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moisesmyles · 2 years
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Echo: I’m a very mature person, I apologise when I’m wrong.
Fives: I've never heard you apologize
Echo: I am never wrong
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lordsilverstein · 1 year
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Have an Arcade Gannon doodle
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forgottenbones · 27 days
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jentlemahae · 7 months
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bredforloyalty · 9 months
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if i remember correctly i saw some people saying it irks them that they do things like argue over glenn's uhh cult of health bullshit (and talk about wrestling etc etc) instead of discussing the episodes but i mmm can't really relate, yeah it would be great to know what they think about where the characters are at that point in the show and how specific scenes or writing choices came to be, all that would be great, i'm here because of the show just like everyone else but i mean. that was a treat. that was a whole meal, even. wasn't it.. i thought it was for everyone
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so they got back to me with my GPA and i finished my application in the amount of time i expected i would (like, 5 minutes)
apparently my GPA is sitting at 3.53. better than I thought! not that it really matters much, as after this semester it's not gonna mean shit anymore lmao
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alienaiver · 1 month
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can you GUESS who had the AUDACITY to go grocery shopping for 25minutes while someone else was sleeping under a blanket?
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blue-blvd1949 · 9 months
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Mr. Smarty
Spencer Reid
Summary: Spencer is sprawled out in your couch blabbering and looking so good with messy hair and all you want is the aching pain in your panties to dissapear <3
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Mr. Smarty is a nickname you gave Spencer long before you started dating, it’s your own fun and unique way of calling him a smarty pants when he blabbers on for too long.
He was sprawled out on the couch talking to you about a niche topic and spitting facts about it, you loved his blabbers but in times when you were extremely horny and your panties were damp you wanted him to stop talking and pay attention to your sweet cunt. But you never had the heart to tell him to shut up as you want him to always talk to you about whatever he wants to.
You were in the kitchen making a snack for both of you hearing his blabbers and you saying “I didn’t know that” and “wow, really?”. After you were done you walked towards him and sat next to him. You placed the plate of freshly cut strawberry’s with chocolate on the side on the coffee table just in reach for both of you. As you sat down your head fell into his shoulder with your legs towards him.
After 25 minutes in the same position you shimmied down and laidback with your head in his lap. He started playing with your hair and pushing it behind your ears. Slowly your panties started to get more and more needy.
He noticed quickly when you started rubbing your thighs together trying to get some type of friction.
“Mr. Smarty how is it that you know so much about everything and anything?” You asked him looking up at him and batting your eyelashes.
“Well by using my library card and reading books” he said with a slight chuckle, he put his hand on top of your head as you were still looking up at him.
“That’s so cool that i have a super smart boyfriend” as you were saying that his hand slowly crawled to your cheek and he cupped it. As a natural response you started rubbing your face against it.
“You think I’m cool baby?” He said grabbing your face squishing it and running his thumb across your lips and letting it settle there.
“I’ve always thought you were cool Spence” you said with a lowly voice anticipating his next move. You could see and feel a bulge grow under you which got you even wetter if that was possible.
He pushed his thumb in to your mouth and you knew what to do. Swirling your tongue and sucking on his thumb got him going, he started imagining your mouth against his dick and what wonder you would do to it. like if you haven’t sucked him off many times before.
“Get down” he said releasing his hand from your mouth and pushing you down. You instantly did what he said and got in between his legs.
As you were unzipping his pants and pulling him out you got your mouth ready to take him as he was quite big and couldn’t always get him all in.
His dick got out of its confines and looked harder than you’ve ever seen it with precum on it’s tip.
You grabbed his dick with both hands as you were kissing it lightly and giving small licks. His hands went from being on his lap to your hair starting to guide you through it.
“Just like that baby” he said making his dick go through your lips and get the tip in.
Your tongue started swirling around it, sucking it before entering a lot more in your mouth and bopping your head.
He stopped you for a minute bringing your head up slightly to make eye contact and say to you “You’re so pretty taking me in your mouth baby”
You closed your eyes with his remark and started sucking harder. It didn’t take much before you started deep throating him taking as much as possible. His hands were tangled in your hair holding it back for you.
“Fuck I’m so close… keep doing that” he instructed and you followed through with his orders.
As your hands were on his knees, your mouth was fucking him. Your chin and lips covered completely in a mix of your saliva and his cum, slowly it was dripping onto his pants most likely leaving a stain for tomorrow.
As he started getting closer to his orgasm he was throbbing against your tongue, your eyes were shiny with tears in them holding back so you could give him as much pleasure you could.
He was bucking into you making you slightly gag the sensation pushed him over the edge. He was cumming into your mouth and you tried your best to keep your mouth open for him. As he slowly pulled out you swallowed it and gave him a innocent smile as if his dick wasn’t in your mouth 30 seconds ago.
“Come up pretty girl” he said patting on his thigh. You instantly got up and sat on his lap, his dick right between your legs sitting nicely between your clothed folds.
“Please Spence…” you said against his ear eagerly hugging him tightly.
“Let me just get these off” he said snapping your panties. You hovered above him looking down and on him taking them off and putting them in his pocket. As you sat back down Spencer grabbed his dick aligning it against your puffy hole that’s been begging for him all night.
Before you could start moaning against him and tell him how good it feels he smashed his lips against yours, tongue deep into your mouth making you more and more desperate.
“God you taste so good” he said against your lips.
“I could say the same thing Mr. Smarty” kissing him back, plunging down onto his dick you arched your back and moaned against him.
Slowly you got yourself up and down creating a good rhythm against him.
“You always make me feel so good Spence” you said eyes closed and mouth slightly open with arched eyebrows.
You quickened your pace riding him, Spencer started thrusting up which took you by surprise and made you near your orgasm.
“P-Please… Like that” you meekly said.
“That feel good huh baby hm?” he said going faster and hitting that plungy spot inside you.
“S-So good S-Spence…” you said grabbing onto him harder leaving nail indents on his back, you were surely going to be teased about in the morning.
“S-So close” you said right before cumming all over his dick and lap.
That’s all it took for him to cum all inside you making you into a cream pie.
Neither of you wanted to pull out so you stayed in the same position letting your orgasm ride out for however time it would take you.
“Do you feel okay?” He asked pushing your hair back and squeezing your ass slightly.
“Yea just want to stay like this for a while” you said taking in his musky smell of cologne and sex.
It will forever be your favorite scent <3
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saerins · 1 year
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─── 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
+ sae x f!reader | wc 3.2k | content: angst, insecurities, death
notes: i’m sorry idk how this came about but i was in a mood :’) i promise i love him okay <3 feedback & reblogs appreciated !!
summary: he’s back home, and you recall the times you’d spoken to him. all the calls you made, then all the calls he made, and then all the times it went to voicemail.
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you remember every conversation you’ve had with your boyfriend. the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. it’s hard to quantify into numbers since you’d been together for the last five years.
but there’s a few of them that are prominent, that are burned into your mind, engraved onto your brain. the sound of his laugh, for one, that’s always been precious to you, if only for the fact that he doesn’t laugh often.
sae always said you were the only one who could get that out of him, and you’ve kept it close to your heart since.
to the world, he may have seemed rude and off-putting at times, and despite the countless false reports of sae being an asshole to all his girlfriends in private (because the media can never decide who he’s actually with), he’s always been the same itoshi sae to you—the kind of guy who only ever bothers what you think about him because the other people not involved in your relationship don’t matter.
you remember everything he’s ever done for you.
“you know that one day you’ll be mrs. itoshi, right?”
yeah, you definitely remember.
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MARCH 2020; [ sae’s fifth day in spain ]
“you miss me, itoshi sae?”
you can feel him rolling his eyes from the other end. “i should just hang up right now.”
“you could, but then you’d miss me even more.”
sae suppresses a grin, even if there’s no one around to see it. you’re right, but he doesn’t say anything.
it was rare for sae to call you at all. but then again, it is the first time you two had been apart since you got together. maybe it isn’t so weird after all.
“how’d practice go today?”
“it’s fine, nothing i couldn’t handle.” of course he’s fine, he’s the youngest on the team and yet it was as though he’d played the longest.
“of course it was fine, mr genius,” you tease, and he smiles because he knows you’re smiling too.
you can’t really remember how the rest of the conversation went. but you only remember this moment because it was the first time you realised that amidst all the times you’d pester him to go on a date with you, amidst all the times you asked him for a kiss, sae could miss you too.
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SEPTEMBER 2020; [ sae comes back to japan soon ]
“hey so i was thinking, i’ll meet you at the airport?”
sae hums, “wanna see me that bad, huh?”
“shut up,” you snap at him, hating his quick tongue that so easily gets you flustered. “so i miss my handsome, successful boyfriend, big deal.”
he missed you too.
“am i just arm candy for you, y/n?”
“what? no—”
“too late. i’m offended. bye.”
then he actually hangs up on you.
it takes you half a second to pull up your message thread with him.
itoshi sae, you wanna die or something?
it takes him the same amount of time to respond to you.
y/n l/n, okay, then maybe i’d get some relief from you.
before you can even be actually offended, your phone vibrates again.
miss you too, stupid. see you tomorrow.
you can’t seem to rub the smile off your face.
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FEBRUARY 2021; [ first valentines’ apart ]
it takes him three rings to pick up.
“happy valentines’, lover,” you giggle over the phone.
it’s been a few months since your about-to-go-pro soccer player boyfriend had gone back to spain, doing pro soccer player things. you miss him, especially since it’s the first time you guys are spending the romantic occasion apart.
it sucks that you couldn’t even spend new years with him. it’s okay though, you managed to video call him while you spent time with his family.
“think you got the wrong number.”
“itoshi—”
“open the door, smarty pants.”
“w-wait, what? did you send me something?”
you hurry over to your front door, not knowing what to expect. but you definitely didn’t expect sae to be there, in the flesh, sighing when you finally open your door, a pretty bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“what are you doing here?” you’re still shocked from his mere presence.
sae smirks, and you realise just how much you miss him. “think i got the wrong apartment, i was supposed to deliver these to my other girl—”
but you kiss him to shut him up. he’s full of nonsense, and so, so witty, and he’s here.
sae’s always claimed that it was not soccer stealing him from you, it was more the other way around. and he had been joking at the time he said that, but right now he thinks maybe there’s some truth to it.
if there’s anyone capable of having and getting him to willingly relinquish his attention from soccer, it’s you.
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JUNE 2021; [ night of sae’s first PR event ]
“someone looks handsome,” you comment as you watch your boyfriend getting ready over the phone.
he has an entire entourage of people over at his hotel—they must be the makeup crew and stylists. his entire team is getting vip treatment for being champions of the league thanks to last week’s game. now, even more brands are trying to sponsor them and you really shouldn’t be surprised over the amount of girls going crazy over your boyfriend.
“and someone should really sleep,” sae pauses for a moment when the man beside him (presumably his stylist, because he’s double checking sae’s suit) asks a quick that your girlfriend?, to which sae says “yes.”
the man winks at you through the video. “lucky girl,” he comments, eyes back on the fabric he’s touching, “the only time i caught him smiling was while he was texting ya.”
you snicker through the phone as you watch sae’s face go beet red before frowning at you.
“he did not.”
his stylist is laughing at his reaction too. “totally did. i thought he was possessed.”
sae grabs the phone and relegates himself to the bathroom, glaring at you through the screen. he’s not mad at you, he’s just embarrassed and you know that. you’ve known him long enough now to tell his cues.
“i hope you know i hate you.”
he’s always all bark and no bite and you’re still laughing at him.
“aw, i hate you too, mr itoshi.”
“stop with the smart mouth before i find another contender for a mrs itoshi.”
you and sae had been staring at each other through the screen up until that point, when sae realised what he just said and has to look away.
“you… think i could be?”
neither you nor sae have ever broached another about the future, and sae has always been generally avoidant about it, which is why it makes you even more surprised that he’s the one who slipped up about it.
after a moment of silence, he sighs, trying to suppress a smile. it tugs at the edges of his lips, not really there but you can feel it.
“you know that one day you’ll be mrs itoshi, right?”
you don’t know that, he doesn’t know that, not until the day has come. but yeah, you really, really want to be.
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OCTOBER 2022; [ sae’s birthday ]
“happy birthday, mr. itoshi,” you greet when he picks up the phone.
things had been rocky lately, admittedly. only because you and sae lived worlds apart.
sae is famous now, in both japan and europe, and it’s no surprise because he’s one of the best midfielders anyone has ever seen. his life is now full of the glitz and glam that you’re not even close to familiar with.
and you; you’re just a simple girl living in tokyo, with a normal life and normal friends and normal everything. except for the fact that sometimes people stalk you online because based on theories, you’re his girlfriend.
he was advised against confirming your identity with the press. for a myriad of reasons, apparently. and you’re fine with it, because yeah, you’re aware there are games to be played when you have his status. and it was fine with you, except for times when it’s not.
like how at his previous PR event he had to appear like he was dating some other celebrity. which was fine, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t suck having to see your boyfriend appear intimate with someone else. even worse when you hear said someone else mention in multiple interviews that she’s always had a huge crush on him.
“thanks, though it kinda sucks today.”
but it’s fine; you’ve been with him long enough to know that sae isn’t the type to hurt you like that. so even if it’s rocky, it doesn’t stop you from loving him.
“why? i thought the guys were bringing you out drinking tonight.”
sae sighs. “that’s exactly why.”
you smile, thinking how sae is still the same sae you’ve always known. “you’ve been playing with them for more than a year now, i think one night out wouldn’t kill you, babe.”
“but they’re freaks.” and sae says that because they’re rowdy, noisy guys and he doesn’t even want to imagine them drunk.
“we both know they’re going to bother you to no end if you don’t go,” you point out, and sae relents. “and if you need an escape when you’re too tired, you could just use my name.”
you break into a grin because you know for a fact that sae uses you as an excuse to his publicist sometimes to not attend events.
“yeah, maybe i’ll tell ‘em the missus is angry,” he jokes, and you find yourself wishing you could hug him right now.
“have fun tonight, okay?” a little hesitance comes to you before you ultimately open your mouth, “i love you.”
sae chuckles, and he can’t even describe the relief that comes to him each time he hears you say those words.
“i love you too.”
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DECEMBER 2022; [ the day you break ]
you don’t pick up his call.
when you saw the picture earlier, it’s like you’ve gone numb. and now everyone in the world will see the picture too. but you don’t really care. the images the paparazzi capture will die down after a while. the rumours will take longer.
right now you’re not even sure if your relationship is dead.
but you love him. you still do. and he’s still calling for what seems like the ninetieth time tonight.
this time you pick up.
“what?”
sae flinches on the other line because he’s not used to this coldness. “can i at least explain?”
you sniffle, gritting your teeth to stop your crying. “sure, why don’t you explain why i had to find out from the fucking news that you kissed someone else on your birthday?”
it’s that girl. the same celebrity you’ve seen ogling him and gushing over him and the one who has PR relations with him.
“i promise, she means nothing,” and you can hear the panic in sae’s voice. he sounds apologetic and manic and scared. “look, i-i was drunk, and she kissed me, and i pushed her off right after—”
“then why didn’t you tell me?” you yell back. because you’re sure that’s what happened. you believe him. but it wasn’t the fact that some other girl was so desperate for him that she’d do that, it was the fact that sae kept it from you.
sae can’t answer. he knows it, but he’s struggling to find the words. “i-i didn’t want you to misunderstand,” is all he can manage.
you pause for a while because you’re crying again, and sae can sense it even if you’re silent. he loves you and he’s killing himself for his stupid decisions.
“sae,” you call him, softly. “is that how much you know me?” because after all this time, you’d think he’d know better. you trusted him. a hundred percent. now? you’re not sure.
“please, y/n, i’m sorry, please just- forgive me?” and sae’s not sure how to do this. sae’s never had anyone he cared about this much other than you. you’re the only one and you forever will be. and he’s stupid and clueless outside of soccer but he’s always had you to hold his hand through this, yet now you feel further away from him than ever.
you’re quiet and he’s not sure what to expect. you’re just sniffling on the other side, not saying anything, and for the first time in his life, sae is afraid.
“babe, i—”
“don’t say it, sae,” you sigh, because you don’t want to think that he’s saying it just to appease you.
sae obeys, because he’s scared that just a little nudge would push you right off the edge. “i’m gonna fix this, okay? i’ll tell everyone that—”
“it’s fine,” you interject, your mind in shambles. you’re tired, and you really don’t know what to do about this when it’s so fresh in your heart. “i need to think things through anyway.”
“no- y/n, please, i—”
and for the first time ever, you’re the one who hangs up abruptly. then you turn off your phone because you know sae’s not going to stop but you really just don’t want to to feel bad about not picking up.
you still love him, but you’re just heartbroken right now.
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sae stares at his phone after you hang up. he can hear his heart beating out of his chest and his breathing gets shallow. he tries to call you again but it’s not even ringing.
there’s only one thing he knows: he fucked up.
a stupid, stupid mistake which was grave enough to make you doubt everything and you’re right. this was on him for not opening his stupid mouth and just trusting that you’d understand.
for the first time ever, he heard what you sounded like when you’re hurt and he can’t forgive himself. not if he doesn’t do anything about it.
he gives up on trying to call you and pulls up his club’s coach’s contact instead. “sub someone else in for me tomorrow, i won’t be there.”
“what? what are you talking about? we can’t play without our star midfielder! it’s a big match against our home rivals—”
but everything he’s lecturing sae about falls on deaf ears because sae’s already packing his duffel bag and searching for his passport. he doesn’t even bother acknowledging anything before he hangs up, dialing his assistant’s number instead.
“i need to fly back to tokyo. immediately.”
his assistant’s distraught voice is apparent. “wha- um, you have a game tomorrow—”
“i don’t care. i need to fly now. get me a flight or you’re fired.”
“uh, but- um, the private jet’s not available—”
“then get me tickets on a commercial flight. i don’t fucking care about what kind of plane it is.”
yeah, because he only cares about fixing things with you. no one and nothing else, just you.
his assistant sighs because he knows he’s going to get in trouble for aiding sae. “fine, i’ll send you the details soon.”
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JANUARY 2023; [ the present ]
it goes straight to voicemail. you still talk.
“you know, i hate you so much for not having a voicemail recording.”
you pause, the tears streaming down your face. you’re staring at your phone, at his instagram, at his last post. something he posted before his flight.
a picture of the both of you in private, in your room. he’s sitting behind you on the bed, his arms around your neck as he kisses your head and you take the picture.
it’s funny because he was forbidden from sharing any sort of those pictures yet he still did it anyway. you stare at the caption.
i love only you
“itoshi sae, how am i going to hear your voice now, huh?”
you’re already full-on crying now, as you have been for the last month.
“itoshi sae! talk to me, answer me!” you’re screaming but no one will ever hear you.
how can sae hear you? you’re unreasonable for expecting that.
“tell me how to reach you,” you wail into the receiver.
you’re painfully aware of what you’re getting now.
“i love you, mr. itoshi.”
there’s no one on the other line who’ll chuckle now. you can’t hear the same fondness in his voice when he says he loves you too. you can’t ever hear him joking with you again.
no more sighs, no more video calls, no more love. no more you know one day you’ll be mrs. itoshi, right?
you hang up and look at the note in your hand; something sae’s assistant passed to you on the day of his funeral.
a few weeks ago, sae asked me to get this for him. i know he wanted you to have this. before he left for tokyo, he told me to get this done for you at all costs. it was only ready a day after he left. i thought you might still like to have this. i’m sorry you have to go through this.
the gold velvet box sits heavy in your hand. it’s all of sae’s commitment to you, feelings for you—it’s all of his resolution in one tiny package and it’s heavy.
you open it, same as the countless times before.
it’s still beautiful. it’s shiny and four carats and princess cut because you were always his princess. inside the band, he has mrs itoshi engraved.
you know one day you’ll be mrs. itoshi, right?
you bring up his messages and play the last audio he sent to you.
“look, i know i fucked up and it was stupid of me to keep it from you. i’m sorry, okay? and i know you don’t want to speak to me right now but i can’t just sit around and do nothing. i love you, so i’m coming back home, and we’ll talk, and then… i promise you, nothing like this will happen again.”
you remember your last words to him and can’t help but to hate yourself. you should’ve told him one last time before you lost your chance.
if you’d just stayed on the line, he wouldn’t have come back. if he didn’t come back, he wouldn’t have gotten into that cab. if he didn’t get into that cab, he wouldn’t have been in that fatal accident in shibuya.
staring at the ring, calling his number, getting no response, visiting his plot and running into rin. and repeat. that’s all life is now.
sometimes you wear the ring to pretend he’s still here. to pretend he’s already proposed and you’re waiting for him to come back from spain.
you’re probably at voicemail #314 now.
mrs itoshi stares at you until you’re crying all over again.
you’ll never hear his voice again. never hear his laugh. never get to hug him, or pick fights with him. you’ll never get to feel his broad shoulders or his strong arms around your body. you won’t get to go home ever again.
you’ll never be mrs itoshi now.
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sassypossumm · 12 days
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Yellow Walls
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Art Cred: superrbanana
Miguel reflects on a painful memory, the time he lost you to an anomaly...
Angst... pure angst here...
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“Yellow? I don’t think so, babe.” Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him.
“Miguel, you never let me have my way.” Turning your head to look at him you gave him a wide smile. Swatting his arm with the bright yellow paint swatch you turned back to look at the other options on display. Reaching out a hand you ran your fingers over the swatches and furrowed your brow. “Which one do you like?”
“I like this one.” He smiled, dipping his head to kiss your neck.
“I meant colors Mr. Smarty Pants.”
“Oh.” Resting his chin on the crown of your head, Miguel squinted at the wall of colors. “I don’t care.” Letting out a sigh of exasperation, you hung your head in mock shame.
“I’m disappointed in you, O'Hara, really I am.” He could feel rather than see the chuckle bubbling up from your chest. Squeezing your waist gently he turned his face to whisper in your ear.
“Any color but yellow, schmoopsie poo.”
“Yeah, that nicknames not sticking either.” Rolling your eyes, you slipped from under his arms and snatched a simple beige sample from the wall. Turning you pointed the yellow sample at him before stuffing it into your purse. “I’ll get my yellow walls out of you yet, O'Hara, just wait and see.”
Time Jump...
Miguel sat in front of his monitors, clutching a faded paint sample in his hand.
“Miguel,” Peter tried gently, only to be stopped by Jess’s hand on his arm. Silently she shook her head and motioned for him to give Miguel his space. Rubbing the worn edge of the sample for the thousandth time, he leaned his head against his knee. Absentmindedly he rubbed at his eye with the ragged square.
“I should’ve painted the walls yellow.”
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ladykailitha · 1 month
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Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 6
Hey, all! This story is finally picking up and we meet Eddie for the first time.
This is an extra long chapter because I wanted to have the gala all in one chapter instead of splitting it up.
@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
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Steve woke up to his best friend having planned the perfect date with Vickie. Today was already looking up.
“I told you she would say yes,” he told Robin smugly as he poured himself some orange juice.
Robin waved her hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Mr Smarty Pants over there.”
Steve wiggled his ass at her and then sat down on the sofa next to her.
“So what’s on my schedule for next week?’
Robin pulled up his schedule again and hummed. “Looks like all you have is next Saturday; a charity gala for the arts on the arm of Senator Derek Lombard.”
“He’s always nice,” Steve said. “A little hard of hearing most of the time, but always just wants someone pretty to hang off his every word.”
“So an easy night for you then,” Robin said.
He hummed his agreement. “So what’s all that the event is about? Can I use it to network? Or will it be all politicians with sticks up their asses?”
Robin pulled up the event on her tablet. “Looks like it’s a fundraiser for putting music in poor neighborhoods as a way to combat gang joining and shit like that.”
Steve sighed. “Sounds like my worst nightmare. Classical music sounds like noise to me most of the time. It always puts me to sleep.”
“Then you’ll like this,” she said, scrolling through the list of guests. “The charity is the pet project of Corroded Coffin frontman, Eddie Munson. Apparently he was ‘trailer trash’, his words, and got out of the slums through the power of metal and rock music.”
Steve straightened up. “Shit. Is that that band that Dustin loves?”
Robin tapped something on her tablet and scrolled a bit. “Yep!” she chirped happily. “He is going to be so jealous when he hears you might get to meet him.”
He ran his tongue over his top row of teeth thoughtfully. “Yeah, okay. This sounding more interesting.” He tapped his lips. “If it’s his charity then it will likely have younger alphas there that I can network and get on my client list.”
“Yeah,” Robin agreed. “Especially rockstars. They tend to just hop in bed with any willing omega or beta if an omega can’t be found to service their ruts.”
Steve licked his lips. “Bring over a small stack of business cards to take with me. Also does Senator Lombard have a style of clothes he wants me to wear?”
Robin skipped back to his schedule and pulled up the appointment. “Uh... it looks like he doesn’t have a preference just something ‘elegant’.”
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Steve asked with a glimmer in his eye.
“If I am you might need to keep some heart medication on standby,” she said with glee.
“Oh good,” he grinned. “We are thinking of the same thing, then.”
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Steve didn’t often wear dresses because he hated playing into the stereotype of male omegas being the women of the secondary genders. But this was his favorite outfit bar none.
It was a backless gold dress with a low cut front in a drape that showed off his bare chest. He kept himself as shaven as he was in high school on the swim team. Something that Tommy mocked him mercilessly for. But it made getting in and out of clothes easier, so Tommy could suck it.
The dress went all the way to his ankles and was split up the middle of each leg to show off his toned thighs. He wore jeweled open-toed kitten heels with a Grecian style strap down the middle. He wore a bangle on his left wrist and a charm bracelet on his right. The necklace and earrings matched, a wide gold setting with a single diamond in the center. And then to crown the whole thing off, he had diamonds glued to the strands of his hair so when he moved the light would catch the diamond and shimmer just so.
Senator Lombard was speechless when Steve walked down to the lobby of the hotel he was picked up from. Again for his safety that no one knew where he lived.
In his hand was matching gold clutch and over his shoulders in liquid waves a shimmering gold shawl.
“I am the luckiest man tonight,” Senator Lombard whispered as he took Steve’s open hand to guide him the rest of the way down the stairs.
“You flatter me, Senator,” Steve replied demurely looking up at the alpha through his eyelashes.
“And you honor me with your presence.”
Steve blushed and allowed himself to be led out to the waiting limo.
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Senator Lombard was the talk and envy of a lot of people at the gala. Women hated the way Steve looked better in his dress then they did in theirs. The men were seething jealousy that Steve wasn’t on their arm.
The senator was a distinguished older gentleman of the old style of politics. Calm and collected in public, a conniving, calculated negotiator behind closed doors.
And he showed that strength here. Everyone was tripping over themselves to introduce themselves to him just for the pleasure of being in Steve’s company.
They had to know how Senator Lombard could afford such beauty and grace, so much so that Steve had run out of business cards before the appetizer was even brought out.
The only ones that stayed on the outskirts of Senator Lombard’s aura of influence was the members of Corroded Coffin.
They were dressed like the rockers they were. Lots of black clothes, jewelry, and eyeliner. Their tattoos and piercing further pushed them outside of the rest of the people at the gala.
People who despite being invited by the band were giving them a wide berth. Which was ridiculous in Steve’s opinion. One thing you must never be: is rude to the host.
Steve broke off from the senator and turned to make his way toward his hosts when there was gentle tap on his shoulder.
He turned around to see the prettiest of the band standing in front of him. He had long dark curls, deep soulful brown eyes, and dimples for days. Steve was smitten.
“You dropped this,” the man said, holding out his hand.
Steve opened his hand and a diamond dropped into it. He tucked his clutch under his arm and touched his hair. Sure enough one of his diamonds was missing.
“Thank you!” Steve cooed. “I don’t want to lose that!”
The man smiled and the dimples became more pronounced and Steve was close to swooning.
“I’m Eddie,” he said. “Eddie Munson. And who might you be, darlin’?”
Steve blushed. “Steve Harrington.”
Eddie’s eyebrows twitched upward. “A Starcourt escort in my house. I’m honored.”
Steve looked around the large foyer. “This is your place? It’s beautiful.”
Eddie smiled deeper. “Thank you. Now where were you off to just now?”
Steve giggled. “On my way to see you, actually. I’m not a fan of people being rude to the hosts. Regardless of who the hosts are.”
“Even if you disagree with their beliefs?” Eddie asked, a glint of mischief in his eye.
“I don’t go to those,” Steve replied with a wink.
Eddie’s eyebrows went up. “I wasn’t aware you had that much control over your clientele.”
“Maybe not to start with,” he said with a shrug. “But as one of my friends pointed out recently, when you’re one of the top ten paid escorts you have a lot more leeway.”
Eddie blinked those long eyelashes and Steve was captivated. “That’s fair. And you deemed my little shindig as worthy? I’m doubly honored then.”
“Well...” Steve murmured tilting his head to the side thoughtfully, “more like my handler, Robin. But she knows what I like.”
“And you like heavy metal?” Eddie asked, amused.
“More like good causes and deserving people.”
A waiter passed by and Eddie grabbed two champagne glasses from the man’s tray. He held one out to Steve.
“Oh,” he murmured. His hands were occupied. He hurried to put the diamond into his clutch and tucked the clutch back under his arm. He then took the drink. “Thank you.”
“That dress suits you,” Eddie said, licking his lips slowly.
Steve ducked his head a blushed. “Thank you. It’s my favorite dress.”
Eddie smirked. “I didn’t know you were allowed to wear the same outfit more than once.”
Steve threw back his head and laughed. “Not normally, no. But the key is to change up the accessories and chose a different setting. The last time I wore this dress was for dinner with a client. Some quiet upscale restaurant where privacy is key.”
Eddie looked up and down Steve’s body. “You certainly fill it well.”
Steve smiled. “It’s more fun to get out of.”
Eddie nearly choked as he was taking a drink of champagne when Steve said that. Steve rubbed his back soothingly as if he wasn’t the one that caused the distress in the first place.
Steve tapped the back of his neck. “There’s a little clasp right here. Just unhook and dress just slides right off.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide and Steve could tell he was imagining it.
“Escorts are great for all sorts of things. Dinner with family you want to impress. Casual conversations and movies nights for the rich and the lonely. Arm candy for charity events like this one. Not all my clients are in it for the sex.” Steve patted Eddie’s arm and then down the rest of his champagne. He put his glass on the tray of a passing waiter and went back to Senator Lombard with a cheerful wave over his shoulder.
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Jeff came up and clamped a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “That was the most embarrassing display I’ve ever seen. If this was a Looney Tune, your tongue would be dragging on the floor, man.”
Eddie pushed his friend playfully. “Shut it, Jeffey.”
“No, seriously, man,” Jeff said. “I haven’t seen you get that tongue tied with someone you were interested in since we got our first record deal.”
Eddie sighed. “I really should have known better than to come to a gun fight with a knife.”
Jeff laughed. “Yeah, man. Escorts are trained socializers. You didn’t have a chance.”
“I don’t think I’ve seen anymore beautiful then him in my life,” Eddie murmured. “And I’ve dated rock goddesses, super models, and A-list actors and actresses.”
Jeff hummed. “He’s certainly something, that’s for sure.”
“God,” Eddie huffed. “He even gave an in with hiring his services if I wanted and all I could do was stare at him slack jawed and stupid.”
Jeff pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it. “Well according to Starcourt’s website they offer all sorts of services. Gang bangs, threesomes, roleplays, rut servicing. You could throw a dart at a dartboard and each section would be a different service they offer.”
Eddie bit his lip. “Fuck, there is no way they’d let him service my ruts. I’m a blocker buster.”
Jeff winced. “Yeeeaaah. The last time you spent your rut with someone, they went into heat almost immediately. A fun time to be had, sure. But that guy could have gotten pregnant and you would have been on the hook for life.”
Eddie grimaced. “It wasn’t that fun if I’m honest.”
“They would absolutely whisk him away the second he even scented wrong.”
He nodded. “Looks like all I can do is dream and maybe beg to see if they’ll let me take him out to dinner.”
Jeff just shook his head. His friend was hopeless.
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To say Steve felt smug would be an understatement. Not only did his little interaction with Eddie Munson fluster the alpha, but it spurred on everyone else to stop treating their hosts like they had the plague.
Suddenly there was a sea between him and Eddie and for now that was fine. It had been a long time since an alpha’s scent overwhelmed his senses.
Eddie’s scent was warm like cardamon and cinnamon. Like a hot drink on a cold winter’s day. Steve felt engulfed by it. It took every ounce of will power and training not drop to his knees right then and there. His actual client be damned.
But he managed to remain on his feet and walk away without Eddie knowing how close Steve had come to breaking his composure.
Senator Lombard kept a hand on Steve’s waist after that. Steve was sure he could smell the way Steve’s scent when he came back was strong and wild.
The senator didn’t know who had caused Steve’s scent to react that way, but he wasn’t going to take any chances that Steve might be swept off his feet.
Steve spent a good portion of the rest of the night, rubbing his nose along Senator Lombard’s scent gland to calm him down. Every time Steve would laugh at another alpha’s joke or talk a little too cheerfully to another omega, the senator’s scent would turn sour and bitter. And Steve would have to start the soothing process all over again.
It was starting to get annoying and Steve was seriously thinking of putting the alpha on his black list for it. The fact that Steve came back should have been all the assurance the alpha needed that whoever had got Steve hot under the collar that they weren’t enough to keep his interest. But no. Steve was beginning to suspect that he was just a bitter old man.
Steve was given a moment’s reprieve when the senator was pulled aside by another senator that wanted to talk about co-sponsoring a bill on the Hill.
“God,” the omega woman Steve was talking to said. “I couldn’t imagine doing what you do. The heavy duty scent blockers, the spending your heats alone, the birth control. God the birth control alone must cost a fortune.”
Steve gave an awkward laugh. “Um, no. Omegas at Starcourt are infertile. They have to be, not just for the protection of the omega but for the alpha clients, too. Can’t have an escort blackmailing important alphas that their pup might be theirs.”
The woman pouted. “That’s so sad. Have you thought about adopting?”
Steve’s smile stayed on his face, but inside he died just a little. “I’d have to find an alpha willing to bond me first.” He said it teasingly, but he knew it was hopeless.
“A pretty thing like you?” the woman cooed. “The right alpha willing be baying for the chance to sweep you off your feet. Just give it a couple of years. You’re still in your prime. Enjoy it!”
Steve’s smile slid into something more real. He was grateful that she didn’t pity him and told him he still had time. Because she was right it. He did have time. There was no need to rush off and get bonded. He had the glittering lights, the fancy clothes, and rich food to enjoy while he was still young.
Too soon the senator had returned and pulled him away from the omega. Steve waved at her and smiled. He would later learn that she was Representative Jim Hopper’s second omega, Joyce Byers. Jonathan’s mom.
That made the encounter all the more wholesome.
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As Steve was pulled away he didn’t notice Eddie behind him frowning.
“Hey, Gareth,” Eddie said. “You got to talk with the senator’s date, right?”
Gareth rolled his eyes. “Yes, I got to talk to your crush.”
Eddie flapped his hands at him. “Shush. But how would you describe his scent?”
Gareth frowned. “I don’t know. Spicy I guess. Like Mexican hot chocolate. Why?”
“You brought an escort to the Grammy’s last year,” Eddie continued, never taking his eyes off Steve. “How would you have described her scent?”
Gareth’s frown deepened between his brows as he fought to remember. “Fruity, I guess. Sweet. Almost too sweet.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Gareth pressed.
Eddie just pressed his lips together.
“You know,” Gareth said into the resulting silence. “I would say his scent complements yours.”
Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and looked down. He could only agree.
Something didn’t feel right and he was determined to find out what it was about Steve Harrington that got under his skin the way it did.
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Donnie: Behold! The portal to time's past: The Chronotron!
Leo: So... It's a time machine?
Donnie: Well, yes?
Leo: Then why not call it a time machine?
Donnie: Yeah and while we're at it let's just call the Great Wall a fence, the Mona Lisa a doodle, and Albert Einstein Mr. Smarty Pants!
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Virgil's Gift: An Analysis on It's Symbolism and Possible Foreshadowing
Obvious spoilers for Thomas' newest Sander Asides video: What Makes the Perfect Gift? Go watch it if you haven't.
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So the yearly Sander Sides Christmas special dropped hours ago. (Yippee!) And there's a surprisingly large amount to be said for it to be a 13 minute long Christmas special. In fact, I'd say it's the most story focused episode since Can Plushies Improve Our Health?, and that was an ad for the Sander Sides plushies. There's just so much to talk about this episode. There's the implications of Janus and Remus being invited to play Secret Santa; the mystery to what Thomas' message was with his gift to Nico; the underlying tension between all the sides that reminds us of the angst we've already seen and how things still aren't completely alright and that the worst is yet to come; and, most notable of all, the question as to WHY THE HELL REMUS WOULD WANT TO F*CK ANDREW JACKSON??
But the most interesting thing to me is Virgil's gift to Logan, his reaction, and how it reflects Logan's current situation.
Virgil gives Logan a newspaper, claiming that it seems like something he would like. Logan however, does not read newspapers and is very disappointed by the gift. Remus and Janus make some comments on how unthoughtful Virgil's gift appears. But at the end of the episode, Logan finds out that the newspaper actually has a secret message and is the first puzzle of an entire scavenger hunt, which excites him a lot.
This is by far my favorite part of the episode. Not only is it heartwarming, it also symbolizes how Logan has been treated as a whole, and may even foreshadow future events in the series.
When Virgil gives Logan the newspaper, Logan is very confused, and asks him why he would give him a newspaper. Virgil replies, "Cuz' you're the Mr. Smarty Pants of the group. You like reading and all that." Logan is still confused though. Yes, he likes to read, but that doesn't mean he will read anything. Roman chimes in with Virgil, reinforcing that they think Logan will like it. Logan says, "Is that all I am to you? The reading guy?..." And Virgil replies, "I don't know man, give it a read! I'm sure it has something you like."
This entire interaction represents how Logan has been ignored and misunderstood throughout the entire series. Virgil gives Logan a newspaper, something he doesn't actually want, because he assumes he will like it since he likes to read in general. He made an assumption on Logan's personality based off things he already knew, something Thomas and all of the other sides have been doing since the beginning. Throughout the entire series, Logan is considered the smart one of the group who always provides information and exposition, and little else is expected of him. In ACCEPTING ANXIETY part one, Thomas assumes that Logan knew what his problem was because he provides, "the explanatory exposition in [the Sander Sides] videos because all the other characters are too zany or relatable." And in Selfishness v. Selflessness, Logan is benched after providing information that supports both Patton and Janus' sides because they assume he has nothing else to offer. Time and time again Logan is reduced to his function and the traits that go along with it, such as liking to read. And why these things about him are true, he is far more complex that who they see him as. But, as Virgil didn't seem to care to get him something he would actually like, they don't seem to care to learn more about Logan...
They do care though. And that's shown through the twist at the end. When Logan discovers that it's a puzzle, Virgil jokes, "And you thought I would just get you a newspaper. Tsk. What do you take me for?" Though it appeared Virgil didn't put much consideration into the gift, and though Logan believed Virgil didn't, he did, because he truly cares about Logan. And throughout the entire series, though they don't always listen to him, Thomas and the sides show that they care about Logan. Patton is always nice to him, Roman, while the most harsh to him, does secretly respect him, and Thomas, as shown in the song, "Incomplete," is not only aware that Logan has feelings and is more than just logic, he wants Logan to accept it as well. He also seems empathetic when Logan is disappointed with his gift. This represents how Logan's insecurities get in the way of him being fully accepted. Logan is convinced that Thomas and the sides will only ever see him as his function, and that they do not care about his other traits. This is one of the reasons he represses his emotions, and is shown by how quickly Logan believes Virgil got him a newspaper simply because he likes to read. Though Logan may not realize it, Thomas and the sides love and accept him fully, and Logan needs to see that.
However, it seems that someone doesn't want him to see that...
And that's where the foreshadowing comes into play.
After the conversation Virgil gives Logan his gift, Janus chimes in, saying, "Wow Logan, looks like Virgil put a lot of thought into that one!" He emphasizes how little consideration Virgil's gift seemed to have. In doing this, he reinforces the idea to Logan that Virgil didn't care enough to give him a gift he would like, even though that's not actually true. And if he his doing this intentionally, he may also be reinforcing the idea that they don't care about him.
And Remus soon after joins in, proposing, "Kinda makes you wanna scream, huh?" This is obviously a callback to Logan's outburst in Working THROUGH Intrusive Thoughts. In that episode, Remus showed great excitement towards his outburst, implying that Remus wanted him to get upset. And now again, he suggests that Logan should get angry about it. It is very clear that Remus is trying to make Logan lash out on purpose.
Based off this, I believe that in future episodes, we will see the dark sides, or Remus at least, try to manipulate Logan into believing that Thomas and the sides don't care about him. In doing this, they'll persuade him into joining their side. Perhaps they'll make him a puppet for the Orange Side, or if Logan is the Orange Side, they will make him embrace it. Of course their plan won't work out though. Because even if the do get Logan to join them for a little, the other sides will show that they care. And perhaps if they do, Logan will finally be able to see that, and he will finally be able to accept himself.
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I don't remember why I wrote this but uhhh here's a short thing
Jazz waited patiently, in the Arkham Asylum staff parking lot. She could hear the sound of gunshots going off behind the thick walls, and some kind of minor explosion rocked the ground.
But still she waited, quietly, leaning against her car with an arm full of reports she was taking home to fill out and file.
She stared at the back door of the facility, it was thick steel, requiring a specific passcode to open. It was updated regularly, which made it hard for the staff to remember and caused many of them to write it down somewhere. Jazz had brought the issue up with her supervisor, he said he would look into it. That had been a month ago.
The steel door swung open, and out stepped the man she had been waiting for.
The Joker cackled to himself as he slammed the door behind him, trapping several other crooks that were hot on his tail. Jazz could only just hear their cries of outrage.
"So long suckers!!" The Joker cried mirthfully, before stopping suddenly in his tracks, an inch away from running directly into Dr Jasmine Fenton, Arkham's newest resident psychiatrist.
"Dr Fenton!" he grinned, giving a dramatic low bow. "What a delightful coincidence this is!"
"Hello Mr Joker." said Jazz, she referred to all her patients with professional respect, whether she knew their true names or not. The ones with doctorates seemed to appreciate it the most, very few people referred to them as 'Doctor' once they entered the halls of Arkham.
"You know I was really hoping we would run into each other." Joker placed a hand against the car, looming over the shorter woman. "I think conversation flows much more freely without that pesky glass between us, don't you?"
"I was just thinking that myself actually." said Jazz. "So when do you plan to return to Arkham?"
"Return?" Joker asked, before throwing his head back with a loud cackle. "Well that's just terrible for the self confidence Doctor, you don't have even a little faith in me keeping out of trouble?" he batted his eyelashes innocently.
Jazz met his grin with a polite smile of her own. "Oh? I'm sorry, I just assumed your stays at Arkham were all voluntary."
"Well that is an interesting observation," a twinge of curiosity tugged at his eyebrow. "Now what on earth could have put a silly little idea like that in your pretty little head?"
"You're an intelligent man Mr Joker." Jazz shuffled her papers absent mindedly. "I have no doubt you could stay out of Arkham if you really wanted to, but that would require killing the Batman and, well, we both know you won't do that."
Joker's smile dropped into a scowl, something Jazz recognised was dangerous territory, but she knew what she was doing.
"Oh? You think I can't kill the Batman?" he asked, his teeth glinting as they clenched tightly together.
"Oh, no, I know you can kill Batman." Jazz clarified, "You just won't."
Joker paused, it was one of the few moments Jazz had ever seen him caught off guard. She continued before he could collect his thoughts.
"Like I said, you're an intelligent man, a lot more intelligent than people give you credit for. I imagine it's hard to find someone you can match wits with, it wouldn't make all that much sense if you finally found someone and then just killed them off."
A familiar smile began to creep back onto Joker's face, pulling Jazz back out of the danger zone.
Another explosion rocked the ground, and more shouts were heard from inside the asylum. Joker had almost forgotten he was in the midst of a jailbreak.
"Aren't you observant." he said in a low, calm voice, narrow eyes focused sharply on her face. "So tell me little miss smarty pants, what's keeping me from killing you?"
"The joke." said Jazz, primly.
"What?"
"The joke." she repeated. "Your joke, the ultimate joke. I get it."
"You get it?" Joker asked, his face awash with confusion.
"You won't kill Batman because he's fun, sure, but the fact that he won't ever kill you either means you're locked in an eternal battle." Jazz shifted the papers under one arm as she reached for something in her pocket. "For as long as you refuse to kill him, he's stuck in your game, and if you finally push him into killing you, he'll still lose because it means you broke him. The only way he can win is if he dies. It's funny."
She held out her car keys.
"Please trash it when you're done, if they find it in usable condition my insurance won't cover me for a new one."
Joker snatched the keys from her hand, his usual grin stretching from ear to ear.
"Pleasure doing business with you Dr Fenton." he bowed low, and almost lost his balance as another explosion rocked the ground. "Ah! Amateurs!! Can't even get through the outer wall!"
He jumped into Jazz's little yellow Mazda and hit reverse hard, the tires squealed as he pulled around, bringing the car window back up alongside Jazz, nearly hitting her in the process.
"Just one more question." he said, pulling a gun from somewhere under his jumpsuit and pointing it directly between Jazz's eyes. "What makes you so sure I won't kill you?"
"Oh, I wasn't sure." Jazz replied. "It was just a hunch."
"You aren't even the littlest bit frightened of me?" he pouted, batting his eyelashes again.
"No." said Jazz, bluntly. "But please don't take that personally Mr Joker, you are a very imposing man. I just don't fear death. My parents have a portal to the afterlife in their basement, and it's actually a pretty nice place."
Joker's face froze for a moment, before he burst into outrageous uncontrollable cackles. He hit the accelerator and smashed Jazz's car through the security gates, the sound of crunching metal only briefly drowning out his laughter before he took off down the road.
Jazz watched him go, swearing under her breathe.
"Shit."
The security door behind her slammed open as three guards piled out and stared helplessly at the gate. One of them turned to her.
"Did he hurt you miss?"
"No," Jazz huffed, "Stole my car though. I tried stalling him as long as I could. How on earth does such a high profile villain keep escaping?"
"Corruption miss." the guard answered honestly, his voice quiet. "I'm sorry you were left to defend yourself, you're lucky to be alive. The Joker murdered his last three psychiatrists the moment he had the opportunity, I can't imagine why he spared you."
"I think he thought I was funny." said Jazz.
The guard paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Yeah I guess that'd do it. Don't worry about your car, Arkham's insurance will cover it. I got mine stolen in the last jailbreak, my new one is much better, the windows actually roll down." he grinned, before clapping a hand on Jazz's shoulder. "I'll see about getting you a ride home after debriefing."
"Thank you, how long do you think it'll take?"
The guard grimaced.
"I hope you didn't have any plans tonight, you directly witnessed an escape, you're gonna have a lot of forms to fill."
Jazz sighed. "Alright, lead the way."
Jazz's shift had finished at around 5pm, she didn't arrive home until 9, thankfully one of the kitchen attendants happened to live a few blocks over and had been happy to drop her off.
Jazz shuffled up the steps to her apartment block, stifling a yawn as she pulled out her keys.
Her hand paused, inches away from the lock. She tilted her head slightly, toward a dark alleyway between her and the next building over. She could have sworn she'd heard something, a light step, the smallest crunch of broken glass being disturbed.
She stared over into the shadows, maintaining eye contact with the darkness as she unlocked the door and opened it, but she didn't step inside. Instead she stood back, held the door open, and waited.
After a few moments of silence, a shape emerged from the alley, splitting from the shadows as though it had been a part of them.
The Batman walked up her steps and passed through the open doorway. Jazz followed, leading the large man up to the second floor and into a small studio apartment.
"You have good eyes." He said, in a low, quiet tone.
"Ears." Jazz corrected, as she made her way over to the tiny kitchen. "I grew up with a brother who would sneak up on me any chance he got, he was good at it too, was practically invisible. I got used to listening for his footsteps. Tea?"
"No thank you."
She prepared herself a cup, seemingly unbothered by the vigilante in her living room.
"So can I assume this is about the jailbreak at Arkham?" she asked. "I don't know what I can tell you that you can't get from hacking Arkham's computer system, which I'll guess you've already done. I gave my statement and filled the reports, it's all there."
"They were very brief."
"There wasn't a lot to say." Jazz shrugged. "I tried to stall him until the guards arrived, I failed, he took my car."
"Security footage showed you handing him the keys, after waiting in the parking lot for several minutes."
"I have a good rapport with all my patients, I believed I might have been able to stall whoever came out long enough for security to catch up. When I felt our conversation was running short I distracted him by offering up my keys, should I not have?" she raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure that would have gone just great for me, the man has killed people over far less."
"But he didn't kill you, unlike his previous psychiatrists."
"What exactly are you insinuating?" Jazz turned from the kettle on the stove to face the man. "That I just let him get away? That he bribed me?"
"Bribing you wouldn't keep him from killing you, it likely would have increased the chances. Loyalty means nothing to a man like Joker."
"Then what do you want?" Jazz asked, exasperation clouded her face. "I've been answering questions for the past four hours, you can go read the transcripts instead of bothering me."
"The conversation on the footage appeared longer than the one you recounted to security." Batman stated, still speaking in that low, unwavering monotone. "I want the unabridged version."
Jazz chewed the inside of her cheek, a nervous habit she'd picked up from her mother. Before she could say a word the kettle on the stove began to whistle, she hurried to take it off the heat.
"I said as much as I could without breaking patient confidentiality." she admitted as she poured herself a mug of green tea. "I only gave what was important, I said as much during the security debriefing."
"And they accepted that?"
"If it's not relevant to them they don't care." Jazz blew on her tea before taking a small sip. "If you want to know why he didn't kill me, I can only give you my best guess."
"Which is?"
"I made him laugh." she shrugged.
The room was quiet for a few moments, the only sounds coming from a light pattering of rain just starting to hit the windows, and Jazz softly blowing the steam from her tea.
"Is that why you were able to stay calm? You knew how to make him laugh?" Batman asked.
"Oh, no, it wasn't even a joke, more like a personal anecdote." Jazz shrugged. "I shared it more with the intention of peaking his curiosity than making him laugh, seems like I got lucky."
"Hm." Batman grunted. His eyes narrowed beneath his cowl, pensive. "You said you have a good rapport with your patients."
Jazz nodded.
"Joker notoriously despises any psychiatrist assigned to him, the only one he didn't kill he manipulated into working for him." Batman's voice softened almost imperceptibly with concern. "Do you think he might see you as a potential victim like Harley Quinn?"
Jazz's gaze dropped to the floor as she took another sip of her tea.
"I've already considered that possibility, but trust me when I tell you that I'm not that easily manipulated, and I'm not speaking out of arrogance." her eyes flickered up to meet Batman's directly. "I'm speaking from experience, I have gone toe to toe with severely disturbed manipulators in my own personal life, I know what to look for."
Batman nodded slowly.
"Good, but stay vigilant, the Joker is smarter than-"
"People give him credit for, I know." Jazz nodded. "And he knows I know, I'm not sure he's had a doctor acknowledge that before. Not according to his previous mental health records anyway. I don't think he was expecting that from me, it might have been a contributor to his decision not to kill me."
"There's still one thing I don't understand." Batman glanced over to the window as the rain began to slap more heavily against the glass. "In the footage you were completely calm, not even your body language showed any sign of tension, despite the fact that you were not entirely confident that you could convince Joker not to kill you?"
"That's right." Jazz continued to sip on her tea. "Are you familiar with my family?"
"I can't say I've had much of a reason to be. Yet."
"No, no you wouldn't have. Not many people do, not unless you run in very specific circles." Jazz lowered her mug down to the counter with a little 'clink', "I stayed calm because the worst thing the Joker could have done in that moment while he was in a hurry was kill me. He wouldn't have time to torture me, he'd want to just to get me out of the way. I'm not afraid of death."
"What does that have to do with your family?"
"Look them up." Jazz crossed the room and opened the door into the outer hallway. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have paperwork to complete."
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got-pucks · 10 months
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summer lovin’ || trevor zegras
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yourusername starting summer off with a bang 😎
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trevorzegras ✋🏻um actually it’s still spring! summer doesn’t start until june
→ yourusername okay mr. smarty pants 🤓 it’s summer to me
→ trevorzegras @ yourusername don’t pretend like you don’t love me
→ yourusername @ trevorzegras i mean like i guess 🙄
→ trevorzegras @ yourusername wym “you guess” 😦🤨
→ yourusername @ trevorzegras 🥸
yourfriend i need to see the rest of that picnic spread!!
→ yourusername so we actually ate most of it before i remembered to take a picture
→ trevorzegras don’t worry, it was scrum-dilly-umptious
user25 manifesting this kind of energy for the summer 💆‍♀️
jamie.drysdale trevor is a S I M P
→ yourusername as he should be! ☺️
→ trevorzegras and what about it?
→ jamie.drysdale @ trevorzegrasjust stating the obvious!
yourbestfriend woo summer!
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jackhughes lake house summer 🏊‍♂️
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moonlightblues07 · 8 months
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US vs. UK Draw off
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Nick having all the energy 😭 meanwhile Taylor uhm ok this is happening 😭 they are so Alex and Henry coded 😭
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He's so competitive until...
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This is the moment that he knew he fucked up 😭
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Good God Help Nick 😭
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I thought so too 😭
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They are so coded I can't function 😭
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Good God give me energy like what Nicholas have 🤧
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On the top of this was Taylor & Nick but this one is soo Alex & Henry 😭
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Nick was like ok mr. smarty-pants 🥴
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Henry the competitive is on Nick's Body 🤣
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