#Blair was serving us a fucking LOOK on this night
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MARBLE HORNETS FANFIC - KEEP YOU WORKING, TRY TO SURVIVE.
Part 1
(Not focusing entirely on Tim and others)
English is not my first language so please bear this in mind.
- Surely it's a good idea for us to be here? My parents said that no one ventures into this forest at night," the blonde sitting closest to the small bonfire that had been lit by her friends, who also came up with the idea of coming there, said anxiously.
The boy with black curly hair looked at her from above his bottle of high-alcohol drink and raised his eyebrows in a gesture of disbelief.
- Do you really believe that anything is dangerous here? The only thing I have encountered here in my entire life is squirrels taking your food when you are careless. - He replied with a short laugh, to which the girl only scowled more in her seat.
- I'm not saying that something will attack us here, it's just that such places are dangerous after dark because of the people themselves. We can always meet some drunkard or psychopath," she tried to further defend her opinion, but this time their entire group of eight looked at her and laughed. Her friend Daphne clung to her side, poisoning all the fresh air around with the stench of alcohol and cigarettes, Blair covered her nose with her hair, wanting to politely tell the girl that the smell bothered her, but she didn't give a damn and started her drunken argument.
- You know, Blair? You don't have to be afraid of anything, as we are beside you! We will defend you if something happens! Avery didn't mean to be mean, he's just stupid! - She said, resting her head on the blonde's shoulder, so that sometimes she would not fall on the dirty ground.
The girl didn't even pay attention to what that one was saying anymore, she knew that she was barely clinging to her consciousness and should already go home, and somehow it didn't look like their group wanted to go back, so everything falls on her again. As always.
- Avery, Travis can you help me take Daphne to the car? I'll drive her home," she said, holding the barely conscious woman so she wouldn't fall when getting up from the pieces of wood serving as seats.
- Sorry, we're busy, we're about to start our game! - replied Travis, waving some silly cards in front of her face.
- You can handle it Blair, we still have to have fun, after all, it's the last day of summer! - Shouted Meredith, immediately, snatching the cards from Travis' hand.
Of course. Drinking was more important than helping, what did she even expect?
- Fuck you all," she whispered, and began to drag the girl alone to the car, which was a few minutes away from where they currently were.
As soon as they started walking away from the bonfire, as well as the people, Blair started cursing everything and everyone. She felt angry at herself for agreeing to this in the first place, as well as Rome for bringing alcohol, Ezra for choosing such a stupid place, Meredith for agreeing to anything those idiots wanted and Doutzel for making her lie in front of her parents about their outing.
The whole group had changed for the worse over the vacations, and Blair seriously had to reconsider whether it was worth it to hang out with them. Now everything was based on alcohol, it wasn't the same as it used to be.
- I think I'm going to throw up," Daphne said suddenly, holding her friend tighter and stopping them in the middle of nowhere.
The taller girl wanted to stay calm and not yell at the shorter one, but really standing in the dark forest, where you don't even know if they were taking the right path, was not a good idea.
- Can't you wait until we get to the car! - She imploringly asked, not knowing whether to pull the girl closer and start walking faster or just let her throw up here.
She chose the second option, because, however, the visualization of cleaning the new car was not so encouraging.
Daphne finished, crouching by the bushes with her friend behind her rubbing her back. All around them was darkness and silence despite the fact that they could still hear their friends talking or laughing loudly.
This would not have worried the girl, if not for the fact that her friend raised her head and asked in a weak voice
- Why is Avery standing there in the bushes looking at us? This asshole could help us, at least-.
And as hard as she tried not to look in that direction, when she did, she didn't see anyone but a piece of paper attached to a tree next to the aforementioned bushes.
- There's no one there Daphne, let's go now. - She muttered, feeling fear flowing through her. A squirrel would rather not, she thought.
Just as a squirrel rather not have caused Ezra's scream, which spread throughout the forest, and which only made her hug the girl tighter to herself and start running, terrified, to the forest exit.
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Me? A father? No, I'm going to be a cool uncle.
It's a crack and fluff spin-off. For once in my life, I decided to not overwork myself and just post this. It's silly, it's not fancy but I like it. It's a Levi x reader
WARNINGS: swearing a lot and sexual references.
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"Hange is at Industrial city doing some research, Nanaba is helping at the training camps and Y/ N is working at Sheena's wall talking things out with the high command" Erwin spoke up and the words almost echoed in the Commander's quite office "You know what that means" He turned around smirking to the other tall blond of the room.
"Men's night" Mike replied
"Ugh" Levi loudly exposed his annoyance.
Mike was fast to take the paperwork away from the coffee table, and Erwin brought three glasses for the whiskey.
"Come on, Levi. The girls always hang out together. Why shouldn't we do the same?" The highest on command pointed out while taking a seat and serving himself a bit of the yellowish drink. Levi grabbed a glass too, still complaining but well aware that there was nothing left to do.
“Because anything that we don't do tonight will me more work for tomorrow. And Y/N comes back tomorrow"
"If someone had told me that from the two guys of the group who are on closed up relationships, the famous thug from the underground was going to be the most henpecked one. I wouldn't have believed" Mike chuckled at the other blondie point out.
"You're just jealous that your nights are cold and lonely," the captain said as a comeback to the only one of the three that was still single.
"Do I have to remember you WHY my nights are cold and lonely?"
"Do I have to remember YOU why your nights are cold and lonely?" Levi replied as a comeback before chugging down the glass and serving himself other.
"Ok princesses, both of you are pretty. Let's stop fighting. " Mike tried to drop the conversation there.
The blondes were the most talkative ones, probably about rumors that they heard from friends of other divisions.
"Actually, I have a shitty thing to share," Levi spoke up while his eyes were fixed on the movement of the liquid inside the glass, as if that was the most interesting thing ever.
The two taller men payed attention in the instant as the raven said that, aware that it was weird for the Captain to bring information to the table.
"I'm going to be an uncle," Erwin said quickly, as if it was news that he had been expecting for a while.
"What the fuck, no" Levi replied frowning at the both of them that were sat down on the other side of the coffee table "Plus, who the fuck told you that if I had a brat, you would be the uncle"
Erwin shrugged. "What other uncle is the poor kid going to have?"
"Oi, what about me?" Mike pointed out, faking taking offence at the comment.
"Yeah, but I'm gonna be the cool uncle"
"No, with that grandpa hairstyle. " Now it was Erwin's time to fake offence at the attack on his appearance. Levi clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. "Y/N is not knocked up so no-one is going to be a shitty uncle". The captain was almost used to the pregnancy jokes, mainly because he and his partner were the only ones that could have kids. So it was a recurrent topic to get on his last nerve.
"As I was fucking saying. Do you know that brat, Blair? The brunette one?" Levi began the gossip.
"The one with the long straight hair, cut out on blunt ends?" Erwin questioned back.
Mike, who was drinking, gulped the alcohol and looked at his old-time friend in complete disbelief. "Why do you remember that?"
"I like long healthy hair on women. Geez, I can't even have preferences anymore"
"Whatever. Yeah, that's the brat I'm talking about"
Levi tried to make the other two focus back on the topic "Can you believe that the fucking brat that must not be over 16 tried to kiss me last night?" "Holy shit, this got juicy in a blink."
Both blonds left the glasses on the table and tilted forward as if they could miss any detail. "How did that happen? I remember you asking me to supervise her on training" the higher on command asked.
"Yeah, she wasn't that shitty and I could use another member on the team. That was fucking all. She delivered some papers to my office and before I knew it, I was pushing away the stupid brat that was going down to kiss me”
The commander had his mouth slightly open as if he couldn't believe it and the other man was chuckling in disbelief.
"Smart little girl. She made a move when the queen bee wasn't on the hive," Erwin commented as he stood out from the initial shock. It was an explicit reference to the captain's girlfriend's absence because of work.
"Did she do anything else?" The tallest of the three wondered as Levi readjusted his place on the couch.
"Yeah, she was rambling about how much she admired me, or some bullshit like that. Can you two tell me: where do shitty kids these days get the fucking audacity to, after I told her I'm already in a relationship with Y/N, said 'she doesn't have to know' “ Levi commented the last part imitating some ridiculed female sexy voice. The other two laughed loudly, probably because they never imagined the Captain saying that or neither using that voice. "Tch, I fucking hate it. The moment she noticed I was not following, she began the whole shitty weeping theatre. That she didn't mean it, etc etc" Levi didn't even try to hide his annoyance. "I don't give a fuck, but Y/N won't be that benevolent"
"I mean, she doesn't have to know," Erwin followed the joke while smirking against the glass that he was taking sips from.
Levi, whose stoic face was fixed on his superior, "How well did that turn out for you, eyebrows?" Referring to something that happened on the past.
Mike chuckled between breaths. “Look at that, Levi. You can still be a heartbreaker. Even with all the inches that you're missing" Levi had a good couple of came back replied to that but he let the comment slip "What make that brat thought I would cheat on Y/N? I'm too old for that shit. I'm closer to be changing diapers than to be getting into an affair."
Mike was about to make a comment when Erwin's hand give him a slight push with a sassy side smirk on his face "You see Mike, Levi may be younger than us but he's not up to an affair any longer. He got all the cheating he needed with my ex, he grew tired of it"
Both blonds chuckled as the dark-haired man rolled his eyes. "Fuck you off"
"No no, it's alright Levi. If you need a friend to hide a cheating from you, Mike has experience on that” Erwin did another punchline that this time made the Captain crack a smirk while the glass half empty rested close to his lips.
“Someone is still sensitive,” the alluded murmured, but with intentions of being heard. “Erwin, you know I adore you, but my girl is my girl. She plays with my hair while I take naps and suck my dick, as if my soul is going to leave my body. Sorry, not sorry. Keeping Nanaba's secret was more important”
“I take it back, the more henpecked one is you”
“Erwin, you’re in no position to fucking complaint. At least you know you got cheated. Nile still believes his middle child is his.” as usual, Levi had the best punchlines. Mike burst into laughs as Erwin looked at the Captain in disbelief.
“How many times do I have to say that I didn't sleep with Marie?” The commander tried to defend himself as if he was on a military trial.
“Yeah, I hope that kid’s hair turns darker because as far as I know, two brunettes don’t make a blondie”
“The best thing that happened in my life was all of you being incapable of keeping your dicks inside your pants. 4 years and I am still having fun” Mike commented, still laughing from time to time.
There was a quick moment of silence until “Wait, did you say you're closer to change diapers? Then Hange's theory is correct! The one who doesn't want a baby is Y/N, you’re ready to be daddy!”
“Aww Levi, is that why you're so eager to spend time tomorrow with y/n? Because you're trying to convince her to give you a baby?”
“I’m going to be such a cool uncle”
“You two can suck my dick,” Levi replied, doing pressure on his nose bridge, feeling a headache coming.
“Nah, you’re going to need your balls full for tomorrow”
Levi was sure of one thing, he would never stay for another men’s night.
#levi ackerman#aot#levi#snk#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#captain levi#snk levi#levi aot#attack on titans#captain levi ackerman x reader#captain levi x reader#captain levi fanfiction#captian levi x reader#captain levi/reader#shingeki no kyojin levi#levi x reader#levi x y/n#levi heichou#shingeki no kyoujin levi#holy ground
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if you know me, no you don’t - dan/nate 2k
Summary: dan/nate alternate to episode 4x02 from Nate's perspective for @bisexualdanhumphrey
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Notes: we're pretending here that dan hasn't told lily/rufus yet thanks
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Nate Archibald, for better or worse, knew Chuck Bass better than few people on the Upper East Side ever would or could. (Or, especially after the spring, wanted to). This is why he isn’t surprised when the not so little black book contains the contact info of more than females. What does surprise Nate is that he’s almost tempted to use them. He doesn’t. Gossip Girl is always watching, after all. But it tempts him, and the fact he’s tempted at all makes him have more than two girls over one night ala a foursome that tires him out for more than a day.
But being tired doesn’t fix things any more than trying to dry his hair without an expensive blow dryer. So, one night after he finishes his routine call with Dan in a bar outside of the city and on the outskirts of Chuck’s usual haunts where he’s sure he can get away with it, he hooks up with a handsome brunette.
Nate pretends he isn’t nervous as they kiss, and indeed kissing does help the usual process begin anyway, but Victor-- at least filed under said name in the book-- gives him a smile as he pulls away. “We don’t have to do anything, you know.”
Maybe it’s the permission to just be that makes him finally give in, but within less than a full minute of saying a finally confident “I want to.” they’re in bed and the broken ice lends itself into something much, much hotter.
Nate had expected things to be both more simple and fast than they were. While he was good enough at foreplay with women, he’d been told it was required by Victor in instances like this. Not that he’s complaining, but it does happen to relate to the fact that he feels more comfortable staying in the bed for a moment in the afterglow of the climax
“I’m not gay, you know.” Nate says slowly, staring at the ceiling. “Not that there’s anything wrong with-- I just mean I really enjoy sex with women and--,”
“Do you think your friend is gay?” Victor asks, an odd expression on his face.
“Chuck?” Nate laughs. “God, no. He’s just-- I mean he’s just Chuck. Pleasure-seeking doesn’t exactly have limits with him.”
Looking for an answer he can’t seem to find, Victor shrugs. “Maybe you’re just seeking pleasure too.”
Confusion is key to Serena Vanderwoodsen breakups, so who was he to say Victor is wrong? Hadn’t he already upped his body count by well more than a dozen in said name of pleasure seeking? According to Serena’s brother Eric, gaydar was a thing and both he and Victor would know well more than Nate about this.
Lamely, he tries to agree. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Just trying things out.”
Victor gives him a discerning look that makes Nate jump out of bed in a way he pretended was nonchalant. Nate gives the same easy laugh and pretty smile he gave to all the people who try to claim he’s deeper than a pretty face and left the building feeling more brooding than he had before entering. A little bitterly, he had notes he hadn’t even made it through the alphabet in Chuck’s book and was already a different person like Chuck had unknowingly promised.
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Juliet Sharp comes as a happy surprise to Nate, an interruption to the increasing craziness he had gotten himself into by worrying too much about his own sexuality. Hard to get like Blair, a coy smile like Serena, and an interesting twist of not being a part of the Gossip Girl elite like usual. When in doubt, let a bossy woman figure it out.
The problem, it turns out, is that she wants to take Dan out from the running for Serena’s heart and while Nate had to admit it would serve Dan a little right after the kiss he doesn’t want to do it. Not really. Still, he lets himself listen to her as easy as if he was listening to Blair back at St. Jude’s. Things are simpler that way, aren’t they? If loving someone as free and accepting as Serena had gotten him cheated on with someone like Dan who knew his own purpose in life so easily, fuck it. Maybe meddling would help.
Seeing Dan is much different than talking on the phone, though. Especially with the singing the Brooklyn guy must take after his mother for. While Dan is no lyricist when it comes to lullabies it seems, he is quite possibly the most adorable thing Nate had seen in awhile and he laughs in a free and familiar way that surprised him after a summer of escaping all family and friends.
Offered Milo, Nate panics. Is he supposed to know what to do with an actual baby? Is he holding him correctly? Sure, he had been around infant cousins before, but those were ones taken care of by nannies just like he was. How was Dan doing this, Georgina? Did that crazy woman even have a maternal bone in her body?
When Juliet takes Milo and Nate gets the chance to be alone with Dan for the first time since they shared a living space, it’s now there. That horribly familiar tug that made Nate nervous every time he felt it. Once upon a time he had felt it when trying desperately not to love Serena the almost entirety of being with Blair, and also now, faced with the one person who had been the ruin of him and Serena in the first place.
After living with Dan he knows things about the “lonely boy” one might miss. That he always wore plaid when he was especially stressed, as if it was a comfort blanket after years in Brooklyn. That if you unplugged his laptop from his charger for any reason he would immediately be angry that it might die and unsave his already thrice saved writing. That he especially hated the Italian place on the corner of his actual favorite spot because they had been racist to Vanessa. That he would normally have dark circles under his eyes after writing too long through the night on black coffee.
Most of all, he notices that all those things are currently at odds, unplugged charger and all, and that Dan was drowning in the midst of Nate thinking that his newly activated sex life was demanding.
“Are you okay?” he asks, knowing the answer. “I mean--,”
“Oh, this?” Dan laughs sarcastically now that Juliet is out of sight. “Absolutely not. But you know, what other choice do I have?”
“Tell your dad and Lily like I said.” Nate repeats, trying to give the good advice no one ever took him seriously for. Then, with a charming smile: “Afford a babysitter, or even a maid, every now and then.”
“Thanks,” is the flat response, but Dan’s lips had fought a smile for a second.
Nate smiles further, pulling the same response out of Dan slowly but surely. “Come on, man. You should know after years of Gossip Girl secrets always add badly. Especially the ones involving Georgina of all people.”
“Yeah, I know.” Dan nods, sounding so tired. “But right now I can live in my bubble where I just take care of Milo and have Georgina barking orders at me and no one else can tell me what a mess I’ve made.”
“Did that sound already as bad to you as it did to me out loud?” Nate asks.
Dan did laugh this time. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean Milo isn’t the mess, don’t get me wrong, it’s just I didn’t exactly envision this as my life. I was at least supposed to finish my second year of college.”
“I know.” Nate said, and he did. Because while Dan had the privilege of connections to so much wealth and ease of life, he’d never take them anymore than Nate would want to. They both had the same pride and respect for work each other did, Nate admits, it was just that Dan followed through while Nate tended to flounder.
“Have you spoken to Serena?”
Looking surprised at the mention of the name, Dan shakes his head. “We haven’t talked all summer, she’s doing her Paris thing and I didn’t want her to hear Milo in the background. Why? Did she talk to you?”
“No,” Nate says. He’d hoped the one thing that had always kept them at odds would still be available to push him further yet again. “No, she didn’t. I just wondered. Gossip Girl said she was coming back to go to Columbia.”
“Oh wow.” Dan considers, looking less hurt than the guy who had kissed said girl should have. “That’s-- I don’t know, that’s weird. Shouldn’t she have said something to either of us?”
Nate shrugs. “I don’t know, it’s Serena.”
With an agreeing nod, Dan answers Juliet’s call for yet another diaper change-- how often did babies really need to be changed?-- and the all too pretty girl came in to see him spy on Dan’s phone and spot the text from Serena.
For Serena and I, he tells himself as he lets Juliet begin a Blair-worthy scheme, but reality has never let him lie to himself for long.
The moment he sees Vanessa cuddle up to Dan like they’re married and Milo is their perfect newborn baby, he can’t help but stop pretending. As observant as Juliet is, she doesn’t know Nate, not really. All she can see is an archetype that she wants to believe in after knowing him for less than even a week. It’s all too easy to let her and pretend that his brooding glare at them is nothing more than anger at Dan for Serena, at least until Juliet’s lie involves Vanessa being shoved at Dan. Telling Juliet to stop, that he isn’t willing that will break hearts isn’t a lie.
… But maybe it was easier to pretend he was having a noble change of heart than to admit how completely jealous he didn't want to be.
So when Juliet says that Vanessa and Dan had been a great couple, Nate forces himself to admit that of all the former couples on the Upper East Side-- or ones by extension-- Dan and Vanessa had always made the most sense. Grounded Brooklyn loner thing aside, she still had more in common with him than Nate could ever hope to, so if Juliet thought Dan could be happier with her then who was he to stop them?
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When Dan texts him I know what you told Vanessa, he leaves Juliet waiting without a thought. On the limo ride over, all he can think is how to explain things, what to say, anything to try and figure out how he absolutely could tell Dan that he was sorry without explaining the true reason he did things. Serena, he reminded himself. Just use Serena.
“Let me explain,” he opens with to Dan the second he enters the apartment and can see Dan’s characteristically judging glare, trying, “You two spent the whole day alone together and seemed like you were connecting--,”
“We weren’t alone, we were with you and Juliet.” Dan argues in a whisper.
“Why are we whispering?”
“Milo is sleeping for once. Why did you lie about me?”
Nate tries not to let his stomach drop as he directly asks. “Was it a lie?”
Surely he didn’t have to go through this again, right? Nate has tried desperately to sleep through Manhattan and still have good karma-- his expenses on every one night stand’s breakfast proved so in his opinion-- but here he is, dreading the one word that Dan says next.
“Is this about Serena?” Dan asks, looking confused. “It is, isn’t it.”
“I wouldn’t have even said anything if you hadn’t lied about getting that text from her!” Nate sidesteps.
Dan blinks at him, brow furrowed. “What text?”
“I-- When was the last time you checked your phone?”
God, everyone is right. I am an idiot. Nate thinks harshly at himself. Of course Dan hadn’t done literally anything normal when he was so wrapped up in Milo, takeout, and the disturbing Georgina.
With a glare, Dan snaps, “Obviously not as recently as you have.”
“I’m sorry, Dan. I saw the text and I--,”
Rolling his eyes and putting his phone back in his pocket, Dan sighs. “You’re sorry. I know.”
“Honestly, I don’t even know how I feel about Serena, I just--,” Nate fumbles, still feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
“You don’t have to say it.”
The forgiveness is so ready and kind that Nate has to admit he’s a little taken aback. He isn’t sure when he and Dan had reached that point, the kind where the tension of competition could ease back into friendship. Once Nate had thought he had that with Chuck before he’d really taken a look at who his friend had become. Even then, though, the tension had never been quite the same. “I think I do. You’ve been there for me through all of last year, and--,”
“And I kissed Serena when you two were dating. I honestly probably deserved something.” Dan offers. “Look, if anyone understands the craziness involved with having feelings for her it’s me.”
“That’s not what it was about.” Nate huffs before catching himself, unable to take back the words now they’re in the air. He’d been so frustrated with the situation, with his life, with who he was both becoming yet wanted to be that he had slipped. “I mean--,”
“What was it then, Georgina?”
“No, of course not!”
“Then what, Nate?”
Dan’s brow is furrowed in the way he doesn’t realize is attractive, and in the midst of the quiet argument they had become closer in the necessity of hearing each other, but still not close enough to bridge the gap Nate is terrified of. Praying that Milo wakes up doesn’t work, and he’s worried that if he walks out now it will seem like even more of a big thing than he wants to pretend it isn’t.
A charming smile won’t work this time. Even as he tries the casual shrug, he can see Dan begin to give a condescending glare to try and pull the truth out. Nate sighs and looks at the ceiling. “Can we just pretend I said nothing and I’ll owe you a favor?”
“Do I look like Blair Waldorf?” Dan scoffs. “Nate, whatever it is just tell me. Nothing’s going to be crazier than finding out Georgina and I made a child together.”
“Wanna bet?” Nate half-laughs.
The confusion dramatically turns to concern at that, and before the brunette could think he had another horrible secret hanging over him, Nate throws it all to hell and kisses him. It isn’t like he expects Dan to kiss back, it’s just the easiest way to explain something that felt impossible to-- well, explain.
Dan does pull back expectedly looking shocked, but he hasn’t completely pulled away from Nate’s orbit who’s a little intoxicated by that detail. “Nate... I’m pretty sure I’m not in Chuck’s book either.”
“Not quite.” Nate manages to get out, having to clear his throat a bit to even do so, nerves about to murder him. “Also, before you try and say it again, this isn’t about Serena.”
“I think I know you better than that.” Dan says softly, nodding. “And I know you well enough to know you’re too good at being a chameleon to your surroundings. I just didn’t know--,”
“This?” Nate offers. “Yeah, me either.”
Nodding, Dan pauses the conversation, eyes lowering with consideration. For a moment Nate thinks he might initiate another kiss but he doesn’t, instead asking quizzically, “Why me?”
“Because you’re the kind of man who would drop everything he wanted in life just to take care of a child you never expected.” Nate replies maybe too easily, gesturing around the messy apartment. “Because even the Upper East Side couldn’t change that when it really came down to it, you were a good person. You care about people and you prove it.”
“Nothing about my charming good looks?” Dan replies with a rather large smile and a casual shrug that Nate hadn’t quite realized he’d learned from him over the years.
Now Nate can’t help but laugh in return, only half hating the fact that he still hasn’t heard anything in response as long as they have this. “Come on, seriously--,”
“I guess we can try serious.” Dan says smoothly, and then they’re kissing again.
For once Nate isn’t afraid he’ll be considered just another pretty face to boss around.
#dan x nate#nate x dan#nate archibald#dan humphrey#danate#gossip girl#dan x nate fic#gossip girl fic#does it count as gg fic in 2021 if it's gay?#asking pls send help#all because of milo hours#i had to watch episodes for this lol#so yall better appreciate me and go comment on my fic
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incoming long list of incorrect quotes because im getting annoying on discord so you people have to deal with me now
Kei: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right
Han: Looking right because you left
Rose: Looking up cause you let me down
Oliver: Looking down cause you fucked up
Blair: What is wrong with you guys
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Kei: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one!
Han: Tubular AF!
Rose: Mood to the max!
Oliver, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it.
Blair, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.
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Kei: What’s something you guys are better than Han at?
Rose: Mario Kart.
Oliver: Yeah, video games.
Blair: Emotional vulnerability.
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Kei: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?
Han: Have everyone stand.
Rose: Bring three more chairs!
Oliver: The most important ones can sit down.
Blair: Kill three.
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Kei: Favorite horror movie?
Han: It
Rose: Saw
Oliver: Annabelle
Blair: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics
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Kei: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.
Han: This knife is actually a magic wand.
Rose: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.
Oliver: *cocks gun* Magic missile.
Blair: What the fuck is wrong with you people.
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Kei: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life
Han: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!
Rose: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!
Oliver: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
Blair: My moral code, is that you?
Kei:
Kei: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?
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Kei: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?
Han: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies
Blair: Socks are Feetie Heaties
Oliver: Forks are Stabby Grabbies
Han: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties
Blair: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies
Oliver: Stamps are Lickie Stickies
Rose, annoyed: You are disappointments
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Kei: Where's Han, Rose, and Oliver?
Blair: They're playing hide and seek.
Kei: Where?
Blair: I don't think you get how this game works.
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Kei: You kidnapped Han? That’s illegal!
Rose: But Kei, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Han, or destroying our dreams?
Kei: Kidnapping Han, Rose!!!
Oliver: Kei, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!
Kei: What, to kidnap people?!?!
Oliver: To work together!
Kei: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?!
Blair: Kei, we all agreed a Han is a not a people.
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Kei: Anyone d-
Han: Depressed?
Rose: Drained?
Oliver: Dumb?
Blair: Disliked?
Kei: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...
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Kei: Nothing in life is free.
Han: Love is free!
Rose: Adventure is free.
Oliver: Knowledge is free.
Blair: Everything is free if you take it without paying.
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Kei: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.
Han: ... Your what?
Kei: My friends.
Rose: Are they saying “friends”?
Oliver: I think they're being sarcastic.
Blair: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Kei! All of your friends are in this room.
Kei: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.
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Kei: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?
Han: Rude.
Rose: That’s fair.
Oliver: Not again.
Blair: Are you going to want this back?
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Kei: Are we really going to let Han keep Rose?
Oliver: We kept Blair.
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Kei: What does 'take out' mean?
Han: Food.
Rose: Dating
Oliver: Murder
Blair: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.
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Kei: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.
Han: What if it bites me and it dies!?
Rose: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Han, learn to listen.
Oliver: What if it bites itself and I die?
Blair: That’s voodoo.
Himari: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Han: That’s correlation, not causation.
Oliver: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Blair: That’s kinky.
Kei: Oh my God.
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*The squad is over at Kei's house*
Han: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?
Kei: ... N-No...
Kei, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???
Han, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!
Rose: I see a-
Kei, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.
Han: Oh, well I-
Kei: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*
Kei, amazed: Its got a bake setting!
Oliver: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!
Blair: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?
Kei: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!
Kei: I am someone who owns four ovens...
Kei, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...
Kei: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...
Himari, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!
Kei:
Han: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!
Kei:
Kei, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS
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Kei: Rules are made to be broken.
Han: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.
Rose: Uh, piñatas.
Oliver: Glow sticks.
Blair: Karate boards.
Himari: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.
Kei: Rules.
Han:
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Kei: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Han: >:O language
Rose: Yeah watch your fucking language
Oliver: OKAY WHO TAUGHT ROSE THE FUCK WORD?
Blair: 'The fuck word'.
Himari: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Rose: Oh my god they censored it
Blair: Say fuck, Himari.
Rose: Do it, Himari. Say fuck.
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'Can I copy the homework?'
Kei: I can help you with it!
Han: Yeah, sure.
Rose: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.
Oliver: lol nope.
Blair: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!
Himari: *Read 5:55pm*
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Kei: Time for plan G.
Han: Don’t you mean plan B?
Kei: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Rose: What about plan D?
Kei: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Oliver: What about plan E?
Kei: I’m hoping not to use it. Blair dies in plan E.
Himari: I like plan E.
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Kei: We need to distract these guys
Han: Leave it to me
Han: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Rose, Oliver, and Blair: *Immediately begin arguing*
Himari, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.
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*The squad right before Kei's wedding*
Han: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.
Rose: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!
Oliver: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well
Blair: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND
Himari, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE
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Kei: Croissants: dropped
Han: Road: works ahead
Rose: BBQ sauce: on my titties
Oliver: Shavacado: fre
Blair: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
Himari:
Himari, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
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Kei: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Han: Okay, but what is updog?
Rose: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Oliver: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Blair: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
Himari: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Kei: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Oliver: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
Rose: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Han: What’s a henway??
Kei: Oh, about five pounds.
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Kei: Just be yourself.
Han: 'Be myself'? Kei, I have one day to win Rose over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?
Oliver: Couple weeks.
Blair: Six months.
Himari: Jury’s still out.
Han: See, Kei?
Han: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?
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Kei: I CAN'T DO IT!
Han, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
Kei: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Rose: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Kei:
Kei: I appreciate it,
Kei: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
Oliver: Kei-
Kei: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Blair: Kei we gotta-
Kei: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Kei: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
Kei, motioning to Himari: NOT FUCKING THIS
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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*
Kei: Thanks fam!
Han: oh no
Rose: *cries* I love you too
Oliver: Sounds fake but okay
Blair: *A flustered mess*
Himari: can i get a refund
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Kei: Hewwo.
Han: Hihiiiiii!
Rose: Greetings, Humans.
Blair: Three kinds of people.
Oliver: I want pudding.
Kei: Four kinds of people.
Himari: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?
Blair: Five kinds of people.
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Kei, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.
Han: Hey.
Rose: Hi.
Oliver: Hello.
Blair: Hey!
Kei: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Himari: We were out of Doritos.
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Kei: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*
Han: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents
Kei: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you
Rose: Actually I did the math, Han would have $225, not $0.15.
Han: Fam I’m right here....
Oliver: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)
Kei: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?
Oliver: Sorry I only have a dollar
Kei: :(
Rose: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Han would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent
Oliver: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice
Rose: You can buy anything you want with $22,500
Blair: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice
Rose: Apply juice to what
Himari: Directly to the forehead
Han: Great chat everyone
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Kei: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?
Han: Nope, absolutely not.
Rose: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.
Oliver: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.
Blair: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.
Himari: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.
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lover series - daylight
Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: this is what happens when i mention carter baizen more than once a day. also daylight just fits him as a person??? if you wanna listen to daylight while reading this, here. this was inspired by an ask i got in this blog, thank you for the idea 💕
My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in
Everyone looked worse in the light
There are so many lines that I've crossed, unforgiven
I'll tell you truth, but never, "Goodbye"
- Get out.
- What? - Carter looked at the blonde sat next to him whose eyes seemed to wander to everyone but to him. - Don’t be like this. You’re just nervous about meeting your dad.
- I don’t need your help anymore or ever again. I should have done this on my own from the start.
- Fine, if that’s what you want. - he opened the door of the limousine, climbing off the comfortable warmth of their vehicle to be greeted with the darkness and coldness of New York during the warmth. Serena, without as much as looking back at the man who had spent a full year helping her find her father, ordered the driver to keep going. Well, he should’ve known better but once again, his judgement tended to be clouded whenever dealing with pretty women.
Once again he was all alone again, nowhere to go, no one to talk to. He could just fell his parents awaiting for him to return to them on his knees begging to be taken back but at this point there was too much damage done and Carter was much to prideful to return to them. In all honesty, Carter was much to prideful to even stay with New York. After the mess that had been his relationship with Serena, no doubt the rest of the Upper East Side was gonna go after him with every single little dark secret he had, and he had plenty of those.
With that in mind Carter decided to do what he always did; start again. That’s what he always did when things went south or when the world became too suffocating. However, after doing humanitarian work and a documentary, he wondered what he could do next. Lost in how to reboot his life for what seemed like the millionth time in his young years, a little fall of rain from the sky started to wet his cashmere black trench coat. He bite his lip out of frustration. Of fucking course, that was just what he needed right now. Before he could let out all his frustrations by kicking a nearby bin, drops of water stopped falling on his coat and instead sounded like they were falling onto plastic.
- Are you alright, sir? - a melodic, magical-like voice broke through his mind and his eyes travelled to a woman standing next to him. She was holding a plastic umbrella over him which kept both of them dry and away from the rain. Unlike him, she was dressed in a lesser quality fabric, using what looked like a blue waitress dress and some off brand white sneakers with her hair pushed into a ponytail, everything merely covered by a worn out black cotton trench coat. - Sir?
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night
And now I see daylight, I only see daylight
Suddenly, he remembered a faithful sentence from one of the movies he had seen during his youth, finally understanding its meaning. They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops. It was true, time did stopped, everything seemed to move in incredibly slow motion, he could see every single blink of the most gorgeous pair of eyes he’d ever met, hear every drop of rain hitting the plastic of the umbrella. However, the later part of the sentence was also true, once time starts again it moves extra fast, and none was that true as a honking bus drove through a puddle of water, waking them both from a dream-like trance.
- I saw you being kicked off a car from my diner. You look like you needed help. - she pushed a few of the fly away hairs of her ponytail held together by a blue scrunchie behind her ear. Unlike the girls of Upper East, they weren’t adorned with pearls or heavy jewelled earrings. - Do you wanna come in for a bit, just while the rain doesn’t calm down?
Carter still found himself still staring at her. God, where had she been hiding his whole life? Did she just decide to pop up now that he had been truly humiliated by Serena. Serena, who was even Serena? He didn’t think he’d ever want to think about Serena, Blair, Beth. Who were any of them compared to that woman holding an off brand umbrella over his head as if he wasn’t one of the most hated people in the Upper East. In normal circumstances, he wouldn’t enter any lower ranked places but her smile and comforting aura just made him want to follow her anywhere she went. And so, with a nod, he followed her inside a small diner just in front o the place he had been so unceremoniously dumped. The place was small and empty seemingly with her being probably the last employee before closing time. Nevertheless, there was some charm on the beat up, too used black board by the kitchen window with various pie names written in beautiful chalk calligraphy.
- Do you want to eat anything? My treat. - he wondered why she wasn’t charging, why a woman who clearly was much lower than him status wise and could clearly see he was rich offer him something. Normally people would try to quickly rip him off. - I bake them all myself. A new one every single morning.
- You bake a new pie every single morning? - he took a seat on one of the red leathered stools by the main table. - Is this your place?
- No, I just work here but one day I’m gonna have my own place, my own pie shop and people are gonna come from all over the world to try my pies. - she seemed to get lost in her own fantasy before opening the lid of one of the various glass pies stands to take what looked like a wild berry pie slice, serving it perfectly on a freshly washed plate. - A little wild, wild, berry pie.
- Pardon? - he asked as she slide the plate towards him, handing him a fork at the same time.
- The pie. - she pointed at the board. - It’s the title. Cream patisserie with some berries on traditional pie crust. I got the idea while watching a particularly steamy scene on Sex and the City.
- You created the recipe?
- Where do you think recipes come from? - she smirked at him. - Come on, I promise it’s not poisoned.
Carter gave her a coyly smile before sinking in his fork in the beautiful berry coloured desert, taking a piece before bring it up to his mouth. As the sweet touched his tongue, he swore like he melted away from his whole body. The taste was fantastic and Carter was certain he had never tasted anything better than that small piece of pie.
- God, this is fantastic.
- Thank you, I try my best. - she smiled. - I’m Y/N, by the way.
- Carter Baizen.
Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky
And so I became the butt of the joke
I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked
Clearin' the air, I breathed in the smoke maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down
Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town
Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now
It's brighter now, now
- Olivia? - Carter mockingly called out, looking around his hotel suit as he wrapped a burgundy red tie around his pristine white shirt. A small high pitched giggle came from behind the leather coach. With a coy smile, Carter slowly moved towards the couch. - Oh, where could my Libbie be?
Another high pitched came from behind the coach and before the three year old could realise what was happening, Carter had already grabbed her by the waist, throwing her to the ceiling before catching her in a fit of giggles, her inherited curly brown hair stuck in front of the same eyes she had definitely gotten from her mother. The little girl giggled once more, tiny arms coming to wrap themselves around her father’s neck.
- What are you two doing? - Y/N came out from her bedroom due to all the giggling. Noticing her daughter in her father’s arms she merely rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. - I thought you were supposed to be in bed.
- We’re just playing hide and seek. - she replied, hiding behind her father’s neck. She surely knew how to avoid confrontation. Y/N merely laughed, walking up to her husband and daughter. - Do you really need to go, mummy?
- It’s just for a few hours. We’ll be here when you wake up. - Y/N pulled some of her daughter’s hair away from her round, chubby baby face.
- Why can’t I go? - she pouted.
- You wouldn’t like it, baby. - Carter kissed her cheek before handing her to the nanny who they had hired specifically for tonight. Usually Y/N and Carter didn’t hire nannies as they would rather spend time with their daughter rather than having a complete stranger. Most of the times, Olivia would either be at the pie shop with Y/N or at Carter’s firm office. However, tonight specifically both Carter and Y/N needed to attend a donators gala hosted by none other than Carter’s old fling Serena van der Woodsen. Initially, Carter had been firm on his decision not go, much too uninterested in ever speaking to her or any of her friends ever again. However, after some convincing on Y/N’s part and how he shouldn’t really care about other’s opinion and just enjoy a nice night out, he had caved in. - Trust me, daddy won’t like it either.
- Tuck me in?
- Okay, baby. - Y/N took over from the nanny, picking her daughter up against her hip before walking away from the main room and into the bedroom of the hotel suit. Carter took to pushing the sheets away from the mattress as Y/N laid her daughter in, puffing her pillows just the way she liked it and pulling the duvet up to her neck. - Now you be a brave good girl for mummy and daddy, okay?
- Okay. - she nodded, holding onto one of her many stuffed animals. - Night, mummy. Night, daddy.
- Goodnight, ladybug. - Carter placed a kiss on his daughter’s forehead before getting up and following his wife out of the hotel room before he could change his mind. His life had gone a completely one eighty every since seeing the group of people he used to hang out with during his youth. He had gotten married to the love of his life who was fiercely by his side no matter what happened, had started his own firm finally riding himself of his parents name, and had brought in the most precious daughter to the world. Whatever happened in the Upper East Side was no longer something that interested him even if he was one of the most wealthy men in New York. He didn’t want Y/N or Olivia to frequent those rotten and cruel places. They were happy in their own little bubble however, sometimes, like tonight, he had to confront the rest of the whole who seemingly still had his eyes on him.
Noticing his tenseness, Y/N intertwined her hand with his, giving him a soft and understanding smile followed by a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
- You’re gonna be fine, you’ve done way better than everyone in that room. You didn’t inherit what you have, you built it and you should be proud of that, Car.
- Well, you have to say that, you’re my wife. - he moved his face slightly so he could kiss her properly. - I can’t believe you’re my wife.
- You asked me on a good day. - she looked at the engagement band stacked with her wedding band, simple in silver, nothing too big or too lavish, just something small that both of them liked.
They were both escorted into the limo with Y/N immediately cuddling up next to her husband unlike so many of his girlfriends before. In all honesty, Carter sometimes thought he was dreaming. He just couldn’t believe he was married to her and if he had told a younger self he would marry someone outside the Upper East circle he wouldn’t have believed it, yet here he was. She was a magnetic, kind, determined woman who had managed to get him out of a rut and push him to his full potential while still living her own dreams. He thought he couldn’t be more in love with her and then she gave him Olivia. He still remembered that faithful New Year’s Eve when she handed him a pregnancy test or when they had to rush out of one of his dinners because she had begun labour. There was nothing in this world that mattered more to Carter Baizen than his girls, something the rest of the Upper East didn’t really understand. However, he was happy, he was happily married, happy with his career and happy with his little ladybug.
- Car, are you coming? - Y/N snapped him out of his daze as they reached the gala’s location. Pushing away all the insecurities he had, he pridefully walked down the stairs with Y/N by his side, catching the attention of every single person who stopped their chat to look at the “disgraced” Carter Baizen and the so called “pie girl” he had married.
- Should we dance? - he gave her grin, offering her his hand eloquently much to her enjoyment. - I wish to dance with the prettiest lady in this room.
- Prettiest girl in the room? - she giggled, taking in his hand while the other one held her waist. - Should I ask how many girls in this room you’ve used that line with?
- Well, Mrs. Baizen, you’re definitely the only one I’ve used that on.
- You better not be lying to me, Mr. Baizen.
- I love you so much, Y/N. - he leaned down to peck her lips, not caring who was watching.
- I love you too, Car.
I once believe love would be burning red but it’s golden like daylight
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Tracing The Stars Chapter 10
Blairs POV
Harry played a great game.
He only played in the first half but ended up scoring two goals, and we ended up winning four to one.
I was originally going to sit by myself when I got here, but Maya saw me and demanded I sit next to her.
I didn't know her very well. I just knew that she was Harry's friend. I know they have been rumored to mess around, and I definitely believe it. She was beautiful, but there was no need for me to be jealous. I was not dating Harry, he was my friend, and that was it. Harry's past or present sex life is also none of my business.
Maya was also extremely nice. All I knew about her was that her parents ran some big-time magazine in the city. We talked the entire game about the school musical, soccer, and she even asked me a couple of questions about my job at Joe's cafe.
Once the game was over, I noticed Harry and Gabe talking to a scout. We briefly make eye contact, and he mouths a "Wait for me," and I nod my head in response.
I was getting a few stares now that the game was over, and people started to realize I was wearing Harry's jacket, but I didn't have time to overthink the situation because Harry finally came up to me with his brown curls pushed back with a headband.
"Harry, you played so well!" I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders going in for a hug.
His arms settle around my hips. "That was the best I've played so far. Looks like you are my good luck charm peach."
"Hey, you are coming with us to Joes', right?" Gabe says, walking over to where Harry and I are standing.
"Yeah, I'll drive with Blair," Harry responds. "I think the rest of the team can split up in cars."
Gabe smirks at us. "Yeah, yeah, alright, we will give you two your privacy."
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By the time Hary packed his stuff up, and we drove a short five minutes to Joe's, a lot of people from the game were already there. Harry leads me to sit in the booth next to him.
At the table was Don, Tristan, Levi, and Jacob. They were all seniors on the soccer team, and I know they usually come to Joe's after soccer games because I have served them all a couple of times. Maya sat next to Gabe, and a girl named Aaliyah, who I recognized from the cheer team, sat next to Tristan, who I believed was her boyfriend.
The rest of the girls cheer team sat at a table directly adjacent from us. I can't believe that used to be me last year. Between school musicals, the cheer team, my job at Joe's, Justin, and trying to keep up with parties and appearances at school, I was so stressed out. I don't even miss cheer that much, to be honest. It is such a popularity contest, and it was so draining.
I jumped at the feeling of Harry's arm snaking around my waist, bringing me slightly closer to his side. I was caught off guard at first, but the way butterflies spew off in my stomach and my cheeks going red and slightly tingled reminded me of when I first started dating Justin.
That was the first tell-tale sign of having a crush.
I embraced the feeling of Harry's arm around me, placing the side of my head in the crook of his neck.
Maya winks at me from across the table, and I send her back a smile and breathe out a weak laugh.
"How is your leg Harry?" Don asks.
Harry's fingers dance around the side of my hip. "It's good. No pain or anything for now, and I hope it stays that way for the season."
"Blair," Tristan spoke. "Yo, Long time no fucking see. Where the hell have you been!"
I laugh at his greeting. "Around I guess."
"Blair, remember those shrooms we did with Harry and Jacob sophomore year at Gabe's Party?" Tristian brings up.
"Yep. I'm pretty sure Harry fell into the pool that night," I giggle, looking up at Harry.
He groans. "Okay, I was high out of my fucking mind. Can we not bring that up."
"You single?"Jacob asked. "You still with that Justin kid?"
I shake my head. "Nope, we broke up at the end of junior year, been single all summer."
Levi rolls his eyes jokingly. "Uhhh, who's gonna tell him," he says, pointing a finger at Harry. "If you are single, you might want to tell this guy. I think Styles believes he is your boyfriend the way he is all over you."
Harry becomes flustered, and his face falls red from embarrassment. "Alright, all of you shut up about me."
The conversation continues, and it feels like I have been with these guys forever. We reminisced about our old party days. Jacob brought up the time I got so drunk and threw up on his dad's boat, which I don't remember probably because of how wasted I was.
Gabe also asked me why I quit the cheer team. I just gave him the short answer and told him all my extracurricular activities were piling up.
At one point, the conversation ended up on my Dad, and who he says the worst player is. No one would believe me when I told them I didn't know, even though I knew it was Harry. Levi swears it's some freshman named Dylan who made varsity soccer on a fluke, but I didn't even know who that was.
Our waitress finally came up to us. I recognized her as Candice. She got hired about a week ago, and I already liked her. We both complained about our overly affectionate boss on our breaks.
She waved at me before introducing herself to the table.
While Candice went around taking orders, Harry whispered in my ear, "How do those burgers sound."
I smile up at him. "Fuck yes."
Maya, Harry, and I ended up in deep conversation about our science teacher, Mr.Gunnerson, an old crazy nerd. While I was too lost in conversation with Maya, Harry's arm moves from my waist to my thigh, rubbing the exposed skin that my jean shorts did not cover.
A whirlwind of emotions hit me when I first felt Harry's touch on my thigh. I tensed up at first, not really sure what he was planning to do. When his hand just settled on my thigh, rubbing up and down, I was able to settle my emotions. I liked having Harry's hands on my body. It was a constant reminder that he was right beside me. Harry and I were sitting extremely close to one another, our sides practically overlapping. I really loved the attention he was giving me, and I wish I could just whisk him away and throw myself at him.
Was I ready to throw myself at him?
Absolutely not.
But my hormones were getting the best of me, and what was once innocent butterflies in my stomach was now a raging fire in the pit of my stomach, damp panties, a flushed face, and short isolated breaths.
The boy wasn't even touching me in a heavy sexual manner, but I was already all hot and bothered for him.
After I finished my food, I quickly excused myself to the bathroom needing a second before I jumped Harry's bones in front of everyone at the table.
When I got to the bathroom, I splashed a bit of cold water on my face hoping to cool down a bit.
"B!" A voice yells.
I turn around from the sink to see two cheerleaders whose names I can't really remember and Megan standing directly behind them.
"So I see you are wearing Harry's letterman?" The brown-haired one, whose name I think is Kacey.
My eyes dart downwards, a nervous habit, before answering her question.
"Harry just gave it to me because I was cold."
"So, how was the sex?" She curiously asks me. "I tried to fuck him this summer, but he was with some other girl at the time."
My jaw sets, and I can't help but feel a sting of jealousy.
"I didn't have sex with him. Harry is my friend."
"Please, we saw him all over you at dinner tonight." Kacey presses.
Megan places her hand on Kacy's shoulder and reprimands her in a whispering tone. "Can we just leave, please?"
Kacy scoffs. "Hell no! We all know you were Justin's whore anyways. What are you doing Blair hmmm? Trying to fuck every soccer player in the county?"
I was tired of being walked all over.
Fuck this.
I took a few steps up to Kacey, so I was a couple of inches away from my face. "First of all, I didn't fuck Harry, and even if I did, it would be none of your fucking business. Secondly, I'm no one's whore. Even if I did fuck every guy in this county, it would be none of your damn business Kacey!"
Once I finished my rant, I was about to storm out the bathroom when Kacey spoke up again.
"My name is Kelly."
"Oh wow. I don't care." I spit back, slamming the door.
High school is the most dramatic fucking place ever.
What was the point of that? My sex like, which is non-existent, is no one's business. I wasn't even surprised when Megan didn't stand up for me. She has always cared way too much about popularity and appearances.
I know Kelly is only lashing out because I have been hanging out with Harry, and she is jealous, but I'm just tired of being caught up in drama when it's the one thing I have done my best to avoid. I wish high school could be a place where everyone would mind their damn business, but this is Eastwood Highschool, and everyone here feeds off of drama, drugs, and partying.
I stormed out of the bathroom, and Harry was about to say something, but when his eyes set on me, he acknowledged the annoyed expression on my face.
"Peaches, you good?"
I grab my bag from the booth, searching for my card to pay the bill. I just want to leave Joe's as fast as possible.
"I'm fine. Where is the check?"
Harry sends me a look. "I paid it. Are you sure you are okay?"
I tilt my head looking up at him with a frown. "You didn't have to do that, Harry. We could have at least split it."
"It's not a big deal," he reassures me. "Let's get out of here."
Everyone walks outside to their cars, and I frequently forget how rich the kids who go to Eastwood are. Gabe and Maya have walked into some fancy BMW, and Levi speeds off in a Mercedes.
I don't even have a car yet. Sometimes I drive my mom's Toyota Camry on the weekends when she doesn't have work, but I have been saving up for a car, and hopefully, by the end of the year, I could afford my own.
Harry and I got in his car, and he placed his hand instantly on my thigh, backing out of his parking spot.
Before we could pull out of the lot, Maya, who is in the passenger seat of the Gabes car, rolls down her window and calls out, "If you two are going to have sex, send us an invite!"
The palm of my hand slaps my mouth in shock at Maya's bluntness.
Harry speeds off before Maya could let anything more vulgar come out of my mouth.
"You okay, Blair? You seemed a little distressed coming out of the bathroom." Harry asked, still focused on the road.
I sigh."Yeah, I had a bit of a run-in with some girls from the cheer team. They called me Justins whore, and they thought I was fucking you."
Harry frowns and looks annoyed by my words. "I'm sorry. I knew that you wearing my jacket would bring some attention to you, but I didn't think anyone would have the balls to say it to my face. Also, I'm sorry what they said to you about Justin."
"It's okay. I'm used to the rumors. Everyone thought I was fucking him even though I wasn't."
He snaps his head towards me with a raised eyebrow. "What?"
I laugh. "Yeah, literally all rumors. He tried fingering me a couple times, but it never felt good, and I never came, hence why I thought my clit was broken. A few heated make-out sessions and I gave him a handjob once in his car, but that was it."
Harry snorts. "During our all star-game, he literally told us he fucked you. What a fucking asshole."
"Yeah, he really was," I mumble out.
Harry notices my change in tone because once he pulls up into my driveway, he puts the car in park and turns towards me.
"Are you a virgin, Blair?"
Did he not like the fact I was a virgin? I know Harry was a super experienced guy when it came to sex, and maybe he wasn't into virgins.
"It's not a bad thing." He quickly reassures me.
"Yes, I have never had sex before. I usually don't do what we did the other night at Gabe's party," I trail off with my voice. "But I really liked it."
My confession makes my heart thunder, and my throat goes dry. I never got to tell him how much I enjoyed that night. When it came to Harry, I had this internal war with my brain telling me to leave him alone but my hormones telling me to let myself go.
Harry brings his other hand to my thigh, rubbing up and down and looking me in the eyes.
"Well, there is more of that where it came from Peaches. If you want it."
We stare into each other's eyes for the briefest of seconds. The tension between us was suffocating, and I wanted him to make a move so badly.
"Harry," I softly whisper.
"Fuck it." He whispered, searching for approval.
I slowly nodded my head, and that was all he needed for him to attach his lips to mine.
#harry styles fic#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles one shot#harrystylesfic#harrystyles#harry styles au#harry styles writing#harry styles series
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so here’s another essay that maybe 0.5 people asked for? because i rewatched set it up and now someone great and in so many ways i think i arguably like someone great better???? so here is the long-winded rambly mess of me being emotional over this movie. info is below the cut, no pressure to read just bc i’m having rom com feelings this saturday night!!!!
for those of you who have never seen someone great (why are you reading this? i’m flattered but why), here’s a quick summary: when music reporter jenny gets an amazing new job opportunity, bad news comes with it: she has to move cross-country. to top it all off, her boyfriend of nine years breaks up with her because he doesn’t want to move with her. enter her best friends erin and blair, who decide to send off their best friend in style with a mind-bending 24 hours of partying and emotional catharsis.
a disclaimer: this movie also has a special place in my heart because it came out right as i was getting set to graduate from grad school. so many of my friends had moved on and moved away already, but i was about to do that, too, shucking off the safety blanket of school and entering into the “real world.” and this movie, i think, uniquely captures that feeling in a way no other film i’ve personally seen does? more on that later.
GOD where even do i start.
jenny so captures the feeling of being dumped. the anger, the ugly, loud crying, the messiness of it, the drinking, the up-and-down bevy of ping-ponging emotions. she belts lizzo’s “truth hurts” in her underwear, in her kitchen, drunk. her best friend then walks in and joins her. like yes THAT is what girls and breakups feel like.
(obvs not for everyone but i felt seen)
(the night of one of my college breakups ended with me on my best friend’s floor, wine-drunk and full of domino’s pizza, critiquing her presentation for an upcoming history conference.)
her best friends are there for her and love her and support her, taking the day off work to stay with her. but they also give her tough love when she needs it. and she does need it.
also that bond between women bc jenny is just bitching about her breakup to a random woman on the subway and she’s like, “yo fr???? he sucks”
this movie is also so hilarious???? these girls have been best friends since college and it SHOWS. they do all these goofy silly things together, they have in-jokes and references, they make fun of each other. they tease each other about their boyfriends/girlfriends. they smoke and drink and get high together. they SWEAR. they have foul mouths and my bffs and i did too.
god the LINES. like
“yo. i went to say hello to a chihuahua outside our building, and it was a fucking rat.”
“it’s... like a green juice smoothie. that’s kind of genius.” “she made me try it. it’s fucking disgusting. i am drowning out here.”
“we’ll tell them her mom died!” “oh my god????” “ugh, fine. her aunt.” “i don’t think you understand what is fucked up about this suggestion.”
“ooooh, you gave me my favorite mug, you do love me!!!” and the mug is a mini-toilet.
“blair, watching you take down all those carbs has been the highlight of my whole, entire life.”
“what happens next???? i turn thirty and then i probably die.”
*sobbing* “and like.... i really want to go to the farmer’s market with you. that sounds really nice.” “great fresh produce.”
the representation is so good??? jenny is Latina; erin is a Black lesbian; erin’s girlfriend is a South Asian designer.
no i’m gonna go into my thesis now which is that this is the only movie i’ve seen that actually serves as a “coming of age” movie that is not aimed at teens. it’s not about finding yourself in high school or college or coming to terms with your sexuality (which are all important!!! but as someone in my mid-20s, who has graduated and is comfortable in my gender and sexuality, those movies aren’t for me. and i hadn’t realized how much i needed a movie like this for me until i saw it for the first time).
this is a movie about looking around at your life and realizing that you’ve outgrown it. this is a movie about what it’s like to keep growing up, because you don’t graduate college/grad school and suddenly you’re an Adult and it’s all Figured Out. it’s not!!!!! and that’s okay!!!!!! you may think you have a Life Plan but then it goes off the rails and things change and it’s hard and it’s scary and it’s okay because we all feel it. we all grow up.
like.... people fall out of love. relationships change. people get jobs and move away. it’s scary. and the way that it’s described.... jenny’s realization that her breakup with nate was a long time coming, because they actually hadn’t been happy in a long time. when blair breaks up with her boyfriend in the single most amicable, polite breakup scene i’ve ever watched. they’re not angry or hurt, they’re relieved. and it’s so refreshing to watch an example of a breakup that is a relief, because two people are being freed from their own expectations, of their lives, of each other, of themselves.
and this also talks about the fear of really, truly falling in love for the first time. the vulnerability, the recognition that now everything in life is changing.
when jenny holds her best friends and confesses, “i don’t know life without this.” when erin screams that she is afraid of everything about growing up, because that means that she needs to change. truly everything about jenny’s goodbye letter to nate.
god i just. “i don’t know life without this” hits me in the fucking face because that’s exactly how i felt about living with my best friend and moving out to move in with my partner, about my eboard group of besties splitting and moving all over the country, about my group of friends that supported me through the worst moments of my life and encouraged me to embrace myself, my healing, and my sexuality? and there was something Terrifying about the notion of moving away, about all of us separating and growing apart. and to see a movie that showed that that fear was natural, and it was okay, and there were some friendships that last forever? and even if they don’t, that doesn’t mean they were without love and meaning? it was something that i needed at the end of my education career.
also jenny and erin joke about apparently facetiming each other on the toilet and that made me scream bc my best friend and i literally do text each other each time we shit, and also it’s usually at the same time. you know you’re besties not just when your periods sync, but when your shit cycles do, too.
yeah i feel like we’ve all gotten to know each other really well in this post.
also the soundtrack FUCKING SLAPS. the intro to lorde’s “supercut?” jenny singing along to selena’s “dreaming of you” in her bodega? jenny’s realization that things are truly over between her and nate, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be, and it’s okay, to jessie reyez’s “great one?” jenny cry-singing to “truth hurts” by lizzo? the super-fun scene of the three getting ready for their hedonistic night out to lil kim’s “the jump off?” cinematic brilliance.
also the cameos??? jaboukie young-white and rupaul are in it. they’re hysterical, especially jaboukie young-white oh my GOD
tl;dr this is the coming-of-age movie to women in their mid-20s when we feel like Death Is Coming at age 30 when really life is just beginning. life is about change. sometimes we outgrow our lives, and that’s okay.
anyway please watch this movie look how ADORABLE and CUTE and BEAUTIFUL THEY ALL ARE
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Here is Part 3 of my & @histoireettralala’s Trifecta AU Blair Witch spinoff. (Here are links to Part 1 and Part 2.)
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The day's hike has been uneventful. Just like I like it, thinks Ney. In spite of the unaccountable disappearance of the map, he still has a pretty good idea of where they are in relation to the shack. A couple more days' hiking should get us there.
As long as nothing else goes wrong.
After years of misadventures with Lannes and Murat, Ney knows better by now than to rest on his laurels.
Watching out of the corner of his eye as Murat and Lannes work together to finish setting up another tent, Ney fishes his cellphone out of his pocket; he should check in with Aglaé, if he still has service.
He has seven missed calls, two voicemails, and twelve text messages.
All from Caroline.
A chill runs down Ney's spine.
Maybe this hadn't been the best day to leave the phone on silent.
Cringing, he reads through the increasingly irate series of texts from Caroline, beginning with a relatively calm "Joachim says you lost the map? Is this true??" and finally culminating with a frenzied barrage of all-caps missiles such as "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU IGNORE ME NEY," "DON'T THINK I WON'T COME OUT THERE MYSELF," and assorted threats of retaliation and vengeance if anything happens to Joachim.
He decides not to listen to the two voicemails.
"Everything okay?" Murat asks cheerily. "You look a bit pale all of a sudden."
"Everything's great," Ney lies, throwing in a reassuring grin as an added bonus as he begins typing out what he hopes is an appropriately apologetic and assuaging response to Caroline. "Just letting Aglaé know that all is well."
"Oh nice! Tell her I said hi!"
"I will."
Murat goes back over to Lannes, who is piling twigs and branches together for a campfire.
Soon, dinner is served, and Murat and Lannes are discussing crop circles, yetis, the Loch Ness monster, and Davout's double-life as a serial killer. Ney eventually retreats into his tent for the night and winds down with a few riveting games of Sudoku. He struggles to fall asleep, haunted by visions of a red-eyed, machete-wielding Caroline rampaging through the forest. Thank God for Aglaé, he thinks as he finally begins drifting off. My meek, mild little cupcake.
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Murat is the first one awake the next morning. Emerging from his tent, he stretches in the morning sunlight. It's a beautiful morning, the birds are chirping, the sky is blue, the air is cool, and...
... and... Murat is certain all these weird piles of stacked rocks weren't here last night. Or that big... deer skull?... lying right in the middle of their firepit. And is that a snakeskin coiled underneath it??
Murat enters Lannes's tent and shakes him awake.
"Wha... what is it?" Lannes asks groggily.
"Grab the camera. You've gotta see this."
Lannes is up and filming in no time; soon Ney joins the pair, staring down curiously at the objects on the ground.
"What the hell's all this?" Ney asks, yawning.
"A warning maybe? Look, the rock piles spell out 'GO BACK.'"
"So they do," Ney murmurs. He faces Murat and Lannes. "So, which one of you did this? I've gotta say, it's pretty clever. Solid A for effort."
Murat's jaw drops; Lannes blinks in surprise. "Wait, which one of us?" Lannes exclaims. "You can't be serious! I could just as easily accuse you of putting all this stuff here!"
"Don't be demented, you know how I feel about this sort of childish nonsense. You and Murat are the ones so bent on making some silly horror video and getting famous on YouTube. Something like this strikes me as just a little too convenient."
"We had nothing to do with it!" Murat protests. "I'm the one who found it, ask Lannes! I woke him up to show him!"
Lannes shifts the camera at Murat. "It's true, you did wake me up to show me... out with it, Joachim, did you set all this up? You can admit it if you did, and we can all have a good laugh..."
"I didn't!!" Murat is indignant. "Where the hell would I have gotten a deer skull and a snakeskin? You think I've just been carrying them on me this whole time?"
"Maybe," Ney grumbles. Murat has done weirder things.
"Or maybe," Lannes says, "it was the same person who took our map. Maybe we are being followed. Maybe somebody really doesn't want us to find this shack."
Lannes and Ney continue discussing the issue while Murat wanders over and picks up the deer skull. He's never seen one up close before. Wow! Achille would love this! Maybe he'll take it home.
The sight of something red lying on the forest floor by the firepit catches his attention.
A feather!
Murat stoops to retrieve it. The feather is a vibrant red, and looks fairly new; its condition is pristine. He smiles. This must be his lucky day! A deer skull for Achille, and a pretty red feather to add to his personal collection.
And then he sees another one lying a few feet away from the first. He eagerly retrieves this second feather. And look, there's a third not far from that!! This just keeps getting better and better!!!
He continues following this odd trail of pretty red feathers, harvesting them up as he goes, delightfully watching his pile grow larger and larger.
Murat gathers the last feather, holding his collection like a bouquet of previous flowers, vaguely disappointed that he doesn't see any more--before realizing that whatever beautiful, molting bird had shed them all, had inadvertently led him to something even better.
Mushrooms.
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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT. AU) pt.5
05: Ashes to ashes
Summary: Finally a Kappa sister, but things go awry.
Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst
Word count: 2700
Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST
Special thanks to @daddygraysonsbitch for being Sara Howell in the story.
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A week had passed since the last challenge, giving Y/N a hard time sneaking around with the Dolan twins. Neither of them seemed to back off when she asked and to be honest, she didn't want them to.
Y/N wanted to explore their minds, hearts and bodies. She wanted to know every nook and cranny that makes their souls and most of all, she needed to know where she fits in their still unfinished puzzle of life.
Every night she's been haunted by dreams of a woman she has never met, each dream harder to differentiate from reality as they come in like a storm and ravage her, leaving her tired every morning and frightened to close her eyes at night. Every night something changes, detail by detail and it's only a matter of time before it's entirely different than the original dream...and it scares her. The woman in her dreams scares the living light out of her and no matter how many times she wanted to talk about it to someone, she was afraid speaking about it would make it more real.
Riddle me this. How can I call it a nightmare, if it doesn't leave my presence when I awake?
The party is mere minutes away, her nerves at an all time high because if anyone notices she's growing closer to either Ethan or Grayson, she'll be in deep shit. It's them she wants to talk to, share her dream because deep inside her heart, she knows they would understand. They wouldn’t think she’s mad.
Since it's a sorority party after all, Y/N has put on her white shorts and green shirt in solidarity, placing her golden leaf crown in her hair with a smile as the crown is engraved with her name and the date, serving as proof of membership.
She can officially call herself a Kappa sister.
While Y/N worried of her sisters noticing her ongoing friendship with the frats next door, those frats had worries their plans weren't moving fast enough.
"It's a problem! Not only will she avoid us like the plague now, she'll be chased by other guys as well. We're not the only ones on campus, Apollo." Hermes paced his room, getting jittery and impatient.
"And you know what happens when we wait too long." Hermes warns, remembering Yashi and many more after her that have gone awry because it took them far too long to connect with the descendant. Stronger the bond between a descendant and the god they're an heir to, less time they have...and Y/N has ties to two incredibly strong beings. He's noticed Y/N cares for both of them, but her allegiance to her sorority is stronger as it connects her to her mother. That's all the information he got out of Apollo so far as he's the one communicating with her so frequently.
"We can't exactly kidnap her, now can we?" Apollo groans, running his hands through his hair so it gets the perfect wave he usually sports. He had to be on his best behavior tonight and the looking good part wouldn't hurt either.
Once he looks back at his brothers wide eyes and the craziness in the look they reflected once the words resonate with him, Apollo turned around with his index finger pointing at Hermes sternly, commanding.
"Let me rephrase that. YOU. WILL. NOT. KIDNAP. Y/N." He emphasized each word, stepping closer with every one of them. Apollo might not be the intimidating brother on most days, but the way his eyes darken and his lips set in a firm line, his jaw clenches and tightens the muscles in his face, eyebrows pull closer together and forehead wrinkles - that's when he looks like the bringer of death.
But that doesn't scare Hermes. Never did.
"Oooh, I have a better plan than that." Hermes smirks, the devilish scheme clear to Apollo, just not the details. He knows this would lead to trouble. It always has.
Hermes had better plans than Apollo on any given day, but that's not always a good thing. Hermes doesn't care about consequences, when he wants something he does whatever he wants to do and his recklessness is a major reason why in their prolonged stay on earth. He's always been wildly unstable and unpredictable.
Apollo was worse when they were gods. Hermes did his job, but found it fun to play with humans to break the mundane of his existence he believed his life became. Apollo was just like Hermes is now - overly confident and iffy morality without concern of consequences of his deeds.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
"If you mess this up for us, I will fucking kill you." The looming threat puts a smile on Hermes' face instead of fear. Regardless what happens, Apollo would never make good on his threat. He's made similar threats before, they both did at some point but neither could harm each other. If losing their chance at return leaves them wandering this land as immortals, they would rather have each other than loneliness.
"By the end of the night, you'll be thanking me." Hermes pats his brothers chest lightly, moving around him and to the door. Before walking out, he turns his head to meet Apollo's burning gaze and the flicker of anger in them.
"I believe we have a party to go to."
The brothers walked through the door in synchronization as they've done countless times before in their past. With a court nod to one another, they part - each to a different side of the house although Apollo tried to keep Hermes close in case his plan puts them in danger.
Y/N just walked out her room, narrowly missing Hermes who entered Blair's room which was just down the hall.
She tapped her fingertips on the banister nervously, her gaze wandering but with purpose. Even she didn't realize it, but her eyes followed her heart's orders - to find either Ethan or Grayson.
She had a way to contact Grayson - either through her window or her phone, but Ethan was harder to reach unnoticed. She'd share a look or two in the morning as they walked to classes at the same time - Ethan usually barely awake and with messy bedhead, but always ready to shoot her a lazy, crooked smile that made her cheeks burn bright.
But, sadly, he's nowhere to be seen. However, Grayson is easily located - leaning against a wall with a coy smile on his face and eyes set on her making her heart ablaze. He always has that effect on her, not once failing her.
He's only playing with you.
A voice startles Y/N, making her turn around in fright only to find she's all alone. She recognizes the voice, looming and glowering like in her dreams, but she's awake now. Or so she hopes.
Walking down the steps, her mind in a fray and her eyebrows scrunched up, Y/N's slowly losing touch with reality. Sounds around her blur, growing impossibly loud and deafening, her vision narrowing. It felt like her innards are being replaced by some kind of black hole.
"Y/N." Until hands grabbed onto her arms and shook her gently, her eyes meeting hazel swirls with golden specks of dust behind them...and her world slides into focus, his touch, his face, his voice serving as an anchor to hold her down and sane.
"You okay there?" Grayson asks, worry tangible in his voice as it is in his face, the very face she needed to avoid for the night.
"Got a bit woozy. I'm okay now. Thanks." Her polite, short answer didn't convince Grayson but he knew better than to push. Sometimes a little space goes a long way - it's basic female 101 in his mind.
"Well, if you need me..." He trails off, knowing she's aware what he means.
"Of course." She interjects gently, using the moment to slowly slide his hands away from herself for the stares of her sister have become far too obvious to ignore.
"Well, well, well." And naturally, Queen B. appears when in the worst moment possible. It's like fate is working against them.
"She was feeling ill. It would be wrong of me to leave her in such a state." Grayson defends before Blair has a chance to poison the sisters against Y/N, effectively shutting her up before she spewed the truth...Truth because he had anything but good intentions in mind. In fact, he'd love to have his way with her, especially after all the time he's spent abstaining from touching mortal women to repent for his sins.
"She shouldn't have drank so much then." But Blair finds a new reason to cling to, something else to use against her.
"A good Kappa sister never gets so drunk she needs help from a KDR."
But before she has a chance to put Y/N to shame, Sara frowns, noticing a dark cloud on the second floor and the smell hits quickly as well.
"What's that smell?" Sara voices her curious thoughts, the words leaving her mouth answered immediately when fire blows through a decorative window on the second floor in a small explosion enticing screams all around the house.
"FIRE!!"
Y/N's eyes widen, her lips parting. Her legs work faster than her brain, stumbling over her own feet and steps as she climbs up so quickly Grayson barely has a chance to react.
"Wait!" He shouts after her, staring at the billowing smoke and the fire that spreads incredibly fast as if a dragon breaths in one of the rooms.
"My mother's painting! My journal! My whole life is up there!" She insists, rushing up without noticing a paling Grayson following in her footsteps. The need to save the painting turned her brain to a mental soup of conflicting instructions. But there was a different force guiding her. A much darker, still unnoticeable force.
She blows the door wide open, snapping open her window first before returning for the painting first. Throwing it out the window, she turns to find more things to save. Smoke particles dance in on the inbound breeze. The smoke smells of kerosene, and had a strange scent of perfume through it. The smoke ss a deep, dark grey color. Intoxicating. Choking. They can feel it pull their very life away.
"What are you doing?" Grayson starts to grab her things as well, tossing them over the ledge without even realizing it. He's looking at her in disbelief, certain she's lost her mind entirely.
"Saving what I can." She mumbles, frantically grabbing her belongings still in boxes and throwing them out.
"We're going to die because you want to save your clothes?!" Grayson shouts, his throat burning from the smoke as it lingers inside, sticking like tar.
"No one asked you to come!" She faces him, no trace of the gentle soul he saw her as. Instead, he saw someone who has given up. She didn't fear death...she invited it. That's when he decided to take matters into his own hands.
Grayson crossed the bedroom in a single step, manhandling Y/N into obedience. He grabbed her arms and leaned down, getting a hold of her legs as well.
In one move, he had pulled her over his shoulder, ignoring her trashing and screaming, even more the insults she threw his way. Nothing would make him drop her now, determined to save her life and for once, he didn't know why.
He would tell himself it's because she's the last living descendant, but even he knows it's a lie. Despite all he's fought in the past, he grew to care for the girl...even crave her. Not in a sexual manner, although he wanted her in every way, but in a way where the sound of her voice was enough to make his heart flutter.
And he never had his heart flutter.
He burrowed through the door, barely escaping the raging flames as he bounced Y/N on his shoulder on the way down the stairs. Thanking every god he knows, Grayson rushed to the clear front door and outside into fresher air where he could finally put her down.
"And you're an asshole!" She finishes, red in the face from all the screaming but also dirty from the smoke. There was a steadiness to her despite her quite unsteady behavior upstairs, as if all the storms in the world were a whispering breeze if she was there. She was kind and clever, perhaps that's what drew people to her.
He liked the fire within, loved it even.
Before she had a chance to throw a second insult his way, Grayson's hand found the back of her neck, quickly pulling her up and closer until their lips touched and the words ceased. The kiss barely lasted, managing to take their breaths away in an instant, but it was long enough for Grayson's fingers to brush the star-like birthmark behind her right ear and bring him down to Earth. It only confirmed what they knew - she's the descendant and he just stole their first kiss.
Y/N surrendered to his touch, losing her senses as his lips brought her heartbeat to the speed of light. Her lips tingled, electricity sparking up throughout her body and her hands clutched to his shirt with all their might as if he could slip through her fingers like sand.
Apollo couldn't believe what he's doing, giving into his desire for her without a second thought. He'd been wondering how her rosy lips would taste, never quite sure if it would make any impact on him but from the way his hands tremble with her face in them tucked away safely, he knew he has been bested.
It took Y/N a moment to get her mind to work properly again, feeling the high of adrenaline and endorphins catching up with her and numbing her thinking, but once her mind cleared her hand left a swift, clear imprint on Grayson's face.
"Never do that without my permission again!" She sneered, turning around and running to the side of the house where her things remained, leaving a confused, but still satisfied Grayson on his own.
But he wasn't alone.
"You played dirty brother." Hermes accuses, stepping beside Apollo as his eyes set on the growing flames and the sorority house beginning to collapse.
"I got lost in the moment." Apollo excuses, clearing his throat as he folds his arms over his chest and glances at Hermes. He refuses to apologize for the kiss because it's the highlight of the century in his mind. She brought technicolor to his life and he found himself...grateful. Artemis would have liked her, he is sure. Sometimes he still thinks of his actual twin in Mount Olympus, wondering if she's watching over him or if she forgot all about him.
"Someone might think you actually care." Hermes raises a brow, turning to face Apollo with a wicked smirk on his face.
"Too bad she'll want to avoid you for that little moment you got lost in." He continues coyly, circling around his brother like Apollo is the prey and he a hunter on the prowl.
'But I'll be there to pick up the pieces ', is what Hermes really wants to say. But instead, he speaks the ominous truth.
"Which I imagine to be quite hard when the girls move in with us." And that's when it all clicks in Apollo's mind, the sirens wailing in the background. He grabs a fist full of Hermes' shirt, pulling him closer.
"What the fuck did you do?!" He speaks through gritted teeth, spit escaping him in the process and it splatters in tiny drops on Hermes' face.
"Bringing the past back to life." Hermes grabs onto Apollo's hands, pressing his own over his until the hold relents enough for Hermes to step back, his smirk never wavering.
He takes one more look at the burning house as the roof caves, the flames reflecting in his dark eyes. He raises both eyebrows, clearly proud of himself before turning on his heel and pocketing his hands confidently. He hums an ominous tune as he's walking back to the frat house: "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down" under his breath.
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FFT: candy apple kisses; sam winchester
Notes:
So way back in halloween, I wrote this after getting an ask on the main. It got buried but.. after finding it? I definitely enjoyed writing for Sam Winchester and cannot wait to attempt doing it more. I can’t say this is the universe I’d go with though as i’m much more drawn to the whole /angel/ and Sam one I had in mind. Idk..
Summary:
All Sam was supposed to do was protect her from the being they were hunting. But then they wind up talking. Sam saves her life, she patches him up.
Warnings:
drinking - alcohol tw, mentions of violence, blood mention. kissing.
Pairing:
Sam Winchester x OFC, Raine
“Oh come on. It’s a Halloween party. At least pretend you want to be here, damn.”
“If only I did. Hey, where did you get that?” Raine eyed the candied apple in her best friend’s hand, her mouth watering. She reached for it and Enid stepped back, laughing and shaking her head as she took another bite. “Over there. And you can go get your own, food thief.”
“Hey! I don’t always steal your food.”
“Only on days that end in Y?” her friend teased gently and Raine flipped her off, eyeing the table at the end of the room hesitantly. She pouted. “But it’s all the way over there.”
“So? You have working legs.”
Raine mimicked her, but she started to head in the direction of the table where the candied apples were. She made it about halfway across when someone shoved her from behind and sent her lurching forward, right into the back of the giant of a guy standing in the middle of the room.
His suit stood out like a sore thumb, despite the nature of the party and Raine couldn’t help but think that costumes had to be a big thing with the guy.
Sam Winchester turned around, glaring, thinking that it was probably Dean, fucking around when they previously both agreed that they had to get in, get what they came for and get out, and his mouth opened and closed as his eyes settled on hers.
“Hi.” Sam finally muttered, staring down at her. The black cat costume she was wearing had him resisting the urge to stifle a laugh, because it was quite literally a lazy attempt at a black cat, with ripped black skinny jeans, a black tee shirt that seemed to cling to her body just enough and she had the nose and whiskers painted on and the ears attached to a headband. He got this sense that she may have been dragged out to this party tonight by friends. … Or maybe it’s just the fact that you want to find some way to connect you two, to make you alike… the idle thought came and went and he chuckled to himself again about it quietly before pushing it out of his mind in it’s entire. He was here to make sure the shapeshifter didn’t get it’s hands on her, that was it.
She was simply a part of the case he and Dean were working and the sooner he started looking at things like this, the better off he’d be.
“Hey.” Raine tilted her head slightly, frowning when the stupid ear on her headband dipped down again. Sam saw her gazing at the candied apples and he remembered what he and Dean seemed to think about the methods of the shapeshifter they were trying to track down currently. The use of candy or booze to lure out it’s victims before preying upon them.
“That’s probably not a good idea.” Sam blurted out, his eyes fixing on the table filled with treats. Raine eyed him, scoffing at what he said. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” Sam answered, his gaze following her gaze to the tray of candied apples. He allowed his eyes to dart around the room just to make sure that the shapeshifter who followed her in earlier wasn’t still lurking, because when he’d noticed them, it hadn’t given him a good feeling.
A crowd pushed past them, forcing them closer. Raine rolled her eyes as her friend stopped and told her excitedly, “Oh my god, Ethan is about to go to war with Nick. You gotta see it. Remember the last time they played Civil War? The entire room looked like it got visited by Linda…. Blair” and she happened to catch sight of Sam, going quiet, giving her friend a wink. “Oh… Oh..If you two go back to our place, hang a bra on the door?”
“Jesus, Enid, I literally just bumped into the guy!” Raine groaned as she bit her lip, fidgety as her gaze met Sam’s. She didn’t even know his name, they hadn’t quite gotten to properly introducing themselves.
She hadn’t seen him around before. Her mind went back to the rumors going around campus, all the missing girls and how they were last seen with some guy who nobody ever remembered seeing around before.
“And? See? I told you.. Halloween is magic.” Enid gave a smirk as if she were now justified in dragging Raine to the party, because Raine had found someone to talk to. She’d told her that moping in the dorms, or worse, studying, well that wasn’t gonna be any fun. She was obviously right because Raine was smiling right now and she actually seemed relaxed.
Raine laughed and gave a sheepish shrug as her friend staggered off, to a back corner of the room. Sam chuckled and then asked, “Civil War?”
“Basically, it’s two drunken idiots standing in front of each other. The object is to keep yourself from puking the longest.. Or completely covering the other guy in your vomit. Winner is the one still standing when their bottle is empty.”
Sam cringed. That was… definitely one thing he did not miss about college. The mindless drinking games.
This one, he found himself thinking, sounded particularly gross. He remembered that she hadn’t told him her name and he hadn’t told her his own, so he backtracked, flashing a grin.
Maybe she could tell him something.
… Oh come off it. You just want to talk to her, you’ve been sort of casually watching her all night…
… For good reason… you saw the shapeshifter watching her come in… if you could’ve gotten to it in time, this would all be over and you could be back at the hotel, watching shitty horror movie and tossing back a few with Dean…
“My name is Sam. What’s yours?”
It felt so good, breaking Dean’s big rule and telling her his actual name. He honestly meant to give her the name on his fake badge, but when his mouth opened, his real one came out.
Raine repeated his name, -so you won’t forget it if you get lucky enough to scream it later, she quickly shoved that thought out of her head because she was not that kind of girl, and Sam asked her again what her name was.
“It’s Raine.”
“Raine.. I like that.” Sam happened to spot the shapeshifter again, in the crowd and suddenly, this urge just took over. The need to get her out of the party, take her out of the shapeshifter’s radar took over and Sam nodded to the door. “Want to take a walk with me, Raine?”
Raine mulled it over. With all the girls going missing on campus, she wasn’t entirely sure that was the best idea, then again to be fair, coming out tonight probably hadn’t been either. … But the guy looks harmless and he’s so tall… Big.. Strong… If something did happen, I have no doubt in my mind he’d protect me…. While the more rational parts of her mind argued, …. What if he is the something bad that will happen?…..
Raine went with her gut and nodded, but glanced at the table of candied apples. “Okay, but first, I’m getting myself one of those. I don’t want this party to be a total booze filled bust.” she started to walk towards the refreshment table, stopping to look back at him, beckoning for him.
Sam bit his lip and started to walk towards her, easily catching up to her in the crowd, his hand resting against the small of her back as he came to a stop behind her at the table filled with treats and candy and booze.
“Okay, alright.” he chuckled, leaning down and in slightly so he could whisper against her ear. He saw the shapeshifter lurking, obviously lying in wait.
That shapeshifter was going to have to wait a while. And it wouldn’t be getting Raine, Sam had already gotten this in his head.
Raine grabbed for a candied apple and as soon as she had it in her hands, she took a big bite, groaning in satisfaction as the sugary sweet rush hit her tongue. “I haven’t had one of these since I was twelve.”
Sam eyed the apple and then her mouth. Juice ran down the corners of her mouth, and he bit his lip, leaning in to wipe it off as he laughed. “Do I need to leave you alone with that?”
“Nah, I’m good. Just a girl who loves her junk food. So, about that walk. I’m ready to get outta here when you are, big guy.”
Sam linked arms with her, leading her towards the door right as he saw the shapeshifter making it’s way out the door on the side of the building, like it was intent on lying in wait in the alley. Sam smirked to himself. If that shapeshifter even thought he was about to get his hands on her, it was dead wrong.
Just as they rounded the corner, the shapeshifter stepped out, stopping in front of Sam, a smirk on his face.
“Sam Winchester. I believe I owe you for Oregon. But I’ll get to you shortly. Right now,” he nodded to Raine, who Sam had moved behind him, out of the shapeshifter’s immediate reach, “I’m here for her.”
“You know my ex?” Raine groaned as she looked from Tommy -or the thing currently wearing Tommy’s body, to Sam. “Tommy, don’t you have some bimbo to be on top of right now?”
“Aw, c’mon hon.”
“Tommy, get fucked. It’s over.”
“It’s not over til I say.” the shapeshifter stepped forward and when it did, Sam didn’t think, he just brandished the silver blade, smirking when the shapeshifter eyed it and then him. “The only way you’re getting to her, Albert, is through me.”
“His name isn’t Albert, it’s Tommy. And if he doesn’t get the entire fuck away from us I’m gonna punch him right in the cock, I swear to fuck.” Raine tried to step out from behind Sam, intent on settling this mess for herself like usual, but Sam’s arm shot out, stopping her. “You don’t understand, Raine. This thing is not your ex. This thing is a shapeshifter. And he’s about to join his brother.”
“Hey, whoa.. No need to go all stabby.” Raine was starting to panic a little, looking from man to man. When ‘Tommy’ opened his mouth and she saw the razors that served as teeth, Raine screamed and did the only thing that came to mind, bolting.
She couldn’t just leave Sam behind. She found herself stopping just around the corner, out of sight, watching in fear as the Sam fought what she believed to be her ex. When it changed to a snarling and angry gray wolf, she screamed and she didn’t think, she just grabbed the silver blade she’d seen Sam waving around that he’d lost during the scuffle. Running over, she lodged it between the shoulderblades of the animal and as it turned to dust, she screamed until Sam sprang up from the ground, pulling her against him so she didn’t have to look at the thing anymore.
She was shaking so hard Sam thought she’d shake apart.
He tilted up her chin. “It’s okay, you’re okay. That was good aim.”
“That was me, afraid a nice guy was about to get fuckin eaten right in front of me.” Raine’s eyes darted to the pile of dust that remained and she swallowed hard. “You’re not just some student…. Are you?”
Sam shook his head and swallowed hard. “Nope.. My brother and I, we… Hunt this stuff.”
He grimaced as the adrenaline from the fight wore off and he felt a dull throbbing in his arm. If she hadn’t stabbed the shapeshifter when she had, it could have turned into him.
And it would’ve gone straight to Dean because Dean killed it’s pack leader back in Oregon.
Raine’s eyes widened as she saw his arm. She grabbed hold of his hand, starting to drag him towards campus housing. “Where are we going?”
“We can’t take you to the ER or campus security without a whole lot of questions, okay? Lucky for you, stud, I’m a nursing student and I keep a fully stocked first aid kit up in my dorm.”
“Lucky for me, indeed.” Sam muttered as he let her sneak him up the back stairs and onto her floor. They stopped at her door and she dug out a key with shaky hands. Sam pressed against her a little from behind and she looked up at him over her shoulder as the door swung open. He stepped into the room and Raine grabbed the first aid kit, gently pushing him to sit on the bed.
She sat on the edge of his knees, and Sam took off the suit’s jacket. He tore the sleeve away from his shirt and Raine giggled, despite the serious nature of everything she’d just seen.
“What’s so funny, huh?”
“You did that like one of those guys on Magic Mike. Ignore me, I’m… still in shock I guess.” Raine opened the first aid kit and the scent of candied apple on her lips, the situation they just came through, all of it combined and made Sam lean in a little, cupping her cheek, making her stop what she was doing to look at him.
“Are you going to kiss me or not, Sam?”
“Do you want me to kiss you, Raine?”
“Well, I mean you did just save my ass out there…” she leaned in boldly, closing the distance between their lips. Sam groaned as the taste of candied apple filled his mouth and Raine shifted closer to his body, her legs wrapping around his waist as her fingers tangled in his hair.
“I’m not gonna see you again, am I?” she asked him as the kiss broke, a pout forming as all he could do was shrug because honestly, he didn’t know…
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On With The Show… chapter 2/heaven (part2)
Word count- 1,811
Warnings- a lil sexual,drugs,drinking,curse words? Still don’t know what else to list
A/N- feedback is appreciated, thanks for giving me a chance (if you read it) also i tried different POVs, let me know what you think.
Blair’s POV
Blow? Thats cocaine isn’t it? I look up at Nikki and he’s waiting for me to answer “Sure, sure, yeah why not? I’ll do some uhh blow.” Nikki claps his hands and walks over to a table with a silver tray on it, white powder everywhere and straws. Cocaine for the first time tonight, this wasn’t in my plans but hey, this is Motley fucking Crue I’m with right now. Tommy sits down beside Nikki and I sit down as well, Nikki gets it all ready, the lines, there’s like 6. I’m doing a lot of firsts and it’s kind of really exciting. “Ladies first” Nikki smirks, pushing the tray towards me, oh, great. Here goes nothing, I look up at him, my hair cascades around me, he nods for me to go ahead and i pick up the small straw and set it, Tommy starts laughing and I feel myself getting hot all over “You’ve never done this have ya?” he asks through giggles. I shake my head, embarrassed. “It’s whatever” Nikki says, frowning at Tommy, he turns back to face me. “Here, like this.” he leans down and demonstrates, he looks up at me after doing three in a row. “Now you, try it” he says while sniffling.
I mimic his actions and snort up the white powder. It feels weird, snorting something up your nose when most of the time people try to avoid that. Nikki smiles “Great job! Tommy…” he says, pushing the tray over to his friend. Tommy does it and Nikki takes what’s left on his finger and licks it. He grins and wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Like it?” I just nod, my mom would not be proud but whatever, it’ll be ok. It’s just this one time.
2 hours later we’re sitting on the couch again. Nikki is looking at me, his eyes twinkle and he smiles “You’re very pretty…’ he trails off, his eyes linger on me and I feel the butterflies in my stomach become a zoo. “Thank you I-” he cuts me off with a kiss, I'm shocked at first but slowly get into it. He grabs my body, pulling me into his lap, his hands move up into my hair, his fingers tangling and tugging. The cocaine, alcohol and I think weed, were all doing their magic.
The night became a blur, I drank more than I had ever drank in my entire life, did drugs I never thought I would do and made out with Nikki Sixx. Regrets? None.
The next morning I wake up, my head pounding, I squint my eyes as I try to figure out where I am. Someone’s room… my heart starts pounding just as hard as my head is, oh noo, oh shit, what did I do last night?! I look down at me under the sheets, dress on, panties on, bra, ok ok. Fully clothed, that’s a good sign. Who’s room though? I look around some more, dark walls, vodka bottles, Jack Daniel’s bottles, sunglasses on the dresser. I try to stand up but end up getting dizzy and almost fall, “woah there!” says a deep monotone voice, Mick. He steadys me and sits me down, “You’re up, finally” he sighs and hands be a glass of water and three pills. “This will help” I take them and look at them for a second “Don’t worry, kid, I’m not drugging you anymore than what you’ve already had.” I feel like I can’t talk so I just nod and pop them in my mouth, taking a big drink of water. “So umm, what happened last night?” I ask softly, scared of what I’m about to hear.
Mick looks at me, his face has a small frown on it. “Nothing too bad, I can tell it was your first time doing all that shit though, not very smart but hey, I’m not judging you. Did you have fun?” I think about it for a second, not remembering much. I remember doing cocaine, smoking some, drinking lots. But that’s about it. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I did.” He laughs “Don’t remember much, do ya?” I shake my head. “Eh, like I said, nothing too bad, I think you Nikki almost…” he clears his throat and shakes his head. “I brought you in here with Tommy’s help once I saw you were too far gone. I went in to get more booze and…” he pauses again and that makes me nervous, “anyways I brought you in here, don’t worry, I slept on the couch.” I sigh and nod “Thank you Mr. Mars” “Mick. just Mick, I’m not that fucking old” He huffs and grabs a bottle of vodka, taking a swig from it “And it’s no problem, are you hungry?” I nod, “Cool, I’ve got some extra clothes that don’t fit me anymore, I’m sure they’ll fit you for the most part, bathroom is over there, towel is set out for you. We’ll leave in 20.”
Mick’s POV
Something about this girls just clicks with me. I haven’t known her long but the little bit of time that we did spend together was pretty nice. I normally don’t like talking to strangers but the fact that she was so willing to listen to everything I had to say and actually took it all in. It was nice. The clothes I gave her are actually ones that i was going to give to my daughter but she didn’t want them. I think they’re pretty cool but I can’t wear them, hopefully they fit her.
15 minutes later she comes out of the bathroom, I don’t mean to smile but it happens. “Does it look ok?” she asks, looking at herself in the mirror. Leather pants, black lacing all the way down the sides of each leg and one of our band shirts, the shirt is a little big for her but she tied it up in a side knot. She’s also wearing the heels she wore last night and her hair up in a ponytail. “You look fine, kid, now let's go get some lunch”
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When we arrive at the diner, I see a first. Nikki is the first one here. I look at Blair’s face and her cheeks have gone a rosy pink, maybe she does remember her little make out session with Nikki before I let it go further in the middle of that room. Something told me that if she was sober, she wouldn't have done that. Nikki is sipping on a coke, three little jack’s bottles sitting on the table. He nods at us and his eyes linger on Blair, for some reason it’s not something I like. Maybe it’s because I know how he is.... He winks at her as we sit down and you can tell she’s confused but flattered, so maybe she doesn’t remember.
Blair’s POV
I got this weird feeling in my stomach when I saw him again, like a movie this flash of him being all over me went through my head but there’s no way that happened. My brain probably made it up because of everything I took last night. Once Mick and I sit down, he winks at me. I feel myself getting hot all over, again, for the millionth time. The waitress takes our drink order, Mick, vodka, I didn’t even know they served that here. I just got some coke, the drinking kind. She quickly just makes sure they are all getting their usual, the vodka makes sense now, and I just order some fries. Nikki’s smirk makes me feel some kind of way “Did you have fun last night? I sure did”. Not remembering much makes this question hard to answer “Yeah, lots of fun. It was great” he chuckles “Good you’ve got a great voice”. My eyes go wide, “I- I sang?” he just nods, smiling. Mick looks at me “You’re going to have to let me hear you sometime.”
“Her singing? Oh hell yeah! It was awesome dude!” Tommy exclaims from behind Mick, startling him and making him roll his eyes. Tommy sits beside Nikki, “Vince says he’ll meet us at the studio.” They all just nod, I guess they know why without saying. Our food comes “Thanks Dottie” Nikki gives her a smile, Tommy nods at the Dottie “Usual, thanks sweetheart”. She nods and leaves. We all start eating, Tommy steals some of my fries “Hope you don’t mind, love” I shake my head and push it closer to him. “You can come with us after, if you want to, we’re heading to the studio” Mick offers. “Ride with me” Nikki says with a sniffle. I nod “Of course I want to” giggling I look at Nikki “I’ll ride with you…” the look on his face is happy and excited? Nikki Sixx, happy about me riding with him? It must all be in my head. “If…” He narrows his eyes, focused on my face “you let me play your bass” I finish and he chuckles “No problem! Consider it done”, his hand reaches over the table to shake mine. I go to shake his hand but he brings it up to his lips, kissing it. He seems amused by my red cheeks and let’s it go. “Thanks Nikki” I say, laughing a little. Tommy gets his food, he quickly eats it. “Let’s go! I wanna make stuff!” Tommy basically jumps out of his seat. Mick grimaces and stands up. They both head out to their cars. Nikki looks at me, “Ready to go?” I nod and get up, even with my heels I’m way shorter than him. He looks me up and down “I like your clothes, fit right in” He smiles and puts his arm around me, leading me to his car.
Nikki starts driving, music playing. He keeps glancing over at her, she’s staring out the window rolled down making her ponytail fly behind her. This is weird for him, he feels like Tommy now, he tries to focus on the road. Something about her makes him want to spend more time with her. He keeps going back to the time they spent alone last night, he knows she was probably too fucked up to remember but he does, he hopes that one day it can happen again but with her sober enough to remember.
Blair has to keep her eyes on the outside world as he drives. She feels stupid, getting all these feelings while being with him, slowly but surely she seems to start remembering last night. She can’t believe that the bad boy rock star, is who she’s falling for. Girls would kill to have this opportunity, it seems different than being just a groupie, she didn’t sleep with him. He’s being, nice. Everything she ever dreamed about, it’s different. Hopefully this will last.
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MLC Ch: 3
The Cream of Friendship
Cream usually took it upon herself to drive Emilia and her to work in the evenings, but the first job that Emilia had wasn’t Cream’s. No, Emilia had gotten the job at the cute cafe a couple blocks from her current apartment when she first moved to town and lived on campus with Cream; while Cream found a job at another venue that paid a little better but had late nights, and had convinced Emilia to join her.
This little slice of calm before the storm always prepared Emilia for the nights to come, especially since the later afternoons were easy and closing was a cinch. Emilia worked herself up to be the closing manager while Wave, the morning manager, had been a part of the company for many years and hadn’t advanced any farther than that.
She was only slightly bitter, though Emilia had tried being nice to her every chance they got. Don’t get her wrong, Wave the purple swallow wasn’t mean, she was just… intimidating. She was a tall woman with ice blue eyes that was striking against her dark purple feathers. Though, what seemed to be the most intimidating for Emilia was the flame tattoos that traveled up her arms and disappeared into the sleeves of her shirt.
She rubbed her own arms gently every time she saw the tattoos. They were really cool, don’t get her wrong, but apparently Wave got them while she was in prison for moving some drugs during the Egg Wars , which is what the last long term conflict with Eggman had been dubbed for history. Wave served a couple years before the war ended, but Emilia didn’t want to disclose that she had been a part of the group who had founded the Babylon Rogues operation and arrested them.
Granted, she was a part of the Freedom fighter then, a lot smaller, with brighter pink fur, and quills that stuck up in all directions-- but, it would be awkward, ya know?
Anyways, they didn’t get along super well, and Wave was a decent person trying to find a new way in life and was fortunate enough to get the job she has. Point is: she’s intimidating and Emilia still doesn’t know how to talk to her, even after nearly 3 ½ years at the job.
Cream had joked before that maybe Emilia was bisexual because of how nervous and awkward she got around Wave, and to curb more suspicion Emilia agreed that maybe she was. And hell, maybe she was, she hadn’t experimented yet and have you seen girl’s they’re so pretty.
Emilia shook her head, frowning at her strange train of thought and picked up a box of packaged coffee beans ready to be ground. It had been resealed after she finished stocking the shelves in the back along with the rows in the front of the store, still though the box was rather full.
Emilia picked it up with ease, and Sonia the Hedgehog whistled from behind her.
“It still amazes me how you’re so strong.” Sonia mentioned casually, Emilia hid her blush like she usually had to when Sonia was around. Yeah, Sonia the hedgehog-- Sonic’s older sister, and the only one in Empire City (aside from Manic but Emilia never saw him so he doesn’t count) who knew her identity. It was purely happenstance that they worked together, in fact it was Sonia who interviewed Emilia when she first arrived.
Sonia had been more than willing to keep the secret, even helped Emilia get the job.
“Well, ya know.” Emilia shrugged, Sonia knew but the others who worked regularly with Emilia knew of her second job.
“I bet, you’re the backbone of that place, Emi.” Jian, the white tiger said moving past the two pink hedgehogs. Jian was the tallest member of their establishment, but she was rather quiet and mostly lingered some days as she was the store manager.
Jian was very excited when she found out Emilia was a stripper, much to Emilia's own embarrassment.
“Jian, the other dancers are very good, too.” Emilia chastised, stamping down the blush rising in her cheeks.
Jian laughed easily then, taking the box out of Emilia’s hands. “C’mon, Emi, you’re the only one I’ve seen do flips in the air and land like a fairy in those platforms.”
“And stilettos.” She smiled shyly, but seeing the idea behind Jian’s praises.
“Exactly! Emilia, I can’t even begin to describe to you how difficult shit like that is.”
Sonia snickered at Emilia’s shocked face, before the younger pink hedgehog gave an irritated eye to Sonia.
“Oh, right.” Jian’s jade green eyes moved down to Wave, who was in the front wiping down the counter. “Wave, you were supposed to be out of here at 5.”
Wave stalled, giving a slight shrug. “Well, you guys were busy and there was plenty for me to do up here-”
“Get your ass out of here.”
Sonia snickered again and Jian’s eyes moved to hers. Arms still tense from holding the heavy box. “You too, Hedgehog.” Sonia opened her mouth but closed it immediately, smiling at Emilia.
“Good luck tonight, Rose.” she winked. Emilia’s face blushed scarlet at the use of her name, surname and stage name.
Yeah, she wasn’t very creative…
Cream was in front of the cafe at 7:30 sharp, her little red car playing music a little too loud as she sat texting on her phone.
Jian gave Amy a well meaning smile as the two locked up the cafe and parted ways.
“Heads up, Fiona has requested that we have a theme for tonight. Some of the other girls are thinking wild wild west. ” Cream warned Emilia as she slipped into the car, Emilia placed her bag in the back of Cream’s car, having had a chance to stop by her apartment earlier to grab her clothes and drop off homework.
“Gross.” Emilia commented. “Why not outer space?”
“Oooo, that’s good. Dress all sexy with glittery outfits--” Emilia cut Cream off.
“I was thinking more like aliens.” Cream gave the other girl a deadpanned look.
“Of course you were.” Cream pulled out of the parking spot and sped through downtown. “Why not dress like one of the galaxies while you’re at it.”
“You could dress up like the sun.” Emilia commented, Cream scoffed.
“The only light I am is in your life , Rose.”
Emilia’s shoulders tensed at the name. She should’ve came up with a better stage name, honestly.
“I’m thinking of changing my stage name.” Emilia watched the city lights go by as the sky was already dark.
“Whyyyyy would you do that? Rose is so cute!”
Emilia placed her chin in her hand; “yeah, I guess it is.”
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“This is not a cohesive theme girls.” Fiona Fox, the wife of the owner and one of the dancers of the club pinched the bridge of her nose as the girls in the changing room had ideas all over the place (thanks to Emilia but that’s not important).
Fiona and Carrotia had committed to the wild wild west ; Carrotia the Rabbit (not related to Cream) was Fiona’s shadow, always following her around, always doing the dirty work or her bidding, basically she was Fiona #2. Fiona wasn’t dancing tonight, but she was dressed like one of the show girls with her corset tightened where it looked painful to breathe, adorned with a little feather in her hair.
Carrotia on the other hand went for the “sexy cowboy” look with assless chaps and a loose fitting cowboy hat.
Blair, a purple cat with a red jewel in the center of her forehead, had an Arabian dancer theme for the evening with a red bra that had gold accents and a similar thong.
Mira, the yellow mongoose that had a red haired wig as a part of her costume, had a similar outfit that Blair had but with blue and silver accents instead of the ruby reds of Blair’s.
Cream went with a red riding hood look; complete with the short dress that wasn’t even considered a dress, and a tear away front of white frills. The red cape was tied daintily around her throat.
Emilia was, as she had suggested before: an alien, though Cream was currently helping put the washable fur dye into her fur as Emilia focused on her makeup. Fiona and Carrotia shot a glare at the pair, seeing as Emilia was usually the one causing mischief among the dancers with Cream to help.
Blair and Mira were usually paired together, which made sense as they were hired at the same time. Emilia and Cream got along with them really well (probably because Cream had great hiding places but that’s besides the point).
“Are you two even done yet?” Carrotia snapped at the two of them. “If you’re not gonna coordinate with us the least you could do is be ready on time.”
Cream looked at the analog clock on the wall above the mirrors and makeup counters. She then gave Carrotia a frown and pointed at the clock.
“We’ve still got 15 minutes chill the heck out.” Cream rolled her eyes and went back to putting the red temporary fur dye in Emilia’s fur. Emilia on the other hand was busy putting silver eye shadow on her eyelids and green lipstick on, when Cream was done with the quills Emilia donned a cute little headband with red antenna on them.
Carrotia, during that time though, was staring at the analog clock. Hard. Trying to read it.
“Fine, fine!” Cream groaned out, throwing down the now empty bottle of dye. Thankfully, Emilia was mostly covered-- Cream didn’t have to worry about certain parts of Emilia. Emilia, instead of being a pink hedgehog, was now a red furred alien hedgehog with a cute silver rip away dress.
Cream shoved her heels on, glittery red things that were 7 inches tall-- taller than Carrotia’s at least, which Cream was more than happy to look down on the other rabbit with most days.
“You curse all the time why do you say ‘heck’ ?” Emilia asked Cream while also putting her own silver boots on, the heel wasn’t as intimidating as Cream's, but they were tall boots that ended above her knee.
Cream smiled at her friend. Giving a small laugh as she said: “Be-because,” she took a breath to steady herself. “Because I don’t fucking like the word Hell. ”
Cream started laughing, and even Mira giggled a bit. Carrotia rolled her eyes, checking her phone for the time as Fiona had gone out to the audience already to introduce the dancers for the evening.
Cream and Emilia stood up nearly at the same time, taking each others hands as Blair and Mira took theirs as well.
“Show time?” Cream asked them.
“Show time!” the purple cat and yellow mongoose cheered.
Emilia nodded, eyes focused on the door way out onto the stage, her heart thrummed like it did every time before she started dancing.
“Show time.”
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“Shameless War Criminal Bloody British Bastard Blair” Lectures the World on Military Strategy, With No Word of the Deceit He Engineered For an Illegal Assault on Iraq 🇮🇶, Syria 🇸🇾 and Afghanistan 🇦🇫
— 6 September, 2021 | RT
Former War Criminal Bloody British British PM Tony Blair sees himself as a colossus on the world stage – climate hero, peace maker and thinker for our times – seemingly unaware that many people view him as a ‘War Criminal’ who deserves to be put on trial and throw him behind bars to “Stay, Rest, Rot and Burn in Hell Forever.”
Since he left high office in 2007, there really is no subject in the world on which Tony Blair is reluctant to express an opinion on, buoyed by an unsinkable self-belief and an apparently total absence of self-awareness.
He’s convinced that a huge appetite exists for his latest musings, that French President Emmanuel Macron is desperate for his help in tackling the radical Islamist problems of the Sahel, that US President Joe Biden lies awake at night asking himself, ‘What would Tony do?’ and that the British public has forgotten he took the country into a catastrophic war against Iraq that both the United Nations and even his own government inquiry determined was illegal.
His acquiescence to US demands for an attack on Saddam Hussein earned Blair the US Medal of Freedom from George Bush and 20 years of opprobrium from the British public, which has only increased as the years have passed on par with his own immense personal wealth. A poll in 2017 found a third of the British public would like to see Blair put on trial as a war criminal.
But that’s not something the ex-PM likes to dwell upon. So his speech to the Royal United Services Institute (RUSI), almost 20 years to the day since the terrorist attacks of 9/11, made no mention of what followed those unforgettable events: dodgy dossiers, suggestions of bunkers full of weapons of mass destruction or of the purposeful lying to the British people.
Rather than learn any lessons from recent history, like when to wage war, Blair’s appetite is clearly undiminished, as he moaned, “Western societies and their political leaders have become quite understandably, deeply averse to casualties amongst our Armed Forces.” This, in his view, had become, “an overwhelming political constraint to any commitment to Western boots on the ground, except for Special Forces.”
It’s all Biden’s fault apparently. Blair said, “It is clear now – if it wasn't before – that America has decided that for the foreseeable future, it has a very limited appetite for military engagement.”
‘First order security threat’ akin to revolutionary communism: Afghan war didn’t solve radical Islam, Tony Blair says. War Criminal Bloody British Bastard don’t like to talk about “Radical Christians Terrorists, Radical Saffron Hindu Terrorists, Radical God’s Fucked-up People Zionist Cunt Terrorists,” because they can give him a deep f*** and stop paying him to propagate spew filth against Muslims.
Well, yes, Mr. Former Prime Minister, it is true that the Americans have made no secret of the fact that they are sick of fighting ‘forever wars’. But us Brits also do not like to see the lives of young men and women who have signed up to serve their country sacrificed at the altar of political self-aggrandisement. We are now a little less gullible, a little less obliging when it comes to fighting unwinnable, neverending battles and somewhat more suspicious of our glory-seeking political leaders. And that’s all largely down to one person. You.
It’s strange Blair doesn’t acknowledge this. One thing’s certain, he knows his geopolitics; hell, he even has his own eponymous ‘global institute’ packed with researchers, academics and leading experts to tell him what to think and say about the key issues of our time. With one exception. Do. Not. Mention. Iraq.
The exclusion of that country’s name from the conversation is obvious. In looking forward, Blair said that Europe – insisting “for these purposes Britain is part of Europe like it or not” – faced an immediate challenge from the destabilisation of the Sahel and was “already facing the fallout from Libya, Syria and elsewhere in the Middle East.” Err, by ‘elsewhere in the Middle East’ could Blair possibly mean Iraq? Probably, but let’s not risk spoiling a pleasant chat.
And in the face of that perceived threat, which in the Sahel until now has been largely handled by France, Blair asked, “How do Europe and NATO develop the capability to act when America is unwilling?”
Blair clearly sees military action as an imperative – I’m not sure everyone else agrees – but he also thinks the capacity of Western policymakers to think strategically needs to be reinvigorated.
“For me, one of the most alarming developments of recent times has been the sense the West lacks the capacity to formulate strategy,” he said. “That its short term political imperatives have squeezed the space for long term thinking.
It is this sense more than anything else which gives our allies anxiety and our opponents a belief our time is over.”
Now the picture is starting to become clearer. While Western governments are distracted from war by the need to focus on rebuilding economies, fighting worldwide health crises and seemingly perpetual election cycles which inhibit their ability to think long-term, they need big thinkers, top-shelf statesmen and global heavy hitters to work out how to bomb the citizens of far-off places into oblivion through drone strikes, how to convince a sceptical public that it’s a good idea to send servicemen and women to their deaths and – most importantly of all – how to create the right PR buzz around those decisions, so that everyone feels comfortable about falling into line.
Those Western governments need men just like Tony Blair. He’s free most afternoons, if you’d like to schedule a Zoom call. Just don’t mention the war (on Iraq).
“War Criminal, Boak Bollocks Bloody British Bastard Tony Blair” calls US Afghanistan withdrawal ‘imbecilic’ – What, then, was the Bush-Blair invasion of 2001?
— Neil Clark is a journalist, writer, broadcaster and blogger. His award winning blog can be found at www.neilclark66.blogspot.com. He tweets on politics and world affairs @NeilClark66
— August 22, 2021 | RT
War Criminals Bush and Blair met in Washington to discuss the ongoing operations in Afghanistan, November 7, 2001. © REUTERS/Win McNamee
“Serial Warmonger and War Criminal Bloody British Bastard Tony Blair” has blasted the US decision to pull out from Afghanistan, but history tells us the real madness was invading the unconquerable country in the first place.
Former UK Prime Minister Tony Blair –aka ‘The Blair Creature’– is not a happy bunny this Sunday, folks. He has said that the decision to withdraw western forces from Afghanistan was made “in obedience to an imbecilic slogan about ending the ‘forever wars’.”
What he calls the US’ ‘abandonment’ of Afghanistan was “tragic, dangerous and unnecessary.”
In fact we could say the same about Tony Blair himself – and certainly the wars of choice he promoted.
Imbecilic? That’s the perfect word to describe what happened in October 2001 when Afghanistan was invaded in response, we were told, to the terrorist attacks of 9/11, even though none of the terrorists were Afghan nationals.
Had Blair read just a little bit of history, he would have pursued an exclusively diplomatic path to try and get Osama Bin Laden handed over and not have been so keen to send in the troops.
As I wrote in the Daily Express in 2009 in an article entitled ’Afghanistan: History repeats itself,’ “‘That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons of history,’ said Aldous Huxley. Nowhere is this more applicable than in the case of the many unsuccessful attempts by foreign powers to conquer Afghanistan.”
I went on: “The mighty forces of the British Empire failed three times between 1839 and 1919. The Soviet Union, which at the time had the largest army in the world, tried in 1979: they too were defeated.”
But in 2001, Blair and the then American President George W. Bush thought they would buck the trend. They could topple the Taliban (which they did) and remake Afghanistan – a deeply conservative and very religious country – in the western secular image. Afghanistan would be transformed from a ‘failed terror state’ into a ‘functioning democracy.’ What folly. What imperial arrogance.
Today, Blair is busily trying to spin the invasion of 2001 as a ‘success.’ But, while some things did improve, 'Operation Enduring Freedom' certainly didn’t bring peace to Afghanistan.
According to the UN Assistance Mission in Afghanistan, 579 civilians were killed in aerial operations between January and September 2019. That’s more than double the amount ten years earlier. Nearly 111,000 civilians have been killed or injured in the country since 2009.
Far from bringing stability, the 2001 western military invasion, just like the 2003 invasion of Iraq, was a major cause of instability.
I recall chatting to a friendly Afghan taxi driver a couple of years ago and saying to him how I’d love to visit the country to see its great natural beauty. “Don’t go,” he said. “It‘s far too dangerous. You would be targeted.”
So much for Afghanistan being ‘safe’ post-invasion.
Whenever the US withdrew, we would have had scenes of chaos. But the Americans had to pull-out at some point otherwise its forces would have been in Afghanistan forever. That doesn’t seem to concern ‘The Blair Creature’ too much. ‘Forever wars’ aren’t a great problem to him or indeed the ‘Inside the Tent‘ political and media figures who promote them. They are, though, for the soldiers who die in them, and for their grieving families.
‘But the US and British forces could have stayed in a support role,’ we’re hearing. But, as was pointed out last week, there is a word for countries whose governments only endure because of foreign military support. The word is “colony.”
Blair and his supporters are tacitly admitting that Afghanistan, billed as a ‘sovereign democratic country’, was actually a colony. I thought ‘imperialism’ was supposed to be a bad thing that we’re all supposed to be ashamed of. So why is it ok when it comes to Afghanistan?
Afghanistan is virtually impossible for foreign powers to subjugate. There’s its hostile terrain, its harsh weather, its fiercely independent people who are very brave, very tough and are highly skilled in mountain warfare. But anyone who’d read the history books would have known all this and not intervened in the first place.
Tony Blair, with his Messiah complex, thought he’d be different. He could succeed in Afghanistan where other, lesser mortals had failed. But the ‘new’ neocon empire met with exactly the same result as the old empire did. Wasn’t it ‘imbecilic’ to think it would be any different?
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Spoiler alert: If you haven’t seen and are interested in seeing the movie, “altered states” without knowing the outcome, this kinda sorrrrta gives it away... read at your own discretion.)
Oh no... altered states. Well, it is Saturday night, so I guess it’s ok...
William hurt..... what? He hurt, a goat, by eating it alive, while he was a caveman, in this movie from 1980. Ok, he didn’t. His character did though. professor Edward Jessup did all that craziness, just to find himself.
I was younger, so I didn’t see it in the theater, but holy crazy fish behind him, peyote tea and native men’s spit and his blood drinking shit! This movie, is freaky fantastic! William hurt and Blair Brown? Awesome. And my favorite, his red headed bearded friend from “hill street blues” that screams at him the entire movie. I think that he has screamed in every movie I’ve ever seen him in... wait! I have to look up his name.... please hold... ok, he’s got a really cool name. He’s Charles Maurice Haid III. That’s badass! He’s a 3rd! Not of a man, he is a 3rd generation him! That’s cool! I mean that sincerely. I’m up to the 6th or 7th version of myself. We all develop and evolve over time. But in this movie, William Hurt did not evolve. He devolved. Look:
This is what happens when you don’t move with your personal evolution. Not so pretty. No offense to him, or the actor double. But you become, insane, and upset with other drivers on the road with you, or, in this case, turn into a Neanderthal, break into a zoo, and eat a goat. It shows up differently in us all. For me, it’s the feeling of being stuck, and stifled in my present life situation, usually having to do with my creativity.
I was an actor/singer/performer for around 20 years. It was a thing I did, and will always be a part of the whole of me. Then, after my son was born, I ventured into the world of interior design, first apprenticing a tad, and then, jumped straight in with both feet. Then, I did all kinds of things to try to avoid my creative performance roots. I drew, I danced (a form of performance I love, but professionally? Not stretchy, strong or versed enough...) but, I loved it just the same, and dickered with the idea of being a teacher of an aspect of it. All of these things I say to tell you, the reader, that I am lost, like a lot of people feel. I am a woman who left a whole host of things I have once done, in disappointment, and am now once again, reevaluating my place in society, and the world as a whole.
When I was in high school I secretly always wanted to be an actor. Well, not so secrectly to some, but I got rejected for the first audition I took in high school. It was “the wiz”. They took one look at me, and I was a no. I never auditioned for any plays after that in high school. I am a pretty resolute person. Also, fairly pig headed about rejection. “Oh, you don’t want me?! Well then... bye!” As long as I can remember, I’ve always been like that.
So yeah, I’m kinda a scaredy-cat. Cause rejection hits me hard. So hard sometimes I can’t look back at it easily. Somehow I got back into acting. I think it was due to a conversation I had with a good friend named bob. He helped me get back into the game, after spending 2 years in my home, hiding.
I started my career slowly, but I worked steadily. The jobs were good, some more fun than others, but somewhere deep inside I’d me never felt satiated with just one thing. I was pretty envious of people who worked in their jobs, for years, feeling good that they chose the right path. I felt pretty much like an outsider most of my life. And sometimes it’s really hard to blend in, when your beliefs dictate otherwise. Looking back I’m pretty sure I was the reason for my demise everywhere, with my attitude about what I was doing, but regret doesn’t serve anyone, so I’m deciding to look back more neutrally these days. It was was it was, and it’s gotten me to where I am, and who I’ve become, now.
Professor Edward Jessup was a professor of psychology in the movie, “altered states”. I toyed with the idea of becoming a sexologist (not a joke) for a brief stint. I had a great professor in college that was encouraging, and one himself. I knew, deep down, that I would be bored, even though sex was cool, but performing is what I wanted to do ever since I was little. But as you grow, you evolve, and change, and become more, and different even if you decide to do the same thing you’re whole life.
I’m a semi restless person sometimes. I get bored easily. I want more, and fun, always if I can help it. I’ve just become this more recently, the “demanding of fun” part. Cause I figure it’s important to be that way, for me, and everyone around me on a daily basis. And fun, can lead to great ideas. So I write now. I write a ton, for myself, to myself. I explore me, and how I can create the me I’ve always wanted to be. I’ve decided to look at 2020 differently. Yes, on a way it was not the greatest, but I feel like it was definitely a win for me, because I have learned the subtleties of myself; what I will accept and won’t, but also, how to still be a loving person throughout these situations. I still love and respect myself, but at the same time, all the people in which I’ve had differences of opinion, which is new for me. I’ve learned how to bring more peace to myself, in the midst of chaos. Am I perfect? Hell no, but it’s better. And that’s a promising trajectory for sure. So I’m still a scaredy-cat, but now with a semi decent coping mechanism... within myself.
professor Edward Jessup struggled in this movie to find the essence of who he really was. He was convinced that it was a secret locked within himself that needed to be extracted with gadgets, electrodes and an isolation tank. With peyote, and mystic tribal men, chanting. In his case, he found out a lot about himself, not all great, depending on your point of view. But one thing he did find, is love. His very brilliant and patient with his nut ball self wife, the saint, played by Blair Brown. They married, he left, she left, he went insane, but she never stopped caring about him. She was there for him, during his “evolution” into a loving person.
My life, isn’t dissimilar. I’ve evolved into a more that I now can fully appreciate. I do love, and I do care, even when that love isn’t reciprocated. And I do it for others for sure, but more importantly, much like professor Edward Jessup, who was no longer by the end of this movie, for myself because I want to feel good in my life. And I’ve finally decided that that feeling of love was more important than holding on to hurt....sometimes. You’re catching me in a fairly decent, lucid mood. 😉 But love is something that can heal the lost, and find you in a much better place, if you’re willing to recognize and embrace it. His wife was a willing participant in the love, and that support pulled him through.
Self love is where it starts, but love is a community thing, and the world of humanity is our shared community. So love is an experience better shared. With all this Covid crap, coupled with the fact that I’ve fallen out with 87% of the people in my life, I miss people. But it’s nice to know that there’s always another choice, and a chance to love. Love is universal, and love is a practice. I need more practice, but I’m getting there. I mean, it could be worse. I could be a live goat eating prehistoric man like William Hurt was. But if it does happen to me, I’ll be sure to try relish that the best I can too, cause you only live once as far as I know, so you may as well enjoy the ride, as fucked up as that would be. 🙈🤷♀️🤣
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