#william's worry is valid still

[ultopias]

scar

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐎 ✮ FRANCO COLAPINTO

summary. you hated franco for stealing your friend’s seat not knowing that it’d lead to a night of regret.

warnings. enemies to fwb’s, p in v, semi public s3x, major plot twist at the end, & cheating. franco & reader match each other’s FREAK! 18+

a/n. gif by argentinagp! i love latinos!

YOU HAD PROMISED everyone on the paddock that you wouldn’t judge the new driver too quickly. The week leading up to his arrival had been spent reminding yourself that he didn’t steal Logan’s seat on purpose yet you were still mad. You had grown quite fond of the american over the past months and losing a friend had made you bitter. You couldn’t bring yourself to blame Logan for losing his seat so you resorted to the newly arrived brunette.

“He doesn’t bite.” Alex whispers as he notices the glare you’re sending the brunette.

“But he scavenges.” You murmur as the press surrounds the rookie.

“It’s not like he killed Logan.” Alex scoffs.

He didn’t but it felt like he had. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way the media had already forgotten about your friend and put Franco on a pedestal. He had just arrived a day ago and already he was flaunting himself as the next Hamilton reincarnate. You turn around too frustrated with yourself for hating him when you didn’t even know him.

“Hola.” A thick accent interrupts your thoughts. You hesitantly turn around only to be met with the guy who took your best friend away. “Those colors don’t suit you.”

“Excuse me?” You replied shockingly wondering where his sense of entitlement came from.

“Ah, lo siento. I meant blue would look better on you.” His cheeks change hues realizing his words came out wrong.

“It would If I cared about Williams.” You smile sarcastically watching as his smile falters. “I’ve gotta go but score at least one point, yeah?”

Franco stays still in disbelief wondering if his comment on your clothes had completely pissed him off. Was his english really that bad? Did he come off too strong? He wondered if the rest of the paddock would hate him or if he was just overreacting.

“Don’t worry about her mate. She’s very reluctant to new people. Give her time.” Alex shrugs.

As the weekend progresses you spend your time between the Alpine garage and the trailers. You were lucky Alex and Lily had agreed to spend the whole weekend with you. You stared at the street as Leo climbed into your lap making you pet him. Practice had just started and you couldn’t help but keep a close eye on Williams. You had began to mindlessly rant to your friends over your encounter with the rookie and how it would most likely take him months to replace Logan.

“When this weekend is over I’m taking you with me to workout because you need to relieve that anger.” Lily laughs.

“No, seriously. You’re acting like he’s committed first degree murder when he had nothing to do with Logan leaving.” Alex sounds concerned.

“Look, I know I sound crazy but I swear there’s something off about him. Plus, y’all do remember the comment he made about me right?” You tried to validate yourself.

“English isn’t his first language it was an honest mistake. Either way he just took that Williams to Q1.” Lily motions towards the screen.

“Whatever. Are we all still on for Sunday?” You asked referring to the plans the drivers had made after the race.

“Obviously. Although we may need to monitor you all night to make sure you don’t damage the new rookie.” The two of them laugh as you sit there annoyed.

The sun was beginning to set as you made your way back to the Alpine garage. Your short white dress was the perfect outfit to keep you cool during the blazing heat of the summer. You were excited to spend the afternoon debriefing with Pierre until you run head first into someone. You try to balance yourself by holding yourself against their chest and as you slowly bring your head up you brace yourself for the apology you’re about to make. But then you see his face and that apology never makes it out your mouth.

“Do you not watch where you’re going?” You scoff at the Williams driver.

“I do. I do it very good actually. Or I wouldn’t be here.” He jokes. “It was you who couldn’t see well or else you would’ve seen me.”

“You’re quite full of yourself aren’t you.” You murmur as you fix your dress.

“People pay me to drive of course I am.” He pulls his sunglasses out his face to look at you directly. He has a glint of confidence in his eye and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his ego.

The two of you stood there alone as practice was long over and the drivers had gone back to their trailers to wind down. Your friends were probably going to ask you why you were late and you couldn’t bear the thought to tell them that you’d gotten into another argument with the rookie. You would get teased for it until the season ended.

“You know this whole hating me thing because you think I stole your friend’s seat, when he lost it because he wasn’t good enough, is so hot.” He smirks.

Any quick remarks you once had were now completely forgotten. His words completely took you by surprise and now you were just confused. Had he taken your witty words as flirting? Had you mistakenly led him on? Or was he just being a prick?

“Though, you could put that mouth to better use.” He says loud enough so only you can hear.

Your cheeks heat up at his comment and you can’t help but feel flustered at his words. Suddenly even the short dress you were wearing wasn’t enough to keep you cool. You instinctively bite your lip as you try to think of anything to say to him but you’re utterly speechless. He’s finally gotten under your skin and he hasn’t even raced yet.

“There’s something genuinely wrong with you.” You say.

“Adiós nena.” He smiles at you before wandering off leaving you all alone to process what had just happened.

The rest of the walk to the Alpine garage is awkward and quick. You try your best to store the encounter with Franco in the back of your mind. You do a bad job at it because his words echo in your mind for the rest of the day. You don’t tell anyone what happened that day because it was weird and also you weren’t even sure what had happened that day.

It’s finally race day and you brush off your white skirt as you walk towards the paddock. You’d meet the girls in the Ferrari garage as Charles had wanted to surprise Alex with a girl’s day. You kept your hands above your eyes to protect them from the sun while subtly trying to ignore the camera flashes headed towards you. As you approach the garages you pause for a little. It had become a tradition for you to greet Alex before any race, a superstition that began when Pierre won the Italian Grand Prix, but now you were hesitant to visit the Williams garage.

You sighed coming up with the decision that an awkward conversation with the Argentine rookie shouldn’t stop you from visiting one of your closest friends. You do a 180° heading straight for the garage. It’s a short walk due to you walking as fast as possible to Alex’s booth. The engineer’s greet you already recognizing your face from the past couple of races. There’s a huge group of familiar faces in the room except the Thai. Your eyes drift around hoping to find him so you’re not late to meet up with your friends but you can’t find Alex anywhere.

“He’s with Lily.” A voice spooks you.

“Franco.” you sigh. “What are you doing here?”

“I work here. The real question should be why are you here?” His condescending tone irks you as he plasters that dumb smirk on his face.

“That’s none of your business.” You reply. “Tell Alex I was looking for him. I’ll be on my way now.”

He grabs your wrist before you can turn on your heels stopping you. You’re now completely face to face with him that you can practically feel his body warmth.

“Something tells me you came looking for me using your friend as an excuse.” He says below a whisper.

“Did your parents teach you that the world revolves around you? Has it ever occurred to you that you are not as important as you think you are?” You scoff. “I’m here for Alex and I would be here for Logan too but you ruined that.”

“Ay, boluda.” He laughs in disbelief. “It seems the only condescending person here is you because guess what? I earned this seat. My parents sold our house so I could be here meanwhile your little friend just spent his trust fund and wasted it.”

You run out of remarks at that. You’d spent all this summer terrorizing him unaware of who Franco really was. Although you weren’t going to apologize, you were too proud for that.

“It’s okay though I wouldn’t expect for a pretty dumb little thing like you to get it.” His voice goes hoarse. Your mind goes blank at his words unable to register his hand ending up on your waist pushing you into him.

Those are the last words he says to you before he abruptly pulls away leaving you alone to process the encounter. Your hand instinctively goes to the necklace on your neck caressing it as you try to regain your breath. You can feel how warm your cheeks are and instantly feel embarrassed at the weird tingly feeling in your stomach. Most importantly you couldn’t believe that out of all the people here Franco is the one who put you in this state.

“Oh, good you’re here! Hopefully I’ll get points today because of you.” Alex smiles at you.

“Go crush them. I have to go though have to meet Gasly before the race. You know go over his strategy for the race.” You stammer trying to find an out of the Williams garage.

“Yeah mhm.” He waves you off. “The two of you better show up to the party! Last one before the break!”

The Ferrari garage erupts into cheers as Charles makes it on the podium again. Alexandria and Lily both scream into your ear as both their boyfriends score points for their teams. Meanwhile you stare blankly as the screen as it shows both Alpine cars outside of the points. Then as if the Universe was making fun of you, Franco shows up on the screen celebrating his P8. You hated him, you hated his confidence, you hated the way he took Logan away from you, but most importantly you hated him because the sweaty messy hair he was showing off made you weak. Your mind instantly replayed this morning’s conversation and you found yourself dizzy.

“Are you okay? Is it cuz you guys didn’t get any points today?” Lily tries to console you.

“No, it’s not that.” You give her a fake smile. “This whole weekend has been kind of too much for me and I think I’m starting to feel the effects. I’m gonna go to the trailers but I’ll see y’all at the party later?”

“Feel better love! Wear something slutty!” Alexandria yells as you walk off.

The pink dress you had picked out for tonight was beginning to annoy you. It was incredibly short so you didn’t know if you should pull it up or down. And knowing Franco would be there made you overthink your idea not wanting to give him the impression that you had dressed up for him. You internally roll your eyes at yourself for even thinking about changing clothes because of a man. That wasn’t you. The effects of the rookie began to scare you.

You don’t waste anymore time heading out the suite and straight to your Uber. It was a short drive and the bouncer didn’t last long finding your name on the list. Lily and Alexandria immediately started screaming at the sight of you and welcomed you into the round table. Most of the drivers were still at the track recovering from their race so thankfully you sat next to Lily with no one to your right. You hoped Alex would hurry up so you’d get to gossip with your friend.

“That rookie ended up with points. I think your hate fueled him.” Lily teases you.

“Are we really going to talk about him, right now?” You sigh.

“He proved you wrong of course we’re gonna talk about it.” She says

“It was pure luck.” You spit out unaware of the brunette walking towards your table.

“What was?” The familiar voice makes you shiver. Lily can’t help but laugh as how wide your eyes go. You slowly turn around to meet the guy that had been torturing you this whole weekend.

“Oh, nothing-” Lily tries to save you.

“Your race today. It was pure luck.” You say defiantly being too stubborn to retract your words.

“Pure luck?” He repeats in disbelief.

“She didn’t mean it-” Lily tries to come to your rescue again.

“Oh, no. I meant it. He’ll be ending up P12 in the next races. I guarantee you won’t see anymore points after this. You’re just here on a test drive and then? Every one will forget you were ever here.” You take a swig of your drink. You don’t even register the malice behind your words being too heated to even comprehend what you’re saying.

His face heats up and his cheeks change hues as he registers your words. You blink and he’s gone. He wanders off to who knows where and it’s then that you register what you’ve told him. You warm up and suddenly you’re dizzy.

“What the fuck?” Lily whispers. “You better go find him and apologize.”

“He started it!” You whine.

“No, you did. You’ve hated him since he arrived when he’s done nothing to you.” Her words make you feel bad. “Now, go find him.”

You stand up adjusting your dress as you scan around the club looking for him. You wander off in hopes of finding him before he leaves. Why was it so hard to find a tall brunette in a crowd of average height people? You give up after five minutes resorting to asking the bartender if he’d seen your ‘friend’ and suddenly you found yourself outside. Franco is leaning against the wall looking at his phone but he’s wearing glasses now.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” You squeak afraid that you’d scare him off.

He looks up at you not saying a single word. Your presence pisses him off and he starts to walk away. You follow him to the back of the bar stopping him before the two of you got lost.

“Look, I didn’t mean anything I said. I’m sorry.” You play with the hem of your dress being too afraid to look at him.

“Did he fuck you good?” His face is stern.

“W-what?” His words catch you off guard. The temperature around you somehow getting warmer.

“Logan. Did he fuck you good?” He asks again with a meaner tone. “That’s why you’re mad at me, right?”

What you and Logan did behind closed doors was private, something no one else knew. Something you thought the two of you had managed to keep in secrets. Your cheeks flare up at Franco’s discovery. Were you really so bad at hiding your secrets? If he knew then who else did? You were fucked.

“Franco you don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try so hard to lie. His smirk makes it known that he doesn’t believe you.

One minute you’re lying to his face and the other he’s right in front of you eyeing you down. You can practically feel his body warmth as he invaded your personal space. He had one upped you, again. The innocent facade he had in front of your friends was completely gone.

“Ay, que linda que sos.” His thumb traces your cheek. The touch lingers, your cheeks heating up at the contact. “You’re such a terrible liar.”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you, you know that?” You barely say above a whisper.

“No, there’s something wrong with us.” His hand travels down your cheek to your neck.

That last word throws you off because it’s true, the indescribable pull you felt to him was insane, the two of you were insane. You were tired. You were tired of hiding secrets, Franco’s personality, but most importantly you were tired of pretending. Pretending that you didn’t want Franco. So, you do what you do best when you’re tired. You relieve yourself. You pull Franco by the shirt and kiss him ignoring the feel of his glasses hitting your face. He quickly turns the two of you around your back hitting the wall allowing for balance.

The two of you barely pull apart for air losing yourselves in the kisses. His brunette curls find their way into your fingers while his hands sit perfectly on your waist. The kiss grows heated as you pull him closer to you, feeling him. His hand begins to wander down your thighs, pulling them apart and wrapping your leg around his waist. You can feel yourself grow wetter at the new position and then you remember that your friends were still waiting for you.

“Franco, wait.” You groan.

“What? What happened?” He pulls away quickly.

“Everyone else is still waiting for us. You need to be…” You pause debating if this was really a good idea but had anything you’d done lately been a good idea? “Quick.”

He takes that as a challenge immediately pulling you in for a kiss again. The kiss is messy and needy with your hands in his hair and his hands massaging the inside of your thighs. The cool breeze hitting your exposed skin as he lifted your dress up. The roughness of the wall is soon forgotten as he brings his fingers down to your thighs, gliding them teasingly before placing them on your clothed core.

You can’t resist the groans that escape your throat as his cold fingers come in contact with your core. It’d been many weekends since anyone had touched you like this. He swallows your noises with his mouth as he kisses you. Your hands grip his arms as he begins to move his fingers around your folds, spreading your wetness. You remember that it’s been a while since the two of you walked outside and pull his fingers away.

“Franco. We don’t have time.” You gasp in between kisses.

He picks you up adjusting you against the wall while you dig your hands into the hem of his boxers. It doesn’t take long for your hands to venture down and feel him. Your stomach flutters at his size and how he feels. He quickly pulls you away before placing his tip near your entrance. Your morals long gone you grind on him wanting to feel anything. It’s pathetic the way you’ve gone from wanting him out of the sport to wanting him inside you and he notices it too by the way he smirks at you.

You’re about to lash out when he starts entering you slowly. If it wasn’t for him holding you then you’d have lost your balance already at the intrusion. He stills himself waiting for you to adjust to the new feeling. When he notices that you’re ready he pulls out before thrusting back into you, this time filling you to the hilt. It was almost as if he fit perfectly inside you.

“Fuck.” He groans as he fills you completely.

You’re not quite sure anyone’s ever felt so disgusting. You don’t even try to contain your moans as he continuously thrusts into you at a fervent pace. He feels so good inside you hitting spots no one else had before. His fingers leave mark on your hips as you take him fully. He looks down to where the two of you are connected and audibly groans at how well you’re taking him.

“Oh my god.” You whine as he increases his speed.

His hands come back done to your folds rubbing them in circles as he tries to pleasure you even more. Your hand joins his showing him where you need him the most. You can feel your slick coating his dick as he rubbed you. You begin to feel a familiar knot in your stomach as he fucks you into the wall. His hand cups your jaw as he pulls you into a long sloppy kiss.

It doesn’t take long after for you to come undone around him, your walls squeezing him as you reach your peak. He won’t last long with the feeling of you milking him. Soon enough he’s coming inside you, his warm cum filling you up. The sight of the two of you is disgusting and nasty.

The two of you break away from each other and catch your breaths. You lower your dress back down while Franco takes his glasses off to clean them. You check yourself for any runny mascara, or smudge lipstick, and even run your hands through your hair making sure you don’t look insane.

“We should head inside.” You murmur.

“We’re not gonna talk about this?” He scoffs.

“There’s nothing to talk about Franco. At least not know when everyone’s waiting for us.” You scold him. “We’ll talk next weekend.”

You head towards the bathroom first, Franco surprisingly waiting for you outside. The two of you walk in within a minute difference a smile adorning both your faces. At least until you spot Pierre next to Lily and you’re brought back to reality. You don’t waste time running towards the frenchman hugging him as you sit right next to him. Franco can’t help but stare at you in confusion as he notices Pierre’s hand trail too far down when hugging you. But then he spots it. Pierre wearing an identical necklace to yours but instead of a P it adorned your initial. His eyes go wide.

“I see you and my girlfriend have finally made up.” Pierre greets him.

“Your girlfriend?” His demeanor changes with the news. “I didn’t know.”

Pierre begins to explain how the two of you don’t like to be very public about your relationship. You can visibly see the moment in which Franco’s face goes pale. The next few weeks for you are hard racing between the Alpine garage and your girlfriends. Not to mention the quick pit stops to the Williams garage to wish Alex good luck. It’s a shame you get very little time with the rookie but he makes it work. In the end you really hope he doesn’t get a seat for next year, you can’t keep doing this.

[hail-brod]

A Tale of Woe

Masterlist

Jack Sparrow x FReader

Summary: Gibbs tells Will about the time he saw Captain Jack Sparrow fall in love, betray, and shatter from his own undoing.

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A/N: haha I'm back. Just a short one and it's a Captain Jack Sparrow fic! Didn't see that one coming, eh? You can probably expect more of it. Soon. I'm rolling with so much love for this pirate and other Johnny Depp characters. They'll come around, don't worry (✿◡‿◡)

For the meantime, lemme just release this into the wild. I can't keep suffering like this anymore and not post something TT

Credits to the owner of the GIF; got it from Pinterest.

Warning/s: light angst, betrayal, break-up (heartbreak), alcohol, bit of self-deprecation.

WC: 569

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William Turner could not believe his ears. Hearing the tale Gibbs was relaying unto him was nigh unimaginable.

The Captain Jack Sparrow, reckless and mad and unpredictable, was once a man who could love a woman, leveling his love for the seas. Not a one time thing, but quite a serious one.

“The betrayal part, that I can still imagine. But what exactly happened?” he asked, leaning and intently listening.

The old man darts his eyes around cautiously before answering his question. "Left her alone by the hands of the navy. An’ he just fled from there, choosin’ treasure over her darling freedom. Noble she was. Her family wanted her back. But she didn't want to.”

"So this woman," he started with a frown. “sailed out just to be with Jack?”

“Aye," Gibbs agreed. "Lovely woman, I say. Shame i’ had to end that way.”

The man swigs a drink from his tankard as it clanks back down on the table. Will prances at the thought as he strayed his eyes somewhere behind Gibbs. Could Jack actually do that to someone that's dear to him? To be honest, there shouldn't be much faith given when it comes to him but surely there are some things that could be excused. Maybe a valid reason that could justify his actions?

Even a heartless choice at that?

Who is he kidding? Why should I even bother defending that mad pirate?

“Did Jack even regret it?" he asked once more.

But all he received was a bubble of grumble as it erupts into a chuckle. Hints of redness spreading on his cheeks from the alcohol. “Of course he did. Even more so when he saw the lass again. Shattered him real good. Or bad.”

That perks Will’s attention up, brow raised. "Why?”

"Funny how I don't remember allowing you to share my sob story, Mr. Gibbs.”

The pirate himself stood before them, elbows tucked at his sides as he slightly swayed, eyeing one of them. Eyeing Will.

He didn't look upset, but it unnerved Will seeing the cold expression Jack wore. It was so unlike him. But it was also quite sad. Somehow.

Before he could utter an unflattering apology, Gibbs himself beat him to it.

“My apologies, Capt’n. Rum’s might've gotten through me head too much than usual.”

Even as Gibbs tried to explain himself, Jack didn't break his stare on him. The man walked closer towards Will, staring him down under his nose. At this point, Will isn't even sure if he's actually pissed or just being the unpredictable person that he is.

Moments after, Jack was now bending down onto his level. “Curious, are we?"

Will eyed him suspiciously, wondering what's going through the pirate's mind. “What if I am?" he bit back, tipping up a nod.

Jack Sparrow just smiled. One that can easily be mistaken as satisfaction, but Will can see it. The tight creases at the ends of his smile and the empty hollowness that resided in his eyes. He didn't know Jack Sparrow was capable of such emotions.

The said man leaned back up again, standing on his always wobbly toes. The front of his expression daring to fall.

“Right,” Jack said. "Why don't we start with her good ol' merry family of both husband and children? Sounds about right for self-condemnation, aye?”

Maybe Captain Jack Sparrow is not so heartless as he seemed to be.

Ko-fi?

[kjhbsies]

Fool For You

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PART I : PART II.

Rockstar Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Synopsis: Ellie wants to prove herself that she's a better one for you, but finds herself entangled in a web of circumstances as she was forced to fake-date a charismatic rising pop star. As Ellie navigates herself through the challenges of making appearances for the public eye, you become distant, fueled by doubts about Ellie's sincerity. the conflict deepens when Abby unexpectedly reappears, adding a layer of tension and fear that further strains Ellie's connection with the you.

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"Who’s this?” Ellie asked coldly while taking a side glance at Abby, who was smiling amusedly as she could recognize the rockstar in front of her. She can take a hint that Ellie is getting furious because of her, and that thought makes her want to do some things that will probably annoy her.

“Abby Anderson,” she said while smiling, offering a hand to her. “I listen to your songs.”

Ellie ignored her, and she instead looked at you. “I’m sorry I was so late, there’s some emergency that happened in the group so I went here instead.”

You stared at Ellie, whose eyes were pleading with you right now. Yes, you were annoyed at her for standing you up at your supposed public date. Who wouldn’t, right? Sitting there at the park for minutes, trying to amuse yourself with things in there, while looking sad is pathetic. Humiliating, even. If Abby wasn’t there to accompany you for the rest of the night, you probably would be waiting for Ellie forever. I guess these kinds of things, such as meeting up with her or even having the chance to talk to her, will make you do everything that can deem you crazy.

But hey, it’s Ellie. Who wouldn’t do that for her?

But the question is… will Ellie do that for you?

Yes, she did go to lengths to correct her past mistakes, and to apologize profusely and sincerely. You can see that with her actions, and especially words because that’s what she’s good at her. Every word that comes through her mind and mouth is poetic, maybe that’s what makes her magnetic. But you can’t be sure of her intentions. Everyone loves Ellie, and she can get everyone she wants. And that’s what scares you. Because you think you are not enough for her. You’re just a simple college girl, her fan girl, there’s nothing crazy about you that would make her crawl to you. You don’t even know why she’s still wooing you.

Maybe Cat was right. You need to test what Ellie’s intentions are. And you can’t fall in love in the process. Not yet.

“It’s fine. You’re here now. And Abby was there to amuse me.” You smiled assuringly.

“Right.” Ellie almost rolled her eyes when you mentioned Abby’s name. The rockstar craned her neck to look at her, “Thanks for bringing her home, you can go now that I’m here.”

Your brows knitted and you looked at Ellie. “Hey, that’s kinda mean.” You whispered. But Ellie acted as if she didn’t hear you.

Abby acted nonchalantly. Instead, she smiled widely. “No worries, bro. I had an enjoyable night, tonight. But…” Abby clicked her tongue. “…The next time you ditch her, you should be nervous because I might steal you from her.” She then laughed jokingly.

Your eyes turned wide. And Ellie’s face reddened in annoyance. The rockstar’s jaw clenched and her grip on the bouquet and the tub of ice cream hardened.

Abby smiled at you before heading back to her car, but you and Ellie remained still until the car got away.

Ellie inhaled, “I don’t like your friend.”

“She’s joking.” You looked at her, and she met your gaze with a serious one.

“Well, she’s not funny.”

“Okay, valid.” You nodded. “We should go to my house. That ice cream is going to melt.” You begin walking inside the building, and Ellie starts tailing you.

“Next time she says something like that, I’m gonna crack her skull open,” Ellie commented.

You immediately shook your head. “No, you wouldn’t.” You went inside the elevator.

“Yes, I will, babe. Yes, I will.” Ellie said, staring right at your eyes.

Yup, she will.

You and Ellie are sitting in the kitchen bar area while slowly eating the ice cream in front of you two. You can tell that Ellie’s mind is going elsewhere, as she is unusually quiet and is already staring at nowhere right now. Since both of you are sitting side by side, you can tell how her leg is moving up and down – a sign that she’s uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” You asked, and Ellie almost jumped as you pulled her out of the trance.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry. I was kinda spacing out.” She said before smiling.

Your eyes lightly narrowed as you studied her, and Ellie immediately looked away. “What happened earlier?”

Ellie didn’t answer for a few minutes, and that made you want to question her more as your suspicions rose that it wasn’t pleasant. With the way she behaves, you can tell that it isn’t great, and that makes you slightly nervous.

“Some issue just broke up, it was kinda hard to explain but, yeah,” Ellie said in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

“…Okay. If you can’t say it right now, it’s fine. I don’t want to push it.” But you do want to. However, you’re afraid that this might make Ellie annoyed. If she isn’t ready, then who are you to force her? Besides, it isn’t your business and you aren’t involved in it.

The truth is, the reason why Ellie is extremely quiet and why she is so late at your supposed date, is because she and Jesse, their manager, got into an argument.

A new rising popstar, Jenny, is one of the netizen’s favorite musicians besides the Serenade Apocalypse. In three months, she has started to gain so much attention from the fans. However, some people have started to create multiple fan accounts of Jenny and Ellie that were practically shipping and wanting them to date. It has now become a new huge thing that gives Jenny and the Serenade Apocalypse a new wave of popularity that it reached Jenny’s management.

Her manager insisted to Jesse that they should engage in fake dating just to get more publicity. The pop star immediately agreed to this arrangement, saying that this was just a good idea. However, Jesse knew that Ellie wouldn’t comply, because of you. But the proposal got him thinking about how he could make the rockstar agree. Because, admit it or not, those fans are giving them fame. And fame is what keeps the band going.

Ellie doesn’t know how to say it to you because she doesn’t want to do it. Never. But everyone, including the rest of the band, agreed for her to do it, well, except Alex. Jesse said that it would be easy — both Jenny and Ellie would go on a public date where paparazzi are around, talk for an hour or so, go into cafes, have a drink, and maybe have a little makeout scene in the car while the windows are down, or a collab in a concert or gigs, some modeling shoots for luxurious brands, and then it’ll be done.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, on behalf of y/n,” Alex commented before drinking her beer. “I mean, the band is going well on its own and Ellie doesn’t need Jenny because everything is going well for us.”

The rest nodded thoughtfully.

“That’s right, but there are brands and sponsorships that will offer us millions of dollars if we agree to collaborate with Jenny,” Jesse said. “I know you’re right but the fame you have right now will double or even triple if Ellie agrees to do it.”

“Why me?!” Ellie asked angrily. “You know I’m not interested in that right now, man. I already have someone. Don’t make me fuck this up.”

“Just explain it to her, I’m sure she will understand,” Jesse answered.

“That’s not easy, dude. I won’t do it.”

“Well, I know you won’t do it, but either way, you don’t have a choice. You can’t change my mind here, Ellie. You and Jenny will have a fake relationship for a month. I’m sorry but it’s happening.” He said before leaving the office.

And right now, Ellie doesn’t know how to explain it to you. She’s scared that you might run away from her. It’s her worst nightmare. She doesn’t want to lose you.

“Hey, you ever heard of Jenny?” Cat asked as the two of you were walking around campus. She’s been looking at her phone the whole time, immersed in what she’s reading.

“Oh, the popstar?” You asked. She nodded. “Yeah, she’s getting shipped with Ellie right now.”

“I know. It’s crazy that there are even some fan theories that they’re dating.” Cat said before the two of you sat on a bench under a tree. After a few minutes of scrolling, Cat gasped loudly. “What the fuck?! They were seen together in a cafe an hour ago?!” She exclaimed.

Your brows knitted. “What? That can’t be real.” You said, trying to be calm because there was no way that Ellie would do that. She can’t do that to you.

Right?

Your heartbeat tripled when Cat showed you her phone. “I don’t know, it doesn’t seem fake. It’s taken by a paparazzi. Look. “Rising pop star queen, Jenny, was spotted having a fancy brunch with the rockstar Ellie Williams.” Cat read the headline. She then scrolled down, revealing a couple of pictures of Jenny and Ellie, sitting in one of the cafeterias in New York.

Jenny is smiling and laughing at those pictures while holding her small cup of coffee. Radiating as usual with her cute clothes, perfect hair, and gorgeous makeup. On the other hand, Ellie is in front of her, wearing her black varsity jacket and baggy pants. She isn’t smiling, but you can’t tell from the pictures because her eyes are covered with her dark sunglasses.

You can physically feel your heart crack at the moment. It is real. That thing can’t be photoshopped and it is Ellie. The same Ellie in your apartment last night. “Oh my god, y/n…” Cat looked at you with sadness in her eyes.

You gulped, trying to keep tears at bay. “So that’s why she was quiet last night…” You said. “Well, can’t really blame her. Jenny is pretty. But I just hoped that she told me earlier.”

Well, Ellie isn’t even yours to begin with. She was just your friend, nothing more. But you still can’t help but feel a pang of betrayal in your heart. It’s an ugly feeling because Ellie didn’t promise you a single thing. She was just kind to you. You aren’t her girlfriend so why are you feeling like your whole world collapsed?

After you’ve heard the news, you couldn’t help but stay in your apartment, sitting on the couch, while a cozy blanket is wrapped around your body. Dina and Cat are extremely quiet, not knowing what to say or do after the news broke out.

It was all over the internet, and every time you opened up your phone, it was all you could see on the screen. Your notifications popped out, reminding you that everything that was happening was real. Ellie is dating Jenny. She might be. Of course, this wasn’t supposed to shock you. I mean, Ellie was known for dating pretty famous girls in the past. Her flings are filled with models, singers, actresses, and such, you might be foolish to think that you are her type because, to be real, Ellie is out of your league.

You shouldn’t have hoped that there was even a small chance that she would date you.

How can you be so gullible?

Dina placed the hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of you. “I know what you’re thinking, and no, y/n, you shouldn’t dwell on that.” She sat beside you, wearing her comfy pajama set while sipping her tea.

You gulped, your eyes were sore and red and puffy from crying for over an hour, or even more. After hearing the issue from Cat, you and she decided to go back to your apartment, and you have been silent ever since. Cat doesn’t know how to comfort you as she admits that she is bad at it. All she can think about is how many ways that could make Ellie Williams suffer at your hands. Honestly, she has been listing it on her mind even from the start, but her annoyance with the rock star has skyrocketed after this. She hated seeing her friend cry over anything, and Cat has been known as very protective, especially with her loved ones. Seeing you in this state breaks her heart because you deserved better.

Ellie’s last text was from last night, saying that she was already at home. After that, there are no updates from her. You don’t want to seem needy by flooding her messages, asking where she’s at, who is with her right now, or if the rumors are even true. You couldn’t look desperate. If you begged for her, then your dignity will be lost. And that’s the last thing that you have. So. no, you won’t bother picking up your phone.

“Look, you two should talk it out,” Dina said.

“What’s there to talk? Ellie is dating Jenny, which is very clear from the pictures. What’s more to say other than her being a dick?” Cat answered frustratingly.

You shut your eyes. “She’s not.” You sighed. “Ellie doesn’t owe me any explanations because we aren’t dating, okay? She can be with any girl she wants, and it shouldn’t hurt me because she’s not mine. Ellie shouldn’t be blamed for my emotions.”

“Not dating? But she was just here last night. Look, the bouquet is still fresh. No friend buys flowers and a tub of ice cream in the middle of the night.” Cat said.

“Right,” Dina nodded.

“And you two have been on private dates so many times.”

“It meant nothing. You two are my friends and we always go out!” You reasoned.

“But it was different with Ellie. Because admit it or not, she has been extremely romantic with you.”

“Guys, it’s fine.” You said. “You know me, I am always like this when Ellie has dating rumors.”

“This time it’s different, y/n,” Dina said. “Because deep inside, you thought you finally had a chance with her.”

You just looked away silently.

“Gosh, I’m so stupid.” You put your hands in your face, as you cried onto it. The two immediately wrapped their arms around you, enveloping you in a warm, comforting hug. “This is so fucking pathetic. I fucking thought…” You sobbed. “I’m so humiliating.”

“It’s not.” Dina immediately answered.

“Give her hell,” Cat said, making you pull away from the hug as you stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

“What?”

“Give. Her. Hell.” She said firmly.

Oh, Ellie Williams, you are so done.

“Are we done?” Ellie asked once they stepped inside the limousine. She looked outside the tinted windows, scanning the people flocking around the car, trying to make their way as near as possible to get so many pictures of you and the pop star beside you.

Ellie was so guilty for doing this, and even more when she kept thinking that you would find out what she had been doing right now before she could even explain herself. She chickened out last night, not wanting to ruin your whole day or week. But after she left your apartment, Ellie wanted to come back, knock on your door, and beg on her knees just for you not to get mad at her because she knows she has no choice but to oblige.

The moment Ellie woke up, Jesse was the first person she saw. He has been sitting at one of the barstools in her penthouse’s kitchen, sipping her self-made coffee. Your irritation grew so that you wanted to punch his face.

“I confiscated your phone.” He said, waving the thing in front of her. Ellie immediately walked at him, eyes fueling with anger as she tried to snatch it away from him. But Jesse was quick to put it in his pockets and move away from Ellie. “I will give it back once you’ve done your task.”

Ellie wanted to rip him limb by limb. She was now seething with anger. “What am I?! A kid?!”

Jesse sighed. “Ellie, this won’t take long. You can text your girlfriend once you’ve followed my directions.”

Which is why she was here, sitting inside the small space with Jenny who’s been looking at herself in the pocket mirror she’s holding on to as soon as they got in. Ellie’s hands are itching to text and call you right now, wanting to explain everything. That this was all a fake thing. Nothing is real, and you are still the girl in her mind.

And that’s if you will still talk to her.

The thought of you leaving Ellie haunted her mind, and it never failed to make her whole body freeze in nervousness. Fuck it.

Jesse gave Ellie her phone. She immediately checked it, but then got disappointed that you didn’t even say something to her. Ellie gulped, something inside her mind told her that you probably knew. You weren’t dumb, and news flies too fast.

“You know,” Jenny looked at her and she glanced back. “You seemed uninterested in me. Am I making you bored?” She asked. Ellie rolled her eyes. “Look, I just got pulled into this situation that I never wanted in the first place.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it.” Jenny scoffed. “So many guys and girls wanted me, okay? Why are you acting as if I’m making you miserable?!” Her tone is getting higher.

“It’s because I am!” Ellie said back, frustratingly.

Jenny’s jaw clenched but she didn’t say anything. Ellie wanted to thank the universe for making her shut up. She couldn’t stand her presence. Jesse and Jenny’s manager exchanged awkward glances before sighing. The tension in the air is thick, and everybody went silent. Ellie’s eyes shut tightly. She immediately recites a long apology for you at the whole ride home.

The next morning, you receive a text from Ellie, asking you where you are. It is a breezy afternoon and your classes were done for the day. Your energy is still low, and you can’t even focus, your head is full of thoughts about Ellie and Jenny.

You knew that you two should talk it out as it is the best thing to resolve an issue. Communication is very important, but you couldn’t even afford to have the courage to ask her about it. Because at some point, Ellie doesn’t owe you any explanations. Like what you’ve said, she could take whoever she wants, and it should be none of your business. Just because you two became close, doesn’t mean that you are romantically involved with each other.

Ellie, on the other hand, knows where you are. She is already outside of your campus, waiting on her heavily tinted car. The huge bouquet she bought, with a box of flowers is now sitting on the back of her car. She knows your schedule, and Ellie thought that at any moment right now, you could be walking right out of the main gate.

She has been practicing what to say in front of you. She wanted to explain, not wanting to leave you hanging. Ellie is serious about pursuing you, however, she couldn’t ask you about it. She’s afraid that you might be thinking that everything is going so fast, She doesn’t want to scare you, which is why she’s taking things slow.

While you were walking near the gate, Abby briskly walked to catch up to you. “Hey, how are you?” She asked, “I heard about-”

You immediately rolled your eyes. And Abby stopped talking before she held up both her hands in the air – it’s as if she’s surrendering. You two laughed at her actions. “I just want to sleep all week.” You said.

“That’s such an impossible wish.” She joked. “But, seriously, if you wanted to talk about things, what’s bothering you, then you should call me.”

The two of you reached the gate and you two stopped. “I don’t have your number, Abby.” You said while smiling.

“Ah, here.” Abby offered you her phone. “Put your number here so I can call you instead.”

You immediately obliged. Unbeknownst to you, Ellie saw your interactions, and the similar annoyance she felt when she first saw you and Abby tripled. Her hands balled into a fist, it was so tight that her veins started showing up. She wanted to slam Abby’s head into the steering wheel as she saw her smiling and laughing with you. She wanted to pull out her eyes for even looking at you to flirt with you.

You saw Ellie’s familiar car. The same one that she uses to take you out on a date. The one where paparazzi couldn’t trace. Your heart started breathing too fast before you looked away at it, knowing that Ellie was probably looking at you through the tinted windows.

You bid goodbye to Abby who immediately went on the other side of the road. You sighed, wanting your heart to calm down as you were walking to the car. Bitterness started to flood through your veins as you realized that Ellie just got into a public date with someone else yesterday, while she’s now trying to hide her identity every time she goes out with you.

You opened the passenger seat and you were immediately welcomed by Ellie’s pissed face.

“What?” You asked.

“She still wouldn’t leave you alone?”

Your brows knitted together as you quickly realized that she was talking about Abby. “We’re friends.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “I know she has other intentions.”

“Oh really?” You too are now getting annoyed at her. “So I can’t talk with Abby but you can go out with someone else on a date?” Your voice is laced with bitterness and you immediately regret it.

Ellie looked at you, the small pain in your tone almost made her want to throw up. “It’s not a date…” She said softly.

“I don’t know, it seems like it is.” You looked outside the window, not wanting to look at her face.

Something inside you starts building up. Sadness flowed in your thoughts, mixed with annoyance and bitterness about everything. Your eyes started to tear, and you looked away even more.

“Y/n. It’s all fake.” Ellie said, and your heart almost leaped. You took every force in your body not to look at her. “I went home to explain everything to you, and I’m telling you right now that everything isn’t true. My manager forced me to do this.”

You gulped, wiping the tears that escaped from your eyes before you dared to look at her. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was still contemplating last night because I- I got scared.” Ellie sighed.

“Of what?”

“Of losing you.” She answered quickly.

You stared at her. “Why would you lose me?”

Ellie’s mouth moved but she couldn’t utter a single word. “I don’t know…” She said softly before caressing your cheek. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Here it goes again.

You don’t know whether to feel happy or sad with what Ellie is doing right now. Of course, the familiar thump in your heart never goes unnoticed by you. It was all you can hear right now. Ellie is still the woman in your dreams, it won’t change. Never will. You knew that being with her almost every day would wreck you in the end. You knew that once Ellie was within your sight, you wouldn’t be able to stop your feelings. You knew that once Ellie spoke, you would obey everything that she said. You love her so much that you’re afraid that the grip she has on you will eventually be the end of you.

You contemplated asking her about what she truly felt. But you need answers, or else you won’t take it anymore. You should save yourself first.

“What are we doing, Ellie?”

“Wha- what?” She asked, taken aback.

“You should stop doing those,” You said, mentioning the bouquet at the back of her car, “Sweet things. It’s confusing.”

“What’s confusing about that?” Ellie questioned.

You were now growing impatient. “You should only do that to the person you love, Ellie. Do you feel that about me?”

“I do!” She exclaimed.

“Then say it.” You demanded,

Ellie grew silent. She stared at you, breathing heavily. The thought of finally confessing to someone about what you truly felt seriously, without an ounce of alcohol in your veins, or a little bit of drugs, scared Ellie. This is getting too real to the point that her feelings scare her. She isn’t used to it, everything she does with you is new to her. It’s like she’s trying to find the right path in the darkness, where no one but her is guiding her, and she isn’t used to that. She’s afraid of making mistakes and hurting you.

This should be easy to say. Just do it. Just fucking-

When a couple of minutes had passed, you nodded. Her silence gave you the answers.

“Y/n-” Ellie called your name when she realized that you were scrambling to get out of the car. She immediately locked the doors, not wanting you to go. She tried her best to get a good grip on you but you were quick to pry her hands away. Ellie backed out, slowly getting her energy drained from her body.

You were getting away from her.

“I should go-”

“No, please.” She shut her eyes tightly. “Y/n, I-”

“It’s fine, Ellie.” You tried to smile. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

“Don’t go.” She said, catching your hand tightly. She looked at you with those green bloodshot eyes, pleading with you. But you shook your head. You’re afraid that the more you spend time with her, the more you won’t get out of the cage you’re in.

Ellie couldn’t do anything but to let you go. When you finally did get out of the car and ran away, she couldn’t stop the tears that fell from her freckled cheek. Ellie rested her head on the steering wheel, contemplating if she should go run with you. But again, she couldn’t because she shouldn’t be seen with anyone else.

So the whole time, all Ellie could do was to cry, and blame herself for being such an asshole.

A month has passed, and you still haven’t seen Ellie since.

It wasn’t such an easy thing to do, especially when Ellie has been persistent in wanting to talk to you. But you still wouldn’t budge, you made up your mind that you wouldn’t want to waste your energy on her. With the examinations week going, you’re mind is too preoccupied to even entertain her. So instead, you decided to bury yourself with books and reviewers.

That night you left Ellie’s car, she knocked on your apartment door, wanting to explain everything to you. But you never bothered to leave your room. You couldn’t. Your energy was drained from crying the whole day. This is why Cat was the one who answered the door, immediately making Ellie go away.

But that didn’t end. Every day, Ellie wouldn’t stop stalking you. She would flood your inbox with her texts and calls that you had to block it. But Ellie’s efforts would always go to waste since you’ve somehow managed to dodge her.

She tried waiting outside your campus in her car, but you’re smart enough to spot it even from a distance. So you would immediately go the other way, walking fast enough to catch up with the bus. And Ellie couldn’t even do a damn thing. She couldn’t even hop out of the car and chase after you. Ellie also tried going up to your apartment, particularly on those days that she knew Cat wasn’t around to yell at her. However, you weren’t there. And Dina wouldn’t tell her where you are no matter how much she tried.

On days when Ellie was out with Jenny to do publicity stunts, she would constantly send you different flowers with a box of chocolates and a note where she explained that everything wasn’t real and that she really wanted to talk to you about what happened at the car but you wouldn’t just let her. So instead, she’s sending out those letters because you’ve blocked her in everything.

Best believe that Cat was living her dream of seeing Ellie in her poor state. Dina was too soft-hearted to even leave her alone with the rock star because she was always trying her best not to spill anything about you when Ellie was almost crying in front of her. She just couldn’t handle the two of you being in a situation like this.

But you, no one knows how hard it is for you to ignore her and act like as if nothing has happened. It’s like you’re on a constant battle with yourself every single day. One part of you wanted to stop this madness and just talk to her, settle everything for everyone’s peace of mind. But the second part of you wanted to just let this pass away for the mean time. Let Ellie rethink her decisions before she comes up to you, and just leave you hanging again. You wanted yourself to calm down and not get devoured of your emotions before talking to her. So that is what you’re doing right now.

Cat groaned as the four of you were at the cafeteria. You and Abby are sitting side by side. She offered to carry the huge textbooks you’re holding and wouldn’t say no as an answer. So, you wanted to buy her something in exchange.

“What?” You asked, drinking the sparkling water you’re holding.

“Jenny and Ellie will be having their collab duet at the bar here.” Cat showed you her phone with the said headline.

Your heart ached once more but you still somehow faked it in front of them. The grip on your bottle tightened. “So?” You asked, acting nonchalantly.

“You should go,” Cat said and everyone looked at her skeptically.

“Are you going insane, Catherine?” Dina butted in.

Cat reached onto her jacket’s pocket while rolling her eyes. She then tossed the two tickets in front of you. You and Abby took it.

“VIP front row tickets.” Abby read the paper.

“What’s this for?” You questioned, brows were knitting together. “I thought you hated Ellie.”

“I still do, pretty girl. But hear me out, you two should go on a date. I specifically got the front row one because that is where Ellie would see you two together, okay? You should go out and make her realize that you are so much more than that Jenny girl.”

Your eyes dropped on the tickets once again.

You found Cat’s explanation absolutely absurd and childish. If this will make Ellie annoyed, then what more will it do for you? Seeing the two up close at the stage, acting as if they were in love with each other will make you dizzy in jealousy.

“Cool. I’m in.” Abby said, smiling widely.

Your neck snapped up at her. “What?”

She shrugged. “I never forgot what I said when I first met her, and I hope she didn’t. Because I’m serious about that. I will actually steal you from her if she isn’t too careful.” Abby winked at you.

You then looked at Dina. “Dee, you think that this is a good idea, too?”

Dina then opened her mouth, trying to say something but then she just nodded. “They’re right. Ellie is already annoyed at Abby so bringing her in one of their gigs will actually make her realize what’s right in front of her.”

You gulped and looked away.

“Fine.” You answered and everyone snickered.

To say that Ellie was incredibly annoyed tonight was just an understatement because its more than that. No words could describe how much she wanted to bang her head at the concrete wall before this show started. She couldn’t even handle Jenny’s presence for even a minute, and then their managers decided to make the two collab in a gig. That sounds like a pure hell for her.

But then she has no choice. Ellie knew that this bar was near your university, and she was hoping that you wouldn’t go in there. Yes, she wanted to talk to you, she wanted to explain that she was afraid of admitting it to herself, and with you, that she does like you. More than you’ve ever known. She wanted to kiss you, wanted to make up with you and worship the ground you walk on. Ellie never knew the purpose of her life until she met her. You’ve opened up her eyes to so many things, and you showed her that she has a heart that can love.

She sighed, strumming her guitar as the music started. Jenny is beside her, making flirty glances to stir the public but Ellie couldn’t pretend to even like her. Not when the song she wrote for you was the one playing.

The two of them started singing. Ellie was avoiding Jenny’s gazes at the stage by looking at the crowd, examining everyone who seemed to be indulged in their performance.

A couple of minutes passed and Ellie saw a familiar figure amid the crowd. Her posture straightened while following you as you made your way to the swarm of people. Her ringed fingers gripped the base of her guitar tightly while the other one was strumming it.

Ellie couldn’t move her eyes away from you. She wanted to jump off the stage and catch you in her arms at the moment. It’s like someone has cast a spell that made her this crazy in love for you. Ellie forgot about her partner on the stage and just was shocked when Jenny touched her tattooed arm.

And then reality has seeped in.

She was with Jenny, and you weren’t alone at the bar.

You’re with Abby.

Oh god, you’re with her.

Ellie’s gaze darkened as she stared at the two of you, sitting at one of the front row seats at the bar. Perfectly in line with her vision. The bar was dim, and the light that was on was the blinding neon flashing lights. But she could see how Abby was gripping your waist, pulling you closer to her body as she leaned in and whispered something to you. Ellie figured out that it was funny because of the way you laughed.

Ellie wanted to smash the guitar at the floor, slowly getting red from so much annoyance. Her gaze never left yours, watching every move of you two.

The performance was painfully slow, and those two hours, Ellie spent glaring in your direction. Something inside you stirred, knowing that she was annoyed. You couldn’t believe that Ellie was acting jealous, especially when Abby was close to you. At first, you thought Cat’s plan wasn’t going to work, not believing that there was an absolute chance that Ellie would get jealous of someone near you. However, it was proved wrong when Abby and you noticed how many death glares she threw at the two of you.

And Abby was enjoying every little bit of it.

When it was done, Ellie never wasted a single second before she angrily made her way backstage. She immediately took a swig of the bottle of whiskey, drowning her anger in it. She couldn’t believe it. She wanted to slam her fist at the wall, shout at something, and then repeat. She fucked this up. And she should face the consequences of it.

You sighed, watching Ellie leave the stage. You wanted to run after her, the universe knew how much you wanted to. However, you can’t. Not when Jenny was around. Not in front of her.

“She’s mad.” Abby pointed out.

You looked at Jenny who was still at the stage, talking to her fans. But you can feel the awkwardness of it when the band members were slowly getting out, following Ellie. Leaving her alone to deal with them.

“I feel bad.” You said, sadly.

“You should talk to her, then.”

You stared at Abby for a minute before nodding, seriously considering it.

Your phone lit up. It was Alex telling you that Ellie was at the limousine if you still wanted to talk to her. You quickly bid goodbye to Abby who assures you that she will be fine in here. You thank her before you spotted the car that Alex was talking about.

You opened the door, and Ellie couldn’t contain her surprise at the sight of you. However, it was short-lived as her annoyance started to get her way in her.

“Where’s your date?” She asked bitterly.

You shook your head. “There. I left her.”

Ellie’s brows knitted. “Why would you do that? She might get hurt if she finds out that you’re here with me.” She said sarcastically.

“Ellie, we’re friends. Nothing more.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you wouldn’t talk to me because you’re finally with her.” She slurred.

“I wouldn’t talk to you because I don’t want the two of us to become overcome with our emotions. Which is what is happening right now.”

Ellie silently looked at you. Her green eyes were watering as she tried to glare at you. You, however, stared at her with much sadness.

“I just missed you.” She croaked. “And I do like you, y/n. The moment you hopped out of the car that day, I wanted to run after you. Kneel in front of you and tell you how much I wanted you the moment I laid my eyes on you.” She breathed. “You’re the only one I wanted, okay?”

“Ellie…”

“Please, just.” She shut her eyes tightly, tears flowing down her cheeks. Ellie was even surprised that loving can make her feel such things. It was ugly, but it reminded her how much she cared for you. “If you don’t like me anymore, I’ll stop. Just say it.”

Instead of answering her, you immediately grabbed her cheeks with both of your hands, enveloping her in a warm kiss. You leaned into her, and Ellie didn’t waste a time to grab your hips, making you straddle her in her seat. You attempt to pull away from the kiss, but Ellie desperately catches your lips once again, pulling you into a deep heated makeout. Both of your tongues swirled against each other, and Ellie’s grip on your waist tightened.

“I love you, Ellie. I don’t want to leave you, okay?” You said after you pulled out from the kiss.

Ellie smiled. “I won’t leave, baby. And I do love you more than ever. So please, kiss me once again because I am starving.”

And who are you to say no, right?

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Meghan is still protected by the palace via being married to Harry.

No one will call her out as long as that protection is in place.

I don't think this is the reason why. If it was Catherine the media had dirt on they would be all over it, everything would be written about and everyone would have an opinion. Catherine as a senior member of the royal family couldn't just disappear in this hypothetical scenario of the media having dirt on her so the media wouldn't have to worry about loosing money they regularly make off her simply existing in the public space. (Look at the desperation for Catherine to return as her absence due to illness has put a dent in revenue otherwise expected) Meghan can only dream of having that kind of influence but she still makes the media money and if the truth about her was exposed she'd actually have to properly disappear and probably for a considerable period. The media want their cake and to eat it too, to have this situation they'll continue to not point out any contradictions, changing stories and the obvious lies told by Meghan and if they have any real damaging information that would destroy Meghan's reputation completely it will never be revealed.

This comparison doesn't work. Kate doesn't have that kind of dirt in her closet. The comparison is apples and filet mignon. That's why the press would be all over it if Kate did have this dirt - because her reputation and her image is so squeaky clean otherwise. It validates one of the biggest pieces of criticism about her, "no one's this perfect."

For the comparison to work, it has to be apples and apples. You have to assume that either Kate has the same/similar skeletons in her closet or that Meghan has a squeaky clean reputation and image.

And if Kate has the skeletons in her closet, she absolutely would be protected by the BRF. If the BRF wouldn't have done it, then William would have. He's shown us that he'd protect Kate (when he dealt with the phone hacking, when he sued over the topless photos, when The Tatler insulted the Middletons in their 'Kate the Great' article when he dealt with the medical privacy invasion, when he supported her convalescence instead of working through it), so it's safe to assume that he'd protect her in some way.

But if Meghan did have the squeaky clean reputation and image, the BRF wouldn't be protecting her as much, because there wouldn't be anything to protect. Just like they do with Kate currently.

Second, the BRF will always protect their own. Even if Harry is PNG'd and no one talks to him, they'll still throw down for him if he gets into serious trouble (and speculation is that they do - Charles sends money in some way, BP still takes Harry's calls, he can still arrange a meeting with Charles). I mean, Harry's not getting all these second, third, fourth chances with his lawsuits because he has the best lawyer in the world.

And because Meghan is married to Harry, that protection extends to her. Because why else haven't the things the media discovered in 2016 been published (like her debts, her addictions, her real connections to Soho House, her Flim Flam business and all her trademark/copyright applications)? After all, if they were hinting about those stories in 2016 and then got slapped down by the palace and Harry's love shield, that doesn't mean those things they discovered went away. It just means they didn't publish them. So why haven't they published them any time in, say, the last 3 years since the Oprah interview, if they really loathe Meghan as much as they claim to?

Because she's still protected by the BRF through her marriage. Once Harry says he's done with her, all bets are off and the dirt is going to fly. And we know this is going to happen because we see it happen. Any time there's PR about Harry and Meghan leading distant or separate lives, the press starts to drip and tease stories about Meghan, but before anything serious leaks out, there's a whole new wave of "Meghan and Harry are stronger than ever" PR.

[nowimjustastranger]

Break The Mold Lore | Part 1

In this universe, Bill Cipher goes by William. He’s still a dream demon who accidentally destroyed his dimension but, instead of embracing chaos and basically turning into a sadistic psycho, he simply wandered the universe in a grief-stricken daze until he came across Ford. Ford, who was also an anomaly among his peers just like William had been. William felt a kinship with the human child, appearing in Ford’s dream that night. And, in true child-like fashion, Ford quickly befriended the dream demon who complimented his birth defect.

Eventually, a few weeks into their friendship, they make a deal. William will be Ford’s friend forever in return for entry into the physical plane and free access to Ford’s dreams. William makes the same deal with Stan once they get acquainted.

Basically, William ends up befriending the Stan twins, pretty much ensuring that they never have a falling out. When Stan accidentally breaks the machine, William encourages Stan to tell Ford. He does and they have a heated argument as Ford fixes it, and finally the truth comes out as Stan cracks. Ford stares at his sobbing brother who believes that Ford is abandoning him, that Ford is throwing him away because he’s not good enough, has never been good enough.

William helps mediate so they can each understand each other better, and so they don’t devolve into yelling at each other again. Feelings are soothed as Ford reveals that he had never wanted to give up on their dream, but it felt like Stan was forcing him to choose between sailing and college.

William asks Ford and Stan if they could just move closer to Ford’s college together so he could complete his studies and then they could go sailing together afterward, explore the ocean –which is teeming with anomalies for Ford to discover and study– and both the boys are stunned that such an easy solution was staring them in the face the whole time.

Cue them doing just that, moving out of their abusive household after graduation and finding an apartment near campus. William helps both twins settle into their new life, assisting Ford with his homework when needed and also helping Stan find a well paying job. William helps out by keeping the house clean for them, but they still have to handle the grocery shopping since William can’t be seen by the general public.

The Stan twins are very protective of William, making sure he’s comfortable and bringing him out to secluded spots so he’s not cooped up in the apartment all the time. They worry about William constantly, Ford driven to make the dream demon his first subject to study because he wants to know how Bill works just in case anything ever happens. Plus, Ford has been playing around with the idea of building William a body with a penpal of his named Fiddleford.

When Stan is brought into the loop, he handles the paperwork trail to make it seem as if William is human, also getting William a SSN and a valid ID, William tagging along to make sure the shady types that Stan is dealing with don’t try anything.

Ford graduates after several years of college with two PhD’s, the Stan twins putting off their dream of sailing to make sure Ford has all the skills needed to make their idea a reality with Fiddlford’s help.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Home Sweet Home

Ron Weasley x Reader

Ron had always been self conscious about his family, and felt like you would leave him if you saw his humble home. That you deserved better. Little did he know, you were about to live the cottage core dream. Just factor in a bunch of hot older brothers, and Ron’s relaxing it wasn’t the house he had to worry about

Set after The Battle Of Hogwarts, and uh No Dead Fred because FLUFF DAMMIT!

Warnings: jealous Ron, self conscious Ron, teasing, a very loaded house, hurt comfort, canon typical angst(?) and of course tooth rotting fluff

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“Well…..Here we are-“ Ron swallowed, as the two of you would step from the fire place. You had been begging to visit his family, but his original excuse was that it was too dangerous to travel. Valid, but the war had ended. Sure, just because the war was over didn’t mean things were all tied off. Still, he can’t just hide you forever. You out right threatened to write a letter to Molly, and ask to come over yourself. That made him cave.

“Woah-!” You just beamed, as you set your bag down. You were already utterly enchanted. It was so cozy, and busy! You could hear the many siblings all around the building. Ron had warned you the place would be packed. After the war, it was a need to be closer to family. So, a Summer at the burrow it was. Oh all the romantic partners, jammed in. You included.

“Who should I meet first?!” You asked, as Ron seemed flabbergasted. You were in love with the madness, and hardly were here a minute. Before he could speak, he was tackled by the twins. Ronniekins was quick to fill the living room, as they ruffled his hair. Pinching his cheeks, and just being a menace.

You knew the twins, and Ginny, well. It was Percy, and up, that were as forgien as their hair was orange. Percy was always so busy with his studies, you sometimes forgot it was a gaggles of seven, and not six. Made it more surprising to see him, but not a surprise that it was in a suit.

“It’s complicated-“ Ron was quick to whisper, to make sure you knew not to bring up the Ministry job. You just nodded your head, as you watched the up tight man hang up his suit jacket. Hardly gave the man time to register you were there, before your were suddenly engulfed by the sent of fire crackers. Along with long arms.

“OUR LITTLE RONNIE-KINS IS ALL GROWN UP-!” The twins would give a mock sob, as George would cradle Ron’s head. It was, painfully, easy to tell who was who. Poor George. Still handsome as ever, but that’s gotta mess with your head after all. From identical, to not.

“Alright, that’s four brothers down. Two to go-!” You tried to make sure the mood stayed chipper, while your poor boyfriend was being a knuckle to his scalp. You could hear Molly tsking, before she shouted. “BOYS-! DONT MAKE ME GRAB CHARLIE-!” She warned.

“As if I’m any better-!” That had you turn your head, and woof. He was, oh he was something. The thick muscles, sun kisses skin, freckles, the fire crisped mullet, currently being tied back by blistered hands. Oh he was hot, and literally as well. You could feel the heat on his exposed skin. Given it was a tank top and jeans, damn was there a burn.

“THEN WILLIAM-!” Molly groaned, as he was next to pop his head in. You tried not to wince, but it couldn’t be helped. Half his face was just….Not there anymore. The right side of his face was rough. Blinded eye, his cheek in a permeant split to always expose his teeth. How the scar went through his hair, so to leave a permeant part. Despite it all, there was beauty. Pale complexion from exhaustion with curses, tall frame, long hair. He was stunning.

“Looks like Ronnie-Kins has competition~!” The twins mocked Ron, which made his ears go red. He was always self conscious. Even before you knew he even had brothers. He was always the last out. Even Ginny seemed to have more superiority than him. Despite the fact she was outside, riding her broom, he still would be last to the table. That’s what he thought, anyway.

“Yeah, the married men are in a contest with their little brother.” Bill snorted, as he waved his hand. Showing off his band. “Yeah, sorry, I like my men like I like my dragons. Dragons-“ You had no idea what that meant, but you were certain you’ll learn eventually. You knew not everyone was here yet, after all.

“Can SOMEONE help me with the cooking already?!” Molly shouted, only for every man in the room to scatter. You found that so rude to do to Molly, but then it clicked. Bonding time for you and her. Ok, that was sweet. They get a pass, this time.

“I’m here, Mama Molly!” You chirped, as you hurried into the kitchen. That smile of hers just warmed your soul, as she patted your cheek. “Oh thank you, love.” And like that, you were busy in the kitchen. Happily listening to the endless stories she had to share. Your favorites were of Ron, of course. It was, however, nice to be caught up to speed about the other couples.

Fleur and Bill were married, of course. Ron wanted to invite you to the wedding, but your family wanted to stay out of England until things settled. Smart choice. Charlie finding someone was a surprise, but rumor has it the guy is literally part dragon. That explains that. Percy seemed to hit it off with Oliver, that caught you by surprised. The nerd, and the jock? No way. Fred and George seemed to be sharing Angelina. For some reason, you couldn’t imagine it any other way. Muggle twins weren’t the same as magical ones, that’s for sure. Ginny wasn’t a surprise. She and Luna became official a while ago. Everyone knew that poor Ginny felt like she had to like Harry. Seemed the same was for The Boy Who Lived. So it was mutual, and healthy. Good for them.

“Jeez, that’s a lot of food-“ You wheezed, as you had to use magic to float said food over. “Seven kids, six partners. Half of said kids eat like they are five kids at once-!” She huffed, but was happy. Ever since things finally settled down, a proper income was flying their way. Curse breaker, Dragonologist, WWW, Aurur, Quidditch Athelet. Good fortune smiled on them, finally.

“Sorry for being late-! You would not believe the-Oh-! Well if it isn’t Ron’s little honey bee. So happy to see you-!” Arthur didn’t even take the time to pull his robe off. Just so quick to hug you. That made you feel so adored. Didn’t even take the time to deformal. You had to be hugged.

“Seems like just about everyone is here for supper. Fleur and Luna are upstairs, Angelina, Ginny, and Oliver are outside, we just need-“ Before she could finish, you screamed. Why did you scream? Because something was grabbing your ankle. You gave a violent kick, and the thing went flying into the sink.

“THAT WAS NOT CHARLIE-!” A voice alerted you, and the parents, as someone was quick to hurry to said sink. Long salt and pepper hair was a curtain down his back, while he seemed to wear a robe of some kind. Yukata-? Hanfu-? You didn’t really know the names. You just knew it was no bath robe.

“Shouren, we talked about this-“ Molly gave a playful scold, as she wasn’t mad at all. The Weasley twins had to get that playful side from both families after all. “Apologies, I….We haven’t seen each other in months, and I-“ He defended, as you were able to process the scene.

What went flying was a mechanical arm of sorts. The silvery eyed man, full of scars, would soon lower the side of his robe. There was a scarred up shoulder, with plating on it. With a simple click, and pop, the arm was attached. Fingers were given a test movement, before Molly dried it off for him.

“Oh, hello-!” He waved, with his working arm. “Sorry about that, I’m Long Shouren-“ He offered his hand, and you took it. “Weasleys, am I right?” You joke, as to show no hard feelings. Least your screams of bloody murder was making everyone hurry to the kitchen. PTSD does that.

“Wonderful! William set the table, Charlie grab the drinks-“ Molly was quick to run down the list, and send out orders. Like a well oiled machine. Robes were hung up, people were set, and everything was in order. Just one issue. There was zero chance everyone will fit at the table. No worries, with Luna.

“Let’s sit where we feel ourselves feel most at peace, so we can take a moment to savor.” Luna said, ever in her whimsical way. So, everyone was kinda scattered around. As if that was an issue. Weasleys were loud. Voices could carry for miles.

As expected, couples found their ways to snuggle. Molly and Arthur remained at the table, with Bill and Fleur. Same goes for Percy and Oliver. The twins had Angelina squished between themselves on the couch, while Charlie was sitting cross legged with Shouren. Ginny and Luna? They stole the free counter space, and happily kicked their feet.

“This house-“ Ron huffed, as you snuggled into him at the dinner table. That seemed to relax him, a little. Still, he seemed to more so play with his food. Compared to actually eating it. His eyes catching glances at his siblings. Everyone seemed so in tuned with each other. Even Percy and Oliver. Oliver the one to lead the conversation, and Percy listened.

“Come on, eat. Someone’s gotta keep fit to kick some death eater behind.” You teased, with a poke to his nose. Made that freckled thing wiggle, and you were a giggle at it. Maybe he was over thinking it. Despite all the chaos around you all, your eyes were focused on him. All his brothers were so loud in their personalities. Ginny all the same. Loud, beautiful, chaotic, then there was him.

“So who wants to be the next test subject-?” Angelina called, while Luna was quick to raise her hand. “LUNA NO-!” Ginny wheezed, as everyone was laughing at her eager nature. “I lost enough limbs, thank you very much-“ Shouren called, waving his fake arm. “I mean-“ Oliver began. “Do NOT entertain them-“ Percy warned. Bill was just shaking his head at them, as the conversation flowed like water. The time going by.

When dinner had long since been finished, and Bill finished helping Molly with washing the dishes, everyone was sent to bed. Travel was exhausting after all. You couldn’t help but wonder how the hell Bill and Charlie were going to handle sharing a room with two extra people. Those thoughts were washed away, as you entered Ron’s room.

“I know it’s not much-“ He began, only for your gasp to hush him. “YOUR ROOM IS SO COOL-!” You beamed, as you spun around in it. You loved it. It was so him. It also had a semi tiny balcony, that you were quick to look over. Enjoying the warm summer night air. The smell of his home. The smell of him.

“It’s so cozy! I love cozy.” You beamed, as you hurried back in. Happily admiring his many posters, pictures and what have you. It was so perfect, because it was Ron. You couldn’t help it, as you flopped on his bed. Messy with quilts, and smelled of wood and rain.

“Yer not just saying that, right?” He asked, with his ears a soft red. He just always had such low self esteem. Everything felt like it was hidden behind other words. That nothing was honest, but you were. You would sit up, and smiled.

“Ron, you think I dated you for some kind of hero credit? Lame. Give me the cute red head helping teach the first years chess, thank you very much.” You smirked, as his face burned red. Course you remembered that. You wanted to learn chess as well, but you felt shy because you were the same age. So you often just watched, and the rest was history.

“Now come on. I’m exhausted. I love your family, but wow….” You yawned, as Ron agreed. He grew up with them, but the energy is hard to match. Before either of you could fall asleep, you bother were quick to change into your sleep wear. That more so being stealing his shirt before he could even get it on. He allowed it, because you looked good in it.

“Think you can handle a whole summer of this?” Ron asked, as you curled up into his arms. Just like a puzzle. It felt so perfect. His strong arms around you, as he gently played with your hair. Legs a tangle mess, as you both hid under a thin blanket. Able to enjoy the summer night air.

“If I have you, I’ll face anything.” You smiled, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. It was returned, as he held you a little tighter. As if you said a spell to lock him in place. He felt a little more confident in the relationship now, and that made you so happy.

Hardly a minute went by, and you two were knocked out cold. His snores just perfect for your white noise. The sounds of nature, Ron, an old house full of love, and the crickets outside. With the smells of love, and home, to soothe you. What more could you want? The whole world was in your arms, and no way will you part from it.

[hellosweetart]

Hi, so for the Serial Killer Francis Au, I have some ideas (btw I'm not the SK Francis anon, so there could be some inaccuracies in the AU here and there)

About the Milkbread route of the AU, what if: Nacha is a nervous wreck? Of course, she is nice, bubbly, but she also is a ball of crippling anxiety, always scared of messing up everything in her life, from relationship, to work, and to her overall reputation?

As Nacha hung around with Francis, she still noticed something was wrong about him, like how uncaring he was to the world, how sometimes he would drop the most disturbing and morbid statements, but she was just a little bit less decisive. Now at that time, psychology was not a big thing yet, so while her gut was screaming that he's a dangerous man, she still had zero evidence to actually prove that he was and had no reason to distance herself from him. Since Nacha's gut feeling was strong, she even called some of her friends and family members from outside the building to evaluate Francis' behavior. However, all of the people whom Nacha contacted waved off her concerns and some even said that her worries were ridiculous and she might even make a fool of herself if she kept worrying.

So, to not be the jerk, Nacha stayed with Francis. Francis was a smart man, so when he saw Nacha exhibiting her discomfort when he acted "off", he knew to adjust his act. Eventually, Nacha ultimately felt bad for thinking of Francis as one creepy man, (even if her worries is totally valid), and even dated and had Ana with him.

And fast forward till Nacha killed someone and was too scared to do anything that she called Francis and confessed everything. Francis of course was over the moon in a twisted way and helped Nacha with the corpse, pretty much by butchering it so it looks like a doppelgänger mauled the victim.

At this point, Nacha would realize that her gut was right all along because: no way a normal person would look so excited dissecting a whole corpse, and from the way he worked, so "professional" for lack of better terms that it's definitely not his first time.

She had 2 choices: 1, say nothing and live with this cursed knowledge that her husband was a monster in the form of a human while pretend that everything were fine; or 2, confront him about his ways and behaviors, but get blackmailed back because he knew she killed someone. It was not like she had a video recording of Francis casually dissecting a corpse and like I said before, all of Francis' behavior can be chalked up to jokes and stuff, which means that she can't get him arrested, due to lack of proof.

Francis can now force Nacha help him around with his kills, something like a twisted bonding time between the couple. He makes the kills, she helps with the disposing, both of them get bloody together and sometimes she even kill under his threats too. She now can out him for being a murderer, but she would also end up in jail for being his accomplice.

In other words, her cowardice and lack of trust in her own judgement doomed her.

Then come another character: Izaack Gauss. He's the nosy reporter type, whom, like Nacha, notice something off about Francis, but has no proof to accuse him of anything. He's been trying to befriend Nacha for ages to get her to spill something interesting to him about her husband, but she had nothing to say to him... until now. This time, she can rat Francis out to Izaack, and can actually get away scott free since Izaack would be covering for her. But would she actually do it? Or would she be too broken and too drowned in her own regrets to do anything? Or maybe... she may even kill Izaack, in her shattered mental state?

Also, since I also see Francis with Angus and William being friends with dubious morality, I think it'd be somewhat funny if Angus explains his friend group to a random lackey of his like this:

"Ah yes, me, the nerd who created the doppelganger catastrophe, and a dude with superb killing and torturing skills plus his wife who makes good food but looks a bit too traumatized lately, meh, at least she's not ratting any of us out."

This is a great headcanon. Though if SK Francis actively killed someone and need to dispose of the body, he would rather just do it by himself than ask assistance from Nacha. I believe he would prefer to fix his own mess because, in his own standards, he would be a "bad husband" to ask for his wife's help. And if Nacha fell into the same mess (like what she did to the workmate bastard who sexually harassed her), SK Francis would be more than willing to help her.

Speaking of Nacha's trouble, here is my sketch:

Ana peeks out and yeah...something is off with her father.

Also, another thing about my HC for Angus is that on this universe, he doesn't often smile. I think its because of trauma he had endured of owning a shady business and then came along with SK Francis where he has developed a strange close relationship. He can't tell if its amazement, fear, amusement or infatuation...

[asoiafsworld]

HEADCANON; DATING ALPHA ELLIE

pairing; alpha!ellie x omega!reader

warnings; alternative universe - a/b/o, ellie has a real dick, breeding kink, knotting, scenting, praise, degradation, no mentions of reader's gender but they have a vagina, fluff, mentions of jealousy and violence

author's note; i really really love writing any sort of a/b/o au and alpha ellie makes me go feral. i hope u guys enjoy this and tell me if u want another part <3

she's definitely the type of person to feed into the stereotype of alphas

intimidating, strong, protective, caring. yeah she absolutely loves the idea of other people seeing her that way

she never cared more about it than when she met you though

it was at a small party that was being held by one of her friends. you were invited by one of the people ellie didn't know very well which is why you didn't meet her before

you're just the sweetest and kindest person she's ever met. always a smile on your lips and listening attentively to what the others talk about

ellie would absolutely have to restrain herself from sniffing at your neck like a dog

she's addicted to your scent and the moment she smelled it, she wanted to be closer to you and talk to you

when you go to the kitchen to get yourself a drink, she takes the chance and finally talks to you alone

safe to say you guys start dating not too long after that

bc she's just. the sweetest and cutest and hottest and most respectable alpha you have ever met and that really doesn't happen often

besides i'm 100% sure that she has a mouthwatering scent so how could you not fall for her?

from anyone else's perspective, ellie is just like most alphas

but you know better

she's literally the softest little wolfie that exists

when she comes home from a busy day, the only thing she wants is to stick her face into your neck and smell at your lovely scent

when you ask her why she does that, she says it's because your scent smells like home to her

you have to suppress the urge to smooch her entire face

she's such a perfect alpha girlfriend oh my god

you get embarrassed when you ask her to scent your clothes but she knows that that's what you want

so she does it without you asking her

also pulls out her own clothes for u to wear

because nothing makes her alpha brain go more brrr than seeing you in her clothes and enveloped in her scent

gets easily jealous but you always make sure to not encourage anyone else to flirt with you

because she's beaten up rude creepy alphas for asking for your number and u don't really want that to happen again

but secretly, you like when she gets all angry and violent

she's so so protective of you

you could be at work or at your classes all day and she would still text you every single hour and ask where you are or what you're doing with a million heart emojis

she does this because she desperately hopes to hide how territorial she feels over you

as if anyone would dare to approach ellie williams omega after the things she's done to other alphas. they definitely know better now

but she's also just worried about you because sadly, most alphas are incredibly awful and she just wants you to be safe

usually, people assume that u cook because you're the omega. which is a very weird way to think and u both know this

however, ellie is the one that cooks the most

it's part of her instincts; caring for you

she likes the idea of you eating a meal made by her at least once a day

it's a simple form of validating her feeling of taking care of you

she's always looking out for you and making sure you eat and sleep in good amounts

she knows how awful you feel when you didn't sleep enough so most of the time, she ropes you into putting your phone down by promising cuddles

you know that it's her trick but it works

you fall asleep within five minutes of cuddling her

her holding you close to her, smelling her scent so closely... her arms are your comfort place and you don't feel safer anywhere else in the world than with her

okay let's talk about nasties bc sex with alpha ellie....

no one fucks like she does. literally no one

she's already a dominant person in her usual interactions with other people

but in the bedroom? and with you?

prepare to never walk again in your life

she always, always makes sure you're ready enough to take her

because let's be very real, ellie would have a monstrously big dick I KNOW SHE WOULD

so foreplay always takes long for both of you

and ellie loves it

the first thing she always does, without fail, is eat your pussy like she's starved

in my mind for a/b/o aus, it only makes sense for pussy to taste the same way as your scent

and since ellie is obsessed with your scent...

she definitely takes every opportunity to eat it

she has added alpha strength on top of her usual strength and definitely uses it to keep you from squirming

always praising you when you whine and whimper for her

you're usually embarrassed by your sounds but ellie's insistent on hearing how she makes you feel

the first time she ate you out, she came in her pants btw

she was so addicted to the way you taste and the way you look when you cum

she was so embarrassed afterwards but you comforted her and told her that it's hot

now, she has all the self control in the world

she makes you cum at least two times with her mouth and once wth her fingers before she fucks you

and god, her fingering game is STRONG

you're always squirming and begging for her to make you cum when she fingers you

and because you're sensitive from previous orgasms, you squirm away from her

but she's definitely not having it

she uses the strength of just one arm to hold you down and it's enough for you to not be able to move anymore

the feeling of her fingers repeatedly pounding into you and not being able to get away, her making you take her no matter what...

added with the was she talks to you, it makes you cum so fast

"my pretty baby, you're so close for me hm? want to cum for me?"

"you're only cumming because i want you to. because i allow you to."

"my dumb, stupid omega. you're so fucking desperate for me, listen to how wet your little cunt is."

when she feels that you're wet and open enough for her, she pulls out her dick and slowly starts to push into you

most of the time you're already crying from just the tip being inserted

it just feels so fucking good and you want her so badly

you hold onto her for dear life as she keeps pushing in and everytime, the same thing happens

"won't fit, ellie, please, 's too big, i'm too tight, it won't fit."

"shh, it'll fit, baby. fit a million times before, it'll fit now. and if not, i'll push it and fuck you anyway."

ellie can feel your slick around her dick as she says this and grins at how much it turns you on

but let's be real. as soon as she's fully inside you, she's gone

she gets feral and her brain is reduced down to her most base alpha instincts

all she has on her mind is fuck, knot and breed

and that's exactly what you want her to do

so you say exactly what you know gets her going

"alpha... please, fuck me, need you so bad."

she goes crazy when you say things like that to her

she loves fucking you in positions where she can easily control you

she loves missionary because she can look down at your teary eyes and see how affected you are and how badly you need her

and most of the time, she just grabs you by the hips and holds them in the air and fucks into you as if you're a doll

and it makes you go so weak because the way she holds you up with her strength makes you clench around her

she often gets a bit rougher when she fucks you

it's the only time she allows herself to let go and just be an alpha and she loves you so much for trusting her

she grabs you tightly, she slaps your ass until it's completely red and she bites you literally everywhere

she likes when she absolutely demolishes your neck and sees you not covering it up

she fucks you with so much power, strength, urgency and precision that it feels like you can't breathe at times

she usually makes you cum at least once as she fucks you and then again when cums too

she's usually just letting out her sexy grunts snd moans as she fucks you

but right before she comes, she says the filthiest things you could think of

"gonna breed you, my omega. gonna fill you up with my cum because you're a good whore for me. look at how pretty you are when you cry."

"don't worry baby, i'll give you a big knot like you deserve it. you just wanna be stuffed full by your alpha, huh?"

you're not even coherent as she cums inside you and fills you up to the brim

you just lie there and take whatever she gives you

and everytime it just feels so right when she's breeding you full and making sure you have nothing but her, your big, strong alpha on your mind

it feels so right and good to be connected to her like this and you're grateful that she does this with you and that she loves you

she comes back to herself not too long after and she leans down to kiss you and to tell you how well you did for her

"my good, sweet omega. did so well for alpha, i love you so much, my cute baby."

there's a moment where she debates on fucking you all over again when she pulls out and watches her cum leave your fluttering hole

but she knows she's too tired and you are too so she simply carries you to the bathroom and takes a long, warm bath with you

you're usually not very present after she's fucked you out and you just look too cute with your eyes half open and a little pout on your lips, occasionally holding them out for ellie to kiss

she loves it so much and takes care of you so well

she gets you all clean and in some comfy clothes and carries you to the kitchen, your legs around her waist

sits you down on her lap and feeds you most of the time since you won't eat anything otherwise

carries you back to the bedroom and makes sure to put on clean sheets and then lays down with you on top of her, your head resting on her chest

she praises you and softly gives you kisses all over your face

"my good baby. i'm so proud of you. love you so much."

and you two live happily ever after!

[focsle]

Hello! I don't know if this is exactly your wheelhouse, but I was reading about Fredrick Douglass and it briefly mentioned that he used a Seamans protection certificate in his escape from slavery; I was wondering if you had any thoughts/ info about these as it relates to Black seamen in the US, especially the South. If not, absolutely no worries! Love your blog.

Oh yeah, I went down a rabbit hole sometime back about seamen’s protection certificates in the context of what they meant for Black mariners and US Citizenship!

To summarize that above post, Seamen’s Protection Certificates spoke to the contradictory legal status of Black mariners in the antebellum US when naturalization was only accessible to white men. It’s a paper that says that one is a US citizen, but was not considered ‘valid’ documentation for accessing the rights of a US citizen. But for all intents and purposes, it still signaled that the man in question was indeed a citizen when abroad. This contradiction (as well as other legal contradictions) was leveraged by people fighting for access to naturalization and a full legal identity for African Americans.

But while the certificate did not truly grant citizenship to Black sailors, it still served as a form of protection both in states where slavery was law, as well as ‘free’ states, where the Fugitive Slave Act quickly destabilized any sense of security one might have there. The seamen’s protection certificates had only a brief vague description of the holder. As such, some free Black men would take the risk of loaning their papers out to those escaping enslavement who roughly matched the written description, similar to how States’ ‘free papers’ were also loaned out for the same purpose. As Douglass mentioned in his autobiography concerning his use of said papers:

“But I had one friend—a sailor—who owned a sailor’s protection, which answered somewhat the purpose of free papers—describing his person and certifying to the fact that he was a free American sailor. The instrument had at its head the American eagle, which at once gave it the appearance of an authorized document.”

Nearly 1/3rd of applications for seamen’s protection certificates were made by men of color because of the protection they afforded against being kidnapped into slavery. Even though there was a lot of backpeddling from officials saying that the protection certificates didn’t REALLY mean citizenship, it was still an official document stating someone’s freedom and thus had tremendous value in allowing a man to move freely through the world. Here’s an old but good article about seamen’s protection certificates in general that speaks a little more to that.

In the context of mariners in the South, here are some examples. This one, from the National Archives is for a man named William Wright, from Viriginia who applied for a certificate in New Orleans in 1810.

And another from the collections of Mystic Seaport of a man named Jonathan Miller, born in New York but applying for the paper in Galveston Texas. The language is a bit different from the boilerplate seamen’s protection certificates like the one above, so I think it’s slightly different as a legal document—but still, in 1856, would hold the same sort of odd wobbly status.

The museum’s interpretation of this was that it was likely applied for and used as a form of protection in moving freely through the South, rather than Mr. Miller specifically using it for a maritime purpose.

[cute-brainz]

Summit spoilers !! ( incredibly jumbled thoughts)

I started writing this the day after the summit came out. I think the spoiler warning is still valid !

- hella artblock but girl I will draw Sam and Tank sitting on a bench just outside the rain on skyside's porch holding hands and being so gooey and disgustingly sweet first chance I get. And more importantly sitting on their couch at home afterwards eating BUTTER PECAN ice cream. I am rotating them both in my mind.

- I do not want to talk or think about Alexis, so I won't. 👍 (Her VA was amazing though, props to them!)

- Asher and David should've kissed during that "look into my eyes" scene, I just think that would've been really fun. Angel probably thought so too

- I hope Sweetheart is okay because I am legitimately worried about them. And Milo because this is so stressful for him too lol

- And Lovely's crown.,. Oh my gosh. I have the biggest heart eyes you've ever seen. They love each other so much . I am rotating them in my mind also

- I am so fucking relieved Treasure didn't actually come. I have too many feelings in my body so it probably would've just made me evaporate off the face of the earth. I need their relationship to progress more please. if Porter didn't want to take them then why did he bother telling them about the magical world? Maybe just to have a consensual and regular blood source? Or maybe he really did want to bring them, then changed his mind? is everything staring me in the face, but the autism is winning so I have no idea? Many questions.

- WHERE is bright by the way??? And my boy Frederick????? I'm pissed.

- WILLIAM. Do not even get me started because this post is already too long for me. I love him but there's a lot he needs to answer for. And I care about Vincent SO MUCH So I will be a little pressed about it until he gets an explanation.

- Expected a lot of shifter-directed bigotry, then got a little bit, then decided that was enough for me.

- In my head while Sweetheart was agreeing to go with the plan and Milo, Asher and Babe were standing there, SH and Babe had a little "please be careful" moment. Thank you.

- I said I wasn't going to talk about Alexis but eventually I am going to write down Alexis and Tank's interactions. What alexis said and how I think tank responded. Tank is me, so it's important that I dissect everything that happens to them.

- Closeknit?? In MY party???

TLDR. I enjoyed it and I have big feelings

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

I, apparently, get some validation in the form of likes and I go all gung-ho about writing stuff.

Anyway, Part 1 on Aladdin!AU punkflower.

Miles Morales…was bored.

He was sat next to his dad, at the head of the table, because for the past three months his father had decided that Miles was old enough to start listening in on the financials of their kingdom. Miles had been excited, at first, ready to help his kingdom and start thinking of ways to present himself as someone to be taken seriously; until he actually sat through four or five meetings and realized what they usually ended up being: a group of people, sitting around a table once a week, discussing what to do with money the kingdom barely had and how to generate more money for it, and all he was supposed to do was sit down and listen. Every so often his dad would interject, throwing out this idea or that one, and the table would devolved into a debate about how it would work.

The group consisted of Jeff Morales, the king, and Miles, the prince. Wilson Fisk, the royal advisor, was sitting on the left of his father, two seats down so that he was visible to both king and prince. Miguel O’Hara, the captain of the guards, was on Miles’s right, directly across from Wilson. They had their respective seconds next to them, Olivia for Wilson and Jessica (or Jess) for Miguel. The seat next to Jess was taken up by Pavitr Prabhakar, who was representing the Prabhakar family as a whole as the son of the earl; across from him was the Watson family representative, the countess Mary Jane (or MJ). On Pavitr’s other side was Peter Benjamin Parker, who usually went by Noir and theoretically wasn’t part of the meeting per say, but was sent to watch over Pavitr due to the teen being the Prabhakar’s only child. Rounding out the last of the people in the meeting were William Baker, and Adrian Toomes, both of whom were fairly new additions to the table, according to his dad.

The meeting today was sort of dragging on, and where he sat next to his dad meant that he was just out of reach of the sun, but there was still a lot of heat coming in through the window to make him sleepy. Combined with the late night he’d had the night before and the fact that while his clothes were elegant, they were thin and very comfortable meant that Miles was kind of ready to doze off and take a nap. He was slouched as much as he could be, staring blankly at Wilson as the man droned on and on about…taxes, he thought? Or the guards training. One of the two, Wilson always seemed weirdly focused on those two things. Miles had known the man for years, he’d held his position since before Miles had been born. Outside of the meetings he was usually fairly quiet, a startling trait for someone as big as Wilson was, and was good at somehow moving money around so that his dad could continue running the kingdom the way he needed to without worrying too much. He was smart, Miles could give him that, and definitely was the kind of man that had brute strength on his side; he made Miguel look tiny in comparison, and Miguel was also a fairly big guy, so…

His dad rapped his knuckles on the arm rest, making Miles sit up straighter and blink rapidly to cover the fact that he was zoning out a bit. From a bit further down, Pavitr leaned onto his palms, covering his mouth in a way that made him look like he was deeply invested in what Wilson was saying; Miles could tell was just to hide the grin on his face from Miles getting caught out.

Miles couldn’t even glare back at him, not from his position at the head of the table, and especially not with his dad right next to him, nodding sharply at whatever Miguel started with next. Captain of the guard and all, it was definitely about the guards this time and Miles sort of wanted to slam his head into the back of his chair.

He wouldn’t mind it so much if he could actually participate; hell, Pavitr could throw in ideas and join the debates going around the table, and so could Mary Jane, and even his dad could jump in when he wanted, but Miles couldn’t say anything. The first time he offered an idea, four meetings in, the entire table save for Pavitr and his dad laughed at him and when he tried to defend his idea, his dad shut it down.

Afterwards, his dad had told him “listen, son, I know you want to help, but you need to learn what’s going on in the kingdom before you can start participating in running it.”

So here he was. Learning, though Miles thought that the meetings always ended up going round in circles without ever changing anything. Clearly nothing was working, because these meetings were held every week without fail and sometimes it felt like the same four ideas thrown around all the time: open the kingdom gates more often for travelers, raise taxes, raise rents, funnel less money into the upkeep of the kingdom. Nothing about the actual people in the kingdom, how this affects their day to day living, and at the end of the meeting nothing is decided. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Until…

“The prince is fifteen now, right? What if Miles marries?” The sound of his name jolted him into attention, and Miles’s eyes locked onto Wilson’s as the man looked him over. “We can start searching for eligible candidates, maybe have him married by this time next year.”

Wait.

“What does Miles getting married have to do with the kingdom’s financials?” Pavitr asked. His eyes were narrowed at Wilson, though he was approximately the same size as Miles so it kind of looked like a month old puppy glaring down a husky. Still, he seemed to be the only one who wasn’t seriously considering it; even Mary Jane was looking thoughtful, hands crossed in front of her mouth delicately.

“Look at it this way,” Miguel told Pavitr, whose gaze didn’t shift even though Wilson wasn’t talking anymore. “If Miles marries, especially someone from a neighboring kingdom, then we can start working towards helping the population here. New food, new traffic, money coming into the kingdom instead of out of it.”

“He’s only fifteen.” Mary Jane said musingly, drawing attention to her while she looked to the king, “Doesn’t he have to wait until he’s matured enough to make decisions like that on his own, according to the law?”

“Hey, I can make decisions like that on my own!” Miles interjected, and Pavitr shot him a look that read shut up, shut up now, stop talking. Miles gulped, especially when all the eyes turned to him. “I-I mean, like, in the right — ”

“He is too young to start looking at marriage.” His dad said, and Miles breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Nobody liked to go against the king, so if his dad thought he was too young —

“I understand that his age is an issue,” Wilson said, “but the marriage wouldn’t necessarily have to happen right away in order to be beneficial to the kingdom.” Jeff leaned forward, and Miles felt his heart sink. It was basically a sign saying ‘continue’, and that meant his father had gone from being against the idea to seriously considering it now. Wilson knew this, too; a small smirk tilted his mouth. “We can set up an arrangement with a neighboring kingdom, have a long engagement, and marry them when they’re of age. Gives them plenty of time to get to know each other, all that stuff.”

“I don’t want to get married, though!” Miles said, and he was ignored as his dad leaned back in his chair. He looked thoughtful, which spelled bad things for Miles, he could tell.

And then, sure enough, his dad ran his hand over his face, shifting his glasses just slightly, and said “let me talk it over with his mother.”

[fizzingwizard]

Now I've finished reading Mansfield Park, which I expected to slog through, but instead it held my interest nearly the entire time. The one exception was the long exchange of letters after Fanny goes to Portsmouth. Then I was taking longer to get through each chapter, and the ending, of course, is as Austenian as I could expect.

Mansfield Park doesn't have the charm or wit of other Austen novels. I had put it off because I read that "no one is likable," and I don't usually have a taste for stories where everyone is just bad and miserable. But having read it, I don't think those critics were justified. Mansfield Park isn't about an unlikable group of characters. It's just that they are very flawed. And a lot of real life is hard to like, but you don't have many friends if you will only approve of paragons of virtue.

Is Fanny meant to be the paragon of virtue? was the question running through my mind. Most Austen heroines are not as perfect as they're accused of being - the only one who really fits that description, in my opinion, is Anne Elliot. (And I could go on about why that doesn't bother me at all and that the world of literature deserves an Anne Elliot or two, but back to Fanny.) Fanny confused me for the longest time. I couldn't tell if she was virtuous and pure, or naive and pathetic. I think for most of the novel she's something of both, and what really kept me gripped was feeling desperate to know whether she'd turn out as awful as the rest. It's an Austen novel, I figured there was no way she wouldn't turn out okay, but honestly I was in suspense sometimes lol, as much suspense as you can be when instead of the threat of an ax murderer hiding under the stairs, the threat is winding up rich and bitter.

My final opinion of Fanny is that I like her in a similar way that I like Anne Elliot. There are a couple lines, about the importance of "knowing your mind," and "being guided by what's in your own self," that made me see more strength in Fanny. She is essentially friendless. And she's much younger than Anne, and she's so criticized and taken advantage of, and so without warmth. So many times I thought "if only she had a backbone," and my fear was that Austen would validate her timidity and loneliness as the virtue of "female abnegation" :P But although there are the usual Austen morals, she doesn't do that - instead she gives us Susan, who does have pluck and backbone, and makes Fanny admire her for it and wish she'd had some too when she was first sent to Mansfield. And contrasting Mary Crawford with Fanny is what made me like Mary, and worry that Fanny might be the first Austen heroine to really be disappointed in love. If Fanny had some of Mary's liveliness and confidence, maybe Edmund would have noticed her. And if Mary had Fanny's good judgment, maybe she would have had Edmund in the end. I think the contrasting traits in Fanny and Mary Crawford are some of my favorites in Austen novels, because they're so real and developed that I couldn't tell for a while who was going to come out ahead.

Fanny is everything "good" in an Austen heroine, but her flaws are still real. And Mansfield Park doesn't beat around the bush when it comes to how easily she could have wound up a villain instead of a heroine. If Edmund had married Mary, Fanny would probably have married Henry and been miserable, because despite all the blabber about "she would have fixed him," I think he would have gone right on cheating and breaking her heart. Austen had more faith in Henry Crawford than I do, lol.

As for the rest of the cast, apart from Mrs Norris, I don't think anyone is hateful. But they don't have warmth, they don't have real affection. That is palpable in the novel and reminded me over and over how much I wished Fanny had a friend. When William appeared, I braced myself for his betrayal - but although he's not around much, he ended up being her true friend. I could almost wish he wasn't her brother because he treated her much better than Edmund did. William knew how to show love. If he had been brought to Mansfield Park when Fanny was, maybe Fanny would not have fallen in love with Edmund, because she would have already had a best friend who could definitely never become a romantic option.

But although the lack of warmth is so terrible, that's what I mean when I say the novel is real. I think the lack of concern for their so-called loved ones the characters show, as well as the biases and prejudices that are inconvenient for them to shed, are exactly how many families really are. Taking each other for granted, seeing each other how you wish to, and being mostly concerned about whether or not someone is useful to you personally. It sounds cynical, and there are many loving, caring families who are nowhere near as selfish as the Bertrams or the Crawfords or even the Prices. But there are many which are. And I like the way the novel made it felt. Rather than make the abuse obvious through violence and threats, the coldness is covered up by decorum, which makes it even more insidious and long-lasting. I was really sad, just deeply sad for Fanny in many places, every time I wished she had someone who would listen to her and side with her the way everyone else expected her to do for them. I'm nowhere near as virtuous as Fanny, but I know how much it sucks to bite your tongue over and over, and when you finally tell the truth, to be told that you don't know your own feelings, or you're just too ignorant to understand what you should feel, or that your judgments are wrong because it's currently convenient to the other person that they should be wrong. Sometimes I was identifying so much with Fanny that I had to stop reading. It's not gaslighting - that term is too strong. But it is inconsiderate. I was lucky because I always had a listener in my mom. She may not always understand me, but she listens and respects me. I never have to worry that what I say may set her off the way I did with my dad and brother. Lately my dad's been much better with me, which I truly appreciate - but I also can't forget him telling me that I shouldn't be insulted that he thinks opinions like mine are "stupid, because "I know you're smart enough to one day agree with me!"

Which, weirdly, brings me to Edmund... I was on the fence about him the whole time. At first he seemed like he WAS Fanny's friend, the kind older brother figure who cared about her happiness. After a while I started to suspect that he was more about the appearance of charity than about really being kind. I suspected him of betraying me and becoming exactly the kind of clergyman Mary denigrated. But other times he would do or say something that made me change my mind, and decide that he's not fake, he's just flawed. Being flawed is much better than being fake. My number one issue with him was when Fanny turned down Henry's proposal, and Edmund, despite saying he wouldn't try to sway Fanny's feelings, winds up doing just that - because it's convenient for him to think of the Crawfords as good people, because the theater debacle was embarrassing to think back on, and because he admires Fanny's judgment, so if she judges Henry Crawford good enough to marry, he'd no longer need to have scruples about marrying Mary. It was the most selfish he ever was with regard to Fanny. It really made me feel he could never love her, and even opened me up to the idea that Henry might, actually, be Fanny's endgame match, lol. Because Henry seemed to notice all the things no one else did about how lonely and uncared for Fanny was, and even to encourage her to find her voice. It was literally Fanny pointed out that how could she trust a man who had taken advantage of the feelings of not one but two of her cousins before immediately redirecting his flirting on her to make me realize "no way, it's definitely going to be Edmund, lol."

Henry's better than Wickham, but not by a lot. Edmund, however, is a far cry from Mr Darcy. I wish very much that Mansfield Park ended in some way to make me like Edmund better, because right now the best I can say about him is that he's not as silly as his siblings, and he is at least capable of real love. It's hard to hear the wedding bells because as far as I can see, the Edmund Fanny loves is his childhood self, and the grown up version hasn't really done much to deserve her. He's more commendable for not doing things to not deserve her, lol. Their relationship is probably the least romantic of any in Austen's novels, imo. Fanny really loved him, and there was a lot of romantic pain in watching him fall for someone else. But by the time he finally sees Fanny, the novel is over... xD This is not a criticism though... I was really intrigued to find out how each character would turn out in the end. And the only thing I'll say which is sort of disappointing is that everything turned out how I predicted it in the beginning, aka like an Austen novel. But even though the Crawfords and Edmund didn't develop more as characters, I still appreciate how much complexity they add. Like, they made me guess about an Austen novel, haha. And in retrospect I shouldn't have, because I knew the finale from the curtain rise. But still. They made me guess. They almost, almost made me believe Mary would be rehabilitated and Fanny would give in to poor judgment. Hehe.

If anything, I appreciate this novel for food for thought, ie imagining all the different stories it could have been. I like that one way of life, the rich, performative lifestyles of Mansfield Park, is shown warts and all - and then we're taken down to Portsmouth only to find it's warty in similar ways, just with less polish. It makes you a little more sympathetic to mercenary marriage vows. Like, if I'm going to be miserable, I might as well be miserable in comfort, haha. But of course the novel doesn't posit that either. If Fanny had gone to Portsmouth and found her family humble but full of love and wisdom, there'd be a completely different outcome. Or if she went to Portsmouth, realized how much better things were at Mansfield, went back and informed readers that she had been overly sensitive thus far and actually everyone in Mansfield was so kind, and Mrs Norris just misunderstood - then again we'd have a totally different outcome. We get neither. It's just the world the way it is. Being poor comes with challenges and being rich comes with advantages. But happiness isn't a guarantee either way.

Well, I liked Mansfield Park much more than I was expecting to. I'm really shocked by how invested I got when at first I really thought Fanny might be the Austen heroine to finally make me say "enough is enough!" But Austen is too good, I can't hate her characters at all. She's able to give so much depth, or at least familiarity, to every one of them that they're just too human for something as base as hate. I even gave up wishing Fanny would find her voice and just wished she'd find a friend. And in the end, I'd say that IS what she got, even more than a husband - the friendship of her brother and sister and even Sir Thomas, as well as the loss of the anti-friend Mrs Norris. If any Austen heroine ever suffered so much for being alone, it's Fanny Price. That to me is the real source of her final happiness. And since Austen nearly always gives her heroines a sister or a best friend or some trusted confidante, the lack of one in Mansfield Park has to be intentional, and so I don't think Austen would disagree with me.

[vanilla-c0c0]

William Rex route - ch.1 summary

All possible disclaimers are valid! I'm not a mother tongue speaker and I'm doing this for fun. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed. I highly recommend you guys read the prologue before reading any route!

MC is sleeping and in her dream, she hears a graceful lullaby, someone calling her in.

"Come, come. Who was it that killed you?"

Then, she wakes up. After the prologue, she fell asleep for a little while, exhausted from everything that had happened. It would be better if it was all a dream, but now she cannot fall asleep again due to the rising anxiety and fear. However, her stomach rumbles out of hunger. Suddenly, a soft knock makes her whole body tense up, and someone says "Sorry for the late hour. Are you awake?". It's William, the one who conducted the assassination thanks to his ability, and the one who started playing the piano right after. He must be a lunatic, and yet he must also be the most diligent member of Crown, MC thinks.

She doesn't trust him enough and doesn't want to open the door. As she pretends to be asleep, her stomach rumbles again, even louder than before. William hears that, and says that if she doesn't want to open the door to get to know each other better, then why don't they go get something to eat? He asks with a sweet voice as if he was comforting a child. The voice draws MC in, who decides to open the door; after all, she cannot stay locked up forever (plus, he behaved really gentlemanly too and promised not to use his powers needlessly). After she gets out, William smiles as if he already knew she would have opened the door.

They go to the dining room where MC sits down at the table and William sits down at a chair a bit further away from the the table. The prepared meal is for MC only, and William takes a glass of wine since he had already eaten before the mission. MC wonders if he had had the meal prepared just for her and then came all the way to her room just to call her. In front of such a warm and delicious-looking meal, she feels appreciation melting away her stress. Still, she hesitates to eat, which prompts William asking if the meal is not to her liking. She's actually worried because she has no knowledge on the proper etiquette required to eat in front of a nobleman. At first, William is a bit taken aback, but then he tells her not to worry and simply use the manners that are most natural to her.

[Player choice: all of them give you +4 points] MC: (But that's... what would I do if I were rude...?)

William reassures her once more; "...You're tolerant of outlaws but you're pretty strict with yourself. I heard from Victor that you paid for the stolen goods after you protected the thief that ran away". MC realizes she was being watched all the way back then, and lowers her gaze out of embarrassment: she acted out on an impulse, and even though she protected the little pickpocket, their circumstances didn't change at all. In an effort to shake off that awful feeling of self-pity, she reaches out to a muffin on the table. "Thank you for the meal".

Finally, the last bits of uneasiness left in her completely disappear. In the meantime, William is playing with an envelope, casually taking a sip of wine from time to time. As she's looking at him, she notices his long white lashes covering his red eyes, admitting that he truly is a captivating beauty. His fingers with blood-colored fingernails trace the sealing wax with a golden butterfly imprinted on top. She has a flashback to the events of that evening, when he had asked for her name, reaching out those blood stained hands towards her (note: idk if his hands were actually blood stained or if she's talking about his nail polish); at that time, she froze on the spot out of fear of being killed, but all he did was squat down and gently hold her in his arms (note: the verb used is 横抱き which literally means "carrying (a child) under arm"; again, this behaviour of his that make it seem as if MC is a kid). While doing that, he apologises, saying that an actual apology will surely come later on. MC now wonders if those words maybe meant that he was planning on sparing her life all along? She doesn't know what to think of him anymore: is he insane or is he kind? Is he perhaps both at the same time? She cannot grasp his true identity, but probably because there's a lot she doesn't know about him yet. Maybe, it's better not to know. Maybe, she shouldn't want to know. And yet.

"Who... who was that man that was killed?" The question slips out of her mouth, and William answers: "Well...he was a vermin who was not only trampling freedom and dignity, but was also bleeding dry the sweet nectar that abounds here in England". (note: this phrase was so difficult omg... in case anyone knows better than me the line is この英国にはびこる、自由と尊厳を蹂躙し、甘い密を搾取する害虫さ). MC continues asking questions, this time wondering who was playing the piano, and why they had the man kill himself instead of simply murdering him. William says that once he has decided to kill someone "evil", it's his principle to kill them as brutally as possible; otherwise, there'd be no point in him doing "evil".

MC: "Why would it be meaningless if not cruel...?".

William is silent for a bit, and then he smiles happily with a cruel smile. "Those who have riches and power at will and trample on the freedom of others without hesitation... What do you think it is that they fear the most?" As he answers her question with a question of his own, MC doesn't really know how to respond. Seeing her struggling to find an answer, William rests his chin on the palm of his hand and smiles gently. "If it was possible to explain and understand everything through words, life would be quite empty, wouldn't it? If you're interested in me then you should experience it through your eyes, your ears, your skin... it's more enjoyable to unravel the truth yourself, right?". Then, he suddenly remembers something and takes a knife out of his pocket.

The decorated golden knife gleams mysteriously in the moonlight, and MC is terrified. Did she say something wrong? William tells her not to worry, he won't thrust that knife into her all of a sudden; however, his power is equal or greater than that of the knife, and the same goes for all the other guys. Isn't it unfair that her life is the only one being threatened? MC is speechless, but William says that he wants to talk to the poor robin (MC) on equal terms as much as possible; so, as she's writing down his sins as the fairy tale master... if she feels like she wants to judge his crimes, then she shall stab him with the knife. In return, he will resign himself to her judgement.

William: "Will you take it?"

MC is, once more, shaken to her core.

("I couldn't believe my ears at the unexpected words; my heart thundered wildly at the dangerous invitation.")

("What the hell is he even talking about? Stab a person.... with this knife? There's no way I can do that... No matter who you're up against, you shouldn't be pointing a knife at someone. And yet, even though I thought that, my fingertips were drawn to the golden knife.)

William:"Here you go."

Despite the cold metal inbetween them, as MC reaches for the knife, she briefly touches William's fingers. Despite knowing she shouldn't stare, she cannot look away; reason can't catch up with her body that's moving on its own. William has a strange gravitational pull that draws her in, and before she knows it, the cold knife is glowing dimly on her palm.

MC: "Did you use your powers...?"

William happily laughs in return. "No? For my ability to work, I have to look at your face and command you. The words "Will you take it" were but an invitation, not an order." MC cannot comprehend; did she, on her own will, accept the knife? She feels as if she's going crazy, and she's terribly frightened by the whole ordeal. In a frenzy, she stands up, thanks him for the meal and runs away. For the next month, she has to live without her using the knife, lest she won't be able to return to her daily life. For that sake...

William: "...Good night."

For that sake, don't fall for his temptation.

[...]

When William steps into his room, he stares at the chessboard. "Have you come up with a good move?".

Victor: "No, not at all."

According to William, the mansion they went to tonight was a "hit". He holds out the envelope he was toying with earlier in front of Victor. "Victor, if this is proof of the resurrection of the "Golden Butterfly" then I will take the lead on this matter."

Victor: "Mhmh, I don't mind. I've also reached a conclusion on my searches, too: MC is completely white. She has nothing to do with the police, the Capitol, or even the butterfly. She's simply an unlucky child who happened to be there."

William: "Unlucky? No way. She came here because she was bound to come."

Victor asks if that's a conclusion he reached based on his own insight, and William hums in affirmation. According to Victor, it must be surely right, then; also, there might be the need for a birdcage. But William won't need such a thing, he likes birds singing, after all. Furthermore, he doesn't have many hobbies to maintain.

[...]

The next day, Victor summons MC to tell her about her duties. She's ready to jot down the endless list of rules she'll need to follow for her job, notebook in hand. Over the course of the night, she had enough time to sort out her feelings and thoughts. The weapon she received is for self-defence purposes, and when she felt her body move on its own, that was probably out of fear. As she's readily awaiting for Victor to tell her what she should or shouldn't do... he simply tells her she can do whatever she wants. The only two things are that when she goes out of the castle she must always be accompanied by someone, and her reports to the Queen should be regarded as a record of her observations on them. He doesn't mind her writing down how they appear in her eyes, but MC feels a little lost at the lack of instructions. Since the Crown members all act independently and at different times and occasions, it'd be best to find a person she can stick to. MC thinks back to the night prior, and she believes that William is probably the least safest choice. However, before she can say anything, Victor claps his hands and proposes William for the role, since he's about to start a mission. He's the no.1 in Crown, and even the Queen herself remembers the Evil King. As they're saying this, William appears. MC reminds herself once more not to fall for his temptation, or else... she has a feeling she won't be able to go back.

☆ chapter 2

[richmond-rex]

this sounds a little petty 😂 - or maybe it's a genuinely valid piece of frustration, idk - but whenever I see a list of Tudor queens or Tudor queen consorts and Elizabeth of York is either 1) not on the list or 2) regarded as one of the less "important" (what does that even mean? idk but people keep saying it) queens, it irritates me so much. You'd think people who care about the Tudors as a historical dynasty would give the first Tudor queen her due, but apparently the most she's good for is vague and rather inaccurate comparisons with Henry VIII's queens. Particularly Jane Seymour, even though I really don't think there's much of a "parallel" between the two women's personalities, queenship, marriages or even appearance at all.

Elizabeth was SO IMPORTANT for the inception of the dynasty. So damn important. Henry VII's route to kingship from 1483 did not begin with him. It didn't begin with him angling for the throne or people angling for his right to the throne. It began with Yorkist supporters trying to put the Princes on the throne and then beginning to consider their sister Elizabeth of York as the Yorkist heiress. Their loyalty to Henry VII was primarily as the future husband of Elizabeth of York, that's where he gained the majority of his new supporters, including William Stanley who was of immense, history-altering help in Bosworth, came from. (I thiiiink you had reblogged a post of yours with someone's additional added tags about this that framed it a lot better, recently but I can't find it rip). That is obviously not discounting Henry's competence or his capabilities or his victory, or Margaret Beaufort's admirable actions, but I just feel like Elizabeth of York's importance to the Tudor dynasty can never be overstated. Her position as his queen and wife were so important for his road to kingship AND the way he secured his reign and dynasty afterwards. Without Elizabeth of York, it's highly doubtful that Henry would have been able to gain the throne the way he did (at least, not without a significant more time, effort and a MUCH higher chance of failure) and it's also doubtful that he'd be able to secure it the way he did, because their unification from two opposing sides was a major factor in his propaganda and collective perception of their marriage, and the comfort, strength and support it evoked.

Obviously, this is within the bracket of the Tudor queens (because they're a very famous dynasty and all their queens are significantly better known than a lot of former or latter ones), but it's just frustrating??

again - I hope this doesn't sound very petty 😂

Hi! Sorry for taking so long to reply, but don't worry I get your frustration completely (and I share it too). I remember once seeing an incredibly pretty illustration for the Tudor consorts depicting all of Henry VIII's queens AND Philip of Spain..... and it didn't include Elizabeth of York. After Catherine of Aragon, Elizabeth was the longest reigning Tudor consort, being queen for no less than seventeen (17) years! She was immensely popular at her time which can be attested not only by the several presents she received from noble and common folk alike but also by the fact that she was the subject of a popular ballad that reimagined her as a romantic heroine (The Most Pleasant Song of the Lady Bessy), and the subject of songs during her lifetime. Her death was lamented by commentators from Ireland to Rome, and her reputation for charity was well-known. She was so popular in her time, it's a bit ironic that she has become, as Amy Licence puts it, 'the forgotten Tudor queen'.

(Of course, it's all relative as you said: we're talking about the Tudor perspective. Elizabeth is still more well-known than Philippa of Hainault or Anne of Bohemia, for example, if only because she's known in relation to the drama of her brothers and uncle, or because she's known as Henry VIII's mother).

In terms of importance, it's staggering how much her role has been downplayed. And I'm not only talking about the establishment of the Tudor dynasty, which is usually cited if only in brief terms. Her legacy lived on. As pointed out by Michelle Beer, for both Catherine of Aragon and Margaret Tudor, Elizabeth was the only queen consort whom they had experience observing, and her queenship style would have impacted their own. But going back to the establishment of her husband's reign, her importance was so much more than simply providing him with the supporters he needed (which is so often reduced to merely 'lifting a finger for a wedding ring'). I will never tire of pointing out Elizabeth's active participation in diplomacy, communicating with European princes in order to protect her husband's interests. If on one hand, Margaret of York was writing to the Pope asking him to lift his sanction of Henry VII, Elizabeth of York was writing to him to do exactly the contrary and reinforce his sanction.

She was an integral element of her husband's reign that went beyond her dynastic blood. Elizabeth provided a more human/accessible image at court celebrations and feasts, formal occasions and receptions of foreign delegations. Not for nothing, she was so frequently found at Henry VII's side on those occasions. Symbolically, she seems to have been greatly valued by Henry too, and I don't mean it simply by how her family symbol, the white rose, was integrated into official Tudor imagery. I'm also talking about how much weight he seems to have given to their union. In terms of art commissions done by Henry, their marriage was constantly alluded to in a way that referenced prophetic discourse: we have their marriage bed where Henry and Elizabeth are portrayed as the new Adam and Eve (Christ and the Virgin), the royal chapel at Greenwich where they were depicted holding hands (I will talk about it in the future), the family portrait where Henry and Elizabeth are depicted as if re-enacting their wedding vows, and even the shared tomb he commissioned.

Elizabeth of York was important and was valued on so many fronts, I daresay she was one of the most efficient queens in terms of successfully upholding her husband's reign. When it comes to Henry's ascension, I think Elizabeth and Margaret Beaufort might have been equally important (considering Margaret's articulation/funding and her claim from which Henry derived his own). But after Henry's ascension, my opinion is that Elizabeth was even more important for all the political, symbolic and of course, emotional support she provided her husband. They seem to have been a very effective partnership, and I doubt his reign would have been as successful as it was if it wasn't for Elizabeth.

So yeah, it is frustrating that she's not given the real importance that she's due when it comes to discussing Tudor history. Whenever she is talked about, she's so commonly relegated to a passive dynastic and decorative role, a trophy wife, it's insane.

[moon-blanket]

Oh my god it's Part Two time i'm so scared but we're doing this we're doing this.

Thirty-ish minutes this time. I can handle this lmao !

William ordered Porter here, and it's the Only reason why he's here WILLINGLY. But it's good that Porter admits that he was giving Both of them an alibi. Hopefully he tells Vincent what the Fuck is going on though !

Oh my god no way it's a game of Clue right now

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SWEETHEART IS OKAY !!!!!! THANK GOD DUDE. Milo's worry makes me want to crumble dude i'm- RAAAH.

They got pushed out of the room ? Well that's good. But scary !! What !!!

Damn, more confirmation that CloseKnit had something to do with the Inversion. Sick and fucking Twisted !!!!!!!!

David's worry for Sweetheart WOOOOOO !!!!!!! Love to hear it. That's family right there !!

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ASHER GET HIS ASS !!!!! LET'S GO !!!!!!! PUSHED HIM UP AGAINST A WALL ?????

Hearing Ash pissed off like this !!!! is doing something to me !!!!! He's stepping up !!!!!! Real Beta shit right here !!!!!!!

Porter using Sweetheart for getting the Department an In to start taking down the dominos that lead to CloseKnit is incredibly smart, but of course Incredibly risky-- being the case that Sweetheart didn't get any "useful" information and potentially put their life on the line for it.

Valid arguments from both sides. Porter is smarter than he let on.

HE WAS THERE TOO ? HE CAUSED THE COMMOTION THAT GAVE THEM THE OUT ? PUSHED THEM OUT OF THE ROOM ? HOW POWERFUL IS THIS DUDE.

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OOoooh, Sanguis Primus. How interesting. It's how Quinn got busted i suppose. This is all interesting to hear how it goes down.

Asher asking Milo if they get a vote was very funny. I replayed it for a good two minutes LMAO.

Fuck it up Monarch Baz !!!! Detective it up !! I can't tell the difference between Alexis and Baz other than the cadences of their voices.

DAMN ALEXIS !!!! eating this mf Prince up !!!!!!

And yeah !!! Where the fuck is William !!! What is happening with him !!!!!!

NOT THEM BRINGING UP ADAM !!!!!!!!! YO LEAVE LOVELY OUT OF THIS !! Porter coming to the defense about it is very heartwarming :)

AND HE'S POPPING OFF DEFENDING THE SOLAIRE NAME !!!!!!!!! WOOOOOO !!!!! Hey Porter I'm sat about it, I'm on my knees .. .... hey uh hi uh are you Single hey uh hi !!!!!!!!!! wow !!!!!!!!!!

DEMON "BLOOD" KNIFE ??? Works as vampire poison ???? An equalizer ?? Rare as fuck to obtain ??? Horrible Half-Life ??? Well that's not highly suspicious at all. I wonder who it could be

DAMN EVERYONE GET CHRIS'S ASS !!!!! Oh he's definitely guilty he Has to be.

YEAH MILO YOU TELL HIM !!!!!! Calling Milo a dog in return and talking about a leash is fucking Crazy !!!!!!!!! Thank you Baz for having his back (even though you called Asher a "pup") !!!!!!

No trace of Sweetheart in the room during the murder :') that's nice to hear.

YEAAAAAAAAH THEY GOT HIM-- WHAT.. . . . THEY JUST KILLED HIM LIKE THAT ? Okay ! Sure ! Vampire Justice... hooray !!!

"The House of Bennett just lost the game." actually goes hard as fuck.

I'm glad that the murder got Some kind of ending and justice, sure. But I feel as though there are several other strings still being pulled in all of this.

Oh man poor Vincent and Lovely :( Lovely's past trauma getting dragged up in front of guests like it's nothing. Both of their "first" real shows in vampire political business goes down in metaphorical flames. They're about to learn some heavy truths that have been hidden from Vincent for So Long.... and the night isn't even halfway over. Surely nothing else could Possibly happen. Right ?

William, what are you hiding ?