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butchedyke · 4 years
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(for the char thing) stanley uris, mike hanlon, and patty blum
migz!!!! i’m sorry i abandoned this in favour of video games and capitalism i hope i can make it up to u uwu
this is mostly going off the movies but there’s occasional book and miniseries input- i’ve only read the first few chapters, a few wikia pages, and some character meta from the book and i’ve only seen the miniseries once vs the however many times ive watched the movies in the last 2 months so don’t expect consistency between canons
 (also i’m gonna put these under a cut because this post got really long)
stanley uris
How I feel about this character:
there is a reason i use the tag baby boy for stan (and also for miniseries eddie)!!!! he’s my favourite loser other than eddie and i want to like. hold him and make sure he’s happy and healthy and i think stephen king should treat his characters better.
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
patty!!!!! their relationship in the book makes me so happy and anyone who’s ever spoken to me about stanpat knows that i am at all times thinking about how she calls his car sedanley.
that being said, i respect stenbrough, stanlon, and streddie but overall this is a stanpat household
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
stan with all the losers but especially richie! which isn’t very original since they are literally best friends but their dynamic!!! good!!!! i’ve not been able to stop thinking about that one scene from the miniseries where richie introduces stan as “this is stan the man uris, he’s a jew,” partially because it’s fucking funny because who says that richie what the fuck, but also because stan just instantly follows up by saying that richie has a high metabolism which makes him hyperactive, and maybe it’s because the miniseries is campy and a little bit shit but the delivery of those lines makes it seem like they do this a lot! they have these introductions ready to go! and i love the idea of them as a platonic package deal even if we don’t get to see much of that in the movies
My unpopular opinion about this character:
i don’t think i really have any? i tend to follow people who hold the same opinions as me tho so i have no idea what’s popular outside of that dshfk
i mean i do think fics that save eddie but not stan aren’t really fix-its and going off the amount of fics where stan’s still dead i guess that’s somehow an unpopular opinion? i know everyone’s focused on reddie rn but god like. stan is right there can we stop ignoring him pls
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
i mean the most blatantly obvious answer here is that i wish he didn’t die! he should’ve gotten to go on his holiday and rail/get railed by his wife and live to meet his friends as adults, catch up on the 27 years they didn’t get to be with each other. he should’ve gotten to have kids, once everything was over, and they should’ve been able to grow up with 5 extra uncles and an aunt bc u can’t tell me the rest of the losers wouldn’t be deeply embedded in their lives. i just wish stan had a chance to be completely, 100% happy without the underlying terror of his childhood.
on a smaller note i also wish we’d gotten to see more of his interest in birds in the movies bc like. he’s babie. and who knows! maybe would’ve helped stop the perception that his entire personality is just being a bitch that hates richie jshfd
mike hanlon
How I feel about this character:
part of the reason i wanted to read the book was for more mike content because i adore this lil farm boy and the movies. well. y’know. :). characters who just openly and whole-heartedly love their friends and go straight ride or die like 10 minutes after meeting them have my whole heart! he’s so smart and so kind and just wanted to protect his friends as best he could even though he dragged them into this whole mess bc he doesn’t want to lose them again!!!! mike deserves the whole world and if his way of getting that is by getting out of derry and getting to know that his friends remember and love him and each other then that’s all i want for him.
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
i wasn’t overly set on any particular mike ship until i watched the miniseries and saw the homoerotic bike montage and now i’m fully on the hanbrough train. choo choo.
just like with stan i support stanlon but endgame hanbrough is just. it’s right there in the text. bill didn’t divorce audra for nothing in ch2.
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
this also kinda ties in with the last point, but jane @billdenbrough opened my eyes, in the middle of a very in-depth conversation about audra’s minion strap, to the world of best friends mike and audra who are both with bill which is both galaxy brained and an incredibly good concept which i think about a lot
also i think mike and ben could’ve had something Incredibly soft if mike wasn’t treated like a background character in the first film and a quest-giving npc in the second one :) :)
My unpopular opinion about this character:
i headcanon mike as gay, i have no textual evidence for this, i just think he’s neat. i think it’s a pretty popular opinion that the movies treated him poorly? and i also think that in ch2 he was just trying to protect his friends in a scenario that did not lend itself at all to protection. drugging bill and not telling the others about the full ritual might not have been the best thing to do, but he was in a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation, and he was trying his best to save his friends no matter how impossible it may have been.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
i uh :) i don’t know if anyone’s figured out yet :) that i wish many things had happened with mike in canon :) :) the first film doesn’t give him much but the second film just infuriates me completely tbqh! he’s basically entirely there to push the narrative (his dialogue doesn’t even sound like dialogue! it sounds like prose explaining the plot and the next steps the characters have to take!), or to drug and lie to his friends. i wish they’d kept his backstory the same, that we’d actually gotten to see him find his token, that he’d gotten a token relevant to him as an individual rather than the group, that we’d gotten a flashback for him, that he was given more screentime and development across both films, like... i wish he’d been treated like the other losers and not a plot point.
i also wish we’d gotten to see him on his travels post-canon, seeing the other losers, and just generally actually getting to be happy- we see the start of it but god i just want to see him having a good time outside of derry.
patty blum
How I feel about this character:
if she were not stan’s wife she would be my wife. we don’t get to see much of her in the movie or miniseries and that is a fucking crime!!!! i’ve already mentioned sedanley but like. sedanley. i’ve read patty’s bit in the book and that’s all i need the other 1100 pages can get fucked, she’s just here to watch family feud and love stan which i can confidently say is a huge fucking mood
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
STAN. i guess i already talked about this before but i’ll keep going!!! my love for stanpat overwhelms my usual distaste towards straight relationships bc they’re so good!!!!! the fact that they’re really the only happy relationship to come out of the 27 year gap and they love each other so much and so like... wholesomely? but they still blow each other’s backs out on the reg and it’s what they deserve.
also i sometimes think about patty/audra as like. kind of a crack ship kind of a “i’m a lesbian and i’m desperate to see lesbians” ship. i haven’t thought about it in depth i just want to plant the seed
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
stan introducing patty to the losers and patty becoming an honorary loser is my weakness!!!! patty being comfortable enough to rib richie (and richieandeddie) with stan, but also vice versa going along with richie’s bits. patty and bev getting close because as much as st*phen k*ng and co push bev as One Of The Boys(tm) there’s just something in having another woman around that can be refreshing especially when they’re both bicons. patty and mike enthusiastically sharing holiday pictures and tales of their trips. patty noticing when eddie’s having a bad day, whether it’s anxiety or lingering trauma, and supporting him through it, regaling him with stories about stan and what essentially amount to dad jokes (sedanley!!!) and making sure he knows he’s loved and supported by all the losers. patty, the teacher, and ben, lunchtimes-in-the-library ben who never outgrew his love of reading, nerding out over shit that the others don’t really know about. bill telling patty all about what stan was like as a kid in that way only bill can, richie chiming in with crude comments sometimes but noticeably keeping quieter than usual, and patty returning the favour, telling them about the last 27 years, and not even richie makes a single joke when everyone tears up (because he’s tearing up the most). stan sitting there the whole time not even bothering to point out that he’s right there because it’s enough for him to see the romantic love of his life and the platonic loves of his life bonding, and yeah, maybe it was worth sticking around for.
My unpopular opinion about this character:
i don’t know if this is unpopular but patty pegs. that’s all.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
more patty. let me see my wife.
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mandareeboo · 3 years
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SU Music Rankings
Bc I can and I wanna start some Disk Horse rip. These are all in order of preference, with explanations, etc. It’s a long bitch. That said, I’m not counting little short jingles or small joke songs like Little Butler. This is the meat and potatoes of SU music- just under 30 songs. I might do the rest if people like my takes lol.
I scored it mostly on three bases- how dear it was to my heart, how much/often I relisten to it, and also what it means to the plot. That said, little fun songs don’t automatically go farther down than big, plot-heavy songs either! It’s a strange little balance.
Special Note: I don’t dislike any of this music! I love SU and that includes its bumps and glitches. I just pick favorite children lol.
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1.) Change
Was there ever a more Steven moment than when he wiped the blood off his face and kissed it into sparkles? I think not. 
If “Be Wherever You Are” is an ode to young Steven, then this is teen Steven’s. Talking about change, and how much and how little it can do. How he holds his arms up for Spinel to hug him, so trusting. How he seems able to just. Break into soft tears at will, and not to be manipulative- it’s just his kind nature. The warmth in his voice. Fuck yesssss.
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2.) Change Your Mind
This song is only fifty five seconds and it’s EVERYTHING to me. It really felt like someone was speaking the words I’d always held deep inside of me, unsure of how to say. It feels like a goodbye to someone who never really loved me. 
As much as I enjoyed Future, if this was the finale of SU, I would’ve been perfectly okay with that.
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3.) Drift Away
This song gave me legitimate shivers the first time I heard it, and it still haunts me to this day. Spinel stayed, and waited, and all she got was a transmission thousands of years later. Fuck.
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4.) Here We Are In The Future
THE MOVIE IS SU AS ITS BEST AND I WON’T BE SWAYED ON IT. Steven being a teen who loves his weird family but is growing just a bit sarcastic to their drama. The adorable love he and Connie share. His slow realization that he will always be working, always have things to do, is both somber and real. The Crystal Gems won’t be safe with one epic battle. They’ll be safe with years of hard work and love. HIS LITTLE HANDSHAKE WITH AMETHYST.
This is a helluva bop and a great way to summarize the main character’s backstories.
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5.) Let’s Only Think About Love
Did ya’ll know that Zach Callison killed his throat with that last note? He gave his all for this performance in a vocal range he no longer comfortably do and by god did it SHINE. The FLAIR. The FORESHADOWING. All of the Gems all being awkward about Rose and Steven trying to bring them to the present. Peridot having a mini-existential crisis in a cute yellow dress. I love Zach Callison’s normal singing voice but man is that a fucking bop. Nothing will ever beat it.
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6.) Here Comes A Thought
This bad boy helped me out a LOT with some mental issues I was dealing with in high school. I was unmedicated, unsupervised, and full of anxiety. I’d have break downs when I tried to speak about certain things. I couldn’t function. This song inspired me. It helped me feel okay with my intrusive thoughts.
And the episode! -chef’s kiss-. Once again bringing up the morally gray area of training child soldiers. Connie expanding her social group. Steven’s trauma hauling ass in that second half. The ANIMATION. Stevonnie’s gorgeous singing voice. GOD yes.
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7.) It’s Over Isn’t It?
Just barely squeaking above Stronger Than You, this ballad is everything gorgeous. The whole episode is. I think Mr. Greg stands in the top five of my episodes for the entire show. It even got nominated!
There’s just so much about this song that I love. The gentle melancholy of Pearl’s voice. How the crew had to redo the shots for this bit bc Deedee went so fucking hard. The hard cuts between Pearl, remembering the love of her life, and Steven, who has begun to feel like he took her away. I’d recommend this song to anyone, regardless of what they do or don’t know about SU, simply bc it tugs so many heartstrings of love, loss, and responsibility.
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8.) Stronger Than You
Did you realize this episode aired SEVEN years ago? This bitch was what got me into SU! Hearing about Ruby and Sapphire made my little gay heart so happy inside, and then getting a whole song confirming that they were a couple, that their love powered the strongest Gem on the team? Aaaaaaaaa
To this DAY I get excited when I hear Estelle start singing. This song is timeless. This song will live in media history. God I fucking love this song.
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9.) Other Friends
I’m not the biggest musical person, so I hadn’t heard of Sarah Stiles before her casting as Spinel, but JESUS CHRIST the lady went hard. She went SO fucking hard. Sarah Stiles started on 100 and somehow just kept CLIMBING. You can just hear the sheer manic energy building in her voice, the anger and resentment. 10/10 Sarah Stiles is a queen.
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10.) Independent Together
This made the list entirely bc the crew was like “you’re gonna get a himbo ass Steven-Greg fusion singing with Opal while Garnet flies across the moon on Lion while floating” and I am forever thankful to them for it
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11.) Who We Are
Bismuth deserved more songs. ‘Nuff said.
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12.) Peace and Love (On the Planet Earth)
It Could’ve been Great is EASILY one of my favorite s2 episodes. I love the entire concept of this song. Of Steven making music to reflect how much Earth means to him and his family. Of him teaching Peridot some self-care. Also Peridot’s singing voice is really cute and squeaky. 
I know it’s silly, but I would’ve really enjoyed a flip around of this in Future! Like Peridot reminding Steven how much he loves music, that he needs to take time to relax for himself, maybe with a new verse or just a remix of the original song!
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13.) Something Entirely New
I watched this episode as it aired, and I legitimately almost cried. I love Charlyne Yi’s voice so much ya’ll- her raspy, not perfect singing voice against Sapphire’s deep soothing lull is great.
And to have Ruby and Sapphire’s meeting be the way it was- for Ruby to bemoan Sapphire losing Homeworld, to being stuck with a single Ruby, while Sapphire is a noble who has always been taught everyone in her “caste” is vitally important (and has, in her own mind, taken that to mean every Gem, as she should) and how they come together and make each other happy. Good shit good shit.
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14.) I’m Just a Comet
The fact that Greg’s music career never really blasted off pisses me off to this day bc Tom Scharpling’s voice is fucking BUTTER. Also the song really feels like a jab at his parents now that we know the kind of dynamic he had growing up. “This life in the stars if all I’ve ever known” is definitely him wiping away their existence after reminding them (and himself) the things they used to say about him.
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15.) Do It For Her
This episode. This fucking episode. This episode got me permanently hooked on SU. I’d just binged season 1 and was kinda meh about it overall after the bop of Stronger Than You. “Oh,” I thought to myself, foolishly, “I’ll probably just casually watch this from time to time.”
Like three days later Sworn to the Sword aired and that was it. I was hooked! Pearl’s gentle training song turning darker and darker, Connie’s accompaniment from nervous to determined to fully into such a toxic mindset. The fact that SU had the BALLS to discuss the repercussions of training child soldiers, now and later. This episode was everything to me, STILL is everything to me.
Six years and well over 100 fanfics written later, I think it’s safe to say this show swallowed me whole and never let go.
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16.) System/Boot.pearl_final(3)
I debated putting this on the list because it’s not anything crazy important, just a way to show things are Wrong, but I had to do it entirely bc Pearl is so damn SALTY.
Like telling us about the Gems makes sense, she felt like she was given a duty, but she went so damn petty. WHY is that Ruby alone. Gross. This Amethyst is a trash dump. Wtf are you people.
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17.) Full Disclosure
This episode really feels like a turning point for SU. Before, the show had its dark moments- but now we’re in the thick of it, and it’s not going away. Full Disclosure felt like an rebuff to the idea of returning to any normal we’d established in season 1. Gems are actually a giant species now. Gems tried to kill us now. There’s this Yellow Diamond bitch who got namedropped. Something about a Cluster. 
The song itself is BALLER, with its ingenious use of Steven’s ringtone and photos as he tries to decide whether to clue in Connie on all this nonsense. Meanwhile we, the audience, already know damn well Connie about to yeet some common sense into him.
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18.) What’s the Use of Feeling Blue?
I’mma admit it- I’m a Yellow Diamond stan. I’ve always loved her- her anger, her poise, her hardworking nature. I actively argued against the “Yellow Shattered Pink” theories back in the day. But, man, when this arc leaked? I got so overexcited I was too jittery to watch it for like two days. It’s easily my favorite arc of the series. The sheer alien nature of the zoo, the Famethyst, and absolutely Patti Lupone’s beautiful ballad. Goddamn. Yellow singing to Blue to try and help her regain her old status, the warble in her voice as she reminds Blue she misses Pink too, the movement of the bubbles as she talks about attack. It gives me shivers to this day. FUCK.
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19.) Tower of Mistakes
This is, fun fact, that only SU song I have completely memorized. The story itself is kinda funny! See, we lost internet at my house for a solid 5 to 6 months when these episodes aired, so I only got a very brief window to view them all. But this was the first Amethyst song in a long while, and I didn’t want to forget it! So I keep replaying it in my head for ages. And that’s still definitely a thing.
Anyway will never not be sad that this entire song was about making it up to Garnet for Amethyst’s perceived slights with Sugilite (which was a two-way road), only for Garnet to pressure her into fusion later when pissed and never discuss it again bc Garnet probably never thought twice about it and Amethyst has the emotional openness of a clam that’s just been told its ugly. Helluva way to make someone feel like shit, G. Helluva way to bottle that shit, Ames.
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20.) On the Run
I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: Amethyst! Needed! More! Songs! 
The dichotomy between Steven’s play and Amethyst’s honest desire to run away from home is so well-done, especially when you consider a lot of Steven and Amethyst’s actions are playing together. The song is also near and dear to me simply bc it’s my favorite Amethyst episode to exist (well, maybe second to What’s Your Problem, but not by much). Moments like these are all the proof I need that they were right to fuse first.
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21.) Be Wherever You Are
This tune really just feels like an ode to who Steven was as a kid. Trapped on an island with no way home, and he’s just happy to be with his friends. The stars are beautiful and not oppressive. Also that one animatic with Lars and the Off Colors playing in the Homeworld Kindergarten to this music was iconic and made this song get stuck in my head for a solid month.
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22.) Familiar
I ADORE how the crew use bright neon colors to show how alien Homeworld can be. And Steven recognizing that the Diamonds treat him how the CGs used to, and how prepared he is to “fix” a broken family. It’s a soft, gentle tune about melancholy. Also the Pebbles are beautiful.
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23.) Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart
Such a cute little love ballad, but every time I listen to it now I just imagine the heart attack Rose must’ve had at the line “And if we look out of place/Well, baby, that's okay/I'll drive us into outer space.” like there’s a Vietnam war flashback if I ever heard one
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24.) What Can I Do?
I’m kind of neutral on this one? Rose and Greg both have great voices, but the song itself lacks many lyrics. I think it was definitely a good way to show Rose’s flaws in thinking.
Also, I’m shocked they managed cram that much vaguely sexual innuendo into two minutes, followed by how Not Hetereo that dance between Rose and Pearl was, and not get their asses chewed by it. You go guys.
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25.) Cookie Cat
I love a lot of the vibes this song has. The lyrics are so damn prophetic, but they also sound like the kind of weird 90s commercials I grew up on. It’s been like two decades since I saw the Shirley Temple commercial but I’ll be damned if I don’t remember “Animals crackers in my soup! Monkey and rabbits loop-de-loop.”
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26.) Giant Woman
I am. NOT the biggest fan of Steven’s original singing voice. I feel bad saying that, since it was just Zach Callison as a kid, but he never jived well with me for some reason. So I wouldn’t listen to this on the fly. 
The song itself is still really good though, with all sorts of fun animation of Amethyst and Pearl being bitchy to each other. It’s a bit sad in hindsight to see tiny Steven trying to get his moms to get along. Ahh, season 1.
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27.) Strong in the Real Way
This song has SUCH a strong start. Pearl reflecting on Sugilite’s problems, but the show making sure to show us that Pearl’s lack of enthusiasm towards her also lends itself to jealousy as well as just general malaise. How much she cares about Steven, and wants him to grow up strong. 
And then Steven just kinda. Ruins it? I appreciate his enthusiasm for tryna bulk up but to take what was starting as such a rich, personal song and broadcasting it to random strangers just makes me a bit sad. Almost a bit angry on her behalf?
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28.) That Distant Shore
I KNOW this is gonna create some discourse, but I’m just not the biggest Lapis stan. I love her voice. I love the visuals of the song. And I get why she felt afraid and needed to flee.
But Lapis never got to take responsibility for her own actions. And, in the end, the song feels hollow to me- because we all know she’ll never talk to anyone about it, know she’ll burst back in and destroy the barn, and no one will ever question it. I like Lapis a lot, but I feel like her arc never was fully finished. She never got help. She never learned to feel safe.
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29.) Dear Old Dad
I’ve yet to meet a single human being who likes this episode tbh. There’s some great discussion about what kind of parent Greg is from it, and what kind of dynamic he has with the Gems that he felt he had to fake an injury to hang out with his son. Honestly the first half was fine and dandy. It’s just that then they Greg just went out of his way to drag Steven away from missions and such. It never jived well with his character before or after.
Also, is it just me, or does Zach himself sound like he hates the song as he sings it? There’s no passion or heart in his voice. It sounds like they told him to read off cue cards and he did. Tom Scharpling’s best attempts didn’t save this one for being a skipper. But the episode, unfortunately, isn’t, so it gets a spot on here.
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missjanjie · 3 years
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Taste of a Poison Paradise | Chapter 4
Title: Taste of a Poison Paradise Summary: Life at Jackie Cox’s strip club, Poison Paradise, isn’t just lapdances and g-strings. There’s enough drama, lust, and heartache to rival any soap opera. None of the girls know what to expect on any given shift, especially while navigating their torrid, complicated relationships. Word Count: ~3k (this chapter) / ~12.1k (total) Relationship(s): Lemyanka (Lemon/Priyanka), Crygi (Crystal Methyd/Gigi Goode), Sportsdoll (Jan Sport/Nicky Doll), Jaidie (Jaida Essence Hall/Jackie Cox), Branjie (Brooke Lynn Hytes/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo), Kamjie (Kameron Michaels/Vanessa Vanjie Mateo), Rosnali (Rosé/Denali Foxx) Rating: E
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Chapter Summary: Brooke Lynn and Kameron finally meet, Denali starts spending more time at the diner, Jaida starts her OnlyFans, and Gigi realizes she can’t avoid her feelings for Crystal forever.
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Vanessa has never been the best at focusing all of her attention on one task. Often, when she was dancing on stage, her mind was in three other places. It was a little more obvious when giving a lap dance, but most men didn’t seem to mind or even notice. Except for this time when she called attention to it by stopping mid-gyration and exclaiming, “holy shit!”
The man wasn’t annoyed, instead, he curiously looked behind him. “What? What happened?”
“Some dude’s getting hauled out of here, dumb fucker’s trynna put up a fight. Fly ain’t undone so he must’ve been getting too handsy,” she observed, though her eyes were honed in on Kameron, who took the offender down and dragged him out of the club. “God damn, she’s good,” she murmured, fanning herself.
“Wouldn’t it be more effective to have a man–”
Vanessa decided she was no longer interested in what the client had to say, and was already walking towards the front of the club, getting a better view as Kameron unceremoniously tossed the man out of the club. “What’s his damage, huh?”
Kameron shrugged. “Jan flagged me down, dickwad kept trying to play grab-ass and started throwing a temper tantrum when she cut his dance short,” she explained, then looked over at the bar. “Looks like Nicky’s taking care of her now, though.”
“I’m tryna take care of you, though,” she winked. “You know, take you into the VIP room and…”
“I’m still on the clock, Vanjie,” Kameron gently reminded her, but looped her arms around her waist. “But once our shifts end, we can go in the back and play grab-ass instead, okay?” she offered, punctuating her point by moving her hands down and squeezing Vanessa’s ass.
Vanessa huffed and pouted, but nodded nonetheless. “Fine, but you know how impatient I get.”
Kameron chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Don’t I always make it worth the wait?”
She couldn’t argue with that, so she went back and did her next set, alternating between being on the stage, among the clientele, or waiting in the back. It was the late shift, at least, meaning she and Kameron would be able to clock out at the same time.
There were still about ten minutes left before closing, but Vanessa had considered herself done for the night. She tied her robe around her waist and sat beside Kameron until the last customer left the club. “Fuckin’ finally,” she murmured.
Kameron snorted. “You’re such a fucking brat,” she teased.
Vanessa smirked, getting up and pulling Kameron with her. “You knew what you signed up for, boo. Bratty as hell, but you know I make it worth your while.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that logic,” she chuckled and allowed Vanessa to drag her across the club, back to the VIP room. Then, she scooped the smaller woman up in her arms and carried her to the couch, gently dropping her on it before crawling on top of her. “I bet you’re expecting me to take care of you now, huh?” she purred, kissing at her neck.
“We ain’t here to talk politics,” Vanessa retorted, already trying to tug off Kameron’s shirt and grinning when the taller woman acquiesced.
Meanwhile, Brooke Lynn had done a lap through the club, stopping at the bar with a perplexed expression. “Pri, is Vanjie still here? I told her I’d come to pick her up.”
Priyanka shrugged as she loaded up a tray of glasses to take into the back. “She’s probably still getting pounded out by Kameron in the VIP room,” she told her before taking the tray into the kitchen.
At first, Brooke figured Priyanka was joking, trying to get a reaction out of her. But as she sat and thought for a moment, she realized that there was no reason she would lie about that. She thought she would feel some semblance of jealousy or anger, but they were noticeably absent. Instead, her curiosity – and perhaps arousal – was piqued. She got up from the bar and made her way into the VIP room, quietly opening the door and slipping inside.
Just as Priyanka had predicted, Kameron and Vanessa were in the midst of a passionate encounter. They were both naked and Kameron had one hand loosely wrapped around Vanessa’s throat, the other was steadily thrusting two fingers in and out of her while she showered her with a mix of praise and dirty talk.
Brooke’s eyes widened. She couldn’t have predicted how it would feel to watch her girlfriend having sex with another woman, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Still not announcing her presence, she moved to the loveseat perpendicular to the couch and let her legs spread. She hiked up her dress and dipped her hand into her panties, biting her lip as she touched herself to the sight.
“You just gonna sit there and enjoy the show?”
Vanessa’s words caused the other two to stop in their tracks. Kameron looked confused while Brooke froze in place. “You knew I was here?”
Vanessa scoffed in response. “You think I wouldn’t recognize my woman’s pumps click-clacking from a mile away?” She didn’t wait for a response before she continued, “you want in or not?” She nudged Kameron lightly, who nodded in agreement.
Brooke scrambled to her feet, shedding her dress as she moved over to the two of them. She finished stripping down before kneeling beside Vanessa and kissing her languidly. “You want me to sit on your face, baby?”
Vanessa nodded enthusiastically, helping Brooke position herself on top of her and grabbing onto her thighs for balance. Her nails dug in as she eased her tongue into her, trying to match the pace of Kameron’s fingers.
“Shit, that’s it, baby. Such a good girl,” Brooke praised, her head tilting back as she moaned out. But when she held her head upright, her eyes locked with Kameron’s and she didn’t think, she just kissed her heatedly, smirking a bit as she felt the other woman melt into the kiss.
Kameron balanced one hand on Brooke’s shoulder while she thrust her fingers steadily into Vanessa’s pussy, alternating now and then to rub her clit with her thumb. Although the brunette was stifled verbally, it was very obvious when she came. She sat back on the couch, getting herself off while she watched Brooke ride Vanessa’s face.
Brooke’s hips stuttered to a halt as she rode out her orgasm shortly after, then gracefully dismounted off of Vanessa, then sat on the couch. “You know,” she said to Kameron, “I’d been meaning to reach out and get to know you, but this method is a lot more fun.”
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Denali leaned against the jukebox, humming along to ‘Those Magic Changes’ until she saw Rosé walk in, which prompted her to relocate to sitting at the counter. “I thought you said your shift started at ten.”
“Today’s Tuesday, babe. I start at ten on Wednesdays,” Rosé replied as she tied her apron around her waist. “But it’s cute that you waited for me,” she winked.
“I had to, muñeca,” Denali insisted with a pout. “No one else makes the coffee as good as you do.”
Rosé couldn’t help but laugh softly as she got a pot of coffee going. “It’s the same shit every time, Dee,” she pointed out. But still, she had to look away and focus on the coffee to hide the broad grin that spread across her face. She poured a mug, setting it down in front of Denali. “What’re you eating, today?”
“You, ideally,” she murmured under her breath before looking up at her and replying, “patty melt, extra crispy onions, please,” while batting her lashes. “And a side of fries.”
The waitress nodded, scribbling the order onto the notepad. “You got it, baby,” she hummed, ripping the page out and hanging it up in the window, then ringing the bell for someone in the kitchen to come grab it. “So, how’re you liking the club? I’ll tell you, Jackie is the only person around here I’d trust running a place like that.”
Denali smiled, adding two packets of sugar and a splash of milk into her coffee, stirring slowly before taking a sip, though her eyes never left Rosé. “I mean, of all the strip clubs in the city, I’m glad I managed to find the one run and entirely populated by lesbians. You can’t plan for that sort of luck.”
Rosé snorted softly. “Guess not. You live in the neighborhood?”
“Nah,” she shook her head, “moved to Flatbush from Chicago.”
“Chicago, huh? You get into any fights with anyone over pizza yet?”
Denali shook her head. “Can I tell you a secret?” she leaned in closer, speaking in a stage whisper, “I’ve always liked New York-style pizza better.”
Rosé leaned in closer when Denali did, their faces only inches apart, close enough for her to take in the scent of her perfume – something woody and spicy with a hint of something heady, something almost as intoxicating as she was. “Oh, she’s a culinary rebel, huh?”
She let out a soft breath of laughter, biting down on her lip. “It does sound kinda hot when you say it like that,” she mused. The distance between them seemed to lessen, albeit by the tiniest bit at a time. But then she became aware of the background noise. “You have an order in the window, I think.”
Sure enough, one of the cooks had been ringing the bell for several seconds in an attempt to get Rosé’s attention. “Oh shit,” she laughed, turning and grabbing the plate, setting it down in front of Denali. “Enjoy,” she winked.
“I sure will,” Denali grinned and batted her lashes, her eyes following Rosé as she went to wait on another table. She gazed at her from across the restaurant. She would make a move, she thought, as soon as the moment was right.
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Jackie stepped out of her office and noticed Jaida on her laptop in the common area. “Whatcha working on, honey?” she asked, sitting down beside her.
“The next great American novel,” Jaida told her. “Nah, I’m finishing up my OnlyFans page. Denali gave me a crash course in how to get this shit done right. Turns out it’s more than just taking what I do on stage and doing it in my room for a camera.”
“I mean, you’re welcome to make whatever content you need to on the stage or whatever if it helps,” she offered with a slight smile. “Anything I can do to help, let me know, okay?”
Jaida smiled warmly. “You’re the best, Jackie,” she tilted her head in thought for a moment before continuing, “maybe you could review the content before I post it? I’ll know it’s ready for the public if it has your seal of approval.”
Jackie nodded, ignoring the warmth that rushed to her cheeks. She nodded quickly, enthusiastically. “Oh my god, yeah. I’m honored you trust my judgment like that.”
“Hey, you stocked this club with top-tier bitches, you’re clearly onto something,” she offered with a reassuring grin. “Check it out, though,” she turned her laptop towards Jackie, “she’s open for business.”
Jackie leaned closer to the laptop, committing Jaida’s username to memory. “Impressive, I’m sure this is going to go over well for you.” She got out, smoothing out her skirt. “I have to take care of some paperwork, you alright from here?”
Jaida nodded. “All good, do your thing,” she said and waved her off. After Jackie retreated into her office, she continued working on her page. She was sitting in silence, which was why she jumped when she realized she was no longer alone a few moments later. “Fuck, how did you do that?”
Gigi shrugged. “I’m not convinced I’m not a Victorian ghost that’s taken corporeal form.” She kicked off her heels and turned to sit cross-legged on the couch, facing Jaida. “Listen, babe, I can smell an ulterior motive from a mile away. You’re trying to show off for Jackie, aren’t you? What’s the tea?”
“Guess it does take one to know one,” she murmured, reclining into the couch and letting out a sigh. “Yeah, okay, maybe I am into Jackie,” she conceded, “but unlike you, I have a good reason for not acting on it – she hasn’t been out of the closet all that long, I’m not tryna bombard her with shit, you know? It’s a delicate situation.”
“My situation is delicate too,” Gigi insisted, only to sigh and quietly add, “okay, maybe not as much, but still. So you’re just gonna wait it out?”
Jaida shrugged. “I don’t wanna freak her out. You, on the other hand, are crushing on someone that popped out of the womb with Doc Martens on, so you have no excuse.”
Gigi flopped onto her back and let out a dramatic sigh. “I know, I know. I just wish there was a way to just… send out some feelers, you know?”
“I cannot fathom how someone can dance naked in a cage one minute and not be able to look a girl with a One Direction tattoo in the eye the next. Literally, all you gotta do is take that confidence you got in the cage or on stage over to Miss Crystal Methyd, it ain’t that complicated, sis,” she did try to stop herself from talking to her like it should have been obvious – Gigi was almost ten years her junior, she had to remind herself. “You just need to try to stop overthinking,” she added in a more calm and gentle tone.
It wasn’t that Gigi didn’t know that, it was simply much easier to think about than to implement. “I know you’re right,” she murmured and sat up. She looked at her phone, chewing on her lip. “Okay, I’m gonna do something before I talk myself out of it,” she decided and stood up. “I’ll report back to you.”
“Good luck, my lil ghost baby.”
Gigi took a deep breath as she walked downstairs to the main floor. Crystal hadn’t arrived yet, so she perched herself on the bar as she waited, swinging her legs and fumbling with the hem of her skirt. Her head popped up when she heard the door open and her heart started to race when Crystal came into her field of vision.
“Hey Geege,” Crystal greeted, playfully tugging Gigi’s ponytail as she walked behind the bar.
“Hi Crystal,” she replied with the lilted laugh that was only ever elicited by the bartender. She reminded herself of Jaida’s words as she got off the bar and followed Crystal behind it. Just use your stage confidence. Picture yourself naked, she reminded herself. “You’re looking hot today.”
Crystal arched her brow. “Thanks? It’s just my usual uniform,” she shrugged and smiled. “You look hot though, but you always do.”
“Thanks,” Gigi twirled her hair around her fingers, batted her lashes, she was doing all of the textbook flirtations she could think of, but she stopped just as quickly, frowning. “Fuck, why does this feel so weird?” she asked herself, but out loud.
Crystal’s perplexed expression deepened. “What are you talking about?”
Gigi groaned and stomped her foot. “I’m trying to flirt with you, but I don’t know how to flirt with someone I actually like because I haven’t in so long. But you’re here and you’re just… fuck, this was supposed to be easier.”
The confusion on Crystal’s face morphed into pensiveness. She was quiet for a moment, then took a few steps towards Gigi. “I’m gonna kiss you now, unless you stop me.” She waited, giving her ample time to back away or speak up. Instead, she got a quick, eager nod. So, she gently cupped Gigi’s face, pressing a deep kiss to her lips.
And Gigi melted into the kiss, relief washing over her body as her arms draped around Crystal’s neck. Her leg went up like the girl in every single rom-com she’d watched and for a moment she felt like she was sixteen, having her first kiss behind the school while cutting gym class. The magic of the moment was only broken when she sensed they were no longer alone. She turned with a glare. “What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ us,” Lemon retorted, gesturing between herself, Jan, and Vanessa. “We’ve been waiting for this to happen for ages.”
“You kind of owe us a satisfying conclusion after subjecting us to your mutual pining fuckery you subjected us all to,” Jan nodded in agreement. “We’ve been along for this whole journey whether we wanted to be or not.”
“What they said,” Vanessa chimed in for the sake of being included.
Gigi rolled her eyes, though she did not attempt to let go of or move away from Crystal. “You guys are so fucking weird,” she muttered. “But I guess it’s kind of endearing or whatever,” she added reluctantly.
“We’ll leave you guys to finish your moment,” Jan said gently, guiding Lemon and Vanessa out of the main room and upstairs to the common area.
Crystal watched them leave, then looked back at Gigi. “I love our friends,” she grinned.
“I could take them or leave them,” she joked. “Look, we don’t… need to put a label on this or anything just yet. I know this was sudden… I just needed you to know how I felt.”
“You’re overthinking things again, aren’t you?” Crystal looped her arms around Gigi’s waist. “Listen, I know you only allow yourself three emotions a year, so it means a lot that I got to be on the receiving end of one of them. And like, I’m pretty bad at talking about feelings too, so… I dunno, let’s just see what happens.”
Gigi exhaled in relief. This was why she had gravitated towards Crystal so effortlessly, they understood each other, they were on the same wavelength. “So… how about you come back to my place after work? We could get high, pretend to watch some movies…”
Crystal pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “It’s a date.”
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artificialqueens · 3 years
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Taste of a Poison Paradise, Chapter 4 (Multi) - Joley
Chapter Summary: Brooke Lynn and Kameron finally meet, Denali starts spending more time at the diner, Jaida starts her OnlyFans, and Gigi realizes she can’t avoid her feelings for Crystal forever.
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Vanessa has never been the best at focusing all of her attention on one task. Often, when she was dancing on stage, her mind was in three other places. It was a little more obvious when giving a lap dance, but most men didn’t seem to mind or even notice. Except for this time when she called attention to it by stopping mid-gyration and exclaiming, “holy shit!”
The man wasn’t annoyed, instead, he curiously looked behind him. “What? What happened?”
“Some dude’s getting hauled out of here, dumb fucker’s trynna put up a fight. Fly ain’t undone so he must’ve been getting too handsy,” she observed, though her eyes were honed in on Kameron, who took the offender down and dragged him out of the club. “God damn, she’s good,” she murmured, fanning herself.
“Wouldn’t it be more effective to have a man–”
Vanessa decided she was no longer interested in what the client had to say, and was already walking towards the front of the club, getting a better view as Kameron unceremoniously tossed the man out of the club. “What’s his damage, huh?”
Kameron shrugged. “Jan flagged me down, dickwad kept trying to play grab-ass and started throwing a temper tantrum when she cut his dance short,” she explained, then looked over at the bar. “Looks like Nicky’s taking care of her now, though.”
“I’m tryna take care of you, though,” she winked. “You know, take you into the VIP room and…”
“I’m still on the clock, Vanjie,” Kameron gently reminded her, but looped her arms around her waist. “But once our shifts end, we can go in the back and play grab-ass instead, okay?” she offered, punctuating her point by moving her hands down and squeezing Vanessa’s ass.
Vanessa huffed and pouted, but nodded nonetheless. “Fine, but you know how impatient I get.”
Kameron chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Don’t I always make it worth the wait?”
She couldn’t argue with that, so she went back and did her next set, alternating between being on the stage, among the clientele, or waiting in the back. It was the late shift, at least, meaning she and Kameron would be able to clock out at the same time.
There were still about ten minutes left before closing, but Vanessa had considered herself done for the night. She tied her robe around her waist and sat beside Kameron until the last customer left the club. “Fuckin’ finally,” she murmured.
Kameron snorted. “You’re such a fucking brat,” she teased.
Vanessa smirked, getting up and pulling Kameron with her. “You knew what you signed up for, boo. Bratty as hell, but you know I make it worth your while.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that logic,” she chuckled and allowed Vanessa to drag her across the club, back to the VIP room. Then, she scooped the smaller woman up in her arms and carried her to the couch, gently dropping her on it before crawling on top of her. “I bet you’re expecting me to take care of you now, huh?” she purred, kissing at her neck.
“We ain’t here to talk politics,” Vanessa retorted, already trying to tug off Kameron’s shirt and grinning when the taller woman acquiesced.
Meanwhile, Brooke Lynn had done a lap through the club, stopping at the bar with a perplexed expression. “Pri, is Vanjie still here? I told her I’d come to pick her up.”
Priyanka shrugged as she loaded up a tray of glasses to take into the back. “She’s probably still getting pounded out by Kameron in the VIP room,” she told her before taking the tray into the kitchen.
At first, Brooke figured Priyanka was joking, trying to get a reaction out of her. But as she sat and thought for a moment, she realized that there was no reason she would lie about that. She thought she would feel some semblance of jealousy or anger, but they were noticeably absent. Instead, her curiosity – and perhaps arousal – was piqued. She got up from the bar and made her way into the VIP room, quietly opening the door and slipping inside.
Just as Priyanka had predicted, Kameron and Vanessa were in the midst of a passionate encounter. They were both naked and Kameron had one hand loosely wrapped around Vanessa’s throat, the other was steadily thrusting two fingers in and out of her while she showered her with a mix of praise and dirty talk.
Brooke’s eyes widened. She couldn’t have predicted how it would feel to watch her girlfriend having sex with another woman, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Still not announcing her presence, she moved to the loveseat perpendicular to the couch and let her legs spread. She hiked up her dress and dipped her hand into her panties, biting her lip as she touched herself to the sight.
“You just gonna sit there and enjoy the show?”
Vanessa’s words caused the other two to stop in their tracks. Kameron looked confused while Brooke froze in place. “You knew I was here?”
Vanessa scoffed in response. “You think I wouldn’t recognize my woman’s pumps click-clacking from a mile away?” She didn’t wait for a response before she continued, “you want in or not?” She nudged Kameron lightly, who nodded in agreement.
Brooke scrambled to her feet, shedding her dress as she moved over to the two of them. She finished stripping down before kneeling beside Vanessa and kissing her languidly. “You want me to sit on your face, baby?”
Vanessa nodded enthusiastically, helping Brooke position herself on top of her and grabbing onto her thighs for balance. Her nails dug in as she eased her tongue into her, trying to match the pace of Kameron’s fingers.
“Shit, that’s it, baby. Such a good girl,” Brooke praised, her head tilting back as she moaned out. But when she held her head upright, her eyes locked with Kameron’s and she didn’t think, she just kissed her heatedly, smirking a bit as she felt the other woman melt into the kiss.
Kameron balanced one hand on Brooke’s shoulder while she thrust her fingers steadily into Vanessa’s pussy, alternating now and then to rub her clit with her thumb. Although the brunette was stifled verbally, it was very obvious when she came. She sat back on the couch, getting herself off while she watched Brooke ride Vanessa’s face.
Brooke’s hips stuttered to a halt as she rode out her orgasm shortly after, then gracefully dismounted off of Vanessa, then sat on the couch. “You know,” she said to Kameron, “I’d been meaning to reach out and get to know you, but this method is a lot more fun.”
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Denali leaned against the jukebox, humming along to ‘Those Magic Changes’ until she saw Rosé walk in, which prompted her to relocate to sitting at the counter. “I thought you said your shift started at ten.”
“Today’s Tuesday, babe. I start at ten on Wednesdays,” Rosé replied as she tied her apron around her waist. “But it’s cute that you waited for me,” she winked.
“I had to, muñeca,” Denali insisted with a pout. “No one else makes the coffee as good as you do.”
Rosé couldn’t help but laugh softly as she got a pot of coffee going. “It’s the same shit every time, Dee,” she pointed out. But still, she had to look away and focus on the coffee to hide the broad grin that spread across her face. She poured a mug, setting it down in front of Denali. “What’re you eating, today?”
“You, ideally,” she murmured under her breath before looking up at her and replying, “patty melt, extra crispy onions, please,” while batting her lashes. “And a side of fries.”
The waitress nodded, scribbling the order onto the notepad. “You got it, baby,” she hummed, ripping the page out and hanging it up in the window, then ringing the bell for someone in the kitchen to come grab it. “So, how’re you liking the club? I’ll tell you, Jackie is the only person around here I’d trust running a place like that.”
Denali smiled, adding two packets of sugar and a splash of milk into her coffee, stirring slowly before taking a sip, though her eyes never left Rosé. “I mean, of all the strip clubs in the city, I’m glad I managed to find the one run and entirely populated by lesbians. You can’t plan for that sort of luck.”
Rosé snorted softly. “Guess not. You live in the neighborhood?”
“Nah,” she shook her head, “moved to Flatbush from Chicago.”
“Chicago, huh? You get into any fights with anyone over pizza yet?”
Denali shook her head. “Can I tell you a secret?” she leaned in closer, speaking in a stage whisper, “I’ve always liked New York-style pizza better.”
Rosé leaned in closer when Denali did, their faces only inches apart, close enough for her to take in the scent of her perfume – something woody and spicy with a hint of something heady, something almost as intoxicating as she was. “Oh, she’s a culinary rebel, huh?”
She let out a soft breath of laughter, biting down on her lip. “It does sound kinda hot when you say it like that,” she mused. The distance between them seemed to lessen, albeit by the tiniest bit at a time. But then she became aware of the background noise. “You have an order in the window, I think.”
Sure enough, one of the cooks had been ringing the bell for several seconds in an attempt to get Rosé’s attention. “Oh shit,” she laughed, turning and grabbing the plate, setting it down in front of Denali. “Enjoy,” she winked.
“I sure will,” Denali grinned and batted her lashes, her eyes following Rosé as she went to wait on another table. She gazed at her from across the restaurant. She would make a move, she thought, as soon as the moment was right.
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Jackie stepped out of her office and noticed Jaida on her laptop in the common area. “Whatcha working on, honey?” she asked, sitting down beside her.
“The next great American novel,” Jaida told her. “Nah, I’m finishing up my OnlyFans page. Denali gave me a crash course in how to get this shit done right. Turns out it’s more than just taking what I do on stage and doing it in my room for a camera.”
“I mean, you’re welcome to make whatever content you need to on the stage or whatever if it helps,” she offered with a slight smile. “Anything I can do to help, let me know, okay?”
Jaida smiled warmly. “You’re the best, Jackie,” she tilted her head in thought for a moment before continuing, “maybe you could review the content before I post it? I’ll know it’s ready for the public if it has your seal of approval.”
Jackie nodded, ignoring the warmth that rushed to her cheeks. She nodded quickly, enthusiastically. “Oh my god, yeah. I’m honored you trust my judgment like that.”
“Hey, you stocked this club with top-tier bitches, you’re clearly onto something,” she offered with a reassuring grin. “Check it out, though,” she turned her laptop towards Jackie, “she’s open for business.”
Jackie leaned closer to the laptop, committing Jaida’s username to memory. “Impressive, I’m sure this is going to go over well for you.” She got out, smoothing out her skirt. “I have to take care of some paperwork, you alright from here?”
Jaida nodded. “All good, do your thing,” she said and waved her off. After Jackie retreated into her office, she continued working on her page. She was sitting in silence, which was why she jumped when she realized she was no longer alone a few moments later. “Fuck, how did you do that?”
Gigi shrugged. “I’m not convinced I’m not a Victorian ghost that’s taken corporeal form.” She kicked off her heels and turned to sit cross-legged on the couch, facing Jaida. “Listen, babe, I can smell an ulterior motive from a mile away. You’re trying to show off for Jackie, aren’t you? What’s the tea?”
“Guess it does take one to know one,” she murmured, reclining into the couch and letting out a sigh. “Yeah, okay, maybe I am into Jackie,” she conceded, “but unlike you, I have a good reason for not acting on it – she hasn’t been out of the closet all that long, I’m not tryna bombard her with shit, you know? It’s a delicate situation.”
“My situation is delicate too,” Gigi insisted, only to sigh and quietly add, “okay, maybe not as much, but still. So you’re just gonna wait it out?”
Jaida shrugged. “I don’t wanna freak her out. You, on the other hand, are crushing on someone that popped out of the womb with Doc Martens on, so you have no excuse.”
Gigi flopped onto her back and let out a dramatic sigh. “I know, I know. I just wish there was a way to just… send out some feelers, you know?”
“I cannot fathom how someone can dance naked in a cage one minute and not be able to look a girl with a One Direction tattoo in the eye the next. Literally, all you gotta do is take that confidence you got in the cage or on stage over to Miss Crystal Methyd, it ain’t that complicated, sis,” she did try to stop herself from talking to her like it should have been obvious – Gigi was almost ten years her junior, she had to remind herself. “You just need to try to stop overthinking,” she added in a more calm and gentle tone.
It wasn’t that Gigi didn’t know that, it was simply much easier to think about than to implement. “I know you’re right,” she murmured and sat up. She looked at her phone, chewing on her lip. “Okay, I’m gonna do something before I talk myself out of it,” she decided and stood up. “I’ll report back to you.”
“Good luck, my lil ghost baby.”
Gigi took a deep breath as she walked downstairs to the main floor. Crystal hadn’t arrived yet, so she perched herself on the bar as she waited, swinging her legs and fumbling with the hem of her skirt. Her head popped up when she heard the door open and her heart started to race when Crystal came into her field of vision.
“Hey Geege,” Crystal greeted, playfully tugging Gigi’s ponytail as she walked behind the bar.
“Hi Crystal,” she replied with the lilted laugh that was only ever elicited by the bartender. She reminded herself of Jaida’s words as she got off the bar and followed Crystal behind it. Just use your stage confidence. Picture yourself naked, she reminded herself. “You’re looking hot today.”
Crystal arched her brow. “Thanks? It’s just my usual uniform,” she shrugged and smiled. “You look hot though, but you always do.”
“Thanks,” Gigi twirled her hair around her fingers, batted her lashes, she was doing all of the textbook flirtations she could think of, but she stopped just as quickly, frowning. “Fuck, why does this feel so weird?” she asked herself, but out loud.
Crystal’s perplexed expression deepened. “What are you talking about?”
Gigi groaned and stomped her foot. “I’m trying to flirt with you, but I don’t know how to flirt with someone I actually like because I haven’t in so long. But you’re here and you’re just… fuck, this was supposed to be easier.”
The confusion on Crystal’s face morphed into pensiveness. She was quiet for a moment, then took a few steps towards Gigi. “I’m gonna kiss you now, unless you stop me.” She waited, giving her ample time to back away or speak up. Instead, she got a quick, eager nod. So, she gently cupped Gigi’s face, pressing a deep kiss to her lips.
And Gigi melted into the kiss, relief washing over her body as her arms draped around Crystal’s neck. Her leg went up like the girl in every single rom-com she’d watched and for a moment she felt like she was sixteen, having her first kiss behind the school while cutting gym class. The magic of the moment was only broken when she sensed they were no longer alone. She turned with a glare. “What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ us,” Lemon retorted, gesturing between herself, Jan, and Vanessa. “We’ve been waiting for this to happen for ages.”
“You kind of owe us a satisfying conclusion after subjecting us to your mutual pining fuckery you subjected us all to,” Jan nodded in agreement. “We’ve been along for this whole journey whether we wanted to be or not.”
“What they said,” Vanessa chimed in for the sake of being included.
Gigi rolled her eyes, though she did not attempt to let go of or move away from Crystal. “You guys are so fucking weird,” she muttered. “But I guess it’s kind of endearing or whatever,” she added reluctantly.
“We’ll leave you guys to finish your moment,” Jan said gently, guiding Lemon and Vanessa out of the main room and upstairs to the common area.
Crystal watched them leave, then looked back at Gigi. “I love our friends,” she grinned.
“I could take them or leave them,” she joked. “Look, we don’t… need to put a label on this or anything just yet. I know this was sudden… I just needed you to know how I felt.”
“You’re overthinking things again, aren’t you?” Crystal looped her arms around Gigi’s waist. “Listen, I know you only allow yourself three emotions a year, so it means a lot that I got to be on the receiving end of one of them. And like, I’m pretty bad at talking about feelings too, so… I dunno, let’s just see what happens.”
Gigi exhaled in relief. This was why she had gravitated towards Crystal so effortlessly, they understood each other, they were on the same wavelength. “So… how about you come back to my place after work? We could get high, pretend to watch some movies…”
Crystal pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “It’s a date.”
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skinks · 4 years
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I see your “fake/pretend dating” scenarios and I ask instead of you: “we’re secretly together and desperately trying to hide it” scenarios
Richie and Eddie finally get their shit together a week before Bev and Ben’s wedding, and after a whole lot of arguing and contingency plans and naked, sweaty discussion, they decide that if they don’t wanna steal that hetero thunder, they have to try their hardest to act like they’re not a Thing
and it’s a mess. They spend the whole week of bachelor parties (Losers plus Patty sans Bev get sad drunk and wish Bev was there) and bachelorette parties (Losers plus Patty sans Ben wear feather boas and get sorority drunk with Bev’s fashion friends, gossip about Ben and sing karaoke) pretending they’re not sneaking off to bone in every unoccupied room they possibly can
It’s a MESS. Richie figures the years of practice at pathetic, secret longing mean they should be better at this than they are. Like yeah, they’re still hovering in this awkward limbo stage where it’s both terribly exciting and horribly embarrassing to be crossing meat swords with your long lost best bro, while knowing you’re both totally into it, but they already acted so couple-y beforehand that it’s probably WEIRDER if Eddie stops smiling all fond and fixing Richie’s hair, or if Richie stops slinging his arm around Eddie at every opportunity. But that’s letting their guard down, and they keep freezing and jumping apart in the middle of casual conversation. They’re standing with Bill and Audra and Patty and Mike in some hotel function room, discussing whether or not stealing Ben’s yacht is feasible when Richie oh-so-gently says “hey—c’mere,” and wipes a smudge of chocolate fondue (contains nuts!!) from Eddie’s mouth with his thumb. Everyone stops talking. Everyone stares. Eddie stares. And Richie needs to duck and cover so he sort of - slaps him? Not even hard enough to make a noise, it’s more of a tap-then-push. He pushes Eddie’s face. “Is that Staniel I hear,” Richie says, after a moment.
“I don’t hear anything,” Patty says.
“No no, that’s definitely Stan,” Richie says, backing swiftly to the door. Eddie’s eyes are on him accusing and hot, dark brown like the chocolate smeared on Richie’s thumb. Later, Eddie will suck the taste off where it’s stuffed in his mouth to keep quiet as they fuck below deck in Ben’s stolen yacht, Mike and Bill fighting overhead about who gets to wear the blue and white captain’s hat. Eddie’s pants are barely even pulled down. Richie does his Quint From Jaws Voice and goes duh-dun, duh-dun as Eddie pushes inside so Eddie will bite his thumb and fuck him harder. It’s all very undignified, and illicit, and stupid. Eddie loves it. “I have great ears, Pattycake, and Stanley makes this sort of, uh, echolocation type noise when he’s having issues with hotel staff. I should know, I went on vacation once with his family, to the Catskills? Stan spilled soup on a waiter and every bat in the fuckin’ place came right outta the forest and flew into the buffet. Don’t ask him about it though, one man’s vigilante origin story is another man’s traumatic childhood. Okay bye.” Richie definitely doesn’t run, but running away is more about aura than gait.
Audra frowns. “Did he just imply Batman didn’t have a traumatic childhood?”
“Haha,” Eddie deflects, stuffing his hand in his pocket, and missing. “He must’ve had the shrimp. Fucked up that he’s the one with the actual shellfish allergy, right? Isn’t that irony, or something?”
“That would be ironic, if you didn’t know everything we’re all allergic to by heart and would never let Richie eat shrimp,” Bill says, still staring.
“I would,” Eddie says immediately. He can’t find his fucking pocket. “I would totally let Richie eat shrimp.”
“You slapped his slice of pizza out of his hand last week because there was oyster sauce in the marinara,” Mike says, but Eddie is already actually running away. Wow, he’s fast.
Even with the Losers, Richie’s only out by implication, but it’d still be weird if he, for some reason, brought a woman as his date. He thinks about bringing Sven the Sound Guy because he’s as opposite to Eddie as it’s possible to find on short notice since Guy Fieri was unavailable, but he can’t decide whether this is genius cover or so on the nose as to be damning. He goes stag in the end, which is perhaps most damning of all. Eddie is in Schrodinger’s closet, because he doesn’t have to answer either way if nobody fucking asks him, and nobody does, because Eddie always starts doing whatever he’s currently doing to an incredibly intense level whenever the conversation turns to dating. One time at dinner when they were all in the same city for one of Richie’s tentative, low-key comeback shows, someone mentioned post-divorce dating apps, and then someone simply said the word Grindr not even in Eddie’s direction and Eddie cut his steak so hard he scratched the plate. This was an achievement in and of itself seeing as the clown took Eddie’s fork-arm, but Richie was spearing his steak for him while he cut it. He’s an enabler. An enabler to steak, and freakouts.
Anyway, even with all of this, it’s still weird that Eddie brings a woman. She’s Paula. From work. Stan sees her checking her phone so often that he figures out she’s one of the women in the matching white wedding dresses on her lock screen. Stan nudges Patty, who becomes very insistent that they should tell Eddie before he gets his heart broken, but Eddie is probably too busy periodically kicking out the backs of Richie’s knees to make him wobble and buckle against the bar to notice, or care.
Bev has great fucking aim, is the thing. There’s a lost catapult and a space-alien dead as a dodo can attest to it, but she’s still facing the opposite direction and could never predict that her bouquet toss would bounce off two different bridesmaids’ heads, straight into Richie’s hands. They’re so beautiful. White and orange and a rich, nautical blue that matches Eddie’s suit, tidily pinned up at the right shoulder and pressed hard into Richie’s side. Bev is laughing delightedly and Ben is taking a photo, and Eddie has been getting steadily drunker ever since he got back half an hour ago from gratefully sending Paula home to her wife in an Uber with some cake. He’s all pink across the bridge of his nose and he looks so fucking adorable with Ben’s blue and white yacht captain hat tilted on his head at a rakish angle, and the others are all catcalling so hard that Richie figures they might as well give up the pretense. He kicks out the back of Eddie’s knees so he’ll buckle into Richie’s flowery arms and fucking DIPS him like that old wartime photo even though Eddie’s the one with the sailor hat getting knocked off his head because they’re kissing so enthusiastically, clinging to the back of Richie’s neck and snortlaughing into his mouth, but suddenly everyone’s shouting, and they all sound - not pissed, exactly, but certainly indignant
“Are you guys serious,” Bill says, “you’re stealing their thunder right now? One major childhood romance realized isn’t enough, you’re gonna crash theirs?”
“Wait,” Richie says
Bev throws up her hands. Richie can’t see, because of her dress, but he’s pretty sure her foot is actually tapping. “Why didn’t you tell us!”
Eddie is still dangling off him like a monkey, all stunned-drunk limp with the bouquet shoved in his face. Richie hears what uh oh sounds like muffled by flowers, and Ben silently takes another photo, like he’s cataloguing a crime scene.
“You guys... didn’t know? We actually kept it a secret?”
“Until now, you jackasses!”
“What secret,” Audra asks, appearing with like eight plates of cake. “What’s happening? Oh wait, I’m caught up.”
“But—but—the fondue,” Eddie says, and seriously, it’s not like the clown ripped his legs off, he could try standing and facing this with Richie like a true bro, but Richie’s kind of enjoying the weight of him. Plus he’s pretty sure Bev won’t dare to go through Eddie to kill him, so. Human shield it is.
“What about the fondue?” Mike looks like he did after the end of The Usual Suspects. Like he’s re-evaluating every time Richie and Eddie left a room together, and wishes he wasn’t. “You guys are like that all the time.”
“Then why were you all staring!”
“Nobody was staring! It was a natural lull in conversation, we were weirded out that you were being weird about it! Have you always been this self-centered?”
“I guess so,” Richie shrugs. He looks down at Eddie, covered in pollen and thoroughly confused. He’s so drunk he’s looking kinda cross-eyed. “You hear that, dude? We were killing it, until we fucked it all up!”
Eddie grins up at him. “Good enough!” he slurs, and then lets go of Richie’s neck for a high five. Everyone’s gone back to ignoring them in favour of dancing to Journey, so at least nobody notices Richie’s so eager to return it that he drops Eddie on the floor instead
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If There’s a Place I Can Be - Chapter Eighty Four
If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag
November 27th, 2000
Remy was ready to punch a wall. His parents made him so furious sometimes. Forcing him to change his major if he went back to school?! If he could drop the rest of his family and only stay in contact with the good ones, he would. He loathed accounting, and that would drive him faster to suicide than taking literally anything else at college would.
He took a breath and made sure he had everything ready to go back to school. He met Toby in the hallway and gave him a hug. “You’d better keep in touch,” Remy playfully threatened.
“Cross my heart and hope to die, I’ll call your number and make sure we have each other’s details,” Toby swore. Then, more quietly, “Now go trick our parents and drop out of college.”
  March 28th, 2003
Emile came back down the stairs finding Toby looking like he was about to cry, and Remy not that far off, either. “You two seem very intent on having a crying session without me,” he noted, taking the last available space on the couch.
Remy rolled his eyes. “Toby was asking about the stuff with my— our mother.”
“Ah, yeah, nevermind,” Emile said. “I totally understand that.”
“I don’t,” Toby said, furrowing his eyebrows, and Emile blinked, because there was so much of freshman Remy in that action, the man who didn’t understand why what his parents were doing was controlling and wrong.
Remy coughed. “Well. Turns out that a lot of the stuff we dealt with that initially doesn’t look like abuse was, in fact, a type of abuse,” he said awkwardly. “So like, not only was Mom stalking me wrong, but so was her taking Bones and any other toy she thought I had outgrown. Same with the toys she took away from you. There’s other stuff, but that’s like...the obvious things.”
“What are the not-so-obvious things?” Toby asked, looking between Remy and Emile.
“Uh...” Remy, for once, looked speechless.
“Things like temporarily taking away toys that brought you a sense of security or comfort,” Emile said. “Or denying you food when you’re hungry when you broke a rule. Remy has told me both of those things have happened. And corporal punishment has started to be studied, and it seems to be less effective than most parents think it is.”
Toby looked stunned. “But that wasn’t...? No, I mean...”
“You may not have seen it as such, but that is abuse,” Emile said gently. “Even if they gave the toys back, even if you eventually got to have dinner, even if the punishment was ‘only’ a spanking. Those are all forms of abuse.”
“Jesus Christ,” Toby said, paling. “You’re serious.”
“He’s always serious about trauma,” Remy said with a weak smile. “It’s one of the things that I had to learn to love about him, because he had this conversation with me before, over the course of literal years, but he has taught me that I deserve better. And now I actually believe it.”
Toby ran his hands through his hair. “Oh my God,” he said simply. “I...wow. I’m...How do I keep in contact with them after this?”
“You don’t have to,” Emile pointed out. “You always have the choice to say no.”
“No, but...Vanessa...Vanessa deserves to know too...” Toby swallowed. “She—how do I tell her, I only ever see her at our parents’ house and I don’t want her to repeat their mistakes...she’s been talking about kids, recently, when she finds a husband.”
Remy shrugged, looking about as hysterical as Toby sounded. “You would know better than I do, Tobes, I haven’t had contact with anyone from our family for years.”
Toby ran a hand down his face. “Yeah, I know...Nate and Magenta have been worrying themselves sick.”
Emile figured it might be time for a distraction, so he asked, “Those two are twins, right? How did one of them get the misfortune of being called Magenta?”
“Oh.” Toby laughed. “Vanessa nicknamed him that when they were babies. Because to tell the twins apart, their parents put magenta nailpolish on his big toe. Bear in mind, she was also really little. But she’d call Nate his name, and she’d call Percy—that’s his real name—Magenta. And it stuck throughout the family, and he never complained, so we all just sorta...rolled with it.”
“He didn’t get called that at school,” Remy hurried to add. “He’d get called that at family reunions, but his own family, for the most part, calls him Percy.”
“Ah, good. I was worried there for a minute,” Emile said, clearing his throat.
They sat there in silence for a minute, before Remy kicked his feet over Emile’s legs and laid his head in Toby’s lap. “Toby, I’m bored,” Remy whined.
Emile laughed at the shock on Toby’s face. Toby looked over to Emile. “Remy said I have you to thank for this.”
“Yeah,” Emile laughed. “I would say sorry, but you don’t look upset.”
“Upset? I’m ecstatic!” Toby exclaimed. “My baby brother has emotions! I thought those all shrivelled up and died in high school! But you revived them! I can’t thank you enough!”
“I’m still here!” Remy exclaimed.
“Yep,” Emile said, grabbing Remy’s hand and kissing his knuckles. “And we both love you more than words can say.”
“Ugh. You’re sappy,” Remy grumbled.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” Emile pointed out.
Remy sighed. “This is true,” he admitted. “But you know how weird it is to have people talking over your head like you don’t exist?”
“Sorry, Rem,” Emile laughed. “But to be fair, you complaining you’re bored doesn’t really add much to the conversation.”
Remy stuck his tongue out at Emile and Emile laughed, sticking his out back. Toby looked between them fondly. “You two really are in love,” he said, sounding a little awestruck. “I think the two of you might ruin dating for me by the time this long weekend is over. Because none of my relationships are quite as good as what you two have.”
“Aw, you’ll find someone if you want to, Tobes,” Remy said. “I don’t doubt that.”
“Maybe I will, but I doubt I’d ever be in love the way the two of you are. It’s something else,” Toby said.
“Well, Emile is kinda the reason I believe in soulmates now, so...” Remy shrugged.
“Soulmates, yeah,” Emile laughed. “Listen. I let you be sappy, Remy, but you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me in the beginning of us getting to know each other. I dragged you into interpersonal relationships kicking and screaming—one time quite literally.”
“That was because of the bubbles, not because of the relationships!” Remy said, pointing accusingly at Emile. “Patty used far too many bubbles and I did not want to be seen blowing bubbles like a child when I was still trying to figure out who I was in the world!”
“Whatever you say, Rem,” Emile said, snickering.
“Bubbles?” Toby asked, arching an eyebrow. “There’s a story there.”
“Not a long one,” Emile said. “My friend Patty was—mmph!” He was cut short by Remy surging upwards and kissing Emile passionately. When Remy was done, he leaned back and Emile was sitting there dazed, blinking. “What were we talking about?”
“Nothing, darling,” Remy said, before Toby could say anything else.
Emile blinked and readjusted his glasses. “I thought it was something,” he mumbled. “Ah, Toby, are you weirded out by PDA?”
“Bit late to ask that,” Toby laughed. “But no. I’m just annoyed that Remy cut short an embarrassing story by kissing you roughly enough for it to get an R-rating at the movies.”
“Anything remotely gay gets an R-rating at the movies, Tobes,” Remy scoffed.
“Okay, I was thinking in straight-couple standards, though,” Toby said.
“Were a straight couple to do what I just did, it would be PG-13 at worst,” Remy said, pointing at Toby.
“Agree to disagree?” Toby proposed.
“Oh, hell no. You agree with me or I go all out in proving my point,” Remy said, staring Toby dead in the eye as he declared this.
“Those are fighting words,” Toby said, getting a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before Emile could ask what was going on, Toby grabbed Remy around the torso and ripped him off the couch, spinning them both around roughly. Remy screeched, before bursting into peals of laughter. “Ah! Toby! Let me down!”
“Not until you agree with me!” Toby exclaimed.
“Toby! I’m gonna puke! Lemme go!” Remy screamed.
“Boys, you’re going to put a hole in the wall!” Emile exclaimed, going over to Toby and holding him by the shoulders.
Toby was laughing and red in the face, while Remy looked a little green. “Hey, Rem, why don’t you grab that disposable camera we’ve got and the photo album? I think this deserves a new photo.”
Remy lightly shook his head and stood on wobbly legs. “Ugh, gimme a minute, first.”
Toby looked worried. “Oh, you were serious about puking?”
Remy blearily nodded.
“Shit, Rem, I’m sorry,” Toby said.
“Don’t worry about it,” Remy said. “‘S fine.”
“Hey, Remy, no,” Emile reminded him. “You’re allowed to set boundaries.”
“Hm?” Remy hummed. He staggered over to the couch. “Is that a boundary? I don’t think that qualifies.”
“Uh, that definitely qualifies,” Emile said.
Remy did some deep breathing before looking up at Toby. “I’d appreciate if we kept the spinning to a minimum.”
“Yeah, of course,” Toby said, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m really sorry.”
Remy nodded and leaned back, before standing and saying, “I’m getting the camera. Emile, don’t kill him while I’m gone.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Emile said simply.
As soon as Remy left, Toby whispered, “How much did I screw up?”
Emile pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not badly. Remy and I have been working on boundaries off and on for a while. Just needing a refresher doesn’t mean you screwed up. He’s just nervous to set up boundaries with someone he looks up to.”
Toby swallowed. “He...looks up to me?” he asked.
“A hell of a lot,” Emile confirmed. “He talked about you all the time.”
Toby blew out a breath. “Oh, God,” he breathed. “I don’t want him falling into any bad habits again by reasoning that I do them.”
“I doubt he would,” Emile said. “He just hates saying ‘no’ sometimes, and to certain people. You’re on that list. I’m on it, too. It just means we have to be more careful than we otherwise might be.”
Toby shook his head. “God. I’m glad I came, but this suddenly got a lot more scary.”
“I wouldn’t sweat it, Toby. Just be yourself. And if either Remy or I call you on something, try not to take it personally. You were raised by the same parents he was. I’d appreciate it if both of you were healthy about approaching things. So I might make a gentle nudge or two. It’s not the end of the world, it just means there are things to work on,” Emile said. “And I won’t try to therapist you. Just let you know, ‘Hey, that sort of thinking isn’t the best,’ or ‘Maybe you should go easy on yourself.’ It’s not the end of the world if something goes wrong.”
“That’s something I have to remind myself of every day,” Toby said with a weak laugh.
Emile smiled sadly. “Yeah. Me too.”
Remy came back down the stairs. “You didn’t threaten to eat Toby if he messed up, right?” he asked, pointing at Emile.
“Cross my heart he didn’t,” Toby said.
“Yeah, I actually let him know he could mess up and we wouldn’t kick him out,” Emile said.
“Good. Because if you did anything else, I just might have had to kill you,” Remy laughed.
Emile shook his head fondly. “No, you wouldn’t,” he said. “Although I don’t think injury to my person would be entirely out of the question.”
Remy rolled his eyes and said, “Duh.”
“How many pictures does that thing take?” Toby asked.
“Uh,” Remy looked at it. “Thirty. We’re down to sixteen. Why?”
“I brought my digital camera,” Toby said. “It was a bit of an expensive investment, but it’s been paying off. I would love to get some more pictures with you guys after this one, but we don’t have to wait for all of them to develop and mail them. Although, I will probably periodically mail you guys pictures just because, and Christmas cards would be a delight.”
“Oh, I was expecting you’d come over here at Christmas,” Remy said.
“Provided I can convince our parents I’m not seeing you, of course I can. But the way Mom bragged about stalking you? I’m unsure if I want to take that chance.”
“We can always celebrate New Year’s and Remy’s birthday and Christmas at once,” Emile offered with a shrug. “Come over the thirty-first, it could be fun.”
“Oh, of course!” Toby exclaimed.
“Picture now, future plans later!” Remy interrupted. “I want a picture where I’m genuinely smiling for the album!”
Toby laughed and Emile grinned. They gathered around Remy and Remy held the camera up and out, pressing the button as all of them grinned. “Here’s hoping that turned out well,” Remy said, putting the camera down.
“Don’t worry, if it didn’t, I’ll just take a dozen more,” Toby laughed.
Remy grinned and Emile realized this weekend was just what all of them needed.
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A fun discussion with @iridium-light that I wanted to preserve to the afterworld, so posting here - consider: a fusion of Genos and Sonic. A monster’s doing, probably, a horrible curse - forced to share a body and mind with the person you dislike most, like the world’s worst get along-shirt. Let’s call the fusion Genic.
- We imagine that Genic is about 50 % cyborg; one arm is metal like Genos’, one has only metal internal structure but otherwise looks/behaves like a fleshy arm. Hair is similar in texture to Sonic’s, but a bit shorter and blond. Overall they look a little bit like Flash which pisses Sonic off to a degree Genos doesn’t quite understand, not knowing the ninjas’ past together
- Initially, after they get over the worst of the shock, naturally they start checking out this weird body. Genos in particular is weirded out by all this flesh, not to mention how much he can feel now. He keeps petting their hair and Sonic almost immediately gets pissy over it, until Genos tells him ”I haven’t felt like this in four years, I’ll stop in a second” which stops him in his tracks
- Genos also keeps squeezing their new ass
- They argue over what to wear, eventually landing on something like Sonic’s fuzzy cat hoodie with Genos’ skinny jeans (about the one thing they can agree on is the degree of suitable ripped clothing)
- Sonic hates the HUD, it’s so distracting, while Genos is upset that half the info on it is missing: Genos: “where the FUCK is my heart rate monitor” - Sonic: “you HAVE a heart rate monitor???”
- On the other hand, Sonic is having fun with the cybernetic hand with the blaster, though he keeps burning stuff, not to mention make annoying ’pew pew’ noises every time they use it. Genos eventually disables it, knowing Sonic won’t know how to manually activate it
- When they finally go to Saitama for help/comfort there is a lot of internal fighting between them - Sonic tries to stop it but for Genos, calling him ”sensei” is not optional, he WILL be respectful
- Initially, Genic pretends to be Genos in front of Saitama, saying upgrades went wrong or similar. It becomes obvious pretty quickly what’s up, though, and they have to explain the dilemma
- Sonic is weirded out by how normal and chill Saitama is. He does not like it. Saitama offers Genic oven mitts since he’ll actually need them and Sonic is internally just like at this weird guy D:<
- After a while the body needs to pee. Genos feels lost, kind of having forgotten what that feels like, and Sonic is zero help. Genos: ”what do I DO” - Sonic: ”I don’t know, what DO you do when you have to pee? It’s a mystery” - Sonic would let them wet themselves before helping Genos, though hopefully after jogging his memory a bit he figures it out
- Genos is struggling to get used to all this new body stuff - aches and cramps and feeling hungry, while Sonic is like ”how the fuck do you walk anywhere with this complete lack of foot traction”
- Genos complains about how easy it is to break this body, until Sonic points out his track record as a cyborg is much worse, Sonic has never lost a limb nevermind been cut in half (twice). Genos can’t argue with that
- They start arguing over who has had the worst past, until they realize that this is not a contest you want to win. They have learnt new things about each other, though. Genos starts being more careful with the fleshy parts of their body and Sonic says nothing as Genos explores these new sensations, is quiet as they fiddle with their hair for 25 min
- After a while, they get hungry, another new sensation for Genos. They decide to head out to buy something. In this scenario, we imagine that Genos while capable of eating more tends to lean towards tiny meals - his brain only needs so much and he hates to waste Sensei’s money. Sonic on the other hand needs lots of food due to his off-the-charts metabolism, but rarely has the money to get lots of meat etc. Now he insists Genos pays with his S-rank salary and they head to MobDonalds. Genos wants the equivalent of a Happy Meal while Sonic goes ”cute, cute ok so that burger with two patties, can I get that, and the grilled chicken thing, and some fries, and oh yeah also this little shit joy meal or whatever” and goes to town
- On their way back they stop by a store to get ingredients for steamed buns too, Genos promised Sensei before... all this. From the outside as you look into the store, it looks like a blond guy sweating as he stares down at the ingredients, but there is actually a deep internal struggle going on here - Genos wants the spicy pork but Sonic is absolutely refusing, he won’t eat pork after Ino
- Saitama gives Genic serious side eye for all the bags of MobBurger when he comes back, but at least he gets the ingredients to make the buns. Sonic is blown away that people actually make buns? It’s not just a convenience store thing?! Genos remarks with ”what, you’ve never lived in a house with people?” and then catches himself. Oh, right...
- For this scenario, we went with the hc that in his cyborg body, Genos has a poor sense of smell/taste. To Sonic’s despair, Genos whines about how spicy the steamed buns are. And the chicken. And the everything. It gets annoying fast
- As things calm down and day turns into evening, Saitama is getting cuddly, he misses Genos and can tell he’s worried and wants to ensure him things will be okay. He asks if the Sonic-part can’t like, tune out for a bit or something. Genos is totally ready to make out but Sonic won’t have any of it. They eventually settle on just sitting close to each other, after Saitama points out it’s kind of a mood killer when one of Genic’s hands keeps trying to strangle him every time he gets too close
- Saitama mentions that it’s cool to kinda see Genos with fleshy parts, but he misses his cool metal stuff. And the cute little noise he makes when he falls asleep. The Genos part is full on heart eyes shojo sparkles as he says ”you liked my sleep mode maintenance sound!” while the Sonic part is making barfing noises
- They finally break the curse when they realize maybe the other person is in fact not the most horrible person on the planet - they divide into their respective selves again not as friends, but with a bit more understanding for each other
- Sonic can eat much spicier food, he’ll always have that now. And he can use the bathroom without someone holding his hand. He did like the blaster, though
- Genos sometimes thinks about the Ass. That was cool.
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hello! so, this is my first time writing some content for Tumblr and my first time writing imagine content for the rami malek tag, and i'm kinda nervous hehehe, since i'm a non-english speaker (i'm from Brazil) and i'm not that fluent in english. also, i've never watched The Pacific (guess who can't find it online for free? hehe), so all the character and the trait of Merriel here were based on other imagines i've read about him
so, i think... good lecture, i guess. aaa somebody help my i'm so nervous
word count: almost 2400 words ;
nothing here belongs to me, except the writing and the story, also the video credits goes to l0user (YouTube) ;
Mr. Shelter
《 Snafu Imagine 》
1945
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Nobody was waiting for him at the train station. Even thought it hurted to think about, he knew it would be like this since he entered that goddamn ship that sealed to the Second Great War.
It was past 6PM in the afternoon when the train stopped at New Orleans and let some soldiers get down of it and go back to their family. But Merriel didn't have a family waiting for him, not even Jade was there for him, but he couldn't judge her, he knew it was his fault that she was given to a foster home and didn't even knew he went to war. He didn't even said goodbye to Eugene, because he didn't want to wake the poor boy up. So he get off the train like he appeared, quickly and in complete silence.
He couldn't stop thinking about that situation while he started to walk through the station, passing throught the bunch of couples and families receiving their boys and mans alive from that monstrous war. They at least had someone or a home of their own. But Merriel had nothing and nobody.
Well, he had actually one person, a girl to be more specific, but he was trying hard to not think about that girl. It was just a moony teenage romance, nothing that passed from it. She was probably married to some asshole right now and having to take care of at least 5 naughty children. He didn't liked to think that she was married to another guy, but he knew she wouldn't have waited for him for like... 5 years? God, that's a long time. She didn't even send him a letter. During those 5 years, he haven't received anything, not even a letter. It was hard to see the other boys cheering to some picture or letter that they've receive from their girlfriends and he had to pretend he didn't care.
The day was being consumed slowly by one of those starry nights in New Orleans. The train station looked so dark that Merriel had one hundred percent sure that it was dawn or even dusk, or maybe it was just his mind trying to convince him that being in the battleground was better than coming back "home".
He bumped into something; he was distracted, thinking about the whole thing about coming back home and walking at the same that he didn't even noticed that little kid crying in the middle of the street. With the shock, he let his bag fall and hit the ground, almost making him and the kid fall together. His fast movement allowed him to equilibrate and hold the kid at the same time, before both hit the ground.
"Ay kiddo! Careful. Whatcha doin' in the middle of the street like this? You're goin' to get hurt." Scolded the boy, but as soon as he heard the silent cry and sobs, he regreted being so hard with the kid. "Ay boy, are you okay?" The boy just sobbed louder. "Can you tell me what happened?"
The boy turned and looked at him; his appearance was something else. The curly hair, that blue greenish eyes and thin reddish lips. Merriel felt like he was looking at some kind of mirror or something. Even the olive skin was similar to his. Even shocked with his vision, he felt the necessity of making sure the boy was okay. "What happened, kiddo?"
The kid sniffed and showed what he was holding in both of his hands, a teddy bear without an arm in the left hand and an arm without a teddy bear in the right one. The boy sobbed again. "I, I ripped off it's arm accidentally. Mo-momma is going to be angry at me, i-it's her teddy bear a-and I took him out without permission!" The boy started crying and sobbing hard again. Merriel was shocked due the boy's confession.
"Ay, ay, ay. Kiddo, calm down, okay? Lemme see the teddy bear." He asked, while cowering in front of the boy.
The boy gave him the teddy bear, and sobbing, murmured. "Shelter, sir."
"What?"
"His name is Shelter, momma calls him like this."
"Oh." Agreed, looking again to the teddy bear, with a sad mien. "There's anythin' I can do for the poor Mr. Shelter, the teddy bear, maybe a needlewoman can fix, but I'm just a soldier, I can't do anythin' kiddo. Sorry." The boy started sobbing again. "Ay, calm down. The best you can do now is tell your mother what you've done and hope that she forgives you. Ok pal?" The kid calmed down and nodded, while rubbing his eyes full with tears with his hands. "So, here's Shelter." Gave to the kid the stuffed animal back and stand up, ready to start walking to nowhere when little hands grabbed his own big hands.
Merriel was a little surprised with the boy's propose on taking him back home to tell his mother about what he have done to the poor bear Shelter, and even more surprise when, without hesitation, he accepted the propose. The whole way back wasn't made in complete silence, because after Merriel said yes to that crazy propose, the little boy didn't stopped talking and making the 23 years old man speak and answear his questions; he talked a lot, and Merriel realized that their appearance wasn't the only similar thing between them both.
"You know, momma had Shelter even before I was born! It was a gift from her boyfriend, I think."
"A gift?"
"Yeah, she gained it from her boyfriend one week before he was gone. I think he won Shelter for her on some kind of game, she said it was on a 'county fair', and that it was one of the best gifts of her life!" The boy chuckled and keep telling the strange man about his life with his momma, but Merriel stopped listening. It couldn't be. He couldn't help thinking about the girl again; he remembered when he shot those stupid cans and won the skinny brown teddy bear that looked like the poor boy Shelter just to impress her. She was so happy and excited, looking like a child, when Merriel gave her the teddy bear that she even kissed his nose accidentally. He smiled with the memory of her soft lips at the same time the little boy stopped abruptly.
Merriel looked up and saw the house. It was really pretty, actually; two floors, pastel yellow with some white details on some parts of the roof and the delicatef fences of the porch, where some plants and a wooden bench were part of the decoration, and in front of the pretty house, there was the prettiest garden Merriel has ever seen in his entire life.
"Sir?" The boy called Merriel, who immediately stopped admiring the house. "Come with me and tell my momma what happened to Mr. Shelter? Please?"
Merriel sighed. "I can go with ya, but ya have to tell ya ma what you've done."
The boy agreed and they started walking in direction of the pastel yellow house. When the little boy opened the door, a feminine voice echoed from the kitchen. "Alle, is that you?"
Allesandro looked to Merriel, who signed to him to go talk to his momma. Allesandro agreed and entered the kitchen, letting the marine admiring the inside of the pastel yellow house; so clean and organised, full of books and delicate porcelain objects.
"Allesandro!" The feminine voice screaming from the kitchen got Merriel attention back. "What have I told you about taking my things without permission?"
Allesandro sobbed in the distance. "I-I'm sorry momma!"
"And how am I going to fix it now?" Merriel started walkung slowly in direction of the kitchen. The smell of meat and potato patties was the most attractive smell he have smelled in those five years.
Allesandro noticed when he entered the kitchen. "Bu-but he said he knows someone who can h-help!" And one hiccup escaped his mouth. Merriel was shocked when the mother turned to him. It was her, the girl he had been dreaming all over those five years.
He murmured with a whisper. "Y-Y/N?"
"Merriel?" You murmured the same tone as him. Oh God, you've been waiting for that moment for the past 5 years and now he was there, in front of you. You didn't even knew if he was alive, your father didn't let you have any contact with him after he was gone; and now he was there.
"W-why didn't you...?" He whispered, so low that nobody though himself could hear, but you heard. And it hurted. That sad look in his eyes broke your heart, you wanted so much to hug him and said that you were sorry for not writing him any letter even though you didn't have any idea where he was. "You...?"
"Merriel, I-..." You walked 'til him, putting Shelter, the bear, and his ripped arm over the table and totally forgetting about the meat and the potato patties in the oven. You stopped in front of him, wanting so bad to touch him, to kiss that thin lips that are so delicious and vicious again. "... you're back...!" And then you hugged him, feeling the yerning tears coming out of your eyes in abundance. You could feel that he wasn't expecting you to hug him, shocked by the fact that you still remembered him and even though you didn't send him any letter. "I'm so, so sorry! I-I thought of you every night ans wrote you a lot of letters, but my father, h-he..." Merriel hugged you tight, he kinda understood for a moment. Your father was always a little piece of shit with him, but he couldn't judge the old man; if Merriel's daughter started going out and spending time with some guy that was knew for being a troublemaker and a big trashmouth like him he would be pissed too.
"Momma." Allesandro said suddenly, interrupting the moment between you two. "Do you know him?"
You noticed when Merriel became tense looking at your son. He finally realised and you needed to act fast. "Allesandro, sweetheart, could you go to the living room watch some TV? Momma needs to talk with this man in particular."
Even though Allesandro wanted so bad to hear the conversation, he obeyed your order and went to the living room, turning on the TV on some random show. You supposed it was The World in Your Home.
It was weird to look at Merriel after all those years and having to have that conversation in the most inappropriated way. The smell of meat and potatoes patties suddenly remebered you from the dinner you were preparing before he came. When you approximated from the oven, you finally decided to speak. "I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't knew you were coming back today, so the meal I prepared for dinner isn't the beast one for your homecoming." You joked, and he kinda gave you a quiet laugh.
He grabbed the chair from the dinner table. "So, Allesandro?" He looked in direction of the living room, where your son was watching TV. "You're now a mother, Y/N."
You could feel the pain in his voice. "I'm a mother." You could only say this.
"And his name is Allesandro. How old is he? Five?"
"Four, he'll be five next weekend." You sighted. It was now or never. "He was named like his father."
"Really?" You turned off the oven, finishing the dinner, and turned to him. He looked like he was about to cry, you didn't want this.
"Yes, Merriel Allesandro Shelton." Merriel looked at you surprised; you smiled, holding back your tears. "You're his father, Merriel."
Merriel chin trembled, and some tears were forming in his eyes. The prettiest and happiest smallest smile formed in his lips.
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Allesandro was grounded in his bedroom. After the dinner (the meat and the potato patties were delicious), while you were washing the dishes you suddenly realized how weird that situation was. He brought Merriel to your house, even though Allesandro didn't even know him! Merriel, who was listening to his childish stories and trying to find the most passive way of telling Allesandro that he was the father of your son the same time he was trying to fix Mr. Shelter, realized that after you told Allesandro to go to his bedroom.
Allesandro, grounded in his bedroom, was quietly playing with a wooden car toy he has won from his grandpa in his birthday last year, when he heard in the distance the radio from the living room playing a song.
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He was curious about what that radio was doing playing songs so late at the night, so, quietly like a robber, he went out of his room, walked through the corridor and went downstairs silently, like he didn't even existed. Allesandro walked tiptoe in direction to the living room, finally spying inside.
He saw you and Merriel dancing to the melodic voice of Kitty Kallen.
❝Never thought that you would be
standing here so close to me
There's so much I feel that I should say,
but words can wait until some other day❞
Allesandro admired you, his mother, dancing to that strange man so serenely, and smiled.
❝Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
Haven't felt like this, my dear
Since I can't remember when
It's been a long, long time❞
He hated when he was playing in his room and heard you crying above Mr. Shelter teddy bear calling Merriel's name; he planned it for weeks, making sure to find that man you loved so much just to see you happy. And now he realised: he did a good job bringing his daddy back home, even though he got grounded in the end and costed to the poor Mr. Shelter an arm. But making you happy while you're dancing with Merriel made those things look meaningless.
❝You'll never know how many dreams
I've dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
So kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long... long time...❞
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saltypepperspice · 5 years
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The Manager (Spice Stories)
It was a cool summer night in the state of Arizona, at a small fast food joint known as Slash Meat, a horror themed restaurant. Where a employee and his manager were getting ready to close for the day. Ted Williams, a hulk of a man, standing at six and a half feet, with long black hair, in his mid twenties, he was in a small room with a window, so that he could get the customers to pay for the food, and then hand it to them, well he was waiting for the next card he was stocking up the coin dispenser, when his manager, his rude and bratty manager, Katy Aniston had came into the room.
Ted: Hey Katy
Katy; Don't 'Hey Katy' me. Get your shit done so we can go home
Ted: I'm trying Katy. I got like two cars left
Katy: Shoulda been two cars fifteen minutes ago.
Ted: ..Alright whatever
Katy: I wish I had a reason to fire you
Katy slams the door, heading to the office to listen to music, leaving him to work, as Ted covers his eyes and takes deep breaths, trying to lose some stress, when suddenly, there is a loud honking noise, Ted looks up to see at his window, an older man in his car.
Ted: Sorry sir...
Old Man: Sorry Sir my ass.
Ted: Its.. my bad... so. You had the bacon egg and chee-
Old Man: Let me talk to your manager
Ted freezes
Ted: sir, my manager doesn't like me, shes been looking for a reason to fire me for weeks, please just let it go.
Old Man: Don't tell me what to do, and get me your manager.
Ted was trying to stay calm and reason with the old man
Ted: Listen Sir, it's late, I'm sure you want to go home, so did you have the bacon eg-
Old Man: I WANT to speak to your manager
Ted: I..well.. I... She..
Old Man: Get. Me. Your. God. Damn. Manager. NOW
Ted had become enraged, he looked out the window, the other car wasn't around the corner yet, Ted looked at the old man, grabbed him and hoisted him into the room, being rough
Old Man: WHAT THE FU- YOU PSYCHOPATH!
The Old Man shaked, as he reaches into his pocket, retrieving a swiss army knife, which he then uses to cut deeply into Ted's left cheek. But Ted seemed unfazed as a smile creeps across his face showing his multiple metal caps in his teeth, he slams the old man down, wrestles the knife away from him, and rams it into the old man's stomach, before pulling it upward, causing his skin to break open
Ted: Let me speak to your manager...
Ted ripped the coin dispenser from it's socket
Old Man: what are you doing?!
Ted just repeated those words.. again and again, standing over the old man, he began to smash the coin dispenser into the old man's head, he did not stop until the corpse was unrecognizable.
Ted pulls the swiss army knife from the old man's body, giggles and stumbles to the door to the managers office
Katy was inside, listening to music, and is just looking at her phone, when Ted begins to bang on the door
Katy sighs, takes out her headphones and walks to the door
Katy: Ted I swear to god if your not done I'm going t-
As she opened the door, she froze, seeing Ted, drenched in blood, holding a knife.
Katy: Oh my god.. what the hell happened?
Ted: I'm the manager now.... I'm the manager now
Katy: TED STOP FUCKING AROUND! WHAT HAPPENED! TELL ME OR YOUR FIRED
Those words made Ted's smile disappear, as he took the knife and rammed it into Katy's skull, before pushing her to the ground.
Katy looked at the knife, her face staying in a shocked expression, she grabbed at the knife, before her hands dropped, losing all life.
This had restored Ted's smile, as he looked at his clothes
Ted: This is not work sanitary, I'm gonna need a new suit...
Ted looked at the manager's drawer, where he opens it to find a manager suit, he seemed happy as he switches his clothes, replacing his name tag with one that just said "MANAGER". He skipped to the bathroom to clean off any visible blood, then proceed to head back to the window, back into the now blood covered room, as he relaized he still had one more customer, he went to go make the sandwich, but another idea skipped into his mind, he returned to Katy's body, took the knife from her forehead, and cut off her cheeks and mouth, he proceeded to throw it on the grill. where he then put it in a bun with cheese and pickles, which he placed into a to-go bag, he grabbed the bag and walked out to the car, where a man in his late teens was waiting
Ted: So sorry for your wait! My worker was being lazy as usual.
Man: It's whatever dude
Ted hands him the bag
Man: thanks man
Ted: ...I'm the manager now
Man: .. I can see that
Ted; I.. am the manager now
Ted giggles before running of into the desert, getting louder and louder
Man: that is one messed up dude
The Man began to drive home, enjoying his burger, not knowing the replcament to the patty.
Man; This tastes off... but it's kinda better
Ted was never heard from again. Maybe he died in the desert. Maybe he killed himself...
Maybe he's coming to a fast food joint near you... for you...
End
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lottalex · 5 years
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1/1/2019~reflection
yo, so im not really sure how to do this. I think I just made a random Tumblr to let the feelz out. because your girl gotta lotta them. hence the lotta lex. but I am still not comfortable with people seeing my shit that I know because putting my feelings out to the world that sees me in every day life is fucking terrifying.
SO. basically, I am just her to reflection my life the last year because it is now 2019 and that is the basic girly thing to do ~*~*~ 
Jan- wtf even happened in January of last year. gimme a sec to look at my pictures. pretty sure thats when I riddled with anxiety constantly and crying alone in my apartment while my ex-boyfriend went out all the time with his friends and I hated my life. lets check. my god, first of all I was fat. and had black hair and bangs. (tf did no one stop me for.) HOWEVER, my sweet angel nephew was born and I got to cry as I held him for the first time and fell in love with him. I remember being so terrified that my bff would have an ugly baby but that bitch had to outdo us and produce the cutest lil human. god bless. I started my journey on being a vegetarian on this day last year. which was amazing and I could see my body changing while knowing I was helping the planet. that being said, it’s time to return to that. Contemplated chopping my hair off. clearly going thru a lil crisis at this point lol. my other best friend found out her bf was talking to anther girl and I had to hold all that shit in because I was angry. and did she leave? nah, ya girl didn't but its alright hit up May on here I’m sure you’ll see how she got him back lol. alright so Jan wasn’t the worst. pretty good bc of the bean.
Feb- Ain’t got no clue wtf went on here. I remember my ex took the day off work to watch a fucking soccer game on valentines day instead of coming to see me lol. Jacqui came to visit during this time apparently lol nice. Yes, omg I fucked called into work and went to St. Louis and SMASHED some Korean bbq. fuck that sounds so fire right now. we played overwatch which is always fun. I didn’t get chosen for an animal caregiver position lol. getting skinnier. got the lush shampoo and conditioner bars. might have to hit those up again but they made my hair so greasy in korea. omg donghyun and I started being friends, jacqui was talking to some super hot Korean boy too. sad that didn’t work out for her lol. God, im so happy I went through my pictures. I forgot that February was the time that my best friend and I decided to take the biggest fucking risk of our lives and study in Korea for the summer. my mom was so fucking supportive. I will never delete those screenshots. My sister realized she was depressed and we got her some meds. woo. I made work friends and played dungeons and dragons like a fucking nerd and I love it.
March- ayyyye, I think this is where my anxiety got high as fuck about korea which was amazing lol such a fucking shitty time in my life. low-key worth it tho. I made a chicken Alfredo lasagna for my friends and it was fire. I should make that again. so many veggies and dog pics. love both of those things. I CUT ALL MY HAIR OFF WOW. I FORGOT. damn, that shit was short. Ashley finally starting coming around again. lol broke Zach’s phone and Ashley’s tooth on st. Pattys day. go team. doggo had to get heart worm shots. that shit was 1700 bucks and she had a weird patch shaved on her back lol. my grandparents got me a fucking sweet coffee pot for Christmas and I finally started using it. I need to break it out again, WE SENT OUR DEPOSIT FOR OUR APARTMENT IN KOREA OMFG I WANNA CRY I LOVE IT. started doing yoga too. another thing I need to get into again. 
April- went home for easter. wore a black bra with a yellow sweater. the beginning of disappointing my stepmom’s side of the family lol. got my luggage for korea omfg I wanna cry looking at these. it makes me so happy. lots of bts pics. still love them. just highly glad im not as obsessed anymore. god, more screenshots of my fabulous mother being loving and supportive of my every move. guess who I cant say that for? my dad lol. damn, this is the month my anxiety fucking attacked me. I couldn't sleep. I would cry for hours alone. I thought I was going to get my house broken into. I was paranoid someone was watching me. just a really shitty time. but, I had lots of things to look forward to and I didn't even know. 
may- this was my fucking month. Jesus, this is gonna be a crazy ride. omg trying to purchase BTS tickets with our whole fam for jacqui to be the only one to get one lol. and then my sweet mother again hitting up Stubhub and buying us tickets for $1,000. she cray but I was so thankful. I held a snake, nice. I quit my job and moved home for like 3 weeks prior to Korea. I. babysat. all. the. time. I had Wyatt and Navie. and I got in trouble for coming home and babysitting because my boyfriend at the time wanted me to pay attention only to him. he wanted me to not make any money before I left. nothing. the new bts album came out and its still my favorite one so far. I woke up early as fuck and listened to the whole thing with jacqui. we put headphones in and texted with every song we listened to. my god, im thankful for that bitch. decided that month that I wouldn’t stay at my old apartment and that I would move in with Jesse. saving me quite a bit of cash. went to Chicago before we left for korea for a concert and we brought the boys lol what a mistake. ex and I fought the entire time. he was such a dick to me before I left for korea and im not sure if he even sees it to this day. but I had the worst drink ever at a bar in Chi. we rode bikes along the lake. BFF attempted to get her hair done and it was all fucked up and she had to fix it. had a karaoke night with her family which was fun. had to leave my doggo, not so fun. drove the airport with my family (& at this point by family I just mean my mom, stepdad and siblings because is my dad really a parent at this point lol). BFF and I left for korea. traveled to Canada where their money smells like maple syrup lol. started taking anxiety pills finally. got to mother fucking South Korea. had to climb up six flights of stairs with 3 suitcases each lololololol. couldn’t get real food anywhere because jacqui and I were anxious motherfuckers and wouldn’t go in anywhere to order. got a Korean phone number. oh, also broke up with my boyfriend two days before I left. I didn’t break up with him but yeah. also found out he was talking to girls on snapchat a lot. thats was fun. my mental breakdowns at that time were fun. but I was kinda happy because it took a lot of pressure off me for korea and all and all it was for the best. we weren’t happy and hadn’t been for a long time.
June- OH JUNE. so many things. KOREA. Jacqui and I found our home restaurant in korea and I hope if we go back it’ll still be there. best 김치찌게 ever. met other foreign people one night out. got super fucking drunk on alcohol in hongdae somewhere that I dont even remember lol. Also, that was the night I met the first Korean dude I kissed. he was nice. English not so good. Jacqui met that josh kid. god I hope I never forget that. dude was a creeper. and the next night I broke my fucking wrist and dislocated my wrist and elbow AND snapped the elbow ligament all over a motherfucking Korean American boy. drunk Lexie is and always will be a mess hahahahaha. so had to go to the ER via Korean taxi where I almost passed out because they wouldn't let me drink water. had to cry in front of a lot of Koreans. got my arm set back into place without any anesthesia. but I found a billboard cutout of BTS on the way home lol. had to make my parents decide if I should stay in korea for surgery or come back to the states. mind you I was not even a week into being in korea hahah. this is why my dad fucking hates me im sure of it. attempted to explore a lil more. I feel bad for jacqui. she had to take care of me throughout all of this and I was fucked up on pain meds. she's a good egg that one. had surgery in korea. missed the first few days of class lol. found the fucking best popsicles ever in the hospital. made my dad pay 9,000 dollars for my surgery. found a bomb ass American restaurant. RIP I miss u. awh, omg Dasol. my bird. learned I loved cold noodles. especially in the heat of June Jesus H. tai kwon do was also lit. cute instructors bless. Jacqui’s drunk tinder date that turned into my date lol hey Daniel. got my cast off and got the brace. met meerkats and wallabies. finally had sex with someone besides my ex. 
ok ok this too much. I gotta clean now ill be back for the other six months lol 
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tellywoodtrash · 6 years
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ishqbaaz 27.07.18 lb
hohoho let’s get this shitshow on the roaddddddd.
this prinku’s room is always one unholy mess, forever looking like some bridezilla-tornado ripped through it.
i do like that wall with (off brand) van gogh’s almond blossoms on it though. is prinku the art enthusiast this season?
this dude is a special kinda obsessed with his sister no? muchhhhh more than he was with omRu in Original Universe. like... it’s not anjali blowing on arnav’s chest level weird (yet), but still an almost uncomfortable level of attached.
i doooooooo nottttttt like the music of this season. i miss the original themes, especially shivaay’s theme.
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man in all black, crying. hits the perfectttttttt sweet spot on my tharki/misandrist spectrum. love it!
what’s with khanna’s pathani suit type outfit (impression based on what it looks like chest-up. no idea what it looks like from chest down) this season? i liked his snazzy grey suit more.
OHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH DAKSH. BETA YOU BRAVE AFFFFFFFFF TO COME HERE WITHOUT WEARING FULL BODY ARMOUR.
aaaaaaaaaand he’s started yelling and all the goodwill he generated during crying scene went from like a 7 down to a 1.36.
god, please writers/directors. realise that this man does better acting silent/speaking softly. khuda ka vaasta hai aap logon ko. yelling =/= good acting.
shit i would have paid good money to see shivaay pull daksh up by his chutiya choti instead of the collar.
oh no. daksh said shivaay’s trigger word. Anika. ohhhhhhhhhhh boy.
@ daksh:
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OH GREAT. CHITTHI BHI MIL GAYI. JFC.
“agar shivaay ne isse sach maan liya TOH MUJHE PHIR SE BHAAGNA PADEGA” hahahahahahahahhahhahahahhha
lord give me the power of quick thinking and spin like daksh has. i woulda just run. honestly.
fuck. the mistress seed has been planted. fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk you daksh. narak ki aag mein jalega tu kutte. teri maaa kiiiii.......... 
red herring waala nonsense with this chaachi. we all know it’s nikhil’s mom who’s come. hero apna itni jaldi thodi aayega. abhi toh usko aur bohuttttttt brainwash hona hai.
... like i don’t get what nikhil’s family’s agenda is though. he keeps taking money from her, okay, but like... what’s the long term plan? why are they being soooooooooo magnanimous towards her?
saas hui nahi abhi tak, par taane shuru.
god i really don’t like this new anika and her stereotypical notions on izzat and badnaami and bs. remember how in the Original Universe she didn’t give a shit about all that and essentially told ranveer that she and shivaay got it onnnnnnn, allllll nighttttttttttt longggggg???? good times, man. gooood times.
also, some more heavyyyyyyy on-the-nose foreshadowing re: shaadi ka nibhaana and all. ugh. fuck this shit.
GAURI TREATING SAHIL AS A LIFE SIZED KETCHUP BOTTLE THO LMAO.
like i said, idhar apne bhai ka patti mein padna khatam nahi hua hai.
btw this is legit like that scene in zoolander.
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ew not liking the suuuuuuuper yellow eyeshadow the girls have on.
oh thank god, gauri finally got to give her the gold chain.
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MY GIRLS!!!!!!!!! SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thank god for them at least giving me the #aniRi feelz. baaki koi brotp feelz toh rahe hi nahi is manhoos season mein.
heavy foreshadowing in gauri’s little speech too. ARRE SAMAJH GAYE NA. AAGE BADHO YAAR.
shivaaaaaay literally dragging daksh in like a dog on a leash lol.
love how the doctor is lobbing this “oh by the way your sister’s never gonna wake up” bomb soooooooooo ~~~~~cazhually.
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YEAAAAAAAAH, I DID *NOT* MISS DADI’S CRAZYASS REACTIONS.
lmaoooooooooo at daksh’s subtleeeeeee smirks. now this dude is a good villain. see? silent yet so effective. cheekhne chillaane ki zero zaroorat.
but whyyyyy is he smirking? he’s penniless without praaaanka. isn’t it in his best interest she wakes up quickly and marries him? matlab, why to prioritize anika ki barbaadi over apni abaadi? makes no sense.
yeah maybe focus on getting those duniya ke best doctors, instead of khud going and chadhofying ghodi for noooooooooooo damn reason. matlab kuch bhi. what does that even accomplish??????? teri shaadi ke excitement mein “BHAABI BHAABI!!!!” chillaate hue uth jayegi kya yeh coma se?
.... how and why does daksh know all about anika’s shaadi plans, down to nikhil’s new job??????
god this nikhil’s chomu face. hattttt.
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DUNNNNN DUNNNNN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. MAY THE FIREWORKS BEGINNNNNN! 
BUT ALSO YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS, THE ORIGINAL SHIVAAY THEME MUSIC IS BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
lmaoooooooo nikhil’s faceeeeeeeee. ‘lo yeh phir aa gaya mujhe cockblock karne. both sexually as well as cashflow-wise.’
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lolwut???? is this some secret..... code or something? what evennnnnnnnnnn??????
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SOMEONE LET THIS MAN SLEEP. FOR FUCKS SAKE. I FEEL EXHAUSTED TO THE INSIDE OF MY BONES JUST LOOKING AT HIM. 
lmao i think at this point nakuul just gave up at acting. this is his real voice, not his “shivaay” voice.
“pyaar mujhse toh shaadi kisi aur se kaise? us raat jo humaare beech hua...” ohhohohohoho buddy boyyyyyyyyyy. you didn’t.
lmao nikhil lost it.
“aye tu chup reh!” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
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OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. THISSSSSSSSS FUCKING BITCHBOY. THIS BITCHING FUCKBOY. THIS ASDHGDFJHDGFJK...
props to these two particular aunties who are squarely questioning shivaay’s ameeron-waale morals, and not anika’s.
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protip: do not make major life decisions if your undereye area looks like this. you need sleep. and a therapist. not a new wife.
oh also maybe put some chilled spoons on that shit. make ‘em less puffy and red. but mostly get some fucking sleep.
MAN THIS FUCKER IS REALLLLLLLY GOING ALLLLLL OUT.
SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI: SHIVIKA FANFIC WRITER TO RIVAL THE ONES ON INDIA-FORUMS/WATTPAD.
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‘YEH KYAAAAAAA CHUTIYAAPA HAI???’ same, gauri. #same.
interesting how they cut out THAT word in the precap. will it remain in the telecast, or has the backlash made them cut it out????????
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tautittology · 6 years
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what if you answered ALL the iconic 80s song asks
well anon i’d say you are a life saver cause i am forcefully trying to Ocuppy My Treacherous Mind away from bad things so for that bless you and your pets and their descendants 
billie jean: what do you notice more in a song - the drums or bassline?
the bassline i’m all bout that bass a slut for thick powerful and dirty basslines
sweet dreams (are made of this): what’s the best dream you’ve had?
i was climbing one of those impossibly shaped staircase thingies you know the kind that seemingly go on for ever with my best friend and when i realised we weren’t getting higher i just stopped and looked at him and we both started laughing so hard i woke up still laughing and couldn’t stop for like 10 mins 
africa: favourite 80s music video?
i’m not big on music videos but david bowie and mick jagger’s vid of their cover of Dancing in the Street is Something Else 
every breath you take: who’s the first person your mind goes to when you hear a love song?
uh i generally feel for / think of the inner characters of the song like it was a tiny story someone was telling me and i get to create who it’s talking about so yeah 
should i stay or should i go: how many languages do you speak?
2 fluently 1 kinda ok 2 i got basics 
uptown girl: what’s your favourite book trope?
non-linear narration where you finally manage to piece together the intrigue but there’s a Major Twist and everything makes much more sense when it’s upside-down
don’t stop believin’: what’s the longest journey you’ve been on?
this life  i think the time i did a tour of europe with friends for 2-3 weeks but if you mean in hours to get there the time i went to Chile to see my family and the plane ride was something like 13h 
i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me): who was the last person you danced with?
my best friend in the back of a car this morning while a friend drove us to Versailles 
maneater: where did you spend your last friday night?
getting drunk at a bar and then ending up in a skeevy bar and then going home to put my roomate and friend to bed 
jessie’s girl: what would you do if you found out your best friend was seeing your ex?
lmaoooooo my bff would rip her in 0.2 secs but ok i guess i’d be very very upset confront my best friend try to be comprehensive and kind but something would be broken because i’d feel betrayed and hurt and eventually we’d drift apart and i’d probably hope they’ll break up so i can get my best friend back cause i’m that petty and just hope for my sweet sweet friend to come back to me and it would be oh so horribly lonely and wow i made myself sad well done
born in the u.s.a.: what’s your home town like?
big n famous nd full of life and unexpected things and a bit too far from the sea but oh so gorgeous in the rain and under the sun go on take a wild guess what it is
wake me up before you go-go: how did your last date go?
good i guess he just came over it wasn’t much of a date really idk 
girls just want to have fun: relationship with your parents?
with my mother things can get complicated in half a second but i know she loves me and i love her and sometimes she’s terrible sometimes she’s amazing and i deal with it aaaaaand with my father well it’s not bad but it’s almost nonexistent mostly by my fault so yeah it better be somewhat positive at least 
beat it: opinions on the police force?
Not To Be Trusted 
never gonna give you up: how old were you when you joined the internet?
14 or something i think? mostly through stuff my brother showed me 
faith: when was your first kiss?
lmao at like 4 or 5 under the slides for just a lil peck on the lips and a real ass frenching at maybe 13 
i’m so excited: where was your first kiss?
either under the slides or on my mother’s couch but the real important kiss here is my first gay kiss in my friend’s room and tbh i still think of this room next to the attic with a window on the roof where we went to smoke cigarettes on 
take on me: could you reach the high note?
lol no but believe me i’ll try every fucking time 
footloose: favourite musical?
The Rocky Horror Picture Show 
9 to 5: do you like country music?
nah not really at all no
back in black: what makes a good rock song?
a badass rythm section that goes above and beyond a guitar solo that avoids the trap of cheesiness and an energy or passion rabid enough to tear out a whole stadium
material girl: are you sentimental?
i am so soft and ridiculous but i hide it well
walk this way: what was the most expensive thing you bought in the last six months?
a roger waters ticket for his show here in June IVE BEEN BROKE EVER SINCE BUT BITCH IM SEEING THE TALL LAD
you shook me all night long: are you seeing anyone at the moment?
yes but hahahahahaha i feel really shitty regarding this rn it might pass i hope it will nd im just overthinking it hahahahahahah fuck me 
thriller: favourite film genre and why?
i guess slightly surreal ones like borderline psychologic/fantastic if that makes sense to you 
i want candy: chocolate or sweets?
hhhhhhhhhhhhh i wanna say sweets but the ones covered in chocolate
ghostbusters: how far do you believe in the paranormal?
already answered 😎👉👉
the power of love: does true love exist?
how else would you explain the feeling in your chest when you see your pet peacefully dozing off on your stomach
hungry like the wolf: what’s your crush’s favourite music genre?
the One i Date is into really hardcore metal shit like Slipknot
walk like an egyptian: favourite song currently in the charts?
........i suck at keeping up with what’s in the charts and i hardly ever remember the names of songs i like on the radio srry
(i’ve had) the time of my life: if you could relive any ten minutes of your life, what would you relive?
the first time i ever saw Patti Smith at a festival i wasn’t that much into her at the time and i wish i had been more focused in hindsight
just can’t get enough: what’s your guilty pleasure?
i indulge too much to have guilty pleasures 
i’m gonna be (500 miles): how far apart do you and your best friend live?
rn one is literally in the next room and the other roughly 1h by train/metro
you spin me round (like a record): favourite modern cover of an older song?
i genuinely can’t think of any rn 
we built this city: if you were president, what would your first ruling be?
draft a new constitution with humans at the core of the preoccupations rather than international weight or money for starters
how will i know: do you believe everyone is deserving of love?
i think everyone have been loved at least once it’s not really something you deserve or control 
nothing’s gonna stop us now: what’s been the biggest hurdle you’ve faced in your life so far?
the word hurdle a shitty health and people most close to me reacting badly to it and some family crap that took its toll on me for a few years 
come on eileen: have you ever written a song? if so, what was the genre?
once or twice mostly ballads half inspired by the smiths half by pink floyd it was.....Not Good
living on a prayer: which was the song of your childhood?
Joe Dassin Siffler Sur la Colline
sweet child o’ mine: describe your perfect first date.
just lots of laughter and a good bottle of wine honestly it’s the person that makes a perfect date
don’t you (forget about me): is there anyone from your past that you regret cutting ties with?
yes but it wasn’t as much cutting ties as letting the relationship dies because i suck like that 
eye of the tiger: favourite 80s movie? 
The Blues Brothers
under pressure: give an example of a world event that occurred the year you were born.
Diana died
with or without you: what would you value most: a relationship or a job?
i really really really hope i’ll never have to ask myself this question (provided both are good healthy and fulfilling ofc)
another one bites the dust: where did you achieve your biggest accomplishment?
in England probably i mean i fucking survived there and then managed to have some of the best times of my life i find myself pretty badass there tbh
pour some sugar on me: turn ons?
hands neck plump lips nd a pretty smile and a touch of leather
in the air tonight: do you enjoy flying?
point me at the sky nd tell it flyyyyyyyyyyyy
tainted love: thoughts on synthesisers/electronic drum kits/technology based music?
why the fuck not it’s like most genres there are good things and bad things it’s not usually my jam tho
like a virgin: share a controversial opinion.
i think Oasis was Bad and a Mistake 
karma chameleon: what do you like most about your appearance?
i can’t see it most of the time 
thanks a lot anon u are a godsend may you have all your favourite foods all week long  🐰
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tepidoil · 7 years
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I’m trying to do Goretober this year (...again!). I am using this list! Thanks to the creator of the list for these good prompts!
DAY FOUR: UNCONVENTIONAL WEAPON(S)
word count: 1.5k+ warnings: torture, gore, organized crime themes notes: i did a poll on twitter about what unconvintional weapon(s) i should use and picked out light bulb and stiletto! what fun!
"I read something once."
"Wow, you read?"
"Fuck off JJ."
JJ is laughing, acting as if it was the easiest sound in the world, and that he wasn't still trying to catch his breath. One of the guys had caught him under the rib and had left JJ heaving for a minute as he broke a chair over the guy's head. JJ whistles once he's done laughing, tossing a bag of zip ties in the air and catching it again, as if he was showing off to a bunch of girls. "Don't be so mean to me Kitten; I was just teasing!" As if he'd forgive him for just teasing anytime soon.
"I read something once." He's louder now, climbing onto tables and ignoring the fake pout JJ shoots at him, favoring for reaching up into the dinky, tasteless chandelier instead. "That said--" He's grunting, struggling to get the angle right on unscrewing the bulb, and pretending he feels just how hot the bulb probably is. This is why he wears gloves. Well, that and they looked cool. "--if--" He manages to get the bulb at, cracking the old glass that surrounded it to diffuse the light, and he's only annoyed about that because it rips his sleeve. He just bought that shirt!
He jumps off the table, stepping neatly over the guy who he broke a chair on (he was out fucking cold), and walks over to the other one. He's got the lightbulb in hand, waving it around just a bit so it cools some, and so he can watch the filament break off and toss around in the glass. He always loved doing that: shaking things so hard their insides broke. "--You put lightbulb in your mouth, you can't take lightbulb out without breaking it." He nudges the lightbulb against the guy's face and smiles as eyes widen in realization.
He had been the one asleep when his phone rang, of course, so JJ had answered it. Which wasn't bad, really, but JJ always got that weird, 'your dad wants to kill me' look whenever he answered Viktor's calls; always. It was fucking annoying. "I was kinda fucking sleeping--"
"Yuri." The voice on the other end of the line is ice, even to him, and his complaints die off. He ducks his head, even though Viktor can't see it.
"Papa." JJ is looking at him, his phone in the air, and headphones off kilter on his head; he was listening in.
"I want you to take care of something for me." JJ's eyes narrow a little, a frown settling in, but he tries not to frown back. The Family comes first; they both knew that.
"Yes Papa."
It wasn't hard to track down the guy Viktor told them about, not with JJ typing away on his computer ('She has a name Yuri! She's Patty! Isn't she cute? She's lighter than Gertrude was~') and Yuri calling Vor out of their hiding places. Finding the guys was easy, but getting to them had been a bit trickier. JJ had solved the issue by acting like a honey pot; his suit cut way too tight and his heels way too high, and the guy had fallen for it. He had gotten to play air duct boy again, like usual, and he put another tally on the 'get back at JJ' list. He could do that later though. JJ had gotten the guy alone, just with his guard, and he had popped out of the ventilation and done the rest. Well; most of the rest. JJ had kicked the guy in the balls at least.
He presses the bulb closer to the guy's face, lets him flinch and recoil from the heat, and chases him as he tries to scuttle back. JJ had used the zip ties he had thrown at him to snare the guy's hands behind his back, the plastic pulled too tight and already making pudgy fingers turn purplish. It was kinda neat how fast some people could start to blood pool. He's grabbing the guy by the cheeks, pinching at his jaw, and wedging his fingers between his teeth. "Open your mouth." He's wrestling with the guy, shoving the bulb against his face, but not too hard; he doesn't want to break the bulb just yet. The guy jerks to the side, evading him, and he loses his grasp. The guy clenching his jaw makes slapping him the face a bit stingy, but he's not the one sporting a massive split lip now.
"Maybe I should break lightbulb over your head; yeah?" He's sneering, teeth bared and lips curled back, and he lifts the light bulb up. It's more of a threat than anything, but he could always go get another bulb. He doesn't get the chance to though, all because of JJ.
"Kitten, don't!" He sounds almost genuinely distressed, taking a step closer, hands held out before him as if to placate him. Then his facade cracks, a twitch of his lip matching the sparkle in his eye, and Yuri knows he's going to hate whatever JJ's about to say no matter what it is. "If you do that… he might get hit with a bright idea."
Called it.
JJ moves quick, quicker than most think, and he's right next to him in what seems like an instance. His fingers curl around his wrist and JJ slots up behind him; he's taller than him for once, thanks to the heels. JJ pushes him forward with his body, making him shuffle forward a bit, and he nearly brackets the guy's face with his thighs. A gutsy move should the guy decide to try to headbutt or bite his junk; JJ doesn't seem worried. He guides his hand down, urging the light bulb back towards the guy's face, and he watches as the guy's eyes seem to bug out. "Say ah~" He looks down and JJ was digging the heel of his stiletto into the guy's junk.
JJ shifts, pressing weight against him, and against the guy. The guy finally wises up, or gets desperate, because he opens his mouth to try to scream, and Yuri pushes the lightbulb in. Perfect. JJ reaches past him to pat the guy on the head before he backs off, going back towards the bodyguard, and he has to force himself to look away. The cut of that suit was unreal.
"It does fit; cool." He squats in front of the guy now, holding him by what little hair he has left on his sweaty head, and he bares his teeth again. He's been told his grins were a bit too toothy, but that was the point, wasn't it? To show people your teeth? So he shows him his teeth, getting too close, and dropping his voice; as if he was going to tell him a secret. "You think the rest of what I read was true? Like how you crossed Papa and thought you could get away with it? Or you thought my boy could be bribed?" He had watched how the guy had touched JJ, how he had pitched drugs and money at him; he had seen it all.
The guy was trying to talk, his teeth clacking against the light bulb's glass, and he was shaking his head. He grins wider, all teeth, and stands up. "No, you don't?" The guy keeps shaking his head, trying to shimmy away, and keeps trying to talk; to throw excuses or bribes. He doesn't make it a habit to accept bribes; it's why Viktor always gives him this sort of work. "Well I do." Viktor knows he'll never leave a job undone.
He lurches forward, raising his knee into the underside of the guy's jaw, and enduring the reflexive little kickback his foot gives as his kneecap hits jawbone. It's pretty amazing that the guy can scream with a mouthful of glass, he'll give him that. He can hear the splinter of the bulb, can see shards press their tips out the sides of cheeks, and blood already begin to flow. It comes out past his lips and his nose, meaning some of the glass went through his top pallet, and he whistles at it; that had to hurt.
The guy lurches off to the side as he steps away from him, rolling and writhing on the floor, gasping and choking as he desperately tried to spit out glass. It's hard to spit out glass that was embedded though, especially without any hands to help pull it out. "Guess I was right?" He steps back over the guy, stomping on the side of his face, and he screams again. He lifts his foot and kicks next, just for fun, and just a bit to help dislodge glass out of the bottom of his boot. Shit; he needed to replace these boots soon.
"Kitten." JJ was on his phone, frowning a bit, and gesturing him closer. "He called more guys somehow; did he hit a switch I missed?" He grunts, intent to come closer and look at whatever JJ was looking at on his phone, but he doesn't make it that far. The bodyguard lurches forward, evidently having been playing them with his 'out cold' routine, and he's lunging at him. The guy was after the gun that had been discarded on the floor, but he doesn't make it that far. He feels the gun dig into his stomach as he half lands on the body guard, slamming his head into the ground, and trying to grab at his arms. JJ handles one of his arms for him. The guy screams and he looks over, looking down one arm to see JJ stepping on the hand, the heel of his stiletto pushed right between the bones.
He'll have to ask JJ to step on him in those later."
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sending-the-message · 7 years
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My neighbour might be a cannibal. Help? by AParanoidNeighbour
I made this account to ask for help. Yes, the title is real. Well, I guess it’s real in that I’m genuinely starting to believe my neighbour might be a cannibal. The whole reason I'm posting in a place like this is I hope a rational user here can dissuade me, because my brain can't find a logical answer that doesn't leave me with a creeping sense of uneasiness.
Let me explain my situation. I currently live out in a small town in the northeast US. I don't think the specifics are really too relevant, and I'd like to keep my personal info off the internet so that's all you get. It's your classic Twin Peaks-esque woodland town that's about as far away from civilisation as possible without getting in a boat. I moved here a few months ago from the UK to look after my grandmother and grandfather who weren't doing too great. I’m 23, and my job is all online, so as long as I could get a connection it was a done deal. (the connection thing was an issue for the first couple weeks) A month in, my grandfather passed from a heart attack, so it's just been me and my grandmother ever since. She's a great person, but she isn’t really relevant to what’s going on.
Fast forward to the 12th, and one of the neighbours (his family is a 10 minute walk away, but that's still apparently neighbours here) has got a bunch of people in the town over at his place for a barbecue. He's some family values christian dude with a pretty cliche nuclear family unit. Wife, 2 kids. Anyway, he knows (and knew) my grandparents and was really nice in helping me get settled. I kinda blanked his advances on going to church every now and again, but I don't think he really minded. Again, I'm getting offtopic. But I kinda wanna paint you guys a picture of how normal this dude is. As normal as some guy who looked like the textbook definition of rich white catholic could be. (I dunno if he's catholic or whatever else)
We were at the barbecue - me and my grandmother - and it was honestly a pretty good time. I'd say about thirty to fourty people were there, almost all of them I'd come to recognise since I got here. Seemed like a majority of the town has shown up, but that's probably not right. A majority of the social happy neighbour types did, definitely. The neighbour - I'm now gonna call him by the fake name Adam to make this easier (get it, adam? like from the bible?) - was grilling up some mean burger patties, sausages, etc. with some of the other guys there. I was chilling with one of his kids (the kid was 16) and I offhand asked him if the burger was beef because it tasted kinda unfamiliar. The kid looked at me for a second, and said "Dunno, ask my dad." So I did.
I went up to Adam, and first made sure to compliment the burger before asking what was in it (gotta be polite), and his response was "That's a venison burger. You know, deer." One of the other guys chimed in with "You hunt this one yourself too Adam?" to which Adam laughed and confirmed. So, nothing out of the ordinary. It's a deer burger and Adam the ultimate dad hunted it in the woods nearby. I know a number of you are already suspicious (probably because of the title of the post lol) but at this point I genuinely wasn't. Never had venison before so sure, it's venison.
I returned to sitting next to his kid, and started the conversation back up. I asked him the following: "So I never knew your dad went hunting. Does he take you with him?" and this kid just sits there for about five seconds before saying "Nah. I don't go." What's weird about this, is this guy is usually really quick witted to bounce the conversation around. The fact he took so long just to say "no" weirded me out a bit. Course, it was nothing concerning. Adam then yelled from across the yard at his son, asking him to go fetch another plate of patties from the refrigerator. Dude was prepared, already had his patties good to go.
Alright, I'm gonna have to give the 16 year old son a name too. I'll go with Isaac. He was in the bible too, I guess. Got a theme going. Isaac got up and left for the house, going in through the screen doors to the kitchen. He looked in the fridge, and pulled out a plate of six patties covered in cling film, and brought them back to Adam. I was up and ready to get another burger, so I could hear their conversation pretty clearly.
"Great, could you get one more plate of patties?" Adam asked Isaac.
"None left, only sausages."
Adam, sort of comically, played it off like he'd forgotten to prepare enough, and left the grill to some other dad to handle. He went down into the basement, and we all sat around while the new guy cooked the patties Isaac had brought. I got my burger, but the beer I was nursing was all finished, so I headed into the kitchen to grab one from the cooler. (Adam was bringing the beers before, but he was down in the cellar still) Adam's wife - and yes I'm going with Eve - called out to stop me as I opened the screen door. She said she'd get it, but I insisted and went in anyway, grabbing a beer from the cooler and cracking it open with the bottle opener nearby.
It was right as the sound of my beer hissing open went off, that I heard it. Yup, this is why I'm writing this post. I heard a scream. It was super muffled, but it was definitely coming from below the kitchen. I immediately took a step towards the door and asked Eve, who was now one foot inside the kitchen, if she heard that scream. It was like a yelp of pain. She looked pretty pale, but pushed past me and slightly cracked open the door to the cellar.
"Honey, are you alright? There was a noise!" she shouted through the tiny gap between the door and the frame.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just nicked myself." was Adam's response from the cellar. It was hard to hear, but thanks to the slightly open door it was audible.
Whatever worry I had subsided, as this was a completely reasonable explanation. A few minutes later, Adam came out the cellar with another plate of patties and a band-aid around his left index finger. He said he'd cut himself while preparing the venison, but that it was the shock that made him shout and that the cut wasn't anything to be concerned about. So I wasn't concerned. The rest of the barbecue was completely normal. But I was now conscious that only Adam's family ever went inside. They always made some polite excuse to get something themselves if it had to come from there. And right they were, I guess. Their house. Honestly it was kinda rude of me at the time to just waltz in for another beer. But it was this, combined with one other detail, that's terrified me.
As everyone was packing up, my grandmother had an indigestion issue. I didn't know it was that at first, and thought her sudden need to sit down was way worse. Adam quickly calmed me down, and said it would be best to let her relax for a quarter of an hour or so. So everyone else left, and it was just me, my grandmother, and Adam's family. Eventually her indigestion went away and we made to leave. As I got my grandmother in the car (even a ten minute walk can be a bit much for her, especially after a meal), I saw Adam talking to Eve through his front room window. Of course, I wouldn't have any clue what they were saying. But what's important was that - as they talked - Adam ripped off the band-aid on his finger and there was no cut. Nothing. I have good eyes, I wasn't just seeing things wrong.
Trust me here. The "nick" Adam talked about, which was the source of the yell of pain I heard, didn't exist. He covered his finger in a band-aid to make it look like he cut himself. I don't know if Adam was still the source of the scream, it was definitely male and deep like Adam's voice, but as I think more about it I get more paranoid about what was going on. Isaac's weird pauses about the meat and the deer, and the fact Eve only went pale when I asked her about the scream. Seriously guys, I'm starting to think my pleasant christian neighbour was cutting meat off of a live human and serving it as venison. I know that's a complete extreme but... I'm considering it. Whatever the case, he had to have been aware of that yell (whether it was him or not) and wanted to make a fake excuse for it. That's sinister enough to start getting paranoid I think.
I'm hoping you guys can come up with a much more reasonable explanation for this, please. I know this isn't the best place for reasonable explanations but maybe someone here can ease my worry. If anything else happens I guess I'll keep you posted. But I don't expect anything to and I really don't want to go "investigating" or any of that shit.
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starlitslumbers · 7 years
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🐋- share a Weird/funny story?uuhhh. oh so like the other day? when my aunt/cousin my mom and i went to the farm bc patty wanted to check this guy out? we went past his place by accident. it was like a backroad kinda place with like. decent land and gated areas. we went past this guys place and we uh. went past an open gate and like. these fucking TINY ASS DOGS just start chasing us and we’re driving off and im screaming bc holy shit this lil pupper is still giving chase and it was so fucking stupid.we found the dudes place. left, went back to tease the puppers again,a nd uh the lil gold bup got dangerously close to our van.its still funny :’)
⚜- What is the most precious thing you own?uhh probably everything! i really adore my books, some ive had since i was in middle school in chicago. my stuffed animals, a couple from chicago as well.. mhhh.. my games, laptop, drawing stuff. esp my blanket which i show in every selfie bc im always cold lmao. i unno, i cant really choose one over the other? id break if i lost a lot of my things again
🐻- Do you have any stuffed animals?sobs yes i do. i have beanie babies, some random ones, a pink owl i use as a pillow, two pillow pets...i have a uh. beanie baby? i think? of an eagle that i got from my step gma, and a kind of torn wolf. his butt is ripped. rip in peace wolfbutt.  i love them all. id take pictures of them but that means destroying my shelves xux
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