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okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT i’ve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chase’s childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. She’s staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and he’s… intrigued by her 👀 either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 💐

YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!

Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader

Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.

Chase's POV:

“Well I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-” My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face.

I answer the phone.

“Hello, y/n? Whats up”

“Chase! Long time no talk haha.”

“You called me yesterday.”

“Learn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.”

“I’m moving to New Jersey!!”

“Wait what? Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.”

“Wow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"

“Um…no…” I sigh, “Just stay at mine for now.”

“Don't even with the sigh i’ve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.”

I smirk and shake my head, “Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n”

Y/N’s POV:

I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport.

Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, “Have a safe flight.” Let's hope so.

Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)

Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating.

The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, “Gregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?” Oh well that's a good first impression.

Scrolling down I see another article, “The world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secrets”

Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. I’d honestly be gay for him if I was Chase.

The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable.

For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky)

Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring.

Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her.

Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun.

And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier

*Another time skip to plane landing*

Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible.

I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago.

“I’m at the airport, is your flight done?”

“Yep, wya.”

“I’m parked in the front.”

“That's specific”

“There's no other front dumbass”

I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.

“Man you’re a lot uglier in person”

I say jokingly, smirking.

“Oh shut up”

We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work.

Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so I’m not invading his “man” space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they aren’t even getting my applications in the first place.

I’m doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.

“Hey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I don’t have money for food, could ya bring it for me?”

“Nah”

“See you soon”

I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital.

When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, “Where do I go this place is huge” I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. “Uhm just wait at the entrance i’ll be right there.” He says in a whisper.

He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point.

Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn he’s even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him.

“Hey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.” He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I can’t understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House?

“You're real compliant, you’d make a great hooker.”

I turn around and side eye him.

“Thanks, so would you.” I say giving a fake smile.

“Speaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?’’

“I made a bet with Chase.”

“That's really specific and helpful thanks”

“Oh yeah no problem”

Sarcastic asshole.

“If you don’t tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.”

“Really? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?”

“He thinks you’ll fall in love with me so he doesn’t want that to happen, in his words, “She has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.” So he’s trying to prevent it, and he’s sure he can.”

Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.

“Well to be honest he isn’t wrong.”

I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down.

As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down.

“So are you gonna interview me or something?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.”

He really is an asshole…it's kinda hot though.

“Fair enough.”

We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, he’s clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.

“House!! Y/N! Let me in! This isn’t fair!” He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.

“Okay! Let’s start this interview now.”

“Y/n! You traitor!”

Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, “First question, do you want the job of being my assistant?”

“Obviously”

“Great! You have the job!”

I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people.

House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside.

As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as House’s assistant first, but once she saw a…normal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.

Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality.

Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he was…”himself” that's how I began to fall for him.

One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught House’s gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable.

“Something on your mind, House?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us.

He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, “Oh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend, or husband?” He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated “you get to tell patients they are dying!!” person. And as you’d expect people didn’t respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him.

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself that a lot too.” I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk.

“Do you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.” He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what he’s saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time.

“A boyfriend would be nice.” I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.

“Alright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?”

Raising an eyebrow I ask, “Are you trying to go on a date with me?”

“I said hypothetically, now answer the question.”

A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance.

“Well.” I say, “Hypothetically, I would say yes.”

“Great, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.”

With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our “hypothetical date.”

The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from a…unique…guy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ).

As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine.

“Y/n,” he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. “That outfit makes your ass look nice.”

I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. “So much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.”

He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. “Yeah yeah, shall we?”

With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor.

As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I’m finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right.

Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him.

House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘So, tell my Y/N. What’s the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?”

I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. “Well, there was this one time in college-”

“Let me guess,” House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “It involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?”

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “You could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.”

House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. “I wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.” He states, with a determined and mischievous grin.

The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under House’s spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general.

I don’t even realize that we’ve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didn’t want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night.

When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to end—I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.

House notices my look of disappointment, “I’m aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this won’t be our last date.”

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane.

So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit.

Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far.

As House’s hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasn’t afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House.

His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.

“Goodnight House. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.

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maddipoof · 11 months

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(center Tangerine icon by @cherriedt that was linked on pinterest, and the rest of them are just from pinterest :/, and the pictures of the necklace and the dress aren't meant to show the reader, just the kind of outfit I was picturing, it just happened to be Dua Lipa's met gala necklace and Lady Gaga)

Requested by my love and my life (but I forgot to put this under that and I'm in too deep) @loving-and-dreaming thank you for everything you've ever sent me, asked me, or tagged me in <33<333 Warnings: None graphic violence, bruising, bleeding, language (duh), smoking and sickeningly rich people el oh el WC: 2.7k and not proof read

When your mother invited you to one of her friends’ charity galas, this is hardly how you expected the night to go. You slipped into that black velvet gown that she offered you, with the perfect neckline to show off the necklace that was a gift from both your parents for your last birthday. The one with the fat diamond right in the center. It was certainly the gem to talk about. It even made quite a few headlines.

And it was certainly the talk of tonight, with half the conversations you had almost certainly leading to their eyes being drawn to your chest within the first 30 seconds. And for a masquerade, it was quite hard to remain anonymous when the thing was practically a shimmering name tag. Which was a fact you came to regret sooner rather than later.

About an hour after you arrived, after finding your table with your parents and greeting your friends, another masked man asked you to dance. He was tall, with quite the head of thick brown hair, and a hell of a mustache. But there was something about him that you couldn’t quite place, as you made polite conversation on the ballroom floor. His accent, maybe.

“May I ask where you’re from?”

“Oh well, that’s hardly the point of a masquerade now, love.” You spun away on cue and he drew you back in. “It’s about the mystery.” And with that the waltz ended with his chest against your back and your breathing heavier than it has been with any other partner that night. You tried to clear your throat quietly, with the way he was breathing down your neck. He was so overwhelming, what with his deep blue suit in such subtle contrast to the sea of black you were swimming in, and the strength of his arms that he didn’t use against you, but with you as he led you through the dance.

You twirled out of his arms and bowed along with the rest of the ladies on the floor. You nodded in gratitude for the dance then left to go find your friends with a shake of your head. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.”

“Looking a little winded there,” your closest, and most likely only true friend, Remington (or Remy to you), offered you her arm as you aimed for the restroom in hopes of a chance to catch your breath. Once inside, you reached into one of your deep pockets that were hiding beneath the voluminous fabrics of your skirt to pull out a small pack of cigarettes. You slipped one of the few remaining sticks between your lips and fumbled through your other pocket for the lighter you couldn’t reach. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“You have a better one?” Remy sighed and took her zippo out of her little handbag. “Thank you, dahlin’,” you put on an accent like the man you’d danced with.

“Ooh, so you’ve met the mysterious gentleman.”

“Dance with him too.”

“Oh my.”

“Oh yes.” You looked over your makeup in the mirror and checked your hair.

“Why does it smell like cherries?”

“They’re flavored.”

“That’s literally worse than smoking on its own.”

“I know but…cherries.” You took a final drag then stamped it out on the side of the sink and brushed the ashes down the drain. “Alright, gotta go get yelled at by my mother.”

You both gave each other salutes before you went back out into the hall and she went into a stall. There was a strange sound coming from around the other corner of the hallway towards the ballroom. It was most likely some sleazy billionaires’ sons thinking much higher of themselves than anyone should, so it was best to move on back to your table.

The whole time you sat there, you’d often catch eyes with the mysterious man from earlier. You didn’t see him dance with anyone else, but when you looked at him and looked like you meant to really look at him, and leaned back in your chair, he took that as a sign to ask you for another dance.

He wordlessly offered you his hand, which you took with more grace than he’s ever seen. He led you to the floor with a hand on the small of your back and you both assumed your positions for the most intimate dance of the night, it wasn’t too fast but it was very intricate and required you to trust your partner.

The music started and he was the best partner you’ve ever had. The way he lead you was perfect, every dip was like being held as a feather, every lift felt like floating, and every step was like walking on water. “You smell like cherries…and smoke.” He said as he brought you down from the lift.

“Hmm.”

“Didn’t think to share?”

“Didn’t think you’d be interested.” You slid your hand over his left shoulder as the dance required and flicked his gold hoop with your finger.

“How’d you learn to dance like this?” He spun you out again and

“Swiss boarding school,” you answered as if it was obvious.

“Figures.” You didn’t see the way he looked down at your necklace over your shoulder, you felt it more. “Dance with me again, love?” He turned his head so you felt his words too.

You hummed a yes and resumed your positions. 3 dances later, he tilted his head to one of the doorways that lead to a vast balcony. You nodded in agreement and took the arm he offered.

Once you were out there, alone, the only sounds were the busy city below you and the flick of his lighter behind you. You braced your hands on the railing behind you and watched the way the light of the small flame refracted through his eyes like a kaleidoscope. Once he brought his hand down you saw the slim cigarette and then smelt the cherries that followed. “That’s not yours.”

He put that hand down next to you on the railing and stood right in front of you, almost caging you in. “It’s much nicer to share, love.”

“You expect me to share my things when you won’t even share your name?”

“I don’t recall you tellin me yours either.”

“Didn’t think I had to.”

“Really?” His accent seemed more present now when he was all you could hear, not the music or the bustling crowd. “She’s that sure of herself, eh?”

“I can’t help it if most people, especially in a crowd like this, know who I am. Are you telling me you don’t?”

He used his other hand to flick the ashes off over the railing, now really caging you in. You took it from him when he was bringing it up to his mouth, drawing a smooth breath while he gave you a disapproving twitch of his mustache. He didn’t answer your question beyond a shrug.

“I can’t even get a first name out of you? Nothing?”

“How’s Tangerine?”

You smirked with a scoff of a laugh, he didn’t look very happy with that. “Like the fruit?”

“Yes, like the–”

“Your mother named you after a little orange?”

“She didn’t– No, it’s an alias.”

“Ooh, a code name then?”

“Yes.”

“What for? You hiding from something?”

“In a sense.”

“I think you’d have to be. A fake name and a mask, I think you mean business.”

“And what do you fancy that business is?” He traced a finger down your collarbone to the chain of your necklace until he reached the large stone resting on your chest. Usually, such a thing, focusing only on the jewelry, would be an absolute turnoff. But for some reason, it was different when he did it.

“I’d say something–” You were cut off by a strange figure moving at the other end of the balcony. “What was…” It was his turn to smirk at that as another man emerged from the shadows. He was a little bit taller than “Tangerine,” and his coily hair was bleached almost to white besides the roots, but he had the same earring.

“Evenin’, I’m Lemon.”

You rolled your eyes at what your night has come to, you knew better than to go anywhere with strangers with masks and no name. “Oohh, Lemon and Tangerine, clever,” you bit sarcastically and pushed Tangerine off of you a little harder than he must have been expecting with the way he stumbled back.

Lemon looked at Tangerine like he expected such a reaction. “Listen, love,–”

“I’m not your ‘love’,” you mocked his accent and Tangerine tilted his head with his eyebrows raised and his lips in a thin straight line. With a wave of your hand, you let him go on.

“You’re gonna keep the mask on, we’ll walk outta here, real calm, and it’ll all be over soon.”

“I’d really rather not.” You went to take a step back inside but Tangerine caught your arm. Again, really not how you wanted your night to go. You rolled your head to the side and looked at him like he was boring you. You wrenched your arm from his grip and Lemon tried to catch you too, but you ducked under that and landed a swing to Tangerine’s cheek, knocking his mask to the ground. This was one of those rare occasions that he looked better under the mask, but there was no time to dwell on that when he lunged towards you. You dodged that as well, but it was difficult for them to keep you away from the doors and windows so no one inside would notice, and it was difficult for you to watch both of them at once and also move in such a dress.

It was quite a tussle, “Where did you learn to fuckin fight like this?!” Tangerine groaned as you had one arm around his neck and the other under his arm coming over yours, only restricting him as much as you needed to get him to stop.

“Swiss boarding school.”

Lemon huffed with his hands on his knees then stepped towards you. You pushed Tangerine at him and ran to the nearest door. Just as you were stepping into the ballroom, hair a mess and cheek smudged with makeup and blood from one of Tangerine’s rings, someone stepped in front of you and blocked your path. It a second to recognize them but with a blink it was all too clear. Remy pushed you back and Tangerine had you by both wrists behind you.

“Let’s go then,” she said definitively, making you laugh. “What?” She barked.

“Like this? As if everyone isn’t looking at me anyway, I think they might if I look like this.”

“You don’t look any worse than usual.”

“Remington, that is a ridiculous thing to say, and no, I mean people might fucking notice if I look like I’m being kidnapped.”

She nodded to the man behind you and after a sharp strike to the back of your head, you were out.

***

You woke with a twitch of your nose and a throbbing pain to your left cheek and right temple. There was a tickling on your eyelid that made you want to sneeze, and you could feel the cold of the bathroom tile through your skirts. “Stop moving.”

“Can I fucking breathe for a second? Jesus Christ.” She backed off from you and held up the makeup brushes in annoyed surrender.

“Put the mask back on, then we’ll go.”

“Go where?”

“It might be easier if you stay quiet, love.”

You went to push yourself up but your hands were restrained behind your back so you you suffered with turning your aching neck to look at Tangerine instead, noticing his tie was missing. “Might be easier if you let me go, and you kidnap literally anyone any less recognizable.”

He cracked his knuckles and looked like he was going to step towards you but Lemon held him back and started talking about what sounded like Thomas the Tank Engine. The choo choo’s Lemon was saying were not helping their case.

Remington grabbed your chin and looked you over. “You look fine. Put your mask on.” She threw it at you then seemed angry when you didn’t act immediately. Tangerine came behind you and lifted you up and Lemon stood in front and did your mask. In all their years, he had to have been the least professional of all their clientele.

“Is this how you typically spend your Saturdays?”

“Kidnapping ridiculously rich women for other ridiculously rich women?” Lemon asked and you nodded. “It’s usually our day off.”

“You were a special case.” Tangerine said as he untied your wrists and redid his tie.

“How sweet.” You shook out your wrists and Remington took you through back through the halls leading to the ballroom.

You want to run up to one of the guards or guests or literally anyone, you want to throw elbows and break Remington’s jaw, but you don’t know what they have on them, you don’t know if they’re working with anyone else. It’s best to go along with it and keep everyone else safe, just keep your wits about you and your head high. It’s not like you were particularly visible at the moment, walking close to the wall with Tangerine on your left and Lemon on the right between you and the rest of the crowd with both your hands in the crook of their elbows. Your face must have betrayed the depth of your thoughts since Tangerine put his other hand on top of yours, funny of him to try and comfort you when he’s more than aiding in your kidnapping. “Where's the smile? They're going to think I'm holding you hostage, honey.”

“Sorry.” You tried to find some humor in his sarcasm but the reality was tumbling at you too fast and your cheek was beginning to bruise.

“Like I said, it’ll be over soon.”

There was a black car waiting outside, and at least Lemon held the door open for you to get in the back seat then helped make sure none of your skirt got caught in the door. He sat with you and Tangerine drove while Remington sat in the passenger seat. It was hard to stifle a scoff when she tried to put her hand on his wrist as he shifted, only for him to immediately bring it back to the wheel. It was a busy European city, difficult to navigate its crowded streets but he managed.

“Can you roll down the window a little bit? I need some air.” You asked sweetly, meekly so they might be more inclined to acquiesce. Besides the initial fight and your sharp tongue, Tangerine thought you’d been quite cooperative, so he lowered it a few inches.

Just enough space for you to unclasp your necklace and throw it out the window. It was at that horrific moment that the car slowed down exponentially and in the instant Remington saw what you did she let out a horrific scream. Yelling “What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?!?!?” at the top of her lungs like you threw her ten million dollar necklace out the window, not your own. She jumped out the car to go find it and slammed the door behind her just as the traffic was letting up.

“Did she pay you already?” You said hurriedly.

“You think we’d be dealing with her shit if she didn’t.”

“So you’ll drive?”

“To get away from that fuckin bitch? Anything.” He slammed his foot on the gas and wove between cars.

“What about your necklace?” Lemon asked.

“This one?” You pulled it out of your deep pocket and they both whooped and laughed at your cunning.

“You’re something else, love.”

“Thank you.”

“So, where to?” Still going top speed on the now open road.

“Wherever you like.”

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its okay if not but i would love to hear some of your spy thoughts

hohoho :33 i would love to share some of my spy thoughts! obviously most if not all of this is just headcannons and stuff but its sorta just kinda stuff i thought was cool! this is just kinda rambling but i've been wanting to get this stuff down in writing anyways so :3

I think spy probably grew up with pretty shitty parents, and ended up picking up petty thievery and pickpocketting to keep himself afloat (i also feel that ww2 probably influenced him and his childhood a lot but i havent really thought about how yet, maybe he ends up being involved as some sort of communications runner for the french resistance or somthn before he starts spying. also feel like it would make things really tense w/ medic at least when he first joins the mercs) . At some point he ends up meeting the team fortress classic spy, whos impressed by his skills and takes him under his wing to train as a spy apprentice. I hc that pyro and engie also have connections to tfc (pyros mom is the tfc pyro and engies grandfather is the tfc engineer), so they all might have met each other at some point in the past during this time. Spy proceeds to start his own spying career and becomes a pain in the ass of the entirety of tfc. After few decades he gets hunted down by the administrator and gets his contract.

Im torn on the idea of Scouts ma being Spy's like spy partner or whether he meets her during a mission in boston and then falls in love. I like both of them (scouts ma being a spy is awesome), but im leaning toward him meeting her in boston cause i feel like that would make more sense storywise. Spy wanted to name scout remy but scouts ma thought that was too french so she ended up naming scout jeremy.

Heres just some more like general stuff about him cause i got some ideas. Spies got like a shit ton of scars and tattoos and stuff, cause espionage will do that to you, but he's got like a secret disguise in his disguise kit that makes it look like he only has a few cool ones (the only one that knows is medic) (ive actually been implementing this idea into a fanfic that i've been writing but idk if that will ever see the light of day, we'll see i suppose). Spy's probably incredibly paranoid. Bro's got like those like death note-esque precautions in his entire room so he knows if anyone go's in there, and he's a super light sleeper. Hes also is pretty mistrusting of food and drink (hes had a few too many poisoning attempts), so sometimes he'll go a while without eating out of paranoia. Eventually some of the team notices and try to get him more comfortable and trusting with him in regards to that. Engie and Demo will go out of their way to ask him to help them cook so that he knows that the food is safe (he appreciates it a lot, though he probably wont admit it). I think that Spy is actually really similar to scout in like mannerisms (especially when he was younger), but he had to mask it when he began to spy (and also because he wants people to think hes cool). Sometimes that side of him breaks out on the battlefield, or after hes drank a little too much, though i feel like eventually he might let his walls down and be himself a little more with the team.

anyways thats about all i can think of rn!! yayyy thanks for asking :33

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The odds for Remy

1. How old are they?

At the start of the fic, Remy is 17 years old. 3. What is their romantic/sexual orientation?

I would say pansexual, though she doesn’t really get much of a chance to explore relationships with women. 5. What do they look like?

She has light brown hair and blue eyes. Fairly tall with some curves, considered to be relatively pretty. 7. Does their name have a meaning?

Like yeah? But if you mean did I choose it because of its meaning, no. 9. Do they have a good relationship with their family?

Remy’s adoptive parents are workaholics and she feels they don’t often have time for her, which leads to a lot of resentment. Her biological parents are a whole different story, involving many spoilers. 11. Where do they live?

In Hawkins, Indiana. 13. Are they poor, middle-class or wealthy?

Like...upper middle class? 15. Who is their best friend?

It was Nancy, but they fell out at the start of high school. Sadly, Remy doesn’t have many real friends, but she and Nancy will get the chance to rekindle their friendship. She and Robin also have a fun bond. 17. Who is the person they hate most in the world?

Billy Hargrove. 19. Have they ever fallen in love?

Yep, although it takes her some time to admit it. 21. Does that person love them back?

He does, he is taken with her before she even realises her own feelings. 23. Are they a good shoulder to cry on?

Oh god no. Remy dishes out advice in a very blunt fashion, and she is not one to really show a lot of sympathy. She gets better at it, but she’s never the sort of person to sit there and tell you things will be okay if they won’t. 25. How do they handle being complimented?

Absolutely loves it. She preens. She knows she’s pretty and though she wants to be more than just that, she also like people acknowledging that she’s good-looking. 27. Are they very driven?

Initially no. She kind of just goes with the flow. But as time goes on, Remy sort of realises that she’s actually very clever, and could do a lot more with herself. 29. What kind of state is the world that they live in?

I mean, constantly inundated with Upside Down drama, so... 31. Does the character worry about their place in society?

Yeah, I would say so. She doesn’t want to be a stay at home mum and just like an average little lifestyle. 33. Do they like themselves?

Initially, no. She knows she’s not a good person and though she’s come to terms with that, it’s not something she likes about herself. But Remy does work to improve how she interacts with other people. 35. Are they very forgiving?

Absolutely not. 37. Are they trustworthy?

Not to begin with. 39. How do they react to criticism?

Very aggressively. Remy does not like hearing about the things she is doing wrong, but she gets better at accepting it. 41. Can they fight?

In her own way, yes. 43. Have they ever been seriously injured?

Not yet, but we shall see. 45. Do they have any other survival skills?

She has some tricks up her sleeve, I’ll say that for her. 47. How intelligent are they?

Very, though sometimes you wouldn’t know it with how she acts. 49. What is their job?

Currently, a high school student.

#asks #remy saunders

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xelles-archive · 3 years

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Hey, just wanted to drop in and saw that Jose and Din would always be supportive of your interests and would actually be just as enthusiastic about them as you are! The things that you love and get you excited? They make them super happy, because they make *you* happy, and that’s all they could ever ask for.

aaaaaaa fae!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ ;;w;; you're always so kind to me, what did i do to deserve this much kindness fnbgghjg

#SORRY I'M USING MY OLD PHONE RN I DON'T HAVE HEART MEMES TO USE SHDHDHDH #i was having a kinda bad time earlier so this just- *explodes from overwhelming*#i'm really glad to know that my mans will always support me ;w;#i love them so much!!!!!#also have u seen my new f/o :0 #her name is remi! and i love her so much <33 #she's an oc btw owo #mutuals: drops by #me: hey have you seen remi-#JSHHSHSHDH. LOOK. I JUST WANT Y'ALL TO MEET MY GIRL ALRIGHT #anyway. *blows a kiss to you* /p ty fae!!!!!#xelle.answered #faeir tag 🎴#reminders™

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Er... Pinned Post?

MINOR

TAKEN

So... I have a lot of names-

Lixen, Syra ( pronounced Suh i rah), Venus, China Remy or Remus so on... Anything planets and Space and birds I can do. Honestly I don't really mind. Oooo Flower names! I'd love to be called Flower names but that's a lot to request-

If you are really mad at me call me Joanne.

If something is urgent call me Jay.

I love the nickname honey or sweetie :))

Pronouns yes pronouns. I don't mind to much- I mean they vary. Pandgender gender fluid! Anyone else? Tell me yours ( if your comfy ofc ). I tend to use she/her but sometimes he/him and more often they/them and neopronouns like fae/faer and xe/xem are cool too.

I like different things depending on the time of day sometimes pastel and sometimes dark. I like dark academia though! If someone makes me a mood board I love you so much- Im a Slytherin.

I get sleep drunk and stuff, I get weird when I'm sleep drunk. I have ( self diagnosed ) anxiety and anorexia. My anxiety means I panic and say stupid things and then I just can't do anything. Sometimes I can't control what I say or when I lie ( compulsive lying I think ) Daddy issues and a lot of my irl friends are hella toxic. I get burn out sometimes. I have a tendancy to overwork because we just love the feeling that you're never good enough. So I'm very on and off. I use this app as an escapism and coping method so... yeah- I always have a headache so I can be very cranky. I promise I'm not mean though! If I do something that upsets you just tell me!

I have a lot of gender dysphoria within me. If you want some come get it! I never really had gender euphoria so tell me what's it like? Half the time I have no idea what my gender is. Mind you it sucks. I'm going through a just confused, sad and lacking motivational episode. Just a very f- everyone time. I'm having troubles irl and that seriously impacts me here.

If anyone has sleep tips do tell! Or like how to cut of friends who make you hate yourself.

I'm here for sanders sides, Mha maybe DSMP which would be the three main ones!

With Sanders Sides I take writing requests just not Thomas X Side or you know... the other one...

Mha, I'm new so-

DSMP, I'm new so-

Hmmm I have an art blog ( which I never post on lol )

Mostly this one will be reblogs and writing!

I love music. Please please please recommend me new songs!!! And art! Landscapes and the sky in particular. I really like astronomy stuff! I adore flowers to! I like the representation that comes with them. New languages please teach me new languages!! If anyone can do grammar, teach me your secrets-

Asks and Dms are always open! I don't really do anonymous though ( sorry I get that might put people of )

If you got this far, thanks!!! You're amazing wonderful person!!!

This is my discord server, here you will find my discord account <33

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thessalian · 3 years

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Alisaie: 33, 50, 63. Jallira: 11, 14, 67. Cassie: 10, 13, 15. :D

Alisaie

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

Her greatest fear is easy - being tainted by the black shit. Losing her wings, being this terrifying avatar of corruption and probably being obliged in not only hurting those she loves most but revelling in it? Nope. As to how she’d react ... well, she’d call in whatever contingency she could. Something she’s not telling any of you: she had her hair comb from Ava enchanted in a very specific way when she was doing her solo-shopping for Aurilmas. Basically, she had Disintegrate stored in it. If there is literally no way but her death to avoid being tainted by the black shit, and the party can’t or won’t kill her, she activates it and becomes ash, so the black shit doesn’t even have her corpse to defile. She’s pretty calm about death in the face of that fear, since the alternative is so much worse, and she has contingencies so she’s cool. Plus she knows Remi has the means for a True Resurrection if such becomes necessary, so it might not even have to be forever.

50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing?

I think both she and I would describe her clothes as ‘variable’. For all her wardrobe is kind of minimal at the moment, at least compared to how she’d like it to be, Alisaie likes to dress for location and occasion, and to be noticed. In Egref, she can take that into a sort of interesting cross between cyberpunk and rockabilly - leather trousers, corset, leather jacket. Most everywhere else, she sticks to midriff peasant top, soft but tight trousers or a short loose flowing skirt, sometimes a half-corset sort of linking the two. Fancy dresses are saved for special occasions - like meeting her lover’s parents, for instance. For footwear she prefers soft boots or flats; something that gives her ankles full range of movement (and she avoids high heels because she’s taller than Remi already and likes kissing Remi enough to avoid making that awkward).

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

Remi smiling. People enjoying themselves (especially if they don’t do it very often). Flying. Dancing. Hearthhome kids being cute.

Jallira

11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be?

Technically, Jallira has made her mark on history - treatment for early-stage rakghoul plague and treatment for a bunch of other things - and she’s content enough with that. Even if history forgets her name (hell, especially if history forgets her name; she’s not big on recognition), her work means that people who might otherwise have died can live.

14. What is their favorite food? How often do they get to eat it?

It took a very long time, but Jallira finally found an absolute favourite. Unfortunately, it’s a Miraluka recipe - a seafood casserole where most of the ingredients are only found on Alpheridies. She refuses to tell anybody this because she worries it’ll get back to Alti and Alti will do something ... well, extreme is a word ... to ensure a regular supply of the necessary ingredients and she doesn’t want to have to deal with the Sene Council on that scale. So she mostly just says ‘waffles’ when asked.

67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room?

Much like her husband, Jallira keeps things orderly, with a place for everything and everything in its place. Given that she’s conventionally blind, this makes her life easier on a lot of levels - not to mention that between doctor and Jedi, she knows the value of order and hygiene. And E-3 has cleaning protocols so even when they get really busy in lab or medbay or wherever, things stay tidy.

Cassie

10. What are some of their talents/skills?

She’s a pretty good shot for a thirteen year old. She rides reasonably well. She can cook. She can sew and knit, and she was the one who made the plush toys in the household. And then there’s that whole “She has the Sight” thing and a few other literally God-given talents that she’s still in the process of figuring out.

13. What do they do for fun?

‘Fun’ is kind of a hard one to manage when most of your life involves keeping body and soul together on the farm, but she did used to enjoy playing with her younger siblings. She’ll be watching her mentor and her mentor’s friends for some idea of what ‘fun’ is going to look like from now on, if there’s to be any at all.

15. What was something their parents taught them?

From her mother, she got gardening tips, cookery tips, needlework skills, and, “Don’t focus so hard on survival that you forget how to live” (this when she made her first awkward plush toy and then felt bad about using up the fabric). From her father? Shooting, riding, more cookery tips and “Never be ashamed of who you are, where you come from and what you can do. All of it just shows that you’re loved and valued - by us and by whatever higher power guided things to this point, anyway, and anyone who feels different’s just stupid”.

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bleepblopbloop56 · 5 years

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The Murder In The Dressing Room

Chapter 5: Smile

Chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, ao3

Warnings: myrder, blood, gore, graphic descriptions of getting killed, needles, some unwanted kisses, really this just is my favorite chapter but its the most graphic

And like i say ever chapter @pathos-logical did all the heavy lifting and i love her more than i love myself

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"Where do we go from here?" Remy muttered- here being a total dead end. For what felt like the hundredth time, he scanned over everything pinned up on Logan's walls. The whole thing looked a lot more like something you'd see on TV than how they usually did things, but Logan was always one for more old-school methods. Remy was fairly sure that when he’d started on the job, he'd been hoping to be much more of a black and white film noir detective than he'd turned out to be.

No matter how many times they'd looked over Logan's notes, the end result was nothing. Neither location had security cameras, and there was no DNA, no fingerprints, no footprints, and no witnesses. All they had was a mask, and Roman.

And what little they did have didn't make any sense. The murders seemed frantic and uncalculated, resembling crimes of passion rather than stone cold murders. And yet the killer never left a trace, implying they had planned every detail.

"Alright, alright," Logan groaned, throwing himself into his chair and rubbing his temples. "Let's do this again. So our timeline is…?" he trailed off. Remy scowled at Logan's expectant look, but he heaved an aggravated sigh and laid out the case for the umpteenth time.

"So, for the hundred and first time! At 5 o’ clock Monday afternoon, Thomas Sanders arrived at the Star Theater." Remy pointed to the very start of the board. "His performance ended at 8:25, and cast members can recall seeing him in the theater until around 9:30." He stopped to grab a sip of his drink before pushing forward. "He never returned home that night, and at 6:42, Tuesday morning, his roommate Roman Cardona Rodriguez-" Logan glared as Remy exaggeratedly rolled the "R's"- "had called in a dead body wearing a theater masks he'd found in dressing room number three, time of death unknown." Remy sighed, pushing his sunglasses on top of his head. No matter how many times he went over it, nothing cleared up.

"Three days later at around 7 o’clock, Roman left Remus Rodriguez’ home, claiming he was still alive when he left. You two had a makeout session in the parking lot, and at 12:56 am you and Roman discovered a dead body, also wearing a mask. Obvious signs of struggle, and as you said, Roman was found with a fresh bruise he claims was also from Remus. Is that enough for you, Specs, or will I need to do it a hundred and second time?"

Logan ignored him, mind racing a million miles per hour. "And the only connection is… Roman…" he mumbled to himself, throwing his head forward onto the desk and groaning. "Well, since we know it's not Roman-" Remy cut him an exasperated glare but didn't say anything- "the murderer has to be someone who knows him. Did he state why he moved back?"

Remy picked up a file and skimmed through it. "The official statement is he broke up with his fiance." Logan jumped so hard Remy could hear his knees bang against the desk. "Off-record, he stated that his man was getting into some sketchy bullshit that he didn't want to be a part of." In all honesty, most of Remy's investigations were off the record. He found that connecting to a suspect like a human got him way more information than Logan's methods, even if they weren't exactly as professional. Or legal.

"His fiance…" For a second Logan didn't say anything else, trying to avoid showing how much his heart stung at the words. But as if struck by lightning, he suddenly sat up in his seat. "That's a motive… Remy, that's our first lead!" Logan exclaimed. "An angry ex-fiance who wants to make Roman's life a living hell by killing off everyone he loves!"

He leapt into action, scribbling in his notebook before moving to type frantically on his computer, but Remy's reaction to the possible lead was unusually subdued.

"That's not good," Remy said quietly. Sometimes pushing puzzle pieces together meant revealing a much darker picture than you'd expected.

"What do you mean? Of course it's good! We have a suspect- now all we have to do is find out who this guy is and pull him in for questioning," Logan smiled, but the expression dropped off his face when Remy continued.

"No, you idiot. I mean if this dude's killing everyone Roman loves, doesn't that make you a target?" Logan froze. "Roman left this guy for you, doesn't that put you on his hit list?"

Shit.

Virgil got home at exactly 5:30 pm every single day. Routines eased his anxiety, so he had settled into one. He got off work at 5, reached home by 5:30, and changed into his pajamas by 5:33.

The door was unlocked when he came home, and that was the first sign his routine would be broken today.

"Logan?" he called, setting his bag down where he always did and continuing through the house. Logan's bedroom door was standing wide open, but the lights were off. Logan never left without closing his door. "Logan? Dude?" No response.

Virgil was no stranger to anxiety, but something about this felt different. Something in the air was making it feel like all of the blood was being drained out of his body, making his hands shake at his sides and a pit form in his stomach.

He stepped into the bedroom, trying to tell himself he'd just been watching too many Buzzfeed Unsolved videos. That he was just being paranoid and making up ridiculous theories. That an unlocked door didn't mean he was in trouble.

Virgil switched on the lights, jerking his head around to look for a demon or intruder, anything.

There was nothing. See? Paranoi-

A gloved hand suddenly clawed its way over his mouth, a knife to his throat. He needed to scream, he needed to scream, and nothing was coming out.

Fight-

or flight-

or freeze.

But… the man wasn’t doing anything. There was a second where the loudest sound was Virgil’s heartbeat in his ears, and then the man spoke.

“You’re not Logan.” The words were clipped, cool, but there was an edge to them as sharp as the knife at Virgil’s throat. The man stayed still behind him, steady against Virgil’s increasingly fast breaths. Was this a mugging? Was this how muggings were supposed to go? Did robbers usually know the names of the people they were stealing from? Did they hold knives to people’s necks and then just stand there?

“Who are you?”

Virgil couldn't say anything. All of the words in his head were swamped together, getting caught in his throat and leaving him unable to make anything but a choked noise in reply.

"Answer. Me,” he growled low into his ear, tightening his grip on Virgil so hard he almost wondered if he was going to crack a bone before Virgil could say anything...

"V- Virgil." The name sounded wrong on his own tongue, like everything in his body was telling him not to say a word.

The man pulled him against his chest, walking slowly with him over to the bed.

"Hello, Virgil." He drawled out the name, testing how it sounded. Virgil still couldn't see his face, but he could hear the smirk in his voice. "Come on, Virgil, be nice, say hello back to me!" He pressed the knife a little harder before he moving his hand down to let Virgil speak.

"H- hi…" he forced out, breathing hard. The guy smelled like he'd been drinking and like he used too much cologne. Tears started to run down his face, and Virgil thanked all the gods he didn't believe in that Logan and Patton were out of the house.

"Is this where good old Detective Logan lives?" the man asked, far too casually for the fact that he was holding Virgil at knifepoint. Mindful of the knife at his throat, Virgil shook his head no. If he couldn't save himself, he could at least give Logan a chance.

The man pulled his hair back, pressing the knife against his neck harder until it began to draw blood. "WRONG ANSWER!" he shrieked. "Would you like to try lying to me again?"

Virgil desperately tried to shake his head without slitting his own throat, barely containing a plea for the man to just stop.

"Good boy!" he smiled, voice suddenly back to smooth and casual. The pressure against Virgil's neck eased, but the man's hand kept him in place. "Now… Does. Detective. Logan. Live. Here," he growled into his ear. Virgil nodded, all thoughts of bravery from before escaping his mind as he began to cry harder. He felt like he was going to puke, and he was barely getting in enough air. But despite all that, he did his best to stay quiet for the man with the knife.

"Even though you're a lying little bitch," he snarled, running a hand through Virgil's hair and making him tremble even harder, "I think I like you. So let's make this as painless as possible, hmm?" He reached into his bag, pulling out something Virgil couldn't see. For a split second, Virgil wondered what it could be, but he got his answer soon enough.

The man leaned in slowly, and it took everything in Virgil not to pull away from the sensation of his breath against his neck. He kissed the spot slowly, holding Virgil’s trembling body against his like he wanted to draw this out as long as possible.

The man paused as he pulled back. He looked with satisfaction at the spot he had kissed, now slightly red but not bad enough to bruise- and used it as a target, plunging a syringe deep into Virgil's neck.

Virgil cried out in pain, sobs shuddering through his body. It only took a moment before he realized he couldn't blink, couldn't even move his eyes. And then the numbness spread- first to his fingers, then his arms and legs, until it was clear the only thing keeping him in a sitting position was the hand at his back. And- god, was his throat closing up?

The man behind him shushed him softly. "There you go, Virgil, it's okay- all done, see?" he soothed, pulling out the needle and putting it back in his bag. The way he was speaking was horribly reminiscent of how Logan would hush Patton when giving him medicine or changing a diaper.

The man laid him down on the bed, gently running a hand through his hair, and through the black spots beginning to crowd the edges of his vision, Virgil finally got a good look at his face. Green eyes, crooked nose- the kind you'd get if you've had it broken a few times- and a bright red scar across one side of his face. There was no crazy thrill or adrenaline behind his eyes like Virgil might have expected. In fact, he looked perfectly calm.

That was somehow worse.

The man smiled down at him, clearly reveling in his panic. "Y'know, at first I came here for my good friend Detective Grey," he said, getting up and monologuing like an honest-to-god Disney villain. God, Virgil couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe- "But then you came in. I didn't expect lil ol Logan to have a roommate!" He strolled up to the dresser, where a framed picture of Logan holding Patton was proudly displayed.

"Or two, based on the decor…" He looked around, taking in the baby toys strewn across the floor, how half of Logan's room had been transformed into a nursery. He popped the picture out of the frame, folding it up and shoving it in his pocket. "I think I'd like to play with him a bit more… You gave me an idea, Virgil! I'm so proud!" Virgil's chest was burning, and he'd long since lost control of his body. But he was still awake, he was still aware, why couldn't this nightmare end-

The man began rummaging in his bag, and for a moment Virgil hopped it was a gun to finish him off. But instead he pulled out a bright gold mask with an eerie smile carved in.

"Why do you look so sad?!" he cooed, placing the mask on top of Virgil's face right as the black overtook his vision.

"Smile."

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dishonoredrpg · 4 years

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Congratulations, HAYLEY! You’ve been accepted for the role of THE EMPEROR with the faceclaim of REMY HII. I think that The Emperor can be easily misinterpreted -- he’s selfish, and snotty, and altogether arrogant, and I worried when writing his skeleton that people might try to make him likable, or perhaps redeemable. What a joy, an honor, a delight for me to realize that Reynaud was not even remotely close to likable! What an asshole! An idiot sandwich! His haughtiness was so well-embodied, and when you combined that with his spite, and his strange mix of love-and-fear he feels towards his father, I knew I was set. He’s going to absolutely wreak havoc, assuming he learns to grow up a little bit, and I’ll be waiting in the wings when it happens.

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OOC NAME: Hayley PRONOUNS: she/her AGE: 23 TIMEZONE, ACTIVITY LEVEL: EST, I’m on daily and for a few hours usually. If I’m not on the dash I’m usually easily reachable on discord for plotting! ANYTHING ELSE?: Questions? Comments? Concerns? IN CHARACTER SKELETON: The Emperor NAME: Reynaud Septimus Galien Valmont FACECLAIM: Remy Hii, Daniel Kaluuya (though I’m open to many more options depending on his relatives!) AGE: 33 DETAILS: What about this character interested you? Who are they to you? This can be as long or short as you want it to be, in whatever format you prefer. The Emperor is an ass. He’s pompous and selfish and arrogant and prideful and cruel and just. Overall not a good guy. He’s everything his father is wrapped up in a beautifully woven blanket of daddy issues and neglect. He’s terrible and perhaps, in a sense, helps to highlight how bad of a ruler Septimus is simply with his existence. I love the antagonistic role he brings to the group, simply because he’s cruel for little reason other than he can be, other than it’s one of the only ways he can display the power and influence that he has (or that he thinks he should have) as a prince. Silver spoons aren’t enough - he wants gold. But at the same time, I’m so drawn to him because that’s not all there is to him. Sure, he’s the worst and there’s no excusing that, but there’s also this complex sadness and fear that’s been brewing inside of him for years, mostly thanks to his father. He could easily be dismissed as the rich kid with daddy issues trope, but I see much more to that. I don’t see him as someone who acts out for attention from his father. I see him as someone who has adopted cruelty and acts on it because he wants some sort of following from the kingdom. He’s cruel to command fear, because it seems to be the only thing that’s worked for his father, and he has adapted it as his own. He takes up space to turn heads, of course. Instead of acting out for attention of Septimus, he’s adopted his father’s likeness, hoping instead it will make Septimus see him as an equal. It doesn’t, of course. There’s a lot of emotions that can be played at within him, as well. There’s the desperation to find some sort of appreciation from his father. There’s the frustration at not getting any respect from those around him. There’s the jealousy and anger towards his cousin and sister for taking on appearances he believes were meant for him. All of these are volatile things that fuel the plain and simple fact that he’s not a good person. But there’s also the fear of not being good enough, for his father and for the kingdom. There’s the trauma of the war and how it haunts him. There’s the numbness to loss that rots at his heart. But there’s also a shred of curiosity, like how he looks at the Wheel of Fortune. There’s realization of what he’s done and how he can proceed. There’s soft touches of light that would be difficult to hold onto and even more difficult to follow, if he was committed to doing so - what I mean to say is there’s potential there. But for now he’s an absolute awful person parading around, showing off his wealth, and taking candy from small children. What I find most interesting about how I’ve envisioned him is that there have been a few times there could have been a turning point but there hasn’t. His mother dying could have made him want to live more like her, rather than like Septimus. Losing his wife and child could have made him want to strive for better. Of course, none of it did, because so much of his deity hinged on his father, who never wavered through all of this. I think that’s a driving force in what has made him, too, numb to tragedy. But now he has this piece of identity that is wholly his and is not his father’s - the trauma of this war and his actions - and there is perhaps change that has the potential to stem from this. After all, it’s mixed with fear, and he is realizing perhaps fear is not the answer any longer. I think real change will come from the fear of having to take the throne because it stems from hs fear of not being respected (of course, he’ll never let anyone know that this is a legitimate thing, but still). He could buy anything he wants and hold all the power he wants and still that doesn’t mean that anyone has to admire or respect him for it. He is learning that fear doesn’t work. Fear and anger towards King Vasily only ended with his head in his hands. Fear has never made his home nation the greatness it swore itself to be, and he’s only just starting to realize that. BACKGROUND: What is this character’s history? Where do they come from? What makes them the way that they are? When Reynaud was born, there should have been a celebration so grand it shook the castle. For a king to learn he now has a son, an heir to the kingdom, someone to follow in his footsteps, King Septimus should have rejoiced. There was a celebration, and the kingdom did feel excitement at the image of a bright-eyed baby boy upon the balcony. But his father? Nothing, barely a smile as he raised a glass. Because to Septimus, Reynaud was another acquisition, yet another possession to draw attention to him before he placed it on the shelf to gather dust. But Reynaud didn’t allow himself to gather dust - he was worth too much to not receive the finest polish upon his armor. He received all the finest things a young prince should - the best tutors and the finest gifts and the strongest horse and whatever else he could conjure up in his mind - but he lacked the one thing he truly needed: guidance. And yet, it appears as if he got it, for the lack of his father’s presence in his life made him only strive to be more and more like him, not by following guidance Septimus gave him (for there was none of that to be found) but by studying the intricacies of the glances of his father he could steal. He watched as cold hands wrapped firmly around the arms of the throne, and taught his own to be just as tough and cold and cruel as they wrapped about a sword. He listened as a voice demanded with authority and so he demanded and demanded until whatever he could want was thrown in his lap, if only to shut him up. He studied the way his father held his chin high and shoulders back, and pumped arrogance and pride into his own muscles, while simultaneously pumping gluttony into his belly the same way he watched his father do evening after evening. And still, none of this got him the audience he wanted. Reynaud was still a child to Septimus, after all, and children were to be obedient, not demand respect of their own. Responsibility had to become him, and that was really the only other time his father gave him more than a moment’s glance, when sending him off to war for the first time. The only other instance he was given a shred of the attention a father should give was when his mother, a queen several marriages ago, passed, and it was only in the form of that same cold grip upon his son’s shoulder. Reynaud did not realize Septimus gripped him the same way he gripped that throne. Reynaud did not realize Septimus gripped him to wield him just the same. And yet, wielding him did not make him feel as useful as he should. Every moment, he adapts the cruelty of his father, pushing judgment the same way Septimus did upon those around him. He’s earned it, after all, for few have been kind to him. His mother, though nurturing and soft-spoken (weak, he would call it in others, but never in her), was gone, and with her, any kindness that could have been fostered in him. His first wife, Eleanora, a darling dutchess, was also gone, and with her the child they’d been expecting together. She was not so loving to him, for he was not so sweet to her. She rarely looked at him with adoration. She was, however, the only person to look at him with respect. She was the beacon of a bowed head that highlighted the refusal of others to do the same; where she vowed to respect and honor him, no one else was held to such standards. He mourned her, but silently. Instead, Reynaud broke every bit of identity in his bones to mold himself in the shape of his father, only for Septimus to show obvious favor towards his cousin. After all, Eleanora’s death only drove a wedge between the kingdoms it was supposed to unify, and for that, Septimus blames Reynaud. It fills him with anger. It boils golden ichor in his veins, for there is much that is rightfully his he fears he does not have the hands to claim, for his father trained the hands of another to grasp it swifted than he. So he goes to war, again and again, returning with triumph after triumph and trophy after trophy, desperate to prove himself - and when it doesn’t, at least it strokes his ego, already big enough to fill the castle. He goes to Koldam, and on that hill in the distance, he appears a pillar of strength upon his horse. He watches colleagues die beside him, bodies bloodied and brutalized - he should be used to this, he knows. And yet, there is something different about this war and this battlefield. He is numb, and yet it’s as if the spirits of the men who died take shelter inside his mind, whispering constantly, reminding him of images he cannot escape. He wonders why, never stopping to think it was his actions that lead to their deaths, it was his brash decision in a battle that got them all killed. They plead and plead every time he closes his eyes and he isn’t quite sure what they’re begging for, but all he knows is that he wants them to stop. He was never in the business of serving others and he wasn’t going to start now, but perhaps the silence is more self-serving, and so, the battle wages on. It’s his gritted teeth and cruel disposition that lead the army to storm the castle. It’s his determined footsteps and pride that march him down the halls to the throne room, making a grocery list of the lavish items he’d like to claim along the way. Face to face with the King of Koldam, he defeated him in battle. But it was his trembling hands that delivered the final blow, for there was a moment when he held the King’s sweat-soaked hair, neck exposed and primed for his blade, that he did not see Vasily’s face on the brink of death. Instead, he saw his own, and his eyes began to water and blink furiously, trying to change the image. They were close in age, after all, foolish and brash and wanting all the same. Instead of seeing an adversary, he saw a mirror, or perhaps a future, and the sight was nearly enough to make him release the King in horror. But he knew what he had to do, and so he swung, and finally Vasily’s face dangled lifeless from his white-knuckled grip. The others returned with silver and silk and the warm glow of victory, but not Reynaud. He returns with the head of a king and the demons that follow, a pandora’s box of horror he’s unleashed. And yet, that was still not enough. His father can barely look him in the eye, can’t even meet him in the throne room like this matter deserves, and what does he get for all of his work? For ending this war and bringing the prizes back to his father? A sigh. His hands still tremble, but now it is anger and desperation that makes them shake. Why won’t he look at him and see his equal? Why won’t he look at him and see someone even worth acknowledging? Now, the tides can turn. They haven’t before, no matter how many storms have passed through, but they could now. After all, most people would expect a prince in his position, greedy and spiteful and arrogant, to dream of the day they can snatch the crown from the cold, dead head of his father. And yet, even as he put another man’s bloodied crown on display, he still could not wish for this day - in fact, he almost feared it. No one looked at him as he put the trophy of his victory in the case, just like his father could not meet his eye, and Reynaud fears this is all that awaits him. No one to listen. No one to respect. Fear, he thinks logically, is the only option, as that’s what his father has done for as long as he could remember. But now, he begins to wonder if that’s what’s right, if that’s what will do this kingdom any good, because God knows Septimus hasn’t. Still he fears a kingdom crumbling in his own hands. Midas turned everything he touched to gold, but Reynaud only knew how to turn everything to ash, to nothing. PLOT IDEAS: What developmental plots could you see yourself pursuing with your character during your time in the group? It’s recommended that you list at least 3. The idea of making Reynaud come face to face with a very real possibility of having to take the throne is something I’m really interested in exploring! Obviously he knows this day must come eventually, but with recent events, I think he’ll come to realize it may be sooner than he thought. I want to see him gear up to do this, to try and make others respect and fear him at first. But maybe somewhere down the line he’ll realize this isn’t working, this never worked, and seek this change that’s been bubbling in the pit of his stomach since the war ended. I want to see him grapple with the greed and pride he’s been spoon-fed his entire life, as well as with the jealousy and anger towards the favoritism his father always showed towards the Chariot and the real threat he poses to the throne. I’m interested to see how Reynaud reacts to this growing fear of possibly taking the throne as well as the self-evaluation he’s started. He’s beginning to wonder if fear is the best or only option, and if things haven’t been working for him (let alone if the things he’s mirrored from his father are working for the kingdom, but he’s selfish and only thinks about himself) if this is cause for change or for doubling down. On one hand, he could progress and learn there must be another way to earn either his father’s attention or just the general respect of others, taking bits of advice from others and lots of clumsy missteps along the way. On the other, he could just double down and try and be the biggest asshole possible, sinking further into cruelty and arrogance and pride in the hopes of making others fear him. It’s what he knows, it’s who he was before all of this, and familiarity is comfortable, after all. I know the above two plots sound really similar, but the first is about his external reaction and his physical plans about taking the throne, while the other is more about internal searching and a growing response to fear (which also includes the trauma he’s experienced on the battlefield recently) I’m curious to see what, if anything, could drive Reynaud to rebellion, or at least his response to rebellion. I know things are fragmented right now, and neither allegiance is united or even really aware of one another. But as things ramp up, and depending on his development in the prior two categories (in his success or failure in trying to prove his worthiness of being heir to the throne (either by his father’s standards or in the eyes of the citizens) and/or how well (or poorly) he’s understood or faced the fears that swim in his mind), I want to explore if there is anything that his father could do, or anything anyone could say, to convince Reynaud that perhaps Septimus isn’t fit for the throne any longer. I also want to see how he reacts to these rebels, in turn, whether he could be convinced into at least sympathizing with their task or even joining it (be it because it’s the right thing to do or because of selfish reasons), or if he would lead a force against them, be it to secure his father’s approval or of his own fears of not being ready to take the throne should they succeed in their desire to see Septimus removed from it. CHARACTER DEATH: I’m comfortable with this! I completely understand the consequences and as the heir (and not exactly the best choice to be one), it’s fair to say his life could come into play. So yeah off him babey who’s rly gonna cry for this jerk (me it’s me I’m gonna cry) WRITING SAMPLE On the ride back from Koldam, everything is different. The air smells different, the smell and taste of iron sticking to his nostrils, his throat, his lungs. The grass looks different, red in the places others have perished and brown in the places where it, too, has died. It was as if the death of King Vasily had brought to the surrounding area a plague of even more death, the ground grieving for the man who once ruled it. There’s a fog that settles over the land, as if the sky, too, grieves. The weight of the moment settles in just as humid as the fog, and Reynaud finds himself choking on the thickness of it all. The thick fog. The dense realization of what he has done. His horse moves slowly, the head dangling from a grip turning pale his bloodstained knuckles. Where there should be haughty celebration and a braggadocious tongue, there was only silence. Pride and arrogance were the Prince’s two most prominent flavors, with gluttonous and cruel trailing not so far behind, so one could imagine he would have much to say and even more to parade around about. And yet, he is still, the weight of the head dragging down more than just his hands, but rather weighing down upon his shoulders and mind, as well. For a moment, he saw himself. Foolish, arrogant, young. While he tried to be the mirror image of his father, Reynaud only succeeded in seeing his reflection in Vasily’s fearful eyes in that moment. This could be his fate. This could be his head. The thought of his eventual throne becoming a guillotine ties a knot in his stomach. He feels sick. He’s jolted from his thoughts at the repeated question from a fellow soldier, riding on his horse a few meters away. They ask if something’s wrong. They poke and prod for weakness in a man who believed he showed none, or at least refused to do so. He will not be made a mockery of. Reynaud reminds himself that he is the hero of this story, not its tragic victim. “I’m fine,” he replies, abrupt and cold in his tone. “You’d be wise to keep going, lest you want to be next.” The threat is empty. He knows that. They know that. A prince can only hold so many heads in his hand and survive the journey home. EXTRAS Pinterest! He’s definitely told someone (or multiple people, for that matter), “you’re more convincing when you’re on your knees” and I hate him for it. I’m not gonna put this in the app but just know he doesn’t know where the clit is. I hate him.

#accepted #accepted: the emperor

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tayyababeautysalon · 4 years

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50 Celebrity Hairstyles With Curly Hair

Believe me or not but it’s a fact that Curly hair looks stunning. Mostly ladies follow the celebrities when they think about hairstyling. But do you have any idea that how many celebrities have their naturally curly hair? If you haven’t natural curls, you don’t worry at all because you can create perfect curls with a Flat iron. It can give your hair a classy look that you admire. So in this article lets see the top 50 Hollywood actress with their gorgeous Curls hairstyle. 1. Zooey Deschanel

Deschanel is no doubt the natural beauty of the Hollywood industry. Her fans praise her due to her radiant blue eyes. But let me assure you that she has also beautiful hairs with natural wavy curls. She normally pushes her stresses with side-swept bangs to make them more vibrant. 2. Evan Rachel Wood

Many celebrities are there who don't need any makeup, Even Rachel is also one of them. Her wavy curls become more threatened when she arrives in any event. Lip shade with dark color can make it more magical that can shock anybody! 3. Taylor Swift

Straighten hair are generally the signature hairstyle of Taylor. But the recent picture of Taylor with Curly bangs depicts that she is the role model for all her fans. Her hairstyle becomes trendy when she adopts it to surprise her fans. She is a Gorgeous and Versatile lady. 4. Shakira

Shakira has naturally gifted by the Curly hair. But when she turns her tresses to Layered side waves. It makes a strong statement! Her streak hair locks remind us of the memories of Super hit song Waka Waka. Her lively curly hair transfers much energy into her concert. 5. Scarlett Johansson

Johansson is not only a beautiful American actress but a wonderful singer as well. She was the highest-paid actress all over the world till 2018. She is the icon so she is much famous due to her layered tresses. When adding some blonde shade to it, can't let you breathe at that moment. 6. Selena Gomez

Being a professional singer and producer Selena is Superstar. She get much appreciation at a quite early age. You can see her in multiple hairstylings like Layered bangs, and side waves. Her curly stresses looks quite vibrant that can make you silent! 7. Sarah Jessica Parker

Parker is only actress who has won Golden globe awarded for four times. She is stylish and glamorous American lady who is quite famous due to her natural curly hair. Her golden hair doesn't need any blonde shade to get it more famous. Gorgeous and Untamed! 8. Salma Hayek

Salma's bold look and charismatic personality admires everyone. She doesn't compromise on her Black tresses with natural curls. Even a casual appearance with Silver necklace is enough to get her a fantasy look that can please her fans a lot. 9. Sarah Hyland

Sarah's Concerts are full of energy and enthusiasm. She get a height of fame after getting guild award. She has naturally layered tresses which looks stunning when she add some curls in it. It makes her more graceful when performing zeal and zest! 10. Rihanna

Natural curls are the trade mark of Rihanna. Curly Bun with Blue eyes builds a statement if it appears with a beautiful Necklace. Rihanna is quite a versatile Singer who rapidly changes her looks to get her fans inspired. She isn't a magical singer but a charming lady as well. 11. Reese Witherspoon

Reese is another beautiful model and Actress who was the highest paid actress all over the world till 2019. Her magical expressions and wavy hair makes her just incredible towards her fans. 12. Rachel McAdams

Her smile only depicts that a Canadian beauty can rock the Hollywood industry. She is quite a versatile lady who looks quite different every time. A Recent picture of Rachel with her short curls is a quite pleasant gesture for her breathtaking audience. 13. Olivia Wilde

Who can underestimate you if you are charismatic like Olivia. She is quite famous into her fans with Remy Thirteen. She looks gorgeous in many hair updos. A young look with curly hair looks magnificent which can't compare with anything else. 14. Olga Kurylenko

France is not only famous for deodorants but Olga Kurylenko is also beautiful reason to justify it. Here is quite a young picture of Olga with typical curly bangs. Can't you mess out with such a versatile model with a layered tresses. 15. Nicole Kidman

Five time Golden globe award winner is none other than that of Nicole Kidman. No one can deny that As much as she is a wonderful actress, she is also graceful women on earth. She normally has straighten wavy hair but her young age photo in curly hair shows that she looks stunning in every look. 16. Natalie Portman

Natalie's curly tresses makes her iconic American model and Actress. When you have bold features and layered side waves, you never need much to express yourself. 17. Minka Kelly

Who is unaware of charlie's Angels and beautiful Minka Kelly. She always inspire her fans with her fantastic acting skills. But her appearance admires her fans also. She comes always in different look and her layered tresses makes her more gorgeous than any other. 18. Mila Kunis

When a Russian Glamour girl joins Hollywood she rocks the world. Mila kunis isn't only a great actress but she is the royal beauty with her radiant wavy tresses. No need to any hairstyling if you have a charismatic features like Kunis. 19. Megan Fox

Megan is quite concerned with her Black layered Bangs. Even she has quite vast exposure regarding acting but you occasionally see her with a weird hairstyling. She normally appears with big bangs or side swept waves and sometimes she hired a few curls. But you never know what would be Next! 20. Charlize Theron

A beautiful Picture memorize the Golden days of a wonderful South African Actress Charlize Theron. Her cute smile and a curly Bob cut reveals that she is an extremely gorgeous lady with tremendous acting skills as well. She proved herself in the leading elites of Hollywood models. 21. Marilyn Monroe

When we heard about Blonde Bombshell one name strikes to our mind which is none other than Marilyn Monroe. She was the role for all the young American Actresses. She remained associate with bob cut in different looks. Short bob with curls or bangs were the most charming one's of that beautiful lady. 22. Malin Akerman

Malin' Fans not only admire the voice of her beloved vocalist. But they are much fascinated from her blue eyes with her trending golden tresses. She enjoys her lively short curls in her each concert. when a rocking celebrity performs, it gives a strong feeling to her audience. 23. Maggie Grace

Another beautiful Actress and wonderful model who is known for her dynamic expression is Maggie grace. Her flying bob curls tells us entirely a different story. She oftenly wear such type of funky hairstyles. 24. Kristen Bell

A slight puff with curly short bob can be more than sufficient to make Kristen viral into her fans. But on a straight note it is rightly said that she is one of those models who got fame due to her magical expressions. 25. Kelly Carlson

A Blonde Bob curls gets this beautiful lady still younger than any other model / Actresses. Kelly is one of the most attractive Heroine and model. Her grace never fade away at any moment throughtout her career. Goregeous and Incredibel! 26. Keira Knightley

Another gorgeous British model who rule the Hollywood cinema is Keira Knightley. Two time British Award winner Knightley not only prove herself a brilliant model but she is equally a good versatile lady. She always stunned her fans with a unique hairdo. Short curls with side bangs makes a statement enough to keep you silent! 27. Kate Upton

Let me guess who is this glamours lady? You are right this is a bold and gorgeous Katherine Upton. Kate got fame from her viral swimsuit pic and then she never look back. She is quite famous due to her sexy figure and wavy hair locks. When she gets into a blonde curly look, it makes her more funky than she has! 28. Kate Beckinsale

Now let me figure out that how much she was graceful a few years back. Beckinsale is still the young and energetic. She normally carries wavy bangs but her frame photo depicts if you'll get me in curls, i'll be always there for you darling! 29. Kate Hudson

It was 40 years back when California received a princess who become superb model and a wonderful actress. She is full of expressions, layered tresses with bold features can summaries the whole scenario. 30. Julia Roberts

Whenever we discuss about romantic comedy there is only one name who lead this Hollywood industry, Julia Roberts. She get much success through her awesome acting then moved to production. She was quite simple and always stick with straighten hair or layer side bangs. A current photo with curly hair can't allow her beauty to fade at all. 31. Jessica Biel

Jessica's bold look having short curls makes a strong statement. A wonderful Actor who proved herself a successful producer as well. Sophisticated and Elegant! 32. Jennifer Lopez

What can i say about Jennifer, her noisy concerts blocks the roads and involves everybody. Jennifer is the inspiration of millions of youth generation. So its her responsibility to get a different appearance every time to amuse her fan. Her curly strands become trending style next morning. 33. Jessica Alba

Jessica Alba is quite popular for her beautiful smile. She started her career when she was 19 and afterwards she never look back. Her lovely hairstyle remains always in discussion. Although she has naturally straighten hair locks but gets much appreciation when turned to slight curls. 34. Jeniffer Aniston

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97bread · 7 years

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i was tagged by @gotsoulmates for this, danke lovely rae :’)

i’ll tag @jacksonwangblog @iheartyugyeom @j1ny0ung @mart-art @aragyeom @nuggetsam @daezedness and @pizzawasabi

THE LAST

1. drink: diet coke 2. phone call: honestly karo i think 3. text message: lmao it was to karo ;; 4. song you listened to: pull you down by washed out 5. time you cried: HAH today 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: y e a h does my ex count @ all 8. been cheated on: kjskf my last relationship tbh :| 9. lost someone special: yea 10. been depressed: welcome 2 my life literally almost 99% of it is this :/ 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: uh idk this past summer i think

3 FAVORITE COLORS

12. peach 13. black 14. maroon

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. made new friends: YEAH 16. fallen out of love: yes 17. laughed until you cried: :’) yeah 18. found out someone was talking about you: uh i don’t think so 19. met someone who changed you: yes

20. found out who your friends are: sort of ig? 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: lol no

GENERAL

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: uh 99% 23. do you have any pets: 3 dogs! 24. do you want to change your name: not rly 25. what did you do for your last birthday: had dinner w my friends in one of the on campus dining halls lol 26. what time did you wake up: 8:30 am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: trying not 2 cry 28. name something you can’t wait for: to go home this weekend!!! 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: august 31. what are you listening to right now: washed out tbh 32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes lmao my gpa’s name is tom 33. something that is getting on your nerves: my jealousy habits :| 34. most visited website: most def tumblr 35. hair colour: blondish-brown 36. long or short hair: it’s medium 37. do you have a crush on someone: no 38. what do you like about yourself: uh my patience ig 40. blood type: AB- 42. relationship status: single 43. zodiac: scorpio 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: i love the office so much 46. tattoos: none 47. right or left handed: right handed 48. surgery: nope :p 50. sport: KJFHJKD i was a swimmer for a long time but uhh not anymore lol 51. vacation: take me 2 denmark or japan pls 52. pair of trainers: what does this even mean?? like shoes?? idk vans ig

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: i love pasta more than myself 54. drinking: i drink 2 much diet coke but water is my 2nd best friend 55. I’m about to: do my homework wow how f u n 56. waiting for: inspiration for said homework lol 57. want: to sleep 58. get married: ye a h 59. career: ESL teacher!

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: i’m a... not 2 be nsfw... ho for those hugs 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller !! 63. older or younger: either is fine~ but not too young nor old? 64. nice arms or nice stomach: arms lmao 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER

67. kissed a stranger: no 68. drank hard liquor: ye a h ! 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: fuck yeah and it sucks 70. turned someone down: yes 71. sex on the first date: no 72. broken someone’s heart: i do believe so 73. had your heart broken: yes 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: yfjkdshjk yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

77. yourself: um 78. miracles: no 79. love at first sight: no 80. santa claus: no lol 81. kiss on the first date: no 82. angels: no

OTHER

84. eye colour: brown 85. favourite movie: i love ratatouille so much long live remi ANYONE CAN COOK except namjoon keep that man out of the kitchen

#fjdhkfd and ofc don't feel pressured to do this :')#about me

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youngerdrgrey · 7 years

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might know my soul, but not much else // a queen sugar fic

about… Ideally, after the opening of the mill, Charley would’ve been clinking wine glasses with Remy in the barracks. Instead, she’s texting him, telling him, “The next time you want to hurt me, keep my father’s name out of your mouth.” — or, a response to 2x07, I Know My Soul

also, tumblr user @loco4scandal said, What about Remy siding with Rah on this will/farm & Charley feeling betrayed? I started filling this before 2x07 aired, but once I Know My Soul aired, I knew the prompt needed the weight and love of that episode too. SPOILERS through to 2x07 below.

+ on ao3

[Anyways, also, prompts are always welcome. Timelines are ambiguous. I have a lot of feelings. // feedback and critique definitely welcome]

you cannot remain a war between what you want to say (who you really are) and what you should say (who you pretend to be) your mouth was not designed to eat itself

— split, Nayyirah Waheed

“When you decided to buy this place and stand up for the farmers that made sense to me, ‘cause it was both smart and considerate of your community. It was thoughtful. But now I wonder if I misunderstood your father. Yeah, maybe, maybe thoughtful meant calculating.”

— Remy Newell

Charley circles her jaw twice before she sends the message. Her therapist likes to make pointed reminders about her channeling her aggression properly. She says that Charley needs to ease into conversations rather than coming in so hot that she scorches all hope at mending fences. But, if Remy had wanted a conversation, he should’ve known better than to come at her like that. He should’ve known better than to insult her in the same breath that he praises her. He just… he shouldn’t have wielded her father’s name as a weapon.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:12 pm) Charley: The next time you want to hurt me, keep my father’s name out of your mouth. You want to tell me how disappointed you are, or question my character? Do so directly. I have enough to deal with between Ralph Angel disparaging his legacy so just save me the mental gymnastics in the future, alright?

She sets her phone down on the table once it’s sent. Rests her hands on the wood too. Micah’s typing in his room; his laptop keys sound from over there. He types just about as fast as she can, though his comes from a sort of generational understanding of technology. He’s never known a world that couldn’t hear him. Never wanted for a space where he could both be heard and be invisible at the same time. He’s never wanted for much of anything.

At least, she remembers his life that way. Remembers huffing her cheeks to help him blow out his birthday candles. And whispering with him in movie theaters before he was old enough to know better. What will she remember from this time in his life? The silence? It’s not quite quiet though; there’s always noise in the barracks, just not aimed at her. It’s his laugh coming in from down the hall, or split seconds of his voice when he first gets on the phone and talks extra loud before he puts his headphones in. The FaceTime ringing for somebody else.

Her phone lights up with a speech bubble. Three dots blinking before they disappear. Remy composing his apology. Remy doesn’t understand how she could be anything other than cold if she is calculating. If she is thoughtful and deliberate, then where do emotions factor in? If she is the strong woman who needs no help, has no fears or doubts or pain, then why do the rest of them even exist?

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:13 pm) Remy: Honestly, Charley, I meant no disrespect. Not to you. Not to your father. I was just thinking aloud.

That’s it? He means no disrespect?

He chooses his words just as carefully as she does. He practically thinks in fully formed sentences and anecdotes. Yet, she’s calculating. Maybe he should keep his thoughts to himself.

Well, maybe not exactly. If he kept it all in, he’d just stop talking to her. Join the line of people who seek to find solace in someone else rather than ever actually bringing her in. Be like this new version of her son, or any version of the rest of her family. She and Nova didn’t start speaking again until they lived in the same state. Even then, even now, the honesty’s something Charley has to reach for. Strive to accept and acknowledge her own emotions without projecting them onto her sister. Assume kindness rather than an attack. Remy could deserve that same sort of opportunity.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:14 pm) Charley: Then why mention him at all?

Her father should’ve been proud of her. He was. She is an amazing business woman, a great mother to Micah through everything. Her daddy would’ve been proud of her, and for Remy to question that — to imply that she is somehow less than deserving of her father’s love is the very definition of disrespect.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:17 pm) Remy: Because he’s a part of this, Charley. At least to me. I started working with your family out of respect and love for him above all else. His stories about you convinced me that you could handle what all this work could do to you. But his stories also come from a different place than what it is that I’m seeing. He saw the victories, not the process. Seeing the whole picture is a little disconcerting, at times.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:20 pm) Charley: You knew before any of this that I wasn’t someone who could be steamrolled or short-changed. Yet now you’re acting like this is the first time you’re seeing me. Like you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:22 pm) Remy: Honestly, I don’t know if I did.

But he’d been there when Davis first came to NOLA and she ended her marriage. He’d been there when she fought with Nova during the hurricane. He’s been stood up for business deals and carted out to family dinners. Remy’s seen her at her most vulnerable and inconsistent. These decisions aren’t all that she is, but they are who she has to be. To get the job done. He had no problem with that when she decided to take a chance on his sugar cane. No problem when he got to officially sign on as a consultant and reap the benefits that entails.

Does he even know what the last few days have been like for her? Does he even want to?

To Remy Newell // Today (3:24 pm) Charley: What does this mean? Moving forward?

Professionally, he should appreciate having a contact who is willing to make the hard choices in order to do what’s best for the business. She cares about the farmers and their legacies and wants to offer them fair opportunities. She doesn’t want to give free passes and chances for people to walk all over her, but she will do her best to keep everything above board and honest. It’s more than she can say for her brother so, it’s something.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:26 pm) Remy: I don’t know if this is a conversation we should be having over text messages.

Personally, he’s seen her crumble at the loss of her life. He’s seen her claw her at every opportunity for failure until her hands shake. He’s seen her when she needs someone, and it’s still not enough.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:27 pm) Charley: This way, you can finish your thoughts and I can finish mine.

Maybe they’ll finish their whole relationship.

She settles back into her chair, pulls her legs up onto the cushion with her. Keys keep clicking in the background while the typing bubble animates on her screen.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:30 pm) Remy: Fine. It’s hard, Charley, knowing that you can leverage pretty much anything for the right price. How do I know that our whole relationship (because we do have a relationship whether or not it’s an official one) how do I know it’s not just another pawn to you?

Maybe they should be on the phone. She could let him hear the way her breath shatters before it can leave her lips. Let her jaw shift against the microphone as she struggles with the right way to form her response. Her chest folds in on itself. A pawn. For the last two decades, she’s cared about one man. One. And she’s loved him, been in love with him, and hasn’t wanted for anything else until Remy. But sure, he’s a pawn.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:31 pm) Charley: Why would it be? Because of Davis? Charley: What do I owe, Davis? What says that I have to still account for his feelings when he spent at least three years ignoring mine? Charley: The news of my divorce is mine to share when I see fit and how I see fit. Whatever is happening between us is a completely different conversation. All I can give you is my word, Remy, and if that’s not enough, I don’t know what else I can do.

If all he sees are the worst parts of her, then this will have to be it for them.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:33 pm) Remy: Not to be that guy, but I asked you to take my word yesterday and you refused.

She shakes her head.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:34 pm) Charley: That’s business.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:35 pm) Remy: What isn’t with you? Your divorce is business. Your family’s farm is business.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:36 pm) Charley: Ralph Angel’s* farm apparently

Not that he deserves it. Charley’s got two degrees, but Ralph Angel should have the farm.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:37 pm) Remy: Nobody said that

To Remy Newell // Today (3:38 pm) Charley: Apparently Daddy did. Ralph Angel showed us a letter that he says Daddy wrote, changing the will and leaving the whole farm to him. As if he could run it without my help.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:39 pm) Remy: Why couldn’t he run the farm alone? I mean, he needs more experience, sure, but he understands farming in a way that’s part training and just part instinct.

She almost swipes into a phone call the second she reads that.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:40 pm) Charley: You can’t be serious

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:41 pm) Remy: Why can’t I be serious?

To Remy Newell // Today (3:42 pm) Charley: Ralph Angel can barely take care of himself, let alone eight hundred acres.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:43 pm) Remy: I thought you were passed this

To Remy Newell // Today (3:44 pm) Charley: He nearly loses the farm every time he’s left to his own devices, but I’m supposed to trust that he won’t ruin our family's legacy? He barely got approved for that young farmers loan. There’s only cane in the ground because I could pay for it and because you lent it to us.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:46 pm) Remy: He’s doing better than a lot of other farmers when they got their starts. Your brother has a gift for this work, and the sooner you all actually allow him to do it, the better you’ll all be for it.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:47 pm) Charley: Oh that’s what you think?

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:47 pm) Remy: That’s what I said, isn’t it? Remy: The tone, I’m sorry

To Remy Newell // Today (3:49 pm) Charley: Don’t be. Honesty’s what we need right now. If everyone would just stay honest, we wouldn’t even be in this mess.

She could have her feet wading in her pool, eyes set to the mountains.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:49 pm) Remy: Which mess?

To Remy Newell // Today (3:51 pm) Charley: Any of it. I’m only here because of Daddy’s farm. If I’d known it wasn’t mine, I would’ve stayed in LA with Micah. But instead I got sucked into this world. Your world

No speech bubbles pop up for a whole minute. First time the screen goes static in the whole of the conversation.

It is his world. He lives this farming business just as much as Ralph Angel, even if Remy’s more on the academic side of it all. He bred his own type of cane for christ’s sake.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:53 pm) Remy: Now you regret staying down here?

She sinks into her seat before it feels too stagnant, too much like giving in. She’s not giving in. She doesn’t — She sits up.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:55 pm) Charley: I regret trusting Ralph Angel not to make everything about him. I regret not speaking out sooner about my own needs in this family. I regret not being there when my father needed me and winding up with nothing but this

She hits send too soon. Mid-phrase means he’ll build his own end to that sentence. She barely has an end herself. If she hadn’t left LA, she’d be dodging questions from fake friends who want to know what comes next for her and for Davis. He’d been suspended, so he probably would’ve gone to New York with Felix. Lena would be there too, probably actively fighting for her reality show to still happen. Micah wouldn’t have an easy time getting into another school, but they would’ve figured it out. Or simply fought to keep him where he started. Micah never would’ve had a run in with the police. Charley never would’ve moved into the barracks, or spent so much time at Violet’s house. Couldn’t’ve offered Darla a new job or any professional advice. Honestly, Charley wouldn’t have really gotten a chance to know Darla at all. Or Hollywood. Or Blue.

Staying down south might not be the issue. Staying silent might be.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (3:57 pm) Remy: “but this” ? Remy: Charley just because you can’t get your way doesn’t mean you storm off and take your money with you. You’ve pledged your support to your brother and all of these farmers.

To Remy Newell // Today (3:59 pm) Charley: I’m not going anywhere.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (4:00 pm) Remy: But you want to

Every word she doesn’t say hammers at the inside of her ribcage. She types so fast her nails practically scratch her screen. Her lips move with the words, voice rising as she goes.

To Remy Newell // Today (4:02 pm) Charley: I want a choice! I want to get a say in what happens rather than getting sucked into helping everyone else. I’ve said it before, I could sign a check from anywhere. I thought aht for once, we could do something together, as a family. But Ralph Angel decided he doesn’t want the rest of us around anymore.

Nevermind the fact that without her, he could be in jail right now for having Daddy’s gun in the house. Blue would be right back at Vi’s. Or at the trailer park with Darla. The farm would go untended. The whole Bordelon legacy wiped out just like that.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (4:03 pm) Remy: When have you ever taken what he said at face value rather than questioning it?

She didn’t fight him on the white flies.

Remy: You never consult. Never ask for permission. You tell people what’s up after you’ve already done it.

To Remy Newell // Today (4:05 pm) Charley: He’s the one who lied to all of us.

To Charley Bordelon // Today (4:06 pm) Remy: God Charley who raised you to see every omission as a lie?

“Everyone!” Her lips crack when she speaks. Throat croaks. She sets her phone down on the table, but her fingers pulse without the screen beneath them. She tries scanning the barracks for some sort of peace. A few breaths could get her pulse back down. But it’s just — he’s asking about omission, but wasn’t he mad about her omission? Wasn’t he — you know what, he wants to talk, then they can talk.

She hits the information button and the call symbol. Forces herself to take three breaths before she puts the phone to her ear.

“Charley—“

“You just finished snapping at me for omission, you get that, right? For not sharing my plans, I am calculating. And stubborn. And in the wrong. But when Ralph Angel does it, it’s just a little misstep. Am I hearing you correctly?”

“Charley—“

“Am I?”

“I’m not trying to fight, Charley.”

“Well, a fight’s what you got.” What else can she do but scream until someone hears her? “God. I don’t get it. I honestly don’t understand what I have to do to get anyone in this family to even look at my side. The only one who even tries is Violet.”

“I’m trying.”

“You’re accusing.”

“No, I’m not. I asked. In your office, I asked how the same woman using her divorce to further her business plans is the same one who-who I heard about for years. I wasn’t accusing you of anything. I’m trying to understand you, Charley, and you are making so damn hard to do it.” He huffs. “I have never known anyone like you. But I want to.”

She’s spent the last two days begging for someone to listen. Or not listen, during the whole choke fiasco. He saw that, right? He sees more than any of them give him credit for.

She shifts lower in her seat, so she can rest her head against the back of it. He says he wants to know her. “I never thought anyone liked me down here. I was always too California for New Orleans, so I always had to be the best so they wouldn’t ignore me. Be smarter than the rest of my family. More put together. Early acceptance into college, a future NBA player for a boyfriend, and even when I had Micah, I nearly killed myself trying not to be another young mother cliche.”

But college is hard enough without a newborn, so then came needing help. Needing professional help, not just what she could get from friends and the other basketball wives. Davis’s money went straight to childcare costs and living costs and textbooks that her slipping scholarships wouldn’t pay for. But she didn’t falter. She just found a way to make it through. Now here she is, tired but here.

“You made it,” Remy says.

She nods. “I did.” She can’t hear the keys anymore. Micah’s probably watching something at this point. “But Daddy still left the farm to Rah. And I don’t want to say anything bad about him. He loved me so much. He never let me forget it, but…. I made him a promise, and for the first time, I’m wondering if he even cares.”

“What was the promise?”

Her throat itches. She swallows around it. Circles her jaw. “To make things right.” But fixing everything for the farmers doesn’t mean everything’s okay. She’s not. Her family’s not. Rah and Nova haven’t been in bad shape since he first got out, and even then, they just swept it away as best they could. They never unpacked all of that. And if he’s mad at Nova for not being around, then he must be furious at her. And Micah….

He watches her sometimes like he’s trying to see which one of them will break first. Like if he starts talking about his own weaknesses, then she’ll have to do the same, and then they’ll never stop. Like he’ll cry so much that she’ll cry right with him. He’s not wrong, just not ready, she guesses. Not ready to talk about people who can’t see their humanity or why the Range smelled like urine for days.

Remy says, “You don’t have to do it all. Nobody’s asking you to be perfect but yourself.”

She laughs, despite herself. Light wrestling its way out of her chest. “My, uh, my therapist said the same thing.”

He laughs too. “Maybe I’ll add therapist to my resume. I’ll be an irrigation specialist, a professor—“

She nods into the familiar rhythm. “You cut hair.”

“I make a mean pie.”

“And a great friend.” She picks at the polish on her nails. She should probably apologize, for snapping, even if he had crossed the line with his story. If they’re ever going to have anything, they have to be able to communicate freely. Without fear that every sentence, or action, that the other disapproves of will mean the end of what they’re trying to start up. “I—“

Her phone buzzes against her ear. She pulls it back to read it.

To Mom (Charley Bordelon) // Today (4:15 pm) Micah: Wanna try out the ice cream maker?

“You…?” Remy prompts.

She blinks back to the moment, brings the phone back to her ear. “Sorry, text from Micah.” It’s so easy to make simple apologies. For a missed moment, or overreaching, but for actually hurting someone? “He wants to make ice cream.”

Remy gives a tiny groan. “Homemade’s always the best. Go. We can talk later.”

Once this conversation ends, though, so does the honesty. “You can’t question my character every time I make a choice you don’t like. You can’t use my father against me. You can’t side with Ralph Angel and expect me to just be okay with it.”

He clicks his tongue. “You can’t just kick me out when you don’t want to talk. You can’t shoot down valid business ideas without an explanation. You can’t expect me to choose your ideas just because they come from you.”

But she has good ideas. And her explanation for shooting him down was reasonable and necessary with the drama going on at Vi’s. And if they’d stayed in her office, she probably would’ve said something she couldn’t take back.

“That’s asking for a lot,” she says.

“So were you.”

“I’ll think it over.” She lets her feet down to the ground again.

“There you go being thoughtful again.” He drums on something on his end — knuckles to a desk maybe. "Tell Micah hi for me.”

“Will do. Bye, Remy.” She waits for his goodbye before clicking off the line. Takes another beat before calling out, “Remy says hi!”

Micah shuffles over without missing a beat. “That’s nice of him.” Charley hums rather than responding. Micah’s shoulders hunch, his ear are a little too red, so he must’ve been listening in. She didn’t say much out loud that she wouldn’t have wanted him to hear. Still, he should know better than to eavesdrop. He glances over at her though. “Are you two okay? I know you work together, so I wouldn’t want it to get weird.”

Oh. Micah stands up straighter, chest open for a second. Was he worried about her?

She swoops out of her seat. “We’re good. There’s just a lot to figure out with the farm and everything.” Micah doesn’t move, so she forces up a smile. “And what if we weren’t? You gonna fight him?”

Micah rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Mom. That’s the plan.”

She gasps. Rushes across the kitchen to him. “You wouldn’t fight for me?”

He ducks his head. “I’d be so bad. You need someone to fight for you get Ra—“ His grin slips the same time hers goes wooden. Rah’s the main one she’d need somebody to fight. “Just don’t get any fights, Mom. Come on, I want to see how this thing works.”

He heads to the cabinets to get the box down. She follows, watches him take it down and unpack the ice cream maker. She doesn’t have to be perfect. She doesn’t have to do it all. She doesn’t have to be right.

“Clean it first,” she tells him.

“I’m going.”

She doesn’t have to be perfect. She doesn’t have to be right. With help, maybe she can do it all.

notes: tell me what you’re thinking, be it about the fic, or the show, or the fact that the midseason finale is about to air and put us on hiatus again...

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hunnybadgerv · 7 years

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Furia & Eli: 2, 7, 13, 24, 26, 31, 40; Cinq & Shaundi: 4, 6, 11, 20, 36, 38, 43; Ravi & Co: 8, 11, 16, 22, 28, 30, 44; Remy & Matt: 5, 10, 18, 24, 32, 35, 45; Wei Sheng & Lin: 3, 13, 19, 23, 33, 39, 42

The Big Ship Question List

Furia & Eli

2. How’s their team work? Do they share well?Furia shares very well. In the domestic AU, Eli can still kind of be on the self-absorbed side and doesn’t always see his own selfishness. Mind you he’s also quite giving, but there are moments. Overall, their teamwork is above average. There are things they could still work on, but it’s good.

7. What annoys them the most about their partner? Would they change it if they could?For Furia, it might be the playing with the food and talking with his mouthful, but even so I don’t think she’d change that about him. I think the thing that might make Eli crazy is that she tends to not be as forth coming as he might prefer. Sometimes she beats around the bush and tries to come at a thing through metaphor and figures of speech. And that I think might just irk him.

13. What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?Dancing, singing, going out to clubs, dinner, and amusement park/street fairs. These two like to switch things up. Neither of them are particularly scheduled and they both are on the spontaneous side.

24. Any doubts about the relationship?In the beginning, maybe. I think Furia remembers the thought that Eli was a great lay. And she still finds herself surprised every once and a while that he’s become so much more. But I think the doubt faded once Eli admitted how he felt, perhaps up to that point she probably felt foolish feeling more than just a tingle between her thighs for a musician--let alone a musician with his reputation.

26. How do their friends feel about their relationship? Their families?I think initially Furia’s friends and family thought it was just going to end in a bonfire (of all his shit). They figured Eli would hurt her. Once he became famous they were more certain of it. I think of everyone her friends and family are the most surprised, and it take them the longest to come around and realize he’s not a total cad.

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?Oh, yes. On all counts. I think Eli’s picked up some choice phrases in Spanish that just thrill the censors in television interviews. Furia’s picked up some of his words and sayings as well. She’s more likely to finish his sentences, than he is hers. But they both know how to read one another, especially well enough to know when something is being hidden.

40. Any special memories? Do they have a special place they like to go to?I think the way Eli proposed is a memory they’ll share. He’ll never forget how nervous she was when she found out about their first child--he still has the ultrasound picture in his wallet. Their special place to be with each other might sound boring to most, but they just like being home together, because for them it is a rarity.

Cinq & Shaundi

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?Not necessarily love, but there was probably some lust at first sight. Cinq always appreciates a well-built woman, which Shaundi was, and I think Shaundi was attracted to him as well.

6. Any tasks that are always left to one person?Cinq tend to let her handle the electronics, and to a point he tries to keep her out of the line of fire--but only in part because she’s important to him. He also knows that Shaundi is one of the Saints most valuable resources and he doesn’t want to squander her talents on some dust up.

11. Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries?Yes, all of the above. Even stupid little holidays like cherry cheesecake and grilled cheese day.

20. What does their home look like? Their room?Once they start sharing a space, it is a mix of his sleek style and her more comfortable one. The leather bed and slick black furniture is set off by plush chairs in a deep shade of purple. So there is a mix of decadence and opulence in their bedroom. And it’s surprisingly neat and free from clutter.

36. What’s their greatest strength as a couple? Their weakness?I think their greatest strength as a couple is the fact that they fill in the places where the other is lacking. Cinq can be smooth, but he doesn’t always leave a good impression. Somehow, Shaundi can manage that and more. Their weakness is probably based on the fact that he’s a little over protective and she’s headstrong. The two traits don’t mesh well and it create friction.

38. What are they like in the bedroom? Any kinks/fetishes/turn-ons? Anything they won’t do?Even with as much as he trusts Shaundi, Cinq won’t allow her to completely restrain her and he’s not into abusive talk--that actually will rile him and ruin the mood. Other than that, these two are pretty open to just about anything. Shaundi loves to be teased, which Cinq indulges in. Cinq is a bit of a voyeur--he likes watching Shaundi on her own, and loves to watch her when they are together. Luckily, she seems pretty keen on the save a horse, ride a cowboy idea.

43. Do they talk often? What about?They do talk a lot. While most of their conversations in a day are about “work,” in the bedroom that topic becomes off limits. They talk about little things there--the last game of skeeball she played, the band at the club the night before, the fact that some idiot threw up on his brand new loafers. It’s just things and stuff, nothing weighty.

Ravi & Co.

8. What do the like best about their partner?I think one thing they all have in common that they like a great deal about one another is their openness.

11. Do they celebrate holidays? Anniversaries?Holidays not so much, but they do celebrate anniversaries.

16. Do they keep secrets? Lie? Cheat?Johnny is keeping a secret from both of them, and several from Matt. None of them cheat on one another. But I do think all of them lie to some degree, even to one another.

22. Does their work ever interfere with the relationship?Occasionally. Though they don’t really bring their alien overlord fighting into the bedroom so to speak. Their relationship is usually a place of relaxation, release, and solace from the stress of fighting for their lives.

30. Could they manage a long distance relationship?Oh, no. I don’t think they could. I’m pretty sure that would be more than any of them could stand, except maybe Johnny and he’d only probably work that hard for Ravi. He loves Matt, but I’m not sure he’d get into the whole cyber thing, though he could pull off and deal with phone sex, I think.

44. Are the comfortable with each other? Anything they have to have their privacy for?They are all very comfortable with one another. Johnny would be the one to say far too much so, because according to him, a man needs to be able to take a shit in peace.

Remy & Matt

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?Oh, there’s kind of a joke centered around Matt trying to convince her to give him five minutes. There are nicknames Matt would like to be called, but that only happens rarely, if at all. And Remy is a nickname.

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?Driving: RemyCooking: Neither--though they can both make a few thingsHandiwork: Both--depending on the type of work neededCleans: RemyPays the bills: Matt--I’m sure he wrote a bot for thatHandles the public: Remy

18. What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?They didn’t date prior to the Zin invasion, so a lot of their “dates” tend to center on cuddle time or sex in one or the other of their quarters, and occasionally, elsewhere. They haven’t really gotten to a point of needing a break from one another, unless Remy drags Matt into the sim, then there are moments where he just wants to leave because he doesn’t get the same thrill she does from combat situations.

As for the how long? I don’t honestly know how long they are together overall.

24. Any doubts about the relationship?Remy has more doubts than Matt and all stem around her lack of experience with relationships. She’s only been in one other and it was a horrid one. That one didn’t offer a chance to learn anything more than not to be in a relationship like that again. She actually took the lesson to the extreme until Matt and never really had an actual relationship.

Matt’s doubts spring from Remy’s in a way. He’s had a few and knows that communication is key, but Remy tends to keep her own council which leaves the pair of them scrambling sometimes because she’s not always immediately forthcoming about things. It can sometimes leave Matt wondering where he stands in terms of their relationship.

32. Do they ever get into trouble? Is it serious, or are they just mischievous?Yes. Both. Sometimes there are pranks and silliness. But they’ve been stranded on new planets together. Nearly been killed more times than I can count. And their relationship goes through some rocky points due to silly misunderstandings, as well as some deeper concerns.

35. Do they bring out the best in each other, or the worst? Do they have a fatal flaw?I think Matt brings out some better and more hidden parts of Remy’s character. She can be kind of gruff, but she tries not to be that way with him. I’m not sure if it is a fatal flaw, but their age difference is a little strange for both of them from time to time. If I had to say, I think the only fatal flaw in the relationship, at least in the boss’ opinion, is Remy, herself. She really does think she’s all wrong for him, and that he deserves someone more like him, and someone who’s not so much trouble.

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?Matt regrets that he didn’t have the gall before the Earth ended to attempt something with Remy. I also think Matt might just be harboring pipe dreams of a family with Remy, though I don’t think he’s brought it up to her.

Wei Sheng & Lin

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?At first, no, and that trend continued through the move to Steelport. Then it became more open-ish. But Lin wanted it to be known that she was her own woman. She never wanted anyone questioning her or her place at the head of the Triad in Stilwater (yes, that’s what happens after she survives the Rollerz attempt on her life). She has no doubts about Wei Sheng’s opinions of her, but it is the others that concern her, given the cultural expectations that are pervasive in the Triad. While she proved herself, like any man in the organization has, her place isn’t as solid as her uncle’s had been.

Before the Saints there was no issue with PDA. Once she was infiltrating the Rollerz, their relationship went underground, and there it has stayed since. It does place a limit on public displays of affection, but they deal with it.

13. What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?Given the fact that their relationship has been sequestered, they are big fans of ordering in something extravagant and watching a movie together. Sometimes it’s curled up on the couch, sometimes it’s more upscale. But that’s their main thing.

19. What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?One thing they fought about was just how far Lin was willing go and just how hard she was pushing to get information on the Rollerz. Wei thought she was going a little hard at it, tried to convince her not to rush the job. It’s a bit of lecturing and raised voices, perhaps a little yelling in Chinese.

When it comes to making up it can range from heated kisses because Wei won’t leave without a kiss even if she’s pissed at him, and that usually can diffuse the situation. Other times it’s a little more tender--cuddling, nuzzling, whispers, and soft kisses.

23. How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?They hug like it’s a goodbye, even when it’s hello--like they might never see one another again and they don’t want the last embrace they shared to be lacking in anyway. Wei always loops one arm tight around her waist, and pulls her tight against him.

Wei Sheng showers Lin with kisses--her shoulder, the back of her neck, her eyelids. I’m certain that at one point or another he’s kissed every inch of her body. Outside of sex, Lin limits her kisses to his mouth or cheek/temple.

Lin’s flirtations are mostly in her gestures--touching her neck, tracing her collar, running her fingers down his arms. Wei’s are generally in the looks he gives her, the things he whispers in her ear.

33. What kind of presents do they get each other? Do they only do it on special occasions?Wei likes to lavish surprises on her--everything from tools to unique and custom jewelry. Sometimes they are things she needs. But more often than not they are the things he happens across incidentally, the ones that remind him of her that he ends up picking up. He’ll do it whenever he sees something, though it’s just as possible that he’ll forget the holiday coming up and just give it to her the day he purchases it.

Lin is a little different. Her gift giving is more structured--holidays, birthdays, anniversaries. And she usually buys him a weapon of some sort--swords, guns, knives, things of that nature. It helps that he is a connoisseur and collects them.

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?Wei Sheng initiated the relationship. He thought she was beautiful from the start. She rebuffed him because he approached her like he might any other girl. They finally got to know one another, and it was only then that his interest was returned at all.

The way their relationship started set Wei up to follow Lin’s lead, which is why she kissed him first. Wei Sheng realized he was in love first. Lin took much longer, in fact I think it’s possible that she didn’t realize quite how she felt about him for certain until the grief of losing him struck her.

42. Do they let each other get away with things that would normally bother them?No, not in the least. Wei will grump at her when she gets grease on his jacket and she nearly shot him once for stealing one of her cars. He called it borrowing. She did not see it that way.

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depletedreams · 7 years

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well now you can do the question thingy too ❤️

70 (MORE LIKE 60) HORRIBLE QUESTIONS MEME !

01 — DOES BAS HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS PARENTS?

he does. bas is a mummy’s boy and has been since he could remember. to this day he still considers aaleyah a friend besides being his mother and she’s definitely one of the people he relies the most on. when it comes to his dad, things are slightly different. because they both have strong personalities, they tend to clash and often end up fighting but at the end of the day, bas knows if he needs he can count on his father for whatever he needs. he often says his dad taught him to be strong and to an extent, he did which is something he’s beyond thankful for. overall, his relationship with his parents is really good.

02 — WHO DID BAS LAST SAY “I LOVE YOU” TO?

bas last said “i love you” to his girlfriend jasmine.

03 — DOES BAS REGRET ANYTHING?

not necessarily regret but nowadays, as he looks back to certain moments of his life, he wishes he did things differently. however, he doesn’t necessarily regret it because those events contributed to shape him into the person he is now. all of those were part of his growing process and he’s thankful for it.

04 — IS BAS INSECURE?

albeit coming across as an extremely confident person — which he, admittedly, is — there are still certain things that draw out the insecure side of him. all in all, he’s more confident than insecure but he definitely has his insecurities like everyone else does.

05 — WHAT IS BAS’ RELATIONSHIP STATUS?

he’s currently in a relationship with jasmine fowler.

06 —HOW DOES BAS WANT TO DIE?

he’s never considered it, nor does he like to reminisce on the topic. bas believes in living each day to the fullest and making the most of his life, death isn’t something he ponders about so consequently, he has no idea of how he wants to die.

07 — WHAT DID BAS LAST EAT?

it was either breakfast or lunch, though i assume by now it’d be lunch. if we consider breakfast, it was probably brazilian tapioca with avocado, tomato and cashew cream, an acai bowl mixed with other fruits like raspberries, strawberries and banana and granola. if we consider lunch, it was most likely a salad like thai mango chicken salad, prawn and papaya salad or superfood salad.

08 — DID BAS PLAY ANY SPORTS?

he used to play football ( or soccer ) when he was younger but he ended up quitting for lack of time. then he engaged in basketball which is a sport he’s really passionate for but due to an injury, he had to quit as well. he started boxing when he was fourteen and to this day he still does it.

09 — DOES BAS BITE HIS NAILS?

no ; he finds it a nasty habit and he never really did bite his nails to be honest.

10 — WHEN WAS BAS LAST PHYSICAL FIGHT?

it was in a club towards the end of 2015. since then bas has never gotten into a physical fight with anyone.

11 — DOES BAS LIKE SOMEONE?

i’d say he’s very much in love with jasmine, so it’s a little more than liking at this point.

12 — HAS BAS EVER STAYED UP 48 HOURS?

he has ; both back when he was in university and had exams and whatnot, and more recently because of work. it’s been a good while since he did so, however.

13 — DOES BAS HATE ANYONE AT THE MOMENT?

no, he doesn’t.

14 — DOES BAS MISS SOMEONE?

he misses his godmother a lot but he barely talks about it because whenever he does, he’s left feeling sad afterwards. he also misses his grandfather from time to time.

15 — DOES BAS HAVE ANY PETS?

bas has three dogs : rio, a black labrador retriever, remi, a white french bulldog and shenzi, a white chow chow. he used to have a bunny named noor but he’s left him with his mother because his sisters took better care of him than he did.

16 — HOW EXACTLY IS BAS FEELING AT THE MOMENT?

he’s happy with the life he leads, has no reasons to feel anything other than content.

17 — HAS BAS EVER MADE OUT IN THE BATHROOM?

he has, more than once and in different occasions.

18 — IS BAS SCARED OF SPIDERS?

no, he’s not. a few years back he used to have a pet tarantula named neha.

19 — WOULD BAS GO BACK IN TIME IF HE WAS GIVEN THE CHANCE?

he wouldn’t. despite knowing he would do some things differently, he’s also aware those things were what shaped him into who he is so he wouldn’t want to go back and change it.

20 — WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE BAS SNOGGED SOMEONE?

the someone was most definitely jasmine. i’m not sure where it was but somewhere in his house, probably his bedroom.

21 — WHAT ARE BAS PLANS FOR THIS WEEKEND?

his plans for today don’t entail much, he’s in a lazy mood. he has no plans yet for next weekend.

22 — DOES BAS WANT TO HAVE KIDS? HOW MANY?

he does, he wants kids in the future. he’s not sure how many but he wants, at least, two.

23 — DOES BAS HAVE PIERCINGS? HOW MANY?

bas has both regular lobes pierced and his tragus, he also has his nose pierced and lately, he’s considering piercing his tongue yet again. so currently he has four piercings but that could easily turn into five again.

24 — WHAT WERE HIS BEST SUBJECTS?

he aced all the maths and science related courses, and despite not trying hard and not being as good as he was in maths or science courses, he did amazingly at languages, arts related subjects and p.e. in university, there were no best subjects. he aced them all.

25 — DOES BAS MISS ANYONE FROM HIS PAST?

his godmother and his grandfather. he misses two or three old friends, like ivy who was his childhood best friend and who he doesn’t keep in touch with as much anymore.

26 — WHAT IS BAS CRAVING RIGHT NOW?

besides jasmine because that has grown to be a constant craving now, he’s, weirdly enough, craving mint chocolate chip ice cream.

27 — HAS BAS EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART?

he knows he’s broken, at least, three people’s heart — mostly because the feelings were unrequited.

28 — HAS BAS EVER BEEN CHEATED ON?

that he knows, he’s been cheated on twice.

29 — HAS BAS MADE A GIRLFRIEND CRY?

he has — both for good and bad reasons.

30 — WHAT’S IRRITATING BAS RIGHT NOW?

nothing, really.

31 — DOES SOMEBODY LOVE BAS?

besides his family and close friends, he’s sure jasmine loves him.

32 — WHAT IS BAS FAVOURITE COLOUR?

his favourite colour is black, closely followed by deep red.

33 — DOES BAS HAVE TRUST ISSUES?

i suppose we can say he does ; trusting someone doesn’t come easy to him due to all the bad experiences he has had in the past. he’s grown to be more reserved and more wary around people due to all of those experiences too.

34 — WHO/WHAT WAS HIS LAST DREAM ABOUT?

he’s such a light sleeper that for him it feels like he’s never soundly asleep to even get the chance to dream... and if he does dream, he never really remembers those.

35 — WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON BAS CRIED IN FRONT OF?

his mother.

36 — DOES BAS GIVE OUT SECOND CHANCES TOO EASILY?

no ; until a while back, he didn’t give people second chances at all. if you fucked things up with him or broke his trust, that was it. he wouldn’t trust you ever again. since then, he’s learnt how to grant certain people a second chance. however, that never happens too easily.

37 — IS IT EASIER FOR HIM TO FORGIVE OR FORGET?

he forgives but he doesn’t forget.

38 —IS THIS YEAR THE BEST ONE OF HIS LIFE?

so far? it’s definitely the best one.

39 — HOW OLD WAS BAS WHEN HE HAD HIS FIRST KISS?

his first kiss happened when he was around eleven and it was with his best friend from then, ivy. they were both messing around and wanted to know how it was like — they were both weirded out afterwards.

40 — HAS BAS EVER WALKED OUTSIDE COMPLETELY NAKED?

no, i don’t think so.

41 — FAVOURITE FOOD?

he loves the thai and desi cuisine so anything thai or desi. besides it, he loves sushi and pizza.

42 — DOES BAS BELIEVE EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON?

he has a hard time not thinking rationally and grasping concepts/thoughts such as this one. he believes things are shaped accordingly to the decisions and choices one makes, rather because it was meant to be that way.

43 — WHAT IS THE LAST THING BAS DID BEFORE HE WENT TO BED LAST NIGHT?

he definitely took a shower, brushed his teeth and did all those routinesque things. then he probably ended up cuddling to jasmine and the last thing he did before falling asleep was probably kiss her?

44 — IS CHEATING EVER OKAY?

no, not in bas books. regardless of whatever the reason/explanation as to why someone cheated is, bas doesn’t believe that’s ever okay.

45 — IS BAS MEAN?

he’s assertive and arrogant, especially when it comes down to work. as a business person, he’s strict and stern and as a perfectionist, he doesn’t grant any space for rookie mistakes or to joke around. this, often, comes across as him being mean, whilst, truly, it’s just his way to guarantee things are done correctly.

46 — HOW MANY PEOPLE HAS BAS FIST FOUGHT?

a few.

47 — DOES BAS BELIEVE IN TRUE LOVE?

he does believe in true love, yes.

48 — FAVOURITE WEATHER?

the weather after it rained or sunny/summer-y weather.

49 — DOES HE LIKE THE SNOW?

he loves snow.

50 — DOES HE WANNA GET MARRIED?

eventually, he supposes he does. after his parents’ divorce, bas started seeing things in a different light and if before he was 110% certain he wanted to marry, now he just wants to settle down and build a stable life with the right person. if that means marrying or just living together without the signed paper officializing it and all, he’s not too bothered as of now.

51 — DOES HE THINK IT’S CUTE WHEN A BOY/GIRL CALLS HIM BABY?

if it’s his girlfriend calling him baby, he does think it’s cute. if it’s someone else, the likelihood of him telling them to fuck the hell off is really, really high.

52 — WHAT MAKES HIM HAPPY?

jasmine makes him happy, chilling with his friends does too, spending time with his family and his pets does too. besides that, travelling makes him happy, going to concerts of artists he likes makes him happy, same for visiting art shows from artists he enjoys, the beach makes him happy. there are plenty of simple things that make him happy really.

53 — WOULD HE CHANGE HIS NAME?

bas would never change it, simply because it was his godmother who chose his name and because of the meaning it has to him. besides, he doesn’t hate his name and even if he did, he goes more by nicknames than sebastian.

54 — WOULD IT BE HARD TO KISS THE LAST PERSON HE KISSED?

considering the last person he kissed was his girlfriend, i think it’s obvious how it wouldn’t be hard at all for him to kiss her again.

55 — HIS BEST FRIEND OF THE OPPOSITE SEX LIKES HIM, WHAT WOULD HE DO?

be traumatised forever. no, that’d be impossible because lia and him would never like each other like that but if it was another one of his close friends, he’d probably try not to make things awkward between them and talk it out with the person because he wouldn’t want it to affect their friendship. this has happened before with indigo and they managed to work it out and remain friends so bas supposes it’d be the same with any other friend.

56 — DOES HE HAVE A FRIEND OF THE OPPOSITE SEX WHO HE CAN ACT LIKE HE’S COMPLETE SELF AROUND?

he does, he has lia, jack, indigo and james. on top of those, he also has jasmine who he sees as his friend too besides being his girlfriend.

57 — WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON OF THE OPPOSITE SEX HE TALKED TO?

the last person of the opposite sex he talked to was jasmine.

58 — WHO’S THE LAST PERSON BAS HAD A DEEP CONVERSATION WITH?

now this is getting repetitive, isn’t it? it was with jasmine.

59 — DOES HE BELIEVE IN SOULMATES?

he does, a few years ago he frowned upon and even laughed at the notion of soulmates but now he really does believe it. not only because dahlia has pretty much proved him wrong since they become friends because she’s like his platonic soulmate, but also because he thinks he found that in jasmine as well.

60 — IS THERE ANYONE HE WOULD DIE FOR?

his parents, his siblings, jasmine, dahlia and jack.

#luminescxnce #┊ ❛ headcanon. ❜#thank you bebe <3 <3

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