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#THESE MESSAGES ARE GONNA GET THE MONKEY MEME AND NOTHING ELSE FROM NOW ON BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY OR HOW TO REACT
vegalocity · 3 years
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5 and 21 for Spicynoodleshipping?
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5. Reunion kiss \\ 21. A promise
Hell yeah Hell Yeah Hell Yeah
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“Look, splitting off fully from my parents is going to be rough. There's a lot of...things that are gonna make this difficult. Both physically and..mentally. So I will have to be gone for awhile, I have a few favors I need to call in and if we want even a modicum of peace afterward i'm going to need to really make my departure inconvenient. It may not be much, but I can at least break what i've built over the centuries.” Red Son had taken his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, eyes shut as though to savor the moment “But I will return. Nothing will keep me from returning to you, I swear it.”
That was four months ago. And he hadn't heard anything from Red Son since. Or anything from the Demon Bull family. Of course things weren't necessarily quieter, they never were nowadays, but it was mostly at the fault of random infrequent demons trying their luck rather than anything planned. Mk was worried. He'd started getting worried after that first month had passed, when the second month had gone through doubt had niggled at the base of his spine, the question of if this whole thing was even real. No, no if it was fake if Red Son had been playing him this whole time he wouldn't have just vanished he could have just.. Killed MK and be done with it, he'd had more than enough oppertunities how many nights they'd speant together by that time. How many times MK had been in a dead sleep trusting that Red Son ould either be asleep at his side or sneaking off in the night to return home.
But no, their...arrangement had grown in the time they'd been together, and when Red Son had to return to playing the 'dutiful son' role he'd been growing more and more reluctant. MK knew he felt trapped by his parents, unable to break away quietly, but he'd been stalling their progress behind the scenes for months before he'd vanished. Red Son had switched sides, MK could trust him. He could trust he'd be back.
And then the third month passed and a new doubt began to arise. What if he'd failed? What if he'd done what he could, called in his favors, left a trail of explosions and broken tech in his wake and shouted to the heavens and his baffled parents that he was moving out, but he'd failed?  What if they'd caught up with him before he'd made it back and locked him away? What if he was bound to his room in the firey mountains, unable to contact anyone or escape and his only optionw as to wait until Mk grew tired of waiting and went to find him? DBK and Iron Fan weren't exactly kind but they wouldn't hurt him would they? Red Son and Iron Fan had helped him in freeing DBK from the White Bone Spirit because they knew he wouldn't try to hurt Red Son unless something else was in control. But what if they found out that Red Son was intending on leaving them? On turning against them? What if-
When the fourth month had hit MK was one confirmation that Red Son wasn't okay way from going from hero to vigilante and just hunting the bull family down himself and demanding Red's releasement from wherever they'd imprisoned him.
The others had long since noticed his unease and MK knew they were all worried about him, but he was gonna keep his mouth shut about it until he had confirmation one way or the other. Mei could try to pry to her hearts content, Pigsy could do that thing that he does where he gripes about Mk's delivery ethic slipping but shooting him those uncomfortable steady looks, Tang could make as many vague statements with that vague 'knows too much already' expression, and Sandy could bribe him with as many cat cuddles and fancy teas and snacks that he possibly could. MK would rather spend hours if not days on end with Monkey King working on meditation because he wouldn't actually move on with their lessons until he actually told him what had him so freaked than deal with spilling the secret prematurely. If Red Son was not actively by his side when he told his friends everything he knew exactly what would happen if any of his friends found out about them.
Questions upon questions on if he was sure that this was Real, and for all he knew right now, Red Son had been playing him and got bored, and what do you mean you let him into your flat what do you MEAN you actually slept with-
But here he was, four months and five days into this endless worrying, it was starting to become route at this point. Being as okay as possible so his friends didn't think he was TOO freaked about things and eventually decide not to take no for an answer, tumbling back into his flat at a dark hour, make something simple if he was still hungry, and then lay in bed worrying for a few hours before he finally passed out.
But today was different, though it didn't seem like it at first. He'd just changed out of his work clothes and flipped his TV on to some random infomercial channel to fill the silence and there was a soft 'click' indicating his window being unlocked. He'd stiffened, four months of anxiety and far longer than that of Monkie Kid training making him ready to fight at the drop of a hat.
But then he heard him.
“A little help please?”
“Red Son!” Mk whirled in place and raced to the window, crossing the room in only a short few strides and grabbing hold of Red Son's arm, pulling him through all the way. Red Son hissed in pain as he planted firmly on the ground, and MK noticed a bit of blood training down from a ripped sleeve.
“What happened?! Are you alright?” did they hurt you?
“I'll be fine, I made a small miscalculation in the fuel output of the Bull Clones i'd set to self destruct and got a bit of shrapnel in my arm for the trouble.” He shrugged as though it weren't a big deal and shrugged the two bags he had with him off of either shoulder, the overstuffed duffel going down with a heavy 'thud' and the camping backpack with a light 'pomf' “But it got the message across.” he wiped his cheek with his uninjured arm, the soot on his sleeve rubbing off. “You know I never really realized how much of either of our homes were based on my own tech until I started sabotaging everything and realized I had to dial it back a bit so I wouldn't kill anyone.”
The relief that crashed through MK was near overwhelming. Four months worth of stress and anxiety lifting in a rush and making him lightheaded. MK cupped Red Son's cheek with his hand, trying to rub the soot off of his cheek, only to dirty his own hand instead. “You're back.” Red Son smiled at him, placing his hand atop MK's.
“Nothing could keep me away.” He turned his head just a bit to press a kiss to the heel of MK's hand. “I missed you.” the sudden rush of relief when he'd spent so long highstrung and ready was already making him crash, he felt weak in the knees.
Instead of answering with his own traded 'I miss you' MK surged forward and pressed his mouth against Red Son's. Pouring the emotion into the kiss instead.
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rockinrpmemes · 4 years
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❝Dot Goddard ❞  meme
Random quotes taken from the “Dot Goddard” skits on Mad TV  (2000-200?) Adjust to fit your muse! 
I can’t go to my room, my body’s still trapped under my swing-set--- I’m just floating and floating ...
My friend gave me head lice. It’s true, I had a MILLION bugs on my head! 
I gave my dad head lice. He had to shave his head and his BACK!
Everyone wears gloves in a cafeteria. It’s the LAW. I wish the whole world was like that.
Oh NO! I ate too much bacon and I turned into a pig! How am I ever going to find a hat to fit on my head??
Do you know the devil, can you give him a message? I’m ready to make a deal.
If I had a nickel, I’d swallow it, and tomorrow I’d be an ATM machine.
I’m a piece of spaghetti! You gotta tell if I’m cooked by throwing me against the wall!
I got my toothbrush tangled in my hair!
Sometimes we have NyQuil for dinner.
I got the scissors stuck in my hair, too!
I don’t know how does that happen?! It’s almost like it’s MAGIC!
My granny says that when I get boobs I can keep my money right there.
I wish the prize was a monkey that steals wallets.
From the back, sometimes people think my dad is lady. 
Remember when that man whistled at you and said ‘sexy mama?’
Where’s the BEE?!
That bee was gonna come and fly down, and I was gonna get on its back and fly away!
I learned all those words so that big bee would sting me and then I’d EAT it!
What’s wrong with that guy on the 6 Flags commercials? Is he sick?
When I grow up I wanna marry the Hamburgler and tell him: ‘How come you can’t be more like Ronald? Get a real job, and stop stealing!’ But I think I can change him because I love him.
I would like to meet those talking M&Ms. And then when they’re sleeping, I’d take a bite out of their backs!
My dad cries at the OnStar commercials.
No...it’s not Jesus. It’s CHEESE-us!
How come a parrot can talk and chicken can’t?
Hey everybody guess what? I got dressed for today. AND tomorrow!
Yes, sometimes I feel depressed... because this hand is so little... and this hand is so BIG. How am I gonna find a glove to fit this hand? It’s always gonna to be cold!
I forgot to feed the gerbil and she ate her own foot! So now she’s with Jesus!
If you see Jesus tell them to take the gerbil babies, they’re Christians!
He was screaming like a wet cat! 
He threw up in his helmet and he couldn’t see, it was the funniest thing I ever saw.
I can make half of me fall asleep.
My dad got sprayed by a skunk. And he had to sit in the backyard in the baby pool and my mom had to pour tomato juice on him? He still stinks a little bit!
If I act like a parrot can I sit on your shoulder?
Let me keep my wings! I’ll be like a penguin--I’ll have wings, but I won’t use them.
Jesus told me where Osama keeps his armies: in his *sleevies!*
Last night I choked on my alphabet soup, and this morning I pulled a ‘W’ out of my nose.
Ringworms make great pets because you can take them everywhere.
It was my dream to turn into a big booger and chase witches of mass destruction!
My hands are freezing to death, they’re gonna start eating each other.
Ohhh it’s warm like a pita pocket!
Gloves have to come in TWOS; Jesus said so it’s like Noah’s Arc.
Look at all the gloves, and socks, and panties!
My name is___ because I couldn’t spell Penelope! 
With Jesus and black magic on my side, we couldn’t go wrong.
Thanks for everything, when things got scary, you just stood there and did nothing.
I had to kill somebody, but I got my glove back.
Remember when your white pants got wet and everyone could see your red panties? It was the funniest thing I ever saw!
*dressed as corn* You can eat me, but you can never kill me, because I look the same going in as going out!
Sometimes my dad goes online and pretends to be someone else.
STOP! He's lying! They're gonna murder us and make us all gamble.
One time he got a spray on tan and everyone at work called him ‘pumpkin head’ and then out behind work they tackled him and tried to carve eyes on his face.
You guys we’re not dinner guests, we ARE the dinner! Turkey, turkey I’ll teach you how to fly!
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artificialqueens · 5 years
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Échappé / Chapter 4 (Branjie) - DenDenMonMon
A/N: Thank you so much for all the love and support you have been giving to this story. I don’t wanna say anything else in fear of spoiling the chapter. This is one of svpermodel’s favorite chapters so that should say something xP since she’s the one that asked me to write the story lol Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
- Monkey.
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Chapter 4
We need to talk about this.
Vanessa read the message on her lockscreen and rolled her eyes. It was no different from the ever flowing string of texts sitting unread on her phone. She pressed the side button to turn the screen black, and put the device face down on the table.
She looked at herself in the mirror, half way through her makeup process, and sighed heavily.
Life had never been easy for her, and she had a special talent to make everything a lot more complicated than it should be. She wished to blame it all on destiny, or fate, or whoever was above that liked to mess with her. She couldn’t. She knew that la virgencita had a lot more issues to worry about than a Puertorican stripper trying to make a life for herself in Los Angeles.
It wasn’t that bad, really. She liked her friends, she liked her job, and she liked her tiny apartment. She liked her life. She knew she wasn’t dumb, but she kept making stupid decisions. That was on her.
The phone vibrated again. The sudden flash made her close her eyes, the black pencil left a trail of eyeliner on her temple to the movement.
Shit.
She looked around but couldn’t find her makeup wipes. Everything looked messy, everything was messy. The table in front of her was as cluttered as her own head. It felt like a never ending jungle of ideas up in there, tangled together and clouding any rational thinking. If her thought process had ever been rational, that was. Sure, her mind usually ran fast, leaving her a very small chance to catch up. She was aware of that. Her mouth was even faster, not waiting for her brain to approve the thought before it was already being pronounced. It got her into trouble constantly, but she liked it like that. It was fun, it was entertaining.
If she had to choose, she would pick her chaotic life a million times over a boring one. That didn’t mean that she didn’t need a break from time to time. She could use one right that instant.
A Kleenex, being waved in front of her face, landed her back into reality.
With her eyes, she followed the arm holding the tissue to find Yvie smiling nervously at her.
She twisted her lips, her own smile even less convincing than her friend’s. “Thanks.”
Yvie’s eyes rolled in annoyance.
Vanessa managed to catch it, that was enough to make her snap. “What you rolling your eyes for?”
Her voice was harsh, she could hear it herself, but there was no stopping now. She had all this frustration inside of her, and there was no available outlet. Better yet, she didn’t have the guts to go and tell how she felt to the right person. If she wanted to pick up a fight, just for the sake of getting the anger out, she knew exactly whose buttons to push.
“You can’t stay mad at me forever,” Yvie retorted.
“Just watch me, bitch.”
“Seriously?” Yvie spoke to her through the mirror. “You are still gonna be pressed about this shit? I already apologized, told you how things happened, and you said you forgave me. What’s all this attitude for?”
Vanessa’s hand went up in the air, waving away Yvie’s comment. “I ain’t giving you no attitude, so don’t get me started on that.”
The huff that left Yvie’s nose was filled with frustration. “I’m gonna be forward about how I feel, because you know that’s the only way I know how to go about things.”
“Fierce. Work,” Vanessa let out sarcastically, her eyes on the vanity in front of her, looking for something, she had already forgotten what it was.
“I’m not gonna come here with excuses. We screwed up, but it wasn’t intentional. We didn’t know. I’m gonna be real with you: not knowing the rules doesn’t condone us breaking them, but you are being too hard on us.”
For a moment, they almost forgot there was someone else in the room, until Trixie spoke. “Okay, so my dance knowledge may extend to, like, Dance Moms and a bunch of Abby Lee memes but, what exactly happened?” She walked to stand between them, makeup brush in hand, successfully creating a physical barrier in the battlefield that had been preparing. “Isn’t there like an age restriction for these things? Why were you able to dance but not them?”
Both Vanessa and Yvie looked at each other, silently pondering who should give the explanation, even when Trixie pronounced the question directly to Vanessa.
With a sigh, Vanessa turned around on her seat, facing them for the first time. “Okay, so like, yeah. Not the group challenges. There was no age limita… limi-lim… there was no age limit, okay?” She hated when that happened, when being bilingual became zerolingual and she was unable to speak either language properly. She continued either way, like she always did. “We just had to turn in a list of all the dancers’ names for the Dance Off, so they knew, you know, who was participating and shit. We could only bring those five, and there was no changing them. Any last minute change had to be approved by the judges.”
Trixie nodded her head, finally understanding the disqualification.
Yvie looked at the ground for a minute, before complementing the clarification. “We didn’t know, or I didn’t, I don’t know about Brooke. If she did, I think she was too into the moment to remember.”
“Don’t worry,” Trixie said, her voice softer than usual. “We will get the money somehow. I mean, if this was Brooke’s fault maybe she can put in the money we lost because of her.” She laughed at her own words, oblivious to the fact that Brooke had already offered, many, many times.
Vanessa sat back down, planning to return her attention to the task at hand. “Whatever. I’m not talking to that hoe no more.”
The seat next to her was occupied by Yvie, her long fingers started applying foundation directly from the container. “I know Brooke has been texting you,” she spoke carefully. “You haven’t replied or taken any of her calls. What’s the deal with that?”
“It don’t fucking matter now,” Vanessa tried to close the subject.
Of course, Yvie wouldn’t be her true self if she didn’t push the subject, any subject. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter? Of course it does. She’s been miserable this whole week and you won’t even give her the chance to apologize. You just keep pushing her away.”
Vanessa whipped her head to look at her, her hair flying to rest on her opposite shoulder. “What good is it to ya, bitch?” She was raising her voice again, but Yvie had taunted her. “What do you care so much about this whole mess? This ain’t your motherfucking business, so don’t act like you know what you are talking about.”
“I say the truth.” Yvie matched her tone of voice. “I call bitches out, you know that. So don’t come for me as if this is some new shit. You are always pushing people away. Here you have an amazing person, willing to help you, willing to help the cause, but you have your head way up your ass and can’t see it. It’s fucking selfish.”
“Oh, is that how you really feel? I’m selfish now, okay. What happened to all the wooty-wooty-woot you was crying to me about the other night? About you being my sis and us kicking it and shit?”
She wasn’t going to start a fight again, Yvie took a deep breath and calmed herself down. “That was real, girl. I’m saying you are selfish with yourself. Give yourself a chance to open up. Nobody achieves anything alone, we all need help from time to time, and it’s okay to accept it.”
The room fell quiet, because Yvie was right. Trixie knew it, even Vanessa knew it herself. There was no way she would give her the satisfaction to know that, though. She was ready to fight back, her feisty side was coming up with a million and one responses to her friend’s allegations. Maybe it was anger, maybe it was some actual self restriction, but words wouldn’t come out of her mouth. Her mind was yelling at her, telling her to attack, to go for the jugular, to defend herself, but nothing came out. She simply sat there, eyeshadow pallet up in the air, lips mutely parted in shock.
“Are you ready for a show?”
The sultry voice called everybody’s attention away from the uncomfortable stare battle. They turned around just to see Katya dramatically pressing herself against the doorframe.
The first one to react was Trixie, who screamed in delight and motioned her to come in. Katya did as she was told, moving around as if she had known that dressing room her entire life. She found her rightful place on Trixie’s lap, her legs swinging in between Trixie’s opened ones.
“Ew.” She shuddered dramatically. “What is all this tension? Jesus.” Her hands swatted the air, as if she were trying to keep flies away from her face.
Trixie hid her face in Katya’s neck before pointed at the pair. “They are fighting over Brooke.”
“Brooke?” Katya asked surprised. “Did you finally talk to her?”
“No!” Yvie answered for Vanessa. “That’s what has her so upset, because she’s too stubborn to listen and try to fix things.”
A small fuck you sounded under her breath, but Vanessa didn’t say anything to deny the statement. It wasn’t that she didn’t have much to say. Nobody really knew what had indeed happened, nobody understood her relationship with Brooke. Hell, even she was unsure if there even was one. Brooke was always so poised and distant. She acted so professional that it was hard to understand if she really cared or if the whole situation had been a business venture for her.
It was while trying to unravel that mystery that something Katya said called her attention. “You know, I was probably her first charity case, a long-long time ago.”
Vanessa spun around to see Katya. “What you talking about?”
Katya twisted in Trixie’s lap, unable to separate from her for one second, and faced Vanessa. “Oh, Momma, I was a mess. I had these massive episodes of anxiety. They kept me from… doing anything, really. I couldn’t keep a job, almost dropped out of school. The whole shit show.” There was a nervous smile playing on her lips. “I was really good at hiding how horrible things were, like, mad good. Brooke noticed I was acting differently when she came home during a tour break. She helped me through community college, and gave me a job as soon as I was out. Haven’t left each other’s side since then.”
“You’ve known each other for a long time, then?” Yvie asked, curiosity lacing her voice.
“Oh, we go way back. I hated Canada when my dad was first transferred. Hated it! Brooke lived next door to us in this Godforsaken neighborhood. Brooke told me about this gymnastics class they had at the same community center where she took ballet. We–”
“Community center?” Vanessa interrupted her.
“Yes, bitch!” Katya replied, exasperated. “Why do you think her bony ass is set to save yours? She knows how important they are for the kids. It reminds her of where we grew up. That’s when her dancing career started. It’s a really big deal for her.”
It felt like a bucket of cold water had fallen on top of Vanessa. She had no idea Brooke had gone through any of that.
“Of course you didn’t.” It looked like she said those words out loud, because Katya was responding to her very thoughts. “She doesn’t like to talk about that, about how stinking poor we were. We made it out, that’s all that matters, I guess,” she said with the shrug of one shoulder. “She worked so hard and became this amazing woman who gives back as much as she can. I’m so proud of her.”
The words resounded in Vanessa’s ears. This was a whole new side of Brooke that she didn’t even know existed. It was unimaginable that the picture perfect Brooke she knew had, at some point of her life, had literally nothing. Of course it wasn’t a nice feeling to learn about another person’s pain and suffering, but a new level of humanity had been revealed and Vanessa was struggling to comprehend what it meant.
Thoughts of a young Brooke, having the mere minimum to survive, ran across her head as she finished her makeup. She didn’t know shit about Canada, but she knew hardship, and she knew it well. Vanessa pictured Brooke going to bed without dinner, curling up in a ball, and begging sleep to distract her from the hunger. Because that was what Vanessa had done. The same scene she remembered from her own childhood played in her head, but in Brooke’s there was snow. She did know Canada had snow.
Mental images took her away from the conversation around her, until she was done getting ready. A few minutes before their show started, Silky walked into the room, which forced Katya to say her goodbyes.
“So, will I see you guys at the gala tomorrow?” She asked, swinging in Trixie’s arms, who held her from behind.
The girls agreed in unison, but Vanessa had no idea what they were talking about.
“Wha-what gala?”
“This is our last week here, we always have a big charity event before the closing night,” Katya explained. “I gave Trixie the tickets. You should all come. It’s super fun. There are auctions that go insane. Rich people get so competitive and bid on, like, eccentric trips to Europe and stuff, and all goes to charity. I’m offering a private gymnastic class.”
“I signed up for a night out and dance,” Trixie intervened.
“Yeah, and I’m emptying my savings account ‘cause you ain’t dancing for anybody else, Barbara.” Katya spun in Trixie’s arms and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“Ew! Go away. You are leaving red lipstick on my face!”
Katya lifted an eyebrow but did nothing to move. “I don’t remember you complaining about my lipstick last night.” The tone of her voice left nothing to imagination.
Trixie screamed in surprise. “I don’t remember your lips being on my face, though.”
That was all Silky could take. “Alright, girl, you need to take your nasty ass out of here, right now!”
Between laughs and giggles was that Katya stepped out of the room. Her words still going round and round in Vanessa’s head. All the information she had just acquired made it hard to concentrate. Her set was more or less okay, even if it wasn’t up to her own standards. She did make some money that night, but it wasn’t much.
There was no way she was going to be able to save the center, not in the two weeks they had left before the demolition. As much money as she could put in from her tips, there was simply not enough to spare. So, as she was counting dollar bills in the dressing room, like she did after every show, an idea hit her.
She found Trixie and explained she wanted to sign up for the charity event as well. She could do the dinner and dance thing, just like her.
A quick phone call to Katya arranged everything and they were given all the necessary information.
Vanessa learned that she needed to wear a gown, it was a gala after all. Her picture was going to be taken upon arrival. That picture with her name, along with the cause she was supporting, were going to be displayed during the cocktail hour. Once the auction started, she was going to be pulled up to the front. By then, a list of what the night out would entail should have already been given to her. The bidding would be live, and the highest offer would win.
Katya promised no funny business should be involved, unless both parties agreed to it. But Vanessa was sure that was more of a reminder for Trixie than her.
It sounded simple, really. Yet, when they arrived at the event, Vanessa couldn’t help but feel anxious.
She had heard about the Beverly Hilton before. She had known of fancy events taking place there. She never, not in a million years, imagined she was going to be an actual guest at that venue. There were people tending to her every need, helping her down from the car, taking her coat, walking her inside, and showing her to her table.
For what it was worth, she liked to think that she was a really good actress. She thanked people as if she were used to that type of treatment, and moved around the place with a confidence she didn’t have. She could only hope her acting was believable enough to make her look like she belonged, or at least to make her look less stupid than her friends.
Trixie, Yvie and Silky walked behind her, excitingly whispering and pointing at every single thing that called their attention.
When they reached their table, another wave of insecurity washed over Vanessa. They had been told how to dress, but their most elegant gowns were nothing in comparison to the ladies around them. Vanessa’s group clearly stood out from the crowd of fancy dark-colored dresses, with sparkling embellishments that clearly weren’t rhinestones.
She wore a short red dress that fell over one shoulder, every inch of exposed skin had been covered with glitter. She needed to look expensive, so shining like gold had sounded like a good idea. Yvie wore a green gown, it seemed pretty normal if nobody looked at the train, where a small Hot Wheels car had been attached to it. Trixie was living her Barbie Doll fantasy in a puffy pink dress and a bow that was probably as big as her head. The cherry on top was Silky, who wasn’t really that far off from the dress code, but had her fake church lady voice on as she talked to the other guests.
It became too much. Vanessa excused herself and made her way to the bathroom. Even that space was fancy as shit. At the entrance, there was a small corridor with mirrors all around her. Vanessa analyzed herself from every possible angle before stepping inside the restroom. There were two paths after the second door, one led to a room with at least five vanity desks. Each space had a mirror with big fat light bulbs around it. There was a stack of towels on one side of the table, and a blowdryer and a flat iron rested on the other end.
The other hallway led to the stalls, and that was where Vanessa walked to. She opened the water tap, just to give herself something to do. She read the labels on the many bottles in front of her as she wetted her hands. The cold water worked to calm her nerves down. She didn’t know what she was doing there. Whoever thought it was a good idea to show up at that place, with it’s fancy people, overly nice waiters, and expensive towels, had been crazy. Shaking her head she reminded herself the true reason why she was there. She needed the money.
A door behind her opened. That was when she saw her. Brooke walked out of the stall. She had her blonde hair pulled back as always, as the ballerina that she was. A blue velvet dress hugged every single curve of one side of her body, while the other half gave a nude illusion, an intricate flower design covered her most intimate areas. She looked good. Really good.
“Hi,” she spoke to Vanessa through the mirror. “Katya told me you were coming.”
It took a moment for Vanessa to reply, her eyes lingering in the placement of certain petals. “Yeah, well, she told us some big pockets were gonna be around. We had to try our luck, you know?”
Brooke smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Hey, umm, I’m sorry. I…” she trailed off, her voice getting caught in her throat.
Before she could say anything, Vanessa shook her hand in the air. “No. Don’t worry about it. I get it. I’m the one that’s sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” she insisted.
Vanessa chuckled. “Is this gonna be one of those ‘no, you hang up’ kinda bullshit?”
This time the smile lit up Brooke’s face completely. “Not necessarily, but I do need you to know that I can’t apologize enough. I called everyone I knew. I tried to fix this. I tried, Vanessa, I really did.”
Her voice told her that she was being honest. Vanessa believed her. She was just about to tell her that when Trixie came running through the maze of hallways.
“There you are, bitch! C’mon. Katya needs us.”
She looked at Brooke for a moment, not really knowing what to say but not wanting the conversation to end like that. “Listen, I…”
“You have to go,” Brooke finished for her. “It’s fine. We can talk later.”
By the time she was done pronouncing the sentence, Trixie was already dragging Vanessa by the wrist.
They reached the main stage just in time to see how a ceramic plate was sold for eight thousand dollars.
“Now for the next item, we have a pleasant night out, including dinner and dancing with Miss Vanessa Mateo.” She stepped into the center of the stage as the auctioneer read her qualities as if she were a car on sale. “Originally from Puerto Rico, Miss Mateo is a twenty-four year old dance teacher, who’s donation will go to…”
Vanessa tuned out after that. She played the part, smiling, walking around, and fluttering her eyelashes like it was her trademark move. But she had never in her life felt more exposed; and she danced naked around a pole for a living. It made her feel cheap but, when she saw the first paddle being lifted, she realized there was nothing cheap about the situation.
“A thousand,” yelled a man on the front table.
Another paddle was lifted. “Two thousand.”
“I have three thousand on the phone,” said an operator to their side.
Vanessa stood still as the bids went up one thousand at the time. She could only see numbers on white pieces of cardboard as a man offered more than the previous one. The auctioneer spoke fast, and the paddles move faster. Before she knew it, someone was offering ten thousand dollars to take her out for dinner.
Then a voice came from the far end of the room. “Twenty thousand dollars,” the woman said, her tone firm and inflexible.
“Twenty thousand going once, going twice…” There was an unnecessary pause, nobody was going to top that bidding. “Sold to buyer number five.”
Vanessa looked around, spotting the number on the paddle first, and Brooke’s smile second.
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sadrien · 7 years
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wanna chat? pt.20
on ao3 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20
i'm not dead yet but i'm v close
eponine = alya enjolras = marinette grantaire = nino marius = adrien
enjoy
13:04
eponine: dont listen to marinette
enjolras: Ummm???? LIsten to Marinette
eponine: no fuck u
enjolras: :P
grantaire: ???????? what did you do  
eponine: NOTHI N G
enjolras: She tried to chase Chat after the akuma attack and almost fell in the Seine 
eponine: i did not
enjolras: She was 100% ready to swim
eponine: NO I WANS T
grantaire: oh is that where you went
eponine: f i g h t  m e
grantaire: al youd do anything for another interview wiht one of them
eponine: >:( u arent wrong tho
grantaire: exactly i cant believe you almost went into the river  
eponine: i hate you
 14:16 
enjolras: Has anyone heard from Adrien today??
grantaire: i talked to him thsi morning
enjolras: When was this morning
grantaire: uhhh like…. 2  
enjolras: Sleep??? Is a thing??????????
grantaire: video games are also a thing
enjolras: I hate you
grantaire: </3
 14:25 
eponine: good afternoon i am gay
grantaire: youre bi
eponine: good afternoon i am bi do u have a moment 2 talk about our lord and savior ladybug 
enjolras: Why are you like thsi
eponine: im running on like 5 cups of coffee
marius: lmao lame
eponine: what 
grantaire: ?????
enjolras: Did alya steal adriens phone again
eponine: first of all rude second of all what 
marius: who even is everyone on here??} what kind of nerd club is this  
grantaire has changed their name to nino
nino: blame adrien he got all geeky on us  
eponine has changed their name to ladybugfan2020
ladybugfan2020: hello im still bi
marius: what in fresh hell is going on here
enjolras has changed their name to mari
mari: Who are you??? And why do you have Adriens phone  
marius: because he’s too trusting lol guess who’s thumbprint is in it and has access to everything 
nino: i know my dude doesnt have anything weird on his phone that he wouldnt want people to see but still bro thats ominous  
marius: ;* 
ladybugfan2020: really tho who r u
marius: god i can’t believe you can’t figure it out who do you think adrien would trust not only with his phone but also enough to put their fingerprint in it????? 
ladybugfan2020: nino mari probably not me but a girl can dream ladybug chat link 
marius: i’m stopping you right there because fictional characters don’t count i’m honestly offended is there a block button on skype??? 
mari: Why do you have his phone Chloe? 
marius: wow!!! one of you has a brain!!! a concept 
nino: oh shit he had a big photoshoot today didnt he man i feel bad that i forgot 
mari: He didnt want to talk about it much dont feel too bad
marius: no shame on you for forgetting clearly i’m the only one who cares about adrien here 
ladybugfan2020 has removed marius from the group. 
mari: Alya no
ladybugfan2020: alya yes?? i dont like her 
mari: I mean same but Adrein wont know why hes been removed
nino: mars got a point
ladybugfan2020: ugh y do i like either of u
ladybugfan2020 has added marius to the group.
marius: fucking rude
ladybugfan2020: fight me
marius: maybe i will!!!!
nino: last time you did that al got akumatized lets ton e it down
marius left this group
ladybugfan2020 has added marius to this group.
marius: fuck you
ladybugfan2020: oh u wish
marius: i want out
mari: Then put down Adriens phone??
marius: i’m bored this photoshoot is boring you’re all JUST as boring though  
marius has changed their name to chlo
chlo: a random reminder that i hate you all and am only talking to you because i’m desperate
nino: im honored
chlo: you should be
ladybugfan2020: new question y r u at the photoshoot
chlo: cause i was in part of it?? duh 
mari: You model?
chlo: ok so clearly i need to talking up myself MORE i thought that was something people like you wanted me to stop doing make up your mind 
mari: You cant tell but Im rolling m y eyes
chlo: of course i’m a model have you seen me
nino: unfortunately
chlo: fuck off
ladybugfan2020 has renamed this conversation to “chloe sux”
chlo: fucking this is why i’m not friends with any of you  
mari: Lets be real you wouldnt be friends with us if we werent like this
chlo: probably true
nino: i dunno we were pretty close when we were 6?  
chlo: oh god don’t remind me i’ve blocked that from my memory 
nino: what? dont like remembering how we got married on the playground 
chlo: get out of my life lahiffe
nino: are we getting a divorce?? 
mari: No you got divorced when we were 8
ladybugfan2020: i feel like im watching a soap opera wild did we all get married on the playground??? i got married to this girl in my class when i was 4 and she was my first kiss good times we had to break up tho cause she wanted to go on the slide when i wanted to use the monkey bars 
mari: Aw tragic young love
chlo: not surprised
ladybugfan2020: k ive shared every1 else go share ur 1st kiss
mari: Kim in a game of truth or dare when I was eleven
nino: chloe at our wedding
chlo: lame also i don’t owe you anything cesaire  
ladybugfan2020: i can just ask adrien later
chlo: fuck ok i kissed alix the day before nino and i got married alix kissed me i think it was a dare  
nino: i cannot believe you cheated on me i want another divorce 
chlo: yeah yeah
ladybugfan2020: whyd u 2 divorce anyway?
nino: chloe didnt invite me to her birthday
chlo: ummm????? i mean no i didn’t because it was a girls only sleepover but also i remember YOU had a crush on mari so 
ladybugfan2020: just kno i am living
mari: YOu had a crush on me when we wer e 8???
nino: mari i hope you know everyone has had a crush on you
mari: ???????????????
ladybugfan2020: can confirm
chlo: ew they need me to do something i’ll steal adrien’s phone back later be less lame when i get back 
nino: no promises
ladybugfan2020: lmao anyway now we just gotta find out who adriens 1st kiss was any1 kno?  
mari: Nino would know
nino: i mean i do but thats for him to share im sure he will but ill let him do it 
ladybugfan2020: nice now we just gotta remember to ask ive got it 
ladybugfan2020 has renamed this conversation to “who was adrien agrestes first kiss??? find out more at 6”.
mari: Subtle
ladybufan2020: thanks
 14:43 
chlo: i lived bitch
nino: did chloe just meme
chlo: of course i did???? i mean come ON adrien agreste is my best friend what did you expect?  
nino: nah dude hes my bes t friend
chlo: no he’s not
ladybugfan2020: rude™
mari: Were his best friends???? 
chlo: pff you’re more than just his friends 
ladybugfan2020: ????
chlo: nothing anyway you people are boring god did you do nothing while i was gone?? how does he suffer being in your presence 
nino: has anyone ever told you youre kinda rude and obnoxious
chlo: yeah you multiple times 
nino: cool imma do it again
chlo: where’s the middle finger emoji 
nino: :P
mari: I cant believe you came back  
chlo: yeah neither can i guess you’re less boring and annoying than doing nothing
PM between chlo and ladybugfan2020
ladybugfan2020: can i ask y u hate mari 
chlo: i don’t hate her
ladybufan2020: …
chlo: it’s a long story
ladybugfan2020: well shes my best friend and ur kind of a dick to her
chlo: yeah well i’m not a nice person
ladybugfan2020: have u ever considered trying to b a nicer person
chlo: fuck off adrien agreste is my best friend what the hell do you think 
ladybugfan2020: try harder
in who was adrien agrestes first kiss??? find out more at 6 
mari: Has Adrien seriously been working this whole time???
chlo: not constantly but he hasn’t had much downtime when he’s not getting pictures taken of him they’re having him do other stuff probably cause he’s the boss’ kid but i don’t know i just pose and look pretty 
nino: use no brain power like usual
chlo: haha very funny
ladybug2020: do u think hes gonna read through all these messages???
mari: Depends on if hes tired or not
ladybug2020: mk hey sunshine if ur reading this ilysm thats all 
chlo: ugh they need me
mari: I mean you are like Working 
chlo: whatever we’re almost done so adrien will probably be on next bye losers
nino: bye ex wife
 15:07 
chlo: Ok I see that something happened Oh my username has changed Well ok that explains almost everything
chlo has changed their nickname to adrien 
adrien: I had to turn autocaps back on
nino: dude thats lame
adrien: I’m a lame person Also to answer the chat name’s question Nino 
ladybugfan2020: ???????? what??????????? when did this happen?????? 
adrien: A few months ago?
nino: sounds about right 
adrien: I had to do a photoshoot that was going to involve kissing a girl and I didn’t want my first kiss to be work related I was talking about it to Nino and he was like “the answer is to have your first kiss before the photoshoot”  
mari: And so the next logical step was to kiss NIno
adrien: …yeah sort of
nino: fun fact adrien is a great kisser @alya cause mari already knows 
mari: Please stop talking to me oh my god
ladybugfan2020: i feel like im missing out how do i get adrien agreste to kiss me how did u do it mari? it was an accident right??? just like…fall asleep on his face?  
mari: I’m leaving goodbye I hate you all
ladybugfan2020: </3
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stevensgrnts · 7 years
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I know this is late but I just saw you reblogged so, PRETTY PLEASE, might I request Eggsy/Ivy and Illya/Nat (I know it was just an idea but I loved it) for the OTP meme? (slips you monopoly 5er and a my best attempt at a wink)
Which one sends emojis when texting?
They both do but it depends on the conversation though. If it’s a serious convo and Eggsy sends the monkey emoji that’s covering his eyes Ivy is gonna be pissed.
Which one cried during a disney movie?
For someone that acts like nothing gets to her, effects her, Ivy cries like a little bitch during ANY disney movie. Eggsy finds it quite amusing when they’re babysitting and Daisy is unperturbed while Ivy is bawling.
Who does the cooking?
Ivy. She hasn’t always had the healthiest relationship with food. It’s still really hard for her to give up that control over what is being put into her body. There’s good days where Eggsy can get away with cooking dinner but there’s are also bad days where Ivy slips back into old habits and can’t eat until everything has been measured and weighed.
Who decorates for the holiday season?
Eggsy does. Ivy has skipped the last few christmases in favor of backpacking to some new place where no one knew her. Now without her dad, it’s harder to get into the spirit.
Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?
THEY BOTH DO. Ivy does it when they’re in bed and her feet are like ice. Eggsy will sneak up behind her and will touch her neck or her hips. After she lets out a gasp at his could touch he’ll ask if his hands were cold.
Which person would stay up all night reading their favorite book, and which one would carry the other to bed?
See this would go to Ivy but most nights, Ivy reads to Eggsy when they’re in bed. He likes the sound of her voice when she reads. It’s honeyed and intoxicating. There’s been many nights Ivy’s been reading and he’s fallen asleep with his head on her stomach.
Who laughs more during sex?
Ivy. Eggsy makes her feel safe and comfortable.
Who takes longer to shower?
Eggsy. He sings in the shower and just loses track of time.
asdfghjkl i can’t believe you remember nat and illya! i’m make this like a modern au bc the texting wasn’t a thing in the 60s.
Which one sends emojis when texting?
Natalia would. She could send a one work message with like 10 heart emojis. Illya would never send them. He’s more into the old school emoticons like :). 
Which one cried during a disney movie?
Illya but he’ll deny it at all cost because that is “Not the Russian way.”
Who does the cooking?
For a long time, Nat did. Illya would just get so frustrated in the kitchen and would likely break something. When Illya breaks the third plate from the expensive china set they got from Napoleon–a belated wedding gift, Nat forces him into a cooking class. He surprisingly enjoyed it and will occasionally cook. A bent spoon is the only casualty. 
Who decorates for the holiday season?
Nat forces Illya into one of her horribly knit sweaters and a ridiculous elf hat (pointed ears and all). She’ll put on a Christmas album and dance around their little house while decorating. 
Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?
Nat would do it if it got a reaction from Illya but it doesn’t. He just tries to warm them up for her.
Which person would stay up all night reading their favorite book, and which one would carry the other to bed?
Thankfully Illya reads in bed most nights. Nat can’t carry let alone drag him back to bed if he were to fall asleep anywhere else. There is one time though, where he did fall asleep on the couch, book splayed open on his chest. There couch is too small for Illya to comfortably sleep on. He’d wake up with a kink in his neck and his back sore. So Nat has to wake him up gently and lead him back to bed.
Who laughs more during sex?
Nat most definitely. 
Who takes longer to shower?
They both take really quick showers. 
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