#me last three years because hm yes i am a clown so???
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ADULT TRIO + KNIFE PLAY
anon asks:
tw. knife play.
lordie!! knife play is one of my fav kinks to read about, it makes me go whoosh in the tummy. oof, these headcanons are my view of them, please don’t take them seriously 💀 also, word of warning, i’m not that good at writing and describing knife play! it’s a fav to read but a pain to write hehe. i definitely got more confident towards the end, 🙂.
♰ Chrollo Luclifer
i think chrollo would definitely be the most tamest when it comes to knife play, only because he doesn’t want to mark up your pretty skin with thin scars
he wouldn’t use it as a form of punishment because he tends to go all out with his punishments, and there’s no telling if he would be to control himself when in that mindset
but, i think if you do ask him to go a bit harder with the knife, he would. he respects your wishes and places your want above anything else, so there’s that.
he’ll be sweet about it, but with an underlying hint of sadism, because this is chrollo we’re talking about. he steals and kills to get what he want!!
but,,, i do think he might go against his rule of not using it as a form of punishment when you’ve really made him angry.
he won’t slash and dice at you, lololol. but he would press the knife deeper against your skin, idk tbh!!
#///:!!! +
“So pretty, baby.” Chrollo’s gray eyes had their usual warmth, watching with a small cruel twinged smile as your body reacted to the fresh, long, thin line of cut skin. The warm blood pressed against the open wound and fell down like a curtain, quickly reaching your left breast and coating it the skin.
The pain didn’t register, only tendrils of pleasure warping around your body, causing a short shudder. Warmth filled your body, and the need to be cut at again had you begging for more. “Kur, more, I need more!”
“As you wish,” And, thus started a chain of thin cuts along the top of your breasts. Each cut causing a different pleasurable sound to escape you, and each sound turning Chrollo on even more than before.
Your hands were gripping the sheets, your eyes closed shut to conceal the watering, and your jaw slacken. It were simple cuts you were receiving, small thin cuts, yet it was enough to dampen your panties. The ache between your legs became more dominant, and you tried to close your legs only to remember who were between them.
Chrollo noticed the action, grinning with sudden mischief. He began to softly drag the knife against your skin, between your breasts, down your stomach and only inches above your lacy, red silky panties. Your hips jerked upwards softly, in a silent ask to get a move on.
“Kur, come on!”
“Are you going to ask nicely?”
“Please,”
He only hummed, one hand gripping your thigh and spreading them. You only watch in anticipation as the knife is brought closer to your soft flesh, mouth watering at the thought of feeling the pinch of pain and pleasure on your sensitive thighs.
You’re not left disappointed, as the knife softly traces against your skin. The cool metal sending shivers through you, the blade softly rubbing against your skin. The slightest bit of pressure was added, breaking the skin and sending blood spilling down.
You reacted with a soft moan, eyes trained on the knife and blood. The knife moved with the same amount of pressure along your thigh, unlike last time, he doesn’t stop with a single thin cut, he continued on with the knife. Only lifting it a tiny bit before reconnecting it.
Your head had fell back then, soft whimpers leaving your throat at the continued pain in your thigh.
“Hm, pretty.” Chrollo hummed, you look up then, noticing the mirth and excitement in his eyes. “You are mine, forever, now. You know that right?”
You only nod in agreement, not registering the kanji characters that spelled out Kuroro Lucilfer. “You are mine too, right?”
The knife cuts through the skin, presenting your wet and dripping cunt to him. He pressed the flat side of the knife against your cunt lips, trailing down snd collecting your wetness on the blade. “Right,” he answered back, looking into your eyes as he placed the wet knife in his mouth, licking your arousal from it with a hum.
He chunked the knife away then, it landed perfectly in the wall, but you ignored it in favor of diving your hands into his black hair. Sharply moaning when his eagerly leaned forward and attacked your aching cunt.
It was then you actually took note of his name against your thigh.
🃏 Hisoka Morow
honestly, this clown will definitely be the most sadistic one of the three. now, now, here me out! not only does he like that you let him fight you, sex you, but you also let him mark you up?! with a knife, no less?!?!
bloodlust bc he wants to kill? we don’t know her!! all we know is that listing to see your blood running down the valley of your breasts, and ultimately him licking it up.
but,, despite his obvious eagerness to do this act with you. he would be a little worried about your blood loss, bc bitch is not letting up on the deep ass cuts, and it’s not like you’re stopping him.
you’re much as a sadistic as him, so he probably have cuts everywhere as well. but with texture surprise, you both have most of those cuts concealed. this will definitely turn into some type of power olay on who can get the most cuts and the deepest.
hisoka finds pleasure in just about anything, so it isn’t surprise when he decides to fuck you while also cutting you.
like chrollo, his name will be somewhere on your body. and your name on his body, don’t forget that!!
#///:!!! +
You pant lightly, thighs tightening just a bit around Hisoka’s thighs as the knife along your collarbone drags down in a slow and tantalizing pace. It was a deep cut that sent a small abundance of blood spilling down, running along your chest and breasts, and eventually dripping onto Hisoka’s lap. The smirk plastered on Hisoka’s lips was enough for you know to that he was only getting started, but so were you.
“My turn,” You said, a smirk of your own appearing. The bedazzled knife in your hand was cold, the blade glinting beautifully in the light. You twirl the knife a few times before teasingly dragging it against his cheek and jaw, grinning when his smirk slip.
The knife drags pass his throat, and in between his collarbones. Then, you add press and drag the knife down. Blood immediately stains his skin and chases after the knife, collecting and doubling in size.
Hisoka overexaggerates his whimpers, barely concealing his excitement.
You barely had enough time to pull your knife away before gripping your hair, pulling back and exposing your naked upper half. His own knife teasingly smoothing across your expanse of skin, grinning with bloodlust as he makes small cuts along your stomach, watching in sick satisfaction when your hips jerks.
“Ah!” You moan, having nearly forgot that his cock was buried deep within you. The sudden movement pressed his deeper, and sent waves of pleasures through your body, your cuts tingling with the sensation.
With the knife dragging against your waist and hip teasingly, back and forth, not even close to cutting the skin but enough to keep you on edge. Hisoka leaned forward and latched his mouth on your skin, tongue lapping at the blood.
Your moans reverberating around the room as your hips move at a slow pace, as his warm tongue licked along your skin, as the cool knife teasingly drags along your skin.
“M-more, Hisoka!” You urge, hands settling on his shoulders. With a single push, he fell back against the back, the knives forgotten on the floor.
Both hands on his chest, and his hands on your hips, you began to move your hips quicker, chasing an orgasm. Both of your moans created a symphony.
Your own blood dripped onto Hisoka, mixing together with his, and outlining the characters that spelled out your name.
📍Illumi Zoldyck
first and foremost,, illumi would definitely be more than happier to extract his control over you. which is mostly way he’ll be the one to have the most marks, bc, one you a bad bitch and two he not finna extract any type of control over you
you built different. nobody finna manipulate or control you, and that’s just facts. and besides, illumi is fucking sub and if anybody tells me otherwise, you’re wrong❤️. idk idk idk, this man is a sub and i’m not taking constructive criticism.
he might look bad and tough, but that’s all out the window the second he under you!! i’m telling you, this man will be so pliant in your arms it’s crazy. ofc once he actually trusts you enough to be in this situation, duh.
he will definitely have that dumb ass look in his eyes ⚫️.⚫️, and you’re like 👁^➖ “i gotchu babe.” type shit. this don’t make any sense.
idk idk idk i think when he’s comfortable enough, he will definitely start moaning and whimpering when you cut him. but, like, knife play almost never leads to sex. illumi just likes to being cut at by you—!!
he wants you to cut him a bit too deep, but you’re like not too deep because you have no idea what type of relaxes might kick in if you go too deep. one wrong move and you dead, dead as a cockroach 🤪.
#///:!!! +
You were sitting on Illumi’s lap, perfectly clothed, a small twinge of cruelty in your eyes as you twirl the knife in your fingers. Illumi was only half dressed, his pants on, his shirt missing, and his long hair spilling over his shoulders and onto the bed.
“You’re mine, yes?” You ask, twirling the knife even faster before gripping it with a small smack. You stared into his black eyes, not bothered that they were as emotionless as always.
“I am to be your husband.” He answered, a bit robotically. You were working on that, though, safely and healthy undoing years and years of conditioning seemed a bit impossible. Especially for someone like Illumi who held his family’s traditional above anything else.
“Mhm,” You hummed, placing the knife against his neck and smirking when his breath hitched slightly. You trailed the knife down his shoulder blade, along his arm and dragging the smallest hint of blood. Then with a quickness that rival his own, your hand was tangled in his hair, wrapped around your hand and you tugged harshly. The knife back his throat. “You are mine, yes?”
You briefly imagined if this was hard for him to admit, he was use to being able to have his control on others, but you proved to be different, you brought out a different side of him. Had this been anyone else, he would’ve killed them. But you were you, his fiancée, the person he trusted with his life. The only person he will ever allowed this to happen. “I am yours.”
“Good boy,” You praise, kissing his cheeks before letting go of his hair. There was the faintest hint of blush on his cheeks. The knife dragged downwards, skimming over his collarbones and down his chest, smoothed over the rigs in his stomach before back up again. Only this time, with added pressure that caused blood to immediately spill over.
He didn’t show any indication that he was in pain, or pleasure for that matter. You took that as challenge, as you always do. Right underneath his left pectoral, you began to carve your name into his skin. Deep enough to scar over and show, and you relished in the sharp intake of breath from Illumi.
“Is that your name?” He asked, and you looked up to meet his eyes, startling at the sudden fire burning in them. He was looking at you as if you were meal ready to be eaten, the sudden emotion cussing you to pause slightly.
“And, if it is?” You raised a brow, collecting yourself easily and finishing off the last character of your name.
“Then, it is only fair that I carve my name into your skin as well.” Illumi stated, and quickly, the knife was snatched for you hands and your back was meeting the soft bed. You had no time to collect yourself, your pants being tugged off, revealing your lacy panties, and his large hand on your thigh.
“Aht, aht—!” You pressed your foot to his bare chest, eyes burning with similar fire. “Ask me first, Illumi.”
“I shouldn’t have—”
“Illumi, ask me first.” Your tone left no room for arguing.
He blinked once, eyes boring into yours, seemingly trying to assert his dominance. He definitely needed some more work, his lingering controlling nature still present. But, you weren’t going to back down. Kneeling over for a man is not something you do, something your mother always told you not to do.
You raised a brow.
“May I?” He asked, his tone the same flat number it always is. You nod your consent. He goes to bring the knife closer, but you stop him again. “Thank you,”
You smirk then, “you’re welcome, pretty boy.” And you watch as his cheeks turn a small hint of pink, and as the knife began to carve his name into your soft thigh.
📍. 20/13/11.
note — oof, can you tell who my favorite in the adult trio is? i definitely gained more confidence in this towards the end. i’m not fully happy with this, but i’m confident enough to post it??
requests for one shots are closed.
thirst anon, character anon, and regular anon questions are open.
#illumi 📍#hisoka 🃏#chrollo ♰#adult trio#hxh x reader#hxh smut#illumi imagine#illumi zoldyck#chrollo lucilfer#chrollo imagine#hisoka imagine#hisoka morow#hxh scenarios#hxh imagines#not me being a blatant illumi stan#please this is horrible#tw.knife play
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Top five moments you've felt like the universe was messing with you.
Oh boy everyone get ready this is a long list. In descending order, from mildly funny looking back on it to "oh god oh shit oh fuck":
5. Catfishing: College Edition
In 6th grade, I decided to apply to colleges early to see how they were like. I was scared that if they knew I was too young, they'd arrest me. So I created a gmail account as my persona, a white 12th grader named Emilie Alexander. Emilie was planning to go into nursing, dating a high school linebacker named Kyle Kenderson, and deathly allergic to bee stings. If she even came near a bee, she would die.
This part was of the utmost importance.
See, I was constantly paranoid that one day, the jig would be up- I might forget that my fake last name was Alexander. Or the college dean might come knocking at my door and tear up my home in his mad search for Emilie. If that happened I would fake her tragic death, presumably caused by one big fucking bee.
I secretly collected my information. What nearby states were the prettiest to visit. Which colleges were the safest and most affordable. How often they held courses that I liked. In my emails with colleges I tried to sound as mature and professional as possible.
Then, one day, a college member asked me what high school I was in, so they could check my records.
My blood froze.
It was time to bring out the bee.
In response to their question, I sent an email that was like this:
"Dear Mr. McLaughlin, I was a proud graduate of- ugh! Ah! Kyaaaa! Uwaa! W-w-what's this... huge goddamn bee doing here?! Eek, pardon my foul language! It's just that, as I told you earlier, being stung by a bee would kill me.... and now it's stung me thrice (three times)!!
What do I do?! I can't die... I've always wanted to attend your beautiful college...
But this is... the end...
Mr. McLaughlin...
*looks at you sadly*
Tell... my mother... I loved her...
*dies*"
He never responded, probably because he was rendered speechless, but I never touched that account again.
My private gmail for fun stuff like tumblr still has "Alexander" as a surname, though.
4. Wild and Authentic
Alright. Alright. So. My art teacher in middle school.
Right off the bat, they endeared themselves to the tumblr art kids- they proudly used they/them pronouns, dyed their hair vibrant colors, deeply encouraged OC creation, and was chill with any art style even if it was anime. Mx. Mason was very cool, except for one thing.
We had complete artistic freedom when it came to their assignments, EXCEPT FOR ONE THING.
Drumroll, please.
Take a deep breath if you must.
Ready?
...
Cats had to have extremely distinct whisker pores.
YES, they believed that modern depictions of cats were too streamlined. Too... idealized. As a cat owner themselves, they were convinced that society's vision of cats did not do their feral feline ancestors justice. In making their faces flawlessly smooth-furred, we were stripping the cat of its true nature.
I found this out the hard way, when I was drawing warrior cats fanart for class (it was of Firestar cuddled in the arms of an orange haired anime catgirl who was his reincarnation in my first ever comic series, Warriors Neko Desu! ♡ Heart Academy Dokidoki).
Mx. Mason came over to look at my magnum opus, and I expected them to have their socks knocked off at my artistic talent. They lifted up my drawing for all to see, and I smugly leaned back in my seat.
Only for them to launch into a passionate lecture about how, in neglecting to draw whisker pores on cats, I was DENYING THIS FICTIONAL CAT OF ITS WILD AUTHENTIC SELF.
My friends absolutely lost it when I told them this story, and there was a period of time when all our discord nicknames were wild and authentic too.
As for Firestar and his counterpart Hoshineko Orenji-chan, I never did give them wild authentic whisker holes, but that's to be expected of a kittypet, I guess.
3. Stan Jungkook Or Whatever
A couple years ago, my family and I flew to Seoul, South Korea, to visit our relatives and teach me more about my heritage. It was very nice! I got to visit shrines and festivals and palaces, and I was in awe that this was what my ancestors had once seen in their daily lives.
Then, when we went to the modern side of Korea, I realized just how much I didn't fit in.
It was clear that I didn't know how to act, or how to speak Korean, and I spent my days fumbling around and getting scammed multiple times by salesmen. But I clowned myself the most... during an interactive event with kpop stars.
They had this experimental event where holograms of the boys would sing onstage and dance in place of the actual idols. Before the show began, girls could stand in booths that scanned their appearances, and holograms of THEM could dance onstage with the hologram boys.
I didn't know this.
When Cousin Ae-cha told me to step inside one of the machines, I thought I'd be hilarious and stand backwards, so it would scan the back of me instead of my front. As I walked out, I saw other girls putting on their best makeup, cutest clothes, and most expensive accessories, and I slowly realized that I was in danger.
But the danger didn't come until halfway through the concert, where the boys looked eagerly off-stage and a holy staircase appeared and all the hologram girls descended from heaven. There were cherry blossoms. There were roses. There was me, among the crowd of beautiful airbrushed girls, walking backwards.
I felt the judgemental gazes of twenty girls and their mothers.
Each boy danced with a girl, who got a cute animated moment with special effects, and sang about how they found a dream girl to have a true love romance with. Finally, all the girls vanished except one, and it was me.
One of the boys didn't dance with any girls, and now he was all alone in the rain, feeling dejected that HE did not find his true love girl to have a dream romance with. Then the rain stopped, the sun came out, and I emerged. Still backwards.
He was thrilled and sang about how my face (that he didn't see) stole his heart, and now everyone in the audience was giggling, and he slowly brought me very close to kiss me... but because I was backwards, his nose was cutely nuzzling my hair.
The audience members- at least the adults- were now laughing their asses off. His lips met the back of my head, and together we vanished into the wind.
I'd say I couldn't show my face there ever again, but I never did show my face, so... hm...
2. Horrid Little Temptress
If I wasn't a minor, I'd need a drink before starting this story. Sadly, I cannot drown my sorrows- and neither should you after you hear this, because it's only fair.
Mrs. Appleby was my Spanish teacher in like, 9th grade. Even the wild and authentic art teacher thought she was insane. Appleby forced kids to brew tea for her and yelled at them when they didn't get it right, and I thought she had a chronic squint until I realised she just did that to mock me and my Asian eye-folds. She forced us to watch Dora the Explorer to "absorb knowledge." Everyone fucking hated Mrs. Appleby.
But the worst thing she ever did... was during the school festival.
See, whenever she's angry, she zooms right into kids' faces to scream at them. Her wrinkled flesh would blot out the goddamn sun and all you see are her bloodshot yellow eyeballs so victims just stayed rooted to the spot like cornered animals or something similar. This is important.
Because when she was sampling her own brownies (read: hoarding them so no one else could eat them), one parent foolishly decided to grab one and she thought it was a student and she grabbed his wrist so hard she could've nearly snapped it and... and... zoomed into his face.
Except she underestimated his height and kissed him by accident, but it was more like her mouth was sucking in his face like a vacuum.
His wife was shrieking like an ape. His kid, my classmate, saw his social life flash before his eyes.
In her defense, she did not mouth to mouth with him on purpose and afterwards she cried in the bathroom and when I foolishly followed her in to comfort her, because I am a teacher's pet through and through, she snatched the paper towels I got for her and wailed that she was a-
A-
HORRID LITTLE TEMPTRESS.
If I had decided to not be kind, I never would've heard that string of fucking words. But I did. And I paid for it dearly. The end.
1. Violence IS The Answer, Sometimes
Thomas, my dearly detested.
Back in sixth grade, I used to have a crush on him because he had the surfer boy look with nicely tanned skin and pale blond hair and the clearest aquamarine eyes I've ever seen. He also liked surfing and swimming. He seemed like the perfect little trophy waifu except for one absolute dealbreaker.
He and his parents were extremely conservative and so, when I told him I liked him, his response was basically "haha no you're a [slur] and would probably eat my dog."
I was horrified and ran away to cry. But then, by the next day, I decided I needed to punish him. Thomas walked in before class started and I was waiting for him with these hands. I kicked him so he doubled over, slammed his face into his chair's seat, and quickly clambered on top of him to SIT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. He started shaking and twitching and trying to pry me off, but eventually he went limp and stopped moving.
I thought he fell asleep, but Mohammed, another classmate who was bullied by Thomas, told me that Thomas might never wake up again (not that he was very sad about this. I didn't know until later, but Thomas said slurs at him too).
While I was sitting on the guy, he'd straight up passed out from the lack of oxygen.
Screaming and crying, I told our homeroom teacher that Thomas suddenly fainted, and she was the type of Caucasian that thought all little Asian kids were sweet and innocent, so it didn't even cross her mind that? It might've been me? Who sat on his head when she walked in?
He was sent home early that day. I had to go to a different school next year because Thomas's mom threatened legal action. The only reason I didn't get punished further was because my rich cousins out-Karen'd her and donated a huge amount of money to the school to keep them quiet.
Anyway, I never did anything that insane ever again, because something like that is enough for a lifetime. My cousins made it clear they would never back me up again. I was sure this whole event would be put behind me, too.
But last fall, during my first day of online learning... who did I see in my zoom meeting... BUT THOMAS! I had my mic and camera off, but the moment he saw my name, his face went pale. His soul would've left his body, but then it would've gone to hell, so it wisely decided to stay inside.
Still, out of shame and embarrassment, I never turned my camera on for the rest of the school year.
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notable moments from The Three Days of The Hunter Job
leverage 2.05
hunt for the truth = fox news
you can’t change my mind, sorry
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Nate: Here's what we can do. We can probably get you enough money to save the house and pay for medical bills--
Sarah: We aren't interested in money, Mr. Ford. This woman took my father's self-esteem. She took his reputation. She took his good name. That's what he needs back.
someone needs to make a compilation of their clients being noble as hell
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Sophie: I wanna take the lead on this one. I wanna do what you do.
Nate: Yeah, listen, I know breakups can be very difficult, Sophie.
Sophie: Whoa. No, that's not what this is about.
Nate: I know that you have this need to be in control right now, you know.
Sophie: I don't have any such need.
Nate: But you can't project that onto the con.
Sophie: Excuse me? This, coming from the man who spent an entire year drunk, working out his obsessive vengeance on every dimwit in a suit who happened to cross our line of vision.
Nate: Hey, you put some thought into that one, didn't you?
Sophie: You know, I'm not tryin' to control the universe just because some guy dumped me. I-I appreciate the concern. I just, I need a new challenge.
Nate: Okay. (hands Sophie the files) This is your job.
Sophie: Thanks. Now, let's go get this bitch. (walks away)
Nate: Oh, boy
fucking get rekt nate you’re the literal last one to talk
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huh nate is wearing flannel in this one
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Sophie: Exactly. And then to protect themselves, they issue an apology to Mr. Pennington and then they throw Monica Hunter into the jaws of the very media machine that she bent to her own malicious will.
Parker: Wow. I gotta say, Sophie's briefings are much more dramatic.
Eliot: And poetic.
parker and eliot are cute
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Sophie: But we can sell a story that commands respect. A story that she's gonna chase to get the respect she craves. Hm? Pack your bags, everyone. We're going to D.C. to make news.
(everyone continues sitting, looking uncomfortable)
Nate: That's when you wanna...
Sophie: I wanna do that bit again. Pack your bags, everyone. We're going to D.C. to make news. (leaves room)
Nate: She's walking into the closet
SOPHIE ITS OKAY YOU DONT NEED TO GO IN THE CLOSET
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Parker: I got the pass. Easy.
Sophie: Parker, we went over this.
[Exterior Studio]
Sophie: You're not supposed to take it. Get caught with it.
Parker: I don't know how to get caught.
Sophie: Yeah, I know it's difficult to steal badly. Just, just try
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Monica (grabs Parker): Hey. Hey. I will have you arrested for trespassing if you do not tell me what you are doing here.
Parker: Technically, you can't have me arrested for trespassing because you don't own the station.
Sophie: Parker, tell her the story
parker: TRY ME BITCH
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hardison doing crazy tinfoil hat guy is iconic
+ parker and hardison’s high five and “that’s what I’m talkin about!” ADORABLE
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Parker: Eliot, these conspiracies aren't real, right?
Eliot: What do you mean?
Parker: Like that one over there that says all the major wars of the past 50 years were ordered by members of The Council.
Eliot: Parker, I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you. (walks away)
Parker: You're not a member of The Council, are you? Eliot? Is he?
Nate: Oh, I don't know. (walks away)
Parker: Huh? Uh, Nate, is he?
parker looked so vulnerable asking it and eliot’s just like,,, imma fuck with her LMFAO
also this is another chaotic ot3 scene that I’d die for
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eliot taking the general’s id with his pencil and handing it off to hardison? SMOOTH AS FUCK
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Parker: But what if he won't talk to us?
Monica: Then we celebrate.
Parker: Celebrate?
Monica: Denial means guilt. Refusal means more guilt. Punch out my cameraman, and I'll kiss you on the mouth.
Camera Man: Mm-hm.
parker: 👀👀👀
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parker gets hit with a car ,,, how many times in this series does she get hit with a car ??
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monica’s face when she sees parker get hit by a car is LITERALLY the exact same as the surprised pikachu face
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bruh imagine you see this happening ,,, like a girl get hit by a car, a suit running out, grabbing stuff of her body, then running away ???
her playing dead on the ground for a hot minute before “waking up”, dusting herself off and walking away ???
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Hardison: Move. Don't stop. Come on.
Monica: They ran her over.
Hardison: I know, but we gotta go. Security cameras, the ATM cameras, the traffic cameras. We're always being watched. Just put your head down. Act natural.
Monica: Why are you dressed like a mailman?
Hardison: Invisible man, mailman, nobody notices the mailman. He blends right in. Just like a circus clown.
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Parker: We totally went to the moon.
Eliot: Movie sets. I've seen 'em. They're outside of Albuquerque.
Parker: Why would there still be sets there?
Eliot: Because they're gonna reuse 'em for the Mars mission. Repaint it all red.
her bumping shoulders with eliot and leaning on him? the casual intimacy that nourishes my S O U L
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Sophie: She has to have corroboration from her own sources. She has to craft the narrative. Monica Hunter has to be the author of her own personal nightmare.
Nate: Do I sound that creepy when I...?
Eliot: Hell yes.
Parker: Mm-hm.
Nate: Really?
Eliot: You do
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Sophie: The only question is whether Hardison guessed her sources right.
Hardison: G-guess? Guess?
Sophie: Well, you know.
Hardison: Woman, my name Alec Hardison. I do not guess, OK? Look, journalists, they're lazy. They always go back to the same sources. I compared Monica Hunter's stories for the last ten years and created a heuristic model based on her sources. I-I filtered by story type, priority and evidentiary chain. Look, (pulls up info on laptop) sex scandal: 87 percent chance she goes to these sources. Serial killer scare: 90 percent she contacts these sources for confirmation. Government secrets and health scare intersects: Ninety-five percent chance she goes to these sources. Look, look. Right there. She's emailing them right now. Look.
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Hardison: Get me out of here.
Sophie: Yeah, I'm working on it.
Parker (comes out of back room pulling on jacket): I'm on it.
Sophie: No, no, no, no, no, you cannot go. You're dead. Monica Hunter sees you and the whole con is blown.
Parker: Right
PARKER WAS R E A D Y TO GO IN AFTER HIM WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE OT3
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Hardison: Damn the con. I'm a black man caught on an Army base with a video camera. I am going to jail forever.
the realest part of the show
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Hardison: Eliot, get me everything you can on a Lieutenant Abbot.
[Apartment]
Hardison: Just-just do what I taught you.
Eliot (typing on laptop): Now, the "http" thing comes before—
[Interrogation Room 2]
Eliot: --the "www-dot," right?
Hardison: Eliot!
[Apartment]
Eliot: Which one's the forward slash?
Sophie: Oh, come on.
[Interrogation Room 2]
Hardison: It ain't the time, Eliot. It ain't the time.
[Apartment]
Eliot: It's not fun when you're hanging out there in the wind and there's a dude behind a laptop cracking jokes, is there?
Parker: (holding a gas mask over her face before looking over it) I like it when we switch jobs. It's exciting
someone PLEASE make an eliot-being-bad-at-technology compilation I’m begging
also it’s officially canon that hardison tries teaching eliot about technology
- - - - -
Eliot: No, that's everything on this guy.
Lieutenant: Sir, I need to know why you're on this base.
Hardison: Yes. Why am I on this base?
Lieutenant: I'm asking you.
Hardison: No, I'm asking you. Why am I on this base? Why am I in this room?
Lieutenant: So I can ask you questions.
Hardison: Or maybe it's so I can ask you questions, Lieutenant Kyle Abbot, Social Security 823-24-6270?
Lieutenant: I don't know what you're up to.
Hardison: Maybe you’re not cleared to know. Two disciplinary actions? That one in Germany? Maybe you're just too much of a security risk.
(lieutenant goes to leave and Hardison slams his fist on the table)
Hardison: Did I say you could leave?
(lieutenant swallows nervously)
T H I S
S C E N E
T H O
- - - - -
[Army Base Gate]
Nate: Not gonna work.
Eliot: It's all in the salute, man.
[Apartment]
Sophie: Just work the stars and bars. Nobody wants to--
[Army Base Gate]
(a soldier moves to the side of the car and leans in, saluting Nate)
Sophie: --look a general in the eye.
Nate: Uh, good form soldier. As you were.
Soldier: Clear.
(the gate goes up and Nate pulls into the base, parking near a building. He gets out of the car and walks toward the door)
- - - - -
Nate: We hunt for the truth through many dark places. (approaches Monica menacingly) I am a patriot, Ms. Hunter. I'm sorry. (to Eliot) Earl.
(Monica takes a can of pepper spray from her purse and sprays it in Nate’s face, driving him back. She runs out the door as he groans in pain. Eliot goes to pat his back)
Eliot: Good thing Parker switched that with water.
Nate: Didn't! Didn't switch. (they both start coughing)
LMFAO
- - - - -
Monica: My friends, this is the enemy. Our water has been poisoned.
(an aide spits out a mouthful of water)
JFNSKDKEJWJNFJ
- - - - -
(Eliot is cutting vegetables while Nate opens a bottle of wine and Hardison swirls orange soda in a wine glass)
hardison is literally swirling his neon orange soda in a wine glass as eliot cooks actual food for the fam I CANNOT
- - - - -
Parker (holds up photo): Loch Ness Monster.
Hardison: Loch Ness submarine.
Parker: No!
Eliot: Scottish waters are cold and deep. It's a perfect place to test.
Parker (holds up photo): Area 51.
Eliot: True.
Hardison: False.
Eliot: That's true.
Hardison: False. She said Area 51, 51.
Eliot: I'm sorry. False. Area 52.
Hardison: Been there.
Eliot: Yep
I’m crying the ot3 was top tier chaotic this entire episode and parker was having A Time™ with all these conspiracies
someone make a compilation of these scenes overlayed with the wii music. pls.
#leverage#leverage 2.05#leverage 2x05#the three days of hunter job#leverage season 2#season 2#notable moments#mine
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۞𖣔 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𖣔۞
Silva walked through the hallway silently with his footsteps while holding the lightweight box in his hand.
No matter what's happening in the manor right now he doesn't care.
Even when his partner was calling for help.
The more he walked the louder Kikyo's scream is.
'Listening to her screeching is like satan propose her a marriage by torture.'
Thinking back about what Kikyo said and how she behaved.
Kikyo screams to his face to his back for a week after his son's runaway.
"Killua just ran away! At least do something instead of watching he ran off!"
"The hell were kind of thoughts are in your mind that time do something! Tell me at least!!"
"THIS IS DISAPPOINTING!"
"Hunter exam!? What is he doing there."
"WHAT?! There's for fun!?! What kind of-"
He shuts his mind off about his wife it seems to make him less stressful for now.
'About Killua.. Illumi will deal with him.'
'This will get more and more annoying..'
Narrowing his eyes slightly as he reached the outside in seconds.
'Time to visit.'
He feels the book was the main problem of it all when in reality it's the opposite.
'This must be solve.'
Zeno fastly reach for the knob of the library door slammed it open as the butlers followed him inside.
To the butlers horrified expressions, he know it's time for him to step out and never mind about this business again or maybe just get out of this household full of nothing but his daughter in-law screams.
Ready to walk out of the library he stops.
'In the end I can't avoid it.'
Signing to himself he turned to the staffs and ordered them out.
"All of you get out."
His raspy voice were filled with nothing but dissatisfaction, disappointment and the irritation he's feeling began bubbling inside his body faintly.
After all of them out of room he waited and waited.
'Where's Milluki? I heard him I'm sure..'
"Mama!"
Milluki arrived with sweats and breaths hitching every seconds his eyes still on the ground.
It took a minute to bring himself back together again. His eyes widened in surprise.
"She's dead."
His grandfather said his face still the same as ever.
"What do you mean grandpa? Mama's still breathing."
Milluki's voice sounds relieved after he saw his mother's body twitching for help.
Silva's now arrive in front of the destination he supposed to be visit two time years ago.
Ready to knock on the door only for the door itself opened by a mere maid.
"Master is expecting you mister Zoldyck."
Without anymore words the maid leads him to the beautifully decorated detail wooden door.
Hands up to knock on the door.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
No answer.
He knocked again three times louder.
Still no answer.
Without hesitation he opened the door only to find a grey haired man sitting in the chair facing his way to the door.
"Why didn't you open the door?"
Silva asked clearly still confused and not used to his friend's weird behavior.
"Why? Well if you came here before marry that hysterical unstable bitch everything would go fine!"
"That golden child of yours won't runaway from home if you were here six years ago but.. something important must be an exchange for an unfit able heir."
The man slowly whisper the last part quietly that Silva can't make out other than his stupid endless rumbling insults for the pale blonde hair's man.
'He needs to stop saying this.'
Sighed to himself disappointingly seeing his old friend look interest or with suspicions to the object in his hand.
"That's what you want me to talk about?"
The grey hair man stood up from his chair walked past him only to lock the door behind Silva.
In the blink of his eyes only to see his friend sat on the same chair again with another chair on the opposite side of the table.
Walked up to the another side of the table by his large two steps pulled the chair out and sit.
"Have you had any breakfast yet?"
"No.."
"Great you god damn son of a bitch!"
"..."
"And tell your wife to learn her manners about getting into people business and being persistent."
"Of course."
"Let's have some breakfast first before we get to the point."
His friend whose seemed happy after leashed out his raged to him for not teaching his wife step out of the line.
Silva could only nod in agreement hoping his friend wouldn't talk about much he himself made wrong choices in his life.
A needle man face who's running at steady speed in the boring looking group of people.
The sounds of the man's phone ringing loud enough only for his ears, as the crown he's in spilt up suddenly.
What a luck he has today! The perfect time to report as he feels the vibration of his phone ringing once more.
He slows down his running as examiners in front of him all vanished to the air.
Leaving him and the other boring looking examine who looks ready to give up on everything.
Pulled out a needle from his ear suddenly appears in front of the young girl who barely feels her surroundings.
'Perfect around my height.'
Pierced a needle on her head as he speed up taking out all of his needles around her neck to her whole face.
"Follow the examiner-"
"Oh! And use the radio when you're near the destination act your best behavior."
Throw the radio at the zombie like pose person as she catch it.
The disguise girl who walked like a zombie slowly developed to humanly robotic running.
He walked to the other side of the forest find a perfectly spot for a private talking in the trees.
Pulled his phone from pants pocket he push the round button accepting his family's member call.
"Hello?"
"Oh finally you answered!"
"You do know where I am right now. What is it?"
"Uhh we need you to be here as soon as possible after the exam."
"That's doesn't matter after the exam I have business to go."
"Well forgot about your business with that annoying clown or with the brat, mama's not in good shape however it's like god's favor her a miracle she's survived."
"Of course Killua went too far with her than you."
"That's not what I meant, her neck literally twisted to the other side and still breathing."
"What do you mean mother's neck was distorted but she's still alive?"
The monotone voice were hinted with confusion.
"That's what I mean. I don't know how she's alive either-"
His younger brother voice filled with fascination.
'Mother's not in good shape, Milluki shouldn't be thinking about that cartoon show he always watch and compare the situation with it.'
Frowning to himself dissatisfaction clearly showed what kind of emotions he felt.
Before he open his mouth tell his brother to get straight to the point.
"And don't worry she's in good hands."
The sounds of the younger one voice now filled with relief.
"Really? Thank god, tell me more."
"Well yes while mama's screeching were covering someone's chanting."
"Chant?"
"Yeah, grandpapa said it was like echoing the hallway if it's possible the whole mountain could hear it."
"Then?"
"Then- uhh I can't tell you because I don't know. I meant we don't know and after the exam we need you to be here."
"What's the hurry?"
"I don't know okay! At least act like the brat is now your second priority that's dad's order!"
"Of course if what that's father says so, anything more?"
"Grandpa said it himself and he said he heard me shouting before I'm at the library. He said my voice were either inside the library or outside but not too far from the room and I can't shout too loud or my throat gonna be sore."
The younger sibling spoke fast but enough at least for him to catch on.
"After Gotoh investigated the others it seems only everyone's heard my shout not what grandpapa heard."
"You know father said to not believe in what grandfather says."
"I do. What about Killua?"
"He's fine."
"Okay."
The call between two eldest siblings ended.
'Oh I forgot to asked about father. But from Milluki's voice I think it's enough.'
'If it more possible instead of what something unbelievable like a woman who dressed in laced as they say. It's just illusion but what if it's not? There's proofs especially the ones that had been confirmed by Nen-users and science.'
'The time Killua ran from home I wasn't there.. From what I heard the wounds are deep enough but he only managed to hurt her face. Killu's height are not enough to reach her face probably her neck and chest.'
He then took a deep breath long enough to relax his body after the news he had been informed too.
'I wasn't informed correctly am I? I'm sure I am. The butlers aren't stupid enough to break any rules. If her neck twist to the other side but instead like almost cutting down a tree and Milluki always use words that's not fitting the meaning when he's angry.'
'As much as I remembered grandfather conversion between chairman's Netero...'
'Looks like it's something more important than Killua. Impossible. Unbelievable.'
'If he knows Nen before mother could've die.. and possibly Milluki too. A double edged sword situation.'
Lean on the tree he's been standing for almost 10 minutes letting out a hot breath from his mouth.
"This is troublesome than I thought."
"Hm~"
His attentions is now on the bright pink haired man who just carried the other man on his shoulder steadily.
'Killua's friends? Not good.'
"Looks like your house is full of problems now ❤︎ "
The clown magician whose now full of joy seeing his motionless friend struggles.
"Do you need any help, Illumi?"
The bright pink hair man chuckles loudly.
"Can you not interfere my business?"
"Well I can't help it when you talked about that."
Sounds of multiple footsteps past them quickly, Illumi took it as a sign to give himself privacy somewhere else.
"Hisoka, we will talk about that later private matters."
With that the jet black hair man gone only to find him running in the crowd of examiners blending perfectly.
"Okay~"
'Time to pick new toys ❤︎ '
Hisoka looks up the sky only to find the weird cloud shapes display to his own golden eyes.
He pulls out a card from his pocket pants flip the card pattern side to his eyes.
The beautiful pink pattern make him feel at ease like it always was in the past.
Slowly life his hand up to sky challenging himself by keeping the card's pattern blind his sights.
As his arm reached it's limit stretch he flipped the card symbol side to his view.
'Hearts?'
Slowly slide the card to the other side of his view comparison seeing the shape hearted cloud in white to black colored that's above him everywhere he stands.
'Will it be other shape next time I wonder..'
A card were sent to his way fastly but not fast enough to hurt him.
'Someone's watching!'
'First time every been attacked by a card..'
'But who would use it as a weapon against me?'
He pull the card that's stuck in the tree he’s leaning on.
"Oopsie~! almost hurt you ❤︎"
He glanced at the unconscious glasses man whose on his shoulder.
"But-! You're not important that much right now ♠︎ "
Pull out the card by his hand that support his arm holding the small glasses young adult.
Throw the beautiful pattern card to his other hand's up to the sky.
Much to his expectations eyes widened in shock.
A person wearing a lacy card symbols dress swaying on the swing happily.
The ropes that's on both of person hands are torn suddenly by pulling down the forced to the ground.
Gender of the person fastly revealed as the cloth from her head can't keep up sensitivity falling from the sky.
There's no scream of panicking. No laughing. No crying. Nothing just nothing.
As the woman falling now nearing Hisoka she's use her two hands cover his eyes before her head smashed to the soft grass ground.
*TNGH!!!*
𝙶𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔? 𝚈𝚎𝚜 ��𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝? 𝚈𝚎𝚜
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“A LITTLE INTENSE?”
Gilly Lopez x Reader
Anon asked: could you write gilly x reader in which you have been friends with club since always and gilly is in love with you but he thinks that you are in love with angel (but you and angel are like brother and sister) but you’re absolutely love with him, gilly
Word count: 1.6k
Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 💘
Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. Gif credits: @thedevilsmoonshine.
Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)
“Here is my fucking baby, hm…” Angel lifts you up, forcing you to put your legs around his waist. “Did you miss me or whaaaaaat?”
“Not at all, I used all your shirts”. You reply raising your chin with some proud gesture on your face. He gives you a lot of kisses on your cheek and on your temple, before putting you down on the floor.
He's been out of town with the MC for four days and he also missed your movie-night-date. So he owes you one of his free nights. You and Angel have been friends for almost ten years, living together since four years ago. He's like the older brother you never have had. Ez as well. But you have a special connection with the oldest Reyes. After greeting the rest of the men, you walk next to your friend holding hands swinging your arms.
“So… You know we have to talk, right?” Angel looks at you with narrowed eyes.
You nod.
“Aren’t you drinking a beer with us before you start ignoring us all?” Gilly annoyedly asks him, raising an eyebrow.
“Yo! Man! Take it easy. We will be back quickly.” Angel shrugs before pulling your hand to make you walk.
Once you're inside the warehouse, you take a seat on the edge of the front table with one leg on the other. The man locks the door and walks towards you. Putting your body between his hands supported on the table, he finally talks.
“You have to say it. Tonight”. The last word is highlighted with his forefinger pointing on the wood.
“Yeah, for sure.” You roll your eyes cross-armed. “It's not that easy.”
“I love you. I've been in love with you since I met you. And I want a baby and a mortgage with you.” He shrugs, not seeing the difficulty. “See? Easy”.
“I'm not gonna… Argh, Angel!” You snort heavily, pushing him to run away from his bad ideas.
You feel frustrated. It's like Gilly isn't in your league. Seems like there's nothing you can do to have his attention. At first you thought it would pass with time, but here you are, ten years after you met him. Yeah, you've been with other guys but not much longer than three or four months, breaking up when they started to catch feelings. You know he wasn't happy at all whenever you talk about a new man in your life, even if he knew it was gonna be only for some months.
Coco scares the shit out of you, after you unlock the door and find him there. You scream. He does too. “What the hell is wrong with you? Were you listening?”
“My bad!”
“Shit, man”. Angel rolls his eyes.
“Did you propose to her?”
“What?” He shakes his head, you can't believe it's true. Rubbing your temples, you leave a sigh out of your lips.
“Gilly and I heard you, man! You finally proposed to her!” He's laughing loud.
Your faces pale. Your heart is beating faster than ever. Your legs trembling. Coco's laughs disappear 'cause he can't understand your reaction. You run through the hallways to the front yard, watching how the man drives his motorbike out of the clubhouse. You're fucked. Taking the phone out of your pocket, you type his number. And you wait, praying to have an answer. But nothing. You try four more times with similar results. You're doubly fucked.
But you're not gonna give up. If he is upset by the idea that you and Angel are together, it's because he has to feel something for you. It makes sense. Getting in your car, you start the engine as fast as you can. You know the way to his house by heart, driving nervously and trying to avoid a crash while dodging other cars. You know him. It's not the first time he puts some clothes in a bag, before disappearing for some days. But, shit… Not this time.
There are some lights on inside the house, when you parked, running outside the car towards the front door. You ring the bell anxious, knocking the door with your hand too. Of course, you cover the peephole, being sure that he's not going to open you if he sees you through it. You hear his steps walking near the door. “Who's there?”
No reply, so he asks again loudly.
“Fuck! Open the door, Gilberto!” You yell at him.
“Go fuck yourself, (Y/N). Or Angel, whatever you prefer”.
“Shit, I'm gonna regret it…”
Being sure he's far enough from the door, you take the gun tucked away on your back pointing at the lock and giving away three steps. You shoot it and some pieces of the wood fly off. “WHAT THE HELL?”
You kick it to open, feeling like the feds in a raid. Gilly is some meters away from you freaking out. You're breathing heavily because of the adrenaline of the moment. You wait for the gun to be coldest, to put it again on your back. “Did you fuckin' shoot my door? Are you fuckin' crazy?”
“I will pay the arrangement, but you have to listen to what I have to tell you”.
“I don't wanna listen a shit from you, (Y/N)!”
“BUT I LOVE YOU, FUCKING ASSHOLE”.
Silence. Gilly crosses his arms with an incredulous gesture on his face and an eyebrow raises. He seems he's waiting for anything else. Well, maybe it was that easy, as Angel told you. You have a deep breath, ordering the words in your head.
“Angel proposed to you”.
“No! He didn't! You know that typical movie scene where the guy doesn't listen the whole conversation? You are THIS guy”. You shout at him, gesticulating with your hands more than you want. You're angry and nervous, and the words come out of your mouth in a stroke. You walk next to him, leaving a sigh with your head down for a moment. “I'm sorry that it took me so long to say it”.
“So long?”
“God dammit, Gilly! I'm in love with you since… fucking ever. I didn't know you're so stupid that you didn't notice it before”.
“And Angel? Don't you like him?”
You pretend that you're gonna puke, trying to avoid the tension in the environment. But it seems like he doesn't see the joke on it. You roll your eyes upset.
“He's my best friend, like my old brother. And I'm not the kind of person who enjoys incest”.
He remains silent. You feel kinda humiliating, 'cause looks like he doesn't feel the same that you feel for him.
“Angel told me I should talk with you. But I didn't want to.”
“... Why?”
“Shit! 'Cause you're there, in fucking silence! No words, no nothing! Oh, God… I'm a fucking clown”. You snort crossing your arms with a leg flexed and your eyes in nowhere. “You know? I came here with the intention of not giving up. But I'm fucking done of dealing with this fucking pain that oppress my chest every time I say ‘ok, I'm gonna talk to him and expose my feelings’ before running away of you 'cause I'm scared of being hit by reality”.
“You could have tried before”.
“Are you listening to me?”
“You didn't notice what I was feeling either”.
“'Cause you don't feel it anymore?” Your heart stops for some seconds. You're not about to cry, but disappointment is consuming you.
“Yes, I do. But I'm mad because you broke my door”.
“Yea', I'm a little intense sometimes”.
“A little? You fucking shot it!”
“Can we focus on the main conversation? I already told you I'm gonna pay it, Gilly”.
“And what you want me to say, ah?”
“That you love me too”.
“What if I don't wanna say it?”
“You will break my heart and I'm gonna cry. And you don't wanna see me crying, 'cause my face turns read and I make a lot of noise”. You're talking faster than it should be allowed, but he's understanding you perfectly.
“I love you, (Y/N), since ever too. But I thought you and Angel were together”.
“But we're not”. You hit his chest several times. “C'mon! Can we stop being so idiot? Now you can mark your territory”.
“How?”
“Use your imagination! I can't do all the work alone. I came here as the fucking crazy chick I am”.
He sighs, rolling his eyes, pushing you into him about to kiss you. You bend your back with a raised eyebrow because of his gesture. “Don't fucking ruin our first kiss with that face. If it’s supposed to be a big deal and so much effort we c…”
“Don't you ever shut the fuck up?”
You laugh because of his words, before he presses his lips on yours. You have a smile on them, leaving your arms traveling from his chest up to his nape. You want him to be near, zero distance. You're happy and he is too, guiding you to the nearest sofa to make you sit on his lap. The kiss isn't broken. Your lips moving perfectly matched. Slowly, enjoying your taste and your tongues finally knowing each other.
“Girl... I wanted it so bad”. He brushes his nose against yours.
“Then, keep doing it, cariño”. You almost beg needy, wanting more, knowing that he doesn't have to go to the MC tomorrow.
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Remember that one time I wrote a Tangled AU?
Context
During 2016, I submitted a few stories for Tagatha Ship Week. Not my best work, but some of my most known works nonetheless. Amongst those, I had a Tangled AU that was originally meant to be a one shot (which has been deleted because sweet lord that was bad), then turned into a draft for a multichapter story and then turned into this cursed WIP I completely forgot about, which you can find on both Ao3 and FF.net under the name of ‘blinking in the starlight’.
Every once in a while someone comes across it, as it was the case with ‘if you’re not the bride’ and it would remind me of its existence. But unlike IYNTB, I have no interest in rewriting it or continuing this story.
A few weeks ago I found the original draft for ‘blinking in the starlight’ in my dad’s old computer, so I thought I might do a post no one asked for (some people did, you guys are great, humoring me like that) on what the plot was supposed to be.
But after sitting with it I wasn’t fully satisfied (as usual, fml). So, like the clown that I am, I decided that since we are already here, might as well make it into an actual AU post, mind my language, I’m frustrated.
Blinking In The Starlight: Tangled AU
Okay, so I’m gonna presume that you read the WIP, so if you didn’t, maybe check that out first and then come back to this post. Or don’t, it’s not like it’s a very complex narrative anyway.
Many, many years before this story starts, there was a cruel sorcerer named Rafal.
He tormented the Endless Woods for centuries, extorting kingdoms and stuff, you know, very much a two-dimensional character whose motivations I definitely did not think through. Being evil I guess?
No one could defeat him, because he always somehow ended up knowing the traps were coming and was two steps ahead. No one knew how, so they just like, presumed it was because he was psychic or something.
Until one day, a young vain prince named Arthur of Camelot decides to order a hunt to the big blue falcons, to get their feathers as a present to the girl he was courting, one Lady Guinevere.
Would you believe those birds were Rafal’s spies? Now that everyone was hunting them, they could no longer listen in as easily.
So when Prince Arthur campaigns against Rafal’s evilness and challenges him to a duel in which he tricks the sorcerer and defeats him, stripping him of most his powers (and therefore his immortality), everyone was shook
Don’t ask me how he did it, I honestly do not know
But instead of killing Rafal, Arthur agrees to spare his mortal life as long as he gives him a powerful love potion for Guinevere and never shows his face around Camelot ever again.
Rafal is pissed, but says sure why not, because he knew Arthur would be crushed once the potion effects wore off and Guinevere left him anyway
So yeah, they became King and Queen, everyone thinks Rafal is dead, Camelot became known as the guardian kingdom of the Endless Woods alliance, yada yada.
Meanwhile, Rafal, now mortal and still pissed af, looks for a way to get his immortality back, because he is now old and tired all the time.He goes to one of his oldest allies and they tell him a rumor about a woman named Vanessa who found a way to stay young forever using a bird.
It takes a few years for him to track her down, but when he does, he tries to convince her to show him the bird. Vanessa is like that sounds like a you problem, so he threatens her and she tells him she ate it to save her life during her pregnancy (do not ask me how this works, why she couldn’t have healed herself like usual, I don’t know okay)
Rafal is pissed again, because Vanessa was still looking young, so either she lied or she was omitting something and decides you know what, screw you and murders everyone, trying to find the damned bird.
But then he hears soft singing from the closet. A little girl named Sophie, who apparently had inherited the bird’s ability to restore youth.
First, he thinks of raising her as his daughter. But then, one day she’d try to leave him for a boy, so he decides to trick her into thinking he was that boy, so she’d never want to leave him.
He sells her this bullshit story about everything being a fairytale like the ones her books, makes himself look like a teenager and tells her he is now going to take care of her because they are true loves and whatnot
Using the money from his previous evilness (why am I like this), he builds a tower and gaslights the hell out of her telling her is was to keep the danger outside, when actually he was caging her in. Her guards are all mercenaries and her maids are kidnaped slaves so, hm, that’s nice
He keeps visiting her to restore his youth, but he needs the macguffin Arthur used to take away his immortality (I didn’t specify what it was in my draft, so let’s say its Excalibur, for the sake of storytelling) to restore his full greatness, so he starts a long-long-plan to overthrow Camelot once he gets him hands on the sword.
However, Sophie is a person of her own, even being manipulated and gaslighted. She wants to go outside and see the world. Obviously Rafal won’t let her, and even gives her a ring to summon him and stuff, so she won’t think about going anywhere out of his sight.
But she ends up doing it anyway because she’s Sophie
Now hold on a minute.
Back in Camelot, Arthur has already died, Guinevere ran off with Lancelot and Tedros is a brat, walking around with Excalibur (not knowing how powerful it actually is) playing glorified police officer for the royal guard as a way to prove he’ll be a good king someday.
Festival season is approaching and prince Teddy is on a man-hunt (woman-hunt?) for the thief that has been ambushing noble carriages.
They have some good banter, but the thief always manages to distract him and get away.
Guess who is the thief
It’s Agatha, leave me alone, I was 15 and loved cliches, shut up
Yes, I know I’m now almost 19 and still love cliches, moving on
Agatha is stealing money from the rich like a robin hood pro, because festival season is expensive and poor people need to eat okay
But prince-holier-than-thou keeps showing up so she decides to be petty and steal directly from him. Girl just wanted some gold, but ends up with Excalibur because Tedros is an idiot
So he chases her through the woods for days on end, hot on her trail, and Aric gets caught on the crossfire between them. Agatha presumes from his uniform that there is a castle near and decides to hide there.
Tagatha ends up in Sophie’s tower, and she hides Excalibur to bargain with them.
She strikes a deal with Tedros to show her the festival in exchange for Excalibur.
Agatha is just f this shit im out, she didn’t want the sword in the first place and last thing she needs is going to Camelot with a pseudo-police-officer.
But then Tedros realizes he doesn't know how to go back to Camelot and Sophie makes him promise not to turn Agatha in. Agatha is still skeptical, so he promises to lift taxes for the lower classes and she agrees to be their unofficial guide back to Camelot.
Princes can't break promises, don’t ask
The three of them escape the tower.
Shenanigans ensue.
There’s a scene of Agatha helping people in a tavern and Tedros is like???? she nice????
Sophie finding out that the old wizard from her story was the guy King Arthur supposedly killed and doubting Rafal’s lies.
There’s Tedros explaining his need to be just and abide by the laws all the time due to the pressure of his father’s rep after the three of them nearly die of hypothermia (?)
Sophie telling them about her talent.
Very wholesome really.
Meanwhile tho, Aric finally manages to alert Rafal that Sophie left, and Rafal summons his birds to look for her, figuring out that she had Excalibur (how? Idk)
When the trio reaches Camelot, it’s still a few days before the festival. Agatha says she is done and needs to be on her way, but Tedros (softly, may I add) asks her to stay, at least until the lantern scene/day/tradition/thingy
Their unspoken feelings are all over the place and Sophie decides to play matchmaker.
They stay in an inn (why did Tedros not sneak them into the castle, you ask? I don’t know, don’t ask) and Sophie makes the guy tell them there is only two rooms. She then makes up some balloney about wanting to be by herself, so Agatha and Tedros share a room.
Yeah, you know what I’m doing, don’t you: there’s only one bed.
Some other tropes for a very fluffy chapter equivalent of the score of Kingdom Dance, which is my favorite song in the Tangled Soundtrack, fight me, is such a good ‘falling in love montage’ song
But the fluff doesn’t last long, because the very night of the festival, just as you can almost hear Tagatha singing ‘and at last I see the light’, Rafal’s birds find Sophie and take off her ring by force.
Rafal crashes the festival, stealing Excalibur from Sophie and unleashing his coupe against Camelot, back to being immortal and super over-powered.
He throws Sophie back in her tower, and when she doesn't comply and asks him to stop we have a ‘I never loved you’ ‘you were always just a bird to me, a dumb bird’ moment and Sophie is just destroyed because aside from her new friends (whom she believed were dead) Rafal is all she has.
Back in Camelot, complete mayhem is being wrecked, bloodshed and stuff. Agatha manages to rescue Tedros before his execution and they figure out that they need to rescue Sophie and get Excalibur to kill Rafal for good.
“Insert part one of TLEA here”, bitch, I kid you not, that’s exactly what I wrote wtf even is this draft
Somehow it all leads into this big confrontation, in which Sophie strips Rafal of his immortality using the sword but can’t bring herself to kill him. So she asks Tedros to do it, so he can prove himself to his kingdom.
I do not know where Agatha is during this, but I’m pretty sure she’s like, fatally wounded or something
Rafal reveals to Tedros why Arthur spared his life the first time and offers him a potion to make Agatha return his (already mutual, you idiot) feelings.
Tedros is like, nah, I’m gonna kill you, and Rafal is like are you sure she won’t just ride off and leave you like your mama?
And Tedros is just, honestly, man, I’m not, but I’m not gonna force her. Then some analogy about caging birds and Rafal is dead.
Yey, happy ending.
So Tedros and Agatha are left in this limbo, because she poor and she a criminal and he a prince.
Tedros decides to have Agatha take the glory of killing Rafal to redeem her in the public eye, grants her a title, she makes Sophie her lady-in-waiting and they all live happily ever after the end.
#school for good and evil#The School for Good and Evil#school for good and evil series#blinking in the starlight#sge#Sophie of Woods Beyond#Agatha of Woods Beyond#tedros of camelot#Tagatha#tagatha ship week 2016#Rafal
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FIC: My Private Happiness (baon)
Summary: Sans is having a day. Maybe a couple days, hell, a collection of them. Prequel to the actual series.
Tags: Kustard, Pre-Spicyhoney, Angst, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Mentions of Therapy, Lemon Goodness
Notes:
Okay, so, this is set after Last Minute Gift
In terms of the series, it’s right before Pillars of Creation, Edge and Stretch’s first ’date’.
I really need to make a chronological list of the kustard stories, Sans and Red are pains in my ass, and that’s a fact. :P
Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.
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When the doors opened up at the Ebott stop, Sans got off the bus, for once not bothering to toss a ‘don’t call bus, we’ll call you’ or ‘your park is worse than your bite’ to the driver. The bus stop was right outside the Security checkpoint, and on the other side was a Monster-driven shuttle to bring all the riders into New New Home proper.
Normally, Sans wouldn’t have bothered with it. His shortcuts were enough to take him to his own front door, further than Stretch or Red could manage even on their best days. But today he climbed on with the rest, shuffling to the back of the bus to sit, his skull leaning against the window and his sockets closed before the shuttle even pulled away.
Being on the bus at all wasn’t his normal. He could drive, but never bothered to get a car. Usually he rode in to the Embassy with Paps, more rarely with Blue or even Edge since none of them ever pried a stick out of their pelvis enough to skip a day of work. Hitching a ride was easy and he didn’t have any of Stretch’s qualms about begging favors.
Today he didn’t feel like riding with anyone.
The card Paps gave him last night was in his pocket, the sharp edges poking his femur whenever he moved.
“I won’t force you to go,” Papyrus told him. His normal earnest energy was banked, visibly straining against his uncommon seriousness, “but I do want you to consider it. You’ve been doing so much better, Sans, I am so proud of you. But. You could be really happy, if you wanted to, I know you can.”
He sank down to his knees and hugged Sans like he hadn’t since he was a babybones, too tight and too long, and after a minute, Sans returned it. The card went into his pocket without a word, stayed there when he pulled on his shorts again the next day.
Paps wasn’t wrong. He’d been going through the motions a little. Maybe. Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He still wasn’t convinced that it never would.
The shuttle slowed at his road and Sans was up before the chime even rang. This time, he gave the driver a grin and a wave, ignoring the flash of confusion in their eye as no pun heralded his exit.
Too bad, they could live without his shining personality for one fucking day.
He and Paps lived at the end of the road, in a cardboard cutout-style house that was exactly the same on either side. Except their house was a sanctuary for lawn ornaments, Papyrus could never resist one. Flamingos and gnomes, fairies and bright, garish sunflowers made of scrap metal. Gyftmas was months ago now but that didn’t stop Santa from greeting anyone who came over to visit, and the collection of bird baths offered any avians accommodations as lush as the finest resort.
Every time the Edgelord walked past the cheery clown with its bright red grin stationed right next to the sidewalk his eye socket twitched, and that right there was worth the price of admission.
Sans trudged down the sidewalk towards that wonderland, but his eye lights were on his sneakers. One of the knots was coming loose as he watched, slowly unraveling until one lace trailed along like a cooked spaghetti noodle. That idle observation seemed to give permission for his mind to let Papyrus wander back into his thoughts.
Looked like he’d given up not thinking along with everything else.
Yeah, Paps was right, wasn’t he--
(wasn’t he always, really, Sans could never hide as much from him as he wished he could, Paps was so cool)
--he was getting by, sure. Doing the Embassy thing, helping out, hell, that was better than Stretch did. Then again, if he was gonna hold himself up to someone for a mental health comparison, Stretch was probably not the best candidate. Everyone knew that, ‘cept maybe Edge who was too busy trying not to let himself know how badly he wanted to get into those ugly pants to fondle some bones. That slow-motion train wreck was the main reason Sans turned Stretch down some months ago when he’d inquired about a quickie, more’s the pity.
Anyway.
Yeah, he was doing better, but even he couldn’t lie himself a fairytale and say he was happy. Fuck, what was happy, anyway?
All came down to the kid. Sans still wasn’t positive about Frisk, even if everything seemed all hunky dory, all of ‘em on the surface, seeing the sunsets and stargazing with real stars.
It all seemed like a pie and cake dream, but he knew what Stretch had gone through back in his own world. Some of Sans’s memories cracked open when they arrived, blurred snippets that matched the few scrawled notes he’d found in the basement. Yellow petals, the insanity of a high, sweet laugh.
Yeah, he’d known about the anomaly from his notebooks, but getting to remember anything of it was another level.
Not that any of ‘em really discussed it, fuck, no. The science behind it, sure, math and equations were sterile, safe. He, Red, and Stretch were bonafide experts at not talking, PhDs unite.
But being Judges gave them the unique perspective, dinnit. Looking into Stretch’s soul and seeing the guilt there, the sins that crawled up his spine about his brother and the Underswap kid…yeah. Unique perspective, that was one way to put it. Sans didn’t blame Stretch one bit for tucking the Judge away, boxing it up in the back of his skull, and refusing to see anymore. Talk about someone doing much better; when Stretch first got here, his soul was so fragile that Red tried to get Sans in on bet that he’d dust within a month. Sans hadn’t taken him up on it, but quietly thought he was right, watching with his own version of apathy that wasn’t much kinder than Red’s, waiting for him to fall down.
That he hadn’t was maybe the ‘Papyrus’ in him, because it sure as hell wasn’t the ‘Sans’, and Sans’s lack of effort to help him back then was a sin of his own waltzing along his backbone.
Stretch was doing a lot better these days, enough to argue with Edge with some pretty nasty zingers. Gossip around the Embassy was that those two finally had a date coming up, at the planetarium of all places. He hoped for all their sanity it went well.
Sanity, heh. He touched the card through his pocket, traced the edges of it. Doctor Lee, psychiatrist, specializing in Trauma and PTSD. A plain white card, the black letters glossy and embossed. He didn’t need to look at it, he remembered every word on it down to the phone number. He almost did anyway but a prickle along his senses made him pause.
Someone was following him.
Hm.
Interesting.
He could easily shortcut into the house, but where was the fun in that.
Instead, he kept trudging along, didn’t so much as change his pace. Passed a lady and her kiddo, gave ‘em a toothy smile. Walked on past Santa, the clown, the gnomes and the vampire flamingo as he headed in the house.
Before he even closed the door, hands were on him, shoving him backwards. Sans stumbled as the door swung shut, slamming hard, and his shoulders struck the smooth surface. Even without those gleaming crimson eye lights, he would’ve known those hands, sharp fingertips prickling through his t-shirt and against his ribs.
“heya sansy,” Red breathed against the side of his skull. “been missing me?”
“kinda a strange question since you were the one getting in some stalking practice.” Sans was pretty proud at how even his voice was considered the way Red was grinding their crotches together. “still need to log some hours before you can get certified?”
Hot breath couched in laughter gusted against his skull, making Sans shiver. “nah, i went pro years ago. but you gotta use a skill or you lose it, yeah?” Those sharp fingertips skimmed lower, down to wear his t-shirt was riding up to barely expose his iliac crest. “speakin’a practice, there’s a thing or three i might need some help with to keep my skill level up.”
He hadn’t been alone with Red since that time at the Gyftmas party and if this wasn’t getting his rocks off, then that memory was. Red pressed against his back, jerking him off, the cold siding of the house beneath his cheekbone and the thrilling fear of being caught.
“yeah? somethin’ you want some help with, huh.” Sans asked. He couldn’t quite achieve boredom, not with his crotch giving him away.
“yeah, been meaning to give my knees a good workout and if you help, i don’t get a crick in my neck.”
Sans exhaled shakily. Paps could be home any minute now, open the door with a jangle of keys, could catch Red blowing him right in their doormat with drool and come running down his chin. His bedroom was right upstairs, the bathroom, hell, the laundry room had a lock on the door.
All Sans said was, “you really want to go with short jokes?”
“can only work with the material you’ve got.”
Red didn’t drop to his knees so much as he slithered, pulling Sans’s shorts carelessly along for the ride. His dick got caught at the waistband and Sans winced as the fabric scraped along the head before it let loose, making his dick bob like a cork in a lake.
Wasn’t any time to bitch about it. Red swallowed him down in one gulp, the hot, velvety magic coating his mouth made Sans choke out a moan. He slapped a hand over his mouth, muffling the next one, but it became a groan of disappointment as Red pulled off.
“don’t you dare, sansy,” he snarled. Those crimson eye lights burned in the darkened foyer. “you let me hear every fucking whimper.”
“yes, boss, whatever you say, boss,” Sans snarked, but sarcasm was a lost cause when Red ducked his head again, a long tongue curling around his shaft. Fuck, so slippery tight, better than a hand. The sound that crept through Sans’s teeth was closer to a yowl and he felt the vibration of a hum of amusement.
Okay, yeah, Sans wasn’t past a little vindictiveness. He grabbed Red’s skull in both hands and jerked him down, thrusting in hard to nudge at the back of Red’s formed throat. Good plan in theory, but Red only swallowed him down easily, let Sans do it again, riding his face rougher than he’d usually dare.
Dimly, Sans could hear another slick sound, a counterpoint to the obscene glick that came with every thrust that glided past Red’s dangerously sharp teeth. He was jerking himself off, his shoulder moving with every stroke, and Red was moaning, shaky and low, deep in his throat and fuck, the feeling of it made Sans quiver down to his toes.
The first splash of come landed on Red’s tongue and he wrested away from Sans’s grip before the second could fall, his hand taking the place of his mouth as he stroked Sans through it, spurts of deep blue streaking across his t-shirt.
“fuck,” Sans croaked out, both in pleasure and dismay. “that’s gonna stain, you shit.”
“guess you’ll have to make a another thrift store run,” Red said with vindictive cheer. A thread of that same blue was running down his chin and Sans wiped it away before it could drip. Red watched, eye lights narrowing as Sans licked that droplet from his finger, tasting the sharp sourness of his own magic.
“that what you wanted?” Sans asked, all false politeness and solicitude. For a long moment there was no answer, only Red staring at him with those demon eye lights.
“yeah, sure,” Red said finally, almost absently distracted. “thanks for the good time, see ya around.”
It was only when Red vanished that Sans got a good look at his own feet and saw the splashes of crimson on his sneakers.
That fucker came on his shoes and didn’t even offer to get him a towel.
Outrage was out of reach and Sans only laughed helplessly, sliding down the door until he was slumped on the floor, shorts around his ankles, his shirt soaked with his own jizz and his shoes dripping with someone else’s.
That card was digging in to his ankle and Sans pulled it out with a wince. It was wrinkled, the card stock creased, but it was still legible.
You could be really happy, if you wanted to. I know you can.
His brother would be home soon, might see him like this, might already know what was going on, Paps was so smart and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d hid his disappointment in Sans behind loud indignation. What was going on? Who the fuck knew, Red’s mind was a maze and Sans was shit at puzzles.
Happy. Could be happy. Maybe.
Sans sighed and pulled out his phone.
-finis-
#kustard#spicyhoney#papcest#keelywolfe#underfell#underswap#underfell papyrus#underswap papyrus#by any other name
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Day 18
When I wake up in the morning, the day already feels weird. While this could just be me being paranoid, I honestly don’t like the feeling. It’s a Sunday, which means a hangout session with my public school friends, specifically the movie group.
As expected, the groupchat is blowing up with ideas.
Tired:
GOOD MORNING WHO’S READY FOR HELL ON EARTH
Clown:
SHUT UP IT’S 8AM ES ISN’T EVEN AWAKE YET
Mist:
Then we plan without her lMAO
Clown:
Where do we go today?
Tired:
Park. Or we can find a cute coffee shop and chill
Clown:
You’re driving if we do
Tired:
sMH
Mist:
Roasting waters.
I need a new water bottle
Clown:
Alright.
@ Tired you’re driving
Tired:
I hate you
Clown:
LOve you too <3
Seen by 2
As I dress and prepare to leave the room, I notice rustling outside my window. And lo and behold.
“sUN?? Z???”
“Uh. Shoot she wasn’t supposed to see us. HI?” Z panics, nearly falling off the tree.
I pull open the window and let the two in.
“Why?”
“Well an anonymous source told us that you’d be going on a date today and we were hoping to get material on this”
“???”
“Don’t ask me. Z wanted to crash at your house for today”
“Then call me like a normal person?? I have plans????”
“Then we’re crashing your plans as well. Don’t even think about going on a date today”
“hUH????”
“No going out young lady”
“I’m single?????”
“Wait. Then Estelle lied?”
“Uh. I guess?”
“You don’t have a date today????”
“Nope”
“Then where are you going? yOU have plans?”
“Hanging out with friends. How’d you guys get here anyway?”
“Our parents dropped us off”
“And you sneak in through the tree?”
“WHy not?”
“Money??? What if you broke the window???”
“Then it’s a win win”
“hA?”
“You gotta stay and guard your house, and you won’t end up on a date”
“I can’t with you”
“Who are you hanging out with later?”
“A couple of old friends. We try to hang out every weekend”
“Can we join today”
“No Z. I’m gonna drive you guys home and then I’m gonna hang out with them.”
“No fair!”
“Says the one who broke into my bedroom”
“Oh by the way. You have a very nice figure”
Time stops. I malfunction, and Sun braces himself for Z’s demise.
“yOU SAW ME CHANGE?”
“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT”
“OH SO SNEAKING UP THE TREE TO MY BEDROOM WINDOW WAS AN ACCIDENT TOO?”
“I’M SORRY”
“No you’re not”
“No I’m not. If you weren’t in love with my brother, I would’ve 11/10 asked you out by now. Like who in their right mind would leave a person like you hanging?”
“Sibling goals. I’d steal the man if I had a sister with no mercy”
“Maybe I should take you on a date then”
“Aren’t you a little too young for her?”
“GeTTING PROTECTIVE NOW AREN’T WE?” Z cackled.
“I mean last time I checked, she was into men older than her”
“You make sound like I’m attracted to 40 year old men or something”
“Are you not?”
“I don’t know darling. I mean I do love you after all. I’m pretty sure your age is somewhere around 40 mentally”
“I will actually choke you”
“That’s kinky” Z and I pipe up in sync.
“Both of you are disgusting”
We only snicker in response.
“Wanna go somewhere before I have to kick you both out?”
“Hm? Sure”
“Can we go shopping?”
“Disgusting”
“yOU’RE A GIRL?”
“sO?”
“I thOUGHT GIRLS LIKED SHOPPING”
“I SWEAR-”
“Enough. We can go to the mall and check out anything new. Both of you” he glares at both of us. “No chaos.”
“bUT”
“No buts”
“I hate you”
“Can we throw him out the window?”
“Oh yeah sounds nice”
“You two are insane”
“Only with you”
“What have I gotten myself into” he mumbled.
The three of us walked over to the mall, and started wandering around.
“Cress.” Z grins.
“Hm?”
“Can we dress you up?”
“No”
“bUT”
“No”
“One outfit. plEAAASE”
“Last time you turned me into an E-girl, and the time before that I was transformed into a vsco girl, and the time before that you turned me into an ABG. No more”
“Please? I’ll pick the comfiest sweater”
“We already have a school uniform. What’s the point in having a closet when you don’t need one?”
“I donno. Ask Pebble”
“Please? I’ll pick an outfit that actually suits your vibe this time?” I glare at him.
“You have 10 minutes to put an outfit together for me. No more than that”
“yES. I LOVE YOU”
“Love you too now get going”
Z runs off to grab clothes and Sun sighs next to me.
“You really trust him after you almost ended up in a bikini last time huh?”
“My clothes are starting to wear off at the seams, I need a couple new pieces of clothing.”
“So you trust my brother with it?”
“yeP”
“Don’t blame me when you end up in a tube top and butt shorts or smth”
“I mean I am hanging out with my friends today, it doesn’t hurt to look good”
“And get harassed?”
I pause for awhile. “No. But I trust him”
As I crouch down on the floor, I let the scene before me sink in. I’m crouching next to the wall, and endless rows of clothing racks limit my vision. The floor is a pale marble, and the walls are a quaint shade of baby blue. Sun is on his phone, probably looking at science facts again, and in the corner of my eye, I see Z running over.
“I got it!”
“What’d you get me?”
“Ok so. I got this pure black hoodie, it’s the last one and your size. I also got you a pair of black shorts. So it’ll look like you’re in just a hoodie. It works right?”
“I did need shorts. Hm. I’ll try it on”
“Of course!” I grab the clothes and head over to the nearest dressing room, the two tailing behind me.
When I enter and change. I find that the outfit is nice and cozy. I smile, knowing that I’ll just rip off the tag and pay at the cashier. But for the sake of decency, I grab my clothes and head out.
“You look cute!” Z grins.
“You sure you’re not just saying that because you put this together?” I tease.
“Of course not! You look cute!” Z beams. Sun only hums in agreement.
After paying for the clothes, I text into the groupchat that I’d be driving there myself and drove the two home.
“Call me if you need to wiggle your way out of anything” Sun reminds.
“Or me if you don’t wanna bother him!”
“Yeah yeah. See you guys tomorrow!”
“See you!”
I finally let out that breath I had been holding the whole day. Heading over to the location we agreed to meet up at, I was greeted by the four of them together. My usual order already waiting for me with them.
“I love you guys”
“omG ARE YOU NOT WEARING ANYTHING UNDERNEATH?” Es screams.
“What?”
“You’re wearing just a sweater? Are you trying to get laid? We have enough siblings already please”
“JFKASLD nO. My classmate came over today and decided to help me dress up”
“You look very cute” Mist pipes up.
“Thank you. You look cuter as always”
“nO”
“Ok there’s one thing I can’t stand today and that’s you all arguing over who’s the prettiest and I will say. None of you. So be quiet and let us enjoy this afternoon”
“I hate you”
“I love you too”
The hours fly by, and soon, it’s time for dinner. Deciding on korean barbecue, we head over to the nearest store. In which we destroy our wallets, scream, and have fun. Soon, the time is over, and we all have to head home.
“See you!”
We text eachother when we get home, and I shower and fall asleep. And like that, the day is over.
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The Joker x Reader - “Secrets” Part 3
The Joker did something so unforgivable and despicable you don’t ever want to see him again. After months of avoiding The King of Gotham, you really can’t understand why he appointed you as the only person to take care of his son in case of emergency. There’s no way you’ll accept to help the little boy in his father’s absence, yet the three years old has no fault in what happened between you and your ex.
Frost just called with a security report for The Joker: most of the henchmen in the building are dead; five missing for the moment and his best guess is that they are the ones who sold his boss out and allowed Ezra to get inside the Penthouse. Maybe even helped the New York gang kill the others; no way to know for sure until watching the footage from all the cameras scattered around the premises.
You and J barely convinced Alexis to go back to sleep after he was given a bath: the three years old was very agitated and scared, which is understandable after what happened just a couple of hours ago. The fact that he’s sick didn’t help either: his fever increased and you had to put in extra effort in order to convince him to swallow his medicine.
“Can y-you take him to Los Angeles for a few days until I clean up the m-mess here?” The Joker asks, struggling to wrap new bandages around the surgical marks on his right leg. The soft fabric of the sweat pants keep on sliding down his foot and J lifts it up again, frustrated he can’t manage to keep it in place.
“Yes, no problem,” you agree and check your cell, waiting for your father to call.
Jase didn’t answer his phone and Y/N left a short message urging him to get a hold of her as soon as possible. You really don’t know how you’ll explain what you did: invoking the code in order to offer protection to another clan is a serious matter and The Godfather won’t be happy to hear that J has LA’s alliance now.
Not after everything The Clown Prince of Crime did.
“For God’s sake,” you sigh and decide to be the bigger person, kneeling in front of an irritated Joker that just can’t get the gauze around his scars. “Hold this,” you frown and he grabs one end of the roll while you cover his skin with the dressing. “It seems healed,” you point out, continuing to patch him up.
“The doctor told m-me to do it for one more month. Nothing that can be d-done about the way I talk; I hope it goes a-away,” J shares extra information you don’t care to hear. “A-are you sure you don’t mind t-taking my son?” the question makes you yank at the bandages and the change in mood is evident.
“I don’t mind,” you respond through your clenched teeth. “What I do mind though is being lied to. What I do mind is you being secretly married to another woman. What I do mind is you pretending you liked me,” you pause for a second to breathe in much needed air. “What I do mind is you convincing me that we should have a baby when I didn’t want one. What I do mind is you saying that if it’s a boy we should name him Alexis when you already had a son named Alexis with your wife!!!” you raise your voice, incapable of stopping the tirade.
“So?” The Joker bitterly replies, in a very foul disposition himself.
You slap J and he instinctively closes his eyes before the second strike lands on his already numb cheek.
“A-are you done?” he growls, barely restraining the urge to escalate the fight that just started.
You glare at him without blinking, enraged by the indifference of his hurtful actions. So many thoughts rushing through your head and you don’t have a chance to tell The Joker everything you want because your phone suddenly rings. You take it out of the pocket, correctly guessing your father is calling back.
“Do this yourself!” you hiss and undo the bandages wrapped around J’s scars, getting up in a hurry.
“W-what the fuck, Y/N?!”
You don’t even pay attention to his tantrum since reporting to the Godfather is more important than listening to your former boyfriend’s complaint.
“When Alexis wakes up, I’m gone! I don’t want to spend one extra single minute in your presence!” you shout and rush towards the terrace, pressing the screen of your cell. “Hi daddy,” you soften your tone and step outside, slamming the glass door behind you.
J forcefully exhales, staring at the gauze loosely hanging down his foot.
“Goddammit,” he grumbles and bites his lower lip, not excited on how the conversation ended.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been a jerk for once?...
Definitely.
Not after what you did for him and his son.
The woman J used in such a despicable manner didn’t think twice about saving a child that’s not hers; LA’s future queen didn’t even hesitate to save the man that made a fool out of her and didn’t deserve any kind of help no matter the circumstances.
The Joker shouldn’t have been a jerk…
Not today.
*************
Three days afterwards
“Sir, The Godfather is here,” Frost announces on intercom to a less than pleased King of Gotham.
“…Great…” J talks in a low voice, dreading the imminent meeting he was expecting anyway. “Let him pass,” the consent is given even if Jase doesn’t need it: the mobster is already in the elevator, going up to a Penthouse he hates infinitely more since The Joker’s secret was discovered.
Your father stomps out the elevator, immediately noticing the green haired Clown Prince of Crime sitting down on the couch closest to the center of the living room. The Joker wants to get up but Jase cuts him off:
“Sit down and don’t insult me with more fake respect!”
J smirks and The Godfather is already fed up with person he always despised and barely tolerated because of his daughter’s request.
“I heard we have a situation,” Jase grumbles and halts in front of The Joker, his menacing demeanor warning of a disastrous outcome in case things go wrong.
“You c-can say that,” the vague answer makes your parent lose his temper:
“YOU WILL DO NOTHING! You won’t seek revenge, you won’t move a finger until our year of forced partnership is done!! Gotham is under LA’s protection for 12 months and there’s nothing that can be done!”
“A-apparently,” The Joker’s insolent remark prompts so much outrage it’s nearly impossible to suppress the damage:
“You insolent prick! You were learning how to crawl when I was already building my empire! Do you think I’m intimidated by the likes of you?! I AM THE GODFATHER!!!” Jase shouts while J puckers his lips, aware he shouldn’t push it yet he can’t shut up:
“And I’m The Joker! I w-won’t let anyone…”
“You’re The Joker?!” your father interrupts. “Do you know you would be dead right now if it wasn’t for Y/N?! Why do you think I didn’t come for you when I found out what you did, hm? Do you think I just turned a blind eye to your affront? ME??!! NEVER!! I wanted to do exactly what Ezra did and my daughter begged me not to!!! You’re still here breathing because of Y/N! Do you understand?!!”
The two men hatefully stare at each other, none of them willing to lose any ground despite the sticky crisis they landed in. J is fuming and your parent is far past enraged: he’s furious to the point of sharing something personal to prove his affirmations.
“I never understood what my daughter saw in you, Joker!” Jase snarls. “I had such a bad feeling about your relationship and I’m never wrong about that stuff!”
“Then y-you should have t-told her!” The Clown bites back since this is the perfect opportunity to retaliate.
“I DID!” your father screams. “But Y/N insisted she loves you and I had to stomach your company because if she was happy, then I guess I had to accept it! And for what?! For you to break her heart again after it took her forever to recover from what happened with Sean?!”
The Joker surely wishes to lash out but the last sentence catches him by surprise: why would The Godfather mention Sean? The insane events that occurred a few years ago are sort of common knowledge in the underworld: Sean was your boyfriend until it was discovered he was actually an undercover CIA agent.
“I failed my daughter,” your father’s firm tone diminishes while confessing to the ugly truth. “Sean passed all the background checks; there was nothing suspicious about him. Believe me when I tell you I was very thorough: I wouldn’t just let anyone come so close to her. And when I found out by accident…” Jase deeply inhales, flustered, “…it was goddamned late, 10 days after he proposed.”
J’s eyes get big at the revelation: he had no idea about this part of the story and for once he keeps quiet and listens, intrigued.
“I went over to their house with my crew and dragged him out of bed in the middle of the night. Y/N was very agitated, not comprehending what was going on until I told her and showed the evidence. I’ll never forget the look on her face: she seemed so lost staring at those papers and pictures certifying that Sean was Matt Simmons, CIA agent infiltrating our lives in order to bring me down. He didn’t care about her; she was just an assignment…”
The Joker wants to finally reply, yet The Godfather won’t allow interference:
“He knew what was in store for him and he kept on begging, promising he was truly in love with her and stating he didn’t report to his superiors in a while and had no intention in doing so. Who knows?... Maybe he did love her after all…,” Jase straightens his shoulders. “I doubt Y/N heard any of his vows; she was too shocked to process the gravity of the news. I should have been more vigilant, but I didn’t see it coming: she yanked the gun out of my hand and shot him in the head. I think she regretted her choice the moment she pulled the trigger, but it was already too late…” your father mutters.
The Joker weights in all this information thrown at him since he had no clue you were the one that killed your ex: everyone assumed it must have been your father.
“Do you know how hard it is to watch your only child die a little bit more each day? I‘m not talking about death in the real sense of the word, but about the worst kind of demise: when you lose someone you loved so much that nothing else matters. And then you came along,” Jase shrieks getting to the conclusion he was aiming for since the beginning of the dialogue: “And you were infinitely more appalling than Sean: at least he was doing his job, while you were nothing but a greedy, manipulative asshole!”
The King of Gotham is so aggravated by The Godfather’s comments his heart is pounding out of his chest.
“Y-you can’t t-talk to me like this!!” he stands up to confront Jase but your parent is immune to the Clown’s threat.
“I can and I will!!” he yells. “That’s why you will do nothing! Got it?! Stay put! In the meantime, be grateful Y/N is such a saint offering safe haven to a little boy that’s not hers! If you think tending to Alexis is a piece of cake, THINK AGAIN!!!!!!” Jase lectures a stunned Joker to the point of starting a physical altercation, but he manages to contain himself and walks away towards the elevator, mumbling: “Son of a bitch!”
The Joker is left in the middle of the living room, completely stupefied at your father’s rant: it’s tough for him to grasp the notion of not being invincible or untouchable. And he is aware why Ezra came after him: because The King of Gotham did to his daughter the same thing that was done to you. J used her also in order to acquire what he wanted since his wife didn’t mind the little indiscretions as long as they were able to get richer, more powerful and influential. And now Nessa was lying 6 feet under after he barely escaped the ambush that almost claimed his life too.
Once his secret was out, everything came crashing down so fast he didn’t have time to process what it all meant: when you claw your way up without any remorse, you might end up bleeding worse than the ones you tear apart.
************
2 weeks later
Nixon is guiding The Joker around the patio, the final destination only a few feet away: he’s here to pick up his son and the bodyguard thought you’re still outdoors, yet there’s no sign of you or Alexis. Only Harvey Dent relaxing on the cozy sofa under the umbrella shadowing the guest from the late afternoon sunlight.
“Hm,” Nixon halts. “She was here a few minutes ago; I’ll go search for her. Please take a seat Mister Joker,” the man offers and J nonchalantly limps towards the ottoman opposite Two Face, sneering.
“Dent…”
Harvey taps his fingers on the mixed drink he’s holding, already annoyed by the green haired visitor.
“Joker…” he acknowledges the unwanted presence.
They watch in silence as the goon disappears inside the house before Dent inquires:
“Are you here to get your kid?”
“U-hum,” J admits. “You?”
“Visiting.”
The Joker tugs at his longer than usual locks gathered in a ponytail while bending over to grab a bottle of water from the table. A gust of wind blows a few shorter strands right on his face and he brushes them off, huffing.
“Y/N went to put your little boy to sleep; I guess he needed a nap,” Harvey communicates in such a sour manner it instantly irks J. “Some people wouldn’t recognize a good thing happening to their miserable existence even if they had it written black on white.”
The Clown grinds his teeth, vexed:
“You have s-something to say to me, D-Dent?!”
“Oh,” and the scarred ex-politician pauses before gulping down his cocktail,”I have plenty to say to you!”
The clash is inevitable but actually terminated before it blows out of proportions since you are coming out of the mansion.
J stands up and greets a displeased Y/N that was expecting him tomorrow morning, not that it really makes a difference: her world is turned upside down every time she sees him anyway.
“Alexis just fell asleep and I don’t want to wake him up,” you ignore his false politeness and march towards the two individuals postponing their brawl. “He often has nightmares after what happened with Ezra and it’s best to let him rest.”
“C-can I sleep here t-tonight then and we’ll take off in the m-morning?”
You are not a huge fan of the idea, yet you consent for the sake of the three year old that you took under your wing when you didn’t have to.
“OK. You can sleep in his room, there’s an extra bed in there. You can order food, one of my curriers can go pick it up for you. Or you can eat whatever you want from the fridge,” you extend your hospitality and bite in the same time: “I’m sure you remember where stuff is; nothing has changed except…everything.”
The Joker doesn’t reply and Harvey can’t help but realize how much you struggle to keep it together; he wonders if J realized also or if he even gives a damn. Probably not.
“Y/N,” Harvey intervenes. “When you have a moment, could we please work on my transaction?” he elegantly gets you out of the unpleasant meeting using the main reason he’s there for.
You momentarily snap out of it, grateful to oblige.
“Of course. Yes,” you add and escort him through the glass panels leading towards the stairs that will take Dent to the second floor where your bedroom is.
J is left alone, not that he doesn’t enjoy the solitude. He’s indeed debating on what he should have for dinner, maybe dishes he can share with his son after he wakes up from his nap. The Joker wishes to talk to you and he speculates you won’t want to listen to anything he has to say. Why bother?
He lost that privilege a long time ago.
*************
“How much would you like to invest?” you get on your laptop while Harvey is stretching on the leather sectional in front of the TV.
“Same as always, please.”
“Alright, it will take me a few seconds for the wire transfers between accounts,” you type in a frenzy and almost ignore his honest concern:
“Are you ok?”
“Huh?” you lift your head higher while glued to the screen: you crave the welcomed distraction so badly nothing else counts.
“Are you ok?” he repeats and the evasive response heightens his uneasiness regarding the apparent calm Y/N.
“I’m perfect, no worries,” you crack a smile and glance his way.
Dent scratches his scar, disputing on his next sentences.
“I’m asking because…e-hem…because you used to have this sparkle in your eyes and now it’s gone,” he blurs out before he loses confidence in his speech. “I know it’s not my place to comment, but I thought you should know someone noticed…”
Your hands stop on the keyboard and fighting the tears back is somehow so much harder than wearing the mask you parade with in front of everybody, including your father.
“You want to know how I noticed?” he pushes it more, hoping you will understand he’s well intended. “After Rachel died, I see the same emptiness daily when I look in the mirror. It might not be the same situation…”
“Harvey!!” you cut him off and he suddenly registers he’s out of line.
You sniffle and wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks, the bottled up emotions too strong to control.
“I’m very sorry,” he scoots over, upset he made you cry.
You start sobbing and Dent feels so bad he instantaneously curses his stupid decision.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I should have kept my mouth shut,” and he’s relieved when you grab his hand and squeeze it.
“Thank you,” you faintly articulate and Harvey offers the box of tissue from the coffee table with his free hand, still uneasy about your present condition. “You’re a good man,” you whisper and he shakes his head, regretfully informing:
“Used to be, honey. Used to be…”
You let go of his fingers and he softly caresses your shoulders since he doesn’t know what else to do.
“Yyyy/Nnnnn,” Alexis pushes the cracked door opened. “Ynnn/Nnnn,” he whines and you jump from your spot eager to lift him up in your arms.
“What is it sweetheart? Another bad dream?” you inquire and the little one rubs his eyes, pouting.
“Whe’s mommy?” he buries his face in your neck, comforted by the woman’s embrace.
“Your mommy’s very far away,” you signal Harvey to sit down since he’s preparing to flee. “I’ll return soon,” you wink and exit your bedroom in order to take the three year old back to his chamber.
“Whe’s daddy?” Alexis yawns and you gather the strength to be cheerful for an innocent child’s sake.
“Daddy will be here when you wake up,” you kiss his temple. “After your nap you can play in the backyard, then we’ll have dinner and you can watch cartoons, ok?”
“U-hum,” he agrees and you lay him in bed, covering him up with the soft blanket.
“Do you want your giraffe?” you push the toy on his pillow and he snatches it, sulking.
“I’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” Y/N soothes The Joker’s son the best way she can, reckoning if it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t be alive right now. And that makes her sadder.
The young boy got under her skin and even if he reminds her of his father’s deceit, she wouldn’t have it any other way; keeping Alexis close is a way to make sure she always stays alert:
When you give your heart away and it’s returned to you in pieces, a few will go missing each time it happens until there’s nothing left.
************
Two hours afterwards
J is walking towards your master bedroom, angered he left his cane on the patio: his leg is hurting and the limp only makes it worse. Ten minutes ago he received a text with new information that you and The Godfather will be interested in also: it might not change the situation as a whole, but the plot twist could ensure he takes full advantage of the forced alliance between LA and Gotham. That’s what The Joker does anyway: he exploits every tiny thing to his advantage and the fresh data is certainly no petty scrap.
The door to your room is still opened simply because when you have Alexis over you want him to have easy access to your quarters, most likely to snuggle under the covers with the nice lady that’s taking care of him.
J pries the door open and wants to call out your name when the sight compiles the opposite: you dozed off cuddled up to Harvey, both covered with his suits’ jacket. After you invited him to stay and watch a movie you passed out first and he didn’t dare wiggle; he just used his coat to ensure you’re not going to get cold with the AC blasting from the ceiling. Having Y/N near him felt genuinely peaceful and Dent snoozed without a care in the universe for the first time in years.
And even someone like The King of Gotham can’t help but discern the vague smile on Harvey’s lips: the smile of a man that’s been through hell and he’s finally granted a small piece of heaven.
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14.)Can’t get out of the building
With a break from the Mafia AU , we go back to our OG universe in the future...
I was going to add something else to this, but decided to keep it out for another fic
After having received a letter delivered by a small bird, Atlas was a little more relieved if he was being honest with himself. The letter was from Ula, handwritten as he recognized her writing and flowery scent coming off it, so things were finally looking better after their last conversation. In the letter, she requested that he meet her in the woods after she was done with her band practice, so that was where Atlas went once the time came.
The deer clown walked around as he heard leaves and twigs crunching beneath his shoes, scanning the area as birds were heard singing and there was a soft breeze all around. Atlas stretched his arms out as he was careful not to drop the latte in his hand before he lowered his hands once again, continuing on his way before stopping as he came across a large building.
It looked like an abandoned cottage alright, so that meant he just had to wait for Ula now. And then, a sweet flowery scent hit Atlas’ nose meaning that she was already there, and Atlas playfully rolled his eyes as he walked towards it, making sure the letter was still in his pocket. However, it never left his mind that he had never seem this cottage before.
“Is anybody home?” he called into the empty home, only hearing the ancient planks creak beneath him with every step he took. Atlas continued walking deeper into the building, looking everywhere for Ula who he guessed must have been hiding from him. Trying to scare him as always.
“Does a Shortcake happen to be somewhere around here?”
That’s when he heard a giggle that was Ula’s so he sneaked over to a room close to him. He peeked inside the room, catching a quick glance of long blonde hair which made him smirk before he jumped into the room.
“I found you!”
“Oh, you sure did.” came Ula’s voice as Atlas now saw her, and she held a hand on her lips as she gave a giggle. “I thought that you wouldn’t end up coming, Bambi.~”
“Did you think I would get scared or something?”
“Maybe.~”Ula asked as she placed her hands onto Atlas’ chest, giggling once again while fluttering her eyelashes. “But I also thought that Basil would scare you on the way here.”
“What?”Atlas furrowed his eyebrows before feeling Ula pull herself away, giving a snap of her hands as Atlas heard something creak behind him. He turned and slightly flinched at the loud sound of the bedroom door shutting, this being due to a hand that slammed it shut.
“I thought we would be...”Atlas turned back to Ula who reached up to grab her hair that, starting from the top, turned into an orange color as her eyeshadow disappeared and blue markings under her eyes turned into purple curved-like triangles with a yellow circle. “...alone.”
“Good afternoon Atlas.~”spoke Ula with a giggle, though it was no longer her voice as she completely changed into a shorter figure, one Atlas recognized as being Flora, with Basil behind him and in front of the door.
“No...I, I gotta go-”
“There’s no leaving here Atlas.”Flora fluttered her eyelashes while fixing her gloves, then turning to look at Basil. “You can move from the door, you know.”
“After what you guys did last time, I don’t want to talk to either of you.”
“Oh don’t worry, Basil won’t talk.”
“Where’s Ula?”
“Oh please.”Flora looked over at Basil who continued staring at Atlas. “You really didn’t think Ula sent you a handwritten letter, did you? The last letter she wrote like that was to somebody else who actually sent letters to her.”
“I’m not hearing any of this.” Atlas shook his head before turning and heading towards the door, being slightly startled as one of Basil’s green claws slammed itself on it. “Let me through, I am not afraid of either of you.”
“Basil, let him go.” Flora smiled before Basil retrieved his hand, Atlas watching it slither behind him which made him even more nervous than he already was. He turned back to the door, turning the doorknob as he now opened it. However, his eyes widened at the sight of razor sharp teeth and a long, slithering tongue before he shut the door in a panic.
“What the hell was that thing!?”
“Excuse you, that was Twoey.”Flora rolled her eyes as she spoke in a matter-of-fact-y tone. “They’re there making sure you don’t leave of course.”
“A giant...whatever it is! That thing, you think nobody’s going to notice that!?”
“Oh posh Atlas, nobody ever really notices a pocket dimension that exists inside a little girl’s basket.”Flora giggled as Atlas’ eyes widened. “But the point here is, we brought you over because we want to talk. And talk only.”
“If I listen and am not treated like last time, will you let me go?”
“Of course.” Flora nodded before Basil snapped his fingers, chairs appearing behind him and his sister which they sat down on. At the same time, another appear behind Atlas before it moved behind him, making him fall back on it as he now sat in front of the siblings, divided by a table full with a tea set as Flora served.
“Tea?”
“No thanks.”
“Hm, your loss.”she shrugged before taking her teacup. “Mother makes the best teas ever, she’s practically a witch with what she adds to them.”
“What do you guys want with me?” Atlas interrupted as he glared at the siblings, though he knew he was no match against Basil’s expression that never ceased.
“Well, first of, we want to say that we no doubt started on the wrong foot. Especially with Basil being petty to you since the day you met those many years ago.” Flora started before taking a sip from her tea. “And we have been treating you rather badly.”
“Yeah, thanks for telling me. I never realized that.”
“Anyways. Our point here is that we wanted to...well, let me say this before anything. My brother and I have a certain goal that we hope to achieve, no matter what we must do.”
“Okay, and what does this have to do with me?”
“Now, that’s the thing. It doesn’t, but you’re in the way.” Flora stated before Atlas furrowed his eyebrows. “And don’t even try reading our minds, we’re so far past those funny party tricks.”
“What’s-”
“Our goal we will not share.”Flora interrupted Atlas who frowned a little deeper. “But, I can tell you that as we attempt to reach it, we don’t want anymore...conflicts.”
“Okay.”
“So, we want to apologize.”
Atlas’s eyes widened as he stared at Flora and then Basil, shaking his head as he tried to comprehend what was just said.
“Wait, what?”
“We want to apologize.”Flora repeated before Atlas checked the teacup he had been offered, realizing it was still full.
“You guys didn’t do anything weird to me, right? I mean, besides putting me in a pocket dimension with some creature making sure I don’t get out.”
“No, Atlas. We want to apologize to you, unless you don’t want it nor the truce we offer.”
“No, tell me.”
“Well as I’ve already said three times, we want to offer you an apology for all the trouble we have brought upon you. Mother nor father never taught us to act in such a way.”Flora served herself some more tea, taking a sniff of its sweet scent. “And so, we offer a truce. You stop being a jealous deer every time Ula talks to any other person that is not from your family or friend group. You especially refrain from feeling any sort of jealousy when she talks to Schrader who she wants a friendship from. And, you stop feeling like a damn rebound, you idiot.”
Atlas’ eyes widened at Flora’s words, raising a hand to speak before she lifted a finger to silence him.
“We know how you feel about the whole situation, and we find it hurtful that you blame Ula for this.”
“Blame her!?”
“Yes, Atlas, blame her! Maybe you don’t realize it but you think to yourself,” Flora cleared her throat before her voice changed into Atlas’. “Ula didn’t tell me that her ex-boyfriend was back, I had to learn from her friends! Ula didn’t accept my comfort when she needed it, she instead went to some kids I hate! Ula didn’t tell me that she was going to go talk to her ex-boyfriend before going to him! Sound familiar?”
“I...”
“Exactly Atlas.”Flora shook her head while taking a sip from her tea before hissing at him. “So selfish. Ula doesn’t have to tell you everything she does, and she doesn’t always have to rely on you for everything. She has other friends and family, yet you feel like the top priority for being her boyfriend. Was she your priority while you were on trips with your grandfather?”
“I, no...wait, I, I don’t-”
Flora waved a hand before Atlas’ mouth was closed shut, and he struggled to open it.
“I don’t want to hear it. I just want to know, if you accept this truce. In turn, we will respect your relationship with Ula and not interfere. Though, I can’t promise Basil won’t be all over her like a baby to its mother.” Flora waved her hand once again, letting Atlas open his mouth. “Now, what about it?”
Atlas stared in between the siblings who stared at him, both radiating disturbing vibes...if they were being honest...
“And what if you do continue on with this behavior?” he asked before the siblings turned to each other, then glancing back at him.
“We’ll be out of your lives. For good.” Flora spoke, whispering the last part before she nudged Basil, and he lifted a hand towards Atlas. “Now, let’s shake on it, yes?”
Atlas squinted his eyes at Basil’s hand, slowly lifting his own and bringing it towards Basil’s. He didn’t want last time to be repeated yet, it sounded like a pretty good deal. After what seemed like hours, Atlas’ hand finally grabbed Basil’s, feeling how it was rather rough. Soon, they shook hands as Atlas gave a quiet sigh of relief.
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Jerome Valeska x Reader - Split Part 3
Reader grew up in the circus with Jerome. She has a split personality and Jerome helps her with it.
PART 1 PART 2 PART 4
"Right this way." A police office spoke, guiding Y/N and Jerome through the precinct until they came to an interrogation room. Pushing them in, they walked though the door, instantly spotting Jim, Lee and Mr Cicero.
"Hi Jerome, Y/N. Please take a seat. You know Mr Cicero from the show." Jim spoke once he saw them causing Mr Cicero to freeze. Y/N and Jerome sitting next to him, Jerome in the middle.
"Yes, sir." "Hello Mr Cicero." Jerome and Y/N spoke at the same time.
"Good evening Jerome, Y/N." The blind man spoke, turning and glancing in their direction.
"Do you know why your here?" Gordon spoke, looking between the three people sat opposite him.
"Did you find out who killed our parents?" Jerome leaned forward when he asked, acting clueless.
"You both killed your parents." Jerome and Y/N recoiled in shock at his words.
"Us?" Y/N's lip quivered as she spoke.
"You killed them in your trailer. Mr Cicero told you to scratch the Satanist stuff on the knife and throw it off the bridge." The bluntness in his tone shocked everyone in the room. Y/N no longer felt the same amount of sadness at killing her parents, Jerome had convinced her that she shouldn't be sad, they beat her. She still felt guilty at killing someone though. She let tears well in her eyes, trying to hide the fact she was guilty.
"Sir, that's absurd and-and offensive." Jerome stuttered, trying not to get caught.
"But it's the truth. What I don't know is why this man risked so much to help you. I think he's your father." Gordon smiled, the smile clearly fake. Y/N gasped at the statement as Jerome tried to deny it.
Jerome scoffed, shaking his head, "You don't know what you're talking about. My father was a sea captain." Y/N nodded along to Jerome's words, confirming them.
"Am I wrong Mr Cicero?" Gordon sighed.
"Yes." The short answer from Mr Cicero made Y/N doubtful, she stayed silent and let Jerome handle it.
"He was a sea captain. His name was Sven Karlsen. He died at sea." Y/N grew nervous seeing Jerome starting to get agitated, hoping he didn't break his act.
"What was the name of his ship?" Jim looked down, he actually looked regretful at having to revealing to Jerome who his true father was.
"He worked on a lot of different ships." Jerome shook his head, his tears close to falling down his cheeks.
"The one he went down in?" Jim asked, Y/N heart broke for Jerome as she realised he was speaking the truth.
"She never said." Jerome spoke sadly, shaking his head causing Y/N to grab his hand to comfort him, him squeezing her hand to show his appreciation of the gesture.
"We could do a blood test to prove I'm right. Takes only half an hour to get a fool proof result. Isn't that right Dr Thompkins?" He turned around, glancing at Lee who looked extremely uncomfortable at the situation
"Yes." She nodded, looking down sadly.
"Save yourself a needle."
"I do hate needles. I'm sorry Jerome." Mr Cicero spoke disheartened, Jerome tensed and slowly turned to face him as Y/N watched the interaction with wide eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Jerome questioned, his voice breaking, indicating to Y/N he was losing his act.
"He's right. I am you father."
"No, you're not. Why would you say that?!" Jerome shook his head, tears starting to fall down his face.
"You must have suspected the truth."
"You're not my father. My mother would never-" Jerome began only for Mr Cicero to cut him off mid sentence.
"Your mother was a cruel woman. She was often unkind to me, but she did once love me in her own way. And she loved you very much. That's why she gave you a better father." Mr Cicero spoke, reaching for Jerome's hands only for him to pull them away.
Dipping his head down, Jerome started to sob as Y/N sighed knowing he was going to reveal his true self. Insane laughter replacing his tears, Jerome looked up seeing the shocked faces of Jim and Lee before turning to Mr Cicero.
"My mother was a cold hearted whore who never loved anyone. And she'd never touch a pathetic old creep like you." He hissed, his voice returning to his usual cold, dark tone as Mr Cicero flinched at his words.
"All these years do you think I was kind to you because I'm such a good man? If I wasn't your father, would I have helped you as I have after what you did?" His words cause Jerome to look at Gordon, then Y/N, then back to Mr Cicero.
"My father. Hm. I'll be damned." He laughed, staring at Jim and Lee's horrified faces as Y/N fought to keep her other side from showing up, knowing it would make everything worse.
"Oh it's very funny," Jerome broke off laughing darkly before making drum movements with his hands, "BA-DUM-SHH. Looks like the bitch got me with a zinger in the end."
"Why did you kill your mother Jerome?" Gordon asked, a serious look on his face, forgetting about Y/N for the meanwhile.
Making dismissive hand gestures, Jerome spoke "Oh you know how mothers are. She just kept pushing. And I'm like, 'fine mom, be a whore. Be a drunken whore even. But don't be a nagging drunken whore.' You know? Don't come yell at me to do the dishes if you've BEEN BANGING A CLOWN IN THE NEXT ROOM! You know?" Jerome snapped, slamming his fist into the table before bursting into insane laughter.
"What about you?" Gordon finally asked Y/N, after Jerome's sinister laughter had ended, a tense atmosphere coating the room.
"She's innocent. It was me not her." Jerome hissed leaning forwards, wanting to prevent her from being locked up with him.
"Why did you kill your parents Y/N?"
Lifting her head to stare at him, she tilted her head slightly, "Oh, I didn't kill them. Well, not exactly."
"Y/N. Don't." Jerome warned, knowing she was close to breaking. He knew that if Gordon found out about her split personality then she would go straight to Arkham.
"If it wasn't you, then who did?" Gordon asked, ignoring Jerome's comment, focused entirely on the pale girl.
"She really wants to meet you. Won't stop nagging. I've been trying to hold her off since we entered the room. She's really angry." Y/N spoke the last part to Jerome, turning and facing him as he shook his head at her.
"Who is she?" Lee asked stepping forward.
Seeing her eyes flicker, Jerome grabbed her hand, trying desperately to protect her, "Don't."
"Mommy called me a bitch. Then my dear old dad hurled a bottle at my head. Poor little Y/N wouldn't do anything about it, so I did. It was fun." She smirked, keeping eye contact with Jerome the entire time.
"What?" Lee whispered confused and terrified.
"Y/N has a...how to put it? Split personality." Jerome turned to look at Gordon, explaining as Y/N kept her gaze on him.
"Can we go now? We were in the middle of something when you rang. Tut tut. You have no manners Jimmy boy." Y/N spoke, finally turning to look at a wide eyed Jim, Jerome grinning at her words.
"You're both insane. GUARDS!" He shouted just as Y/N pulled Jerome into a steamy kiss, making Lee turn away embarrassed.
"Take them to Arkham Asylum." He spoke, four guards pulling them apart and placing them in hand cuffs. Hurrying them away to be transported to Arkham Asylum, Jerome's eyes widened as he realised they would be in separate cells and when Y/N goes back to normal, she will wake up by herself not knowing what happened.
"Y/N!" He tried to grab her but the guards simply shoved him into the transport van, Y/N being shoved in after wards.
"Ah Arkham. I wonder what fun we'll have there?" She smirked at him, a smirk forming on his face as he leaned towards her.
"You're gonna need to try and not switch back. The other Y/N won't survive in there, you will. Don't worry dollface. I'll get us out." He winked and blew a kiss.
"Oh I don't plan on switching back for awhile, ginger." She grinned, blowing a kiss and leaning her head back against the side of the van.
They both sat, staring at each other as they thought about what the asylum would be like. One thing they knew however, was that nobody would split them up.
Nobody would ever split them up.
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reading hamlet for the first time (act 5: the finale)
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none of you told me it was going to be this painful . none of you.
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“Ophelia’s dead.”
“Enter CLOWNS!”
Like im sure this has a different meaning in EMA but im gonna make fun of it because it’s fucking hilarious. (future (present? (now past once more (?))) antares coming back to say i did look at nfs and yeah theyre gravediggers)
“First Clown: What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
Second Clown: The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.”
damn not even just this one quote but these are some depressing clowns
hamlet and horatio!
okay there’s something about all of hamlet’s skull talk that makes me uneasy. like, not even the topic, just something in the words and how earnestly and (pardon my pun) gravely hamlet’s speaking about this. and it’s almost a mournful tune, too. it’s a huge difference from his “we’ll all be eaten by the same worms” speech to the point that it’s almost haunting.
“HAMLET: I will speak to this fellow.”
C O N F R O N T
“HAMLET: I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.”
(incomprehensible scribbling)
HAMLET, NOT IN ENGLAND: oh yeah lol he was sent to england huh u know why lmao
wait. did the. did the pirate situation get resolved. before act V.
I mean i think hamlet mentioned something about three years but the pirates are so fucking glossed over like what the fuck
“First Clown: 'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.”
HOLY SHIT ROAST THEM JFC
“HAMLET: Let me see. (Takes the skull)”
THIS IS THE SKULL SCENE! I fucking KNEW it was bullshit that holding the skull was in the to be/not to be speech. I saw it being presented as such like once or twice while reading and I KNEW IT
hm okay so hamlet picks up this guys skull, of someone he used to know, and sure maybe i could ignore the “those lips i have kissed” but then he goes on to mention alexander the great and i mean come on
but jesus like i feel like im not doing justice to the stuff hamlet’s saying. just, the gravity of it all. Its kinda hitting home a bit hard bc like ive had a crippling fear of what happens after death and being forgotten etc since i was like in fourth grade and this is @ing that phobia
like, with that julius ceasar thing. “O that that earth which kept the world in awe / should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw,” it’s so strange. like, every fucking human who has lived, whether they be emperors, murderers, inventors, peasants, or philanthropists- as long as they weren’t blind, they’ve all looked at the same sky. like. It doesnt matter what the fuck you did or didn’t. It’s wild.
“First Priest: No more be done: We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted souls.”
hey i get that there are cultural taboos around suicide but like this guy’s a dick it isnt even clear if it was suicide, like, she was so fucking crazy she might not have even known she was, y’know, in a lake or w/e
laertes, dude, my guy. maybe jumping into a grave is cosmic foreshadowing for something you don’t want to happen to you. js.
“HAMLET: [Advancing] What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane. (Leaps into the grave)”
hamlet is NOT one to be out-extra’d (posting-antares here to say, wait, ‘whose phrase of sorrow conjures the stars? is this my aesthetic-speeches-summon-ghosts theory? probably not, but i havent mentioned it for a while)
“LAERTES: The devil take thy soul! (Grappling with him)”
IN A FUCKING GRAVE. THEY ARE FIGHTING. IN A GRAVE.
all because hamlet doesn’t want to be out-extra’d. my god.
“QUEEN GERTRUDE: This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.”
Ah yes gertie just talk about the distraught and angry madman as if he isn’t there. that’ll diffuse the situation.
You know what? We still haven’t discussed the pirates.
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“HAMLET: So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other; You do remember all the circumstance?”
If this isn’t gonna be about the pirates im gonna. scream.
“HAMLET: My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,-- O royal knavery!--an exact command, Larded with many several sorts of reasons Importing Denmark's health and England's too, With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, My head should be struck off.”
god, though. imagine that. being exiled to another country by the person who killed your father, only to find out that they were going to have you killed, anyways. that’s fucking terrifying. jesus christ.
Damn this idea that pretty handwriting is ~beneath~ nobles confuses me so fucking much. I got called haughty once just because my main handwriting is cursive. I mean, they were right, but their evidence was circumstantial at best.
“HAMLET: That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow'd.”
Hamlet’s Revenge.
but also, what the fuck, dude. two wrongs dont make a right.
damn i kinda lost myself while reading but it really doesn’t sound like hamlet’s insane anymore. Like he’s… tempered himself. he doesn’t feel insane, just solemn.
“OSRIC: Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark.
HAMLET: I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?”
goddamn ROAST HIM HAMLET (also what a fucking mood)
Osric put on your fucking ha--
The wind is
The wind is northerly
“HAMLET: No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.”
I remember someone saying that this is important
Okay here: “HAMLET: I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.”
oh no
Osric just wear ur fucking hat u doof
“OSRIC: Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as 'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,--
HAMLET: I beseech you, remember-- (HAMLET moves him to put on his hat)”
excuse me a WAGER
but alas all hamlet cares about is osric’s fucking hat
“HAMLET: What's his weapon?
OSRIC: Rapier and dagger.
HAMLET: That's two of his weapons: but, well.”
hamlet u sarcastic little shit i love you
I mean so is horatio. I love him too.
This stuff with the competition is. not gonna end well. not at well.
“HAMLET: I do not think so: since he went into France, I have been in continual practise: I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter.”
hamlet no. listen to your heart or whatever. jesus christ don’t do it.
“HORATIO: Nay, good my lord,--”
HAMLET LISTEN TO HORATIO
Ohhh hamlet
okay reading what laertes said, you know what? i’m giving laertes one last chance. please do not prove me a fool, laertes.
everything is giving me mad anxiety. e v e r y t h i n g.
claud’s speech is insanely sketchy
“KING CLAUDIUS: [Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.”
One, so that’s why it was sketchy. Two, the POISONED CUP?
IT’S TOO LATE?
Gertie’s. Dead.
Shit, shit, shit
“LAERTES: [Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.”
YES! SO PLEASE! STOP FIGHTING!
“LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES.”
Oh no oh no oh jeez eheu they’re hurting each other, shit, fuck,
“LAERTES: ...woodcock…”
“KING CLAUDIUS: She swounds to see them bleed.
QUEEN GERTRUDE: No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,-- The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. (Dies)”
one, i love how claud is desperatley trying to stick to the plan, its almost adorable in a childish sort of way. two, oh god. ohhh god. gertie.
Oh no.
this is the bloodbath. THIS IS THE BLOODBATH.
BODY COUNT: 1
“HAMLET: The point!--envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work. (Stabs KING CLAUDIUS)”
...
BODY COUNT: 2
wait and hamlet’s on death row, as with laertes. Oh no.
“LAERTES: He is justly served; It is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, Nor thine on me. (Dies)’
oh my god already??? I haven’t even really accepted king claud’s death?? jesus christ??
My friend just sorta nudged me and asked if i was alright and i. I’m not. i’m in shock. goddamn. what?
BODY COUNT: 3
goodness thats three in like less than thirty seconds JESUS CHRIST
“HAMLET: Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.I am dead, Horatio.”
that’s chilling. just, the poignancy. that’s so fucking spectral. i’m not okay.
“HORATIO: Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: Here's yet some liquor left.”
No no no on no nononon NO NO oh my god are you going to-
“HAMLET: As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. … If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.”
hey i’m crying in study hall. i’m actually crying. what the fuck. I don’t cry unless i’m thinking about that one pair of 18th century shoes with the really good photo quality (transcribing-antares here. I fucking love those shoes. I’m looking at them right now and they’re so fucking beautiful. they look how velvet feels, which is odd, bc they're apparently silk. I don’t care they’re just so fucking lovely)
F O R T I N B R A S?
“HAMLET: O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit.”
I’ve identified my emotion. Dread. pure, unadulterated Dread.
for all of you that’ve listened to the penumbra podcast: do you remember the concierge, right before final resting place, saying “you do realize you can just like, leave, and everything will be hunky dory and you won’t have to deal with the emotional consequences this episode will bring you” because i’m seriously considering doing that right now.
“HAMLET: The rest is silence. (Dies)”
shit. (posting-antares here to say that i forgot to do the body count but honestly im crying while formating because of this goddamn fucking 400 year old play)
“HORATIO: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince…”
oh god. horatio.
“Good night sweet prince…”
(yet again tis transcribing-antares here to say that im fucking sobbing right now, the shoes are no match for this, and ‘goodnight sweet prince’ is actually never going to leave my head.) (editing-antares here to say im fucking crying again god fucking damn it) (posting-antares back again saying that this fucking line. this line. my god.)
“HORATIO: What is it ye would see? If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.”
oh, horatio. god. that isn’t something said without tears staining your skin and a bitter tone hard-won, not that its possession is a victory.
oh my god. this can’t. no. this can’t end like this. What. no. people must have rioted. No. no!!
i typically hate it but i would GLADLY accept a deus ex machina right about now!!
okay my friend just took my phone away from me and shut it off because i kept on trying to scroll past the end
jesus christ
okay so i’m not going to be okay for like, several eternities, so im going to play the sims until i. until i die, probably. my god.
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#shush antares#antares reads hamlet#thE PIRATES WERE NEVER ADDRESSED#also im crying but im STILL ANGRY#mostly in shock tho
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Relationship 101- MCxHunt & MCxTeja Desai (Red Carpet Diaries and Hollywood U crossover)
In this fic Maddie (HWU MC) and Professor Hunt are on a double date with Alice (Maddie’s half-sister and RCD MC) and Teja Desai. Maddie explains how they work their relationship out after being asked by the girls how they do it.
“-So we shouted at each other and then we waited for it to blow over and it did ” my sister animatedly finished explaining a feud she had recently. My fiancé next to me looks bored with the conversation but is hiding it from the girls. “Well I’m glad it did work out” I reply “I wish there were other ways of doing working things out” my sister’s girlfriend says “oh Maddie how do you two work out your troubles in the relationship?” My sister asks me. We’re sitting on a double date in a coffee house in Hollywood two months before biggest day of my life. Thomas Hunt, my ex-Professor and now fiancé is sitting on my left. My sister, Alice is sat with her current girlfriend Teja opposite us. I smile at that “We have three methods depending on where we are.” Thomas says finally joining in the conversation “ohh do tell how you’ve managed to be engaged for a year to my nightmare of a sister” Alice says “Maddie will tell you because one of the methods is extremely tedious- and she definitely can be a handful Alice” Thomas agrees “hey!” I exclaim “we could do with the help” Teja says “well ladies- welcome to relationship 101 with Maddie Jenkins...”
Method 1- Improvisation
“The next part of the lesson on improvisation” I sigh at Hunt’s voice along with the rest of the class I start to zone out as Hunt drivels on about something and my thoughts turn to the date on Catalina Island we went on how we almost got rumbled by Jenni and her camera, how I started to panic and almost drop everything to go back to campus assuming that he wanted that, how he proved me wrong but something is still bothering me “I will I need a volunteer” the class is quiet “I’ll pick someone then” he says he pauses his eyes scanning the room “Maddie Jenkins” I snap out of my daze “since you were paying so much attention why don’t you come down and help me improvise a scene” he says impatiently, and looking annoyed at me “ok” I shrug and walk down to the stage. “This scene Maddie and I will play a couple who are trying to sort things out after a argument just as an example” and we start the scene. I look upset and look down at my shoes. Thomas looking crossly at me as he walks up to me “so what? We’re done- you chase me for years and just like that we’re done?” I ask him he looks at me I don’t look at him “it’s your decision” he says “what did I do wrong?” I ask quietly “you don’t pay any attention to what I am saying” he says “I do” “when?” He says furiously “all the time- I try to anyway but I’ve got a lot on my mind” “like what?” “Like how hot you are” I say we earn a few light hearted chuckles “and you never tell me anything” “don’t I ?” I ask “no” he says “I mean I have a lot on my mind” “then tell me!” He exclaims then he calms down “I’m sorry. What’s wrong?” He says calmly looking at me and putting his hands on my shoulders “the last date- you said you were all in this- I’m doubting what you said” “I told you the truth” he says “and now you’re threatening to leave- is it my fault?” I say “no it’s not I’m sorry for ever blaming you for anything- I’m not going anywhere and I keep telling you this” he says “sorry for doubting you- I’m sorry for everything” I say “I’m sorry too- I’m not going anywhere” he says “ever” he pulls me into a quick hug and I know that he’s not acting but he does not let it linger so that the others don’t know he’s not acting. He pulls away and clears his throat “and that is how you improvise a scene- Maddie sit back down” he says “yes Professor” I say and sit back down in my seat knowing it’s alright and that I don’t have to worry.
We used to use this a lot when we were in public and still a secret to the press at least. We’d use the excuse that Thomas was helping me out with the improvisation I was struggling with.
Method 2- having an argument with clown noses on.
I’m walking in the shop and just at the till we’re a couple of clown noses I take them and pay. Bringing them home them as a joke however when i show them to him Thomas is not impressed “no I’m not wearing it” “oh come on Thomas I saw it online- it’ll mean we’ll have less arguments” “you always have bad ideas don’t you?” ” he sighs “hey I have good ideas sometimes” “and this isn’t one of them” “just give it a try” he puts on the nose and I put on mine and we instantly burst out laughing not being able to take each other seriously “see? It works” “it’s still a silly idea but I’ll tolerate it. As long as we I don’t wear it in front of other people- deal?” “Deal”
We do this If we felt there was an argument coming on over a minor thing we’d use clown noises so that we’d never take each other seriously. Thomas did not like this idea but actually it works. And he’s warmed to it. If we feel a fight over dinner coming on we put on the noses. If we find ourselves fighting over what to do that day we put the noses on. You kind of get the gist.
Method 3- note passing.
We’d gotten into a fight. Over something silly. It’s so silly I can’t even remember what it was over. I was sat on the floor leaning against the door sobbing angrily. That’s when I saw a folded piece of paper slide under the door. “can you open the door?” It reads I get a pen from my bag “no” I write back and slide it back a new piece of paper slides through “you’re right- I was wrong- I should have listened” “you should have thought about that before you left me in that room” I push the paper back “I didn’t know that Bianca would pour pigs blood all over you Carrie style- and couldn’t stick up for you the first thing tomorrow I’m going to have a word with her” he writes oh yeah it was that. I went home and showered, changed and then refused to speak to him and when he came home I locked our room because I was mad that he said he couldn’t do anything properly because of evidence “really?” “Promise” I stand up drying my eyes and I unlock the door open it and find him stood on the other side of the door I hug him tightly “I’m sorry”.
We use this if the fight gets serious and it’s terrible. We also use it if we weren’t talking in public and people just assume we’re being cute with notes.
“-And that’s it” “nice clown story” Teja says “we should try that” Alice says “oh you’d just laugh at me” Teja says “you know I would” “guys can you cut the flirting down- younger half sister here” I say “and future in-law” I add indicating to Thomas “well I’m definitely coming to you for relationship advice in the future we’ve switched rolls I used to give all the advice to you” “hmm you gave me the advice to flirt with the guy I liked until he caves” I say “it worked didn’t it?” She laughs “yeah but that’s not the point” I say “well i’m back to shooting in twenty minutes” Teja says “come on Alice” the two get up “thanks for the coffee and the conversation” Alice says “it’s alright there’s no need to thank us I enjoyed it” I grin “I think it was an adequate coffee date” Thomas adds “you enjoyed it really” I say to him “maybe I did but I’m not going to admit it” he says “bye you two” Teja says “see you two later- remember we’re picking out your bridesmaids dresses with Addison later this week” Alice says “it’s my wedding how could I forget about the bridesmaids dresses?” I say “I’ll remind you Thursday morning like I did with reminding Thomas to go with Chris and Ethan and look for suits two weeks ago” she says next to me Thomas cringes and I smile “yeah you do that. Goodbye Alice, bye Teja” I say and the two leave.
“You’re good at relationship advice” Thomas says putting his arm around me “am I? I was just trying to be a good sister” “well you did a good job of it nonetheless” he smiles at me “come on we’d better get looking at that colour scheme before you start your new secret project next week” I say getting up “you’re loving this aren’t you” “I’m 20. I’m bored. I’ve got nothing else to do” I say he gets up “the clown noses idea is still a ridiculous method” he says “it works doesn’t it?” I say as we start to walk out of the coffee shop “Thomas?” I ask teasingly “hm?” He replies “did you really forget you were looking at suits two weeks ago and my sister had to remind you?” He sighs at my teasing “You’re never going to forget this are you?” “Nope”
That’s the story. Sorry I haven’t uploaded in a while college got in the way. But I thought it would be interesting to see Maddie and Thomas’ relationship after HWU and what their relationship would be like in RCD (considering Hunt is in RCD and my head cannon is it takes place during or just after HWU).
#hollywood u: rising stars#mc#professor hunt#mcxhunt#choices: red carpet diaries#mc x teja#teja desai#pixelberry
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11 Questions
Rules: 1. Always post the rules 2. Answer the questions given to you by the person who tagged you 3. Write 11 questions of your own 4. Tag 11 people I was tagged by @crookedlovestory ! Thanks so much for tagging me! I love answering questions aha ♪( ´▽｀) Emily's Questions: 1. what tv show are you currently bingeing? who are your favorite characters? Um I'm not watching anything currently cause I'm on vacation, but the last show I binge watched was the Flash. I'd have to say my fav characters are between Barry, Iris, and Cisco. Barry cause he's cute and dorky at times, Iris because of her determination and friendly nature, and Cisco because of the puns :^) and overall that he can play both the clown and show everyone up with a scientific explanation for happenings 2. what is your guilty pleasure? Russel Stouffer eggs hhhh. I only get them if they go on sale, around the holidays, and even then it's not always easy so get my favorite flavors (because they sell out quick when cheap enough). My favorites are red velvet, truffle, and coconut cream. 3. what’s your biggest character flaw? (just being me in general) Um I'd have to say my depression is probably the biggest flaw I have currently. It comes up when people (my parents) yell at me, because I'm trying my best but even that never seems to be good enough. And when I get into that state I shut down physically, and mentally loop on the negatives on how useless I am as a person. It usually also comes up when I'm in a stressful situation, for ex when I'm overloaded with school and social and home problems at the same time. Though recently I've noticed I get it at random times now too, so idk. I just go along with it at this point. 4. did you have an imaginary friend as a kid? what were they like? what was their name? Ha.. Yeah I had an imaginary friend, when I was a little on the older side of childhood (middle school), though there's kind of a backstory to him. I was ahead of the curve with relationships amongst my friends, starting as early as 5th grade (compared to most who started in 7th or 8th). But the ones I had at the time sucked because the guy got bored or stopped caring or was too far away for anything to happen. I tried to move onto other guys, but when I tried to ask them out (yes I was /that/ kind of person) I always got rejected. Of course to my friends I played it off as no big deal, but each time I got rejected, each time after I asked a guy out he would ignore me like I wasn't even there despite us having classes together, it got to me and wore me down. So to compensate I guess my overactive imagination came up with the "perfect guy" so I wouldn't have to worry about being rejected any more, because he would always be there for me.. His name was Marcus. He's Japanese/White mix, about 6 feet tall with a slight muscular build. I used to have trouble sleeping at night because of the insecurities that built up after the rejections, after seeing my other friends have successful relationships so easily despite how much effort I put into starting my own and being shot down.. But in those times- again my overactive imagination came into play- I felt a presence on me that I manifested into Marcus, so that I could imagine someone being there with me, someone who could comfort me and make me feel like everything would be okay. For a while that helped, but it got out of control pretty quickly. Into high school I stopped imagining things like that, or having dreams about him and I, where I could experience a healthy relationship. At that point I gave up on trying to have a relationship, and figured it would be easier just to fill in that spot on Facebook so people would stop bugging me about finding someone. So I made a Facebook account under his name, Marcus Takahashi (I deleted the actual account, but I made a fictional character page that a lot of people have begun to like recently ?) and made it look like we were in a relationship. What I didn't expect was my mother-like friends to come on and start asking a bunch of questions like 'how did you two meet?' and 'where are you from?' and other informational stuff that I didn't want to answer so suddenly.. so I just knocked it off and told people it was just a joke. After that I ditched the idea of Marcus as my imaginary friend and adopted him more an an original character. So he's still around, it's just the context of his character is different now. 5. if you could tell your past self anything, what would it be? Don't fret so much over relationships. That is by far the most destructive thing you can do so early in life (at least speaking from my past experiences). If you express interest in someone and they don't put as much effort as you do into maintaining the relationship, drop them right then and there. It isn't worth the emotional and mental stress of blaming yourself for things you're not even at fault at. Just focus on the friendships you have and things will work out fine in the end. 6. what’s your favorite flower? why? ohh hmm. I think the plumeria would be one of my favorites. My grandma used to have a yellow plant in her backyard, near her pool, and I always thought it was the prettiest thing.. And as I got older and my family and I took walks around the neighborhood, I noticed a lot of people had them in their yards in a bunch of different colors. I think nowadays my favorite one of that species is the pink plumeria because it looks and smells really nice. 7. recommend one of your favorite books. what is it about? why do you recommend it? Boy oh boy. I have a lot of favorite books, but recently my favorite has been Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. The pov from the main character is nerdy and dorky, but relatable a lot of the time. Plus it has a bunch of old, obscure video game references which is pretty cool. I grew up with the games mentioned in the book, so it's kinda nostalgic reading about them. Totally would suggest others to read it. 8. what is a quote that has resonated with you? why is it important to you? Okay this is going to sound kinda stupid compared to all those inspirational quotes out there, but I really like this quote I found in a fan fiction, where the character says, "my sexual desires can be equated to the thirst of a camel". It was a pretty bad fanfiction (not really bad, just too cheesy even for my taste) but I thought that quote was absolutely perfect. Even after I dropped reading it, I kept a screenshot from that for the last three years because it's pretty accurate for me. I joke about it a lot with my boyfriend (which makes him cry a bit but it's still pretty funny). 9. what’s your favorite emoji? Hm. I think 👌🏼 or ✌🏼 would be my favorite ones because I use it a lot in my twitter posts. Like I'll update with something and be like 'this cool thing happened to me dudes 👌🏼👌🏼' or whatever. And I use the peace sign a lot irl so they're pretty useful. 10. what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had? *inhales* boi I have a bunch of weird dreams haha.. Um I think one of the weirder ones was from when I was younger.. It was the tail end of elementary school and I had a crush on these three boys that were best friends. I had a dream where I found them at Soak City, but it was super distorted (because almost all my dream places are). So we stood at the top of the colored slides and instead of being their normal height, they were probably 3-4 times that, and on rickety stilts instead. Of course one of the guys told me is was okay to slide down the red slide, so I made a jump for it (scary af). We went on another ride after that (I forget which) and then I followed the guys to the log ride. The guys went in, but I got sidetracked because I saw a cat in the planters next to the entrance. I went over to pet the cat and next thing I know there's a bunch of them surrounding me and meowing. I thought that was awesome at first cause I love cats, but next thing I know they're all scratching me and I kept flinging them off me because I was freaking out. I ended up backing into this room which turned into a distorted version of Chuck E. Cheese. The cats were gone, and I was at the entrance standing in front of an attendant. She said I was a special customer so I got a bunch of free tokens and some food, but at one point I got sidetracked again when exploring. I guess I found the entrance to the employee lounge, which was a maze, and went in because I wanted to see if I could find the end. Turns out an employee found me and asked what I was doing, so I fibbed and said I was looking for the bathroom. They escorted me out, and I ended up in this place that looked like a gift shop with stuffed animals and random toys on shelves. And I think the dream ended there. Pretty weird lol 11. which planet is your favorite and why? Hmm I think Jupiter is pretty cool because it's gaseous and has a bunch of different swirling colors on its surface, plus since it's so large it has a bunch of moons in its gravitational pull (and I think moons are neat). Though speaking in terms of connection to Roman mythology, I also like Neptune because of its relation to the god of the sea heh. I'm not going to do the questions because I already did them on my other blog ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ My main blog is @turqouiseorange if my other followers here want to check that out. Thank you again Emily for the tag <3 Even though I already did this and tagged you from my main, I answered your questions here because I thought they were really interesting and fun! Nice way to end the day heh ╰(*´︶`*)╯
#about me#kai speaks#I love these asks#I wish people would do this more often with me#on any blog of mine#I always get so happy when people ask me stuff
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Tagged !
By @a-study-in-shakespeare my sweet love but right there I hate you for doing this three times to me. Jesus.
RULES: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.
¤ LAST:
Drink: Fruit juice
Phone call: I think it was my little bro but I’m not sure
Text message: Mom
Song I listened to: Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode
Time I cried: This morning... Jeez.
¤ HAVE YOU EVER...
Been cheated on: WELL IF I COULD GET A BOY/GIRLFRIEND FIRST.
Kissed someone and regretted it: ... Don’t stab me even more please
Been depressed: well, my moods are like a roller coster so yeah it happens quite a lot.
Been drunk and thrown up: nope
Kissed a stranger: nope
Drank hard liquor: yes, there’s this traditional one from Brittany named Chouchen which is soooo tasty~
Lost glasses/contacts: yep, mostly sunglasses though.
Been arrested: uhm, no ._.
Turned someone down: no, ‘cause nobody cares about me T.T
Cried when someone died: yes ( too much empathy in me )
¤ IN THE PAST, HAVE YOU...
Made a new friend: well, obviously ._.
Laughed until you cried: WHO DIDN’T ?!
Met someone who changed you: no
Found out who your true friends were: I’m aware of a few of them, but some others are meant to be true friends in the future ( I guess... )
Found out someone was talking about you: maaan people are talking about me since elementary school I’m used to it.
¤ GENERAL:
How many people on tumblr do you know in real life: 1 ( whose pseudo I won’t give. ‘Cause she’ll probably kill me for it. Mom’s such a scary beeing sometimes. ) + @a-study-in-shakespeare indeed we never met BUT I’d gladly do AND she obviously knows me more than many of the people I know irl so... Meh <3
Do you have any pets: YEAH I GOT A DINOSAUR /bang/ No well I’ve got a cat but he is so ooold like he’s older than me so I tell you he’s a dinosaur. OH ! And I’ve got a little brother. Trust me, he’s a pet. A puppy more precisly.
Do you want to change your name: I guess not, it’s actually a cool one so meh I’m good with it.
What time did you wake up this morning: 8.30am. I hadn’t class and I pushed myself to get out of my sheets because I AM SO TIRED AND I LOVE TO PROCRASTINATE.
What were you doing last night: Just, you know, the usual I-am-just-watching-one-video-on-YouTube-and-then-go-to-bed thing... And ended up going to sleep at 4. MEH.
Name something you cannot wait for: ATTACK ON TITAN SEASON 2 || HAIKYUU!! SEASON 4 ( WITH MORE OF MY BABIES MY OWLETS AAAAAH ) ... *ahem*
Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: unfortunatly no
What’s getting on your nerves rn: my father’s step-mother who I’m forced to deal with every single fucking day because my grandpa is the one who is letting me stay at his house for the time of my studies.
Blood Type: O-
Nicknames: Coco, Coconut ( obviously... #imagination ), Nanou
Zodiac Sign: Virgo or Leo ( depends on which shitty magasine you read - woopsie - )
Pronouns: It ( I’m a clown if you know what I mean )
Favourite tv show: Vikings / Sherlock I CAN’T DECIDE.
Hair colour: Brown
Long or short: quite short
Crushes: Alexander Ludwig, Benedict Cumberbatch, Leonardo di Caprio ( but like in Django Unchained. I’m certainely the only one person who find him ugly in Titanic *ahem* ), Harrisson Ford ( in the first Indiana Jones UUUUUH BOI ) hm... Well actually I don’t really have “crushes”. Just, I find they look attractive but yeah. Excepted for Harrisson Ford HMMMM HE’S SOME GOOD SHIT.
Tattoos: none
Righty or lefty: BOTH MOTHERFUCKERS. No well I can write with both hands, and mostly I write with the right one and do everything else with the left one.
¤ FIRSTS:
Surgery: Ehehe I was born a premature baby so since birth I’ve got some surgery done on by little shrimpy-like body.
piercing: earrings but I can’t remember when... On photos when I was 3 I already got some so it must be before it but I don’t remember.
Best friend: 1rst year of school ever. I was 3 and we’re still best buddies.
Sport you joined: dance classes
vacation: i spend all my summer holiday in Brittany since I was still in my mother’s belly. But if we’re talking about a journey, it would be England, in 2008.
¤ RIGHT NOW...
Eating: black chocolate
Drinking: nothing
I’m about to: GO GET MY SURVEY CORP HOODIE FROM THE POST DELIVERY YEAH.
Listening: One Reason - Fade
Want kids: in the future, why not?
¤ WHICH IS BETTER?
Lips or eyes: Eyes ( blue eyes omg )
Hugs or kisses: hugs
Shorter or taller: Taller ( it’s not that hard but I’m a very tall midget if you know what I mean )
Older or younger: Can’t say
Sensitive or loud: LOUD LIKE ME YEAH
Hook up or relationship: Hook up. FREEDOM.
Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. ‘Cause I’m the Troublemaker here.
¤ DO YOU BELIEVE IN...
Miracles: no
Love at first sight: no
Heaven: like hell I do ( lmao Heaven, Hell, I am so hilarious ).
Santa Claus: Not anymore... xD
WELL because I know nobody on tumblr... If you read this and you want to answer, go on ! But I won’t tag anybody.
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22. Dark Necessities
Happy New Year to you all! I hope you had a nice New Years Eve!
The story of Eileen & Josh continues. I hope you like the new chapter. Feel free to give feedback :)
Have a nice weekend!
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Back in Berlin. It was already two weeks ago that Josh and I spent New Years Eve at Flea’s house in Malibu. It was a great evening, a great night. I think I never felt happier before on New Years Eve. I was happy that Josh and I discussed everything. The last days we spent together walking along the beach, walking through Venice, watching people passing by while sitting at a café. We cooked or just spent some time in the sun. For four more days we were this cheesy couple I never wanted to be but was still a bit jealous of. Finally the day had come when I had to fly back to my current hometown. Josh brought me to the airport and we needed some time to finally say goodbye to each other. Yes it was hard but we could do it – I knew it. We had four more weeks until the Superbowl. Afterwards another four weeks until I would come back to L.A. We promised to write and skype on a regular basis. At least it could work out until Josh would start touring in February. I counted the days until we would meet again for a longer time in the end of February.
Berlin welcomed me back with a cold and snowy winter. Everything was full of snow and although I loved snow I hated it at the same time because I had to wait for the subway or tram very often. Pure hate.
Josh and I kept our promise to skype. While he had some free time until he would hit the road again in a few weeks I was very busy with working. My boss gave me many tasks to finish until I would leave. So I had to hurry up to finish the project I started one year ago. So most of the time it was me calling him in the night. The different time zone didn’t play into our hands.
“You look very tired” Josh said while I was sitting on my bed, the laptop on my lap.
“I am very tired. It’s 1am”
“We don’t have to skype if you’re tired and want to have some sleep” he let me know – in the sweetest voice he had.
“No Josh….I want to talk to you, you know? I want to see you and just want to spend some time with you”
“Well actually you spend some time with your laptop” he joked. “At least this is what is on your lap. Not me”
“Haha, very funny. Did you have a clown for breakfast?”
“No…I had some pancakes”
“Lucky you, I only had a toast”
“In two weeks we will enjoy the best breakfast you’ve ever seen in New York!”
“Really? Oh well, I hope I won’t fall asleep because of my jet lag”
“I will stop you from doing so” he laughed. “Come on Eileen, no one is falling asleep when there are pancakes waiting to be eaten”
“You’re right”
We joked a bit and Josh told me about his week. He went to a Lakers game with Flea, helped his father in the garden and met some old friends. Wow I wished I would’ve been with him - in sunny California instead of cold Berlin.
“Sounds like real fun”
“It was, but, you know….” he stopped as if he had to think about his next sentence. “I really missed you”
“I missed you too.”
Silence.
“Why is growing up so hard? I mean 10 years ago the only thing I was worried about was which college I would attend”
“Times are changing. Even Bob Dylan knew it before” Josh said in a wise voice.
“He was so right….”
“Oh ehm by the way, what about your job applications?”
“Rejections” I said in a sad voice.
“Really?”
I nodded.
“I’m so sorry for you….but Eileen, please, listen to me, you’ll find….”
And then the connection broke. I saw a freezing picture of Josh in my laptop. Well this was a symbol for my current life I thought. But I had to shut up because I was so happy being with Josh that I should forget about the other problems in my life. But I couldn’t.
“….you know?” he said. The connection was back again!
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you” I told him. He sighed, crossed his legs so I could see his ringed socks and kept talking. “I said you’ll find a job. No matter what, I’ll support you!”
“Thank you. It’s like you’re the only person who understands my situation”
“Why?”
“I don’t know….Lara says I should stop worrying. My parents say I should write more job applications and look for jobs outside of L.A. My brother says I should chill and wait”
“Hm, I know how you feel about it. You’re worried that you won’t find a job to start when you’re back in L.A. But Eileen….look, I know you don’t want to hear it but….it’s not that we don’t have money for a living” he said and he seemed to hope that I would get what he wanted to tell me. I sighed.
“I know you don’t want to hear it….” he repeated.
“Josh” I said and paused for a few seconds to think about how to tell him. “It’s cute that you offer me this opportunity but….you know, I want my own life, have a job for a living and don’t be dependent on somebody. Please, don’t get me wrong but….I just want to be independent. I’m 28, I should find a job and a place to live”
“You’re right. But….before you have to move to Nevada or Arizona, we’ll find a solution. We’ll figure it out” he let me know.
It was so sweet seeing Josh caring about me. I didn’t know what to say so I just said “Thanks”.
“So and your friends are visiting you on the weekend?” he changed the topic.
“Yes, they’re coming. I’m a bit excited, I haven’t seen them in a long time”
“I guess it will be great. I’m also leaving for the weekend.”
“What are you doing?”
“Olivia’s boyfriend owns a little house in Santa Barbara, I’ll join them over the weekend to help papering some rooms”
“You’re such a craftsman, aren’t you?” I laughed.
“Well, sometimes”
“Oh man, I’m so looking forward to get some sleep so I have to hung up now” I let him know.
“Okay, I wish you sweet dreams and don’t worry too much, okay?”
“I try my best”
“Bye honey. I miss you, I kiss you” he waved in the camera when I did the same. He was such a great boyfriend. The greatest I’ve known.
On Friday I picked up my two best friends from college at the airport. They planned to do a trip through Europe. One weekend in Berlin, a few days in Hamburg, afterwards they would travel to Prague, Rome and London.
“Hello again little girl” Jacob said when we hugged each other. Jacob was the first guy I’ve met in college. Together we attended a course about the middle ages which we both hated. He was such a nice, handsome and funny guy. I think if he wouldn’t be gay maybe he would be the perfect boyfriend and I would’ve fall for him.
“How are you two?” I wanted to know. Madison, my other best friend from college - a girl with a black long bob and bangs - sighed. “It was a great flight, we had some great dinner in the clouds but the landing was a bit rough.”
“Now we’re here, so everything’s fine” Jacob said while we were driving to my flat. Lara offered me her car for picking them up and I thanked her so much. I rarely saw her in the last days because most of the time she was at her boyfriends place. Yes, she was deeply in love with Leon. Together we made the perfectly deeply-in-love-girl-living-community.
I showed them our flat and afterwards we had some dinner at a nice little restaurant in Berlin Mitte. I recognized that Jacob and Madison liked Berlin. They even wrote a list of all the things they wanted me to show them. Well, this could be interesting I thought while reading it. “We only have three days” I told them. “Well, you can do it” they said.
So we did some sight seeing in Berlin and I took them to every important place of the city. While Madison liked the Brandenburg Gate Jacob preferred the Holocaust memorial. When I was showing them around it reminded me a bit of the day I showed Josh around. It was already five months ago. I didn’t know that five months later he would be a very special person in my life and I would miss him while he had to go back to L.A.
“So, Eileen, tell us about the guy you’re dating” Madison said while we had some drinks.
“He’s a nice guy. He’s the best I’ve ever known. Oh and his name is Josh”
“We’re so sorry that we both were absent at Livia’s party. We’d like to meet him!”
“Oh you will meet him when I’m back”
“And what does he do? Is it right that he plays in the Red Hot Chili Peppers?” Madison wanted to know.
“Yes, he does”
“And you didn’t know?” Jacob was wondering.
“Ehm, first I didn’t.”
“Crazy world”
“But he’s from Los Angeles, right?” Madison asked.
“He is” I grinned.
“Wow, you’re so lucky” she said. Her boyfriend lived in New York for a very long time because of work so they had a long distance relationship for four years.
“I hope he’s hot” Jacob joked after ordering another cocktail.
“Jacob!” I laughed. “He’s my boyfriend, okay?”
“Sure….and I’m happy for you” he smiled.
“So, I’ve heard about this famous club here in Berlin. I think it’s called Berghain?” Jacob changed the topic.
“Oh no!” I started laughing.
“No?”
“You don’t want to go there, don’t you?”
“We want to!” both grinned at me.
“Why? It’s such a weird, scary place”
“Did you go there before?”
“No but….Lara told me some stories. It’s very dark with crazy people and you hardly get into the club”
“Oh we want to try it!” Jacob said. “Are you joining us?”
“No! Never!”
The “Berghain” was the most famous night club in Berlin. It was famous for his crazy design and stories people tell about. Many international DJs played gigs there, but mostly it was electronic and techno music.
“Why don’t you join us?”
“I don’t like the music. It’s not my type”
“Booooring!” Jacob let me know. He was a total hipster wearing a red beanie, skinny jeans and an oversized sweater to his boots.
“But, you can try it. I bet they won’t let you in” I supposed.
“Why? Are we too boring?”
“No but….I don’t know. I think they don’t let in many tourists”
“Well, at least we give it a try”
So Jacob and Madison left for the club after we paid our bills. I went back home for some sleep.
The next morning I was surprised that they were laying in their beds. When I fell asleep they weren’t at home yet so they must’ve had some luck at the entrance. I made some breakfast and finally waited for them to wake up. At 12pm Madison went into the kitchen.
“Good morning!” I said smiling.
“Morning” she mumbled and ruffled her hair.
“So, how was your night at the Berghain?”
“It was great! Really!” she said. “But I will never ever go there again. The people are so crazy. You have to be careful not walking into a dark room!”
“Oh well….I told you so” I couldn’t stop but laughed.
“Yes but….never thought that it would be SO crazy there”
“But did you have a great time?”
“We had….we stayed until 6am. Some people entered the club at that time” she told me.
Yes, the club was famous for its parties all over the weekend, the whole day until Monday morning.
Later that day we watched some movies and just chilled in my bed. When “Harry & Sally” ended Jacob picked his phone.
“How’s your boyfriends name? Josh?”
“Yes, why?”
“Oh ehm” he said but stopped because he typed on his phone.
I didn’t pay much attention on it and instead went to the kitchen to get us some drinks. When I came back Madison and Jacob were looking at Jacob’s phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Wow Eileen” Madison said. “He’s very cute. He’s absolutely not my type, but he’s so cute in what he does and says” she let me know.
“Ehm, who?”
“Josh!”
“Okay….why do you think so?”
“We googled him!” Jacob said as if it was the most normal thing on earth.
“Like you did I guess”
“Ehm no, I didn’t google him”
They booth looked at me with a shocked face.
“You’re lying!” Madison was surprised.
“No. I’m not”
“Come on Eileen, we live in the 21st century. You HAVE TO google your new boyfriend”
“I don’t have to” I let them know and drank my coke.
“Wow, you’re very old school” Jacob commented.
“Why should I google him? I know him in person, I don’t have to find out some crappy shit about him on the internet”
“Crappy shit?”
“Yeah, you know….people who write shit about him”
“No…I mean ehm, maybe you can find out information about his ex girlfriends or something like that” Madison informed me.
“Well….if I wanted to find out about it, I would’ve looked for it, don’t you think?”
“Maybe, maybe….”
I kept drinking my coke. Honestly, I didn’t want to know anything about Josh and Mia. The information I already knew were enough.
“I just found a picture of him and his ex!” Jacob suddenly shouted. Madison looked at his phone mesmerized.
“Wow, she looks totally different to you” she then told me. “She has a dark brown long bob and some bangs. Just like me”
I DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW IT!
“Oh and here is another picture….there she has longer hair and some grown out blonde wisps” Jacob kept informing me.
“Good for her” I said and left for the bathroom.
When Madison and Jacob fell asleep I laid there totally awake. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know why but I had to think about Josh’s ex girlfriend. Mia. I even knew her name but never looked her up. Jacob just needed some seconds until finding two pictures of them on the internet. It was so easy nowadays - especially when your boyfriend plays in a famous band.
I couldn’t explain why but I HAD to check her out. So I took my phone and opened the browser to type “Josh Klinghoffer girlfriend” into google. Oh my, what was I doing?
Some seconds later google showed me what I (didn’t) want to see. Josh and Mia. There were two pictures that caught my eyes. I clicked on it like in a trance.
The first picture showed him with Mia at kind of an event. Or maybe a birthday party? After scrolling down the page I found out that Bob Forrest posted this picture on his Facebook account. It must’ve been at his birthday party. I looked up the date of the picture. Summer 2009. It must’ve been in the first months of their relationship. They looked very happy in this pic. She wore a black shirt and a necklace. I fantasized about Josh giving it to her. They were sitting at a bench in a garden I guessed. She had her head on his shoulder while smiling in the camera. I stared at the picture for quite some time before I clicked back to the results to search for the second one. I found it. It showed Josh and Mia hugging and laughing. He smiled at her with a special look in his eyes. I couldn’t describe it but he looked very happy. It was from 2011. Just one year before they broke up.
After looking at the pictures I was totally awake. I couldn’t sleep. Instead I thought about Josh and his ex. I knew they were together for three years. I even knew that she cheated on him but….he must’ve loved her very much. This look on his face was so special. I had the feeling that he haven’t looked like this in the photos we took of us in Los Angeles.
“What’s wrong Eileen?” Madison asked the next morning while we breakfasted in my kitchen. The two had to leave in a few hours.
“Nothing” I said because I didn’t want to make a scene or spread a bad mood. I was happy that my friends were there, so I shouldn’t think about pictures of my boyfriend and his ex.
“No!” Jacob spoke with his mouth full. “There IS something wrong with you.”
I sighed. I didn’t have a chance to pretend that everything was fine.
“Okay” I said. “It’s because of the picture you found yesterday.”
“The pic of Josh and his ex?” Jacob asked wondering. I nodded.
“But…what’s wrong with it? They broke up, he’s with you, so what’s the problem?” Madison wanted to know.
“Well” I started explaining them. “I looked them up, too. And….I don’t know why it’s bothering me but…it’s how he looks at her” I sighed.
“I don’t get your point” Madison said.
“It’s the way he looks at her in this specific picture where they look at each other and she’s laughing. It must be backstage at a Chilis concert” Jacob resolved.
“Right” I agreed with him. “They way he looks at her….he doesn’t look like this in one of the pictures we took in L.A.”
“He’s just a guy….maybe he thought of sex and…” Jacob tried to explain me.
“Eileen!” Madison interrupted us. “When did you change into this drama queen? I’ve never seen you like this! In the past you always thought realistic and rational about dating and relationships. You’ve never asked yourself why the guy looks this way or why he behaves like this….you’ve just shrugged off and went on with life if the guy didn’t want you. When did you change? And why?”
“I don’t know….when did I change? Maybe after my ex lied and cheated on me? Maybe it was so horrible and painful for me that I lost my belief in love? Maybe I lost my naive belief that everything will be fine in the end….it doesn’t. That’s what I thought one year ago and that’s what I think now. Josh crossed my life and I think I’m just afraid of losing a person I’m in love with again. I know it’s different now than when I was with Steve but….you’ll never know”
“Okay I get it but….why do you look at old pictures and ask yourself why he looks at her like that? It doesn’t matter!”
”Because she thinks he doesn’t love her the way he loved his ex, am I right?” Jacob boiled it.
“But why? I mean….seriously, why? Please, tell me!” Madison couldn’t follow me.
“I don’t know” I sighed.
“Seriously Eileen, what will change if Josh and you break up? I know it sounds hard but…you have to remind yourself that nothing will change unless you let it change your life. Sure it would mean heartache but….you are a strong person, a strong woman. Don’t make yourself dependent on someone, okay?”
She was right. It’s what I told Josh before. I didn’t want to make myself dependent on him. But what Madison meant was something different: I should stop making myself emotional dependent on someone so that it could ruin my life if the person disappears. It sounded hard, but she was right. It was the truth. She always lived her own live in L.A. while her boyfriend lived his life in New York. She managed to be independent. During my relationship with Steve I was independent when I studied abroad but when I came back I changed into this drama queen who questioned everything about her life, her relationship, her boyfriend. Maybe it was because I’ve already knew that we would break up.
Before my relationship with Steve I was relaxed and chilled while dating a guy. If the guy didn’t text me back or didn’t want another date I forgot about him. But I think I knew what was the reason why I behaved like this: I wasn’t in love. But I was in love with Steve and now with Josh. If you’re falling in love you make yourself weak. So I was just afraid of getting hurt again. I think now I couldn’t handle it. Josh was too special to lose him.
“I think I have to focus on my own life, get more confident and stop questioning everything, thanks Madison” I heard myself saying. I surprised myself.
“That’s my girl!” she laughed and we high-fived.
Later I brought the two to the train station so they could take the train to Hamburg. They wanted to party at the “Reeperbahn”, a street famous for its nightlife like bars, cafes and strip clubs.
In the next days I tried to distract me from thinking about Josh’s ex Mia. I mean, why did it bother me seeing these pictures? It’s from the past. They broke up nearly two years ago. He was single and we met five months ago. Sounds like a real lovestory, right? I had to remind myself that I HAVE to forget about it. Didn’t he tell me that Mia was engaged now?
“Eileen, are you joining us tonight? We want to order some Chinese food and watch old movies?” Lara asked me at that Tuesday night.
“Sure, I join you” I answered.
It was always fun hanging up with Lara and Leon. They were a very cute couple but they weren’t cheesy and didn’t make you feel like the third wheel. Currently Leon was doing his Ph.D. in biology so he worked at a university. Lara and I attended one of his lectures the other week. He was a very intelligent, nice and gentle man. I was happy for her that she found someone like him. But the more I spent time with them the more it reminded me of Josh and me and how much I missed him. I have to admit to myself that it was a very hard and rough time. I never thought that it would be that difficult for me but there were certain things happening in my life at the moment that I wanted to share with Josh or I wished he would be by my side – but he couldn’t.
I got more and more rejections for jobs. Sometimes I cried myself into sleep because I thought that I would never find a job. It was a ridiculous search. My parents were right when they told me that finding a job with a Master degree in history isn’t easy. I should think about my decision what to study they said. But I didn’t. I wanted to study history so I did. Well, I’m counting the cost now, I thought.
The situation was so desperate that I decided to apply for a job outside of L.A. But there weren’t many jobs to apply for. I applied for two in San Francisco, one in San Diego, Fresno, Bakersfield, San Jose and even in Sacramento. Then I found a job advertisement for a job in Roseburg, Oregon. I knew that it would be far away, very far away to be honest. You couldn’t make it by car in one day. Haha, if I’d only own a car. I didn’t. I knew that Josh would be very shocked if I would take a job that far away from Los Angeles, but if it’s my only chance I had to take it. Well, I sent the applications away, closed my laptop and hoped for the better.
“Hey little sis! How are you? How’s life in Berlin?
Maggie and I are moving to L.A. very soon. When you’re coming back, we’re already there. We’re super excited! It’s totally spontaneous to move in February but we found a little house and fell in love with it. It’s in Huntington Park, so a total new area for me to live. You know, I always was a Silver Lake boy. But well….if you have family, you have to compromise. Maggie found a job at a kindergarten and I will work for a start up. I’m very excited! I think it’s the first time I have a real job! Mom and dad will be very proud I guess.
What about you?
Love,
Marc”
Tears ran down my face when I read his e-mail. Sure I was proud of him, how he was doing and that he took care of his little family. But for me it felt like everything was against me. Why did Maggie found a job without even looking for a long time? And why did they have such a luck buying this house? I also looked for a place to live in L.A. but it made me even sadder. Everything was fucking expensive. How should I pay a rent of $1000 for a two room apartment without a job? Where should I live? Under the bridge? Yeah, maybe….
Lara tried to cheer me up. We made a girls night and ordered some cocktails while talking about our worries of every day life.
“Sweetie, please don’t look that tired. Try to smile, okay? It’s a wonderful night. Just you and me and a glass of mojito” she said while looking me in the eyes. I think she knew how I felt.
“I try to do it….but it’s not that easy when everyone around me seems to find a job, a house, a car….everyone but me”
“I know…but as time goes by, everything will be okay. Believe me. I’ve been there”
I knew that she was there before. Lara moved to Berlin eight years ago, totally broke. Her parents didn’t support her but she wanted to move to Berlin after she ended an abusive relationship with an ex. So she bought a ticket from Heidelberg to Berlin and looked for a place to sleep. She spent two weeks in a hostel until she found her first flat in Berlin. It was a small apartment but she was proud of it. For six months she worked as a waitress until she started studying graphic design. She always had to manage her life on her own since she was 20. And she did very well I guess. After graduating with 25 she found a temporary job, later was a free lancer and now was working at a gallery AND as a free lancer. She loved her job.
“I know that it will be fine. But now I’m very afraid of my future. I mean, I’m 28 and I don’t find a job. I couldn’t feed a family”
“You don’t have to feed a family” she reminded me.
“Yes but….you know, I’m starting to think about it. I always wanted to have kids and be married until I turn 35. It’s only seven years….”
“Seven long years! Seven years where you can find a great job, earn much money, move into a wonderful place with your lovely boyfriend. Doesn’t it sound nice?”
“It does”
“So, please try to focus on the good things. The bad things will come anyway”
“I actually applied for a job in Oregon. I don’t know what I should do if they send me a positive acknowledgement. Josh would freak out. I don’t think he would be pleased with my decision. I don’t even know how to tell him”
“Hm, I think it’s your life. You should think about what’s best for you. I always share the opinion that a couple whose relationship is strong enough can do it. They can overcome the distance, if they only want to.”
“You’re right….” I sighed and took a sip of my mojito.
“At least my uterus reminded me again this week that I’m not pregnant. So I don’t have to think about feeding a family yet. I should be happy” I said sarcastic.
“Urgh, I hate it. I hate it since I was 13. I mean, who decided that woman should be punished once a month? What did we do wrong? I don’t get it….” Lara got annoyed.
“It’s an interesting question. Why women and not men? It’s unfair!”
“It is! So unfair!” she raised her glass and said “To all the women out there dealing with menstrual pain. I feel you!”
We clinked glasses and giggled. What would I do without Lara?
“But seriously” Lara started to say after we drank off our second cocktail and offered another one. “Would you like to have kids?”
“Hm, I guess. You?”
“No, never. Not now…but I think I won’t change my mind in the next ten years”
“Really?”
“I don’t get along with kids. I mean, I don’t know what to do with them. They’re cute but they can be very annoying and….it’s just not my thing I guess. I don’t see myself with children living a happy family life. I always wanted to be independent, travel, see more of the world, maybe live in a foreign country. You can’t do it with kids”
“I know, if you have a family you’re caught into it. You can’t just disappear for a while”
“Well you can but then you’re an asshole!”
“Yeah”
“But…what would you do if you would get pregnant now?”
“Ehm….I don’t know. I would be shocked I guess” I said. What a tough question.
“I would abort it and don’t tell my boyfriend”
“No you wouldn’t!” I was shocked.
“Yes, I think I would….”
“But why don’t tell your boyfriend? He has the right to know it”
“No….well okay maybe I would tell him but I would decide. It’s my body not his”
“But it’s his child, too”
“Yeah kind of. But….he doesn’t have to carry a big baby bump with him. He doesn’t have to feel the pain while giving birth. He doesn’t have to see his body change that way. You know what I mean?”
“Yes but I don’t agree with you. I couldn’t abort it. It’s a life…no…I just couldn’t”
“And that’s totally okay. But you have to respect my opinion”
“I do”
“You know what’s funny?” she suddenly spoke about a completely different topic. “I hooked up with so many guys at bars in the last year and now I’m feeling like the most monogamous person I know. It’s so crazy, I mean one year ago I have sworn of men.”
“Yes, love can change you” I laughed. “We both experienced it in the last year, right?”
“Totally” Lara said after drinking her cocktail. “You know what drives me crazy?”
“I don’t”
“It drives me crazy that I don’t know much about Leon’s past. I mean, I’m questioning with how many women he has slept. I know it’s silly, but I want to know it so badly. I’m feeling like 22 again. Like Taylor Swift sings in her song, ‘Hey, I don’t know about you but I’m feeling 22′. So crazy!”
“Then go and ask him” I suggested to her.
“NO! I can’t do it”
“Why?”
“Because then he would ask me too and that would be awkward”
“Why?”
“Eileen, you know about my life in the last year. There were so many guys….”
“Well, then don’t ask him. As you said, it’s in his past”
“I wonder if I should ask him getting tested, you know, to have much more fun. If you know what I mean…”
“I get it” I answered and took a long drink. I always felt a bit uncomfortable when Lara started talking about such topics.
“I’ll think about it” she ordered the third cocktail. “Haven’t you ever wondered what Josh did? How many girls he had?”
“No…not really”
“But…he’s a rock star!”
“He isn’t a rock star”
“But he was always on the road in his 20s, now in his 30s. And he plays in a band with Anthony Kiedis. Oh gosh, I was so in love with Anthony Kiedis when I was 14”
“Really?”
“Completely in love. But then I fell in love with Brandon Flowers and forgot about Anthony”
“You’re such an indie rock girl” I joked. “But what does that mean, he’s in the band with Anthony?” I giggled. “He’s not Anthony”
“I know…but maybe Anthony’s dating life rubs off on Josh?”
“He told me about his experiences but it didn’t give him anything”
“Sure, it doesn’t give you much. It’s just sex for fun”
“I don’t think he’s much into it”
“For me he’s just this innocent shy guy” Lara laughed. “BUT still waters run deep, we all know it. And since we’re roommates I know he’s not that innocent after all” she crackled.
“Well look at us. It’s already 2am, we’re sitting in a bar talking about our sexual life. It’s like we’re on college again!” Lara started laughing and ordered some gin and raised her glass. “To all the lovely kids out there who live a lovely life with their lovely parents. And to all the kids we prevent to have while having fun!”
Oh well. Going out with Lara was always like an X-rated film.
Two days later I checked my mails when suddenly there was a mail from the foundation where I applied for a job - in Roseburg. My heart skipped a beat while opening it. I skimmed the mail and couldn’t believe it. They wanted to give me the job. Wow! I was happy. Sure it would be far away from home but….it was my only chance at the moment.
Later that day I skyped with Josh. After we talked about our every day life – he would start touring in two days – I HAD to tell him about the positive news.
“So….I got a positive answer from a job application” I said nervous.
“Oh really? Where? From this gallery in Burbank?”
“No….sadly not. But it’s a really great job, they pay me enough money for a living”
“Great! So where is it?”
“Ehm….that’s the problem. It’s in Roseburg. Oregon”
I watched Josh’s face changing from happy to shock. I knew it would happen.
“You’re kidding” was the first thing that came out of his mouth.
“I’m not. It’s the truth.”
“What about the other jobs? This job in San Diego?”
“Rejection”
“The job in Pasadena?”
“Nope”
Silence. I knew he would react like that. I had the feeling that he didn’t understand why I would choose this job.
“Josh, look. It’s just for one year until I’ll find another job, hopefully in L.A.”
“No” he said.
“What…ehm?”
“No….just…no”
“But, if it’s my only chance?”
“It’s not….I already told you about your opportunities”
“Yes you did. But it’s quite out of the question” I let him know.
Josh shook his head and hid his face in his hands.
“Eileen, do you really wanna go there?”
“I think so” I said in an anxious voice. I wasn’t sure about it to be honest.
“Well, then I don’t know how this will work out in the future”
“This?”
“Us”
Wow. He thought that we couldn’t make it? Just because I would move away for one year? If I would take the job I had to take it for at least one year. I couldn’t leave earlier.
“So you say we couldn’t make it if I would move to Oregon?”
“No”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t live a normal life. I’m a musician, I’m always on the road. I don’t have time to commute between two states when I’m back from work. I just can’t….” he told me.
I felt sad that he didn’t want to give us a chance.
“But Josh, it’s us. We can make it if we want to, don’t you think?”
“How?” he asked and looked me in the eyes. Well at least his eyes in my display looked at me. “How do you think we can make it? How often could you afford a flight to L.A.? How often would I have time to fly to Oregon?”
“I don’t know….”
“See, it won’t go well. Believe me.”
“Why are you sure about it? Did you have a long distance relationship?”
“No”
“So, why do you think that way?”
“Because Los Angeles is my hometown. I can’t leave it. I just can’t. And I can’t live between two states. When I’m home from tour I NEED to stay in my hometown”
“Wow, I thought that a relationship is about compromising….”
Josh didn’t respond anything to it. He just stared at his feed.
“So did I get it right, if I move to Oregon we break up?”
“I guess” he said. “Otherwise it doesn’t make any sense for me”
“Fine”
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I think this songs fits perfectly to the last scene of the chapter. Oh and I love Coldplay <3
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