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thedumbguywithaheart43 · 3 years

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Boomlords weird adventure

chapter 16 before

The next week or so went by rather quickly. Princess bubblegum started construction on a machine. Really it just looks like a fancy chair hooked up to a whole bunch of different wires and and tubing. Boom knew that a lot of science and magic went into making this as he's not quite sure if princess bubblegum or Twilight had gotten any sleep since they had begun. In fact it was safe to say that their mental state was quite fragile at this point as both of them had messy unkept hair and were covered in Grease and oil. At this point boom was worried about her mental state along with the rest of the girls. He walked over to the hard working Twilight."ok Twilight me and the girls have been talking and I think you need to go to bed."twilight ignored him continuing to work on some coding witch she picked up from princess bubblegum fairly quickly.boom picked up a Giggle from behind him the unmistakable sound of pinkie pie and rainbow Dash who were spying on his attempt to get the princesses to rest. "Okay Twilight either you're going to go to bed of your own free will or I'm going to pick you up and carry you!"his voice was serious filled with a tinge of anger but also concern for the now barely standing unicorn person."yeah yeah I'll do whatever when I'm done here."she completely ignored him. Boomlord shrugged before he grabed Twilight lifting her in the classic princess way. Right before he receives several punches to the face from Twilights protesting wails."Twilight your punches feel like a gentle jab to me."twi pouted at him."just let me finish my work!"He glared at her."let me make something very clear to you no one wants this machine done any more than I do but if you keep working like this you are going to kill yourself!Or at least cause some serious mental stain."boom scorned at her. Boom felt the chuckling increase as more of the girls and even a few banana guards.His cheeks got redder hearing this. The last few days had been pretty good between everyone even Applejack the one who trusted him the least have been unusually friendly to him for the last couple days since he had returned from the ice kingdom. The girls chatted with him more and even joined in conversations while waiting on construction, it had been admittedly strange to him as before they were far more aggressive with the exception of Spike and pinkie pie. But it now occurred to him that it was likely because rainbow Dash had spread some sort of rumor that he liked Twilight......witch was so fucking obvious. He narrowed his brow at the doorway knowing that they were getting a kick out of this. Despite this he was at least thankful that they were giving him a chance if for no other reason then it seemed they believe Twilight might like him back, a notion that he put to the side, believing it to be false.'damn she's cute when she pouts' the continuous pouting and light hits from Twilight broke his concentration of the commotion from the doorway. He made his way through the door carrying Twilight the sound of multiple people scrambling away in a hurry fill the quiet room. Princess bubblegum took notice of him leaving and was likely going to protest saying that she'd likely needed her for something but she never got the chance as Marceline came in and snatched her up in a giant bat monster grasp and flying her out the window towards the one of the towers likely being her room.

2 boom traversed the spindling staircases and surprisingly large amount of hallways within the castle. Boom believed it was a Wonder that the banana guards could ever navigate the absurd amount of turns it took to get around still they were literally made for this place so it wasn't too hard to believe. Boom eventually found his way to twilight's room it was a simple guest room comfy marshmallow bed, licorice lamp and ,other assorted candy furniture. He walked over to the bed gently placing the sleep deprived egghead onto the bed."please go to sleep Twilight I do not feel like having you pass out on me."Twilight stared up at boom grasping his arm when he tried to let go."nooooo don't gooo."her demeanor had completely changed to more like a rather adorable drunk at this point."sllllleep with me yoooouuuu don't get enough sleep either."boom face flash red again as the words hit his ears."Twilight please just go to bed I need to go."he attempted to pull his arm away from Twilight but only found she had a bit more strength to her than he would have initially thought as she pulled him down on top of her. It wasn't exactly the most subtle of positions he could have been in as he looked her right in the eyes.' oh shit this is close what do I do I..... Her eyes there like stars' He found himself gazing into her eyes for what felt like forever and she gazed back. There were no words no sound only blissful silence as they shared a moment of peace with each other. Boom wasn't exactly sure what brought him to this moment all he knew is that right now he didn't want to be anywhere else."you have a nice smile."Twilight said sounding almost like a drunk once more. And he was smiling he hadn't realized it but being around her it was a feeling he had grown to enjoy."I like your smell better it's always so honest."the words left him before he could stop them. Twilight's face had redden even more before sitting up right sobering up for a minute."is this weird what we're doing right now because I kind of like it?"Twi asked in a shy tone. Boom looked out the window before looking back at Twilight a smile still plastered on his face."Twilight I don't know if this is weird or if this makes sense I stoped making sense of things a long time ago things in my life don't happen easily."he took a big gulp of air trying to get most of the words he wanted to say out of him."and I've been through a lot I've seen things that would drive men insane and I've lost more than I think anyone will ever know the only thing that kept me sane was... My ex but even that went to shit since then I've been in a spiraling whirlpool of bullcrap and horror. But then I met you and I don't know why but you make me feel different than other people, even her... I can be real with you not a act or a joke or some other front I put up. I don't know why it is I feel this way about you and I kind of like that I don't know I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you "boom sighed."I like you a lot like a lot a lot like enough where this conversation is starting to make me feel nervous a lot."there was another very long silence the rest of them only felt very long but this one it could have lasted an hour before Twilight smiled."I love you too you big dork."before he could respond she planted a big fat kiss right on his lips.... Right before immediately passing the fuck out. Boom smiled again moving to rest next to her as he peered into the night sky of ooo."I love you too."he rested his head next to hers wrapping his arms around her never wanting to let go."not sure how I fell for a horse but I guess I'm all about being weird heh."he whisper to himself before falling asleep. And for the first time in a long time boom found himself with a gentle dream simply hundreds of stars passing his vision.

3 the next morning) Twilight awoke slowly her eyes heavy as the midday Sun lit up her room the golden cake walls being her first sight. She gave out a gentle yawn before getting up.... Except she couldn't she couldn't move and then she looked to her side and saw the sleeping form of Boom. And that's when she remembered what had occurred last night.' HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT DO I DO' her thoughts were in a panic as she had no idea what she was going to tell her friends much less the princesses when she finally returned home about this, specifically her newfound love for the crazy guy who broke into the castle and probably knocked out several guards to escape from his cell..... Yeah this did not look good for her at all. 'okay Twilight just calm down just tell him it was all a dream or something.... Oh who am I kidding I can't lie about that not to him!'Twilight felt sweat form on her brow unsure of what to do. Boom then suddenly pulled her closer fully embracing her in his sleep. Twilight felt herself calm down before her mind did and she simply melted in his arms it was like being hugged by a golden cloud of peanut butter.... Then she noticed he was actually glowing a slight ting of gold and his hair had darken from a blonde to Black his hair on top of that had straighten out not quite fully brushed but far neater than it had been. Then he woke slowly opening his eyes as the golden hue faded but everything else had remained the same."morning sunshine thanks for dragging me to bed.~"he teased in a flirty tone. This of course caused twilight's face to redden once more."s-shut up."boom released his tight grip over her and sat up. His gaze was now away from her."so uh how much of last night do you actually remember."Boom asked"everything boom I remember what you said and what I said and what I did and I don't regret anything I said last night."Twilight looked up waiting for his response."yeah same even if I sound like a complete and total dork."Twilight giggles before leaning and giving him a kiss on the forehead."yes you're a dork but you're still my dork."boom smiled."now that's not fair that's supposed to be my line."the two joked before embracing each other with a kiss again this one lasting a solid few minutes. Boom broke it first."so what are we going to tell the others?"Twilight blinked rapidly."holy shit what am I going to tell Spike?"Twilight blurted out.

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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In My Head, We Belong (Crystal/Gigi) Chapter Four -- Zyan

a/n: this one is a bit of a sad chapter, but it gets better, I promise! For angry shouting you can find me at @chachkisalpaca

Spring is closer with each day that passes, therefore the nights are getting warmer and people can go out with lighter clothing. Crystal’s dress isn’t lighter clothing at all, so it’s positive to say she’s not quite freezing, but it’s still very cold regardless.

Her mascara is running down her cheeks, her hair is a mess thanks to the wind, and her feet are aching oh so bad. She never thought she’d have to walk ten blocks back to her apartment like that.

But then again, she never thought John would take her to a nice restaurant to tell her he didn’t want something serious with her and would prefer that after that night they cut contact.

Much like in Legally Blonde, Crystal stormed out of the restaurant in a dramatic manner, completely embarrassing John, and probably herself too. But she was — and is— too mad to care.

Crystal feels the strap of her heel loosen, and a wave of panic hits her at the thought of walking home with a broken heel. She’s gone clubbing like that, sure, but she’s usually too drunk to pay it any mind.

She huffs, looking for her phone in her purse, not really knowing who to call, until she notices she’s not so far from Gigi’s apartment building. Crystal pauses when she’s about to call Gigi, for once thinking twice before doing something.

There’s something about Gigi’s behavior in the past days that make her think the craziest of things; perhaps Gigi likes her and not precisely as a friend — the thought of it makes Crystal’s stomach twist. Gigi is out of Crystal’s league, for starters. Hell will freeze before a girl like Gigi finds Crystal attractive.

Then there’s the fact that Crystal crushed on Gigi intensely back when she first started working at the restaurant, and sooner than later she realized Gigi would never like her like she wanted.

It’s not as if she ever told Gigi her feelings, though; she just assumed her overly friendly nature whenever she tried to flirt with her was Gigi’s way of turning her down gently. And she accepted it, deciding not to push it and instead satisfy herself with Gigi’s friendship.

But now that she’s staring at her so much and unsaid words linger on her lips, Crystal debates if she should entertain the idea of Gigi having a crush on her after all this time, or convince herself all over again that she likes her as a friend.

Crystal groans. It’s much to think about and she’s not very fond of thinking right now, not when her feet ache, she got dumped, and her shoe is slowly falling apart.

So she decides to call Dusty. She’s not sure if she lives near, but she could use some of Dusty’s odd way of cheering people up — and her pastries, too.

It rings three times before she picks up, her tone sounds slightly confused as she asks Crystal if she needs something.

“John dumped me.” It’s the first thing that comes out her mouth. “And my heel is broken, and I’m still far from home, do you think I could stay over at your place for the night?” She says, whining a little.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Where are you?” She replies with another question. Crystal looks around and tries to describe it as best as she can. “Stay right where you’re at, I’m picking you up. Be there in five,” she promises before hanging up.

Crystal waits patiently, clutching her purse whenever the cars honk at her, with her phone ready to call Dusty in case anything happens.

She spots Dusty’s grandpa’s car before it actually pulls up beside the sidewalk and hurries to get in. Dusty holds her hand as she drives back to her place and Crystal mumbles a soft thank you.

“Men are trash,” Dusty declares once Crystal is done telling her about her date. Crystal hums in agreement, her mouth full of cake.

Dusty is probably the best pastry chef out there, and if she’s not, she’s still the best in Crystal’s eyes.

“It’s either that, or I attract assholes for some reason, ‘cause I swear I’ve only dated douchebags in my entire life,” she complains, sipping her juice.

They’re in Dusty’s bedroom, because her grandpa is fast asleep and her bedroom is far from his. They got slices of various cakes neatly placed on a plate, and since they got no alcohol, they’re sipping on apple juice in boxes. Dusty let Crystal borrow one of her pajamas and now they’re having a sleepover. Life isn’t as crappy as moments ago.

It’s sort of weird, considering they’re both grown women, but Crystal and Dusty pride themselves on being unapologetically weird. It fits them.

“That’s not true! Remember when you dated this chick, God, what was her name? Yvie, was it? She was nice, and, highkey, the only one of your exes I still respect,” Dusty comments and Crystal purses her lips.

“Yeah, but, like, I meant men. You know I only date women once in a blue moon; I feel if as all of them are out of my league.” Crystal sighs and stuffs her mouth with more cake.

Dusty knits her brows in a frown.

“I mean, you can feel like that, but it doesn’t mean it’s true,” she points out, “Like, bitch, big same, I feel like that most of the time. But I also know that I deserve a girlfriend as much as anyone else, because I can make a mean cake, and any girl would love a girlfriend like me.” Dusty flips her hair over her shoulder and Crystal laughs.

“I think any girl would love to date you, honestly,” Dusty adds sincerely, reaching for her hand, and Crystal squeezes it right back.

“Thank you, Pecas. That’s really nice from you.” She smiles a little, and Dusty smiles right back, scrunching up her nose like she always does, and Crystal sees how the freckles on the woman’s nose seem to make a one big beauty mark.

The night slips away between cake, apple juice in boxes, and stories about people they used to date, and for a moment Crystal considers telling Dusty about Gigi, but it’s a broad topic, and they’re running out of cake, so she zips it and tries not to think about it for the rest of the night.

A week has passed since John dumped Crystal and she’s fine. She really is.

She doesn’t even need to tell the girls, because they guess it when she spends three days without speaking about him, and when Wednesday arrives, there’s no sign of John at the restaurant.

Her job keeps her from thinking too much about it, though; each night is as tiring as the last, and it only increases when the weekend rolls around. All her mind can think of are the details Karen recited while she ordered something for her kids. Heidi complains about said Karen when Crystal finishes talking.

“I swear, if the little shit doesn’t lick this plate clean,” Heidi grumbles and Crystal laughs.

“What do you wanna bet they won’t even touch the food,” Silky pipes up and Heidi rolls her eyes.

“I’d have a polite conversation with their mom—”

“And then you’d choke her with the food,” Gigi interrupts, causing the girls to laugh. Heidi agrees with her in a playful tone. “Do we have any slice of lemon pie left?” She asks Dusty. She nods, and then Gigi goes on her way to find her order.

Crystal stares at her for a moment, before she has to go back to check on her tables.

She hasn’t stopped thinking about Gigi in the past week, overthinking every gesture she has made towards her. Like, when she offered her a hug when she returned her dress and said how sorry she was about it; Crystal didn’t believe it for a second. There was something in the way she said it, and her tone sounded almost relieved.

She wishes she could stop thinking about it so much. Crystal doesn’t want to bring her old feelings for Gigi back to life. She’s not sure if she’ll be able to bury them this time around.

Crystal is going back to the kitchen when she looks at the entrance and sees John, with his fancy suit and hair full of gel. They lock eyes the moment a blonde enters behind him and clings to his arm. He looks at Crystal with a cocky smile, and she’s not sure how she’s keeping her anger in that well.

Crystal doesn’t know what offends her more; the fact that he’s brought his date to the restaurant, or that she’s hot. Like, out of this world hot. What is such a catch doing with someone like John?

She goes to the kitchen with heavy steps, and she’s ready to yell that she’s giving 50% of her tips tonight at whoever serves him to spit into his food, but she stops to think about it for a moment; is it really worth it?

She finds that she doesn’t care.

She lingers at the kitchen’s door frame and bites her lip when she sees Jackie is the one that’s serving John and his date, and she doesn’t seem the least bit happy about it. Crystal smiles a little.

“Who are you spying on?” Gigi asks with a playful tone and Crystal jumps a little.

She turns to look at her and then points at Jackie as discreetly as she can. Gigi comes closer to see and her demeanor changes when she notices it.

“That little bitch,” she mutters with disgust. “No offense to bitches, clearly, but… Jesus, how can a human be so vile? Has he got no shame?”

“Who are we talkin’ shit about?” Jaida inquires and Crystal jumps again. How can they be so sneaky when they’re normally loud as fuck?

“Crystal’s ex is here with his new girl,” Gigi fills her in, and Jaida gives an offended gasp.

“He did not.”

“He did! And the worst part: his date is hot. Like, ‘I’m not even mad he replaced me with her’ hot,” Crystal whines, and Jaida scoffs after taking a look at her.

“Who’s serving them? Jackie?” She asks and Crystal nods. Jaida has a devilish smile as she goes after Jackie.

Crystal has a feeling this won’t end well, but isn’t quite sure for who.

The kitchen erupts in nervous laughter when Silky spits on the sauce she’s pouring on the plate of pasta Crystal’s ex ordered.

Though Crystal wanted to do it herself, she doesn’t have the courage to do it. But when Silky overheard the waitresses’ conversation, she couldn’t help it. “He deserves it,” she said. They all made a silent pact not to tell Widow about it; she was a good boss, but she sure wouldn’t be on board with this little joke.

They make Jackie tell her the details of when she brought them their orders; apparently he didn’t have any complains so far, and that only made the situation more hilarious to them.

There’s also the fact that John’s date was eyeing Jackie up and down; well, according to her at least.

“I’m telling you, she was giving me the eye,” Jackie says when the shift is over and they’re all getting ready to go home.

“Yeah right, and I qualified for master chef,” Heidi retorts, and Jackie punches her arm playfully.

Crystal would laugh, but her cheeks already hurt from all the laughter. She’s happy though, and incredibly grateful for her friends. They sure are like a ray of sunshine in her life.

“Crys, wait up,” Gigi calls for her and Crystal takes a deep breath. “Do you mind if I walk with you? It’s Jan’s turn to close.” She giggles a little, and Crystal soon remembers Jaida is the other one in charge of closing.

“Oh. Now I can’t unsee that.” She scrunches up her nose, and Gigi laughs.

Crystal stares at her for a second too long and Gigi notices. She stares right back, and Crystal doesn’t know how they hadn’t hit something yet.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Gigi asks softly, and Crystal shrugs.

“I’m okay, you guys are an amazing support system,” she replies with a smile and a chuckle at the memory of Silky spitting on John’s sauce.

Gigi gives her a toothy smile, and Crystal panics slightly when she feels a familiar flutter in her stomach.

“We’ll always be here for you, honey.” Gigi does that thing again when she licks her bottom lip and her lips are slightly open, almost as if she wants to say something else.

Crystal thanks her, trying to stop overanalyzing everything Gigi does. She knows it’s not going to end well if she continues to do so.

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mitchiemoo · 4 years

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Close Up-Part 1 (Johnny Joestar x Reader)

Summary: You are an upcoming, young actress, starring in your first major film. For publicity, the studio suggests you begin a relationship with your co-star, British thespian Diego Brando. Reluctantly, you agree, and soon find yourself at odds with Johnny Joestar, former Hollywood star. After losing his career and the use of his legs, Johnny offers to help you achieve fame but cautions the price. Is it really the fame you want? Or something else?

Warnings: Explicit language

Word Count: 3,539

“Darling, I promise I’ll return. When I do, I will be a true gentleman, one worthy of your affection.” Diego’s eyes gazed intently into your own as he raised your hands to his lips and kissed them.

You gasped and stepped back in shock. “Oh, sir,” you said. “You needn’t earn my affection, for I have already given it to you. If I am to be the wife of a tailor, then so be it. Please stay.”

Diego rose to his feet and gripped your hands tighter. “No, I must go. I shall better myself to provide the life you deserve. My father was a cruel man, who worked my poor mother into an early grave. The day he died, I resolved to never become a monster like him.” His voice shook with emotion and you could hear the desperation in his voice. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, right on cue.

“They shall wed me to another man before you return. Search your heart, you know it to be true. What shall you do with your fortune then?”

A shout came from off stage. “Elena! Jonah is looking for you.”

Panic crossed Diego’s face as you snatched your hands from his grasp and turned away. “I’m sorry, I must leave now. Goodbye, Dorian.”

“Wait!” He called after you as you rushed off stage.

“Cut!”

You breathed a sigh of relief as the lights dimmed and the bell rang. It was hot. Oppressively so. Especially in your costume. Sweat soaked the back of your neck and the under layers of your dress stuck to your skin. No wonder Victorian women were so prone to fainting spells. The late 19th century dress you wore was exquisite and you admired yourself in the mirror while wearing it many times. But the skirts were extremely heavy and restricted your movements.

It was a relief when you plopped down on one of the prop couches scattered around the set. The ornate fan your character used in an earlier scene laid discarded on the spot next to you. You opened it and desperately fanned yourself.

“Would you like some water, miss?” One of the stagehands offered. You nodded and wiped at your teary eyes absentmindedly before you remembered you were wearing make-up. Oops. The stylist would not be happy with you.

“Good read today.” You looked up.

Your co-star, Diego Brando, stood in front of you, looking extremely disinterested. He had shed the dark blue coat he wore in the scene and rolled up the sleeves of his plain white button down. It looked like he barely broke a sweat. “Although, you should try to look more devastated. At least you didn’t forget your lines today.”

If he said that to you at the beginning of filming, you would’ve been fighting back tears. Now, you simply brushed it off. Diego Brando was a world-famous actor. He had been classically trained at the Royal Shakespeare Academy and performed in several critically acclaimed plays before his debut on the silver screen at age 19. Compared to him, you were nothing. This was your first major role and the extent of your training was reading Shakespeare aloud for your family as a child.

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” You said through gritted teeth, picking at the intricate golden embroidery on your dress. The stagehand you sent to find water returned and you immediately began gulping it down.

You were surprised when he sat down beside you. He sighed and ran a hand through his golden blond hair.

“Look,” he started. “There’s a fundraiser tonight at one of the local art galleries and the studio wants us to go together, as a couple.”

You choked.

“Wh-what?” you managed to sputter out.

Diego rolled his eyes. “Don’t get too excited, alright? You’re not my type and frankly, I’m not attracted to you in the slightest.” He continued. “The producers and studio executives think this is a good way to get publicity for the film and help our, err, your career.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. Normally you would be insulted by Diego’s words but if working with him had taught you anything about him, it was his strong sense of pride. Nobody was good enough for Diego Brando, not even himself. Especially unknown, amateur actresses like you.

“How does going out in public with you help me, exactly?” You asked.

“Don’t sound so ungrateful, love. Thousands of other girls would kill to be in your position.” He spat and waved his hand dismissively. “We get photographed together, the press makes a fuss about ‘Diego Brando’s mystery girl’, who she is, where she’s from. The public wants to see more of our chemistry and go see the movie. The film’s a success, you’ll be named one of Hollywood’s most promising newcomers and a few months later, we quietly ‘separate.’”

You looked down at the ice in your glass, quietly mulling over Diego’s proposition. All you had to do was pretend to fawn all over him at award shows and fancy parties, where other famous actors and directors were, and your movie would draw crowds of people? It was too good to be true. The only downside you could think of was spending more time with Diego. Your lip curled in distaste.

“How long would this arrangement last?” You asked, tentatively.

“About six months.” He replied. “Like I said, everybody benefits. You get a handsome bachelor, I get free publicity, and the studio makes a bunch of money. Do we have a deal?” He extended his hand and smirked. You hesitated. Six months for a fruitful career and a lifetime of success? What could go wrong?

You shook his hand and were surprised by how firm his grip was. “Deal.”

“Smart move, darling.”

The bell rang again, signaling the end of the break. Diego stood up and offered you his hand again. You set the fan and empty glass aside and he pulled you up from your seat. “My driver and I will pick you up at 7. Dress code is black tie and please, don’t be late.”

He turned on his heel to walk back onto set. As you followed, you couldn’t ignore the growing sense of trepidation brewing in your heart. What could go wrong?

Shortly after filming ended that day, you took a cab back to your apartment and inspected your closet. Diego specified black tie, which meant a full-length evening gown, gloves, and jewelry. You had a few nice dresses from the department store, three of them full length. Sure, they wouldn’t be as elegant or glamorous as the Dior, Chanel, and Balenciaga gowns you’d see tonight but that just gave you something else to strive for. Maybe next time you would be the one wearing Chanel and turning heads.

You drew a cool bath and scrubbed your face and hair free of make-up and styling products. Of course, you were going to have to reapply them later but for the moment, you felt very refreshed.

Before you left the set that day, you asked your stylist to recommend some good salons in the area. Your hair and make-up skills were limited so you opted to have it professionally done. Diego made it sound like there would be photographers everywhere and you wanted to look your best.

The gravity of your situation didn’t really register until you were sitting in the stylist’s chair and staring at yourself in the mirror, that visceral moment when suddenly every blemish and flaw seemed magnified. Your stylist was a talkative lady with pink hair, but you were only half listening to what she was saying. This arrangement was only temporary, you reasoned, and then you would be free of him. But deep down, you knew you would never really be free of him.

For the next six months, you would be “Diego Brando’s girlfriend” and after you separated, you’d still be known as “that girl who dated Diego Brando” or “Diego Brando’s ex.” You came to Hollywood to make a name for yourself, to be admired for your work, to be remembered as something greater than “so-and-so’s ex.” When you left your hometown to become an actress, you knew the risks, but the rewards were better than any opportunity available there. You were patient, auditioning for minor roles at first and building up your resume until you decided to audition for a few major parts. Just when it seemed like your hard work was paying off, you made a deal with the devil, disguised as a charming British thespian.

“What do you think?” The girl chirped, breaking you out of your thoughts.

She definitely did a nice job. You barely recognized yourself. The make-up was tastefully done and not nearly as caked on as your usual “stage face.” She pinned your hair up in an elegant up do, which brought special attention to your face and kept the back of your neck cool. You nodded approvingly, tipped her well and headed back to your apartment to finish getting ready.

As promised, a limousine pulled up to the front of your building at exactly seven o’clock. It seemed Diego was a punctual man and you had to admit he looked handsome in his gray, three-piece Armani suit. He greeted you curtly when you slid into the back with him and then immediately started dictating how the night would go.

“So, when we pull up to the gallery, there will be a lot of cameras flashing, alright? I get out first, then I help you out, like the gentleman I am.” Diego eyed you in your pale blue dress like a jeweler appraising a gemstone. “You look decent enough, I suppose. I’ll buy you the dress next time although they won’t really be paying attention to you.”

You frowned. “Isn’t that the whole point of this?”

“Relax, love, you have six months to catch their attention.” He crooned. “Just think of this as acting experience. If you want to be as big a star as me someday, you’ll have to get used to the flashing lights, invasive questions, and lack of personal space.”

You looked out the tinted windows at the passing streetlights. You imagined them as eyes peering into the dark leather interior, prying into your innermost thoughts. If what Diego said was true, when you were famous and in the public eye, every move you made was picked apart by paparazzi, who descended like a kettle of vultures. One wrong move and you’d be vilified. If something that was meant to stay private leaked out, there would be an outcry of scandal that could, depending on what it was, jeopardize your whole career.

Another thought suddenly crossed your mind. “Diego,” you said. “Are you going to kiss me?”

He tensed beside you. “Err, probably not. The most I’d do is hold your hand or put my arm around you like this while we’re sitting.” You felt his arm snake around the back of the seat. “Even in my real relationships, I don’t care for too many public displays of affection. I don’t think it’s very professional, really.”

You nodded thoughtfully. “I agree and I feel it’s ‘too soon’ in the relationship to do that. This is our first public event together, after all. Let’s leave them wanting.”

“What’re you thinking?”

“I’m thinking less is more. The press would go wild for a picture of us kissing, especially if we never do it.” You said. “Let’s fuel the fire and make them fan the flames.”

The glow of the passing streetlamps illuminated Diego’s face, casting it in shadow. A glint caught in his eye. “I like the way you think.”

The limousine jerked to a stop and suddenly you were very aware of your department store dress, hand-me down pearl necklace, and $70-dollar hair do. You swallowed and gripped at the small clutch purse you brought. Diego had told you what to do. Smile and look pretty, let him lead you to the door. The hardest part was getting inside. If this was the kind of fame you wanted, you couldn’t let the people and flashing lights overwhelm you.

Diego was a shrewd operator. Every movement he made was calculated and perfected, so it appeared seamless. For you, everything was a blur of faces and cameras and people shouting over each other. You were pretty sure you heard “Diego!” and “Who’s that?” over the commotion. This time, Diego’s firm grip was comforting, and you concentrated on the back of his blond head as he led you down the concrete path.

Your heels clicked on the white marble flooring of the entrance way and you breathed a sigh of relief. Diego let go of your hand and scanned the room. “That went well.” He said. You inspected your palms and saw little crescents indented in the skin. “Do you ever cut your fingernails? They’re like claws.”

“Oi, I clip my fingernails once a week like everyone else. They just grow fast is all.” Diego said defensively. “You have a death grip like a construction worker. Maybe you should’ve done that instead of acting.”

You rolled your eyes and looked around. The gallery was large and open with white marble floors lined with royal blue carpets, and cream-colored walls decorated by avant-garde paintings. A large set of double oak doors was at the end of the room. Fellow guests milled around the entryway in groups, but you didn’t see anyone you would recognize.

“What’s this fundraiser for, anyway?” You asked.

Diego shrugged. “No idea. I just got the invitation in the post and saw Steven Steel’s name on it. Figured it’d be a good excuse to dress up and eat fancy food with other rich people.” Your stomach growled when he mentioned food. The last thing you ate was a handful of blueberries and a soggy sandwich on set that afternoon. You were starving.

He offered you his arm, which you took, and led you through the double doors into the main showroom. You glanced around at the various tables along the floor and spotted several famous faces. The man with the tall silver-blond hair was French actor Jean-Pierre Polnareff and sitting next to him was the famous Egyptian magician Mohammed Avdol. At the table next to theirs was the famous British fashion model Lisa Lisa, impeccably poised and smoking a cigarette in a fancy holder. A few people turned in their seats to look at you and Diego as you passed.

“Ugh, look who’s at our table.” You heard Diego scoff.

You were shocked.

It was Johnny Joestar.

The Joestars were basically Hollywood royalty and Johnny was no exception. Dubbed “Joe Kid” by his fans, Johnny was the face of young Hollywood, an All-American country boy with cute dimples and a youthful face. He made a name for himself playing the righteous young cowboy protagonist in Western action films, the hero who saved the girl and brought justice to a lawless landscape. Everyone knew him and it seemed like his star would only grow brighter.

Until the accident happened.

It was about a year ago. The papers said Johnny was on a walk with his girlfriend one evening when a crazed fan came up from behind and shot him in the back. He lived, fortunately, but was paralyzed from the waist down and would need to use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The studio abruptly ended his contract and he hadn’t been seen or mentioned since.

“Joestar,” Diego hissed. He pulled out your chair and pushed you into the table before taking his place beside you. The three of you were the only ones there, so far, and Johnny sat across from you in his wheelchair. It struck you how different he looked in real life. His tousled blond hair reached his shoulders now and for someone known for his dimples, it seemed like a scowl was permanently etched on his face.

Johnny sneered. “Ugh, I should’a known you’d be here tonight, Diego. Never could resist an opportunity to boot lick.”

You knew Johnny and Diego had a history. They had been rivals, once, before Johnny’s accident. They competed for roles, awards, and the hearts of beautiful women. Diego held nothing but contempt for his former rival. He claimed Johnny didn’t have a shred of talent and used the Joestar name to get his roles instead of working hard to earn his fame, like he had. “I came from nothing” he was so fond of reminding you. The feeling was mutual, at least from what you read. Johnny once called Diego “a stuck-up prick who should go back to community theater.”

“Who invited you, anyway? I thought it was clear no one wanted you around since you lost your legs.” Diego said.

You bit your lip and looked down at your lap. Should you say something? Diego could be a heartless bastard, you knew that. Honestly, you felt for Johnny. This man had lost everything. What happened was an accident, he didn’t deserve to get shot, no matter how much the media tried to demonize him.

You gently touched his arm. “Diego, dear, be nice.” You implored, batting your eyelashes for effect. “Please, for me?”

Johnny narrowed eyes and turned his pale blue gaze towards you. They were much more intense in person and once again you were aware of how insignificant you were compared to people like him. “Who’s this?”

Diego looked at you with a simpering smile and draped his arm over the back of your chair, like you’d practiced in the limousine. “This is my new girlfriend.” He replied. “Jealous?”

Johnny regarded you for a moment. “Lemme guess, you’re his co-star? What’s your name?”

You told him and reached over to shake his hand. “It’s so nice to meet you, Mr. Joestar. I’m a big fan of your work.”

You weren’t lying. If any singular actor inspired you to finally move to Hollywood and pursue your dream, it was him. Westerns were far from your favorite genre but if Johnny Joestar was starring in it, you’d drag your family to see it anyway. It was surreal for you to be so close to him.

He nodded politely and shook your hand. You were surprised by how rough and calloused his palms were. “You must be new. I’m not familiar with any of your roles.”

“Yes, this is my first major role. I was very excited when I found out I was going to be working with Diego Brando.” You said. “I’ve learned so much from him.”

“This movie is going to be a hit.” Diego cut in. “Darling, you’re such a captivating actress, everyone will adore you.”

“How long have you two been together?” Johnny asked.

“Two weeks.” Replied Diego.

Johnny went quiet for a moment, inspecting his fingernails intently. “I see,” he said. “Sleeping with Diego is a smart career move. Come up with it yourself?”

An indignant “what” was all you could manage as color bled across your cheeks.

Johnny wasn’t fazed at all. “Listen, I don’t much like lyin’ to people, so I’ll tell you this. When I look at you, I don’t see ‘star material.’ You got a decent figure and a marginally pretty face but nothing about you stands out. They don’t care how good your acting is, it’ll never be good enough for the kinda fame you want. You can be a good actress, but you’ll never be a star.”

You were fuming. Absolutely livid. Who did he think he was? He didn’t know you! He was just bitter. Jealous of the fact that you had a promising career when his ended prematurely. At first, you felt bad for him. Now? You couldn’t even look at him without seeing red.

“You’re better off this way, promise.” Johnny continued, though you could barely hear him over the thundering of your own heart in your ears. “Nobody in this town gives a shit about you when you stop making them money. They’ll turn you out on your back the minute you can’t be their ideal person. The price of fame isn’t worth it.”

You weren’t listening anymore. Any sympathy you had for Johnny and his situation was completely evaporated by the heat of your anger. Diego and the media were right. He was an asshole. Another person to prove wrong. Your movie would be a success. Over the next six months, you’d endear yourself to the public, charm the Hollywood elite and once you secured your place, he’d see how wrong he was.

“Oi mate, you can fuck off.” Diego interjected.

“Eat shit.”

You shot up from your chair and grabbed your purse off the table. “Excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom.” You said quietly, desperately trying to keep your voice from cracking. Your throat felt tight and tears gathered at the corners of your eyes as your emotions boiled over. At least the next time you needed to cry on command, you could think back on Johnny’s words, which still echoed inside your skull. They stung. A lot. And as you hurried through the maze of tables, all you could think about was how true they might be.

This is my first time posting on tumblr and I was really excited to share this! Hope you enjoyed it. My inbox is open so if you have any comments or feedback, I’d love to hear it. Even if you just want to chat, I’d love to get to know the community.

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afterthelastreset · 4 years

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch6 Realizing Feelings P2

What followed was Rouxls just stepping away. He just had to get away from that situation. His soul thumped hard in his chest as he shook lightly from that. What was he supposed to say? I love you? Yes, I'm scared of you? No? Each answer could have good or bad results. It always was that way with the king. .....But Jevil wasn't the king, a part of him countered. Well, what about those heart attacks? He could've killed you! And he did! Remember your shoulder?!..But he said that was a part of this 'love game' and don't you find it strange they were all just heart attacks? Oh, yeah! How about showing up in your BED with you in it?! He made you a cake you idiot. It could've been poisoned! Or spiked with something! And he's a prisoner! He was done there for a reason!! Lancer pardoned all the prisoners except ONE you moron. And NOONE knows more about the King's wrath than you.

He faltered his walking before shaking his head and starting his pace back up.

And how di I know I can trust him? He was still down there for a reason! He hasn't tried ANYTHING to harm anyone! Yet! He's kissed you 3 times by now......How many people have you shown romantic affection for since her-

"Shut thineself up!"

A few servants stopped and looked at the Duke who had stopped in the middle of the hallway and shouted out of nowhere. He stood there and stared before giving a smile and chuckle before briskly walking away, trying not to attract anymore attention. Holy f*ck he was a wreck this morning. He really didn't want to be thinking of any old memories right now, and he REALLY just wanted to focus on finding Lancer right now. So taking a deep breath, he calmed down the rapid beating of his soul and managed to relax somewhat. Now. Lancer. He checked the throne room first sense that was the closest. Rounding a corner, he shoved his head into the large room. It was practically empty other than the King Club arguing amongst his five heads and something King Diamond was spouting. Something about decorations and cake?? He couldn't tell from the amount of talking and shouting the two were having. Rolling his eyes, he pulled his head back out, sighed, and made his way up towards the left half of the castle, where the royal chambers were. Lancer was probably playing with his toys again, or riding his bike....He glanced outside at the still pouring rain..Yeah. Toys.

He chuckled at the thought of the small boy playing with the limited toys he had. Or drawing himself as the next 'Bad Guy King' in his many drawings, with his 'Lesser Dad' as the sidekick. Honestly he's glad Lancer didn't turn out like his father. It would've been more horrible then for the outcome of the Kingdom then. That doesn't mean everything was perfect though, Lancer had much to learn as king. He lost count The amount of times he had to fix something Lancer did when he wasn't looking, but maybe that was for the best. After all he was still a chil-

"LESSER DAD!"

He barely had time to turn around before a blur of blue and white zoomed into him. Making him give off a loud 'Oof!' before the two came crashing down to the floor with a loud thud. the blue man groaned, his head swimming, before slowly lifting his head to peer at the weight in his chest. A very round child sat upon his chest and a tail thumped behind him. The blepping boy looked overly happy to see him.

"Dad! Guess what, guess what, guess what!!"

"...*sigh* Lancer tis very rude to tackle thou's subjects-"

"Lesser Daaaaad!" He pawed at his cape. "Guess what!"

He sighed. "What?"

He sat up and Lancer reached up to wrap his arms around the Duke's neck. He sighed and wrapped his arms around the boy, grunting up onto his feet with the boys in his arms.

"I get to help with the giant party this year and get to stay up late! No bedtime for me!"

He chuckled and began stepping towards the throne room. "Oh, really? And what party wouldst thou be referring to? Thou's birthday has already passed."

The child bounced again and he had to tightened his grip to keep from dropping him. "Not my birthday. Mr. Heart King Guy is planning this big party called a ball and he says we're all aloud to stay up late!...Although there's not gonna be balls or any other toys. So it doesn't sound too fun."

Rouxls chuckled. "Young Sire. A ball is another name for a giant get together or 'party' as thou calleths it. Tis more of a fancy get together of older darkners likest mineself and thou mutual kings."

"So no toys?"

"I...guess thou could bringest some to entertain thouself if you oh so wish. But as a King you should pay some respect to it."

"Oh...Ok!"

''That's my worm." He chuckled. "What exactly tis this uh- 'party' for anyhow?"

Lancer hummed. "I don't really know....Mr. Heart King Guy said it's a holiday Ex-King Dad tried to get rid of. He said it would be really fun. I think it's called.....Heart seeking??"

Rouxls gave the boy a look. "Doth thou mean Soul Matching Day?"

"Yeah! That! What is it?"

Rouxls stopped from the long walk by a door and grunted as he shifted to hold Lancer in one arm as he reached out for the door. "Well...It's basically a romantic holiday for couples, or more commonly a way for thoust subjects to meet thou's future spouse." Lancer made a yuck face, to which Rouxls chuckled at. "But thou won't findest yours until thou's much older. Perhaps in a hundred or so year. Don'tst worry non."

"Thank goodness....Aw, man. Does this mean I have to watch a bunch boring grown up mushy kissing?"

Rouxls chuckled as he opened the door. "No. You could always eat the food and-"

"And be entertained, entertained.~"

A head popped from above the doorway, startling the poor Duke into giving a high pitched scream and slamming the door out of reflex. There was a loud 'OW!' on the other side as well as a loud bang from the door making contact with the person. He was clutching Lancer for dear life to his chest and giving a few quick breaths-

"Uncle Jevil!" The boy's voice was a mixture of concern, surprise, and happiness and he wriggled in Rouxls grip until the Duke dropped the boy to his feet. He bounced towards the door and swung it open much to the protests of the duke behind him. The door was opened and the floating imp was on the other side, rubbing his face. "Are you ok?"

The imp smiled and brought his hand away from his face to look at the little prince. "Do not worry, worry little king. Hehehe. I've dealt much worse, worse before."

Rouxls stood frozen behind the boy, hands figiting and ready to grab Lancer at a moments notice. The spiked up feeling he felt whenever the king presented danger crept up his spine and pooled out as some droplets of sweat and a nervous smile on his face. But a voice in his head whisperedhe wasn't the king...It didn't matter. Lancer's safety was more important. The feeling increased when the jester looked up at him and his own smile faltered for a bit...The two men stared at each other for a moment, before jevil smiled back down at the little boy.

"You know, I'm pretty hungry, hungry. Would the little king mind, mind getting me some food? You know what I like. It would ease the pain, pain."

Lancer perked up. "Yeah! I can do that! I'll be right back!" Rouxls opened his moth but Lancer bolted down the hallway before taking a sharp turn and just jumping through a door. the door swung for a bit before Lancer poked his head back out and shouted back "Don't go anywhere!" and slipped back into the room.

Leaving him. Alone. With Jevil. His stomach sunk, but at the same time his soul gave off a throb that sent a happy feeling waving through the nervous emotions. Great. Thanks soul- Something wizzed by his head and lodged itself right next to him in the wall and he froze. Jevil ever oblivios summoned a few more small hearts in his hands and held them out to him.

"What does the Duke, Duke think of my heart's desire?~ It surely do-"

"ART THOU TRYING TO ENDEST MINE LIFE!?" He shouted in a high pitched squeaky tone making Jevil freeze. Rouxls side glanced the pink heart attack- wait. Since when were those pink??- and took one giant step sideways before looking back to the shocked imp. "What doth thou nay understand of attacks?!"

Jevil rapidly blinked before his eyes widened and he thrusted his hands once again forward. "NO, NO! Not attacks! I only wish to shower, shower you with....What did Seam, Seam say it was?...Love, love and affection! Don't be scared, scared! Don't be scared please, please!"

Rouxls stood there frozen, and with a complete loss for words for the moments. Jevil thrusted his outstretched hands towards him, with the mini heart attacks still humbly floating above them. They sparkled and were a....really weird rose pink color. Weren't those white? The worm shook that thought aside when one of those clawed hands grabbed his cape in a desperate but gently way, his elf ears pinning to his head.

"Please don't run away,..away.." His voice pleaded out.

A sudden throb of his soul sent a calling through his being and instantly he felt guilt thrown into the mix of the emotions. Great! Rouxls gulped. Hard.

"W-Wha...Is thou making a...love confession towards...me?" He froze after saying that. The last confession of feelings involved him running for the hills and Jevil screaming like his soul broke in half. But right now....the joker almost looked like he would cry with how desperate he acted. "...Is this a joke?

"No! No jokes, jokes...P-Please.."

"What part of thou's game are you playing?"

"Isn't it obvious, obvious? The two of hearts of course....I don't want to go back, back to a lonely freedom." His hand holding the hearts lightly shook a bit now. "Please..."

Rouxls just stared at the smaller twitching man. What was he supposed to say to his? Yes? No? His was starting to feel dizzy with all the emotions swimming through his head at once, the sound of his pounding soul filling up his ears. Anything could lead to a worse outcome. He felt almost like fainting-

"You really, really don't....feel anything...Don't you, you?"

His soul throbbed again and he couldn't stop himself before he said his next words-

"Of course, I do."

Both males froze at what he just said....Before Jevil's smile returned full and a new hope shined in his eyes. Oh, fuck...

He let out a happy squeal and series of giggles, the hearts he was holding disbanded and his tail wagged like a little puppy. "I knew it! Knew it! Bwahahahahaha."

Rouxls flinched. "N-Now holdeth on! What happened to s-s-slow!...And what art thou doing within the castle?"

Jevil giggled again before giving a smirk. "Lancer, Lancer has been kind enough to rehire, hire my games.~ And the ruler of Hearts, Hearts has asked for my little spectacles, spectacles for the show within ten, ten days....And I'm happily, happily capable of going slow.~ I can do anything!"

Rouxls opened his mouth-

"UNCLE JEVIL!!" A flurry of feet sounded out before a familiar child bounded up to them, a sad look on his face. "I couldn't find any candy...I'm sorry. I looked everywhere."

"That's ok." He reached down and patted the boy on the head. "I'm not very hungry, hungry anymore...." He made a side glance at Rouxls. His eyes wondered the Duke's face a bit before stopping at the bags under his eyes, making Rouxls raise a brow. Jevil hummed before looking back down at Lancer. "But uh-..Did you ever happen to notice, notice something?"

Lancer looked confused and tilted his head sideways. "Notice...something?"

"Oh yes, yes. Very important."

Lancer looked to Rouxls who gave the same confused look before looking back at Jevil. "Did I forget something?"

"Oh no. But uh-" He made another glance towards Rouxls before leaning down eye level with Lancer, still floating in mid air. He turned Lancer around and pushed him a few feet away from the Duke. Rouxls froze up at the sight- "Have you noticed the bags under his eyes?"

"Who's eyes?"

"Rouxls, Rouxls."

He looked over his shoulder real quick. "....Oh! Lesser Dad's always had those." He turned back to the smiling face. "He says it's something all Dads have."

"Oh! That's bad, bad!" He held a hand to his face and gave a worried look. Alerting the child.

"It is?"

"Yes, Yes. You see. Rouxls is suffering, suffering from No-sleepitis. It makes him very sleepy, sleepy and feel grumpy."

"Really?" He nodded. "Oh...He is cranky a lot. And he's been acting very weird-"

"A side, sideeffect I'm afraid. He needs a nap, nap..Soooo.How about a little break, break?"

Rouxls watched and tried to step towards them, but every step he took Jevil move away. This was starting to become worrisome and he was seriously thinking about teleporting in front of them when Jevil finally moved away and Lancer was smiling at him.

"I swear if thou tries something-"

"Lesser Dad." He little boy pointed at him. "Take a nap."

He paused. ".....What?"

"You need to take a nap. Like a lot of naps. Because you're always cranky. So I'm ordering you on...." He stopped and looked back up to Jevil. "What was it called?"

"Paid, paid leave."

"OH! Right!" Striking a pose, he pointed at Rouxls and said in a cute bossy tone. "Lesser Dad, as the new King Dad, I'm ordering a vacation for you.....And what he said. For ten days!"

"WHAT?!" He turned to Jevil with anger in his eyes. "WHAT GAME ART THOU PLAYING WITH MINE SON!?"

Jevil gave an offended look. "I like number games, games....But harm a child, child such as Lancer I would not. That is a cruel, cruel assumption for me. Did you not, not admit to feeking for me?"

"I- N-no?....I meaneth yes! B-B-But I-"

"And one must trust, trust the one they feel for yes?"

"I-I meaneth...Y-Yes! B-But we-"

"Are taking it slow, slow." He grinned. "You said it yourself, yourself. You are the one making assumptions quick, quick without knowing me first, first. You are the one to jump, jump head first as they say and consider my motives cruel, cruel.....Now. Are you sure YOU are not breaking your, your rules? Hmmm."

"Y-Y-You were the one whomst jumped on mineself a-and ....m-made contact" His face lit up a bright blue at this point.

"All within a span of hours, hours or days. You made assumptions within a matter, matter of minutes. Therefore I am moving, moving slower with things."

"Y-You- I didst not meaneth THAT-!"

"You never specified what 'things' were not under, under that rule."

Rouxls sputtered a bit more, thinking of a loophole to be found...But he found none. He gave off a growl and quickly turned to Lancer,

"You cannot be serious! I-I-....What willst thou doeth within mine help for a week let alone ten days!"

"There it is, is."

he turned back to the imp and demanded angrily, "Where WHAT is, Worm!?"

By this point the imp was laying on his back with his hands behind his head.But reached a claw out to point at him. "You pander after the boy, boy like a rabbick would her young. Yet you give, give him no trust to handle anything his own." Rouxls shut up. "How does one expect him to become king, king let alone independent if you do not, not trust him to make his own mistakes?"

Rouxls gave a silent look to the ground. "I-....I don't want him t-to....to..."

"He's not alone....There's, There's other royals and their kin. You're state of being worries, worries me-"

"I-I-It's not just Lancer!" He shouted and started counted on his fingers to list off. "Whomst is going to tend to the guards?! O-Or handle all that god forsaken paperwork?! O-Or over see thine puzzles!?"

"The Kings, Kings, secretary, and jigsawries," he stated deadpan. He went to argue again. "A game where you wear and tear, tear your body to exhaustion makes you the loser if you wear, wear it before you can intervene the bad ending. You must stay prepared for such things."

His own way of saying his mental state was unhealthy...... and implying it needed to change before things went wrong. The three were silent for a moment, before Rouxls looked down at Lancer. The boy shuffled on his feet and looked down.

"Sorry, Lesser Dad....No-sleepitis is bad for you."

Despite what was happening, he gave a dry chuckle at the term. ''C-Can you-"

"I'll be fine. I defeated Ex-King Dad with friendship power!" He struck another cute pose. "I can be a great King-With-No-Lesser Dad for a bit-"

"And he'll be back before the party, party."

Rouxls gave an eye roll. There was no getting out of this, was there? He sighed and dropped eye level with Lancer. "I'll only agree to this if thou stays away from thine dungeon until mine return. Doth thou promise?"

"Yeah! I'll be too busy making the mushy party more fun anyways!"

He didn't know whether to be relieved or not, that still begged the other question though. What the hell was he supposed to do for ten days?

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alexandrasavior · 4 years

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Alexandra Savior AMA !!

COMING IN HOT BITCHES!!!!

Hi Alex! How much of the instrumentation was figured out before heading into the studio? Did you just bring in bare minimum demos and then fleshed them out in the studio? Or did you have most of it prepared and just recorded it? I really loved the album by the way!

Thank you! It was different for each track. A lot of the songs I had full fleshed demos that my band and I had recorded in Portland, and Sam Cohen and I worked around those. Some of the tracks like "But You" I had some Garage band demos I made on my own that we worked around, and some of the tracks like "Soft Currents" were just raw iPhone recordings of me playing and singing, and Sam and I worked out together in the studio.

Your music has some really interesting chord progressions and melodic phrases. To what extent do you consciously apply music theory to your songwriting, and how much just comes naturally from ear and instinct?

To no extent :/ I am not super skilled in music theory, I just play around until it seems like it makes sense to me

You described your desire for Belladonna of Sadness to sound "murderous", and I thought that darkness and dangerous feeling really shone through. What adjectives would you powerfully ascribe to your sophomore album? What tonal differences were important to you while recording?

I like this question! hmmmmmm. “honest"

I'm pretty new to your music, but, everyday I can't stop myself from liking it more. My two current favorite songs are “The Phantom” and “Bad Disease”. I've seen that many people prefer other songs from the album, so that made me think. What is your personal favorite song from your new album? Thanks!

“But You”!

Hypothetical: You’re making a new album and need to assemble your dream band. Anyone dead/alive. Who are you choosing?

My best friend Emma, my boyfriend, Mel, and like my therapist

Is there anything that you do in terms of practice when it comes to vocals/guitar/songwriting to improve yourself? Interested to hear

Try to play everyday

I'd love to know if you've got any cool, hidden talents that you haven't shown in public. Also I badly want to know who's done the cover for both “Saving Grace” and “Crying All the Time”.

ME! I painted them

What are your tips for marketing your music and getting more people to stream/buy your music?

I am lucky because I have a team that guides me through social posts, and a publicist. But don't post pics of your butt

Your music and music videos have so many cinematic elements to them. Does an affinity for film influence your music? If so, do you have some favorite films you can mention?

yes! Bonnie and Clyde, Rosemary's Baby, Don't Look Now, Fargo, Daisies

I've seen a few people comparing your latest work with Lana del Rey's. Do you listen to her? Was she really an inspiration for the record?

I like Lana she's talented, I understand the comparison in some ways , people tend to compare things naturally. But, no she wasn't my personal inspiration in any conscious way

Did you make a conscious effort to distance yourself from the sound of Belladonna of Sadness with this new album?

No, I have gotten mixed feedback some people say its the exact same sound, some say it is different, I just created what came naturally to me and used sounds that I am personally drawn to.

If you were to try to make someone a fan of your music, but could only show them three of your songs, what songs would you show them?

oooooh! hmmmmm. “But You”, “Audeline”, “Crying All The Time”.

Excuse me Ms. Savior - I fell in love with your duet "We're Just Making It Worse" many moons ago. What can you tell us about that song?

Thanks! Well my homie Cameron Avery wrote that tune, he just asked me to sing on it and I was glad to!

What do you think was the biggest difference between writing The Archer and Belladonna of Sadness?

i was alone

What advice would you give to up and coming musicians in the LA scene? Any Dos or Don’ts? Thank you :)

Don’t be gross and creepy! Don't worry about that hipsta shit. Do be nice and make your own shit!

What is the most unusual thing that you do to help you write or to help you get some inspiration?

Stalk all my exes’ new gfs on insta and then eat an entire chocolate cake

Will we ever get to hear your version of “Miracle Aligner”?

probs not

When does the vinyl for The Archer ship? I am hoping to get one of you drawings with mine!

First batch tomorrow 1/17/2020. Second batch Tuesday 1/21/2020. Thank You!

I saw a clip from a concert you gave recently. It was you with a couple of bandmates singing something acapella. What's that song? Is it yours? It was gooorgeous. Any chance you're coming to Barcelona?

"The Oak and The Ash", an old celtic song. I will be playing Sala Nau May 13th!!!!!!!!

Can you talk about the differences in recording your first album while signed to a major label and this album while signed to a indie label? I know you’ve spoken about why you left Columbia, but I was wondering how your personal process differed this time around, especially with different resources and personnel?

Yeah it was a lot less pressure making this record, I had more say and more freedom of expression.

You said in an interview that you wrote the songs for The Archer on piano or guitar and brought them to the studio recorded on your phone. Would you ever consider releasing these as bonus tracks?

I might ya! They’re probably a lot less interesting than you think

Do you have any tips on how to overcome writers block/find new ways to approach writing ? I've been struggling a bit lately... Have you been reading lately? If so, what books would you recommend ? :)

Just be kind to yourself, do what is natural, don't beat yourself up. I just re-read "My Year of Rest and Relaxation" by Otessa Moshfegh, now I am ready " Conversations With Friends" by Sally Rooney. I would recommend any Joan Didion, also I enjoy Salingers "Nine Stories"

This album feels a lot more personal than the first one. How would you say it compares in relation to how you expressed yourself as an artist?

I was very insecure while writing my first record, and I was co-writing so I used a lot of techniques to shelter my own opinions and feelings, in The Archer it was just me, so it was more of a journal entry than a big fancy record

Which artists did you grow up admiring, and inspired your style? Also, do you have any poetry recommendations, seeing how all your lyrics are poems in their own right?

hmmmm. ok Hilary Duff, Elvis, The White Stripes, Billie Holiday. Poetry: I don’t read much poetry but I like Rimbaud and Sylvia Plath

How did you feel when you found out “Risk” played on True Detective?

I cried

On Belladonna, what inspired the lyrics and melody for “Till You're Mine”? That song is always on repeat in my household.

Thanks! I would say my own insecurities and jealousy towards a specific woman in my life

Do you write the melodies as well as the lyrics or is it a collaborative effort?

For this record I wrote the melodies, lyrics, and chords for every song aside from "The Phantom" which was a collaboration with Sam Cohen.

What inspired you to make this new album?

I just make songs, and each song was inspired by something different, but mostly I needed to show people I WRITE MY SONGS

Do you have plans to sell more merch? I would really love to get my hands on signed stuff or one of your drawings/crafts.

yes workin' on merch now! <3

As a budding songwriter and musician myself is there any advice or wisdom you could pass on when it comes to making a career out of it?

I think writing as much as you can and trying to write honestly is important. I was lucky in a strange string of events that started my career, and every dream is different, but I suppose just keep writing and releasing your songs wherever you can

Often when I listen to music I tend to relate the song to places I've been to or places I'm at while listening. Is it the same for you when you write your songs? Do you think about a specific place for each song?

Yeah totally!

Would you ever be interested in collaborating with another artist on their record?

Yeah! Depends on who, I have always wanted to sing on a rap song.

Collab with Weyes Blood coming anytime soon?

i wish brah

Any tips on staying sane with dating apps?

don’t do dating apps

Romance is a topic which you touch upon in both of your albums. Do you have any words or phrases that have helped you through a difficult time, both in dealing with or exploring relationships past or present, if so what are they? What is your favorite set of lyrics ever, i.e. phrases etc.

"fuck hem he's a deck", "Kathy's Song" Simon and Garfunkel, "I Remember" Molly Drake

Do you use more real life experience or do you use more imagination/creativity when writing lyrics?

Depends how boring my personal life is at the time haha

What's your favorite Beatle, favorite Beatle album and favorite Beatle song?

Georgie boy <333333333

Are there any plans to record/release that “political song” with the violin that you played at Homiefest last year? For a third album maybe? Thanks, loved you since 2015 when I first heard that “Risk” demo for True Detective. The Archer is a masterpiece no bullshit.

maybe! lol

Where is the love for Chicago? How come we haven't had any shows yet?

Give me a break homie I don't plan this stuff! Would love to come to Chicago! It all depends on timing and $$$$

What was the most challenging song to write on this record?

maybe bad disease

Will there be more music videos?

I dont think so :/

I noticed for both of your releases, theres been a decent amount of time.. between when they were recorded and released. Have you found this frustrating more than anything or is it nice to have time to sit with the album?

Well, sometimes it is hard to move on and write more, with so much time between the final touches of the record and the actual release.... But, it ebs and flows and its out now so its no difference to me now

Who are some artists/bands that you personally enjoy listening to?

Jessica Pratt, The Jhamels, Molly Drake

You also seem like a prolific painter, who would you point to as inspiration/muse? My best guess would be Picasso.

Alice Neel 100%

When you feel like you’re stuck when you’re writing a song, what do you do to get around it?

I stop writing for a while, don't force it. Everyone's process is different so I try not to beat myself up too much about it

When Kevin Parker hit reddit someone asked him about if he can upload a new song and he did so... Can we hear a new song ?

If Kevin Parker jumped off a bridge WOULD YOU ?!

Who's your dream musical collab? If you were to make a soundtrack what director would you work with?

dream collab: Snoop Dogg, director: Quentin

Can you say a little bit about the creation of the album art? It's understated but there is definitely a mood there!

my dear friend Dana Trippe took the photos, and my dear friend Aaron Mitchell did the fonts

Noticed your music has a very “old horror movie/spaghetti western” vibe to them. Any films/soundtracks that inform your sound you’d recommend?

ooooh Anything Coen Brothers or Wes Anderson

How much was growing up in Portland an influence on your music?

I would say the rain had a lot to do with my melancholy, but also the music scene in Portland has always been very DIY and rock-based so “ guess that influenced me in some way.

What’s your favorite song of your’s lyrically and your favorite song to perform?

fave lyrically: Bad Disease, fave to perform: But You or Mystery Girl

The whole record was amazing but “Soft Currents” keyboards are really something else, are you planning to write more on the piano?

thank you! yes been writing a lot on the ole ivories

I love how a lot of your songs sound very cinematic - would you like to get into movie music in some capacity? Either scoring or soundtrack?

Awh hell yeuh

Is there a particular song that you're most proud of?

But YOu!

What would you say is your favorite guitar that you own and what is your dream guitar to own?

I am not much of a gear-head though I would love and old nylon string

Do you think that “Risk” will ever be made available on Spotify and Apple Music?

Unfortunately, because it was released on T-Bone Brunette's label, there was a legal situation that made me unable to release it separately. :/

Will you be making more of those amazingly weird embroidered underwear for your new tour? Obvs need some Savior swag on this tush.

I wish! I don’t have a sewing machine anymore but I will be selling my lil boxes online soon

Any chance for a show in Toronto? I'm a big fan, and I introduced my mom to your music and she absolutely loves you (her words) so I'd love to take her to one of your shows

hahah awh <3 None planned at the moment :(

What song on The Archer was a struggle to finish? Or were they all easy?

easy peasy lemon squeezy

Don't want to take away from your latest release (because it is an amazing album) but was there a reason you decided to not work with Alex Turner or James Ford for any of the new songs, writing or producing?

-__-

Since both your albums have been about relationships mostly, would you ever consider making a political song/album? What is your stance on that old debate?

I write what comes naturally to me

What should I name my snail stuffed animal?

gail

Why didn’t you get a proper promotional run from Columbia for Belladonna? It’s an amazing album but I just found out about you through The Archer (which is equally amazing).

I can't really say, but I don’t think I was ever gonna make the kind of $$$ Columbia wanted

Would you like to tour South America at some point in your career?

awh hell yeuh!

Is there any particular era/motive which inspires your music visuals (album covers, music videos)? All the best from Split, Croatia!

70s!

Based on your Spotify stats, what are the countries that listen to you the most?

IDK! France seems to be very supportive

Any artist that you like that you could recommend?

Jessica Pratt, Sudan Archives, Vagabon

What's your favorite thing to draw/paint?

women

Who is your favorite artist / what is your favorite album at the moment, and how would you say this impacted on how The Archer sounds? Also please come to the North of England 😂

I AM!!! CHECK MY TOUR SCHEDULE AND COME BB!! favorite album rn "The Colour Green" by Sibylle Baier

What’s playing in your head now?

the click clacking of a mac keyboard

How do you like your coffee?

a lil bit of almond milk

Will The Archer be getting a cd release?

no :(

That's all folks! Thank for all of the questions, and most of all thank you so much for listening to my songs, it is a dream come true <3 Come see me play at my upcoming shows ! Can't wait to see you there <33333 amour my homies

#alexandra savior #interview #(in a way)#reddit ama #2020 #*

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Dramatic Blond || Chapter 3

Fandom: Servamp Ships: LawLicht (main), KuroMahi (side) Characters: Hyde, Licht, Kuro, Mahiru, Lily

Summary: Hyde enrolls in Juilliard to win back his ex. But then he meets Licht who helps him discover a new dream. He will become a famous actor and show his ex that he’s someone serious. (Legally Blonde AU)

Part 1 || Part 2 || (Part 3) || Part 4

“Licht, thank you for helping me but you didn’t need to carry so much. It would’ve been simpler if we just took two trips.” Mahiru told his friend. They were moving supplies from Mahiru’s car to his shop. Licht’s arms were full and he could barely see in front of him. He knew the layout of the shop well and Mahiru kept everything organized so he wasn’t worried about tripping over anything.

Walking only became difficult when someone covered his eyes. He was taken by surprised and he turned around sharply. The boxes he was holding almost toppled over but the person behind him managed to catch them. He also took the boxes from him and Licht was able to see that it was Hyde. He smiled at him and nodded towards the open door. “Did I surprise you, Angel Cakes?”

“It’s impossible to sneak up on an angel. The only reason I didn’t kick you when you covered my eyes was because I knew it was you. You’re like a child with your stupid pranks, Shit Rat.” Licht rolled his eyes at his behaviour. When he turned back to the door, Licht had a small smirk on his face. He found him amusing even though he called him annoying at times.

“Are these boxes filled with rocks or something? They’re heavy. It’s impressive that you were carrying so much on your own. I need a shoulder rub after this. Will you give me— Shit! That hurts, Lichtan.” Hyde pouted at him when Licht interrupted him with a soft kick. “You’re going to make me drop these.”

“Stop exaggerating, Shit Rat. These are just receipt paper and other supplies Mahiru brought for his shop. They’re not that heavy.” He was carrying the box with ease so he knew that Hyde was lying about the weight. Hyde pretended that the box was heavy and jokingly bumped his arm against Licht’s. He blushed and hoped that Hyde didn’t notice how he stared at him.

Licht accidentally dropped the box. The way Hyde winced and crouched onto the ground made him think the box fell on his feet. Worriedly, he reached out to help him and see if he was hurt. Hyde smoothly took his hand and kissed his fingers tips. He could barely stifle his laughter as he grinned up at him. “Were you worried about me, Lichtan? That’s so sweet but I’m not hurt.”

“I was worried you broke the supplies in the box. We’re normal people who can’t afford to replace things frequently.” Licht took his hand back and opened the box. Once he saw that nothing was broken, he lightly kicked Hyde’s chest. He fell back but he continued to smile up at him. “I’m going to give you my hand to help you up and you better not trick me again.”

“But it’s so fun,” He joked. Licht still held out his hand to him and pulled him to his feet. Then, he brought the supplies into the shop. He placed them beneath the register. A short distance from him, Mahiru was counting the inventory on display. He didn’t look up from his list. He was accustomed to their banter and he knew that it would never escalate to violence.

“Thank you for bringing those boxes in for me. I’m glad they weren’t a casualty of your flirting. You two aren’t in middle school anymore so you shouldn’t do immature things like pick on your crush. Keep it simple and asked each other out already.” Mahiru decided to poke fun the two in exchange for Hyde teasing about Kuro yesterday.

“What are you talking about?” They both yelled at the same time. Mahiru giggled at their reaction. He didn’t know if it was funny or tragic that they were so blind to their own feelings.

“After that joke, I don’t know if I should give you this but here you go.” Licht pulled out a ticket from his bag and placed it on his desk. “Next Friday, I’m going to participate in a piano contest. My manager was able to get tickets for everyone I wanted to invite. I hope you can make it. This one is yours, Shit Rat. Don’t lose it because I’m not getting you another one.”

“I get one too?” They grew closer over the last few months but Hyde was pleasantly surprised that Licht invited him to see his performance. He took the ticket from him and slipped it into his wallet for safekeeping. “I can’t wait to see you play on a big stage again. The last time was the day we first met and you were just practising then. I get to see you in a fancy suit now.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Shit Rat.” He muttered and sat in front of a piano on display. He played a sweet chord and Hyde remembered the night they became friends. Licht grew up with little and he had to work hard for what he did have. He didn’t have the expandable money for a fancy suit. He said, “If you don’t behave yourself and be respectful at the performance, I’ll kick you out personally.”

The door opened and they turned to see Kuro enter. Hyde was surprised to see him since he wasn’t expecting his brother to visit. “What are you doing here, Nii-san?”

“I think I forgot my bell here when we had dinner. I have the day off so I decided to drive down and get it myself.” He explained and walked to him. Hyde couldn’t help but notice how his brother would glance at Mahiru occasionally. He wasn’t the type to take a long car ride to New York for a simple bell. He walked to Mahiru and smiled shyly. “Hello.”

“Welcome back to New York. I’m glad to see you again so soon, Kuro. After you called last night, I found your bell and set it aside.” He stumbled over his words because he was flustered by his lazy smile.

Hyde leaned close to Licht’s ear and whispered to him. “If we’re immature middle schoolers who pick on our crush, those two acts like awkward middle schoolers with their first crush.”

“We’re all adults here so don’t call us middle schoolers, Shit Rat. Well, your maturity might be in question. Learn personal space.” Licht said and pushed his face away from him. He was blushing because of how close he was. He tried to hide his reaction to his closeness and turned to Mahiru. “Do you want me to watch the shop while you run up to get that bell?”

“That would be great, Licht. I’ll get it right after I hang this guitar.” He stood on his toes to balance the instrument on the hooks. Kuro moved next to him and helped him hold the guitar in place. Mahiru would’ve liked to talk more with Kuro but he only came for the bell he forgot. “Do you have anywhere you need to be after this?”

“Actually, Mahiru, would you like to go out for lunch with me?” Mahiru wasn’t expecting him to ask him out. His hold on the guitar accidentally slipped and it fell off the hook. The guitar hit Kuro as it fell and Mahiru rushed to help him. His nose was bleeding and he pressed a napkin against the swelling.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. Does it hurt? I’ll get you some ice.” Mahiru stroked his light hair gently and that eased the pain for Kuro. He took his hand and reassured him that he wasn’t hurt. There was still a look of worry on his face and Kuro rubbed his thumb over the furrows between his brows. He relaxed and said, “We should have a doctor look at your nose in case it’s broken.”

“You should take my brother to the emergency room.” Hyde suggested and lightly urged them towards the door. “Leave me and Lichtan in charge of the shop. You can trust us.”

“Okay. Can you put everything in the backroom and then lock up the shop? Hopefully, the wait won’t be too long.” Mahiru handed his shop’s key to Licht. Then, he took Kuro’s hand and helped him to his feet. “I’ll drive you to the hospital, Kuro. My car is outside.”

Hyde watched the pair leave with a secretive smile. He waited until Mahiru’s car disappeared down the road before he flipped the open sign to close. Licht was surprised when he suddenly took his hand and pulled him outside. “Hey, where are you taking me, Shit Rat? Mahiru left the shop under my protection. As an angel, I can’t leave.”

“We’re just stepping out for a minute and we’ll finish everything when we go back. Mahiru won’t know that we left. Trust me, Lichtan.” Hyde locked the door and tilted a grin at him. With his hand on his back, he led Licht down the street. They passed several shops and he wondered what he had planned. The confident smile he had compelled him to follow Hyde.

Licht scanned the shop windows as they walked. He didn’t notice Hyde stop and ran into his back. They were in front of a store that sold men’s suit. He didn’t know why he would take him there but he followed Hyde inside. An employee greeted them politely but then she sprayed cologne in front of them. Licht coughed and waved his hand. “What the hell?”

“This is our new cologne from Calvin Klein. It’s called Love. Do you like it?”

“We’re here for a suit.” Hyde said and quickly covered Licht’s mouth. From his irritated expression, he knew that Licht would’ve said something rude if he didn’t stop him. His hand moved to his waist and took him to a row of jackets. He waved the employee away and said, “We don’t need any help at the moment. I’ll call you back once we need to take the measurement.”

“Wait, Hyde, you don’t need to buy me a suit.” Licht tried to stop him but he was once again swept away by Hyde. He held a white jacket against his chest and hummed thoughtfully. Hyde grabbed a few more and then guided him to the changing rooms in the back. He gave the armload of suits to Licht and then lightly patted his back. “Get in there and try these on for me.”

“Will you slow down, Shit Rat? I already have a suit that I plan to wear for my performance. You don’t need to buy me one.” Licht insisted.

“This is something I want to do for you. This contest is important for you and it’ll be a big part of your dream to become a pianist. You supported my dream so it’s my turn to do the same for you now.” His red eyes became soft and he said: “Without you, I would’ve never tried out for Tybalt. I owe you much more than dinner and a suit.”

“I thought you took me out to dinner because you wanted to make Ayato jealous.” He spoke his thoughts without meaning to. It was difficult to know what Hyde was thinking sometimes. Licht wasn’t sure about his own feelings for Hyde. At first, Ayato only irritated him but now he felt jealous. He didn’t know why.

“I took you out to dinner because I wanted to celebrate with you. I’m buying you a suit because I know this piano contest is important to you. Ayato has nothing to do with my decision.” Hyde wrapped a tie around his neck and pulled him closer. Licht could hear the honesty in his voice. “You should try on the white suit jacket. It’s the perfect colour for an angel like you.”

“Okay, I’ll try on a few. You have good taste for someone who wears so many gaudy rings.” Licht took the suit jacket from him and walked into the changing room.

“What did you think of our run through?” Hyde asked after his rehearsal was over. They would often walk home together. That day, Licht’s practise ended early so he decided to watch the rehearsal while he waited for him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the play whenever Hyde was on stage. Hyde played Tybalt’s hotheaded personality with a roguish charm.

“I had to stop every five minutes to look up a translation of Shakespeare’s work to know what everyone was saying. I’m glad that people don’t talk in that flowery style anymore. It’s best to be direct and blunt when you talk to others.” He said. The irony that he couldn’t be direct with his growing feelings for Hyde wasn’t lost on Licht. “With how often you quote him, I might have to buy a book and carry it with me.”

“Out of everyone here, you’re likely the only one who doesn’t question my Shakespeare knowledge or acting ability. Most people in the master program went through their bachelors here so they got a chance to network. They see me as an outsider since I transferred in.” Hyde groaned.

“Ignore them. You’ll prove yourself and they’ll shut up soon enough. It was the same when I entered the music program.” Licht’s encouragement was blunt but it made Hyde smile softly. Despite his sharp words and glare, he was a good man. “What do you want to do tonight?”

“I have a DVD collection of Shakespeare’s plays with modern subtitles for normies like you. Do you want to marathon them with me? It’ll be a forty hour marathon of ‘thou’s and ‘thee’s.” Hyde burst into laughter when he saw the expression Licht made. He appeared utterly horrified by the prospect of watching a marathon of plays. Truthfully, Licht thought it would be fun if Hyde was there.

The stage was mostly empty since the other students left soon after rehearsal ended. Hyde jumped onto the stage and held out his hand to Licht to help him up as well. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell him that he didn’t need his help but his red eyes compelled him to place his hand in his. They walked around the stage and Hyde thought the spotlight highlighted Licht’s sharp features beautifully.

“Shakespeare created scenes that endured the test of time.” They stopped next to the balcony set piece. He climbed the ladder to the balcony and leaned over the edge to smile down at Licht. The balcony wasn’t very high and he was able to cup his cheek. “O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night being o’er my head as a winged messenger of heaven.”

“Isn’t Juliet is supposed to be the one standing on the balcony while Romeo says that line from the ground?” Licht wasn’t as familiar with Shakespeare’s work as Hyde was so he couldn’t quote the next line. He helped him practise enough to know a few of the other lines though. “I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear demon, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee.”

“My prof will kill us if he heard us re-arrange the lines like this.” Hyde joked but he played along by improvising additions to the classic lines. “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. Juliet? Sweetheart? Love? Thou art an angel. My angel is thou.”

“I don’t think ‘sweetheart’ was a common endearment back then, Stupid Hedgehog.” Licht stepped up a few steps of the ladder until they were eye to eye. “With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls. For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt. Trust me, Love, I’ll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange.”

They unconsciously leaned closer to each other. They were only reciting lines from the play but it felt different from when he would practise with others. Hyde felt his heart start to race and he ran his fingers through the white streak in his dark hair. Licht’s whisper brushed over his lips. “I have no idea what I just said or if I even said it right.”

“It was perfect, Angel Cakes. I never thought I would hear you say something so corny and cheesy.” A small chuckle escaped him and he leaned back.

“Oh, speaking of names, I have something for you.” Licht shrugged off his backpack so he could take out his gift. The ladder shook slightly as he took his hands off the bar. Hyde placed his hands on Licht’s waist to keep him from falling backwards. “When you were paying for the suit, I saw this and bought it for you. I was going to give it to you after your opening night but this seem like a good time. Close your eyes.”

“I hope this isn’t a trick, Angel Cakes.” He said but he closed his eyes. He heard a small jingle and he wondered what it could be. Hyde felt something cold against his neck but the warmth of Licht’s fingers quickly chased it away. He opened his eyes and looked down at see a nametag hanging around his neck. He held the silver tag in his palm and then traced his finger over his name.

Licht blushed and told him, “I couldn’t afford to get it engraved so I did it myself. Don’t laugh.”

“I love it.” Hyde tucked the necklace beneath his scarf. “I’ll wear it on opening night.”

“Is that you, Hyde. Rehearsal ended already so you shouldn’t be here.” They turned towards the voice and Hyde recognized the director of the play. He was disappointed that their moment was interrupted but he knew they had to leave. Licht climbed down the ladder and Hyde followed him. The director continued to lecture them. “You can’t play on the sets. I need to lock up.”

“I’m sorry,” Hyde said. He light nudged Licht towards the door and said: “I want to talk to the director about the play. You should head out first since our talk will probably bore you. But know that parting is such sweet sorrow.”

Licht rolled his eyes when he heard the quote but he had a light smile as he left. Hyde walked back to the director. “Mr. Callahan, I want to thank you for this opportunity you’ve given me. I know it’s a risk to give me the role of Tybalt since this will be my first production. I won’t let you down on opening night.”

“I hope you won’t. There is something I would like to ask you though. My organization is holding a fundraiser next week.” The director handed a pamphlet to Hyde. “Maybe you and your siblings can come. It’s a great cause to donate your time and money into.”

“Is this the reason you gave me the role? You wanted my family’s support.” His family was wealthy and successful so organizations would often invite them to fundraisers and events. From a young age, he knew the were only invited because of their prestigious name. Hyde’s lips twisted into a scowl and he thrust the paper back to him.

He didn’t bother to listen to the director’s response before he turned and stormed out of the theater. He wondered if he was cursed because he saw Ayato in the hall. He tried to ignore him and walk past him. Ayato’s voice echoed him. “It looks like you’ll get the lead for our next play. You’ve earned it.”

Hyde slammed the door but he was so numb that he didn’t hear its loud crack behind him. His only thought was returning home. He almost walked past Licht without speaking to him. He only stopped when he grabbed his arm. As soon as Licht saw his eyes, he knew something was wrong. “What happened?”

“I have to pack and go back to California.” Hyde’s declaration shocked him. He pulled his arm out of his grip and walked past him. The cold rejection stung Licht. They were having fun together only a few minutes ago so he didn’t know what happened to make him upset. Not one to give up easily, Licht walked in front of Hyde and blocked his path.

“What about the play? You can’t leave when they need you to be Tybalt.” Licht reminded him.

“Look, Licht, I don’t belong in Juilliard. Thank you for trying to help me and everything else.” The confidence he gained after landing the role was taken from him. Hyde simply wanted to return home and lick his wounds. “When you become famous and have a piano recital in California, you should visit me. Give me a call. Say hello. You are the best thing about this place.”

“Where are going? Your dream is only just beginning.” Licht desperately wanted him to stay. “Hyde, you should know—”

“The only reason the director gave me the part was because he wanted my family to donate money to his organization.” He spoke over him.

Hyde looked down at the ground and bit his lip. “I didn’t get the role because of my talent or anything like that. There’s no reason for me to stay. I should’ve known too. When Ayato broke up with me, he said my family name was the only reason he dated me. God, I just want someone who wants me for me but I’m not going to get that here. Goodbye, Licht.”

Licht was paralyzed and he couldn’t stop Hyde from leaving. He stared at Hyde’s back as he left. He was too far to hear Licht’s whispered confession. “You do belong here. I know you’re worth so much more than a name. A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet, after all.”

#servamp #lawlicht #greed pair #kuromahi #sloth pair #servamp hyde #licht jekylland todoroki #servamp kuro #mahiru shirota #fanfiction

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vcg73 · 6 years

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Hummel Holidays 2017 Fic: When the Lights Go Up in the City

There’s a lot of romantic Kurt fic out there, but not enough family/friendship fic for my taste. :)

Hummel Holidays Prompt #1: Lights

Rare Pair: Kurt and Sam

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“Dude, I’m really glad you let me come back here.”

“I didn’t let you come back, Sam. It isn’t as if I owned the city of New York.”

“Well, no, but you didn’t have to let me stay with you when you heard I was coming for the holidays. Or bring me out to do something cool while I was here.”

Kurt shrugged nonchalantly. “Mercedes told me you wanted to see the city at Christmas, and since I was staying in town by myself this year, I had the room.”

“Yeah, I heard your folks went to Hawaii.”

He nodded. “They just had their five-year anniversary, and they never had a real honeymoon so I suggested a tropical Christmas for two this year.”

“That’s cool. I went to see my folks for a few days at Thanksgiving, so I decided I’d do something else at Christmas. Then I thought, hey, Kurt and I never got to hang over the holidays when I lived here, so . . .”

“Here you are.”

Noting that he hadn’t quite sounded pleased by that, Sam ventured, “I wanted to do it before this but I wasn’t sure if you still thought of me as a friend anymore. I mean, after the last time you and Blaine blew up, I figured any of the friends you’d shared might be off your Christmas List for good.”

Kurt shrugged and straightened the collar of his long wool coat, ignoring the comment as he adjusted the fluffy red scarf around his throat, tucking it a bit higher under his chin as the chilly New York wind blew a particularly freezing blast over the crowd at Rockefeller Center. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of fleece-lined gloves and passed them to Sam. “Here, put these on before you get frostbite. I knew you’d forget about gloves, so I brought extra.”

Sam took the gloves and pulled them on, hunching his shoulders as another gust ruffled the old red and white Letterman jacket he was wearing. “Thanks.” Holding up one hand and noting the perfect fit, he offered a tentative smile. “Your stuff always did fit me really good.”

Reminded of the first time he had brought warm garments to this man when he’d had none of his own, Kurt’s demeanor, which had been nearly as icy as the weather, thawed a few degrees. “I didn’t think you remembered that.”

“Dude, of course I did! That was seriously the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. You and Quinn, and all the clothes and free babysitting and stuff that you gave my family. Not to mention letting me live with you guys after I came back to McKinley, and then giving me a free couch to crash on when I was trying to make it as a model. I’ll never forget any of that stuff!”

Kurt merely sniffed and crossed his arms over his chest, looking up at top of the tall light-bedecked Christmas tree that was just waiting for the onset of darkness to come alive. “Didn’t feel that way,” he said quietly. Glancing briefly at Sam, he added, “I had believed we were pretty close friends, but once a better ‘bro’ came along, I didn’t even warrant a flicker of interest anymore.”

And that fact had hurt him deeply. Kurt did not need to say the words for Sam to hear them loud and clear. His cheeks warmed enough to melt the snowflakes lazily drifting down onto their upturned faces. “Yeah . . . I remember that too. I’m sorry about the way I was then. There’s not even a good reason for it. I just felt like . . . like Blaine was popular from the first day he came to our school, and if I was his best bud then I’d automatically be popular again too. And it really was fun, being what he started calling Blam. It felt like being half of that made me sort of invulnerable to the slushies and slams and all that. You remember how out of place I was when I first transferred, right? How I was pretending to be a surfer dude with the perfect hair and perfect tan. Star quarterback, dater of star cheerleaders, and anything else I could think of to be liked.”

Kurt huffed a little. “You were sort of obsessed. But then you joined the Glee Club and publicly stood up for the gay kid against the bullies. So much for that great plan.”

Ruefully, Sam laughed with him. “Yeah, and then I became the homeless kid, and I was living in fear every day that someone would find that out.” He shook his head. “But when I finally did come back for senior year after working in that club to make ends meet, I sort of thought ‘This is my chance to start over fresh.’ Only I was so far behind that I couldn’t catch up again. Everyone else seemed to have a future, and a plan. You and Rachel were off to become theater stars, Quinn was going to freaking Yale, Mercedes was going to become a big time recording artist in L.A., Mike was off to a fancy dancing academy. Even Finn and Puck seemed to have real plans, even if they didn’t work out later on. And I was nothing but the ex jock who was too dumb to pass his senior classes and had to repeat a year. Total bottom of the barrel.”

“You were never dumb, Sam,” Kurt said, his tone serious. “It wasn’t your fault you were at such a disadvantage, and I would have helped you catch up if I’d realized how much trouble you were having. You always seemed so happy and upbeat. I never even knew you were failing classes until they sent out the graduation list and you weren’t on it. Same with Brittany. I just assumed she was doing okay because she became the class president. Believe it or not, there used to be GPA standards for holding student government positions.”

Sam snorted, not even surprised that Figgins and Beiste, who had been in charge of those class elections, had let that particular ball drop. Suddenly he shivered as another blast of wind got past his defenses. God, he hoped this tree lighting was worth it because he was freezing!

Kurt, wrapped in two layers of sweater, a warm coat, and a large scarf, noticed his discomfort and tentatively offered, “You can tuck in closer to me if you want. I mean, if that won’t make you feel awkward.”

Recognizing that Kurt still wasn’t entirely convinced that Sam had not backed off from his company because he was, compared with his then-boyfriend, “too gay” for a straight dude to be friends with, Sam immediately took a step sideways and wrapped his arm around Kurt’s back. After a hesitant moment, Kurt returned the favor and put an arm around Sam’s shoulders. Whether it was the body heat or the simple show of acceptance, Sam immediately felt much warmer. The little smile that stole over Kurt’s lips suggested that he did as well.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend when I lived here,” Sam said quietly. “I was still pretty down on myself for those first few months, especially when I couldn’t find a job and was basically living off your charity for the third time. I told myself it was okay because Blaine really wanted me here, and it was good to have you both in my corner. It wasn’t until later, after I moved out, then moved back home, and you guys broke up almost immediately, and Blaine came back to Ohio, and then he and I suddenly didn’t have much in common anymore, that I figured out how screwed up that time really was.”

“It’s okay,” Kurt said, the response so automatic that Sam winced. How many times had Kurt been forced to say those words to people who just took them at face value and moved on?

“No, it isn’t.” He leaned forward a little, craning his neck to see Kurt’s face when he attempted to hide it in his giant scarf. “It was never okay. That’s why I wanted to see you again now. You were great to me whenever I needed you. The fact that you agreed to put me up this week, and come out here to freeze your ass off just so I could see a gigantic Christmas tree proves that you still are. And I was a dick to you when you needed me. That was uncool and unfair, and I wanted you to know that I’m trying to grow up and become a better man, and that I’m really truly sorry for the way I repaid all your kindness. You might not be my bro when it comes to comics and movies and stuff like that, but where it really counts you’re totally the big brother I never had.”

Kurt lifted his free hand and used his glove to subtly brush away a tear. Lifting his head to look at the tree again as the lights finally came on, and the crowd around them ooh’ed and ahh’ed, he heaved a heartfelt sigh.

The frosty plume of his breath filled the air in front of them, growing larger and then slowly dissipating on the breeze, as if Kurt was letting go of some long held inner pain. His arm tightened around Sam’s shoulders and Kurt smiled, the first real smile he had worn since Sam’s arrival this morning. Gesturing up at the beautifully lit giant spruce, he said, “What do you think of our Christmas tree?”

“Coolest one I’ve ever seen,” Sam said truthfully. As the sneaky wind reached under his collar to tickle his neck with another finger of ice, he said, “But I think I’d rather see the bottom of a hot chocolate mug right now. What do you say? First cup’s on me?”

Kurt nodded. “You have a deal. And when we’ve defrosted a little, we can go skating, or home to watch a Christmas movie if that sounds better. I have them all.”

“Elf?” he said hopefully.

“I might have known. Sure, why not?”

Sam sighed happily and gave Kurt, his friend, a helpful tug around the waist to get him moving as he spotted a hot cocoa vendor just a few hundred feet away, the hot steam from his cart beckoning temptingly.

Kurt laughed and sped up his steps and in a moment the two young men were racing to see who would be the first to reach their goal of steamy chocolaty goodness. Kurt beat Sam by a hair and threw his arms up in triumph. “Take that, Mister Quarterback! I think you should get me a doughnut to go with my cocoa, to celebrate this auspicious occasion.”

Though he was not fully certain he knew what ‘auspicious’ meant, Sam agreed happily. “Two large cocoas and two doughnuts, please,” he told the vendor.

As Kurt grinned and accepted his reward, a round cake doughnut with festive red and green sprinkles over the top, Sam breathed a happy sigh of his own. In spite of the frigid temperature, he had never felt so warm.

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prettymessedupsituation · 7 years

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Prompt: two friends, crazy ex is coming, quick pretend we're a couple!

What’s a Kiss Between Friends?

Rating: Teen and UpRelationships: Platonic Sam & Cas, Dean/Cas, alludes to past Sam/BeckyWord Count: 2,156Tags: AU: Modern Setting, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Aromantic, Platonic Kiss, First Kiss, Feelings RealizationSummary: Sam’s miserable at a wedding reception he’d rather not be at. When he finds out a crazy ex is there, he has to hope his friend Cas, and his brother Dean, don’t hold this exit strategy against him.

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Sam leaned against a column, hands shoved into his pockets, and stared at the ceiling. He watched the lights fade from one color to the next. The band was about situated, and the other guests started to filter into the reception hall. Sam sighed. A quick look at his watch told him it was too early to sneak out. He’d at least have to say his congratulations to Chuck before he escaped. His eyes searched around the busy room and found what he was looking for - the bar, and of course, his brother seated next to Cas.

After a few drinks, Sam felt a little more relaxed and less anxious to get out of there. The bride and groom had cut the cake, had their first dance, and were starting the receiving line. Sam hit Dean with the back of his hand.

“I’m gonna go say bye to Chuck and head out. You coming?”

“Nah,” Dean said, tapping his glass to alert the bartender. “I’ll be fine right here.”

“What about you, Cas?” Sam asked, the look on his face practically begging him to go.

Cas looked at Dean and to the line of people, then returned to Sam. “I…uh….”

“Stop giving him puppy dog eyes,” Dean said. “I can’t even see your face and I know you’re giving him the eyes.”

Sam turned to Dean. “I just want to get through the line, say bye to Chuck, and get out of here, man. And I…don’t want to stand there alone.” He smiled shyly to a woman in her early 60s as she walked past and gave him a wink.

“Look at all those bridesmaids,” Dean said as he gestured with his glass. “Why don’t you go give them your puppy dog eyes.”

“I’ll go with you,” Cas said. “Better to have a wing-man anyway.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Come find me when you’re done. Give them my best.”

Sam and Cas slowly made their way through the reception line, giving quiet smiles to women who glanced their way. “I hate weddings,” Sam breathed. Cas looked at him, confused. “No. I take that back. I don’t hate weddings. I hate…receptions full of people I don’t know. Dean loves them.” He looked back toward the bar and Dean wasn’t there. He searched around and then he saw him, standing next to the wedding cake, stealing a big piece from the back instead of taking one of the smaller pre-cut pieces.

“Why can’t he behave for twenty minutes?” Cas asked. He rubbed his forehead and wiped the palm of his hand over his face.

“Hey. Cas.” Sam shifted his weight and lowered his voice. “Have you and Dean…ever…?” Cas wasn’t catching on. “Do you ever feel like you and Dean have a more-than-friends kind of relationship?”

“Well, yes, I do consider us closer than friends.”

“But different than how you would describe me and you, right?”

Cas thought for a moment. “Yes. I would say the way I feel about him is different than the way I feel about you.”

“How so?”

“I believe the best way to describe it is a difference in intensity,” Cas said. “I obviously care for you very much, and I view you as my family and closest friend.”

“But…Dean?”

“It’s different. Family and a friend, of course, but…different. For instance, when he says I’m like a brother to him, it feels wrong. Almost forced and unnatural.”

Sam smiled. “Yeah. It doesn’t seem like a brother kind of love.”

“Then, what?” Cas asked. Beads of sweat dotted his hairline. “Not romantic.”

“I didn’t say that. Just different than sibling love and more intense than friendship…maybe there’s something there.”

Cas looked over at Dean. He was sitting at the bar again, eating his plate of cake and drinking champagne. He sighed. “Well, Sam, you’re not wrong. Even when he’s being an idiot, I do feel something for him. I had just chalked it up to friendly affection.”

As they approached Chuck, the line slowed even more. They gave congratulations to his wife. Sam shook his hand and pulled him in for a hug.

“Hey, Sam! Cas. Good to see you guys,” Chuck said. “Glad you could make it. But…” Chuck leaned in and whispered to Sam, “I’m sorry dude, you’ve gotta get out of here before she sees you.”

“She who?” Sam asked.

“Shit. Okay. Stay cool. Sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Good luck,” Chuck said. “Uncle Barry!” he said a little too loud with a nervous chuckle, abandoning Sam and Cas to save themselves.

Sam turned around to head back to the bar to get Dean and saw, standing by the cake table, Becky Rosen. “Oh no,” he said. “Becky.”

“Crazy ex Becky?” Cas asked.

“Maybe she won’t see me.”

“Sam, you’re a fairly large human being. She’s going to see you.”

“Shut up, Cas.” He tried to come up with an escape plan. He turned to Cas, who looked as pessimistic about whatever Sam was planning as Sam was panicked. “Okay. I’m going to back up and head toward the exit. You go get Dean and meet me out front,” Sam said.

“Sam Winchester?”

Sam shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth. He slowly turned to see Becky’s face beaming at him.

“Hey, Becky! Fancy seeing you here.” He let out an oof as she practically tackled him with a hug. “Why…are you here?” Sam asked.

“I do weddings!“ she said. She released him and gave him a once over before continuing. "Chuck’s wife, then fiance, hired me, and until rehearsal last night I didn’t even realize it was him. What a small world.”

“Feels smaller every second,” Sam said.

“So. Sam,” she started as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “are you here with anyone?”

Sam stammered. He looked around the room as if a gutsy single girl would just appear and save the day. Then he looked to Cas and mouthed Go with it. “Actually, yes. I am.” Sam put his arm around Cas and pulled him close. “Becky, this is my boyfriend. Cas.”

“Oh. Oh. That’s…great!” Becky said. She assessed a look on Cas’s face that Sam couldn’t see, and her shift in demeanor made him nervous. “So, when did this happen?” she asked. “Where did you guys meet?”

“We met in law school,” Sam said. “Yeah. He was a TA in one of my classes and ran a study group.” Sam’s eyes met Cas’s and the level of desperation he was feeling must have come through.

“Sam’s brother used to come hang out sometimes and we all got really close,” Cas added, pulling Sam closer. “We were just friends for so long until one day, everything clicked into place.” He glanced at Sam with a look of realization.

“Really? That’s…incredible,” Becky said. “I never would have thought….”

“Yeah. I never would have thought either,” Sam said. “It’s crazy, you know. You have these feelings and don’t recognize what they mean until someone shines a little light on them.” He hesitantly kissed the top of Cas’s head.

Becky squinted.

Sam tried to sell it a little harder. “Can you believe it’s been nine years since we met?” he mused to Cas with an awkward laugh. Then he turned his attention to an unconvinced Becky. “When we met, I was in a really dark place and he pulled me out of it. We’ve been through a lot. We’ve had our fights, but we always know where home is - each other.” His eyes looked into Cas’s and he hoped the words drove home. "Honestly, I’d be lost without him.”

“That’s great, Sam. Glad to see you’re happy and doing well.”

“Yeah. Well. I am. We are. And I hope you’re doing well too. It seems like it. The wedding was lovely.”

“Aw, thank you. That means a lot,” Becky said. “You know, I always had planned our wedding over and over in my head and it made me think, ‘You know what, Becky? You’d be good at making other people’s dream weddings become reality.’”

Cas looked at Sam. “You never told me you were going to get married.”

“We weren’t!” Sam exclaimed. He looked back at Becky and cleared his throat. “Not that being married to you would have been a bad thing, but I just wasn’t ready for that level of commitment.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Sam.”

“I wasn’t…?”

Becky continued. “Sometimes you think someone’s perfect and the person of your dreams, but after time you realize it just wasn’t meant to be.” Her eyes looked watery. “And at the end of the day, if you’re happy, then I’m happy,” she said with a bright smile. She opened her arms for him to give her a hug and stood there, waiting. Sam moved in cautiously and bent down to give her a hug. Becky whispered in his ear, “Unless you’re lying. Unless you’re pretending to be in a relationship just to avoid spending the three minutes it would take to have one dance with me. Then I would be really, really upset.”

Sam let go of her and stood. He smiled, nostrils flared, trying to figure out how to avoid making what he felt was his next move. He looked at Cas, whose face was stricken with half amusement and half panic, cupped his face in his hands, and planted a kiss on Cas’s lips. He could feel Becky’s eyes boring into him. He had to sell it better. He relaxed his face and sank into the kiss, and he hoped Cas would forgive him.

Becky nodded. “You guys have a great night.” As Cas kissed back, she stumbled over her words. “I-I just..I have to just…okay. Bye.”

Sam opened his eyes with his mouth still on Cas’s and saw Becky walking away. Sam let go of Cas and in one breath burst out, “ Sorry sorry sorry sorry , I’m so sorry.”

Cas laughed and just shook his head. He pinched the corners of his mouth with his middle finger and thumb. “It’s fine.”

“Sam? Cas? What the hell?”

They looked up and saw Dean standing there with two champagne flutes and two plates of cake.

“Dean! Hey! This, uh, this is not what it looks like!” Sam said. He looked around to see if Becky was near. He didn’t see her, but wasn’t taking any chances. “Let’s get out of here, okay?”

“No. I wanna know what the hell just happened. And I brought you two cake ,” Dean said, a bit drunk and disgusted.

“Seriously. Dean. It’s not what you think. Just…come on. Let’s go outside.”

“Why the -”

“Dean.” Cas’s authoritative voice always gave him pause, even if it didn’t last long. He grabbed Dean’s shoulder and walked him out to the car.

“Okay, we’re outside. What the hell -”

“Becky Rosen was in there,” Sam said. Dean was taken aback as he processed that tidbit of information and then calmed down, understanding. “She was…being Becky. I roped Cas into pretending he was my boyfriend to get her to leave me alone.” He put his hand on Cas’s back. “Sorry. Again.”

“It’s no problem,” Cas said with a wave.

“But that kiss…,” Dean started.

“Didn’t mean anything,” Sam promised. He paused. “Wait a minute. Why do you care?”

“B-because, Sam!” Dean sputtered.

“Because…?”

“Why do you care, Dean?” Cas asked.

Dean’s face flushed. He had no response. Sam watched with a smile as Cas stepped toward Dean. His brother swallowed hard. “I don’t.”

“You’re lying,” Cas said with a laugh. “Why does it bother you so much that Sam kissed me - even if it meant nothing?” Dean was backed against the car and Cas stood toe-to-toe with him. “Were you jealous?“

“Okay! Fine! Maybe…maybe I was a little upset it wasn't me kissing you!” Dean shouted.

Cas smiled. He leaned in and kissed Dean. Sam turned around and grinned. He picked up one of the plates of cake Dean had carried out, leaned back against the car, and took a big bite.

A voice coming out of the reception hall said, “What the hell?”

He looked over to see Becky staring at Cas and Dean kissing while Sam nonchalantly ate cake. He picked up a champagne flute and raised it to her.

“God, the Winchesters are weird,” she said as she hurried to her car.

Sam laughed and knocked on the hood. “Guys. Hate to break it up, but how about we get back to the hotel?” Dean held up a finger, asking for one more minute. He sighed and picked up the other plate of cake. “Dean, do you want this cake, or do you mind splitting it with me? I don’t want to take a bite and then you get pissed at me about it.”

Dean broke away from Cas and opened the car door. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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sun-avenue · 5 years

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shot.tales.//0.1.

2019. NAZ.

“Seven years after everything that happened between us, the only thing I still expected from you was closure. Not an apology, not even a drunk text message at 2AM saying how much I was missed; just an ending. Unfortunately, for both of us, there wasn’t even a proper beginning to start with – so I think asking for a proper ending would be asking for too much. Didn’t make me want it any less, though.

If stares could kill, you would be dead by now. I glued my eyes on the back of your head, completely unaware of the real world around me. Your dark locks were up in meticulously arranged in a bun, tied up together with a fancy hair clip, allowing your bare shoulders to make a rare appearance in a dress that fitted you too well. Strong shoulders, the ones that you used to hate as a consequence of years of swimming. Shoulders I used to love to cry on. Do you still not like them? Would I still feel safe with my head against them? I haven’t wondered about all that for awhile now, but seeing you in front of me, so close, yet so far, brought it all back - like a cold wave on a late-night walk on the beach.

People around us were still making small talk. Cheers were beginning to sound way too loud for a classy event like that. But I wasn’t hearing a thing. After all this time, that girl three tables away still had the power to invade my memories and make me remember everything I had been trying to forget. It also made me regret all my decisions in the past years. That was the type of vulnerability I didn’t want to deal with – not here, not right now. It wasn’t enough to make me look away. God, it wasn’t even enough to make me feel sorry about myself and just get out of there before you could actually see me. I wondered what would take for me to actually give up and just forget.

You still look the same. Of course I would notice that, even though the back of your head was all that I could see from that far. I knew that head - and all the rest of the body that sustained it - all too well. Honestly, I think I will never be able to forget one single detail, doesn’t matter how much I try. I also notice the way your bright yellow dress hugs your curves just right, like a modern live-action version of Belle before dancing with the Beast. I wished I could tell you that the shining color of your dress matches your personality. I still can’t see your face, but I bet all my money that your big brown-greenish eyes are sparkling with glitter, and your full, drawn-by-hand lips are painted in a pastel shade of pink. Maybe you were too predictable. But maybe I just knew everything about you that was possible to be known.”

People started to clap again and I was forced back to the real world - a world that didn’t look real at all. Two seconds ago it was just me and her all over again, but now old men were dressed in Armani suits and rich ladies walking around with giant diamonds around their necks like it wasn’t no big deal. The few I had on my own wrist sparkling brighter than the limelight on the stage in front of me made sure to let me know that maybe it really wasn’t.

I looked up for the firme time in what felt like forever.

“Are you even trying to be lowkey?” the blonde woman right beside me asked.

I happened to call the said blonde as best friend, but her name was Bela. Also known was my personal assistant, which was a win-win situation for me & me again, cause I had the chance to pay my best friend to approve my whole life before I even had the chance and that was fine for both of us. Tabloids loved to make us look like a good-looking young couple - couple as in lovers and completely not platonic -, which got worse with the open letter I put out there for the whole world to read about my sexuality. It wasn’t anyone’s business, but God, if felt good to scream it to everyone. Disclaimer: no, we weren’t together and never have been. As Bela makes sure to mention every once in awhile, “you’re cute and everything, but we’re not even each others’ type”. Nevertheless, Bela was a leo (and also an astrology slut, her words, not mine), meaning she absolutely loved the spotlight and paparazzis screaming her name in red carpets. Bonus points if they were able to capture her good angle, which was the left side of her roundish pretty face.

“I am not. But thanks for asking.” I replied in a low voice, careful not to bring attention to us. We were, after all, seated in a table filled with a lot of famous, important people. And I trusted none of them.

“Aw, babe.” Bela linked our hands and gave me a sweet smile. She was way more comfortable with displays of affection than I was, but I kept my fingers enlaced in hers either way. After years spinning around in our own little dance, we knew how to work around each other. As the blonde liked to say, “we knew how to tango”. “It’s a charity dinner. Stop pining over your ex-girlfriend and start suffering for poor, starving children. You know, just for a change.”

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Yes, I was definitely pinning. No, I was not about to confess that. “I do feel for the starving children, that’s why I’ve donated a good amount of money and helped organizing the event. And she’s not my ex-girlfriend.”

“Well, she’s your ex-something.” Bela said, putting my red bangs behind my left ear. It wasn’t even part of the job - she just liked taking care of me like I was a doll. It felt a little patronizing sometimes but it was nice being taken care of by someone, so I just probably give her a raise instead.

I did not give her an answer; both of us knew she was right.

Only five seconds had passed when she tried again.

“Ok, now I’m serious. Are you alright? It’s been awhile. Since the last time, I mean.” I looked into her eyes, face-to-face with the friend that had my back so many times, and I could tell the loving but worrying look in her eyes was pretty genuine. Bela was a loud, ego-maniac, crazy latina woman – but her number one priority in this life was to make those she loved happy. Luckily, I was one of a few.

I breathed in deep enough to smell the chicken salad in my plate right in front of me.

“It’s fine. I mean, Hollywood is a small place. We just happened to choose the same event just this once. It’s a mistake that only happens once in a lifetime. She’s probably here because she didn’t know I was coming. It’s fine.” I rambled, as if the faster I talked higher the possibility of believing my own words. “She’s only here to help starving kids.”

Bela, as usual, was having none of it.

“Yeah. Maybe she is.” With one last meaningful stare, Bela backed off and grabbed her glass of champagne, having a sip. It was irritating how I just knew she was trying to replicate one of those obnoxious memes that she’d learned while stalking fan accounts on Twitter (“it’s a whole world, Naz, you should check it out!”). It was annoying because she had a fair point - and I knew that without having to ask. Not only I was the one who helped organizing the event, I was also its ambassador. Everyone knew I would be here. Every single guest in the room deliberately chose to be here with her.

I was just about to return to my meal with a awesome plan of ignoring a almost anxiety attack with food when I noticed someone three tables away was staring at me, too.

For the fraction of a second that our eyes met, I was sure I was having a heart attack. Thank fuck I was an actress. A very-good-in-hiding-her-feelings one. So just like all those times before, I pretended to see nothing, notice nothing and feel nothing. Suddenly the salad chicken in my plate looked delicious.

2012. PIPA.

“No, wait – sorry. No. Stop.”

The pianist abruptly paused mid-song, leaving the chords to fade on their own. Two girls from the backing vocal group shared a meaningful, annoyed look; but just like the last three interruptions before this one, they chose to say nothing.

I sighed. That morning was already longer than I expected it to be. My eyes burned, my back was sore from countless hours sitting in that ridiculous chair and, as the fat cherry on top of the cake, my head buzzed in pain just like a grenade about to explode.

David looked at me, his green eyes darker in frustration. He said nothing, but I could hear him screaming “what now?” telepathically to me. I had lots of experience working with egocentric directors: they demanded 32 hours of your day out of the 24 God gave you, they yelled at your face in front of the actors and, as I recalled so well, they would even compare your work to the pizza from the day before now rotting in the trash can. David was a difficult human being to understand - always annoyed, always expecting perfection from things that simply were not supposed to be perfect -, but he wasn't like that at all. He wasn’t one of them. However, right at that moment, when I deliberately interrupted the performance one more time, David looked at me like he was dying to throw me and my stuff in the dumpster outside across the street.

“It wasn’t right. I’m sorry, it just wasn’t.” I finally said. I could feel a defeated aura expressed all over my body.

David looked at me for a second but said nothing. With a wave of his hand, the stage manager understood that it was best for everyone to just take five. Mike, the bald guy responsible to keep everyone in sight (or, at this case, out of sight), worked fast to disappear with the backing vocal singers and the musicians. They all probably went outside to gossip about my instability, just like they had done since 8AM this morning. I pretended not to care.

David was left alone with me for the first time since we arrived. “What is going on? Will you please let me finish my very much needed rehearsal before I turn 80?”

I crossed my arms against my body.

“Oh, please. It’s hardly a rehearsal. We don’t even have proper actores yet.”

“We would have them by now if you did your damn job!”

Something about the way he raised his voice made my headache worse in mere seconds, but I could not be bothered to care. I was used to working for people who loved to yell at me for no reason.

I gave him a burning look in return, which he didn’t seem to care. My voice remained low as I finally confessed: “The song is terrible.”

He raised his eyebrows, confusion all over his face. “It’s your song.”

I rolled my eyes, suddenly remembering how uncomfortable that chair was. Rising up, I turned my back to him. It was humiliating telling your own boss that your job was absolutely crap.

“I know it’s my song. That’s how I know it’s shit.”

David sighed. Not in annoyance - it was something else. I turned to look at him. He seemed… worried. Understanding, even.

“Pipa. I wouldn’t have contacted you for this job if I didn’t think you were capable of delivering what I want. Trust me, I am very picky. However, I picked you.” He paused for a moment to get closer. “The song is fine. Sure, it can be better, but you have time to get it right. So. Swallow this shitty imposter syndrome and let’s do this, together.” He focused in the last words while grabbing me by the shoulders, shaking me ever so slightly.

His words calmed me down a little, but I remained skeptical.

“Well, if it’s not the song it’s definitely the singers. Nevertheless, it isn’t working the way it is right now. We need the real deal.”

He let me go but stayed close to me.

“Casting takes time - you know how producers work. It’s Broadway, for Christ's sakes. They are still deliberating if they want a nobody or a Hollywood star. Why don’t you just get out of your head and trust me to choose someone… espectacular... to sing your lyrics? Huh?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. He pouted. There was something funny about seeing a grown man pouting at you. Especially if he held a facade to everyone, pretending to be the biggest jerk of a boss ever, with no feelings whatsoever. It was interesting, to say the least, to realized he wasn’t like that at all. At least not with me.

I laughed for the first time that morning, pushing my glasses up to my hair.

“Alright.” As the crew entered the room again, ready to try the song just one more time, hoping and praying I would be satisfied this time, I came close to David’s ear to confide at him: “But if Vicky fuck up that note again I’m gonna kill her and then myself and then come back for you.”

David kept his eyes at me while going to the director’s chair to be seated again. He smiled silently when the pianist played the first note one more time and Vicky opened her mouth to sing the words I wrote.

#writing #fictional #short story #free writing #why do i always come back for you two huh #naz & pipa #track ds

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amymel86 · 7 years

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Happy Birthday to Me - part 1/2 - Jon x Sansa

Helllooooooo!! As it's my birthday on Friday I thought I'd do a wee birthday inspired modern fic 😁💕🎉🎁🎈

It's quite embarrassing really, all this attention just for her. Sansa understands why her mum did it - throw her the most extravagant surprise birthday party the borough of Winterfell has ever seen - but it still left her red-faced and a little annoyed when she cautiously slid the blindfold from her face to a chorus of over a hundred people yelling 'surprise'!

Her mother must have been planning this for months and months - maybe even directly after Joffrey had dumped her. Sansa had spent most of last year and the beginning of this one moping about it - she knew that - but her mum's method of trying to get her out of her funk (namely throwing a birthday party so large that they had to hire a marquee) wasn't really working. For the love of lemoncakes - she was only turning 28!

Sansa starts to feel a little guilty though, when she sees the effort that has gone into the details. At the entrance to the marquee was a little display of old photographs of Sansa of all ages - admittedly some of them made her cringe, but the majority induced a bright smile and happy memories. The crisp white linens on the round tables featured displays of yellow roses and purple irises - Sansa's favourites. Pale yellow ribbons snaked up the poles that made up the marquee frame and the guests chairs were the fancy kind - with plush ivory velvet padding and golden backs. There was a long table to the side with all manner of sweet treats displayed on multi tier cake stands next to the pop-up open bar. Her mum had even hired a Mumford & Sons tribute band who were currently doing a sound check in the corner. In truth, it kind of felt more like a wedding reception than a birthday party. Sansa was a little but in awe of it all.

"Bet I don't get this when I turn the big 2 - 8" Arya quipped with a smirk as she seated herself next to her sister.

"Trust me, I never asked for all this" Sansa replied, still gawping at the whole affair.

"Oh I know" Arya smiled. "I think mum's invited the whole of the North here today... even Old Nan's here and I haven't seen her since I was 5 when she used to babysit us"!

Sansa could only nod and take a dainty sip of champagne.

"So have you spoken to him yet"? Arya asked.

"Spoken to who"? She responded with confusion laced across her face.

"Robb's birthday present to you" her sister said with an impish grin. Sansa raised her brow urging her sister to elaborate. "He reckons one of his work mates is perfect for you and he's brought him along today".

Oh great that's just what I need.

"Oh for Gods sake! Why is everyone trying to set me up?.... First Marg and then Jeyne...and now my own brother"! Sansa grabbed her champagne flute and gulped the last of its contents in annoyance.

"Well" Arya started, reaching for the bottle to refill her sister's glass "you know what they say - the best way to get over a man is to get under another one". Sansa shook her head but couldn't help letting out a small chuckle as she clinked her glass with Aryas.

"Besides, what would Robb know about what I look for in a man"? She continued, still clearly agitated.

Arya sighed before answering "I dunno Sans, but perhaps you look for the wrong things anyhow...you can't exactly say that your boyfriends have all been perfect gentlemen".

Sansa glared at her little sister and looked on the verge of launching into a fit of anger. Instead she sighed and knocked back her champagne in two big gulps. "You're bloody annoying when you're right, do you know that"? She said, looking away to scan the other guests.

"Anyway" Arya smirked "Robb says this guy had his heart trampled on by his ex about a year ago-"

"Oh good - so I'M the rebound"? Sansa interrupted.

"Would you let me finish?!...Robb says he's a good guy - treated his girlfriend like she was a Queen" she pauses to take a sip from her glass "and apparently he has a thing for redheads" she finished quickly, giving her sister a sly sideways glance.

Sansa snorted "well maybe Robb should date him then".

After deciding she needed something a little stronger to drink if she's going to be faced with her brother singing the virtues of this unknown man, Sansa decided to excuse herself from her table and headed towards the bar.

She scanned the scene before her whilst waiting for her rum and coke when her eyes snagged on an odd sight. A fully grown man sat at the children's table.

He was well dressed in a black tailored suit, had dark hair long enough to tie back into a man bun and sported a healthy amount of sexy stubble - in short, he made Sansa's mouth water. She didn't even know who half the kids on the table were but he was seated between a little girl of about 6 and a smaller boy of about 4.

Each child had been given a bag of goodies to keep them entertained and Mr Man-Bun was currently flitting between the two children to his left and right with a green crayon in hand to help them with their colouring.

"Who is that"? Sansa whispered to Beth Cassel who had just come up beside her at the bar.

Beth followed Sansa's line of vision to the kiddy table. "I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he came with your brother and Talisa".

Oh! Good work Robb!

"Bloody gorgeous isn't he"? Myranda chirped as she joined them at the bar, leaning her back against it to watch Mr Man-Bun duck his head to allow the little boy to put a pointy party hat on him as he beamed a 100 watt smile. "He'd definitely get it" Myranda nodded to herself.

Sansa glanced at her two friends and then to a few more women who had also noticed the handsome stranger. She could practically hear all the ovaries in the room whimper out a collective sigh.

Back off ladies. I've got a birthday present to unwrap, Sansa thought with a smirk as she stalked towards the kiddy table.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonxsansaff #jonsa fan fiction #jonsa fic #jonsa fanfic #jonsaff #jon x sansa fanfiction #birthday #Jon snow #Sansa stark #Happy Birthday to Me

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nostalgiaispeace · 7 years

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379.

do you like getting hickeys? no. they’re trashy imo.

oral, do you like oral? -

if you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? Lana Del Rey

plan on getting drunk or high tonight? Nope.

do you have any best friends that you only know online? Nope.

is it okay for people to cheat if it’s only online? NO. wtf

are you interested in anime? Nope.

do you have a favorite youtuber or do you not watch much youtube? yeah. Shane Dawson; Raw Alignment.

have you ever given a tattoo before and would you like to? i’ve never given one but i would TOTALLY give someone one lol.

have you ever made out in a hot tub? no

ever peed in your pants after the age of 10? yeah

what was the name of the last video game you played? Tetris.

what is your favorite elvis song? -

what is the last tattoo you got? ram skull

what would you say is your guiltiest pleasure? not sure.

do you let your pets on your furniture? yes

do you enjoy your job? if unemployed, are you content being so? no

what is something you have given a lot of thought to lately? music.

what is your favorite christmas movie? Elf.

what do you think of your best friend’s ex? can’t remember them.

are you biracial? no

be honest, does the person you like actually deserve you? or are they actually not worthy of your affections? i think so.

would you ever wear black lipstick? do you know anyone who does? probably not; no

if you wear eye shadow, do you put on a dark color or a light? and if you wear mascara, what color is it? dark; black

what was the last alcoholic beverage you consumed? Mikes Hard I believe

are you any good with kids? i hope so.

have you seen the last person you kissed without a shirt on? Yes.

do you like watching jerry springer? no

have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend? no

have you ever unbuttoned your ex’s pants? can’t remember.

have you ever deleted your facebook, then brought it back? yeah

have you ever kissed someone who smokes weed? Yes.

what’s your favorite brand of peanut butter? Jif

do you have a thing for shy/awkward hot guys? sure? i don’t know.

what’s your favorite lunchables meal? pizza.

have you ever eaten at golden corral? Yes.

do you ever decide to just dance crazy to a favorite song? yerp

have you ever watched fireworks with someone you loved? Yes.

are you good at memorizing phone numbers? probably would be.

do you like men who have a sensitive side? Yes.

have you ever used glitter as one of your makeup items? yeah

do you keep a memo book/agenda? no

is there a song in a different language that you can sing? no

what was the most expensive thing someone bought you? not sure.

how do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts? do your thing.

is there anyone on your facebook friends list that you dislike? why do you dislike them? yes; post too much

have you ever tasted baby food? how about pet food? no; no

have you ever thought about what you might call your children? or, if you already have children, what are their names? yeah

where is the person you would most like to see, or most like to be with? he’s at work.

find 5 people on your facebook friends list, whose name begins with K. who are these people, and how did you meet them? -

is there a person that you can go to in sweats, and still feel comfy? yeah

do you think the last person you kissed is nice? yes

how many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 2

how far away is the last person you kissed? not too far.

have you ever had a teacher that was like a second mom to you? No.

have you ever been in a school talent show? what for? no

was the last book you read for fun, or was it for some type of assignment? Career of Evil by Jo Rowling; i read it for fun

would you prefer to go out on a fancy date or just chill in his house? chill

do you enjoy long car rides? no

do you ever wish you could live on a farm? no

do you know how to play poker? no

have you ever had an ear infection? probably

what color is your favorite bra? i don’t like bras

what was the name of your first boyfriend? Kyle.

have you ever dated someone more than three years older than you? yes

have you ever dated someone a year younger than you? no

have you ever dated someone of another race? no

do you enjoy eating veggies? no

are you attracted to the last person you exchanged numbers with? naw

what do you think of country music? ew

do you think pigs are cute or ugly? they’re cute.

did any of your friends lose their virginity before they were 16? if so, did you feel pressured to do the same? probably; no

what kind of home would you like? doesn’t matter.

did you ever build furniture forts as a child? probably.

what kind of dog is your favorite? corgis <3

have you ever considered dropping acid? no

describe your music style: metal; jazz

are you close to any of your aunts/uncles? no

have you ever had a seizure? No.

do you plan on losing weight any time soon? i’m trying to now

what was your gpa in high school? i can’t remember.

if you have a favorite television show, who’s your favorite character? Supernatural - Dean

what is your favorite book series, if you have one? Harry Potter

have you ever had a parasite before? no

do you enjoy listening to older music? yes

have you been to disney world before? no

have you ever met someone who was really racist before? probably.

if you could be a disney character for a day, who would you be? Simba

would you ever want to swim with sharks? maybe.

what was the last thing that made you laugh? my psychiatrist.

ever used a bow and arrow? i feel like i have

occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? singer

tea or coffee? Coffee.

opinions on sex before marriage? do your thing.

who was the hottest teacher you ever had? none

have you ever walked on a beach at night? Yes.

when was the last time you baked something? did it turn out good? a while ago. nooooo.

do you think some of the stuff we’re taught in school is useless? yes

why do we put the clocks one hour forward or one hour back? because of the way the earth is tilted? no idea.

what song really gets to your heart and inspires you? so many

do you have fireflies around where you live, or do you wish you did? no idea.

what commercial do you wish they kept playing? -

what current commercial is your favorite? -

if you could have played in any movie, what movie would it be? Harry Potter

did you used to do easter egg hunts when you were a child? yeah

what would you rather live by: highway, train tracks or airport? highway.

do you believe that ‘hate’ really is a strong word? naw

if you have facebook, are you guilty of fanning countless things? no?

as a kid, did you love playing on neopets? yeah

do you often get bitten by mosquitoes, or rarely ever? rarely.

what’s your opinion on plastic surgery? ever thought about getting it? do your thing; i would if i could.

do you own any feathers? no

do you have a skype? yeah

the last person you had a thing with comes up to you and says “i’m sorry”? he already did

where was the last place you had a romantic dinner? no idea.

do you get mad when your current bf/gf talks about an ex? i get annoyed.

do you know anybody who was abused? -

do you start feeling really gross if you don’t shower after one day? yes

do you pee a lot more after you’ve drank a caffeinated beverage? no

waiting for something? yeah

who is your last received call from? no idea. my mom?

how do you pronounce the name Sean when you come across it in text… “shawn” “sheen” or “shane”? Shawn

wouldn’t it be EXTREMELY weird if someone fell in love with you after reading your answers to this survey? ?

who is the next person you’ll hold hands with? Matt

have you ever pole danced before? no

what is something you used to be afraid of, but aren’t anymore? the dark

do you believe your dreams have any real meaning? no

what do you think of guys who ask girls out over via text message or internet? i think it’s lame.

do you drink more apple or orange juice? neither.

do you recall the first time that you learned the truth about sex? ?

do you find extreme body builders’ bodies to be attractive? no

does it bug you when people go ‘mhm’ all the time when you’re talking? Nope.

are your parents religious? no

what is your favorite hostess/little debbie snack? zebra cakes.

do you find it rude when you offer someone something and they decline? no

do you think benedict cumberbatch is hot? no

favorite disney princess? -

does your sibling have a significant other? idk

do you have any american girl dolls in your house? no

have you ever gotten in trouble at school for wearing revealing clothes? no

are you borrowing books from anybody at the moment? no

have your parents ever questioned your virginity? no

roleplaying is super lame, agreed? no

how’re you feeling right now? tired

does/did either of your parents serve in the military? yes

is there anybody you’re not ashamed to tell anything to? yes

are you prone to illness? yes

are you on birth control? Yes.

how bad are heartbreaks? no idea.

has a song ever given you an orgasm? alwayssss

have you ever made out in your room? last time? yes; last time i fucked.

if the last person that you kissed said they wanted to marry you, what would you say? he said that and i said yes

do you like your eyes? yes

are you attracted to the last person that you fell in love with? yes

do you have a big butt? -

would you be a good salesperson? lol no

do you like hot sauce? if yes, what do you usually put it on? no

can you do the ‘emo hair flip’? no?

do you know anyone that has dimples? probably

would you ever make out in front of your best friend? no

anything physically wrong right now? cramps

ever had sex under water? no

the last person you kissed on the lips said that you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? yes

you’re having twins. what’s your first reaction? i’d be scared but happy

did your first love love you back? Yes.

do you have scars on your wrists? -

do you like fedoras? ?

have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? no

is there a band you like with amazing music but a bad vocalist? probably.

is there a band/artist who has strange lyrics but you love them anyway? yes

does your optimism sometimes hurt you? dunno

have you ever painted a piece of furniture? probably?

do you believe the fortunes in fortune cookies? no

what do you prefer more: waffles or pancakes? pancakes

did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? yeah

got plans after you finish this? sure

did you ever dream that you had a baby? yeah

have you ever been in a beauty pageant? Nope.

did you sleep alone? no

does your best friend approve of the last person you kissed? Sami - no ; Jordan - doesn’t care.

where is the last person you kissed at this moment? work

describe your dream girl/guy? Matthew

been arrested? for what? no

tell us the story of your first kiss? no

do you sleep with stuffed animals? yes

how many stuffed animals do you think you have? i have tons but i sleep with one

favorite character from finding nemo? -

how long does it typically take you to get over people? dunno

are you stressed out? always

so tell me one interesting thing about yourself. i can scream.

do you own a trenchcoat? Nope.

have you ever owned a tire swing? no

do you have a nervous twitch? No.

are you currently listening to music? no

is it easy to get a job where you live? Yes.

is your signature legible? probably

was the last time you cried because you were angry? no

is there an animal that scares you? yes

are you any good at video games? nooooo

has a jehovah’s witness ever showed up on your doorstep? naw

do you have a step parent? nope

#me #survey

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bodega-daydream · 6 years

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October 4, 2018

I started working an office job that was set up kind of like a classroom. We each had our own little student desks and I kept showing up late by a couple of minutes and missing the company meetings in the morning. They kept shuffling around the desks until I was finally placed next to the bathroom in the back. At one point though they placed me next to Kate McKinnon which would have been cool. From my near toilet seat I had a lot more fun and gossiped more. I overheard my boss say that McNulty had brought my stuffed animal to work with him everyday and was trying to sell it. The boss wanted to tell him about the pros and cons of selling that stuff animal to him. Then we were talking about how these two people has been in the bathroom all morning and hadn't moved or Shuffle their feet at all. I felt that we should check on them because what if they're dead but then one of them came out and it was all okay. For this job I had to wear clothes that were business casual on the fancy side. At my desk we also talked about how if you want to go poop you have to go to a different floor to not be overheard. Anyway I heard that on the landing between the two staircases overlooking the lobby there was a pop-up chef who was serving like pork wrapped in something I don't know it looked amazing though. The whole idea of the pop-up was that the original Chef had died and someone new and improved and replaced him. Except they had someone lay on the ground behind the stand dressed as the Dead which was kind of funny but also in the way of the stairs because it was not a large Landing. I was wearing big heels and it took me awhile to get down the stairs but I saw Liam, Nicole, and someone else inline 4 the pop up chef. The guy in front of me on the stairs was taking his sweet time and then stopped to talk to somebody so I was stuck behind him but then I started talking to him and we walked down to the pop up together. Pretended not to see the others there until Liam called my name. He had a shopping cart that had only a few things in it, including 3 medium jar Yankee Candles. I was trying to smell the candles and they kept rolling all around the cart and I was surprised that the glass didn't shatter. They were really weird names that were also questions. I didn't really smell like anything. And I went up to my desk and the guy had come out of the bathroom finally and he seemed fine and no one questioned him. Then I think I saw I was at home and I saw on Instagram stories or something that a bunch of people were at Brooklyn Bowl so I decided to go and meet them there. I don't know I told them that I was going to show up because they were also nearly finished bowling by the time I did at like 4 a.m. it was a bunch of people from high school notably including Dennis dun. Pretty much ignored me while sitting next to me as usual. But I was very aware that Logan and his friends were also bowling nearby and I wasn't sure if he saw me or not or if I was trying to let him see me and just ignore him. But at the end of it I got a mighty ducks jacket that I'm a little obsessed with. Emily was also at the bowling and we awkwardly watch these two girls try to get to know each other despite the fact they were going to be traveling across Asia together. One girl wouldn't look or face the other I was talking and Emily was just like do we know either these people? And then we decided to go. Staircase was crowded on the way down and I was looking up directions on how to get home and it was a straight walk. Though I got to the end of the block and I just needed to take a picture of the building with a mural and the sky behind. Occasionally there would be lightning strikes as well because why not I guess. But then this guy from fit Justin that I used to think was is cute showed up and try to step in front of me to take pictures of his own. I was not having it so I stepped inside and he couldn't get his camera to work anyway. then fireworks started appearing behind the building and I was trying to set up to do a time-lapse. I think I successfully started recording even though it would have been the worst video but then dancer started pouring out of the building for like some Indian Dance Festival at 4:30 in the morning. It was really cool but then after a bit I was like alright I'm going home. I forgot that how I got to that office job, because it started with me exploring my neighborhood and I'm finding this lady to teach me cake decorating lessons in that same building. So when Liam asked me why I was there it was because I was learning to decorate cake. but the cake decorating itself was weird because we were decorating a slice and we were putting this weird foamy cream on to it and then it was like too much it was also vanilla and strawberry layers weird I don't know. The teacher was a YouTuber that I watch. Then I was working in a hospital. I was at similar desks to my other job, but now I shared a phone. This one lady who had worked there for a long time was obsessed with yellowing the phones so they looked like the phones she was used to. She was telling me about the free pizza downstairs so I went down and got the last plain slice. Was still in heels at this point. I was explaining to someone how you never see them eat it with two slices cheese side together. Like duh anyway. But then I had to go upstairs through the hospital. I passed by some patients that I recall seeing in the ER before. One of them was this teenager. he was his tall skinny black kid and a green sweater and did not look okay. He was clutching his stomach and as I was walking by he shouted can somebody please get help I'm going to throw up. I kind of rushed away so as not to deal with that. And I was in bathroom / lab room. Someone and clogged not the toilet but the sink. It was disgusting but Dana Scully how come into the bathroom and I was now watching the scene. She was using a spoon or something to clear the poop out of the sink like it was just another day of this happening again. A nurse came in and told her about the boy that had come back worse than he had been before. She put a large machine to I guess view test results and what not on the Shelf. They were discussing the case privately because I thought it was misdiagnosed. Then I guess I was Scully and also wasn't wearing pants and the door to the bathroom opened and some man walked in and we're like excuse me this is occupied and he was like oh no it's okay I'm just going to continue what I'm doing and take a bunch of egg cartons off the shelf. And I was livid. I was like no you need to get the fuck out of here. and he wouldn't do it and he was being a smug ass bitch. I think I was trying to spit in his face but didn't have the power to launch any spit that I had. This made him laugh harder and then I finally got a single drop on to his coat and told him that I was going to practice and if he ever did that again that I was going to spit right and do its face. this of course just made him laugh and so I dug my nails into his arms and shoved him out of the room yelling that I was ex-military and to not mess with me and that's how he finally left. While we were near the hallway we ran into a nurse that was like someone had left these test results in an old machine and we were like gasp we have to look at them right now so we did and they turned out to be the results for that one boy. He had like a brain lump or something I don't know even in my dream I didn't know what it was haha but we realized that he was on the wrong medication and was about to die. So we all ran down the hallway to where he was staying and knocked over his bed unplugged whatever was giving him medicine. Is very dramatic but we saved him just in time and he started breathing again, meanwhile his family was just watching from the sidelines and not doing anything to stop these crazy people from pushing over there dying son. But yeah we saved him.

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oswednesday · 6 years

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first dream i was like in a college dorm and i had let someone into my dorm i think my roomate and the door was knocked on again and my dream was kinda like dont awnser that but i did and then like three men in black types of dude styles came in with guns with silencers on them and shot and killed my roommate and left and one dude pretended to shoot me not wanting to kill me for having witnessed so i pretended to be dead then two like school maid service or w/e came in and rearranged the rooms completely for two different majors and lugged my body up on a stretcher and now im like out of body watching them cart my body into this back room where pyramid head was a doctor and a Sexy bobble head nurse was assisting him, they had my body in one of those like torture/bdsm metal crusifixy starfish wall fixed handcuffs where they were opperating on my body like on the wall and the nurse walked out and i like mugged her for her clothes and skin and walked back in as her and made suggestions as pyramid head was working and then when my body was done i re-entered it and it was like i was a child again and was like ha, youre my dad now because you remade me and it was like yeah okay that seems legit so i was going to a grade school with a bunch of people through my life but all as children obvi and i was Doing the stuff and my new dad showed up to stuff as a shallowed face doctor and he had like a kladeascope of meat shades all over him as this but i was under the impression only i could see it

then i dreamt i lived in this really big house with my mom and my brothers and it was snowing So bad out but my mom and my brothers were traveling and i was getting left behind to Watch The House and in the dream we had direct tv and i was like making a post like awr hell yeah we got direct tv and i was using the radio stations to play classical music and flip through a magazine on a nice sofa and the cats started to fight (they might have been in the waking world since i woke up with two of them on my bed) and i got another like Dont Awnser The Door vibe tho there wasnt like any knocking i turned the radio station down and Craned to listen and was like getting nervous so i turned the tv to the discovery channel and there was something about dragons on

my last dream was less defined and involved some kind of detective thing like i was on a csi sort of team but it also felt like a Family outting like at some parts it was my work partners and other points it was like my dad and one of his ex girlfriends and i had ordered a coffee and a cheese cake and i was half done with my cheese cake and my coffee was almost all gone and i asked for more cake and a coffee refill and the cake got taken away with my coffee and my coffee came back full but my cake didnt come back and i was like i wanted to eat that and another peice and the waitstaff lady brought back another peice only instead of the fancy peice of cheesecake it was a moist looking marshmellow rabbit i was watching unfold like one of those people put on top of liqiuds in nice cafes or asmrs and i woke up as i was starting to eat it

#dream journal

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againjack · 7 years

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Extremes

Friday evening I arrived a few minutes earlier than Colby suggested. As expected, he showed up 40 minutes late (50 after I arrived.) I had taken care of his dog and spent time doing things around the house (taking out trash,emptying dishwasher, folding laundry, etc.) He wanted to go out to dinner before the Cirque show, but, based on his being late the places he wanted to go wouldn’t be quick enough, so we ended up at Steak and Shake. I’m ok with this, at least we got to eat before the show. That and it was a nice break from all the fancy places we’ve been to and a chance for him to see me in that environment.

The show was amazing. We both loved it. He was very appreciative and couldn’t stop telling me thank you and how he loved the show, going with me, and that I planned/paid for it. I am not sure how I feel about all that.

When walking to the tent we had some interesting conversations. One was my telling him what I’ve spent on all these things and how my credit cards are maxed out (partially due to shifting funds to pay off the car) and how it will be a while before I do something big or like this again. The other was a random comment that I joked I can be classy, to which he responded to that he knew me well enough to know it was just a front. That really hurt and took me aback. I am glad he feels he knows me, but to not know that I would be hurt by being told I’m not good enough? Really? Who appreciates being told they are trash?

That evening while cuddling in bed he randomly said, “You are so amazing.” I thanked him and told him that it was nice because it helped soften the “not classy” comment earlier. Apparently he was being sarcastic or something? He said he didn’t really mean it, but there was no way to tell. The tone he used when telling me I was amazing was truly full of awe and love. He sounded surprised and that he was just realizing how lucky he was to be with me.

Saturday morning I made breakfast, which he enjoyed. We then split ways to run our various errands and stuff. I ended up napping because still fighting headache and low grade nausea. We were going to meet back up to go do game night with his friends. Again, I beat him back to his place and took care of the dog. I am very grateful to have access to the hidey key so I can come and go as needed rather than waiting on him. He realized when he got home he forgot to pick up the dog’s pain pills. The vet closed at noon, the pharmacy closed at 5, and it was now 6. He was very angry with himself and asked to be left alone in his office, so I studied my Hebrew and prepped for my final mikveh training class. I was worried, but, knew it was best to just let him be.

He eventually said we wouldn’t be going to game night, but instead would be spending the evening at the emergency vet. We walked the dog and I tried to console him, which upset him more so I just shut up.

I had an idea, that since he told me he doesn’t want to do anything physical when I’m on my period, that maybe since I was bleeding there would be no expectations so we could talk about things. He said not only did he not want to talk about it, it was too stressful over all. The impression he gave me was that he is 100% fine with how things are and doesn’t want it to change. (How he reconciles that with wanting kids and KNOWING that we both feel sex is important to a relationship I don’t know.) He has a bad habit of repeating himself, even after I stop, which makes it feel as if he is over reacting or that what I say or do is just THAT bad. Not a good feeling. In addition to his having a cow over wanting to chat about sex, he then snapped at me, “Just let me get through killing my dog.”

He is really hurting over that. He doesn’t like anything about euthanizing or any euphamism or how it is better than letting the dog be in pain. He said it is murdering his dog and he just can’t bring himself to kill him. (He will, this week, but doing so is really hurting him on multiple levels.)

I get he is stressed. I get he is emotional. I was trying to add levity and a distraction in a safe space/manner. I want to give him a pass for those things, but that snap REALLY hurt. I felt my eyes well. I did my best to hide from him my reaction, because I didn’t want him to feel worse and maybe turn it back on me.

Then he put the dog in his car. I asked him to give me a minute to grab my purse. He said he didn’t want me to come with him. That hurt a lot too. But fine, that is what you want, I won’t go.

I hadn’t eaten since breakfast so I told him that and asked him if I should wait for him or eat. He didn’t answer me (that I heard. He said later that he did tell me to eat without him.) I wasn’t sure how long he would be, and from the sound of it, it would be hours. So I ate some food I had made and brought for him so that he wasn’t finding himself late, with no food, making poor and unhealthy choices. And I started cleaning/seasoning his new cast iron skillets and oiling his wooden spoons (that soooo needed it.) The entire time the hurt got worse, so I decided to do something.

You know the saying of killing someone with kindness when they are mean to you? I decided to be the best possible girlfriend. I knew that he had to be out early for Sunday school, and it would be early enough that I may not have a chance to make breakfast for him and I wanted to ensure he had food. Especially since breakfast food is his favorite. So I went around the corner to Panera to get several pastries. He’s got a hard few days ahead, I can spoil him a little bit to help get through it. I then went to the grocery store to get ice cream as comfort food for me that night. And again, being the good girlfriend, I had noted things he needed so I picked up a treat for him and stuff he needed.

Turns out he wasn’t gone long. He let me know he was on his way back, I let him know I was out so he wasn’t surprised when I wasn’t there. He then said he wanted to go to game night. And of course he made it a guilt trip that he “wanted to spend time with his friends and cake for his birthday.” *glare* Way to make things worse, buddy. I was NOT happy. Even when I came back and told him what I got and how I needed comfort food and retail therapy (that I channeled into the food) he didn’t ask me why or what for. I did NOT want to go. I was afraid that I would say something that would sting or be more than he wanted anyone to know. Again, I found myself tearing up as we drove to his friend’s house.

We got there and when I was asked what I wanted to drink, I gave a look that the guy asking totally understood and he poured me a scotch. Never mind I don’t enjoy bourbon/whiskey/scotch but I drank it. No, I did not enjoy it at all. Then after eating cake and starting gaming I asked the host what was available that wasn’t wine, beer, or scotch. He had spiced rum that we mixed with coconut water. Not my normal thing but it was what I needed. The group loved the games I brought and we played #HashtagIt which was hilarious and awesome. (It’s basically Cards Against Humanity but with pictures (black cards) and hashtags (white cards.)) At some point I poured myself another glass, a bit stiffer by accident.

Once we decided the game was over I made my way to the bathroom, where I ended up spending the next several hours. After doing my business I realized I was not well and hung out leaning against the sink. Someone noticed at some point I was gone and the hostess came to check on me - which was when I threw up. I was so embarrassed and so worried that it would be the last straw for Colby, since he had so much on his proverbial plate. The hostess told Colby to go home without me and she did an awesome job helping to take care of me. Which really wasn’t much other than get me a towel that I used alternately as a pillow and blanket as I slept on the floor. As far as I know, I only puked twice. I was horrified it was into the sink, so I did what I could to clean it up which wasn’t much. It was about then that I laid back down and fell asleep. Apparently in my sleep I did a deep clean of the entire bathroom according to the hostess.

I noticed when I got up at one point that the sink was clean, I felt so bad that someone else cleaned that up. I managed to stand and walk by 4:30am and found that there was a pillow and blankets on the couch waiting for me, as well as another person was sleeping on the other arm of the couch. (It is a big sectional in the shape of an L.) I texted Colby an apology and plugged my phone in to charge. I didn’t sleep well and kept waking up, but every little bit helped. At some point the kids and hostess got up, as well as the other person, so I got up too. We got details from the hostess as to what we missed (not much) and I folded up the blankets. The other person gave me a ride back to Colby’s. When driving into his neighborhood we past Colby on his way to Sunday school. I’m not sure he realized it was us.

I was still worried, even though both the hostess and the guy who gave me a ride said that Colby and I were ”solid.” Colby did text me after Sunday school that there was no need to apologize and it wasn’t about anything he needed or not. (My apology was that he didn’t need my not holding my liquor in addition to his other stressors.) I’m not sure on the tone of the text so I’m still not sure where things stand.

This afternoon Colby’s ex is going to his place to say goodbye to the dog, since he was hers before she and Colby got together. I hope to avoid her.

We’ll see how tonight goes. I’m a ball of anxiety.

#dating Colby #oh shit #wtf #amazing

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The Happy Home

One important result of the brush [with the pirates] on the lagoon was that it made the redskins their friends. Peter had saved Tiger Lily from a dreadful fate, and now there was nothing she and her braves would not do for him. All night they sat above, keeping watch over the home under the ground and awaiting the big attack by the pirates which obviously could not be much longer delayed. Even by day they hung about, smoking the pipe of peace, and looking almost as if they wanted tit-bits to eat.

They called Peter the Great White Father, prostrating themselves [lying down] before him; and he liked this tremendously, so that it was not really good for him.

"The great white father," he would say to them in a very lordly manner, as they grovelled at his feet, "is glad to see the Piccaninny warriors protecting his wigwam from the pirates."

"Me Tiger Lily," that lovely creature would reply. "Peter Pan save me, me his velly nice friend. Me no let pirates hurt him."

She was far too pretty to cringe in this way, but Peter thought it his due, and he would answer condescendingly, "It is good. Peter Pan has spoken."

Always when he said, "Peter Pan has spoken," it meant that they must now shut up, and they accepted it humbly in that spirit; but they were by no means so respectful to the other boys, whom they looked upon as just ordinary braves. They said "How-do?" to them, and things like that; and what annoyed the boys was that Peter seemed to think this all right.

Secretly Wendy sympathised with them a little, but she was far too loyal a housewife to listen to any complaints against father. "Father knows best," she always said, whatever her private opinion must be. Her private opinion was that the redskins should not call her a squaw.

We have now reached the evening that was to be known among them as the Night of Nights, because of its adventures and their upshot. The day, as if quietly gathering its forces, had been almost uneventful, and now the redskins in their blankets were at their posts above, while, below, the children were having their evening meal; all except Peter, who had gone out to get the time. The way you got the time on the island was to find the crocodile, and then stay near him till the clock struck.

The meal happened to be a make-believe tea, and they sat around the board, guzzling in their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy said, was positively deafening. To be sure, she did not mind noise, but she simply would not have them grabbing things, and then excusing themselves by saying that Tootles had pushed their elbow. There was a fixed rule that they must never hit back at meals, but should refer the matter of dispute to Wendy by raising the right arm politely and saying, "I complain of so-and-so;" but what usually happened was that they forgot to do this or did it too much.

"Silence," cried Wendy when for the twentieth time she had told them that they were not all to speak at once. "Is your mug empty, Slightly darling?"

"Not quite empty, mummy," Slightly said, after looking into an imaginary mug.

"He hasn't even begun to drink his milk," Nibs interposed.

This was telling, and Slightly seized his chance.

"I complain of Nibs," he cried promptly.

John, however, had held up his hand first.

"Well, John?"

"May I sit in Peter's chair, as he is not here?"

"Sit in father's chair, John!" Wendy was scandalised. "Certainly not."

"He is not really our father," John answered. "He didn't even know how a father does till I showed him."

This was grumbling. "We complain of John," cried the twins.

Tootles held up his hand. He was so much the humblest of them, indeed he was the only humble one, that Wendy was specially gentle with him.

"I don't suppose," Tootles said diffidently [bashfully or timidly], "that I could be father.

"No, Tootles."

Once Tootles began, which was not very often, he had a silly way of going on.

"As I can't be father," he said heavily, "I don't suppose, Michael, you would let me be baby?"

"No, I won't," Michael rapped out. He was already in his basket.

"As I can't be baby," Tootles said, getting heavier and heavier and heavier, "do you think I could be a twin?"

"No, indeed," replied the twins; "it's awfully difficult to be a twin."

"As I can't be anything important," said Tootles, "would any of you like to see me do a trick?"

"No," they all replied.

Then at last he stopped. "I hadn't really any hope," he said.

The hateful telling broke out again.

"Slightly is coughing on the table."

"The twins began with cheese-cakes."

"Curly is taking both butter and honey."

"Nibs is speaking with his mouth full."

"I complain of the twins."

"I complain of Curly."

"I complain of Nibs."

"Oh dear, oh dear," cried Wendy, "I'm sure I sometimes think that spinsters are to be envied."

She told them to clear away, and sat down to her work-basket, a heavy load of stockings and every knee with a hole in it as usual.

"Wendy," remonstrated [scolded] Michael, "I'm too big for a cradle."

"I must have somebody in a cradle," she said almost tartly, "and you are the littlest. A cradle is such a nice homely thing to have about a house."

While she sewed they played around her; such a group of happy faces and dancing limbs lit up by that romantic fire. It had become a very familiar scene, this, in the home under the ground, but we are looking on it for the last time.

There was a step above, and Wendy, you may be sure, was the first to recognize it.

"Children, I hear your father's step. He likes you to meet him at the door."

Above, the redskins crouched before Peter.

"Watch well, braves. I have spoken."

And then, as so often before, the gay children dragged him from his tree. As so often before, but never again.

He had brought nuts for the boys as well as the correct time for Wendy.

"Peter, you just spoil them, you know," Wendy simpered [exaggerated a smile].

"Ah, old lady," said Peter, hanging up his gun.

"It was me told him mothers are called old lady," Michael whispered to Curly.

"I complain of Michael," said Curly instantly.

The first twin came to Peter. "Father, we want to dance."

"Dance away, my little man," said Peter, who was in high good humour.

"But we want you to dance."

Peter was really the best dancer among them, but he pretended to be scandalised.

"Me! My old bones would rattle!"

"And mummy too."

"What," cried Wendy, "the mother of such an armful, dance!"

"But on a Saturday night," Slightly insinuated.

It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday night, and then they did it.

"Of course it is Saturday night, Peter," Wendy said, relenting.

"People of our figure, Wendy!"

"But it is only among our own progeny [children]."

"True, true."

So they were told they could dance, but they must put on their nighties first.

"Ah, old lady," Peter said aside to Wendy, warming himself by the fire and looking down at her as she sat turning a heel, "there is nothing more pleasant of an evening for you and me when the day's toil is over than to rest by the fire with the little ones near by."

"It is sweet, Peter, isn't it?" Wendy said, frightfully gratified. "Peter, I think Curly has your nose."

"Michael takes after you."

She went to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Dear Peter," she said, "with such a large family, of course, I have now passed my best, but you don't want to [ex]change me, do you?"

"No, Wendy."

Certainly he did not want a change, but he looked at her uncomfortably, blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

"Peter, what is it?"

"I was just thinking," he said, a little scared. "It is only make-believe, isn't it, that I am their father?"

"Oh yes," Wendy said primly [formally and properly].

"You see," he continued apologetically, "it would make me seem so old to be their real father."

"But they are ours, Peter, yours and mine."

"But not really, Wendy?" he asked anxiously.

"Not if you don't wish it," she replied; and she distinctly heard his sigh of relief. "Peter," she asked, trying to speak firmly, "what are your exact feelings to [about] me?"

"Those of a devoted son, Wendy."

"I thought so," she said, and went and sat by herself at the extreme end of the room.

"You are so queer," he said, frankly puzzled, "and Tiger Lily is just the same. There is something she wants to be to me, but she says it is not my mother."

"No, indeed, it is not," Wendy replied with frightful emphasis. Now we know why she was prejudiced against the redskins.

"Then what is it?"

"It isn't for a lady to tell."

"Oh, very well," Peter said, a little nettled. "Perhaps Tinker Bell will tell me."

"Oh yes, Tinker Bell will tell you," Wendy retorted scornfully. "She is an abandoned little creature."

Here Tink, who was in her bedroom, eavesdropping, squeaked out something impudent.

"She says she glories in being abandoned," Peter interpreted.

He had a sudden idea. "Perhaps Tink wants to be my mother?"

"You silly ass!" cried Tinker Bell in a passion.

She had said it so often that Wendy needed no translation.

"I almost agree with her," Wendy snapped. Fancy Wendy snapping! But she had been much tried, and she little knew what was to happen before the night was out. If she had known she would not have snapped.

None of them knew. Perhaps it was best not to know. Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour; and as it was to be their last hour on the island, let us rejoice that there were sixty glad minutes in it. They sang and danced in their night- gowns. Such a deliciously creepy song it was, in which they pretended to be frightened at their own shadows, little witting that so soon shadows would close in upon them, from whom they would shrink in real fear. So uproariously gay was the dance, and how they buffeted each other on the bed and out of it! It was a pillow fight rather than a dance, and when it was finished, the pillows insisted on one bout more, like partners who know that they may never meet again. The stories they told, before it was time for Wendy's good-night story! Even Slightly tried to tell a story that night, but the beginning was so fearfully dull that it appalled not only the others but himself, and he said happily:

"Yes, it is a dull beginning. I say, let us pretend that it is the end."

And then at last they all got into bed for Wendy's story, the story they loved best, the story Peter hated. Usually when she began to tell this story he left the room or put his hands over his ears; and possibly if he had done either of those things this time they might all still be on the island. But to-night he remained on his stool; and we shall see what happened.

#PeterPan

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