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alex kisses henry to make another guy jealous. that’s it. no other reason. based on a prompt for @onthewaytosomewhere. modern au. 1.9k.
“You’re quiet tonight,” Pez remarks, halfway through one of the worst house parties Alex has been to in his life. Seriously; he’s been to so many, and none of the others even compare. “Something on your mind?”
Yes. “No.” Alex takes a sip of his drink and goes casually back to not looking at Henry.
He’s kind of not really been okay-totally-watching-them all night, and it’s fine. It’s fine, because it doesn’t matter who Henry talks to, what matters is that he looks happy, and animated, and hasn’t stopped smiling.
He hasn’t stopped smiling all night.
“Hey, so, who’s the guy?” Alex asks.
Pez glances over. “Ah—yes, that’s a visiting prof in Henry’s department. Hazza talks about him quite a lot, actually.”
Alex grits his teeth so hard he’s surprised that none of them crack. “Does he.” He refrains from adding under his breath, Well, I’ve never heard of him.
“All the time, as a matter of fact,” Pez continues. He doesn’t even sound like he’s had to exaggerate. “And with good reason. It’s not even that he’s easy on the eyes, though there is that too. He’s already accomplished so much in the field despite being our age, from what I understand.”
“I see,” Alex says as neutrally as possible. He’s starting to see a lot from where he’s standing, actually, and he doesn’t like it. Like, at all.
Pez raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. “Do I spy something green?”
“No,” Alex says quickly, too quickly this time. “Nope. Definitely not.”
“Well, if you say so.” Pez pops an hors d’oeuvre in his mouth and chews, surveying the room like it’s his own private theatre. Like he’s waiting for something. Like he has a vision. It’s both impressive and disconcerting to see.
As if on cue, someone comes up to Mister Accomplished and claps a hand on his stupid-broad shoulder, drawing his attention away. He flashes Henry a grin—one that’s way too white and with too many teeth, in Alex’s opinion—before walking off and leaving Henry alone in the corner.
Henry, who’s no longer smiling as he closes his eyes and sags at the shoulders. He tilts his glass back and drinks.
Well, fuck. Alex can’t even be glad anymore that the guy has just left because now he wants to punch him for it.
“Douchebag much?” he mutters under his breath.
“Oh, most excellent,” Pez is saying at the same time. “Couldn’t have planned the thing better myself.” He clears his throat, all business-like all of a sudden. “It appears that our poppet is in need of assistance. Are you up to the task, Alexander?”
“Wait.” But Alex finds himself getting pulled along by the sheer force of Pez’s will before he’s even finished speaking. “What task, exactly?”
Pez looks two seconds away from rubbing his hands together like some kind of cartoon villain. “Nothing like making a man jealous to finally spur him into action.”
Alex sputters; didn’t he just say that he wasn’t—? But then he catches the pointed look Pez gives Mister Accomplished again. Oh. That guy. Then: “Wait, that guy?”
“Nothing gets past you, does it,” says Pez.
Alex makes a wild gesture. “You want me to make that guy jealous. Fucking how?”
Pez lets out a long-suffering sigh. “The fact that I must spell it out for you really does explain a lot, actually.”
“A lot about what?”
“One kiss ought to do it, I think,” Pez muses, almost to himself.
Alex swallows. Flirting with Henry every day like he does is one thing. Harmless, mostly, unless you count feeling heartsick that Henry never looks at him the same way.
What Pez is suggesting, though, may be the thing that tips Alex fully over into heartbreak territory.
“I don’t, um.” He clears his throat and glances toward Henry, who’s gazing into his now-empty glass. “What makes you think he’ll be down with this plan?”
“Absolutely nothing, he would never. Which is why we must be quick about it.”
“But,” Alex starts to protest.
“Alex.” Pez says his name like he’s scolding a child who’s being too selfish. “Don’t you want to see Henry happy?”
“More than anything,” says Alex, too honestly. Fuck.
“Then trust me on this,” says Pez, in the voice of a person who’s not to be trusted at all, before opening his arms wide and beaming. “Hazza, darling.”
“Oh, thank God,” says Henry, glancing up as they approach. “I need another one of whatever this was.”
“I have a better idea,” Pez sing-songs, then looks askance at Alex. “Unless, of course, someone’s getting cold feet. I can always ask if dear old Hunter’s available, I think I saw him by the—”
“No, I’ll do it,” Alex says instantly. “I’ll take one for the team.”
“Yes, a big sacrifice on your part,” Pez murmurs, and Alex shoots him a sharp little glare. Henry scrunches his brow, looking between the two of them in something like concerned confusion.
“Alex? What’s going on?” he prompts carefully as Alex marches up to him, taking a breath. He’s determined to do this for Henry, no matter the cost to himself.
“All right. I’m ready,” Alex says solemnly. “Lay it on me, Fox.”
“Sorry,” says Henry, “I still have no idea what we’re talking about?”
“Babe,” and Alex takes Henry’s face in his hands, “Don’t even worry. I’m here to make all your dreams come true.”
Henry stands frozen as Alex presses their mouths firmly together. There’s a second that lasts half a lifetime in which Alex thinks he’s made a terrible mistake.
And then Henry’s lips soften—wow, fuck, they are really soft, actually—and then he’s kissing Alex back and so hard that Alex stagger-steps, almost knocking a chair over as he pulls Henry even closer.
He tries not to totally lose it when he feels Henry’s fingers thread through his hair, or the hitch in Henry’s breath when their lips part and their tongues meet.
It occurs to him that they probably shouldn’t be kissing like this while surrounded by all their work colleagues. Alex doesn’t really care. All he cares about is how devastated he’ll be once it’s over.
Henry is the first to pull back. He’s breathless and smiling, and Alex’s heart hurts like fucking hell but this is what he wanted, right? To see Henry this happy?
Alex puts his hands on Henry’s waist, which, fuck, he shouldn’t have done that; now he thinks he might never let go. His breath comes up short as he gasps into the space between them, “Is he watching?”
Henry blinks. His smile falters a little. “Is who watching, Alex?”
“The guy you were talking to. I was trying to make him jealous.” Alex can’t bring himself to see if he’s noticed. Alex thinks he would rather die than look away from Henry right now. All he wants is to kiss him again even though he probably shouldn’t. “Do you think it worked? Henry?”
Henry has gone very still in his arms. The expression on his face is glazed over, distant. “That’s why you kissed me? To make someone jealous?”
Fuck, they really should’ve talked about this first. Fuck. “Yeah?” Alex winces.
“That man specifically? I didn’t even know you two were acquainted.” Henry heaves out a breath, looking strangely like he might be sick. “So you—you like him, then?”
“What? No, of course I don’t like him. I don’t even know him,” says Alex. Henry isn’t making any sense. “I thought you liked him.” Unless…shit. Unless Henry just doesn’t want them both liking the same guy?
Henry just stares at him for a long time. He’s looking kind of like Alex is the one who’s lost it. “You what?” Henry says finally.
“I thought you liked him,” Alex repeats, but this time it comes out as more of a question.
“You thought I liked him,” Henry says for emphasis. “That man.” Like there’s some other guy Alex could possibly be talking about right now.
“Apparently,” says Alex. He realizes he’s clutched the sides of Henry’s shirt and wills his fingers to loosen a little. It feels like some kind of miracle that Henry hasn’t shoved him away yet. “And then you looked so sad when he went to talk to other people, and I thought, I don’t know, that I’d help? Pez said you talk about him all the time, so…” Wait. Wait a minute.
Henry breathes out. Something solidifies in his expression, like he’s just worked through a math problem of his own. “Hmm,” he says in a weirdly calm tone. “Did he, now.”
“Yeah,” Alex says slowly. “He…” What else was it that Pez had said? Nothing like making a man jealous to finally…
Wow. Okay. Well-played, Okonjo.
“I see.” Henry looks pointedly around for Pez, who’s conveniently nowhere in sight at the moment. “Percy didn’t also happen to mention the fact that the man’s an absolute bellend who’s been gatekeeping my department’s research funding? That I’m thus woefully obligated to kiss the ground he walks on at parties?”
Ah. “He…did not,” Alex allows. “So, just to be clear, you don’t? Like him?”
“Christ, no,” Henry says firmly, and Alex feels something light in his chest flutter and try to take flight.
“Anyway,” Henry goes on, looking all sober now for some reason, “I ought to apologize on Pez’s behalf. He really was only trying to help, in his way. He knows how I feel about—well.” He flushes. “And I’m sorry, too, for kissing you like that. I was under a very different impression as to what it, um. Actually meant.”
“Yeah, hold up.” Alex straightens. “You kissed me back.” Henry looks cautiously on as Alex starts smiling and can’t seem to stop. “You had no idea and you still kissed me back.”
Henry goes a shade pinker each time Alex says the words. “Yes, well,” Henry says faintly. “I believe what you said was something about making all my dreams come true? Which I did take at face value.”
Alex tightens his hold on Henry again. Definitely not letting him go after that. “Henry,” he says. “You’re my fucking dream, are you kidding?”
“I—” Henry gazes at him. His smile is soft with something like wonder. “You’re serious?”
“How do you think Pez got to me?” Alex wants to know. “Do you have any idea how jealous I was of that guy when I thought you were into him?”
“Mm.” Henry tilts his head. “Yet you kissed me fully believing that it would, what, drive him so mad that he’d throw himself into my arms?”
“I did.” Alex takes both of Henry’s hands into his. “I want you. Henry. But I think I want you so much that the only thing I want more is for you to be happy.”
Henry’s eyes are bright and so very, very blue. “And if I told you that they’re one and the same?”
Alex is smiling so hard that it hurts. He never wants to stop feeling like this. “Then I guess that guy can be jealous all he wants,” Alex shrugs, bringing Henry’s hands up to his shoulders. “Because he can’t have your arms now, they’re mine.”
“Noted,” says Henry, mock-seriously. “Anything else you wish to claim while you’re at it?”
“Actually,” says Alex, “yeah, just so we’re clear,” and he pulls Henry back in for a kiss.
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lie detector test | ksj
plot | During promotions of his new movie, Jin was set in a lie detector test. Surprise, surprise! He was asked about you.
words | 2.1k+
genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au
pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader
disclaimer | usernames used in the fic are all fictional.
note | for my first post this month, here is another drabble for my favorite rumored couple *wink*. This one was set for 2021.
main masterlist | drabble series
Jin Takes a Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair
13,826,003 views January 14, 2021 Jin takes Vanity Fair’s infamous lie detector test. Has he ever lied during a casting audition? Does he really have a bias between dogs and cats? Is he a secretly good singer? Was he the one who gifted Y/N Francheskat?
Still Alive is out on Netflix on January 15, 2021.
“Okay, this will go around your chest. This one’s around your waist. Then, the last one is here in your arm.”
Jin sat stiff as the polygraph examiner put on the device on his body. He waited for the man, who recalled the name as Barry, to sit back in front of the polygraph. Jin tapped his fingertips on the wooden table while he looked at the interviewer. He strangely feels nervous about how serious around him feel. Even though this is just a Vanity Fair video as part of his promotions for his new Netflix film.
The interviewer began, “Is your full name Kim Seokjin?”
“Yes.” he nods with a wink straight to the camera, an unconscious habit of his every time he introduces himself.
“Were you born on December 4, 1992?” she asked once again.
“Yes.”
For a split second, Jin honestly thought of lying. Just to test if the machine really works. But decided to just do it later. Plus, his nerves are still kind of tense.
“Are you about to take a lie detector test?”
“I am.” Jin smiled.
The interviewer continued, “Are you nervous?”
“No…” his voice trailed off as he turned his head to Bob, who was sitting on the side.
Bob looked up with a serious expression, “He’s lying.”
Jin laughed, “Okay! Maybe I am. This is weirdly nerve-wracking.”
The video cuts to a plain white background with capitalized letters: JIN TELLS THE TRUTH. The video proceeded with Jin sitting more relaxed on the chair.
“The first category is… your life.”
A brown folder slid on the table. Jin, feeling more comfortable, wanted to laugh at how serious everything is. He watched this kind of video before and he didn’t expect it to be a bit intimidating. Especially Barry, who was friendly before they shoot.
“Is it true that you used Jin as your mononym to avoid connections with your family?”
“Yes.” Jin nods. He didn’t even bother to hesitate.
He came from a family that already had a place in the entertainment industry. Both in the production and performing departments. His parents were both actors who earned their fame sometime in the mid-80s while his uncle from his father’s side is a renowned filmmaker and producer who received critical acclaim for every work he does. Another aunt from his father is a successful broadway theatre actress. And when his parents divorced and his mom remarried when he was five, he have a stepfather who is also an actor.
“You are an alumnus of Juilliard.“
Jin nodded quietly, urging her to continue with her question.
“You said in an interview before that you took a degree for acting because you want to be confident with yourself when auditioning for roles in the future. Do you think you will be as self-assured as you are now if you went straight to Hollywood?”
“Nope.” he shook his head. “I learned so much from Juilliard and if I went straight to acting instead of studying, I don’t think that I’ll be able to pass auditions.”
“Speaking of auditions, is it true that you changed your surname in your early casting calls?”
“Yes, I did.” Jin giggled.
“Why?”
“I want to pass it because of my skills. I want them to be honest with me if my acting was good or bad.” Jin replied. “I just don’t want to be labeled as something because I am naturally related to someone. I wanted to prove to myself and others that I am also working toward my goals. It’s not like I have my mouth open to be spoonfed with offers.”
The interviewer nodded respectfully with his answer. Jin tried to say that as calmly and kindly as possible. He is aware that sometimes he gets called a nepotism baby because of his family history in Hollywood and he is grateful if he gets projects because of it. But he always avoided getting things the easy way. He wants to go through the same process as his other colleagues.
The interviewer continued, “Your mom once said in an interview with Conan O’Brien that you were interested in pursuing music when you were younger. Is that true?”
“Yes. I used to play instruments before.” he shared. He knows how to play guitar, ukulele, piano, and a little bit of violin. He learned the last one just because his dad asked him to learn it when he was a kid.
The interviewer was quick to ask a follow-up question, “She also said that you sing a lot. Some said that you have a really good singing voice. Do you agree with that?”
Jin shifted on his seat as he squints his eyes, thinking about his reply, “I… don’t know.”
“Seems unsure,” Barry mumbled on the side.
The interviewer eyes Jin, waiting for him to explain which he did, “I don’t really know. Sometimes I feel good, so I sing at home. Most times I don’t so I just don’t sing.”
“Is that why we never heard you sing?”
“No.” Jin laughed. “I just don’t want to sing in public. But I do sing… for a few people.”
“For a few people?” the interviewer repeated.
Jin nods with a smile, “Yup.”
Another folder was placed on the table.
“Let’s talk about relationships.”
Jin was never public with his past relationships. He is always a private person except when his drunk and he accidentally posts shit on his social media accounts. But other than that, he is very private. So, he wondered what relationship thing could be asked about him.
“Is it true that you prefer dogs over cats?”
He almost laughed with that question. So this is the relationship they are talking about…
“Yes. Dogs are more friendly!” he exclaimed. “Like they jump around and wiggle their tails when they see their humans. It’s so cute! While cats… they are so… aggressive.”
“So you don’t like cats?”
“Yeah. I mean, I respect cats. But I don’t think I’ll ever be friends with one.” Jin clarified.
The interviewer continues, “Is that so?”
She placed a picture on the table. Jin laughed hard. It was a picture of him and Francheskat, your grey Persian cat. He was carrying your cat on his shoulder, who was looking peacefully asleep like a baby. It was taken by a fan during the production of Lonely People in New York, where you begged your director to let Francheskat have a cameo in one of the scenes.
“Do you have any explanation for this photo?” the interviewer is obviously teasing him.
“The first question was a trap!” Jin giggled for a few seconds. When he calmed down, he continued, “Okay, Francheskat is a little fluff of sweetness. She is an exception.”
“Because?”
“Because it’s Francheskat.” Jin simply answered.
The interviewer did not bother to ask him for more elaboration on his answer. She read her cards again, “According to Y/N, Francheskat is a cat from an animal shelter in London. She said it was given to her as a gift by a friend back in 2017…”
Based on the buildup of the question, Jin already knows where this one leads. He had already read and heard tweets and articles about the upcoming question He tried to hide a smirk forming on his face.
“Are you the friend she was talking about?” the interviewer asked.
Without any missed second, Jin replied with a single shake of his head, “No, I’m not,”
As if the interviewer was expecting a response from Barry, she looked at the polygraph examiner. Jin did the same thing, carefully moving his eyes to the side. There was a five-second silence before Barry looked up again.
“He is telling the truth.”
Jin rolled his eyes and looked at the interviewer with a sassy ‘I told you so’ look and nod. The interviewer cleared her throat.
“For our last question–”
“Do you promise?” Jin cuts her off.
Confused, the interviewer said, “I’m sorry, what?”
“Do you promise it’s the final one?”
“Yes, of course,” she replied, still confused about why the actor asked that. “Proceeding. Was there any point that you lied in this interview and we did not catch you?”
“No.” he winked, causing more puzzlement. Even Barry was confused.
“Oh, what’s with the wink?” the interviewer asked as soon as she saw that.
“Not answering that one. You said the last question is your last one.” Jin mocked.
“Touché.”
The interviewer said. The clip ended with Jin smiling in a teasing way.
The new content was another reason for Jin to be talked about on Twitter. Fans of both Jin’s and yours– and even Francheskat’s– posted their thoughts after the video was uploaded. Your cat’s name trended as it was one of the most talked about and even replayed part of the said clip.
@/ACTORJINNN: jin baby blink twice if you’re scared of barry
@/bluemoon04: I still stand by the facts that support my theory. KIM SEOKJIN WAS THE ONE WHO GAVE FRANCHESKAT TO Y/N
replying to @/bluemoon04
– @/favecatmomy/n: the audience wants to know more about ur theory
—- @/bluemoon04: will be posting a thread soon bestie 🥰
@/francheskat_update: Francheskat was mentioned in Vanity Fair’s Jin Takes a Lie Detector Test video on YouTube. [insert YouTube link and screenshots]
@/y/nbestactress: jin talking about cats: 👹👺🤬💣🧨🔪 VS jin talking about francheskat: 🌸🌞🌈🥰💗🎀
@/elynextdoor: Just watched Jin’s lie detector test. Loved how he tricked the interviewer with his wink at the end 🤣🤣
@/seokjindrama: Not Jin denying that he can sing 🤡 as if we never heard him sing before
replying to @/seokjindrama
– @/alpacajin: omg where did u see him sing
—- @/jinnnstwt: donny posted on his ig stories years ago a snippet of jin’s singing when they were hanging out
A few days after the video was posted on YouTube, Jin is having a whole day of press junkets with his co-stars. It was absolutely exhausting as almost every interviewer asks the same question. Some are even overboard and personal. The cup of coffee in his right hand is the only one that keeps him going throughout this hectic day. He had a five-minute break before another interviewer comes in when his phone was handed to him by Daisy, his new assistant.
“Someone’s calling you,” she whispered.
Jin, who’s physically and mentally tired to talk with anyone, asked with a sigh, “Who is it?”
Daisy looks skeptical at reading the name at first, slightly scratching her head. She looked back and forth from him to his phone screen a couple of times. Finally, she read it, still unsure,
“Some weird… cat… person… Some weird cat person,” she repeated.
Jin tried to hide a smile forming on his face as he took a sip of his coffee. He thanked his assistant and answered the phone call. Luckily, everyone around him is too busy taking their own quick breaks to notice him taking a call.
“Hello?”
“I just watched that lie detector test video!” Your excited and happy voice was heard on the other line after Jin’s hello. “How was it? Was it scripted? Did the machine really work? Tell me about it!”
He smiled with your childish enthusiasm. You always expressed that you want to try such an interview ever since Vanity Fair began doing that. You never experienced being in a polygraph test before and you are really curious about it. Jin was ready to tell stories when he heard someone in the crew saying they have a few seconds left before an interviewer goes in again. He emptied his cup before speaking to you,
“I’m in the middle of a junket. How about I’ll call you later, bub?”
He heard you gasp, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry. I forgot about that. I just woke up before watching your video. I’m sorry!”
Given that you are in your LA home and currently on a month-long break, Jin understands that you forgot about the time difference between your two. He’s in New York.
“It’s fine. I’ll call you later,” he assured you. Daisy was already waiting for him to hand his phone back.
“Okay, okay. By the way, Francheskat told me she misses you.”
He smiled before replying, “Yeah, tell her I miss her too.”
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Get To Know Me Tag
Thank you @whatwewrotepodcast for the tag!
Are you named after anyone?
Nope, though I was going to be named Cinnamon after the MC from my Dad's debut novel.
When was the last time you cried?
This morning. I cry at everything and this morning my work pals were being extra lovely so I had a lil sob </3
Do you have kids?
Not yet.
What sports do you/have you played?
I used to play basketball and volleyball, dance, and I was a champion shot putter. Now I just run and do circuits.
Do you use sarcasm?
All the damn time /srs
What's the first thing you notice about somebody?
Usually their outfit ngl
Eye color?
Dark brown
Scary movies or happy endings?
Scary movies 1000000% I've been watching horror films since I popped out of the womb.
Any talents?
I'm a phenomenal baker if I do say so myself. I can draw pretty well too and I'm pretty good at tattooing myself :)
Where were you born?
England :/
Hobbies?
Being a plant parent, writing, DnD, hiking and being a menace.
Any pets?
3 dogs (Candy the Rottweiler, Bronx the French Bulldog and Mowgli the Border Collie)
3 cats (Dexter and Ziggy the Tuxedos and Benji the Tabby)
and a Bengal Eagle Owl called Tayah :)
Height?
5'4"
Favorite subject?
English Combined, Theatre Studies, Fine Art
Dream job?
I wanna own my own bakery cafe and eventually be a published author
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15 questions tag
Thank you so much for the tags, @ohhsodebonair @tessabennet @buckrogers @booksandabeer and @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place!! It's been super fun seeing everyone's answers go around :)
Are you named after anyone? >>> No. My dad picked out all of my siblings and my names because he liked the sound of them. But our middle names are all music pieces!
When was the last time you cried? >>> Hmm...I can't remember, which is a nice thing, but it was within the last few months--I cry when I'm angry, when I hear a particularly good song, when I've had a rough day and someone's nice to me...
Do you have kids? >>> Nope! But I am the oldest of four sisters so...
What sports do you play/have you played? >>> I was not put in any sports as a young child, due mostly, I think, to my parents wishing to keep me away from competitiveness and the concept of "winning" so my talents are limited to a backyard game of baseball or football.
Do you use sarcasm? >>> As a defense mechanism :(
What’s the first thing you notice about people? >>> I think how genuine they are in the moment. Are the self conscious? Nervous? Or having fun and being themselves?
What’s your eye color? >>> Dark brown.
Scary movies or comedies? >>> I never want to spend a nice movie night scared, so comedies!
Any talents? >>> This is badly phrased question, in my opinion. But I guess I'm good at picking out melodies and harmonies, I'm good at seeing a craft and learning how to do it myself, and leading really productive and quick grocery runs.
Where were you born? >>> On the East Coast of the USA
What are your hobbies? >>> Reading, writing, drawing, musical theatre, dancing, singing, gardening 🌳
Do you have any pets? >>> My little sister (number 3) has two guinea pigs!
How tall are you? >>> 5'4"
Favorite subject in school? >>> Fun fact: I was homeschooled :D
Dream job? >>> If all my financial needs were taken care of magically, I would be a writer. That being said right now I work on landscape jobs in the great outdoors, getting paid to exercise, with short hours for pretty good pay. It's not so bad ;)
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Thank you @restless-witch for tagging me ^^
Questions for 15 friends
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?:
Not as far as I know (i like to believe I'm named after a character feom "Pippi Longstockings" but i know I'm not) If, for some reason, i don't want to tell someone my given name I tend to use names of characters I played in a ttrpg or in a play (my favourite name is Valentine from Twelth Night) if that counts?
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:
Monday, from 8pm until 10:30pm, with some breaks (i had a bit of an exhausting week with a lot of bottled up emotions and rehearsing for a play in which sickness, death and loneliness are prominent topics is both cathartic and very hard sometimes)
DO YOU HAVE KIDS?:
Nope
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?:
i used to play handball (hated it), vaulting (loved it), track and field athletics (hated it), hip hop dancing (it was fun i guess but i also felt incredibly awkward), Judo (loved it), Jiu Jitsu (loved it). Now I dance (for the theatre but I'll still count it) and go running sometimes and very rarely I do some sword fighting with a friend
(i feel like I'm missing something but i dont remember anything else)
DO YOU USE SARCASM?:
Yeah, but only with certain people. I am very bad at telling if someone else is just being sarcastic or is genuinely insulting me, so i often worry that my sarcasm comes across as such. I often follow it up with "just a joke" or something
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?:
Probably hairstyle and clothes? Visual things by which i can try to remember them
WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?:
Brown
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?:
Depends on my mood
ANY TALENTS?:
One time I got out of bed and failed so hard that i broke a foot. Make of that what you will
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?:
Germany
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?:
Theater (including singing, dancing, acting, building the stage set, crafting the props)
cooking (i love doing it, i just don't do it very often)
playing the guitar
ttrpg
going on long walks/hiking
-running
-creative writing
-indulging in the hubris of thinking i can teach myself a new skill without doing any research (aka. Whittling, embroidery, crocheting, making my own dnd dice)
I feel like I'm missing something but oh well
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?:
Sadly no. But I'll give an honourable mention to the dog I'm taking on walks whenever i got time
HOW TALL ARE YOU?:
168cm probably. I haven't measured my height in ages
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?:
Theater and literature. Honourable mention to maths, not because i liked o4 understood the subject but because my teacher was the absolute best
DREAM JOB?:
Kindergarten teacher (and maybe publishing a book one day)
Tagging: @dhwty-writes @parttime-creative @sinilumi @combatbootsfemme @lycanbucky @lokibus @a-kind-of-merry-war @witcher-and-his-bard and everyone else who sees this and wants to do this <3
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Birthday Traditions
A/N~ This is a gift to my favourite idiot, @theatre-enthusiast
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH<3
Hope you like it!!!! Love ya 💕💕
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FANDOM: Marauders
✨Just wanna say that this is based in an au where Sirius and Regulus escape to the potters together, just to make things easier for myself lol✨
LEE: Regulus
LER: Sirius
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“REGGIEEEEE COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU AREE!!”
Regulus, covered his mouth in attempt to muffle his panting. Why did Sirius have to be such a pain??
Ok, so that was a lie. Regulus was just extremely nervous excited for what was about to happen to him.
See back when they were kids they had this tradition, every year on little Reggie’s birthday Sirius would play his favourite game.
What game you might ask?
Sirius liked to call it “Tickle Monster” and the rules were that he was allowed to tickle Regulus for as many minutes as whatever age it was he turned.
As the two got older the game stopped.
Their parents were never fond of the supposed ruckus it caused and after a while Regulus decided to agree with them, only seeking their approval.
Though he truly loved their little game, he asked Sirius to stop.
He was ten the first year their game was left unplayed and it was the worst birthday he ever had. He cried a lot that night but he never told Sirius. After all it was childish to want something like that.. right?
That was sort of the reason he was hiding from it now, not because he didn’t enjoy it but because of his pride.
He was 14 this year so obviously he was much too grown up for his brothers foolishness.. He definitely wasn’t secretly hoping his brother would find him. Nope. No way..
He was hidden in one of the guest bedrooms behind the wardrobe. Luckily James and his parents were out shopping for dinner, he was rather glad of that because it meant they wouldn’t see this embarrassing situation he was excited to spend some time with Sirius and get W R E C K E D.
He doubted that his hiding spot was all that great and it wouldn’t be long until he was found but that was all part of the fun.
It always played out in a similar way. Regulus would run and hide and Sirius would ALWAYS have “trouble” finding him, building up the anticipation.
After a few minutes the door creaked open and in stepped Sirius, who for once in his life was being quiet.
He crept in and slowly began to search the room talking lowly to Regulus, though he couldn’t see him yet.
“Reggg.. c’mon we both know what’s going to happen here.” A foot sticking slightly out from the corner caught his eye and he inched closer.
“You run, I catch you and tickle you silly so why don’t we just skip the hard part eh?”
Regulus had to hold his breath trying to stay as silent as he could manage with the threat of tickling mere steps away from him.
“Huh.. guess you’re not in here then.” Sirius smirked as he sauntered out of the room shutting the door behind him.
Regulus exhaled deeply as he formed a plan. If Sirius had come from the stairs he was probably going to check his room next. If he was quick enough he could make it downstairs and find a better spot..
He slid out from behind the wardrobe and bolted for the door silently turning the knob.
No sooner was the door open Sirius lunged forward, grabbed Regulus and threw him over his shoulder.
Regulus pounded his fists on his back but Sirius had always been stronger so there was no getting out of this.. not that he actually wanted too-
Sirius set him down on the bed pinning his arms beneath his knees so he had both of his hands to work with.
“Now Regulus Arcturus Black, you have turned what age this year?” Sirius asked in a playfully formal tone.
“Fohourteen,” he couldn’t help but giggle at his brothers ridiculousness.
“I see, now you already know the rules but we haven’t played in a while so let’s go over them, shall we?” He questioned, unrolling a pretend scroll.
“Rule one, NO SLAPPING, BITING, KICKING, PUNCHING OR HARMING OF THE TICKLE MONSTER!! Feel like that one needs to be drilled into your head.” He accentuated his words by placing fingers on his brothers temples and massaging gently.
“Alrihight alright I gehet it!” Regulus wasn’t even holding back anymore. The whole situation was just so silly.
“Rule two, I get to tickle you for fourteen minutes bla bla bla you know the rest.” He threw the non existent scroll away and pretended to think for a moment.
“I think we’ll start right here and work our way up, what do you think birthday boy?” He asked squeezing the tops of his thighs.
Regulus wasn’t able to speak, even if he could he would have no words so he just nodded weakly.
And so, Sirius started the timer with his wand and the game commenced.
Regulus had forgotten how ticklish he was and hadn’t expected to lose it this early in the game. Sirius hadn’t even been going thirty seconds and he was in fits laughing.
Sirius of course knew that he could do better than that and moved to his waist. Regulus spasmed and bucked his hips cackling as Sirius kneeled his thumbs into the soft fleshy parts of his hips.
Suddenly Sirius decided to switch spots to mix things up a little. He skipped sides because he didn’t want giggles he wanted to hear some real belly laughter. So that’s exactly where he went.
He poked his brothers stomach sporadically and Regulus s c r e a m e d.
“AHHHAAHHAHA SIRIUHUHUS NAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Meherlin Reg the neighbours will think I’m killing you!!” He laughed alongside his now frantic little brother.
Regulus thrashed and squealed as Sirius tortured his stomach, fingers slipping back to his hips every so often.
He alternated between different spots for the next few minutes wanting to get every where before his time ran out.
Soon enough he was down to 60 seconds.
“You know what that means don’t you little brother?” Sirius smiled menacingly as he pulled his shirt up slightly.
“Sihiriuhus wahahait you dohont have to do thihis!!” Regulus shook his head and tried to shimmy his t-shirt back down.
“Oh believe me Reggie, I do have too, it’s tradition after all.”
With that he took in an enormous breath and blew the sloppiest raspberry on his brother’s stomach.
Regulus had been laughing before but this was his tipping point.
His laughter bellowed through the house and didn’t even stop when Sirius pulled away to take in another breath.
Sirius, though he could be a menace, stuck to his word. The timer went off and he stopped, helping Regulus up.
He laughed at how his hair stuck up from his thrashing but soon helped him fix it.
They heard the key turn in the door and the Potters made their way inside, with James yelling for the two to come and look what they had bought.
“Happy birthday Regulus.” He smiled punching his brothers arm lightly. He turned for the door but before he could leave Regulus stepped forward and hugged him.
“Thank you sirius.. for all of this.” He smiled up at him. He was so glad things were back to how they used to be.
“No problem Reggie, now cmon let’s go help before James loses the plot!”
The two brothers spent the rest of the night with their new family and Regulus couldn’t have asked for a more perfect birthday.
#sfw tickle blog#sfw tickle#marauders tickle#Ler Sirius#Lee regulus#LYTTMATS means#drumroll please#…….#go listen to seven by Taylor swift👹#Happy birthday ash<33
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tag game to better know you
Ty @new-anon for tagging me! What else to do on a cold Monday morning public holiday then fill out a questionnaire about myself 🤔
What book are you currently reading?
The Wright Brothers by David McCullough
Definitely has nothing to do with the fact that we can see this book on Ice's shelf next to the photo of him and Mav shaking hands after rescuing the USS Layton...
What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?
I have only seen the new Spiderman (literally 2 days ago) so I guess that! I think it was pretty good, but tbh I liked the first one more.
What do you usually wear?
Pokemon or bird themed t-shirt paired with shorts or my high school gym trackies if it's cold. I have one green overcoat that I wear pretty much any time I need a jacket, it is very versatile in what weather it can be worn in.
How tall are you?
170cm, that's 5 foot 6 inches to those USAmericans in the audience (had to google that...)
What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?
I don't know any celebrities off the top of my head that I share a birthday with, and the only historical event I connect immediately with my birthday is a bad one lmao. Though it happened in the 1920s, so mostly only relevant when I was studying history in high school...
Do you go by your name or a nickname?
Serie! Fun fact, I made this name up on the spot randomly when playing Facebook games as an 11 year old and the RPG ones wanted me to input a name. I have been stuck with it ever since.
Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?
My current job didn't even exist when I was a child, so, no!
Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?
No relationship, and I have not had a crush since high school pff
What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?
Good at procrastinating, bad at resisting the lure of more wips 🙏 this makes for a wild combination haha
Dogs or cats?
Probably cats, but I am allergic to cats and dogs (and most fluffy creatures) so I don't have any pets :(
If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?
Probably my favourite things that I've posted this year was Dawn and well. haha. (nuts) because they were both very self-indulgent in a way that I always enjoy writing with codywan, though for very very different reasons.
What’s something you’d like to create content for?
I want to write more Aloy femslash!! I've written so much for her, but none really with the characters from the new game, and now with a canon femslash kiss under her belt, I think she deserves to be a wlw icon. Next year for femslash February I'm thinking of trying to organise a Horizon event to get some momentum not just for me but for others to create too
What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?
Val Kilmer's jaw.........
What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?
I can maybe half say the Horizon: Forbidden West DLC - I liked the overarching plot well enough, and they gave Aloy a lesbian kiss so I'm not too mad, but it carried over almost all of the issues from production that the base game had, which I was keen to see fixed in the DLC. That and the lack of backstory for Seyka or the Quen, the lack of side quests and the lack of interesting stuff to do in the wilds of the DLC made it a bit of a mediocre experience for me (though after HFW I wasn't expecting anything too good anyway).
What’s a hidden talent of yours?
Not sure if it's hidden, but I'm particularly good at spotting double spaces in a document. Pisses me off (it's my editor brain going haywire... my team is always making fun of me for this at work lmao)
Are you religious?
Nope!
What’s something you wish to have at this moment?
Someone to make me breakfast </3 alas after I post this I will simply have to do it myself
Tags?
@elwenyere @tragediegh @playablekairi @cillyscribbles if you like! No pressure ofc
#calling cheese as I wrote one of my fav fics for you#i would tag turtle as i wrote the other for her but not sure of her tumblr...#this is why people should have only one username across every site rip i cannot keep 3443342 names straight in my head#tag games#personal
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All of them for the ask game if you want to asdjklgf /nf
yes sirrrr
📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?
an art of venom and Carnage, my faves.
🍫 Cheese or chocolate?
CHEESE
✨ Do you have any nicknames?
a couple, Dromules/Drommie, Pluisje, Leonidas, Leonneke, Lionel Messy. and of course, 22.
🎵 Last song you listened to?
i hate myself by Citizen Soldier
✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?
yes.... no i'm not sharing it.
😏 Are you on discord?
i have 5 different discord accounts so yeah. i'm on discord.
💛 Do you have any piercings?
nope, but i wanna get some
🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?
their (bed)-room. a lot can be found in it :)
🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?
chocolite chip!
🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?
cat :P, i like dogs. but not more then cats
🎧 Headphones or earbuds?
headphones all the way
🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?
oke, is goed. dank je wel (okay, is good, thank you.)
🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?
i know several ways to hide a body and/or dissolve bones. as well as how to make a death look like an accident. an how you can poison someone without them knowing.
🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?
bit of both. depends on the day/night
🧸 Favorite place to nap?
cars, bit of sun/warmth + the motions of the car driving and i'm out.
🏳️🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?
yis sirrrrrr
🦋 Describe yourself in three words.
loud, emotional, caring
👖 Jeans or sweatpants?
sweatpants
🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?
don't go there :P
🧡 A color you can’t stand?
uhhhh, puke green
💎 What’s your most prized possession?
i would say my laptop. but at this moment it's a couple of my mom's shirts and some of her clothes.
☕ Coffee or tea?
tea, though i drink coffee as well.
🦖 Favorite extinct animal?
pternadons
🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?
too long- since 2018, 2017 maybe?
🌴 Desert island item?
blanket
🐸 Describe your aesthetic.
teenage boy who just got permission to dress himself
🔮 What’s your dream job?
i don't really know yet :P. i would love to be an astronaut
💙 Relationship status?
single af, and happy too tbh
🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.
red/black/white socks with optical illusion squares, white and orange shoes. yellow coca-cola shirt. red shorts and an black venom baseball cap.
🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?
multiple, yes. but a few i'll mentions is under the knife, brittle, theatre, nerves by icon for hire
🤎 What color is your hair?
pink!!
💌 Do you talk to yourself?
a lot haha
💄 Do you wear makeup?
nope
🌸 Best compliment you ever received?
about that they like the color of my hair. it's something i'm proud of cause i do it myself and it's a reflection of me :)
💞 @ your favorite blog.
can't pick 1 so: @feliksvg | @somerandomdudelmao |
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Ship it/Don't Ship it
Frostiron, WinterFrost, Winteriron, Pepperony. (The last I'm grinning evilly at because I will look forward to the angry discourse. LOL)
FrostIron
Ship It (I SHIP IT HARD.)
What made you ship it?
Around the time the first Avengers movie came out, I was just dipping my toe into Tumblr and Twitter fandom. I found and started following a ton of RP accounts on Twitter. And since RDJr is my favorite ever since Weird Science, there was a lot of Iron Man fanart on both of my dashboards. Shippy fanart started to slip in -- and while Stony was very prominent, so was FrostIron. My love for Loki had already started to bloom (plus, I was fascinated that IRL British Ginger Dork could, with a little hair dye, become My New Favorite Villain), and seeing him constantly paired with My Favorite New Hero -- and there was A LOT of very cool art --made me go Ooh. Plus, I befriended this awesome Tony RP writer who had an awesome RP thread with a Loki, and that, plus all the fics I started to read, just plunged me, heart eyes first, into SHIPPING IT HARD. I watched the movie 10x in the theatre, started watching all the interviews with RDJr and Hiddles, and eventually, I read a college au (that I loved) and decided I could totally write them even tho I hadn't written anything in a couple years. Thus, Dark Side.
What are your favorite things about the ship?
Besides the whole enemies-to-lovers thing? And besides the fact the ship was comprised of two of my favorite actors (at the time)? I mean, their whole dynamic is not so secretly my ideal relationship. The sarcastic barbs lobbied back and forth that rests comfortably atop the sexual tension the ability to keep up with each other is flamed on by. The intelligence that kind of quipping and humor requires -- and let's face it: someone is always hotter when they can stimulate your mind and your body. Add in the bonding that can happen over the shared Terrible Paternal Relationship and The Trauma That Makes Our Humor So Great and how they can heal each other, the debate between science vs. magic, and how they're much more alike than one would think. The fics that explore how discovering how much they have in common and how they learn to see each other in a different light (whether superhero and supervillain or not) are some of my faves and an element I often insert in my own fics. IDK, I just love them.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Not really? Any gripes I have are more with authors' characterizations of them. I don't go telling anybody they can't write them the way they choose, tho. I just nope out of fics that have anything I don't want to read. And then I write my own. :D
WinterFrost
Ship It
What made you ship it?
Similar to FrostIron, I discovered WinterFrost through mostly RP. But probably what made me fall head over heels for this pair was dipping my toe into RP myself. The friend whose Tony Stark I loved mentioned in convos that they wanted to start RPing a Bucky but wanted him paired with a Loki. They asked me if I wanted to try my hand at RP, so I did. This was about 6-7 months before CA:TWS was released, so there wasn't much if any, WinterFrost content yet -- and it was actually still called Lucky at the time. Anyway, Bucky was post-CATFA, and my Loki was post-Avengers (we mutually decided to start there instead of post-The Dark World). They randomly met and organically began to fall in love. The truth is, this ship is special to me bc, as we wrote Bucky and Loki falling in love, we were falling in love. So, it's all kind of woven together with my own love story. Kind of bittersweet now.
What are your favorite things about the ship?
There is a bit of a dark element to WinterFrost that I'm kind of drawn to. The RP was the only place I ever really explored that (kind of) -- although I did have an idea to turn my PWP WinterFrost into a serial killer AU. I eventually abandoned that idea. For a lot of reasons. By dark element, I mean the darkness in both characters potentially being compatible and flourishing. Bucky as the Winter Soldier was almost devoid of emotion (except when he saw Steve, in the movie at least); Loki, in contrast, was highly motivated by his emotions but kind of let himself get battered and embittered by them. At least the way I wrote my Loki. Beyond that, there is a great capability for them to bond over their trauma (again, similar to FrostIron). There is no bigger troll than Bucky (c'mon, he grew up with Steve Rogers, ffs), and Loki would relish in the chaos Bucky would cause with his commentary. I feel like there's a mutual mending they can do for each other. Loki can help Bucky battle his demons -- as a demon slayer himself -- and Bucky can show Loki a love like he's never known.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Nah. Similar to FrostIron, it's down to characterizations. I'll literally read anything about these two.
WinterIron
Ship It
What made you ship it?
I was already into FrostIron and WinterFrost -- and RPing both. So it was kind of like, "I ship Tony and Loki and Bucky and Loki, why not Tony and Bucky?" I RPd that for a bit, too. I haven't read or written a lot of this ship, so I'm not sure what I like beyond it being two actors I love, two characters I love, and liking that they could both find a little bit of happy with each other. Also, it's interesting to think about the internal crisis Tony would endure for falling in love with the man responsible for his parents' deaths.
What are your favorite things about the ship?
I honestly have no idea. Like I said, I haven't really dug deep into this one yet, like I have FrostIron and WinterFrost. It's definitely one of my smaller ships.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
No, but I wish people would leave WinterIron shippers alone. Way too much hate flung at this ship and the people who write it. It's annoying.
Pepperony
Don’t Ship It
Why don’t you ship it?
Honestly? It's because of Gwyneth Paltrow. I don't like her, as an actress, as a personality, as a hawker of vag candles -- whatever. I never liked her portrayal of Pepper. And don't come for me, y'all, bc believe me, I know how this sounds -- but I thought she looked too old to play Pepper. Yes, she was only 34, and RDJr was 43, and that's an age gap in itself (and coincidentally, Leslie Bibb was 35, which btw she does not look older than GP and...yeah). I think I felt the way they were portraying Tony Stark's womanizing ways it didn't make sense (to me!) that he'd go for someone closer to his age and stick to younger women. (Blame my brother. He's been dating girls my age and younger since high school. His first son's mother is my age. She was 4mo along when we graduated from hs. He dated a slew of girls near or around my age well into his 30s. His second son's mother was 6yrs younger than me. He's gross, I know. I tell him all the time.) Anyway, I love Tony and Pepper's dynamic in the comics (the few I've read), and when I RPd a Pepper (I did not use GP; I used my idea of a perfect Pepper: Jessica Chastain), I was told the way I wrote her was closer to comic!Pepper than MCU!Pepper, which I gathered was a good thing. People often misunderstand that my distaste for Pepper has nothing to do with the character herself. I LOVE the character. I think she's a badass, and I think she's the best working partner Tony could have -- which is why probably why I always writer her as Tony's closest confidant. But I also think they did Pepper a disservice by casting GP.
What would have made you like it?
A different actress, lol.
Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?
Like I said, I love the character of Pepper. She's a great foil to some of Tony's more grandiose ideas and she has a way of handling him without him realizing he's being handled. Maybe I'd ship it if she didn't start out as his secretary? There's something very creepy about a relationship between a boss and a secretary to me. Idk. As Besties, I love Tony and Pepper. Beyond that? No.
Don't come at me yall. @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea made me say all these things. LOL (jk ily!)
Thanks for asking!
Ship It/Don't Ship It
#ship it/don’t ship it#frostiron#winterfrost#winteriron#not tagging the other one bc i don't tag my hate
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“Oh don’t worry, this blood isn’t mine.”
(I vaguely remembered Midge mentioning an aunt in one of her sets and this is where I ended up)
"What are you doing here?"
Midge looked up from her magazine as Boise approached the little off Broadway theater she'd been waiting by.
"Just wanted to see if you'd actually show up," she replied cheerily.
She'd run into him at the Stage Deli a few days ago.
After a little bit of friendly pestering and an offer to buy him lunch, he'd told her the Wolford had gotten raided again, forcing them to close up shop. This time for good.
The cops they'd been paying off had been transferred to different precincts, and the remaining lot were decidedly less inclined to take a pay off.
And so Boise was out of a job.
Which is what brought them here.
They hadn't exactly been friends, but Midge had developed a sort of fondness for the gruff stage manager during their time working together and she felt compelled to lend him a hand.
So she'd tipped him off to an up-and-coming musical she'd heard was in need of a stage manager.
"Ready to head in?" she asked.
He let out a tired sigh. "Alright, fine."
Her heels clicked quickly against the pavement as she followed him up the steps, trying to keep pace with his lanky strides as they made their way into the theatre.
"Did you bring your resume?" she prompted.
"Nope," he answered, pushing the backstage door open.
She gave him a look. "Boise."
"I don't have one."
Her brow furrowed.
"What do you mean you don't have a resume?"
"I've never needed one before," he admitted brusquely.
Her steps faltered briefly as she took in this new information.
"You've never had a job interview before?"
"Nope."
"How'd you get hired at the Wolford?" she wondered, picking up the pace to catch up with him.
"Snuck in through the service entrance as a teenager, pretended to be a stage hand so I didn't get kicked out," he said, not bothering to look at her. "The guy in charge at the time thought I did an okay job, slapped some cash in my hand at the end of the day and said 'see you tomorrow'. So I kept coming back. Followed as the operation bounced around the city. Eventually I got promoted."
"And that's the only job you've ever had?"
"No, I worked for my uncle's bakery before then. But my references back then were my mother and his mother so…"
He looked over at her with a shrug and a smirk before finally coming to a halt.
"I'm not gonna get this, am I?" he asked dejectedly.
Midge exhaled.
"You don't know that," she said, attempting to be comforting.
He shook his head. "I'm not a professional kind of guy, Midge. Let's face it, I've been working in an illegal strip club for the past two decades. I don't have any legitimate references."
"Yes you do. You've got me."
"You?" he wondered doubtfully.
"Hey! I've been making a good name for myself over at Rockefeller, thank you very much. My word isn't nothing."
"Okay." He held up his hands in surrender. "You're right. Sorry. I'm still used to thinking of you as the one telling dick jokes, not someone with credentials."
"Well that's a step up from 'hey you with the hair,'" she smirked.
She stepped over to maternally fix his tie.
"You're a good worker, Boise. You're tough. You're loyal. And you can keep your head when things go sideways. You can do this."
She patted his arm, satisfied with his appearance.
"Now come on. Tits up! Let's go find who's in charge around here."
His face twisted in confusion as he followed after her. "Mine or yours?"
She shook her head, ignoring him as they came across a curly haired woman tidying pairs of dance shoes in the wings, the dancers for the show rehearsing on stage just beyond her.
"Excuse me! Hi. We're here for the stage manager position. We heard you were holding an open call for interviews," Midge explained as she approached.
The older woman looked up, staring at her for a long moment before her hands went to her face.
"Oh my stars…" she breathed. "Pigeon? My little Midgey Pidgey, is that you?"
Midge blinked, looking at the woman before her.
It couldn't be…
"Aunt Bertha?"
"Oh my! Oh Midgey, dear, it is so good to see you!" her aunt exclaimed, hugging her tightly before pulling back to look at her with a smile. "Turn around! Let me look at you."
Midge let the older woman turn her this way and that, hardly believing her eyes. "I feel like I haven't seen you since I was a kid."
"Well, that's because you haven't, dear," her aunt chuckled, a hint of melancholy in her voice. "Oh, but look at you. All grown up. I see you get your taste from your mother."
"She taught me well," Midge replied.
Her expression fell as she noticed the pair of dance slippers slung over her aunt's shoulder. "Wait, is that blood?"
"Hm?" Aunt Bertha glanced down briefly. "Oh, so it is. Don't worry, these aren't mine."
She turned to call over her shoulder at rehearsal going on behind her.
"Whichever of you ladies is bleeding, go sit down now! This place came with a security deposit and we're not losing it to bloody floorboards."
She shook her head tiredly, turning back to Midge. "Dancers…Some of these little chicky doodles want the spotlight a little too much if you ask me."
"What are you doing in New York? I thought you were living in Toronto," Midge wondered.
Her aunt nodded. "I was, dear, but a friend of mine has been working on a script for ages and finally talked Lester into doing the score. So naturally I volunteered to choreograph and, well, here we are! But tell me about you! Your father said in his letters you went to Bryn Mawr? Got married? Is this your fella?"
"Ew, no," she blurted, Boise echoing his disgust at the suggestion right along with her, finally shaking out of his shell shock.
For he truly had been shocked speechless, she realized now, at the sight of Aunt Bertha.
"I'm sorry…" he said, finding his voice. "This is your aunt?"
"Can't you see the resemblance? I always said she took after me," Aunt Bertha beamed, hooking an arm around her niece's shoulder.
"Your aunt is Bertie Holloway? The Bertie Holloway?"
"That's me, love."
"Bertie Holloway is your aunt?" Boise asked again as if he couldn't believe it.
"Yeah? Why?" Midge wondered.
Aunt Bertha smiled to herself.
"A little young to be a fan of mine, aren't you sweetie?" she drawled up at him.
Midge could almost swear she saw him blush.
Boise! The guy who never once batted an eye at the mostly naked women parading around day in day out, blushing at her aunt's attention.
"Ma'am, I'm humbled to make your acquaintance," Boise said, taking her hands in his, practically bowing before her. "You are still to this day a legend of the cabaret circles in this town. The stories about the performances you held at the Gaslight back in the day. Both you and Lester! To have been a fly on the wall…"
"Oh, aren't you just a doll," Aunt Bertha laughed, tickled by his fawning.
Midge blinked, watching the display. "Gaslight? What are you talking about?"
"I'm surprised anyone still remembers my old speakeasy days," Aunt Bertha waved modestly.
"Remembers?!" Boise laughed. "Ms. Holloway, they're still auctioning off your posters for top dollar!"
"Would someone mind cluing me in?" Midge wondered impatiently.
Aunt Bertha smiled softly, remembering herself.
"I used to perform here and there back in the day. We had a pretty popular act, your uncle and I. Your father played with us too a time or two. Has he kept up with it? His music?"
"Y-yeah. He plays all the time. He's giving my kids lessons," Midge said, trying to picture Papa in a speakeasy.
"And is he well? Your father? Happy?" her aunt asked earnestly.
"I think he is," Midge replied. "He's writing now. I think he really enjoys it."
"That's good. Really good."
Aunt Bertha sniffed, turning back to Boise. "So you're a stage manager?"
"Y-yes, Ma'am."
"Hm. Do you sing?"
"Only in the shower."
"Too bad." She smirked. "I'm trying to replace our tenor. But we do need a manager yet and you seem like a sweet young man and a friend of my Midgey's to boot. Come on, I'll introduce you to Jeffrey, our director. Midge dear, if you've got time I'd love to catch up with you a bit more."
Midge nodded, checking her watch.
"Sure. I've gotta pick up my kids from school later but I can stay for a bit."
"Wonderful. I'll just be a minute."
Aunt Bertha wandered off, arm and arm with Boise.
"So what was your name dear?"
"It's um. It's Nathan. But everyone calls me Boise," he admitted shyly.
"Lovely town. Not much of a name for a playbill. Would you mind singing a little something just for me, Nathan?"
"Okay."
Midge shook her head.
"Nathan?" she wondered incredulously under her breath.
"She's always known how to charm 'em, hasn't she?" a man's raspy voice chuckled.
Midge turned, finding a black man of Bertha's vintage smiling fondly at her aunt as she ushered Boise off.
"I'm afraid I don't really remember," she admitted.
He nodded to himself. "I suppose you wouldn't. I don't think we ever got the chance to meet properly."
He held out a hand. "Lester Holloway."
Midge blinked, doing everything in her power to not let her mouth hang open in shock. "You're Uncle Lester?"
Lester grinned at her surprise. "'fraid so."
"Wow…" Midge breathed, shaking her head. "All this time I just thought my cousin's were just tan from the Canadian sun."
She'd seen a few pictures of Bertha and Lester's kids over the years, but never any with their father. He'd always been behind the camera.
Lester let out a laugh.
"Yeah all that Canadian sun."
Tapping his notes against his palm, he admitted, "It was her idea, you know. To move out there. It was our only option back then. And it was the right choice. But she also hated leaving. Missing out on so much of you and your brother over the years."
"I…I understand. Still a bit in the dark on the details but…"
She let out a breath, smiling genuinely.
"It's nice to finally meet you Uncle Les."
"You too, Miriam." He smiled impishly. "Or can I call you Pidgeon?"
A musician across the way called out to him.
"I gotta get back to work. Take care of yourself, yeah?"
Midge nodded. "Yeah, you too…"
She watched the older man go as he shuffled his way towards the pit, sitting down at the piano.
And it hit her just how little she knew about her family.
How little her parents had told her about their past…
Their history.
She knew the broad strokes and the old stories Papa kept in his book of impressive Weissman men of old. But what about their stories? Their lives?
She found herself walking outside to the phonebooth on the corner, dialing Susie's number in a haze.
"Hey it's me," she greeted, shaking herself out of it a bit after hearing her manager's voice.
"Do you still have keys to the Gaslight?"
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tagged by @komawo THANK YOU SM, I am soooo honoured to be included and I’m so sorry for the delays!!!! And omg of course you fit into the Tumblr community, I can’t believe you would even question this!
hot or cold shower: hot shower, my self-care practice is to drench myself in a hot shower and question all my choices in life
texting or calling: calling, so I think working from home has really soured my attitude towards texting or any text-related form of communication like emails, chats, etc...I can’t begin to tally the time and energy wasted on the back-and-forths, the typos, the waiting for people to respond, the misinterpretations and misunderstandings, the passive aggressive tension...like honestly, just press the little phone icon on MS Teams and we can resolve this 3-day email chain in 10-minutes, it’s not that hard.
earbuds or headphones: earbuds, got my first Air Pods this year and I’m not going back!!! If you have an iPhone, nothing will make more sense than Air Pods, I promise you.
paperback or hardcover: paperback, there’s something very nostalgic about the feel of a paperback book in my hand. It takes me back to a simpler and more innocent time, where all your life’s toughest questions could be answered in a satisfying concluding chapter of the book you’ve been working through.
More below the cut (because this got kinda long lol)...
matte or gel: I have no idea what this is referring to but my mind went to nails…like gel nails or the….other type idk. So my answer is idk...
12 hr clock or 24 hr clock: 12 hour, 24-hour clock is too complicated for my brain
blue or green: blue, favourite colour 💙 Only reason why I picked Team Mystic in PoGo
sunsets or sunrises: I wish I could say both but am I ever up to actually see a sunrise? 🤣
tulips or orchids: orchids, I grew up with orchids all around me. Even now, there are orchids everywhere in our abode because my mother loves tending to them. It’s actually kinda cute to see her tend to her hobby.
candle light or moonlight: moonlight 🌝 not only is moonlight prettier, but it doesn’t stoke my anxiety and give me constant fear that everything in my home would be burned down lol
sci-fi or horror: sci-fi, me and my anxiety cannot handle horror anything, nope.
pen or pencil: pen, I WANT TO MARK THAT SHIT DOWN IN PERMANENCE! Plus, I love Muji pens
pandas or koalas: pandas, #teambamboo
gold or silver: gold, it pops more when I incorporate gold into any projects I’m working on, silver kinda blends into the background, unless I’m using a dark background but I rare use dark backgrounds.
sneakers or boots: sneakers, comfy and practical 😊
denim or leather jacket: neither because they’re both uncomfortable, but out of the two, I would say denim
pink or purple: pink, esp pastel pink
choco or sour candy: sour candy, I used to hate sour, but the older I get, the more I crave sour things. I don’t know what that means…am I Hydrogen ion deficient or something?
deodorant or perfume: perfume, deodorant makes my skin feel all weird. Maybe I’m allergic
drive-in theater or cinema: cinema, I do miss going to the movies. I haven’t been as often since COVID lockdown and would really like to go back on a regular basis. Also, I’ve never been to a drive-in theatre but imagine it would be too distracting with everything around me. I really want to immerse myself in the movie….that’s why I enjoy going to the cinema a lot
pastel blue or earth tones: pastel blue, favourite colour pt. 2 💙 💙
lemonade or fruit juice: lemonade, goes back to my sour thing
past or future: As cliché as it sounds, I do try my best to live in the present so…neither?
Tagging @tangledupblue, @digitalworldbound, @reliablejoukido, @sluggybasson107, @places-people, @ri-ships-takari, @stoppingtosmelltheflowers, @ahiddenpath, @tohjofalls, @animegenork
and anyone else who wants to do this!
#tagged#it didn't say how many people to tag so I just tagged a bunch of people I could think of#and omg im sooo sorry if i missed you#T-T
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i was tagged by @largepeachicedtea - thanks!
Are you named after anyone? nope, pretty sure rachel was just a random name my parents liked.
When was the last time you cried? a couple of days ago. work has been super stressful the last couple of weeks and i’m not getting much sleep so it was one of those ‘sitting at my work desk trying to pretend like i’m not crying just because i’m exhausted af’ things.
Do you have kids? nope. i have five nieces and nephews whom i love and adore and that’s enough for me.
Do you use sarcasm a lot? indeed i do.
What sports do you play/have you played? i payed tennis as a kid. i liked playing it when we had training sessions but didn’t enjoy the competitions, mostly because i wasn’t really that fit lol.
What’s the first thing you notice about people? i don’t know? i don’t think there’s anything in particular?
What’s your eye color? green. i actually really love my eye colour, one of the few things about my physical appearance i like.
Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings. scary movies are okay, but once i moved out of home and started living alone i had to be more judicious about what i watch and when lol.
Any special talents? nope.
Where were you born? in the hospital of a country town in eastern victoria, australia. (sidebar: i just googled this birth town and somehow for some reason it’s actually a city not a town (with a population of 15k) when the place i currently live is a suburb with a population of 50k wtf)
What are your hobbies? i mean, just the usual: watching tv/films, reading, going to the theatre...
Do you have pets? nope. i don’t trust myself to be responsible for them, it wouldn’t be fair to keep them outside all the time but i wouldn’t want them inside messing up my house.
How tall are you? i don’t know? it always baffles me how everyone just knows this. i don’t recall ever having a reason to measure my height? am i just weird?
Favorite subject in school? english i guess, but not by a lot.
Dream job? whatever is gonna pay the highest amount for doing the littlest amount of work lol.
i tag: @crazyassmurdererwall . @cinematicnomad . @machtaholic . @crashlaanding . @soseverus . @jeysuso . @midnightstreet . @inell . and anyone else who wants to
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I was worried if I said yes to going out I would be too tired from my early shifts. So I waited to confirm with the group this afternoon. I planned my time out wisely, I got hyped by a coworker, and I got optimistic and started to look forward to it. This was the first time in years i've had the chance to celebrate New Years. I think i was 15 last time i got to celebrate. So I got my hair done and face done and then. And then I realised I don't know how to dress. I have been I a work uniform for 5 years straight I don't know how to dress for parties. My go to of jeans will kill me in this 30°c weather. But otherwise i just look like I am going to a fucking business meeting. I was keen to be young for once in my fucking life but I keep dressing like mother of four and I'm not trying too. I just want to be feel my age, not die of heat stroke and not look out of place. But I couldn't. I could go to the theatre, a business meeting or the craft store but I couldn't dress as me fitting in with other my age. Nope. Maybe it's only just hit me but i work with 50year old coworkers all day and i was ready to feel young for real and not just in comparsion to other.
So I tried again to settle for me so i could have a happy night still. Those friends would be fine but I needed to settle for myself. Best Friend overseas. 2nd best? 2 states away. Other friend group? I'm the one interstate friend. Little brother? Flew out today. At least I could just go to my favourite pub on my own ....... they're closed till the 7th of jan. I couldn't make it work. So now I am sitting with 6 hours to midnight. Sad and just sitting with the feeling that I couldn't make it work because I don't know how to dress and when my cowrker asks how my new year eve the answer will be "I'd rather not talk about it"
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Do Over - Chapter 2
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Chapter 2: Talking Back
First day and I’m already late. I got an office job, nothing fancy just so I can pay the bills but being late certainly isn’t how I wanted to start off. I start to rush past people on the busy streets, I can see the building at the end of the road. Until I feel my body being sent backwards and colliding with the pavement.
“Hey watch where you’re going,” I say, pulling myself up and brushing off my dress. I turned around to face who I collided with.
“Yer the one who ran into me,” the boy said, matching my annoyed tone. He was taller than me and had blonde curly hair poking out from under his cap.
“Well it takes two people to cause a bump like that,” I rolled my eyes and began to pick up my belongings and shove them back into my bag.
The boy scoffed, “you know I wouldn’t talk to people like that if I were you.” His tone changed slightly and I looked up at him, now towering over me.
“Or what?” I sprang up quickly, making him jump back slightly. “Are you going to keep knocking me over?” I spat at him, I surprised myself with how much attitude I was giving him. Riffs words played in my mind about the gangs in the area but for some reason I wasn’t worried.
I heard a low chuckle come from the boys mouth, “no, I was just saying that you should watch who ya talk back to. Not everyone will be so forgiving.” He turned and walked away without looking back.
I watched him walk away briefly before checking my watch. Shit. I ran the rest of the way to my new work and finally began my shift.
-later that evening-
“Why can’t I go?” Jo whined at me for the billionth time this evening. She was at the sink washing up after dinner, bothering me about letting her go to the movies with some boy she met at school.
I sighed, “because last time you went somewhere alone you needed a gang member to save you” I tossed the dish towel at her playfully and she began to dry.
“I’m not going alone Margaret,” she rolled her eyes. Jo stopped for a moment in thought then put down the plate in her hands and looked at me, “what if he comes to pick me up and then walks me home ?” Her eyes were big and pleading.
“Nope.” Jo’s face dropped. Maybe I’m too hard on her, I guess that would work. I sighed “I’ll walk you there.” I heard a gasp, “and then I’ll come get you after.”
“Thank you thank you thank you” Jo started to jump up and down, grinning from ear to ear.
I took a step forward and grabbed both her hands, “you better wait at the theatre for me” I looked into her eyes “and make sure he keeps his hands off.” I smirked as I watched a blush appear of Jo’s cheeks
“Oh my god, he won’t touch me” she said, pushing me away slightly. “I’m going to get ready” she hurried off to her room to get changed and I laughed at her as she ran.
I wish mama was here to see this. She always used to talk about getting us all dolled up for dates with boys, she hardly got the chance to.
I finished tidying up the kitchen until Jo appeared behind me. She cleared her throat, signalling me to turn around. I smiled proudly at my sister, it wasn’t often that we got dressed up but seeing her in her dress and makeup made me realize why mama was so excited. She looked beautiful.
We grabbed our coats and headed out the door. The theatre wasn’t a far walk, about 20 minutes, so I really didn’t mind taking Jo to her little date. We stood outside for about 5 minutes before a tall handsome boy came into view, he gave Jo a small wave as he crossed the road.
“Okay go away now,” she said quietly to me. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Alright, I’m going. I’ll be back at 11, not a minute later.” I warned her as I crossed the road. I watched from a distance as the boy offered his arm and gave Jo a flower. How sweet.
“Isn’t that cute,” I jumped at the sound of the voice that appeared next to me. I quickly turned to see Riff leaning against the building next to me, smirking like usual.
“Oh it’s you,” I said, turning my attention back to where Jo was standing previously. I watched her walk inside the theatre.
“You’re not here to see a movie?” Riff asked now standing next to me.
I turned to look up at him, I don’t remember him being this tall. I could feel my palms getting sweaty again. “Oh uh me? Uh no” I stuttered. What is wrong with me.
He smiled and let out a small laugh at my response, “oh no?” He took a small step towards me, narrowing the space between us.
“I was just uh walking Jo,” I say, taking a step back as he keeps coming closer. “You know, just in case.”
“In case of what?” Riff smirks in response and I feel my back hit the wall of the building behind me. He places both of his hands on the wall, one on each side of my head. I stared into his blue eyes for what felt like an eternity until a distant whistle made his head snap.
He pushed himself off the wall and grabbed my hand pulling me with him. I looked so see a group of guys headed our way, they were hollering and shoving each other on the walk over. If I was alone I definitely would have been nervous but Riff stood their smiling toward their presence, still holding my hand.
“Maybe I should get going,” I say, pulling my hand out of his grasp. “It's getting a little dark and I don’t want to walk alone in the dark.” I tell him, starting to walk backwards. “It was nice seeing you again.”
“Hey it’s you, with the attitude,” I hear a familiar voice call out, stopping me in my tracks. I look over to see the blonde boy from earlier being shoved to the front of the pack, laughing. I stopped walking.
Riff looked between me and the blonde boy with a very serious expression, “you two friendly or something?” He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, taking a drag with ease.
“That’s the dame I told ya about earlier,” the blonde boy came closer to us with a smile. He looked at me strangely before looking at Riff, who was already staring at him intensely. “I had no idea you knew each other.” He took a step back closer to the group.
“Well we do,” Riff said, stepping in front of me slightly. The gang all nodded at Riff's words. “I got some things to do,” he said, running a hand through his brown hair. I was completely mesmerized by his every move. He took another drag, “I’ll meet up with you boys later.” He nodded at a boy with dark hair who returned the gesture before walking past us. The gang followed behind, going back to making noise like before.
“Wow” I said, more to myself than to Riff. He let out a laugh and stepped closer until I was against the wall again. “So I guess when you said you’re in a gang-“
“I meant I have one.” He spoke, cutting me off. I could see his eyes searching my face trying to read my expressions. I did my best to stay calm and collected. “Are you scared of me?”
“Should I be?” I asked, feeling an odd rush of confidence. I feel my heart start racing as he leans in closer. I can feel his hot breath on my skin.
“A lot of people are,” he whispered. I looked deep into his eyes, they were a storm of different emotions but none seemed to scare me. He saved Jo once before, I don’t think he’d hurt either of us. I looked down at his hand that still held the cigarette and took it, taking a quick drag looking back at him. I exhaled without breaking our eye contact.
“No, I’m not.” My voice sounded stronger this time. I placed my hand in between us, on his chest causing him to smirk and take his smoke back. I smirked back and lightly pushed him off me, “like I said earlier, I should get home before it’s dark.” He let out a laugh as I walked away.
He quickly caught up to me, “Hold on, girly. You ain’t walkin’ out here alone.” His tone turned a little more serious but his usual smirk was back. He slipped his arm over my shoulder and I let him lead me towards my apartment.
The walk was quiet for the most part, I was too distracted by his arm casually slung over my shoulder. I could feel the warmth radiating off of him and I instinctively snuggled into him closer. I didn’t look up but I knew he was smirking at me.
“So, what’s with Mouthpiece?” He asked casually as we began to approach my building.
“What’s a mouthpiece?” I stopped and looked at Riff, confusion evident.
He let out a small laugh, “that’s the name of my guy that seemed to know ya.”
I nodded at him slightly, “we bumped into each other this morning and he told me not to talk back to him”
“Did you talk back?”
“Well, yeah.” Riff laughed at my response and kept walking ahead until he got to my apartment and sat down on the stoop. I tried to hide my disappointment as I walked after him but he seemed to sense the change.
He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read and stood up, placing his hands on his hips. I watched his blue eyes scan me over and I felt myself blush. We made eye contact and he smiled, reaching out and grabbing a hold of me by the waist, he closed the distance between us. I felt my heart rate pick up again being so close.
“I guess it’s goodbye for now, girly girl,” he said looking down at me. “When do I get to see you again.” His voice sounded hopeful, something I wasn’t used to hearing from him.
I smiled back, “Well that depends, will you be walking me later on tonight?”
“Where are you going later?” His brows furrowed as he looks at me, and I feel his grip tighten.
I let out a small laugh, “I’m not letting Jo walk home alone.”
He nodded and I felt his body relax slightly. He looked away from me, deep in thought. He began to move hands up and down my arms rhythmically, it was as if he didn’t notice he did it.
The sun had just finished setting in the sky and the wind began to pick up, howling through the nearby trees. It looked as though a storm was coming.
“What if I hang around until Jo comes home?” He asked looking back to me quickly. His eyes big and pleading.
“I think that’s a good idea.” He smirked and I was hooked.
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