M A N I A C

Miles Thaddeus Ellis "I’m bad at math so I lost count a while ago of how many bullets I shot so I have one question for you: are you feeling lucky?" 33. manager at iris and eve.

[marionstewart]

MARION STEWART + INCORRECT QUOTES.

ft. @themilesellis, @cleohalliwell (source)

[exclusivegorgeousgeek]

Therapist: "And what do we say when life disappoints us"

Me: "Called it"

Therapist: "no"

[cleohalliwell-a]

8, 14, 20, 30, 41

LOVE IS IN THE AIR…..

8…White, dark, or milk chocolate?:

Answered here!

14…What is your secret to a long-lasting relationship?:

It was peculiar for Miles to divulge into the sea of thoughts of her conscience. In their past encounters with each other, they were at each other’s jugulars and attempting to work the other up. Mostly Cleo, who had a way of making horrid assumptions of a minimal scenario. It was a given considering she was far from a saint. The dyed platinum tressed female was entertained by getting underneath his skin. The history between both of them wasn’t shared with many but after spending an intimate evening with him, it was strange how they bickered like a married couple. His usual retort was about her boobs, the ones he saw in a nude situation, long before the woman decided to get implants for her own sanity but mostly to shut him up. This was his usual response to her. Making light of her boobs. All she could do was brag to him about how he’ll never see them in their newest capacity. It was teasing, but it was how they worked. Yet, something in the past few weeks created a drift amongst them. They were spending more time with each other. Still in their usual nature of wanting to jump the other bones, when the moment of quietude fluttered over them, it was assuring how her body found comfort in having him right beside her. Friends. Were Miles and Cleo friends? Was that the ideal word to describe their dynamic with each other? It was effortless to gravitate toward him. Even with the idiotic sayings that often fell off the prong of his tongue. There was something there between both of them and she couldn’t put a finger upon it. For once, the woman who knew how to define every connection in her life could not define what they were. Occupying a bar top at the bar of Iris & Eve, it had become her usual joint to unwind from the prolonged work week. Baby blue hues watching him from behind as the male maneuvered behind the bar being the additional pair of hands for the eruption of customer flow. Yet, when he returned back to her and posed the question in her direction, “What is your secret to a long-lasting relationship?” All she could do was withheld an eruption of a belly laugh to escape from her mouth. Not the best person to ask considering the last relationship she had was two years ago. Ever since then, the woman had been in the category of being single whilst mingling around. It was harmless. First, but mostly to start off before informing him, the blonde sipped on her wine before the lucent substance returned back to the countertop. Resting a hand underneath her prominent jawline, a flat out answer fell off. “Sex.” The blonde flicked into the atmosphere as a vaulted brow consumed her afterward. The male asked. This was the answer that he was going to receive from her. It wasn’t far off. One of the best ways for Cleo to show love to her boyfriends is in the bedroom. It was a place that allowed her vulnerability to course through. Leaning against the counter, her face less than a couple inches away from him as a sultry tone entered into the atmosphere. “Why do you want to know, Ellis? Are you trying to impress me again?” He did it once. Five years ago. If he asked her to go home with him right now, or after his shit, she wouldn’t hesitate in accepting. Although, she was playing her buff to see how he’d react. It was clear there was something more but who knew what?

20…What do you look for in a partner?:

It was another moment when Miles posed a question but this time, it startled her slightly. All of the prying and wondering these in-depth questions about things in reference to her non-existent love life caused her brows to pinch effortlessly together. The lounging at the island of Reina’s kitchen in Ventura, the female was reading an article about Artemisia Gentileschi and her shocking art from the 17th Century Italy in the latest edition of the National Geographic. There was no denying that she subscribed to the magazine. Always a woman of learning and growing her educational horizons. The familiarity of his voice prickled her ears but it did not cause her to tug away from the fascinating of the article in front of her. What did happened to be question-posing about what she looked for in a partner. Gently setting down her magazine, a gaped jaw was unhinged momentarily from Cleo as her baby-blue hues studied over him and his curiosity. What crawled underneath his skin to know and care so much? “Um,” clearing her throat, petals pressed into a flat line as her mind circulated into what she had always dreamed about in a partner. All she wanted to say everything the opposite of her past two experiences with Jax and Patrick. Yet, something within her felt like she needed to express more. Almost like she wanted to share more for his sake.

“A multitude of things.” Cordially, the female confessed after a prolonged silence consumed her on how to ideally respond to his question. Part of her almost wanted to get up and walk away. No, she didn’t. Still occupying the bar stool at the counter, all she could do was adjust her posture and lean back against the metal support of the back frame. Biting on the inside of her cheek, it would mean vulnerability would consume her for a moment. “Someone who doesn’t try to change me. Someone who will be willing to challenge me. Someone who appreciates me and vice versa.” Pausing, as she was further in a cavernous thought on what she wanted. There was a list of things. Yet, she didn’t want to say one too many. Just enough to get the point across and for that to be the final point. There had to be a reason why he kept on learning for more about her. Playing with her digits, her baby blue hues rested happily upon the sight of his demeanor opposite of hers, feeling the comfort from their previous encounter at Iris & Eve to sit pleasantly there. It was intimate. No one else was in the house beside them. Something made her feel safe. Maybe it was him. No, it couldn’t be. Could it? “A soulmate. Just someone to love me,” she admitted weakly long before she could back it back. It was out there. He could use this against her. An odd, unfamiliar sight of sorrow coursed upon her prominent features whilst her hues diverted to the magazine. This was all she asked for ─ happiness, even with complications for the rest of her life, someone to stand right beside her and never look at another person in search of happiness.

30…“If you weren’t so annoying, I think I’d appreciate you more.”: 

What a way for him to greet her after spending the entire day with Iris. Something about his words caused her mouth corners to enhance his direction. It was satisfying, yet something she related all too well with. If he wasn’t as annoying, etched into her conscience was the sight of him in his dreadful pair of pajamas and those pit stains nearly caused her to gag, but yet on that evening of Valentine’s Day, she decided to spend it with him as they devoured romantic comedy after another. Only for them to fall asleep before Cleo tip-toed out of his bedroom at six in the morning before Reina could see the sight of them intertwined in a cuddling session ─ nothing other than that. Perhaps, in a way, the female had been avoiding him but every time her iPhone illuminated with a message from ‘Miles E.’, she couldn’t help but respond to whatever dared to consume his mind and bring a conversation amongst them both. “Pleasure to see you as well, Ellis.” The female retorted before entering further into the mansion. Long by now, Iris had disappeared from the vicinity of the grown-ups, knowing Cleo was planning on just drop Iris off before going back home. Yet, he had to start up a conversation. Or in this situation, make a remark which was preaching to the choir. “I’m only here to pick something up.” Lying through her teeth, scanning over the kitchen for a false book to grab before diverting from this face to face situation. Rummaging through the small stack, hues fixated on a cooking book, Hungry for More by Chrissy Teigen, before pulling it from the pile. Only shooting him a tight-lipped beam toward his direction. Only to near him, her digits tapping against his clothed chest as hues latched onto his chestnut sight. Breathtaking. God, how much she hated him and smack him upside of the head. No, there was no point in doing that. “You’re preaching to the choir, Miles. Don’t try to loose anymore sleep about me, okay?” Shooting him a wink, for once sending him an authentic beam before proceeding past him with the misfortune of the cook book in her occupancy. A mental reminder for her to return this before Reina starts to believe Cleo was a kleptomaniac. 

41…“We’re both fucked up, that’s what makes us a good pair.”:

Tonight was a transparent evening. It was one that she would take advantage of as Cleo extended the invitation over to Miles to come and spend it with her. Little by little, having him became a familiarity and part of her became egotistical with wanting to have him around all of the time. It still didn’t make any sense to her why she found solace within him. They were being civilized. Both of them spoke about personal topics, knowing that Cleo had only spoken about the depth of her struggles to her sister, Ava, but no one else before until Miles. He made her feel safe. Typically, the blonde did not need to have that affirmation from anyone but somehow, the universe proved her otherwise. After successfully setting up her adult-sized tee-pee for the entirety of the afternoon, the woman had every desire to break into it. Hence why she didn’t want to do it alone. Laying on her back, the cushion of the mattress made the whole experience comfortable, as her baby blue hues stared up at the meeting point of the lumber stacks. Respiring as a cavernous muffle fell from her mouth. Her hands resting upon her slender stomach as the quietude consumed them. This had been something she longed in lovers in her past. The little moments. Something that she could hold on for an eternity. 

We’re both fucked up, that’s what makes us a good pair. 

He said it. Not her. It instantly caused her to adjust the position of his body to catch sight of him as her breath hitched in the pit of her esophagus. What was he doing? Why was he saying these things to her? God, he couldn’t mean what he just said. Did he? Yet, the delicate state of her demeanor did not intensify into nearly threatening him. No, she was soaking up the words and how accurate they were. “Miles,” she weakly began. Exquisite baby blue hues admired him from the distance. Holding back her hand from gently caressing his cheek, not wanting to cross that line of boundaries. Just to feel him. To touch him. The last thing she wanted was to feel defeated if she was understanding this all wrong. “Please don’t say that if you don’t truly mean it.” Because all she wanted was hope. Something that made sense to her. A promise that can be kept. Not something he said just to say to fill in the silence of them. All because she was simply petrified of falling for someone who did not wholeheartedly mean those words in the first place. It happened one too many times before. Hence why the blonde felt the need to safeguard her heart. It’s why she had remained single for the past two years to allow herself to further heal from the blows of being cheated on from two partners back to back. “Please….” was all she could whimper again. The last thing she needed was for him to play with her mind, only to use it against her. This was the last thing she wanted. If this was true, if he meant those words, it could be a moment of bliss between them. It could be something enchanting. Just if he meant each one of those words.

Don’t be an idiot, Miles Ellis. You don’t know what power you can have of a woman’s heart.

Please don’t do this to me. Of all people.

Because I can swallow away everything that’s eating me alive if I’m thinking of this all wrong. 

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ft. @cleohalliwell

[monicas]

Oh, Hello on Broadway (2017)

[themilesellis]

ft. @mxrsbender

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It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were okay, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn’t so.

Gillian Flynn, from Dark Places (via wishbzne)

[themilesellis]

15, 37, 65 💖

DEAR YOU….

15…Do you think that you’ll ever be married/stay married?

“Okay, so here’s the deal. I was never one for a family. Didn’t have one of my own till much later and honestly, didn’t see myself having one either. Then things happen, you fall in and then out of love, and suddenly, what does it mean to be a family, you know?” 

“I guess I’m dodging, so I’ll come clean. Someday, if the right person walked into my life, I could consider…marrying her.” 

37…“How is there one entire day dedicated to love?”

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65…My muse trying to impress your muse

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[themilesellis]

tagging | @cleohalliwell​

Valentine’s Day wasn’t usually Miles’s kind of holiday. He was usually opposed to celebrating, whether it be Christmas or his birthday, and Valentine’s Day wasn’t getting any different treatment just because. Like any other day, he was working at Iris and Eve, but he got to clock out before the evening rush, which meant that he would be at home, just....fucking around, he guessed. After all, like every year, he had a plan like clockwork; change into his oldest sweats and tank top, kick back with a pint of ice cream that he lifted from Reina’s stash and just pretend to be a movie critic with the romcoms that played on TV all night long. By the end of the night, he might have even mixed the ice cream with some alcohol, before passing out and walking up on his couch with a backache like no other, and a hangover well deserved for being such a Grinch over a holiday of love. 

But Miles had nothing to feel guilty about; he didn’t have anyone to ask out, after making the decision to back off with his infatuation with Naomi. Their kinship was very dear to his heart, and he still loved her like family. But there was an old adage about moving on, and that’s what he was going to do. At least he had shot his friends a text, saying that they were welcome to come for a watch party and receiving nothing in return. He decided to get on with it early, mixing some vodka into the praline and caramel gelato he found, unopened in the freezer and assuming it for himself, while he stuck his legs up on the coffee table, channel already playing Love, Actually. “Pfft, old school.” A movie Miles had criticized every Valentine’s Day, simply because it took place during Christmas and the logic of it all didn’t make sense. 

But then there was a knock at his door, and a half tipsy Miles slowly shuffled towards it, and opened it to reveal his unflattering self. “Oh hey there! Unless you’re here for Reina, in which case, she’s not in my room. Have you tried her room? If you’re here for the watch party, you should have brought your own vodka and ice cream, because I’m not sharing.” 

[themilesellis]

14, 32

DEAR YOU...

14…What is your secret to a long-lasting relationship?

“I’ve never been in one, but I suppose, given what I know from my Ma, it’s trust and support. And mutual interests that keep things spicy. And maybe even finding someone who you can love everyday, I guess.”

32…“Don’t leave me, not today.”

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[themilesellis]

LONELY HEARTS CLUB. tagging | @reinarhodes​ (FLASHBACK)

It had been a lonely six months since Miles had packed up his shit and followed his pseudo mother halfway across the country to Catalina Island. Was he worried for the affairs left unattended? Of course. But he had bigger concerns, like Reina refusing to leave the house and just go out. There was something to be said about cabin fever, and Miles did have a proclivity for boredom and doing dangerous things. 

Knocking once curtly, he nudged the door open and leaned against the frame, resisting the urge to shake his head at the sorry state of the room, and his mother. “You look like shit, Ma.” He casually observed, not daring to step inside the dungeon of darkness she had seemingly exiled herself too. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I thought you’d have some big plans, like....I dunno, calling Da or something.” 

[themilesellis]

pride and prejudice

WHEN: Valentine’s Day weekend WHERE: Iris and Eve WHAT: Miles is trying his hand at some mixology with the new bartender, while trying to not impress Cleo. (Prompt: 65…My muse trying to impress your muse) FEATURING: @cleohalliwell

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“Yeah sure thing dude. You uhh...you wanna try a Martini first? Or a Margarita?” Schwartzy joked, and Miles used the towel draped on his shoulder to swing it at the guy, responding to the tease. “C’mon man, I know how to mix a goddamn cocktail. Gimme something good...” And just at that moment, walked in Cleo.

It had been a pretty languorous morning  at Iris and Eve, with the early brunchers being served and leaving Miles with not much to do. According to the hostess, they were not expecting much until late lunch rolled about, and with that, the manager decided to don his apron on and get on behind the bar. 

“Sup, Schwartzy?” Smiling to the other guy working the bar today, it was safe to say that Miles got along easy with the guy. They talked about girlfriends and employment woes, of how small and big Catalina seemed to be simultaneously, and he was helping out the bartender with glasses and liquor on taller shelves. “Say...you think I could mix a few drinks? I’m not as good at English Doug, but I’m sure I could impress a few of the ladies at the table over there.” Looking up to wink at one of the brunchers, a blonde in a beach hat, there was something cocky in the air about Miles.

“Yeah sure thing dude. You uhh...you wanna try a Martini first? Or a Margarita?” Schwartzy joked, and Miles used the towel draped on his shoulder to swing it at the guy, responding to the tease. “C’mon man, I know how to mix a goddamn cocktail. Gimme something good...” And just at that moment, walked in Cleo. 

There was something about the way she walked into the establishment, handbag by her side and acting like she just didn’t care; Miles couldn’t help but stare, entranced by her aura of nonchalance, but mixed in with the chaos that only she could bring in on two feet. Maybe he was staring too intently, because the woman looked back and suddenly, Miles was painfully aware of himself, dressed in uniform with an apron tied to his waist. Schwartzy was waving her over, and if he wasn’t so keen on being professional, the man would have elbowed the bartender. 

“Pass me the shaker, buddy.” Miles began gathering the ingredients of a strawberry Daiquiri, not daring to look up at Cleo right now. Because he was pretty sure if he did, then he would mess up, and he wasn’t here to give hurricane Petra the chance to laugh at him for his nervousness. 

With as much grace as Miles could fake, he went to work on the drink, trying to mimic the way English Doug did his drinks and spins, trying to make it a show as much as a drink. “Don’t shake it like your high school girlfriend’s tits, man!” They all laughed, Miles had to throw in a small boob joke for Cleo, before he poured the drink with a flourish. 

“Consider this one on the house. A-k-a, ask Reina to pay for this one.” 

[catalinamemes]

LOVE IS IN THE AIR...

Dear you, 

VALENTINE’S DAY is tomorrow, and I’ve been wondering… will you answer these questions for me?

— headcanons.

1…Are you taken or single?

2…Do you believe in love at first sight?

3…Do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?

4…If you were Cupid for a day, which two people would you shoot your arrow at to make them fall in love?

5…Who was your first kiss?

6…What makes you fall out of love?

7…Do you currently love someone?

8…White, dark, or milk chocolate?

9…What do you think about PDA?

10…Who was your first love?

11…What is your ideal first date?

12…Which is worse — a physical affair or an emotional affair?

13…How did/would you propose to the person you loved? Alternatively, how were you/would you like to be proposed to?

14…What is your secret to a long-lasting relationship?

15…Do you think that you’ll ever be married/stay married?

16…Diamonds, chocolate, or flowers?

17…Which do you agree with? Love should always feel comfortable, or love should always feel new and exciting?

18…What’s your favorite love song?

19…Where is the most romantic place on earth?

20…What do you look for in a partner?

21…Romantic or platonic love?

22…Looks or personality?

23…What is a deal-breaker for you?

24…Have you ever changed yourself for love?

25…Do you believe that age is just a number?

— sentence starters.

26…“What am I to you?”

27…“You’re family — no questions asked.”

28…“Do you think that love is forever?”

29…“This is the worst Valentine’s Day ever.”

30…“If you weren’t so annoying, I think I’d appreciate you more.”

31…“I never asked to fall in love with you.”

32…“Don’t leave me, not today.”

33…“I said no gifts!”

34…“Whatever you do, you’re my ride-or-die.”

35…“Everyone’s heart’s been broken at least once.”

36…“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

37…“How is there one entire day dedicated to love?”

38…“I’d never date you in a million years.”

39…“Do you ever miss me?”

40…“Don’t give up on me.”

41…“We’re both fucked up, that’s what makes us a good pair.”

42…“Who came up with the color scheme for Valentine’s Day?”

43…“I’ve never hated someone more than you.”

44…“Why do you love me?”

45…“I can’t believe you didn’t send me a valentine!”

46…“Look, all I’m looking forward to is the marked-down Valentine’s Day candy at the drugstore.”

47…“Home is where the heart is, and you are my heart.”  

48…“God, you are so hot.”

49…“Did you get me roses?”

50…“I was in love with them.”

— scenarios.

51…Our muses exchanging valentine’s day cards

52…Our muses at a singles mixer

53…Our muses on a blind date

54…My muse is jealous

55…Our muses finding an engagement ring on the side of the street

56…Our muses at a floral shop

57…Our muses reading their Tinder/Bumble messages

58…Our muses flirting in line at the grocery store

59…Our muses having lunch together

60…My muse is alone on Valentine’s Day, and your muse finds me

61…Our muses trying to set up their respective friends on a date

62…Our muses shopping for Valentine’s Day gifts for their partner(s)

63…Our muses having a conversation on Tinder/Bumble

64…Our muses in Paris for Valentine’s Day

65…My muse trying to impress your muse

With love,

Your Secret Admirer 

[themilesellis]

naomi lunetti‌:

“As if you ever knock either, Miles,” Naomi sniped back, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the doorframe. “My crush? If this is what you call a crush, then you must be completely and utterly in love with me then.” She knew that is she asked her sister in law she’d say that Miles was in love with her, but Naomi didn’t believe that at all. “Well, you do need to look somewhat presentable when we’re there.” She rolled her eyes at him,“I’m coowner, of course I’m going. You can come with me and Evie, if you want.”

“I mean, am I ever in your private space? Your humble abode? Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Not entirely true, and Miles could admit that he was at fault sometimes, for breaching other people’s privacy as well. “Oh Naomi, if I could only, only explain how my heart yearns for yours in the depths of my....balls, or whatever. So yeah, the feeling is mutual, let’s call it that, shall we?” Looking down at his usual attire, “What’s wrong with this? It’s presentable, and at least I’m wearing clothes. But fine. I’d only do it for Evie, just so you know, Not you, not Reina and not the boys. Just for Iris and Evie. And yeah, I’ll...I’ll come along with you, as long as there’s space for a plus three?” 

FIN

[themilesellis]

reina rhodes‌:

Like every other time Miles decided to be an absolute shit head, Reina is baffled by his immaturity. She shouldn’t be at this point, he’s practically a man child — which maybe has to do with the fact that she’s coddled him when it counts for the better half of his life, but that’s neither here nor there. She may yell at him to clean up after himself and expect a lot from him in terms of the business side of their family, but he gets away with a hell of a lot more than her own kids do and Reina’s starting to think that’s where she’s gone wrong. “Miles, I am not teaching you how to use the goddamn washing machine,” she says, narrowing her eyes at her as her hands fall on her hips. “Do you think the woman you marry is going to be okay with you just leaving your shit around and not knowing how to do laundry? Honestly, grow the fuck up.”

Miles shrugged, all cocky and confident. “I mean, Naomi already loves doing my laundry, so I think I’m set on that front.” After a bit, he had to remember who he was talking about. “I jest, it’s only in good fun Ma. I’ll just ask Rhett about it instead.” He balled up the rest of his things, nodding as he walked past Reina. “Love ya, Reina bear.” That part came with a guffaw as he escaped the room, knowing how much it annoyed her when Lourdes said it out. 

FIN

[maziekeen]

[themilesellis]

eden holiday‌:

“If that had been the case…” she started, shifting in her seat before continuing, “then this party is very dull and not perverted at all.” Eden had watched the movie only once but it was the kind of movie that wasn’t easy to forget. Her eyebrowed arched before a chuckle escaped past her glossy lips. “iPhone 4? They’d be doing you a favor if they were to steal it. Nothing against the classics but I’m surprised you are even able to use it.” She shrugged, bringing the flute back to her lips. “A refill, that’s what I need. I don’t think I can get through this night without enough champagne in my system.

“Right? I mean, we are half way there, and there’s a lot of drunk people around...” Miles let his sentence trail off, letting out a small chuckle. He nodded, “I know, I know. Cracked screen and all that good jazz, but hey at least I still have a hole for my headphones. And it’s a bit laggy, and not all that fun to use, but it still works somehow? But yeah, I’m sure it will be a fun time for anyone trying to steal that thing.” Miles had to look down at his own glass, almost empty. “Hmm, I’d join ya, because I need some brown liquor to keep me going too.”