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starryseo · 5 years ago

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a rose for you. | seo changbin

pairing ↠ changbin x gn!reader genre ↠ fluff ! bin is a cutie !! wc ↠ 2200 summary ↠ changbin can be a sweetheart sometimes. warnings ↠ swearing, suggestive remarks a/n ↠ a less chaotic day for the pair, but i enjoyed writing smth calmer. enjoy!

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"You got any plans later today?" Changbin asked as he lazed on the sofa, switching between several animal documentaries on tv - Nat Geo’s big cat week shows were a blessing to this planet.

You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a breakfast bar as you answered, "Nope, why?"

"Because it's Valentine's day."

"So?"

"So," he drawled, dropping the remote and facing you as you headed towards the door, "I thought someone would try swoopin' in for your booty."

"Why do you always say weird shit, man," you rolled your eyes, "But no, I'm free. You?"

"Shut up you love it," he grinned, "I'm free too, baby, we'll go out later."

"Sure, sure, see ya later."

"Bye, have fun!" Changbin called out just as you left. He would leave for his class in an hour but, until then, he’d happily watch whatever cat fights were on screen.

You had about ten minutes before your lecture would start so you made your way to the building's entrance where Felix was already waiting for you. You envied Changbin's timetable since he wasn't plagued with 9am classes this term, but Felix was always bright and excited which made early mornings slightly more bearable.

That, and he had bought hot chocolate for you today.

You thanked him as you took the drink, the heat instantly warming your hands up nicely - a contrast to the bitter February chill that tinged your fingers.

When he also gave you a rose, you raised a brow.

"The guy selling 'em said he'd give me free drinks if I bought loads, so," he grinned, "I bought, like, 50 roses. Have another!"

"Nope, I'm good, thanks." You laughed when he showed you the inside of his bag; you could barely see his laptop and notebooks peeking out from behind all the flowers. "You're such a dumbass."

"I'm trying to be romantic here," he retorted, following you into the lecture hall. "I don't know who else to give these to, though. I have, like, 8.5 friends."

"Who's the half friend?"

"Seungmin. I'm pretty sure he's tried to kill me, but he helped me out yesterday so…" He shrugged, "I think we're cool."

"I'm pretty sure if Seungmin really wanted you dead, you wouldn't still be here so you've got 9."

Felix nodded, murmuring, "Yeah, you're right," just before the lecturer called for your attention.

At the end of the lecture, you packed up slowly. You stifled a yawn - because staying awake through 2 hours of algorithm talk was exhausting - swinging your bag over your shoulder before you headed down the steps to the front doors to leave.

"Wait, hold up," Felix said, nudging you to the side of the lecture hall. You watched as he ran to the lecturer, digging through his bag to pull out a rose. You snickered when he held it out to your lecturer, the awkward half-grimace on their face making you burst out into laughter. You laughed even more when you heard him exclaim, "I don't love you like that!"

Your lecturer just nodded, eyes pleading for Felix to just leave before he made the situation more inappropriate. He stumbled back to you hastily, cheeks bright and pink which had you chuckling all over again. "So smooth, Lix."

"Not a word to the others."

You zipped your lips, wishing you could've recorded that moment.

After the rest of your classes were done, you headed back to your room. Felix had run off to meet Hyunjin - wanting to add to the inevitable collection of roses the other would have; for as long as you’d known Hyunjin, the boy had received an abundance of chocolates, roses and love letters on this fated day. He hated the attention but loved the gifts, though you weren’t complaining because he’d always share with you.

You’d have about an hour to yourself before Changbin would come home and destroy your peace. You had perfected your schedule: put the kettle on as soon as you got home, spend three minutes changing into jogging bottoms and a hoodie (one you’d stolen from Hyunjin, but you’re pretty sure it’s actually Chan’s), use the now-heated water to cook some instant noodles, gather whatever other food you were craving, load up the next episode of The Office, carry everything into the living room, and, finally, be lazy as shit. In just under fifteen minutes, you had done everything, wrapping a blanket around yourself to be more comfortable.

Time flew by and, before you knew it, Changbin was bursting through the door, yelling, “Honey, I’m home!”

You greeted him, eyes still on the screen and he made his way next to you, dumping his bag on the floor. “No noodles for me?” He pouted, and you offered the dorito in your hand to him as compensation. He took a bite of the crisp straight from your hand - the savage - before leaning back, arm running along the sofa behind you so he could drape himself over you. “You’re paying for dinner now.”

“Guess we’re starving then,” you shrugged, resting your head on his shoulder. You opened up your blanket and he pulled it over himself too, snuggling into the warmth.

“Could you be any more romantic?” He fake-swooned, fluttering his lashes before he stared at you dully. “Don’t places do discounts for couples today?”

“No? If anything, they’d up the prices because people’ll feed into their commercialism, lovestruck dumbasses.”

“Right, sorry, forgot I was dealing with the V-Day Grinch; you need to get laid. Seriously.”

“Sorry for not wanting to bend over for capitalist pigs, Bin.”

“You can bend over-”

“I swear to God-”

“Okay!” He backed away when you hit him before he could finish his lewd remark, “Takeout then, if you don’t want me to spoil you?”

“I thought I was gonna buy dinner, though.”

“Yeah, you never do on Valentine’s. Breaks my heart every year,” he says, sighing dramatically, “I just wanna be wooed.” He even presses the back of his hand to his forehead, swooning backwards, his brows pinching forlornly.

“Lix would be more than glad to do that,” you rolled your eyes, batting his hand away when he pretended to rub away his tears.

He scoffed, “Damn right he would, you should be jealous.”

“I’m green with envy. Green. Greener than the hulk, that’s how green I am, I’m-”

“Okay, fuck, no need to be so condescending, babe,” he pouted. “Punch me, it’d hurt less.”

You don’t understand why he cried out when you did as he asked, but whatever. You rubbed the sore spot to appease him. The baby.

“And to think,” he said, his lips still downturned into a small pout, “I went out of my way to get you something.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, Binnie,” you cooed, “What’d you get me?”

He grumbled but bent down to reach his bag regardless. He pulled out a slightly-squashed rose from his bag, biting down on the stem before he turned to you, a brow raised seductively.

You snorted, pushing his face away before he opened his mouth, the flower dropping easily into his hand. He held it out to you, fully expecting you to take his offering.

You grimaced. “I’m not taking that, it was just in your mouth.”

“You jealous of that, too?”

“Of course,” you shook your head, “How’d you know?”

“Always knew you wanted to smooch me,” he grinned before leaning impossibly close to you. “Now’s your chance, sweetheart,” he said, puckering his lips exaggeratedly, making disgustingly-loud kissing noises to make matters worse.

“Ew,” you groaned, “I’d rather kiss the ground.”

“Be my guest,” he said, sweeping his arm out, gesturing to the floor. You rolled your eyes, getting up - for a split second Changbin thought you might actually do it, before he realised you were heading to your school bag.

You sat down besides him again, looking for something within.

When you handed him a slightly-bent rose, he chuckled. “Felix?”

“Yeah,” you grinned, “he got ‘em in the morning.”

“Yeah, he showed me,” Changbin said, shaking his head fondly, before accepting the rose. He put his bag back on his lap, showing you its contents. “He gave me, like, five before he ran off.”

He tucked the rose you had just given to him behind your ear, murmuring cute. He shot you a quick wink before grinning and leaning back. You rolled your eyes at his antics, facing him to do the same. But when the flower was perched atop his ear safely, you scrunched your nose, mumbling gross.

He flicked your side and you snickered, “I’m kidding, stop being a baby.”

“You better be kidding,” he huffed.

You watched several more episodes of The Office before his stomach started growling, desperate for food.

Instead of ordering takeaway like usual - because you were university kids, of course cheap fast foods were your go-to - you decided to heat up some frozen pasta and whip up a nice sauce. Changbin had helped to the best of his (limited) ability, before you sent him away, telling him to clear the living room and set up the table instead.

You listened to Changbin as he rapped along to the song, going quiet when he started to sing too. These moments were rare - he didn’t sing nearly as often as he rapped - but it was stunning listening to the way he carried the melody so well. He couldn’t cut basil to save his life, but he had the voice of an angel - life had a funny way of balancing talents like that.

He didn’t stop until the song ended and when the next played, he hummed along instead.

“Damn,” you sighed, “Here I thought you were gonna start serenading me.”

“Maybe next year, baby,” he smiled, leaning against the counter beside you as you finished mixing the pasta with its sauce. “But only if we actually go out then.”

“What if I have plans next Valentine’s?” He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, and you scoffed at his insinuation. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” he smirked.

“You never have to.”

When you turned around to put the pot on the table, you laughed at the way he had set the table. He had put 2 roses in a glass, placing it at the table’s centre, with the other roses shaped in a heart around the glass. He had even lit a small candle, the smell of vanilla meekly peeking out behind your pasta sauce’s aroma.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, lips lilting into an easy smile. You hadn’t expected him to do anything more than put a couple of plates and forks on the table, but the set-up was cute and greatly appreciated. You put the pot down before going to sit down.

“Of course it is, I did it,” he quipped, pushing your chair in behind you. You rolled your eyes at him.

You could never be truly annoyed at his constant teasing - especially not when he would suddenly switch to being endearing; moments like these - playful but calm, easy-going yet fun - were ones you cherished, and with Changbin around, you were never disappointed.

“Dinner by candlelight, what did I do to deserve this?”

“I did this for me, not for you,” he grinned, taking a large bite of the pasta. “S’real good, babe.”

“You’re such a pig,” you said, scrunching your nose as sauce trickled down his chin. He used his tongue to lick it away and you laughed when he struggled to reach it all. He gave up, wiping it away with his hand before he licked that too. “Such a pig.”

He winked.

After a rather peaceful dinner, Changbin washed the dishes (on his own accord!) as you put away the leftover pasta and tidied the table.

You took out a half-empty tub of ice cream, spraying whipped cream over the dessert. When Changbin was done cleaning, he got out chocolate chips and sprinkles, drizzling the toppings over as well. You grabbed two spoons as he carried the sugary monstrosity over to the living room, wrapping the blankets around the both of you as you held the tub in your lap.

You ate the sweet treat, relishing in the crunch of the sprinkles.

Changbin grimaced and his wince made you giggle when he groaned, “Brain freeze. Ouch.”

“Aww, poor baby,” you pouted, “I’ll suffer instead.” You pulled the tub more to you so he couldn’t reach and he shook his head fondly.

“I’m here for a good time, not a long time, sweetheart,” he said, pinching your hip, gently, so you’d flinch. He used that as his chance to snatch the ice cream tub back, happily taking a large scoop and opening his mouth wide - he became the embodiment of :O.

He shivered as he swallowed, scrunching up his face and you laughed at him again. “Worth it.”

When the ice cream was finished, you rested against Changbin’s shoulder and he naturally let his head droop to lean against yours.

You don’t remember when you fell asleep, the voices on tv becoming a blurry murmur as you slowly drifted off. You do, however, remember waking up in the middle of the night, warm arms embracing you from behind.

That was a nice feeling.

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Happy Fathers Day (Mortal instruments..because..of course XD)

It was the annual father day picnic in central park, and while something semi scandalous seemed to happen every year, this year would be the one to take the proverbial cake. If nothing else one group of boys, close knit friends since they were in pre school together, would have a whole new world opened up to them. they were Alex and Jacob Wolfe, 12 year old twins with dirty blond hair that Jacob had in a mushroom cut while Alex kept his buzzed, Keith Ryan who had shoulder length brown hair and finally Kevin west, who kept his black hair buzzed down. Today while their four man band (At least that's what their dad's liked to call them, the boys all just rolled their eyes at that) where playing a game of football, waiting on their dad's to call them over for food, they got treated to a sight one may not of expected at a public park, at least not during the day. It was Jacob who noticed the sight first, stopping and starring and his jaw dropped which let the ball deck him in the face, but the pre-teen didn't seem to notice. "Dude, what's with you?" Keith asked, running up, annoyed since they were on the same team. "Jacob, you ok?" Alex asked, worried about his brother. "Oh man, he's gone comatose..tell me you didn't eat any of my dad's chilli. I warned you guys about that!" Kevin groaned. All Jacob could do was point, and the other three followed the finger, and joined him in drop jaw reactions. After all, it wasn't every day you saw a adult baby being lead into the park.

going back to a few days earlier, and Jace had been snuggling in his daddies arms. the shadow hunter had just finished a coming out party involving all of his closet friends and while not everyone was happy, they had been understanding and gushed about how cute he'd been in his barbie diaper and teddy bear top. Simon, the vampire daddy of the littlest monster killer had been semi glad about how well the party had gone, though he was also disappointed. "and then when Alec gave me head pats and said he knew it, had knew it fer years..ehehehehe your right daddy! Coming clean was the best thing to do!" Jace coo'ed, and nuzzled into Simon's chest. "Well to be fair, I guess I shouldn't of been shocked so many of them knew, since you've been wearing them to bed every night." Simon admitted and patted the boys soggy diaper. Barbie had long since faded away from the front but the diaper could take a bit more punishment, and with how often Jace went well, they had to make every diaper count. "And pull up's during the day, just like you told me to cuz I'm SUCH a good boy!" Jace beamed, all proud of himself for letting himself be sent back into 24/7 diaper wearing. "It's just..I dunno..I was mayybbeee..." Simon started and Jace giggled and smirked. "You wanted them to tease and torment me and make me a red faced big baby so I'd be super squirmy and cry baby~" Jace giggled. "Well tough! They were loving and understanding and I'm just all happy and want cuddles, not filled with massive humiliation and going into a whiny big baby mode!" Jace finished and blew a raspberry. "..You know. since you're gonna be my widdle guy 24/7.. I think we need to let even more people know and see the real you." Simon said, as he wiped the spittle from the raspberry off of his face. the fact he had a evil grin on his face made Jace gulp and lose his, and a muffled fart sounded from his rear. "...I don't like it when you get that look on your face daddy."

In the following days some steps were taken to help Jace be the little boy he wanted to be 24/7, even though Jace started regretting his decision to ask for it soon after. Step one was to gather up every adult piece of clothing that Jace wore, and have a nice big yard sale with them. the money was tucked away nice and next, and would be used not on booze or toy's, or anything like that. It went just right into Jace's diaper budget, with him going poopies at least 3 times a day, and diapers not being cheap. "This sucks! I should at least be able to get some toys!" Jace had argued. "well you can get a lot of toys, if we get you cloth diapers and plastic pants instead. but I'm not gonna be the one washing them or hanging them out to dry." Simon said as they sold the last of Jace's pants. the teenagers buying it had been laughing seeing Jace sitting there in a chair in just his diapers (with the weather being so nice and all) and laughed even more when they heard the argument. "But..but.I'm a baby! I don't do washing!" "and you don't get a say in what money is spent on. maybe if we'd been able to sell your undies we could of gotten you some action figures, but their just too skid marked and no one wants them, even at a nickle a pair." Jace huffed at that and in the end they did get rid of all 10 of Jace's undies, for 10 cents and they were sold to a blushing young man who couldn't stop looking at Jace. "Bet you he's gonna wear them all as like, a form of toddler pants." Simon said as the guy dashed off. "Pffft that's silly, who would do that?" Jace asked,. "oh, you'd be surprised."

The next part of Jace's permanent transformation was taking him out to load up his closet in Simon's home. that meant dozens of cute outfit and loads of diapers. Jace didn't mind the overalls or the shortalls, but the onsies were kinda squirmy to try on at the mall,m double so with the sales lady claiming that she needed 'extra help' and calling over all of the other clerks so Jace was basically putting on a little fashion show. Which only got worst when Kelly, the clerk they had started with, after hearing Simon jokingly complain about how often Jace needed a diaper change suggested that they try some dresses and skirts, They had already seen the poor big babies barbie diapers but Jace was NOT a happy camper as he then spent half a hour shaking his butt, and twirling in his short party dressed, mini skirts, and basically girl clothes that didn't do anything to fully hide his diapers. The fashion show thankfully ended when Jace in the middle of showing off a jean skirt with a fake plastic diamond heart on it off and popped a squat and destroyed the back of his diaper. Kelly hadn't let them get changed in there, though she had to hold a nose while ringing them though.

After a diaper change in the parking lot Jace and daddy had been on their way home when they heard a announcement on the radio about the father's day picnic in the park, opened to anyone and everyone. Jace despite having just gone poopie got a badddddd feeling in his tummy as he looked at daddy in the rear view mirror from his car seat. "Havvvve I ever mention how much I HATE the park?" Jace asked, gulping and squirming. "Oh Really? Maybe that's just because you haven't gone to the park with daddy, and been able to show everyone your cute widdle outfits." Simon said. "..You just want me blushy!" Jace whined and pouted, folding his arms and sulking. "Mmmhmmm, and DADDY gets what DADDY wants." Simon said. "Now who wants McDonald's?" "...I do but i'm not wearing a dress to the park!" Jace said. "We'll see~"

In the end Jace did win his campaign to not wear a dress or skirt to the park, mostly by pointing out that he'd just cry rape and beg for a adult if Simon tried. With Simon knowing the big baby well enough to know that wasn't a bluff, Jace was instead dressed in triple his normal thick bulky diapers, and in a light blue onesie with a teddy bear print all over it. (though to be fair, he'd given Jace a choice between the teddy bear themed Onesie or a white one, just the pink barbie diapers semi showed with the white one) a pair of white socks and Paw patrol light up sneakers were on his feet and a blue paci was in his mouth with a ribbon on it that was clipped to his shirt and his hair had been neatly brushed. One hand was in daddies as they walked into the park, getting stares and a few comments, and the other was hugging a Chase from paw patrol stuffie to his chest. With Jace being tripled diapered Daddy only brought along one change for the little guy, and it was in the picnic basket he carried in his free hand as they looked for a good spot to sit down. "See anywhere that looks nice little guy? or cat got your tongue?" Simon teased. Jace was sucking fast on his paci, quickly going crimson faced as the taunts came at them. "Awww that's so cute!" One girl said, pointing Jace out to her father. "What the hell.." Anther dad said. "Fucking fags. keep it indoors!" Called a big bearded biker dad. "Er..is this against the law?" A mother asked. "I KNEW YOU WERE LYING! THEY DO MAKE BIG KID DIAPERS!" one 5 year old huffed, yelling at his parents.

The 4 man band stared in shock and as Jace and Simon walked/waddled by them a strong smell of baby powder was in the air. two of the boys were fixated on how powerful and cool Simon looked, totally in control of the dumb big baby and wanted to experience a power rush like that,. The other two were biting their lips and squirming as they both focused on different parts of Jace's humiliation. "Whoa..L-Look at how massive those diapers are..t-they are diapers right?" Alex said, gulping. "No dork, he just has a massive butt. of course he's in diapers." Kevin chuckled. "T-That outfit.. oh man.." Jacob chipped in. "Could you even picture wearing something like that? that would get a 3 year old teased!" "heh, your got that right. only a total bitch would let himself be dressed like that. or his daddy is just THAT freaking awesome he's making that blond bitch come out like that." Keith said with a grin, turning and noting the look on the twins faces. "heh, Jealous?" "NO!" both twins yelled out, their own faces going bright red and Kevin and Keith just exchanged grins.

Of course with his Vampire senses Simon knew what was happening and chuckled softly. 'I suppose I should feel bad corrupting the young and all that..buttt fuck it. I'm already a soulless blood drinker.' the vampire thought. "Don't look now but I think we just inspired two new big babies." Simon said in a low voice, then paused and waved a hair in front of his face, acting as if Jace had just let out a stink bomb though the blond baby was holding his poopies in. "Jace! did you go uh-oh already?" Simon asked loudly. Jace's blush couldn't get any worse, but the big baby shook his head no,but kept his paci in. "Mhmmm. likely story. I know you like to sit in it it." Simon said, again in a loud voice and drawing more attention to them as he rolled his eyes. "turn around for a bum check little man." Jace squirmed like crazy but knew better then to argue with daddy, and when he was this humiliated, he went into a whole new level of subby. turning around Jace looked at the group of boys who half of which were watching with grins, the other half with semi envy as Simon dropped down to one knee and patted Jace's butt a few time. "Hmmm I guess it was just gas. sorry for not believing you little guy." Simon said. he looked around and then opened up the basket and pulled out a checkered red and white blanket and spread it on the gas. "I know you wanted to sit at a table buddy, but with the extra diapies you begged to wear daddies worried you'll fall and go boom." Simon said, and ruffled Jace's hair even as the blond baby glared at him, then nodded and plopped on his massive rear. Simon was pulling out their lunches, some fried chicken with mashed potatoes for him, with a bottle of what he would tell anyone who asked was fruit punch but was some of Jace's blood, while pulling out 4 large jars of prune flavored baby food and a bottle of formula for Jace. "Is daddies little man hungry now, or wanna let daddy eat first then spoon him him?" Simon asked, and reached forward, lightly tugging on the paci and pulling it from the big babies mouth. "I um..I.." "Use your big boy words." Simon said, smirking. Jace, who had been about to anyways squirmed and just nodded his head. "I um.. Daddy can eat first." he said,using his baby voice anyways. "ok buddy. I know you wanna eat big kid food like daddy but we BOTH know it doesn't agree with you an-" Simon was cut off as the boys from before strolled over. "Hey Mister um.. if you don't mind, I can feed him" the brunette with the buzz cut said. "Oh, have you ever spoon fed a baby before?" Simon asked. "It's not as easy as it sounds, they can be little fuss buckets." Simon added, reaching forward and tickling Jace's chin making him giggle a little. "well no, But Me and Keith." and the brunette jerked a thumb to the long haired kid. "Figure we'll need the practice." he said, giving a toothy grin as the blond twin blushed and squirmed. "heh Oh?" "Kevin! Don't tell him that!" one of the blonds squeaked out. "W-we're not babies!" the other one added. "Alex, Jacob, Hush. big kids are talking." the one named Keith said and Simon chuckled. 'oh yeah, they're gonna be little naturals.' he thought.

Jace whined and mentally begged Simon not to let the kids spoon feed him, but if anything the chance to pass on his knowledge made Simon even MORE teasing, which was something Jace didn't think was possible. Simon showed the boys how to tie a bib around the babies neck, explaining how important it was to use a good enough knot it wouldn't come off, but not so good you had to cut it loose after. "If I had brought some of his extra bibs, you could of practiced with your little guys." Simon smirked. Jace's heart went out for the blonds as they paled a little at that, and they seem to be trying to decide whether to run or stick around. "It's ok. I think their dad would be mad if they came back wearing a teddy bear bib anyways." Keith said. "they again maybe not. you know he's always saying what messy eaters they are." Kevin added. "Guysssss!" the twins whined in unison and pouted. "ok, that was cute. Now if Jace isn't a total little piggy like he normally is." Simon said and Jace whined at that, and pouted much like the twins were. "And there's any baby food left, you can split whats left between your little guys there, and they can take turns with the bib." "What!?" Alex yelped. "No way!" Jacob added. "Sounds good." Kevin and Alex said in unison. As Jace locked eyes with the twins, they gave him a pleading look and despite knowing just how bloated and gassy he'd get, Jace knew he had to take a bullet for them. 'god I'm gonna be farting like crazy!' Jace groaned. it didn't help he already had 5 pieces of high fiber toast that had been coated in apples and banana flavored baby food for breakfast and a big bottle on top of that. No two was about it, before they left the park Jace was gonna be filling his diapers. "Now you wanna get a fair amount, but not too much on the spoon." Simon was saying, snapping Jace out of his thoughts about his impending boom butt. "Jace here is a bigger boy so he can take more, but every baby really has a different amount." Jace looked at the heaping piled Kevin had on the spoon, and looked over to Simon, silently pleading with daddy to at least get the amount cut down, but Simon just winked and took a bite out of a chicken leg. "I know what to do next. Seen this enough on TV." Kevin said and then switching to a baby talk voice voice added. "Here comes the airplane~ Open widddde!"

Simon almost choked on his chicken as Kevin talked, he knew how much Jace HATED that bit and was nice enough to spare him that much. He flashed the big baby a look that said 'play nice' and Jace like a good big baby opened his mouth as big as he could. Sadly (or was that amusingly?) with the heap of mush on the spoon, there was no way it was going to fit all in Jace's mouth and purple mush dribbled down his chin. "oh crud uh.." Kevin looked over his shoulder to Simon, as Jace closed his mouth and swallowed what had made it in, and made a little face. "use the spoon and get what you can off of his chin and into his mouth." Simon instructed, taking a sip of his drink. "Oh ok!" Kevin said. It took awhile for the boy to get his rhythm down but soon he was stuffing Jace's face like a pro even as Jace started to burp now and then, which made Kevin make a face. "you think that's bad, wait till it comes out the other end." Simon commented. "why don't you boys switch so Keith can get a turn in. and Alex, Jacob..My little guys looking awfully full already, hope your hungry." The twins shared a whimper and were holding each others hands, though Simon noted they didn't try and run for their dad. either they didn't think they could outrun their daddies to be, or while they were scared and nervous, they on some level wanted to be Jace and were rooted to the spot. Either way, Simon had a hunch next time he saw them they'd be sporting diapers. Keith took a different approach to feeding Jace and it didn't take long to figure it out. The Brown haired boy was a tormentor, plain and simple and it showed as he kept missing Jace's mouth on purpose and smudging the food on Jace's cheeks, and would scold him for it. "No no no you silly big baby! Stay still! it's like you wanna wear your din din!" Keith teased and Jace whined loudly and looked to Simon for help. Simon pretended to be interested in a game of soccer that was going on near by instead. "I think your baby is full mister. he just doesn't wanna eat anymore." Keith said, looking at Simon then over at the blonds. "N-No! I hungee!" Jace cried out, and Kieth pouted a little. "I think he's just fussy because he wants daddy to feed him. you boys have been a big help but I better take over." Simon said, he was finished eating anyways. "besides, any second now the fart factory is gonna-" Simon was cut off as a massively long and loud despite the padding fart filled the air and the boys went from laughing to holding their noses. "Yeahhh that." Simon chuckled. "Side effect of the baby food." "Oh god, it's like ten million farts in one!" Keith gagged. "Or worse!" Kevin added. Adorably the twin's only commented on it by saying stinky, though there eyes were watering too. "Is that what they'll smell like if they eat that?" Kevin asked, waving a hand in front of his face but jerking a thumb at the twins. "Pretty much. I'd go with oatmeal if you want them not as rotten." Simon suggested. "Should I take that to mean you don't want one of the remaining jars?" "Uh..I mean..it's a really generous offer..But..we all drove over here together and.." Kevin started "We'll all die in the car if the twins are ripping out back door bombs like that!" Keith finished. "W-we wouldn't be that bad!" Alex huffed and crossed his arms, Jacob following suite and adding "Yeah!" "...Wait..do you dorks WANNA eat baby food?" Keith asked, seemingly forgetting about the stink in the air as he grinned. The twin's seemed to realized that had just tried to argue in favor of it and Alex covered his mouth while Jacob shook his head. "NO!" "looks like you boys have some things to figure out. Thanks for feeding the baby." Simon said and took a couple of 20's out of his wallet and handed one to each boy. they went to say thank you but anther back door bomb ripped out of Jace's backside and they took off running instead. "Cute kids. gonna have to get used to stinkers though if they wanna be be daddies." Simon commented, then turned his attention back to Jace who let out a burp. "then again..subjecting them to your funk when they're just starting is like teaching someone to swim by tossing them in shark infested waters." "DADDY!"

With the rest of the baby food in Jace and his ba-ba, the poor baby had a bloated tummy and was pooting up a storm. Simon had been forced to take the onise off of him with his big Jace's tummy tum had gotten and had tickled his sides till Jace wet himself. In just his socks and shoes and Barbie diapers, Jace was getting lots of attention though no one came too close, his poots were like a fog horn warning people to keep their distance. "you know, I was hoping to help you make some friends today but your butt is scaring them all away stinker." Simon teased. "I sowwy." Jace whined, rubbing a eye. After a month of training Jace was conditioned to get sleepy after a big meal. "well we'll go play in the sandbox for a little bit, then go home ok buddy?" "But sweepy daddy." Jace whined, eyes drooping and nuzzling into Simon. "Already? are you sure you don't wanna play on the slide or the swings or something like a big kid?" Simon asked, smirking. "No Big -yawn- kid. Just Jace. sweepy." The blond baby said, almost stumbling now and so Simon stopped and picked him up, setting his head on his shoulder and a arm under his butt, carrying the basket and Chase was tucked inside. "I guess we can go home. I hope you had fun today buddy." Simon said and kissed the big babies cheek, then whispered. "Because we'll be coming here a lot more often." "Ngggh.. yesh..daddy." Jace mumbled, and then drifted off to sleep, even as a series of wet farts erupted from his back side and the back of the babies diapers bloomed out. "oh I see. go sleepies and leave me stuck with changing you. really nice." Simon teased but as he headed for the car he had to admit, he didn't really mind. He was tempted to stop and change Jace on a table, but then spotted a older looking couple talking to a police officer and pointing over at them, and decided that could wait for anther day and not to give the cop a reason to hassle them.. as long as Jace's diapers stayed on he wasn't naked in public. Thankfully the cop seemed to agree as they weren't hassled on their way to the car, though before he went to put Jace in his car seat, Simon was treated to one last cute site. Kevin and Keith chasing the twins, holding onto a couple of towels each and having safety pins. 'Damn. now I really wish I could stay.' Simon thought and chuckled. there was always next weekend.

The end, fer now

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scribbling-stiks · 4 years ago

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AAR - XXIV - Rabid

Russia snuggles against America's chest and smiles. He breaths in deeply and relaxes. He puts special attention to ignore how the car was being driven so he doesn't backseat drive. He knew if he paid it too much attention, he might panic at how inept Kentucky is at driving in the winter weather. He carefully squeezes his fingers together, and sits up a little, curling up against America. America squirms.

"Hey," America whines, "that tickles."

Russia hums.

"You are ridiculous," America mutters, leaning back.

They sit quietly and America begins petting the top of Russia's head, and Russia closes his eyes. Russia lets his mind wander, feeling relaxed, but not tired enough to fall asleep.

'Love warm magic man...'

'Love -my- warm magic man...'

Russia smiles at the thoughts. His chest fills with fluttery feelings. He pushes up on the seat and into America. America laughs quietly.

"You're like a god d*** cat," America comments, kissing Russia's forehead.

Russia grins and tucks his face into America's collar. He relaxes.

The car ride is calm.

Too calm.

'Something is going to go wrong.'

The thought swirls around Russia's head, but he does his best to shake it off.

Russia pokes his head up and pecks America's cheek, trying his best to repress his shivers. America brushed Russia's hair off his forehead and smiles at him.

"How are you feeling?" America asks, affection in his tone.

"Better," Russia mutters, tucking his face into America's chest.

America playfully pokes the side of his face and Russia scrunches his nose. America giggles.

"Come on. You got to get dressed now that you're feeling better."

"Nooo... it's too cold," Russia whines, his voice muffled.

"Nope. If we are gonna be around my kids, you are wearing a shirt in front of them."

Russia groans but gives in, reluctantly pulling away and sitting up in his own seat. America picks up his clothes that had been shoved to the floor in front of the heaters and shakes off the crumbs it had accumulated on them.

"Seems dry enough," America comments, handing to Russia. Arizona purposefully looks outside to the white blanket outside.

Russia pulls it back over his head. It still has some cold spots but doesn't feel wet anymore. As soon as he has it situated, America hands him his pants.

Russia smirks at America.

"What?" America says, a strange look on his face.

Russia's smirk just widens a little and slowly takes his clothes, staring America in the eyes.

America's face suddenly goes bright red and he averts his eyes. Russia's concentration broke and he can't help but begin laughing almost hysterically, covering his mouth in a vain attempt to quiet himself.

"Hurry up and put them on," America says, averting his eyes and puffing his cheeks out.

Russia struggles for a second because of the laughter shaking his frame. He manages to pull them on and giggles. Russia's head falls against America's shoulder, trying to muffle his laughter behind his hands. He pulls the blankets back around his shoulders, wrapping himself up and buckling the seat. He leans against America, and throws the blanket's ends over America, tucking them around America's back.

'I love messing with you. Making your face red is my new favorite hobby.'

"You are such an a**hole," America mutters.

Russia smiles.

After some time riding with his head on America's shoulder, Russia stares outside at the falling snow. He tenses with every car passing in the opposite direction, but none of them stop or turn around, so Russia doesn't think any more of them.

Soon, they pull off the road and pulls into a gas station. America grabs Russia's jacket from the hook it had been hung on and wrinkles his nose.

"It's still wet," America complains.

Russia groans. America untangles himself and hops out of the car. Russia shivers as cold wind blasts into the car until America closes the door. Russia tightens his hold on his blankets and shivers violently as the heat is turned off.

He stays in the car while America accompanies the first group of teens inside with some cash. Kentucky is outside waiting to pump gas, bundled up so much he looks like a giant marshmallow.

Normally, Russia would've laughed, but right now, he wished he had those kinds of winter clothes. Russia pulls on the still damp boots and hat.

America returns soon after, with the first group, something clutched in his hands. America approaches the car and pulls open the door. He leans in and hands Russia a cheap jacket. California swaps places with Kentucky and Texas takes New Hampshire's place to finished pumping gas.

Kentucky and New Hampshire walk inside side by side.

"It's cheap, but it'll work for now," America says, "come on."

Russia shrugs off the blankets and pulls on the jacket and picks up the scarf Arizona had given him. The jacket is thin and the material is cheap, but the scarf is snug and warm. He promises himself to always take good care of it.

America reaches out a hand and helps Russia out. Russia stumbles a little when his feet hit the ground. America catches Russia and Russia's face goes flush.

They walk inside and Russia stays close. Kentucky and New Hampshire walk back out together. He breathes a sigh of relief knowing that all the kids had gotten back into the cars safely. They disappear behind the bathroom door.

America looks up with a smirk and gives a questioning tilt of the head. Russia smiles in consent.

America wraps his hands around the back of Russia's neck. America stares up into Russia's eyes. Russia feels an uncomfortable pang at seeing America's eye, but the loving look on America's face steals Russia's attention. Russia smiles softly.

America pulls Russia down into a deep kiss. Russia's eyes widen for a moment before he lets them fall shut and he puts his hands under America's shirt. America shivers and smiles against Russia's lips.

America slips his tongue into Russia's mouth, exploring. Russia returns the favor, and he gets lost in the sensations. His hands drop to America's waist. He grabs America and pulls him in by the hips. America tugs Russia's hair lightly. Russia pulls America as close as he could manage, kissing America deeply.

America pushes back with the same passion and Russia loses himself completely in the make-out session.

He feels around America's body until America pulls away. Russia looks on with half lid eyes and America smiles up at him. America kisses his nose before pulling out of the embrace.

"I've been waiting for that," America says with a giggle, tracing his thumb on Russia's cheek, "but we have to get going soon. I'm going to go buy some snacks for the road. Find me when you're done in here, okay?"

Russia nods, watching America leave. America turns around at the door and blows Russia a kiss with a wink. Russia blushes and rubs the back of his neck.

Russia shakes his head and listlessly goes about his business, lost in thoughts about America's smile.

Russia shakes the water off his hands and walks out. He hears America shout from behind the shelves. He rushes over and sees America wrestling on the floor with a thrashing casher.

"*What happened?*" Russia asks, helping restrain the casher.

"*I don't know! I was just trying to pay for the snacks!*"

Russia leans his weight on the cashier's back as the man thrashes and spits, frothing at the mouth.

"*Grab the food. I will be behind you.*"

America nods and gathers everything into bags he snatches from behind the counter. America stares up at the racks of cigarettes for a moment before shaking his head and rushing to the door. The second America pushes the door open, Russia jumps up and scrambles away.

The cashier grabs his ankle and tries to bite him, gnawing on his boot. Russia kicks him off in a panic, stomping hard on the cashier's wrist, breaking it with an audible snap. Russia stumbles forward as soon as he was released, and the two run to the truck. Russia hops into the driver's seat and America flies into the passenger seat. Russia starts the car and locks the door.

"Lock the doors," Russia demands into the radio.

"Roger. Also, Ham-" Philippines says.

A muffled call of "don't call me that" rings out in the background.

"-says she isn't driving anymore today."

"I will drive in front. Who is driving your car?"

"New Mexico."

"Okay, follow us," Russia says before handing the radio to America to hook-up back onto the radio set.

Russia quickly pulls out of the spot and waits for New Mexico to get behind him. The cashier shambles out of the doors, his eyes rolled back.

"Does everyone see the zombie?" Philippines asks through the radio.

"Yes, we see it. We're leaving," America replies.

Russia pulls out onto the salted road. Luckily, the snowfall is much lighter than it had been. The tires plow through the slush on the roads, throwing it up onto the undercarriage of the truck. Russia sighs, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Are you okay?" America asks.

"Yes. Are you?" Russia replies.

"Yeah. I was able to push him off before he could hurt me. Thanks for the help by the way."

"No need."

America sighs. America reaches over and takes hold of Russia's hand, playing with his fingers.

"Honestly, I would've expected you to try to stop me," America mutters, looking away.

"Why would I?"

"I don't know," America mumbles, "most people just think stuff like that is my fault. Thought you would've thought the same."

Russia sighs.

"Your fault or not, I support you," Russia says.

America holds Russia's hand tightly.

"I care about you and support you," Russia says quietly, avoiding America's gaze.

"I love you," America says quietly.

America picks up Russia's hand and presses it on his cheek. Russia glances over and sees America smiling softly, wiping tears off his face with his free hand.

"I love you too," Russia says quietly, moving and rubbing America's arm.

America chuckles and leans in. Russia smiles.

"Where are we headed?" Russia asks.

"We're going home," America says.

"Home?"

"Sorry, back to base with Dixie and them," America says.

Russia nods and America begins navigating him back to Utah.

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queensdivas · 5 years ago

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Hidden Blade Chap 4

(I know it’s not good. Like I wanted to do a few things but I’m working on group projects, papers, a temino, For God's Sake, trying to bring a certain Fic back to life. As you can tell I’m on the struggle bus at the moment. I promise the next chapter will be better because it’s the big heist! JUST KEEP THE FAITH MY FRIENDS KEEP THE FAITH!!!)

Next chapter

Previous Chapter

For starters I did take Anya to a big cat sanctuary which since I brought her back, I might have persuaded them to let me come visit her every once in a while for some play time. They’re keeping her name which makes me even more happy and hopefully she’ll be absolutely okay there.

But today we’re heading for Hong Kong! I’ve yet to make it over to China or that far east so I’m a little excited. Plus I’ve been working on a little something that should help four and I when we’re being monkeys across the tower. If I can get it done about the time we make it to Hong Kong. If not I get to be my own guinea pig for the experiment.

I swung my bag over my shoulder along with my small duffle bag that had all my equipment for this long flight. The other bag is clothing, personal weapons, and some snacks for the flight. Four and I stocked up on some snacks from seven eleven when we left the hotel so we’re set on chips, a bag of sunflower seeds, and a bunch of Palmer Iced Tea and Lemonade cans.

“Aye. You got my cheez-its?” Four asked as I stepped out of the trailer then reaching over on the desk to grab the box.

“Yes! It’s about a 13 hour flight and I know they don’t have anything like this.” He told me as I scratched the top of Wallys head for a few seconds till he laid down in the doorway.

“You’ve been to Hong Kong?” I asked him as we began walking towards the parked jet.

“Oh yeah. You know their food is already good. Except the cat, I find it way too thin.” I nodded as we joined the rest of the group. One was ahead of everyone as seven was yelling out to him or something.

“Hey one! You ever plan on calling me six?” Seven yelled as everyone just kind of chuckled.

“No!” He yelled back as seven shrugged.

“Okay.” We continued to walk as Seven kept looking around at us expecting like us to do something. Like I know I’m new to the fucked up A-Team, but I get the feeling that we just don’t speak about identities or anything dealing with One's depressing boo hoo past.

“Hey look I know we don’t get to ask..?” Why the hell is he so damn nosy?

“Then don’t.” Three told him but I could tell he still wanted to pester about one.

“But uh...who is one?” He’s so damn nosy! Like oh my god he just won’t stop pushing buttons for answers.

“A rich guy who snapped. That’s all I got.” Five told him as I slightly nodded. The man has a fucking Chopard. Y’all have any idea how expensive their stuff is cause I sure don’t! Just imagine having that option to buy whatever the hell you want because you did something with magnets or something sciency.

“Yeah but how did you meet him?” Seven knows how I met him so I’m assuming he’s waiting for the rest of them.

“We didn’t. He met us. In really weird ways.” After hearing Fours story of how they met. I will say I am kind of curious on how everyone else met him. Sounds like mine and sevens we’re the only normal interactions.

“Oh yeah. Very very weird. Like basically perfect timing kind of weird.” When you kind of look at it, yes in very weird ways. Not as weird as what Four told me on how they met. Four began telling his story again as three began walking along side me.

“So being an assassin. Do you have any cool gadgets you keep on you? Like a pen that turns into some type of dart?” He asked as I raised my eyebrow at him.

“Do I look like James Bond or some sort of cheap spy?” We continued to walk as I showed him a piece of paper that had my project.

“Working on a mini zipline for short distance kind sort of thing. It would be wrapped around my right arm. Just something experimental.” He was ecstatic as he kept looking at it.

“So you’d turn into like batman.” Batman has money and Fox to build his things. I have online links and How to Do anything for dummies.

“If that makes sense to you then yes.” Four finished his story as Seven was chuckling.

“Ooh. I never thought I’d meet a family more screwed up than mine.” Seven shook his head along with three.

“Hey, no. Don’t say that. He hates the word “family”. I don’t know.” I’m really hoping that I win my money and some back on this bet.

“And if you’re ever left behind in a mission, he’s not coming back for you.” Hold the fuck up what? Wait what? I’m technically dead to the internet? What am I supposed to do if for some reason I get left behind? Eh. Do what I did before but not care as much if anything.

“What?” Seven was just having a field day with all this new information oh my god. Just gonna let this roll.

“We Deltas don’t operate like that. Things are gonna have to change I promise you that.” Okay. That’s what happens when you bring a military man into any form of combat I guess. Let’s all gather around the campfire and sing our Girl Scout songs while talking about our feelings. Genius seven!

One opened the plane door as seven caught up with them since apparently they’re flying the plane. Definitely going to say a quick prayer so that we don’t die! I climbed in after three to see there was a table for my work. I tossed my bags into the empty set next to me as I climbed over to the window seat. Four sat directly across from me as I put on my seatbelt.

“Can you pass me a Palmer?” I pulled it out of the bag then slid it across the table.

“Thank you.” He opened it as the plane engine turned on. I think a few hours of crossword puzzle should hopefully kill sometime. I don’t feel like working on my project and watching some sort of movie would just make the ride longer. I reached into my bag for one of my books and pen to get started. Four raised his eyebrow as I looked up from my book.

“What?” I asked as he took a drink of his palmer.

“You have any extra ones by chance?” Is that even a question! Of course I have extra ones! I reached into my bag to slide one of my books across the table along with an extra pen.

Alright alright! I began skimming through then finding the one I was working on before. A four letter word for short smokes? Hmmmm. Cigs! C-I-G-S AHA! Alright so that covers the first letters for 54, 55, 56!

“Is that a crossword puzzle?” Two looked over me as I looked straight up to her.

“Would you like one?” I asked as she looked over to my bag as I reached for a spare pen and book. Then I grabbed one for three and five. Guess we’re all doing crossword puzzles for thirteen hours. I’m down.

About three hours into the flight and we’ve all been asking each other for help on our own puzzles. Four and I were sitting next to each other because he is stuck on a three letter work for Peace, to Putin. I’m still trying to figure out what on earth it even means. I wasn’t alive during Putin so I have absolutely no idea.

“What does that mean?” We had our online dictionaries out trying to skim through three letter words that started with the letter M.

“What’s the phrase?” Two’s head popped up again from behind the seat.

“Peace, to Putin.” Four told her as she thought for a moment.

“Mir.” She sat back down in her seat as it fit perfectly.

“Thanks Two!” We said at the same time as I went back to my puzzle.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” One’s head popped out of the cockpit as all five of us stared him down.

“Crossword puzzle. Want one?” I held up a puzzle and a pen up to him. He grabbed two books and two pens then back into the cockpit. Knew he couldn’t resist a great time of crossword puzzles.

I finished one and I’m about halfway done with this one. Next one. Blood letters? What’s a three letter word for Blood letters? I began tapping my pen on my forehead trying to figure out what on earth that means. Blood Letters?

“Blood letters.” I said it out loud as he looked over to see that it was only three letters.

“ABO.” ABO? OOOHHH! BLOOD TYPES! A! B! O! Oh my gosh I’m an idiot!

“Who knows geography well?” Three asked as we all turned our heads towards his seat.

“What is it?” Five asked as he read the question.

“Loch on the border of the Highlands?” I’ve only been to the UK once and I partied very hard in Southampton in all honesty.

“Four. You’re from England right?” Three asked as Four was trying to remember his geography.

“Is it Guillemot?” He asked as I shrugged my shoulders.

“LOMOND!” Four yelled as three wrote it down. We high fived each other

“Thanks Four.” Three thanked as I took a sip of my palmer. A very big yawn came out of me as I put my book down. Maybe a quick nap should hopefully make my brain starts working again. I tucked my head into the corner of the seat as I began to fall asleep.

“OW!” I snapped awake as Three was yelling from his seat. That was two minutes of a nap that I thought would last till we landed. I looked over my seat to see him patching up his finger. I slid back down into my seat trying to get comfy again with my head resting against the left of the head rest.

JUST LET ME SLEEP!

“Hey guys.” Seven’s voice appeared on the com.

“What’s an eight letter word for unlaces?” Seven asked as everyone stopped working on their puzzles.

“Unbuckle?” Five told him as he was silent for a minute.

“Thank you.” The com turned off as I shut the blind for the window then tried to fall asleep again.

*Fours P.O.V.*

Her head slid down and onto the edge of my shoulder as I finished one of the words. Her mouth was slightly opened as she was adjusting herself on my shoulder. A nap does sound nice I’ll admit. Not sure on what the rules are for napping with a teammate but I’m just gonna take the heat from it.

I rested my head on top of hers as the plane went silent because I’m assuming everyone else was beginning to take their naps. She wrapped her thin jacket around her a little tighter trying to get a little warmer. Guess it is a little chilly in here for us in here. I’d give her my coat but I don’t wanna wake her up. Body heat is a thing right?

The only sound being heard on the entire plane was the sound of the engine since everyone was dead asleep. Her hair smelled like fresh mint which was a little different then what I expected her hair to smell like. Not to mention her hair was actually really pretty, it’s like a red chestnut color and definitely smells nice like I said before.

“PST Four!” Five asked across the seat as I looked over.

“Yes?” She leaned over to point at her puzzle.

“Dr. Seuss’ yertle, for one.” She told me as I counted the six letter word. Never had Dr. Seuss growing up so I’ve got no idea. Two has basically been our dictionary throughout this entire thing.

“Ask Two. I’ve got no idea.” She nodded as she got up from her seat as I noticed Eight was leaning on the other side, with her head resting on the window. Oh well. Probably for the best anyhow.

I got up from her side of the table to slide back into mine as I took another sip of my palmer then made my jacket into a pillow. We’ve got about ten more hours to hopefully I can just sleep right through this.

“Hey team were below the radar. So buckle up cause it’s about to get bumpy.” Seven announced as I began waking up a little bit. Five more minutes please!

“You know, I usually look at the stewardess to see if I should be scared.” Does he realize that a plane being brought down by turbulence is super rare?

“Flight attendant. You can look at me.” Two told him as I tried to get myself to fall back asleep. Did they hook up in Vegas?

“Oh darling, you could be on fire, and you would still have that same creepy, blank expression on your face. No offense.” Oh they so hooked up in Vegas, the sexual tension between them is so thick that a warm butter knife could cut it. Wait I’m trying to sleep! Ah screw it three’s gonna run his mouth till we land so what’s the point of trying to sleep.

My left eye opened just a tiny bit to see her still working on her zipline thingy and looked really cute. Like I mean really cute. She looked up for a second then her cheeks began blushing a little bit for her to start trying to get back to her work.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” She smiled as she looked up at me again. I noticed she had a box of cheez-its out and on her second can of Palmer. Didn’t realize I slept that long holy shit.

“Where are we?” I rubbed my eyes as I looked out the window.

“We’re about to land.” She told me as I the bumpy ride began happening. I was now fully awake as I put my jacket back into my bag as she began shoving everything back into one of hers.

“Did you finish it?” I asked her as she nodded with a mouthful of cheez-its.

“Should be ready for tonight hopefully. Or I fall to my death.” She swallowed as I grabbed the box for a couple of cheez-its.

We landed at the private airfield as we began getting off the plane. I was the last off the plane as everyone else was making sure they had all their things for tonight, since it’s technically 8 am here if I did the math right.

“Anyone else like super hungry?” Three asked as we finished double checking our bags.

“I heard there’s a really good noodle shop that’s a few blocks away.” Five told us as we loaded ourselves up with everything.

“Some noodles sound absolutely delicious.” Eight commented as we started walking towards the big moving truck that One had bought for us that would let us sneak in and out of Hong Kong.

Please don’t let tonight be an absolute shit show! I enjoy working with Eight because I get the feeling she won’t leave me behind. Just loves pushing me into situations, yet stay’s with me. It’s better than my old group of thieves were in Kiev.

Just let tonight go somewhat smoothly!

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prince-ampora · 5 years ago

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One Happy Christmas

INFO -dave focused -semi sadstuck -dave is ftm and june and jade are mtf -dave is mute so he signs -dave is going to school for a paleontology degree. you dont need to know that for this oneshot but its my headcanon so i wanted to share.

TRIGGER WARNINGS -abuse -bro and mom

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"Dave! What are you doing for Christmas?" Dave shrugs at June's inquiry and flips another page in his textbook. "The Strilonde family was not very interested in holidays, not only because Mother was Jewish." Jade turns to Rose, "So are you and Dave Jewish?" Rose reads while talking, "By blood yes but we don't follow the religion or holidays." June smiles, "Then you two should come with me and Jade to Dad's house over Christmas break! He'd be happy to have more people to cook for." "I wouldn't mind that. Strider?" Dave shrugs and signs, "Sure I guess, as long as he's okay with having a guy like me over." June rolls her eyes, "You know he loves you, Dave." "Yeah, Dave! He even wanted to pay for your testosterone!" "I'm more than happy to use Bro's money for that." June laughs, I know.

Christmas break finally starts and June piles everyone into her car. The drive to Washington took a couple of hours, mostly spent listening to music and joking around. When they pull into the driveway, Dad Egbert is waiting for them. He waves to them as they pile out of the car and helps them unload their bags. "It's great to see you all again. Dave, Rose! How has everything been away from your parents?" "Amazing," They both say at the same time. Dad Egbert shows them to the kitchen and talks about what he'll make for Christmas dinner. "Would any of you like to help me with this tomorrow?" June and Jade offer to help but Rose says she'll be working. Dave decides to help too. "For now, let's put up the tree. I wanted my daughters here to help and having you two here as well is even better." Rose smiles and thanks him, and the group makes their way to the living room.

They get the tree up by an empty wall in between the door and stairs and have fun going through the ornaments, a lot of which were made by June and Jade in grade school. Dave teases June about her baby picture ornament and she laughs, "As if I haven't seen any of your embarrassing baby pictures Dave." They wrap lights around the tree in a speed competition and try their best to make the ornaments look evenly placed. Rose loses her mind. Jade eats popcorn off the strings. Typical Christmas things. Dave is smiling the entire time, which is so nice for a change. He even takes off his shades. He's safe here, he doesn't need to hide his emotions behind them. Dad Egbert put on Christmas music and June wraps some tinsel around her neck as a scarf and takes turns dancing with everyone. Rose plays her violin along to Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy and Carol of the Bells. June joins in on piano and Jade even gets out her bass. Dave doesn't have an instrument so he just beatboxes a little and does meme dances.

After they get back on track and actually put the star on the top of the tree, as well as some photos of each other ("You're an angel Dave, you need to be on the top of the tree." "Only if you're there too June."), they sit down to watch Christmas movies. Rose and Dave recommend Nightmare Before Christmas, June insists on seeing Home Alone, and Jade brought one of her copies of The Grinch, appalled that Dave and Rose had never seen it. Dad Egbert, June, and Dave fit on the couch. Rose happily shifts from the back of the couch, to the arm, to the floor, and Jade is content to curl up on the floor. Jade is the first to fall asleep, and Rose retires to Jade and June's room to work after Home Alone 3. Dad Egbert eventually gets tired and retires to his room, telling them that there are cookies in the fridge and to go to bed at a good time. They do because 3 am is totally a good time. Rose is already asleep on the top bunk with Jade, who had gone to her room at 2 am. June and Dave squeeze into the bottom bunk and fall asleep quickly.

In the morning, Rose works on her novel as June, Jade, and Dave try their best to be useful in the kitchen. Jade gets plants to chop up from the garden she started that summer, June helps her dad prep the meat and Dave tries to be useful where he can by getting out and putting away ingredients, handing out utensils, and washing dishes. After the main courses are started, Dad Egbert ushers everyone out of the kitchen so he can bake pies, cakes, and cookies for after. June "Bluh"'s at the Betty Crocker products on the counter and happily leaves to eat gushers on the couch. Neither Jade or Dave could bring themselves to tell her that those are Crocker products also. "Are you having fun, Dave?" Dave smiles and nods, "Yeah. I am." Dave and Jade compete in Mario Kart, with Jade coming out victorious. Rose eventually joins them and watches their match with occasional quips.

Today is Christmas. Dad Egbert had somehow found the time to wrap a bunch of presents in secret and place them all neatly under the tree, as well as fill stockings and hang them on the fireplace. He wakes the four of them up with cookies and hot chocolate and they groggily make their way downstairs. "It's a good thing I didn't wait to buy your presents. I was going to have June and Jade take them to you after the break." They sit in a half-circle and Rose is baited into putting on a Christmas hat and passing the presents out. Dad Egbert films the kids' reactions as they open their presents. He got June a nice blue dress and some other new outfits, a bra with good quality inserts, and some movie sets. Jade unwraps custom made dog ears and tail, some exotic plant seeds, a bra with good quality inserts, and some outfits as well. Dave, after hesitating, unwraps his presents to reveal some stuff for his turntables, a new binder, a book on weird preserved dead things, and a trans pride flag. Rose happily unwraps her presents of a violin care kit, some wizard cat-themed pajamas, and a hard drive and printer ink.

They each present Dad Egbert with their own present as well, cheap because College Students, which they bought before leaving for break. June got him some icing in a shaving cream themed bottle. Jade got him a book of Betty Crocker's secret recipes. Dave got his hand on a new pipe, and Rose came through with some really cool Dad™ hats. He cries while holding his presents and thanking them, pulling them into a hug. Dave doesn't start crying at all, what are you talking about, Shut Up Lalonde. After the hug ends he signs to everyone, "This was the best Christmas ever. Best day ever. I love you all." June smiles, "Y'know how we can make it even better?" Dave raises an eyebrow, "Let's mail your parents coal." Dave and Rose smile, "Hell. Yes."

A couple of days later, Dave gets an angry call from Bro, and Rose gets one from Mom. After they were done getting yelled at they hung up without a word. "What was yours about?" "'Elizabeth Strider you little bitch I will maim you. Your lucky I'm busy here or I'd go there and stab you.' Yours?" "Rose Lalonde, what the hell is this? I was gonna send you alcohol from my personal stash or maybe even some candy but not now. I'm gonna go drink this headache away and if I still remember this later, you'll see what happens when you cross me." They laugh at their terrible parent's predictable reactions and go down to join the others for breakfast. This is their family. Not an alcoholic and a weird puppet sword guy. Their family is the two girls and their father sitting at the table offering them food and smiling. They chose their family.

#homestuck #Homestuck AU #dave strider #ftm dave strider #trans dave strider #rose lalonde #jade harley #mtf jade harley #trans jade harley #june egbert #mtf june egbert #trans june egbert #dad egbert #Bro Strider #mom lalonde #abuse tw #mute dave strider #homestuck oneshot #eridan's oneshots

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imagines-by-billie · 5 years ago

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Golden Eyes.

Part 2.

Read Part 1!

A/N: Picture found on Pinterest. This seems like it’s going to be my fluffier series, but this is gonna get just as bad as Two Sides Of The Coin.

Warnings: sexual harassment, swearing

Masterlist

Maybe last night had all been a dream, you thought to yourself as you washed your face, preparing your skin for another night of heavy make-up.

The make-up you used was old, and possibly dangerous to put near your face, but you didn’t have enough money to buy anything new. Food and rent was your biggest priority, which was why this gig was so important. You’d be performing in front of some scary, but filthy rich, people tonight.

But it was still just morning, which meant that you had some free time. If you can even call grocery shopping free time... the laundry had to be done too and the calendar showed you that it was time to pay rent.

Your building was owned by one of the mobsters, and they needed rent every month. The people living in the building had decided that only one person should have to leave it to the owner. You were the only one brave enough to do it.

So you went door to door and gathered the money. Some of them couldn’t pay or had just below the rent, so you put in a bit of money from your food savings to spare their lives. If you didn’t have rent, you could easily lose a body part or two.

When that was done you went grocery shopping, now with little to no money. Potatoes again, then... they were cheap and you could buy a lot of them. Didn’t mean they tasted good after four fucking weeks of eating nothing but potatoes.

Maybe tonight you could get some extra tips if you took that one dress that showed off a bit more. Hopefully you had some tea and honey at home to help your voice a bit.

You steadied your breath as you walked through the bar doors. The pianist was waiting for you by the girl’s bathroom, which now served as a changing room for you.

“You’re late.”, he sighed with an annoyed tone.

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, I forgot the time!”, you hurried to the bathroom, “It’ll only take a minute, I’ll be out before you know it.”

You quickly put on the dress that you had chosen for the night. The scandalous option was the best this time, you needed some extra cash and those mobsters really liked to see some skin. Since the short dress had spaghetti straps you decided to let a scarf hang loosely around your arms.

The make-up was easy, since none of the men cared to much. Just something to fix the redness in your face, some rouge and a little bit of eyeshadow that gave the illusion of a cat-like eye. The only thing left was your lipstick, the red lipstick your mother always used to wear. With care, you put it on and then smacked your lips in the mirror.

You didn’t look like yourself anymore. You weren’t Y/N Y/L/N, now you were Lily Rose.

“You ready?”, the pianist walked with you to the backstage area.

“Yeah, I’m gonna try to get some extra tips today...”, you pursed your lips and peaked through the curtain, everyone was enjoying themselves.

“That’s why your choice of dress is a bit different, huh?”, he said calmly.

“Yup. The men here like some extra skin showing.”, you took a deep breath, “Good luck out there.”

“And now... Lily Rose, the pretty flower, is going to perform one of her special songs for this special night!”

With that, the curtain opened and you strutted over to the mic. You heard the pianist try out the keys, getting used to them. He had worked with you in a couple other places, but not here. There’s a first for everything, even if it’s a shitty, no good, bar.

You looked over the crowd with a bright smile that faltered when you laid your eyes on a special figure. In the dim lighting of the bar, his eyes looked golden. His curly hair was slicked back, except for a few strands that had escaped the rest.

You kept your eyes closed as the pianist started playing. He stopped for a second, which was your queue, and you started singing with a bright fake smile on your lips.

It looked like Mr. Mendes was drinking whiskey, instead of last night’s cocktail. He had told you to call him Shawn, hadn’t he? You still weren’t sure that it was all real.

You sang your heart out and seductively swung your hips from side to side. The little arm movement you did had been practiced this morning, since you wanted it to look effortlessly perfect.

Shawn seemed to sit next to Alexandre Von Claude, another very respected, very dangerous mobster. That was why it was such a “special night”.

Once the song ended, which felt like hours with Shawn’s gaze on you, you heard the applause. You bowed your head slightly to thank them.

“Thank you! Thank you!”, you said sweetly, “Now, before my next song I would just like to thank Alexander Von Claude for coming to this little bar!”

Everyone clapped along with you and Von Claude nodded his head as a thank you... that old man couldn’t even stand up.

“I hope you have a wonderful night, sir!”, you smiled brightly and blew him a kiss. Your eyes drifted to Shawn, who was clenching his jaw and trying his best to keep his smile. The game you were playing was deadly, but oh so fun.

The second song started playing and you gave it your all, dancing and singing your heart out. After that you were supposed to walk through the crowd, get as many tips as you could.

You were lucky that the economy was good these years, it meant that people had more to share. The only disgusting thing about it was the people groping and slapping you around as if you were some sort of toy.

When you made your way to Shawn’s and Von Claude’s table, Shawn had his money ready. He handed it to you, grazing your hand as he did so.

It was a 20 dollar bill, plus a note that you didn’t have time to look at before Von Claude gave you his tip.

“Thank you, gentlemen.”, you smiled and strutted away to the bathrooms.

You put the tips and the note Shawn had given you in your bag before going to wash your face. At least you didn’t wear that awful dress anymore, and had changed into your normal clothes.

Someone opened the door to the bathroom just as you had started washing the soap off of your face. The door slammed shut and you let out a yelp. Heavy steps echoed towards you and you started to shiver.

You looked up, water and soap still on your face as you didn’t have time to wash it off. It was a man you’d never seen before... quite large and tall. You knew what happened to performers like you if men walked into the ladies bathroom.

“Excuse me, sir...”, you tried to keep your voice steady, “This is the ladies room...”

“I fucking know where I am!”, he slurred out his words. His breath smelled like cigarettes and alcohol. You had to do everything in your power not to scrunch your nose at the stench.

You grabbed your bag carefully behind your bag. The music from the next performer had started playing so it was useless to scream.

“Then I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir.”, you spoke clearly and confidently even if you were feeling the opposite of confident.

“Don’t tell me what to do, sweetheart.”, he grinned. You took a deep breath before swinging your bag at him, hard, making him stumble to the side so that you could make your escape.

As you ran out you bumped into another man. This one much taller, better built, his curly hair slicked back and in the dim lighting his eyes almost looked golden...

Shawn! Thank God!

“Are you alright, honey?”, he asked with a worried tone. If it weren’t for the situation, the nickname and the sweet tone in his voice would’ve made you weak in the knees.

“A man walked into the bathroom and I-”

The door swung open and you flinched at the sound of the angry man stepping towards you. That’s when Shawn spoke up;

“Listen, man. I don’t want nothing to do with you, so why don’t you just lay off the lady?”, he sighed and rolled the sleeves of his red button-up, the tie hanging loosely around his neck.

“Oh, fuck off!”, the man says, swinging a punch at Shawn that hits him in the face. Shawn stumbles back and you let out a muffled scream. The music was still playing, no one can hear you. Should you make a run for it? No, your legs wouldn’t move for some reason... and your heart told you to stay.

Shawn huffed and wiped the blood coming out of his nose with the back of his hand.

“You fucking asked for it, then...”, Shawn muttered and swung at the guy. Shawn hit him in the face, which made him stumble back a bit. Then he had the chance to hit him in the stomach, right between his ribs. If you hit it just right, this could kill him. Shawn didn’t want to kill him, just knock the wind out of him. So he made the effort to not hit that right place. Once the guy was knocked out he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bar.

You had never seen him this mad before... then again, you had only known him for two days and he was a mobster.

Shawn muttered something to a guard outside the bar, one of Von Claude’s men. You can tell by the symbol on his suit. The man nodded and walked inside.

“Don’t worry, the guy’s taken care of.”, Shawn huffed to you.

“... thank you.”, you suddenly stop, “Those situations don’t usually end that well.”

“I just happened to be there at the right time... it’s nothing to thank me for.”, he brushed it off.

“Thank you, anyways.”, you said softly. You stood on your tippy toes and placed a soft kiss to his cheek. Then you walked away, leaving him starstruck behind you. _______________________________________________________________________

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chwetuan · 6 years ago

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Uncertainty - Im Jaebeom x Reader (a, f)

1. Requested: i was wondering if i could request a jaebum high school au + prompt 10 please! could be angsty or fluffy I don't mind! and i just also wanted to say that i love all your works 💕💕 ( @trinityysl )

2: Summary: Graduation is only a few months away, but here you sit, in your boyfriend’s bedroom with a pregnancy test in the bathroom and uncertainty clouding the future ahead of you (1.3k).

3. Warnings/Ratings: language, pregnancy scare

4. A/N + Disclaimer: First - My love, I am so so so sorry for taking incredibly long with this request. This was not my original plan for the storyline, but this is what I came up with after one rewriting session. Secondly - This is a fic that I am very nervous about posting. In no way am I attempting to say that teenage/unplanned pregnancies are wrong. As a teenager myself, and a result of teenage pregnancy, I support the use of protection and educating teens on safe, consensual sex. This piece is fictional, and the situation depicted is not the reality for many teens. Use this as a reminder to stay protected and prevent a situation that will change your life forever from happening.

Your mother refused to call your boyfriend anything other than teenage heartthrob. Granted, she wasn’t completely incorrect.

Even if his shoulders were a little broader, hair a little softer, smile a little brighter, and voice a little deeper, Jaebeom was still a normal teenager.

He stayed up too late playing video games, forgot to iron his uniforms, and on more than one occasion, found himself in the principal’s office for minor infractions.

But Jaebeom, regardless of how intimidating he could seem, was soft at heart. This you knew.

He was an utter goof, with a love for cats and a laugh that ran the rain away.

You mother isn’t wrong when she says he’s a teenage heartthrob, the only part she’s neglecting to mention is that he’s yours.

~~~

You had spent the entire morning peeling off the pretty purple nail polish your sister worked so hard to manicure. It was cheap — a $4 dollar polish you bought at the grocery store the beginning of your freshman year.

It was cheaper than the pregnancy tests you’d managed to buy at the pharmacy only months before graduation.

Three months, to be exact. Three months until you were scheduled to walk across the stage and accept the diploma, with honors, you’d been busting your ass for since you were 14.

But here’s the thing about high school — it doesn’t teach you about anything real. It prepares you for nothing that comes after the cap and gown. It doesn’t prepare you for pregnancy tests, or job hunting, anxiety, or moving out.

Nothing real.

Regardless, that's where you were. Three months away from graduating, sitting on the bus in your school uniform, blazer laid across your thighs as you bounced your knee to the sound of whatever obnoxious, overplayed song was buzzing in the background.

The binders not the only thing weighing down your bag, and assignments due the following week not the only thing weighing down your mind.

~~~

You manage to make it through your first two classes before JB tugs you aside by the strap of your backpack, an unamused expression on his face.

He leans against the row of lockers, hands shoved in his pockets and tie hanging loose around his neck.

“Avoiding me today, are we?”

“I’m not.”

He watches as you tug at the sleeves of your blazer, a nervous habit. “Okay.”

You know he doesn’t believe you, but you also know that you weren’t avoiding him. At least, not consciously.

A still silence settles between the two of you as his eyes scan your features.

“What?”

He shrugs, checking his watch and fiddling with the strap of his backpack, slung over one shoulder. “Nothing.”

~~~

In true teenage fashion, your boyfriend proceeds to ghost you for the next three days.

“You aren’t fighting, are you?” Your mother asks one of those mornings.

You don’t think it’s meant to be a fight, but Jaebeom is stubborn and you’re even worse. You don’t know why you’re not talking, and you guess you’d know if you talked to him, but for some reason, you refuse to be the one to break the silence.

But on the fourth day, a convenient Friday afternoon, Jaebeom is standing in front of your locker.

“Are you in the mood to tell me what’s wrong, today?” He asks, a hand coming up to palm your waist as you cross your arms. The way he emphasizes his words make your stomach churn.

“Oh, you’re in the mood for talking?”

“I’m worried about you.”

A bitter laugh leaves your lips. “You really don’t seem it.”

He sighs, his hand dropping from your side and finding purchase in his pocket. “You didn’t want to talk to me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You fucking dodged me until I came and found you.” He points out, the thinly veiled concern in his voice becoming masked in irritation.

Running a hand through your hair, you reply dismissively.

“I was not ignoring you.”

“Okay. If that’s how you want to look at it.”

“It’s not how I wan-“

He cuts you off. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?” The words are curt. He closes his eyes and inhaled deeply before continuing. “Baby, I-“

“My period is late, Jaebeom.”

~~~

On Saturday morning, you find yourself sitting cross-legged on Jaebeom’s bed. It’s only a little after 11, sun filtering through the curtains in streams of gold. JB is leaning against his desk, fiddling with the ring on his finger. He’s dressed comfortably, but his entire body is tense.

His parents are gone for the weekend, leaving the house unusually quiet, save for the sounds of guitar strumming coming from his sister’s bedroom and the bell of his cat’s collar jingling in the background.

“My parents are going to kill me.”

With a roll of his stiff shoulders, he responds. “Correction, your parents are going to kill us. A baby isn’t made by one person.”

You sigh, head dropping into your hands. “We don’t know if there’s a baby, yet.”

“We will in a few minutes.”

Jaebeom’s voice doesn’t waver, but you can tell that he’s scared. He’s scared, but he’s trying his best for you, and it makes your heart clench more than it brings you relief.

A nervous tear falls from your eye, and you think about the future.

You’re too young to have a baby. You’ve barely grown out of your own home, with college and moving out planned for the next couple of months.

You don’t have the money for a baby. Your part-time job at the pizzeria doesn’t provide funding for cribs and diapers.

What will happen to you and Jaebeom? Will you lose your scholarships? Will your parents kick you out? Will you stay together?

His voice pulls you from the downward spiral of your thoughts.

“Come here.”

You can’t help but practically melt into his touch as he wipes the tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay.” He whispers into the crown of your head, arms holding you firmly against his chest.

“It isn’t.”

“It will be. We’re gonna make it work, okay? Regardless of what that pee-stick says.”

His choice of terminology throws you off, some semblance of a laugh leaving your lips as you taste the salt of your tears.

“It’s not a pee-stick.”

The timer set on JB’s phone goes off, bringing you back to reality.

He releases you, turning the timer off and lifting his head to meet your eyes.

Your heart is in your throat. You’re scared beyond belief, feeling as if you’re freezing and burning simultaneously.

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“No, I’ll do it.”

You walk across the hall to the bathroom, and with a clenched fist at your side, you peer nervously at the test resting on the sink.

One line, negative.

~~~

You get your period three days later. You’ve never been happier to get your period in your life.

You immediately call JB, who laughs at your excitement, but is equally relieved.

Graduation comes and goes. Your parents never know about the scare, not until years down the line, when over Italian food and strong wine, and a ring on your finger, you tell them the story.

Jaebeom holds your hand under the table. He’s not your teenage heartthrob anymore, but rather, your husband, with the same deep voice, broad shoulders, and love for cats.

He’s still yours, in a more complete sense. You feel it when you walk down the aisle, when you move into your first house together, and when you hear the words “I love you” every night before bed. You feel it when his smile is the first thing you see, and the last thing in your mind as you dream of the future, and what it will bring.

So different than the uncertainty of 18.

#got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #jaebeom x reader #jb x reader #got7 x reader #got7 imagines #got7 fanfiction #kpop reactions #kpop scenario #kpop fluff #got7 fluff

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thequeerwitch · 5 years ago

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<OLD> Chapter 1: Her Middle Name was Troublemaker

Charlotte Russo: The Lost Angel of Empire Bay

Vito Scaletta x OC

EDIT: Hey guys, thanks for supporting this fanfic. I recently updated the outline for this fanfic which adds much more about Charlotte’s backstory and family. This version isn’t going anywhere, but if you’re interested in following Charlotte’s journey then you will have to follow the new storyline. Same story, same characters, but all new details and character interactions between Charlotte and Vito. Hope you enjoy and I hope to see you back for the new story!

Word count: 6170

Rating: M

This program includes violence and dramatizations of real events which may be disturbing to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised.

Warnings: Rape, abuse, sexual themes, violence, cursing

Lurking in the shadows of Empire Bay, organized crime families commit heinous acts in attempts to gain control of the city. Alberto Clemente, Frank Vinci, and Carlo Falcone were the kings of Empire Bay. In 1951, the families were thrown in the middle of a crime war thanks to the actions of Vito Scaletta and Joe Barbaro, up and coming mobsters who made a name for themselves during the mob war.

“They made a real name for themselves in the mob world. They were good at what they did, couldn’t ask for one without getting all three.” –Anonymous “John”

But history has erased a key piece in the puzzle, the iconic ‘Scaletta and Barbero’ duo may have in fact been a trio, including Charlotte Russo. But who is this mystery woman? What part did she play in erupting the crime war? And how was she erased from history? Learn how the most influential woman in the mafia who history has completely erased, see how she became the first made woman in the Falcone crime family, and witness how her part in the Empire Bay crime war shaped the way the mafia is run today.

“Charlotte Russo was one of the most influential women in the Mafia. She was the first made woman under the Falcone crime family in Empire Bay, and she assisted in the murder of Carlo Falcone alongside Joe Barbaro and her then boyfriend Vito Scaletta, yet her name is barely mentioned.” –Jonathan Maguire

“Scaletta, Barbaro, and Russo were a team. They held a tight bond that was uncommon in the crime world, and it pains me to see how Russo has been almost entirely erased from the picture.” –Anonymous “Mike”

But how exactly did these three young hotshots get their big break? You’d have to go back to 1942, when the three came together. Scaletta and Barbaro had known each other since childhood and both were hit hard by poverty, while Charlotte Russo grew up under a father with close ties to Frank Vinci. However, her father’s untimely death left the Russo family in desperate need of money. With her mother slowly slipping into depression and no way to contact her older sister, Charlotte was struggling to keep food on the table, let alone pay rent. At the age of 17, Charlotte turned to the Kitten Heel, a sleazy cathouse owned by an even sleazier man named Sidney Penn. Penn worked under Don Alberto Clemente and owned the Empire Bay Cab and Co., a few distilleries, and a few cat houses including The Kitten Heel.

“Sidney Penn had a bit of reputation around our area. If his girls allowed him to violate them, he paid overtime. I remember he seemed to favor Charlotte most of all, and a lot of the other girls thought she was a skank. I didn’t think that, she told me every time how much she hated it, but she was desperate to keep a roof over her head, so she did whatever she could to keep money coming in. I don’t blame her…I never did…” –Margaret Young, previous employer at The Kitten Heel and friend of Charlotte Russo

Charlotte Russo found herself working for Sidney Penn in 1940, but she resigned from The Kitten Heel the following year.

January 1943

I always hated winter. Don’t get me wrong, the snow was beautiful, and the spirit Christmas was always nice, but I hated the cold. Mr. Penn, or “The Fat Man” as the girls called him, was too cheap to buy a proper heating system for the place and it was always too cold to perform properly. The clients like hard nipples, but they don’t like goose bump coated breasts. It’s not like it was our fault, it was our jobs to flaunt our bodies in lingerie. We couldn’t control it when the cathouse was colder than a penguin’s balls, but we still had to work. When the Kitten Heel closed for the night, I went back to the changing room with my friend Margaret. My robe was wrapped tightly to my body in an attempt to cling to any warmth left in my body.

“So, my brother’s coming home for Christmas. He’s bringing his new girlfriend Katie to meet the family,” said Margaret.

“Isn’t she the one from Michigan?” I asked.

“Uhuh,” said Margaret. “It’ll probably feel like summer to her when she gets here.”

I laughed and held the door open for her. I stole a glance down the hall and met the Fat Man’s gaze. He jerked his head towards his office and entered. I sighed. “I’ll be right back, I left something on the stage.”

“Sure,” said Margaret. Her tone told me she didn’t believe me, but I didn’t care. I had to just come clean with him, tell him I was done taking this “overtime.” I knocked on the office door and heard a voice from within grunt, “Come in.”

I entered and kicked the door closed behind me. The Fat Man was leaning against the desk with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You did well tonight,” he said.

“Thank you Mr. Penn,” I said.

“So, let’s get this over with, shall we?”

He started to unbuckle his belt, but I blurted out, “No.”

He stopped and glared into my eyes. “No?”

I stood up straighter, pulled my shoulders back. “No,” I repeated, firmer this time. “I’m done taking this overtime, I don’t want you to violate my body anymore.”

The Fat Man cocked his head to the side. “I get it. You think because you’re the big shot with the perverts means you can talk back to me. You think you can do your job the way you want to, instead of listening to your employer and doing it the way I want.”

“This has nothing to do with that, I signed up to be violated by them,” I pointed back towards the stage, “Not you.”

The Fat Man stepped up to me and slapped me hard across the face. I doubled down, my hand flew to my cheek. He grabbed my hair and pinned me to the door. “You don’t get it sweetheart, working here means you work for me. If you don’t wanna do your job, I’ll be forced to terminate you.”

I hacked up a mouthful of spit and spat into his eye. His jerked down and his fingers went to his face. “Go ahead, I just gave you another reason to fire me.”

“You little slut,” he slammed my head against the door. “I own you, bitch! You’d better get that straight because there ain’t nothing that’s gonna change it!”

I pushed against his chest and he stumbled back. “Get your hands off of me! I quit, bastard! Do you hear me?”

The Fat Man straightened up and snarled at me. “Nobody talks to me like that, you hear! Nobody! Get your ass over here and apologize!“ He lunged at me and I kicked him hard in the leg, I heard a crack as my heel collided with his shin. My hand twisted around the doorknob and I fled into the hall. The girls from the dressing room looked back at me, but I didn’t have time to acknowledge them. I raced down the hall and to the back door, my heels clicked against the floorboards.

“Get back here you little slut!”

I shoved the door open and raced out to the street, the cold December air stung my cheeks. I bolted across the frozen parking lot and stopped at the sidewalk. If I could make it to the street and stop a car, I could get away. I saw two tiny pinpricks of headlights in the distance. I ran into the street and waved my arms above my head. “Stop!” The car sped closer and closer. I hopped up and down, screaming “Stop!” at the top of my lungs. The car made no attempt to stop. Well, getting run over by a car was probably a better fate than getting beaten to death, plus my mom could probably sue the driver if I died, so I closed my eyes and awaited my fate. The car screeched to a halt just as I hunched over, my hands met with the warm purr of the engine.

I looked up and a young man was getting out of the car. “What the hell lady?”

I looked down the alleyway, the Fat Man was limping over to us, a metal bat gripped in his fist. “You stupid bitch! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

I shot back to the man. “You have to help me, he’s going to kill me!”

The man cocked his head to the passenger side. “Get in.”

I ran to the passenger door and threw myself inside. Before I could close the door, the Fat Man grabbed hold of the door and grabbed my arm. I kicked him in the groin and slammed the door on his fingers. As he let go of the car, I kicked him in the head and slammed the door shut. “Step on it!” I shouted over my shoulder. The car tore down the street way above the speed limit. I sat back in the leather seat, my heart pounded against my chest so hard I thought it’d shatter my ribs.

“Who the hell was that?”

I took in a deep breath, a laugh escaping my lips. “That was my boss, and you just witnessed my resignation.”

“From the Kitten Heel?”

“Yep.”

“What’re you doing working at a sleazy place like that?”

“Desperation, mostly.”

“So, you gotta name?”

I looked over at him, and I got a good look at him for the first time. I remember he was tall when he got out of the car, he had a toned body but his clothes hung loosely on him. The clothes looked old, probably hand-me-downs. His eyes were warm, chocolate brown, but hard and calculating, they never left the road. He was olive skinned, leathery, his hands firmly gripped the steering wheel. He had a full head of soft, raven locks. He had a mole on his chin, and full lips.

“Yeah, Charlotte Russo. You?”

“Vito Scaletta. Where are you headed?”

“Little Italy, just across from an old bakery.”

“You live across from Mikey’s?”

“You know the place?”

“Know it? I used to raid the dumpster for scraps with my buddy Joe.”

“I think I remember you. Mikey was a family friend, he gave my dad free bread up until his passing.”

“I’m sorry—about your dad, I mean. I lost my old man too.”

“I’m sorry. So, you live in Little Italy?”

“I live right behind Mikey’s in a tiny apartment upstairs, right through the alley on the side. I can give you a ride over.”

“That’d be great, thank you.” We drove down the block in silence, and when I saw my apartment, I said, “You can drop me off here.” He pulled up to a gray apartment building with a stairwell running up either side to more apartments.

Vito pulled up to the apartment and as I began to get out, he stopped me. “Listen, if you need anything at all, call me.” He handed me a slip of paper with his name and number on it.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

He smiled as I got out and closed the door, and I watched as he sped down the street and rounded the corner. I sighed, my breath coming in a puff of mist, and I went upstairs and into the apartment. The blue light of the television flooded onto the stairwell as I opened the door, and I could see my mother’s hand draped over the back of the couch, a liquor bottle abandoned on the floor. I checked that she was asleep before turning off the television, picking up the bottle, and putting it on the counter.

I went to bed for the night and I woke to banging outside. I threw on a robe and slippers and I went out to the porch where my mother was stumbling about with a bucket full of soapy water and mop. Her eyes were red and puffy with dark bags lining the lower lids. From the lower apartment, I heard a gravelly voice shout, “Hey, lady! It’s six o’clock in the morning!”

My mother turned around and slurred, “You fuck off! I’m jus’ tryna keep th’ stairs clean since nobody seems ta care!”

The older gentleman down the stairs made to climb the stairs and said, “You watch your tone lady, or I’ll have you thrown out for—”

I ran down the steps and grabbed my mother’s arm, pulling her up the stairs behind me. “I’m so sorry Mr. De Costa, I promise it won’t happen again.”

He pointed a finger at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “You said that last week, and the week before that! If she doesn’t stop, I’ll call the landlord and tell him all about this, and you’ll both be out on the streets! Ya hear?!”

“Yes sir, I’m so sorry again.”

Mr. De Costa turned down the steps, slipped on the bottom, soapy step, he turned up and narrowed his eyes at me, and he stomped inside.

I went inside, took the bucket of soapy water and poured it down the tub, and I went back to the kitchen. My mother was searching through the cabinets, slamming around and making even more noise than before. “Ma, stop! You’re going to make Mr. De Costa even angrier!”

“Shut up Charlotte, you’re just tryna embarrass me in front of the neighbors!”

“Look at yourself! I’ve told you about a hundred times that you can’t just clean the stairs whenever you want, you make too much noise!”

“That moron of a lan’ lord don’t do his fuckin’ job! This place is a mess, and I’ve already called about the rats again!”

“Ma, there are no rats in this apartment. You’re just drunk again.”

My mother flopped a finger towards the corner and said, “Look! Is’ right there!”

I looked and saw a cockroach by a small hold in the wall, but no rat. I shook my head and said, “You should come and lay down.”

I went to grab her arms, but she shoved me away. “Get your hands off me! I ain’t know handicap! I can walk!”

“I wasn’t saying that—”

She began slamming cupboards again until she found a full bottle of liquor. I took it from her and said, “Ma, you shouldn’t be drinking this early.”

My mother slapped me across the face and ripped the bottle from my hand when I recoiled. She opened it and took a long swig, then slammed it back on the counter. “Don’t you ever try an’ control me, ya hear? Tha’s exactly what your bitch of a sister tried to do, and she ran away cryin’! I won’t have this in my house!”

I straightened up, my cheek still burning. “You know what, fine. If you’re going to continue being irrational and drinking away my hard earned money—”

She scoffed. “What hard earned money? For shakin’ your tits in men’s faces? You stupid whore!”

“I’m done. I’ve had it with your drinking and you constant insults!” I turned and grabbed the slip of paper with Vito’s number on it. I began changing as I called him and told him to come get me, and when I hung up, I began packing a bag of clothes.

My mother sauntered into the room, her bottle of liquor now half empty. “Who was that? Where d’you think you’re going?”

“Anywhere that’s not here.”

“You can’t leave me! I’ll kill myself if you leave!”

“I don’t care. Alessandra didn’t care when—”

“Don’t you ever use that name in my presence, ya hear? She abandoned us!”

I closed my bag, took my change purse, and I shoved past her. “She didn’t leave us mom, she left you.”

“You’re just like your father! You stupid whore!”

I dropped my bag, ripped the bottle of liquor from her hands, and I smashed it against the wall. “You’re a crazy bitch who was never there for me. Why would I want to hang around when all I do is get insulted and punched around?”

Something flashed over my mother’s face and clawed at her features, turning her shocked expression into an evil snarl. “You’ll regret that!” She made to punch me, but I backed out of the way and she sent her fist into the wall. I backed up and grabbed me bag, I grabbed a coat from the closet, and I fled from the apartment, down the stairs, and out to the street. I looked behind me to check if she was following me as I turned into the alley, and I ran into someone. I looked up and met Vito’s gaze. His hands came to my shoulders and he said, “Hey, are you okay?”

As if on que, my mother threw the door open and began screaming at me in Italian, calling me every nasty name in the book. Mr. De Costa came out and shouted, “That’s it! I’m calling the cops! You and your daughter are out of here!”

“Mr. De Costa, you don’t have to worry about me anymore,” I said. “I’m sorry to leave my mother for the cops to scrape up.”

“You come and collect this bitch! I’m not—”

“Hey, who’re you calling a bitch, you stupid idiot?” my mother chimed in.

Vito pulled at my arm. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here.”

I nodded and walked with him down the alley and across to a tiny diner. We each ordered a coffee and talked for a bit.

“So, what happened to that car of yours?”

“Oh, uh…I seem to have misplaced it.”

I chuckled, my eyebrow raising. “You misplaced your car?”

“Yeah, it seems to have disappeared.”

“Y’think is was stolen?” I asked.

“Maybe, but what are the police gonna do?”

“Yeah, good point.” I sipped on my coffee and rubbed my cheek where my mother hit me. “What am I gonna do? I was already worried about getting a new job, but where am I gonna go?”

“Y’know, an apartment just above me opened up. I can see about getting you in there.”

“That’s really sweet Vito, but I don’t know how I’m gonna make rent at the moment.”

He hesitated a moment, the said, “How desperate are you for money?”

I scoffed. “Do I have to remind you where exactly you picked me up from last night?”

“Hypothetically speaking, how willing would you be to, I dunno, break the law?”

“Depends one what laws we’re breaking?”

“Would you be willing to steal?”

“Absolutely.”

“My buddy Joe and I have been in a bit of a rut lately, and we were considering attempting to rob a storefront tonight. You interested?”

I hesitated for a moment, weighing my options, and I finally said, “What percentage would I get?”

Vito Scaletta had invited Charlotte Russo to join him and Joe Barbaro in robbing storefronts. The three worked well together. Barbaro was the muscle, Scaletta was the brains, and Russo was the look out. Russo and Scaletta developed an especially strong bond as lovers, and the trio got along well for a while until Scaletta was arrested. With the choice of jail time or enlistment in the US Army, Scaletta chose to join the army and was assigned to the 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment. It would be two years until the three were reunited, and in the meantime, Barbero and Russo took up work with Alberto Clemente.

February 1945

It was warm inside the train station, but it was also muggy. It beat standing out in the snow, but it was uncomfortable as hell. “D’you see him?” I asked.

“No,” said Joe, next to me. “Wait—nevermind, it’s not him.”

I shook my head and stood on my toes. I couldn’t grasp how Joe was so comfortable in his thick coat while standing in here. I had to remove my own coat to avoid heat stroke. I scanned the crowd, looking for Vito to emerge from one of the trains, and I bounced on the balls of my feet with excitement. “He should be here any minute.” My heart raced in my chest, kicking me like a hummingbird’s wings. A train pulled into the station and Joe and I watched as a young man in a tan soldier’s uniform stepped out. I let out a shaky sigh. “That’s him!” Vito spotted Joe and I at the end of the crowd. I raced into the center and met him in a small clearing. Vito dropped his bag and pulled me into his arms, swaying me back and forth and planting kisses along my cheeks and neck. I pulled away and kissed him briefly before Joe broke us up and shook Vito’s hand. “Hey, there’s the soldier boy!” he said.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” asked Vito.

“I got my sources,” said Joe. “C’mon, I know you’re itching to get home but let’s grab some drinks real fast.”

“Sure,” said Vito.

Charlotte Russo assisted in the theft of the federal ration stamps, got Scaletta and Barbaro into a jewelry store to rob it for their wares, and eventually assisted in the murder of Sidney “The Fat Man” Pen.

“The fat bastard deserved what he got coming to him, he was a disgusting man and everyone at the cathouse hated him. The girls at the cathouse went out and celebrated our unemployment when we heard he’d died. I guess at the time, we assumed Charlotte hadn’t gone with us to celebrate because she was sick. I didn’t think she’d actually had something to do with his death…my god…” –Margaret Young, previous employer at The Kitten Heel and friend of Charlotte Russo

April 1945

Sidney Penn, that fat fuck who violated me and other girls with the excuse of, “overtime.” The minute I laid eyes on him, the vile sense of spite flooded through my veins and I felt my eyebrows furrow into a sickening snarl. The fat bastard whimpered and pleaded, “Please…I gotta wife!”

Henry put the barrel of his gun in Sidney’s mouth. “You should’ve thought about your wife before. Don Clemente sends his regards.”

A single gunshot silenced the bastard’s cries and Henry groaned, he crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around his leg.

My body went hot with rage and I felt as though my mind fled my body. Next to me, Joe said, “You stupid fuck, you’ll be sorry!”

Through tunneled vision, I saw the three of us raise our guns and empty our barrels into the fat man’s head and body. I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings, my whole body felt numb and I couldn’t hear anything, as if my head was submerged in blood. I kept firing, each pull of the trigger unleashing a new layer of pain and anger that I hadn’t realized was rooted within me. Anger that eventually stopped feeling targeted towards the portly corpse before me, anger towards my mother, my sister, and the entirety of Empire Bay. I finally felt a pair of warm hands close around my shoulders, and one slide to my wrist, my hand was still pulling the trigger even though my gun had been long since emptied. My hand began to shake, and suddenly the numbness faded to anguish, my fingers clenched around the grip and I threw the gun at his head.

“Charlotte,” said Vito. “He’s dead now, honey. You’re okay.”

I looked down at my hands, then up to Vito.

He nodded, trying to reassure me, “It’s okay, you’re okay. We need to get Henry to a hospital now, c’mon.”

I could only muster enough energy to nod, and I went and picked up my gun. I looked down at the fat man one last time, and I spat down at him before I turned and followed Joe and Vito out of the distillery.

Vito drove and I got in the passenger seat while Joe stayed with Henry in the back. We sped to the mob doctor just in the nick of time, and we dropped of Joe and Henry. The drive home felt longer than usual, and the silence clawed at my skin and made my squirm.

As we drew nearer to Joe’s apartment, Vito broke the silence. “Y’know what, I don’t really feel like going back home.” When I didn’t respond, he said, “Charlotte?”

“No, neither do I. I need a drink,” I said.

“Me too,” he said, and we drove passed the apartment. We pulled up to a small bar and went inside, we each got a beer and we sat in silence. The alcohol felt nice, and it didn’t taste half bad either. I drank until I could feel the buzz kick in, and then we munched on fried, listening to the music in the jukebox drone on and the chatter of people float around the room.

Vito took a swig from his bottle and sat back in his seat. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Better now,” I said.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?”

I shot a quick glance over my shoulder and said to him, “Not here.”

“Yeah, right,” he said. I began to reach for my wallet but he slapped a bill on the table before I could look inside, he said, “Don’t you dare, put it away,” with a wink. I didn’t have the energy to argue so I just did as he said and left with him. He took my hand as we walked to the car, he opened up the passenger door for me, then we got in and we drove off. He drove up into the richer neighborhood, and we went further until we got to the top of a hill. Vito stopped at the guardrail and turned the engine off. I stared up at the crescent moon, feeling the buzz of alcohol waning on me. I got out of the car and approached the guardrail, and silver light of the moon contrasted the golden lights of the city, and stars twinkled overhead. It wasn’t until I felt Vito’s hands on my shoulders that I realized he’d gotten out of the car. I reached up and squeezed his fingers on one hand, leaving my other arm wrapped around my body. I took a step back into his warm chest and he wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin rested on my shoulder.

“Talk to me doll,” he whispered.

I squeezed my eyes shut and a tears dripped down my cheek. “That was my old manager, Vito, the one from The Kitten Heel. He violated all of his girls, but he took a special liking to me. It was my job; if I didn’t let him take advantage of me, I was fired. That night when you found me, I’d had enough and I told him to go to hell. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, and I ran. I thought that would be the end of it, but…” I paused and wiped a tear from my cheek. “All of that anger, and the fear, and the hatred, it all just surfaced when I saw his ugly face, and I hate to admit how excited I was to see that fate fuck get what he had coming to him. When he shot Henry, I just lost it. It was like everything came up, everything from him to my mother, all of my hatred, I let it out onto him…and I’m scared that I’ll lose myself if I don’t keep that part of me locked away.”

Vito pressed his lips to my temple. He came around to stand in front of me, the silver light of the moon cut across his features and darkened half of his body in shadows. He raised his hand and gently caressed my cheek. “It’s okay, he can’t hurt you or anyone else now. And I know you, Charlotte. I know that you’re one of the strongest people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. When you get down to it, you’ve got a good heart.”

I scoffed. “A good heart? Neither of us are saints, Vito.”

“No, but I know that’s what you’re afraid of. You’re not about to let go of your humanity, you still have a lot of heart. It’s how I know I’m still human. At the end of the day, I love you, I love my ma and my sister, and I love Joe. We all have each other, and that’s all that matters.”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist. I pressed my head into his chest and listened to heart, his strong arms encased me in his warmth and his soft lips grounded me. I raised my head and met his lips, and heat sprouted in the pit of my stomach. A passionate warmth ignited in my heart, and I lit his fire with mine. We parted and I pressed my forehead against his. He said, “You’re too good for me Charlotte, and I love you.”

“I love you too, Vito.”

Shortly after the murder of Sidney Pen, Vito Scaletta was arrested for the theft and distribution of federal ration stamps and sentenced to ten years in Hartmann Federal Penitentiary. While Joe Barbaro moved on to do bigger schemes, it’s unknown what happened to Russo between the time Scaletta was imprisoned and when he was released.

“The thing about this case is that Russo was never prosecuted for assisting in the distribution of the gas stamps. It’s as if Scaletta took the fall for her.” –Jonathan Maguire

“I was there when Henry Tomasino gave Charlotte and Vito the assignment. She didn’t go to get the stamps, but she helped distribute them when we found out we only had about an hour to get them all out. She took half and distributed them across the east and north side of the city, while Vito went across the southern and western side of Empire Bay. But if you wanna know what I think happened, I think Scaletta and Tomasino did something to give her extra protection. ” –Anonymous “Mike”

June 1945

Vito came out and sat across from me, a thin chain-link cage separating us. His hair was shaved down nearly to the head, only a thin layer of stubble covered his scalp, and he wore a blue jumpsuit. He smiled as he saw me and he sat down.

“Hi Vito,” I said.

“Hey doll. How’re things in the free world?”

“They’re rather dull without you. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” he said. “How’s Joe?”

“I haven’t talked to him in awhile.” I looked around and then leaned closer. I said in the faintest whisper, “I just can’t bring myself to do the things we used to do. ‘They’ won’t give me any big jobs to do and it’s starting to get tiring doing the same small jobs. I know if you were here, you’d be able to get me better work.” I leaned back and smiled at him. “So how’re things inside?”

“It’s different, and it’s lousy.”

“Well, that’s what you get for committing a felony,” I teased with a wink.

“Don’t lecture me, Frankie already did that a few weeks ago…” he trailed off, his eyes narrowing toward his hands.

“Vito, I heard about your mother. I’m so sorry. I’ve been checking in on your sister ever since. She and her new husband, Eric, they’re doing well. She told me to send her love.”

“About that Charlotte…” He looked into my eyes, a pained look set into his face. “Y’know with Frankie going off and a finding husband to settle down with, it got me thinking about us.”

My heart raced, a smile spread across my face. “I’ve been thinking about us too.”

“You know I love you,” he said.

“I know, I love you too.”

“You know I want to make you happy.”

I nodded. “You always do, just by being here.” He’s going to say it, he wants to marry me when he gets out.

He swallowed hard. “But we’ll be separated for a long time Charlotte.”

“I’ll always be here to visit you though. I can always check in and see you.”

“I know, but I think you should try and, y’know, settle down with someone nice.”

My heart stopped for a moment. “W-What?”

“A guy like me can’t make you happy from here. You still have time to live a normal life. You can find a man who’ll love you just as much if not more than I love you, and he’ll spoil you with gifts and give you children. He could make you happy, and give you a better life than I could.”

Tears prickled behind my eyelids. “Vito, I can’t! Wh-Why would you say that?”

“Charlotte, I love you so much. But they say that if you love something, you have to set it free. You still have an opportunity to turn your life around. You can live a normal life.”

“But I don’t want a normal life, I want you.”

“Charlotte, I still have nine years here. By then you could have a family, a husband and kids. You have an internal clock that’s ticking.”

“You don’t understand, I want that with you! I can wait for you, I can get a decent job right now and save up money, and when you get out we can start over. I’ll do anything, just don’t do this, please!”

“You don’t have to do any of that for me. If you want to do one thing for me, I just want you to have a good life. Just do that for me.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment until a guard came to take him away. Vito and I both stood at the same time and I put my hand against the cage. “I love you Vito.”

He placed his hand on top of mine and curled his fingers around mine. “I love you too.”

The guards took him back and I was left staring at the cage. My heart sank out of my body and as I left the penitentiary, I left it there with Vito. I got in my car and sat at the steering wheel. My fingers hovered over the key, but the tears flowed down my face before I could start the car. I sat at the steering wheel sobbing into my sleeves for god knows how long. When I finally composed myself, I dried my eyes on some spare napkins and I drove back home. I dug through my closet and found my old show dresses and lingerie. My fingers coiled around the lace, wrinkling the fabric into my fists.

A week later I had a job at The Blissful Angel, one of the nicer cat houses in town. It was much larger than The Kitten Heel with a long stage and a small band to play music. It was all I knew how to do other than rob storefronts, and I couldn’t bring myself to go back to that life without him. To my pleasure, I found Margaret was working there as well. She filled me in that The Kitten Heel had closed down a few weeks prior, said the Fat Man had a massive heart attack and his wife sold the place to get whatever money she could. I pretended to believe it, she didn’t need to know I had a part in his death. Having Margaret with me helped me transition back into the old life. I stayed with her for a few weeks, then got an apartment on my own. It was easier going back to my old ways with a familiar face.

A few months after I got the job at The Blissful Angel, I saw a familiar face come into the house. Joe and a few others stumbled in, clearly already tipsy, and Joe beckoned me over. We went into one of the back rooms, but thankfully he didn’t want that from me.

“Where the hell have you been kid?” he asked. “Ever since Vito got the can, you’ve been real distant lately.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” I murmured.

“What happened? I went to visit him a few days ago and he said you two’d gotten into a fight, that you hadn’t visited him since.”

“Please Joe, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Like hell you’re not. I thought you were my friend!” I gasped and covered my eyes to catch my tears. He shook his head. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really frustrated right now with this.”

I pressed my lips together, breathing slowly to prevent myself from crying and ruining my makeup. “He told me to move on from him, that I should think about settling down with a nice man and living a normal life. I can’t do that Joe, Vito is my whole life. You and him are my best friends.”

“Then don’t. I can get you hooked up with my new boss. I’m working with Carlo Falcone now. We can get you a good position.”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t go back to that life. For now, I’m just trying to scrape together whatever I can.”

“Are you going somewhere?”

“I’m gonna try to get out of here.”

“Where’re you gonna go?”

“I dunno, I haven’t thought about it. Maybe I’ll track down my sister, Alessandra, but I’m gonna go as far as money will take me.”

“Hey, you don’t have to do that. I can hook you up with my boss, we’ll get you some good work.”

“Just…just forget about me Joe. Forget you ever knew me.”

“Charlotte,” he began.

“Joe, please.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Fine. You want to break up our team, I won’t stop you.” As he left, I sat on the bed with my face in my hands. I took in deep breaths as the wave of anguish passed, and not a tear was shed. I sat up with my head high and my eyebrows furrowed. As I stood, I straightened out my dress, I put on my most seductive face, and I stepped out of the private room and onto the stage for my number.

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grocery shopping with svt

a/n: i!! went grocery shopping with my friends and suddenly got inspiration lol enjoy sorry the lengths are uneven AHAHAHA ( can be idol or non idol au )

Seungcheol

i feel he kinda tries to get only what’s on the shopping list

but he fails miserably at it

“we came here for eggs and rice only!”

“but the ramyeon... is on sale...”

carries all the shopping bags because he insists that he should do it

and even if he doesn’t insist, it kinda becomes the norm for him to carry

Jeonghan

he doesn’t go grocery shopping until you’re down to the very last ramyeon packet or the last cup of orange juice

when he realises, he immediately rushes out with you to go shopping

like you’re just chilling and suddenly

BAM

“we need to go shopping tonight.”

“sure”

he tries to buy as much as possible in one go so he doesn’t need to go again so soon??

y’all struggle a little carrying so many bags back to the dorm/house/apartment but he insists it’s better to struggle at once than to go all the time

yes i really had to use this gif for jeonghan

Jisoo

so you two go shopping pretty normally

it’s nothing super special

but he likes to shop with one hand holding the basket and the other holding yours

soft bb i love shua i mean who doesnt

and you guys talk about your day as you shop

about the cute cat you petted on your way to school/work

or about the new project hes working on

or sometimes you even complain about those stupid classmates/coworkers or at how annoying it is that the train was delayed

and as you’re complaining, he quietly adds some strawberries and chocolate into the basket

because the moment you go home, he rushes to make some nice strawberry chocolate desserts because he knows you love them

and he just wants to make you feel better and make sure you end your day well!

and after a delicious dinner that you may or may not have cooked together,

you two fall asleep satisfied with your tummy filled, and cuddled together under the warm blanket

Jun Hui

sneaky boi he makes sure you two eat before shopping so you’re not hungry and impulse buy

psychological stuff yo

he’s not cheap he just wants to stick to the list

because if not i feel he just impulse buys a lot ;;

you: hey im gonna go grocery shopping tomorrow, you wanna come?

him: !!! yes!! but after dinner

you: sure sounds good

it usually works pretty well

just that sometimes he gets so excited about dinner with you that you two completely forget to go grocery shopping

smh cuties

it ends up you have to go on a completely different day

even then sometimes he makes a booking for a nice restaurant that’s nowhere near a supermarket

and the process repeats

but how can you blame him? he just loves spending time with you

hes a cute dork hes the best

Soonyoung

hes the one who wants you to sit in the trolley and pretends its a racecar

going nYOOOOOOM down the aisles and drifting to the next one

you kinda fear for your life

but don’t worry hes got it under control!

for the most part.

there was this one time he accidentally let go of you and you went right into a tower of chocolate powder tins.

it was super embarrassing and no one stops teasing either of you over it.

you two raced in the grocery store a little less after that but still occasionally do have your fun!

Wonwoo

you know the video of the dude making ikea puns with his gf?

yeah that’s wonwoo in the grocery store

and he does it in this really monotonous voice

“hey... do you think we should’ve taken a trolley instead of a basket?”

“hm? why?”

“i don’t think we have mushroom left”

“...”

his nose scrunches up in his iconic laugh and you have to laugh because hes so adorable!!!!

“but really, i think we need a trolley instead”

Jihoon

the type to go to the grocery store and stand in the freezer aisle for ten minutes in the summer

he’s not browsing he just wants free aircon

hes also the one who sees grocery shopping as a chore the most. :(

if hes alone he tends to just grab what he needs and get out as quickly as possible

but if hes with you he doesn’t mind have to stay a little longer and ponder over which type of ramyeon he wants most that week or which packaging of cola he wants to have today

he wont say it, but if it gives him an excuse to spend a little more time with you, he’ll stay

Ming Hao

the one whos a master at finding discounts and the most “worth-it” item.

you: “let’s just get the 4 pack one...”

hes keying it into his phone calculator

“no no this is better. buy 5 get 1 free”

he just puts it in the trolley and you go with it

you: hm. looks like the cereal price increased a little...

him: the cereal whAT?!??! excuse me who the Fuck decided they can do this

“boi u can buy gucci???? but not a little more pricey cereal????????”

“look ok-”

Mingyu

hes the main reason i wanted to write this ok

as a man who can cook, he must go grocery shopping once a week

he likes to drag you along

if you’re short he likes to tease you because you can’t reach things

like you’re halfway diving into the icecream freezer because the icecream you want is at the very back and he’ll just be giggling for a bit

of course he helps you in the end what a gentleman

lol jk he puts it even further at the back

because he really loves seeing your cute pout and you hitting him lightly in annoyance

and he really just likes to spend time with you so he drags this on for as long as possible until he finally helps and passes you the icecream you wanted

ugh im so soft for bf!mingyu :(

Seokmin

he does the thing that dude in the vine does where he pronounces everything weirdly

i can see him doing it in his high tone rap voice too

“yo look at these kehloggeh’s frosetitties flakuhs”

“ras kraspas yo”

i really dont know how to write what hes saying forgive me

and sometimes he will pronounce regular korean words in a really bad foreigner accent??

“당근 구매하자” -> “danggoon gumayhayjya” pardon google translate

overall super fun to shop with and always makes you laugh while shopping

Seungkwan

i feel that... he (like minghao) tries to buy food at a cheaper rate...

to the point he buys wholesale.

he also likes to phone his mom a lot

mama boo knows whats best

whatever she suggests, he will buy straight away, and he’ll make sure to get enough for you too

except cucumber and tomato

he steers very clear of those

Hansol

the worst at grocery shopping sorry

like you HAVE to go together because if you don’t,

hes just walking around with his headphones in and spacing out while looking for some peanut butter idk (like im sure yall seen the clap choreo video)

cute

when you go shopping together, he makes sure to take out his earphones but he likes to hum a lot when you guys shop

he also likes to talk a lot about new artists he’s into and songs he likes!

and even though it’s been a long day and you had to go shopping or starve,

because it’s his voice, you feel at peace and like all the stress has left you

hes your healing <3

Chan

a little different and cliche this is way longer than expected

you were shopping late at night and realised you wanted to buy some squid for supper

you go to the seafood section and are relieved to see there’s just one left

sp you run to it but you grab it at the same time as some really cute guy

the two of you look at each other for a while in awkwardness but he finally lets go and says “sorry, you can have it”

mc why didnt u talk to him

the next week you went again for shopping but guess what happened at the fruit aisle this time?

the dude from before is there and he grabbed the same pack of blueberries!

he lets you take it once again

and this just keeps happening all the time, even when you try to go at different times??

sometimes he lets you take it sometimes he asks for it claiming “the hyungs will kill me” whatever that means

one day he’s with a friend and the moment they see you, they start walking to you very quickly

??? two cute guys coming closer what they doin

the friend pushes him to you and tells him “ok chan go talk to the cute person”

he very awkwardly goes “hi i’m lee chan and uh... well i think you’re pretty cute. could we go shopping together sometimes?”

he’s nervous and blushing and cute and hoW CAN YOU SAY NO

it’s the start of the cutest relationship

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lilbasedqueen · 5 years ago

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story of my fucking life

First off I wanna start by saying my intention on putting this all out in the open isn’t to tarnish whatever pedestal some people might hold Adam upon. I should’ve have seen from the beginning that he was nothing but a literal walking garbage can.

Adam and I met in September of 2015, at Jamba Juice. He was my manager at the time and not shortly after he quit and I took his job. Somewhere down the line (maybe 5 months) I met and stupidly started dating Adams roommate. This OF COURSE made Adam jealous, because he saw someone have something he wanted, someone who at the time didn’t want him back. Anyway, that shit DID NOT work out, if I ever met anyone WORSE than Adam, it’s Joe. Don’t ever fw a Taurus who’s also a recovering addict, it don’t work. No matter how hard I tried to help him, he never wanted it, never accepted it, I’d bet all the $ in the world he relapsed.

After things ended between Joe and I, I would still talk to and hit up Adam, mainly because he sold me weed. Now at this time, Adam had a girlfriend who he had moved out here from Hawaii and was living with him in the apartment that eventually became ours. I’m not exactly sure what the reasoning was for her leaving, but something made her go back home and thats when Adam and I started messing around. I should’ve took the fact that he so willingly cheated on this girl he was SOOOO IN LOVE WITH as a huge red flag but apparently I’m just as stupid as he is.

February 2016 was the first time Adam and I had sex, when we officially started dating and when I should’ve seen the signs of his narcissistic, emotionally abusive ways. When we first got together it was all about sex drugs and alcohol. I’m not gonna go deeeep into it, cause some stuff really is better left unsaid and unknown, but we spent the majority of almost everyday together drunk and high. We’d drive out to lake mead, Nelson’s landing, state line and back, intoxicated. I had become so infatuated with this BOY who gave me free weed and took me wherever I wanted, I got undeniably caught up in the moment and never once thought about how things would be down the line.

Fast forward to April 2016, my 22nd birthday. That night was when everything started going wrong. My debit card got stolen out of my wallet by someone I thought of like family, someone I trusted. That person, you know who you are, I will never EVER forgive them. Anyway, after that happened, I lost my bank account and all my money with it AND THEN Adam and I came home one day to find the apartment emptied of almost everything, roommates gone. They just packed up and left and I assume it was because of me. Joe was still living there even after Adam and I started dating, talk about awkward. So after these guys moved out and the other fucked me over, it was just Adam, Cloud and I, in a three bedroom apartment we couldn’t afford.

I had started working, Adam had gotten fired from his job. It was just us living off an 8.50/hr paycheck every two weeks.We could hardly afford to eat, but eventually Adam got a job at a restaurant as a server and things were starting to look up...until I first caught him hitting up girls/older women off of Craigslist sex. This continued throughout the entirety of our relationship, while I was pregnant, while I was in labor, and after. He spent the past three years only caring about himself and his shrimp dick.

So, after my first initial catching him talking to bitches, he got his phone shut off and eventually pawned it to pay rent...but somehow he was still managing to meet girls (through his job). I realize how much of an idiot I was and am, for not leaving, for believing his lies of changing, for falling in love with him. He’s become far to comfortable, and any chance he got of me leaving the house, he’d bring a girl up into our room, into our home. We went through about 8-9 roommates before we ended up on our own, and every single person would tell me the same thing: “He doesn’t deserve you.” At a point we had 6 people living in a 3 bedroom apartment, Adam and I had broken up, he broke up with me ONLY so he could fuck a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL in our house.

Let’s jump ahead, to September 2017, when I found out I was carrying this bum ass niggas baby. My initial reaction was fear, I had never EVER EVER wanted to be pregnant, especially by someone like him, but I was...and I couldn’t even get the pregnancy terminated which was my first choice. How shitty dos that sound? I so badly wanted away from this dude I was gonna have a whole ass abortion to do it. I was 24w pregnant and had only 3 months to completely GROW UP. I had to stop smoking, and drinking, which I had been doing up until the day we found out. Adam and I made a pact that if I couldn’t get high or drunk then neither could he...y’all could imagine how well that worked out. We were now living with his brother and his girlfriend, Adam was working at Carl’s Jr. and WAS STILL CHEATING ON ME WITH CRAIGSLIST WHORES. I just could not believe his thought process, what type of dude cheats on their pregnant girlfriend?! At this point, I was so far along in my pregnancy it was almost like I HAD TO STAY, he made me believe that everything would be different once that baby was earthside.

March, 2018. Zander was born in December and was now three months old. Hold onto your seats cus this where shit gets JUICY. So by this time we had moved out of his brothers house and into a real house, with my friends mom. Adam was now working at Levis, since he just up and quit Carl’s Jr. He was finally making decent money, working good hours to help and PROVIDE for his family like a man should. A friend of his had gave him this cheap ass Obama phone, since he didn’t have one, so that I could call and text him when needed. He hardly ever used that phone to contact me, but instead he again WAS FINDING PPL OFF CRAIGSLIST TO FUCK. Me being the curious cat that I am, I went and looked in that phone to see just who he was talking to and again this is when I should’ve left. Adam was now not only cheating on me with FEMALES, but this dude was LEGITIMATELY hitting up other guys. He was texting someone named Alex, who I at the time assumed was a girl but me being the spy that I am, I put that phone number into my phone and it popped up on Snapchat AS A DUDE!!

So, the year went on and our relationship at this point is nonexistent. I harbored so much hate and anger and resentment toward him I had absolutely no tears left to shed over him and his disgusting ways. By August of 2018, we had moved out of the house, and into the co do we are still currently in. He was at Levis from May 2017 until November, fired yet again from another job. In December he started working at FedEx, and my health was the worst it had ever been. I wasn’t eating, hardly sleeping, my headaches were completely incapacitating me, I couldn’t care for myself let alone my child. I was alone at night from 5-11 while he went to work at FedEx, alone and in pain and left to care for a baby.

Three days before Zanders first birthday, I woke up at 4am on Thursday morning, got out of bed and fell to the ground, where I started having a partial seizure, awake and aware of every going on, unable to move or speak. I was completely STUCK on the ground almost the whole entire time while I waited for my dad to pick me up and take me to the ER. I was in the worst pain of my life, and honestly wished I would’ve just died so I did t have to feel like that anymore. I was brought back to surgery around I think noon, came out around 2pm. Anesthesia is a HELL OF A DRUG, that shit is so crazy bro, almost as crazy as all the shit I put up with.

You’d think after having BRAIN SURGERY, your boyfriend would do anything he could to make life easier for you but shit just went back to the way it always has been. I was the one cleaning, taking care of the baby, cooking, taking care of the dogs. I JUST GOT OUT OF THE HOSPITAL FROM BRAIN SURGERY and it was back to how shit had always been. All things considered I was feeling better, but it was shitty having your significant other not give a shit about you or your health. Dude could hardly be bothered to visit me in the hospital I had to BEG him to come see me.

Now, we jump ahead to today...2019 and I’ve again caught him on CL hitting up people. At this point Adam is again UNEMPLOYED, hasn’t had a job since March. We haven’t paid Mays rent, can’t pay bills or buy food because he uses MY ebt card as if it’s his. Now, I say people because at this point I have no clue if it’s guys or girls he’s trying to talk to. I had about two other more times where I saw gay stuff that rose my suspicions as to whether or not Adam like boys...I mean I hook up with girls so what’s to be embarrassed about? Right now is May 23, 3 days ago I was on my email on MY PHONE, checking emails like anyone else would, when I saw yet again something from Craigslist. Emails exchanged since JANUARY up until now, between Adam and another guy, talking about stuff they’ve done, Adam asking him if he wants to suck his dick again, and if they can smoke. I realize one reason for his actions is Adams extreme addiction to cannabis. He hits up people online to ‘party and play’, who tf ever thinks their baby daddy is a closet homosexual? People say you can’t be addicted to weed but I assure this nigga is an addict. When he’s not high he’s grumpy and rude and takes everything out on everyone but once he smokes his whole mf mood changes.

I literally feel like my whole last four years of my life is a movie. Who the hell finds out their boyfriend cheated on them with MEN? lol wtf bro, is this even real? But yes, it is, so very real and so very much my life. Adam and I broke up two days ago, and unfortunately for me, I got no where else to go. So for all of you who constantly ask me if I’m okay, if everything’s alright, NO IM NOT OKAY, no everything’s not alright. My life is a fucking prison, and I have nowhere to go to escape him and his absolute toxic ways.

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latinegro · 6 years ago

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Trigger Warning

I really believe that you can tell all about a person from the way they drive. Actually, I think I know everything I need to know by simply seeing a person operate a vehicle. You have those people who drive safely because they are conscious of the fact that there are rules of the road. They are the people who are too timid to change lanes for fear that anything than bigger than a jeep is going to bear down on them. Then you have the cavalier motherfuckers who give no fucks about you on the road.

It's those cavalier people that I really cannot stand. They’re the ones that will zig-zag on the Saw Mill Parkway just to avoid any kind of traffic as if there are more than two lanes. They are the fuckers who will ride your ass no matter if you’re in the fast lane or slow lane just so you can get out of the way. I really hate those people.

Sometimes, just for giggles I will slow down and pin them between lanes especially if abuela in the green caddy next to me is going 15 miles an hour on Fort Washington. Then you see how fast motherfuckers want to get by you by swerving into oncoming traffic.

So there is no wonder that I’m fuming right now that this asshole just took my parking spot. You know how long it takes to find parking in Washington Heights? Granted I had to go to Nyack today for a cookout. I wanted to get back in time to find parking but it’s a Saturday and no one is trying to move. I found a spot right across the street from my building and as I’m about to make a U-turn, this prick comes from behind and makes a fast U-turn into my spot as I’m about to pull into it.

He’s fucking dead wrong and he knows it. I call him an asshole and he shrugs it off and smiles. I watch him as he gets out the car and closes the front door. I feel all this anger boiling over. It has been a bad fucking week. I’ve had to handle a bunch of babies at work that cannot take the fact I’m younger than them and giving them orders. My girlfriend, Monica, texted me last night that we have to talk and I already know what that means. My student loans are about to kick back in big time because all my forbearances are used up. I’m so fucked and right now, it would’ve been nice if I had just this one thing go right for me.

It takes me another 45 minutes to find parking. I got lucky by finding a spot along Broadway and Dongan Place. Normally I have a strategy for all this. Sometimes I will just circle a 10 block radius to see if anyone is leaving. They have to eventually, it’s a Saturday night. People will leave to go wherever they go or I have to simply wait at a fire hydrant for someone who doesn’t live in the neighborhood to leave and go back home. Which eventually does happen as some white lady and her black boyfriend pulls out of a spot that I immediately take.

I turn off the car and just stare at my phone. Monica apparently doesn’t believe it has taken me over an hour to find parking. I forget that she doesn’t live around here. She is perfectly fine in her Syracuse apartment where all it does there is fucking snow. This is what I get for having a long distance relationship. She never trusts me and I can’t stand it. I’m almost thirty years old and I think I deserve the benefit of the doubt. Monica thinks I have a crush on one of her chapter sisters, Yesenia, which is absurd.

I walk down Broadway texting Monica reassuring her that I am indeed walking home. I even send her a snap chat proving my exact location. Yeah, I’m not even sure why I’m with her. She’s this very hot Peruvian woman I met when I was up there for a Career Fair. I don’t go up there to hit on college girls but the business suit she had on made me think twice about what I majored in. Of course, we exchange glances and then she gives me her resume. Monica was never actually qualified for the job. I work for the bank that buys other banks, so there is no way we were going to be remotely interested in a pre-med major. But what I was interested in was those legs.

I look up from my phone and there’s that car in that parking spot that I wanted. It is still there. A dirty red Chevy Sonic that’s parked wrong with the back tire on the curb. I stop to look at the car. You can tell there is a film of greenish soot like this dude parked under a tree for a week. I can still feel my anger bubbling over. This is what I get for being cheap and opting out of the monthly parking fee that building offers.

I should keep walking right?

I realize I look crazy standing here so I pull out my wireless headphones and connect them to my phone. If anyone comes walking by, I can at least pretend that I’m on the phone. This is New York City, it isn’t uncommon to see people talk to themselves but people will stare unless they think you’re on the phone. Then pedestrians will completely ignore you. But, this doesn’t solve my issue of what to do.

Should I pee on this car? That’s totally classless but I really do have to take a leak. I can just light up asshole’s car really good because it could use some liquid. It hasn’t rained in about three weeks which means this car is gonna smell too. The only real issue it that I have a problem with public urination. Imagine me pissing out in the street when I hate to see other people do it.

I put my hand in my pocket and pull out my keys. I should key this motherfucker’s car. I know all this shit seems real petty right now, but I really need to release this anger that I have. I could draw on this dude’s car right now and not give a fuck about it. I look around to make sure no one sees me. I would have to make this real quick. I’m not only looking out for this asshole but I’m looking out for the police too. I really don’t want to give them a reason to shoot another black man. They just killed a guy in his car a few weeks ago for refusing to leave it. Fuck that.

Wait.

I’m classier than this. I have a corporate job. I work down by South Ferry. I make six figures and I live in the white part of Washington Heights. Why would I do this? More importantly, what would my dad do? Yup, he would walk away. My father was a disciplined Military man that took shit from nobody. God bless his soul. I tried my best to live up to the standards he instilled in me. I will just go upstairs and deal with my feelings.

I finally walk into my building and check the mail. Way too many bills but at least my new Playboy came in… you know, the magazine that doesn’t do nude pictures anymore. I may need to cancel my subscription to this crap. I walk into the elevator and push 6. I live on the top floor. This is not a penthouse apartment but it’s pretty decent for a two bedroom all to myself. I still hear the chimes coming from my phone. Monica is not giving this a rest. Ok, I will admit that I haven’t been the best boyfriend. That trip to Punta Cana was probably ill-advised but my buddy had his bachelor party there and what was I gonna do? Not go? Come on.

I get out of the elevator and I immediately get smacked with the aroma of arroz con gandules. Mrs Garcia must be at it again. That woman is the best cook in the building. I’m just fortunate that she offers her food since she knows I come home late from work every day. She doesn’t like the girlfriend because Monica doesn’t cook. Apparently, I remind her of her grandson.

I walk over to my apartment and let myself in. The lights are on in the living room but the rest of the apartment is dark with the exception for the bedroom. I can see a faint blue light coming from underneath the door. The television must be on. I put my keys on the hook by the door. I walk toward the living room as I kick off my shoes. I plop the mail on the couch.

I open the shades of the window and I can see the street below. I’m still looking at this asshole’s car. I was hoping that I would have distracted myself long enough that my aggravation would’ve passed. I text Monica again letting her know that I’m home and that after a shower I will call her. I toss my phone on the couch and unbutton my shirt. The one thing that I really enjoy about living alone is that I can do anything I want within these walls. If I want to walk around naked then I can do that.

I take off my pants and my shorts. The humidity in this city is crazy. I’m already sweating from that short walk from the car to the apartment. I walk to the over to the corner and pick up the one thing that is going to make me feel good, my Crosman Venom Nitro .22 Air Rifle. I open the window all the way before I take aim.

“Let me guess someone took your parking,” says a gentle and sweet voice. I wondered what took her so long to come out of the bedroom.

“I really did try to calm down,” I say as I take aim with the scope. I bought this thing at Walmart in New Jersey a few months ago. I use it for target practice to scare pigeons and cats. I’ve been getting really good at it. Every so often I may kill a bird or cat. Whatever.

I feel her naked breasts on my back as she places her chin on my left shoulder. “You’re determined to make me miss, huh?” I say as I smile and adjust my aim.

“You haven’t missed yet.”

I pull the trigger and the hear a faint shatter of his driver side windshield. I resume my aim again and fire. The rear driver windshield shatters. I look over to Yesenia and smile. She’s completely naked as she said she would be. I left her here this morning so I could go to Nyack. There was no way I was going to take her to that cookout so I decided to let her make herself at home.

“You’re right, I never seem to miss when you’re here.”

“I guess I should try harder”

Yesenia turns around and as I take aim once again. I try to concentrate as she presses her warm as against my hardening dick. Using a BB gun to shoot out windows of a car is hard enough, but to do while my dick is being stroked by such an incredible ass takes skill. I think she might just make me miss this time.

As she normally does, she relaxes me so much that I don’t want to pull the trigger. I want to put this rifle down and enjoy her talent. But no, I’m determined to shoot out the front windshield. She must sense how determined I am, because she turns around, looks at me and grabs it.

I remember that I met Yesenia on the same day I met Monica. She was also at the same career fair, however, she was qualified at so many things. I took her resume and she was hired by one of my colleagues. I didn’t realize they knew each other at the time.

Yesenia goes down on her knees and I recall her once telling me that she has no gag reflex. Once again she proves her case.

As I adjust my aim, which is now shaky, I see people walking by the passenger side of the car. They have no way of knowing what just happened to this asshole’s car. But their presence forces me to wait. I look down at Yesenia and she winks. Yup, she is making it harder to concentrate. I hear the phone on the couch vibrating. It must be Monica. She still doesn’t trust me.

I don’t blame her. I pull the trigger.

#smut

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lids-flutter-open · 6 years ago

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gay goth boy trans ftm4ftm story chapter 4 under cut.

content warning: f*g used by gays in punk songs/underage substance use

Chapter 4

Goat Mansion already had a lot of people sitting outside when I got there, which was way too early. The sun was still on the edge of the horizon. I parked my car two streets away, since I don’t like being a designated driver for more than my friends. I walked over to the house, approaching from the street side, and saw the gaggle of people from half a block away. They were sitting on the sidewalk and gathered in a little circle near the fence that divides Goat Mansion space from the edge of the public lands by the train tracks. The teenage goth kids were fraternizing with some crust punks and some people who might have been homeless teenagers from the group that lives in the train tunnel downtown. I didn’t recognize anyone, which made sense because OVID was coming from out of town so probably brought out different fans. One of the teenage goth kids had a thing of cheap boxed red wine but had taken the wine bag out of the box and was passing it around to her friends, having everyone chug, shouting BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD. One of the girls with her let the wine overflow her mouth and run down to soak into her black mesh shirt. They were all about my age or a little younger. I thought it looked like fun, but I don’t like drinking, so I didn’t get too close as I made my way around the house to the back. I knew people would be starting a bonfire.

Bonfires in late summer are hard, because lately there’s been a burn ban for longer and longer into the autumn. This September, there hadn’t been enough rain to totally put everyone in the clear. And nobody wants to start a wildfire. But Goat Mansion has a rock pit that’s pretty big, and it’s easy to put out the fire with sand and water if it gets too much or starts sparking. When I got there, Acorn was piling the logs up and working with a piece of flint to spark it. Xie doesn’t use any gasoline because, again, too much risk for a big burn that gets out of control.

“Hey,” I said to Acorn. “Seen anyone from Rocketpizza yet?”

Acorn turned. “Oh, hey, James,” xie said. Xie nodded hir head towards the sliding doors at the back of the house. “Just Ian. I think he was with Ken earlier, but Ken said something about 4Lokos and walked to the store and hasn’t come back.”

“Who’s buying Ken 4Lokos? That sounds like a bad start to the night,” I said. “Has anyone here brought up that sober space thing they’re trying at Fleur’s North? Suggested having a sober only show sometimes?”

“No, we’ve always kinda been a party house. Not likely to change. Somewhere needs to be messy. People don’t like it, they move. Why?”

“There’s definitely some visible and intense public underage drinking happening out front right now.”

“Shit,” Acorn said. “Is it those goth kids?” Xie pushed hir hair out of hir eyes. Acorn has really long hair and a beard that increases in both length and glossy volume every time I see hir. Xie wears mascara to shows. Tonight xie had on a Carly Rae Jepsen shirt and a plaid skirt.

“Yeah,” I said. “Nobody from Compton, but definitely under eighteen. You want me to go tell them to come back here and be more discreet?”

“Just like, get them some water and tell them to chill. They’re gonna pass out before the show even starts, or start moshing and hurting someone. I hate when there’s too many teens at shows. No offense,” xie added. “I forget you’re a teen because you’re chill.”

“I don’t drink much. If I did I’d probably be rowdier. It is a teen band tonight. Or like, two, actually. With Quince Quest.”

“Maybe I’ll make some food and cultivate a chill pre-show vibe and get some calories in the kids. Some bread. It’s not that I don’t want them to enjoy music.” Acorn prodded the little fire that was starting in the pit. “Just like, read the agreements for the space that we put on all the doors of the space, you know?”

The agreements, for Goat Mansion, on all the doors, were as follows:

NO NAZIS OR RAPISTS.

DO NOT fucking come to a show looking to start a fucking fight.

NO COPS

Don’t get fucking wasted before 10 PM.

Don’t touch anyone without asking

NO SMOKING OR DRINKING ON THE STOOP. Come to the backyard.

DO NOT MESS AROUND ON THE STREET! Come to the backyard.

IF YOU MAKE A MESS HELP CLEAN IT.

IF THERE IS NO TOILET PAPER, OR THE TOILET FLOODS, PLEASE YELL FOR ASSISTANCE. DO NOT SNEAK AWAY.

FOR REAL ABSOLUTELY NO DRINKING OR SMOKING ON STOOP. FOR REAL. THERE IS A BACKYARD.

It was a pretty concise list that covered most things that anyone cared about. And it was pretty easy to follow, though of course I had no way of knowing if any nazis or rapists ignored the first bullet point.

I went around the corner of the house and into the kitchen. I filled a big old plastic pitcher that seemed relatively clean with tap water and grabbed a sleeve of plastic cups from under the sink. I knew where everything was here, even though I didn’t have any friends who lived here any more except Acorn. Last year I had been the one to clean the kitchen for the first time in a decade and stock it with plastic cups. If you don’t have cups everyone ends up drinking out of the tap like dogs or just getting disgustingly dehydrated.

“Hey,” I called to the goth kids, stepping out on the front porch, “You all look like you might need some water soon.”

“Thanks,” the mesh shirt girl said.

“You’re starting early. Can you bring the party around back? We don’t like annoying neighbor people too much. They call the cops sometimes,” I said. “There’s more room back there, too.” I felt okay bossing them because none of the goth kids would have the nerve to question the authority of someone who was wearing safety pin earrings like they were.

“No problem,” the girl holding the blood bag of wine said. She giggled to her friends, probably about how messy they were being.

I sat around with the goths by the smoking baby bonfire and smoked a bowl alone before I saw Ian. He was walking quickly around the corner of the house, looking like the human embodiment of that cat meme where the cat is grimacing. I got up and jogged after him.

“What’s the deal with Ken?” I asked, catching him by the elbow. “Heard he like left and didn’t come back?”

“Don’t fucking ask,” Ian said. He had glitter makeup on, which I thought was cute, if a little 2012. He looked really good. “Ken’s fucking gone as far as I’m concerned. Which is whatever. We knew this day was coming.”

“Wait, Rocketpizza is still performing, right?”

“Yeah,” Ian said. “Some kid from Centralia who’s playing drums for Quince Quest is here, she said she’d do drums for me. We went over the basic stuff with the songs earlier. She can’t be any worse than Ken would be. He was getting plastered at noon when I went over there today. I have no idea where he is.”

“Dude, that fucking sucks,” I said.

“I mean, you guys were all absolutely correct about him. I’m stressed right now but I’ll be fine.”

“Where’s swimmer boy?”

“We broke up.”

“Shit, dude.”

“Don’t wanna talk about it. I’ll process with you tomorrow.”

“You need help with merch?”

“Yes, absolutely. Later, though. No point right now. After the show. Right now we’re doing music setup shit since we’re on first.”

“At least you’ll have a crowd.”

“These druggy Seattle kids?” Ian rolled his eyes.

“They’re just drunk. I’m working on hydrating them.”

The sun was going down, and more people were arriving. I put Ian’s merch in a taped up box underneath the table by the door that had been set up to collect people’s pay-what-you-can donations to Goat Mansion. I wanted to talk to him more, but it was clear that wasn’t gonna happen. I sat with the table. Acorn was drawing smiley faces on the hands of people who paid. People who didn’t pay and didn’t get smiley faces wouldn’t get kicked out, but they might get snarked at by someone if they were being obnoxious and they wouldn’t be allowed to drink any house alcohol. Everyone expected the show to start one to three hours after the posted start time, but everyone turned up at the time on the posters anyway to smoke or catch up with people or drop their backpacks and walk eighteen blocks away to the store to buy beer. The sun slanted through the windows like liquid gold and someone put a VHS of Fire Walk With Me on in the living room, where it already smelled like cigarettes. It was all cis men in there, who seemed like they all knew each other and might be shitheads, so I stayed outside once the merch was set up. Everyone in the backyard was vivid shades of gold and pink and brown against the bright green of the trees. The smoke was rising more and more out of the fire pit. That was when I saw the guy from King David’s. Orsino. He was getting out of a pickup truck.

His hair was still fucked up and wispy orange and crackly from bleach, and he had a fucked up little mustache still, but he was wearing a different stupid shirt. This one was black, had a big gray alien head on it, and it said ROSWELL. It was tighter around his chest and stomach and arms than the dolphin shirt had been at the diner. He was wearing ripped up pants that terminated just below his knee. They looked like they’d been chewed by dogs. His calves were thick and covered in dark hair. He had on hiking boots with wool socks. He didn’t see me. As soon as he got out of the car, he turned back and started talking to someone on the driver’s side of the car. He was still somewhere between pretty hot and extremely hot.

I saw the person get out on the other side of the car and realized that it was Jukebox. Jukebox had a guitar case with them and stuck around for just a second before heading into the garage, where I knew that Ian was setting up. Orsino said something to them and then walked toward the house, lighting a cigarette as he went.

I wondered what Orsino’s personality was like. I didn’t know Orsino at all. But I felt something about him already—something sort of like what Therese feels for Carol when she first sees Carol in The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith or Carol (2015). When her eyes go wide and she knows it doesn’t matter what happens next, because the important thing has already happened. She’s seen her. Or maybe that was dramatic, but like, I was a little stoned. I wondered if I should go say hi.

“James!” Opal shouted at me from across the yard.

I looked over to see Opal and Barb and Goober coming towards me, accompanied by a dude I didn’t know. Opal was wheeling their chair over the mangled grass. I hoped that there weren’t any nails around that might puncture the tires.

“Oh hey,” I said, waving.

“Jamie!” Barb rushed in and gave me a hug. She has pink short hair and lots of sun freckles and deep wrinkles around her eyes. If you ignore her skin, she looks like she’s about sixteen. She’s always sort of manic and I think she’s really smart but you probably have to wait until four in the morning for her to start talking about smart people things. She reminds me of a version of my mom that took up dance and punk music and boxing instead of becoming a teacher.

“This is Duke,” Opal said, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to the man. I looked up at him. He didn’t look trans. He had a really curly head of long back hair and a thick beard and a lot of tattoos and smiley eyes. He looked like a biker that a country singer would date.

“Sup,” Duke said. “Nice to meet you.”

“You’re meeting everyone tonight,” Goober said, throwing her blond hair over one shoulder. “James works at Compton House too, with the teen council thing.”

“Hey Duke,” I said. “Nice to meet you. You like OVID?” I gave him a man handshake, with a firm grip. He looked like he would respect that.

“Yeah, since they got started I’ve come to almost every show,” Duke said. “Me and Stacey go way back.”

“Barb used to date Stacey, right?” I asked. “Is that how you guys know each other?” I wasn’t going to allude to the fact that Barb and Duke were fucking.

“Kind of,” Barb said. She sat down on a stump next to me. “I love that we’re all here at this show together. I feel a great kind of continuity.” She grinned up at Duke, who looked at her with the most disgustingly lovey gaze I have ever seen in this world. I looked at Opal, who shrugged.

“You seen Ian yet?” I asked Opal.

“No. What’s up?” Opal could tell in my voice that something was wrong.

“Ken is drunk somewhere and Ian is gonna do the show with a replacement drummer,” I said.

“What? Who?”

“Some kid from the other band. Quince Quest.”

“The fuck he is. I’m gonna drum for him. I have to join his band,” Opal said. They started rolling their chair backward and pivoting it toward the garage.

“Maybe later,” I said. “Not tonight. He’s stressed. Swimmer boy troubles. Drummer troubles. Too much. He’ll snap at you.”

“I know his songs, dude,” Opal said. “I know he’s stressed, but I can do it better than a quince kid. I’ve been practicing on the drums at Barb’s.”

“Do you need help getting to the garage?” I asked. There was a lot of gravel between here and there.

“I’m good, dude.” Opal turned away from me, and I felt a little abandoned.

“Do you want backup?”

“Let them go talk to him,” Goober said. “You’ll be all touchy feely and Opal will just boss him. That’s what he needs.”

“You said it,” Opal yelled over their shoulder.

Duke turned to me. His eyes were irrepressibly crinkly. “So James. Barb talks about you and Opal and Compton House all the time. How long have you been on the Compton House teen council? What do you think of it?”

I shrugged. I didn’t want to give this guy too much of a leg up on the competition if he was really applying to be director. “I mean, it’s very important. We did an awareness training for a church two weeks ago about mental health and teens. I feel like I’m connected to local politics and stuff, even if it means I know the dirt about everyone.”

Barb laughed.

“You remind me of me. I was involved in the first committee for Ladyfest when it happened here in 2000,” Duke said. “I was on security. I sat in on all the meetings for planning.”

“That’s nice,” I said. “Continuity.”

I looked away from Duke and Barb, hoping they’d see someone they knew and go talk to them.

***

It was two hours later when word spread slowly through the mass of people that the show was starting. The sun had gone down and I had three mosquito bites, even though it should have been too cold. There was standing water in one of the barrels behind Goat Mansion, and that always meant the mosquitos survived longer here than anywhere. Everyone but me was getting drunk. I hadn’t gotten any closer to Orsino, though he’d caught my eye just before everyone went down to the garage and crowded in through the single side door. I thought I saw him smile, but I could have been wrong.

The room was dark and ugly and packed. There are lights on the stage and then a tangle of wires near the stage that some fire safety expert was supposed to probably evaluate at some point after the Ghost Ship fire, but I don’t think it ever happened. There’s a lot of random piles of shit near the door that should be a main point of egress, and people sit on it like it’s benches at a ball game. It’s definitely not structurally stable. The lights that shine down on the tiny little stage are beautiful. Tonight there was pink and red gels over them, so it looked like a sex party or a weird pretty Hell.

Ian was wearing his fishnet arm wraps, a lot of glitter, and Goober’s leather miniskirt that that she’d worn to Pride in June. His wrists were covered in bangles. His chest was bare. His hair was sort of flopping over his face. He was fumbling with a lot of wires onstage. Opal was behind the drums. I hadn’t actually heard Opal play before, since they’d only started after they moved to Barb’s house. I didn’t know if they were good or not, but I guessed that they might be if they were going up. Opal was pretty clear-headed and wouldn’t put themselves on the spot if they thought they’d fail. Devon had on his normal clothes and looked pissed as fuck, but he was tuning his bass just the same.

“ROCKETPIZZA!!!!!” Barb yelled. Some of the goths yelled too, as did the cis men who had been watching a movie inside. There were suddenly a lot of people around me, and I was worried about my feet getting stepped on by the dudes with the steel toed boots. I’m not dumb enough to wear non-sturdy footwear to a show, but I’m small.

Ian looked into the crowd, squinting. I don’t know if he knows Barb’s voice well enough to recognize a screech. He dropped some wires and stepped to the mic.

“HEY BITCHES AND BABES AND FAGGOTS,” he yelled into the crowd. His voice got soft on the last word. There was a mix of cheers and uncomfortable muttering. Ian was oblivious to the latter. “HOW ARE YOU DOING?”

Barb and Duke both bellowed at the stage, incoherent jumbled exuberance. Old punks at least know how to bellow.

“I’LL TELL YOU HOW I’M DOING,” Ian yelled into the mic, which twanged painfully over the speakers. “MY BOYFRIEND AND I JUST BROKE UP AND I LOST MY OLD DRUMMER BECAUSE HE IS A DUMBASS.”

There were some confused boos and apologetic noises, particularly from the goths near the front of the stage. All the teen goths were pretty far gone. I saw one of them swaying in her heels.

“BUT THAT IS OKAY,” Ian continued. “ROCKETPIZZA DIED TONIGHT. I LOOK GREAT. OPAL LOOKS GREAT ON DRUMS. GIVE IT UP FOR OPAL.”

I yelled at the top of my lungs, feeling like it was a kind of weird ecstatic prayer. The guy with a beard next to me moved away from me in surprise.

“WE ARE A NEW GROUP NOW. OUR NAME IS MISS SAN JUAN AND THE DUSTIES. YOU’RE HERE TO WITNESS THE BIRTH OF A GOOFY NEW QUEERCORE BAND. ISN’T THAT EXCITING?”

Ian was good at riling up a crowd. People were getting more interested in this seventeen year old twink yelling at them.

“ALSO YOU WILL PROBABLY WITNESS THE DEATH OF MY VOCAL CHORDS BECAUSE I AM ABOUT TO SCREAM MY GUTS OUT. THIS IS A NEW SONG. IT IS CALLED FOOLSLUT IN RETROGRADE.” Ian shook his head and smiled and blinked in the way that had made me fall sort of in love with him when we were fifteen.

The drunk baby goths went hog wild, and I screamed at the top of my lungs again and whistled through the gap in my teeth, like my grandmother had taught me to do when I was five.

Then Ian opened his mouth to sing.

(insert here: a piece of torn notebook paper, with the title: FOOLSLUT IN RETROGRADE LYRICS)

THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA SHAKE ME

FROM THE POOL OF BLACK INK

ATOP YOUR FIRE ESCAPE

I BREATHE IN THE STINK

OF YOUR SMELLY BALLS

I FEEL NOTHING AT ALL

THE PLANETS WERE ALIGNED

NOW WE’RE BADLY COMBINED

SOLO QUIERO LLEVAR TUS BRAGAS

SOLO QUIERO TOCAR TU BOCA

SOLO QUIERO TENER TUS LLAGAS

PARA TERMINAR ESTA EPOCA

I’M IN PAIN I’M INSANE

WE ARE SMASHING THE WORLD

I’M IN PAIN I’M INSANE

YOUR DEPRESSED BITCH GIRL

BOY

SHUT UP YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING

BOY

SHUT UP YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING

FILL MY MIND WITH SMOKE

SMOKE IT IN YOUR BONG

GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE

SO LONG SO LONG

WE DON’T WANT IT OR NEED IT

I NEED YOU TO BEAT IT

END THE WORLD

FUCK

(end paper)

When Ian’s set ended fifteen minutes later, the pit had fully opened up.

People were swaying and had been punching and pushing into each other. I’d gotten slammed against the wall twice and had been shoved into someone’s armpit four times. Which was like, not normal for an opening band. Usually people just stood awkwardly staring with their PBRs in their hands, rocking a little or jamming their heads if the band was good. But some combination of everyone already being wasted and of Opal’s drumming—which was actually really good—and of Ian jumping fully into the air…everyone got electrified somehow. I felt my B.O swelling up toward the ceiling with everyone else’s and the heat from us all supercharging the air like it was some kind of ancient magically charged sweat house made of old cedar in the deep wilderness of the Russian steppe. Ian’s glitter was dripping down his chest in waves. I felt my own shirt soaking with the sweat. My lungs hurt from yelling, and I was reeling still. I watched Ian turn and unplug his amp and walk offstage just before the crush of bodies trying to get out into the cold air totally obscured my view of him. I tried to keep my head above the crowd, thanking god that I wasn’t super sensitive to noise, smells, or sensory overstimulation.

“That was incredible,” a voice behind me said. I didn’t recognize it. I turned slightly. Jukebox January was behind me, smiling. Their chin hairs were darker than I remembered them. They were shorter than me. They had smudged pink eyeliner in one long band around their eyes. Their shirt was torn so I could see one of their nipples through the fabric.

“Yeah,” I said. “It got so hot in here so fast. We gotta wait a bit for the air to cool down before yours, huh.”

“That set!” Jukebox exclaimed. “Like, that was phenomenal! So good and raw but also like, they’re real! They’re so good. We gotta get this kid a record deal so fast if he wants to sell out! He’s your friend, right?”

I smiled. I felt so happy for Ian. He loved OVID. Tonight had been hard, but it was going to turn out so good for him. “Yeah,” I said. “I’m James. We go to school together. I’ve known him a long ass time. He’s so good.”

“What’s going on with the band?” Jukebox asked. Their teeth were all showing in their smile. “Some shuffling stuff? Do you think the current situation will hold together? They literally sounded so so good.”

“I literally don’t even know,” I said. “But he loves you, he loves OVID. Like he and his followed you to the Gorge this summer and then down to the Bay when you were on tour. You should talk to him.” I was glad I was able to be so chill when my heart was pounding into my ears from the adrenaline.

“Let’s go,” Jukebox said. “I gotta touch base with my bandmates in a second but I wanna give him props. What’s his full name? Does he go by Miss San Juan? Or she?”

“Ian,” I said. “Ian Arroyo. And he uses he/him, at least for now.”

“Cool. What about you?”

“James,” I said. I led Jukebox out into the yard. The cool night air with the smell of decay and everything hit my skin and my mouth all at the same time. It was a second before I saw Ian over by the truck with Opal in the dark. Opal was smoking, and Ian was moving something in the bed of the truck. I screamed loud and high pitched as we got close so he could hear me.

“That was incredible, bitch!”

Ian turned. He smiled weakly. “I’m so so so shaking,” he yelled back. His bare chest was getting goosebumps in the cold. He was so beautiful.

“Look who I brought,” I yelled, thrusting a thumb back at Jukebox, who lifted a hand in greeting. Ian stood up immediately. He leapt over the side of the truck bed to land on both feet in the gravel in front of us.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” Jukebox said. “That was incredible. I wanted to make sure you knew. I’m Jukebox.”

“I know,” Ian said. “I can’t wait for your set. I’m so so tired but I’m gonna stay here till the end.”

“I literally haven’t ever played drums live before,” Opal said.

“You were great for all that,” Jukebox said.

I turned away from them and turned toward the bonfire. I tried to make out through the dark who was still here that I knew. People were dancing a little near the fire and there was a cluster of lit cigarette ends floating in the shadows just beyond my field of vision.

“Come hang out with me,” Jukebox was saying to Ian. “My friends are over here. My girlfriend Robin was loving your set too, but she has issues with moshing so had to step out when it got intense. Someone threw a bottle and it nearly hit her.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Opal said.

We moved over toward the patch of the yard where Jukebox’s friends were. I could smell the smoke and the blackberries and the wood and sweat and smoke and I felt like I was still on some kind of crazy high. Orsino was sitting there, like I knew he would be. There was a space next to him on the log he was sitting on. He looked up and smirked at me and I sat down next to him without a second thought.

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Visions of HeartBreak Past

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It was almost done, Soos was finishing up the last few stitches before they let the thing into the air. If he could pull this off, he might actually get more customers into the Mystery Shack. There might actually be an upside to this ‘Woodstick’ Festival yet. He’d seen the way these kids spent money – heck, some of them were adults not that much younger than him – and with any luck, he might just be able to top off the budget for this month. He was short on the utilities payment by a good three-hundred-bucks. If there was one thing he never counted on, was that his brother’s dumb sci-fi portal mess drove the electricity bills further up the ‘dear god why’ charts. He does kinda feel bad for the kids; he’d had to come up with some lame-ass old man excuse for never turning on the lights or air conditioner during the day. He’d make it up to them…somehow…maybe. He sighed.

If he was gonna pull this off, he was really gonna need to prepare the kids for the eventuality of their entire world upending. But for now, he just needed to advertise. And the balloon was…abso-fucking-lutely not like he had anticipated. It was a fucking horror show, looked nothing like the blueprints and very much like what he saw in the mirror every morning. Although, Soos’s comment that the nose looked like a sausage and that it reminded him of the story that his Abuelita told him about a couple who find a genie and they fight over the wishes and one ends up with a sausage for a nose, kinda made it better. Soos was a good kid – er, man. Man-kid. Stan was sure he didn’t deserve the kindness and loyalty that the man gave him. He was honest enough with himself to admit that he’d used that unwavering loyalty to his advantage a few times.

Stan gritted his teeth in frustration at his own mind. Everything came back around to that, didn’t it? Everything he did, every time he felt even the tiniest bit of happiness, it all had to circle back and remind him that he was a sad, tired and despicable old man that didn’t deserve the friends and family he had. Hell, until the kids came, he didn’t have any family to call his own. But…maybe, just maybe, after all these years, he could do something right. Be less of a fuck-up. Which brought everything back to the hideous hot-air balloon that he was beginning to doubt was a great idea. He took another look at the blue prints and tried to make sense of the horrid scribbles he had jotted down in the margins when the sound of a lot of hot air being released into the night sky caught his attention.

“Wuh-oh. Mr. Pines. Think we got a problem.” Soos gestured to the ripped seam up near the balloon’s fez. Sure enough, the patchwork fabric they’d used to make the fez was flapping wildly as the hot air trapped in the misshapen balloon escaped with force, threatening to burst adjacent seams with every second. Well, shit. It would take a good hour for Soos to deflate the balloon, repair the damage and get it back up and running. Why is it that everything always had to go wrong? Why couldn’t one of his plans go off without a hitch? Just one? Oy!

“I’m on it Mr. Pines! I’ll have this balloon fixed in a jiffy. Now, what lever turned off the do-hicky again?” Make it two hours until Soos figured out how to fix this. He should probably scope out the venders and see what the young people were spending their money on. I couldn’t hurt to expand the gift shop merchandise to include things his new customers were actually interested in buying.

“Hey, Soos, I’m gonna go walk around, scope out the competition, ya’know. Figure out what these kids are into.” Or he really just needed to walk around and think and didn’t need Soos to pick up on it. As oblivious as the kid was, he always had a knack for knowing when Stan was moping around. It seemed every time, without fail, that he was feeling particularly depressed, he would open the door to see Soos standing there with cookies, or breakfast, or something sweet his grandma had made, or some kind of ‘Boss Appreciation’ gift. While he adored the boy, sometimes, he just needed to stew. He was sixty for Pete’s sake, he was entitled to a few days where he could just be a sad and grumpy old man. He’d earned it.

“Sure, Mr. Pines.” Soos had already started flicking levers and pushing buttons on the engine. Stan shrugged, Soos was the better of the two at figuring out how it worked anyhow. What harm could it do? He turned and walked back to the rows of venders all in pavilion style tents. All the venders were shouting and trying to attract customers, showing off their products and…what was that? Giving out free samples!? And the kids were eating it up! How the heck can they make any money by just giving stuff away? Oh sure, keep the t-shirt and caps for full charge, but give the stickers away for free.

Stickers are where he made most of his money! People were rubes, but some of them were pretty price savvy. Show’em a t-shirt with cheap cloth that will fall apart after five washes and tell’em it’s twenty-five bucks, they’ll laugh in your face and keep their wallets tightly closed. But show them a cheap key chain or sticker and tell them it’s a buck or two, they eat it up. They buy five, one of each variety. Paint one shipment gold and call it “special edition” and charge an extra buck, they buy the whole stock. Have a stack of postcards that got wet and the ink warped during the last storm because the roof leaked? Sell them as prints of a hand painted scape of Gravity Falls and double the price. People were absolutely stupid when it came to money if you just nickel and dimed them with special editions and ‘one of a kinds’.

But he wasn't here to boat to himself about how much better a con-artist he was. He was here to figure out what the young people of today were spending their money on. The further he walked, the more food and drink stalls he came across. Okay, so having a food truck on site might be a good idea. He’d done that with the fair he’d put on at the beginning of the summer. Didn’t he make a lot of money that day? Honestly he can’t remember much – he does the fair every year to replace the county fair that the town can’t pay for anymore, and it breaks even most years – all he remembers is sitting in a dunk tank for the afternoon and bleeding the suckers dry as rube after rube tried their hand at dunking the old creep from the Mystery Shack.

Okay, food truck. He could do that. Have a tiny kitchen where he sold drinks and shitty hot dogs and icecream to the families that come from miles around. Might even call up Susan and see if she had a spare cook and the Greasy Diner can share in the profits.

Or…not. He’d not too keen on calling the resident Crazy Cat Lady again. Especially since she still seemed to want to date him. That was a total disaster. And poor Mabel. She meant well, but he was just, as Wendy had put it, ‘un-fixable’. Heck, Soos had been trying for over a decade and hadn’t gotten anywhere. He was doomed to be alone forever, he supposed. Not that he didn’t deserve it. He’d pushed everyone in his life away. He creeped most women out – most men too for that matter – with his really tired and used pick-up lines. His six hour marriage to Marylin ended with her ducking out of the El Diablo at 75 mph with their ill-gotten casino winnings. He’d really thought he’d been in love. Then again, he’d thought he’d been in love with Carla too. He’d dated her through high-school and when he’d gotten kicked out, they’d tried to go steady for a while. But his constant moping over living in his car and losing his family had pushed her into the arms of a musician. And Ford…

Well, he’d pushed Ford into a swirling vortex of Hell in a fit of rage. His guilt hadn’t let him get a full night’s sleep in thirty years.

And now he was avoiding his feelings by wandering the tents at the Woodstick Festival. Dang it! He really needed to go see a therapist like Soos said. But what was he gonna say; ‘Hey, yeah, so I pushed my brother into a sci-fi portal and have spent the last thirty years trying to teach himself quantum physics and calculus, so he could get him back. Oh, and I may or may not have romantic feelings about said brother.’ Yeah, that would go over well.

Stan sighed. He really was hopeless wasn’t he?

A yell and the sound of a cart of beads being turned over caught his attention as he saw a telltale mop of brown hair and a rainbow sweater dart around the corner. He watched as both Mabel and Dipper cut and weaved through the crowd, a rather pudgy blond man in moderate pursuit. At least, until the prop wings on his back started flapping and Stan got a nagging prickling at the back of his head whenever he encountered something supernatural. His gut reaction, the same one that had kept him from going insane in the last thirty years was to turn around and ignore, repress, and feign ignorance. A slightly more pressing gut reaction was to chase down the offender with a baseball bat for endangering his kids.

I really wasn't even a debate as he found himself darting after the three, watching in only slight horror as he saw the absolutely not supernatural man fly overhead to cut off the kids at the fenceline. Stan caught up just a moment after, quick and practiced fingers taking the bottle of black powder from Mabel’s hand as he came up behind her and tucking it in his jacket. He was braced to punch a hippie in the face to protect his children. Heck, he’d probably punch the hippie anyway.

“Sorry, kids, but you’ve left me now choice. Visions of Heartbreak Past!”

As the blond hippie raised his bottles of creepy hippy powder to throw at Mable, Stan darted in front of her, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back to fall to the grass and was coated in the pink and purple smoky haze instead. He inhaled and immediately regretted his need to breathe as he doubled over, hacking so hard he was surprised his dentures hadn’t fallen out. Whatever this guy was using to drug people, it was doing a number on Stan’s lungs. He really was lucky to have quit smoking when the kids showed up. He’d probably have passed out by now if he hadn’t. The residual powder coated his mouth and throat. It tasted of bittersweet hope, and…was that jelly beans? God, he hadn’t had jelly beans since…

“Stan?”

Stan froze. He knew that voice. Knew it better than anything else. That voice, that scream that haunted his nightmares.

“Wait, wah?”

“Why is there a pink flavored Grunkle Stan? Hey Love God, what was that supposed to do?”

The ‘Love God’ gaged.

“Ewwww, Man! I knew this bozo was weird. I didn’t think it was this bad.” The twisted face of disgust on the Love Gods face confused the twins, but was completely lost on Stan.

As the smoke cleared, a pink tinged hand extended out to him. A six-fingered hand, wreathed in pink light reaching out to him. When he looked up, it was like looking into a mirror, one that reflected only his best features. His tired, half-blind eyes meet soft pink ones, ones he knew were supposed to be blue so his mind filled in the correct color.

“It’s supposed to show you romances you’ve had and lost. It gets people off my back when they get too suspicious.” Spat ‘Love God’, momentarily recovering from his aborted retching.

Stan heard none of it. Eyes fixated on the phantom in front of him.

“Himself? Huh? Guess it’s not that surprising.”

“But, why would he have ‘lost’ himself? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Man, you kids have one freaky family.” The ‘Love God’ gulped down something from his belt of potions.

The six fingered hand reached for his own, tugging gently at first before pulling Stan to his feet and interlacing their fingers. A shy smile pulled at that lips he used to catch himself staring at. He knew, logically, that he wasn’t looking into the face of his brother. Stanford was likely older now than his memory allowed. And Stanford wasn’t pink, he knew that. Logically he knew that. But his heart couldn’t take it. The phantom embraced him, twelve fingers digging into his suit jacket.

“Please…” God, he wanted to. Whatever it was, he would do it. But his mind clouded, his eyes clouded and all he could do was cry.

He gripped the phantom tightly, the twins watched, even more confused but thankfully silent. The ‘Love God’, true to his name, showed somewhat of a heart and stopped gagging and even frowned in empathy. He barely noticed when the phantom pickpocketed him. The phial was tossed to the ‘Love God’ and the phantom Stanford shot a wicked smile at Stan. One that, while it was supposed to look like betrayal, only shot a bolt of heat down his spine. The ‘Love God’ was right, he was a freak.

Panicked screams echoed as the night sky lit up orange and red. Stan turned in time to see his would-be advertisement scheme in flames and headed directly for them. Through residual tears, he launched forwards and scooped the twins up and out of the range of the fall out. The ‘Love God’ was not so lucky.

When the dust cleared and the fire crew crowded in to put out the flames, the kids squirmed their way out of Stan’s grasp and raced back to the spot where the pudgy aspiring musician stood.

“Love God? Are you ok?”

“Please be immortal, please be immortal.”

It was just Stan’s luck that Cupid was invulnerable. He still got a good punch in before the freak got to the stage.

*~*~*~*~*

When they found the portal in the hidden basement and everything literally almost turned upside-down, it made sense. When the author of the journals walked out from the glowing blue light and introduced himself, they understood. When Stan told them the stranger was his brother, everything fell into place.

Mostly.

Mable was still struggling to understand what had happened at the Woodstick Festival. Climbing out of bed, Mabel made her way downstairs and out the back door, hearing muttering from the open door to the gift shop.

She found Stan leaning back into the couch on the back porch, glass bottle in one hand, lit cigar in the other. Eyes red rimmed and blinking slowly at the treeline like he was a million, billion miles away. He was letting he cigar burn down, the ash dropping off the end to land in the ashtray he’d absently left on the side table. She tentatively took the cigar from between his fingers, squashed the lit end into the ashtray to put it out, and climbed up on the couch beside him.

He startled when she took his cigar, but just watched her as she put it out and sat down; not speaking, not accusing, not asking. He knew why she was up, why she’d come looking for him. Ford was still in the basement working on something or other; the clang of metal occasionally reverberating enough to be heard through the floorboards. He settled back, moving to set the bottle down before wrapping an arm around her. She curled up into his side, fingers picking at stray hairs on his dress-shirt – the suit jacket left somewhere inside. She knew they hadn’t hugged, and that Stan would need one. She liked her new Grunkle, he was cool, and super smart, he just, had some anger issues to deal with. But as mad at Stan as he was, he couldn’t hate him, could he? They were twins, like her and Dipper. They could never hate eachother. She felt her Grunkle slump further into the couch.

He really didn’t want to talk. But like pulling out a loose tooth or a splinter, it was the best thing for him.

“So…the Woodstick Festival?”

Stan flinched. He tilted his head so that the glare from the open door blocked his eyes and withdrew his arm. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but his voice caught in his throat and no sound escaped. After a few seconds, he just gave up, closing his mouth with a click and turning away from her.

The ‘Love God’s’ words had stuck in her head. Not love, ‘romance’. As in, crush, as in stay awake all night thinking about them. But, Grunkle Ford was Stan’s brother. Love God had to have been wrong, maybe he used the wrong powder, or maybe it applied to familial love too. Her head jerked up when she heard Stan’s ragged voice.

“I…I…understand…if you want to…go home early. I won’t ask you to stay. It wouldn’t be right. Just…all I’m askin’ is that you not tell your parents about that. I don’t care what they think of me, but Ford deserves a chance to know his family. He never got the chance to meet your dad. Shermie told me that they are a lot alike. Probably where Dipper gets it.”

He chuckled to himself. Voice dry and lacking any sense of real warmth. He reached down and took a swig from his bottle, draining it and staring at the label as if it held the cure to his every ailment.

“But he didn’t know. Nothing ever happened. I was all me. I’m the freak. Ford didn’t know, still probably doesn’t know.” His movements were jerky, bottle dropping to the porch as he turned and grasped Mabel by her hand. “Oh God, please…please don’t tell him! I’ll do anything!” He had clasped her hand in both of his. He was pleading with her, just like he’d done back in the basement. Begging her to trust him, begging her to not do this.

She felt scared. Why on Earth would she not tell Grunkle Ford that his brother loved him enough that their falling out broke Stan’s heart? Why would she not tell her parents that, either? Why would it even need to be a secret? Why would Stan call himself a fre…unless……oh. OH! He meant, as in, oh wow! That changed things, didn’t it? He meant it like, he ‘loved’ his brother. He loved Stanford.

Something in her expression must have showed recognition because his eyes filled with shame and he turned away, letting go of her hands and picking at the tear in the couch cushion.

“You love him. And I mean, like, love love, like lay awake at night thinking about them, love.” It wasn't a question. But all the same, Stan nodded.

She didn’t know what to say. Usually, she’d tell Stan to go tell him, go confess your feelings. They either liked you back, or didn’t. But this was way different than everyday romances. This wasn't even just forbidden love between a snake and a badger or like between Dipper and Wendy. This was taboo. This was all kinds of wrong. What could she say to that? ‘Oh, hey. Grunkle Ford, I know that we just met and all, but did you know your brother is in love with you? No? Well he is, and spent the last thirty years trying to get you back because of it.’ She shook her head. There was no real way to talk this through.

She tried to imagine feeling about Dipper like that. Like, tried to picture Mermando and the feelings she got when thinking about him and tried to put Dipper there. But, she just couldn’t. Every time she pictures his face, all she felt was good natured affection for her bro-bro. He was cute…she guessed. But he didn’t make her heart beat fast like Mermando did.

Grunkle Stan had called himself a ‘freak’, maybe he was right. Loving your brother, wanting to smooch your brother was weird. She understands now why the Love God got so grossed-out when he saw the phantom Grunkle Ford. It was kinda weird and gross, but…well, Stan was a weird, gross, old man, maybe it was ok. He looked so lost now, like he wanted to jump into the Bottomless Pit and not come back.

She would be sad if he did. He would cry and cry and cry until the whole of Gravity Falls was under water. Dipper would cry too, though he would never admit it. And she doesn’t know Grunkle Ford very well, but she’s sure he would cry too.

They had sat in silence for several minutes as Mabel processed what had to be her Grunkle’s greatest secret. With a small smile, she flopped into Stan’s side and did her best to wrap him in the biggest Mabel hug she could.

Stan flinched, jarred by the contact he thought he would never feel again. He shifted his weight on the couch, turning just enough to gather Mabel into his lap and squeeze as tight as she would let him. He buried his face into her soft hair, brown strands absorbing the tears he couldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled into her scalp, gravel voice hardly a whisper. “I’m sorry your uncle is a freak.”

She wanted to tell him that is was going to ok, that he wasn't a freak, and that he wasn't a bad person. But, she just couldn’t…not yet, and maybe not ever. She didn’t know how to feel about this. She loved Stan, yes, and nothing he would ever do would change that, but, this was something she didn’t know how to handle. She just squeezed tighter.

Upstairs, the triangular window was propped open, and a microphone dangled from a string from its ledge. Dipper’s – with oversized headphones over his ears – face was contorted, brows furrowed and chewing nervously on his thumbnail.

Ford leaned against the wall beside the back door just outside of view of anyone looking in from the outside. He’d left his boots downstairs to muffle the sound of his steps. His was was grim, tired, and despondent. Hand absently trailing to the inner pocket of his jacket where he kept the one photo that had kept him going the past three decades. He wondered if it would still carry the same meaning now.

#stancest #Stanley Pines #stanford pines #love god #S2Ep9 Gravity Falls #I thought about this for months #How would that have gone #Sure Carla and Marlyn #but com'on #You know Ford would have been in the lot

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This weekend I went to Amsterdam Comic Con. Although I must say it was better than last year’s, but they’ve still got some work to do. However, the merchandise that was being sold was finally more to my taste and not as repetitive.

Again, I was Mimi from Digimon like last two conventions. Now off to writing about my weekend.

Day one!

Saturday I went with a friend of mine. I slept horribly that night (and so did she coincidentally), so this day was thrice as exhausting as a regular day, not to mention I was rather nervous because I was going to see Carice van Houten that day (known for Game of Thrones but to me she will always be Minoes) and I wanted to get myself to ask her a question. I did not in the end as the time flew by during her Q&A. I actually kinda wanted an autograph when I saw she signed Minoes images as well, but I had no money to spend after knowing what merchandise was laying around. I did snatch some faraway photos of Carice!

I stared at her a fair bit at her autograph stand and all I could think was ‘wow she is so pretty’ - I thought the same when I saw Ellie Kendricks in real life; she was adorable! Part of me thinks I should’ve told her she was adorable but I don’t think I could ever have the guts. Oh, and as to Carice, her Q&A was in Dutch and that was very refreshing actually! She talked about her heavy robe in Game of Thrones, how she did not like wearing the necklace, stuff like that.

But moving on! This time the con had enough merchandise shops for my friend and I to spend the entire day shopping! We actually took really long to look through it all, haha.

So Saturday I found a stand, ‘Team Rocket Shop’, and they actually had Digimon merchandise! DIGIMON! I was so excited that I went back the next day for more, but Saturday I picked up Palmon because it would complete my Mimi cosplay (I did not pick more right away because they are expensive!).

I am loving the details in this - I have many Digimon plushes and nearly all of them are from childhood, but none are like this. When I got home I looked them up (they are an eBay shop) and looked up more and saw that all these plushes are about the same price (which is why the next day I bought more); I actually urge to believe these are newer released ones. I’ve got no clue, but the quality was sweet!

Unlike my Greymon, but I got him off really cheap because of its damage (it was from another shop).

Greymon is a second-hand plush and the material on its face and claws are very broken. I fell in love with the fact he could stand up though, so I did not care and bought him right away. Who cares he’s broken? He was cheap and he can stand up AND IT IS GREYMON!

I did buy more than plushes though, I also bought the last Funko I needed for my Once Upon A TIme collection (Regina with Fireball) and Gandalf.

Oh yeah, and there was a shop with pride flags and buttons so I snatched a flag. I also found the stand with the key chains of Miraculous Ladybug. If anyone read my Dutch Comic Con post, over there I wrote about a gift a friend gave me. It was Ladybug and because I wanted Chat Noir as well, I spent so much time looking for the shop... well, fun story: the shop is owned by a former teacher of mine! I found her that day and bought Chat Noir. If I flip it over, like the Ladybug one, you see his ‘secret identity’!

By now, if people track my Comic Con posts, there might be a confusing factor with my post layout as I did not mention cosplay photos yet... but that’s because I only found one person during the entire weekend that I wanted to take a photo with!

Well... I mean, I saw Kilgrave and Jessica, but I had already taken like three photos of the guy dressed as Kilgrave when he was The Doctor and the last time he said ‘again’ so now I never dare ask him again, but! I did find Frodo!

I still need to learn to pose, I know.

There was an Overwatch cosplay that I also found worthy of taking photos of despite not playing the game or whatsoever. It’s actually quite abnormal for me to take photos of cosplay without me standing next to them!

So everyone who plays Overwatch knows him; it’s Lucio. I only know him from promotion material in Heroes of the Storm (a game I only played for a mount in World of Warcraft); I know him as a very vibrant, disco and dancey dude. I assume he shoots stuff, but I only know him from promotion material.

Well... loud music was playing in the hall Saturday and a large crowd. I didn’t understand why, and as we got closer.

There he was, dancing, being vibrant as I expect him to be, so happy with his dreads flying through the air. It was really fun to see and I think I said multiple times ‘if this doesn’t make you happy’-related things. It was really fun to see even as someone who doesn’t play Overwatch. It was really great. And yeah, of course he was on roller blades!

I think that sums up day one, and otherwise I can always go back and edit my post, haha.

Day two!

Sunday I went alone. I knew I would encounter a friend of mine there (someone I met at Dutch Comic Con and stayed in touch with through Blizzard App) and I ended up wandering with him all day.

Today I was going to see Billy Boyd (gosh that accent of his is still amazing) and John Rhys-Davies, who are likely to be known as Pippin and Gimli!

You could see from their interaction that they’re mates; they have great humour together. I’m sad I forgot what kind of jokes they made other than guessing people’s names and what their career will be (poor Brian). They did tell the whole Sean Bean climbing mountains story, of course, and how they would happily wave at the poor guy climbing in full costume. I also recall Billy saying winter is coming and saying something about Sean Bean always dying as they explained the whole ‘Nine’ fellowship tattoo (I did not know that John’s stunt double got the tattoo, haha!). They have talked about so much though, and I’ve had such a laugh.

Oh, this day I also had a fair amount of compliments on my cosplay. I can’t help but be happy about that. Some were screams of recognition (’Mimi from Digimon!’) and others would be actually complimenting the dress, few actually wanted a photo. I think one person actually complimented my appearance, but I honestly couldn’t deal well with all the positivity so I can’t even remember all that was said. There was a child too that did not know Digimon, but I guess she wanted to take a photo with a big candy cane like me, haha!

One thing I do need to look out for, is a few more professionally taken photos from a dude I ended up in a lengthy conversation with about Digimon (wow, I’m gonna have proper photos!).

And uh, I said I bought more merch... yeah... more Digimon...

IT’S BIG AND ROUND AND FLUFF AND I WILL HUG IT.

Gomamon was also purchased cause no Digimon store ever sells Gomamon; such an underrated creature (I guess Tentomon has it worse as someone also hoped so much for a Tentomon as she wants to cosplay Izzy).

Look at that derp! Ohhh all my money went into the Digimon plushes...

And food. A lot of money went into food. Not that I wanted so, but it happened anyway. Only small portion went into red velvet stuff from some American shop.

Also in this photo: a Frodo key chain.

I have a better photo too though.

That’s about it. That sums up Sunday as well.

Hardly any cosplay for me to take a photo with, but more merchandise for me to purchase (so no money-spending on stupid stuff like the cats, dogs and bunnies).

I’ll probably edit this post when I get those other photos of me, or any memories that return to me. Sunday I got to talk a lot about Digimon!

ACC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) DCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) RCC 2017 - Mimi (Digimon) ACC 2016 - Hook (Once Upon A Time) DCC 2016 - Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug) DCC 2015 - Sunday - Hobbit (Lord of the Rings) DCC 2015 - Saturday - Ellie (The Last of Us)

I have been to Elfia in 2015, but I cannot find this post. I was Donna Noble and I actually had a really bad day, which is why I have never returned to Elfia.

#mirika #mirikalj

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