#This is all Harry Anderson's fault

[obsessedelusional]

Internets Favorite Fangirl

paring ✦ Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

summary ✦ You are the internets most famous fangirl. You were a famous actor with no shame in thirsting over celebrities. So naturally you’re very public about your love with Pedro Pascal. Only to switch up when watching TLOU, fancying Bella. What happens when you show up to an award show they’re both attending? poorly proofread

word count ✦ 3,700ish

authors note ✦ hey sorry I’ve been mia I missed all y’all and want to start posting again anyways here’s a bellaxreader I wrote several months ago lmao im gonna post a few bella things I’ve been working on and even venture into tlou ((Abby Anderson is the love of my FUCKING LIFE)) ily bye

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It had become a reoccurring theme in your press interviews to be asked who your recent celebrity crush was. It started when you landed your first big movie. Shortly after the release in a chance to find out more about you fans search the internet for any crumb they could find. Someone found an old Harry Styles fan page you had when you were a teen. You were absolutely mortified by the stuff they were finding. Deleting it wouldn’t undo it so you learned to embrace it. Quickly becoming the internets most famous fan girl.

Making TikTok’s and tweets thirsting after unattainable celebrities. The whole internet eating it up and thirsting along with you. Your most recent viral moment was a TikTok you made featuring the infamous dvcree Pedro Pascal edit. Your face green screened over the original with a caption talking about this singular edit has taken over your for you page and you were enjoying every second of it.

With the upcoming release of the anticipated second movie to your most popular role you were busy doing press work. Sometimes by yourself but mostly with the rest of the cast. Today you were invited to do an google auto complete video with you male costar, Johnathan, who plays your love interest.

The first board asking where your from, then your age, and other basic questions. The next board is handed to you all the google searches begin with ‘who’.

“Who is y/n?” You read aloud laughing as you read.

“I am. That’s me. I act sometimes but mostly embarrass myself on the internet.” You costar laughs agreeing with the last half of your statement.

“Who is y/n dating?”

“I wish I had some juicy gossip to share but I’m as single as it gets.”

“Who is y/n’s celebrity crush?” You sit there and think, your smile grows bigger when it comes to your mind.

“Oh this one’s easy. I know.” Jonathan says.

“Who?”

“Pedro Pascal.”

“Pssssh that was so last week.” Jonathan audibly gasps.

“Who then?”

“We’ll it’s actually his fault.”

“Who’s fault?”

“Pedro’s.”

“Please explain.” Jonathan says confused.

“Well I’m late on the train but I just binged watch The Last of Us. I was the last of us to watch it.” You laugh at your own joke, Jonathan doesn’t only shakes his head disapprovingly.

“Anyways I started watching it for Pedro but stayed for Bella Ramsey.”

“Bella? The one who played Ellie?” Jonathan asks, his face telling you he doesn’t get it.

“Yeah them. You may not understand but the girls will get it.” You respond.

“Okay you heard it here first y/n is single and wants Bella Ramsey. My turn.” He says as he reaches for his board to read off the questions directed at him.

—

A few days pass before the video is released. Your publicist notify you it’s out and you don’t dare watch it, just pray that you didn’t do anything to embarrassing this time. It doesn’t take long before your notifications are flooded with people talking about the interview. You read a few before realizing a theme, Bella.

Everyone is tagging Bella in clips of you gushing over her. An edit of you saying the girls will get it followed by edited clips of Bella to the beat of a song. You may have watched it one too many times before favoriting it. Just as you about to close TikTok you get an Instagram notification from a verified account. It’s Bella following you, you click the notification not believing for a second it’s real.

But it is.

—

Two weeks ago Bella had made the first move by following you on Instagram. The internet went crazy when they realized quickly shipping the two of you. No one realizing that was the extent of your relationship, mutually following each other on instagram. It had crossed your mind at least a hundred times, you had drafted plenty first messages. Always deleting your words before you could muster up the courage to press send.

Tonight no different, you were in the process of preparing for a movie and tv awards show. In your dressing room being pampered by your glam squad. Clicking away at your phone looking for any sign that Bella was going to be here tonight. If they were you’d have no choice by to say hello. Cursing yourself because if only you had messaged Bella beforehand this would be less awkward.

A knock at your door steals your attention and your crew stops what there doing. The door opens revealing your manager, the biggest grin on her face. Something was up.

“We have a surprise for you.” She sings with a soft smile.

“So finish what your doing and meet us in room A3.” She says before shutting the door. You ask your team if they know what’s happening but they all answer with a shrug of the shoulders.

—

“Why are there cameras?” You ask as your guided to room A3. The door is shut, your mind races wondering what it could possibly be. Everyone around you is looking suspiciously excited for what’s about to happen. Your instructed to open the door so you do so, peaking your head in as it creeps open.

With nothing more than your head in the room, you peek around into the darkness. Blinded momentarily when the light turns on from inside. Blinking as an attempt to get your sight back your greeted by none other than Pedro Pascal.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You spit following with a squeal as you shut the door. Leaving Pedro alone in the room with whoever else in there. He erupts into laughter, a sound you had heard many times online.

“There’s no fucking way this is real.” You turn around ready to run greeted by the camera shoved in your face. Realizing you have no choice in this matter. With a nervous breakdown around the corner you open the door. Peaking your head once again making eye contact with Pedro.

“I’m sorry.” You say too afraid to approach already had made a fool of yourself.

“Don’t be.” Pedro laughs, calming your nerves temporarily.

“Hi.” Is all you can manage to spit out.

“Hi honey,” he smiles and waves, making you melt. The two of your still stood a few feet apart. You’re looking him up and down and moving your gaze onto your manger who’s sat in the corner motioning you to get closer.

“You can come closer. I don’t bite.. I mean unless…” His voice trails off and turns into laughter. You laugh before closing the gap, hugging Pedro. After you pose next to Pedro as photos are taken. His arm rests on your shoulder. You look up at the man next to you he’s already looking down at you.

“I was so excited to meet you a few weeks ago.”

“How long have you guys been planning this?” You ask.

“A little over a month.” Your manager answers.

“Yeah then you had to go and switch up on me.” He sighs dramatically, letting his arm fall from your shoulders.

“What did-“

“Don’t act so innocent Y/N. Don’t think I didn’t hear about your new found love for Bella.” Your eyes go wide realizing what he’s talking about.

“They better not pop up out of nowhere. I can’t handle two surprises today.”

“See exactly it’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore.” Pedro whines face falling.

“You do matter but…” You start to go on about Bella but stop your self.

“But what?” Pedro must notice your the worry in your face because he takes it back.

“I’m just giving you a hard time.” He teases.

—

“It really was nice meeting you.” You say your goodbyes but decide to follow it up with an apology for your actions when you were surprised. The cameras were gone now.

“Don’t worry about it. If anything I should be worried. Bella’s not gonna be happy with me.” Your ears perk up at the mention of Bella not being happy.

“Why?”

“I’ve said to much.” He attempts to change the conversation.

“Wait you can’t just say that and pretend like you didn’t.” He let’s out a defeated sigh in response.

“Bella has not shut up about you in weeks. I tried to convince them to tag along but they refused. Which turned into a whole thing. Bella made me promise several times not to embarrass them.” Pedro rambles on before stopping face full of regret.

“I won’t say anything if you won’t.” You respond.

“Deal.”

Maybe you don’t plan on repeating the words that had come out of Pedro’s mouth but they surely lit the fire in your self to finally message Bella or maybe even say hello if you saw them tonight. Your rushed to finish getting ready before being instructed to walk the carpet. Taking pictures first and then stopping to do mini interviews.

Your in the middle of the red carpet where your stood answering questions for some publication. When you hear the crowd and paparazzi roar. Bella is stood next to Pedro, they’re holding hands. Pedro giving his full attention to the cameras while Bella is sneaking glances at you. In front of the camera still and the interviewer waiting for an answer you smile one last time, waving softly before going back to answering. Your whole demeanor changing from the subtle interaction with Bella, suddenly a little more smiley than before.

-

Eventually you’re seated at table, you say your hellos to the few people sitting with you. The seats next to you empty, so you take a peek at the name tags on table. Pedro is suppose to be sat right next to and Bella next to him. You don’t have time to process it because you hear the voice of the man who’s suppose to be sitting next to you. You turn around and he’s busy talking, no sign of Bella. You face forward in your seat, pulling out your phone to distract yourself.

“Told I’m sitting next to you but I don’t want to.” Pedro says from behind you. You smile politely kind of confused watching as he changes Bella’s name place with his. Sitting down where Bella was suppose to be. He sports the biggest grin as you realizing what he’s doing. He whispers you’re welcome before averting his attention else where.

Within seconds your planning your escape but it doesn’t matter because the familiar British accent fills your ears as they chat up some other people at a nearby table. If you left now it’d be too obvious, so you sit there painfully waiting for Bella to sit right next to you. A few long minutes pass before you fill the seat being pulled out and someone sitting down. You look over and smile, making eye contact with Bella who’s a few inches away.

“Hi.” Bella says with a shy smile.

“Hi.” You say back, barely a whisper.

“This is kinda crazy. I’ve never been to an event this big. Especially in America, this is on a whole other level.” Bella explains, staring a conversation.

“Oh yeah you’re probably far from home. Where do you live?” You ask, you already know the answer but Bella doesn’t need to know all that.

“The UK.” Bella responds.

“Oh damn. I’ve had to make that trip a few times. Absolute hell.” You say causing Bella to laugh lightly.

“Yeah kinda. Getting used to it after so many times. It’s usually worth it.”

“Well I hope this time is worth it.” You respond, you haven’t stopped smiling since Bella sat down.

“It already is.” Bella teases, their tone a bit flirty causing you to temporarily malfunction unable to come up with a response. Thank god some camera man comes by asking Pedro and Bella to take some pictures before the show starts.

As soon as Bella’s attention isn’t on you anymore your aggressively messaging your best friend, freaking the fuck out. As you’re typing some one grabs you hand, trying to get you to stand up. It’s Pedro and he’s begging for a photo with you. You happily oblige standing up but Pedro has a plan, posing you next to Bella. He takes a few photos with the two of you before stepping out of the way. Your unsure what to do but without notice Bella arm is around your waist. Pulling you a little closer, you smile for the picture and then look to Bella who’s already looking at you causing you to smile even bigger than before.

—

You two spend the beginning of the award show chatting in between breaks and sneaking glances at each other. Pedro constantly giving you looks, letting you know he’s happy with what’s happening. About half way though the show, a member of the shows staff comes to grab you and Pedro. Apparently the two of you presenting a reward.

You were not prepared for this in the slightest but it’s not the first time, you’ll be fine. You keep telling yourself that. It’s your time to go out, Pedro follows closely behind. You smile as everyone starts to cheer, when your finally to the podium Pedro begins reading off the teleprompter. You can’t help but cringe as the words as they come out, praying that it’s not too obvious.

“Today we’re here to present the award for break out actress.” Pedro says.

“Yeah… it’s been so amazing watching these nominees make their dreams come true.” You say through gritted teeth.

“With enough hard work and dedication, your dreams are possible. Just like her dreams.” He laughs, pointing to you.

“What do you mean Pedro?” You read off, sounding entirely out of touch with the words coming out. Confused where this could possibly going.

“Your hard work at being a fangirl, has finally paid off. You got to meet me. The man of your dreams.” Pedro can barley finish, laughing harder than he should be. Stopping every other word to laugh or catch his breath from laughing so hard. You don’t have any words being prompted at you, so you laugh and agree. Being shut up by the sound of your own voice being blasted from behind you.

“Absolutely fucking not.” You hear and followed by the sound of a door being slammed. You turn around in horror seeing yourself, on the biggest screen freaking out about meeting Pedro.

“There’s no fucking way this is real.” Plays on the screen, your curse words being bleeped. This is more embarrassing than anything you could’ve imagined that they had planned for this footage. You watch in full disgust too afraid to face the crowd of thousands. You hear them laughing at every stupid thing that leaves your mouth in the video, adding to your embarrassment.

When the video finally ends, Pedro gives you a hug. Saying something about how it’s okay in your ear but you’re far too gone from the moment to understand him. You turn to the face the crowd, the actor in your turning on.

“Well that was embarrassing.” You laugh.

“It’s okay, everyone loved it.” Pedro responds.

“Yeah everyone but me. Anyways, the nominees are…” You say as at attempt to make this end sooner. The nominees play in the background as you avoid eye contact with everyone in the crowd, just kinda looking off in the distance. Especially Bella because you two were hitting it off so we’ll and now the whole room, including Bella, just watched Pedro talk about your new found love for them.

Pedro starts ripping at an envelope letting you know it’s time to announce. The both of you read of the winner and start clapping. When the winner gets to the stage, you hug them before moving out of the way. Listening intently as they give their speech. It’s finally time to leave and you waste absolutely no time getting off that stage. Once backstage your overwhelmed by the sheer amount of good jobs and laughs at what just happened to you. Your manger tells you that was perfect.

“No more suprises please that was horrible.” You mutter, embarrassed and ready for the night to be over. Your manager apologizes. You make the walk back to the table, being stopped several times on the way. When you finally see your seat, Bella sees you. They flash a smile at you as you sit down. Pedro following close behind.

“That was something.” Bella says teasingly.

“That was embarrassing, I’m sorry.” You say not finding it funny.

“Why are you apologizing?” They ask, face full of concern.

“Because I opened my big mouth and dragged you into this.”

“I don’t mind. I actually kinda enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it?” You ask, your sour mood suddenly disappearing.

“Who wouldn’t enjoy one of the most beautiful and talented actors out there publicly simping for them?” Bella says, bringing your smile back.

“Beautiful?”

“Mhmm and talented.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night talking whenever you can. Pedro often inserting himself, neither of you minding. When it finally ends you can’t help but feel sad. Wishing the night could some how continue. You say your goodbyes, hugging Pedro. Then hugging Bella, a little longer than the hug with Pedro.

“It was nice meeting you.” You say as you pull away.

“You too.” Bella smiles as you walk away, your manager hounding you to get back to the dressing room so you can leave.

“How long are you in town?” You ask.

“I actually have to get on a plane back tomorrow afternoon.” Bella responds, sadness apparent in their voice.

“Oh well, shit that sucks.”

“What do you normally do after an award show?” Bella asks.

“Normally I get some terrible fast food and rot in bed until I fall asleep.” You respond honestly.

“I could go for some terrible fast food..” Bella says, with a hint of hope you’d understand what they were trying to say.

“I’d love it if you joined me.” You say, blush appearing. You make plans with Bella, letting them know you’d have to go to dressing room and unglam yourself. Bella understands following you to the dressing room, waiting for you outside of it. Eventually you come out in sweats, hair tied up and no more makeup.

“We’ll now I feel overdressed.” Bella teases, noticing your causal attire.

“You can borrow some clothes at mine.” You say, not realizing that you’re unofficially inviting Bella over to your home. Bella nods yes, biggest smile plastered on their face as they follow you out of the venue.

—

An hour later, Bella and you are laid up in bed. Tummy’s full watching some bad reality show. Doesn’t matter because you two can’t stop talking, not paying much attention to the tv. The conversation flows naturally, never missing a beat. Little did you know the internet was actively loosing their shit over all the content of the two of you tonight. Unaware of all of it, neither of you feeling any need to check your phones.

“I’m so glad I got to meet you tonight.” You say when the conversation starts to lull.

“Me too. I’ve been wanting to message you for weeks but I was absolutely terrified.” Bella admits.

“Me too. I was scared shitless when I realized you were sitting next to me. I’ve made a complete and utter fool of myself.” You say, looking at Bella who suddenly seems way closer than before. Tension between the two of you is heavy.

“Not at all.” Bella reassures you for what feels like the hundredth time.

“You sure? Because I still can’t believe-“ Your words are cut off by Bella kissing you softly, pulling away quickly.

“I like you. Okay? Please don’t fret over it.” Bella laughs, your laid there in shock. The biggest stupidest grin on your face.

“I like you too.” You whisper barley audible cause you’re quick with pressing your lips to Bella’s. This kid lasting a lot longer than the first.

—

The next morning, you two sleep in after staying up late. Only giving you two an hour before Bella has to get on the plane. You offer to drive Bella to their hotel, so they can pack and end up dropping them off at the airport too. Saying goodbye with a sweet kiss and plans to see each other in the near future.

You get into your car and pull out of the airport. A whole mix of emotions. Happy because of the prospects of a relationship with Bella but also sadness because Bella lives so far away. If the two of you do end up making it official, it’ll be long distance. The short drive home is spent in silence trying to figure out of the feelings your currently experiencing all at once. When you pull into your garage, your phone goes off its Bella.

Bella: thank you for last night, had so much fun and I can’t wait to see you again

You: is it stupid that I kinda miss you already?

Bella: I miss you too xxx

You catch yourself smiling so hard at your phone. Before you can respond Bella messages you again letting you know that their getting on the plane, they’ll message you as soon as they can. You shoot a short sweet message back and close the messages app.

You start opening your social media apps and your mentions are flooded with Bella and you at the award show. Hundred of photos from the event. People taking notice of the way you two were looking at each other. Then photos of you two leaving together. Most recently blurry photos of you off someones phone, outside of the airport saying goodbye to Bella.

“That was fast.” You groan aloud to yourself. Everyone is assuming the two of you are dating and you can’t blame them. You have a dozen unread messages from family, friends and people on your team.

A notification lets you know Pedro tagged you in a story. You click it and it’s the blurry photo of you kissing Bella outside the airport, with text that says ‘you’re welcome’. He tagged you and Bella in it. You can’t stop the laugh that leaves your mouth. Praying that Bella has knowledge of all this and isn’t blindsided when they get off the plane.

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[jahayla-parker]

TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon

Description: blurb preference with the characters/people below based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff

Characters/people for this preference: Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harry Holland, Sam Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Freddy Carter, Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Cardan Greenbriar, Aaron Warner Anderson, Pin Hawthorne, and Austin Butler

Tom Holland

“Tomm…” y/n mumbled.

Tom peaked his head into the bathroom, eyes meeting her’s instantly.

“I… uhhh…. I have an issue” she whispered.

Tom raised his eyebrow at her and stepped into their bathroom, closing the door behind him

“What’s happening love?” He asked, grabbing her hand.

“So… uhh… I’m on my period…” y/n explained slowly.

Tom nodded, “did you need me to go to the store?”

Y/n smiled at how sweet he was but shook her head, looking away.

“Okay, then what is it darling?” He asked, using his thumb to lift her head back up to look at him.

“I… my tampon is… stuck” she said, looking out the corner of her eyes nervously.

“Oh” Tom said breathlessly but quickly pulled himself together, “okay. Let’s figure this out”.

“Wait, what?” Y/n asked, looking back at him with sad eyes.

“Love, it’s alright” he cooed, stroking her cheek, “we’ll get it out hmm?”

She gave him a thankful smile to which he responded by kissing her forehead delicately and lifting her onto the bathroom counter.

“So… just talk me through it yeah?” He asked shyly.

“Tom” she blushed, reaching forward to stop him.

“Darling, nothing to be shy about, I’ve seen it all before, and it’s not your fault it’s stuck” he encouraged.

Y/n giggled, burying her head into his shoulder.

She pulled back and pointed to her camera, “it’s a TikTok prank babe”.

Tom huffed, his cheeks reddening as he lifted her back to the ground.

“I couldn’t resist, but you were so sweet” she smiled, kissing his cheek.

Tom blushed more, wrapping his arm around her waist, “just as long as you know you can come to me if that really happened”.

Peter Parker

“Ummmm Peter?” Y/n called, walking into their apartment’s living room.

Peter looked up from his laptop and gave her a bright smile and nodded.

“So I uhh… Nevermind I’ll ask MJ” she rambled, looking down and playing with her hands.

Peter sighed, quickly setting his laptop to the side and walking to his girlfriend.

“Why MJ?” He frowned, pulling her to him.

Y/n laughed nervously, “it’s.. a girl thing Peter”.

“Oh” he whispered, his cheek warming up as it rested on her shoulder.

“Well maybe I can still help?” He offered, drawing shapes on her back through his sweatshirt she was wearing.

“Oh, thank you Peter” she said, squeezing him, “but I don’t think you’re going to want to do that”.

“Sure I do!” Peter gasped, pulling back to show his offended facial expressions.

Y/n bit her lip, “Peter…”

Peter’s frown deepened as he whined, “please let me help?”

“Peter-“ y/n began slowly.

“Please, I’ll do my best! I w-“ He argued.

“Peter, my tampon is stuck!” She blurted, cutting him off.

Peter’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned so red they’d have blended in with his Spider-Man suit if he had it on.

“Oh… okaay… umm…” Peter rambled anxiously.

“I’ll just call MJ and -“ y/n suggested.

Peter shook his head rapidly, “no, no. I’ll figure this out. Let me research this”.

“What?! What’re you looking up?” Y/n gasped as Peter rushed to his computer.

“The best way to help get a stuck tampon out” Peter said simply, typing away.

“Babe” y/n giggled, resting her hand on his over the keyboard.

“This article says I can simply use my hand, so-“ Peter began, reading off the instruction from the website he clicked on.

“Peter” y/n said, kissing his cheek, “it was a prank”.

“What?” He asked, turning to face her.

“It is a TikTok trend Pete; if it helps, you passed” y/n shrugs with a smile.

Peter shook his head, “of course I did, I wasn’t going to just leave it in there”.

Y/n laughed and pulled him to her for a hug.

Harry Holland

“Baz! Can you come here please?” Y/n shouted.

Harry knocked before slowly opening the bathroom door, “love?”

“I need your help” she stated, causing an instant wave of confusion to take over his features.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, “with?”

Y/n looked away from him as she slowly sat on the closed toilet lid, “my tampon is stuck Baz”

Harry froze, staring at her in shock as he opened and closed his mouth silently.

Y/n looked up as he started to exit the bathroom, “are you just leaving me here?”

“Don’t be dramatic” Harry scoffed, “I’m getting reinforcements “.

Y/n jumped up, grabbing her phone and running to catch up with him, “reinforcements?!”

“Love I don’t know what to do, but I’m sure mum does” Harry explained, grabbing his phone from where he abandoned it on the couch moments ago.

“No!” Y/n laughed, taking the phone from his hand.

“Y/n, I’m clueless on this” Harry groaned, reaching for his phone.

“That’s fine cause it’s a prank” y/n informed him, giving him a cheesy grin.

Harry stared at her, trying to see if she was lying or not.

He smirked, grabbing his phone back from her, “you can never be too sure”.

“Holland don’t you dare!” Y/n gasped, putting her phone down as she chased her boyfriend around their flat.

Sam Holland

“Darling?” Sam called, knocking on their bathroom door.

Y/n had intentionally sat in the bathroom for far longer than normal, waiting to see if he noticed.

“I… I’ll be out soon” y/n breathily laughed.

Sam sighed softly, “are you okay?”

Y/n bit her lip as she took one last deep breath to compose herself for the prank.

“Y-yeah Sammy. I’ll be out soon.. okay?” She asked quietly.

“Y/n, can I come in?” He asked, resting his hand on the door handle.

“Why?” She asked with a fake panic.

Sam laughed nervously, “because you’re scaring me honey, can I please come in?”

“Umm one sec” y/n shouted, making a lot of noise and running the sink.

She held a towel in her hands as she opened the door for her boyfriend with a sheepish smile.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, surveying the bathroom for clues.

“Nothing” she said, looking away as she hung the towel up.

“Darling,” Sam warned softly, grabbing her hand.

She sighed, peering up into his eyes, “my tampon is… stuck”.

Sam’s mouth opened slightly before he nodded.

“How do I help? Should I get ummm” he rambled, his eyes darting around the room, “ooh! Tongs?”

“No! You’re not using tongs down there Sam!” Y/n gasped, laughing.

Sam thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement, “Turkey baster?”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “what?!”

“You know… the suction? It could pull it out” Sam shrugged.

“No kitchen utensils!” Y/n sighed, rubbing her head.

Sam bit his lip, “okay, well I’m coming up with ideas, you tell me one then”.

“Sam your ideas all involve medieval torture” y/n joked, “thank god it was a prank!”

Sam let out a sigh of relief before crossing his arms over his chest, “you were pranking me?”

Y/n giggled shyly and nodded, “good thing too cause now I know who not to come to!”

Haz (Harrison) Osterfield

“Okay, okay, go” y/n giggled, shoving Charlotte back to their living room, “he’ll be home soon”.

Charlotte laughed and raced back, throwing herself on her brother’s couch to wait.

Y/n set up her phone’s camera in the corner between their towel rack and toothbrush holder.

“Darling?” Harrison called out, “Charlotte says you’ve been in there a while”.

Y/n suppressed her laughter over the fact Charlotte wasn’t supposed to even say anything but was clearly eager.

“Ummm yeah, sorry” y/n sighed, making Harrison knock on the door.

“I’ll be out. I just… need a minute “ y/n lied.

“I’m coming in love” Harrison said, slowly opening the door so she had the chance to stop him.

Harrison walked to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, “are you just hanging out in here?”

Y/n laughed and slapped his arm playfully, “of course not”.

“Well, you’re completely dressed and standing alone in the bathroom, what else am I to expect?” Harrison teased, brushing some hair from her eyes.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “it’s not that”.

“Then what is it?” Harrison asked, his voice sounding concerned again.

“Do you really want to know?” Y/n asked as she bit her lip.

Harrison looked and ensured the bathroom door was shut before nodding, “of course”.

“My… tampon… is… well, it’s stuck” y/n muttered.

“In you?” Harrison blurted without thinking.

Y/n laughed and sighed, “yeah, duh”.

Harrison shook his head to focus, quickly stepping back and grabbing her shoulders, “okay… let me think”.

“It’s okay, I -“ y/n began but he shook his head.

Harrison’s eyes snapped to her’s as an idea formed in his mind, “okay, I got it”.

Y/n raised an eyebrow questioningly at him.

“Sit here” he said, pressing onto the wall of the bathtub.

“Umm what?” Y/n asked quietly, doing as he said.

“I will kneel down and we’ll get this fixed” he offered.

Y/n grinned, leaning forward and kissing him, “I love you Haz, but that’s not needed”.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “it’s not a big deal, just-“

She laughed, cupping his cheek with her hand, “it’s a TikTok prank baby”.

Harrison looked around for the camera, noticing it just as y/n pointed it out.

“You’re lucky I love you” he teased, grabbing the camera.

“Clearly” she grinned, making him blush.

Freddy Carter

“Love, I got your text, where are you?” Freddy asked as he entered their flat, setting the groceries on the floor by the front door.

“Bathroom” y/n mumbled, Freddy noticing the shyness in her voice.

“You said you need help?” He asked, knocking on the door.

“Come in please Freddy” she whispered.

Freddy opened the door, walking to her and grabbing her hand, “what’s happening?”

Y/n giggled, rubbing a hand over her face in embarrassment, “I managed to get my tampon… stuck”.

Freddy bit his lip as he watched her look up at him innocently.

She sighed with a smile, “I know”.

Freddy laughed softly, “good, well done love”.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his typical line when she made a fool of herself, and crossed her arms.

“Alright, alright “ he said, composing himself, “it’s no longer funny. How can I help love?”

Y/n bit her lip and shrugged, “it’s really stuck. I’ve tried for like twenty before texting you”.

“Pretty girl, why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come faster to help” Freddy sighed, guiding her to the toilet.

“It’s awkward” y/n mumbled.

Freddy delicately pushed her to sit down, kissing the top of her head, “no it’s not, now I’m going to need you to lower your trousers and then -“

“Freddy-“ y/n said, grabbing his hand.

Freddy looked down at her and nodded as he waited for an explanation for her hesitation.

“I really appreciate you baby, but it’s just a TikTok prank, Amita suggested it” y/n giggled, squeezing his hand.

Freddy paused for a moment, “alright, so you’re okay?”

Y/n stood up before him, kissing his cheek, “yeah, thank you”.

Freddy laughed and shook his head, “good, now help me with the groceries?”

Kaz Brekker

“Inej, no” y/n sighed, annoyed that in her drunken state Jesper convinced her to have you prank Kaz.

“Why?” Inej whined.

“Because you know how he is with touch” y/n argued firmly.

“He doesn’t have to actually touch tou, just see how he’d try to help or if he’d ignore it “ she pressed.

“Inej, no” y/n repeated, standing up and walking to Kaz’s room.

She frowned upon seeing the room was empty but she sat down at his desk anyways and grabbed the book next to her.

When Kaz entered his room, he hesitated for a moment, seeing y/n resting her head in a book on his desk.

He tried to tell himself that while her posture showed she was uncomfortable it was due to her position not what Inej told him.

Kaz wasn’t sure why Inej had told him such a personal matter in the first place, but he knew she was unusually drunk.

As y/n seemed to notice his presence, she shifted in her seat to stretch and loosen her muscles from the bad position she was in.

But Kaz took it as a sign that Inej was correct.

He sighed, slowly walking to y/n as she smiled at him.

Kaz paused just before her and his eyes ran up and down her body as he tried to think of a plan to help her without touching her.

He knew it was futile but he couldn’t ignore it either, especially after Inej went into vigorous detail about what could happen if the tampon was left inside y/n too long.

“Kaz?” Y/n asked, noticing his higher than normal level of apprehension.

“I… I don’t think I can do it y/n” Kaz sighed, his eyes on his gloved hands.

“Do, what?” She pressed, staring at him in confusion.

“Help you” he sighed, his jaw clenching in frustration with himself, “I’m not there yet”.

Y/n tilted her head to the side as she examined his eyes for any clue as to what was going on, “Kaz, I-“.

He shook his head, gripping his cane tighter, “I cannot. Inej is of no use at the moment. I will get Nina”.

She watched as Kaz turned abruptly towards his door.

“Kaz, I don’t need Nina. What are you talking about?” She asked, standing up behind him.

“Your… disposition. Inej informed me” Kaz stated, his back to her.

“My..-? Oh, Kaz, ignore her” y/n said as she caught on.

Kaz turned back to y/n, “I will not. You need help. I may not be able to but I can make sure Nina does”.

Y/n smiled and walked to him, slowly setting her hand over his on his cane to allow him the chance to pull away or stop her.

“Inej wanted me to prank you. I told her no. I guess she took it upon herself” y/n explained, smiling sympathetically at him.

“You are not at risk of poor health then?” Kaz clarified, the concern showing in his eyes.

“I mean, we live in Ketterdam so that’s a constant possibility, but no, I don’t have a tampon stuck, and no I’m not at any increased health risk Kaz” she promised.

Kaz turned his hand over to hold her’s for a moment as he nodded and let his features relax.

Y/n smiled and lead him back to his desk so he could sit.

While she wasn’t pleased Inej pushed it, she was proud of her boyfriend for finding his own way to help her.

Jesper Fahey

“You what?” Jesper asked, setting his whiskey down.

“Don’t make me repeat it” y/n groaned.

Jesper laughed and dropped his arm around her shoulders, “then let’s go”.

“Where?” She asked as he lead her through the crowd that had entered the crow’s club that night.

“To the restroom to take care of this” he shrugged.

“And how exactly are you planning on doing that Jesper?” Y/n laughed.

“Darling, you should know I’m well skilled with my hands” Jesper winked.

“Jes!” She gasped, smacking his arm.

“What?!” He feigned innocence, “you’ve seen me take apart my guns to clean them. This is not much different”.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she knew that was not what he was referring to mere seconds before.

“It is very different, thank you very much!” She argued.

Jesper smirked and shrugged as he pushed the bathroom door open after no one responded when he knocked, “you know I’m always gentle”.

Y/n grumbled, “I hate you”.

Jesper laughed, “if you say so, now stand here”.

“Jesper, stop” y/n laughed, pushing him back.

He sighed, looking into her eyes, “I’ll stop joking, but we do need to fix this”.

Y/n smiled, “it was a prank Jes”.

Jesper frowned, “you mean..”

She nodded, kissing his cheek, “thanks for helping me win the bet though!”

Jesper groaned as he followed her back out into the club, “you better split the winnings with me!”

Cardan Greenbriar

“Yes my sweet nemesis?” Cardan mumbles, glancing up from his slouched position on his lounge chair in his bedroom.

“I could use some assistance” y/n whispered.

“With?” He asks, setting his gold rimmed chalice down before standing.

“You may not be interested..” she sighs, looking away.

“I beg your pardon, you cannot truly think I would chose to not assist you” Cardan scoffs, lifting y/N’s hand to his stained lips.

“Cardan… it’s just… my tampon is stuck” y/n explains slowly.

“This is a mortal thing yes?” Cardan questions with a slight tilt of his head, the tip of his ear peaking through the curtain of his loose hair.

She nods, “which is why, I think you may need to get my sist-“.

Cardan cuts y/n off with a gentle kiss to her lips, “I understand the summation, but my Queen, I plead you let me try first on my own”.

“You’re willing to…” y/n trailed off, staring into his kind eyes.

“You need not act as if that is anything new my dear” he smirked, pulling her hand towards their adjoined bathroom.

“Cardan” She giggles, tugging him back, “it’s a prank”.

“A… prank?” He questions, staring at her.

“Basically a joke or trick for comedic purposes” y/n explains with a smile.

Cardan’s eyes darken slightly as he shakes his head, “ever the trickster aren’t you my beautiful y/n”.

She blushes as she watches him flop back onto the lounge chair and resume his drinking.

Aaron Warner (Anderson)

“Honey, I’m going to need some help in here” y/n said, knowing Aaron would rush right in.

Just as suspected, her boyfriend busted into the bathroom within seconds.

“How can I help you love?” He asked, scanning her for any injuries.

“So… ummm” she mumbled, biting her lip.

Aaron sighed tenderly, “love, don’t be shy. Not with me”.

He was being so gentle she felt bad for pranking him, but she needed to beat Kenji.

“I got a tampon stuck” she told him, eyes wide as she looked into his green eyes.

“Not a problem love,” he stated, picking her up and setting her on the bench next to the counter.

“Aaron-“ she giggled, grabbing his hand.

“It’s okay gorgeous, just lift your hips for me love” he instructed, reaching for her waistband.

“Babe, stop” She whispered, smiling at him “ it was a prank”.

Aaron furrowed his eyebrows as he stepped back and gave her a questioning look.

She bit her lip and shrugged innocently, “Kenji said that no guy would ever-“.

“You did this to prove a point to Kenji?” Aaron asked teasingly.

She nodded with a shy smile, “oops?”

Aaron chuckled and shook his head, scooping her into his arms as he began tickling her, “you’re going to pay for that my love”.

Pin Hawthorne

“I can’t right now Pin” y/n sighed, walking out of the restroom.

“Why?” He sighed, leaning against the doorframe, “it’ll be short and we’ll have dinner after”.

“I have to umm.. hang out here for a bit” She explained.

Pin squinted at her, “everyone’s left, unless you’re the horse thief I’m not sure why you’d stick around”.

Y/n scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest as she playfully glared at him.

“I’m kidding” Pin grinned, putting his palms up in the air, “but why are you staying here?”

“I have to take care of something” y/n muttered, trying to not look over at her camera she’d hidden earlier.

The girls had all agreed to try the viral tampon prank on their boyfriends this weekend and y/n decided to get it over with first.

“I own the stables y/n, I assure you that whatever Mia has you staying late for can wait” Pin sighed, expecting Mia to be the cause again this time, “regardless, I can help”.

“Not with this” She giggled nervously.

Pin pushed himself off the doorframe and walked to his girlfriend, gently interlacing their hands, “why not?”

“Pin…it’s embarrassing” She pouted.

He shrugged, “I’ve embarrassed myself countless times before you. I promise you can tell me anything”.

Y/n beamed as she looked into his warm brown eyes, “I know…”

“Then what is the matter?” He pressed hesitantly.

“My tampon is stuck” she groaned.

Pin’s cheeks flushed a crimson red color as he sucked in his bottom lip.

He forced a stiff nod, “I see”.

“Like I said, you can’t help. I tried several times and I can’t get it myself” y/n told him.

Pin raised his eyebrows as he slowly let out his bottom lip, “if you can’t reach it… perhaps… umm… perhaps I can. If you’re okay with that of course! I mean, I know I’ve only worked on horses but I think I understand the general task and I-“

Y/n giggled, reaching up to run her hand through his hair, “Pin, babe, breathe”.

Pin nodded and took a deep breath, “okay, so-“.

“No, really, baby it was a prank, I’m sorry” she explained, playing with his hair to relax him.

“What?” He whispered in shock.

“I’m sorry” she sighed, tenderly scratching his scalp, “it was Jade’s idea. It’s a TikTok trend people do with their boyfriends”.

Pin closed his eyes for a second as he suppressed a large grin, but his dimples face him away, “boyfriend”.

Y/n giggled, cuddling up against him, “yes Pin, boyfriend”.

Austin Butler

“Ugh” y/n griped as she stomped through her and Austin’s house.

Austin set his script aside as he started questioningly at his girlfriend.

He waited to see if she’d explain why she was having a fit but as she began digging in her purse while still muttering he gave up.

“Angel? What’s going on? Why are you so grumpy?” He smirked, standing up to walk to her.

“I’m not grumpy Austin” She argued, rolling her eyes.

“Mmm okay” He laughed, “tell that to the pen you threw”.

She groaned, running a hand down her face as she plopped into the dining room chair next to her.

“Y/n/n, angel come on, talk to me” Austin requested, kneeling next to her.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself.

Austin sighed and pulled her chair leg slowly to bring her closer, “please”.

“I can’t” she mumbled.

“Love, we talked about communication” He reminded her, his hand resting on her knee.

She let out a loud sigh before nodding and looking at him, “my tampon is stuck Austin “.

Austin laughed making her shove him playfully as she pouted .

He shook his head, cupping her face in his hands, “angel, that’s an easy fix. You had me worried”.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “I already tried though, I can’t get it”.

Austin nodded, pulling her head delicately to him as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, “that’s where I step in”.

She smiled and shook her head, looking to the camera against the planter.

“Angel, I know it might be awkward but it’s gotta come out” Austin said, squeezing her hand encouragingly.

“Aus” She giggled, pointing to the camera resting on their planter, “it was just a TikTok prank!”

Austin laughed loudly as he helped y/n stand up and pulled her to him, “I’ll get you back for that you know”.

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I was surprised about the Harkle/Andy Cohen podcast. Way back when H and M were dating, Cohen apparently named Meghan his “Jackhole of the Week,” an honor going to a current jackhole. That’s why all of the positive CNN spin also surprised me. Anderson Cooper and Cohen are good friends… Anderson had her number all along, but took the “get” with Harry after Spare. He also put Harry on the spot about his lack of kindness to William. (Part 1)

(Part 2) Anderson Cooper‘s brother committed suicide (not through any fault of Anderson’s), and I’m sure Cooper would love to have him alive and in his life, and here’s Harry trashing a brother who looked out for him all of his life. Cooper must have been dumbfounded. He wasn’t buying that H was being loving toward William in the book, even though H insisted he was.

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Every relationship Harry and Meghan have is transactional. They don't have family or friends. They have staff.

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Stack The Deck - PART 4

CW: threats, choking, anxiety, stress position, reference to non-con

PART 3 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 5

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Hours had passed, time which gave Elliot enough opportunity to prepare a list of people who had enough reason to hate him. Even though Morris, his trigger-happy captor with too much free time, claimed to not follow any personal vendetta, he couldn't shake off the inkling that this was his fault.

How much more personal could it get? His mind drifted through names and faces, some more detailed than others: James Randall, high school bully turned general contractor just a few towns over. They had some quick and rough encounters during their time together, but nothing more came about it. Or Eve Anderson, who used to sit just two cubicles down from him and was let go by their manager because of her, well, unorthodox bookkeeping.

The last thing he heard about her, whispered among his coworkers, was the rumor that she went into crypto. Mister Harris, loyal customer and enraged by the inflation of gas prices, continually harassing his workplace with angry calls. But none of that was reasonable...

Otherwise, I am going to slit your mother open from her chin down to her fucking-

Neither was this situation. He had to be smart about his actions, or the consequences would be graver than an improper lay-off from a white collar job.

No promise would guarantee his stay to be quick - less likely painless, but he had to at least know the reason for this madness. If he wanted to use this information to his advantage, if he wanted to get out here alive...

Elliot felt a new wave of misery creeping up his stomach, choking him tight from the inside. Registering the now warm fabric of the mattress below, he imagined how eternity would feel like. Just waiting...surrounded by dirt and dubious bodily fluids. Waiting to be gutted in an empty crack house nobody would ever care to search for.

The pressure behind his eyes increased to an excruciating degree, threatening to burst out of him as a fountain of grief. Tears made their way forward. Elliot was too scared to talk, to even move, but his body needed any kind of catharsis; so he cried.

It was silent at first, a sniffle or two making their way out of his throat, hopefully muffled enough not to irritate the man just a few feet away.

Morris had spent long hours playing cards with himself, solitaire, Elliot suspected. Now spread across the dirty wood like a mosaic, the cards connected to each other with a charming precision. Stopping only every few minutes, to look at his phone. His mood never seemed to brighten after that.

A pastime, so he doesn't have to endure me.

At this, he finally broke. All the fear, guilt and stress of the last hours culminated into an unstoppable force, pushing its way through Elliot's body until it ripped his lips apart. Trying his hardest to stop any treacherous sounds, he clenched his jaw tight and pressed himself back down in the filth of the mattress, face now deeply hidden. It didn't change anything. The anxious panting echoed through the living room, making their way to the source of all this terror.

As he slowly shifted in his seat, Morris couldn't hide the feeling of unease any longer. Turning the chair around, he fixated on the shaking figure in front of him.

"Are you done already?" This cold tone didn't do his captive any good, even boosted the uncontrolled motions of his limbs to an unhealthy degree. "Stop that, you look like a-"

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" Elliot screamed with a sudden anger, so very blinded by fear that all thoughts of torture were pushed aside. A childish part of him screamed at this unfair treatment, and no nausea, cramps or headache could hold it in anymore.

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Morris stopped his line of threats in an instant. The quick shock of an icy feeling at the back of his neck, but after a few seconds he pulled himself together. He thanked himself for doing this alone, his partners would have already ripped Elliot apart for this mild tantrum; and also humiliated anyone who would let a hostage address them that way.

"Oh, stop your whining, I'm not even doing anything! You want the gag again?!"

He really shouldn't worry about this sudden blast of desperate resistance. He was perfectly safe, everything was under control. She would answer... They just needed to wait a bit longer-

"No!" the man below finally answered through clenched teeth, "I just want to understand-"

With a hard slam, the chair flew back onto the floor, accompanied by playing cards slipping from their previously neat placing. Everything happened so quickly, none of the men grasped how they ended up like this. Without warning, Morris was on top of him again, both hands enclosing his neck, but not quite squeezing yet.

It was visible how Elliot cursed his loud mouth, the cloud of anger now nearly evaporated and replaced with a somber nothingness. The blank expression, empty eyes staring into Morris´, hid behind smeared red on pale skin.

He thought of who came before, but couldn't find a good reference of character to plan his next step. The younger man didn't belong to his usual clientele. Which meant that the rules weren't established yet, a shortcoming Morris had to account for, if he wasn't busy strangling his captive right now.

He reacted so negatively to threats. Sure, who doesn't, but the greatest part of compliance he got through talking him down in a poised manner. They could scream at each other for the whole day, but empty phrases didn't seem to cut it this time. In any case, he wasn't the usual kind of man trapped in Morris claws, he had to approach this from another perspective.

Ketamine, maybe. If Elliot refused to give him another option, the next snapshot would be of him having a drug induced breakdown on the carpet. He wouldn't overdose him, of course, he wasn't that kind of idiot. Nobody would benefit from that.

With one thumb pressed onto Elliot's larynx, pushing it down against the hard front of his spine, Morris collected himself to correct his rookie mistake:

"I'm going to repeat myself only once, alright? This is not about you. No personal agenda here, so don't make it one." 

Small nods shook the drained head up and down; intentionally or not, Elliot continued to hold his breath underneath the weight of his captor, signaling him to continue. 

"In a few hours, this will just have been an ugly nightmare for you, but nothing more." Another set of nods underlined the promises of freedom, realistic or not, didn't matter anymore. 

"I'm not an animal, so don't treat me like one. If this phone rings," he pointed at the small device on the desk, endlessly looked at in the past hours, "I'll have everything I want. This is all I expect from today."

His fingers let go to rest next to Elliot's head, caging him but not touching any more than he needed to. Raising an eyebrow, Morris waited for another sign of acceptance.

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Liar. Liar. Liar.

He was sure these words meant nothing, only trying to lull him into submission. This Morris didn't want him to make noise, to call for help till he got finished off. Elliot would be murdered and not even granted the reason for it. So he just gave in, once again lying flat on the thin piece of foam, not moving besides a light shiver.

"I will be reasonable, if you let me be."

With this final warning, Morris stood up again. Looking down at the drained picture of distress, he grabbed his phone to take a picture. Evidence of the consequence one awaits when screwing him over.

He probably gets off to this, Elliot realized, now regretting his defiance even more. He shunned the thoughts dropping into his mind, that there was the possibility of death only being the second-worst thing that could happen to him here.

His hopeless expression only made Morris shrug worthlessly, pocketing the phone again. Despite his obvious violent tendencies, Elliot couldn't push aside the feeling that the brute searched for a conversation with him. Like he wanted to let it all out, to prove to himself he was being reasonable...

"I'm sending her another one, maybe she thinks the one in the trunk was just a joke, I don't know... This has to be done." He spoke more to himself, breaking the forced eye contact. 

So it is just about money, in the end. Draining the last sorry penny out of my parent's bank account.

Wondering how Morris would ever think that his mother takes these threats lightly, he rolled himself into a more comfortable position. His still bound hands continued to tingle with sharp stabs all throughout, adjusting to the new normal.

Even though he finally gave up on fighting, past and future threats practically forcing him into compliance, his captor continued to eye him from time to time.

"You want a deal?" the question floated to him after a few minutes of silence. Elliot refused to imagine what favor Morris would ask of him, he tried to ignore the unsavory thoughts, fostering his anxiety ever so drastic.

"You can play a round of cards with me...you know, to pass the time." 

Elliot started to listen again, hoping for some kind of break. Please don't let that be a euphemism. Untroubled, Morris continued:

"I'll untie you for that, and you will stay calm indefinitely. That's the deal, nothing more."

It was irrelevant, if there was a hidden catch to this offer, Elliot failed to gather the effort to care anymore.

"Okay," he whispered, "Please."

"Now that's more like it!" he exclaimed, almost sounding enthusiastic about a card game, as he once again knelt down on the mattress to pull out his knife. Before the blade could separate the cursed binds of tape, he stopped for a second.

"You won't try to pull any stunts, right? I'll stuff you back in the trunk, if I have to."

Or break my bones. Or gag me again. Or gut my mom. Elliot didn't want him to get even more creative, just shaking his head a little.

"I won't do anything, I swear."

With a simple slash, the overbearing pressure in his joints released, first in his shoulders and then further down his arms, as Morris worked his way through the loops of tape at every other point. His long numb hands were last.

Both shoulders finally snapped forward, immediately letting him catch himself in a tight embrace. Somewhere deep down, he could feel the burning soreness of the muscles and ligaments shifting back into position, like returning from the longest stretch in existence.

Feet still tied, he was dragged by the hem of his sweater again; gliding across the carpet floor. This time laying limp as a rag doll.

Make him like you, make him like you.

"Crazy Eights should be a good start for you, to warm up a bit," Morris determined, as he dragged Elliot onto a second chair, just as decrepit as his own.

Being upright again after so many hours spend in the horizontal, he had to fight against the black dots dancing around his field of view. His whole body seemed to come back to reality, piece by piece, hands now gaining new feeling and strength. 

Elliot could do this, maybe physical force wasn't the kind of strategy he should have gone for at the start. Struggling to start his line of thought again, his glimpse was stuck on the phone in the thick leather pockets of his now opponent.

Well, he could start with that. His mind started to reel with wild plans to somehow get into possession of Morris' phone, but again, another beating would probably be the price for that kind of audacity.

My phone, he realized through his new-found clarity, I'm missing from today's practice. If I hold out long enough, maybe they can track us down. I just have to buy some time.

Perhaps being obligated to remain level-headed wasn't to his detriment after all.

Morris shuffled the cards quickly, collected and cleaned prior, and started to divide them into two stacks for each player, respectively. He didn't bother to explain the rules again, and Elliot not even dared to ask, too scared of starting another argument.

With the first card turned, Morris laid one in his hand down.

Make him like you, maybe he's fond of pets.

"I have a rabbit at home and-"

"I know, and I don't give a fuck. Your turn."

He forgot to feed Ginkgo, he remembered, digging deep in his mind for information about the previous evening. Fuck, what am I even doing-

"You want the gag?" Annoyed, he looked down at the piece of knotted fabric still hanging around Elliot's neck.

"No!" a quick gasp told him.

"Your turn, then."

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Tavros Crocker, Harry Anderson Egbert, Vrissy Maryam-Lalonde, Vriska Serket

Page 206-207

TAVROS: We appear to be,,, in no uncertain terms,,, completely surrounded,

TAVROS: I don't wish to come across as pessimistic,,, but,

TAVROS: It's hard to see what possibilities we have, for a plan of escape,,,

HARRY: there has to be something we can do!

HARRY: my dad is counting on us to get out of here and meet up with him.

TAVROS: Well,,,

TAVROS: I'm also not wishing to be rude, but,,,,,

VRISSY: It's Ok8y Tavvy, I don't Give A Shit a8out being rude.

VRISSY: Harry, your dad's plan fucking SUCKS.

VRISSY: There's no Easy w8y out of this.

VRISSY: It was simple enough for him to Tell us to escape, 8ut we're the ones th8t Have to 8ctually DO it!

VRISSY: And that advice he gave you?

VRISSY: It was All a load of Meaningless 8ullshit!

VRISSY: "Don't get caught."

VRISSY: Yeah, No Shit!!!!!!!!

HARRY: ok, wow. :/

HARRY: vrissy, i know this is a stressful predicament but i think that's going too far.

HARRY: my dad believes in us.

HARRY: and if he thinks there's something we can do, then there has to be a way!

HARRY: it's the only possibility.

VRISSY: Ok8y, how A8out This for an alternative explan8tion.

VRISSY: Your dad is Giddy and High on the Thrill of Something Interesting h8ppening in his life For Once!

HARRY: i don't believe this.

HARRY: i've been waiting for my dad to start talking to me again for what feels like forever.

HARRY: you KNOW that!

HARRY: and you couldn't just be happy for me this one time?

VRISSY: Oh my GOD Harry 8nderson.

VRISSY: I know you've spent So much Time crying into your d8tenight Popcorn a8out this but Please give it a 8reak!

VRISSY: Just LISTEN to me for once.

VRISSY: This isn't a8out your hangups with your Dad, okay?!

VRISSY: We're in the middle of a WAR.

VRISSY: A War th8t is, in some part, His Fault!

VRISSY: And instead of Taking Responsibility and 8cting like a Grown Up, he decided to Rope us all into this Ins8ne Game he thinks he's pl8ying!

TAVROS: Vrissy,,,, i don't think that's fair,

TAVROS: Uncle john isn't to blame for this,,,

HARRY: yeah, no shit tav.

HARRY: this whole situation is because of YOUR insane hitlermom.

TAVROS: Ok, now,,,

TAVROS: That was uncalled for,,,

VRISSY: Yeah Harry, not cool.

HARRY: oh what, so you're gonna just pretend that his mom *isn't* a literal dictator?

HARRY: he doesn't need you to stick up for him, vrissy! he's fucking loaded!

VRISSY: Harry, all of our families are O8scenely Wealthy.

VRISSY: We're standing in your mom's 8outique living room! You can't exactly pl8y a Privilege Card here!

VRISSY: And Tavros, you don't have to Defend Mister Eg8ert just 8ecause you feel weird a8out him trying to kidnap you that one time.

VRISSY: If 8nything, you should 8e on My Side here!

VRISSY: John's clearly got a Tr8ck Record of doing 8nything for a moment of excitement without thinking of the Consequences.

VRISKA: (Grr........)

VRISSY: And Look wh8t h8ppened!

VRISSY: Remember what he did on Harry's 8irthday that one time?

TAVROS: (I told you that,,, in strictest confidence,,,)

VRISSY: Tavros, he could h8ve Killed you!

VRISSY: Why Else do you think you're such a Wimpy, Traumatized 8a8y?

TAVROS: Ok, that,,, isn't the reason for that,,,

TAVROS: And,

VRISKA: (Grrrrrrrr........)

TAVROS: I feel like your implied, "concern", for my childhood wellbeing,

TAVROS: Is less sincere,,, than it is,,, an attempt to weaponize something difficult for me,

TAVROS: In order that you can win an argument,,, with harry anderson,,,,,

VRISKA: GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: WILL YOU ALL JUST

VRISKA: SHUT!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: UP!!!!!!!!

TAVROS: :O

HARRY: :O

VRISSY: :O

VRISKA: I feel like I'm going fucking insane.

VRISKA: Is it weepy wiggler tantrum hour, or are the three of you always this pathetic????????

VRISKA: No8ody answer that, it was 8ulge-achingly rhetorical.

VRISKA: Just keep quiet for a moment while I insult you some more.

VRISKA: Vrissy, you're cool and all, 8ut I'm getting tired of this teen nonsense.

VRISKA: John's "advice" totally 8lows, 8ut at least he understands what needs to 8e done.

VRISKA: Don't insult my friends. Only I get to do that.

VRISKA: Tavros, stop 8eing such a wimp.

VRISKA: No8ody has time for this pansy clownery!

VRISKA: Do you remem8er what happened to the last clown I had to deal with?

TAVROS: (Gulp,,,)

VRISKA: Yeah, I thought so.

VRISKA: And Harry, listen.

VRISKA: Neither you nor your friends have anything really important going on.

VRISKA: Your lives and your planet are a total 8ore!

VRISKA: 8ut somehow John loves you anyway.

VRISKA: Try and be fucking gr8ful for that every once in a while.

VRISKA: Not everyone is so lucky.

VRISKA: Anyway, forget his advice. John wasn't counting on you to get us out of this.

VRISKA: He was counting on me!

VRISKA: So from now on, everyone just follow my lead and do what I say.

VRISKA: And if that doesn't sound like a good enough deal to you, then...

VRISKA: Just,

VRISKA: Stay out of my way.

HARRY: ...

VRISSY: ...

TAVROS: ,,,

VRISKA: Alright! I'm glad you can at least recognize when a grown-up is talking.

VRISKA: Harry. Go to your room.

HARRY: um... what?

HARRY: no??

HARRY: you're not my mom.

VRISKA: And no8ody is more gr8ful for that fact than me!

VRISKA: You need to arm yourself, stupid.

VRISKA: None of you even have a way to fight!

HARRY: oh.

VRISKA: Here. Take this.

HARRY: what is it?

VRISKA: It's your stupid face is what it is!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: Hahahaha, just kidding. It's a spare strife speci8us.

VRISKA: You wanna prove you'd make it on Alternia?

VRISKA: Take this and go gra8 a weapon.

VRISKA: Meet us 8ack here in a min8.

HARRY: a... what?

VRISKA: A MINUTE, GOD!!!!!!!!

HARRY: alright alright, i'm going.

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #tavros crocker #harry anderson egbert #vrissy maryam lalonde #vriska serket #homestuck^2 act 1 #page 206 #page 207

[acertainmoshke]

@sam-glade @moonluringfrost @writernopal you liked the snippet of Liz's story, so now that I finished it I decided to post the whole scene. TW for (mild) suicidal ideation and yelling at a kid.

Elizabeth Nora Brusk was mature for 12. Everyone said so. Mrs. Anderson from 4-H called her impressive because she always said please and thank you and never backtalked. She was the favorite friend among moms because she never asked for anything and seemed delighted by whatever they offered. Her imagination and quiet attentiveness charmed her teachers. She was the Smart Friend, the Logistics Friend, the girl with her nose in a book who didn't cause any trouble.

Elizabeth Nora Brusk raked her fingernails down her cheeks and shrieked in rage. The anger was red and liquid and too much for her small frame, bubbling up and out of every orifice. Buried hot and small and dense at the bottom was her hatred. No one who shrieked like this until she couldn't breathe, who despised her mother's face, who wished herself dead could also be a good person.

“I hate you!” It came out of her mouth before she could bite it back, and it felt good.

Her mother's face was twisted and ugly with equal rage. “You do, do you? Then tell me, why do I drive you all over town for your activities and meetings? Why did I just spend my weekend taking all your little friends out into the blooming cold woods? Why am I even here, if you don't want any of it?”

Liz's breath was gasping. She could feel her limbs changing, becoming clumsy and loose in another dizzy spell. Everything was starting to look like a washed-out photo, too pale. She wished it wasn’t far too late to reach out for a hug and say sorry.

Her mother was still talking. “You think I wanted to give up my career and never see my friends so I could ferry you around town between soccer and 4-H and robotics? You think it was my dream to nag you about homework or plan middle school events when I could be sewing, going to shows, sitting on the damn couch eating bonbons?”

The red-hot anger boiled over, spilling all over the grubby kitchen tiles. The fresh scratches on her cheeks burned. “Fine! I'll run away then!” She didn't mean it. She never meant it, but words were the closest thing to power she had. “As soon as Halloween is over I'll run away!”

A door slammed open across the house. Liz's mouth clicked shut. The red anger was suddenly replaced with something tingly and cold.

She forgot he was home.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Her father should have been a silly sight, big and fat and harry in nothing but fuzzy penguin pajama pants and white socks.

There was nothing silly about his scowl or the thunderous voice that boomed from under his mustache.

“Why wait?”

Her brain couldn't figure out what he meant. She sat unmoving and silent.

“I said, why wait? Get out. NOW!” His voice shook the small house down to its foundation.

Liz darted to her feet and stumbled across the kitchen and living room. She was careful not to look at Leo huddled under his blankets. This wasn’t his fault—just another way she ruined everything.

Her mind was racing. She had books and dolls and toy horses. How much could she carry on her own? Her journal would have to come, and Lacey, even though she didn't play much with baby dolls anymore. Did she have a bag to stuff with books? It was late afternoon, where would she sleep tonight?

“GET YOUR COAT AND GET OUT!!” He bellowed behind her.

Heart racing, she grabbed the hand-me-down orange coat she loved so much and ran outside without bothering to reach for shoes.

The front patio was cold, but Liz didn't care. In that moment, nothing at all mattered because her father didn't want her. He was inside right now deciding how best to get rid of her. She hoped he would let her go back for her stuff at least. Maybe spend the night. It was getting dark already and she was so tired her whole body felt heavy. Hot, slimy tears drenched her cheeks. She didn't care who saw her now as she threw herself into a patio chair, pulled her legs up, and continued sobbing.

For a long moment, Liz wished she could stop existing. Wished she was strong enough to die.

But, inevitably, practicality resurfaced, just as being miserable started to get boring. She knew when the downtown churches gave out free lunches and dinners. She could spend all day at the library computers with the homeless guys, where it was cold in summer and warm in winter. She had no idea where to sleep, but she would figure that out. She read enough adventure books. Maybe she could hide until the library closed and stay there among the books all night? What about Leo, though? He was too little to come and he never did what she said, but she couldn't leave him. And what about—

Warm inside light cut through the dusky twilight, streaming off the porch and onto the street.

“Come on!” Her father was wearing a shirt now, but still scowling.

“Yes, Papa!” Relief rushed through her. Whatever happened later, she was about to be warm again.

Her feet tingled on the wood floor. Her mother was bent over the kitchen table, shoulders shaking. She didn't look mean and ugly now, just sad. The hatred under her anger cracked open and guilt floated up, filling her and pushing everything else away.

“Mama…”

“No.” Papa's voice was a knife edge. “Sit down!”

Afraid to venture any farther into the house and make a wrong move she didn't see coming, Liz sat on the floor. For this to be accomplished, she had to push several coupons, a handful of Legos, and Leo's teddy bear back into the pile of things that filled the room. Small as she was, Liz filled the one walkway through the house.

She watched the patterns of shadow cast by the uneven piles of boxes and loose items on what little floor she could see. It didn’t make the guilt or fear go away, but it kept her from crying again.

“Would you look at me?”

She forced her eyes up. Not quite to meet Papa’s, but no one seemed to complain if she stared at his nose. It still took more focusing than just looking away and listening.

“Thank you. Geez.” He took a deep breath and his voice got louder. “Would you mind telling me what the hell is wrong with you?”

She didn’t have an answer, at least not one that wouldn’t sound like a pointless excuse: Mama wouldn’t stop reminding her about all the homework she had left and it made her insides boil because it was too much. Too much what she had no idea, but it made her snap and act like a bratty little kid. She didn't fully remember why she had been so very upset.

But that didn’t matter, not even a little, because the point was that she was a disrespectful, horrible little child who didn’t deserve the life she had.

“I’m sorry,” it was little more than a whisper.

“Uh-huh, that’s nice. Do you know how you made your mother feel?”

Liz risked a glance at Mama, who was watching them both with equal wariness.

"Yes, Papa."

“And how’s that?”

Liz tried to form her words carefully, to find the right answer, but Papa was tapping his foot impatiently. “Hurt because I was disrespectful.” Too simple, probably, but the truth.

To her relief, he accepted it without need for further detail. “There will be no Halloween for you. Go to bed. I’m done looking at you.”

Liz decided not to point out that it wasn’t even 7:00 yet or that they hadn’t had dinner. She didn’t dare try to take her jammies all the way to the bathroom to change. She didn’t have enough emotion left to care that she wouldn’t get to dress up and trick-or-treat next week. She did notice a hint of relief that he hadn’t felt like lecturing her tonight. Because then she would have cried again, which always made him madder, and then it would turn into a whole thing that would last until midnight…

As fast and quiet as she could, Liz scrambled up the foot of the white bunk bed, crawling over her pile of stuffed animals and books to hide under the covers. She listened as Papa turned away like she wasn’t there, but his voice was still stiff and tight as he asked Mama about dinner. As soon as they went into the other room she reached behind the books on the top shelf for her soft black journal and mechanical pencil.

#moshke writes

[annemariewrites]

List of all the books I’ve read

just wanted to keep a list of what I’ve read throughout my life (that I can remember)

Fiction:

“The Outsiders,” SE Hinton

“The Weirdo,” Theodore Taylor

“The Devil’s Arithmetic,” Jane Yolen

“Julie of the Wolves series,” Jean Craighead George

“Soft Rain,” Cornelia Cornelissen

“Island of the Blue Dolphins,” Scott O’Dell

“The Twilight series,” Stephanie Mayer

“To Kill a Mockingbird,” Harper Lee

“Gamer Girl,” Mari Mancusi

“Redwall / Mossflower / Mattimeo / Mariel of Redwall,” Brian Jacques

“1984,” and  “Animal Farm,” George Orwell

“Killing Mr. Griffin,” Lois Duncan

“Huckleberry Finn,” Mark Twain

“Rainbow’s End,” Irene Hannon

“Cold Mountain,” Charles Frazier

“Between Shades of Gray,” Ruta Sepetys

“Great Short Works of Edgar Allan Poe,” Edgar Allen Poe

“Lord of the Flies,” William Golding

“The Great Gatsby,” F Scott Fitzgerald

“The Harry Potter series,” JK Rowling

“The Fault in Our Stars,” “Looking for Alaska,” and “Paper Towns,” John Green

“Thirteen Reasons Why,” Jay Asher

“The Hunger Games series,” Suzanne Collins

“The Perks of Being a Wallflower,” Stephen Chbosky

“Fifty Shades of Grey,” EL James

“Speak,” and “Wintergirls,” Laurie Halse Anderson

“The Handmaid’s Tale,” Margaret Atwood

“Mama Day,” Gloria Naylor

“Jane Eyre,” Charlotte Bronte

“Wide Sargasso Sea,” Jean Rhys

“The Haunting of Hill House,” Shirley Jackson

“The Chosen,” Chaim Potok

“Leaves of Grass,” Walt Whitman

“Till We Have Faces,” CS Lewis

“One Foot in Eden,” Ron Rash

“Jim the Boy,” Tony Earley

“The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox,” Maggie O’Farrell

“A Land More Kind Than Home,” Wiley Cash

“A Parchment of Leaves,” Silas House

“Beowulf,” Seamus Heaney

“The Silence of the Lambs / Red Dragon / Hannibal / Hannibal Rinsing,” Thomas Harris

“Cry the Beloved Country,” Alan Paton

“Moby Dick,” Herman Melville

“The Hobbit / The Lord of the Rings trilogy / The Silmarillion,” JRR Tolkien

“Beren and Luthien,” JRR Tolkien, edited by Christopher Tolkien

“Children of Blood and Bone / Children of Virtue and Vengeance,” Tomi Adeyemi

“Soundless,” Richelle Mead

“The Girl with the Louding Voice,” Abi Dare

“A Song of Ice and Fire series / Fire and Blood,” GRR Martin

“A Separate Peace,” John Knowles

“The Bluest Eye,” and “Beloved,” Toni Morrison

“Brave New World,” Aldous Huxley

“The Giver / Gathering Blue / Messenger / Son,” Lois Lowry

“The Ivory Carver trilogy,” Sue Harrison

“The Grapes of Wrath,” and “Of Mice and Men,” John Steinbeck

“The God of Small Things,” Arundhati Roy

“Fahrenheit 451,” Ray Bradbury

“The Night Circus,” Erin Morgenstern

“Sunflower Dog,” Kevin Winchester

“The Catcher in the Rye,” JD Salinger

“The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian,” Sherman Alexie

“The Good Girl,” Mary Kubica 

“The Last Unicorn,” Peter S Beagle

“Slaughterhouse Five,” Kurt Vonnegut Jr

“The Joy Luck Club,” Amy Tan

“The Sworn Virgin,” Kristopher Dukes

“The Color Purple,” Alice Walker

“Their Eyes Were Watching God,” Zora Neale Hurston

“The Light Between Oceans,” ML Stedman

“Yellowface,” RF Kuang

“A Flicker in the Dark,” Stacy Willingham

“One Piece Novel: Ace’s Story,” Sho Hinata

Non-fiction:

“Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl,” Anne Frank

“Night,” Elie Wiesel

“Invisible Sisters,” Jessica Handler

“I Am Malala,” Malala Yousafzai

“The Interesting Narrative,” Olaudah Equiano

“The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks,” Rebecca Skloot

“Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl,” Harriet Jacobs

“The Princess Diarist,” Carrie Fisher

“Adulting: How to Become a Grown Up in 468 Easy(ish) Steps,” Kelly Williams Brown

“How to Win Friends and Influence People,” Dale Carnegie

“Carrie Fisher: a Life on the Edge,” Sheila Weller

“Make ‘Em Laugh,” Debbie Reynolds and Dorian Hannaway

“How to be an Anti-Racist,” Ibram X Kendi

“Maus,” Art Spiegelman

“I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” Maya Angelou

“Wise Gals: the Spies Who Built the CIA and Changed the Future of Espionage,” Nathalia Holt

“Persepolis,” and “Persepolis II,” Marjane Satrapi

“How to Write a Novel,” Manuel Komroff

“The Nazi Genocide of the Roma,” Anton Weiss-Wendt

“Children of the Flames: Dr. Josef Mengele and the Untold Story of the Twins of Auschwitz,” Lucette Matalon Lagnado and Sheila Cohn Dekel

#books #some of these I read for school assignments and some I read of my own volition #some I read when I was a young teenager many years ago and some I read just this past month #somewhat in order of which I read them #some of these I have read more than once #for the record I work at a library which is how I'm able to access so many books #support your local library #also just because I read these books doesn't necessarily mean that I would recommend all of them to just anyone #don't come at me for reading 'problematic' books please #I was an english major in college and didn't get to choose a lot of what I read #but even the ones I was forced to read I'm glad that I read them #I don't really regret reading any of these; even the one's that I didn't like #I will add to the list whenever I finish a book #annemariereads

[theblogtini]

recap from 60 minutes part 1:

-opens with the funeral scene — Harry smirks at the balding — cooper says this is cutting and Harry says he doesn’t see as cutting and doesn’t intend to hurt his family

-Harry confirms they lived separate lives since Diana died

Harry says he never spoke about the death of his mother with his father or brother bc he thought it wasn’t therapeutic

Talks about Diana’s death and the lack of emotion

goes over the walk behind Diana’s funeral and how quiet it was

first time Harry cried about moms death and didn’t believe she was dead

talks about the police report of the accident and how it was the paps fault she died

talks about the tunnel passage and plowing into a pillar

talks about he and William to reopen the inquest and he unlike in Bradby says he doesn’t have all the answers and mulls over reopening the inquest

army giving him sense of purpose and far more charming in this interview bc Anderson not pushing him at all

says he was fighting himself and had a huge amount of frustration and blame for British press

admits to drinking heavily and drugged

constantly trying to find a way to cry he couldn’t even watching videos of his mom

went to therapy and doing psychadelics and cleared the misery of loss and idea that he didn’t need to cry to miss her

Heavy stuff. And sad.

[malue-505]

Appearance

Basic Info

Title: The Pacifier

Other Aliases: Unknown Babysitter, The Feminine Shadow

Real Name: Sydney Alexandria McQuoid

Species: Human

Gender: Female (Cis)

Age: 25

Birthday: March 3rd

Sexuality: Heteromantic Demisexual

Personality: Sly, Delusional, Motherly, Childish at times and a bit arrogant.

Height: 5ft 9in

Side/Affiliation: (Will later on be revealed)

Relationships Info

Relationship Status: Taken by BlackJack, her boyfriend (An OC of mine)

Known Family:

Mathew McQuoid (Father, Alive)

Venessa McQuoid (Mother, Alive)

Heather McQuoid (Daughter, Deceased)

Mary Anderson (Aunt, Alive)

Julia Svensson (Aunt, Alive)

Chloe Anderson (Cousin, Alive)

Harry Anderson (Cousin, Alive)

Viktor Svensson (Cousin, Alive)

Friends: (Will later on be revealed)

Enemies: (Will later on be revealed)

Killer Info

Weapons: Scissors (If she doesn’t have them currently she’ll make due with whatever is around her)

Strengths: Athleticism (She has a bit more stamina and is quite flexible) and stealth

Weaknesses: Any normal human weaknesses (Being stabbed, being shot, pain, etc.)

Catchphrase: “Cat got your tongue?”

Activity: She exclusively becomes active at night and is close to never come out at day.

Killer Signature: Tongueless babies, toddlers and children accompanied with a handwritten note.

Who does she kill?

She doesn’t really kill, though what she does to her victims might end up killing them afterwords. Her victims are usually babies, toddlers and children up to the age of 6. She does not kill teenagers and adults because, due to her past, she feels like she can sympathize with them. That does not mean she wouldn’t kill for self defense however.

What does she do to her victims?

She first sneaks around a neighborhood and pears through windows to see if the household has any young children. Once she is sure, she will break in when all the residents are asleep and sing lullabies to their children. However, if the victim begins to cry/show signs of not trusting her when she’s “nurturing” them, she will use her scissors to cut off their tongues as a way to “silence” or to punish them. She will also occasionally leave a note behind for the parents warning them to properly take care of their children.

What is her motivation?

Most of this is explained in her origin story but for short: since she’s a former mother, she feels as though she was given the right to judge if a child is misbehaving and if the parents are at fault. She basically acts like an entitled parent.

Origin Story

(Summarized version)

Sydney’s parents were always busy working at their university so they never had the time to fully raise her, the nannies that they hired did that responsibility for them instead. During high school, she was a cheerleader thus making her popular and eventually gaining a boyfriend, in which he has gotten her pregnant leaving Sydney to find out at the day of her senior graduation.

He had left her after hearing the news therefore leaving her to raise their child on her own. Throughout most of her early adulthood, Sydney had become devoted to taking care of Heather by working several jobs, making her sacrifice her own wellbeing. On Halloween night, she was then tricked by Laughing Jack into accidentally killing her daughter.

Ever after doing something horrendous, she actually felt liberated from overworking herself. She made up a new alter ego for herself: The Pacifier, the woman who mercies the good children while punishing the bad ones who don’t enjoy her motherly presence.

Extra Info

Likes: Cats, singing lullabies, baking and children who behave.

Dislikes: Messes, being in broad daylight, crowds of people and misbehaving children.

Trivia:

She sometimes collects the tongues to add to the collection she has, it’s not uncommon for her to leave the tongue behind.

Her mask was originally made for her daughter for Halloween as part of a black cat costume.

Her parents own and run a university called “McQuoid Institution.”

She regularly exercises whenever she isn’t out stalking.

She has an odd fascination with baby dolls and sometimes steals them from victims.

She hates messes, especially messy crime scenes and will very often clean up after herself.

The necklace she currently wears is from her daughter since they used to wear matching necklaces.

Her ancestry is Swedish and Indian however she is not connected to either of her cultures due to her parents not raising her.

If she met Laughing Jack knowing that he was the one that he was the one that tricked her into killing Heather, she would actually be grateful and thank him considering that he was the one that helped liberate her from her stressful lifestyle, albeit indirectly. (This is purely hypothetical since they will never cross paths again, this is not canon to Laughing Jack)

Theme Songs

(More will be added)

Milk and Cookies - Melanie Martinez

Come Little Children - Hocus Pocus

- Malue <3

#creepypasta #creepypasta au #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta oc #creepypasta headcanon

[antebellumite]

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: and the rest around my heart

Author/Artist Name: antebellumite/unitaryexectheory

Fandom: Pundit & Broadcast Journalist RPF ( US ) [ specifically CNN ]

Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Harry Enten, Jake Tapper, Dana Bash, Wolf Blitzer, John King

Bingo Squares Being Filled: H5- Debate, A1- Applesauce, N5- Heirloom Recipes, U1- Latkes, K5- Noshing, K3- Free: Alternate Hanukkah Spelling, A3- Shalom, H2- Judah Maccabee

Rating: Warning(s): None

Link to Work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52242136

December 2, 2018

The first CNN Hanuqa ( CNNuqa? ) Harry Enten spent in his new job seemed, upon entering, to involve a significantly smaller amount of afterpartying than he’d expected. 

It wasn't even- he checked his phone- midnight. The white numbers blaring 10:44 PM shone up at him.  Enten blinked. He turned off the phone, and looked back up, where somehow, only a few of the anchors were still here-- John, Dana, and Anderson sitting on the couch, Jake sitting by the table, and Wolf leaning against the doorway. 

You'd think the bulk of the reporters here would last until at least 2:00 AM, Harry figured, but he supposed it was just his New York sensibilities talking. His fault for faulty assumptions, he supposed.

" Shalom." Harry waved. " Sorry, I seem to late."

" Shalom," John, Jake, and Wolf offered back. Anderson gave him a wave.

" No problem." Dana said.  She got up. " There's still some food that needs to be taken out- I think we still have latkes to-"

" No, it's fine-"

" Yeah, we still have latkes." Anderson confirmed, and Harry had not realized that he had already gotten out of his seat, took out a plate from the kitchen, and plopped it into Harry's hands.

Wow, they smelled good. And warm. 

" Huh, thanks." Harry said. " These aren't storebought." 

" I know, I was shocked that wolves could cook too." Dana agreed. " Do you want any more?" 

Harry frowned, confused. Wolf waved.

" No, six is enough." Harry finalized. " Thanks." 

He checked for something to say in the silence. At last, Harry placed down his plate, and pulled out a chair on the opposite side of Jake Tapper. 

“ Can you imagine," Harry asked, for the sake of conversation, after he'd settled into the wooden seat,  "if Hanuqa ever fell during election season?"   

The new CNN Senior Political Analyst ( no trademark, unfortunately ) wasn't sure what he was expecting when he offered up the question, but he did feel a moderate amount of surprise when all five of the anchors began to double over.

Wolf gave a stiff cough. Anderson furrowed his eyebrows, before a look of sudden horror seemed to sink itself into his expression. Dana chewed her lip, and then proceeded to press her hand against her eyes. From where John was, a latke was unceremoniously murdered by a fork.

Before Harry Enten could comprehend it, Jake Tapper bowled himself over, and slammed his head against the table.

" Please don't make me." he pleaded with abrupt demand. A phone was suddenly jabbed accusingly at Harry's face. Jake rubbed the space between his eyebrows in desperation, lines on his face sinking in with weariness. " Do you know, if that ever happened, my hand would be so fucked up with carpal tunnel-" 

John gave a heavy nod at that.

" Everyone's hand would be messed from carpal tunnel--" 

" --  I might as well just light all my fingers on fire minus one, and not only would that be less painful, I'd also be happier to do it." 

Anderson and John echoed Jake's words alongside him, Tapper's forehead collapsing again with a thud. 

Harry frowned. He stabbed his food, and promptly ate it.

" ...Would it be that bad?" Harry asked, his voice as light as possible. He chewed the chunk of the cheese latke that he'd just covered with ketchup, and gently placed the bottle next to Jake's seemingly comatose form. He glanced at the others.  

" It wouldn't be the worst," Dana remarked, clear blue eyes looking at Harry.  " You could take comfort, it's not like election day is that different from the end result of that formed the Hasmoneans."

Wolf turned his neck to look at her as she got up to exit to the other room, returning moments later with just-made potato dumplings. 

"...Did you mean to say there's a connection between the Maccabees' overthrowing of a Greek dynasty and a democratic transition of power from one office-holder to another?"  Wolf inquired as she walked back.

Dana looked at Wolf as she sat down, placing the basket onto the table.  " It's a metaphor." she said. " About the importance of advocating for rights and freedoms under a government that might not have your interests at heart.”

 " Couldn’t it also be a moral lesson about stopping a revolt that threatens to topple democracy?”

Dana shrugged, the- not tater tots- were freshly made. Harry felt himself get hungry again from smelling the heavy aroma of the food. They were pale gold in the basket. 

“ I’m sure there is one person in the White House who sees it like that.” Dana popped the food into her mouth, chewing. She looked at John. " Want one? Last batch."

“ There’s probably an op-ed for that already,” Harry pulled out his phone, swiping past to his notes. “ Any other parallels we’re drawing here?” 

“ Something about unification, if you’re willing to do a parallel of two-parties, two-kingdoms."

" The implications of that statement..." 

“Debate is a Hanuqa tradition."

" Only if every day was Hanuqa." 

“ Interviews aren’t meant to be debates— do you mean panel discussions?” John offered. Jake's latkes had to be cold by now, but he was still eating them. A true sign of bravery.

“ You’re right, interviews dissolve into arguing, not constructive dialogue." Jake agreed through a mouthful. " Is there any way to get some good old fashioned civil conversation nowadays on the news?”

The man promptly removed the ketchup bottle that Harry had given him from the vicinity of the table. 

" Do you mean moderating?" Anderson offered. He stared at the potato dumplings in a basket where Dana brought them in. Harry noticed that the basket had the CNN logo on it.

“ Or press conferences?” Dana offered. She gave the basket over to Anderson. Everything had the CNN logo on it in CNN.

" Or Town hall?" Harry offered, providing Jake with sour cream instead. He was starting to worry that even he was inevitably going to have that logo on him.

" Shlishkes,” Wolf took one. “ Jake, you host your own program, but we see your point." 

" The point is,” Jake said, “Hanuqa is supposed to be enjoyable. No one can enjoy it if there's elections, democracy, and unreasonable conspiracies to be worried about." 

Honestly, Harry figured that doing that would be pretty enjoyable for at least approximately one person, himself included. Anderson passed the basket over too Jake, who immediately shoved it aside for Harry to look at. 

" I'm pretty sure Judah Maccabbee wasn't enjoying it either when he was bunkering down." Dana said. She grinned. " It's definitely a metaphor."

" About the never-ending struggle for truth and change in the world?" John asked. 

Harry plucked one out, and split the dough in half. It melted warm in his mouth, saltish. Savory. Chewy, kind of a crunchy texture. He ate another. 

" About how the struggle for change requires constant attentiveness to not give into pressure, as well as how miracles can come from the oddest places. " Dana agreed, solemn.

Harry raised an eyebrow as Jake pushed away his polite offer of cranberry. He continued to stuff his face the shlishkes. He offered the basket back to Jake with a want one? expression, but Jake looked focused on the other anchors.

" What would you choose to do if election day ever did coincide with Hanuqa?" the man asked.

" Probably stay and do my democratic duty." Dana acknowledged after a moment of contemplation. " Wolf, you would do that too, right?"   

She looked at Wolf, who, to add another credit to his many already in place, agreed instantly.

" Of course-- I'd hate to leave Anderson the burden to be the sole reporter for everything. Besides, it would just be one election cycle." 

Anderson hummed. " Thanks, Wolf. But what if it was every election cycle?"

Wolf looked pained.

 " John, how about you?"  

John squinted his eyes.

" That might actually be the hardest question I've ever faced. Can I please come back to it in ten minutes?" he questioned.

" That would be acceptable." Wolf agreed.

" It'd depend on the situation." 

" That was fast.”  

" Well it's not like I can just leave if the election was like-- 2016." John argued, looking at Harry. " I'd be worried sick and guilty--  Harry, are you eating all that." 

Harry popped one last nugget between his lips, and scooted himself out, slipping the basket to John from over the couch. The other reporters on the couches frowned, the glasses on Wolf's face lowering. Dana's eyebrows knitted together.

" I'd send you updates." Anderson and Wolf and Dana said in unison. 

" Please don't-- thanks--"

" You're welcome."

"-- that'd just make me feel guiltier. Besides, I get locked in the map for the better half of the election season anyways."

Anderson cocked his head. " By the way, Dana, what recipe did you use for these?" 

" Family recipe," Dana answered, pride tinting her voice. " Not too different from any other you'll find, there's just more salt, less oil- I actually forget the recipes of food the second after I make them, I'll send you a screenshot."

Harry turned back to Jake.

" How about you?" Harry asked, shaking the other from his thoughts. " On the hypothetical possibility that we won't ever, in God’s infinite kindness, face?"

" Oh,  fuck." 

Jake heaved, giving  a heavy, heavy, sigh. His eyes looked up to the ceiling, before hitting back at Harry. " You know-- if I ate anything of substance after 96 hours of sleeplessness, Red Bull, and cocaine, my body would actually fucking kill me?" 

" Cheers ," Wolf, Anderson, Dana, and John echoed in an instant. Jake shook his head, a loose smile breaking out over his face. Dark eyes shone. 

“ The best comfort I can find is it’d be something we’d only suffer through once in our lifetimes, at least.” he said to Harry. 

Enten pointed out. “ If the Maccabees launched their revolution earlier, we could easily be celebrating Hanukkah entirely inside early November. Maybe October."

“ No.”

He held up his hands in surrender, sitting himself back down into his seat.

Jake reached over to pick a bottle of applesauce from the collection of bottles.  Harry watched as he slathered it over his latkes.

" Something up?" Jake asked, his eyes bright as he looked over at Harry.  The golden-brown latkes, their end strands slightly burnt, drowned on Jake’s plate. Weren't they cold by now? Harry could understand applesauce, just a bit, but surely no one could like that enough to justify eating it on not-warm latkes.

" It's not really my place to judge.” Harry admitted, hopefully speaking not just as a colleague who was very respectful of Jake Tapper’s food preferences, but also as someone who routinely ate Popeyes takeout combined with diet cream soda and root beer. “ I’m sure it tastes great.” 

Jake stared at him for a moment longer than needed, pouring way too much applesauce onto his latkes. A lopsided grin fixed itself into his features.

“ You know, you kind of look like Jim,” he said, complimentarily. Harry frowned.

" Who?"

" Mr. Acosta, you've seen him."

“ Hm, kind of." Harry agreed. " Eyebrows, I bet. Thank you.” 

#hanukkahbingo #misc #fic #cnn #harry enten #jake tapper #dana bash #wolf blitzer #john king #anderson cooper #is in here too

[brishu]

Atsa My Band

I’m never sure of anything. Ever. Even at moments when I can fake certainty with a convincing degree of fake authenticity, the doubts are roaring. And justifiably so, because I am always a hairsbreadth from irrevocably fucking up. Not exaggerating. My relationships, my job, my health, all surrounded by a tension that keeps mounting until I finally succumb to one of the myriad absurd impulses harrying me while trying to blend in to polite society. The tension intensifies until stumbling offers more relief than staying the course, like deviation is inevitable. Say something rude. Argue a meaningless point. Treat something important dismissively and something trivial like it’s vital. Imagine grossly intimate activities with that person over there. So when I say that the people in my life who put up with me are saints, that ain’t hyperbole. Sometimes (always), I worry that the gratitude I feel toward friends and family, and the self-loathing implicit in that gratitude, is so exhausting that I’m actually urging them to recognize how much nicer their lives would be if they never had to deal with my infuriating mix of passive aggressive self-effacement and utterly unfounded arrogance, all wrapped up in a constant appeal for sympathy. I wouldn’t begrudge any of them the sudden realization that life is too short for my special brand of bullshit. And I know that’s probably just fear dressed up like sympathy to stave off its fulfillment, but whatever. The point is that, while I love my friends and family, for the good of everybody, I need large doses of solitude. But not silence. 

Like Peter and the Wolf’s anthropomorphically symbolic instrumentation, dynamic music can have metaphysical qualities, elevating rhythm, melody and harmony into a coherent, affirming message, something both resembling and removed from life’s more atonal, discordant realities. A good band takes you for a real ride, and NRBQ is a great band. Listen closely to their music and your reward will be bliss.

The similarities between NRBQ fans and XXX moviegoers are uncomfortably strong. We’re usually middle aged men. Raincoat or not, we aren’t dressed well and our hair is a mess, which is not our fault because how are we supposed to control our own hairlines? We often go to our shows alone. And we derive immense pleasure from something that most folks just don’t appreciate. I am aware of a community of NRBQ fans who have bonded over the years and are all happy to see each other. I’ve even met a few and they are lovely people. But then there are the fans like me, who prefer an unadulterated musical experience, pro-sonic, anti-social. And if they’re really like me, they’re ashamed of it, knowing that the worries about all the ways an interaction could go awry are indicative of much deeper flaws. If we were emotionally healthier, we’d happily get down with other audience members instead of grabbing as much space as we can find to dance goofily by ourselves. But our worries are real, though at least they’re quieter when the music is really sending me, which honest NRBQ does, honest they do, honest they do, whooaaaooaaaoh. Yeah, they played that too, and it was great.

First time I saw NRBQ live was in 1995 at the Cat’s Cradle in Chapel Hill, NC, a year after they’d released a 25 year retrospective called Peek-A-Boo, and also a year after the departure of their lead guitarist, Big Al Anderson, who moved to Nashville to write songs (and gain significantly more financial security than his former bandmates, one of whom recently needed a fundraiser for medical expenses). At the time I played electric piano for a band called The Spirits of Deviation and had gotten to know a few musicians around town. Chip, the drummer from a band called the Two Dollar Pistols who rented the same practice space as us, saw me at the show, slapped me on the back, handed me a beer and said, “This is the best band in the world.” The jovial certainty of Chip’s pronouncement made an impression, but not as deeply as the band did. Of course, I was mesmerized by Terry Adams, who still plays piano like Thelonious Monk, Jerry Lee Lewis and Chico Marx, all while conducting the show as both teacher and class clown. Also, midsong, the late Tom Ardolino, tossed one of his drumsticks to the bass player, Joey Spampinato, who, Jack Burton-style, caught it and threw it right back without anybody missing a beat. These guys were doing a highwire routine where, instead of fearing an inevitable fall, they kept adding more risk to the act, getting wobblier and wobblier, but never losing their balance. Near the end of the show, an older, almost angry man started clapping his hands and shaking the dust off his boots, shouting that he had seen music all over the world and it didn’t get no better than this! At the time, I was struck by his sincerity, even if I didn’t really understand what lent his whooping a note of desperation. But years later, I thought that maybe he really wanted to cut loose, but couldn’t quite get there without a little more reinforcement from the his neighbors in the audience. He needed the college kids hearing the same music as him to tell him he wasn’t crazy, that this really was the best goddamn Rock ‘n Roll you could ever hope to hear, but nobody really gave it to him. I wish I could buy that guy a drink because he was absolutely right, and we all shoulda partied harder to celebrate how lucky we were to see that band perform one stunning musical feat after another.

Since that night, I’ve seen the Q in Philadelphia, Atlanta, Hoboken, 3 different venues in Manhattan and 3 more in Brooklyn, and every time there are a few longtime devotees and a few newbies who come in voluntarily to see what the sparse but passionate fuss is about. The crowd is never large, but whoever shows up gets treated to the real fucking deal. These guys may not be in it for the money, but they sure do mean business. And to me, seeing commitment that deep for commercial rewards that paltry is one of the most beautiful things available in our culture. A noble stand. 

In 2004, Terry Adams was diagnosed with throat cancer, and the band stopped performing while he focussed on healing. In 2008, the Joey Spampinato left the band, along with his brother Johnny who had replaced Big Al, and Tommy, whose health was in decline. Terry had formed a new band called Terry Adams’ Rock & Roll Quartet, but in 2011, the TARRQ became NRBQ. The current lineup, with Jon Perrin on drums, Casey McDonough on bass and Scott Ligon on guitar, has been playing together for more than 10 years now, and I would argue they actually surpass their predecessors.

I caught ‘em again on Friday night at the Paramount Hudson Valley Theater in Peekskill, NY and it reaffirmed and even bolstered my admiration for the band. Before the show, I went to a Mexican restaurant and sat next to a guy I had seen 5 minutes earlier at the box office. Somehow, I mistook recognizing him for greater kinship than we shared, and talked to him like a superfan for about 20 minutes before he told me that, rather than traveling a great distance to see his beloved Q, he was a seasonal subscriber with a distant familiarity with tonight’s act. I tried to make it seem like this information was integrating itself seamlessly into a friendly back and forth conversation about topics of mutual fluency, but in my embarrassment, I nodded a little too agreeably when he said, “There’s somethin’ you don’t see everyday. Pink rugby uniforms!” I wasn’t interested in pretending Jim (not his name) and I were manlier than rugby players, but he wanted to seem funny, I’d give up a mini-guffaw for the cause. I’d blown any chance I had to be seen with any complexity when I uninvitedly yammered on about the Q song that SpongeBob covered, and now I felt like things between Jim and me would pass most pleasantly if I dumbed down considerably while still acting like the things he said were interesting, which was a check I wasn’t sure I could cash. Obviously there are social strategies that do not attribute unintentional oppression to one’s interlocutor, but I needed a reason to enforce distance with Jim that wasn’t completely fueled by my own embarrassment. I wanted this interaction to be over, and even wished I’d picked one of the three other Mexican restaurants I’d seen in a two block perimeter around the theater (also, their hottest hot sauce was not very hot). But I didn’t want Jim to feel like he was being soured on, so I kept smiling and nodding and saying something inane every few minutes just to make the coversation feel two-way, feeling increasingly apologetic as the feelings I was displaying grew increasingly counterfeit. “We’re all God’s children,” I kept telling myself. Finally he hopped off his barstool and said, “OK, good meeting you,” and I was relieved to see that he hadn’t remembered my name. I wasn’t there to make friends. 

The theater held over 1,000. I think maybe 200 people showed up, most of them subscribers like Jim. I wondered what the folks who’d never heard of NRBQ thought. I’d like to think they loved the music and weren’t turned off by the middle aged loners in the rear orchestra, flailing arthritically to some approximation of the beat. None of us look like we’re really in on some divine secret, and, since none of the people we’ve dragged before to experience this abiding source of joy ever come back, it seems like we’ve all been blown there by forces that other people subdue. It’s not that I think you have to be a weirdo to love NRBQ, just that whatever peace stronger or more successful people find is less reliant on music than mine is. Maybe if I hadn’t been driving, I would have gotten drunk enough to harangue the audience a bit, like my buddy did back in 1995. 

Jim pierced my little bubble late in the show and said, “I’ve definitely seen less talent in bigger arenas!” and, while I was glad that he appreciated the band, I also perceived that he thought validating my love for the band was some kind of good will gesture. But again, I did mistakenly geek out on the guy 3 hours earlier. So I patted him on the shoulder and nodded, hoping he’d go away so I could go back to listening without feeling too misanthropic about it. Like I was hoarding a drug. Not proud of it. On the other hand, if that’s my self-medication, I could be doing worse. 

 As the band came out for an encore, a group of women who looked like they’d been trying to show each other pictures of their grandchildren if they could only figure out what their oldest daughters did to their phones approached the stage. One of them said, “Terry! 1976!” Terry Adams looked at her, smiled and said, “Oh, I remember.” And I have to believe it’s memories like those that help a band that’s been touring for decades give a half-empty barn one of the best performances I’ve ever seen. No hyperbole. 

#NRBQ #Terry Adams #Scott Ligon #Casey McDonough #Jon Perrin #Pete Donelley #clem

[gayness-and-mayhem]

I have the whole Mamma Mia! soundtrack stuck in my head all at once.

I want to say I don't know how to feel, but I can't pretend it's not beautiful.

#Mamma Mia! #Donna Sheridan #Meryl Streep #Sophie Sheridan #Amanda Seyfried #Sam Carmichael #Pierce Brosnan #Bill Anderson #Stellan Skarsgard #Harry Bright #Headbanger #Colin Firth #It's so gay #but especially Harry #and me #ugh #it's not my fault that all I want to do on Christmas day is watch gay films and sleep! #It's Colin Firth's fault #Happy Christmas everyone

[ezgithechaotic]

The Parent Trap | Chapter Four; a stroke of (bad) luck

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap,  dad!harry

series summary:  Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary; Y\N gets interesting news, Harry loses something he cares a lot.

author note; I’ve been dealing with my university application for a long time so I haven’t had the chance to write anything lately. And I know it’s pretty short, I promise it will get longer in the next chapters. It’s been a while but here we are.

I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. My askbox is always open if you want to talk. Please leave a comment about what you think, love you.  

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The Parent Trap Masterlist

It had been a week since Edward left for camp, and Y\N lost herself to work. Despite Nate's tries, Y\N rarely left her study room. All she did was to answer e-mails and design new clothes. Whenever she stopped working, her mind was starting to operate like a mad woman's.  As if worrying about Edward wasn't enough, she had been thinking about Harry non-stop too. She had tried to stay away from the thought of him for a long time, but lately, it seemed like an impossible thing to do. She was thinking about him before going to bed, as she was eating, drinking. The only thing that kept her mind away from Harry was working. 

As she waited for her team, laying on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, Y\N's mind started to work like mad, again. It was the first time in a week that she let herself breathe, but allowing herself to do that only felt like torturing. It's been nearly nine years, but he still had this power over her that she hated. 

As she laid in the sun with her sunglasses on and her eyes closed, she could feel her body and the bottle of coke in her hand warming up. Sometimes Y\N hated California hot. She missed how London was always chill and foggy. Many people despised London's weather, but Y\N never felt that belonging feeling anywhere but in London. Maybe it had been the people. She could never be sure, but if there was one thing she was sure it was that she was, definitely, homesick. Y\N was brilliant and one of the best designers around the world. She had done everything she could to make her dreams come true. She had been working on her upcoming winter collection and the collaboration she was going to make with Gucci. But the only thing she was thinking was the emptiness inside her. 

Why wasn't it enough?

The sound of a car pulling in her front veranda pulled Y\N away from her thoughts. She straightened up and took a sip from her coke. When she heard noises coming from inside the house, she made her way to the kitchen. Nate must have allowed everyone in, she thought. As she entered through the garden door, the cold air hit her body, giving her goosebumps. She put her half-empty coke bottle on the kitchen counter and took her sunglasses out. Her smile widened as Y\N approached her team, waiting for her in the living room. 

Y\N adored her team. She always tried and considered other's opinions on her designs. That's why her team included every type of person. She wanted to make a difference, do something that would affect people, whether the way that they dressed or thought. Y\N wanted to help people express themselves, and the best way to express yourself was through your clothes. So, she created a whole new brand for people who couldn't talk about who they were. 

In the living room, Nate was handing snacks out, and there were clothes everywhere that would fill a wardrobe. Her sketches were laying on the big wooden table, and a few interns were watching with horrified looks. She could see that sweet chaos wandering around the room. One of the interns, Hailey, jumped to her feet as soon as she saw Y\N. 

"Hi, Mrs. Y\L\N! We were waiting for you." Y\N could see she was shaking. So, she smiled at her, trying to ease the tension. "Please, Hailey, call me Y\N." 

Hailey sucked a load of breath and turned to her friend, shocked. "She knows my name," she whispered. Y\N giggled when she heard her. Nate was watching her with a smile on his face, knowing Y\N was finally carefree. She stood in the middle of the room as everyone waited for her to say something. She smiled.

"So, let's start then." 

-

As Harry kept wandering around the room looking for his cardigan, he made Sarah and Mitch more and more annoyed. 

"Enough of it, Harry," Sarah said. "Just accept that it's lost." 

"I was wearing it yesterday. I must have left it here." His frustration grew when he was left empty-handed. Harry slumped down on the closest couch with a puff. He was hoping to find it in the studio, but regardless of hours of searching, he couldn't find it. With closed eyes, he rested his head at the back of the couch, trying to remember where he might've left the cardigan. Harry had been so anxious because he very well knew it was a limited collection. So it wouldn't be possible to purchase a new cardigan if he couldn't find it. 

The door opened and closed after the sound of a few footsteps. Harry's eyes were still closed with a scowl on his face. 

"Is he still looking for it?" Jefferey asked Sarah Mitch was already up tuning his guitar. Sarah slowly nodded her head, turning towards Harry, knowing he was listening. "I don't think this is about the cardigan, though." 

Harry opened his eyes. "What would it be about?" still staring to the ceiling, "I just really loved that cardigan." He whispered under his breath. Mitch sighed knowingly and put his guitar down. "Why don't you guys go find Adam and Ny so we can practice." He said and planted a kiss on Sarah's hairline. "I'll call Jonathan Anderson and see if he can find you one," Jefferey said as he opened the door for Sarah, but his eyes were on Harry. He slowly nodded without saying anything.

"Do you want to talk?" Mitch leaned to the now-closed door.  Harry seemed like he was questioning his whole existence.  "We all know it isn't about the cardigan, H." 

"Do you think I made a mistake?" 

"With what?" Mitch knew, damn the whole world knew. But he let Harry say it because he needed to get it off of his chest. 

"With everything!" Harry leaned forward, cupping his face with his hands. He could feel the coldness of his rings. "With Camille, with proposing her. Do you think I just asked her to tell myself that I got over everything?"

That I got over Y\N...

"I don't think you need me to tell you none of us likes Camille. But it's not up to me or anyone to tell you that you're doing something wrong if you're happy." Mitch knew Harry was suffering despite his words.  "But if you're not happy and trying to hold onto a relationship that doesn't make you happy, you're just fooling yourself, mate." 

"It was going good, you know?" Harry started to play with his ring that was sitting on his middle finger since Y\N gave him for his nineteenth birthday. "I never thought someone could love me after Y\N. Even though nobody knew what happened between us, I was the reason why she left. I guess I punished myself for it by not allowing people to create any bond with me. After all those years, I thought I could finally be free from the burden I thought Camille would be the one.  But now, looking at her, I don't know if she's the one I want." Harry sighed. A million thoughts he couldn't control were wandering inside his brain. "And now ı lost one of the few connections I had with Y\N. It's like the universe saying to me to keep torturing myself." 

"There is no need to torture yourself, H. Maybe the fucking universe is trying to tell you to stop holding onto a carding and hold onto her instead. Believe me. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if you just talked to her." 

-

Y\N could feel her migraine growing at the back of her head. She had been standing and putting clothes together for too long; she even lost her sense of time. Her attention turned to the model in front of her as he heard another click of a digital camera. 

"I don't like the color of this jacket. Do we have a blue one?" The moment she reached forth her hand find the jacket her assistant was holding up. Y\N kindly smiled and thanked her. She took the weird pink colored jacket from the model and threw away. The moment she was about to talk, Y\N heard her assistant talking. 

"Yeah, he's in California," Y\N smirked as she took a step closer. "Your boyfriend?" She asked. But she could see her assistant's face immediately changing, her lips frowning and her eyes having that weird look. 

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to meddle. You don't have to say." Y\N took a step back, turning her old place. 

"No, it's okay." Maggie smiled, even though it didn't reach her eyes. "We were just talking about some singer." 

"He's not just some singer." A younger boy talked. Y\N assumed he was one of the interns. Maggie sent the boy a look, but he didn't seem to understand why everyone was so anxious to talk about him. "He's Harry Styles!" 

Y\N felt like she could blackout at any moment. Her lunch was climbing its way up, and anyone in the room could hear her heartbeat. He could be a block away from her. She could see him when she went out to get some coffee. Let alone coming across to him, even being in the same city, terrified her. The possibilities scared her so much she could run away from the country any minute. 

"I'm sorry, he's just new." Maggie apologized, thinking it made Y\N upset. 

"No, Mag, there's no need to be sorry." She tried to smile and stilling her breaths. "It's not like it's forbidden to talk about him." 

"Y\N," Nate calling her, pulled her away from the conversation. He was holding her phone. "It's Jonathan." Y\N's eyebrows furrowed, wondering why Jonathan Anderson was calling her out of the blue. She took her phone and stepped outside of the living room so she could hear him better. 

"Y\N, I need a favor." Jonathan talked at the end of the line sounding panicked and out of breath. 

"Hello to you too, Jonathan." She smiled, forgetting about Harry for a moment.  "Sorry, I was trying to catch a taxi. À l'aéroport, s'il vous plaît." Y\N giggled to her friend's anxiousness. 

"It's okay, what did you need?" 

Jonathan sighed. "You remember the patchwork cardigan from two falls ago you designed for my collection, right?"

"Yeah, sure. What about it?"

"Here's the thing." He stopped, asking the driver to drive faster. "One of my precious customers lost his cardigan and asking if we could find him one." 

"I thought it was limited." 

"It was. So, I promised to try and find one similar. But I don't have any cardigans in the collection this season. And since it was your design, I thought you could help me." 

Y\N took a deep breath, massaging her temple with her free hand. "You know I haven't put the collection up for sale yet, John." 

"I'll owe you big time." Y\N could hear the desperation in her friend's voice. "Fine, send me his address. I'll make sure he gets a few options." 

-

A day later, Y\N found herself at the entrance of the said man's house in California. Sunglasses resting on her nose, she took a look around the garden as she drove her way to the main door. The house, maybe naming it a mansion would be more appropriate, had a big garden full of Y\N's favorite flowers. The walls were white-painted, reflecting the afternoon sun. As she parked and took the boxes out of her trunk, she couldn't take her eyes off of the pink door. 

She ranged the bell, realizing she didn't even know the name of the man whose house she was about to step in.  A blue-eyed woman with purple pants opened the door for her. Y\N could recognize her design from a mile away. So, when she saw the pants, she smiled up at her.

"Hi, I'm here with the cardigans. Jonathan sent me." 

The moment Sarah realized who she was, she felt her heart racing. "You're Y\N Y\L\N!" 

"The one and only." She giggled. "Nica pants, by the way." 

Sarah couldn't talk for a few seconds. Not knowing if she should be excited or anxious, she invited her in. Harry was a room away, and Sarah had no idea what his reaction would be. She eventually invited her in and introduced herself. 

"Are the cardigans for your boyfriend?" Y\N asked, trying to learn the man's name. Sarah laughed despite her nervousness. "No, they are for my... well, he's my boss, I guess." 

Y\N slowly nodded. She didn't say anything not to be nosey, but a weird feeling was filling her. She stepped into the living room after Sarah. Then she saw him there, standing in his white pants and blue shirt, his hair a little messy, rings on his fingers and without any shoes. 

Time slowed around her, and Y\N could only see Harry for a moment. Out of breath, she tried to have a sense of her surroundings. But her brain stopped working, and the only thing it did was screaming. Her eyes burned from not winking, and she wanted to pinch herself to be sure that it was all real because it felt like a sweet dream. 

Her eyes met Harry's. 

Harry thought he was hallucinating. He had been thinking about her, too much, it was official now. His heart nearly exploded from his excitement. He didn't know if he should be excited. What if she was not real? What if, finally, he lost his mind? He was in a dream until he heard her velvet-like trembling voice.  

"Harry?" 

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles x reader #one direction #one direction imagine #The parent trap #the parent trap au #the parent trap au moodboard #harry styles the parent trap au #harry style the parent trap au

[dont-call-me-baby-posts]

still not over the fact that anders just gave his father the fucking "goody bag"

HAHAHAHA my boy folded so easy. Very Gemini of him tbh. They didn’t even have to force it out of him either like they barely got two words in and he’s like ugh fine guys, take it 🙄 HSHSJS

ANWYAY here’s a blurb about the moments immediately after he gave his dad the goods. MAJOR TW. Also sorry if Anders isn’t very likable in this moment buuuut you have to understand he was not in a good way. Only to be cracking jokes about it a few hours later with Harry 🙃

///

Anders could hear his parents arguing through the walls, the bathroom backing up to his room through the wall just across from his bed. He buried his head under a pillow, but he could still hear it. Their words bounced off of each other and shattered on the tile flooring, his mother becoming more and more fucking hysterical as the seconds passed around him.

“He’s going to kill himself, Mike. What do you not understand about that?”

“I understand, honey. What else do you expect me to do, huh? We can’t just lock him up in his room forever.”

“We send him back to rehab is what we do! We can’t just let him get away with something like this.”

“We can’t send him to rehab if he isn’t on anything.”

“You honestly believe he’s been sober this entire time? Don’t be naive, Mike. You know how he is… he’s always been good at hiding things from us.”

“I do believe him. What more can we do?”

“What more can we do?” The scoff his mother let out in the pause between her words was sharp enough it reached Anders all the way across the room, piercing through his blankets he’d cocooned himself inside. “That’s nice, Mike. We’ll just let him do what he wants. But then it’ll be your fault when our son dies in our house.”

Anders shuttered through every silent second that ticked by. He was crying now, hard, but he knew when he got home that he was going to. He really had ruined everything- his career, his friendships, his parents marriage. What was next? Finally his dad spoke again.

“What even is this stuff, anyway?” He asked. Anders could hear the familiar jingle of pills inside an unmarked bottle, making his joints tense up all over.

“I don’t know.”

“I just wonder what it does. Is it fun for him? Does it make him feel good?”

It did, but not in the way his dad was probably thinking. He wasn’t addicted to fucking ecstasy or anything. Anders hated his dad for a second, imagining the way he must think of him. He imagined himself in the place of Johnny Depp, the lead character in his fathers version of “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.”

Anders heard his mother saunter down the hall into his parents bedroom that they rarely shared anymore. The door slammed behind her, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing. It continued like that for a long time as Anders counted along. 14 flushes.

Anders wanted to disappear. He wished for a second he would’ve just gotten rid of the drugs himself, or would’ve at least taken some of them before coming clean so he wouldn’t have had to feel so bad about everything. He wanted to talk to Y/N, or maybe Harry, but he didn’t want to worry them.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened slowly, the soft patter of his dads fingertips on the wood in his version of a knock. Anders flipped over quickly so he wouldn’t have to look him in his face.

“Are you alright, son?”

“Better than ever.”

It got quiet. There was a tension in the room that felt the way the spaces between fathers and their children always felt- slightly chilly and even more heavy. His dad sat on the mattress, making Anders strain against the bend of the bed to stay in his placed tucked against the wall.

“I just wanted to say-“

“Please don’t.” Anders whispered. “Whatever this is, it’s not necessary, okay? Whatever father son bullshit you’re about to lay on me, you can save it.”

“Don’t speak to me like that, Anderson.” His dad barked, though his tone did little to cover the emotion in his voice. “You’re going to listen to me, do you understand? Fix your tone.”

The silence weighed a thousand pounds, but Anders knew better than to talk back. It was like he was 16 again, getting in trouble after school for picking a fight with some asshole kid in the hallway.

(In fairness, Anders never really picked the fights as much as they picked him, his parents just acted like he did. There was one time in particular, a day Anders remembers vividly even now, where some kid named Johnathan had slapped some girl on the ass during passing period, and obviously Anders fucking decked him. Anders felt pretty good about it at the time, telling the principal that maybe he should care a little bit more about children being s*xually a*saulted in his hallways than him knocking some kid out. He felt a little less good about it when he got grounded for two weeks that night. He was banished to his bedroom, this same bedroom, because apparently even when Anders did the right thing it was still wrong. His parents had always treated him like a criminal, practically since he was born.)

“I just wanted to say that I’m proud of you for telling us the truth. I know that isn’t easy.”

“Why, because I’m a liar?”

“No-“ His dad sighed heavily. “Because it’s hard to be honest about… stuff like this. I won’t act like I don’t know that. I’ll leave you alone, but I just wanted to say thank you for trusting us. I know I don’t know what you’re going through-“

“Yeah, no fucking shit, dad.” Anders sniffled, sitting up straight. “You have no fucking clue. Do you know what it’s like to be here with her right now? She’s making this fucking impossible for me. This is, like, the last fucking place on earth I should be right now if I’m supposed to stay sober. Do you realize that? She’s making my life a fucking nightmare, twenty-four fucking seven.”

“Your mom loves you so much.”

“She fucking hates me. She always has. You think I don’t hear the way she talks about me? She can’t stand to be around me, and you know what? I can’t fucking stand her, either!”

Anders didn’t really mean it, but in this moment he did. His chest shook with heavy breaths he tried to keep even. He really did feel bad for raising his voice at his dad, who had in one way or another always been the one to take his side when it came to his mother. Even if he folded without much of a fight, his dad did always at least try to defend him.

“She makes sure I know every single fucking day how much better off she’d be without me. You both would be. And you expect me not to take it personally? Why would anybody want to live like this?”

“She doesn’t think that, and neither do I. Your mom… She’s struggling, okay? But she’s doing her best. We all are.”

“Well I must take after her, then, because her best isn’t very fucking good. I don’t want to fucking be here anymore. I don’t want to be anywhere anymore, I’m fucking tired of all of this. I’m done.”

“Don’t talk like that. You don’t mean it.”

“You think I don’t? What part of the last four months tells you I’m joking, huh? What, was it not obvious enough that I fucking mean every word of it?”

“Just because of the incident doesn’t mean-“

“Don’t fucking call it that!” Anders screamed. At this point his mother could hear every word, even down the hallway. “I tried to k*** m*****, dad! Say it with your chest, big man. You and mom haven’t said it once since I’ve been here, so go ahead and say it.”

His dad had that hard expression on his face the way he always did. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to say that I’m proud.”

“You should’ve said that a long time ago, bro. I don’t give a shit if you’re proud of me now. You could’ve been proud when I got a record deal, or when I passed fucking algebra. You don’t get to be proud now.”

His father stood to leave, not bothering to offer a response. Anders didn’t want him to leave just yet, not because he wanted his company but because he had a lot to say. “I can’t fucking wait to leave here. You guys can live your perfect little life without me and mom can tell everybody what a “good kid” I am. You won’t even have to see me.” Anders paused to laugh. “But just wait until my face is all over the cover of every magazine in sixth months because I finally fucking did it. Mom won’t be able to lie to everyone then, will she? It’ll be fucking front page news what a shit parent she is! Maybe then she’ll actually give a fuck! You can’t convince me the only reason she’s so concerned about me dying isn’t solely because it’ll make her look bad.”

His dad frowned and shook his head, opening up the door. He sighed again. “We love you very much, Anderson. I just wanted you to know.”

“You fucking hate me and you know it.” Anders laughed. “Get the fuck out.”

And he did. Anders was left alone, again, weeping helplessly into his pillowcase. He didn’t mean any of it, really. But maybe he did. Either way, he’d said it and he couldn’t unsay it. He wanted to talk to Y/N but she had her own shit going on with Harry so he didn’t bother. He just tucked himself deeper into the space where the bed met the wall abs tried to force himself to sleep.

#but can we talk about his parents reaction versus Harry #like just the fact that Harry is probably the first person ever to actually not make Anders feel like shit about #like 🥺 #blacking out and breaking hearts #bobh #Anders

[pesterloglog]

Kanaya Maryam, Rose Lalonde, Alfonz, Jade Harley

Page 198-203

KANAYA: Try Calling Her Again!

ROSE: I HAVE tried, but she's not picking up!!

KANAYA: What About Harry Anderson Or Tavros!

ROSE: Kanaya, nobody is answering!!!

KANAYA: Rose I Feel Like I Must Sink To The Level Of Stating The Obvious But This Is Terrible!

KANAYA: This Is Awful!

KANAYA: This Is!

KANAYA: Just!

KANAYA: Aaaaaaargh!

KANAYA: I Cant Think Of Any More Related Adjectives!

ROSE: It's...

ROSE: Kanaya, I don't want to resort to idle, baseless platitudes.

ROSE: So I won't.

ROSE: I don't understand what's going on any more than you do, and I'm sorry.

ROSE: I'm sorry!

KANAYA: Rose Our Daughter Is In Danger And We Are But Powerless To Help Her!

KANAYA: I Do Not Understand Why This Is Happening Or What Precise Series Of Events Led To This Predicament But I Doubt That They Are Directly Or Indirectly Your Fault!

KANAYA: I Feel Like Your Apologising Is Serving As The Very Baseless Platitude Which You Sought To Avoid!

ROSE: No, I know.

ROSE: I know, dear.

ROSE: I just wish I had answers!! My useless powers aren't being any help, and what's worse,

ROSE: I can't see ANYTHING useful on this stupid news channel!!

KANAYA: I Think It Is A Cruel Irony That We Are Forced To Depend On Crocker's Branded Coverage Of Our Own Daughters Headhunting!

KANAYA: Not To Mention That The Quality Of This Broadcast Leaves Something To Be Desired!

KANAYA: I Know That We Are Enemies But I Really Expected Better Of Such A Shrewd Businesswoman!

ALFONZ: excuse me mA'Ams

ROSE: I just don't understand what Vriska was doing there in the first place...

ROSE: Forgetting the fact that Gamzee's dead for a moment,

KANAYA: No I Cant Do That Theyve Just Started Showing The Picture Of Him Again

ROSE: Ugh, god.

KANAYA: For Once The Thought Of His Putrescent Corpse Does Nothing To Quell My Anxiety!

ALFONZ: if i could just tAke A moment of your time

ALFONZ: its A mAtter of some urgency

KANAYA: This Is All So Upsetting That I Cannot Even Find Satisfaction In His Death!

KANAYA: Not When They Have Started Using It As Justification To Call Our Daughter A Terrorist!

KANAYA: And All That Is Without Even Mentioning The Fact!

KANAYA: That Somehow!!

ALFONZ: (*deep breath*)

KANAYA: The Other Vriska Is Also Here!!!

ALFONZ: MA'AMS I HAVE AN URGENT REPORT TO DELIVER, PLEASE FORGIVE MY YELLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALFONZ: the reconnAissAnce teAm is bAck eArly, mA'Ams

ALFONZ: the ship docked A few moments Ago

ROSE: And the scouting party???

ALFONZ: i expect she's Zipping her wAy up here now, mA'Am

ALFONZ: should be here Any minute n

ALFONZ: oof!

ROSE: Jade!

KANAYA: Oh Thank God

ROSE: We weren't expecting you to get back so soon.

KANAYA: What Is Going On Down There

ROSE: What happened to the rest of your scouting party?

KANAYA: What Is Another VRISKA Doing Here

ROSE: Where is John?

KANAYA: Where Is Dave

ROSE: Where is our *daughter*?!

KANAYA: (Rose I Think We Must Try To Remain Calm And Give Jade A Chance To Answer Our Queries Difficult Though It May Be In This Moment Of Intolerable Anguish And Suspense)

ROSE: I... yes, of course.

KANAYA: Jade It Is Okay

JADE: its........

JADE: *sniffle*

KANAYA: Please Take Your Time

JADE: we dont HAVE any time!!!

JADE: its too late!!!!!!

JADE: janes forces were just too fast...

KANAYA: Oh No

ROSE: You don't mean...

JADE: theyve taken her

JADE: THEYVE TAKEN YIFFY!!!!!!! D:

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #kanaya maryam #rose lalonde #alfonz #jade harley #homestuck^2 act 1 #page 198 #page 199 #page 200 #page 201 #page 202 #page 203

[anarmorofwords]

*slides into ana's askbox*

Sooo here you go all my drafts... the first two are picked by another moot xdxd can you help me decide on what to write after that? Thanks love 💜💜💜 (btw for soft to be strong, do you have a specific character in mind or do you want me to choose?)

1. The truth untold (BTS) - Thomastair

2. Part III of Thomastair in Paris modern AU

Like Real People Do (Hozier) - Thomastair

Enough for you (Olivia Rodrigo) - Alastair

The sunlight through the cracks (JJ Lin) - Alastair + Ariadne

Wanted (Lala Hsu) - Sizzy

The lost bank (Lala Hsu) - Herongraystairs

If the world is not what you expected (Charmaine Fong) - Alastair / Thomastair

You are the legend of you (Charmaine Fong) - Alastair

It's Anderson's fault (Phil Lam) - Alastair

The trial of love (JJ Lin) - Thomastair

Controller's the problem (ToNick) - Alec

The right timing (JJ Lin) - everyone in CoI

The greatest humility (JJ Lin) - Malec

Actor (Joker Xue) - Gracelet!James

There's no if's (JJ Lin) - Jordelia

The adventurous dreams of yours (JJ Lin) - Jemma

Part II of Thomastair x Pride & Prejudice

Part I of Will & Cecily Twins AU

Out of the woods (Taylor Swift) - Morgenthorn

Soft to be strong (MARINA) - Jace or Alastair

Cardigan (Taylor Swift) - Malec

Falling (Harry Styles) - Kitty

Remember me in a thousand years (JJ Lin) - Thomastair

why hello there

I was actually thinking about Alastair for "soft to be strong", but any character you think of would be fine! (though I see you actually have this on the list for him sooo)

so I'd say that? I'm choosing "soft to be strong" lol

and if not that, I'd say "if the world is not what you expected" Alastair/Thomastair

I can't wait for them!!!

<3