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wlntrsldler · 4 months

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now i see daylight | part i: don't you

song: don't you by taylor swift

series description: set after lust conquers all, jamie returns to richmond and takes accountability for treating you like shit.

warnings: language-- it's ted laso, what did ya expect?; mention of jamie's dad, misogyny, bff!sam, sad!jamie

pairing: jamie tartt x f! reader

word count: 2276 words

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Working for AFC Richmond meant that strange things happened every day. Sometimes, you'd walk out on the pitch to find the team wheelbarrow racing, while the coaches stood and critiqued their techniques. Or sometimes you'd hear them passionately sing 'Baby' by Justin Bieber in the locker rooms before hearing absolute silence when Ludacris' rap came on. Then, you'd only hear Colin perfectly rapping on beat, and when Justin's voice came back, a roar of cheers for Colin's rapping skills followed.

Needless to say, there were so many strange things that happen at AFC Richmond that when a day is seemingly normal, that became the new version of strange.

But the strangest thing that has ever happened at AFC Richmond was when you walked into the locker room to find Jamie fucking Tartt smack-dab in the middle of the room, a million apologies on the tip of his tongue, as the rest of the team shouted all his wrongdoings at him.

Jamie Tartt is many things.

For one, he is a mama's boy. He loves Georgie beyond comprehension. He truly believes that the world's largest problems could be solved if people just hugged their mothers more often. His proof? All his problems vanish when he gets a hug from Georgie. Well, maybe not vanish, but they significantly decrease in urgency.

Two, he is a good football player. Scratch that, he knows that with the proper training and discipline, he’ll be regarded as one of the most legendary players to ever grace the Premier League. He has the potential to be great.

Three, he is a prick– a goddamn gigantic prick. This was something that he gladly accepted. He didn't come to Richmond to make friends. He came to Richmond to play some fucking football. He was fine being known as a top-notch, proper, prick.

This was true until he walked into the Richmond locker room and, hand to god, felt physical daggers being drilled into his entire body.

Jamie knew that coming back to Richmond would ruffle some feathers. Truthfully, if he was in their position, he didn't think he would've been able to walk through the front door without getting ripped to shreds. He walked towards his cubby, head hanging low, not wanting to stoke the flame. He could feel everyone's gaze on him. The locker room was dead silent until Isaac's voice echoed against the walls.

"Oi, Tartt," he yelled, "You have a lot of fucking nerve showing your face here again, bruv."

That started it. Before Jamie could even respond to Isaac, a million other things came barreling at him from different members of the team.

"You called me a jaundiced worm!"

"You hit on my mum, in front of my dad!"

"You cupped a fart and put it in my face!"

“I don’t know you, but I don’t like you!”

Then, the room fell silent. You walked in. Jamie stared at you, eyes pleading for you to spare him a smile like you used to. He twiddled his thumbs together, his tell of anxiety and doubt.

Ted blinked, finally stepping in after a few beats, "Alright, fellas, that's enough. I know emotions are runnin’ high, but we're going to have to find a way to work together. As a team– because that's what we are, a team. Alright?"

Murmurs of agreement, disgruntled agreements but agreements nonetheless, rang around the room. Ted patted Jamie on the back before motioning the coaches to follow him into the office. You watched them walk in and shut the door, unable to do anything but stand frozen in your spot, staring at Jamie.

"Are you alright?" Sam's concerned voice snapped you out of your trance.

"What the fuck is he doing here? Thought he hated this club.” You mumbled, rubbing your temples with the pads of your fingertips. Jamie hated the way that you were talking about him like he wasn’t there. Like he wasn’t in front of you, looking you in the eye. “His words.”

"Yeah," Sam replied, venom dripping from his lips. "His words."

"I guess you can never take Jamie Tartt's words at face value," you spat, bidding goodbye to Sam before walking away, leaving Jamie dumbstruck and alone in the locker room where everyone hated him.

Jamie knew that getting the team to accept him coming back to Richmond was going to take some time and a lot of effort. They all hated him– rightfully so. He’s fucked up. A lot. He was a prick to them when he was first loaned to Richmond. He said some nasty things about Ted to the media. And they absolutely had the right to tell him to fuck all the way off when he came back to Richmond after being the reason they were relegated. They could’ve told him that he should go descend into the shit hole he came out of and that every bad thing that was happening in his career was his fault. They could’ve let him become a “has-been” before he even reached his prime after he fucked his football career up by joining that stupid reality show.

But he knew he’d somehow win them over, eventually. Getting you to forgive him, though, was another story. The way your face morphed into a scowl, one that he’d only seen you use once and that was when Rupert showed up at Nelson Road unexpectedly, and aimed those words at him gave him the shivers. You don’t look at people like that.

You never looked at him like that.

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It’s been weeks. Jamie has tried everything short of getting on his hands and knees and begging you to talk to him. He hasn’t even gotten the chance to apologize because you leave the room whenever he’s around. You walk away whenever he tries to talk to you. He’s even tried to get the team to help him.

Sam, who slowly opened up to him after Jamie proved that he could be trusted, tried to convince you to give Jamie a chance, which led you to ice Sam out for three days. Sam, who couldn’t go more than a few days without you, his best friend, apologized to Jamie and said there was nothing he could do. Jamie knew that if not even your best friend could convince you to talk to him, there was nobody in the club who could persuade you. He didn’t know what else to do, it seemed impossible. He didn’t want to give up, but it looked like the situation called for it.

Jamie’s eyes widened when he saw you walking toward the locker room by yourself. He quickly twisted the cap on his water bottle before jogging over to you. He called out, “Y/N! Wait up!”

You could pick out that accent from anywhere. You let out a sigh and did a complete 180 on your heels, walking back toward your office. The team PR opportunity can wait. You began to speed up as you heard him coming closer, but you should’ve known better than to try to outrun a professional footballer.

Jamie ran in front of you, blocking your path. You had no choice but to entertain his attempts this time. He smiled when he realized you weren’t making a move to escape him, but it quickly faded when that scowl overtook your features once more. His shoulders dropped, “Just wanted to say that I’m gonna stop tryin’ to talk to ya after this.”

You blinked in shock, eyes widening as you digested his words. Protectively, you held the binder closer to your chest, in case this was just a ploy. You stepped back, trying to make sense of the situation. After weeks of trying to talk to you, he’s going to give up just like that? Well, maybe it wasn’t just like that– you did avoid him like the plague.

He continued to speak when you didn’t make a sound, “Right, figured you weren’t gonna say ‘nything. Well, yeah, I just wanted to let you know that I get it. It took me a while to hear ya, but I’ve been talking to Doc Sharon and she said I need to start thinkin’ about what the people I care about need instead of always thinkin’ of myself.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. Jamie chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, “Yeah, ‘m trying to take accountability for my actions in the past and that includes how I treated ya. And how I been treatin’ you since I’ve been back. I keep thinkin’ about how much I miss ya and how badly I want a second chance with you, even though I don’t deserve it.”

“You don’t,” you replied, lips in a tight line.

“Exactly,” Jamie wanted to smile even though your words weren’t anything to smile about. You basically confirmed that he had no chance with you, but he couldn’t even focus on that because you spoke to him. You actually said something to him. He bit the corner of his bottom lip before he continued, “So yeah, I realized that you just want me to leave ya alone and I respect that. I promise to only bother ya for brand deals and PR marketing shit. I’m sorry if I pissed you off these last few weeks. This is the last time. I-I just wanted to let you know.”

You kept your lips sealed, trying to control the emotions on your face. It seemed that you succeeded as Jamie simply nodded and walked away, but not before sending you a friendly smile and a wave of his hand.

“What the fuck?” you whispered, suddenly feeling very hot. At first you really did want to ignore Jamie, give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, that’s exactly what he did with you after Man City took him back. Once he was back in Manchester, your texts were going unanswered, phone calls gone straight to voicemail, and any shred of a relationship that the both of you shared vanished.

Before he left Richmond, you and Jamie spent a lot of time together– maybe too much time. Last season, you were a sports journalist turned photographer because the magazine your worked for were misogynistic fucks who thought sports articles written by women would never garner as much attention as those written by men. As much as you hated it, you needed money, so when they offered you a job as a photographer, you took it begrudgingly.

Jamie, being the self-centered prick that he was last season, spent a lot of time around you, hoping that you’d take more photos of him to post online. He pulled strings to let you into their private practices so you could get action shots of him and a few posed ones, though he’d never admit it. Somehow, those “candid” photos are the only ones he’d post on his socials.

Eventually, you became a regular addition to his life. He spent time with you outside of football and you found yourself seeing Jamie off the pitch in restaurants, bars, parties, basically anywhere a famous footballer might hang out. Your relationship blossomed into something else. Soon you were a regular at his apartment, which you thoroughly re-decorated because when you first got there it looked exactly like what you would expect a young, hot, single millionaire footballer’s apartment to look like.

He complained at first, saying that you were ruining his top-notch bachelor pad, but you once saw him snuggling into the throw blanket you bought for him on his couch after watching one too many episodes of The Office. Some nights, you’d sleep over because you were too tired to drive and Jamie would insist that you can stay in the guest bedroom. You’d reluctantly agree. Those nights, the both of you would stay up talking about anything and everything.

He told you about his dad on the fifth night. You told him about your asshole of a boss on the seventh. He told you about how he was scared to get comfortable at Richmond because everyone in his life that he’s ever cared about, barring Georgie, disappointed him somehow on the tenth. You told him that you might be falling in love with him that same night.

The next, you found out he was going back to Man City and you never spoke to him again.

Until today.

You spent those months hating him. And Jamie made it so easy to hate him. That was the thing about Jamie, he played the part too well. You watched in disgust as he bad-mouthed Ted and the team. You watched as he showboated during the game highlights on the recap shows. You watched as he scored the goal that caused Richmond to get relegated. Those public displays of why he deserved to be hated just added fuel to the fire of why you personally hated Jamie Tartt. But now, you found yourself searching for that Jamie because he was nowhere to be found and your feelings for him were creeping back in.

“Did Jamie just apologize to you?” Keeley asked, emerging from behind the wall. “Sorry, I was eavesdroppin’, babe.”

“No, it’s okay, Keels,” you said, looking at her. Your face was flushed, “Yeah, he did. Crazy, innit?”

“I dunno, Y/N,” she replied, thinking about how she was going to phrase her next few words. “It seems like he’s changed. Seems like he really wants to make amends.”

“Cheers to him,” you rolled your eyes, beginning to walk toward the locker room once more. “The day I give Jamie Tartt another chance is the day the world ends.”

part ii: treacherous

part iii: daylight

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foreos · 6 months

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The Muppets Present: The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

based on @the-muppets-present. saw their rule list and felt inspired. might do the other hatchetfield shows later if i feel so inclined :)

i just felt like the story of “average office worker who hates musicals gets trapped in a musical” was just begging to be muppetified.

so, without further ado,

ted- guys i went through so many options for ted. it was immediately hard. eventually i decided on rizzo, because i feel like similarly to ted, he’s kind of an asshole that causes problems for himself and everyone around him. plus, the “kick my head!” scene is even funnier if ted is like. one foot tall.

bill- kermit. i think kermit can and should be a sad dad. bill is like the most earnest man in hatchetfield and the idea of kermit being deeply disappointed that his friend won’t help him reconnect with his estranged daughter because he hates musicals so much is so funny to me.

professor hidgens- gonzo. duh. camilla is alexa. gonzo is the most eccentric bitch in the cast and would 100% kill people to get his musical produced. imagine gonzo shouting “come on you bastard!” at the apocalypse. gonzo would get struck by lightning and climb out of a pile of his friends’ bodies. he just would.

charlotte- miss piggy. stay with me here. from a meta standpoint, i always find it funny when piggy plays the secondary female role in a muppet movie and gets annoyed about it in interviews. from a character standpoint, post-infection charlotte’s high energy would be great to see if it was performed by the one and only piggy. imagine miss piggy singing join us and die. imagine the beginning part. she just beats the shit out of rizzo. gonzo shoots her.

mr. davidson- fozzie. idk i just got a mental image of him putting the newspaper down like jeff blim does at the beginning of the song and then fucking. waggling his ears.

sam- this one was hard because i had to think of you tied up my heart and show me your hands. i eventually picked link hogthrob. sam’s a pig, link’s a pig, etc.

alice- janice. hear me out. it’s not just because she’s “the other girl muppet.” imagine if alice just looked at bill and went “whatever, man” and walked away. truthfully thinking more about watcher world than tgwdlm for this one.

paul- jon matteson. paul stays the same, babeyyy. i think it just adds another fucking layer to his panic because not only is everyone randomly singing around him, they’re fucking muppets. just imagine la dee dah dah day if he was surrounded by muppets. he’s just some guy in a weird situation, and just some guy he shall stay.*

emma- lauren lopez. so i am breaking the number one rule of muppetfication to keep emma the same, but there’s a method to my goddamn madness. the only person paul can relate to in hatchetfield is the one other human being. plus, again, imagine the end of inevitable with emma screaming and crying while surrounded by fucking muppets.

*so i lied. just some guy he shall not stay. when inevitable starts, you first hear paul’s voice. he’s singing, just like he does in the show. emma very quietly goes “paul?” the same way, too. but what’s different is you can’t see paul. the camera pans over.

paul is a muppet.

he’s one of the lookalike ones, like from the first two episodes of the show and the jason segel one from the 2011 muppet movie.

“paul, you’re scaring me” indeed.

#the guy who didn't like musicals #hatchetfield #starkid #the muppets #would have loved to get rowlf in here #idk where though

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ask-the-royal-absol · 4 months

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And so Kader rushed off to gather the materials needed for his gift. His sister smiled. Seeing Kader be this excited about something made her happy. Considering all that had happened recently, she knew Kader needed something like this to keep him distracted. Clover headed back towards her room, humming the soft tune her mother used to sing to the both of them.

All the staff in the Whimsain Castle could see was the young prince moving with pace around the grounds. Nobody wished to question what he was doing but could see that whatever it was, it brought him joy. It was a nice sight to see. He'd been incredibly distraught after what had happened so this was the first they had seen him smile in a while.

First, Kader gathered some oak wood, taken from one of the trees in the nearby forest. He frequented the forest when he was young, going with his father on long walks. Next, he collected some of the metal scraps the Terrestrians traded to his kingdom. This trade involved an exchange of rare candies for metal parts. His kingdom was well known for baking the levelling up treats.

He asked two of his staff members, Ted the carpenter and Josey the blacksmith, to assist him in making the parts. There was some parts where he was unsure where to start but he knew he would be given help. Ted, the oranguru, laughed when the young prince decided to use the wrong type of saw for what he wanted to do and decided to take over for a bit. Embarrassed, Kader sat patiently and watched the oranguru work, marvelling at his skill. Ted had been in his family's service for years, crafting gorgeous furniture which were spread throughout the castle. The box had such a brilliant finish to it and Kader was given the opportunity to create some engravings on it. Working with care and precision, he finished after a good few hours. He pulled inspiration from the designs scattered around his kingdom. The tiny stars and swirls were a common pattern found engraved on many of the stone worked buildings. He was impressed. It wasn't as good as his sewing work but he was satisfied with the outcome.

Next came the metal pieces to be placed inside. Josey, an armarouge who had recently come over from Terrestria, had a knack for making delicate and intricate metallic structures and was able to shape the parts needed easily. It was lucky she also had some expertise in music and this definitely helped with getting the pieces to make the right notes. Kader wasn't a big fan of the heat needed for this work but appreciated the time it took her to make what he needed. She smiled at him as she pulled out the cooled tiny metallic tube and comb-like piece from the moulds. They looked perfect and had such a lovely shine to them.

Finally, with some assistance, he was able to piece everything together. It looked fantastic. He was so proud of what had been created. Testing it out by rotating the tiny handle, it sounded amazing. Each note reminded him of both of his parents. He practice singing with it a couple of times, though he soon realised he wasn't the greatest at singing. Regardless, he kept at it until he was able to get the song almost perfect. After carefully selecting some wrapping paper and ribbon to go around it, he wrapped the small box up, quite excited to see the reaction of the Pokémon he was giving it to. He sent a message to the star sending Pokémon, informing them of where to bring the recipient of his gift and what time. Everything was sorted. Now time to get himself ready.

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This Pokémon really was something. A Pokémon that could create portals to different places. Kader wondered if he would be able to learn of this power someday. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind and stepped through the golden ring. He arrived in the Golden Oak Forest, the same location where he got the wood for his gift from. He just hoped the other Pokémon was able to make it in time.

Sitting on the bench was a Pokémon he has never seen before. She looked a bit like a gardevoir and so figured that she may be a regional variant of one. He had heard about regional variants from the stories told by the guardian. He approached the Pokémon, a slight nervous tremble in his step.

"Excuse me," began Kader, looking down at the Pokémon, "Are you by any chance the one known as Magpie?" She indicated that she indeed was, which allowed Kader to breathe a small sigh of relief. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Prince Kader of the Kingdom of Whimsain, located in Arkaedia. I am glad you were transported to this place without getting lost. Seems the star sending spirit did its job well. I must admit, I don't believe we have your species of Pokémon in our or any of the other kingdoms. I would love to ask you some questions but that's not the reason why I'm hear."

Kader carefully handed the box to Magpie. He waited in anticipation, hoping the gift would suffice. When the wrapping had been removed, Magpie held up a small music box, with small engraved patterns on. Looking inside, the carvings continued and tiny, intricate metal part stood still, eagerly awaiting the twist of the handle to sing its simple song.

"So, I saw that on your list, you wanted something related to music. I am going to be honest, I'm not the most musical Pokémon. However, my mother was. She was a wonderful, kind Pokémon who used to sing many beautiful tunes to my sister and I. I figured that I could share one of those songs as my gift to you. The music box was made with the wood from one of the trees in this forest. I helped with the engravings but my carpenter shaped the box. The metal parts inside were made by one of my blacksmiths. I'm not the best when it comes to work like that so I decided to leave it for her to do. I, with the instruction and guidance of my carpenter and blacksmith, constructed the box together. I hope you like it."

Kader sat down on the bench next to Magpie, shuffling to get himself comfortable."

"Before you take the music box away, I wish to share one of my mother's songs with you. It is a tune she used to sing whenever my sister and I were feeling blue. It used to cheer us up and I hope it will bring you cheer too in dark times."

He was incredibly nervous about this. His mother always made this tune sound wonderful and he knew he wasn't as good as her. However, he knew he needed to try. He cleared his throat and levitated the music box with his psychic abilities.

His voice was soft as he sung. He tried to copy how his mother would have approached the song. The music box sang its melody and Kader felt a sense of joy from it. Finishing the tune, Kader took a deep breath in. He was worried he may have been slightly out of tune but he enjoyed singing it.

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Mod note:

So, this is my star sending for @idolmelodies ! I was so excited to get you! As soon as I saw your character wanted something related to music, I knew I needed to make a song. Gonna be honest, I have no musical knowledge so it was a challenge creating a tune but I enjoy figuring out the notes anyway! It was fun considering what Kader would do. Of course, having a mother who loved music certainly helped and when you're royalty you have access to a lot of resources. I hope you have a happy holidays!

#pokestarsending2023 #pokestarsending #pokemon ask blog #pokemon #pokemon askblog #pokemon oc #ask blog #ask the royal absol #kader the gardevoir #clover the gallade #magpie the meloetta

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Could you please write a song adapting Ted and Charlotte’s conversation/flirting/argument in The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals before he leaves her alone with Sam?

Like… there’s the genuine love between them; their respective issues, fears and unhealthy beliefs getting in the way of it; their regret that they can’t just be happy together while also not taking action to make that happen; the stress of being stuck in an alien zombie apocalypse; Charlotte’s grief over and Ted’s resentment of Sam; and their difficulty actually communicating all the previous things. And of course, the sexual tension. I just think that all of those layers interplaying would make a really good song. Especially since their dynamic wasn’t explored much in the show.

There could even be a coda where Ted, after leaving, muses that he could have done better, but he’s been very careful to never give her reason to expect better from him, so she’ll get over it. They’ll be back to their version of normal soon enough (messy as it is). So he doesn’t need to go back in there and apologize or say some heartfelt shit or anything. Then the final notes are the first ones of “You Tied up My Heart”.

I say this every time but holy SHIT this was fun

So I tried to get as much of this prompt into one song as I could - it doesn't cover the entire scene, so there would be a little bit of dialogue between this and "You Tied Up My Heart," but I think it captures a lot of their relationship and connection. There could also totally be some underscoring from this going into the next song in a full production. (Also this wouldn't be in a full production cause they wouldn't be singing, but I dream.) I also cheated a bit with the orchestrations - I've been trying to make them as playable by the original bands of the shows as possible, but for this I switched out the bass part for a second guitar cause why not. There's a little bit of "Time Bastard" in the opening synth part, and there's a pretty big motif/reprise/stolen chord progression in the bridge of the song - I was trying to think of other Hatchetfield songs relating to Spankoffski stories and sexual temptation and all that, and I think this one did the trick lol. I'm super proud of the demo for this one - it came out somewhere between "Dead Girl Walking" from Heathers and "D.O.A." from The Lightning Thief, and I'm really in love with it. Hope y'all enjoy!

In the Worst Way

CHARLOTTE: Ted! I can’t believe you’re thinking about that at a time like this, the whole world could be coming to an end!

TED: Yeah. Exactly. The whole world’s gone to shit and you’re worried about what someone else might think about you?

CHARLOTTE: Well, when you put it like that…

TED:

You think you’re such a good, good girl You pick your nails, you hide your stress But it’s the end of the fucking world So you can afford to decompress

You put your image on a throne You crumple underneath the crown But you need to grow a backbone Before it breaks you down

You’ve been in bed with a scumbag But baby, can’t you see You have a chance to upgrade To a sleazeball like me

So if I’m dying tonight I’ve got a great way to cap off my life I’ll be going out doing the thing I love Screwing around with another man’s wife Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

CHARLOTTE: Oh, you’re such a horny bastard.

TED: Always have been, always will be.

CHARLOTTE:

My body’s telling me to run My mind is saying you’re no good But I need something just for fun So I guess I probably should

I’ve wished upon so many stars To be more confident and crude So I’ll embrace the love that’s ours With a badass attitude

TED: Okay!

CHARLOTTE:

There’s something in my gut that says You might still be alright Cause I need someone to love me Before we bite the dust tonight

So if I’m dying today I’m gonna let you lead me astray I might be meeting my maker pretty soon So I’ll get down on my knees and pray Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

TED:

Ooh, I want you in the worst way, yeah

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

My happiness is coming first, I won’t be on my own Let all those without sin cast the first stones I’ll do all I can so you’ll never be alone At least until we kick the bucket

CHARLOTTE:

But should I just stick with the devil I know

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

Well, you know what, fuck it!

They make out passionately as a rocking electric guitar solo backs them up.

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

So if I’m dying right now I’ll spend this moment breaking a vow There’s nowhere else I need to be And I needed a little break anyhow Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say Yeah, let me say I want you in the worst way

TED:

Let’s let the chips fall where they may

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

I want you in the worst way

CHARLOTTE:

My husband’s brains fell out today

TED AND CHARLOTTE:

I want you in the worst way Maybe there’s better things I should worry about today But I’d rather be here with you So let me say I want you in the worst way

They kiss again on the button of the song.

#team starkid #starkid #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #ted spankoffski #Charlotte sweetly #most of the time when I write these I'm like “it would be cool if people from starkid saw this eventually but I don't need them to”#but HOLY SHIT I want Joey and Jaime to sing this

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jvstheworld · 6 months

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My Ted Lasso Re-watch: S1E7 (part 5)

Make Rebecca Great Again

Sassy is a good friend to Rebecca. She came because she knew something was wrong and wanted to support her, without being asked.

Rebecca was lead on by Rupert but she stayed that way. She was strong enough to fight back, but didn't. She believed him more than she cared about herself.

If you haven't seen Brendan Hunt sing Bad Romance, then you are missing out. Search Thundergong on YouTube. It will be there and is worth every second. Also watch Jason Sudeikis sing too, he's really good.

As much as I hate the song Let It Go, Hannah Waddingham fucking kills it.

Roy singing along because he has watched it thousands of times with Pheobe, and loves it.

The lyrics are hitting hard for Ted after letting his wife go. Causing his first proper panic attack. As someone who has had many a panic attack over the years, it's fairly accurate.

Ted is so lost in his panic attack he loses track of time as Rebecca has finished her song, grabbed her coat and followed Ted outside. The show makes it seem like it's been a few seconds, when it's probably been a few minutes.

Rebecca is the one that brings him out of it, leading to their second emotional moment in the show. It makes her see him in a vulnerable way, and she is very sympathetic to him. He is humanised to her instead of being some weirdo American who makes odd references and dumb dad jokes. She starts to like him more and understand him. She is so soft and tender towards him. My heart hurts for him.

Sudeikis acts the hell out of this whole scene. This man's dramatic acting has been slept on. Seriously, he's great at comedy having made a successful career from it, but these emotional scenes, God damn man. Give him more dramatic roles.

But then Ted is back in a t-shirt and sweatpants and I'm back to thirsting. Sad boi is still a hot boi, especially with more hand porn. I'm a simple woman, I see Jason, I thirst. And I know I'm not alone in that.

Ted signs the divorce papers. Someone hug this man, please. And the small smile he makes in the mirror, it isn't for him, it's for Michelle. She can be happy now, he can do this one thing for her to let her be happy.

Sassy talks about taking 18, young, handsome men home, but then ends up going to Ted's room. Same girl, same.

Rebecca approves of Roy and Keeley.

The song choice is on point. Strangers into friends is Ted and Rebecca, friends into lovers is Roy and Keeley, and strangers again is Ted and Michelle.

I would be just as confused as Keeley if someone kiss me that way and then walked away.

Rebecca and the waiter, get it girl.

Ted being a sweetie and texting Rebecca, saying thank you. Also this episode takes place at the end of March.

Sassy just walking into Ted's room without saying a word is a damn power move. Ted's face as she did it, my guy didn't have a clue. It's so adorable. Though, I am interested in how it all went down after the door closed, like not the graphic details, but just how they got to that point. Because as it's later revealed, Ted can fuck. I just want to know how they got there.

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #keeley jones #roy kent #sassy collins #coach beard #Jason Sudeikis needs to stop making me feel emotions #Resisting the urge to hug Ted at every sad moment #But he seriously needs it #Ted Lasso canonically can fuck #ted lasso rewatch #tv show thoughts

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Yesterday we visited the Eiffel Tower (it was absolutely amazing), and since today we had a trip to some castles in the Valley of Loire, we spent several hours in the bus, and I happened to write a fic in which A.F.C. Richmond goes to the Eiffel Tower. Here you can find a couple of snapshots about Richmond's visit. Sets somewhere after Season 3, Episode 6, but otherwise it's completely out of context. (And I haven't seen Episode 9 yet)

A lamppost with a publicist - Part 1

"A lamppost with a publicist, huh?" Ted Lasso burst out as he looked up at the enormous iron tower in on the other side of the road. He knew that it was an iconic building, but having it in front of his very eyes he felt a little overwhelmed by it. His heart even skipped a beat as he looked up at it.

"I wasn't serious about that, Ted," Rebecca Welton said, making the rest of the group look at her.

Leslie Higgins' mouth dropped open as he glanced at his boss. "You said what?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Keeley Jones asked.

"This is the fucking most impressive building I've ever seen!" Roy burst out.

Coach Beard just shook his head, while Trent Crimm was curiously observing the scene, although the club owner could tell he was judging her as well.

"I can't believe you really said that," Matthijs admitted, although his lips was curling up into a smile. The bald Dutchman found the whole situation rather amusing. This football team hadn't ceased to amaze him ever since he first set foot in the Doghouse in Richmond.

"I just said that to make you feel better," Rebecca said. "Why the fuck else I'd bash the Eiffel Tower?"

"Because it's French?" Trent wondered.

"Well, besides that."

"Thanks, Boss; the balance of the Force has been restored," Ted said with a nod.

"Amen," Higgins added.

***

Standing in the queue, Ted Lasso was admiring the structure of the tower, still watching the enormous building in awe. His stomach jumped a little as he noticed how tiny were the people walking up and down on the stairs.

"Coach," he heard a deep voice next to him, and looking at his left, he saw Isaac McAdoo, looking a little sick.

"Is everything okay, Isaac?" he wondered.

"Can we have a drink before we go up there?" The captain asked.

"You mean, a beer or something?"

"Something stronger than that."

"Vertigo?" the moustached man raised a brow.

"Is that a cocktail?"

"It's a song by U2," Trent said, "but I think you meant the fear of heights."

"Yeah, that," Ted nodded. "Is there such a song?"

"Hello, hello, hola, I'm at a place called Vertigo," the former journalist sang. "Or something like that."

"Is it possible?" Isaac asked, changing the topic back.

Ted looked backwards to see the end of the queue that was longer behind than in front of them.

"I think only when we're up there," Ted told him. "You can do it before you look out. It's gonna be okay, don't worry."

"Thanks, Coach," Isaac said, and before he rejoined his teammates, he turned to Tent. "Don't you write that down."

And the former reporter just shook his head.

***

"Is everything okay, Will?" Higgins asked, stepping to the kitman who was watching the elevator moving up and down.

"Yeah, all is well," the boy replied. "I just can't get a song out of my head."

"Which song?"

"From Mamma Mia. You know, 'something-something-something by the Eiffel Tower...' I can't remember how it goes exactly."

"I know which one you mean," the director said and then he started to sing. "'I can still recall our last summer, I still see it all...'"

"'Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain,'" Will continued as the lines started coming to his mind.

"'Our last summer, memories that remain,'" Rebecca joined them as well, still in the queue.

Hearing the singing, some players took out their phones: either to look for the lyrics or to record the performance. By the time they got to the first chorus, the entire team were all singing together.

***

As the elevator's doors closed, so did Isaac's eyes and sweat appeared on his temple as he tried to focus on his breathing. His low cursing got lost in the rest of the team's excited chitchat. He swallowed thickly as the elevator began to ascend and he squeezed his eyes shut as much as he could. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You're a strong and capable man," he heard Colin Hughes' voice. "You can do it."

He took a deep breath, inhaling Richard's strong cologne mixing with Colin's deodorant - Lime? Really? - and then he exhaled slowly.

"I'm a strong and capaple man," he repeated.

And he slowly opened his eyes.

Part 2

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #rebecca welton #leslie higgins #trent crimm #roy kent #keeley jones #will kitman #coach beard #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #paris #my fics #eiffel tower #it's a bag of weird in here

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Schitt’s Creek Characters as Disney Princesses

So given that Schitt’s Creek is moving to Hulu next week, and as @mr-writes pointed out, Hulu is owned by Disney, this makes several SC characters Disney Princesses. Consider:

Patrick:

Patrick has big, loud Disney eyes. If Dan had allowed us to have Patrick with curls, he would have had luxurious Disney princess hair. “The Best” is an “I Want” song (for those unfamiliar, i.e., non-theater nerds, “I Want” songs are songs that express a wish for something or dissatisfaction with their current life). Patrick isn’t dissatisfied with his life, but he wants more with David. He sings “each time you leave me, it’s like I’m losing control, like you’re walking away with my heart and my soul.”

Stevie:

This one is even more clear cut. Stevie is dissatisfied with her life. Her singing “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere” or “I want so much more than this provincial life” from Beauty and the Beast would actually be consistent with her late season 5/season 6 arc. “Maybe This Time” is her “I Want” song. “It’s gonna happen/happen sometime/maybe this time I’ll win” makes it very clear that she wants something more. Plus she actually does have Disney Princess Hair.

David:

Okay, I know what you’re thinking, this is a bit of stretch. And you’re right. But just go with me here. David has a royal title. Dan gave it to him (”To Prince David, long may you fucking reign”). He might not ever actually sing an “I Want” song, but I’m counting him dancing to “The Best”, which we’ve already established is one. He also spends the show learning how to love the place he’s been forced into and the people he’s surrounded himself with (like Belle) and finding the place where he fits in after never feeling like he belongs (”Part of Your World”, anyone?). Also, just look at him!

Alexis:

Now, I realize that calling “A Little Bit Alexis” an “I Want” song might be a stretch. You’re probably thinking, “stereopticons, you’re taking this way too far” and you’re probably right. I don’t care. In its lyrical construction, “A Little Bit Alexis” isn’t necessarily an “I Want” song, but it was recorded as part of Alexis’s attempt to get something she wanted (at the time, being the next Jessica Simpson). Like David, she goes through a journey of learning how to love and finding her place in the world, and if David has a royal title, she does, too.

Twyla:

Have you seen Sarah Levy? Just look at her. She looks like a Disney Princess. Now, Twyla might not ever sing an “I Want” song on her own, but we can see her growing in her character arc, even though we don’t see much about her. In the early seasons, it’s clear she’s very unhappy romantically and her family life is a disaster. But she has very Snow White and Cinderella, “everything is terrible but I’m going to smile and sing and befriend woodland creatures about it” energy. You can’t tell me she doesn’t.

Thank you for coming to my unhinged TED talk and no I haven’t been getting much sleep, why do you ask. Also thanks to @mr-writes for the original idea.

#schitt's creek #patrick brewer #stevie budd #david rose #alexis rose #twyla sands #i'm sorry i'm so unhinged

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meme waters rising 1, 3, 6 (stress-relief method), 7, 11, 17, 22, 24, 38, 42

What’s the lie your character says most often?

Any variation of "I'm okay! / It's fine / Everything's good!" It's instinctual at this point. Beyond that, he's actually not that much of a liar? He's awful at lying unless it's about how he's doing/feeling.

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

He's not exactly the best at hiding how he's feeling, when he's especially stressed or upset it's easy for others to pick up on, but getting him to actually talk is another task altogether; he's too often extremely avoidant when it comes to himself. He just... really doesn't want to bother the people he cares about. Some of the things that go on inside his head he really doesn't want them to know about, also.

6. What’s their favorite [stress-relief method] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Whether or not this is actually a favorite method is debatable, but he's definitely not going to suggest anyone else do it. It's not exactly safe to walk around the city streets at night without your phone by yourself, Monkie Kid powers or no. These late night walks often end with MK dunking his head in the nearest body of ice cold water. (Sometimes he falls in all the way and has to scramble out somehow before he sinks.) Definitely not advisable.

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

lmao. okay. I think Mei and I would yell out the same thing to get a reaction from MK: "MONKEY KING SUCKS!" or "OMG! COME CHECK OUT THIS NEW MONKEY KING / JTTW-RELATED MERCH!" Depends on the mood. Both would definitely have him jumping up like "WHAT! WHERE?" with the former option earning an extra "WHO SAID THAT! IMMA THROW THESE HANDS!"

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Xiaotian sees a face in the mirror that belongs to them. They know it's them. But they struggle to really recognize it as themself, especially lately. There's a very faint scar, running diagonally across part of their face. It reminds them of cracked stone, which is... probably where it came from, actually. She did drop them on their head, didn't she? Then there's the patches of fur on his neck and arms that look like they didn't grow in right, over burn marks that somehow healed even though by all means they shouldn't have. Sometimes, if they squint and look really hard, they can see a few strands of white hair.

Others look at Xiaotian, and besides the obvious monkey features, they see a sweet, young face. One that's rather open and perhaps a little too earnest and trusting. The endearing little chipped fang when they smile a little too wide and show off their teeth. That messy mop of hair on top of their head. The signature red headband they always wear.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Vacuum cleaners are evil and should not be trusted. He'll stick to sweeping and mopping the old fashioned way.

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Oh, absolutely. Those almond cookies are ALL his. His!

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Singing. They actually have a decent voice! But it's way more fun to sing badly along to karaoke songs with friends.

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Joke Answer?: "HELLO and welcome to my TED talk, FAKE IT 'TIL YOU MAKE IT! Monkie Kid's Guide to Prolonging the Next Mental Breakdown for As Long As Physically possible-- I MEAN I'll be talking about how to keep your spirits high while things are extremely stressful and chaotic: by lying to yourself until, eventually, it comes true!"

Real Answer: The former idea would get him immediately removed from the stage, BUT he's much more likely to use a TED talk as an opportunity to infodump about the JTTW novel, various adaptations, and miscellaneous Monkey King trivia, which is also not what TED talks are supposed to be for I think, but...

#monkey business | musings #11 was answered previously so skiiiiipping

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#54Below #Birthday #MarilynMaye #TulisMcCall

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FUTURE DREAMS Season 05, Week 02 Scenarios // 황태지

Performing ‘AT GWANGHWMUN’ by Kyuhyun (2:45 - 3:40) [ LYRIC TRANSLATION ]

His blood runs cold when they tell them they’ve got to prepare a performance in just a few days. A few days to not only perfect a performance, but to get himself in a headspace where he won’t instantly have a panic attack when he steps in front of the other trainees, as he knows everyone else will be watching. Not only trainees he’s been training with, but some people he barely knows, and god knows who else—judges of some kind, he assumes. The more he thinks about it the more his stomach churns and his breathing quickens, heart racing.

Don’t think about the performing part, just pick a song and practise first. He’ll take it one step at a time, and if he lets his anxiety get in the way of preparing he’ll be even more panicked when it comes to stepping out in front of an audience. So, he tries hard not to think about what he’s preparing for when he begins to go through songs he’s learnt. He decides to play the piano while he sings, knowing that’ll help with his issues. He can always look down at his hands, or close his eyes if he feels the panic rising—it’d be much harder if he just stood still and sang.

There’s many songs he knows how to play and sing, and while he doesn’t want to do something that’ll get him too emotional when he’s bound to already be filled to the brim with rather undesirable emotions, he can’t help but be drawn to a song he’d been listening to recently. It’s on the older side, but he’s got a soft sport for it, the lyrics speaking to him in a way he’d not really want to discuss with anyone, at least not right now, not yet. Which is why he picks the part of the song that doesn’t perfectly fit his situation, yet he can still feel the lingering emotions from the start of the song, the part that always has him holding back tears.

But then, the dreaded day arrives, and Teddy makes sure to take one of his emergency anxiety meds, the ones that are stronger and keep him from falling over the edge during those times when he’s got to perform in front of more than a handful of people. He’s feeling okay when he takes his seat in the auditorium, even though his hands are sweaty—maybe this will be okay.

But then, out walks three members of Haru, and his stomach plummets out of his body, right through the crust of the earth and into the depths of the molten core. They must be there to judge, surely they’d not just be there to perform, then leave. Three seniors, watching and critiquing him—can he do it? No sooner had he somewhat relaxed into enjoying their performance, though, when three of Blazing appear as well, then three of DBSD. He feels as though he’s disintegrating, his fingers begin to tingle and he has to close his eyes through the performance, as much as he wants to watch. He counts in his head, willing his lungs not to collapse.

It takes until the first person has already begun their performance before Teddy feels as though he can open his eyes and lift his head again. You can do this, Ted. He imagines Hyeji sitting beside him, holding his hand, and it helps, even if just a little bit. He wishes she were here, so that when he steps up there, on the stage, and performs, he can keep his eyes locked on her, as if he’s singing to her and no one else.

But she isn’t here. Not even Minjae, or Jisoo are here for him to seek comfort in. There’s Kian, Keeho and Jules, Miyu, Jaekyung and Chaekyung, but somehow it doesn’t help as much as he’d hoped having his friends there would. There’s too many people he doesn’t know. Too many people who might judge him negatively. The pressure feels like a physical weight on his chest, pressing the air, and possibly even the life out of him.

He’s not sure if he’s glad when it turns out he’s performing nearer the end or not—while it gives him time to sort out his breathing, it also means he’s got so much more to live up to. Don’t think about that.

His names called, and he has to try extra hard not to let his knees tremble as he stands up and walks somewhat stiffly up to the stage. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, and he hopes it’s not obvious that they’re shaking. The keyboard he’d requested is set up centre stage, and before he takes his seat he stands at the mic placed just in front of it. After three deep breaths he decides to look at Seo Hankyung as he introduces himself with a bow. There’s a very slight wobble to his voice, but as they ask who he’d most like to impress he manages a smile that feels pretty relaxed and normal. “I’d most like to impress the members of Haru.”

Teddy steps behind the piano and takes a moment to adjust the mic to the right height as he sits down. Being behind the keyboard instantly gives him the feeling of being somewhat shielded from his audience. It’s not much, but it’s something, just as he’d hoped it would be. When choosing his song, and the single minute he’d have to show his abilities, he’d factored in a few seconds of solo piano at the beginning and end, as he’d cut the song off after a line that was usually followed up by another line, however he’d felt that by adjusting the melody of the end of that line, along with the music, who could make it a satisfying place to stop.

He licks his lips, wipes his palms on his thighs, and stares down at the keys, placing his hands in the starting position. He closes his eyes to begin with, needing the privacy of the inside of his eyelids to give himself the best chances of a strong start. He knows that once the music washes over him, and he’s transported by the lyrics, he won’t need it as much—but right now he does.

오늘 바보처럼 그 자리에 서 있는 거야 비가 내리면 흠뻑 젖으며 오지 않는 너를 기다려 나는 행복했어 그 손 잡고 걷던 기억에 또 뒤돌아 봐 네가 서 있을까 봐

He’s beginning with the second chorus; a difficult place to start, as the piano music ramps up somewhat compared to the first chorus. There’s an urgency to it, as though the lyrics are bursting out of him, and Teddy knows this song so well that he doesn’t need to try to feel it. He knows what this song is about, and what it means for him. It feels like a prophetic song to him, as though one day, maybe not too far in the future, he’d have written this about someone. He can feel that longing, as though missing someone who’d died, and yet they aren’t dead, they just aren’t an integral part of your life anymore, and you miss it—you miss them.

그 자리에서 매일 알아가 조금씩 변해가는 내 모습은 먼 훗날엔 그저 웃어줘

After the first section he’s able to open his eyes. He thinks, he hopes his voice hadn’t shaken as he began, and now as he lets himself brave the crowd before him, his heart hammering, he searches the crowd for his friends. First Keeho, someone he’s known longer than pretty much any other trainee, then Kian, who once upon a time the beginning of this song might have been about, then to Jules, who he’s got such a deep fondness for. He looks to Miyu, who’s given him invaluable support so many times, Jaekyung, who never fails to make him forget his worries, and finally Chaekyung who he can’t help but smile as his eyes fall on—he remembers all the things they’ve gotten up to in their time as friends, and suddenly his heart doesn’t race as fast, and his palms aren’t sweating as badly, and this feels almost bearable.

The high note comes loud, clear, and most importantly powerful. He lets his eyes close as he leans back from the mic a little, controlling the volume of his performance. The note lingers in the silent pause before his final line, and it’s then that his thoughts fall on him, the one this song is about for Teddy.

난 행복해

It’s gentle; a line that feels intimate. It’s a reassurance that even though he can’t have him, he’s happy. Of course, it’s a lie—his chest aches as he sings it, but he lets a sad smile rest on his lips, and it stays there as the last notes ring out and his hand still on the keys, eyes still closed.

When he opens them, the anxiety that writhes inside him is tinged with the sadness that always follows that song. He feels as though he’ll always be standing waiting for him to be there when he looks for him, and he knows, deep down, that he won’t be there, not like he wants him to be, anyway.

#[ teddybear ; solo ]#[ so ; fdscenarios02 ]#lgc:fdscenarios #[ wc ; 1542 ]

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I would love Rebecca & Ted kissing in the rain! Or her buying flowers for Ted.

A bit of both! Absolute cheese. I'm so sorry. I hope you like it, regardless!

Rain pelts the window and the skies are dark and it’s fitting, he thinks, for his mood. He’s been trying not to think about it—think about her—but he can’t think about anything else.

How happy they’d been.

How perfectly they seemed to fit together, how every smile and every touch of his hand made him so sure this was it, what he needed and wanted and been searching for.

And she’d seemed to feel the same. Seemed to need and want him just as much and he still doesn’t understand what happened. Why, exactly two weeks ago, they were buried under the covers in his bed, laughing, talking about the future like it was theirs and now he’s here, alone on his sofa with a glass of whisky he can’t even drink because his stomach is so knotted, and Rebecca is somewhere, “thinking.”

That’s what she’d told him she needed—time to think, to figure things out, and it’s been four days and she hasn’t said a word and he feels like everything is falling apart. Everything they’d built, worked so hard for, and he doesn’t know what he did or didn’t do and she’d looked so pained when she’d asked for space, like it wasn’t what she wanted but was doing it anyway and he’d had to respect that, but there’s a part of him that thinks he should have tried harder. Should have pushed back. Shouldn’t have looked at her like some kind of kicked puppy and just… agreed.

He knows they need to talk, but every time he reaches for his phone he sees her tear-stained cheeks and hears the cracked tone of her voice, all but begging him to step back, “for a little while,” she’d said, but he doesn’t know how long that will be or what she’s hoping for and he just feels so heavy. So tired.

His apartment is quiet, just the slash of rain, the TV on mute, but his thoughts are so loud he can’t shut them out.

What he should have said. Should have done.

He’s so caught up it takes him a long time to register the hum. Something outside his flat, at first, just white noise. It takes him a minute for the sound to seep in, for it to become strange.

Familiar.

Ted frowns, and sits up. Tries to listen, and after a moment he recognizes the tune—an old Peter Gabriel song—but it doesn’t sound like a radio. Doesn’t sound like a recording, it sounds close by, but muffled; sounds like a woman, singing.

He wonders if Mrs Shipley has a better voice than he gave her credit for, and then the voice gets louder, just a touch clearer—

I reach out from the inside—

He knows that voice.

Would know it in his sleep, and Ted rockets off the sofa, closes the distance to the window and yanks it open and doesn’t quite believe what he’s seeing, squinting through the rain.

But he blinks and blinks again and she’s still there—Rebecca, in the downpour, singing clearly up at his window and there’s no one else around and no one to see or hear but him and her name is strangled, barely audible.

“What are you doing?” he shouts over the rain, anxiety coursing through him that she’ll get sick out here, bewilderment that she’s there in the first place, and the faint, horrible stirring of hope in his chest.

“I don’t have a boombox!” she shouts back, and no, of course she doesn’t, why would she—

The song.

Singing to him from a window.

The scene snaps into his head and he stares at her out the window and he can barely make out her expression through the rain but she’s there and she’s soaked and he’s still standing at the window like an idiot.

He slams it shut, turns and snatched his keys and his coat, runs down the stairs and out of his flat, down the alley and he doesn’t see her at first; she isn’t where she was and his heart crawls into his throat and then he spots her through the downpour a few yards away, her head hung and she’s about to turn, to walk away.

“Rebecca!”

She whirls around, and he jogs the last little distance, until he’s close enough that he can see her shivering, her coat soaked through, a bouquet of limp flowers in her hand. Her hair is plastered to her neck and her makeup is barely holding on and he’s out of his jacket in a moment, wrapping it around her frame. It won’t do any good, he knows, but he has to do something, and Rebecca shudders.

“I’m sorry,” she says, barely audible over the rain. “I’m sorry I pushed you away. I didn’t—it was stupid and selfish I was just—”

His heart pounds so hard in his chest he can feel it.

“Just what?”

“Scared,” she admits.

Ted flinches. It isn’t what he wants, what he wants to hear, but Rebecca reaches out and curls her fingers into his sodden sweater, flowers pressed against his chest. He looks at her, her bright eyes, and asks,

“Of me?”

Rebecca shakes her head. “No. Me.”

He frowns, and Rebecca looks almost frantic, letting go to gesture with one hand,

“I fuck things up, Ted. I always have. I’m not—I don’t know what to do with good things and you—” She swallows. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and if I lose you—”

Her voice cracks, and it makes sense, suddenly—the distance she’s put between them. Not because she doesn’t want, but because she wants so much. He thinks of Rupert, the team, their own winding journey and how much they’re on the same page, even now.

“You’re not gonna lose me.”

“You can’t promise me that.”

“Yeah, I can,” he says, stepping closer. “You wanna know how?”

He can tell, even through the rain, that she’s crying.

“How?”

He smiles, and cups her cheeks in his palms and kisses her. Kisses her like it’s their first. Their last. The only one he’ll ever get. Pours every ounce of love he has for her into the slide of his lips against hers and it’s wet and strange and her skin is so cold and all he wants to do is warm her up, keep her warm forever.

Rebecca melts against him, one hand winding around his back, the other in his hair and she opens her mouth to him and he can feel it, all her devotion, laid at his feet.

When he finally pulls back, they’re both breathless, and Ted rests his forehead against hers, moves his thumb over her cheek.

“I’d rather spend the rest of my life fighting with you than make love to anyone else.”

Rebecca frowns slightly, and Ted bites back a grin.

“Our love is like the wind. I can’t see it, but I know it’s there.”

“Ted—”

“You had me at boombox.”

Rebecca blinks at him, and for a moment says nothing; and then she smiles, and laughs, a bright sound that breaks through the rain and Ted grins and Rebecca slaps his shoulder, but lets him pull her closer, his arms around her waist, lips near hers.

“I’m just a boy, standing in front of a girl—”

“Oh, shut up,” she laughs. “I know you used that line on Roy, too.”

“Guilty,” he says, and she smiles. “Didn’t use this one, though.”

“Oh?” she asks. “Which one is that?”

Brushing his lips against hers, Ted smiles. “I love you. All of you, Rebecca. And that ain’t ever gonna change. So far as long as you want me, you got me. Okay?”

Rebecca softens, a shaky hand coming up to brush a strand of wet hair from his face.

“What’s that from?” she asks, her voice trembling.

“Nothin’,” he promises. “It’s just us.”

#rebecca welton #ted lasso #ted x rebecca #catherine writes fic #asks #replies #fic snippet #honestly i apologize for this

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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Always feels like Summer pt. 2

AN. - I really want to take this slow. When / If giving feedback please note that i wrote this to deal with my problems in my life. This writing doesn't made with the purpose of entertaining, i just simply post it on here. However i welcome any HUMANLY told feedback. If you do not like it, or you couldn't say what you want to say without being hurtful, then please just scroll past this. Nor me, nor you would benefit from attacking anyone. I do not consider myself as a snowflake, but words have weight, and i will not tolerate attacking my integrity or anything just for the sake of it. Just so you can hurt somebody.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Pairing: none yet but we'll see

Warnings: cheating, family issues, drinking, language

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You are starting it over, from zero. New city, new apartment, new neighbours. You moved across the ocean just to get away, to be able to get a real clean start. Will your past let you leave though?

My apartment quickly became the place where we chilled out all the fcking time. It was nice. Having company helped a good deal with my depression. Next week was thanksgiving and i knew most of the team will be away with their families. It's not that i don't have family anymore, but besides not celebrating thanksgiving, i am currently not having the celebrating kind of relationship with them, nor any kind for that matter. So that is how i ended up just chilling in my window with a cup of black tea, and music from the vinyl player. I love this album. Billie Holiday is just such an amazing artist. Blue Moon is filling the apartment, i'm quietly singing away while looking at the rain outside.

As the music comes to the trumpet solo part, i hear a little scoff from behind, my head darts to the direction of it when i see Bucky standing there with a bottle of wine.

-Shoulda' been a singer i'm telling you.. - he said smiling at me and i couldn't help but smile back.

-What are you doing here still? - i asked - I thought all of you got to your families for thanksgiving.

-Yea well.. you're our family now too, and also.. after Dot.. i kind of ... yea i don't have anyone just you guys. - That made me stand up, put my mug on the counter before walking up to him pinching his face.

-Aren't you cute?! Well i don't have anything thanksgiving-y but we can order pizza. - I say as he laughs and tries to catch my hands by the wrists to stop torturing his face. - Or i can always do something with pasta.

-Ugh yes, please cook for meeeeeee. - he said dramatically as ever.

He opened the wine and poured it into two glasses as i started to make vodka sauce pasta. The lights were dim, sweet songs came from the vinyl player, the wine was awesome. It felt just perfect. Finally having friends and not having to worry about them confusing my little affections with something that is not there. Little by little they came to know me better. That I needed more touches, hugs, caresses, and there was no sexual intention behind them. It is simply my love language. Touches. I felt comfortable with them. I was still afraid to open up fully but in time i guess..

While i was cooking Bucky took my polaroid camera from the shelf and took a few pictures, we even took a photo of us on the couch, and i put them right on my fridge. It's filling up with photos of all of us, and i honestly love it.

Soon the pasta is long gone, the wine too, (okay another bottle finished as well) and he's sitting on my couch, with my head in his lap, playing with my hair while we talk.

-You know.. Steve told me after he brought you home from the airport that you'll be a fixation in our group.

-Did he now?

-Oh yea he did. He dared to call dibs even. - he said laughing.

-Yea, well.. i'm still on a break from men. - i said playing with his fingers and palm.

-Sooner or later you need to get out there doll..

-I don't really want to. It might not have hurt that much, but we were engaged. I don't think i could trust anyone like that any soon. I'm just tired and afraid.

-What are you even afraid of? Anyone would be lucky to have you by his side.

-That's just it. He'd soon realize that i'm not enough. Not good, or pretty, or intelligent enough.. Also that little thing...

-What little thing?

- Cmon Buck.. you all surely realized that in some situations i just turn into this not so little little one. I just.. i don't know. I want someone to take care of me, to tell me i did amazing.. gosh this is so childish.

His hand left my hair and started to caress my neck, making me gasp a little, closing my eyes.

-What is wrong with wanting to hear that you're a good girl? -his voice is dropping extremely low, and i feel like i'm slowly sinking into this safe space with his caresses and sweet words.

-Buck...

He doesn't say anything just continues his sweet attack. I'm not sure if this is the wine, or just my issues. I'm not sure if it is what he wants, or it's again.. just the alcohol in his system.

-Buck.. we can't.. - i breath out heavily as if to protest, not that i wanted him to stop. It's more like an out of the situation i'm giving him.

-We are not doing anything doll. You were a good girl, you cooked an awesome meal, you deserve some lovin'... -he said, nearly whispering and i let myself fall even further into the little safe space he was creating for us.

I decide it's best if i just enjoy it while it lasts then not talk about it ever again. I don't want a realitonship, and i certainly don't wanna hook-up with anyone. I adore Bucky and our friendship just as much as I do with Steve and Sam and the girls. It is better not to fuck it up, until i know that this is what we want and it's not just the similarity of our pasts and the loneliness speaking.

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The next morning the apartment is empty. It's still early so it is calm and quiet even outside. There is an incoming call. It is morning here so i assume my best friend is really really drunk right now back in Sweden. I take the call regardless, she was always able to keep me standing with two feet on the ground.

Just as i expected i hear very loud music and my friend, Torvi drunkedly saying how much she misses and loves me.

-I love you too Torv. You should come visit me sometime!

-Nooo, you should move your ass back here...

-You know i can't do that babe. Nothing for me there...

-What about me and Ivar and Hvitserk? Are we nothing to you?

-Of course not, but i can't keep crashing at your places all the time, i can't even be in that fucking country without the press bitching about my looks, my relationship, my business, my fucking family. And even though that bastard cheated on me, i'm getting bashed and called a fucking rabbit for running as far from there as my legs can take. I really miss you and i'd even pay for your ticket but no, i can't go back there.

-Your ma wanted me to call you to the annual Christmas party.. Why don't you reconsider it.. or like take one of your new friends as eyecandy?

-Yea, there's no way i'm dragging any of them in this shit.. if i'll go i'll go alone.

Suddenly i hear a cough behind me, and i turn to see a wide-eyed Bucky.

- I'll call you back once you're sober. - i said as i hung up.

-Don't tell me you're leaving us... - he said with a kind of desperation in his voice which i couldn't really place.

-I thought about it but no.. likely not. My mother bribed my best friend to drag me back there for christmas.. - i said quietly as i went to sit in my window with tears in my eyes.

-Why are you crying?

-Because... i know how they are.. he will be there, his stupid secretary will be there, my judging family will be there... and i'd be all alone, judged, laughed at..

-And you're still going?

-No, i don't think so.. I think i'll just... i don't know. Get hot chocolate, and binge some shitty show on netflix all alone here in my apartment.

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Next week i buried myself in work. I had various missed calls from my mother and father as well as an email from my ex. I don't know what it says as i didn't open it. I can't get myself to. Maybe i should just go back and accept that this is how daugthers of rich families are supposed to live. After a long day of work i sit on my couch, laptop before me, cursor above his letter, and i just stare at it. I didn't dare to open it.

The rest of the gang were busy too, so i didn't see or talk to anyone for days.

My phone starts ringing. It is Steve, so i pick it up.

-Hey doll, we made lasagna, do you wanna eat with us and like have a movie marathon? We all need a little pick me up after this week.

-Yea, i think i still have wine, come over, door's open. - I said as i countinued to stare at my laptop.

Soon enough the front door opened, and if i could've tear my eyes away from the screen and chewing my nails not knowing what to do, i would've seen Steve with his small beard that he grew over the weeks, and his smile.

He popped down next to me after putting the lasagna on the counter.

-What's wrong?

-Umm.. nothing.. i.. my ex sent me an email.

-What did he say?

-I don't know, i didn't dare to open it. What if he wants to drag me back?

-Do you wanna be dragged back? - He asked and there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

-No, i mean.. probably all rich parent's daugthers have this fate.. but i just.. i cant.

-Then why don't you open it? I'm here if you need me.

-I.. i.. can you read it first?

He sighed and nodded at me, taking my laptop into his hands, then reading.

He was reading for a long ass time. Even Bucky arrived by the time he finished. He was quite confused as of what is Steve reading so angrily and why am i so anxious.

-Fucking hell... - he mutters.

-Do i wanna know? - i ask.

-Probably not in detail.. But i'm telling you now.. if he sets foot in this building he's good as dead.

-What the fuck happened? - Bucky asked with concern sitting behind me and snaking a hand around my waist.

-He.. fucking dared to go in detail on how Y/n is overreacting and should take him back already, saying that she can take up on a hobby or like have a kid to not be bored at home. That her father is already agreed to it,... and...

-And?

-and that he's coming here for christmas to take her back personally... as if it's a grand gesture.

Bucky's arms tighten around me as he gets angry too. All i can do is cry.

Just then the rest of the gang arrives, and after a quick brief they immediately start to plan something.. anything to keep him away, and as far as possible from me.

As we all drink we hear Nat giggle. with my laptop in her lap..

-Nat.. what are you giggling at? Is it that funny?

-No.. i just.. i replied..

My eyes widen as i look at Steve and Bucky.

-You had no ri... -Steve is already reading it..

-Wait.. this could even be good.

They start to brainstorm. I just sit in Bucky's arms and listen. He sometimes brings me closer as if to calm me down a bit. Then they get to the main part.

-So um.. Nat here told him that you are already in a new relationship.

-But i'm not...

-We know that very well.. but we can make this into an advantage over him. He still wants an obedient, brainwashed girl to marry, what if we'd pull a little act?

-What act? - i ask tilting my head as i hear Bucky murmur next to my neck.

-What if you'd be living with not one but two men..- he said as Steve continued.

-And you could be their obedient girl? - as Steve kneeled before me.

-Thaaat's what i'm talking about. - Clapped Nat as Wanda and Sam dragged her out, leaving me Bucky and Steve alone.

-Why would you want to help me?

-You're our friend, and we don't wanna lose you to an asshole. We all know you deserve better than that. SO.. what do you say? Will you pretend to be ours?

-iii... i don't know guys.. are you sure you wanna do this?

-YES- they said in unison, as i sighed.

-But no funny business! - i scrunched my nose at them holding out my pinky, which Steve took with a smile. -No funny business.

Just then Bucky's hold tightened on me and he started to kiss my neck, making me gasp.

-Buckyy... that is not NOT funny business.. - i said as i tried to wiggle out of his hold.

-Steve promised that.. i did not. And we'd have to practice.. he needs to believe that you are ours.. that you are comfortable with us.

-You know i am comfortable around you..

-But not in an intimate way.. - said Steve, as my eyes dart from one to another and back.

-But.. how..

-Well, we could start with you sitting on our lap, and sleeping with us. -My eyes widened at that last part, which he noticed. - No, doll not like that, but just sleeping in the same bed.

-Oh.. okay. I guess i can do that.

-Not right away, but i suggest kisses too.. How would we convince him that we are in a relationship if there's no kisses and stuff?

I gulped. - Maybe i could like.. wear your shirts and stuff?

-You wanna wear my shirt doll? - Bucky whispered - How cute.. how about i give you a hickey too.. -he said as the started to suck on my neck, that made Steve shake his head and laugh.

-We'll only do what you are comfortable with okay? - asked Steve, and i was barely able to nod as i was getting lost in the sensations Bucky gave me.

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That night i was getting ready to bed, already having Bucky's shirt. It was quite big on me, it went down to nearly mid thighs, so i didn't bother to wear anything else than panties under it. By the time i was finished, they were already in my bed. There was this really really small place right between them, reserved for me. The thought of sleeping with them, alone made me shiver in the best way possible. I mean cmon.. its Steve and Bucky..

-I have to admit it was a great idea for you to borrow our clothes. - said Steve as i settled between them.

-Good night guys- i said giggling.

-Hey.. what about my goodnight kiss? - pouted Bucky, and i think i immediately blushed. I popped myself on my elbow and went to kiss his face. Or i tried to.. he stopped me, and motioned to his lips. I froze.

He caressed my face lovingly, and swiped his thumb slowly over my lower lips. Familiar heat had rise in my lower abdomen.

-Can i? - he whispered, and i prayed that my whimper was inaudible as he came closer and pressed a small, soft kiss on my lips. He didn't went further, he didn't deepen it. When he let me go, Steve put me in his lap, and kissed me softly too, before laying down, tugging me with him, so i was laying on top of him, while he caressed my back.

It was strange, unfamiliar, but at the same time it felt so right. I wonder if they are uncomfortable, or is this just as right for them as it is for me.

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Bucky and Steve woke up early, they decided to make breakfast.

-Do you think she feels okay with all this? - asked Bucky from Steve

The brunette looked around for a bit, making sure you're not up to hear what they are talking about.

-This all. I know that this is supposed to be an act, but i know you feel it too, just like me. This. Feels. Right. Steve. This feels like home. And i saw you being happy and doting since she arrived in town. You can't deny you feel it too.

-And what are we supposed to do about it? Stand before her and tell her we want her to be ours for real? Wanted her since the first night? She doesn't even want a relationship. Why would she want one with not just one man but two?

-Yea.. sure.. do you see her cling to Sam or the girls as much as she clings to us? Do you realize we are the only ones knowing about her being a weird mix of a little and a sub? Cause the others don't know about it at all Steve... This is something she only told to us... even that bastard didn't know it.

Steve was about to say something when they heard the bedroom door open, showing me in the oversized shirt on, with messy hair.

-Good morning. - i murmured as i tried to walk to the coffeemaker to have my coffee, but i was stopped by strong hands. Bucky caught and put me on the counter, making me giggle, as he planted a kiss on the side of my face.

-Good morning doll. How did you sleep?

-Best sleep of the decade. - Reaching for my mug that Steve prepared. They started to beam. But i started to pout.

-Whats wrong baby? - Bucky asked caressing my thighs while standing between my legs.

-I just.. i'm sorry for making you two feel uncomfortable. I'm thankful for your... help. - I said, casting my eyes to my mug in my lap.

-Hey.. what made you think we were uncomfortable?

- Well.. ii .. i know we're just friends.. but.. i hate to wake up alone when i went to bed.. well.. not alone..

-Oh doll... - said Steve caressing my back. - We are not uncomfortable.. we might be even enjoying this closeness a little too much for our own good. - he said with a half smile.

-I.. if you wanna call it off i can.. i can think of something else..- i said, my voice nearly a whisper as a tear slid down my face.

-Noo doll, we would want to call it off. Everythings alright. Steve just meant that it feels natural to be this way.. just the three of us.. - said Bucky, snaking a finger under my chin, to make me look at him. He leaned close and kissed me softly.

I calmed down a bit. I got my answer, kind of.. even without asking it directly.

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The next few weeks flew away fast. Being intimate with the boys became a second nature. Even the rest of the gang took it naturally. It became kind of the dynamic of the group. Curt arrives tomorrow. I am so anxious. I am little now, but the guys are dealing with it perfectly well. If anything it became harder to believe this is jsut an act. Kisses, little touches, sleeping and waking up in the same bed. I literally never had an opportunity to help myself.. and i was getting frustrated and oh so damn horny. It was hard. They didn't seem to notice, nor being particulary horny for me either. Currently I cling to Steve as i don't want to go shower.

-Baby, you need to shower. You're gonna smell so bad.

-But I don't wannaaaaa... can't i just.. like.. make him go away with my smell?

-No.. we're gonna make him go away, all you need to worry about is looking pretty as ever for us.. hm? can you do that?

- Why do you need me to be pretty? - i pout - not as if you'd look at me that way.. i can be ugly for all you care.. - i say as i cross my arms before my chest and huff.

-Oh honey, i'd glady show you how much i look at you that way, but Buck would be so sad if we'd leave him out.

-Leave me out of what? - he asked hearing his name as he entered the apartment.

-N..nothing. - i said hurriedly.

-Oh noo.. you are blushing.. Steve why is she blushing?

I knew better than to run my mouth further. Maybe Steve will be so kind and not tell him.

-She wants to skip shower, cause *now he tries to copy my voice* -not as if you'd look at me that way.. i can be ugly for all you care.. -

-Oh i see.. well.. first of all you could never be ugly... second of all you're playing a dangerous game missy.

-I'm not playing a game... i'm just.. frustrated.

-He's gonna leave before stepping into our living room doll.. no need to be frustrated. - said Bucky.

-It's not that...

-Then what is it doll? -he asked while Steve smiled wickedly into his glass of water.

-It just.. you're both so.. um.. pretty, and like bulky, and.. i spent weeks smashed between you two or on top of you, and .. i just didn't have a minute to myself.. and it's been long and..

-Oh baby.. poor baby... you need a little extra love don't you? - Bucky says huskily, while his hand is travelling upwards on my thigh, straight towards my aching core, and i gasp.

His finger is drawing lazy circles over my clit, through my panties, as he leans closer, and for the first time, he deepens the kiss, and i couldn't help but whimper. I remove his shirt, as he takes my legs around his waist, hoisting me up, and i reach and grab Steve by his shirt to make him come along. Soon enough we're under the shower, and i'm once again smashed between them. But for the first time we are all naked. They are so beautiful i could cry. Four hands on me, i have one in each of their necks as Steve sucks on my neck, while Bucky kisses me furiously. Bucky's fingers never leave my folds, and i'm becoming desperate for any sort of friction, for just one or two fingers inside me.

-Buck.. pleasee... - i say between kisses.

-Please what baby?

-I wanna cum pleasee... - i beg.

-Well.. how about a deal.. If you come on my tongue, i'll let you come on my fingers, and then Stevie's too hmm? - he asks as he teases my etrance with a single digit. I nod desperately making both of them chuckle. Steve takes me and sits down on the little bench thingy we have built in in the shower, pulling me into his lap. His hard member next to my butt, as he takes my legs, spreading me open for Bucky.

-The prettiest sight ever... - he says, as he leans in close, teasing me with the very tip of his tongue, making me moan quietly. It is the sweetest torture, and i honestly think i might as well have been a virgin till now, and none of them even entered me yet.

-Such a good girl.. doing what we tell you to... she deserves a reward don't you think Buck? - asks Steve while planting kisses wherever he can.

Bucky's lazy swipes of tounge became faster, more urgent and i felt my orgasm bubble up. I moaned his name as i came on his tongue, and he didn't stop, he helped me ride out my high, before coming up to kiss me, to make me taste myself on his lips. He brought a finger to my etrance, and agonizingly slowly pushed in.

-So sweet.. So beautiful... you're ours only aren't you baby?

-All yours.. - i moaned as he continued to finger me.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

-Fuck.. - we said in unison. You could literally bite the sexual tension around us. It became even more frustrating than before. Bucky dried me off as Steve went to open the door.

Steve went to open the door. He decided to just cover his member and nothing else. It was either our friends, whom seen everything, or my ex, whom they wanted to intimidate in the first place, when this was all just an act.

He waved at the man standing in front of him.

-Um.. sorry man.. do you know here (Y/n) lives? i thought this was her address? - Curt asked.

-Oh it is her address alright. You must be her.. cousin?

-No i am her fiancé and i very much like an explanation on why is there a naked man in her apartment... - he seemed fuming.

-Oh I only know of az ex fiancé who cheated with his not so intelligent and pretty secretary.. Man.. i need to thank you.. (Y/n) is just... ugh i don't know why you let her go.. - he said with a wicked smile as he looked back into the apartmen where i was trying to reach my wardrobe, as Bucky was chasing me in his naked glory. He caught my waist and hoisted me closer to kiss me, and Curt saw it all. He coughed.

He coughed and when i saw him i froze. Bucky hugged me closer and Steve turned back to Curt.

-Well i'd invite you in, but i'm afraid this is not a good time. - he said with a smile and went to close the door. Curt shoved his feet in, blocking the door from closing.

-Oh no.. I came to take MY FIANCÉ back home, and sure as hell i'm not gonna leave without her. Cmon bitch, pack. You had your... fun. - he said as he looked the boys over.

-I'm not going anywhere.. - i said but it was barely a whisper as i tried to get closer to Bucky.

-You what? i couldn't hear. Do i need to remind you that your father took a large sum to save his company in exchange for you? I OWN YOU. - he shouted and my world shattered. My father sold me? I.. i thought i mattered at least a bit more than that.. but i guess not.

He laughed cruelly while trying to reach me, as Bucky and Steve stood in front of me to hide me from this monster.

-We don't care what her delusional father said to you. Nor care for that company. You will leave now and never come back. If not we would gladly call down the FBI agent from upstairs and show him this little recording. - Bucky said while he waved his phone in the air. - I'm sure they would be interested in an asshole selling her daughter to an even bigger ass just to save his fucking company.

Curt gulped, and visibly became even more tense.

-This is not the last time you heard from me bitch. - he shouted, voice full of venom then he banged the door and left.

Steve and Bucky turned to look at me. I was frozen. My phone was ringing. It was my father. I slowly picked it up, despite the boy's protesting.

-Oh honey, i am so glad you picked it up. merry christmas. i hope you'll soon be on your flight home. - he said all cheery.

-Did you sell me? - i asked, barely a whisper.

-What are you talking about? - he asked confused.

-I asked did you sell me? - i asked again, now louder, i could already hear the venom in my voice.

-Oh .. um.. don't think of it like that.. You love eachother.. this is just a bump in your relationship...

-A bump? -i laughed dryly. - He cheated on me.. you should be on my side you know. But i guess i didn't mean all that much to you huh? Does mom know about this? Or was this a family decision? You know what... i don't even care. Don't call me again. You don't have a daughter anymore. - i shouted, crying as i hung up. I ran to my room, shutting the door behind me with a loud thud. They knew they shouldn't follow me now. I will come out when i have cried enough. Probably..

I wake up early the next morning. My head is killing me. As i open the door i find Bucky and Steve laying on the floor beside it. I smile a little. They are adorable. I start to make them coffee, i want to somehow thank them for being here for me. They still had not woken up, so i guess they stayed up late, guarding my door. I make a cup of coffee for everyone, just as how they like, and i sit next to them on the floor.

Steve is the first to slowly open his eyes as the aroma of fresh coffee hits his nose.

-Hey baby. How are you feelin? - he asks , voice all husky as he reaches for me and wraps me in his arms.

-I don't know, my head is achy.

-Want me to bring a painkiller for you?

-No, it's okay. I'll drink my coffee and have a shower i guess.

-Mmm, okay but stay a bit here with us.

All this whispering woke Bucky up too, who was gently caressing my face, while sipping his coffee.

-Thank you guys for being here for me. I guess you're all i have now.. - i said somehow sadly. I mean of course i was said, i basically just lost my family, but i was still happy that i had Steve and Bucky... even if we're just friends... or whatever this is...

#bucky x reader fluff #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes smut #stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #bucky fanfiction

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just-zander · 3 years

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Ok. So spoilers for Luca if you haven't seen it, but not like a big spoiler. A very small and random spoiler sorta

I was watching Luca for the 3rd time in 2 weeks - I'm not hyperfixating YOU'RE hyperfixating - and I was trying to pay more attention to the little details because reasons

And you know when Luca and Alberto first sneak into the town and there's this man fishing and he's whistling? You see him again later whistling the same song. And it just hit me really hard like I KNOW THAT SONG but I couldn't pinpoint where from

Like. Had to pause the movie and whistle it to myself and think about where it was from.

Like I knew it was disney being cheeky. It was from another Disney movie. But I couldn't remember which one

It drove me crazy

For the rest of the movie. And it's pretty early in the movie when you hear him whistle! Like maybe a 3rd of the way through!!

So I finished it and it was still driving me nuts.

And I went out and gardened and dug holes and it was still going through my head.

Like it's been 2 hours now since I heard him whistle.

And it hit me again.

THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER! Where it was the 2 mickeys and the one had been mistaken for the prince and was walking down the hall in the castle and was singing that song. That song wasn't even in the movie for 30 seconds and I specifically know that part.

So yeah. Potential Disney Easter egg to a semi obscure Disney movie?? Idk how popular that one was. Like none of my friends that grew up watching Disney have seen it

Why brain.

Why.

End rant.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

#pixar luca #luca #disney easter egg i guess??#im prob just nuts tho so...#luca 2021 #disney #disney pixar

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freddieslater · 2 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Ted/Necromancer x Chad (Legacies)

Requested by anonymous

He should’ve expected it. It makes sense, that in the place of ghosts and begrudged spirits, he would inevitably come across another innocent soul that he wronged. After helping Oscar, Ted knew he’d have to face it sooner or later.

Does wishing it was later make him a coward? Does wishing it was sooner make him an idiot? Maybe he’s simply a cowardly idiot.

That, at least, he’s sure Chad can agree with him on.

There’s a powerful urge to flee when he looks up and finds Chad walking into the Jinni’s bar. Run, hide (make sure Landon doesn’t speak to him), anything to avoid what he did.

Then he remembers Oscar. He was only here because of Ted. Stuck in this place, never able to find peace because of him. Part of him had hoped that maybe Chad would be fine and had already moved on.

He certainly doesn’t look like a soul at odds as he walks right up to the Jinni and gives him a wide smile as he asks for a drink. He looks… like Chad. Ever the positive and cheery soul.

God, how could he ever have dragged him into something so dark and twisted? There is something truly evil inside of him, he realizes, Necromancer or Ted, to have looked at someone so pure and so good and only seen something to corrupt and manipulate.

But that’s not all you saw, a little voice reminds him, unhelpfully, in the back of his mind. No, no matter how genuinely he may have felt for Chad, it makes no difference. They’re both still here.

“What’cha do-in?” Landon sing-songs right in his ear. Somehow, he managed to find Ted’s hiding spot behind the end of the bar, crouched down next to him.

Ted waves a dismissive hand at him and merely grunts to make him go away. He doesn’t. Chad wouldn’t have either.

Oh god, he’s not doing it again, is he? He can’t even allow himself to process that possibility at the moment, his mind too occupied.

“None of your business,” he hisses, hoping that a bit of negativity will shake him.

Only, Landon has already spotted the subject of his attention, following his fixed gaze to the other end of the bar. Chad is now happily slurping down what looks to be an orange martini, twirling the stripey little umbrella around the glass while he drinks.

“Hey, isn’t that—?” Landon stops abruptly when he casts a glance at Ted’s face and notices his pained expression. “Ah,” he simply says, understanding. “Got it.”

“No, you don’t,” Ted hisses again, or at least he tries to, the words coming out as more of a soft growl. “You don’t have anything. None of us do, that’s why we’re trapped in this wretched prison, because we have nothing left.”

Landon isn’t at all perturbed by his little rant or his aggressive demeanor. He claps a hand on his shoulder and offers him a sympathetic smile.

“I know it’s gonna be hard, but you should talk to him. For both of you. You never know, it might get you a step closer to peace. And remember how it felt to help Oscar move on?”

Ted shakes his hand off of him with a scowl. His stomach squirms with the uncomfortable acknowledgment that he’s probably right.

The least he could do is try to help Chad move on to peace, considering he’s the one who put him here. He takes a deep breath, but he doesn’t move for a good few moments, both continuing to watch him make conversation with the Jinni.

“What if he hates me?” Ted asks softly. “Oscar was happy to see me, at least until I told him the truth. But Chad… Chad knows what I did to him. He has every reason to despise me. How could he ever forgive me?”

Landon shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t know. Only he can decide if that’s something he can or even wants to do. But you’re not gonna know until you talk to him. Besides” —Landon pats his shoulder again— “you’ve both got a long time to work through it. Not like either of you are going anywhere.”

#legacies #legaciesedit #tvdu #necromancer x chad #chad x necromancer #ted x chad #chad x ted #ted necromancer #the necromancer legacies #ted legacies #necromancer legacies #chad legacies #landon kirby #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedits*#I wasn’t sure what to write for these two then this idea popped into my head so I hope it’s okay for you anon!!#there’s something about these two and this moodboard that I have fallen in love with #and as you may be able to tell the dynamic between ted and landon as well

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random harry potter characters headcanons because i am bored

includes: fred, george, harry, ron, hermione, ginny, luna, seamus, dean, neville, padma, parvati, cedric, angelina, alicia, katie, cho, draco, adrian, blaise, and pansy.

warnings: slight modern!au, swearing, food mention

these are all headcanons i made on the spot so i’m sorry if they suck. i’m just really bored. it is also all over the place. a lot of these are collabs between some characters. i hope you enjoy though!

(by the way, the little dashes are just dividers)

rest under the cut!

fred would dance around his room at 3 am to literally any song.

jazz, classical, rock, metal, pop he does not give a fuck.

he woke up george once by jumping on his bed and playing all star on his electric guitar.

probably a song writer

uses “life is short” as an excuse to act on his bad decisions

dancing in the rain is one of his favorite things to do

sleeps at 3 am or pm, you decide.

hopeless romantic

good old fashioned lover boy by queen is his song

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

george loves birds and bugs. completely unrelated to the last one but it’s true.

saw an injured bird outside his room when he was 5.

he cried and immediately took it in.

also cries when someone kills a bug.

thinks the bug’s family would be angry and disappointed in him.

enjoys painting random objects in his room

loves being called pet names

something like dear, honey, or hubby would make his heart burst

loves using them for his significant other as well

hopeless romantic part 2

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

harry is a night owl and he likes reading comic books.

he likes listening to rock music. i said what i said.

prefers being alone

likes quiet places and probably has a hideout

usually doesn’t understand poetry until he reads it like 20 times

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

ron adores ducks.

tears up when he sees them and always used to beg molly to keep them.

still tears up to this day.

not a big fan of seagulls though

he’s scared of them

but eagles are cool

likes country and rock music

also takes an interest in photography

the breakfast club is his favorite movie

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

hermione loves listening to taylor swift.

reads to her songs always.

ravenclaws save her a special seat in their common room because a lot of them grew quite fond of her

a taste tester for hufflepuffs who go to katie’s lessons you’ll understand this later

she actually enjoys dressing up as well even if there wasn’t an event

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

ginny accompanies dean while he draws.

she just likes looking at other people do what they love so it’s not only dean.

she sometimes zones out looking at hermione read a book, always taking note of the facial expressions and guessing what she just read,

catching harry push his glasses up or cleaning them,

also is with luna every time she paints.

luna has a few artworks with ginny as her muse.

gin likes the simple things in life.

loves board games

sometimes a little too competitive

struts down the hallways with her significant other

she’d never admit it but she loves 10 things i hate about you

has a soft spot for slytherins

luna almost always goes with neville to the gardens.

she helps him with whatever he needs and sometimes draws a few stuff.

she’s a photographer too so she loves waking up early in the morning and taking photos.

amazing at braiding hair

and making flower crowns

likes reading royal fantasy books

watches 10 things i hate about you with ginny

has a soft spot for slytherins

seamus also hangs out with luna sometimes,

talking to each other about whatever.

he thinks she’s interesting and would make great conversations.

she does.

he also took some painting lessons from her

meditates

loves pumpkin juice

likes the movie my girl

has cried more than he will ever admit

has a soft spot for slytherins

dean has a wall in the boys dorm room where he puts up all his drawings.

the guys love it and always just stares at all of them in awe.

they’re all so amazing

is usually the first to notice when someone is sick

takes care of them immediately

loves sweaters

knows how to speak in latin

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

neville goes to hagrid way more often than anyone thought.

he learned how to take care of the creatures, make some awesome tea,

he also sometimes helps hagrid clean his own house.

helps others in herbology

likes green tea

loves overalls

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

padma holds a record of the fastest writer at hogwarts

yeah, she’s amazing at it

ended up publishing her own fantasy book starting at hogwarts

sold out faster than expected

she is also a singer

amazing singer

movie marathons are her thing

prefers crime shows/movies

soft spot for gryffindors

parvati is very very very protective over her sister

does archery and is amazing at it

a very chill person until you mess with her loved ones

loves sixteen candles

adores puppies

watches big bang theory

soft spot for slytherins

cedric plays the piano.

the ravenclaw common room is where the only piano is at hogwarts so he goes there quite often.

everyone loves hearing him play.

other students gather around with their instruments and sing along as well.

wears glasses for reading

netflix type of guy

probably a theatre kid

has a soft spot for gryffindors

angelina also took piano lessons from cedric.

she just asked him one day where he learned it and he said his father taught him and he could tell that she wanted to learn.

so, he offered to teach her.

she was a natural at it and the lessons are always fun, even for the ravenclaws

angelina is also a tutor at hogwarts.

it all started with george and fred and she realized that she actually quite enjoyed it.

all her students love her

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

alicia is always the group leader in every group work she’s ever done.

she’s also usually the main organizer for any event at hogwarts.

she’s usually there with the help of angelina and katie.

they all work very well together

has a soft spot for slytherins

katie has a passion for cooking.

she’s friends with a lot of hufflepuffs and she meets a lot of them by the kitchens.

in there, they watch her cook amazing dishes and baked goods.

she was able to teach a few others how to as well.

the house elves love her.

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

cho has an interest in fashion designing.

mcgonagall found her making a dress once in an empty hallway with some cool music playing.

minnie was amazed.

she was also able to start a fashion club at hogwarts.

luna, katie, dean and a few other were apart of this club as well.

likes pudding as much as luna does

has a soft spot for gryffindors

draco plays the violin.

pretty unexpected to his friends because he never really told anyone til goyle walked in on him playing in his dorm room.

he is actually very good at it.

combs his hair too often

the type to take too long at the water fountain

finishes his water bottle after like less than two hours of getting it

acts ‘ominous’ to the point where it’s funny

soft spot? for ravenclaws

adrian teaches young students how to play quidditch

his favorite color’s green for nature

actually loves reading and writing poetry

“most respectful”

has a soft spot for gryffindors

blaise seems very intimidating but is actually very sweet

shouts at quidditch games (much to everyones surprise)

loves the rain

likes dark academia movies

it’s basically his whole aesthetic

holds a record for most botts beans that fit in the mouth (without puking)

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

pansy has a whole drawer of jewelry as she should honestly

actually soft for cats but it’s not like she’ll ever tell anyone

loves playing with other’s hair

massages her friend’s backs

they do the same for her

a goddess at card games

is actually a gymnast

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

bonuses: george and fred’s favorite movie to watch together is bill and ted’s excellent adventure

all the gryffindors have a movie night at least once a week and others from different houses join along as well

hermione, ginny, luna, parvati, padma, angelina, alicia, katie, and cho have girl nights

the same with the guys though it was quite awkward at first due to draco being there but they eventually warmed up to each other (after like 4 months)

no one really knows how draco and the slytherins even got there but yk

they never tell anyone that they’re comfortable with each other now though

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and others who i think would enjoy this: @lunalovecroft @whizboyhalo @darthwheezely @sirlorelai @puntuations @cherryweasleys @amourtentiaa @whatthefuckimbisexual @gredmforge (you don’t have to read if you don’t like!)

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