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phantom-ellie · 1 year

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The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 22: Blackbird

Summary: Not all gay awakenings are positive, and not all reactions to rejection are healthy.

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I opened the door. I followed the lead. They said you just have to move towards the light. Say, ‘Hello. I am a gay man. My name is Stede.’

My mind wrote a letter my heart couldn’t read. A heart confused, misused, shamed, and contrite. So I opened the door. I followed the lead.

Is this how it feels to be freed? To accept who I am, what my forebears would indict? Saying, ‘Hello. I am a gay man. My name is Stede.’

Waking up gay, a gay awakening, is this what I need? Then why does my heart hurt, my chest still feel tight Since I opened the door and followed the lead?

A mirror, I practice, repeating my screed. But my expression remains the same, try as I might. ‘Hello. I am a gay man. My name is Stede.’

‘It’s too late,’ it threatens, it chokes like a weed. Self-acceptance is a resignation, a reaction born from spite. But I opened the door. I followed the lead. Hello. I am a gay man. My name is Stede.

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Stede doesn’t respond to Ed’s text. Not through the night or the next day. The blog post is angry, sad. Ed assumes that something happened with Stede’s father, but Stede isn’t asking Ed for comfort. He doesn’t want Ed’s love, or his friendship.

Ed was an idiot. Again.

And being an idiot, he does what he’s always done and calls Izzy. His voice is already breaking as Izzy answers the phone.

“What is it, Edward?”

“I’m so stupid, Izzy. I did it.”

“Did what?”

“I kissed him.”

“Fucking hell, Ed! I told you. Why would you do that?”

“I… I love him.”

“For fuck’s sake, this happens every time. And he rejected you, didn’t he?”

Ed feels so small. He can barely get it out. “Mmhmm.”

“And I’m supposed to drop everything and comfort you ,again, is that it?”

“Come on Izzy, you’re my friend. That’s what friends are for.”

“You have no fuckin’ clue about friendship, Ed. You drop me as soon as someone shiny and new comes along, and then I have to fix it when they leave. Every time! Do you know how draining it is?”

“I… I can guess.”

“You can guess, but you don’t know. I’ve been divorced twice, Ed. What were you doing both times?”

Ed sighs. “I don’t know, what do you want me to say, Iz?”

“You were too busy doing drugs with Jack to be there for me, weren’t you?”

Ed is silent for a few seconds. “Yeah.”

“Go to a gay bar, find someone who actually likes you back, get a therapist, I don’t care what you do. But it’s time to grow up. It’s time to figure it out for yourself. I have shit going on.” Izzy hangs up.

Tough love. Ed’s mind immediately thinks of Stede’s father. Then Stede. Then hurt.

Logically he knows not to blame Izzy. Ed has always taken from Izzy. He’s never given back, not where it counts. Anonymous donations to Los Robles didn’t count for much if they were anonymous.

It’s at this moment that Ed realizes that despite all the encouragement he gave to Stede, Ed doesn’t really know what a friend does, either.

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Mary: Did you meet with the estate lawyer?

Stede: Yes.

Mary: And?

Stede: It should be airtight. Preparing for lawsuit anyway.

Mary: You know I’m not going to ask for any of it in the divorce, Stede. The timing is just bad.

Stede: You are entitled to it and you will have it.

Stede: You deserve it. For everything.

Mary: See you tomorrow @ 11?

Stede: yeah

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Thanksgiving. So much to be thankful for. Right?

Maybe.

He manages to make it through the dinner all right. He’s quiet, but that’s okay. It gives him a chance to listen to Alma and Louis bicker a little bit, to see the drawings they’ve done and tell him about school. He can hear about Mary’s art show, which of course was a success, and he can feel a tiny bit of gratitude as she takes care to talk around any mentions of Doug.

At one point Alma pointedly asks Stede what he’s been up to, and he’s a bit at a loss to answer her.

“Well… I’ve been thinking a lot, I suppose.”

“That sounds boring.”

Stede huffs. “I haven’t had a lot of time to think recently, Alma. Sometimes it’s nice to take a break.”

“You could take a break here with us.” Alma looks down at her food, pushing her green beans around with her fork.

Stede puts his hand on hers. “I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart. I just need a little time to myself.”

“I thought that’s what you had work for.”

Stede shakes his head. “No, not even a little bit.”

When they finish, Stede isn’t too far in his own head yet, so he manages to clean up, do the dishes, to look around at the kitchen that he no longer considers to be his. He never considered any of this to be his, really. It’s as if he’s just been borrowing it.

He finishes up and slides on his coat, prepared to sneak out of one life that isn’t his into another life he hasn’t made yet. But Mary spots him.

“Stede… you don’t have to run away, you know? You can stay here. You can live here with us for now. Let me help you.”

Stede stops to think about this, if just for a moment. He imagines living as a ghost in his own home, too afraid to face his wife, his children. He imagines sitting on his bed, confessing everything to Mary, everything he feels. And in this imagination, they have a wonderful talk, one that solves and clarifies everything. Like it’s so easy. And Stede leaves the house, in his imagination, with new-found purpose as he reaches Ed’s apartment, knocks on the door, says those three words, and they embrace and live happily ever after.

In his imagination.

But Stede is a useless, pathetic coward. And his dreams will never come true.

So he gives a wan smile instead, tells Mary, “Okay, I’ll think about it,” and gets in his car.

Stede has always felt safest personifying inanimate objects. His hotel room has a minibar. He tells himself that’s the only friend he needs.

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Ed: hey

Jack: hey you unblocked me

Jack: ya getting lonely big guy

Ed: what if i am

Jack: door’s always open

Ed: you really gotta lock that shit

Ed: on my way

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Post from the blog Hear Something Weird:

Now you remind me of something I’ll never have So, blackbird don’t sing

Comments: MauritianSupremacy: Hey, we’re planning to take you out for drinks, you left the group chat. Check your texts PracticallyGayJesus: lucy told me to tell you we miss you LucyFlawless: That was not the way to deliver that message, babe

Chapter 23

#ofmd modern au #modern alternate universe #ellie modern au #cross posted on ao3 #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death fanfic #stede x ed #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ellie aosc

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kahran042 · 2 years

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Encyclopedia Brown thoughts: book 23

Encyclopedia Brown and the Case of the Jumping Frogs

General:

This is the last EB book to feature a Two-Minute Mysteries rewrite - The Case of the Lawn Mower Races.

The Case of the Rhyming Robber:

Um, @brownencyclopedia, you know that the book outright states that The Poet doesn't commit crimes for the loot, but for the thrill of outsmarting the police, right?

What kind of highway doesn't have mile markers?

The Case of the Miracle Pill:

I think this is the only book where Wilford Wiggins appears before Bugs Meany.

I also think this is the only case where Wilford isn't explicitly stated to be a high-school dropout.

Even if Antiflow were legit, I can't see what effect a little pill would have on a major body of water.

The Case of the Black Horse:

As I said earlier, flat-Earthers deserve no sympathy or validation, no matter how young.

Whatever did happen to Farnsworth Grant, anyway?

Get it? His name is Waldo Emerson, like Ralph Waldo Emerson, and he wrote an essay? :rollseyes:

Considering that Waldo wrote a whole essay on his insane troll logic theory, I'd say that he's being serious. He's just an idiot.

It must take a lot of restraint for anyone not to punch Waldo in the face. He's a child and, more importantly, not real, and I want to do so.

I love the fact that Waldo's prize was a round globe. >:D

The Case of Nemo's Tuba:

Nemo Huffenwiz easily is the goofiest name in this series so far. And he's "pudgy", to boot. Poor kid.

"March of the Frosty Flowers" isn't real, a quick Google search tells me, and neither is Suchalicki.

Nemo's parents didn't buy or rent a tuba. In their page-skimming, @brownencyclopedia obviously missed the fact that the instruments belong to the school, and that students aren't allowed to take the tuba home. :P

Why does Nemo refer to Alma as "big Alma," other than to make her look bad? Is he jealous that she has a better name than him?

The conductor of the youth orchestra is the second Mr. Downing to appear in this series, and the third Downing overall. New headcanon: he’s the son of John Downing from The Case of the Old Calendars and the father of Lizzie Downing from The Case of the Manhole Cover.

As much as I hate to admit it, @brownencyclopedia actually has a good point here - it does seem more like Nemo is trying to sabotage Alma than the other way around.

The Case of the Ring in the Reef:

Pretty strange for Bugs and the Tigers to not come up until the fifth case when they're normally introduced in the first or second.

I knew that dead fish floated, but I didn't know that they eventually sank, or that they lost their color.

The Case of the Jumping Frogs:

At least it's acknowleged that Ribbet is a nickname right from the start.

Why would anyone want or need a college for frogs?

Yes, Stinky has been a problem at least twice before, but Alma has only appeared once and, as stated earlier, seemed like more of a victim than the actual victim in that particular case.

Nice to see some depth to Stinky and Alma, with them being members of the science club.

Why does every kid in this series say "grown-up" instead of "adult"?

The Case of the Toy Locomotive:

Sol is kind of a cool name. Birdie... not so much.

Another @brownencyclopedia mistake: The locomotive wasn't one of the toys that the chiddlers were playing with. It had been brought in by "one of the men in bookkeeping" and donated to the auction.

Sledge is Bugs Meany's cousin, so of course he's going to be the crook here. :P

I'm glad that Sledge got to keep the locomotive he paid for.

The Case of the Air Guitar:

@brownencyclopedia actually has a good point in pointing out how ridiculous the rules of this air-guitar contest are.

Only one kid in a group of six had a digital watch in 2003?

The story itself contradicts its own solution by pointing out that someone with an analog watch could keep time just as precisely as someone with a digital watch, seeing as the analog watches all had minute hands.

And, of course, I seriously doubt that all analog/digital watch-wearers would state the time in the exact same way, as is implied here.

The Case of the Backwards Runner:

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Scholastic football teams at any level below college are a completely alien concept to me. Not good, not bad, just...weird. This could be because I went to probably the only high school in the United States without a football team.

Same goes for scholastic wrestling teams at any level below high school.

If you ask me, Felix and Rupert should just vilg and get it over with.

Five more books, and this project is fini!

#encyclopedia brown #donald j sobol #encyclopedia brown and the case of the jumping frogs

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reinacastro · 3 years

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Name: Reynalda “Reina” Castro Nicknames: Reina, Rey, Ree Species: Witch || Natural Age: “26” || 923 Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Pronouns: She/her Trigger Warnings: death

BIO/SEMI INTRO:

Light and Dark. Good and Evil. Wrong and Right. This used to be Reynalda’s struggle.

And still is-though the witch will not admit it.

Reina has been around for several years and she plans on being around for several more. She does what she needs to in order to preserve her life and good looks of course. But it wasn’t always easy for her to choose the light path. Until the choice was pretty much taken from her.

When Reina was very young, she grew very close with her father, Lorenzo, and thought the world of him. He taught her how to be patient, kind, and hold her head high no matter who spoke down to her or claimed they knew better. He was her rock.

Her mother Alma on the other hand, was a complete and a wicked bitch. Alma only cared for Reina to look pretty, have a body that could have all male and females beg on their knees for her attention, and to remember spells that only brought them good fortune-no matter who else had to pay the price. Alma paid Reina no attention until she came of age and her powers grew stronger. It was only then that Reinas mother had stopped waisting her time at bars and sleeping with other men; her mother has ruined more marriages and has broken many bridges that Reina is still trying to mend them to this day. Why Reynalda’s father stayed with her mother, Reina still wonders.

Her mother finally pushed Reina to her breaking point though. She wanted Reina to use spells and lean towards the darker path that was said to hold stronger powers over all creatures on this earth. Except, Reina had grown to love the light magic works and was very good at what she did. But, that choice-the choice of finding out what pleasures the “other” side could bring was taken from her when her mother finally forced her hand....

Many years ago:

“Choose now child. Choose if there shall be a death tonight.” Her mother stood before her in the woods outside their home. Stood with a knife on her fathers neck and his hands tied behind his back. Alma had wanted Reina to cast a blood spell that would finally draw her closer to the sorcerer side and shut the door on the light. Shut the door that her father had done so much to keep open to Reina and promised the world to her.

But Alma would have none of that.

“I won’t mother. Y-you can’t make me.” Reynalda struggled to keep her words steady and if it weren’t for the calm look she saw in her dads eyes, Reina would have lost it.

“Oh can’t I?” Her mother pressed the knife hard against her fathers neck and drew a deep line to keep a steady streak of blood spilling-but not enough for him to bleed out.

Reina swallowed hard but didn’t pull her deep chocolate eyes from her fathers. She knew him too well; she could read him by looking into his eyes-just as he could read her with a single look.

Don’t let her take your light away Reina. Not even for me.

Her fathers words passed through her and she felt the tears in her eyes finally begin to spill.

Please dad, do something! The girl pleaded with her eyes. But her father had simply shook his eyes at her. So much Reina had wanted to ask her father. So much she was dying to learn still. So much and many years her father was supposed to have alongside her. And now...it would be taken away.

“Do it.” Reina finally told her mother, looking at her father now and sending the last words he deserved to hear out loud and through his mind. “I love you father.”

I love you too mija.

“You think I won’t do it?” But Reina didn’t have a chance to open her mouth as her mother slit her fathers throat in a single motion. And there her father fell before her-his eyes closed and his face in peace.

Reynalda was never quite the same after that. Yes the woman was cheerful and was always smiling and having a good time. Pretending to be a “tough girl” with thick skin at first because that was required when you lived in a city like this one. Only those she really knew would get honest smiles and warmth from Reina. But, during the late hours of the night, when the moon was high in the sky or pure darkness surrounded the forest, Reina would find herself longing for silence and using her magic to cast a spell around her to let all the unwanted air out and contained herself in an air bubble; she wished to hear no noise, no chaos, no screams and no death threats that were a constant in Calamity.

She only simply wished to be with her father once more.

But her work was not done here. No. The woman was doing her best to teach those other witches the way of the light and the fun it could also bring. She wanted to get rid of the evil and unjust creatures that wandered this earth. And if not get rid of them completely, then to make them think twice about harming those who could not defend themselves.

Reina isn’t perfect though. There are times when she wishes to take the easier and “less restricted” path that calls witches to the darker side and she IS tempted. But, she always finds one reason or another to remind herself of her fathers sacrifice: the sacrifice that let her keep her choice of being on one or the other side-a choice that would have been taken away if she had bent to her mother’s demand and her father hadn’t allowed himself to be killed by her mother’s hands.

HEADCANONS:

Break Reina’s trust once and you loose it forever. If one wants to gain back her trust, they must start from zero and go above and beyond to give Reynalda more than one reason to help them.

Reina has a strong connection with the four elements: fire, water, earth, and wind. She studies daily as well as practiced wherever she is at. She will help any who want to learn magic or who struggles with staying on the “light” path. Has she been tempted by the seductive whispers from the darker magic available to her? Of course. But, Reina continues to find a reason to stay on the Natural path.

Reina will always, always help those who need help. There are times when different species cross her path needing help and Reina can’t help herself-she helps them. She strongly believes that if they deserve to die, then they will. But Reina will not have any part in causing their deaths or leaving them to die.

Reina is not at all boring. She loves to have fun and a good time. While she is “innocent” towards the side of magic, any other actions don’t always fall in that area. The trick is to enjoy Reinas company regardless if her smile is true; only those she trusts and believes in will hear her true laughter and see the difference in the warmth her smile can bring to the room.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

Hair: black/dark brown

Eyes: dark brown

Skin: olive

Piercings: TBD

Tattoos/Scars: TBD

TRAITS

Positive: independent & talented

Negative: unyielding & bossy

RANDOM

Talents: dancer, potion maker, (still adding)

Favorite Weapon: Powers & guns

Likes: (still adding)

Smokes: Yes

Drinks: Yes

Drugs: Yes

#Bio #Bio1

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fahhhhq · 4 years

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Similar but Worlds Apart: Part 7

Fandom: Narcos + Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Pairing: Reader x Javier Peña // Reader x Jack Daniels (a.k.a Agent Whiskey)

WaRniGs: Cursing.

Summary: While on search for your partner, your trip takes an odd turn when you come face-to-face with the twin of your partner. Twins that have no idea that the other one exists. And when feelings get involved, it is up to you to choose.

If you’re new here, start hereee: Part uno, Part kinda dos, Part tres, Part cuatro, Part cinco. Part seis.

Thank you always to those who read my stories. Love you long time.

Javier had never felt anything like he felt for Y/n. When she left, it hurt more than leaving his ex the day of his wedding.

He stood there, in the middle of her apartment. Alone. He was not a man that would cry, or get drunk over a broken heart, he had more important things to do. But with Y/n, all that changed. He left her apartment with a scowl and headed over to his. He slammed the door, huffing and puffing. Anger already built up in his stomach, sadness already in his heart.

“FUCK!” Javier’s anger boiled over and punched the wall by the door. He didn't care about the pain. He had enough anger and pain going on inside to care about his hand. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed the whiskey he had saved to share with Y/n. But now she was gone.

He wanted to smash it against the wall but did not. Instead he ripped the wax on the cap of the bottle and grabbed a glass. He poured way more than two-fingers worth of whiskey and downed it. It was 7 a.m. and he did not care. He wasn’t going to go to sleep anytime soon and it was his day off, and all he wanted to do now was drown his sorrows in a bottle.

He walked to his room and ripped off his clothes, angry that they still smelled like her. Angry that he did not want to take them off because they smelled like her but didn't want anything to remind him of her. At least not in that moment. He was too heated. Too sad. Too…heartbroken.

He showered, the water burning him, he did not want to be reminded of her touch, the way she kissed and caressed him. He opened the shower curtain, grabbed the glass from the counter and downed it again. When he was done, he put a towel on and went to get more whiskey. Downed more and filled it up almost to the rim.

When he changed into boxers and a t-shirt from his alma mater, he was already tipsy. But he still felt. And that is the last thing he wanted. He just wanted to forget her like he had done so many others. The thing was that Y/n was not like all of them. She was way out of their league. She was in her own league. She was a badass who did not take shit from no one. She was warm, kind, extraordinarily funny. No one had ever made his stomach hurt from so much laughter. Of course, she was engaged. He was a lucky guy, Javier thought of jack. But Javier wanted to be the one that was lucky to have her. He did not deserve her, he thought, so he made another drink.

Once Javier’s lips were numb from the whiskey and he began to feel drunk, he put music on. His head was a mess. He didn't want to think about her anymore.

The familiar guitar strings to Tennessee Whiskey started playing and then it all came back. Javier wasn’t going to be able to forget her like he did the others. Not one bit. So, he said fuck it and let it all out. He began to sing along with Chris Stapleton:

“I've looked for love in all the same old places Found the bottom of a bottle always dry But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey You're as sweet as strawberry wine You're as warm as a glass of brandy And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time”

Then when he was drunk, Al Green was next on the list.

“You’re nex Al, you know pein,” Javier said drunkenly as he played Al Green’s song How to Mend a Broken Heart and began to sing along:

“I can think of younger days when living for my life Was everything a man could want to do I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow”

Javier stumbled onto his couch, still with the glass in his hand, not spilling a drop. He was smiling, but not because he was drunk, but because someone had finally brought him to his knees. He was 41 and had never been heartbroken. He had broken hearts, and it was not something he was proud of, but it just happened as he liked to say, but Y/n had changed all that and more. Now he really knew what it was like to finally fall for someone, to give part of you to someone. But what Javier did not expect was for the other person to leave. To leave him standing in the middle of the room heartbroken and beside himself.

But he couldn’t quit her… Not this time.

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You were sitting at the terminal, waiting for your flight to be called. Tears slowly spilling from your eyes. Something nipping at your stomach, but you did not know if it was because you were worried and nervous to see Jack, or because you left Javier with a broken heart.

“Ahora abordando vuelo 3354 a Louisville, Kentucky.” You heard over the PA that your flight was boarding. Another step closer to see your Jack.

Your flight to Kentucky was heart wrenching. Your stomach in knots, you threw up twice, you took an hour nap when your eyes began to close by themselves. You had forgotten that the previous night you had hardly slept. You could not be in Kentucky any sooner.

When you touched down and walked out of the airport, you filled your lungs with that fresh Kentucky air and tears pricked at your eyes, again. You didn't know why you were so sensitive. Guilt nipped at your nerves.

A Stateman agency car was waiting for you when you arrived. The chauffer recognized you and took your bags immediately. He handed you an iPad and handed you your earpiece. When you were in the backseat of the car, Champ called via FaceTime.

“Agent Vino, are you on your way,” Champ was wearing a cowboy hat, he wore the glasses that we all used during our conferences with other agents, and a crisp suit as always.

“Yes, Champ, I am on my way, I will be getting there in about half an hour.”

“Sounds good, head straight to the ICU unit when you arrive,” he said.

Your mind went blank when he said “ICU.”

“Agent Vino, did you hear me?” Champ repeated himself.

You shook your head, trying to get the image of Jack in intensive care. “I heard. I’ll head straight there.”

“See you then,” and with that he disconnected the call.

The half hour that it took to get to headquarters felt like the flight from Medellin to Louisville. Jack was all that you were worried about. It felt like ages ago since you had seen him, touched him, smelled him. You missed him so much.

You stepped out the car and walked towards the old-looking building, but when you entered, everything was state of the art. You never got used to it. You walked as fast as you could. Almost running to the medical wing of Statesman. When you arrive, Ginger was outside Jack’s room, working on her iPad looking over something.

She looked up when she heard you walking to Jack’s room, “Y/N! Oh my god, thank god you're here.”

You hugged her and asked, “How is he? What happened?”

She gave you a sympathetic look and a small smile. “He was dropped off at the entrance of the building late last night. He was beat up, bloody, barely responsive. We still don’t know what happened.”

“Why? Hasn’t he told you?” Worry displayed all over your face.

Ginger took a deep breath, “Come with me.” She walked to Jack’s room and you followed. When you entered your breath caught. Your Jack’s beautiful face was covered in bruises, scratches and bloody wounds. His right arm in a sling. His hair was unkept, his moustache disheveled, and a small patchy beard was already hugging his jaw and cheeks. You could not move. All you could think is how could this happen. And WHO did this. Someone was going to pay for hurting him. And they were going to pay in blood.

When you walked towards Jack and grabbed his hand, Ginger spoke. “His brain function is semi-normal, but due to so much trauma that his body and head sustained, he’s fallen into a deep coma, Y/n. All we can do now is wait and see if he comes out of it. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

Tears were now falling freely from your eyes. All your fears were now coming true. Jack was in a coma and all you could do is wait and see if he would come out of it.

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the-everlasting-dream · 4 years

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Interrogation

Summary: Behati decides to get to know her mother’s neighbour better.

A/N: This has been in my head for the longest time and its finally coming to life. I would really appreciate if you left me a little comment of what you thought coz I’ve never written for MOTY before..

MC Faceclaim: Zoe Saldana

Kiddo FC: Yara Shahidi

Levi FC: Enrico Ravenna

Word Count: 1777

Warnings: None

‘Hey Rocket,’ Levi Schuler called out to his neighbour's daughter as he turned over two different bracelets in his hand. ‘Which do you think makes me look cooler?’

Ashanti was working late that night at the dress shop and she’d asked him to watch over her adorable daughter Behati and he was happy to oblige. Levi had always considered himself a big kid anyway so getting along with the nine year old was a breeze. She was so smart and witty, it caught him off guard sometimes. She was just like her mum. The thought of Ashanti momentarily brought a smile to his face before it morphed into a frown. Something wasn’t right.

‘Rocket?’ He called out, suspicious of the silence enveloping the apartment. A worm of worry grew in his chest and he pocketed the bracelets before heading to the little girl's room. He knocked on the door but there was no answer.

‘Behati?’

Levi tried to keep his voice even, as his mind ran through a list of the worst possibilities. If anything happened to the kiddo, he would never forgive himself. After a long terrifying moment, he heard her sweet clear voice call out.

‘Come in.’

‘Oh Rocket you almost gave me a heart attack! If anything happened to you- Wait why are you dressed like that?’ Levi cut his relieved rambling short, confused. He took in the sight of the nine year old, perched on her bed, wearing her school lab coat and massive costume glasses with a clipboard and pen in her hands.

‘Have a seat Mr Schuler,’ she instructed, nodding to a chair she’d strategically placed before her.

Levi obeyed, barely able to suppress a grin at how adorable Behati looked but sensing that she wanted this to be a serious affair, he decide to play along. ‘Am I in trouble ma’am?’

The girl shook her head solemnly. ‘I’m going to ask you some questions and get to know you better. We’ll start off easy. What's your favourite colour?’

He chuckled, graciously going along with her game. ‘Blue. What’s yours? Lemme guess..’ He gave a quick glance around the room then at her colourful t-shirt. ‘Purple..?’

‘Yes!’ Behati smiled widely before turning back to her clipboard. 'If you could be any animal the world what would you be?’

Levi puffed out his chest proudly. ‘Probably something cool. Like a falcon or a jaguar. Something thats awesome and badass like me.’ HIs eyes widened in shock, not sure what Ashanti’s policy on swearing was but not wanting to risk it either.

Behati patted his knee sympathetically. ‘It will be our little secret.’ She even had the gall to wink at him.

'What’s your third favourite ice cream flavour?' ‘I- Oh wow I don’t think I’ve thought about it before,’ he rubbed the back of his neck as he thought. ‘First would be chocolate for sure, then caramel…. then maybe…hmm. Gotta go with Ben & Jerry’s cookie dough. Love that stuff.’

'Speaking of food, do you like pineapple on pizza or not?’

‘Hell no!’ He exclaimed. ‘Why would you interrupt the rich awesome flavours of meat and cheese with something sickeningly sweet. Pineapple is the worst fruit. And fruit does not belong on pizza.’ He crossed his arms to make a point.

‘Are you sure?’ ‘One hundred percent positive.’ Behati’s eyes sparkled. ‘What about tomato? Thats a fruit and that definitely goes on pizza.’

After a beat, Levi shook his head. ‘Huh… guess ya got me there. You’re one smart cookie Rocket.'

She returned his fist bump before going back to her list. 'Which is your favourite Barbie movie?’

‘Uhh I… I haven’t seen any of the Barbie movies actually.’

The nine year old gasped as if he’d said he’d never heard of Beyonce or something. ‘Oh my gosh you have to watch them. My favourite is Barbie the Princess and the Pauper. It was one of the first ones and its got all mu favourite songs I also like the one where…'

Levi let her ramble on for a few minutes, taking in how adorable she looked when she got excited talked about her favourite things. She literally lit up like the sun itself. God she’s going to go far. And I hope I’m there to see it.

‘…but that one really sucks. Thats what Mum thinks.’ Behati gasped as if she’d gotten an idea. 'We should do a Barbie movie marathon! we’ll have snacks and drinks and treats. Maybe next time you babysit me we can ask Mum if we can do that.'

Levi ruffled her hair affectionately, grinning. ‘Sure thing Rocket. You tell me when and where and I’ll be there.’

They chatted on for a little bit, making their grand plans to talk Ashanti into letting them watch over 10 movies back to back before Behati went back to her list.

'If you had to be in a band would you chose One Direction or BTS?

‘Eww...Are those the only choices?’ he protested, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘I was thinking more along the lines of Bon Jovi or Led Zeppelin.’

Behati’s nose scrunched up. ‘Led what?’

Levi raised his eyes to heaven. ‘Hasn’t your mother taught you anything? They’re only the greatest bands of all time! Woooaaah livin on a prayer!’ Singing a few bars, he mimed a guitar solo and head banging for a few seconds only to see Behati covering her mouth to conceal her laughter.

‘Whatever,’ he mumbled, in mock annoyance. ‘You kids these days have no taste.’

Behati tapped her pen against her clipboard before continuing on. 'Are there more leaves in the world or blades of grass?'

'Er, blades of grass… I think..?''What about trees? Are there more trees than buildings?'

‘Um trees.’The nine year old cocked her head to the side.. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Uh pretty sure.’She was fixing him with an analytical gaze that made Levi suddenly second guess himself. Where there more trees than buildings…

‘Hmm.’ Behati took a moment to think. ‘I need to look into it.’

‘You do that. Any more questions?'

‘Did you make those yourself?’

Surprised, Levi glanced down at the two homemade bracelets he’d been clutching the whole time, sheepishly hiding them behind his back. ‘If you ever tell your mum, I’ll deny everything.’

Behati let out a giggle, breaking her act and Levi joined in, glad to see her so happy amidst the tough custody case her parents were in. If only that sonofabitch Guy would let go of his goddamn ego… This lil girl deserves the whole damn world. The whole damn universe while we’re at it.

‘Sorry to break up the party kiddo but if I don’t get you into bed soon, our chances of having that Barbie marathon are Poof!’ He mimed an explosion with his hands.

‘Last one,’ Behati pleaded, her mood growing much more sober as she fixed him with her big brown eyes. ‘Are you in love with my mum?’

What? That caught Levi off guard. How was he gonna answer that?

‘What makes you say that?’ He asked, nervously rubbing the bag of his neck, hoping for some stalling time.

Behati shrugged. 'Its obvious. You’re always hanging out here and you and Mum get really smiley around each other. I even heard Mum talk to Alma about it one night when I was supposed to be sleeping.’

‘Oh yeah? What did she say?’ Levi queried, filled with curiosity. Ashanti was talking about him..?

‘Nothing much,’ Behati replied between yawns. ‘She just think you’re cute and really really nice. So are you gonna marry her? Are you gonna be my new dad?’

He held his arms out in a defensive gesture. 'Woah woah, slow down Rocket, come back to earth for a bit huh? I don’t think we’re at that stage yet. Particularly with stuff with your actual dad.’

Levi looked at her open, innocent face, hanging on to his every word. He couldn’t get her hopes up but he couldn’t lie to her either. He debated internally with himself for a long moment before answering.

‘Look Rocket, you and your mum are amazing people and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I’m not saying anything too crazy with this but… I’d really like to be apart of your lives for as long as you’ll have me. Whether that will be just as your neighbour… or something… else. I don’t know yet. I don’t know what the future holds but anything is possible. You and I will just have to wait and see.’

He watched Behati nod, taking it all in sagely.

He gave her a couple more seconds before clapping his hands twice. ‘Alright bedtime. Even rockets need their rest!'

Soon after, Levi was tucking Behati under her space themed quilt before she piped up again.

'One more question.'

'All theses questions and questions but alright, I’ll take one more.’ he replied, crouching down next to her bed, tucking her under the covers. ‘Whatcha got for me?’

‘Can you play for me? Mum usually sings me a song to go to sleep.’

Levi felt his heart soften a little. ‘Of course Rocket.'

And that was how Ashanti found them when she came back that night; Behati fast asleep and Levi steaming idly on the strings as his face formed a gentle smile.

'Hey maestro. How’d it go?'

'It was great.’

She raised her eyebrows, watching him rise from the chair and make his way over to her. ‘What? No snappy response.’

Levi smiled softly at her. ’Nah not tonight.' She returned the smile albeit a bit confused at his sudden affection. ‘Everything okay there Guitar boy?' T

hat was what he loved about Ashanti. No matter how tired and run down she was, she always made time for others, to ask them how they were, if they needed anything or simply just to give them a little pep talk. Her pep talks were sometimes the highlight of his day, he’d miss having people hat would be in his corner to talk him up and hold him accountable. He loved how she… He loved..

He was falling in love with her.

He glanced at the sleeping child in bed and again at her mother in the door way, feeling strangely at home right here. I could get used to this. Ashanti stared up at him, puzzled and Levi could have kissed her in that moment right there but taking in her tired eyes and probably aching feet after a long shift, he decided against it. There would be other times. He opted for a kiss on the head.

‘Everything is perfect.’

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Doesn't it just piss you off when people brag about drugs and stuff? If the bragging sounds very “look at me I’m so cool and edgy, and you’re not because you haven’t tried it” it does get annoying and I just mute them in my head as I nod along. I don’t mind it if people raise it casually. You do you, just don’t be pretentious about it.

Have you ever egged a person? No, that just sounds stupid and is such a waste of food.

Are you a TV person, or prefer to actually leave the premises of your house? I normally like a healthy balance of both but eugh, these days I’m obviously so sick of having to stay home for this long. I will definitely be a bit of an extrovert once this is all over.

What do the home phone numbers start with in your area? Mine is 9. 8. It used to be different for all homes, but the main phone company in the country institutionalized the system not too long ago and announced that all numbers and hotlines were now going to start with 8.

Would you come to Australia if you had the opportunity? If everything was paid for or if it was a vacation planned out by my parents, sure. It wouldn’t be my first pick for a vacation as I feel like some parts of it have weather too similar to ours, and I simply just have other countries on my list that are bigger priorities for me to travel to.

I hope you said yes. Sorry bout that. I think it’s an interesting place though!

Are you with the teens these days? I’m still very aware of the trends. I share memes as if I was still a teen lmao and I definitely still use whatever slang is in, but I also don’t participate in a number of trends, like Tiktok or Instagram.

Or do they just piss you off with their attitudes? I haven’t seen anyone disrespectful in a while, but then again maybe I’m just biased towards the high school kids from my alma mater that I’m Facebook friends with lmao. Honestly, I don’t know a good number of teens anymore to have an informed opinion about them. The ones I know are very nice, not one problem about their attitude at all - but are definitely more vain and conscious about fitting in and looking good on social media than how the past waves of teenagers used to be.

You working? I am not. Yet. I will be very soon, hopefully.

Where abouts? What do you do? Just wait a little more, I’ll be updating you before the year ends.

You want a career, or happy with just a job? I’d wanna go jump right ahead and start building my career. Never really been a beating-around-the-bush kind of person.

Are you all for second chances? Not a fan.

Do you think anyone on the outside of a situation has the right to judge? Not always. I always take into account what that person might be going through, but I also recognized limits. I will never judge someone who just got an abortion, but like I also wouldn’t think twice about anyone who’s sexually abused someone else.

I hate kids cause they're all a bunch of layabouts. Why do you hate them? I don’t hate kids. If they’re acting terribly, I usually blame it on their environment or on their parents.

How cool was the 90's? Cool enough for a number of its trends to make a comeback today lol, like high-waisted jeans, chunky sneakers, and fanny packs. I don’t like the cheesy girl group/boy band love songs though.

What era had the best music? 2010s mainly because this is the first decade I got to emotionally connect with music at the same time they got released. Some songs in the past decades are important to me too, but I feel detached from them due to them being released way way back.

Do you find it weird that you've actually lived in 2 milleniums? Not really. I found it cooler when I read about people being born in the 1990s being alive for technically three (now four) decades. The math didn’t make sense to me at first but it felt like such a mindfuck when I finally understood it.

Has it occured to you that people won't see that for 1000 more years? No. Now it does.

Name someone you haven't seen for years. Raegan. She was a good friend of mine from prep and super super super insanely rich, it almost felt like I didn’t deserve to be her friend, much less be invited to their giant ass house lol. The last time I saw her was at my 7th birthday party during the summer, but she changed schools by Grade 1 and I haven’t seen her since.

Do you ever wonder if they think about you? I doubt it. We’ve lived very different, distant paths since then. It’s so weird though because even though we haven’t met up in 16 years, she literally just studies in the university beside ours. Literally a stone’s throw away. We’ve never seen each other at the nearby mall or anywhere in the area though.

So do you drink? Sure.

If you do, are you actually legally allowed? Yeah, for the last four years.

What about smoke? Yeah, but definitely not as much as I drink.

Into any of that hard schmak? Hard pass.

I think i may have made that term up. You smoke weed? Nope.

Did you know that weed might not be linked to skitzos afterall? I have no idea what you mean.

You know any Sams? A good amount, it’s a common name. I have a cousin named Sam, a former best friend, and I also went to school (both high school and college) with a good chunk of Sams. Kissed any Brads? I have not.

You have a pet named Bruiser? I don’t.

What's the best thing about Summer where you live? Going to the beach in the province. There isn’t anything exciting about summer here in the city, so we typically have to travel to have some fun.

Do you get snow there in Winter? We don’t get snow.

Do you wax your eyebrows? Nah I’m scared of most hair removal procedures because I’ve seen how red people get in the area that got worked on after leaving the spa lolol. Pluck or shave is fine with me since I’m not all that conscious about my eyebrows anyway.

Broken a bone? I have not.

Are you one of those people who do all communication over the internet? Right now, I don’t really have a choice. Normally my other options would be text or personally speaking with someone.

I think it's sad. I've heard of wedding invites being sent over facebook. It’s definitely cheaper and more efficient, but it just feels super impersonal to me. I’d still send out physical invitations, but I would also create a Facebook event to keep track of attendance and to send announcements if ever.

How do people know that there's a God? For some people, believing and faith have had a positive impact on them and they’re things that have influenced and molded who they are. It’s not invalid, but I preferably wouldn’t hang out with that kind of crowd.

How many places have you travelled to by plane? A. Lotttttt. Six countries, but way way more local provinces.

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Oh No, Emotions! Ch. 07

7. Training with the flame-headed Cassandra

Edwina came to the training room and warmed herself up for half an hour, just like her agreement with Luise had been.

First the mandatory stretching and breathing exercises, then she moved on to sit-ups and that stuff.

“Alright”, she muttered, “If I don't manage a hundred sit-ups, I'll go fucking bal-”

“Don't overdo it before your combat training”, a foreign female voice interrupted her.

Edwina shrieked in shock and whirled around.

In the door frame stood a red-haired woman, who couldn't be much older than her. She was tall, freckled and overall pretty damn attractive.

“Whoa, calm down! Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya!”, the newcomer cried, lifting her hands in appeasement.

“What the fuck?”, Edwina gasped and clutched her heart. “You couldn't have knocked or something?”

The redhead ignored the reproach and asked: “Are you Edwina Hyde? The new lodger?”

“Uh, yes?”, the brunette comfirmed cautiously.

The other woman grinned: “Awesome! I'm Alma Donovan, Luise's youngest sister! So good to finally meet someone remotely my age! And a girl too!”

Oh. So that woman was going to be her training partner today? And she was really related to Luise? She didn't look anything like – oh wait, she had the same ice-blue eyes.

“Wow, you look just like I pictured you!”, the red-haired woman

Edwina scoffed: “What, you pictured a 4,8ft short, slight brunette with acid green eyes?”

Alma grinned. “Believe it or not, yes!”

The brunette laughed: “Either you're joking or you're crazy.”

“The latter. But that's the lot for people like me. But enough talk! Let's start training! After all, that's what we're here for, huh?”

Edwina sure had a fun training session with the youngest sister of her landlady. The redhead didn't treat her with kit gloves and she liked that. And the taller woman was certainly skilled at street fighting.

“For someone who didn't practise much in the last two years, you're pretty good. You sure can hold your own.”

Edwina shrugged: “Well, I learned it pretty early. And you?”

“Learned from Aoimoku and a professional street fighter. Aoimoku trained me in martial arts, so I'm pretty good at that too. But the freedom of street fighting just suits me more.”

“What kind of martial arts?”, Edwina asked curiously.

Alma shrugged. “A variety of stuff. I forgot the names of all the arts.”

They sat down on a bench. “But enough of that! Tell me about yourself! How old are you? What's your full name? What way do you swing?”

Edwina frowned. They had just met! This was way too intrusive!

“You go first!”, she demanded.

Alma beamed, obviously all too happy to talk about herself.

“Okay, so my full name is Alma Alexandra Donovan, I just turned 19, I like knives, dancing and getting into bar fights, I hate guys who don't leave me or my girls alone, I'm a lesbian – what's the matter?”, she asked worriedly, when the small brunette's frown deepened.

“You're not going to flirt at me, are you?”, she asked worriedly.

Vigorously, Alma shook her head. “Of course not! You're pretty cute, but Luise told me why I shouldn't do that. Besides, I already have three girlfriends.”

Edwina stared at her. “Three girlfriends?!”, she repeated incredulously.

Alma grinned and nodded. “Damn right! I'm in a polyamorous relationship! They're the best girls in the world for even putting up with a maniac like me! But now it's your turn! Fess up!”

“… Fine. I'm Edwina Aloise Hyde – but don't call me Aloise or you can say goodbye to your knee-caps – I'm twenty, dunno which way I swing, I like this place (so far), I hate people in general, was a street rat for half of my life and spent two years in prison for manslaughter and some other stuff.”

“Only two years?”, Alma queried.

Edwina nodded. “Mild circumstances. I wasn't quite eighteen yet, the manslaughter was in self-defence, I turned myself in and confessed everything. Then I tried my best to behave in prison.”

The redhead nodded appreciatively. “Smart of you. All that stuff usually lessens the sentence.”

“I know”, the brunette replied, “I read about it at some point. They would have caught me anyway. I saw surveillance cameras all over the place where I killed that fucktard.”

“Bummer”, Alma muttered, “Why did you kill him anyway?”

“Tried to rape me.”

“Huh. Happened to me too. I just castrate those fuckers.”

Edwina looked at the taller girl. “Have you ever actually been raped?”

“Nah. Close, but I always was able to hold my own. Stuff like this is why Luise forced me to train. And you?”

“Countless times.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah.”

Alma sighed: “Well, if my mum was still alive, she'd probably sympathise with you.”

That made the brunette curious. “Why?”

The other ruffled her own flaming hair. “You probably know that Luise is only my half-sister. We have different mothers. Mine was a prostitute. So she'd probably understand you.”

A sharp, red-hot pain went through Edwina's chest, as if she was being struck by lightening.

“Did she love you?”, she asked quietly.

Alma blinked in surprise. “Of course she did! I still remember her sweet smiles, her lullabies, her warm, soft arms, her gentle voice, how she always smelt like coffee and dark chocolate and how she called me her little fairy. But when dad died, my older half-brother took all the money he left to mum and me and ran off, Devil knows where. That broke mum's heart and she died too. I was only seven at that time, so Luise took me in.”

Now Edwina was hurting even more.

She'd been abandoned right after birth. Her mother hadn't wanted her. And Edwina knew for certain that she had almost been aborted twice.

And this other mother, a prostitute no less, had cared so much for her children, that the betrayal of one had caused her to die of heartbreak?

“Hey! What's the matter? Why are you crying?”, Alma asked bewildered.

I … I'm crying?

“I'm not crying, you're crying!”, Edwina choked, trying to fight back the other tears that wanted out.

Alma muttered a curse, before wrapping her hands around the brunette.

Edwina hated this entire situation.

She hated body contact, hated that a girl one year her junior was seeing her cry, hated that her memories about her childhood had been brought up like this …

But everything hurt, it felt like she was falling apart, and she now she was left alone, she would-

Another two pairs of arms joined Alma's.

When Edwina looked up, she recognised Luise and Henry looking at her with great worry.

“Edwina, what's the matter?”, latter asked gently.

“What happened?”, Luise demanded to know, looking at Alma.

“I don't know”, Alma replied helplessly and stepped back, “I just talked about my mum and she started crying!”

“You idiot!”, Henry cried in outrage, “How could you assume that it wouldn't hurt her to hear that you don't have mother issues?!”

“I'm not an idiot!”, she snapped back. “Besides, she asked me if my mother loved me or not! Was I supposed to lie?!”

“Enough!”, Luise said sharply. “Henry, don't call my sister an idiot. She's not. But Alma, he does have a point. You shouldn't have brought your mother up. Now away with you two. I will not have my sister and my friend start a catfight right here and now. This situation needs a professional.”

Edwina felt Henry's large hand stroke her hair once more, before he let go reluctantly.

They both left and the brunette allowed the Lady's arms to encircle her fully.

It hurt Luise to hear the girl's anguished wailing and to feel her quaking in her arms.

Poor child … she deserved so much better.

“That's right”, she whispered, “You can cry. Let it all out. Shhhh …”

Edwina cried harder and buried her face in Luise's shoulder.

This went for about half an hour, before the brunette's sobbing finally quieted down and her trembling ceased.

“Feeling a bit better?”, the blonde asked kindly.

The young woman sniffed and nodded.

“Come on, sweetie”, Luise cooed and dried Edwina's face with her handkerchief. “Here, wipe your nose. You're a mess.”

“Thank you”, the brunette croaked and wiped her nose.

“Anytime, dear”, she replied gently and pat her shoulder.

They were of the same height. Luise enjoyed having someone in her house she didn't have to look up to.

“I still don't get why you're so nice to me”, Edwina mumbled.

Luise smiled. “Because you need someone to be kind to you. And because, despite all of your hardships, you somehow managed to keep your good heart.”

“It has never brought me good before”, the girl muttered bitterly.

“Well, now it does”, the blonde chuckled. “When I first met you – when you tried and failed to rob me-”

“Don't remind me!”, Edwina groaned, “That was, like, super embarrassing!”

“-I looked into your mind. I saw so much anger, grief and pain. But it took me only a second to dig deeper and there I saw the selflessness and kindness you buried under your protective, tough shell.”

“You think I'm a good person?”

The girl's voice was hoarse.

Luise nodded.

“No one has ever told me that before …”

“Well, then it's about time that someone did, isn't it?”, the blonde asked gently.

“What were your parents like?”, the brunette wanted to know?

Luise frowned. “Don't make me hurt you more than you already are.”

“… So they loved you.”

“Yes, but rarely showed it. They were mostly really strict and pushy.”

That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the entire truth either. Her parents had shown their love through small, simple gestures, but outright tenderness had been nigh taboo (at least in front of others).

“I got the supernatural thing from my father. He was even stricter than my mother.”

“On a scale from one to ten?”

She snorted: “Ten. It was like growing up in an army barrack!”

The brunette looked at her with huge eyes. “You're exaggerating.”

“No, I'm not!”, Luise laughed. “If I didn't get up at point 5am, he would strut into my room with a bucket of ice-cold water. He'd bark at me to get up, then give me one more opportunity to do so, before I got soaked! Five more minutes? Not an option in my family!”

“Seriously?!”

“Yep. Bad grades were no option either.”

“So you had to excel in everything?”

“Yes. Problem is I suck at higher mathematics and art. My father didn't care about art, but my mother was so disappointed.”

Edwina frowned. “One can't be good at everything, that's stupid.”

“I know”, Luise agreed, “Completely stupid. But with a high position come high expectations. I wasn't raised like a fairy tale princess, wearing pretty dresses and jewellery, dancing and playing with golden balls all day. That's not how being an aristocrat works. Being famous is like walking on glass. You can afford only so many mistakes, before your reputation is ruined for good. And without a reputation to speak of, you're practically powerless.”

Edwina considered.

The older woman's explanation sounded perfectly logical.

It had never occurred to her, that there could be more to it. All she had seen were those rich people drive around in expensive cars, wear priceless designer clothes and go to fancy celebrations with dolled up, fake-looking models at their arms.

“Some people are like that, it's true”, the blonde confirmed distastefully. “I hate them. They're spoiled brats who think they can do whatever they want. But if they suddenly became poor, they would be completely unable to take care of themselves.”

Edwina scoffed.

The countess continued: “You became homeless at the age of ten, went through the worst things and you're still here. Most of my rich acquaintances wouldn't last a week in the streets of London.”

“True”, the brunette muttered, “But you know … sometimes, I used to meet people who weren't the scum of earth, before they became homeless. There was a group of elderly professors skulking around Covent Garden. Smart people from rich families and now they have no home and must beg for each penny to survive. And other people who worked hard and still have nothing.”

She teared up. “It's not fair!”

“I know”, the older woman said gently. “I don't think it's fair either.”

“But you're rich!”, Edwina cried out in frustration, “You live in the poshest area in London in a luxurious villa, you employ over several dozen servants.”

The therapist nodded patiently. “Yes, that's true. But trust me, I know the meaning of the word 'suffering'. I learned it the hard way. When I was ten, I was kidnapped and used as a labrat in an evil scientific facility. They wanted to research the hell out of my abilities. That was awful.”

Holy shit!

“Then it happened again, when I was seventeen.”

“Whaaat-”

How could her parents let that happen?!

Luise, obviously knowing what she was thinking, raised her hands. “It wasn't their fault. First time I was kidnapped, while playing in the garden with our dog. Second time on a Ladies' restroom in a shopping mall. Both times, where it was possible for them to keep an eye on me. My father got hysterically overprotective after the first kidnapping, but of course he couldn't follow me into the restroom. And my mother was dead at that point.”

Oh … yeah, that makes sense.

“Then I got another hard lesson on life, when I was eighteen. That one was my fault though.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

That got Edwina curious. “What happened?”

The old woman laughed: “Well, I was extremely explosive after the second kidnapping and on top of that I was going through my bratty phase. My father tried to be easy on me, but at some point, he just got fed up with my attitude. So he decided I should get a big piece of humble pie and learn a lesson about life and the world at the same time.”

“After being kidnapped twice?!”

“Yeah. To his defence though, I was a sheltered child at that time and knew nothing about the life of poor people. He got fed up with my bitchiness towards everyone and dared me to last a month on the street, with no access to my bank account or credit card.”

Edwina snorted. “And you agreed to that?!”

“Being a hot-headed, inexperienced 18-year-old, yes. So he took my phone and credit cards and threw me out. That was legal, because I was an adult and he technically did no longer have to provide for me. Of course I quickly found out that, even with the help of my training and abilities, life on the street was super difficult. It was pretty mind-blowing to me, that I suddenly wasn't a privileged blue-blood anymore. Just another street rat with nowhere to go. No better than all the others.”

“Did you last a month?”, the brunette asked curiously.

Luise snorted. “Kinda. I came crawling back to dad after a week, but he refused to take me back, until he could be sure, that I had learned my lesson. It baffled me how hard street life really is. I wouldn't have made it through without help, but all these people had done it for months, years or even decades! They were the ones who helped me and I saw that they were no different from you or me or the others.”

The ex-convict grinned lopsidedly.

She knew nothing but misery, but it still wasn't hard to imagine how stunning it must have been for a spoiled, rich teenager to no longer be spoiled and rich.

Still though …

“And your father did nothing all the while?”

“Oh, he watched over me from afar. He thought I didn't notice, but I totally did (he was never good at being sneaky). If I had got into real danger, he would have interfered.”

The countess said that with such certainty, that Edwina couldn't decide, if she was relieved, envious or sad. That woman's parents might have been really crass, but they had loved her in their own crazy way …

“Let's no longer talk about that”, Luise cut her off gently. “Let's see if the other two are still arguing out there. Knowing them, they totally are.”

Edwina needed a moment to understand whom the blonde meant, but then she suppressed a giggle.

“They don't like each other that much, do they?”

“Oh, they get along just fine”, the other laughed, “They're just the kind of friends, who bicker at every opportunity.”

The young woman grinned. Oh yes, she knew that kind of people.

Just like Luise had predicted, Henry and Alma were still bickering like five-year-olds.

She rolled her eyes, before speaking to them: “Good grief, still at it? How old are you two again?”

They shut up immediately and turned to the two women.

Alma began: “Henry said that I never think before I speak, even though he himself-”

“Well, you said, that-”, Henry interrupted her, but then Luise interrupted him in return.

“Shush! I do not wish to hear any of your nonsense this early. We will talk about this later.”

She shook her head. “Really, you two are lucky I love you so much!”

“I know”, Alma chuckled, “We certainly are, Lulu.”

“What did I say about calling me Lulu?! For god's sake, Alma, I'm fifty years old!”

“Oh sorry, I forgot … Lulu!”

Luise threw her a mock-glare and Alma stuck out her tongue in return.

Henry turned to Edwina. “Are you feeling better?”, he asked gently.

The brunette nodded and smiled. “Yeah, much better.”

Then she turned back to Luise and Alma: “One thing I wanna know, though. You said you are sisters.”

“That's true”, they answered in unison.

“So, if Luise has paranormal abilities … do you too?”

Alma nodded. “Yup. Precognition. That means I can predict the future.”

“Sounds pretty cool”, Edwina stated.

The redhead shrugged. “It can be. Not always, though. A lot of my visions are unpleasant. Then there is another nasty catch.”

The brunette tilted her head. “A catch to an ability you were born with?”

“Yep. Almost no one believes my prophecies. They strike me at random and to other people it sounds like I'm rambling, when in fact I mean to warn them, give them advice or cheer them up. Just yesterday I told my oldest girlfriend to take an umbrella with her, because it was going to rain. But the sun was shining, so she didn't believe me. Needless to say, she was completely soaked, when she came home.”

She huffed in frustration. “Maybe I should become a weather forecaster. Perhaps more people would believe me then.”

Luise didn't need Alma's prophetic abilities to predict what would happen next.

“So … I don't know, if I will be an exception in that regard …”

“You won't”, Alma deadpanned.

The small brunette scratched her head awkwardly.

“Okay, still though. I know it sounds corny as fuck and you probably get that question from a lot of people, but …”

Luise threw her sister a warning glare, before she could interrupt again.

“… Will I ever find true love?”, Edwina asked shyly.

Alma laughed: “Yes, but I don't need to be a prophet to know that.”

“She's right”, Henry agreed, “You're a loveable person, Edwina. You will find someone who will treat you with the respect, affection and care you deserve.”

“I can only agree with the other two”, Luise confirmed with a smile.

The twenty-year-old blushed and sputtered like no tomorrow.

“Seriously though”, the redhead continued, capturing everyone's attention. “Your soulmates are just waiting for you to find them, even though they don't know it yet.”

“Several?”, the brunette echoed confusedly. “But who-”

“I can't tell you that”, Alma replied, “My visions aren't that clear. And like I said, they strike me at random.”

Should I tell her, who it is?

“No”, Luise responded telepathically.

Meanwhile Edwina was frowning at Alma. “I don't believe it”, she said simply. “No offence.”

“None taken”, the teenager relented graciously, “I knew you wouldn't.”

Sure enough, Edwina's thoughts were speaking for her statement: Several people loving someone like me?! Impossible! That's fucking ridiculous!

Luise shook her head. That young girl would need an ego boost once they were done here.

Finally, it was Henry who relieved the awkward atmosphere.

“Let's not stand here in the hallway like a bunch of idiots. I'm sure everyone has better things to do.”

“Like what?”, teased Luise, “Your husband and mine are at work, you're on your holidays, my first client won't be due until 2pm, Alma's date with her three graces won't be until noon – until then you should better freshen up, young lady! – and Edwina has no duties to attend to at all.”

“Uhm …”

“Let's train once more!”, Alma suggested eagerly, “Let's fight and kick the awkward out of each other!”

Edwina grinned. “That works for me!”

“Sure”, Luise consented, “Give me just a minute, I still have to wear that dress later.”

She dashed off and returned less than five minutes later in a judoka suit.

“Alright!”, she said with a shit-eating grin and cracked her knuckles, “I'm ready to kick your collective behinds!”

The other women grinned back. “Challenge accepted!”

Henry couldn't help but being a little intimidated by how belligerent the three were.

“Not mine, please”, he begged, “I'll be more than content with being a spectator.”

He might have been comparatively fit for his age, but he was a poor fighter. Not to mention how vicious Luise and Alma could get during their training, especially when they used weapons …

“What's the matter, Harry”, the latter taunted, “Are you chicken?”

That hurt his pride – he wasn't chicken! – but he kept his cool.

“ No, but I'm a doctor and a scientist, not a fighter. And I'd rather still be able to move later, thank you”, he retorted.

“At least do the warm-ups with me”, Luise compromised.

Henry considered. He knew he wouldn't get away with just sitting there, but some warm-ups wouldn't hurt. Hopefully.

“Fine.”

He quickly regretted it. Not only, because he had much more trouble than Luise in the exercises. He got distracted very quickly, when he looked up once to see what the two younger women were doing.

Edwina and Alma were practising street fighting and martial art techniques.

And god, were they good at it!

Both seemed to be in perfect control in their bodies. It was as if they were gliding through the air. Like two hummingbirds. Just with the intention of overpowering the other.

It didn't seem like fighting at all.

It seemed more like a dance.

“Henry, are you still with us?”

Luise's voice startled him back into reality.

“Huh? O-oh, yes, yes, I'm present! What's the matter?”

Luise was looking at him strangely. “You just sat there like an idiot and stared at the two girls over there. Their training really entrances you, doesn't it?”, she added teasingly.

Caught red-handed, the doctor blushed bright scarlet. “I … I … it just looks so …”

“So expressive? So raw and powerful?”

He nodded awkwardly.

“Well, I can't blame you”, Luise laughed and clapped her hands. “Girls! I'm good and ready! And you? Are you ready to lose?”, she teased.

“Hah!”, Alma cried, “If anyone loses, it's you old woman!”

She mock-gasped and clutched her heart. “Look at this audacity!”, she cried, “Such language towards her own sister! Oh, it's so on, you two!”

Luise started and quickly proved, that she hadn't lost her touch just yet. She needed less than ten minutes to overpower the two younger women.

And still she stood up and noted: “Hach, I have to practise more again, I'm out of shape!”

“Out of shape?”, Edwina echoed incredulously, “You defeated us like it was nothing!”

“Well, it was my advantage, that you two were already exhausted. And I do have the power of experience on my side. Besides, I just warmed up.”

She helped them up and turned to leave. “That was fun. But now we should shower, since-”

“Aw, but I want to do sword training! I haven't worked off all my energy for the morning just yet!”, Alma whined.

Luise rolled her eyes and whipped her smartphone out of her pocket.

Why does she have her smartphone in the pocket of her sport suit?, Henry wondered.

Then she dialled a number, said something in Japanese and put the phone back.

In suspiciously short time, a small Asian woman in a black kimono appeared. Aoimoku, the Japanese handmaid.

“Your little sister wants to sword fight”, Luise told her.

Aoimoku responded with a coy, innocent smile that could only mean one thing: she was ready to kick arse.

“Also”, Luise continued, “I don't think you've met my new lodger yet? Aoimoku, this is Edwina Hyde. Edwina, this is Kurogawa Aoimoku, my handmaid and second youngest half-sister.”

“Konnichiwa, Hyde-san*”, the Japanese greeted politely and bowed.

Henry mentally facepalmed. Couldn't that woman at least put some effort into greeting English people in their own language?!

Of course, Edwina was confused. “Uhh … hi?”

The Japanese's ice-blue eyes widened. “Ah! Gomennne** – I'm sorry! I don't notice when I speak Japanese sometimes! Hello, Miss Hyde! Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise”, the brunette finally answered awkwardly.

“Don't worry, Aoimoku is very nice and friendly-”, Luise assured her.

Henry sighed: “Isn't that a trademark attribute of Japanese people?”

The handmaid giggled, obviously flattered.

The noblewoman glared at him sharply. “I wasn't finished, you twat!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“-But you should know that she has the ability to make herself invisible. And she likes to play pranks. They're harmless, though.”

Aoimoku laughed awkwardly, but didn't try to justify herself.

Edwina snorted: “You mean the “this house is haunted by a ghost” variety of pranks?”

“Pretty much”, Luise, Alma and Henry answered in unison and chortled.

“Don't laugh at my expense, while I'm still here!”, Aoimoku huffed. “I'll make you pay for this!”

Then she took on a professional expression and handed the keys to her mistress.

Luise thanked her and unlocked the other training room.

Edwina's heart made a leap, when she caught a glimpse of the training room she had seen two days before.

“Can I watch?”, she blurted out.

The other three women turned to her, blinking.

“I won't touch anything, promise! I just want to see how you do it! Pleeeeaase!”

She made the cutest puppy eyes she could muster. Because, come on! It was sword fighting! Like hell she would miss that!

Luise rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “Fine. I guess I can't stop you.”

“YAY!”, the brunette cheered and beamed at the others.

The four exchanged fond smiles, before entering the big training room.

It was just like Edwina remembered. Too bad she had to stay in the background, while the other three women unlocked the cabinets and each chose a sword.

The brunette wondered, if they always regarded the weapons with such fascination, before using them for combat.

But then they charged at each other and her mind was captivated.

She stood up to see more, but Henry put his hand on her shoulder.

“Stay back here”, he said, “Once they got the flow, they're absolutely vicious in their sword fighting. It's so brutal, you'd never guess that they're just training.”

Five minutes later it was apparent that he hadn't been joking.

Luise, Alma and Aoimoku were moving like flashes, the clashing of their swords the only noise in the room. Aside from their breathing and occasional battle cry of course. They didn't just use their swords. They fought with their entire bodies.

Edwina could hardly follow their faces, but they looked so fierce and concentrated, as if they were actually fighting a deadly foe. Every move seemed to be perfectly masterful, enough to make all those martial artists pale in comparison.

“Wow”, she marvelled.

Henry nodded. “Compelling, isn't it? Aoimoku stars in martial arts movies sometimes, but most of the time, she's Luise's handmaid.”

“Who has a handmaid in the 21st century?”, Edwina questioned.

“Well, what can I say?”, Luise piped up through the fight, “I'm extra like that.”

Then the small blonde backed away. “That's enough for today, girls! I suggest that we all freshen up. Thank you for your time, Aoi, you can go back downstairs. Alma, you can use my bathroom and go first. Hurry though, I want to take my shower before lunch. And where do you think you're going with that sword?”, Luise added sharply, when the redhead attempted to sneak away with her weapon. “I thought I said something about any of my weapons leaving this room.”

“Oh come oooooon, Luise!”, Alma whined.

But the German shook her head. “No.”

Aoimoku did the same.

Alma looked at Henry, but he just snorted: “Don't expect any support from me! I would never trust you with any weapon out of Luise's sight!”

“Spoilsport”, she grumbled, but put the sword back in the cabinet, where it belonged.

Edwina laughed.

Good to know that the Countess wasn't only apprehensive towards her, when it came to handling her weapons. That was fair.

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*Konnichiwa, Hyde-san - Japanese: Hello, Ms. Hyde

**Gomennne - Japanese: I’m sorry

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #oc #female hyde #combat training

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neirawrites · 5 years

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Editing notes

so, i went through the entire Phantom Limb manuscript line by line and here are some thoughts I have on it:

WIP intro

It’s less of a sprawling catastrophe than ABW, but it needs work. So much work.

Add more. Of everything.

All the feels. I don’t care if it has a few plotholes or badly written parts, it hits me right in the solar plexus every time (yes, i stared crying again. no, i am not ashamed. yes, i know i should be)

Danica had a twin brother I decided to add recently, and I want to explore her relationship with her crappy parents more, to emphasize the “found family” aspect of the story.

Alma’s quest to be “the perfect gay” is explored in one very well written paragraph, but i need to drag it around the novel more. I can do it better now that I’m over that idea myself. I have read a lot of lgbt books in the past 9 months and i have never seen that idea discussed, but I can’t be the only one who dealt with it.

Do I add a scene of her talking to her parents? Maybe a flashback.

also, i mention her being into photography like twice. where is the sad scene of danica looking at her old Instagram or something like that? I need to add more.

Also, more Danica and music. I don’t know how I even menaged to sideline that?

I love Kristian with all my heart, but his subplot is kind of a mess, especially his relationship with Zana and it has the potential to be so much more. The whole manner in which he leads them to Edin is a comedy level contrivance and the cute Instagram girl who read the book pointed that out too (did you know a cute girl likes my writing? not relevant, but daaaamn). There is too much telling and too little showing, especially when it comes to his and danica’s friendship and his relationship with Fatimir. A few flashback scenes might help a lot.

I need more Irena. I don’t know if the novel does, but I do. She has like 3 lines and doesn't even show up outside one chapter, but I kinda love her. Also, I should check with SOC people if I can even put her there because it’s obvious she works for them and can I even do that?

Ozren is almost perfect just the way he is, just putting that out there. Maybe a bit more on how it feels to be Roma in Bosnia, but I don’t know if i’m the right person to tell that story given that i am whiter than travnički sir.

They sure do a lot of guessing. The phrase “I guess” shows up 38 times in a 70,000 word novel.

I don’t think I put the right thought, through, though once in this novel and I’m just gonna find an editor to scream at me.

On the new years eve, i purposely walked home at like 3 in the morning, to feel the weather so I can portray it in the last scene, only to write that it was raining? I could have been stabbed and this is how I repay myself? For shame. (the evening was very nice, very warm for that time of the year)

Sooo many tiny inconsistencies. I even left the old name for my villain in one place and the number of people she killed is a pure mess. honestly, after so many years of writing, I expected better from myself.

One of the biggest issues is the ending. Alma is dead, that’s the first piece of information we get and that won’t change (spoiler alert for a book you will never read). And in the last two chapters she says goodbye to her friends and to Danica. I don’t want to make it into “sad gays go quietly into the night” and I want to make it very obvious this sucks and it’s not fair and they deserve their happy ending, but at the same time, the entire plot of the book is about the ghost fighting to go forward, to the real afterlife and how yes, they are dead and nothing can change that, so I don’t want her to sound too bitter or too sad. because the ending is at the happier place than the beginning. Alma gets to more forward and Danica has hope for the future, her music back, in some form, her loved ones, the potential for a happy ending, even without Alma. it’s a delicate balancing act and I don’t know if i can make it work.

just more of everything; descriptions, music, sarajevo, past events and dreams of the future. send me more bosnian/ex yu songs I can reference.

I don’t sound like a middle aged american journalist who visited sarajevo for two weeks in 2005 with his lovely wife Shannon as much as I was scared I would, but that can still change.

The epilogue will take place at Pride, but I don’t want to get rocks thrown at me for attending, so we shall see about it. Maybe someone can livestream it for me.

But, the best part is that I found my perfect Zana casting. Who is not Bosnian, but a big fan? who has been to sarajevo more than once and seems very invested in our history? who is a humanitarian famous all over the world? who is gorgeous and very charismatic? who knows one of my bosses? that’s right: Angelina Jolie will play Zana Rahimi. Or Zana Marjanović, if she’s not available.

Thank you for listening to my ted talk.

The fun part is over, now I actually have to write :(

#writeblr #writing #editing #phantom limb

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padfootagain · 6 years

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A Recipe For Love (III)

Part 3 : Private Lessons

Third part for the 'Recipe for Love' series! Thanks again @haritini2000 for the idea.

It's still cute, and cute, and cute...

Hope you all like it.

Thank you so much for the beautiful artwork for this series @riacollins!

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Mrs. Eliza looked at the piece of chicken carefully, meticulously studying the meat. You wondered what all this attention was about to be honest.

She finally took a bite, and your heart froze in your chest.

She chewed the meat for what seemed like forever. She was focused clearly.

She tasted the soup you had prepared for Caspian, but the same unreadable expression was painted on her face. Then she tasted the cakes, but still not a sound would leave her lips.

You were biting so hard on your lower lip, you forced yourself to stop, sure that you would end up cutting your lip.

She finally put down her spoon after having tasted the last piece of cake you had presented to her.

She looked at you for a moment, before nodding slowly.

"We might make a cook out of you," she said slowly.

You grinned.

"Really? So you're taking me as a cook?" you asked, excitement making your voice tremble.

Mrs. Eliza nodded.

"I'll give you a chance. But don't disappoint me!"

"Thank you so much! I won't disappoint you, I promise!"

"Martha is healed, she'll serve tonight. You'll cook. I want that chicken of yours for tonight."

"Yes, Madam!"

"And stop being so annoyingly excited."

"Yes, Madam. Sorry, Madam..."

She pointed at the door, and you immediately walked out of the kitchens. In the corridor, Amanda and Sandra were waiting for you. You started to jump up and down in excitement.

"She said yes?" Sandra asked, a smile already beginning to form on her lips.

You nodded, and the two women hugged you, shrieking in excitement.

"I'm so happy for you, Y/N," Amanda said.

"It's amazing!" Sandra cried.

You were happy to share the news with them, but there was someone else you wanted to learn the news from you.

But to do that, you needed to know where Caspian was in the Castle, and to find a good excuse to go walk in parts of the building where you were not supposed to go to.

"I need to do something. Will we celebrate tonight?" she asked her friends.

"Sure, come to my room, it's larger," Amanda invited her two friends.

"Alright, thanks."

"Congratulations again, Y/N!"

"Thanks. I'm sorry, I have something to do."

"Of course, go on, then."

You walked away, thinking about a way to find and talk to Caspian.

If he was in the throne room, you would never be able to approach him, so no need to check that room. Same for his private office.

You took a jar full of water, pretending to be carrying water for someone in particular. You checked the dining room, but he wasn't there. You checked several rooms that were allowed only to him or his advisers, but again, he was nowhere to be found. Same result in the gardens.

You slowly walked towards his bedroom. You knew where it was, everyone in the Castle knew where it was. You couldn't believe you were daring to go there and walk to his door and knock...

But he had been so kind to you so far, you couldn't imagine that he could act any other way.

You arrived before the door but froze there, somehow unable to raise your hand and to knock on the wooden surface. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest, you were so scared all of a sudden.

What if you bothered him? What if he was busy? What if he wasn't alone?

Or perhaps he wasn't even in there and you were worrying yourself for nothing.

You took a deep breath, summoning your courage, and you knocked on the door, your hand shaking.

"Yes, come in."

You recognized the voice in an instant. Caspian was inside. You were both terrified and happy...

You slowly opened the door, your head pocking in to peer inside the room.

He was lying on his bed, surrounded by papers and bottles of ink. He was chewing on his lip in concentration, frowning slightly.

Here, he was busy, and you were about to disturb him...

"I'm not ready, Almas."

"I'm sorry," you breathed, hurrying to step out again and close the door.

But he looked up at the sound of your voice, and he just had enough time to see your face disappearing in the corridor as you closed the door in a hurry.

"No! Y/N! Wait!"

You froze, the door not closed. You opened it a little more again, shyly looking inside the room once more.

"I didn't mean to bother you," you breathed. "You're busy..."

"No, no it's fine," Caspian hurried to reassure you, sitting up, "come in."

You slowly walked in, closing the door behind you.

You could feel that your cheeks were on fire, and indeed, Caspian smiled at the sight of your reddening cheeks.

"What can I do for you?" the King asked softly, standing up.

"I don't want to bother you, you seem to be so busy," you shook your head, holding on the jar tightly.

He could see that you were scared of him again. He hated seeing that look in your eyes.

He shrugged your remark away.

"It's good to take a break," he smiled, trying to calm you down. "Why don't you sit down?" he added, taking a chair and setting it before his bed.

You smiled, sitting down.

"Thank you," you grinned.

An amused smile appeared on his lips, and he took the jar from you, putting it down on the ground. It made you blush even more.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked, sitting on his bed right before you.

But then he remembered about your test.

"Is your test finished yet? How did it go?" he asked.

You nodded, your grin doubling in size.

"It went very well, I'm a cook now!"

He grinned as well.

"Really?"

You nodded.

"Mrs. Eliza is giving me a chance. Although, I'm sure she'll be pretty hard on me, but... I have a chance!"

"That's wonderful! Congratulations!" he grinned, his eyes shining with excitement.

You stared at each other for a moment, but it was a spontaneous gesture coming from both of you that brought your bodies together in a tight hug.

"I'm happy for you," Caspian whispered in your ear. "You deserve it."

"Thank you. And thank you for helping me last night."

He chuckled.

"It was my pleasure, literally. I just had to eat delicious food. Use me as your guinea pig whenever you'd like."

You both laughed, still holding on each other tightly.

"So... will you be serving dinner tonight again?" he asked softly.

He hoped you would say yes, but you shook your head.

"Martha is healed. I don't need to replace her anymore."

"Oh... I'm glad she's fine."

But you could have sworn that he was disappointed.

"And one other thing that's great is that I don't need to hide in the kitchens at night anymore," you went on. "I have free access to the kitchens during the day, so I can work on my recipes whenever I want to!"

"Oh... that's wonderful."

But he didn't sound excited anymore.

You both started as someone was knocking on the door.

You both pulled away quickly, and you stood up in a hurry and grabbed the jar again.

"Yes?" Caspian called loudly.

The Lord Almas entered, while you poured the water in a large bowl set on Caspian's desk.

"It's time, Your Highness," Almas told the King, paying no attention to you.

Caspian nodded, gathering the parchments scattered on his bed, throwing discreet glances at you.

He walked to the door, and when he turned to you, he gave you a bright smile, before closing the door behind him.

You heaved a sigh.

Really, what had happened in your head to knock on his door... although, you had to admit that his embrace was the safest place you had ever been to.

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He wasn't focused during the entire meeting. He tried to force his brain to pay attention to the Lords gathered around him, but he just couldn't focus onto the words they spoke. And he could see in their eyes that all of them had noticed his strange behaviour. But he couldn't help it...

All his brain could focus on was the fact that he didn't have any good excuse to see you anymore.

He wouldn't see you again at dinner, he wouldn't see you in the kitchens in the middle of the night, and during the day, you would probably never be alone in the kitchens.

He hated himself for secretly wishing this test of yours to fail now, so that you would still have to train all night long. It was a selfish thought, and he hated this feeling tightening his heart, but he couldn't control it, just like he couldn't force his mind to settle on the meeting.

Once the meeting was over, Caspian stood up, walking to the large window, watching the gardens covered with a stainless layer of white snow. There was nobody there. No traces of footsteps left in the ice. No laugh ringing through the air. It was still and silent, as if time itself had stopped.

"Your Highness?"

Caspian spun around, facing the only one of his advisers who had remained in the room.

"What can I do for you, Lord Emras?" Caspian asked with a tired sigh.

"I was actually wondering if there was anything that I could do for you, Your Highness."

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

"If I may, you seem tired. You seemed... not to be here during the meeting."

Caspian clenched his jaw, but he could hardly deny the truth.

"I'm a bit... off today," Caspian nodded.

"You seem worried."

"I am."

"Maybe you're working too hard. You've been working so much those past few weeks, working on these trades with the Northern lands... perhaps you should take some time for yourself. Try... try to learn a new skill or... something of the kind."

Caspian narrowed his eyes slightly as his brain was now working at full speed.

A small smile appeared on his face at this new idea of him Emras had alit in his mind.

"I've always wanted to learn how to cook," Caspian said slowly.

"Why don't you take a couple of hours twice or thrice a week to do so? It is a good idea, many people say that cooking easies the mind."

Caspian nodded slowly.

"Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I should take a bit more time for myself. It's useless if I'm too tired to work anyway."

"Would you like me to send words to the kitchens then? I'm sure the person in charge there could teach you."

"Actually... The meal last night was particularly good. Could you ask for this cook to give me lessons?"

"Of course, My Liege."

"Thank you, Lord Emras. It was a good advice that you gave me here."

Emras grinned.

"I'll go to the kitchens straightaway."

Caspian waited for the Lord to leave the room, before focusing on the motionless gardens again.

A smile slowly formed on his lips.

It looked like he did have a good excuse to see you again now after all...

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Everyone in the kitchens froze. You stopped your movements as you were cutting a carrot, leaving the blade buried in the vegetable. Everyone was staring at Lord Emras.

None of the Lords ever came down to the kitchens. If they were hungry, they would just send someone and order whatever they wanted.

"Who's in charge here?" Lord Emras asked, his tone authoritarian.

Eliza hurried towards him, bending low before the Lord.

"I am, my Lord," she said, her voice softer than you had ever heard.

"I would need your services."

"Anything, my Lord. What could we do for you?"

"The King has been restless these past few weeks, and he is under a lot of stress. I have advised him to take more time for himself and to try to enjoy new activities. Cooking crossed his mind."

"The.... the King wants to cook?" Eliza asked, frowning hard in surprise, perplexed.

"Indeed. We thought that it could help him to... put his mind at peace to focus on something else than his duties."

"Of... of course. Well, I would be honoured to teach him."

"The King has required that the cook who prepared our meal last evening would teach him. He found the meal delicious."

Everyone in the kitchens turned towards you. You felt yourself blush fiercely under all the attention that was suddenly focused upon you.

"Of course..." Eliza answered, failing at hiding her anger and frustration behind her gritted teeth. "Y/N will take care of it then."

"Can this... Y/N... start tomorrow?"

"Whenever His Highness wants."

"Tomorrow 9 o'clock then."

And with that Emras walked out of the room, leaving you there, standing still while everyone was staring at you with eyes full of envy.

"You heard everything?" Eliza shouted at you.

You nodded.

"Don't be late. Don't be late or I'll make sure that you leave this Castle. Am I clear?"

You nodded again.

But as everyone was going back to work, and you were focusing on the orange vegetable that laid partially cut on the table before you, you couldn't refrain a little smile.

After all, Caspian had asked for you personally. You guessed that he had done this because he thought that you were talented. But a little voice in your head, full of hope, wondered if he hadn't organized all this just because of you...

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As Caspian walked towards the kitchens that morning, he was whistling happily. A smile was on his face, his heart rushing under his ribs, but in a delicious way, as his excitement made adrenaline run through his veins. He had woken up at dawn to make sure that all his work was done before meeting you, so that his mind would not be bothered by anything but you.

He knocked on the door of the kitchens, and his smile turned into a grin as you opened the door for him, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of your bright smile.

"Good morning, Y/N," he grinned.

"Good morning," you nodded, letting him walk inside the room.

"How are you today?" he asked, turning towards you as you closed the door again.

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"Great!"

"You're ready for your lesson then?" you asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

"I can't wait to start."

You grinned, walking to the table. Caspian picked up an apple, and started to play with it.

"So what are we cooking?" he asked, a bright smile on his face.

"I thought we could start with something easy. So we're baking apple pies today."

"Apple pies? I love apple pies!"

"Let's start then. You'll bake one and I'll bake one as well, so I can show you how to do it, okay?"

"Sounds perfect."

"So first, we put flour into the bowl."

He imitated you, putting the right quantity of the white powder into his bowl.

"Sugar next."

"Yes, Madam."

"What?"

"You have such an authority..."

"Don't tease me!"

"You look cute when I tease you though."

"I'm not cute."

"You are, Y/N."

"I'm not."

"You are cute."

You both laughed, although you were blushing by now. But your cheeks quickly found back their normal shade. You felt so relaxed with him. It was strange to say this about the company of the King, but it was true. He made you feel like you could be yourself. You didn't feel like you were baking with the King of Narnia, you felt like you were spending a relaxed morning with an old friend.

"Let's add the eggs," you laughed, breaking the egg shell against the edge of your bowl.

Again he imitated you, and he did the same when you added the rest of the ingredients into your bowl.

Soon your hands and his were covered with flour and sugar and butter, but it didn't bother you at all. He smiled as you taught him how to mix the ingredients and turn it into a proper pie dough. He had food all over his hands, but it merely made his smile.

"We'll put that in the oven while we prepare the apples," you said, and he helped you to put your preparations into the oven.

You both finally cleaned up your hands, but Caspian laughed as he noticed flour on your cheek.

"Come here," he laughed, picking up a handkerchief. "How did you manage to put some of it on your cheek."

He cleaned softly your soft skin. But his smile slowly faded as his heart started to beat faster and faster and faster...

He held your chin between his long and calloused fingers to keep your face in place while he cleaned your cheek.

But then his dark eyes met yours and he was gone for good...

You both remained frozen on the spot. There was this... this invisible rope that seemed to connect the two of you together and now you were unable to look away from his intense brown eyes. You couldn't move, you couldn't think, and he it was the same for him.

He brushed his thumb against your chin, caressing softly your skin. You both shivered at the sensation of his skin brushing against yours.

But you shook yourself, clearing your throat.

"Is it all gone? The flour on my cheek I mean?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He started, your voice acting like an electroshock, and he immediately released your chin.

"Yes, you're... you're all good now..."

"Thank you."

"'Welcome..."

You both let out a nervous laugh, before turning towards the table again, the two of you unable to control the way your chin tickled, and his fingers felt like they were burning, and both your hearts were beating so fast, as if they wanted to escape from your two chests so that they could meet each other halfway...

You picked up a knife and silently started to cut down an apple.

"You're okay?" Caspian asked in a whisper.

He was so scared to have crossed a line...

"Sure. We have to cut these," you nodded, pointing at the fruit.

Caspian picked up a knife and started to cut down an apple as well.

"Can I ask you something?" Caspian breathed, willingly to start the conversation again.

"Of course."

"Why did you come here? Why did you want to work in the kitchens?"

You looked at him for a moment, motionless, and he could see sadness in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch a nerve," he apologized, cursing himself.

"No, it's okay," you shook your head and forced a reassuring smile to cross your face. "I... I come from... nowhere. And... we were poor and... cooking was the only thing I was really good at doing so I thought that I should take a chance and come here. I was just trying to have a better life really, one not so poor."

He looked intensely at you, you could feel his dark chocolate eyes piercing right through you.

"Is it better here?" he asked, clearly concerned.

"Yes, it is," you smiled, nodding.

"Do you need anything?"

You frowned slightly, your smile still on your lips.

"What do you mean?"

Caspian shrugged.

"I don't know. Do you need anything? Is there anything that you would like to have and that you don't have yet?"

You shrugged.

"Well, it's soon going to be Christmas. I'd love to get a tree for my room. But it's too little."

Caspian frowned hard.

"Too little for a Christmas tree? Even a little one?"

You nodded.

"But that's okay."

You sneezed, making Caspian chuckle.

"You're really cute," he laughed at your high-pitched sound.

"Oh, shut up," you laughed.

Caspian merely doubled with laughter. You suddenly realized that you had told the King to shut up. But it didn't seem to bother him at all.

"Would you like to help me decorate the Christmas trees this year?" he asked softly.

"Can I?" you grinned.

"If you want to," he nodded, chuckling again.

"I'd love to. I love Christmas."

"I love Christmas as well."

You finally put down your knife, ready to add the apples to your preparation.

You laughed at Caspian as he threw the pieces of fruit upon the pie dough.

"What ?" he asked.

"Try to make it look beautiful," you laughed, arranging your pieces of apple. "Like that, you see?"

"My pie is a rebel," Caspian shook his head.

"A rebel?"

He nodded, and you both laughed.

"You're just tired of cooking, right?" you asked.

"A bit," he admitted.

"So... you don't enjoy cooking, right?"

He shrugged.

"I don't dislike it but... I wouldn't make my living out of it."

"Why choose cooking then? What do you like?"

"Well, I already practice everything that deals with a sword or a bow and arrow so..."

He shrugged.

"I've never held a sword in my life," you said.

"And I hope you never do."

You stared at him.

"Why? You don't think that a woman can fight?"

He laughed.

"Oh, I know that women can fight. And I know that you would be probably good at it. But..."

He stopped talking, and you silently encouraged him to continue.

"You know... when I was there... when I was fighting... It's not for me that I fought."

You looked intensely at each other, his dark eyes capturing your soul.

"I thought about all those people in their homes who expected from me to protect them. And that's for them that I fought. I fought to make sure that those families would be all right. To make sure that... that they wouldn't have to fight after me. To make sure that people like you who have never seen war would never have to see it. To... to make sure that kind and... gentle people like you would never have to handle a weapon and do all those terrible things I was doing."

He looked down at his pie, but it was obvious that he couldn't see it.

"Teach me," you said out of the blue.

Caspian looked up at you, frowning hard.

"Something, anything. Come on, I taught you how to bake!"

You put the two cakes back into the oven, and grabbed your rolling pin.

"Come on," you laughed. "Just for fun."

Caspian gave in quickly, and walked to you.

"Alright, weapon up!"

You pointed your rolling pin at him, but he merely laughed.

"Okay, first..."

He walked behind you, and held delicately your wrist, turning your hand slightly.

You swallowed hard, your skin tickling under his feathery touch.

"Your hand must be like this," he said, "or else you'll lose your sword at the first hit. You have to turn your waist and put your right leg before you. Further."

He rested his hands on your waist to guide your movements.

You were certain that you were about to faint.

But his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

"Move your leg a bit more," he said softly, guiding your hips.

You could feel his breath against your hear as he leaned to talk to you in a deep and warm voice. You thought that you couldn't take any more of it and yet you never wanted him to pull away.

"Much better," Caspian nodded.

He took your writs again, while his other hand remained on your waist. You took a deep breath, intoxicated by his scent.

"Here you block..." he said, pulling your wrist before your face. "Then you attack."

He guided your arm before you, pushing slightly on your waist so that your entire body followed the movement.

"I see," you nodded.

He let go of you, taking a step back.

"But you won't have to use all this anyway, I'll make sure of that," he said, and his voice sounded like a vow to protect you.

You turned towards him. You caught his hands shaking slightly, his dark eyes fixed upon you. And there was that rope between the two of you again. You caught him looking at your lips, and you knew that Caspian saw you when you couldn't control yourself anymore and looked at his mouths for a few seconds, before looking at his addicting eyes once more.

But he was the King and you were just a cook...

You shook yourself and turned towards the oven, but the cakes were cooked, so you quickly took them out of the oven and put them down on the table.

"At least it's not difficult to see which pie is yours," you laughed at him, trying to hide your rushing heart.

He laughed, clearly relaxing all of a sudden.

"You don't like my rebel pie?" he pouted dramatically.

"I actually like it."

You offered him a spoon. But even if you tried to laugh and act as if nothing had happened, you could feel a shift between the two of you, something... some tension that was not there before. You decided to ignore it though.

He took a bite of his own pie, shrugging.

"It's honestly not that bad," he smiled, handing you his cake.

You took a bite and nodded.

"It's good," you smiled.

He stole a piece of your cake. And he couldn't understand why your pie was so much better than his when he had imitated you all along...

"So... would you like to have another lesson?" you asked.

He shrugged.

"I had a very good time, so why not?" he smiled.

You looked at him carefully.

"Caspian... I was wondering..."

But you fell silent, so he gave you a reassuring smile.

"What is it?" he asked softly.

"Why did you ask for me to teach you?"

He stared at you intensely.

What was is he supposed to answer? The truth, or a lie...?

"You're very talented, and we know each other so..." he said, his tone wary.

You nodded, looking down at your fingers on the wooden table. You seemed disappointed.

Caspian felt so bad, lying like this to you...

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving you.

"Alright, do you want to know the real reason for all this?" he asked.

You looked up at him, nodding.

"I just..." he stuttered, staring at you, and you saw his Adam's apple pulse. "I just wanted... to have a... a good excuse to see you."

Your lips parted in shock, but there was a smile shyly appearing at the corners of your lips.

"Now that you're a cook you won't be in the kitchens at night and I... I didn't know..." Caspian went on, nervously running a hand through his dark hair. "I didn't know how to just come and talk to you, I didn't know how to find you either and... it just... it's the only idea I had to see you again so... but it was stupid, right?"

You smiled.

"Not really. I had a good time."

"Me too."

"But you don't need to fake to like baking to spend time with me. I... I love spending time with you."

You both grinned.

"Really?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Then... what about we decorate the trees for Christmas this week?" he offered. "I'll be busy tomorrow, but... what about the day after tomorrow?"

"Okay. I'd love to do that."

"Wonderful!"

"But do tell that all went fine, or else Mrs. Eliza will throw me out of the Castle."

He laughed, raising his hand to your cheek.

"As long as I'm King, no one will 'throw you out of the Castle', don't worry."

You exchanged a smile, and he let his hand fall back to his side, feeling his heart beating too fast again.

"I'll see you in two day then. What about... nine o'clock. In the evening. So that we're not bothered by anyone."

"That sounds perfect."

You exchanged another grin.

"I'm sorry I have to go," Caspian apologized, now conscious of the time it was.

"It's okay, I'll clean up everything."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. It's nothing."

"Have a nice day, Y/N," he smiled.

"You too, Caspian."

He walked out of the room. But your smile didn't disappear as you cleaned up the table.

He had done all this just for you...

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Tag thing, wanted to do it for some time but now im at my comp and stuff so uh yeah anyways

Rules: once you’ve been tagged you’re supposed to write a post with eighty-two truths and then tag twenty-five people

I was tagged by @fluffyliontae

Name: tsu (just call me that, or susu or smth yknow)

Blood type: A-

Nickname(s): susu, mym

R/s: single

Zodiac Sign: libra

Pronouns: eh whatever, on some days its he > she > they but it can also be a diff order so yeah seriously whatever floats your boat

Favorite TV Shows: W - Two Worlds (same), a Persona 5 anime could be one of them but there’s none

Long or short hair: long

Height: 162cm or so

Do you have a crush on someone: romantic none, aesthetic ones? squishes? hoo boy

What do you like about yourself: my eyes, that cute scar on my hand

Right or left handed: right

List of three favorite colors: too many, i mostly like colour combos, but light blue, black and #540003 i guess

RIGHT NOW

Eating: nothing, i had brownie ritter sport a bit earlier tho

Drinking: water

I’m about to: draw

Listening to: Believer - Imagine Dragons

Kids: 0

Get married: nah

Career: I want money

MOST RECENT

Drink: water

Phone call: i think my uncle??

Song you listened to: before Believer there’s Bonfire on my spotify playlist but rn its Queen by History

HAVE YOU EVER

Dated someone twice: nah

Been cheated on: thats a long story

Kissed someone and regretted it: dont think so

Lost someone special: hmm

Been depressed: yeah

Been drunk and thrown up: never drunk alcohol

Kissed a stranger: nope

Had glasses or contacts: yeah

Had sex on the first date: nope

Broken someone’s heart: not that im aware of it

Turned someone down: kinda??

Cried when someone died: yeah

Fallen for a friend: im aro, that doesnt work

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

Made a new friend: yes

Fallen out of love: no

Laughed until you cried: yes

Met someone who changed you: mhhh dont think so?

Found out who your true friends were: kinda (I’m sorry that I’m always answering like this omg)

Found out someone was talking about you: cant remember

Kissed someone on your fb list: i dont use fb

WHICH IS BETTER

Lips or eyes: eyes

Hugs or kisses: hugs

Shorter or taller: taller

Romantic or spontaneous: platonic

Sensitive or loud: sensitive

Hookup or relationship: friendship

Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

FIRST

Best friend: have conatct with both or them but we’re not as close? although I still don’t mind lying/rolling around on his floor

Surgery: does removing my wisdom teeth count? (does it?)

Sport: swimming (I wish I hadn’t stopped)

Vacation: Turkey

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

Yourself: depends on the day (same)

Miracles: yeah

Love at first sight: i dont rly believe in romantic love, but other than that yeah has flashbacks to when x impulse bought a ps vita

Heaven: i want to

EXTRAS

How many people from your fb list do you know irl: i still dont use fb

Do you have any pets: i used to have a duck

Do you want to change your name: yeah kinda i’d prefer something gender neutral

What did you do for your last birthday: i played video games at home bc i have no friends

What time did you wake up today: idk, fell asleep again

What were you doing last night at midnight: internet

Something you can’t wait for: when i move out

Last time you saw your mom: some minutes ago

What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: how my brain is sometimes

Have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah, had a classmate with that name

What’s getting on your nerves: loud noises in the morning, often ppl i dont consider as friends

instructions: You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping.

(should i do the whole thing?? ok lemme get my phone pls note that i havent gotten the p5 ost yet)

Obtained a Berry! - DP OST

actually there comes some more Nintendo OST

Awake -BTS

Young Forever (unplugged ver) - BTS

crow tit (jpn) - bts

Mein Block - Sido

We don’t talk anymore - Jungkook

a song i do not remember what it was

Faint - Linkin Park

La la La - naughty boy

i think its time to make a new playlist bc i dont listen to some pop songs anymore

so uh yeah the whole thing it is

5 things you’d find in my bag:

tissues, a shit ton

wallet

probably some paper

charger

phone

5 things you’d find in my bedroom:

desk

clothes

stuffed animals

bed

my computer

5 things i always wanted to do in life:

Travelmore

Get a job i love

Own a cat

Get a life I like

Have ppl I’m close with that are not far away

5 things i’m currently into:

video games

persona 5, fire emblem heroes (they deserve their own point)

kpop

art

ummm edgesthetic?

5 things on my to do list:

go to a BTS concert

get a part time job

learn Japanese and perhaps Korean and get better at French

visit all the countries I still want to go to

get better at drawing

5 things people may not know about me:

I would love to study video game development but I’m too scared of what’s after that plus there’s no way I’ll get accepted hahaha

i love min yoongi and his mixtape bc he idk he helped me think that maybe not everything in my life will be shitty later and that maybe I’ll be able to be happy one day

I’m currently in a more down phase

i have problems with my sense of reality

i have a cute scar on my hand

Top 10 BTS Songs Tag:

House Of Cards (Full Length Edition)

House Of Cards [OUTRO]

Good Day

No order from here on

4. I NEED U (Japanese Ver.) 5. FOR YOU 6. 쩔어 (Dope) 7. 등골브레이커 (Spine breaker) 8. 24/7 = Heaven 9. Blood Sweat & Tears 10. Not Today

I have time

10 groups/artists you like besides Kpop/liked before Kpop:

nqrse ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Fall Out Boy

Panic! at the Disco

DAOKO ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Casper

Die Ärzte

I think that’s it

DAT ADAM

uhh I liked Abingdon Boys School at some point

idk the old Sido songs aint bad?

10 favorite non-kpop songs:

ダイスキ - DAOKO

BANG! - DAOKO

Das Grizzly Lied - Casper

パラサイト(Parasite) - nqrse feat.まふまふ,luz

ECHO - まふまふ (mafumafu) feat.nqrse

p much any song sung by nqrse im sorry im trash hmu and ill link you some good stuff

Believer - Imagine Dragons

Bonfire - Felix Jaehn, ALMA

Die Vergessenen 1/2 - Casper

omg i totally forgot about OSTs Toberu Mono from The Last Stiry, too much from Persona 5 liek Beneath the Mask, Last Surprise etc

10 favorite movies:

i don’t watch enough :c

10 favorite tv shows, including anime & cartoons:

W - Two Worlds

Acchi Kocchi

Psycho Pass

I’m giving up

10 things you enjoyed before kpop/enjoy besides kpop, that won’t fit in the lists above:

music

art

video games

esp atlus n nintendo games!!

cute soft stuffed animals

flight rising

sarma

collecting cute key charms

collecting cute things in general

dancing

ten tag last movie you watched: i dont know

last song you listened to: that one song mentioned above by Daoko

last show you watched: I Hear Your Voice

last book you read: Der Vorleser by Bernhard Schlink, don’t read it

last thing you ate: chocolate

if you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you be: Tokyo

when would you time travel to: itll be spontaneous

first thing you would do with lottery money: buy a loft

character you would hang out with for a day: P5 Protagonist

time right now: 23:52

the ‘or’ tag

build a snowman with v OR have a snowball fight with j-hope

get coffee with suga OR get ice cream with suga

go to the cinema with jimin OR the amusement park with jungkook

do a dance cover with j-hope OR sing a duet with jin

kiss rap monster OR cuddle suga

babysit with jimin OR dogsit with v

meet j-hope’s family OR have v meet your family

film a commercial with j-hope OR film a sketch with v

hug jimin OR hold hands with jungkook

go to paris with jin OR go to london with suga (sorry been to paris already)

film a drama with jin OR do a photo shoot with rap monster

attend an award show with rap monster OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with jungkook

spend a lazy day with suga OR explore a city with j-hope

fall asleep next to jimin OR wake up next to jungkook

make up a silly rap with v OR a silly choreography with jin

have a fun picnic with j-hope OR a fancy date with jin

have jungkook serenade you OR have v sing you to sleep

have a dance party with j-hope OR sing karaoke with suga

go camping with jimin and v OR go to the beach with rap monster and suga

cook with jin AND bake a cake with jimin

have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line

celebrate halloween with jungkook, suga, v and j-hope OR christmas with rap monster, jimin and j-hope

rules: answer the questions with the first letter of your name, then tag 10 people. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. you cannot use the same word twice.

What is your name? - Tsu

A four letter word? - text

A boy’s name? - Tom

An occupation? - tailor

Something you wear? - t-shirt

A color? - turquoise

A food? - tomato

Something you find in the bathroom? - toilet

A place? - Tokyo

A reason for being late? - traffic

Something you shout? - yells

A movie title? - something that starts with “the”

Something you drink? - tea

An animal? - turtle

A type of car? - tesla

Title of a song? - Tage wie diese - die toten hosen

I’m,,, maybe later @mama-kisu @metroid-fr (you can do the non kpop stuff) eh whoever wants i guess

#upgraded trash

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WWE Smackdown Live Coverage and Results (8/28) Toronto, Canada

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WWE Smackdown Live Coverage and Results (8/28) Toronto, Canada

Welcome to WWE Smackdown Live and this week Smackdown comes to us from The Scotiabank Arena in Toronto, Ontario, Canada and wew kick things off with the new Smackdown Tag Team Champions The New Day making their way out to the ring as we take a look at the tag team championship match from last Tuesday night

Xavier says last week The New Day did what they do best and that is to become the Smackdown Tag Team Champions. Big E says there’s no place they’d rather celebrate their tag team championship than right here in The Six but before he can continue we get a surprise appearance from King Booker

The Toronto crowd launches into a ‘Booker T’ chant. Booker T then crowns New Day. Xavier The Wise, Kofi The Brave but Big E then asks where his coronation is but Booker says he has the word Big in his words

Booker then welcomes The New Day into the 5x Champions Club. They then celebrate as each member of new Day takes a turn doing a Spinaroonie

-Commercial 8:12pm-

THE BAR VS THE COLONS VS THE GOOD BROTHERS

Sheamus and Anderson start things off and Sheamus with a shoulder tackle. Anderson with a drop kick and a kick to the head. Anderson gets a near fall. Cesaro tags in and Cesaro with a European uppercut. Anderson with a drop kick for a near fall. Gallows tags in and he kicks Cesaro and sends him into the turnbuckles. Gallows gets a near fall. Gallows with a front face lock and Anderson tags in and he kicks Cesaro. Cesaro with a European uppercut and Primo tags in and Anderson with an arm drag into an arm bar. Primo with a knee and chop.

Anderson goes for a sunset flip but Epico tags in and they kick Anderson and get a near fall. Epico goes for a suplex but Anderson blocks it and gets a near fall with a inside cradle. Epico with an Irish whip but he misses an elbow into the corner. Anderson with a kick and he goes to the turnbuckles but Primo distracts Anderson and Epico knocks Anderson to the floor. Primo tags in and he hits a clothesline on the floor.

-Commercial 8:20pm-

We’re back and Sheamus with a shoulderblock in the corner to Anderson. Cesaro off the top rope as The Bar double teams Anderson. Canadian Backbreaker applied by Sheamus and Anderson breaks the hold executing a neckbreaker.

Cesaro and Gallows tag in and Gallows with a clothesline to Cesaro. Boot to Primo and a splash to Cesaro for a nearfall. Primo off the ropes gets caught with a boot. The Good Brothers clear the ring and Magic Killer countered as Epico hits a backstabber. Cesaro the legal man in the ring and with all the pandemonium on the outside it’s Cesaro with the three count and The Bar now go onto Hell In A Cell to challenge New Day for the Smackdown Tag Team Championship.

The winners of the match: The Bar

Backstage: Rusev Day walks into Paige’s office and makes a triple threat match for next week with Rusev Day vs Sanity vs The Usos and the winner of that triple threat match will face The Bar to see who which team will be one step closer to facing New Day at hell In A Cell. Rusev is happy and thanks Lana but Lana says she’s not the one who got Rusev Day this opportunity. He then turns to Aiden English but doesn’t believe it at first and English says that they will win next week and then go onto become the Tag Team Champions and they will win the titles on….Rusev Day!!

Video: Becky Lynch’s explanation from last week’s Smackdown

-Commercial 8:32pm-

Back from commercial, Jeff Hardy makes his way out to the ring. Hardy says since returning to Smackdown Live, Randy Orton has had this obsession with him and has gotten into his head and erased all rationale in his head. In fact, Orton made Hardy believe he can fly and we then take a look at video from last week’s Smackdown of Jeff Hardy’s attack on Randy Orton ending with a swanton bomb from atop a crate

Hardy says Orton may think he is some stepping stone in Randy’s career but he’s wrong because when Hardy put Orton through that table last week he felt alive and reborn and felt like the Jeff Hardy of old and calls Orton out so he can finish what he started last week

Randy Orton comes out and congratulates Jeff Hardy on rediscoverign himself and he’s back on top of that pedestal and appreciates Jeff for giving him all the credit but Orton says he’s not finished because this version of Jeff Hardy is what he’s going to get rid of and leave Hardy in a heap of bones in the middle of the ring.

Jeff Hardy cuts Orton off before Randy can say RKO and says Randy’s going to hell and Jeff Hardy is going to join him at Hell In A Cell and the crowd erupts with a ‘Delete’ chant

Backstage: Carmella is getting ready in the back and Renee Young asks her about her match against Charlotte and how the buzz is coming off her. Carmella says the only reason Evolution exists is because of the attention she brought to the women’s division. Becky threw an epic temper tantrum. Charlotte never pinned her and she beat Charlotte twice. Tonight, she will complete the trifecta. Becky and Charlotte are chump change and Mella is Money. R Truth shows up and wants to know where Carmella went. Tye Dillinger wants to know what Truth is doing. Truth says when the time is right, the Truth will set her free.

-Commercial 8:45pm-

NAOMI VS BILLIE KAY

Naomi with a drop kick and leaping leg drop for a near fall. Billie grabs Naomi by the hair. Billie with a kick and she punches Naomi. Billie has something to say to Naomi and Naomi with a jaw breaker and round kick followed by clotheslines. Naomi with a running bulldog into the turnbuckles. Naomi with a round kick. Naomi with a rollup for a near fall but Naomi is sent into the ropes and Peyton with a kick. Billie gets the three count.

The winner of the match: Billie Kay

Backstage: We see Daniel Bryan and Brie Bella watching what Brie did last week.

-Commercial 8:55pm-

Brie Bella and Daniel Bryan come out and Daniel says last week Miz and Maryse mocked Bryan’s retirement but Miz is just a bad actor but when Brie ran down to the ring Miz ran off like a coward. Brie says Daniel doesn’t need her to fight his battle but a wife always stands by her husband and it felt good punching the Miz in the face

Bryan says at HIAC, Miz won’t be able to hide behind Maryse and Maryse won’t be able to hide behind Miz. Andrade ‘Cien’ Almas and Zelina Vega come out. Zelina says its an honor to stand next to two legends. Brie Bella and Andrade ‘Cien’ Almas. Zelina says since they’ve arrived on Smackdown, her client has put Sin Cara on the shelf, taken AJ Styles to the limit and destroyed Rusev

But now, it’s time for Andrade ‘Cien’ Almas to outwrestle Daniel Bryan. Bryan says he would love to make this match right now but he’s no longer General Manager but if there’s someone backstage. Paige comes out and says yes she is the Smackdown Live General Manager calls a referee out and makes the match official

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ANDRADE ‘CIEN’ ALMAS VS DANIEL BRYAN

Chain wrestling early on in the match. Side headlock by Almas bringing Daniel down to one knee. Shoulderblock by Almas off the irish whip. Leapfrog by Bryan and Almas showboating between the ropes and Bryan dropkicks him to the outside. Almas back in with a knee.

Inverted DDT by Almas. Kneestrike by Almas. Irish whip reversed by Bryan. Almas with a submission hold and Bryan with a nearfall. Chop to Bryan. Almas chops away at Bryan. Bryan turns it around landing chops of his own. Yes Kicks in the corner. Irish whip and Bryan with the running dropkick. almas with a running knee. Almas charges again and Bryan side steps sending Almas to the outside.

Bryan from the apron connects with a running knee to the face. Bryan throws Almas back into the ring. Bryan to the top rope but misses. Almas connects with an elbow for nearfall. Miz and Maryse continue to look on from the backstage area and Maryse whispers something to Miz before they both walk off

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Back from break, Almas has Bryan locked in an armbreaker. Almas to the top rope and Bryan with a dropkick cutting Almas off. Bryan with a double underhook suplex from the top rope and The Miz is making hi sway to the outside and Almas off the distration misses with a clothesline as Bryan dives through the ropes taking The Miz out. Almas back in control throws Bryan back in getting a nearfall

Almas misses with the moonsaul as Bryan gets the knees up and Bryan with the Yes Lock. Brie pulls Zelina off the apron and knocks her down and Maryse from behind runs Brie into the ring post. Miz attacks Bryan and Almas drops Bryan with the hammerlock DDT.

The referee calls for the bell. Maryse holds Brie in the corner forcing her to watch as Miz has the Yes Lock on Bryan. Maryse then lays Brie out with a DDT while Miz lays Bryan out with a Skull Crushing Finale

The winner of the match by disqualification: Daniel Bryan

Backstage: Charlotte says Becky Lynch thinks she deserves the title but you don’t deserve anything you don’t win. This isn’t a game where you win a trophy. She won’t apologize for working hard and busting her ass every single day. She is not going to lay down for anyone and if Becky wants the spotlight then after her match with Carmella that’s exactly what Charlotte is going to give Becky

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We are back and AJ is in the ring, but we see what happened last week on Smackdown.

AJ says it is official. Samoa Joe versus AJ Styles at Hell in a Cell for the WWE Championship. AJ says that Joe is good with these mind games. Joe has him where he wants him. Joe brought his wife and daughter into this. It shows that Joe is not man enough to take the title from him. Why not confront him face to face like a man. Joe is not a man. AJ says he is going to put an end to these mind games right now. AJ says he is the WWE Champion and he makes the rules around here. AJ says he does not have to wait until Hell in a Cell. AJ wants Joe to come out right now.

AJ says this is a demand by your WWE Champion because he is going to know Joe’s teeth down his throat.

Joe is in the garage and he calls for AJ. Joe says he is not coming out tonight. AJ is proving his point. AJ is acting like super hero to the world, but who is watching your kids? Joe says he isn’t done playing daddy yet.

Joe makes a call and it is to Wendy. Joe asks how the kids are doing. Joe says he knows why Wendy is angry but Joe says he will keep the promise that AJ never did. Joe wants to know if they are still on for the back to school barbecue next week. Joe says to save a plate because he might stop by next Tuesday.

AJ leaves the ring and goes to the back.

We are told that Jeff Hardy versus Randy Orton will happen in a Hell in a Cell Match.

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We are back and AJ Styles is running in the back and he wants to know where Samoa Joe is.

SMACKDOWN WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP: CHARLOTTE FLAIR VS CARMELLA

Carmella and Charlotte lock up. Waistlock by Carmella reversed by Charlotte. Roll up by Carmella. Nearfall by Charlotte. Kick to the midsection. Side headlock on Charlotte and irish whip but Carmella holds on taking Charlotte down.

Carmella bounces Charlotte face first off the turnbuckle and working the headlock. Roll up from behind by Charlotte. Suplex by Charlotte and the champion is in control as she goes to the top rope. Carmella gets to her feet shoving Charlotte off the turnbuckle as she hits the barricades. Up to a count of 5 as Carmella flies through the ropes with a dive onto Charlotte. Back in the ring with a nearfall as we go to break

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Back from break, chinlock by Carmella on the champion keeping Charlotte grounded. Charlotte gets to her feet and she breaks the chinlock delivering a belly to back suplex. Carmella with elbows to the jaw but Charlotte with chops and snapmare by Carmella

Dropkick by Carmella. Carmella sent to the apron and a right hand by Carmella. Carmella with a crossbody. Nearfall by Charlotte. Carmella with a flatliner.

Carmella runs into an elbow. Charlotte in the top turnbuckle. Carmella with a headscissors pulling herself up and connecting with a series of punches as she flips Charlotte over with a frankensteiner and a nearfall. Another nearfall by Carmella. Superkick by Carmella. Series of nearfalls. Charlotte with a spear and Natural Selection. Charlotte locks the figure eight in and Carmella taps

The winner of the match and still Smackdown Women’s Champion: Charlotte Flair

Post Match: Becky Lynch attacks from behind. Becky asks for a mic and tells Charlotte when she gets her way, at Hell In A Cell she’s taking her title back and she exits the ring and walks to the back

–END SHOW–

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