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itsjustsemantics · 1 year

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Love, Javier - Chpt: 5

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n, no physical description, established backstory, no clear age gap mentioned)

content/warnings: reminiscent!Javi, guilt about the past, reader/OFC has a boyfriend, aeroplane!javi, Steve and connie are having a baby! partially reminiscent conversation and a carefully constructed Bloody Mary ;)

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Chapter 5: The Airport (1993)

Javier ticked his jaw as he waited for his turn at the coffee shop somewhere around his terminal. Now that he thought about it, he had barely given his ticket more than a brief glance. His eyes ran over the block letters consciously.

Between receiving news that he had been promoted to all the excessive bureaucracy that took place to solidify his position he had barely had five minutes to himself to sit down and let it all sink in.

It reminded him of when they had shipped him off to DC. After the Judy Moncado debacle. One second he had Escobar being handed to him on a golden platter and the next he was on a plane to Washington, as far away from Escobar as possible, waiting for the bad media to blow over like some shameful celebrity. He loathed it-scratch that, he loathed himself.

He looked down at the shiny marble flooring, scooting ahead one space. The man that looked back wasn’t Javier Peña, the confident asshole from the DEA, who’s only goal was to catch Escobar, no matter what. It was a man who had slogged his ass five years trying and a man who wasn’t even there to see it end. Why? Because he was just too damn hell bent on ending it all.

He looked up and in response to the barista’s greeting, his face barely cooperating at the smile he commanded. He ran his hand along his cheek.

“I’d like a tall coffee, black, no sugar.” He slid a couple bills on the counter and slid his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans.

“You can pick it up from the next counter.” The barista handed him some change which he pocketed carelessly this time. “Thank you, have a pleasant day.”

He grabbed his coffee, throwing another one of his half-hearted smiles at the woman whom he had brushed past.

Now here he was, impatiently waiting to get back to his post in Columbia. Javier needed to do things the proper way this time. No sidestepping the law, and doing bad things to catch the bad guys. This promotion was a second chance he thought he didn’t deserve. That along with the claps on the back he had gotten, congratulating him on Escobar’s downfall. He was anything but a hero.

He had to take down Cali without any of that. Sure, for himself but he also felt like he owed it to everyone down there. There was a fire lit in his gut and a well-rested responsibility coursed through his veins; Acting as a constant reminder to what he had done. Although all of that would have to wait, and he would have to deal with his overwhelming drive to do the right thing for another couple of weeks.

He sat at one of the small round tables and sipped his coffee slowly inspecting the roar of applause that erupted from the small television in the far corner. Steve Balboni had hit another home run.

You wrapped your arms around Dusty’s neck one last time as he snuck in a final kiss. “I’ll miss you.” He mumbled into your lips and you smiled, pulling away.

“I’ll miss you too.” You resisted the urge to swing on your heels like some gleeful toddler and took his hand in yours instead.

“Come on, let’s get a coffee before you board.” He laced his fingers with yours and you made your way to a small starbucks.

~0o0~

“Yes, two tall lattes, a single shot of espresso please and the sugars on the side.” You said, fishing out some dollars from your wallet. The barista asked for your name which you said, still fishing out some change from your wallet. He then ushered you to the next counter while you waited, moving on to the next person in line.

You glanced to your left, courtesy of a casual curiosity and you let out an incredulous exhale.

It couldn’t be. You thought, blinking slowly. You peeked at the figure again, only confirming your suspicions. Neatly trimmed moustache, over a pair of shapely lips and a set of soft brown eyes. There was no mistaking it. Javier Peña.

It was his Romanesque features and cool demeanour that gave him away. Prominent nose and a strong jaw, the latter neatly shaved. A dimple creased his cheek as he smiled at the barista and shoved his wallet back into the back pocket of his fitting jeans. You had spent eighteen hours with the man and the image of him had been deeply ingrained in your mind after spending so long in his presence.

The server called out your name loudly and his eyes met yours at the sound. You gave him a small, tight smile. Which he only returned with an even smaller one. You swiped your lattes off the counter and watched him brush past you, reaching for his own order.

Your mouth hung open as you followed him with your eyes, simultaneously making your way towards Dusty at a table.

“Who was that?” He asked, raising himself from his seat to help you set the drinks down. Your eyes still bore a deep gaze at Javier, who sat on the opposite end, eyeing the baseball game.

He was clad in a half sleeve linen button up, and fitted jeans; same as when you had seen him the first time. You saw that he had traded his deep beige jacket for a black leather one and of course, his yellow coolers, sitting snazzily on the bridge of his nose. You pursed your lips.

“Thank god he couldn’t place me.” You said with a frown, plopping down next to Dusty. “I drove from Chicago to New York with him five years ago and it was the longest night of my life.”

“What happened,” Dusty enquired, picking up his latte. Your mind swished back five years ago, recollecting the events. You shook your head with a laugh.

“God, it was like sitting next to some sort of Don Juan.” You saw Dusty’s face mould into a quizzical one, glancing at Javier.

“He helped me get a date with some guy-” Your brain searched for a name and your eyebrows knit at the blank slate. “Oh god, I can’t remember his name.” You set down your latte turning to Dusty. “Don’t get involved with me Dustin, I’m not even close to thirty and I can't remember the name of the guy I was so smitten over, five years ago.”

“So what happened?” Dusty, brushed your rant to the side.

“When?”

“When he helped you and then…?”

“Oh,” You breathed, “The conversation went on into men and women being friends- and this I remember clear as day.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “He said that men and women could never really be friends. Do you think that’s true?” You looked up at Dustin over the rim of your cup. He thought for a couple seconds before shaking his head in disagreement.

“No.”

“Do you have any woman friends?”

“No.” He said again and you raised your eyebrows. “But I will get some if it's important to you.” He completed, leaning in for a quick peck.

“Colin Anderson!” You exclaimed suddenly, pulling away from Dusty with a relieved breath. “That was his name, thank god.” You shook your head.

A couple minutes later Dustin drowned the last of his latte and got up, looking at his watch.

“I will miss you,” He held out his hand to you, helping you out of your seat. You ran your fingers over the front of your blouse. “I love you.” He pulled you into his arms.

“You do?” You giggled, smile widening.

“Yes,” He breathed, “Now cm’re.” He pulled you into a kiss.

“I love you,” you said after pulling away.

“Is that the time?” You gasped, after your eyes briefly swept over your watch catching the hands inching forwards.

“You’d better be off then.” Dusty nodded in the direction of the long line of gates.

“I’ll see you soon,” you called back to him, waving, his figure getting smaller and smaller as you made your way to your gate.

~0o0~

You wiggled in your seat, reaching for a magazine behind the netted pocket of the chair in front of you. More as an excuse to peer through the crack between the seats than for actual reading purposes. You watched as your potential seat-mate jostled by the aisle.

Your attention momentarily gravitated towards an elderly couple squabbling over their luggage in the pair of seats on the other side of the aisle. The elderly lady ignoring her husband’s rational pleas and fishing through her magenta purse, hissing irrational retorts. The man seated right next to them looked up towards the ceiling of the aircraft. You could tell that he knew he would have to put up with the constant bickering for the duration of the journey.

A jean clad figure obstructed your view and you cleared your throat, directing your gaze away and straightening up in your seat. You heard the shuffling in the cabin above and the lid shutting close with a ‘smack’. You never seemed to get rid of your nerves.

You smoothened some non-existing wrinkles out of your clothes as the person took their seat next to you. A musky scent with notes of amber and cedar subjugated the scent of the cold aeroplane air as they hit the seats.

You turned to acknowledge him and you nearly laughed out loud at the absurd coincidence. Here he was, yet again, sitting next to you after your uneventful run in earlier.

His leather jacket squeaked as he adjusted in his seat and you couldn't help but stare at his indifference attitude. He turned to you and nodded a smile, you barely returned it, still somewhat embarrassed from before.

You saw him steal another glance at you through the side of your eye as you took a long sip of water.

Javier tortured himself throughout takeoff trying to place a name to your hauntingly familiar face. He occasionally glanced at you each time lasting longer than the last. Hoping that another look would be able to. He ran his fingers along his chin as you fished out a magazine and flipped it open uninterested. Your eyes aimlessly scanned the perfume and beauty section with the over priced self care products.

“Anything you’d like to drink?” The air hostess smiled down at him and he broke his gaze.

“Nothing for me, thanks.” He shook his head, but took the miniature water bottle that she handed him with a smile.

“You, ma’am?” She turned to you.

“Do you have any bloody mary mix?” The air hostess nodded and reached into her cart.

“No, wait. Here’s what I want.” You sat up in your seat. Javier turned to face you, head on this time. “I want regular tomato juice filled up about three quarters then just a splash of bloody mary mix, just a splash-”

And a piece of lime, but on the side. Javier completed mentally, condemning himself for not recognising you earlier. He smiled softly into his fist, waiting for the air hostess to complete making your drink.

Your lips froze over the rim of your glass when he said your name. You finished your sip and turned to him.

“Connie’s cousin, the University of Chicago right?”

“Yes.” You smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Your soft features had matured, somehow becoming far more attractive but your foibles had remained the same, for the most part at least; it had only been something short of an hour.

“How’s Connie?” He asked, leaning back into his seat. “And the baby?” he added quickly.

The last time Javier had seen Connie was a week before she had decided to move back to Miami with the baby, 1990? Javier pondered. He had barely kept in touch with Steve after Escobar’s death, let alone Mrs.Murphy.

“Well Connie is expecting.” You hummed blissfully, your brows giving away your enthusiasm. “Only a couple months in though.”

“Oh,” Javier said, “I bet she’s ecstatic.”

“Very,” You smiled, taking another sip of your carefully curated beverage. “Oh- And Olivia has started walking, she's about this tall now-” You raised your hand just below your hips proudly.

Javier chuckled softly, recalling Steve complaining to him about his lack of clean t-shirts. It hadn’t even been 3 years since. Javier made a mental note to give him a call once he landed; see how family life was treating him.

“So how’ve you been?” Javier leaned back into his seat, the corner of his eye on you.

“Decent, you know, run of the mill.” You breathed some weight hanging onto your words. Then you slapped on a smile and turned to him

“Mmhmm, yeah” He hummed, tilting his head towards you. “That plan of yours…” Javier started, “Show producer or journalist?”

Javier twisted open his water bottle as you rolled your eyes.

“I knew you thought it was silly.” You let out an amused breath and he shrugged with a smirk. “Well, I’m actually a creative director for this morning show.”

“In D.C?” Javier’s eyebrow shot up.

“Hmm? No, no. It was just a short seminar I had to attend.” You sighed. “And I’m going to Austin for a short segment we planned.”

“So New York then, like you planned?” Javier slotted the bottle in the netted pocket.

“Well…well no, it's this local T.V station in Miami.” Your fingers laced in your lap and you slapped on a half-hearted smile. “Enough about me,” You drew in a long breath. “From what I've heard, you deserve some commendation; Escobar’s been on the news everywhere.”

“Hmm, yeah.” Javier said. He had seen it on almost every broadcasting channel. Another pathetic reminder of the fact that he hadn’t been able to witness it real-time.

An unsaid understanding passed between the two of you. The last 5 years hadn’t gone as either of you had planned.

~0o0~

“You still don’t date? I don’t believe it.” You exclaimed, shaking your head.

“I have-” Javier corrected, hoping that it wouldn't turn into another lecture.

“It's just not for you.” You completed with him. He raised his eyebrows at you as he picked up your cup and tossed it into the large garbage bag making its way through the aisle. You nodded a small 'thanks'.

“You know, Dusty said he would never date after highschool.” You straightened out your neck knowingly.

“Well ‘Dusty’s last name happens to be Dinkleman.” Javier joked and you rolled your eyes at his petty attempt at a jab

“Besides, he’s your typical wall street guy.” He said, more seriously this time.

When Javier turned to face you your eyebrows were creased together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You frowned and Javier knew that look all too well.

“They all live the same lives.” He rested his temple on two fingers. “Graduate from an ivy, get a job in some firm on wall street. Then they meet someone, have a safe lunch and then decide they like the woman enough to move on to dinner.” Javier used his other hand to gesticulate. “Maybe they go dancing - do the white man’s overbite-”

“What on earth is that?” You looked at him curiously. Javier caught his bottom lip with his teeth and rocked his shoulders in small movements, up and down; his hands balled into loose fists.

You laughed audibly. Mouth contoured into a grin; drinking up his sardonic story.

“Dustin’s never done that.” You shook your head, almost embarrassed.

“Take him dancing honey.” Javier said, leaning back into palm and you snorted again, picturing the scene.

“Anyways,” Javier exhaled. “After that, they get married, move into a nice quiet place in the suburbs, have three kids and crank up the grill sundays.” Javier shrugged, completing.

“You think he’s boring and predictable.” You said.

“Do you?”

Your lips pressed together “No.” You said firmly, leaving Javier convinced otherwise. “It goes without saying.” You quickly babbled, noticing his gaze.

“Then why does it matter what I think?” He said, clasping his hands in lap, giving you a quizzical look.

“It doesn't.” You huffed.

“Well then, that’s that.” He shrugged, manoeuvring away from the topic,not wanting to ruin the conversation. It had been the first one he had had in weeks that wasn’t heavy and stressful.

“It’s serious then?” He folded his arms across his chest. The way he sat, straight against the seat broadened his shoulders further, stretching the linen fabric taut across his chest.

“Well, it's only been a couple months since.” You smiled bashfully. “But it’s not like i know i’m gonna marry the guy y'know?”

“Right.” Javier nodded.

“We’ve only known each other for 3 months after all.” You sighed. “Haven’t witnessed his ‘white man's' overbite’ yet.” You smiled up at Javier, your eyes rolling the tiniest bit.

Javier picked up your sarcastic tone and took another swig from his water. “I’m telling you, it's a deal breaker.”

~0o0~

Javier found himself manoeuvring through the sea of people on the moving sidewalk trying to catch up with you. He muttered a few ‘excuse me’ s and ‘sorry’s before sliding up right behind you.

“Hey,” He breathed. “You staying for a bit here then??” He watched you turn back towards him.

“Yes.” You breathed, turning around once more.

“Well, I'm in town for a while. Would you like to have dinner sometime maybe-”

You turned to him, eyebrows raising.

“Just as friends.” He assured, holding his palms up in defence.

“I thought you believed men and women couldn't be friends.” You shook your head.

“Well,” He started, “They can if they-”

“Javier.” You stopped him, just as the both of you stepped off of the sidewalk near the sliding doors. You thrust your hand in front of him. “Javier, goodbye. It was very nice to see you.”

He nodded once, before the two of you swapped small smiles. He found his eyes following you onto the street, the air blowing little wisps of your hair into your face. He let out a heavy sigh and adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag as he made his way to a pay phone.

His gaze flickered back to you, now ducking into a car, the backlights spilling onto the curb as you pulled your purse inside along with you. He tilted his head to the side as the phone began to ring and your car drove away. The line connected with a click and Javier’s eyes drifted to his shoes.

“Hey Pops, it's me.”

~0o0~

A/N: Hello, hi. This turned into a tiny hiatus oof. Sorry about that. Anyways, I finally got down to finishing this chapter and here you are. I'm actually taking the weekend off in terms of the internet and gadgets (summer cottages and saunas await) so only expect another update after that <3

Don't forget to show some love and leave a note :))

Check out chapter 3 and 4 here:

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

And as usual, sending love, hugs and kisses :**

Ps- I'm torn between back leather and beige Javi :s What do we think?

-itsjustsemantics x

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theclaravoyant · 8 months

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AN ~ For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “Don't worry, I got you.” Set during s2, written pre-airing, insp. by that one clip of Stede getting White Girl Wasted and also this art by @dirkidork Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters & Relationships: Edward Teach, Ed x Stede. Tags: Drunkenness/Hangover, reference to vomit.

Drunk

“Hey, Teach,” Jackie calls after him. “Don’t forget your man.”

She points at a table where Stede’s blonde curls shine like a beacon. Curse him, Ed can’t even bring himself to object to her calling him his man. It’s not like he hasn’t been staring all night - so sue him, it’s nice to see the man cut loose, alright? Still, he’s not sure whether to be more impressed or pissed off that Stede has apparently decided his current absence of Captaincy duties means it’s time to get absolutely dance-on-the-table, arm-wrestle-strangers, knock-down-drag-out sloshed. It would be much easier to be impressed, he’s sure, if it wasn’t him who had to do the de-knocking-out part.

He sighs, and nods his farewell to Jackie before going to collect his man.

As soon as he lays a hand on Stede’s shoulder, the blonde curls bounce as he throws his head back as if pretending he had never been resting his eyelids down there on the table at all.

“Ed!” he cries, delighted. He beams, and it’s definitely the alcohol and no other reason that his eyes seem bigger and shinier than usual as Ed scoops him onto his arm so that he can support him as they stagger out of the bar. Stede isn’t putting a great deal of effort into walking. He boops Ed firmly on the nose.

“Te ataahua koe.”

Ed snorts. He can’t help himself from smiling, if only a little bit, and tries to pretend his heart didn’t just skip a beat.

“Where’d you learn that one?”

“Mary taught me. Not my Mary. Your Mary. Anne’s Mary? Cali-” he hiccups- “Calico Fucking Jack’s Mary, apparently, did you know that?”

He launches into a tirade about Calico Jack that so screams I had the biggest crush on you that Ed almost wants to be sick. But equally, he’s hanging on every single god-damned word as he all but carries Stede down the street. Oh, he’s in deep on this one. He’s well and truly fucked.

Suddenly, Stede stumbles, and pulls them to a halt. The words die in his throat and instead he weakly croaks -

“Uh, Ed?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t feel so good.”

A classic. Ed barely has time to scoop them toward the nearest garden-bed before Stede can up-chuck his largely liquid dinner all over them both. He avoids most of the mess, and focuses on trying to hold Stede up somewhat, patting his back sympathetically while he wretches.

“Don’t worry, mate,” he promises. “I’ve got you.”

#blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd #our flag means death #fictober23 #who do i have to pay for te reo maori in s2 #translation: you’re beautiful #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #clara's fic tag

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lobsterenthusiastt · 4 months

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i already posted this on the lackacord but fuck it you people deranged maniacs (affectionate) are getting it as well

*("Oh, one more thing!")* a WIP lackadaisy x columbo fanfic

ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI. 1927

A new day was beginning in St. Louis. For the sun, that was its signal to rise up into the sky. For the birds, the rising of the sun was their signal to begin their lovely choir. For one Mary 'Mitzi' Ellen, the ringing of nature's alarm clock was her signal to get out of bed, fix herself up a little, and go open that pathetic excuse of a speakeasy, to get the money that she desperately needed to keep it afloat from it's 5-6 regular patrons.

*How did it get this bad?*

That was the only thing she could think about everytime she descended those apartment stairs in the cold midwestern, or southern, depending on who you asked, morning air. Things hadn't been the same since her husband was killed. It took Atlas 6 years to build up a massive underground empire, and just over a year for it to crumble. And that rumor going around about her having killed him, and Marigold outplaying Lackadaisy at every turn, and those damned pig farmers scaring away rich potential investors, and living with the constant sense of guilt of having destroyed her husband's legacy due to her own incompetence-

It was all so tiring.

But as the stairs ended, so did the thoughts, and Mitzi went to open up the Little Daisy Cafè. However, she noticed someone waiting in front of the door. This wasn't anything unusual, it was common occurrence that some poor vagabonds would come in there early in the morning, have a quick drink, and be on their merry way, after either paying in full or causing a huge ruckus that would wake up Zib and his other band buddies and subsequently start a bar brawl.

But this guy was different.

Mitzi stopped dead in her tracks to better analyze this unknown stranger.

He had curly black hair, was wearing a cream colored coat, beige pants and brown shoes. He was smoking a cigar while leaning with his back to the door of the speakeasy.

*That's gotta be one of Wick's friends! And he decided to give us another chance!*

So she went to the door, as relieved as she was excited to have met a potential investor.

"Good morning sir, what can i do for you?

The man turned to face her, and as he did he threw away his cigar and put it out with his foot.

"Oh, good mornin' ma'am!"

Mitzi could now see his face clearly. He had a 5 o' clock shadow, thick and bushy eyebrows, and just below one of them she could notice a glass eye.

He wasn't a local. Odd. She could tell by both his accent and the fact that she had never seen him before. That was a very particular face and she would have know if she had seen it before. Maybe Wick had to outsource a managing position and called him in? Whatever. As long as she could get a check by him, either by stealing it or by making him drink his mind away, she'd be happy, as it would mean the speakeasy, the last tangible belonging of Atlas, would survive for a little longer.

And then he'd say something that would blow all her previous considerations apart, in just a few words.

||"Detective Columbo, LAPD." he said, as he reached his hand out for a handshake.||

*Oh no, no no no no!*

Mitzi realized that she was staring at her speakeasy's doom. How did the treasury department find out about the speakeasy? Had she done such a bad job of hiding it? If only she had-

"Ma'am? Everythin' ok there?"

Mitzi seemingly bolted awake. She'd trailed off into not so pleasant thoughts.

"O-oh uh.. yes, detective, everything is in order!"

The curly individual just smiled back at her.

"Didn't mean to startle you, ma'am. Is it ok if we talk a little inside?"

Mitzi poured the man his drink of choice, black coffe with 2 tablespoons of sugar, and then observed him, studied him while he drank.

"So, detective, what brings you here to cold and damp St. Louis from sunny Cali?"

She was delaying the inevitable, and she knew it.

The cream-coat wearing man finished his coffee, put down his cup, and got ready to speak.

*This is it.*

"I'm investigating a murder."

Despite the fact it had been only him drinking up to that point, and that her mouth was as dry as politicians claimed St. Louis to be, Mitzi still felt an almost natural reflex to spit out some liquid from her mouth.

"Murder?"

*What a relief.*

"Unfortunately, I can't share all the case files with the first bartender I see... but let's just say there's some things that don't square."

Mitzi felt as relieved that the detective wouldn't shut down her speakeasy as she felt annoyed that he referred to her as a lowly barista. But nonetheless, she pressed the detective on the subject, hoping to be enough of a nuisance to make him never want to go back to the Little Daisy Cafè.

"So, a matter of contrasting evidence, then?"

"You could say that."

There was a prolonged period of silence, as Mitzi was desperately trying to think of something to keep the conversation murder-related. All of a sudden, the detective looked up and met her stare.

||"By any chance, are you familiar with one Carroll McMurray?"||

#196 #lackadaisy #columbo #writing #fanfic

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nityarawal · 8 months

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Suzanne- Could you please message and phone alert community not to call on Keith Harper caretaking job you listed?

Why would Becky Clark advertise for a sex offender x-Sheriff investigated on 2 mommy murders?

This is a hideous Trap in an academy town!

I applied for this job yesterday after being raided by Shane Stewart & 2 animal rescue jobs at #FreeLiving & Mary Schmitz's- his colleague!

Thank God I wasn't murdered even though Academy moms suffered when country club neighbor was and my tollgate landlady- house mom- as well as airbnb host Jessie- Mary's client.

This is gross real estate abuse through courts.

Charge all judges and attys employing cops on Probate fraud.

This is a billion dollar emergency- murder.

Thanks!

Nitya

Jodi was my "9 to 5" bunky who was caretaking "Dia" Abrams horses while she's still missing.

Her blood was on sheets & gun but @RSO hasn't disclosed facts appropriately!

@YouTube

Journalists hacked 1st murder by x-sheriff- now 2nd murder.

Why is he loose?

https://www.cbs8.com/video/news/investigations/video-jodi-newkirk-gives-a-walkaround-tour-of-the-bonita-vista-ranch/509-cc02fb75-765e-475e-8980-af6f56be3ab6

https://idyllwildtowncrier.com/2022/05/25/sex-offender-registration-continues-for-ranch-manager-near-idyllwild/

Called about care taking job...

Yeah it's the murderer's..Keith Harper.):

Same number & address; Bonita Ranch.):

Ranch in Mountain Center, CA | Cali’s Great Escape

https://bn2.7b6.myftpupload.com/

Bowed out! Lol

Note to Harper:

Aloha! Good luck with caretaker worker!

I found something more suitable.

I won't be there tomorrow afterall.

Thanks!

Judicial Ethics committee member Mary Black called back to let me know that her and presiding judges of LA & CA couldn't write from her office to handle international custody battles or probate fraud.

She was hoping I could erase email! Lol

[email protected]

@elonmusk

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gogobootz1 · 2 years

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You Only Live Twice Ch.6

Eddie Munson x Reader (eventually)

A/N: I’ve noticed that the Cali squad doesn’t get a lot of screen time towards the end of Vol. 1, so I figured adding a sort of side quest would be a nice way to extend the story until Vol. 2. Thus, the idea of a few road trip stops was born. The first of these stops happens to be in Vegas! This chapter is on crack, but fun.

Warnings: gambling, cursing

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Argyle pulled into a gas station on the outskirts of Las Vegas. You'd been on the road for hours, and after an initial stop, the tank was finally empty. A more focused person would've clocked the needle leaning once again towards empty an hour ago, but focused was not a word you'd choose to describe Argyle. Thus, you faced a less than desirable amount of city traffic.

He'd left you all to your own devices as he pumped the gas. You'd given Will and Mike ten dollars to go look for snacks. Jonathan went to the bathroom, and you were taking a breather.

A lot had happened in the last, two days? You could hardly keep track of how long it'd been. It felt like it'd been ages since you met Eleven, since you'd seen Mary, the woman who had taken you in. You hadn't been at work or slept in your own bed. You wondered how concerned people were getting. A knock on the window snapped you out of your stupor. Argyle was looking in with concern on his face.

"What's wrong?" You asked through the glass.

"Uh, how much money do you have?" He replied, a strange look on his face.

"Well I gave Mike and Will some money for snacks," you told him and his face dropped even further, "but I've got about $30 left. Why?"

"Our tank of gas is $29."

"You're joking," he shook his head. "Shit," you cursed, "this won't get us all the way to Salt Lake." Argyle shook his head again, the concern on his face growing. You hopped out of the car, hoping that Will and Mike hadn't spent any money yet. When you opened the door of the 7-Eleven you were met with their arms full of chips. You threw your head back in disappointment.

"Are you not a fan of sour cream and onion?" Will asked, jokingly. You let out a huff.

"We're about to be out of money," you shook your head. Worry grew on the faces of both boys, "look, tell Argyle to use what's left in my wallet to cover the gas. I have to pee." You gently pushed between them and made your way towards the bathroom.

Jonathan saw you passing by, "what's wrong?"

"No more money," you said simply, pushing open the door to the women's bathroom.

On your way out you moved slowly, hardly wanting to face the future waiting for you back in the van. If you didn't get more gas money you'd find yourselves stranded somewhere in Utah, never reaching your goal. The Surfer Boy Pizza van wasn't exactly known for its fuel efficiency.

"No Janet," a voice rang out from the counter. A man stood there, speaking into the giant block of a cell phone he held to his ear. "You can't just cancel like this. We're less than two hours away from call time." He sounded frustrated and looked important in his dark grey suit. "I don't care that your boyfriend just proposed." You stopped to listen to his conversation. "Well, where the hell am I supposed to find a replacement for you in an hour? How many jazz singers as talented as you are available on a Friday night?"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. A spectacular opportunity had fallen right into your lap. Not to mention that it was already Friday. The man hung up on Janet and finished paying for his pack of cigarettes. He walked out of the door, and you quickly followed.

"Excuse me, sir," you couldn't let this chance slip out of your fingers, not when you and your new friends were in dire need of money. He turned around quickly.

"What, kid?" He was clearly frustrated from his earlier conversation.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help but overhear your phone call." The man looked at you with suspicion. "I'm a singer," you continued, "I could fill in for the girl who called out tonight." Your words took him by surprise, and he gave you a once over.

"You any good?"

"If I do say so myself."

"And you know the classics?" He raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

"Just about all I listen to," you assured. Clearly he was just desperate enough to give you a chance.

"Alright," he started slowly, "on the Strip there's a club called The Rialto, be there within the hour and tell them Mr. Marino sent you to replace Janet. If you're any good I'll give you a hundred bucks." Now that would definitely get you to Utah. He started walking back towards his car.

"I'll be there," you said loud enough for him to hear. As he pulled away you turned back towards the boys at the van. You weren't sure how they'd feel about this little delay, but you knew you all needed the money.

"Who was that?" Jonathan asked as you approached. Clearly they'd seen you talking to the suited man.

"Okay don't be mad," you started.

"That doesn't exactly inspire confidence," Mike said in response.

"That man offered me a hundred dollars to perform at his club tonight, his lead singer called out." You explained quickly.

"Dude," Mike started harshly, "we don't have time for this, we have to get to Suzie."

You turn towards him defensively, "we don't have enough money to get to Suzie's. This is the best shot we have at earning more." Your words didn't leave much room for argument.

"So what are the rest of us supposed to do while you're onstage?" Mike asked.

"I don't know, Mike," you said, "take a walk, jump in a pool- it's Vegas." He makes a face at you. "Do whatever the hell you want!"

"Wait, wait, so where is this club you're singing at?" Jonathan asks.

"It's on the Strip," you replied, "I'm sure we'll spot it if we drive around a little."

You managed to find it after about twenty minutes. The neon glow of the sign beckoned visitors inside.

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" Will asked.

"It's the only idea we've got. We need gas money," you told him. He sighed and look away. Jonathan seemed to sense the rising tension amongst the group.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright, okay?" He reassured. "When James is done singing we'll have enough cash to make it to Suzie. So for now let's just take a rest." The boys still looked unconvinced.

"Sounds good to me, man, Purple Palm Tree Delight is calling my name." Mike and Will groaned at Argyle's comment.

"Can we please come with you?" Will turned towards you and asked quietly.

"Uh," he and Mike were begging you with their eyes, "yeah sure. Maybe they'll give you a Sprite if I tell them you're my brothers." They heaved a sigh of relief. You went to tell Jonathan that the boys were coming with you, but it seemed like he already knew. He gave you a nod and a waved you off.

"Alright, well, welcome to Vegas, I guess." You said over your shoulder, opening the door and letting Mike grab it from behind you.

You stepped in to a dimly lit room. It was large, tables covered in red cloths scattered the floor. A few booths lined the walls, and the bar had a long line of stools. A woman in a knee length black dress approached you.

"Can I help you miss?" She asked, looking at you and your younger companions skeptically.

"Yes," you started, "Mr. Marino sent me. He wants me to fill in for Janet for the night." Her expression changed in an instant.

"Oh," she said, "we have to get you backstage then." She looked you up and down, "the girls back there will get you taken care of." You supposed you were mildly disheveled from your travels. "I'm Lisa," she introduced.

"James," you replied. Lisa made a face at this.

"We'll give you a stage name if that's alright," it was less of a question and more of a statement. You nodded along as she started leading you towards a door. You assumed it lead to the backstage area. Lisa looked again at Will and Mike.

"Oh these are my brothers," you said, gesturing towards them, "they're very supportive of my music career." They quickly gave her sweet smiles. Lisa seemed to reluctantly accept this.

"We can put them at a corner table?" She hesitantly offered. The three of you vigorously nodded. Lisa dropped Will and Mike off at a booth then led you backstage.

"They'll want to do your hair and makeup, and find a dress that fits." She looked around, clearly trying to find someone. "There you are Rhonda," she said and rushed you over to the older woman.

Rhonda looked you over then turned back to Lisa with an eyebrow raised.

"She's standing in for Janet tonight," Lisa explained.

Rhonda sighed, "alright let's go." She started walking and you quickly trailed after her. Lisa waved goodbye and went back to her duties.

Soon enough Rhonda had you dressed to the nines. The floor-length gown was a tight fit, but the matching opera gloves were gorgeous. She dropped you off in the wings of the stage without another word.

"You're going on for Janet?" Another voice asked and you turned. The man carried a clipboard and looked at you expectantly. You nodded. "Alright, the band's set to play Fly Me to the Moon, Stormy Weather, I'd Rather Go Blind, A Sunday Kind of Love, and The Way You Look Tonight. You know all those?" He asked.

"I do, yes," you nodded.

"What's your name again?" He asked. You were afraid of getting the same reaction you did earlier.

"Lisa told me I need a stage name," the man sighed and shook his head.

"Alright," he said, "after the band's done with this song I'll go out and introduce you. Good luck," he turned and look you in the eye, "you'll need it."

Soon enough he made his way to the center microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen we have a special treat for you tonight. Singing for you live is the lovely miss Sara Lynn." He said enthusiastically, extending an arm to invite you onstage. You walked towards the microphone as he exited the other side. Light applause from the audience inspired a small wave from you.

Once you took your place you gave a nod to the band. They started playing and you were in your element. Music is what you did best, even back at the lab. The notes poured out of your mouth and left the audience enchanted. Half an hour later they were on their feet giving you a final round of applause. You took a small bow, acknowledged the band, and exited the stage.

You changed out of the dress they'd provided you in a dressing room. As you left it you ran into Mr. Marino.

"That was phenomenal," he said, putting a hundred-dollar bill in your hand as he shook it. "Kid you can sing here whenever you like. Hell, you can have a permanent spot if you want it."

You laughed, "that's very kind Mr. Marino, but I really do have to get back to my family." You started heading out the way you came in, "thanks for everything."

Finally you met up with Mike and Will in the audience. They looked at you with a new sort of awe.

"Holy shit," Will said with a smile, "that was awesome."

"Thanks," you replied cheerfully, whipping out the hundred dollar bill. "What do you say we get back on the road?" You asked with a smile and an eyebrow waggle. They happily agreed.

The three of you exited the building in high spirits, making your way to where the van was. Only it no longer housed Jonathan and Argyle.

"Oh God," Mike said, "Jesus, of course they got lost in Vegas. How hard is it to just sit here?!" Will looked sort of distraught at his brother's absence.

"Hey," you got their attention, "it's okay. Let's just put our heads together and find them." The two of them turned towards you, "where would they have gone?"

"Well Argyle brags about how good he is at Go-Fish," Will started, "maybe he thought he could play it at the Casino?" His eyes moved towards the giant building across the street. With its huge fountains and glowing lights, you could practically see Argyle skipping towards it.

"Alright," you sighed, "let's track them down and hit the road." The boys nodded in agreement and the three of you made your way across the street.

Entering the building overwhelmed every one of your senses. From the ringing sound of slot machines to the cheers of people around various tables. The smell of smoke permeated the air and flashing lights came from various directions. The three of you stopped to look around for them.

"So," you started, "where exactly do we think they are in here?" The boys didn't have time to answer before a shout came from the other side of the room.

"Wooooo, man, I'm on fire tonight!" You, Mike, and Will exchanged a glance. You knew that voice a little too well. When you followed it you saw Jonathan and Argyle standing by the Craps table. The latter had the dice in his hand and released them. Whatever he had rolled earned celebratory shouts from the other people around the table.

"Doesn't Craps feel a little advanced for him?" Will asked. You shrugged and started making your way towards the pair of them.

"Jonathan," you called out. Your voice got lost in the noise. Eventually you got closer and put a hand on his shoulder. "Jonathan," you turned him around.

"Hey, dude," he said. The red of his eyes told you he took part in whatever Argyle was smoking.

"Yeah, hey," you replied, "look we should get back on the road."

"Nooooo," he said, "no look, Argyle's on a roll." He directed your attention to the hefty pile of chips Argyle had stacked up. Your eyes widened at the sight.

"Holy shit how'd you get all of those?" Mike asked, appearing by your side.

"Oh we bumped into this old dude and he was super mean to us." The start of his story had you and the boys looking at each other in confusion. "He hit Argyle with his cane, so when he wasn't looking Argyle took the little bag of chips he dropped and we ran off with them."

"Jonathan!" You scolded. "You just took them from that guy?"

"He was rude," Jonathan insisted. You rolled your eyes.

"Fine, whatever, but it's time to go now," you said. He started to shake his head but you powered on, "wrap it up, we're leaving."

Finally you, Mike, and Will had managed to pull them away from the table. You cashed in the giant stack of chips they'd won (despite their dishonest start), and started walking towards the exit. Jonathan and Argyle were over the moon at the $300 they'd walked away with. At least now money wouldn't be a concern. With what you earned at the club and they did at the casino, you had enough gas money to do laps around the moon.

At the opposite end of the hallway you saw an old man talking to someone who looked like they worked for the casino. "Hey guys," you said, trying to get their attention. The four of them continued their conversation. "Guys," you said louder. Finally they looked towards you, and you looked towards the old man.

"Shit," Argyle said as the man pointed a wrinkled finger towards him and Jonathan. The casino official started walking towards you, saying something into their radio.

You weren't exactly sure, but you thought stealing a bag of casino tokens probably violated some law. The last thing any of you needed right now was extra attention... or jail time.

Your plan was haphazard, but it was your only idea. From your right side a man had stood up from the slot machine he'd been playing. You quickly grabbed his collar and turned him towards you.

"Take off all your clothes and run through the fountain," you told him in a hushed voice.

Sure enough he started stripping, taking the casino attendant's attention off of Jonathan and Argyle. You turned towards the group, wiping your bloody nose. "Run," you shouted, pointing towards a side exit. They were rightfully surprised, but complied with your request.

As you sprinted across the street you knew you didn't want Argyle as the getaway driver. "Give me the keys," you demanded and he threw them your way. After everyone had piled in, you peeled out of the parking spot and sped towards the highway. As you passed the front of the casino, the boys couldn't help but direct their gaze towards the man streaking in the fountain. How you convinced him to do that, they weren't quite sure.

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#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things four #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #will byers #eleven

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theoriesanddocuments · 1 year

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This series of images show unstretched canvases and textile art. Cali has been painting on unstretched canvas, and has expressed an interest in presenting these works in that form. Unstretched paintings are very material-forward in that we are forced to see them, first and foremost, as objects hanging on the wall (as opposed to windows opening onto a scene). Here are a few examples, beginning with Minimalist painter Robert Ryman’s tiny, barebones work of brush marks on rough, unsized canvas, displayed inside of a protective frame. Richard Tuttle’s Cloth Octagonal is something else entirely, a shaped soft object dyed green and attached to the wall with nails or pins. Mary Heilmann may have been inspired by Tuttle’s work, but her work feels more like a painting in its materials and rectangular shape. Heilmann’s later canvases are stretched in the conventional manner.

Richard Hambleton was a graffiti artist, in the 1980s, whose “Shadowman” figures appeared on walls of the Lower East Side of Manhattan. His work made the jump to galleries along with that of the better known Keith Haring and Jean-Michel Basquiat. Carole Harris is a textile artist; it has long been the norm to display tapestries and weavings by simply hanging them. The last artist, Michael Luchs, was deeply concerned with surfaces and textures; his paintings have a fragility that requires some sort of support, but using a stretcher or conventional frame would seem to be out of the question. Mounting them on painted plywood, as seen here, allows the viewer direct, unimpeded access to his layered, painted, hole-punched surface, along with rough details such as the dangling yarn of his unravelling canvas.

Robert Ryman (American 1930-2019). Untitled 1959. Oil on unstretched cotton canvas, 7 1/8 x 7 3/8 inches. Source.

Richard Tuttle (American b. 1941). Cloth Octagonal, 2 1967.Dyed and sewn canvas, 57 1/8 x 53 3/4 inches. Museum of Modern Art, New York.

Mary Heilmann (American b. 1940). Malibu 1970. Acrylic gel on unstretched canvas, 64 1/4 x 55 inches. Source.

Richard Hambleton (Canadian 1952-2017). Untitled 1983. Acrylic on canvas, 74 x 48 inches. Source.

Carole Harris (American b. 1943). Flowers for Breonna 2020. Mulberry paper, thread, fabric; 19 x 21 1/2 inches. Source.

Michael Luchs (American 1938-2021). Untitled (Rabbit) 2014. Mixed media on canvas, mounted on wood board; 42 1/2 x 53 1/2 inches. Source.

#Mentored Studies W23 05 Including Unstretched Canvas

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omegaremix · 1 month

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Omega Radio for April 21, 2021; #260.

Warren G feat. Nate Dogg: “Regulate”

Snoop Dogg: “What’s Your Name”

King Just: "No Flow On The Rodeo”

Grand Puba feat. Mary J. Blige: “Check It Out”

Rodney O & Joe Cooley: “You Don’t Hear Me Go”

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth: “Take You There”

Tim Dog: “Step To Me”

Gang Starr: “Just To Get A Rep”

Boss: “Deeper”

Frankie Cutlass: “Puerto Rico”

Lady Of Rage: “Afro Puffs”

3rd Bass: “Steppin’ To The A.M.”

MC Lyte: “Ruff Neck”

Mobb Deep: “Survival Of The Fittest”

Domino: “Sweet Potato Pie”

TLC: “Ain’t 2 Proud To Beg”

EPMD: “I’m Mad”

LL Cool J: “Going Back To Cali”

Chi-Ali: “Roadrunner”

Grand Puba: “360 Degrees (What Goes Around)” (SD50 RMX)

Jay-Z feat. Foxy Brown: “Ain’t No N*gg*’”

Naughty By Nature: “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright (Ghetto Bastard)”

Nine: “Any Emcee”

Organized Konfusion feat. OC & Q-Tip: “Let’s Organize”

Poor Righteous Teachers: “Rock Dis’ Funky Joint”

Beatnuts, The feat. Greg Nice: “No Escapin’ This”

Tha Alkaholiks: “Make Room”

Biz Markie: “Young Girl Bluez”

Smif & Wessun: “Onetime”

Tone Loc: “Wild Thing”

Lost Boyz: “Get Up” (RMX)

Big Daddy Kane: “The Lover In You” (Mr. Cee RMX)

Digital Underground: “No Nose Job”

Young MC: “Bust A Move”

Geto Boys: “Six Feet Deep”

Supernatural: “Buddah Blessed It”

Half-A-Mil: “Any Day Can Be Ya’ Last”

Yo-Yo: “Black Pearl”

Patra feat. Yo-Yo: “Romantic Call”

Kris Kross: “I Missed The Bus”

Salt N’ Pepa: “Shoop”

Bone Thugs N’ Harmony: “1st Of Tha’ Month”

Ed OG & Da Bulldogs: “Life Of A Kid In The Ghetto”

Arrested Development: “Revolution” (X ver.)

Bonus Omega; golden-era hip-hop and rap.

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xprojectrpg · 8 months

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This Day in X-Project - September 21

PHASE 2

2015: Laurie asks Clint for some archery practice and finds he’s in the city. Laurie announces she has made ginger kiss cookies for everyone as a distraction from her healing. As per their bet, Garrison takes out an ad in the Daily Bugle admitting the Jays suck. Lorna and Alex leave for California; Alex makes an Instagram cross post from the road while heading back to Cali.

2016: Everett emails Sooraya to ask how the training is going. The Dulcet Sound of My Voice: Cara helps Darcy to get to a major lobbyist; Darcy undoes the damage to Delegate Hooper caused by Garrulous.

2017: Psi War: To cleanse the astral plane, Amanda calls on Wanda, Illyana, and Stephen to recreate the grand spell she cast nearly a decade ago; Quentin tries to get uncomfortably close to Jean, but reveals he is hosting the Shadow King when the ritual ends, with the Shadow King racing to the X-Force offices in order to kill the magic users. Jean arrives shortly after and there is a battle involving her, Haller and Amanda while Wanda gets the students to safety; confronted with a terrifying choice as Jean offers herself as a sacrifice to the Shadow King and Quentin is forced to make the ultimate decision; Wanda emails Doug and Marie-Ange asking for them to come to the site of Quentin’s sacrifice with a container.

2018:

2019: Jean celebrates "Happy Earth, Wind and Fire Day" by posting a video of September.

2020: Operation: Crazy X-Girlfriend: X-Force attempts to lay a trap for Mary, but has the tables turned as Mary proves to be more than they can handle; Mary throws Kevin and herself out of a window and escapes with him, running over a number of pedestrians along the way and projecting their pain to everyone in the surrounding area which halts any pursuit.

2021: Terry emails America to ask if she'd like updates on the status of her friends from Madripoor. Darcy posts to ask if anyone would be willing to be her sparring partner.

2022: Following the business with the Maggia, Kevin sounds out Sarah about joining X-Force. Clint emails Marie-Ange and Jubilee about research in China on an “invisibility cloak” that’s gone suddenly silent.

#this day in xproject #plots #plot #xproject #xprpg #rpg #rp #phase 2

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godoreo27 · 1 year

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Moster high haunted X reader

The camera can been seen pulling up of the water past ship wreckage, fish ,and a certain ghost mermaid. "GO SIRENA GO" can be heard from a girl in the crowd as Sirena does a double summersault IN REVERSE.

Announcer: "UNBEILEVABLE SIRENA VON BOO JUST PULLED OFF A DOUBLE SUMMERSAULT IN REVERSE!"

As the announcers says that the camera pans to all of the attending monster high students in the crowd cheering the swim team on.

Fear squad: "M-O-N-S-T-E-R monsters, monsters yes, we are. M-O-N-S-T-E-R monsters, monsters yes, we are."

The fear squad chants and the camera pans back to Sirena.

Announcer: Once again thanks to monster highs aquatic superstar Sirena von boo, it looks like plankton prep diving team is all but sunk.

The announcers says as the camera pans to a bunch of sea creatures on a bench as an octopus in a bucket waves a white flag in surrender. then Sirena floats back to the bench as she high fives Lagoona blues.

Lagoona: "Cheers mates."

As lagoon says that the camera pans to her boyfriend gill as he softly blows her a kiss as she climbs the diving board and does a triple backflip into the swimming pool and a purana eats a much smaller fish.

Twila: "Hey Rochelle rock paper scissors? One two three, ha paper beats rock. Oh, I totally thought that would crack you up."

Twila says as Rochelle finally comes of her dazed state.

Rochelle: "Oh no sorry Twila. I was just wondering what it would be like to do that."

Rochelle says as she gestures to Lagoona swimming in the pool as Twila gets what she says.

Twila: "Oh. I guess gargoyles can't swim, huh?"

Rochelle: "No id sinks right to the bottom. But I bet it's amazing. "

Rochelle gazes wonderingly at the water as the same octopus from earlier climbs up to the diving board.

Announcer: "And up next, Cali Marie, diving for the first time for plankton prep."

As the announcer says that Cali Marie dives off the board and sinks(probably) and the camera pans to Twila and Rochelle looking shocked then pans to the judges giving low scores except for the one tentacle which is giving a perfect score.

Spectra: "Ok story, I need a story just one story."

As spectra asked another monster hopefully she didn't exactly get the answer she wanted and flew towards the fear squad.

Spectra: "Ok ghouls who's got a story? I have the need for leads. Give me the GOSSIP GOSSIP GOSSIP. Ooh got a scoop?"

Clawdeen: "Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down spectra. What's the matters."

Spectra: "I'm trying to come up with something new to post for the ghostly gossip and I've got nothing. It's been nearly two weeks since my last blog update, and my readers are getting very impatient."

(Name): "Don't worry spectra we've got your back."

Clawdeen: "Ya me and (Name) will help you find a good story- No a great story after this meet is over, we promise."

(Name): "Ya spectra you can count on us."

Spectra: "That is so sweet guys how come your always there for me."

Clawdeen: "That's what ghoul friends do."

As clawdeen says that spectra gasps in amazement

Spectra: "I'm gonna go check with the ghost, maybe they've heard something."

As spectra says that she flies towards her fellow ghost to ask some questions.

Spectra: "Come on, ghost you've gotta have a story for the ghostly gossip. Oppereta?"

Oppereta: "Let's see. Ooo Kay Manny and iris broke up then they got back together. And then they..."

Spectra: "old news, I need something fresh."

As the word "fresh" leaves Spectra's lips another ghost phases through the bleachers.

Johnny: "Oh I heard mister hack bites his toe nails."

Spectra: "Ew, Johnny spirit I asked for fresh not gross."

As spectra says that the fear squad starts chanting again as the camera pans around

Fear squad: "M-O-N-S-T-E-R monsters, monsters yes, we are. M-O-N-S-T-E-R monsters, monsters yes, we are."

Toralei: "Hey Toralei any news for my blog."

Toralei: "Meow here's some news, you cheat on one essay in creative frightening class and you get suspended from the fear squad for an entire month."

As Toralei finished her statement their attention is directed towards Clawdeen who was tumbling and flipping to get the crowd hyped up. And then a mischievous grin appeared on the car monsters face.

Toralei: "Actually spectra, I do have some gossip."

Spectra: "ooh"

Then spectra leaned to learn this little peice of information that Toralei had cooked up. And that's when spectra realized.

Spectra: " I have my story."

And then spectra flew off to write and post said story. And then that's when it happened.

Franky: "All right ghouls a perfect pyramid ought to knock 'em dead."

(Name): " While you guys do the pyramid I'll do some flips on the ground for a little extra."

Right after (Name) says that every monster's phone pings.

Girl: "Spectra's got a new blog everybody."

Hoodood: "Hurray."

Twila: "New post on the ghostly gossip."

Rochelle: "Take care, loyal readers. This reporter just got a hot tip that the werewolves of monster high have fallen victim to an outbreak of were-flees?"

Twila: "ew."

Everyone: " were-flees. Ew gross."

And as everyone starts taking they start to get farther away from all of the werewolves.

Heath: "Whoa dude you've got were-flees."

Deuce: "I love you bro but back off."

Toralei: "Oh dear were-flees, mreow better steer clear of the werewolves."

Cleo: "Clawdeen you have were-flees!"

Clawdeen: "What."

Cleo: "Ew."

As cleo says that she starts freaking ouch and shaking the pyramid.

Draculaura: "What, hey"

(Name): "Cleo stop shaking your gonna your make the pyramid fall."

Draculaura: "Hey whats going on"

Clawdeen: "I do not have were-flees. That's not even a thing."

Franky: "STOP STOP. YOU'RE GONNA NAKE US... fall."

And as Franky says thar they all fall into the pool and Franky accidentally zaps everyone with her electricity.

Franky: "Sorry."

Clawdeen: "I think I need to talk to spectra." As clawdeen started climbing ou of the pool a purana tried to bite her shoe.

Clawdeen: "Ah ah don't even think about it."

TO BE CONTINUED

So what did you guys think if you want I can do all of the monsters high movies purely because I'm sick of the new gen show and movies of monster high I prefer the classics and I'm gonna se if I at least have the motivation and time to finish this story but if not summer break is coming up soon which Is a great opportunity to write more.

#monster high #reader insert #frankie stein #cleo de nile #spectra

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