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#needed a day or so to process this lmao#he looks so happy#and that's all that matters really#hopefully he's treated better at his new club#mason mount#chels-#almost added the cheslea tag out of habit🥲#manchester united#mountsmasongifs
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Can you do little stories and scenarios of Bruce and a female reader. Her and Bruce have been together since birth, living in the Wayne manor (both of them had their parents unalived at the opera… yk how that goes). She’s this girl who’s constantly annoyed with Bruce 🙄 and Bruce is head over heels for her and would literally do anything and die for her in a heartbeat. She would too, it would just take a little more effort for her to be okay with dying for him🙄. (This is going to get very specific, hold on) They’ve been hooking up for years and Bruce always wants something more but the reader is always like 🙄🥱 “no Bruce”. Anyway, PLEASE WORK YOUR MAGIC🙏🙏 SO SPECIFIC I KNOW LMFAOOOO BUT PLEASE I HOPE YOU SEE THE VISION I HAVE ❤️🖤🙏🙌✨♾️💍🥹🌳🌴🎉
Secretive Stares | Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader
Words: 2.7k words
Warnings: Suggestive themes, implied friends with benefits, Bruce Wayne is one whipped guy, mentions of period and period pains, sort of angst? If you squint, really. If I let something out, please let me know!
A/N: Hey everyone! Happy New Year, first and foremost! I hope your holidays have been pleasant and you guys have had an amazing time!!
So, I just wanted to start by saying that I did not see the vision. I'm so, so, sorry. This was a very fun request, but I clearly did not see your vision, or I'd have written more, and something better. These type of relationships are not really my cup of tea, but I tried my best to step out of my comfort zone and give you what you deserved! I apologize if it did not live up to your expectations. I really did try my best and I hope you appreciate it!
Second of all, I'd just like to remind everyone that my requests are now open! I write for Bale!Bruce (duh), Nanami Kento and Miguel O'Hara. Hopefully in the future I'll be able to write other characters.
That's it! Again, thank you so much for the request, and I really hope you enjoy it!
You grew up with Bruce Wayne, which meant your childhood was anything but normal.
Mostly because not all kids grew up with the title of Gotham’s Prince and Princess. Most kids are normal, spending their time in classes, running around, completely carefree.
But not you two. You couldn’t afford to be careless and carefree. Having your parents shot that night at the opera made you two grow up quite quickly and become little adults rather than children. Alfred loved you both and your personalities of course, and he encouraged you to seek out the childhood he thought you deserved. In between classes and lessons from private tutors, he would try to get you to play outside, to create your own worlds and have fun. All he wanted was for the children he would raise as his own to be happy and unburdened.
And to be fair, he did achieve that, somehow.
You two grew up to be as thick as thieves, two birds of a feather. Wherever you were, Bruce was quick to follow, feeling more comfortable in your company. Alfred would try to convince him to spend some time on his own and make his own friends, but to no avail. He could see Bruce had a little schoolboy crush on you, and it always made him chuckle.
You didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings (but to be fair, you were quite young to know what those were), but always treated him like a close friend.
While you two attended Princeton, everyone was far too scared to treat Bruce like a real person. They’d treat you normally – after all, you integrated so well in the student life, making friends and picking up hobbies and clubs like it was no big deal. Even if it was something quiet and calm like the journalism club, you were always surrounded by people (who may or may not be as quiet as you).
Bruce, however, was alone most of the time. He tried making friends, truly, but it was hard. He couldn’t find someone he trusted as much as you, so he found himself having lunch by himself or studying alone at his dorm. People would treat him like he was made of glass, too nervous to call out any mistakes he might’ve made or even ask for help. But not you – you saw right through him and never felt the need to coddle him like everyone else.
“Can you please just focus?” You mumbled, pointing to the notebook in front of you. You had been trying to explain your Literature assignment to him, but he not only did not feel like it, but was also too distracted by you. Had you always looked this pretty? Clearly, but you seemed to radiate with something Bruce couldn’t quite pinpoint. Perhaps it was the frustration of not being able to teach him that made your eyes sparkle a bit more.
“Bruce, I swear to Gotham that if you do not listen to me, I’ll –“
“How about we stop for today, huh?” he asked, taking the pencil you were holding from your hands and putting it aside. “I think we’ve studied hard enough. We deserve some rest.”
“Yeah, I have been studying hard. You’ve been distracted the whole time and haven’t even thought about the topic for your essay. Seriously Bruce, how you’re a top student, I’ll never know.” You huffed. “The answer to your question is no, by the way.” You leaned over to get the pencil from him and shook your head. Now, where were we?"
Bruce just groaned and silently went back to work. He got an A+ on that assignment.
He’s always tried to be your knight in shining armour, no matter how many times you’ve told him you can handle yourself just fine. Any minor inconvenience will set his “Batman mode” off, and he’ll just feel the need to help you. There’s a spider in the kitchen? Worry not, Bruce Wayne is taking care of it (even though you had just rushed into his office to grab a sheet of paper so you could safely place it outside). Your car’s oil needs changing? Don’t panic, Bruce is doing the changing himself (even though you already had an appointment with the mechanic and knew what the problem was). The door to the guest room you usually stay in is locked? No big deal, because Bruce is going to do his best to jam it open (even if you were already doing it with a pair of bobby pins).
It annoys you to hell and back whenever Bruce tries to do things for you. You like his gestures, sure, when they don’t implicate you’re either a baby or unable to complete the simplest of tasks.
But Bruce would do anything for you. Literally everyone in Gotham knows that. He will drive to your apartment at 3am to deliver a tin of cookies and some sodas in case you were feeling down, would take you all the way to Paris in one afternoon just because you mentioned how pretty the Eiffel Tower must be as the sun sets, bought an entire chain of restaurants simply because the one you wanted to go to was full. He was completely whipped. If you asked him to take a bullet for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He would lay his life before you if it meant you would be happy.
You reciprocated. Sometimes, and not as easily as him. But still, it was something. Your comments were rather ambiguous. Sometimes you’d tell him straight up, others you’d weave the little mind games that he so much loved to play into.
One time, you were lying on your bed, internally dying as your period got the best of you. You were curled up with a bunch of blankets, waiting for your painkillers to have its intended effect, when you heard the door of your apartment being open. Bruce and Alfred were the only ones with a spare key, and you doubted the butler would want anything from you right now.
There was a gentle knock on your door. Not any kind of knock, his knock. Your secret knock from when the two of you were children had stood the test of time, and he still used it after all these years.
You were far too exhausted to see him. Your whole body was screaming out in pain, and you didn’t really feel like talking to your childhood best friend. No, all you wanted to do was cry your eyes out while your uterus did whatever the hell it did.
“Go away!” you yelled, rolling on your bed, and pressing your hands against your stomach, in an attempt to soothe the pain.
“Is everything okay in there?” Bruce sounded concerned, and part of you felt bad for wanting him to go away – after all, he came all the way over to your place just to check on you. Pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes, you groaned out, “Just leave! I’ll be fine, just go away!”
Ignoring your command, Bruce slowly opened the door to your bedroom, head peeking inside.
“I told you to go away!” You yelled, throwing a pillow in his direction, and failing miserably.
“Yes, and I decided to ignore you. I brought you something.” He walked inside, taking the time to pick the pillow up and place it next to you, before handing you the plastic bag he was holding.
Reluctantly, you peered inside, and your eyes widened.
Your favourite snacks. All of them, inside this small plastic bag. Bruce knew you better than you knew yourself and had gotten you everything you loved to munch on when you were feeling down, as well as a few of your favourite beverages.
“How – how did you?” you stuttered.
“Lucky guess. I thought either heartbreak or period, and there was a high chance it was either of them, so I stopped by the supermarket. Was I correct?”
You were already halfway through your favourite chocolate bar, nodding at him. “The latter.”
Bruce grimaced and sat at the end of your bed, looking at you.
You tried not to look at him, into those pretty brown eyes of his.
“You’re whipped, Bruce Wayne. This is something only a creep would do. I don’t show up and you come over with sweets?” you chuckle, before finally meeting his gaze. After a while you looked at the bag in front of you. It had been a very sweet gesture. And no matter how “whipped” he might seem, he’d pretty much just saved you from a day of moping around in endless pain and discomfort. “Thanks,” you said quietly. “I really appreciate these.”
Bruce only nodded and stood up.
“Where are you going?” you asked, finishing your chocolate bar.
“I don’t want to prolong my stay more than what’s necessary. Don’t want to annoy you too bad today.”
You bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged, looking at your sheets.
“If you want to, you can stay.”
“Really?”
You shrugged again.
“Eating all of this will probably make me super sick. I need someone to clean up my vomit.”
He chuckled, nodded, and sat back down.
In reality, you just wanted his company.
Whenever you’re lazing around in the Manor, you often find yourself putting on some of Bruce’s clothes. His hoodies, which are way comfier than yours and reach your knees, his dress shirts when it’s warmer outside, even his favourite slippers. You reason with him that “everything that’s his is ten times more comfortable”. At first, he tried to fight you and banter back tenfold, but after a while, he just gave up. You did look great in his clothes. Bruce found himself catching glimpses of your bare legs or your thighs peeking out of his shirts, and wished you’d walk around like this more often.
In fact, he wished you’d stay forever. After all, whatever is his, was yours. He’d told you that plenty of times before. You, however, had brushed him off plenty of times, but clearly not enough to deter him.
You’d been hooking up for years now.
It had started out one cozy November night. You’d been watching a movie on his huge TV screen, sitting side by side, keeping a respectful distance from each other. Suddenly, it got far too cold for that, so you fetched a blanket and laid it on top of the two of you. And next thing you knew, you were on top of his bed, hands tangled up in his dark locks of hair as he pressed kisses down your body.
The next morning, Bruce had held you close to his chest, relishing on how perfectly your body slotted against his. His hands were tracing patterns on the skin of your arms. His mind was going a thousand miles. Finally, he had you. Finally, you were his. He couldn’t resist placing kisses on your shoulder, and you stirred awake.
“Good morning,” he mumbled against your skin.
It took a while for you to respond. You yawned a few times, before looking around his bedroom. Your gaze settled on him, and your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Last night’s events came to you. Oh. Right.
“Morning,” you replied, yawning right after. Slowly, you untangled yourself from his grip, and sat up, looking around for your clothes, or at least something you could cover yourself with. You found his shirt on the floor, and quickly leaned over to get it and put it on.
“How are you feeling?” Bruce asked, using his arm to prop his head up.
“Fine. You?” you replied, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.
“I couldn’t be better.”
You offered him a small smile and stood up, looking for your clothes, or a pair of pants.
“What’s the hurry?” he asked once again, brows furrowing. Were you leaving?
“I’m getting something to eat. I’m starving, Bruce.” Chuckling, you found your pants and put them on as well. Bruce sat up on his bed and his eyes roamed over your figure, now hidden by clothes. He’d liked the view much better when you were bare before him.
“Aren’t we going to talk?”
You stopped, turning to him.
“Talk?”
“Yeah. About last night. About us.”
You let out a small chuckle.
When you looked at him, you found Bruce looking at you with a serious expression.
Oh.
“Wait. You’re – you’re serious about this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like I’ve ever hid how I felt about you. But you’ve never told me how you felt.”
You stood there, staring at him. You didn’t know what to say. And what could you? Bruce was a good friend. Your closest friend, ever since the two of you were children. And there was no denying it, he was extremely good-looking, and last night you’d been attracted to him. Who wouldn’t? But you didn’t like him. At least not like that.
It was Bruce. He was your friend. The guy you tutored back in your Princeton days, who couldn’t concentrate on his homework for more than five minutes and somehow got stellar grades. Who pretended to be an eccentric billionaire for the sake of Gotham (or so he said).
“I’m sorry Bruce, I – I don’t feel that way about you.” The words came out, firm and strong. You had no doubts on your mind about how you felt. “I’m sorry if last night led you to believe otherwise.”
He stared at you, and it was like he could feel the pieces of his heart breaking bit by bit.
“But hey – we’re still friends. Right? You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Nothing needs to change.” You offered him a smile and he tried to give you one back, but it didn’t really reach his eyes.
“Sure. Nothing needs to change.”
You two thought that’d be the end of it, but it wasn’t.
For years, you slept together, tearing each other’s clothes at night, and awkwardly scrambling for them the next morning. You saw it as mere lust and physical attraction. You two were good friends who occasionally slept together. It was good. It felt good. But that was it.
Bruce, on the other hand, saw things differently. He thought it meant he had a chance. He thought that every time you decided to sleep with him, it meant you were one step closer to falling for him, to admitting how you felt.
Every morning he woke up with you in his arms, he’d try his luck. Brushing his fingers on your skin, ghosting his lips over the love marks and bites he’d left the night prior, he’d whisper to you.
“Would it be so bad for us to be together?” He’d sense you tensing under him, and then you were sighing and breaking free from his hold. He’d chastise himself mentally for scaring you away again, and that’s when you replied. You always gave him the same reply, looking him dead in the eye. “No, Bruce.”
And Bruce would lie back down as you hurried to get dressed and grab something to eat. His mind told him it was a terrible idea to keep sleeping with you, to allow you to toy with him like this when you had no feelings for him at all.
And although Bruce Wayne was always a very logical man, when it came to you, he was irrational, and always listened to his heart.
And his heart told him that someday, somehow, someway, you’d see the light. Someday, you’d finally understand how much emotion and love his kisses and caresses conveyed. Someday, you would listen to the unspoken words that hung in the air whenever he dropped to capture your lips with his own.
And even if you didn’t, he convinced himself that he was okay with it all, if only it meant he got to wake up next to you.
A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys liked it! It's not my best work I would say, but I gave it my all, as always! I hope you all have a wonderful day ahead!
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Confusion~ MalleusXReader Pt2/Ending 1 (angst)
Part one here
You brushed the encounter off as Malleus having a bad day and being extra sensitive. What you didn’t expect was him ignoring you. He changed his schedule completely. No more lunches at the same spot, no more gargoyle club at the same time, hell even no more meeting up at night to see the moon together. It was if he wanted nothing to do with your existence.
Even Lilia...Sebek...Silver...It's as if you didn't exist to them. You lost your whole friend group without knowing why. It ate you up from the inside. You felt guilt over something you knew nothing about You wracked your brain for any answer you could find, but in the end in always turned to a dead end.
Not only were you confused, you were angry. Not only angry, but heartbroken once you saw Malleus with a new friend. She was laughing with him and touching his arm. Just like you used to do.. However that wasn't even the most shocking part. When he leaned down to kiss her, that's when you finally felt your heart shatter. He gave his first kiss to her, the first kiss you've always wanted for yourself because you were in love with him.
Your world was ending. Everything was crashing down, it was hard to breathe. You didn't know whether to get back at him or cry. You wanted to march over there and punch that girl away so you could be the one to kiss him...not her.
Maybe you deserved this. Maybe you did something terrible without realizing, maybe you deserved to be hated by Malleus and your Diasomnia friends. You fell into a deep depression. You stopped attending classes. You stopped interacting with your other friends, hell even with Grim and the Ramshackle ghosts.
Just when you thought you're life would get worse Crowley came with news that he found a way home. You could finally leave. Never see any of them again....never see him again. It hurt like hell, but you knew it was better than your current situation. Better than seeing the man you love look at another woman with the same love you hold for him.
Before you left you wrote a note and slid it under his dorm room door. You poured your entire broken heart and damaged soul into it. You hoped nothing more than for Malleus to read it. Maybe then he can forgive you even if you never hear his voice utter those words to your face.
Dear Malleus, I want to apologize for whatever it is I did. I'm sorry for hurting you so much and never fixing the wrongs...I may never know what I did, and it hurts but I'll be okay. Crowley found a way for me to go home. I'm leaving, by the time you've read this I'll already be long gone. I have to at least admit something. I love you. I've always loved you. I don't know when I'll stop loving you, but hopefully soon. I'm...sorry for ever loving you or allowing myself to be your friend. I can see I've caused nothing but harm. Goodbye forever Malleus. I hope you treat your girlfriend better than I ever could have treated you. Sincerely, Y/N.
It broke him. He thought you hated him. You felt the same way he did? And this is how he repaid you? How could he...He ended the relationship, isolated himself, and vowed to never love another again, especially not in the way he loved you. He held the necklace he tried giving you and cried. He cried, he wept, he bawled, he couldn't hold back anything anymore. He fucked up. He fucked up. Now you're gone forever.
Malleus will never be loved by you ever again.
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GOOD BOY GONE BAD
“Love is a lie, I love that lie.¨
⁙ synopsis: Gojo Satoru is known for his charms and for being a gentleman, for you? he´s not what they say.
warnings: smut, breeding kink, dacryphilia, biting, piv, blowjob (reader), enemies to lovers ¿? pwp, toxic gojo, dom!gojo satoru x fem!reader.
Gojo Satoru. The renowned sorcerer, the strongest man in the world. Plenty of women fight for this man, not only because he´s really appealing, might also be the most handsome man in the world, but,
he´s also a motherfuker.
The word might sound strong, and it is, but they couldn´t blame you. He´s for sure a gentlemen to any woman that appears in his sight, so... why he´s not a gentlemen to you too?
For what you can remember he was never nice to you, you both know each other for years now, both of you studied at the same school, not like there´s a lot of schools where they could teach you about cursed energy but fuck it, you were even neighbors at some point!
So, why couldn´t you get along with this man? Both of you come from strong clans, even though he´s alone... and stronger than you, but still, strong clans. You had friends in common!... more like just Nanami and Shoko, and also, you´ve never done anything to damage him or something?!
You definitely don´t like him, but his behavior towards you, gets you in your last nerves.
¨The higher ups said they´re dealing with it, so we´re finally free from this mission.¨ Gojo said with his annoying smirk, plopping down on the couch beside Nanami, clearly he got annoyed at his action, but what could he do? He´s Gojo fucking Satoru.
¨So, as an act of gratitude for you guys for helping me out with this mission, let´s go to the club together! It´s on me.¨
One thing Gojo has, is money. So, how could you say no to this offer?
You were dancing with Shoko at the club, you haven´t drank too much, preferring to stay sober. Nanami was sitting at the table accompanied with a pretty girl, drinking straight up vodka, you couldn´t understand how he liked it, but, well, he´s Nanami. And Gojo? Well, he definitely found some girl and its fucking her somewhere. At least that´s what you thought at the bar waiting for the waiter to bring you some water.
¨What´s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?¨ You looked to your left, finding a guy with light brown hair, and beautiful green eyes.
¨Nothing much, just spending some time with my friends here, guess I got a little tired and wanted to take a break from dancing.¨ You answered, now turning your body to have a better look of him.
He just smiled, and just in time his drink was served. ¨I like your eyes¨ Letting out a small smile to him, ¨Are they the prettiest eyes you ever seen?¨
Well, shit.
They´re definitely really pretty, but not the prettiest. As much as you hate your brain for thinking about Gojo and his fucking pretty eyes, you couldn´t deny it. ¨Definitely top 3¨ a lie. There´s no top 3 when Gojo´s eyes are that pretty. ¨At least I got in that top 3¨ His smirk reminded you of him, you know understand why this night has been really calm, that´s right, Gojo hasn´t made his appearance yet.
You´re not jealous for the fact that he´s probably giving the best sex to a girl he´s not ever going to see again, but maybe you´re jealous because he offered this hangout to be spending time together...
Another lie.
Let´s be honest here, this new guy was talking about some shit you really couldn´t give less than a fuck, but your eyes caught a pretty girl with a yellow dress on top of Gojo, moving her hips in circular motions while he just kissed her neck looking at you.
This man is a completely son of a bitch.
Well, you´re definitely jealous that he treats any women as the love of his life but not you. And most likely have a crush on him, but never in a million years you could accept that, so, hopefully you could erase that boy inside your heart then fill it with the wreck he has given you.
Maybe you´re not thinking straightly right now, but you couldn´t continue lying to yourself, and think you don´t love thin man, you had to just ditch it and break it. Find a new man, and maybe this was your time.
And that´s how everything started.
If you´re being honest, you can´t remember when you started kissing the guy infront of you, but you seriously had to get it out of you. Everything was going ´fine´ until you felt a force pushing you out of the guy, you just saw him on the floor, Gojo on top of him, clearly giving him a broken nose, and the yellow dress girl nowhere to be found.
¨What the fuck Gojo?!¨, Stop it!¨ You yelled at him, grabbing him from the arm getting him off the poor guy, his little black sunglasses where now on the floor and his beautiful blue eyes where now covered with black. You never saw him on this state before, neither this angry, he had some blood on his face and his breathing was unsteady.
He grabbed your arm in a way that would definitely leave bruises, and dragged you to a bathroom of the club.
¨Are you going to tell me what the fuck was that all about?¨ You pulled out your arm out off his reach now that both of you got into the bathroom. ¨You should explain to me why you were kissing that guy?!¨
¨It´s not like we´re in a fucking relationship Gojo! And you´re neither my dad to be telling me that!¨ Gojo just pushed you to the wall and locked you with his arms and, looked at you with dilated pupils.
¨All my life I couldn´t understand my hate towards you, you completely changed me when I was fragile, I spent hours in front of the mirror wanting to become you. I was killing myself with all the stress, and you were the most prettiest thing I saw in my life, you were outgoing, never giving up, strong and beautiful. I wanted to be as happy as you were, and find someone that could lighten a room like you did when you entered. No other girl has given me the light you let. Wanted to make me believe myself my love towards you was a lie, but oh man, you don´t know how much I loved that lie. And now? I'm saying it out loud.¨
You couldn´t believe what you were hearing, this wasn´t what you were expecting for Gojo to say, ¨And if i´m being honest with myself I can´t spend any-¨ He couldn´t finish his sentence when he felt your lips on his, finally he had a taste of you and he couldn´t stop himself from smiling while kissing. He grabbed your hips making you get closer to him, feeling now a hard bulge on you thighs.
¨Feel that?´¨ He left a small scoff ¨No other girl has made me this hard as fast as you did¨ He grabbed you and turned you around so you were standing in front of the mirror, kissing your jaw and neck, made your legs feel like jelly that you had to hold yourself on the sink.
You let out a small moan when you felt two fingers playing with your now wet panties, Gojo was on his knees behind you teasing your pussy, until he finally moved the panties aside and took a taste of you, making you moan at this. You were gripping the sink as hard as you could, knuckles turning white. ¨Oh shit, Gojo, more¨
He slapped your pussy making you whimper. ¨Satoru, call me Satoru baby.¨ He inserted two fingers inside you and curled them just right that he could hit that spot that made you see stars. ¨This pussy is mine, you understand that? No one´s else, mine.¨ He got up from the floor and started unbuckling his belt now freeing his cock, he ripped apart your panties and positioned himself.
He wasn´t even half in yet and you swear you could feel the tip of his cock in your throat, ¨All mine,¨ he groaned, ¨This pussy is all mine, shit, i´m going to make you all mine,¨ He thrusted his whole cock in you and started moving without giving you time to adjust. ¨You want that?, ´going to make you a mommy with all my cum inside you huh?¨ He left a small moan at the feeling of you squeezing his cock. ¨´Going to make you my housewife, my, fuck-¨ His thrusts started becoming harder when you felt yourself starting to cum, you started feeling yourself to climax while he grabbed you from the neck and you felt his chest pressed to your back, looking at yourself with the mirror.
¨You see that? No one is going to make you feel like this, you´re mine, my fucking cockslave¨ You could barely see yourself with your eyes covered with tears and blurry vision from the pleasure you were feeling. You felt you were coming but Gojo was not even thinking of stopping when you came, he began to thrust harder when you started to loose control of your body when the pleasure was becoming too much, just spitting out moans that were like screams, and murmuring words like ¨Satoru, more¨ ¨I´m yours¨ ¨Faster¨
Gojo bit your neck leaving a mark and started licking the small amount of blood he got out of it, you were full of bruises and purple hickeys all over your neck and legs, he´s definitely making sure you´re his.
You felt yourself coming back to life when he finally came hard and moaned your name. The overpleasure not leaving your body when he made sure his cum wasn´t going out your hole.
He cleaned you, and got you up in the sink, started kissing your whole face with small pecks and leaving small ¨I love you´s¨ making you smile.
´´So...¨
¨So... Can I take you out on a date?¨
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Commitment Part 2
AN: yall didn't think I was just about to leave yall hanging? TOXICITY AT ITS FINEST.
Synopsis: After fully committing to being in a relationship with Jack, he can't help but to still have reservations in the back of his mind that you might go back on your word.
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Previously Toxic!Reader
Read Part 1 first
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After fully committing to being in a relationship with Jack for a few months, everything had been going perfectly.
At least from your point of view.
You had cut off everyone for him including people that you had been messing around with for a number of years.
You remember thinking before you made the decision that you would miss the multiple gifts and expensive trips, however, you had gotten something 100 times better.
Gifts couldn’t keep you warm at night, but your boyfriend could.
It was your goal to make this work and to be able to hopefully not get your heart broken in the process or do anything to break his.
Jack had shown you his potential of being a good boyfriend to you early on even when the two of you only had been friends with benefits. You could tell that he genuinely cared for you and wanted the best for you as well as the situationship that you two had been in.
You hadn’t been in a relationship for the long term since you were 21 and admit that you were scared shitless.
Scared of getting your heart broken for the second time.
The first time had done a number on you and the recovery process had involved you treating men as if they were disposable.
Because in your mind, they were.
Since you had been treated the same way by someone who you thought that you were going to eventually marry.
You had just finished a video shoot for your new single and would be meeting Jack and the rest of PG at one of your favorite clubs in Vegas around midnight.
They were celebrating Jack and Urban’s birthday since both of the days were extremely close. You had already spent Jack’s birthday with him and had gotten him more gifts than he knew what to do with, but knew that he wanted to do something together with Urban.
As far as PG goes, you knew that they weren’t very fond of you considering how you acted towards Jack for close to three years.
They would see how this would affect him and they were honestly surprised that you finally said yes to being his girlfriend.
They were always nice to you, but you could tell that if Jack saw an opportunity to get out of this relationship tomorrow that they would tell him to take it.
It definitely hurt your feelings in a way, but because of your reputation and how you had acted in the past, you could only get so mad.
The best thing you could do is to try to prove everyone wrong and make them see that it had been a good decision on behalf of Jack.
You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup and all that was left to do was slip on your shoes, while your hair was currently in tribal braids that Tiffany had done for you earlier in the day.
Your hotel wasn’t far from the club seeing as you were staying on the strip and decided to catch an uber. Even though it wasn’t far, walking in these tall ass heels would not be smart on your part and you could only imagine the blisters that would show up tomorrow morning.
You knew that you would probably be going to leave with Jack anyway when the night was over. Both of you made note to spend as much time as you could with one another since both of you would be in Vegas for the next three days.
Once you arrived at your destination, the bouncer sent you in the direction of V.I.P. and told you that Jack had been expecting you.
You would get butterflies in your stomach every time his name was mentioned or before you knew that you would see him.
You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in at least a week and was excited to be able to spend time with him as well as his friends.
You saw it as an opportunity for you to get to know them better and to show that you really were a good person deep down despite what may have been said about you before.
It was time to hopefully turn over a new leaf and change the way that people perceived you in the spotlight.
Making your way toward V.I.P., you spotted Urban sitting next to your boyfriend looking high as a kite and your boyfriend who literally had one girl on his lap whispering in her ear making her laugh while there was another one sitting on the opposite side of him trying to gain his attention.
Ace made eye contact with you and was trying to warn Jack that you were there and to stop his antics. You assumed because it was so loud that he didn’t quite understand what Ace was saying and he didn’t know until you were right up on him.
“What the fuck is going on?” You said while looking at your boyfriend who you were now making eye contact with and he simply shrugged. You were doing your best to stay calm, but deep down you wanted to murder him.
“Celebrating my birthday of course. What’s wrong?” Jack curiously asked as he turned away from the girl on his lap and gave you his full attention.
“Are you…. Are you serious right now? Celebrating with a whole bunch of bitches who aren’t your girlfriend sitting on your lap? Oh, and yall can move away from him before I do it my damn self and trust you won’t like it if I do it.” You replied while crossing your arms and the two girls did what they were asked.
PG was watching the entire scene unfold in front of them and the exchange had made it awkward and no one quite knew what to do.
“Yeah, I’m serious. Or did you forget how you acted towards me for almost three damn years?”
“We aren’t doing this right now. There was not a title to what we were! And I told you that from the beginning and you were okay with it!”
“And I kept asking you to be my girlfriend, but what would you say? Oh, that’s right you said no because apparently you wanted me as well as the string of married men to sleep with and have access to.”
“Oh shit.” You heard Shloob mutter before looking between the both of you.
“But, I told you yes months ago, so why are you acting like this?” You were honestly trying your best to fight back tears, but you knew that it was only a matter of time before they were to fall.
“Oh, so you don’t like when you get a taste of your own medicine, huh?”
By now, Urban had stifled a laugh and you did your best to ignore it. Out of all of the people in PG, you knew that he really didn’t like you for what you had done to Jack.
Hated you was probably more of the correct word.
“What are you even talking about?!”
“I know you haven’t given them up and have been cheating on me this entire time. You think I’m honestly that stupid to believe that you cut off everybody for me? People you've been dealing with for years?”
You were standing there with tears in your eyes not believing that Jack had the audacity to accuse you of something such as cheating without having any evidence.
“What makes you even think that?!”
“Simple. Your track record.” Jack replied while shrugging.
“I’m not cheating on you and I haven’t since you asked me to be your girlfriend. Why would you even ask me if this was going to be the end result? See for your fucking self.”
You immediately threw your phone at him and rushed to get as far away as possible from him.
There was nothing for you to hide and he even knew the passcode to your phone.
It was only a matter of time before he felt like a complete asshole.
Once you made your way back outside, the tears were flowing down your face and you didn’t bother to do anything to stop it.
You had no idea where you were headed, but it had to be far away from Jackman Thomas Harlow.
You had been walking the strip and trying to hug yourself in an attempt to keep warm because the temperature had definitely dropped a few degrees.
The pain in your feet from your heels had since long been forgotten and you knew the only thing that would be able to make you numb and take the pain away at least temporarily before you figured out what you were going to do was alcohol.
There was a little bar on the strip that you had passed two blocks before and you turned around to make your way back to it.
You took a seat at the bar and the bartender could tell from your solemn expression that something was obviously wrong.
“That type of night, huh?” He calmly asked while looking over at you.
“Yeah, but I guess it was my fault to begin with. Can I get an amaretto sour?”
“Sure thing. And how is it your fault if you don’t mind me asking?”
As he began to make your drink, you took a deep breath before answering him.
“So. I was friends with benefits with this guy for almost three years. But I also had other friends with benefits during that time as well. The first guy I mentioned would ask me periodically if I ever saw myself in a relationship with him and I honestly didn’t know at first. It wasn’t until I really got to know him that I told him that I could.”
You took a deep breath before continuing the story as your drink was placed down in front of you.
You immediately downed it and asked for another one.
“And then what happened?”
“So, earlier this year he got fed up about it and told me that I needed to give him an answer within 24 hours and I took some time to think about it. By the end of the night, I told him that I wanted to be in a relationship with him and that I was cutting off everyone for him.”
Drinks number two and three were now gone.
“And then tonight we’re supposed to be celebrating his birthday as well as his best friend’s birthday and I go to V.I.P. to see girls all over him and he was like ‘oh, so I guess you don’t like getting a taste of your own medicine’. Basically he was convinced that I had been cheating on him this entire time and did the same thing to get back at me. But the thing is that I haven’t looked another man’s way since he asked me to be his girlfriend. I threw my phone at him and walked the strip and now I’m here. I guess I got what I deserved.”
Number five, six, and seven were now gone.
“I literally have nothing to hide and he knows the passcode to my phone anyway. He’ll be disappointed when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. I’m just so hurt at the fact that he thought I would do that to him. Everything had been going so well from my point of view but I guess not. His friends don’t like me, every time I try to get to know them it’s like they don’t even bother.”
After you had thrown your phone at Jack, he simply rolled his eyes.
He slipped it into his pocket before beginning to once again partake in the festivities around him.
However, now the phone felt like a million pounds and he wanted to know if you were telling the truth.
No.
He needed to know.
It wasn’t until he began scrolling through it when he noticed that you had been telling the truth the entire time.
Now he felt like shit.
He had been the only one that you had been steadily communicating with and if he went to a text thread of one of the people that you said that you had cut off, you never responded even if they were being persistent.
“Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Urban asked while looking over at him. Urban didn’t like you in the slightest and wasn’t interested in getting to know you no matter how much his best friend wanted him to.
“She was telling the truth.”
“Wait, what?” Now Urban had gotten a dumbfounded look on his face.
“She really did cut everyone off for me. She literally only texts me back and no one else.”
“Damn, I honestly thought that she hadn’t changed.” Urban replied while scratching the back of his neck.
“Me too and now I have no idea what to fucking do. I have her damn phone so how am I even supposed to know where she is?”
“Did she have her air pods? You can track her if she has them on her.”
“And then what? I find her and I know for a fact that she probably doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“You aren’t going to find out sitting here.”
Once Jack had gotten outside, he turned on the feature that would allow him to locate the air pods and hopefully you had them on you.
Otherwise he didn’t know what he was going to do.
He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to you knowing that you were more than likely by yourself.
It took him about twenty minutes to find you at a bar on the strip completely wasted with your head resting on your hands.
Jack looked up at the bartender who simply shook his head at him.
“I was trying to see if I could call someone for her, but she told me she doesn’t have her phone and couldn’t remember your number. I take it you’re the boyfriend?.”
“No worries, I got her. And yes.” Jack responded back to the bartender before looking over at you.
“Y/N?”
You’d recognize that voice anywhere.
The voice of the person that you absolutely wanted nothing to do with.
“Get the fuck away from me, Jackman.”
“Baby, just come on. You need to sleep this off and then we can talk about it tomorrow.”
“No, you don’t trust me. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.”
“Baby, please. I’ll explain everything tomorrow.”
“Just… you got what you wanted. The same way I treated you is the same way you got back at me. I got it, okay? You won if the goal was to hurt me back.”
“Y/N, I’m not talking about this while you’re drunk. I’m not leaving my girl by herself at 3 in the morning on the Las Vegas strip.”
“Who says I’m even your girl anymore? And I may be drunk, but I know for a fact that you hurt my fucking feelings.”
“And I’m sorry about that, I really am.”
“Hmm? Are you? Did you find what you were fucking looking for in my phone? I told you that it was you! That I only fucking wanted you!” You scream at him with tears cascading down your face.
“I know… I….”
“Happy six month anniversary to us, huh?”
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Summary After you find out that you’re the DUFF of your friend group, you team up with the person who told you, so you can prove everyone wrong.
Word Count 4.5k
Genres Fluff, crack, angst, childhood friends to enemies to lovers
Pairing(s) duff!reader x jock!Jeongin (gn reader)
Warnings swearing, the reader is a bad friend, Jeongin is a bit of an asshole
A/N Sorry I’ve been inactive again. My job has been taking a lot out of me, and I haven’t been feeling best mental health wise. Luckily I’m feeling a little better and I’m hoping to become more consistent :). This is the start of a new sereis, let me know how it goes.
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School for you had always been fairly straightforward, go to class, hang around with your friends at lunch, go to your respective clubs after school, then go home. It was a routine that you had gotten extremely familiar with, and that wasn’t about to change any time soon.
Your two best friends, Rose and Jennie, had been by your side since you were about seven, and the three of you were just about inseparable. Despite the fact that the two of them had a significantly higher social standing, and were miles above you on the confidence scale; you were happy to think that you grounded them back into reality. Plus it didn’t hurt that no one was looking at you, you could rock up to school in a banana suit and no one would even notice with your besties by your side.
Most school days were the same, avoid the annoying Queen Bee of the school, Luna, avoid your annoying player neighbour, Jeongin, and gaze at Seungmin, whilst trying to form a cohesive sentence. Then during breaks, you would spend your time writing for the school’s newspaper, something you were pretty good at. You had school down to a science, which was good because you got A’s in those subjects.
Today was like no other day, Rose and Jennie were invited to a party, with you as part of their package deal, and you had finally gotten to your locker for a moment of peace. You were a little put off by the entire conversation, with Luna acting like you weren’t even there, and treating you like shit when she finally acknowledged your existence.
You were grabbing your books for your next Spanish class, when he approached you, Jeongin. You groaned internally, his cocky smirk defeating any happiness you had. You had known Jeongin since you were a baby. You were next-door neighbours, which meant that the two of you had grown up together. Despite this, the two of you really didn’t get along, with the two of you having completely different interests. Also, he was dating Luna
“Hey, Y/N.” He grinned at you, you rolled your eyes.
“And for what reason am I graced with your presence?” You ask sarcastically.
“Just wanted to ask what film you were watching last night? Looked pretty freaky.” You had been watching the latest zombie film to come out, it was pretty freaky, but that’s besides the point.
“Were you spying on me?” You ask incredulously.
“It’s hard to miss a bunch of people running and screaming for their lives.”
You shake your head, grabbing your books, and closing your locker.
“Goodbye, Jeongin.” You say, huffing as you pass him. Hopefully, you could avoid him for the rest of the day.
The next two days at school passed fast, until its finally the day of the party. For some reason, Luna had decided to have the party on a school night, and Jennie and Rose were way too excited about it. The two of them had spent an hour at your house, giggling whilst trying to get you to dress up. This was Luna you were talking about, there was no way you were dressing up for her.
There was a nagging feeling in your head that maybe Seungmin would be there, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. You were pretty sure he didn’t know you existed, and you didn’t want to put any effort just for your hopes to be crushed even lower than they already were. So naturally, you pull out your usual go-to party t-shirt and up the ante on the complaining.
“Come on, Y/N! This could be your chance to wow Seungmin!” Rose giggles like a little school girl.
“Yeah, he wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off you in something like this.” Jennie flashes something covered in brightly coloured sequins. That was not your style one bit, as much as they wanted it to be.
After talking them down, you make it to the party whilst it’s in full swing, separating with Jennie and Rose who make a beeline for the dance floor (somewhere you definitely avoid). You spot a glimpse of Seungmin, sitting with his guitar (and crowded by his adoring fans), there was no way you were grabbing his attention tonight.
Not paying much attention, you turn around and run into Luna.
“Watch where you’re going!” She growls, and not wanting to get into an argument tonight, you mutter a sorry and try to evacuate.
“You think you can just show up here and ruin my night!” She scowls.
“I haven’t even done anything, Luna.”
“Your presence alone ruins everything.”
“Ouch,” You say sarcastically. “Whilst I would love to stay and hear your creative insults, I have somewhere else to be.”
Ducking behind someone, you make your escape, hearing her huff in frustration. Making your way inside, you head towards the snack table. The house itself was like a glass maze, but it was worth it for the food. As much as you disliked Luna, you could agree that she had good taste in food, the spread was extravagant- not what you would expect at a high school party.
“Enjoying the food, Y/N.” Jeongin’s voice jumped in from behind you. You startled, almost dropping your glass of punch, but standing your ground.
“It was much better company than you.”
“Oh, I’m hurt. I have to say though, you’re usually in much better company. Where are Jennie and Rose at?”
“Already planning to cheat on Luna?”
“We broke up,”
“Again?” It was the third time this month.”
“Well, as a DUFF, you wouldn’t understand your friends being wanted.”
“I’m sorry??? Of course, I understand why my friends are so popular, they’re wonderful people. And what do you mean a DUFF? What the hell is that Jeongin!” Your voice was muddled with confusion and incredulity.
“A DUFF. Designated Ugly Fat Friend. Doesn’t mean your any of those things, just that in comparison to your friends, you’re less attractive and more approachable.”
You could not believe this, the fact that he had just openly insulted you. And he didn’t seem the least bit sorry, the same cocky grin smeared across his face. To put it simply, he infuriated you. How dare he say that to you! Sure you weren’t as conventionally attractive as Jennie and Rose but you had your own charms. How dare he dismiss that.
In your rage, you could only think to do one thing in return. Picking up a solo cup full of cheap beer, you fling it in his face. “Fuck you, Jeongin.” You mutter before storming off. You needed to get away from this party more than ever.
Over the next two weeks that one acronym floated across your mind, lingering like a bad smell that you were desperate to get rid of. It was beginning to affect every thought you had, and every interaction you had with your two friends.
What used to feel like a blessing, felt more like a curse. Why were you completely ignored compared to them, why did you constantly have people coming up to you and asking if they were single? Why was no one coming up to you and asking you if you were single? Then your mind began turning to other, more dangerous thoughts.
Were they using you, as some sort of doorman? Were you just there to make them seem more kind and approachable, that they look better to be associated with someone of a lower social status? You hoped it wasn’t true, that these years of friendship had been genuine, but you weren’t in the right state of mind to be making reasonable judgements right now.
So there you were, silently stewing away whilst your two friends were attempting to engage you in some form of interesting conversation. But you had just had it.
“Do you think I’m stupid?!” You snapped.
“Y/N, why the hell would you think that?” Jennie was taken aback.
“We’ve known you for so long, we obviously don’t.” Rose in comparison was confused.
This contradiction only sparked your anger further. You almost went into a blind rage.
“I’ve had enough of you both using me. I don’t need you or want either of you anymore. My eyes have been opened to how you used me you sickos!”
You began gathering your things, only for Jennie to pull you back down.
“Stop being ridiculous. What are you on about?”
“You know, and it’s been going on for way too long. We’re done. Don’t talk to me.”
And with that, you stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving two very confused girls behind you.
It was definitely a different situation, being by yourself. You had never really experienced high school this way before, but your fears had been confirmed. You were completely invisible, now that the popularity that came with being friends with Jennie and Rose had gone. You didn’t get so much as a nod of acknowledgement in the halls anymore.
You began to wallow, this new unfamiliar predicament burying you. Until one day, an opportunity arose- willing you to dig yourself out of the hole of your self-pity and finally better yourself. You are not a DUFF, you will not allow yourself to be one.
This particular opportunity arose when you overheard your chemistry teacher talking to the person who had enlightened you. Jeongin.
“I’m sorry Jeongin, but I’ve talked to your coach and we’ve decided that it’s best you don’t play football until you can get your grades up.” Your chemistry teacher was solemn, unlike how you had seen him before.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything you can do? I promise I’ll get my grades up if you let me keep playing.” Jeongin pleaded.
“I’m sorry, but at the moment that isn’t possible.”
So you took your opportunity and pounced. Not long after, your chemistry teacher left the classroom, jeongin packing up his battered chemistry textbook. You entered the room again.
“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into quite a pickle there, Jeongin.” You grinned, smugly.
“Look, if you’re here to gloat. There are places I’d rather be.” He huffed.
“Actually, I’ve come here with a deal. And if I were you, I’d take it.”
“What is this about, Y/N.”
“Remember when you called me a DUFF.”
“Are you still bringing that up? Look. If I knew you’d fixate on it so much, I wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.”
“You basically called me ugly and fat, how else was I supposed to react?”
“Right, I’m going. See you later.
“Wait! I’ll tutor you. For chemistry.” You blurted out.
“I feel like there’s a catch to this.”
“I want you to de-duff me. There’s this guy I like, and I want to have a chance with him.”
“That’s it.”
“Yes, that’s it.”
“Well, you better hope that you’re a good teacher because I suck ass at chemistry. As for you, meet me at the mall after school. We’ll sort you out there.”
The mall was an eventful trip, something that you didn’t really expect from him. You arrived there and were quickly moved into a popular retail store, where Jeongin scrutinised several different styles of clothing on you.
“What about this one?” You came out wearing a pink outfit.
“Definitely not, looks like something Luna would wear.” He grimaced.
“What, am I not a convincing copy? Do I not give off the vibe I might murder you any second?
“No. You don’t have the murderous glare she does. You look way too happy.”
“Pink is such a happy colour though.”
“Not when she wears it.”
“Right, I’ll try something that doesn’t give you nightmares, then.”
After your mostly unsuccessful shopping trip, he then took to the second step. Confidence, which seemingly involved you aimlessly wandering around the mall on the prowl for men. This was definitely not your thing, you’d love to be doing anything else right now.
“I want you to go up to that guy and get his number.”
“Are you serious, Jeongin?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“No, you look like you’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Just go up and talk to him. Worst-case scenario: you get rejected, and you never see him again.” He shoved you in his direction, giving a maniacal smile. Maybe you shouldn’t have chosen him specifically.
You stumbled up to him, almost knocking him over.
“Hey… nice weather today?” You awkwardly stuttered out.
“Not really, it looks like it’s about to rain outside.” The man grumbled, clearly uninterested.
“I don’t know, the rain can be nice sometimes…”
“What do you want?” He suddenly turned to you, unamused.
“Umm… would it be possible… only if you’re comfortable with it… Could I get your number?”
“Absolutely not.” And with that, he stormed off. You wanted to disappear, your face a flaming red. You glared towards Jeongin, currently almost wetting himself with laughter.
“That’s great, go up to another guy and do that again.” He choked out in between his cries of laughter.
“Not a chance. If you’re not taking this seriously, I can just go. But say goodbye to your tutoring.”
He sighs, sobering up from the hilarity of the previous situation.
“Fine, just try again. This time, just be upfront straight away. Just say something like, I saw you across the mall, and you looked super attractive.”
You scoffed, “That would literally only work for you.”
“Why would it only work for me?”
“Look at you, then look at me. There’s a very specific difference.”
“Now, that’s not the attitude we want. Right now, me and you are on the same level. You can totally do this.”
You sigh, slightly blushing at his embarrassing comment. You spent the next half an hour completing this task, going through about ten people before finally getting someone’s number.
You paid him back by studying chemistry notes with him, passing him the extra notes you made during class. You made him promise to do an hour’s revision each night, until his grades finally improved. This arrangement would work, you were sure of it. You were counting on it.
Things seemed to be looking up for you, until you reached the expected fall from grace that you were used to. Walking into school the next day, you were greeted with whispers and stares. You had never felt more popular in your life, it made you uncomfortable.
Finally, you were approached by a girl you didn’t really recognise, but vaguely remember seeing close to Seungmin. She looked around conspiratorially leaning in to ask something from you.
“Is it true that you have a crush on Seungmin?” She asked. Your heart immediately sunk, was that what they were all whispering about? How had any of them found out? Why was everyone so suddenly interested in you? Sure, your more recent interactions with Jeongin had been giving you a few stares, but this was out of nowhere. Why did everyone suddenly believe this, with no evidence?
You stuttered out a no in reply to the girl, rushing down the corridor to your locker. The only people you had told about your crush on Seungmin were Jennie and Rose. They hadn’t done this to you, had they? But then the answer became embarrassingly clear.
There she was, Luna, grinning at you in front of your locker.
“You should tell Jennie and Rose to quieten their conversations. It’s quite easy to overhear things if you want to. That is, if they even would want to talk to you anymore…” She gave a sadistic smile before walking off towards the girl’s bathroom.
You turned around, seeing the one guy you didn’t want to see. Seungmin. He avoided eye contact with you, quickly turning around and half sprinting down the corridor. Great. This is exactly what you needed. You needed to talk to Jeongin.
You sprinted over to Jeongin’s locker, only to find him flirting with a couple of cheerleaders. Rather than explaining anything to him, you grabbed his arm and pulled him into an empty classroom nearby.
“Woah, what’s this all about?”
“The entire school knows about my crush on Seungmin, thanks to Luna.”
“Seems like something she’d do.”
“Why aren’t you panicking?”
“Because this has given you a great opportunity to ask him out. He already knows now, what do you have to lose? Just ask him out.”
“You think he’d say yes?”
“Look. Y/N. Even though we haven’t always got along, I’ve known you since I was like two. You’re a good person, you have a great sense of humour, and you’re not bad looking. He’d be an idiot not to say yes.”
You blushed at Jeongin’s sudden compliment. It wasn’t that you liked him or anything like that, it was just unexpected, that’s all.
“Ok, I’ll do it. At least I can get over him if he says no.”
Leaving Jeongin in the classroom, you raced down the halls towards Seungmin.
“Um.. hey Seungmin.” You say, slightly out of breath.
“Hey, Y/N.” He gives an awkward smile. “What’s up?”
“I think you’ve probably heard it by now, but I really like you. And I was just wondering, if it’s alright with you, maybe we could go out sometime?” You hold your breath, anticipating the rejection sure to come your way.
“Sure, I’d like that.” It seemed like the world had faded away with his reply. You wanted to jump for joy, but you played it cool.
“Great, this Saturday?”
You were just arriving back from school when you heard it coming from Jeongin’s, the familiar shouting. His parents were going through a rough patch, and you could see where it was heading. As a child of divorce, you weren’t exactly optimistic about it.
You sent a text to Jeongin, are you okay? Minutes later he storms out of the house, slamming the door later. Seems like quite an obvious answer.
“Hey, are you okay?” Your eyes filled with concern.
“Do I look ok? Is any of this ok?” You were taken aback by him snapping at you, whilst you both had been hostile to each other previously, Jeongin had never raised his voice at you. He apologised immediately.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t take it out on you… it’s just every day now. I wish they would get a divorce already.”
“Do you want to go somewhere else, I know a great place to clear your head.”
He nods, and that’s all you needed. It wasn’t a long walk, a little into the woods. You come over to a mishmashed pile of wood.
“Wait, is this the den we built as kids?” He broke out into a grin.
“Yeah it is, now I just go here to think.”
“Didn’t even remember this place, I can remember now how long it took to build.”
“And look what our efforts gave us.”
“I don’t know about you, but it’s a masterpiece.” He says, sarcastically gazing over the pieces of wood.
“I’m glad you’re feeling a little better.” Bad idea, as soon as you mentioned it, his face drooped.
“I don’t know what to do, I just can’t deal with it anymore.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it, it hurts at first, but in the long run it’s much better for everyone.”
“I know, it’s just different. I don’t even know if I can remember a time when they liked each other.”
“They loved each other enough to make you. I think that’s proof enough.”
He looked down at you, eyes welling with tears. “Thank you,” He sniffled.
“No problem, seriously, I’m here any time that you want to talk.”
And as though it was out of nowhere, he gentle grabbed your face and kissed you. He was gentle and passionate, careful but forceful. In fact, you couldn’t really explain the feeling of being kissed by Jeongin, though unsettling butterflies arose within your stomach.
Eventually, as though he had come to his senses, he pulled away, panic in his eyes.
“Sorry… uhh…. That was just to check in case… I don’t know, you hadn’t been kissed in a while.”
“Is that what it seemed like to you? That I hadn’t kissed someone in a while.”
He looked at you guiltily, and that was enough for you. It was best to forget that this ever happened in the first place.
Desperate to rid your mind of the moment you had with Jeongin, you were glad that you were going on your date with Seungmin the following day. He had given you his address, but there had been no word on what you were doing. You were unsure whether to dress fancy or casual, but eventually decided that you’d rather dress up than down. At least then you’d look nicer.
You arrived at his house and he announced to you that he was just going to cook food here. It was sweet of him, having spent all this time cooking food for you. It had to mean something right? Maybe he did like you, more than he had let on.
Leaving you alone, you slowly inspected the dining room, he had asked if you were a fan of sushi and you readily agreed. You really hoped that this date would measure up to what you had been dreaming of, you really wanted your hard work with Jeongin had paid off.
Here you go, he suddenly entered the room, putting a plate of sushi down in front of you. You gave him an awkward smile and the two of you settled into an equally awkward conversation.
“So how did you get into music?” You asked.
“Well it’s always just spoke to me you know, it’s like when I see a person I always thinking of song lyrics. I love coming up with new riffs on my guitar.”
“That’s really cool, have you been working on anything recently? If your comfortable, I’d love to hear it.”
“I have actually, it’s for this one person that I really like.” You smiled, this had to be about you right? You were on this date, it would be really sweet of him to serenade you.
“Oh, and who is this person?”
“Ah… it’s actually your friend Jennie. I was hoping you could put in a good word for me?”
This couldn’t be happening, he wasn’t just DUFFing you this entire time. He brought you over here, made you sushi, just so he could have a chance with your former best friend? You got up, eyes filled with angry tears.
“I can’t believe you! And I thought you were different. You must think I’m some sort of idiot.”
You barge out the door, only to find a takeaway sushi bag in the bin. He didn’t even bother to make food for you. Why had you expected anything from this man?
“By the way, you can tell the people who made it, that the food was lovely. Too bad that the company was shit!”
You stormed out, leaving him speechless, and beelining for the one place you needed right now. You needed to think, only the den would give you a clear mind after that ruckus.
Only when you arrived, it was already occupied by Jeongin… and Luna. Your heart sank, the two of them didn’t notice you, too wrapped up in making out. You couldn’t believe that you thought for a second he actually cared, when you had been vulnerable and shown him your place together.
This was really turning out to be quite a shitty night. You were done, whatever this thing was with Jeongin had to stop, because it was obviously becoming more important to you than it was to him. Now that you thought about it, the person who you wanted to be on a date with tonight was him. Too late now.
You had to right your wrongs, and the first thing you needed to do was see Rose and Jennie. You had really fucked up breaking off your friendship with them, being paranoid over some stupid phrase, when all it really came from were shitty people. You approached the two of them in the cafeteria, sitting down at their table.
“Hey” You greet them, avoiding eye contact.
“Why are you sitting with us all of a sudden? I thought we were using you?” Jennie raises an eyebrow.
“I fucked up, I’m sorry. I let some stupid comment get to my head and took it out on you.”
“Why would you do that? I thought you trusted us.” Rose pouted.
“To be honest, I’ve always noticed how you two were so much more liked and popular and more attractive than me. I suppose I was being insecure. I’m sorry, I don’t expect you to forgive me.”
“Of course, we forgive you, you idiot.” Rose flung you into a three-way hug.
“Just don’t do it again, okay? You’re a wonderful person, and you keep us together. Who was saying this shit to you anyway?” Jennie muttered.
“Jeongin.”
“And you believed him? When has anything reliable come out of his mouth?”
“He’s not awful, plus, this whole ordeal made me realise that I don’t like Seungmin. He likes you though, Jennie.”
“Well, I don’t like him. I plan on going to the prom alone.”
“Wait, so am I! That means that the three of us can all go to prom together. We made up just in time!” Rose squealed.
So that’s how you even ended up at prom in the first place, you admitted it hurt seeing Jeongin being paraded around with Luna. But at least he was happy with her. But you just wanted to let him know one thing, so you managed to corner him when Luna wasn’t looking.
“Hey, Jeongin.”
“Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while. How did the date go?”
“Well he DUFFed me, so I went to the den only to find you there…”
“Shit, sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have taken her there, in fact, I-”
“It doesn’t matter, Jeongin. I just wanted to come over and tell you that I like you. You always told me to be upfront about it, so here I am. I know you’re back together with Luna, but I just wanted you to know.”
“Y/N, I-”
“What are you doing near my boyfriend?” Luna pushed between the two of you, “Why don’t you get the hell away from me before I make you.”
“You know, I didn’t really get you before, but now I do.” You look at her cooly, “ I get it, homelife must be hard, so you put down others to make yourself feel better. You act like everyone here is stupid, even your boyfriend, when in reality it doesn’t even matter. Just give it up, nothing’s going to matter after high school anyway, why are you so obsessed with it now.”
“Whatever, what would you know about any of that.”
“She’s right. In fact, I don’t even know why we got back together again.” Jeongin spoke up.
“You are not breaking up with me on prom night, we have crowns to win!” She snapped. He ignored her, looking straight at you.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“I’d love to.”
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Hello! I love your writing, especially ur OHSHC stuff! I feel like you captured all the characters really well <3 Everyone feels so alive! Feel free to ignore this request, but I would love to hear about ur headcannons for your Unstoppable Series between the reader and the host club! Or just your ideas in general. I'm so in love with your work and I'm so excited to see what else you'll create! It's always worth the wait (♡´𓋰`♡)
oh my goodness that is... so incredibly sweet i'm gonna cry. my little heart. thanks so much anon that's really nice to hear. i kinda fell off the ohschc train for a while but i had ideas for that kyoya fic and i want to deliver them. and this is a really good question! so hopefully it'll get me back into the swing of things - but hey we all know i take fucking forever to write so i wont go getting anyones hopes up, i'll just answer your question :) this got kinda long so i'm gonna put it under a readmore uwu but i hope you enjoy!
so the current atmosphere between the reader and the hosts is,,, difficult. each of the hosts have their own very specific outlooks on the world shaped by their own very specific experiences, so none of them are really doing the Right Thing in this scenario - but you can't really blame them for that. mostly.
for the hitachiins, the important thing to note is that they are very much spoiled rich kids who spent the majority of their lives ignored and left to their own devices. we know they're pretty unempathetic to other people because that's just the way they were raised - they were the only two people they could recognize as Real People, and everyone else was just a plaything. that's changed throughout the anime - they're more empathetic to others and care deeply for their friends - but they're still just as selfish, as we've seen in the b&b arc. they don't want their friends to leave them, so they either cling on too tight (kaoru) or push their friends away before they can (hikaru).
hikaru knows from the moment the reader shows up that you do NOT want to be in the host club - now that IS a fairly normal reaction, the club's got kind of a slanderous reputation around school since it is literally just paying to date people, but the host club is his and kaoru's haven. it's what brought them a proper family. so he doesn't really like seeing someone there when they clearly don't want to be there - it just feels like an insult, both to him and the club (and maybe because he sees some of his old self in the way you push away tamaki and the rest of them, as well). so, as he did with haruhi when they first arrived, he wants to torment the reader and push you away until you inevitably leave, because hey, you don't want to be here and you're just gonna leave at some point anyway, so why not speed up the process? kaoru's intentions aren't quite as malicious - i think it's just another one of those 'well, hikaru's doing it, and i do what hikaru does' things (poor boy does not have a solid grasp of his own identity yet). but it is also partially that kaoru is very scared of letting people get close to him now that he and hikaru are beginning to distance themselves from each other (this is all vaguely post-anime canon). not quite as much as hikaru, but he doesn't really wnat to get attached to you.
(unfortunately, neither of them were expecting the reader to snap quite so badly. they figured you'd just storm out and not come back - they were not expecting tears. and when you said 'if this is how you're gonna treat me, i'm better off being at home'... well no spoilers but that's gonna stick with them.)
tamaki is,,, difficult for me as a writer because he feels things a LOT and i do not know how to capture it. but i imagine in the process of meeting the reader he's gone from one extreme to the other. he's eager to have a new member, and i'm sure he can see that 'something' about you that he saw with the twins and honey and kyoya, so yeah, he's very excited. probably rattling off costume ideas for 8 people, probably factoring an extra person into the budget, probably trying to find out what colours suit you and what your favourite snack is and etc etc (he is CLINGY, sue him). but then when you break down he's probably in the opposite of that extreme. i imagine he really laid into the twins - not his typical show-boating speeches, but an actual seething 'what the hell is wrong with you' scolding (he is a good dad. he doesn't let shit slide), and is really fixating on the comment about your homelife. tamaki cares a lot and has very little boundaries so i imagine he's trying his very hardest to fix everything (even if it violates your privacy - he's... trying. he's not good at it but he's trying).
haruhi is just downright furious. you seemed really chill, and they could probably see that you've been feeling lost and alone, like they did before they found the host club. i think they really wanted you to stay and have a good time and maybe find a little niche you could fit into, because while haruhi knows that the guys are overwhelming, they also know that the guys care deeply for their friends and would do anything to make a person they loved feel happy (even if they get it wrong most of the time). and now the twins have ruined that, and so has kyoya honestly, and none of the other guys stopped them so fuck them too!! so yeah i imagine haruhi laid into all of the guys (the twins and kyoya are the most responsible, yes, but we all know that when haruhi is mad everyone is gonna pay for it) and is now giving all of them the iciest of silent treatments (except honey).
honey is more perceptive than he seems, so i imagine he feels quite similarly to haruhi. he probably saw something in you that he felt back when he was a haninozuka to the bone - like you were being forced into someone elses place and desperately needed a thing that was yours, and no one elses, where you could be entirely yourself. and now the twins went and made you cry, and kyoya was being really mean the whole time, and honey's very upset about the whole thing. not quite haruhi's 'yell at everyone and then silent-treatment' upset, but he's very tearful and is currently refusing to speak to the twins.
mori is once again difficult for me (he's like the opposite of my tamaki problem). he doesn't know you very well but i imagine he wants to look out for you the way he does with haruhi. he's not quite murderously angry, but he is extremely disappointed in the twins, and while he's not going to try anything with kyoya, it's fairly obvious that he's not entirely happy with how kyoya handled things with you. for now he's just comforting honey.
kyoya is. well. no spoilers but he had his own reasons for roping you into the club. he is not immune to curiosity - he likes to know things and he likes to be correct, which is why it frustrates him when things don't act the way they're supposed to. that's the most nonspoilery way i can say why he wanted you in the club while also wanting to torment you a little - sometimes you need to dissassemble something to understand it. it's all very clinical and sociopathic but that's kyoya. but even kyoya's not immune to emotions (even if he likes to pretend that he is) and you're defying pretty much all his expectations and behaving in ways that just don't make sense to him, as well as making him think things that he can't understand just yet, which is obviously going to frustrate him (because no matter how serious he tries to act that boy has the mentality of a toddler trying to solve a rubiks cube). so he definitely doesn't like you just yet (it's enemies to lovers deal with it) but he's intrigued by you, and that's saying a lot for kyoya - and while he wants to figure you out, he's no longer going to break you to do so, which, again, is saying a lot for him.
man this was fun. i love talking about my wips, it's what helps me the most when it comes to writing, but alas i am not immune to cringe and i would rather die than talk to my friends about my x reader blog, so asks like this are really helpful for me! thanks anon, youre a sweetheart and this made me really happy :)) i hope you like the answer you got!!
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MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 3 PART 15
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One week later on the anniversary of the boss's death. Early in the morning, just after dawn. All of The Bloody Lady's members had lined up in a row out front of the Primus Club. In their hands were the special guns that shoot Black Fairies, and bags of black powder.
MAM : Ten long years we have waited for this day. And now, on the day of his death we will finally fulfill his lifelong dream! Everything is going to plan…Only, I can't seem to find Ymir and Len anywhere…?
YMIR : We're here, Mam.
MAM : Ah! I hadn't seen you two in such a long time. I'd thought you betrayed me too!
LEN : You're the one who betrayed us, you idiot!
YMIR : It's true. We were treated badly by a young man named Testament who is good friends with you Mam.
CROW : Our friends were hurt too. Some of 'em can't even move.
MAM : Ha! You rats got yourselves caught in a trap, did you? Well, you got what you deserved!
NOAH : Rouge would be fine if he stopped drinking.
EMMA : (Both Kai and Sion are still working hard to cure the black powder patients… We can't let them hurt anyone else…)
EMMA : Using that gun will have horrible consequences. You will kill many people. Do you realize that?
MAM : This is a family decision. Stay out of it, you outsider!
EMMA : But this isn't a family decision. You're getting people involved who have nothing to do with this war.
MAM : Shut your mouth, you little girl!
EMMA : ………
MAM : You have no idea! This regret I feel…This hatred…This black vindictiveness that still consumes me after ten long years! Hate! Hate! Hate! A man killed my husband! Destroyed his dreams! He was betrayed by them! That's why I'm going to kill them all!!
EMMA : ………
EMMA : (It's like she's possessed by a black fairy…)
There was so much burning hatred radiating off of Mam…My chest tightened painfully. Witnessing such intense negative emotions caused me to flinch away from her.
MAM : Let's find and purge the traitor!
CAMUS : Wait, Mam!
With that, Camus tossed a ruby statue of a woman at Mam's feet.
CAMUS : I hereby request a bloody battle with you.
MAM : ….!!!
A bloody battle is what they call an official duel within The Bloody Lady. It is said that if an underling battles the boss and wins, they take over as the new boss. If they lose, they die.
CAMUS : Mam. You must duel with me for the boss's position. Those are the rules.
MAM : ……….
EMMA : (Hopefully Mam takes the bait…)
BLOODY LADY MEMBER 1 : Where the hell is this coming from!?
BLOODY LADY MEMBER 2 : Isn't a bloody battle a bit old fashioned these days?
BLOODY LADY MEMBER 3 : Camus is clutchin' at straws.
The members merely scoffed at him. Not taking his challenge seriously. However, Mam crossed her arms and narrowed bloodshot eyes in his direction.
MAM : A bloody battle… We haven't had one of those in so many years… I'd completely forgotten…
CAMUS : It's true, there hasn't been a bloody battle in over ten years. But, when the boss was alive, this tradition was very popular. He loved a good bloody battle.
MAM : But, Camus, you are no longer part of The Bloody Lady. You don't have the right to duel me. All you can do is sulk about the good old days.
CAMUS : You are right. My life means nothing anymore. Therefore, I will wager everything I have on it instead. The lives of all the Primus Club members here.
MAM : I knew you didn't care about them.
VICTOR : We're all part of the same guild. We agreed to give our lives. We want to protect it.
LEN : Nah, I don't care about that. Camus said he was gonna win, so I took his side. Don't act like we're friends.
VICTOR : I'm trying to say something profound!
LEN : Well I don't wanna hear it, you idiot!
SEVEN : ….The…Bloody battle….
MAM : What a group you've put together, Camus. They're all over the place.
YMIR : Haha, it's still so weird seeing all of us getting along so well…Know this, even if I die, it's better than being at your beck and call, Mam.
MAM : Looking at you, is like looking into a mirror of the past. It makes me sick.
CAMUS : ……….
MAM : Alright. Fair enough. Len and Ymir are still members of The Bloody Lady. So I shall take you up on your request to bloody battle. And when I win, I'll kill every last one of you!
EMMA : (Well, she's on board…)
MAM : How would you like to do this?
CAMUS : How about we play this game I used to play with the boss when I was a child? You load one bullet into the chamber of a revolver, spin the cylinder, then place the muzzle against your head and pull the trigger. We will pass the gun around. It's a simple, yet deadly game.
MAM : This game is the 18th best game that I've ever played. Are you sure you can do it?
CAMUS : …..Of course I can.
Perhaps sensing Camus' strong determination, Mam's expression hardened. Becoming more serious.
MAM : Show me the gun. Let me check if there are any tricks.
CAMUS : Here. Go ahead.
Mam opens the chamber and pulls at the trigger. Inspecting both closely.
MAM : A six-shooter.
After checking to make sure it's not rigged, Mam loads one bullet into the chamber and spins the cylinder.
MAM : The one who shoots first is always the one who requested the game, correct?
CAMUS : Indeed. That is the rule the boss made. So it will be me this time.
MAM : This is getting exciting. Here. Take it.
Lifting the gun to his temple, Camus prepares to take the shot. After a few seconds pass, he still hasn't managed to pull the trigger.
CAMUS : ……….
EMMA : (Camus…?)
MAM : Ahahahaha!!
EMMA : Eh…?
MAM : This is why I asked if you were sure you could do it!
LEN : The fuck…?
YMIR : What the hell is going on?
CAMUS : ……….
VICTOR : Camus, are you okay? You don't look so good…
LEN : Are you crazy!? You gotta be kidding me! Pull the fuckin' trigger! I bet on you 'cause you said you'd win!!
Len is screaming at Camus, yet he shows no reaction. His face pale and hands trembling.
SEVEN : .....Kukukuku…..
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Hello honey!
YOU GOT 89%!?!? CONGRATULATIONS, THAT IS AMAZING 🎊 👏 Damn, I'm in the presence of a genius! But seriously, that's incredible. Look at you go! I'm proud of you for all the hard work you put into this! For that I would totally treat you to a pie so that you can taste all the deliciousness! But same tbh, I'm a very picky eater and rarely try something new. And welcome to the "Fuck Raspberries" club! Speaking about clubs, I've been neglecting the Frank Fan Club. How's my girl doing?
Hey! No Zoey slander allowed! She's a gift to humanity and deserves to be treasured! It's not our fault you can't understand our ways of thinking. Guess you just gotta keep up become as dirty minded aka interesting as us 😉
Yesss next month I'll be going to a concert and the bayern game!! I'm so excited to see the girls live! Plus, I'm starting on finally getting my drivers license, which I'm honestly dreading because it takes soooo long 🙄
Thank you so much love!!! Now I just have to wait and see if I get accepted into the program! I’m the same way, I hardly try anything new. Raspberries look like they should taste better and I will die on that hill! Frank has been doing good, if a bit evil, but that’s nothing new with her. How has my Sammy boy been doing?
Zoey deserves slander, but I will let it slide only this time! I will definitely need to become as interesting as the two of you 😼
Have fun at concert!!!! And which game are you going to watch? Also, Georgia’s own goal against PSG… good luck with your license!!! But hopefully people make sure to stay off the roads once you start driving :)
A random thing; the other day in my speech class, we all had to give a speech about 3 items that are important to us. There was a German guy in my class and he had brought in a pair of sunglasses and he said those were important to him because he “likes to do his German stare without the Americans noticing” 😭 first time I have ever heard a german accent in real life, and it was a cool one. And is the ‘German stare’ a real thing? 😭
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Becoming a Chelsea fan bc of mason and then getting attached to the team and everyone in it … for them to treat him like shit and sell him to Man U is just heartbreaking.
Im honestly livid like I don’t even want to watch Chelsea next season but I just love the club so much, how could they yk? I can’t even imagine how mason feels rn after everything he’s done for this fucked up club
I just hope he can put all of this behind him now and move on like distract himself with his new challenge 💙
But it’s so messed up and it sucks to not like your club and I feel you on that. Hopefully with time we’ll feel better about them
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Gossamer Bellamira 🥀
Gossamer is the one in the pomfiore uniform I’ll hopefully redraw him soon and actually be happy with it lol
This is my main Twisted Wonderland OC based on Mother Gothel
Appearance: gossamer has naturally curly salt and pepper hair, he’s prematurely graying. He does hide these gray streaks most of the time. His hair hangs down over his left eye and is pulled back on the other side. He has pale skin and angular features, with grey eyes. He constantly wears heavy, make up to hide wrinkles, imperfections, and blemishes. Often times he will decorate his hair with a yellow lily. He dresses very fashionable and often feminine and likes wearing colors like red and burgundy.
Male, He/him
Species: Human
Dorm: Pomfiore
Grade/Class: sophomore/2-E
Birthday: July 31 (Leo)
Age: 17
Height: 6’0”/183 cm
Dominant Hand: right
Homeland: shaftlands
Club: equestrian
Likes: doing makeup
Dislikes: aging
Favorite food: Black Forest cake
Least favorite food: prunes
Talent: noticing really small details
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Signature Spell:
His Signiture spell is called Living Nectar. It is directly tied to Kale’s signature spell, Sun drop, they both have the same incantation. Golden Nectar allows Gossamer to heal wounds/rejuvenate things by stealing energy from another source, typically the person he’s healing. As energy levels are depleted the spell is less potent and lasts for less time. He uses it on himself daily to hide premature aging which constantly keeps his blot levels pretty high. He can not steal energy from himself.
Incantation: Golden nectar glow, return the faded time, rewrite the old to new, the flower will revive. Living Nectar
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Backstory:
TW: abusive mother
he was always hated by his mother. He never knew the reason why. She constantly scrutinized him, and made him insecure about his body and his talents. Often made cruel jokes poking fun at his premature aging amongst other things. He would go to great lengths to hide these imperfections, because he wanted to be good enough for her. Then they got neighbors next-door. There was a boy there that was gossamer’s age. His name was Kale He had a beautiful green eyes and long Golden hair. So instead of just scrutinizing him, his mother also started comparing him to Kale constantly saying how she wished, Kale was her son instead of Gossamer because he was nice and pretty and gossamer was none of those things. She would constantly ask him to invite Kale over and treat Kale like her own son while she neglected gossamer. Gossamer tried to befriend Kale , and stay close to him because maybe he could see what Kale did that his mom liked and copy those things. But it never worked whatever Kale did always impressed his mother more. So he decided to take a different approach. By staying close to Kale he had built up trust with him he would use this trust to manipulate Kale into not doing things so that gossamer could do them at impress his mother. He would use some of his mothers own tactics and tell Kale that he wouldn’t be good enough for specific things but in a backhanded way, that still sounded kind if you were gullible. There wasn’t any reason for Kale not to believe him anyway. But that didn’t work either. If gossamer did the same thing as Kale then kale did it better, if gossamer did some thing that Kale did not he was stealing Kale’s opportunities. This persisted to the point that his mother simply began referring to Kale as her actual son and Kale never minded because he just thought she cared a lot about him. This was why gossamer was happy that they were going to different schools. Kale went off to RSA and gossamer thought his troubles were over if they weren’t at the same school then there wouldn’t be any competition… or would there?
because of the way he was brought up, gossamer often hid his own insecurities by backhandedly, pointing out other peoples. Which makes it difficult for him to make many friends.
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Cool facts:
Kale’s sig spell is the opposite of Gossamer’s he can heal things by using his own energy to rejuvenate others. He can’t take any energy away from people.
Gossamer is dating Crowe Twilight (Xen’s Yuu) Ship name is Moonflower
During VDC sense Vil and Rook were busy He temporarily took over as Housewarden per Vil’s request. During book six he decided he’d do it again.
Floyd’s nickname for him is Angler and Rook’s Is Monsieur Nightshade
he looks up to Vil a lot and for this reason does not try to befriend him
the only people he gets along with on campus are Kalim, Riddle, and Jade. Kalim is too gullible to notice Gossamer’s complements are back handed. Riddle, bless his soul, just thinks it’s constructive criticism and he’s impressed with gossamer’s riding skills. And him and Jade have a tentative friendship as they’re in the same class but they’re more like frenemies.
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Overblot design:
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🪸DAY 17 (9/29/23)🌊
I’m online now, it’s 3:45am. Going to cam for two hours, take a break and get back on around 6:45a-7a and cam until 10a. Gonna log as I go, so let’s get it!! I’m listening to my little Monodrone and Synth-wave music, and I’m watching Boze’s 7 hour true crime marathon. There are currently 177 Ebonies online, so I think I got on at a good little time.
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It’s 4:42a, I’ve been online for 57 minutes and I’ve made $1! Whew! It’s a hot mess, but I’ve mentioned that 2-4a was slow for me, and look what happened—wasted my time lol. I had a few people acting new or trying to get over, so I ended up making this preset message:
If they wanna act like I’m green and brand new iI’ll treat them like they are too!! ;)
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Anyways I’m 1hr17min in, $1 in earnings. I have 5 more hours to go. I’m just shooting for $186, nothing big, hopefully I can make it, at the very least half hell!!
✨My money affirmation: Money comes to me, easily, don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing!✨
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Alright! I have been online for 1hr 56 minutes, I have made $1.50!! Yes, I have made a McChicken lol!
I am about to take that lil' break and get back on in another hour. I will say, the 4am hour isn't the best, and I've learned (several times over) that my regulars and newbies usually come in around 5:30-6:30am-ish, so I'm gonna hold out and push through it!
Now, I did ask a customer how the site was acting to him and he said it was glitchy on his laptop, but it works perfectly on his phone, so that makes me feel better to know that I'm not trippin lol! I also heard from a regular that the privates have been lagging pretty bad, but it's been that way for years, which is why they get offline shows from me, and I get it.
I just refuse to just give up today! It's pay day, and somebody is finna bless my damn pockets THIS MORNING!!
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I’m still trying my best to push thru! I’ve been online for 3hr32mins. I’ve made $55 and some change. It’s been slow as hell boo, but ima keep pushin. I’m at least gonna try to make $100 out of this morning. I will get online later tonight/tomorrow, most likely during the late night. It’s strikes going on, the govt shutting down, but chile all I can do is keep pushin! On the bright side I’m home, and not spending no money to work in a club during this crisis!
I have noticed, and I think I’ve mentioned it before. When people don’t have a lot of money to spend, if any at all, THEY WILL TALK and talk and talk! I’ve noticed that this morning, a few of my regulars have been talking my fingers off. Maybe they just want a little conversation, and I’m fine with that, but I’ve noticed that the more they talk the shorter the show or the less money they end up spending. When they have it, they spend it! Just like when I used to go window shopping at the mall, seeing what I liked, looking around knowing I don’t have the funds lol. I spend a longer time looking around, than just going and buying what I want when I have the coin to spend. It’s basically the same thing! I’m fine with them testing the waters a bit and letting them get to know my personality, but for the most part, run me some coin! I’m not finna be talking too damn long now! I type a lot more than I talk, because a lot of them just want my attention and acknowledgment. So if they’re brand new I don’t talk until they tip or we go private, I just type to them, and regulars I do a little talking and more typing until they spend some money. It just saves me energy!
Anywho, it’s 9:14a, I’m getting off this mf at 10:00a, turning my air down and taking a damn nap lol!
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Okay last 18 minutes, it's 9:42a, I made $68! Bish I been online all damn morning lol, but I'm not finna complain too much. It's been a few times where I've been online for longer and have made less. I just gotta stack it up through the day chile. I wanted to make that $100 this morning, but I need a damn break!!! Looking at my stats, I really could’ve just saved those first two hours, because I made $67 in 2 hours, my last hour online was kind of a bust too. Soooo looking at it like that, it’s not THAT bad, but still, DAMN!😂
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Okay, I logged off at 10:10a, and I made $68 this morning. I really need to split cam, I'm actually gonna start it ASAP, because depending on one site ain't havin it for me! I’ve been splitting here and there, but bump that, I’m gonna get on a split cam schedule and stick to it. I'm grateful for the lil coin, don’t get me wrong, but sheesh lol! My ass will be back online today though, so let me shut up and go take a nap lol!
I'll ttyl, thanks for reading!! 💕
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Title: Vampire’s Kiss (Chapter 11: Unreachable Sin. Part 2 of 18)
Fandom: King of Fighters
Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami, Shingo Yabuki, Orochi, Yashiro Nanakase, Leona Heidern, Kain R. Heinlein, Chizuru Kagura, Kusanagi, Goeniko, Chris
Pairing: Iori Yagami x Kyo Kusanagi (main one)
Genre: AU, BL, Supernatural, Fantasy, Gothic Fantasy, Adventure, Slow-Burn, Eventual Romance, Dark Themes, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Human/Vampire Relationship, Human/Demon Relationship
Summary: This vampire already has bad luck on his side, yet he decides that his next prey going to be a certain redhead vampire hunter. However, the very little he knows how this encounter will end��
AO3 Link
It was a misty night in the city. Even street lamps' light was slowly devoured by this mist. However, the stars of cloudless sky was brighter and just kept a company for lonely moon, who now kindly shown a path for wanderers. Despise a late hour, the city was awake and ignoring silent waltz of stars. Now it was the time when the night-walkers ruled. No, it weren’t any of monsters or demons, it was a human beings, who seek out either for excitement, either for the pleasure in this glamorous night.
There were shining and glittering neon signs of bars, clubs or new advertisements of various brands like inviting with open hands any wanderer with nicer sum of money or suit. Just go, just try your luck, live the moment - it was hard to resist and pass through so lightly… The air in streets was filled with various mixed fragrance - innocently sweet and light, choking over-powered scent of flowers or other sweets, the spiciness or refreshing, it was hard too hard to tell whom each scent belonged. Of course, you could hear a chatter and chuckling of couples or see being more close one to another.
Along that there was hearable the rhythmic beat of music from passing by cars, which as soon appears, the soon disappears in distance. Or so, this the life of night city. For this brunette it wasn’t anything too special, but it was better than the silence. He just walked without minding the pulse of night life of city’s center. A vampire or a human - no one could tell a difference, if you didn’t stood up from crowd. So, there was no reason to worry being discovered so easily. However, this vampire had no business in this part of area yet he needed to go to west side out of town - this where located that recently infamous bar.
Hopefully, he would unexpectedly spotted by that hunter, because it seems that this redhead has a habit to show up when least Kyo wants, or so, he though. Besides, this time, he has no real reason to worry or fear. He was innocent and did nothing wrong, or hoped so. Although, this brunette does not fully understand Yagami's motives or why he acts like that. If this hunter like mentioned last time, just desire to face a powerful foe, then why he doesn't leave this vampire alone and hunt down for real high-ranked monster, who might be a worthy opponent? But now...
This stupid hunter has out of nowhere some kind high expectations for Kyo. Just what a hell he knows about this brunette? Yet treats him like personal test subject for own made up theories. What this redhead tries to accomplish by doing this? Heck, offering a food for this vampire and even sacrifices himself. What if this hunter's effort going to be vain? Of course, Kyo would never say no to that blood and takes it as kind offer, after all, not every day you can encounter a human being, who is out of blue as simply as that gives a better treat. But it is possible that he may never regain his former strength and powers. More important, if this vampire would have a control over the hunter, he might not be able hold back. Yagami may be drained to the last drop and become a mere food for him.
Damn, does he want to make Kyo feel bad for his death because of his own nature? Who does he think is he? Even so, then this vampire has to prove that he is not just a blood-thirsty monster, who sees humans as good as fine dinner. Heck, if it wasn’t for that minority of vampires, who openly can kill and makes vampires look so bad, he wouldn’t be hunted in a first place or have a bounty on this head. However, he holds no grudge or hatred against humanity. Yes, some human beings can be annoying or unpleasant, but not necessary all of them are the same. So, it’s not an excuse to act as a rabid dog.
On other hand, it become a pretty complicated case with this redhead. The only way to know the answers from Yagami - how he insist, only by defeating him. Whenever it was just a bluff or not - doesn’t matter. This only condition was clear and fair enough, but with current power and strength, it was nearly impossible for Kyo. He wanted to become stronger than anyone else as fast as he could and finally face this redhead. Nevertheless, he is not going to regret for his impatience and curiosity. No one forced this brunette to do as this hunter says, it was his own independent decision.
But for now, Kyo was getting closer to out of town. It wasn’t so much light as in center, only singly street lamps shown him the way. At least, it was peaceful and quiet here. Nearly not a single living soul has crossed his road. As he was getting closer to abandoned bar, he began to feel uneasiness and pressure around him. Eventually, he could feel like being choked yet he was alone. Hopefully, it’s all in his head, so, this brunette tried to ignore this and keep on going.
Fifty meters, still same feeling, but now he widens his eyes and nearly fell on knees. Right now, he began to tremble. There was no mistake - someone was here and this vampire didn’t liked this. It was a second time in his life, he was scared like this. There was only person in world, who has awaken that primal sense of fear. No, Yagami could never do that, even if from the first glance he may look scary. Also, he certainly wouldn’t mock this vampire while torturing for false crimes and just blame for existence of his kind.
This twisted and vile person was somewhere near, Kyo was sure. There was no reason to stay at this place, so, he slowly steps back and turns around. However, all of sudden, a stinging pain was piercing his nape. After this vampire reaches with his left hand the hurting part of his neck, he could grasp a tiny arrow. Without hesitation he pulls it with one movement and silently groans. However, now vampire frozen in fear when he hears that familiar gentle yet sadistic voice behind him ‘‘My, what a people we have here…Looks like you are still alive, vampire.’’
Kyo tossed that arrow on ground and turned to face this fiend. That’s right, the same person, who sent him to his own personal hell five years ago, this man has not changed at all. The menacing chuckle pierced through vampire yet this person continued ‘‘So, it’s really you, little slaughterer. You are as rotten little disgusting beast as I remember. However, this time, I won’t be so merciful and kind this time. ’’
This vampire instinctively growls and shows his fangs at this long haired blonde hunter, who looked so calm and unaffected. The snow-white long coat, same color pants, long until lower back blonde hair - from first glance, anyone could mistake him as angel, however, behind that look there is a more twisted and vile being than any underworld creature could be. Or so, this is an old time member of Hunter Guild - Kain. Kyo's eyes began to glow in bright crimson red as well.
This brunette tried his luck to stretch his nails and now slashes with one hand his opponent. However, The hunter was faster and moved aside, leaving this vampire nearly tripping over the air. Damn, why it didn’t worked? His nails remained the same. Yet this brunette heard a mockery in chill tone ‘‘Too slow. Is this the best you can do?’’. Without second thought Kyo dodge down and spin kicks the enemy. However, another failed attack - Kain avoid attack and now he was behind this vampire’s back.
‘‘What a sluggish creature are you. Know your place!’’ and this brunette barely had time to react to this fiend attack. He felt a strong numb pain on left side of back. Fortunately for this vampire that the broadsword of this cold-hearted blonde was in it’s sheath. Kyo was now lying on his stomach yet now he was shaking while tried to get up from cold pavement. For some reason his body now felt so heavy and he could barely move.
Kain judged with mocking look alone this vampire and now he several times stepped on Kyo’s back ‘‘I’m surprised how you can still move. Yet I must congratulate you for that, vampire. However, I do not need bounty from your head, but you have something else what I can use.’’. Shit, why does he cannot control his body, though this vampire. It’s like his own body paralyzed yet his mind still sharp and clear. In this case, he can’t fight back no matter how he wished. This blonde just chucked ‘‘It’s seems the poison already started to work. At least, be grateful. You won’t feel any pain and after I’m done, you’ll be released from your pathetic existence. So, let’s go. ’’.
Lastly, the vampire hunter removed his foot from vampire’s back and now bends down to grab back side of Kyo’s jacket collar. This brunette wanted to escape at any cost, but he cursed himself for not being able to do anything and that suspense what happens to him only made things worse. So, is he going to die as simply as that? Damn, where is that stupid hunter? Even if he knew that it is a useless effort to call Yagami’s name in his mind, but this the only thing he could think up at this moment. Despise that he was dragged towards the mysterious place, where blonde hunter probably even going to personally execute him.
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#whatimreadingnow … I have so many books on my to-read pile waiting for the appropriate time for me to open them, and being on the cusp of a new year seems the right moment to crack the cover of Last of the Better Days Ahead by one of my favorite #minnesotamusicians, @charlie.parr. I can’t count the number of times I’ve seen Charlie play, from the @turfclubmn to small venues throughout MN. But I have fond memories of that first time I saw him take the stage. It was back 10+ years and over in Bayfield, WI, at Big Top Chautauqua. I was there to see Greg Brown. I had no clue who the opening act was, so when this dude with a scruffy beard, blue jean overalls, and a beat-up baseball cap walked onto the stage, I thought he was just a stagehand checking on things. The silence that washed over the audience at that moment hinted at the musical treat I was about to experience. I’ve been a fan since, and if his book is half as good as some of his songs, then it’ll be a damn fine read. And if plans work out, he’s got a residency at the Turf Club this January. Hopefully I can make that a countless + 1 times I’ve seen him play. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm2JFCZp73V/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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‘The Social Network’ Press Conference
Without question, for the past week there has been no escaping Sony’s The Social Network.David Fincher’s exploration of the controversial origins of Facebook is a shining accomplishment of filmmaking and is already getting loads of Oscar buzz. There was subtle electricity in the air at the Harvard Club in New York City when stars Jesse Eisenberg, Justin Timberlake, Andrew Garfield and Armie Hammer and screenwriter Aaron Sorkin took the stage to answer questions about the bold movie and we’re bringing you the entire conference today!
Read on below for the complete transcript, in which Eisenberg talks about his fascination with Facebook co-founder Mark Zuckerberg, Timberlake talks about meeting Napster creator Sean Parker and Sorkin defines Aristotelian writing.
Q: I believe you delivered one of the best lines in the movie, if you could please talk about that line and about Mr. Sorkin’s dialogue and how great it was to utter his words. And Mr Sorkin if you could talk about that specific line.
Hammer: It was a treat to be given words like Aaron wrote and kind of make them your own and bring them to life. It was like be given a beautiful piano concerto, you knew if you played it right it would have that musicality to it. If you dropped one word or one syllable it would lose that musicality to it. It was something we were all trying to live by. It was a treat to have his words.
Sorkin: And you know, I thought Armie was terrific. There’s a temptation of lesser actors when they see a line like that to just over swing. This is a line and I’m just going to crush it and by doing that they’re going to stomp on it. And Armie and no one here had that temptation and that’s just great actor’s instincts.
Q: If you could meet and go out to eat with Mark Zuckerburg what would you say to him and where would you go? Second question to Aaron if you could talk a little about getting an award for your acting and who would you like to present it?
Sorkin: Thank you, finally. (laughs)
Eisenberg: I’d like to go to Johnny Rockets, they have good shakes. I’ve spent about 6 months thinking about him everyday, developing quite an affection for the character and by extension the man and I’d be very interested in meeting him. Fortunately my first cousin Erik got a great job at Facebook. I don’t know if when we finish shooting that he’ll facilitate an introduction. I don’t know what I’d say, its the kind of thing that I think about all the time but still when you finally get the card to him it says Merry Christmas instead of Happy Valentine’s day. So I can’t imagine what that’d be like.
Sorkin: This is a movie about an ad executive who meets real people. I did have a lot of work with Andrew and Jesse and when the camera was turned around and on me and I could just see it in their eyes they had this look like “it’s not so easy is it?” But David just said to me “you’re going to play the ad executive” and i said “come on David, let’s see some real actors do it” and he said “no, you’re going to do it and that is that.” I think we didn’t do that many takes. I think I nailed it? But thank you for asking, I think my performance is greatly overlooked.
Q: Since you gentleman have been thinking about and hopefully obsessing about social networks and Facebook. Can you talk about a little about why you think people are obsessed with social networks? Why they do join Facebook? Why it has 500 million members? For better or for worse, I know Aaron you broke your obsession and closed your account, I know a lot of us don’t do that, I’d like to hear your thoughts on why you did that.
Timberlake: It was fun to watch the film. There are so many scenes that get shot without certain actors in the scene. And there’s a line that Jesse’s character says about being in ‘a final club, you are the president and its a party and you’re throwing it.’ I think that’s kind of the intrigue about having your own Facebook page and profile and you create it and its your own world, i would assume its like that. As we’ve been promoting the film I get the idea collectively that none of us are really that savvy using Facebook or running our social network. I would think that would be the intrigue and I think that what makes the film so intriguing and the bigger picture if you zoom out is that I think social networking in general is still a hypothesis and people ask the question and they ask it more and more and they ask it to people like us. And I don’t know why they expect an answer because I’m ridiculously stupid when it comes to social networking but I think the hypothesis is still is it a good thing or a bad thing? I think there’s always a medium that we push to show how human we are, how kind and cruel we are. The accessibility and instant gratification of having all your photos and profiles lined up. And that’s probably what makes Facebook or any other social network so great to people. I think that’s the intrigue if its going to create great things in the world or are we going to waste away with it and i think that’ll get people in the theater.
Q: Do you guys know if the people you play in the movie have seen it and if so, what’s their reaction to it?
Hammer: The Winklevoss twins were there last night and the premier.
Eisenberg: How’d you know that?
Hammer: They were the two 6’5” guys.
Eisenberg: Oh, I didn’t see them.
Hammer: I mean, they seemed pumped to be there.
Garfield: I do know Divya Narendra was there with his dad as well and they were very sweet and generous. They all seemed to enjoy the evening and it was very odd to see them, I hadn’t met them. it was very very strange that kind of reality, it kind of makes you feel terrible that we made this movie because these people exists and there lives are being played out. But they seemed ok, which is strange.
Sorkin: The real ad executive was there last night.
Q: I couldn’t find any clear cut good guys/bad guys in the film, who is the antagonist in this film?
Sorkin: I’m glad that you couldn’t find a clear cut good guy bad guy, right or wrong, a person who is lying. And the antagonist and protagonist in the story shift as we go along. This movie doesn’t belong to any particlular genre. The one that its most closely related to is court room drama where we are certain of someone’s guilt or innocence at the beginning and we change our minds 5 times on the way through. But strictly speaking, and I don’t mean to get hoity toity on you, but in Aristotelian terms, Mark is an anti-hero which actually makes him the protagonist and generally you put the protagonist with the hero but thats not what it means. He spends the first hour and 55 minutes being the anti-hero and the last five minutes as a tragic hero. Which means he has paid a price and experiencing remorse. The antagonist and just in purely Aristotelian terms, and this is stuff you learn in playwriting school, is the person without whom the story couldn’t get going are the Wishcovasses, Sean, and Eduardo. Which is to say that if no one had ever sued Mark or Facebook there wouldn’t be a story. The protagonist and antagonist in this case don’t relate to good guy and bad guy.
Q: Jesse, doing your researching and playing and getting your feedback about Mark Zuckerberg, what is your impression of him? And Justin I know you said you’re not that into computers but what is your obsession and how do you spend time?
Eisenberg: My impression of him is more from the character, I don’t know the real Mark Zuckerberg. I, like everyone, was delighted to see his very generous donation made yesterday. As I said I developed a great affection over the course of filming and even over the course of this publicity tour we’ve done I’ve been asked that. The more I think about it the greater affection I develope. you know in the movie the character that Aaron created is a guy who is desperately trying to fit in and doesn’t have the social where withal to do so. I can certainly relate to that. And almost to cope he creates this incredible tool to interact in a way he feel comfortable and because of his incredible insight, 500 million other people want to use the tool as well. It’s just a fascinating character and complicated in all the right ways. You don’t even know, he might act in a way that hurts other characters. Its by the end of the movie totally understandable.
Sorkin: I just wanted to say, because Jesse raised the subject of the donation Mark made, and I really do think its nothing to do with the movie. I really do think its worth mentioning and I know we all feel this way because we talked about it last night. Everybody involved with the movie, everybody at Sony, everbody at NYFF, no sooner had it been announced that he was going to donate 100 million to the newark public school system and since a lot of public school systems need it, a lot of talk of cynical motives were being ascribed to it and I just have to say that it’s wrong. He’s made a great gesture. Surely the students, the teachers, the parents don’t care why it was done. Someone does something like that, the only response is thank you sir, thank you very much. I think its very worth us coming to Mark’s side about that.
Timberlake: You wanted to know about my online obsession? You really want to know about that? It’s really not that interesting. I’m not obsessed. I’m happy to say I’m three years clean.
Q: I get the sense, and please correct me if i’m wrong, that you and David Fincher are both fairly meticulous individuals. And in a recent NY Magazine profile of the film it talked about one of the disagreements you had about what type of alcohol the Mark Zuckerberg character should be drinking when he created Facemash. If you could talk about your working style, how do two people with specific visions make it work in a collaborative environment? Also if there are any other disagreements between the script and what we saw on screen?
Sorkin: The part you just said, how do two people with two different opinions, almost sounded like the opening narration for the Odd Couple, the television show. In a lot of ways there was a Felix and Oscar quality to it, I’m not sure which is which. Its not, David and I, at first glance intuitively as the right marriage between director and material. David is peerless as a visual director and I write through talking. but David, first of all, embraced the fact that this story will be told through language but he did bring a distinct visual style to this and he did as a director get sensational performances from this very talented but young cast. Our disagreements fell into two categories: things like the screwdriver and the beer, let me just parenthetically say for anyone who doesn’t know what you’re referring to, in Mark Harris’ New York Magazine’s piece, we know from Mark’s blog, this is early on in the plot we hear in voice over after the break up scene with Erica that he’s drunk. He says so, he says “I’m intoxicated” that blog was verbatim, I excised small parts of it just to make it shorter and to make my life more easier with transitions but it was verbatim he says “I’m intoxicated” so what I’ve written in the script was that he walks into his dorm room, he turns on the computer, walks out of the frame, comes back into the frame puts a glass down, ice is dumped into the glass while he gets orange juice and poured over the vodka and he begins typing. Shortly before photography began we found out it was a beer he was drinking and it was Beck’s. David came to me and he said “Hey we’re not going to do the screwdriver now so Mark’s going to go the mini fridge in his dormroom and he’s gonna have a beer and open it up” and I said “Come on David, he was drunk, that’s all that matter, doesn’t matter how he got there and the orange juice vodka is more visually interesting to make than the beer and also immediately reads as I’m trying to get drunk rather than just you drink a beer because you’re thirsty or just because you’re a college student.” And he said “I don’t care. If it was Becks beer its gonna be Beck’s beer.” And that is one very small example of how serious we were about the facts, but the fact that we know what brand of beer he was drinking on a Tuesday night in October seven years ago when there were only three other people in the room should tell you something about how close our research sources were to the subject and to the event. Other than that it was again tiny things along the way. Just words, things like that. The first draft essentially turned out to be the shooting script. There would just be refinements along the way. but not the kind like “we have no third act” changes that happened in the script development process. What David was adamant about not having was a script development process. He insisted to the studio that the movie be made right away. He didn’t want to go through nine drafts and notes from the executives at the studio. They would’ve been very smart notes but it would have homogenized the idiosyncratic nature of the writing and David would not do that. So we may be Felix and Oscar but it worked and if I never work with another director other than David Fincher for the rest of my life I would be very happy.
Q: Justin, unlike the case with Jesse and Mark, I understand you did get to meet Sean Parker. I wonder how that went and whether you gained anything from it.
Timberlake: I briefly bumped into him, here in New York one time. But we spoke for probably all of two minutes. And ironically I met him before I was cast in the role, there was probably a three week period where one of the parts of the zeitgeist that is the internet there was a three week period where I was going through an audition process that had been announced that I was going to play the role. So I went through a three week period where I was thinking “Dammit, I better get this role because everyone thinks I’m playing it.” No, I’m kidding. but I met him before I was cast in the role in the movie and we met briefly and he seemed very nice but we didn’t really talk about much. He mentioned he had read the script and he thought I was going to be playing the part but I wasn’t so that was awkward. He seemed like a nice guy. We said hello, it was in passing, I was leaving and he was arriving.
Q: Justin, great performance, there’s tons of Oscar buzz for you, what would that mean to you? What difference do you get -
Timberlake: Why did you just say that? (laughs)
Q: What kind of feeling do you get from acting that you don’t from music?
Timberlake: Why would you say that? (laughs) I’ll give you an example of one of the first conversations I had in private with David Fincher about making this film and his process. Obviously I have spent a lot of time on stage and the rehearsal process for getting ready for a tour is that of, that alone is probably like writing a screenplay and putting together the shot sheets and putting together stage production probably takes on our tour takes about 10 months from concept to actually getting to the first show. So its very similar here and you have a very long long time out. Methodical rehearsal process because you only get one take, for instance you step up on stage and you get one pass at it and it has to be something that has been work shopped in front of different types of crowds that you trust. So cut to my conversation with David and he came in and said “I know that you probably like to get your performance all together because of your instinctive nature coming from stage and I want you to know that I’ll try to be cognizant of you starting to grow tired of how many takes I like to do.” I stopped him right there and said, I want you to know that I used a really crappy sports analogy and said, “On a football team I wasn’t going to be a whiny wide receiver that I came into this movie completely knowing my role, excited about it.” I thought more of myself as a linebacker that if he wanted me to hit, I’d make a hit. I’d do it 98, 99 times. I find the actual method of it all they’re staggered in how the whole thing is created. But it really is a different process. Its more collaborative. Everything I put together on stage, I’m sort of the buck. Everything starts with me and I do have to instinctively trust what you’re doing as much as everyone is offering things up to you. But to get to toss the ball around with such great actors its a completely different fulfilling collaborative creative experience and to have the freedom and go in and mess it up for 97 takes and get to the 98th and its good. David says we’re moving on. I think we’re all wanting to please David and if we all did that we’re all satisfied with our performance.
Q: Obviously Mark Zuckerberg didn’t cooperate because you guys wouldn’t change the name of facebook to something else, etc. Which of the other main characters didn’t have your cooperation? Reading the NY Mag it was unclear about whether Garfield’s character cooperated and whether Sean Parker did or not?
Sorkin: I was very lucky, there were a number of people who were portrayed in the movie, their real life doppelgangers who were portrayed in the movie as well other people who aren’t in the movie but were there in the room for things happening who did talk to me but most of them spoke on the condition of anonymity but I’m afraid I can’t clear it up any more than I have. Let me clear up the thing about one of the things about James Carver and Facebook. That is more of a sort of overarching thing, another Scott Reid, the director of communications at Facebook, he was the one Scott was negotiating with. Scott said “What would it take to get you to cooperate with us?” He said “Don’t set it at Harvard and dont call it Facebook.” In other words, we’ll help you out if you write fiction but we’re not going to help you out telling the true story.
Q: You said that you write people sitting in a room talking, how do you make that dynamic for the screen? To Jesse – that first scene is so patently? and absorbent? Can you talk about tapping into that?
Sorkin: Well, I do it because they’re not sitting in a room talking, they’re standing in a room talking. That’s how I infuse it with a Michael Bay type energy. I got a lot of help from the actors and director making it visually interesting. You know my parents took me to plays starting when I was very little. Often too little to understand what the play was about like Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe when I was 8, things like that. Because I didn’t understand the story, I fell in love with the sound of dialogue, it sounded like music to me. I wanted to imitate that sound when I wrote. I like dialogue that sounds like something. I also like how you referred to the first scene, I appreciate the compliment. I wanted to start out at 100mph in the middle of the conversation so the audience would have to run a little bit suddenly just to keep us with us. Just doing that gives the impression of back and forward motion in the thing. David comes along for sequences like the one that follows where Mark is hacking, laughing, drinking, hacking, creating Facemash, Facemash goes viral all the while going back and forth to this party in Mark’s mind maybe all of our minds that incredible party that we never get invited to. And David shot it tight and Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross scored it like it was backdrop like it was an action sequence. Things like that make it feel the way you wanted to feel and I appreciate the compliment.
Eisenberg: I saw the movie for the first time last night and I had the same reaction to the first scene that I had the first time I read Aaron’s script even though I knew the scene so intimately which was that after the 2 or 3 minutes of the scene you realize that its not going to end its such a wonderful surprise because you just don’t see scenes not only that nuanced and complex and but of that length. And for an actors that’s what you want and is thrilling with working with a script like Aaron’s. An interesting anecdote is that, David does many takes. We performed that scene 99 times, though we refused to do it the extra time to make it 100. It was really exciting, it was the third day of the shoot. It was exciting for me to figure out who Mark is and use the first two nights to experiment, how detached is he? How is he affected by what she said? How is effected by conflict in general? It was wonderful to have two nights of run through and two nights to film such a scene.
Q: Andrew, did you find a great connection with Jesse and do you have anything coming up?
Garfield: There’s a smart one (laughs). My connection with Jesse, I can talk about that for days, and weeks, months, and years. There were some subconscious forces happening as we were getting into the rehearsal process and maybe we this is only from my perspective, my subconscious knew that I had to fall in love with him and see him as brother and have a genuine love for him. it was very easy to project that onto such an innocent face and soul. It was really lovely to soak it all up and I feel really awkward saying this with you here.
Eisenberg: I’m getting a kick out of it.
Garfield: No, it was great. I’ve been a fan of Jesse as an actor and Aaron as a screenwriter. It was just a wonderful thing to have a genuine connection and have a laugh with and read into not being in the film and allowed it to bleed through. We’d share rides in together in the morning, we’d eat lobster in Boston and crabs in Baltimore. Wherever we were we’d have the shellfish of that specific area. Little things like that. It was just really fun opportunity. Second part of the question – oh yes, I’m going to be Spider-Man.
Q: Fincher is known for doing a lot of takes, what was the least amount of takes you had to do, the most you had to do? What was your reaction for seeing the film for the first time.
Hammer: I don’t remember the most number of takes, its one of those things you black out to get through the day. I do remember we shot 46 takes of the long long talk before Fincher said “cut, print, take that one and erase all the ones before it and shoot it again”
Timberlake: That was sort of David’s process. Obviously I’m sure he didn’t do that in film, but working digitally in this film its what David would do. David would use the first 20-25��as rehearsal. if something good came out of it, it was more of a fluke in his mind than what he was trying to get. So you’d literally get to the twentieth fifth take he’d say “Ok, great print that” like Armie said “erase the others” it was immediate and you felt like “really? ok.”
Hammer: There must be something in there.
Timberlake: Again, I can’t stress and I’m pretty sure this is a collective feeling, that it was very freeing while feeling like you were running wind sprints that turned into a marathon. It was very freeing to be a part of that process because after you got used to the fact that this was what he was doing, he made a statement that didn’t cross my mind, the money for this film went into the time for us to make this film. Andrew commented on it and I couldn’t agree more that how amazing that is for a director to say “I want time for my actors to act and for me to watch them act and to direct them.” He is one of the most bravest directors you could ever be lucky enough to work with. I’ll say this as well, he does not get bored easily. And when I say easily I mean, at all. Every take he would find something that was so specific, the specificity of his direction every take there was no question in your mind what he was trying to get you to accomplish. What he wanted to see through your character. I’ve never seen someone so hyper smart and multi tasking. To watch him direct the camera operator and then Jesse and myself. And then have the set design come in and move the blinds an inch because they were wanting to shield the lights at an angle. There was a 25 minutes session where the blinds were moved. ok, STOP, ok, STOP, ok, STOP. I was literally like well what do you think he’s trying to accomplish and then I saw that part and i was like “those blinds look good.” We all felt so free to just get it out on the floor and mess it up and find what was great dynamic between all these young brilliant minds and to have all these takes.
Sorkin: I think what Justin just said is true and then some. It wouldn’t have been able to happen if our producer, Scott Rudin, who I think is the best producer in films and Broadway who’s alive right now and I can make a strong argument for best producer who has ever been alive. As an example all of what Justin talked about simply would not have been possible if Scott, and its only a small part of his job, but the first and from my end most important part of his job was to be my script editor on the movie. I wrote the draft then came to new york and worked in Scott’s office every morning refining the script, we spent a couple of weeks doing that before we sent it to Sony. But none of what Justin just described would have been possible if Scott hadn’t gone to Amy Pascal and Sony and said this is whats needed to do this movie right, there’s no point in doing the movie if we’re not going to do it right. So spend the extra money so we can do it right and Scott gets listened to.
Eisenberg: Someone asked about the great amount of takes as if the actors are in opposition of doing that. Every actor I know would stay here all day if there were more film in the camera, the alternative is sitting in the trailer. So this movie was absolutely pleasant to do it and we were all thrilled for the amount of time we spent actually acting and not sitting around waiting to act.
Hammer: Maybe even more time because we were being directed by someone like David Fincher.
Timberlake: I know you’re thinking of like normal sized trailer but we had our own little cubby holes.
Sorkin: David didn’t believe in any of the frills or bells and whistles of a movie set. Usually you have a set filled with director’s chairs with the name and the logo of the movie on it. On this set you sat on the floor when you weren’t working. There’s usually a big craft service table with all kinds of food all day long, snacks that keep changing. I personally, during the shooting of a movie, like to snack right by the craft service table. Its my little spot. This craft service was like a mini snack pack of Doritos and a thing of red vines and it had water out of a cooler. David doesn’t like to spend money.
Q: How did acting silently in music videos such as Cry Me A River and Sexy Back prepare you in general for acting in feature films? And specifically the scene in new york restaurant is so different than you appear in person.
Timberlake: I’m not sure how to take that.
Q: It’s a compliment, where did you go inside yourself to find that brash, super confident persona. How did you prepare for that scene?
Timberlake: Making music videos, which we don’t do any more because there’s no point, back when we made those dinosaurs we called music videos, I never really thought about it as acting. I’ll try to find an answer as I fumble through this. I guess a video like Cry Me A River that I worked with on with Francis Lawrence that was probably the most similar to this because it was like a short film and another video I worked on called What Goes Around with Sam Bayer that actually Nick Casavettes wrote some dialogue for, so those two are probably the most similar because they’re more short film style. But I find it much easier to tell a narrative if you have 4 minutes if you kind of jump through things. But I guess it’ll be very similar to making a short film and on top of that writing music what Aaron says about how he feel in love with dialogue as a young person, I feel like every script you read is very musical and the very first answer he gave was describing Aaron’s dialogue to music. There’s a rhythm to it, every writer is different and Aaron is just better. I think that there is a lot of musicality to acting. I can find a lot of relative to it. As far as that scene its like one of your favorite song to play in the car and turn up and sing really loud. Thats the best way to feel this answer. I remember reading this scene at Stanford with Sean Parker, how can you not love this guy? His brashness and his dazzle, his cynical wit, his brilliance just popped off the page, I feel like I just walked into this room and just said what Aaron wrote. If there’s some sort of dazzle to the character you might want to ask Aaron about it because he wrote this character in such a dazzling way that I felt a responsibility to not mess it up.
Q: When the film ends with the statistic about how much Facebook is estimated to be worth, my first thought was how is that even possible? It was funny, the people behind me said it too. Its a free diversion, and in researching it did you find where the value of the company is and how they’re able to mask it?
Sorkin: The original evaluation came from when several years ago Microsoft bought 1.7% of the company for 270 million dollars and you extrapolate that and you arrive at the value of Facebook. And its gone up since then. my recollection is that when I wrote the script that the impulse at impulse at 17 billion dollars and in between my writing the script and locking the picture really just a few weeks ago it got 8 billion dollars more valuable and you would have to ask someone who knows something about these things. All i know is that Facebook is now valued at 25 billion and that original 17 evaluation is because Microsoft bought 1.7%.
Q: Mark Zuckerberg is still really young and when this movie takes place he is in Harvard and we tend to forgive his mistakes but in this case you’re kind of putting together what might be the defining portrait of the guy when he’s gotten 75 or whatever years ahead of him. Is there a kind of sense of duty or anxiety about building this character as young as he is?
Sorkin: Yes, anytime you write nonfiction about someone who is still very much alive and a non fiction movie which makes a very loud cymbal crash around the world, its a canon shot that’s hard to ignore. Its the thing that’s probably going to give most people their impression of the person or event. You’re very aware you have two important things in your hand. You have history and someones life. First do no harm. You don’t want to play it fast with the truth, you don’t want to mess around with anything. Look, there have been conflicting versions about this story ever since the event happened up to and including and well beyond those two lawsuits which both reached the deposition phase where the defendant, the plaintiff, the witnesses all came into the deposition room, all swore out an oath and ended up with three very different versions of the story. I did not get one version and decide that is the truth so I’ll dramatize that and pick another version and think that’s the sexiest and juiciest so I’ll dramatize that. I liked that there were three different and often time conflicting versions of the story. So I wanted to present Roshomon type thing that I think if I were Facebook or I were Mark I would only want it told from my point of view but its told from Mark’s point of view as well as the points of view of the people who were suing him. That said, I would never be unfair to anyone whether they were a billionaire or a pauper. I don’t think we’re unfair to anyone in this movie. I think everyone gets their say and I think by the end of the movie you want to give Mark a hug.
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I'll Take Your Man(s)- 9
Part 8
Series Masterlist
Characters: EZ Reyes x black!reader, Miguel Galindo x black!reader
Summary: No one lives forever
Warnings: Death of a loved one, hospitals, just major sad vibes.
A/N: Its finally here! I wanted to wait til I finished the whole series, but I decided I should give y'all something. Hopefully I'll finish the series soon enough.
Life was finally getting together. EZ was a great boyfriend, the sex was even better, your job was the best you ever had, you were back in school, and your dad was making some positive progress. Even things with Miguel were good. You realized how much he needed a friend that he wasn’t paying.
The only complaint you had was that EZ was distracted by something. Him and Angel were going through stuff. It wasn’t club shit or Adelita. Whatever it was, it was something with why they weren’t talking to each other a few months ago. Maybe you could get it out of EZ at lunch today. As you gathered your things to meet him, Frankie met you at your desk.
“Ugh,” you dropped your purse. “Which Reyes I gotta bail out now?” Since their little reconciliation, the Reyes brother bonding time consisted of getting in trouble or arrested together.
“Uh YNN,” Frankie took a deep breath. “It’s not EZ, Angel, or anyone from the club for that matter.”
The tone in his voice told you all you needed to know. “No.” Luckily your desk was right behind you to prevent you from falling.
“He’s at the hospital, right now. He still has time. I’m here to escort you.”
You shot a quick text to EZ, saying you had to cancel due to an important case. He had other shit to deal with and you didn’t want him distracted while doing club business.
Every criticism possible ran through your brain as you rushed through the hospital. This morning he did look a little pale. You should’ve stayed home instead of being occupied with work.
“You’re Ms. YLN?” A young black man in a white coat approached you when he saw you push through the double doors.
Thank God you didn’t have to search for any medical personnel. You’ve been through this before and they barely spared you a glance.
“Yes.” You caught your breath and tried to assess his face. Even in this short amount of time, you were too impatient to wait for the news. “Are you my father’s doctor?”
“Yes ma’am.” Dr. Andrews escorted you to a more private waiting room. It was reserved for the hospital more important clientele. You were a girlfriend to a Mayan but more importantly you were a friend to Miguel Galindo. You would be treated like royalty in order to avoid the wrath of Galindo.
Your anxiety was at an all-time high. You were biting your lip and fidgeting with your hands as you threw rapid fire questions at the man.
“He’s strong Ms. YLN. Most wouldn’t have held on this long after that type of episode. It’s a testam-,”
You didn’t need him to make you feel better, you needed the truth. “How long does he have?” You cut off Dr. Andrews.
He bowed his head and sighed. “At most, til the end of the night.”
“Thank you.” Tears were near but you kept it together. “Can I see him?”
Dr. Andrews led you to the room and reminded you to call him or any of the staff if you needed help.
Quietly you entered the room, but your dad still heard you. His head was already turned in your direction.
“Hey handsome.”
He coughed and shook his head. “Don’t you know it’s not good to lie to the dead?”
“Good thing you’re not dead.” You kissed his forehead and sat in the chair next to his bed.
“Yet.” A laugh that was meant to soothe caused more alarm when it turned into what seemed like a never-ending cough.
You tried to mask your grief with a snarky remark. “Seems like God didn’t like your joke.”
“Too bad. He’s gonna get a up close and personal performance very soon.”
Your dad continued to ignore your disapproving stare. “Pumpkin,” he patted your hand. “We always knew this day was coming.”
Leaving your seat, you laid your head gently by his side. “It was supposed to happen much later than this. After you walked me down the aisle and I have kids that you love to give too much sugar to.”
“I know, baby, but it’s my time. I told you that I was only holding on until I knew a good man could take care of you.” He cooed at you as you tried to get your crying under control. “I’ll always be with you.” He tapped your heart.
Despite this sad time, you were able to laugh. “You really love EZ, don’t ya?”
“Yeah, I do. Now give me that fancy phone.” He pointed at your purse. “Turn on that camera.”
Your dad recorded three videos. You held the camera for two and had to step out for the last one, which you assumed was for you. One was for EZ and the most shocking was the one he made for Miguel. When you tried to hide your surprise, your dad said Kennedy talks too loud on the phone and he knew the whole time. The only reason he didn’t say anything was one, you were grown and two, he knew you would make the right decision after all.
“Do me one more favor, sweetheart.” Your dad waved you over.
You got on the bed with him and let your dad hold you. It was reminiscent of all the times you would join him on the couch and watch tv with him. The last time this must have happened was after your mom’s funeral.
“What do you need, daddy?” You buried your nose in his gown. Even in clothes that did not belong to him, his scent is still strong.
He rubbed your back, babying you for the last time. “Sing me that Beyonce song. The one she did at that coach thing.”
Laughing, you knew exactly what he was talking about. “Daddy, it’s called Coachella.”
“Whatever,” he waved you off. “Coach, Coachella. Just sing the version of that song.”
Love On Top was your mom’s favorite Beyonce song. It was one of the last songs, her and your dad danced to before she died. Then Coachella happened and your dad fell in love with that version.
“Honey, honey. I can see the stars all the way from here.” You softly began singing. It was hard to focus on the lyrics with his breathing getting shallow, but you pushed through.
Halfway through the song, the machines started beeping. The doctors and nurses rushed into the room, but you shooed them out. You didn’t want your last moment with your dad surrounded by strangers.
Even when you knew his heart stopped, you continued singing. Your dad didn’t raise a quitter. “Baby 'cause you're the one that I love. Baby you're the one that I need. You're the only one I see. Baby baby it's you. You're the one that gives your all. You're the one that always calls. When I need you everything stops. Finally you put my love…” you clutched onto the gown and tried to get your tears under control. “On top.” You whispered the last line before breaking down.
Meanwhile, across town inside of a tunnel the Mayans met with Galindo. They were trying to find a way to save Adelita. EZ was paying attention until he got a text from Kennedy. “Oh my god.” He unknowingly said out loud.
“Is there something you would like to share with us Ezekiel?” Miguel couldn’t stand being in the same space as EZ. Any chance he could, he would try to knock him down a peg. Petty, but in the end EZ won, so he could handle these little jabs.
EZ ignored him and turned to Bishop. “I gotta go Bish.”
As the President and the new Mayan got into a little spat about him disrupting and leaving a meeting early, Miguel got a text as well. It was the doctor he assigned to your father. His heart dropped as he read the message. He made a promise to stay away from you as much as possible, but right now you needed as much support as you could get. “Uh, its fine.” He turned to his consigliere and showed him the text. “You can handle everything else. I’ll call you when you can come.”
Marcus nodded his head. He wanted to be there for you, but business had to be done. He would text his wife and the patriarch of the Reyes family to get something together. This time you would need your made family.
Miguel walked ahead without one look behind him. “Ezekiel, Angel with me.” Bishop nodded his head and told the boys to give you a hug from him.
Thankfully, they hit every green light. It didn’t matter though. They all would’ve ran red lights for you.
The hospital had to take the body and Kennedy forced you to get some food, so you were roaming around the hospital. In the middle of the hallway, you bumped into Emily of all people. God was really testing you. Luckily, she either saw that you were distraught, or she was just in a rush, because she ran off without a snide remark.
“What the fuck?!” You saw an unlit cigarette on the ground. Is this bitch still smoking while pregnant? You would have to tell Miguel about that later.
A few more minutes of aimlessly roaming the halls and suddenly you were startled by a barrage of footsteps. Looking up you saw EZ with Angel and Miguel right behind him, running towards you. He knocked the air out of you, since he didn’t even try to slow down.
“How did you know?” You clutched onto his kutte for dear life. It was familiarity and your safe space, exactly what you needed right now.
“Kennedy.” He held you tight. EZ wished he could protect you from this heartbreak, but unfortunately life was kind to no one. “What do you need right now?” He knew his condolences would do nothing to soothe your broken heart. His focus was to make sure you were taken care of.
“I already ate. Kennedy made me eat.”
Probably not enough. He saw the half-eaten Oreos in your pocket. He’ll try to get you to eat a real meal later.
You slightly let go to wipe your tears and gave Miguel and Angel a small smile. Their presence really did help. “Uh, nothing really. I’m gonna get a head start on the funeral.”
“Absolutely not.” Miguel interrupted. “Tell me what you want for the services and I’ll organize everything. You just focus on you.”
Finally, you accepted help from Miguel without a fight. Exhaustion made you too tired to fight. Plus, your dad deserved the best.
Angel then hooked his arm around your neck. “Let’s get you home. Where’s your keys?” He took them and handed them to EZ. “I’ll get Coco to bring the van to pick up your bike.” He told his brother.
You hugged Angel and Miguel once more, before going to your car. After that everything was whirlwind. On your way to the house, you cried some more. Then when you got there, you attempted to clean up, but EZ had none of that. He made you take a bath, which he joined to assure you did.
Dinner was something light, but you barely ate it. At least you made attempt which was fine by EZ. After you fell asleep rather quickly, EZ cleaned up, In the midst of cleaning, Miguel showed up. The two actually had a civil conversation.
“Her family believes death is a celebration. Have you seen a New Orleans funeral?” EZ kept busy as he spoke to the man.
Miguel nodded his head.
EZ took the trash out with Miguel following behind. “I know you want to help out which is great. But leave her a little bit of work. She’s gonna need something to distract her for a little bit.”
“Noted. Take care of her, Ezekiel.” This was as good as it was going to get. Normally, he would’ve shook his hand, but he still couldn’t stand him.
“Don’t worry, I will.” The two looked at each other and have a silent agreement. After this, Migel would wean himself out of your life as he has been doing.
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