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anton gustaf bernadotte. crown prince of sweden.

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SIGNIFICANT ANNOYANCE  daisy.

Daisy was sure she wouldn’t call the male for lunch, she believed that his hunger would do it for him, therefore it was easier to keep quiet while her thoughts consumed her. The Swede had to admit that the idea of going away from Sweden to guard her prince was scary. The fact that she was going out of her comfort zone gave her an anxiety. Endless nights of studying the area was spent before they had to leave, leaving her with the prince of Sweden, one she barely even knew. Yet, the one week that they had spent made her feel like home — or maybe it was the small space she had to endure with the prince of Sweden himself made her feel that way. She wasn’t really sure but she didn’t question it either. 

The female was so deep in her thoughts that she had not noticed Anton enter the kitchen area to finally eat. The cat had followed him and was now sniffing around her feet, it was a cute little thing, until the prince had laid down her ( was it a her? She hadn’t checked yet… ) food. As she sat down in front of the male, she had not expected for him to break the silence with what seemed like him worrying. She decided whether to lie or to change the topic or subtly try and talk about what was bothering her. “That exgirlfriend of yours.” She let out, deciding on the last choice, “Varför bröt du upp med henne?”

Her question caught him in unawares, which registered clear as day on his green eyes. He propped his chin on his elbow. Blinked at her once, twice, expression half-amused, half-puzzled. “Care to explain the sudden interest in her?” He would brand her as jealous, if he hadn’t remembered how she vehemently expressed her disgust at the thought of carrying his child a few hours back. Still, she was acting weird, and Anton wouldn’t be Anton if he didn’t call her out on it. As he waited for her answer, he pushed himself off his chair and proceeded to the wine rack by the sink, where he pulled out a good bottle of Côtes du Rhône, along with two glasses. “Her name’s Miranda.” He smoothly poured a glass for her before reassuming his seat. “She’s an actress. Made a few good movies -- not sure if you’ve seen any of them -- but the Queen, my mother, hated her guts. The moment we showed up on the front page of her morning newspaper, she called her ‘Hollywood trash’ and demanded I break up with her.” At the memory, a wry chuckle, deep and low, pushed like honey past his lips. “I didn’t do it, of course -- break up with her. Told the Queen I loved her, even if I didn’t, just to shut her up for once -- a small act of rebellion, if you will.” 

“One day, I caught her making out with a co-star. I kept her around still, since I sure as hell wasn’t going to give my mother the satisfaction of seeing my relationship fail.” He paused, as if mulling over his words. “Well, that, and she was fucking good in bed.” A roguish grin found its way on his lips at the memory. “But -- I dumped her the moment I got tired of her. We lasted three weeks.”

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Bill Skarsgård listening to Nadia Hilker talk non-stop for ten minutes.

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Bill Skarsgård for GQ Magazine (2013)

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SOME COOL DUDE I MET… SOMEWHERE  monroe.

Hitting up the local bar, getting drunk and getting fucked up.

Can I come? 

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SIGNIFICANT ANNOYANCE  daisy.

At some point, she had insisted on bringing the food as he brought the grocery. Her thoughts went flying at some point and the silence felt a bit awkward, maybe it was because they weren’t as comfortable with each other yet ( or maybe it was the lingering feeling of wanting to talk but didn’t want to make it look like she wanted to talk to him so she just decided to let the silence hang for a little bit more ). But the scene unfolding in front of her — Anton picking up a cat looked so adorable she had to somehow look away to allow herself to squish the butterflies trying to fly around her stomach — was something so nice that speaking might ruin it. His question — and her decision to keep quiet — only made her shake her head as she tried to respond to his question. Something was saying that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and she was alright with it. At least, she didn’t have to speak to voice out her thoughts. 

As they reached their home, he immediately forgot about her existence as he played with the little cute cat. As she settled the food on the table, she was annoyed at herself for being jealous at some feline.

He would have played with Simba all afternoon if it weren’t for the sudden growling of his stomach, protesting that he eat. He righted himself on the couch, pushed himself up with his long limbs, and languidly made his way to the table, where Daisy had already set-up their takeout meal. He pulled out a chair and sat himself on it. Took one fourth of his Tikka Masala, put it on a small plate, and left it on the floor for Simba to eat. Already a week into a “commoner’s” life, and it felt strange, eating without a handful of butlers and maids scurrying about, ready to answer his beck and call. Daisy was no servant -- that, he quietly decided on after spending his first day with her. Servants did not speak unless they were spoken to, didn’t look him straight in the eye, didn’t call him names, didn’t threaten him with assault in the midst of playful banter. Daisy -- he decided on just now -- he liked. A sentiment he wouldn't admit, not even to himself, was that he didn't mind growing old cooped up in this shithole, if it meant spending his days with her. 

Anton was already halfway through his meal when he realized she hadn’t spoken a single word since she exited the restaurant. “You’re awfully quiet. Vad tänker du på?” It was the first time he had used his native tongue since they landed on Australia. 

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CANDY LADY  cleo.

Cleo chuckled lightly, raising her eyebrows at him. Did she look so dumb, really? “The best way to set a good example for children is to not show it at all, isn’t it?” She teased him, looking at the sign then back at the taller man. She found it pretty ironical, but amusing nonetheless. “And, in case you didn’t realise, I’m not a child anymore.” She commented before taking a lollipop and popping it in her mouth. Heaven, finally. “I don’t know, how many hours can you keep me entertained?”

“I’m lighting this outside,” he said with finality, but the firmness in his tone was softened by a small, conspiratorial smile. How badly did she need a hit exactly, and why was she being so insistent on having one? Anton he silently hoped the “addiction” she mentioned earlier didn’t involve drugs. In spite of his characteristic devil-may-care attitude, he didn't want to be an accessory to something as serious as that. At her query, he glanced at his watch. “My shift ends in an hour. You’re not here to watch a movie?”

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GROUCHY SMURF  eric.

Eric had to suppress the first scathing response that occurred to him (“If I were into small dicks, I’d have wanted to give the Prince of Sweden fellatio”). The agent reminded himself that, despite his irritability and various issues he had with his puerile and insufferable friend, he was here to double-check that Anton wasn’t bound to sass himself to literal death anytime soon. (He sympathized with Daisy very much. She didn’t request that he do this, sure, but he was operating under the goodness of his heart. Really.) “Hmm. Interesting sales strategy, buddy. I suggest you dial it down, though, ‘cause even Australian vendors shouldn’t be that outgoing until after a second dinner-date at least. Any other sparkling pitches, my friend?” 

Anton knew of Eric’s affiliation with the agency. He was also also well-aware that in addition to being a protector by job, his old friend was half pain-in-the-ass, half stick-in-the-mud. A part of him was sure Eric was only there to hover over him, although he didn’t know if he was sent by his higher-ups, or if he went by his own accord. The mocking smile that was plastered previously on his face quickly morphed into a smirk that gave out his sudden annoyance. What happened to Daisy? Anton was not a religious man, but at the moment, he was silently praying they hadn’t replaced her for this turd. “Oh, I’ve rehearsed a ton more, but you’re right, I shouldn’t offend your delicate ears.”  I’m sure you’ve encountered hotdogs and popcorn before. Just call me when you’re ready to actually buy something.” With that, he left Eric an impudent wink and made a smooth exit through the back door. 

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SIGNIFICANT ANNOYANCE  daisy.

His question was challenging her, she didn’t know how to respond to that without making his smile grow bigger with amusement. Hell, she wasn’t going to give him a satisfaction. But she was at a crossroad, if she ever refused to answer him, he would have still won because he had rendered her speechless. Whatever explanation she would give him would be ignored. She was real close to hitting him, but it was going to give him another satisfaction that he had gotten under her skin. “One more word and I’ll make sure you’re scared of me.” Hopefully her empty threat was better than whatever comeback she thought of. She wouldn’t want Anton to have the last word.

“Chicken Tikka Masala, then.” She confirmed, trying to repeat the words in her head so that she wouldn’t forget his order. “Be right back then.” She told him, entering the restaurant as soon as she had told him. As she walked towards the counter, she kept an eye towards the girl he used to date and thought that, Considering that Anton used to date girls that pretty, I have no chance with him. Time to kill these thoughts, she decided, promising to only think of the prince as her boss, client, or whatever, just not someone she could have a crush on. As soon as she got the orders and paid for the food ( this time not fighting with the person behind the counter ), she had exited the establishment, glancing at the girl who used to be his ex.

Anton knew Daisy could throw a punch far better than him -- he was sure of it -- but how could he take her seriously, if she couldn’t make herself level with his eyes even if she stood on her toes? From the tone of his voice and the curve of his lips, it was evident he was enjoying her sudden lack of words -- a feat, he thought. Who knew she’d run out of retorts? Still, he held his hands up, feigning submission. “Alright, alright, I’m backing off. Just don’t hurt me.” Clearly, he was joshing with her.

The walk home was uneventful, save for that one point where he picked up a fluffy gray cat that padded its way onto his shoes. He had wanted a cat for as long as he could remember, but his mother absolutely loathed pets, and no one in their right mind, not even Anton ( well, most of the time ), was stupid enough to cross her. Now that he was thousands of miles away from home, he found it the perfect opportunity to get himself a feline of his own. “You’re not allergic to cats, are you?” he asked Daisy, as he placed a kiss on his furry friend’s forehead. The question was said merely as a courtesy. From the way he was holding the cat, it was clear he wasn’t going to entertain any protests from her. The moment they had reached home, Anton plopped his weight on the living room couch and continued to play with Simba ( the cat, he named it that ), completely blurring out Daisy’s existence, and his Tikka Masala along with her.

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lmao i fell asleep in the middle of typing a reply

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bill skarsgård & charlize theron ‒ atomic blonde. (2017)

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SOME COOL DUDE I MET... SOMEWHERE  monroe. 

It’s officially the weekend. Time to do something I’ll regret Monday morning.

"Care to share what you have in mind?" 

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EX (VEGAS) WIFE  faith.

    “What? Do I have something on my face? –– Sorry for the mess, we’re… redecorating.” Faith welcomed her first customer for the day with traces of soil on both her cheeks. She was at the flower shop from five o'clock a.m. attempting to fit in the biggest role of her life: a florist. She did not know the first thing about it. Everything in the shop was indeed a mess, including her appearance –– finally a step in the right direction.

The moment an earthy saccharine scent assaulted his nose, Anton immediately regretted his spur-of-the moment decision to visit a local flower shop. The store was empty when he walked in, save for racks upon racks of flowers clad in all sorts of embellishments. He was about to leave, when all of a sudden, a vase of very unassuming daisies caught his eye. A firecracker of a woman came to mind, and he remembered why he had decided to enter the store in the first place. Would she like it if I brought those home? Wait  —  what the fuck was he thinking? Anton gave himself a good kick in the head, then picked up some tulips for his sister, Andrea, instead. When he heard a pair of footsteps other than his own, he turned towards the source of the sound on impulse. A very familiar face came into view. He broke into a smile — he couldn’t help it. She must be in the program, too. “Trust me, I hadn’t noticed. Can I have these wrapped?”

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CANDY LADY  cleo. 

Cleo knew that face. She couldn’t remember where she’d seen him, but she knew him. He was probably a royal heir being taken care of with the program, but even if she was almost sure of that, she couldn’t risk asking this question in the middle of nowhere. She was there for candies, not to spy on people. But when she noticed the joint between the man’s lips, she shook her head slowly. “A drag of that,” She said with a smile, pointing at the joint, “And candies. Anything that can calm my addiction for a couple hours.”   

“As much as I’d love to share this with a total stranger, I need to set a good example to the kids.” Anton tipped his head towards the direction of a ‘NO SMOKING’ sign at the far end of the counter. He could have sworn it wasn’t there on his first night at the job. At the back of his mind, he knew he had a vibe that screamed, ‘this idiot has a habit of burning his lungs!’ In the time one would take to look at the sign and back at him, Anton had already procured a handful of candies from the racks. He laid the assortment on the counter — jawbreakers, lollipops, licorice, and Skittles... “How many hours are we talking about?”

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i still have a couple of replies left in my drafts, but i'm too exhausted to finish them all. i'll be back to finish them after a quick nap. <3