whitebircl:

UGH!

She was not going to give up so easily but what can she do? She’s not going to cause a scene, not yet… Really at this point it wasn’t even about the donut anymore, she can get her roommates to get her donuts another day! It’s just.. how can this dumb Russian be so cold?

Russians are not human, at all!

“Oh fuck you too then. Enjoy your damn donut, comrade.” Last word said in a very horrible Russian accent. Oh she’s going to wait for him to pay for it. Then she’ll pull some shit. 

Americans didn’t seem to be either, at least, in Ivan’s opinion. After all, it was almost miraculous how obnoxious one person could be. Ivan turned on tail, speaking only briefly as he strolled off towards the cashier.

“Have a wonderful day, Miss! I will make sure to enjoy it.”

Ever heard of soulmates? That's what it felt when met with brief eye contact. The flush of her skin, her eyes widening... Time froze when she stared straight at him, an odd sensation drowning her. Actually, not odd, a very familiar sensation. It was goddamn rage. "Hey ya tall fuckin' freak, that's the last fuckin' donut! Fuck off!"

Unfortunately, it would have been a lie to say the sentiment was reciprocated. Ivan paused mid-donut pick-up and squinted at the girl beside him. The feelings he was currently experiencing consisted of confusion, irritation and mild intrigue as to how in the world someone so small (relative to him, at least) could take up so much space, but soulmates might have been pushing it– unless, of course, you counted a strong and sudden premonition of impending doom.

“Excuse me?”

eyeofgold:

“Why the hell would I want candy from you, a guy I don’t know? That’s like, textbook creepy right there. The fact that you even brought it up is suspicious. And creepy.” At this point Örjan was in a Mood™ and was just going to take it out on this poor guy.

“It’s Halloween. This is what children do on Halloween, yes? Take candy from strangers? And you’ve been staring at me for some time now,” Ivan was not about to get flustered over a child’s accusations, but he wasn’t about to be rude to him either. 

"I would avoid doing that if I were you."

“What? I wasn’t gonna do anything.” Oh yes he was. But whatever it was, it wasn’t that he was going to kick this guy in the shins for no apparent reason other than he felt like it, nope

yacjing:

Like… Like, ugh!! This weird American was like stalking me I guess except he didn’t realize it? THEN the rest of us got stuck inside a book while you’ve been gone and I was forced to…. do horrible stuff to people and just!!!

It’s been so stressful!!! [ cries on him ]

Stalking you?? [ gently rubs her back and frowns more bc wtf @ everything. esp the part about the american. you can never trust americans,,, ] How were you stuck in a book? Was this another ability?

[ sighs softly ] Were you hurt?

IVAAAAAAAN !!! [ immediately runs and jumps @ him. here is his actual good friend. thanks guys shows over ]

[ the world can end. everything is good and right and happy. look at how pure ] [ just catches her and spins her around before setting her back down and actually Smiling™ ] Mei, you surprised me!

“I don’t have candy. You will get nothing out of staying here,” Ivan insisted, recognizing the look in the boy’s eyes. It was always a sign of worse to come, and while he doubted this child could do terrible damage to him, it would still be inconvenient.

"I would avoid doing that if I were you."

“What? I wasn’t gonna do anything.” Oh yes he was. But whatever it was, it wasn’t that he was going to kick this guy in the shins for no apparent reason other than he felt like it, nope

whitebircl:

“Don’t see ya damn name on it.”

It’s called this ain’t communism Mr. Russian. Emily was not going to back down because being spoiled her whole life meant she was stubborn as a mule. Or stubborn as a white 18 year old who has never worked her whole until the moment she got her bodyguard job.

Funs.

“How about you be a darling and give sweet lil’ ol’ me the donut! Aren’t ya a gentleman?”

“I am not seeing your name on it either.”

He raised his eyebrows, donut still held over his bag. A small, tired part of him almost gave her the donut, but in the end, his pride would always win. This was no longer a simple matter of to keep or not to keep, but of whose will was stronger than the other’s.

“And no, I’m actually Hellspawn.” He maintained eye contact for half a second longer before dropping the donut in the paper bag, “Who will enjoy this donut in peace.”

Ever heard of soulmates? That's what it felt when met with brief eye contact. The flush of her skin, her eyes widening... Time froze when she stared straight at him, an odd sensation drowning her. Actually, not odd, a very familiar sensation. It was goddamn rage. "Hey ya tall fuckin' freak, that's the last fuckin' donut! Fuck off!"

Unfortunately, it would have been a lie to say the sentiment was reciprocated. Ivan paused mid-donut pick-up and squinted at the girl beside him. The feelings he was currently experiencing consisted of confusion, irritation and mild intrigue as to how in the world someone so small (relative to him, at least) could take up so much space, but soulmates might have been pushing it– unless, of course, you counted a strong and sudden premonition of impending doom.

“Excuse me?”

gonchiye:

“An understandable reason.” Viktor paused a moment before letting out a light laugh himself. Almost like it was amusing.

 “For myself it’s not to run from anything. The job I suppose was the biggest draw into the area here. Pays well, and I do enjoy it.”

Ivan took another few seconds to respond, the realization of the only options a powered individual had in this city dawning upon him. It was more than likely they were playing for opposites sides of the field.

“Really? What have you gotten involved in in a place like this?”

He literally just stops in front of him. You could call it mild shock.

“Well, look at who it is. Been a while since I’ve seen your face around.” 

Viktor flashed a sly grin of his. It had been a while since he had seen that face, but it was still familiar. A friend of sorts, if you could call it that at this point.. A nice little surprise to have while out at least. 

“And just where have you been lately?”

[ smiling back at her until?? she says the word horrible??? who let smth horrible happen to this angel?? ] [ frowns almost immediately in concern ] What do you mean? What horrible stuff? Who was it this time?

IVAAAAAAAN !!! [ immediately runs and jumps @ him. here is his actual good friend. thanks guys shows over ]

[ the world can end. everything is good and right and happy. look at how pure ] [ just catches her and spins her around before setting her back down and actually Smiling™ ] Mei, you surprised me!

lasvizzera:

Basch squinted in thought.  “I started out at a detective agency on the east side.  I want to go back there, but I don’t know where I am on the map.”

It was hard for Basch to admit that he didn’t know what he was doing, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting back to the Agency without it.  He definitely wasn’t going to ask anyone else for directions.

“Strange. I had been hoping to stay out for longer than a few hours, but if you’re headed back, I might as well head back with you. I cannot say I expected new recruits.”

He stood, taking greater care in examining the man before him now that he knew where he was from, “When exactly did the Agency pick you up?”

“It’s mine.” 

They were adults, yes. They were employed, capable adults, yes, but some things were worth fighting for. Like donuts. Besides, Ivan had never appreciated entitled American brats telling him what he should or should not do. The donut was his, and that would be that.

“Go to the next store.”

Ever heard of soulmates? That's what it felt when met with brief eye contact. The flush of her skin, her eyes widening... Time froze when she stared straight at him, an odd sensation drowning her. Actually, not odd, a very familiar sensation. It was goddamn rage. "Hey ya tall fuckin' freak, that's the last fuckin' donut! Fuck off!"

Unfortunately, it would have been a lie to say the sentiment was reciprocated. Ivan paused mid-donut pick-up and squinted at the girl beside him. The feelings he was currently experiencing consisted of confusion, irritation and mild intrigue as to how in the world someone so small (relative to him, at least) could take up so much space, but soulmates might have been pushing it– unless, of course, you counted a strong and sudden premonition of impending doom.

“Excuse me?”

gonchiye:

“I can say the same to you. I didn’t think you would get yourself all the way to here.” Viktor glanced over Ivan as he spoke. It has been a while since he had seen the other, and boy did the times sure change how Ivan looked.

“hat would even bring you over here? When I last saw you you seemed to be doing fine back in Europe.”

“Memories.” Ivan said, giving a noncommittal little shrug, “I figured it was for the best to get as far as possible from the rest of what was left though I suppose calling it ‘a new start’ might be naive.”

“And you? What brought you to Port City?”

He literally just stops in front of him. You could call it mild shock.

“Well, look at who it is. Been a while since I’ve seen your face around.” 

Viktor flashed a sly grin of his. It had been a while since he had seen that face, but it was still familiar. A friend of sorts, if you could call it that at this point.. A nice little surprise to have while out at least. 

“And just where have you been lately?”

lasvizzera:

“…I’m new to this area,” Basch relented.  And he had thought Zurich was a maze of streets.  The Port City was on another level entirely.  He had been pushed out the door with a map and told to get familiar with the area, so he wasn’t technically lost.  He just had no idea where he was or where he was supposed to be going.

At least the man didn’t seem to be local either.  Although Basch couldn’t place it yet, he seemed to have a foreign accent.

“Your face was a clear indicator of that. Is there any place in particular you’re looking to visit?” Ivan said, finally straightening up from his hunched position. He didn’t really have anything to do at the present, and while he might’ve been from somewhere else originally, he did know his way around the city fairly well. He could afford to assist this man to get where he was going.

It probably wasn’t a good thing that Ivan was oblivious to their connection through the agency, but he hadn’t exactly been in town as of late.

IVAAAAAAAN !!! [ immediately runs and jumps @ him. here is his actual good friend. thanks guys shows over ]

[ the world can end. everything is good and right and happy. look at how pure ] [ just catches her and spins her around before setting her back down and actually Smiling(tm) ] Mei, you surprised me!

Ever heard of soulmates? That's what it felt when met with brief eye contact. The flush of her skin, her eyes widening... Time froze when she stared straight at him, an odd sensation drowning her. Actually, not odd, a very familiar sensation. It was goddamn rage. "Hey ya tall fuckin' freak, that's the last fuckin' donut! Fuck off!"

Unfortunately, it would have been a lie to say the sentiment was reciprocated. Ivan paused mid-donut pick-up and squinted at the girl beside him. The feelings he was currently experiencing consisted of confusion, irritation and mild intrigue as to how in the world someone so small (relative to him, at least) could take up so much space, but soulmates might have been pushing it-- unless, of course, you counted a strong and sudden premonition of impending doom.

“Excuse me?”

lasvizzera:

Basch stared at the tall man like he’d grown another head.  He was in fact lost, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from thinking that the man had no reason to talk to him.

“Have we met?”

“Most likely not.”

Ivan rarely addressed random strangers, but Basch had been staring blankly in his direction. He shifted in his seat on the bench to Basch’s side, curious to hear his response despite the impression his expression might have offered.

Ivan blinked once, still processing the other’s identity when Viktor spoke. It’d been ages since he’d last seen him, and while Viktor didn’t seem to have changed too drastically, Ivan had probably gained a bit of height and bulk.

“I’ve been... numerous places. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He literally just stops in front of him. You could call it mild shock.

“Well, look at who it is. Been a while since I’ve seen your face around.” 

Viktor flashed a sly grin of his. It had been a while since he had seen that face, but it was still familiar. A friend of sorts, if you could call it that at this point.. A nice little surprise to have while out at least. 

“And just where have you been lately?”

Ivan raised his eyebrows and watched said snowball crash into the ground, hands still clasped behind his back. Once it’d landed, he turned back to Kaspar, appearing almost amused.

“That may have been a bit of an overreaction.”

"You may want to duck."

“Duck?-” Kas throws himself to the ground as a snowball flies over his head. Cursing loudly, he scrambles behind a trash can for cover. 

“WHAT THE HELL????”

the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015) sentence starters

tw disordered eating, alcohol, gendered slurs, violence

❝ you look important… or at least your suit does. ❞ ❝ statements like that can get you into a lot of trouble around here. ❞ ❝ make yourself comfortable, why don’t you.  ❞ ❝ you’re wasting your time. i haven’t seen him for 18 years. ❞ ❝ if i had 15 minutes, we’d drink tea, eat biscuits; i’d talk, you’d laugh, and we’d be on our way. ❞ ❝ are they still following us? ❞ ❝ when you hear something that sounds like a gunshot, drive. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ excuse me dear, i just need to use your back door. ❞ ❝ hug me. ❞ ❝ what’s that? it smells like feet. ❞ ❝ how long was your prison sentence? ❞ ❝ don’t ever make the calamitous error of mistaking my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness. ❞ ❝ look at ‘em. merrily oblivious as we labor tirelessly to save them from extinction and not even a ‘thank-you.’ ❞ ❝ don’t kill your partner on your first day. ❞ ❝ i’m sure you understand humiliation better than most. ❞ ❝ my woman would never wear anything like that. ❞ ❝ smoothly done. ❞ ❝ you can’t put a paco rabanne belt on a patou. ❞ ❝ and remember… take it like a pussy. ❞ ❝ not very good at this whole ‘subtlety’ thing, are you? ❞ ❝ either you start to look like you know what you’re doing, or i’m out of here. ❞ ❝ would you like a bigger glass? ❞ ❝ no fun dancing by yourself; i need a partner. ❞ ❝ don’t you make me put you over my knee. ❞ ❝ so you don’t want to dance… but you do want to wrestle. ❞ ❝ i like my women strong. ❞ ❝ now we are engaged. again. ❞ ❝ i am neither a goat, nor your sister, so… get your hands off me. ❞ ❝ i’m okay, i think. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on a diet, my dear. just caviar and champagne for three weeks. ❞ ❝ you see, each one of us has a destiny… and i believe i can help you with yours. ❞ ❝ you can see the future? ❞ ❝ i can see us having lunch tomorrow. alone. ❞ ❝ darling, time to go. ❞ ❝ they had it coming. ❞ ❝ you need to control your temper. ❞ ❝ i think he’s an athletic, good-looking gazillionaire, who’s offered me a job and made advances towards me. ❞ ❝ i quite like him. ❞ ❝ i don’t know what you’re upset about, you’re not even my fiance! ❞ ❝ the thing is… i work better alone. ❞ ❝ i’m not leaving. ❞ ❝ and what, exactly, did you do to him? ❞ ❝ just shut up and watch me work. ❞ ❝ you’re trembling. ❞ ❝ it’s going to be okay. ❞ ❝ i’ll be close by. ❞ ❝ help yourself to a drink. ❞ ❝ so sorry to keep you waiting. ❞ ❝ i thought i was doing so well. ❞ ❝ the fault doesn’t lie in your performance. ❞ ❝ she seemed so innocent. ❞ ❝ i’m so sorry i can’t stay to finish you off myself. ❞ ❝ man has only two masters in this world, and their names are pain and fear. ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d say this, but i’m actually quite pleased to see you. ❞ ❝ it’s okay. i would have done exactly the same thing in your position. ❞