointed with El thinking she’s a monster again. I think the bullying resurfacing some repressed memories was pretty good but... the storyline feels… kinda late? Especially since it’s a season long arc. I’d have liked it better if they told her straight off she wasn’t the one behind the attack. It’d be more interesting to me if her journey was about her learning to see past her mistakes and discovering why she’s heroic.

My boy Doc Owens not warning El that she was about to be reunited with assface. Dude, come on. Wtf. Redeemed himself some by chewing him out.

Will’s technically catching a break so far this season, which actually highlights how hellish his life has been. Obviously he wasn’t as close to Hopper as El was, but Hopper was also his (step)dad— Owens even acted like Hopper and Joyce were both Will’s parents in ST2– then he got dragged away from his home/friends; helplessly watched his sister suffer; his brother is becoming unrecognizable; he has a thing for his BFF, which is already complicated and painful enough without the fact that said BFF is also his sister’s boyfriend.😭 But hey, seven episodes in a row without a monster trying to eat him!

I totally get Robin changing a tad this season from being more comfortable/less guarded because of Steve. But here and there she seemed jarringly different (like how she’s suddenly no longer capable of “playing it cool”) and a few of her comic relief lines fell flat (the compass, earthquakes, attic.). It’s obvious she’s only here because we like her. Which brings me to…

I am starting to get nervous about how far things are starting to tilt towards fan service. Elements of it have been present since season two but alarm bells are ringing for me. I’d hate for this show to go the Glee route— pandering to (usually toxic) shippers, not wanting to change “the winning formula” which lets characters/situations get stale, etc. Sigh. At least we’re close to the end.

I don’t mind Jonathan and Nancy having problems, in fact, I’d probably find it ridiculous if they didn’t. But why THIS way? I loved in season 3 that they had real discussions, even about the ugly stuff. They hashed things out, opened up each other’s minds. I went from “yeah, they’re pretty cute” to “Hell, yeah, I ship it!”

It sucked to see that all go out the window. Obviously, they’re still kids, so I wasn’t expecting anything super mature. But both of them avoiding/ignoring their problems felt lazy. At the very least, why couldn’t they have been taking a break? Which brings me to—

The Ugly

Steve and Nance having romantic tension again. Barf.

I was somewhat prepared— that weirdly intimate scene in the trailer combined with the complete lack of a potential love interest for Steve among all the new characters. But still. Just… why.

I see some bearable avenues they can take with this but I don’t think it’s necessary and it makes Nancy look awful: Like a serial cheater or that she only wants what she doesn’t have and like still doesn’t grasp how shitty Jonathan’s situation is. She grew up so much, especially last season, and they’re just… pissing all over it??

It’s a little easier to swallow on Steve’s end but I felt like he also really regressed in the early episodes— still so desperate for female attention and just doing the dating equivalent of “throwing it all at the wall and see what sticks.” If they had to have him make heart eyes at Nancy again, then he should’ve still had girls treating him like a townie loser who peaked in high school.

I thought Dustin cheerleading R/S when he barely knew Robin was juvenile writing but at least Dustin was young. Robin practically encouraging Nancy to cheat? Ew. Eddie, who’s probably 20 as a third time senior, declaring what is “true love” between two perfect strangers?

Holy fuck, if it’s not intentionally paralleling Dustin being “ wrong” about Steve and Robin then it is so painfully amateurish that I do not have words. Only Murray can get a pass on that kinda thing because he’s been established as borderline clairvoyant from early on.

Also, a couple of the effects aren’t on par with most of them. One’s transformation and the demobat battle were silly looking. Normally I’m very forgiving of tv show budgets but with how great everything else looked, it was a bit jarring.

TL;DR most of it is awesome, with Max, Lucas, and Lumax being the best. But I fear they’re relying too heavily on fan service and I’m scared it could be the show’s downfall. Also, my tolerance for bullshit love triangles was obliterated about a decade ago.

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kepnerandavery · 4 years ago

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My favourite quotes from Romancing Mister Bridgerton..

1. “If sin could take a solid form, surely it would be a pastry.”

I relate to this statement on an emotional level. At the same time, a single cream puff is more captivating than half the men I’ve encountered in my life, so.. 😅

2. “But when Penelope was in the company of someone with whom she felt comfortable— and Colin realised that he was probably privileged to count himself among that number— she had a dry wit, a sly smile, and evidence of a very intelligent mind, indeed.”

So the dude’s not completely oblivious to how amazing she is. That’s a start, i guess. I mean, it’s not like he’s know her for twelve years or anything 😂

3. “He made her more confident, more daring. He made her more... herself. Or at least the herself she wished she could be.”

Colin making her more sure of herself without even trying to, is so precious. Also, the sudden rush of confidence is probably the only pro of unrequited love, if there ever was one 😂

4. “But he sensed that Penelope's feelings depended on his next words, and at some point in the last ten minutes, her feelings had become very important to him.”

I’m so sure that these two could’ve totally fallen in love way sooner, if they ever got the opportunity to have a real deep conversation 😢

5. “I've often thought it foolish that a man asks a woman's father for her hand before he asks her. The father doesn't have to live with him.”

Okay, Eloise Bridgerton is stan-worthy just for this statement alone 😂😂

6. “He didn't think she wanted to go, but he somehow knew that she would. She'd think it was the proper thing to do, and she'd probably also think it was what he wanted. Nothing, he was surprised to realise, could be further from the truth. And nothing could have scared him more.”

I really like how we get to see Colin’s entire inner monologue throughout the discovery of his feelings for Penelope & how each new realisation terrifies him more than the previous one🤣

7. “You're not going to die tomorrow!” he somehow managed to get out. “But I could! I could, and it would kill me, because—” “You'd already be dead,”

Penelope is having a full-on meltdown & Colin’s out here making dumb jokes. Did I laugh at said dumb joke? Absolutely 😂

8. “He looked at her, and somehow he didn't see the woman he'd seen so many times before. She was different. She glowed. She was a siren, a goddess, and he wondered how on earth no one had ever noticed this before.”

All it took was twelve years and one kiss, but the fact that someone finally started to see how incredible she was & that it was the only person she ever wanted to impress 😭

Also, How is it possible that every single Brigerton brother is an oblivious fool when it comes to love? Plus, they somehow manage to reach new heights of stupidity by innovating their own versions obliviousness 😆

9. “She was strange that way. She always remembered the days of the week. She'd met Colin on a Monday. She'd kissed him on a Friday. Twelve years later.”

There is something so sweet about this quote. The hopeless romantic in me is not okay 😢

10. “I like you, Miss Featherington. I don't like a lot of people. It's as simple as that. And I want to see you happy.”

Lady Danbury is the real MVP of this book. In the few days that she was around Penelope, she had done a better job at offering her emotional support, than Portia Featherington had done in her whole life. Penelope truly deserved her adoration 😊

11. “I will not be insulted by that... by that nothing!” Cressida fumed. She turned to Penelope with a seething glare and hissed, “I demand an apology.” Penelope just nodded slowly and said, “That is your prerogative.” And then she said nothing more. Colin had to physically wipe the smile from his face.”

Colin Bridgerton is the founder & president of the “I heart Penelope Featherington club”, he just doesn’t know it yet 😍

12. “And then, before he even realised what he was doing, he'd facilitated Penelope's departure, and she left he scene without his ever having apologised to her. He supposed he should have deemed the evening a failure for that reason alone, but in all truth, he couldn't quite bring himself to do so. After all, he'd spent the better part of five minutes holding her hand.”

Okay, this is the cutest part of the entire book for me. How endearing is that they were holding hands the entire time. And that Colin was fawning over that fact like a love sick puppy 🥰🥰

13. “A fire like that was nothing compared to the feelings coming to a boil in his chest. Penelope had better have a damned good reason for coming out here by herself. She shouldn't be going anywhere unaccompanied, much less the city.”

Okay, the fact that he didn’t realise that he loved her at this moment, shows just how emotionally unaware he is 😂

14. “She wasn't beautiful. She knew she wasn't beautiful, she knew she'd never be more than passably attractive, and that was only on her good days. But he thought she was beautiful, and when he looked at her... She felt beautiful. And she'd never felt that way before.”

This is so sad & romantic at the same time 😭

15. “For God's sake, Penelope,” he said, grabbing her hand and yanking her down. “Are you going to marry me or not?”

Okay subtly? He doesn’t know her. Every man should propose to their girlfriend after having a full blown make out session at the back of a carriage. That’s the least they could do for having us put up with their idiocy for eternity 😂

16. “He hadn't realised just how tense Penelope's misery was making him. And she was definitely miserable. Good God, he couldn't wait to remove her from the bosom of her ridiculous family.”

Colin’s got such a pure soul. I’m fully convinced that if it came down to it, he would physically fight Portia for Penelope🤣

17. “But Felicity is unmarried, and—” “So are you,”he pointed out. “I know, but I'm old, and—” “And Felicity is an infant,” he spat.”

I can’t even. This entire conversation was so chaotic 😂

18. “Mrs. Featherington," Colin said tightly, "I suggest you begin treating my future wife with a bit more respect.”

Two words. Husband material 😍

19. “She was amazing. He didn't know how he hadn't realised it before, when he'd already known that she was smart and lovely and witty and resourceful. But all those adjectives, and a whole host more he hadn't yet thought of, did not add up to the true measure of her.”

Freaking finally ❤️ ❤️

20. “It was difficult to compete with food for Colin's attention.”

All is fair in love & food. Food comes before anything. Even love 😂

21. “For ten years, you have made people laugh. You've made them wince. You've made them think, Penelope. You have made people think. I don't know what could be a higher achievement.”

Colin should be a professional compliment giver or maybe a greeting card writer. But the fact that he put his jealousy aside & truly praised her talent in such a profound way, was so amazing 😍

22. “You may scold me all you wish for not having proposed years ago.”

For Colin, the only possible match for Penelope is himself. He knows that he’s been her soulmate all along & how much they both lost out on because he took so long to realise it 😢

23. “Our daughters should have money of their own. Separate from their dowries.”

Penelope is such an icon. What a queen. The bridgerton women should all start a feminist group. Their spouses would be their spokesmen 😊

24. “I love you, I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for everyone of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles.”

These two are the absolute cutest. The fact that he said “I love you with my past”, makes me feel emotional on so many different levels 😭❤️

Also, where did the Bridgerton brothers learn how to give such romantic speeches? And why is Colin low-key almost as good at it as Anthony is? Did he give both Benedict & Colin a crash course, or what? 😂

25. “Tell you what?” “Why Colin sent us that abominably cryptic note instructing us to stick to you like glue all evening.” “He did?” “Yes, and may I point out that he underlined the word glue.”

The idea of Colin underlining the word “glue” is so funny to me. Also, I love how the family took it so literally. They’re all such wholesome idiots 🤣

#polin #penelope x colin #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #romancing mister bridgerton #bridgerton #favourite bridgerton quotes

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cjracingpnf · 3 years ago

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Day Six, Part 5: Let's Talk About "What Might Have Been!"

As we begin entering the crescendo of this mini-series (heh see what I did there xD), we have now reached what in my opinion is one of the greatest songs ever written for Phineas & Ferb, and in my opinion the highlight (or at least highlight 1b) of "Act Your Age". In all the ups and downs that AYA had, "What Might Have Been" was magnificently done, musically, lyrically, and in the story that it told, and I am so excited to talk about it today.

I do want to mention, I really don't know anything about what makes music great or not🤣, or what makes good music lyrics. So instead, I will be focusing on the story within the lyrics, and why it meant so much to me.

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Starting from a macro point of view, the heaviness of the song stands out. The vast majority of the Phineas & Ferb songs are cheery, funny, light-hearted songs, many of them absolute bops that put a smile on your face whenever you hear them.

"What Might Have Been" however… Well I want to say that I've listened to the song probably 8-10 times times over the last 3-4 months, and while writing this have read the lyrics in full, and I've teared up every time🥺😭. It's an incredibly emotional song, reflecting on both the past and the present of Phineas and Isabella's lives, and when we look at it from each of their point of views, creates a picture that pulls at the heartstrings if you at all care about these two.

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While Isabella is the one who starts the song, I want to begin with Phineas, who's life was turned completely upside down by the realization that his best friend of at least 11 years (and in my opinion their whole lives) had a huge crush on him that he had never realized, despite in retrospect even he admitting that she had been "quite overt" about it.

Phineas' solo portion of the song deals mainly with regret over not having realized it until then, including the sorrowful quote,

"I tried to make the most of every day,

But now the years just seem misspent…"

To hear Phineas say that, to show the regret for having been so focused on his daily goals that he wasn't able to the one beside him open her heart out to him, it's a sad and touching moment the realization going through his mind of all that he missed or didn't understand.

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As for Isabella… I know I mentioned it some when I talked about her a few days ago in this AYA mini-series, but thinking about not only the heartache and the pain she must have felt to give up on her feelings for him, but also thinking about the strength she must of had to be able to push through it all and prepare herself to move on without him, especially considering when she sings,

"'Cause I like you more than every other

Thing I like combined…"

To somehow be able to get past all of those emotions, thinking that she was finally "over him"… to then have a single photograph bring all of those memories back… it's a truly heartbreaking feeling to think about, especially putting oneself in her shoes.😭

As we reach the main portion of the song, Phineas & Isabella singing together in unison without them realizing it, going back and forth wondering how their lives could have been different had they gotten together before (including how they would have been called "Phinabella", which is entirely correct and I can totally see their friends teasing them to no end about it🤣), it begins to hit home, everything that they could have been able to do together, all the adventures that they missed, the memorable times they could have had…

And then, as if the daydreams we were having about how their lives could have been were heard, we get hit with a line straight to the heart...

"We could've been together,

All you had to say was when

And though I wanted so much more,

I guess you'll always be my friend…"

… I'm gonna be honest, I've teared up every single time I've listened to or read the end of that line😭🥺🥺🥺, both of them wanting to have been so much more, and them begrudgingly accepting that at least they would always be friends… It hurts a bit to think about how much they cared for each other, the moments that they shared together, the bond that had grown between them…

Am so very glad Isabella made the decision to turn around!!😁👏🧡💗

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Ultimately, if looking at this through a realistic sense, I do think that Phineas and Isabella would have somehow, someway, gotten together even if Isabella had not turned around to say goodbye. It may have been in College, considering Phineas knew through Baljeet where she was going, or it could have happened afterwards, but true love overcomes all, and I genuinely believe that they both cared for each other so much that it still would have happened.

Fortunately, Phineas and Isabella didn't have to wait any longer than they already had, because Isabella did turn around, did wait for him to come back, and come tomorrow, we will take a look at the moment everyone was waiting for!🧡💗

Thank you so much for reading, apologies for this coming out so late in the day, I've had a busy day, but I am so excited to be able to finish this mini-series👏👏😁!

Until then, God Bless, and Carpe Diem!

#Act your age #Aya #Phinabella #Phineas Flynn #Isabella Garcia Shapiro #What might have been #😭😭😭#Phinbella #Phineas and ferb #Trying not to cry too much #Mission failed we'll get them next time #Opinion #PhinabellaDay #PhinabellaDay2022 #Love these two so much!

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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Alright Brummie, here we go *cracks her fingers*

I’ve never jump so fast on a chapter update than I did with your series. I really appreciate how you explore Tommy’s weakness through sex because even if your portrayal obviously differs from the TV show this is definitely an excellent canon reference. The flashback are just perfectly handled, just like a movie, and your prose flows so smoothly that I devoir your words. I think the fact Y/N reluctantly allowing to give her body with him was a very difficult scene to read psychologically speaking, because while Tommy not raping her, she definitely does it only as a way to avoir brutal punishments and the pleasure she experiments has a very bitter after taste. Now that he got what he want I’m afraid she’d lose the only think that allowed her to have a certain power over him. Pretty sure he will always want more and more, until it becomes a daily reward for him. That being said, I must admit that the smut was particularly hot and enjoyable to read lmaoo This was… ugh 🔥 especially Tommy’s sentence “I want this to last”. I’m not a Tommy girlie but it did made me giggle like a schoolgirl Brummie 🤣 Besides, I LOVE the fact she holds power over him because he’s absolutely not in control in this kind of moment.

The whole scene in the bathroom is chilling. The way you describe Tommy leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and waiting for her to get up of the bathtub is feels like Reader is trapped. Even if he ultimately gives her a towel, his fixed gaze upon her beautifully mirror the control and power he exerts. I don’t know how you do it but each of Tommy’s apparition, even the most apparently sympathetic one, makes me wince. You’re an incredible writer and definitely know how to stir emotions in your audience through your prose. You did not just create a despicable character. You created a terrifying and creepy monster who’s always lurking in the shadows behind Y/N.

At this point, I bit my tongue when I read about Tommy’s reaction to the dress — His obsession and need for control becomes too overwhelming. I was feeding so much for her at that moment. When Ada, then Arthur bring her away for Tommy but she still quickly glanced at him with fear it made my heart sunk. She’s so terrified because she knows he’s going to flip a lid as soon as they would be alone. I love how you wrote this passage, how a simple detail as simple as a dress becomes a whole source of fear: realistically tragic.

Now… —And I’m trying to stay calm— The cameo… OKAY BRUMMIE I YELLED. Thank you, like I don’t have words strong enough but thank you from the bottom of my heart. As I told you I wasn’t expecting her to have a proper role, but rather to be quickly mentioned once. This is far beyond my expectation and I’m genuinely moved. You should have seen how my face lit up when I arrived to that part. And you know what? You wrote it with so much perfection and accuracy that she could be your OC. From Arthur’s clingy behavior and pride, with him nuzzling his nose in her neck and Heaven giggling in response, to the way she healed Reader’s wrists and pulled her close to then warn her, everything was *chief kiss*. I could not have written it better myself — especially the magnificent description of her physical traits with the light reflecting on her porcelain skin. 😭 You even accurately portrayed the mutual hatred he and Tommy share, with a game of cold looks. I just LOVED how he immediately grabs Y/N and forces her away, calling Heaven the Devil’s bride. Everything was just… Incredibly well written. I’m beyond touched Brummie. Thank you so much for adding little Heaven in my fav series 😭🤍✨ Besides being an adorable cameo, her premonition is 100%accurate. I also love the stark opposition between YN/Tommy and Heaven/Arthur. I was like “plsss guys, hide her in ur home pls”

However, I must say I was about to smash my keyboard when I learned he hid to her the info about the mother being sick and undergoing her treatment in the hospital. WHAT A FUCKING SICK AND DISGUSTING BASTARD. I swear it made me literally angry. How evil was that!!! And then he still manages to twist it saying it was for her own good because she has far too overwhelming reactions?? Ohh get fucked Tom. You just want to isolate her from everything.

I am so happy we know everything about the knife scene now! Of course it was awfully frightening and it explored the madness of Thomas but what I liked the most is that you’ve managed not to make it edgy. You could have gone Tommy to really stab her or something but no. I got chills when he walked to her and almost forced the knife in him, daring her to hurt him. Also, the chase for her in the mansion is a frightful sight. Especially when he’s standing in front of the stairs with a devilish grin and a bloodied knife in his hand. This is pure masterpiece aesthetically speaking.

My favorite quote was definitely: “I love you too, Tommy” You said, one tear rolling down your cheek. As easy as the words are, they hold an indescribably power and cleverly summarize the whole series. She’s definitely in love with the image of him pre-war and she is trapped by the few moments of tenderness Tommy has. Ironically speaking, I don’t think he really loves her in a conventional way. In my opinion —which must be wrong lmao— Tommy is obsessed with her. A devouring obsession that would cause her but also his end. He needs to own her like an object, to manipulate her, but at the same time he needs her to love him and be dependent. So yeah, don’t think he’s able to feel love. He really made me think of a turbulent child, who throws terrifying fits when he does not have what he wants, but can suddenly become all nice for a short time when everything is fine. However I am REALLY curious about that moment of vulnerability that flashed in his eyes. Is it only because of a post-sex high? Or does he hide a kind of trauma himself that could explain why he has lost his mind? Because we all know it’s not going to be “I love her so I’m gonna change and there take your happy ending”.

Now that our sweet Y/N had managed to escape, I can’t help but wonder where will she go… Tommy controls the whole city so I don’t think she’ll be able to hide from him 😭😭 Anyway sorry for the long-ass comment, I could have gone for hours but I think it’s better if i stop her. Once again, this is a wonderful and well written chapter with brilliant plot twists. Your updates never fail to make me fangirl over your series. I can’t wait for more Brummie, this is just incredible. 🥰

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Killing Me Softly (PART FIVE/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: Some unexpected news sends you into turmoil. With only one person to blame for the information being withheld from you, the evening ends with someone getting hurt.

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of blood, smut, angst, controlling behaviour, toxic relationship, psychological mind games, psychological abuse, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Writers note: This chapter starts where the flashback in chapter one ended. There is then another flashback to what happened that day, until we return to the present again. There is a small cameo from my lovely mutual @call-sign-shark OC, Heaven. Her presence in this chapter is very fitting to the story as she will be the one to give the reader an ominous warning. If you haven't already checked out the series "Heaven In Your Eyes" (Arthur Shelby x Reader/ OC Heaven) then please do, it's an incredible series and so beautifully written.

" Tommy please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, wait...wait!"

With the bloodied knife in his hand Tommy pushed you up against the closed door of your bedroom, the handle digging into your lower back as his other hand wrapped around your throat.

" Tut tut, now don't you start crying darling, you brought this upon yourself. Go on, look down, look at what you did" he said grabbing your face, his bloody fingers digging into your cheeks as he made you look at the large gash on his forearm.

"Tommy please..." You pleaded, an unstoppable flow of tears streaming down your face as you looked down at his bloodied arm.

" Don't worry love, I won't cut you, don't want to scar my pretty little wife's skin" he smiled darkly as he dropped the knife on the floor. "But I will punish you" he added, anger in his face as he started unbuckling his belt, your eyes widening in fear as he smirked at your reaction. "A good hiding never hurt anyone sweetheart, you'll thank me when it's over" he said turning you around, your cheek flat against the door as he lifted your night gown, your naked body now on display.

" Tommy I'm sorry, I love you, don't do this" you begged trying to reach for him.

" What was that?" he asked, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.

" I love you Tommy"

"And I love you darling" he chuckled placing a kiss to your cheek, his lips forming a smile against your soft skin as his hand caressed your exposed skin. Getting his belt ready, Tommy folded it in half as he brought it up into the air, his head tilted as a smirk spread across his face whilst he looked down at your uncovered body.

" Tommy wait!" You pleaded once more, quickly turning around to face him. Cupping his cheeks you crashed you lips onto his as he grabbed the back of your neck pulling you away from him, a look of confusion on his face at your sudden show of desire.

" Tommy, please" you said as you stroked the side of his face, trying to calm the anger rising inside him, only for him to scoff in response at your pathetic attempt to make him stop. You don't know why you did it, maybe you had become as twisted as him, learning his ways of manipulation. Or maybe you desperately wanted to feel something, anything after weeks of feeling so empty and alone. Bringing your hand towards your body, you started undoing the front of your gown, your eyes hooded as you traced your collarbone with your trembling fingers. Lust quickly filling his eyes, Tommy swallowed harshly as he let go of the belt in his hand, dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Moving his hand up your stomach Tommy cupped your breast, gently squeezing it in his palm as he watched you close your eyes in response, a quiet moan leaving your lips. Feeling his mouth go dry, Tommy gazed at you as your body melted under his touch. You was giving yourself to him willingly. He had waited for this moment for so long that nothing would stop him now...he was going to have you.

Flashback to earlier that day...

Laying in the bath you closed your eyes as you leaned back further, the water now muffling the sound of the workmen downstairs preparing for the event Tommy had planned for tonight. You breathed in deeply, your hands gliding along the bubbles that encircled you, peace, finally. The last few days had been a lot easier since you relented to Tommy's control. You understood the rules of your relationship, you was to do as he wished as he wanted, never to talk back, never to disobey, always be the dutiful wife, a trophy on his arm.

"Y/N" Tommy said standing over you in the bath. "Y/N" he repeated once again. Opening your eyes you abruptly sat up to see your husband glaring down at you, his jaw clenched as he looked over your body, your soap covered breasts fully on display teasing the frustration that had built up in him over the past month.

" Tommy" you replied in surprise as you slipped back down into the water to cover your body. Bending down next to the bath, Tommy dipped his hand into the water, rubbing the bubbles between his fingers as he looked back at you.

" Everyone will be arriving in an hour" he said as he took in your flushed face, his stare reddening you cheeks even more as his fingers glided along the water.

" I'll be ready in time Tommy, I promise" you said as you watched him pick up the sponge from the side of the bath, soaking it in the water.

" There will be a lot of important people at this event, I want you to be on your best behaviour" he added as he brought the sponge up to your shoulder, gently brushing it along your arm.

" I will Tommy" you nodded as you watched his eyes look over your body, the bubbles slowly starting to disintegrate around you. " The waters getting cold, I should get out"

" Seems alright to me" Tommy replied, dipping his hand back into the bath to check its temperature.

" I have to get ready. I want to make myself pretty for you" you said smiling to him as Tommy let out a small chuckle In response.

" You're always pretty Y/N" he replied standing up, walking back to the door, his shoulder now leaning against the frame as he waited for you to get out. With no towel within your reach you stayed seated in the bath as Tommy looked back at you, watching the apprehension grow in your face.

" Do you need this?" He asked looking at the neatly folded towel on the chair next to him. Nodding, your eyes darted between him and your arm covering your chest.

"Well come get it then" he replied, a dark grin spreading across his face as he watched your nervousness.

"I'll put water everywhere" you said looking to him, swallowing harshly at his words. Taking pity on your shyness Tommy reached for the towel and passed it to you.

" Thank you" you replied, wrapping it around your body as you stood up making your way to your vanity, your husband following behind you.

" You're so beautiful Y/N" he said as he stood behind you whilst you sat at the dressing table brushing your hair. Nuzzling his head into your neck, Tommy kissed along your jaw as his hands came down over your shoulders, inching ever closer to the towel wrapped around your body.

"Mr Shelby, there's a problem with the band" a voice said from behind the door as Tommy's hands came to a stop.

" Can it not fucking wait?" he replied placing his hands to his hips in frustration as he turned to look at the door.

" Mr Shelby, they're saying they will leave if they don't get paid upfront"

" Fuck sake, can I never have a moment alone with my wife" Tommy muttered under his breath as he looked at you in the reflection of the mirror staring back at him. Sending him a small smile, Tommy pushed the hair away from your neck as he leant down to place a kiss to your cheek.

The moment the door to the bedroom shut, you slumped back into your chair, your fingers coming up to pinch between your brows. You only had yourself to blame, you thought as you searched for the girl you once was in the mirror In front of you. You agreed to this, you chose this life and now you had to deal with the consequences of your rushed decision. Paint on a smile and carry on, that's what you was always taught, you thought to yourself as you stared your reflection down. With no other option that's exactly what you did, you painted on a smile like any dutiful obedient wife would.

Walking down into the foyer, you looked around at the many guests that had now filled the once empty space. An evening for people to make new contacts, make business deals, introduce themselves into the political world, a world Tommy envisaged himself in with you by his side.

"Well Mr Shelby, you certainly are a lucky man" a gentleman standing next to him said as he nodded in your direction. Turning around Tommy's eyes widened at your choice of dress, a dress he had picked for you to wear for him in private. A dark silk green gown that dipped at the back with a long slit at the front that reached your upper thigh.

" Excuse me" Tommy said, anger in his voice as he clenched his fist at the man's perverted thoughts. With one hand holding tightly onto the bottom of the bannister you watched as your husband stormed over to you.

" What are you wearing?" Tommy said quietly as he pushed himself up against you, covering your body to anyone who dared to look at you.

" Tommy it's the only evening gown I have" you said nervously as you looked at the irritation spreading across his face.

"A dress I brought for my eyes only, not for these old fucks gawking at you. Are you enjoying it? Them staring at you like that? Tommy seethed as his hand started to dig into your lower back. " You're upsetting me Y/N and you know what happens when I get upset. Go change" he said turning you around as you nodded profusely.

" Y/N, darling" Polly said grabbing your arm, spinning you around. " Wow, look at you, you look beautiful love" she said holding your arm out so she could get a better view of your dress. " Very chic" she smiled winking to you. " Come on let's get a drink" she said as your eyes darted to Tommy, panic started to set in as your husband stared you down. You would certainly pay for your disobedience later, you thought to yourself as you walked away from him, his eyes piercing into you.

" Hey you" Ada said as she approached you. " You ok? You look exhausted" she asked, her hand on your arm as concern filled her eyes.

" I'm fine, just not sleeping well that's all"

"I understand, you must be so worried"

" Worried?" You questioned confused.

" Your mum being in hospital and everything. She's getting the best help possible Y/N, Tommy's making sure of it. I know it's been almost two weeks since she's been in there, but she'll be out soon" Ada said, looking at you sympathetically as tears built up in your eyes. " Oh for god's sake, no no no, those are supposed to go over there, by the table with the rest of the food. Sorry hun, we'll catch up later, ok?" she called out, as she followed one of the waiters carrying a silver tray of canapés.

Your mother's sick. Holding onto the closest thing to you, your body felt like it had collapsed in on itself as you scrambled to grab a glass of champagne on the table beside you. Downing it in one you picked up another as you looked over to Tommy staring at you, pinching the bottom of his lip. You was making a fool of yourself he thought as he watched your grab a third glass of champagne. He told you to behave and you hadn't listened...his wife a drunk mess, what an embarrassment. Downing the third glass, you glared back at Tommy, you knew this was all his doing. Your anger was close to boiling over as you clutched onto the glass in your hand. How could he not have told you your mother was sick, you thought to yourself as you found your feet marching towards him, Tommy completely unaware of you closing in on him as he talked to one of the many guests he had invited. You didn't care if you made a scene, in fact you wanted to, you wanted everyone to see the lengths your husband had gone to make your life miserable. Just as you was about to reach him you felt someone grab your arm turning you around.

" Y/N" Arthur said stopping you. "Come here, I want you to meet someone" he continued, his arm around your shoulder as you glanced back at Tommy, your opportunity taken away.

" Y/N, meet my little slice of Heaven" Arthur said letting go of you as he approached a young woman in front of you." My Angel" he said wrapping his arm around her waist as he nuzzled his nose into her neck whilst she giggled in delight.

"It's so nice to finally meet you Y/N" she said brushing her ivory white locks behind her shoulder as her porcelain skin glistened under the candle light. She was mesmerising, Arthur was right, she was an angel.

" Oi, get back here, I'm bloody dying of thirst" Arthur shouted as he chased down a waiter, leaving you alone with Heaven.

" You fell off your horse" she said narrowing her eyes in at someone behind you as your brow scrunched in confusion. How did she know that? Gently taking your hand into hers, you watched her fingers trace over the redness of you skin as she lovingly rubbed away the pain.

" Better?" She smiled, as you moved your wrist in circles, the soreness suddenly vanishing.

"How did you.." you started to say until Heaven pulled you close to her, your stare fixed on the figure approaching you both in the reflection of her eyes.

" Fire burns endlessly in Y/N. He will never let you go. He will hunt you down and live forever through you" she whispered into your ear letting go of you arm as you felt the familiar hand of your husband on your lower back.

" You ladies getting along" Arthur approached with a drink in his hand winking to you both.

" Arthur...Heaven" Tommy said as he cleared his throat, disdain in his voice at her name. The tension was palpable, it was a stand-off piercing stares between Tommy and Heaven as you and Arthur silently looked on.

" Come on darling we have people to meet" Tommy said turning to you, guiding you to the center of the foyer as Heaven's eyes quickly darted to you, panic in her face as she watched you walk away from her.

"What were you doing talking to that witch?" Tommy seethed as he grabbed your arm, bringing you closer to him. " She's the Devil's bride, straight from hell, did she touch you?" he asked as he glared at the long haired woman once more, fear and superstition engulfing his thoughts.

" The only one straight from hell is you" you replied through gritted teeth as you pushed him off you. " You evil bastard, how dare you not tell me about my mother being sick.

" What the fuck did you just call me, eh?" Tommy said grabbing you forcefully by the arm as he dragged you into a small closet room.

" My own mother Tommy" you cried as he shut the door behind you. " My own fucking mother!" you said lunging at him as you repeatedly hit him in the chest. Wrapping his arms around you, he held onto you tightly as your knees went weak.

" I didn't tell you because of how you would react, you see how you get? Look at you Y/N, you need me, you're too emotional to make decisions for yourself. Your mother will be released from hospital in a few days, and if you behave we will go visit her, ok?" Tommy said as he held you out in front of him, your shoulders limp as you nodded to his words, defeated once again.

"Understood?"

" Yes Tommy"

Brushing the tears from your face, Tommy's smile suddenly dropped as he grabbed hold of your chin.

" I'll let this time slide, you're clearly unstable after hearing about your mother. But I warn you Y/N embarrass me like that again, and I'll make sure it's the last time you're ever seen in public" he reiterated as he held tightly onto you chin, your tears falling onto his hand, as his eyes pierced in to you.

Straightening his Tux out Tommy opened the door to the closet, clearing his throat as he walked out.

" Minister, have you met my wife" Tommy said turning around to face you, his hand out waiting for you as you brushed away your tears, a smile painted on your face.

Standing at the kitchen counter you grabbed hold off the whiskey bottle in front of you, staring it down. Another wouldn't hurt you thought to yourself as you poured the bitter liquor into your empty glass. Everyone had left the party a few hours ago, and you had played the role you was supposed to play. You smiled, you laughed you listened to the endless talk of current political matters, all the time Tommy standing next to you, his hand possessively resting on your lower back for the remainder of the night. Now you found yourself alone in the dark, trying to fill the emptiness inside you, the moonlight dancing on your skin each time you raised the glass to your lips.

" Why are you not in bed? " you heard your husbands voice say, his presence being made known by the smell of tobacco filling the air, suffocating your lungs like the invisible hand you constantly felt around your neck . How long had he be standing there, watching you? You questioned, keeping your back to him.

" I asked you a question" Tommy said irritated like a parent scolding their unruly child. Clenching your fist, your jaw tightened as your eyes filled with tears, the knife laying beside you calling your name. Moving your hand slowly along the marble surface you laced your fingers around the handle, clutching it tightly as you whole body began to tremble.

"Y/N" Tommy said again as you turned around, the knife now in your hand, pointing in his direction. A smile forming on his lips Tommy let out a dark laugh as he put his hands in his pockets, slowly approaching you as anger flashed across your face at his dismissive response.

" Go on then" he said as he got closer " I dare your" he taunted you as a smirk formed on the corner of his mouth, the blade of the knife only inches away from his uncovered stomach.

" You're killing me Tommy " you sobbed as he stared you down, his eyes never once moving from yours, unbothered by the knife gripped tightly in your hand.

"I'll make it easier for you" he said closing the gap between him and the blade as he looked down at it slowly piercing into his skin, a trail of blood seeping down his stomach as he hissed at the pain, a look of relief spreading across his face. Looking down in horror you dropped the knife to your side as you looked at your husband's red stained skin. Tommy suddenly reached up, grabbing the back of your head as he pushed his face up against the side of your cheek.

" You're all talk sweetheart" he whispered in your ear mocking you, his grip on you hair painfully tight against your scalp. With one swift movement you pushed him away bringing the knife down onto his arm.

" You bitch!..." Tommy yelled, placing his hand to the gash on his arm as blood dropped on to the kitchen floor, staining the white concrete tiles beneath him. Dropping the knife you brought your hand up to your mouth as you stumbled back in shock at what you had done. You watched as fury grew in his eyes, an unstoppable anger building inside him. Not knowing what else to do you ran past him as he tried to grab hold of your arm, his bloody hands slipping from you as you ran towards the stairs.

"Y/N!! Y/N!!" He shouted at the top of his voice, his words booming from wall to wall. Picking up the knife from the floor Tommy looked down at his bloodied arm as he clenched his grip around the handle. A sudden calmness washed over him as he walked out into the foyer, his posture straightening out as he got to the bottom of the stairs. With his blackened stare looking up at the steps in front of him a devilish smirk grew on his lips as he started making his way up to the second floor.

" Y/N Ohh Y/N"

End of flashback...

Unable to hold back any more Tommy crashed his lips back onto yours as he fumbled to undo the rest of your night dress.

" You've wanted it all this time, haven't you?" He said pressing his hard length into your pelvis. "Say it Y/N" He groaned against your neck as his thumb brushed against your swollen lips, grazing your teeth.

" I have...Tommy, please" you moaned back as he frantically undid his suit trousers, pushing them down to his knees.

" Hurry" you whined as you hooked your leg around him.

" Don't worry darling, I'll give you what you want" he replied with a low chuckle as he pulled your dress further up. Lining his swollen tip up against your waiting heat, Tommy pushed himself into you, letting out a primal groan as he buried his head into your neck. Silence filled the empty corridor as Tommy stayed motionless, breathing heavily into your skin.

"Tommy?" You questioned opening your eyes, as he stood there buried deep inside you . " Tommy, move " you said desperate for friction as you held onto his broad shoulders, rocking your hips back and forth. Suddenly Tommy grabbed hold of each side of your waist stopping your movements as his eyes pierced into yours unforgivably.

" Ask nicely" he said lowly as he began to move inside you at a slow deliberate pace.

" Please, faster" you pleaded as his tongue entered your mouth, brushing against your own.

"Fuck, you feel so good" he sighed scrunching his eyes shut as his rhythm intensified. So consumed by your own gratification, you gave no thought to your husband's pleasure, you was taking what you needed from this situation, for the first time you was being selfish. Clenching yourself around him you felt the pressure building up, ready to explode.

"Shit...sweetheart, don't do that...I want this to last" Tommy moaned in response as he kissed along your neck, his chest rubbing against your breasts as he felt you tightening around him like a vice.

For a split-second you looked down at the knife on the floor. The thought of ending everything entering your mind as quickly as it left. You was in too much of a daze to take action, the satisfaction of release approaching you at rapid speed.

" Look at me Y/N " Tommy demanded as he turned your head to face him, kicking the knife away from you both. " You keep your eyes on me" he ordered as he held your flushed cheek.

" Tommy, I'm so close" you moaned as you fingers dug into his back, your cheek pressed against his.

" Then cum with me, cum with me Y/N..." Tommy groaned as you frantically nodded your head.

His forehead pressed against yours you both let go moaning into each others mouth, your name leaving his lips as you both basked in your highs. Still throbbing inside you Tommy moved his head back to look at you, and that's when you saw it. Vulnerability. It flashed across his face so quickly that you could have missed it, but it made its self known whether he wanted it to or not.

Your leg dropping from his waist, Tommy pulled out of you whilst a silence fell upon the dark corridor. Something had changed. Looking to your husband your body tensed up as you anticipated his next move, was he still angry at you?

In a soothing manner Tommy stroked up and down your arm as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

" I'm gonna get this cleaned up" he said looking down at his arm as he pulled his trousers up from his knees " I'll um, come to bed right after, is that ok?" He questioned. Was he asking for permission? Nodding you smiled to him as he leaned in, tenderly placing a kiss to you lips.

" Alright then" he replied with a nod of his head, smiling back to you, your hand clutching tightly onto the door handle as you watched him walk down the large staircase.

Entering the bedroom you shut the door quickly as panic started to set in. What had you done? You thought to yourself as you pressed your hand to your chest, your breathing rapidly increasing as you stumbled to sit on the bed. The one thing you had over him and you gave it to him freely, the one thing he desperately yearned from you and in a moment of weakness you let him have it. He had betrayed you, he had played cruel games with you and you let him have you, you was as sick and twisted as him you concluded as you looked nervously around you. You had nothing left to bargain with, you was now completely under his will, and that's when it hit you, you had to run. You could not endure another day of his tormenting behaviour, you needed to escape before you could no longer get back the girl you was from once before. Tommy could enter the room at any moment so, in a frantic state you pulled out one of the suitcases from the wardrobe, throwing as many clothes as you could possibly fit into the small luggage. Walking over to your vanity a small box caught your eye, it was the box with the diamond bracelet Tommy had gifted you that day you saw eachother after ten years. Memories flooding back you picked it up, holding it tightly against your heart as tears fell down your face, how did your not see the signs, would you have even rejected the proposal if you did? Placing the small box within your clothes you shut the suitcase, sliding it under the bed as you then quickly jumped under the covers, your hand to your mouth as you tried to calm your breathing.

Not long after, you heard the door to the bedroom open. Sliding under the covers Tommy wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as he placed a kiss to your shoulder.

" I love you Y/N" he said as he stroked your hair with his fingers, his body so close to yours you could feel his heart beating in his chest.

" I love you too Tommy" you replied as a tear fell down your cheek onto your pillow. You did love him, but he was no longer your Tommy, the caring boy from Watery Lane. You knew deep down he would never change, you had to go...you had to leave your childhood love behind.

In fear of awakening your husband you stayed as still as you could until his grip on you slowly loosened. It must have been close to sunrise when you eventually turned around to see Tommy sleeping peacefully beside you. A small content smile etched on his lips as he slept soundly knowing you was right next to him. Quietly slipping from the bed you got dressed, all the time watching him for any sudden movements, but he didn't wake. For the first in a long time Tommy slept deeply. Pulling a small piece of paper from your vanity you wrote down a few words before folding it in half, placing it on your silk night gown neatly folded on your side of the bed. Picking up your suitcase you walked slowly to the door as you looked back one last time, a sadness washing over you at what could have been. "Goodbye Tommy" you whispered as you closed the door, tears falling from your eyes as you looked down at your wedding ring, it was over.

Waking up, Tommy turned around reaching out for you, but as his hands moved to your side of the bed he felt nothing but emptiness. Opening his eyes Tommy sat up looking around.

" Y/N" he called out as he looked to your pillow, wondering why you was not laying beside him. Moving the cover away his eyes locked on to the small piece of paper sitting on your night gown. Opening the folded note Tommy's eyes widened in anger.

" All the Jewels and finest clothes could not make me stay. My perfume still lingers on this delicate cloth you had me wear, now your only memory of me, your only comfort. Goodbye Tommy"

Scrunching the piece paper into a ball, he enclosed the once neatly folded note into his hand. Fury overtaking his body Tommy grabbed his clothes as he stormed downstairs yelling your name.

" Y/N!" he shouted, awakening everyone in the house, as he went from room to room slamming each door as he looked for you. Coming to a stop in the foyer Tommy bent over placing his hands on his knees as he breathed in heavily. The room spinning around him he rubbed his eyes as he tried to clear the blurriness in his vision.

"FUCK!!" he yelled at the top of his voice as he threw a chair across the room in anger, the unfamiliar feeling of panic rising in his body as he tried to steady his breathing. Brushing his hands through his hair Tommy cleared his throat, straightening his posture out as he walked over to a side table in the entryway. Picking up his cap and coat, Tommy calmly placed each one on his body as he then reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his black leather gloves.

" Get my car" he said looking to one of the servants nervously waiting by the door as Tommy placed his hands in each of the gloves, stretching his fingers out at the tightness of the leather.

" Where will you be going Sir? " the young man asked as he handed him the keys.

Reaching into his pocket Tommy pulled out a cigarette placing it between his lips as he lit a match, the flame illuminating the darkness in his eyes. Exhaling the smoke out into the crisp morning air Tommy turned to face the young man next to him, a wicked smile gracing his lips.

" I'm going on a hunt"

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