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JIMMY BUTLER/anyone lol

OMG JAMNY!!!!!!!!!1!1!1!!

' I wish I could have got it done for these guys because they definitely deserve it. '

Kyle checks his phone, not his professional one, his Personal phone. Jimmy doesn't have to give a forcible and feign glance of innocence that just so happens to be sent that way, at that time, to know.

A little intake of breath, a small noise that oozed all that domestic slop Butler despised, instead of an annoyed silence because Kyle was too focused on rolling his eyes at an email regarding some form of business, readying his middle finger banded by a ring to flip off the phone with no eyes. A little moment for DeMar DeRozan.

It's a brief wheeze which leaves the lungs as quick as it was reactively formed, but not brief enough to slip 22's painfully acute mind. He blames it on the Yoga sharpening his senses instead of the innate psychological gruel that continually sludged from one side of his inflammatory skull to another. DeMar didn't even make a big post about it, didn't spend hours carefully perfecting the photos he would apply enmasse, what their meaning would signify to others, and even when he did opt for that sort of show in the past, its existence would never survive his sporadic extinction of the gallery. It was probably some of the laziest shows of intimacy ever, just texting. Jimmy could securely bet half of his salary that no emojis were used and win. You have to be one drab son of a bitch to not use emojis like they were a second form of online oxygen, and DeMar was exactly that kind of black and white boring.

And yet, he continues to succeed in his menial half-assed attempts at taking Kyle's time. It's like the guy spends all his miserable life lounging on the couch in that sad little depressive fit of his, limply holding a phone's black screen in one hand and an iPad in another as it's tuned in to a live viewing of The Heat's interview from a reporter watching in the crowd. It's like he times the texts irritatingly perfect, doesn't sit and wait, LAYS and waits.. lounges. While Jimmy sweats under the spotlight, poked and prodded not by pens anymore, but stupid phones and stupid microphones and stupid cameras and stupid DeMar watching from the stupid phones and microphones and cameras.

It was so fucking stupid.

The fact that Lowry took a moment to smile that stupid ruddy grin of his that lured those that don't know into a false sense of cheer rather than sardonic ploy.. during the depressing last note of the season.. all because of -

During an INTERVIEW?

HIS interview?

Kyle's permanent annoyance leading to antics with the media were usually the highlights from a tiresome day, the rude and ruder pair amping up their airtime. But today, Jimmy wasn't in on the fun. He saw no reason to. It was

Fucking

Stupid.

They just lost the Finals.

They just lost the Finals and now Jimmy, their supposed follow by example leader who relied on the simple practice of consistent excellency, is locked in a private jet's disgustingly spacious bathroom.. battling his demons. No better than a girl on her period wondering why everyone was being so rude to her only to realize red looking down and all a sudden her feelings meant absolutely zip in the moment, nullified by the cons of her biology.

The only reason why (the only advantage that mattered in the moment) Kyle went with Jimmy was due to playoff professionalism. Unlike DeMar, Jimmy had the awe-inspiring ability to turn all emotions on outside appearance aloof, merely battling through the motions like an impersonal assassin only here for the buck of the bid. Unlike DeMar

Jimmy wasn't human.

Yet here he sits, reminded that he was.

Defeated.

The points he scored hang above him, more than a number. The points he scored chant and dance mind-gratingly within reach while the ones he truly desires are locked just a little too high above it. The points he scored become the back of a man.

"Was it worth it?"

A forest green 21 asks.

... "Fuck are you doing here, Holiday."

The jersey ripples the name like a white flag as the scapulas flex and extend the fabric across. Yet who was the one really defeated here.

His smaller adversary of innocent delight grins and almost floats, puffing out his angular cheeks and pushing atop the automatic hand dryer with his hands. Illogically, he perches on the spotless object and dangles his legs, careless to the scenario and the physics that follow.

"You think I WANNA be here, Jimmy? It reeks like toxic waste, and you've got the cover on as some sort of miserable makeshift porcelain throne, so even biological movements can't answer to that mystery!"

Jrue laughs, announcing every aha in the high giggle, kicking his feet along to the obnoxious rhythm. Jimmy jumped to feet to drown out the noise and the piss-poor 'jokes' the other valued so dearly to his person, shoving the cover of the toilet hard enough to lopside it on its way up.

"Get out."

Jrue just twirls a braid, bouncing his head a bit side to side, bandana tufts following as flouncy as a chickadee.

"You showed them playoff jimmy, but you didn't promise them Finals Jimmy, that's for sure."

Another ahaha chuckle at his own two-cent joke shoved in as cash for the ATM machine (which is stupid in and of itself for being called the ATM machine when the m literally stands for machine.). Jimmy rears his head, thrashes it with violent matches to whichever side of his lip curls first. He rushes forward, propelled by hatred and puppeted by scorn, sinks a heavy hand against the wall -- nearly missing Jrue's sweaty neck.

To Jimmy's snarl turned smile, he saw the Point Guard shake. Just a bit. His entire being subconsciously rocked by some warning to survival. That's right. That's the placate his point guards deserved to belong, waiting and admiring him and his sheer inhumane monstrosity -- cold and unfeeling.

Which is exactly why he's panting from exerted desperation right now, heart running ragged nervous over overtime and head ringing and-

he's just So unfeeling

he's wet at the eyes from it.

"The only way you can get them to love you is.. by acting like this? And you're sure you want that?"

Holiday shifts so his neck slopes and his jawline thinly shows, sleek in shadow. Although his face is angled, thanks to a slight lazy eye, he's still giving Jimmy that entirely unbothered lazy lidded look.

"Want this?"

Butler lowered his gaze, pushing them head-to-head ( and Butler Never backs down from a head-to-head. ) until Jrue's scalp hit the wall. Sliding from forehead to temple, fevered lips kept refreshed by revenge hiss close enough to waver the nerves inhabiting ear.

"You don't know Shit about what I want, Jrue."

The trembling he felt this time wasn't from fear, and the tiny nose fumbling out that throat wasn't some awarded whimper of servitude, but

ahaha. aha.

Jrue threw his head back and laughed, then laughed even harder after bashfully rubbing it with a little 'oop-' from it thumping against the wall. The hoods hanging dangerously half over whites thin upwards until obsolete, utterly aghast. Maybe even a tad indignant. Jimmy's nostrils flare, following the surprised rage from the rest of his beautiful features.

Jrue just laughs even more at sight.

"I know that was a bad game on your part, I know that! I know about to retire Lowry and surprisingly young Bam had to help way more than you ever did. I know you shouldn't have taken that shot. But I know you did, because you didn't want to, but they-"

The indent in the wall trails horizontal as he scrapes the rupture even farther to the left, spraying formidable losses off the side. Butler heaves, sighs, sobs, cries

his shoulders sag, swallowing the tension he didn't realize he was showering under only to throw it all back up again. A knock, the lower end of a painfully sad series, finally ruptures through the fog choking his psyche.

Jimmy rips the handle to full-force before splashing his face with the water, not caring that half of it fell out of the sink, soaking everything besides the target on necessary cooldown.

The door slides open like paper tearing, Bam's hand caught in the tilted motion. He barely has time to straighten a wrist as Jimmy shoves his way past.

Adebayo's mouth moves, but Lowry's beats him thanks to more experience.

"THE HELL WAS ALL THAT FOR, JIMMY??

You seriously wanna get fined after the Finals!?Fuck! Who you fighting in there anyways, shit?! What the Fuck is WRONG with you--"

Jimmy gives the smaller point guard, no longer his, perhaps never was, a look harsh enough to wilt the old blue orchid clenched in his hands -- too delicate to keep along with his luggage for the flight.

"Nothing any of you should know."

As Kyle continued to argue with a wall, Bam snuck a side-ways stare into the dark room Jimmy's been banging in. No Rachel Nichols..

No-

Nothing.

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siempre-bucky · 6 years

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Basically a Hallmark Movie Chap.2

Royal!Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: When the photographer reader is made to go to the country of Romania to see and photograph the coronation of the future king, Prince Sebastian, she must overcome her Grinch-like attitude. All before Christmas!

Chapter Summary: Prince Sebastian deals with the loss of his mother the Queen and the arrival of his controlling Godmother, Anastasia. Another arrival (the reader) sparks something foreign in the soon to be king!

Word Count: 1k (OMG IM SO SORRY)

A/N: I hope you guys like it!

PART 1

TAG LIST AT THE BOTTOM (send an ask to be put on!! :] )

In the city of Bucharest, the city was solemn as their beloved Queen Georgeta passed just a week before Christmas. Black flags waved in the cold air, replacing the merry Christmas colored ones. The country loved the holiday season but not as much as Prince Sebastian did. He counted the days until the royal family lit the tree in the city square, the holiday cheer brought them so much happiness.

Unlike every other year, this one would not have the have brightness. The prince, sat in the car coming from the funeral, watching the citizens dressed in black sadly wave at him. “Your Highness?” the woman next to him asked.

“Sorry, Scarlett… I was just thinking,” Sebastian told his assistant.

“I understand,” she gave him a sympathetic smile “We just need to set up your photos for the official currency.”

“Uhh…yeah. Whenever.” It was clear that he wasn’t all there, he played with the hem of his coat as he continued to half listen to Scarlett’s to do list.

Later they arrived at the winter palace, just an hour from the main city. This castle was beloved by Sebastian’s family and was known for always having decorations up. When the prince arrived at the front gates, he was surprised to see that the decorations around the large pillars were no longer there.

“What the hell?” he breathed.

“What’s wrong?” Scarlett asked, surprised by Sebastian’s outburst.

“The decorations!” The driver opened his door, and he hurriedly walked up to the front door, ignoring the bows of the servants.

“Scarlett!” he yelled, “Where are they?” He wasn’t known for getting angry, but never ever mess with Christmas.

“I-I don’t know, I didn’t do this.”

The men in the red coats opened the large wooden doors, allowing the pair to rush in. His rage started to boil as he saw no nicely lit tree in the center, no ribbons of gold or silver adorn the cream-colored walls. “What the fuck?” he groaned.

“Paul,” he said, getting the attention of the nearest butler.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Who is responsible for this?” he questioned, the red appearing in his cheeks.

Paul could see the anger in the normally well-tempered prince “A lady was here before you got here, she said to take everything out.”

“Scarlett, I want all the decorations and tree’s back…now.”

“On it,” she said, quickly pulling out her cell phone.

“Sir, you are requested in the blue room?” a butler rang out.

Sebastian nodded in his direction and made his way up the red-carpeted stairs. Once arriving the guard opened the door revealing a tall woman with long blonde hair, her back was turned to the man as she examined the desk.

“Can I help you?” he asked with a stern voice.

The woman chuckled and turned around “Seba, is that any way to talk to your Godmother?” she scolded. Sebastian let out a sigh of relief and his frown was replaced with a smile.

“Anastasia, I’m glad you came,” he said, hugging her tightly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for the funeral, it was far too hard.”

He nodded in understanding, letting go of the woman dressed in black.

“There are some things I wish to tell you, Seba.”

Sebastian moved to behind the desk and motioned for her to have a seat on the gold chair. He hesitated as he looked at the chair, the many great leaders of the country have sat there before him, taking a deep breath, he finally sat down, taking his turn.

“In your mothers will I was told to look after you before the coronation,” she started, crossing her ankles.

“My mother sent you to be my babysitter?” he questioned, rubbing his well-grown in beard. Anastasia rolled her eyes at his defensive manner.

“If that’s what you want to call it.”

“Before you start making demands Anya, I want the decorations back in the palace… all of them,” he stated, making his emphasis in ‘all of them.’

“I thought we should remove them to show respect to your mother,” she defended.

“This is my home. Plus, she would’ve wanted us to keep them. You know how much she loved Christmas.

Anastasia knew she was defeated, she shifted in her seat “Fine,” she gritted through her teeth. Her face scrunched with the uncomforting feeling of her not getting her way.

“Now, go on.” Sebastian folded his hands and placed them on the table.

“Right,” she breathed “The traditional Christmas Eve Ball will still take place, by the request of Lord Downy. Followed by your coronation on Christmas Day.”

“I don’t see any problem with that, my mother and my grandfather did the same,” he justified.

Before Anastasia could say anything else, a butler with a worried face barged into the room, bowing quickly to the royal “Pardon me, Your Royal Highness. There is a Mr. Evans here that won’t wait at the door,” he said, clearly out of breath. Sebastian’s face instantly lit up, the butler was pushed out of the way by his best friend from America.

“Chris!” he greeted, standing up and embracing his friend.

“Seb, I’m sorry about your Ma,” the bearded man consoled.

“It’s alright man, thank you for being here.”

Anastasia had enough of the men’s friendliness, she coughed to get their attention. Sebastian rolled his eyes and looked at her “Yes?”

“The last thing I wanted you to be aware of is that I have invited a small handful of press to stay in the palace before the coronation.” Sebastian’s eyes went wide.

“No press!” he yelled.

“It’s too late. They will all stay in the East Wing of the palace, they will not be seen by you. They will be merely taking pictures of the palace,” she explained, trying to calm him.

Sebastian looked out the window and saw shiny black cars arrive at the entrance. The photographers started to get out of the car. Thank God so far, he only counted 5, he could handle 5. Then in the last car he the most beautiful woman he ever layed his eyes on, she wore a white cap and a light blue pea coat. The man couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Well look at her,” Chris whistled, nudging his friend. “You might want to talk to her before I do.” Seb laughed and nudged him back.

“No, she’s just press,” he shook his head and walked away from the window.

“Prepare rooms for Anastasia and Chris near mine,” he instructed the butler.

“Right away Sir,” the three left the room, leaving the prince alone. He walked back to the window for just one more glace at the woman. He looked down and saw her smile at the guard, making the prince smile at hers. He needed to meet her.

Taglist: some of your names didn’t work, I’m so sorry

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315-no-stage · 5 years

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The Anime Tag

I originally planned to do this on my book blog but I remember that I now have something for anime-related things. I found this on Oddball Books but I think the original is by simply_kenna!

Honestly, I still would’ve posted this on there but I notice that anime content has been invading my book blog more than usual lately so how about I pay attention to this one this time.

Top 5 favorite anime?

In no particular order:

Voltes V - the one that started it all for me, for mecha and anime in general.

Haikyuu - I was terribly late to the game but I think I’ve caught up pretty nicely.

Shirobako - The anime about making anime. I watched this whole series twice in a row in about five-ish days.

Kids on the Slope - this opened me up to so many other things. From the music anime genre to future favorite seiyuus.

Howl’s Moving Castle - my favorite anime movie ever.

I get favorites easy but when pressed, these are my top 5. I do love Fullmetal Alchemist (and Brotherhood) but that’s just a given. I also obsess over Yuri On Ice but not as much as I do Haikyuu. In fact, I watched Haikyuu because of Yuri On Ice (and Yoshimasa Hosoya). It’s in my top ten but you asked for just five so... *shrug*

(Six to ten: Yuyu Hakusho, Yuri On Ice, Rurouni Kenshin, Fullmetal Alchemist full series, K-On!)

You can bring one anime character to reality and make him your friend, who do you choose?

Just one? I’m partial to the Karasuno third years. With the stage play and how much life sort of imitates art, that’s not a hard thing to imagine. If I had to pick on, I pick Sugawara Koushi. Miyu Irino’s voice acting is my weakness. I’ve met the first Suga stage actor, Hiroki Ino. I also appreciate Naoki Tanaka’s take on Suga especially his dancing.

But talking about the character itself, I love how he humbled himself for the sake of the team; how he made his strengths work for him instead of wallowing in his “inferiority” vs Kageyama. And it looks like he’s a fun guy to be around. Easy on the eyes too. XD

What two anime characters describe your personality?

Now you ask for two. Let’s see... I’m tempted to say Hina from Hinamatsuri. Because I get those times when I just don’t give a shit. I would love those superpowers too and less of the salmon roe though hahaha.

And the other one? Hmm... OMG is it so bad that the only character in my head right now is Kanna from Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid? Someone who is equally as deadpan and sarcastic as Hina. Ahahahaha, shows you the state of mind I have right now.

No, seriously. I think Narumi from Wotakoi is a better choice. I’m a totally different person when you talk otaku to me. Much like her.

Fav character with glasses?

How much time do you have? Megane makes everything better. Even Rean Schwarzer from the Japanese RPG Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel. I can’t say that megane is one of my favorite anime tropes but I find a lot of my favorite characters in a crowd wear glasses. Just look at my bb Seiya from Tsurune. And Rei from Free. Normally, I don’t care for Oikawa but when he started wearing those glasses in Haikyuu season 3, I was gone!

If you were in Ouran High School Host Club, which host would you visit the most?

(While I’m familiar with this anime, I haven’t watched it enough for form an opinion.)

Dub or sub?

I love a lot of English voice actors but I really truly do prefer sub anime. I mostly know of English VA work from localized JRPGs. I admit, I did watch FMA/FMAB and Soul Eater In English. I also checked out Onepunch-Man, Yuri On Ice, Restaurant to Another World, and other Gundam series dubbed. I don’t hate it but I don’t prefer it either.

And it proves to put myself in awkward situations especially in anime conventions in a Western setting. Once I was in line at a signing and the chick in front of me said that the “voice for Sebastian from Black Butler is also holding a signing”. My mind went straight to Daisuke Ono and I was this close to a total meltdown before I realized she was talking about the English VA. I still got excited because I knew him through his video game works but it was awkward.

If you could eat any anime food, what would it be?

I urge you to watch Rokuhoudou Yotsuiro Biyori. Drop the first word if you’re watching through Crunchyroll. From their sweets to their savory dishes -- I want it all. I want their fish butter omurice the most though.

Actually, the omurice from Restaurant to Another World inspired my brother and me to make our own.

Favorite anime fight scene?

Whenever a fight scene is mentioned, I go back to the tournaments in Yuyu Hakusho vs the Toguro team. That or the final battles in any Gundam series, including the Build ones.

But every time Junk Dog enters the ring in Megalo Box, I hold my breath and almost fall off the seat.

Favorite genre of anime?

Slice of life, if I were to be general about it. Specifically, it’s “anything with a school setting with singing and dancing boys”. Think Starmyu or The Idolmaster: Side M, High x Joker type of guys. I’m a sucker for music anime too.

You get to have a harem of 6 anime characters of your choice, who do you choose?

Asahi Azumane (Haikyuu)

Viktor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Sousuke Yamazaki (Free)

Jirou Yamashita (Side M)

Tokitaka Nagae (Rokuhoudou Yotsuiro Biyori)

Hiroto Suwa (Orange)

As you can see, I may have a type. I tried not to fill the list with characters from the same seiyuu but as you can probably tell... I also mentioned that seiyuu’s name earlier in this post.

I can go on and on about this. And I’m glad that I’m finally at the point that I could without feeling embarrassed about it. I grew up on anime. My future kids will grow up on anime. it’s a huge part of me.

I hope you enjoyed this tag.

#the anime tag #i mentioned hosoyan-related stuff so much here

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