#also she paid good money for her lights she's showing them off

[cleoluvrr]

black magnolias II - rafe cameron x reader

i gave you all my light, and i got nothing to show for it

WARNINGS: mature content; domestic violence, coercion, classism, religious trauma, manipulative behavior, stalking, toxic relationship, blackmail

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you’d met rafe before you met anyone else. 

your mom grew up with his father and the two of them were good friends during childhood. she’d told you the stories of their life in the cut, how she looked out for him, and he did the same for her. how she believed in him when nobody else did, taking days off school to work extra shifts just so he could have the money to get everything he needed before he went off to college. 

you were sure that they were much more than friends, but you never questioned her about it too deeply. it was none of you business; both of them were married to other people, anyways. they’d kept in touch over the years and rekindled their friendship when he moved back to kildare.

as you got older, you wondered if he felt guilty for leaving your mom behind. if all the things he did for you and your family was some way to make himself feel better. he paid for your grade school tuition and covered whatever your scholarship didn’t in high school. he got your mom a job working for cameron development–it paid way more than what she made at her old one. you remember going to holiday parties a couple times a year at tannyhill when you were younger; running around with other kids and playing by the water while your mother scolded you not to get too close.

you wondered if your mother fell deeper into religion after his passing, but once again, you never questioned it.

that was when rafe found you. before he became the monster that everyone knows him as, he was just a regular boy. he was sweet and funny. he never looked down his nose at you for being from the cut. corruption and heartbreak had not yet found him, and that was the rafe you knew. the one you loved. the lines of friendship and intimacy had blurred at some point in your time knowing him.

maybe it was his mom leaving that broke him, or his dad taking his grief and anger out on him that changed everything. maybe it was the popularity, the drugs, or understanding the power of money as he grew older. you weren’t sure when things went so wrong.

that was when kiara became your life vest. she was the only one that didn’t judge you for being a pogue. rafe didn’t, but he was turning into something you didn’t like anymore. someone you didn’t recognize.

it was also when you met jj. he was like rafe in a lot of ways; blonde, short-tempered, and impulsive. daddy issues and no mom, lost in the world and using drugs to escape the pain of their reality. another pair of sad, blue eyes that sucked you into their depths. another line blurred.

when you turned to face rafe you nearly gasped, teeth biting down on the soft flesh of your tongue to keep the sound from escaping. his icy blue eyes bore into your wide, nervous ones. the two orbs traveled down the entirety of your body in a way that gave you goosebumps everywhere they landed. 

he looked just as you remembered; tall, handsome, and fear-inducing. your heart was beating against your ribcage violently as you fought to stay still, feet planted firmly into the soft sand beneath you. the man made your skin prickle from being too close but you refused to move.

“oh, rafe, you’re still alive.” you voice barely quivered, unnoticeable to everyone except him. you hated the way he could feel the nerves radiating off of you in waves. it was the one thing he was the best at; reading you. “that’s…gotta be good for somebody, i guess.”

“don’t be like that,” his teeth were the same bright white that they always were, perfect and blinding as they bared down in a sinister smile. while rafe’s tone was light and teasing on the surface, you could clearly sense something beneath it that had you swallowing thickly. “you know you missed me.”

you didn’t dignify that statement with a response.

 looking past him at the brunette girl watching from a distance, you studied her closely. your brow twitched upward reflexively, eyes catching hers as the two of you stared each other down. she didn’t look familiar to you at all, but it was clear that she knew who rafe was if her glaring was any indication. 

she was pretty; her tanned skin glowing under the burning sun and shoulder length waves blowing in the slight breeze. 

the girl looked nothing like you.

“doesn’t seem like you missed me.” you hummed in response.

rafe turned his head, eyes following yours to find the dark-haired girl on the other end of your gaze. 

she tore away from the staredown to meet the steely-blue of the man before you and smiled, her teeth just as perfect as the person she was showing them off to. rafe barely reacted to her display, simply gifting her a slight nod of acknowledgment before turning back to you. 

“nah, she’s just…”he shook his head in denial, tongue escaping his mouth to wet his chapped lips. “we’re just friends. nothing serious.”

you shrugged at him nonchalantly, the sound of your friends clearing their throats behind you serving as a reminder of how uncomfortable they must be with him so close after everything that’s happened. you felt sarah grab your hand, her fingers knitting with yours.

“i don’t care if you’re friends, more than friends–whatever you wanna call it.” your tone was dismissive and slightly cold, a nautical edge to your voice as you bit the words out. “we aren’t together anymore. you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

as much as you wish the words that left your mouth were true; they weren’t.

you missed him. as messed up as it was, you missed rafe in ways that you knew you shouldn’t. ways that would get you shunned by your friends if you were to ever confess to them. the man had done the worst things imaginable to all of the pogues, including you. it made no sense to be jealous of some girl that he may, or may not, be dating now, especially given how the two of you ended things.

yet, you could feel your stomach turning at the thought of it.

of course you hated him for what he did to your friends, to you. he showed you what kind of person he was hiding beneath the surface of what he put on display to you. but you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t still think about him late at night; about what could have been had things not gone south the way they did. you standing in front of him and all your friends, telling him that you don’t care who he talks to anymore, was a lie.

but you still do it. you still do it because, what other choice did you have?

“yeah, right. i’m not,” he nodded in agreement with you about not needing to defend his actions. “jus’ didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

“right…” you replied monotonously.

kiara cleared her throat behind you, subtly letting you know that the interaction had been going on for far too long. you don’t stop her and sarah from pulling you away from rafe without any goodbye, the conversation ending as abruptly as it started.

“nice seeing you, y/n.” rafe’s voice was loud enough to be heard over the buzz of the surrounding crowd. he didn’t need to raise his volume, but he did nothing without reason. he knew who was there at the beach and he wanted them to hear, wanted them to know exactly who he was talking to.

the buzzed-blonde was met with silence once again. his gaze was both scorching and chilling, the feeling of his watchful eyes on your back as you retreated to find the rest of your friends. you were sweating, both from your anxiety and the bright sun beating down onto the sand.

cleo was kneeling into the soft ground fiddling with jj’s bike with pope and john b not too far away. you didn’t notice jj had been watching the whole time until your eyes met, his brows furrowed and a look of interrogation behind the pale blue. white knuckles gripped the rim of his helmet–he was angry.

you’d started picking at your nails nervously, already knowing the conversation that was in store.

“what was that?” the shaggy-haired boy immediately confronted you as soon as you were within earshot. you shrugged, avoiding eye contact. jj scoffed at your refusal to answer verbally and set the helmet down on the seat of the old bike. “don’t give me that shit, y/n. what was that?”

the other pogues watched you two closely, the tension thick and salty in the air.

“it was nothing, jj, chill out.” you said defensively.

“it didn’t look like ‘nothing’ to me.”

“okay, well,” you scoffed at the boy and finally raised your head to meet his scrutinizing gaze. “that's what it was. so…”

he didn’t seem to appreciate that answer. jj laughed humorously, the dry sound escaping his mouth in a bark of irritation. sensing another verbal brawl on the rise, pope was close behind his friend, body tense as he prepared to pull the boy away before things got out of hand.

“jj, it’s not that serious.” pope said gently into his ear in an effort to calm him down. “just let it go.”

“she’s talking to rafe cameron! that sounds pretty fucking serious to me.”

the brown-skinned boy stumbled back stlight as jj shoved him off his shoulder. cleo stood from her position on the ground at the commotion and kiara tensed beside you.

“jj, back off.” kiara spoke up. underneath the softness of her voice was a warning. you weren’t sure for what, but it was something that made the blond shake his head, clearly frustrated and displeased by the lack of anyone on his side.

not wanting to participate in another standoff with your friend, you let your legs carry you off somewhere safe from the fuming teen. familiar voices reprimanded him for his outburst but became more muffled the farther away you got, lost in the sound of all the commotion of the race.

jj hated rafe cameron. all of the pogues hated the kook prince, it was a given considering all that he had done, but jj despised him. 

before the gold changed everything about your lives, before sarah and cleo, jj had harbored a deep hatred of the eldest cameron child. not because he was entitled and classist; most kooks were like that, it came with the territory. no–it was because he was jealous. 

jj was jealous because no matter what rafe did, no matter how many times he sent you to his doorstep teary-eyed and stuttering, or feverish with a core-deep anger, you wouldn’t leave him. he thought rafe was not good for you, and maybe he was right, but you didn’t care then. you truly believed the boy would come to his senses some day, and you didn’t care how long you had to wait.

you never meant to string jj along, but deep in the back of your mind you knew you were.

it broke him to know that he would always come second as long as rafe was around. eventually he moved on to someone he could love without heartache, and that someone happened to be your best friend. his feelings for you never went away, and everyone knew it, even if they all pretended not to. including you. the guilt consumes you less that way.

the longing stares and lingering touches. the hesitant, curious kisses shared in the chateau’s backyard while everyone else was fast asleep. cleaning him up after bad scuff-ups with luke and letting him stay over at your house. the soft moonlight casting over you as you embraced each other beneath your covers, nimble fingers reaching up to wipe the silent tears that fell from his eyes. all distant memories that you both tried to forget about completely to keep the integrity of your; to salvage whatever remained.

but in that moment of jj confronting you, everyone saw what was beneath all the smoke and mirrors. rafe was stirring up trouble on purpose–he always did.

so it was no surprise that when the racers came back around for their final lap, with jj in the lead and rafe close on his tail, something had to happen to ruin the peace. 

“c’mon jayj!” kiara shouted at the boy speeding down the sand trail. “you got it, baby!”

“let’s go jj…” you whispered to yourself, far too sick to let the words leave your mouth fully. your were gnawing on your manicured fingernails, noting in your mind that they would need to be redone before the weekend ended and you had to be back at work. 

what the hell is rafe doing?

the older one was dangerously close to your friend. the wheels of his bike were nipping at jj’s as he made an effort to overtake his lead. john b wasn’t too far behind, but topper was on him too, the two boys fighting to get the best of each other amongst the rest of the group.

a wave of shock washed over the crowd as rafe rammed into jj, the pair of blonds flying out of their seats and landing harshly in the sand. a hand flew to your mouth to muffle your gasp. there was barely time to react before the large group of bikes not too far behind came full speed towards the finish line, engines roaring just as loud as the throng of people around you. you barely noticed topper crossing the finish line, too busy rushing out to check on the boy writhing in pain.

before you could reach them, jj shoved john b off of him in anger.

your brows furrowed together in concern, the sight of the scuffle both worrying and sending confusion through you. jj made eye contact with you from the distance and threw his helmet down before stalking off, everyone staring after him with a puzzled and disappointed expression.

“get used to it!” your head whipped around to see rafe pushing off the ground, his black racing suit covered in sand. he was clearly in pain, a hand cradling his neck and a slight limp in his stride as he approached the cheering crowd.

“what’d you say?” john b heard him as well, furious eyes searching for rafe’s figure momentarily. he stomped up to him and shoved the taller roughly as he spoke. “hey, what’d you say? huh?”

“john b!” you called out to him as you briskly walked towards the commotion. “john b, no! just leave it alone.”

rafe shoved him in return, the brunette stumbling backwards from the attack. sarah got in between them before it got any further, the blonde pushing the two boys out of the way as she scolded her brother.

“you could have killed each other!” she yelled, teeth bared and face red with rage.

rafe’s face was mostly stoic, eyes rolling just barely at his sister’s words.

“yeah, like you give a shit.”

sarah almost looked offended, but she didn’t respond immediately.

“you gonna kill me, like you killed dad?”

“rafe!” you finally spoke up in defense of your friend, mouth dropping open in disbelief at the words that fell from his lips. “what the fuck is your problem?”

you followed behind him when he kept walking, strides long to keep up with his own. the brunette girl he claimed to be “just friends” with was waiting for him a short distance away and you watched as his arms wrapped around her, celebrating as if he’d won the race. 

your jaw clenched as envy clawed its way up your spine.

“why do you have to do that?” your eyes were hard as you stared him down from your spot on the beach. disgust was etched into your face, hackles raising as the girl leaned into his side with a content look on her. “you haven’t won enough? like…wh-what do you even get out of doing shit like that, rafe? you both could’ve gotten seriously hurt, and for what! winning? again?”

kiara was right behind you the moment she recognized the sound of your yelling piercing her ears, the girl taking no time to back you up. her scent filled your nose as she stood inches away, the smell bringing you some calm as your skin burned hot.

“no,” rafe wore a smug look, lips quirked up in a smirk that only fueled the fire inside you. “no, no. i don’t care about winning; i always win.”

rafe let go of the brunette hanging off him, nose flaring as he took in a deep breath of the fresh ocean air. his eyes were locked on yours, the color reflecting the water crashing against the sand behind you.

kiara backed away, the warmth of her body leaving yours as she took three steps in the other direction. she refused to let him get too close to her, the fear she felt after what he did to her understandable. you didn’t move, though. you stood your ground and let him stand before you. the distance between your bodies was so small you could smell the mint on his breath from his chewing gum and the familiar scent of his cologne flooded your senses.

“i always win, and your pogues always lose.” his voice reverberated deep inside as he smiled down at you, the expression sickeningly sweet.

you swallowed thickly, body tingling from his closeness. god, how you wish he couldn’t make you feel like this anymore.

his breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in further, voice low so that only you could hear.

“you picked the wrong boyfriend, baby…” faux pity coated his words. his lips brushed against the skin of your ear, and you took in a shaky breath, anger quickly dissipated as your body froze in place “could always come back, y’now, when you’re done losing with ‘em.”

rafe pulled back and you looked up at him, eyes glossy and lips slightly agape as you tried to steady your breathing without anyone noticing.

he always did.

“good seeing you, kie.” he never took his eyes off you as he backed away, retreating to the fling waiting for him to return to her grasp. “and i’m serious, y/n.”

[hollyseb]

BARTENDER (part 1)

You need to make ends meet. How far are you willing to go?

Mob! Bucky x Reader

Authors note; this is my first fic. Pls be nice :)

Warnings; drinking. Minors DNI. Will get saucier lol.

Who am I? You were staring at yourself in the mirror of your janky apartment. Little red dress, white thigh high lacey socks. This wasn’t you. You felt silly. But you needed this

Since finishing college, the job market had been dry. You were broke. Undeniably. The rent payments are piling up, student loans begging to be paid, your unforgiving landlord constantly up your ass.

You smoothed down your dress, reminding yourself that this was temporary, just to make ends meet before finding a job in your field. You couldn’t deny that despite feeling a little on-show, you looked hot. Your dress hugging your curves, and your heels making your legs look everlong.

You’d picked up a job at a club uptown. You’d never been but you knew it was high-end, elite, and intimidating. Powerful men frequented this club. You were dreading meeting them; misogynists and man-whores, you thought. It’s okay, I’m just a waitress. Your only job was to serve at the bar, and deliver drinks to those rich enough to reserve tables. All I need to do is look good and smile.

Your best friend, Nat, had managed to land the job for you. She’d been working at the club for 6 months, and the money was supposedly “incredible”. You remembered laughing at that, accusing her of flirting with the regulars.

With that thought, you picked up your jacket, hugging it around your body, and headed out the door.

You adapted to the job easily enough; the thumping music, the strobing lights. Nat was constantly approaching you, checking in on you, “you’re okay right? Well you look amazing”, she whispered in your ear, winking at you, as you poured another drink.

She helped you climatize to the new environment. When service slowed, you found yourself drinking in those who frequented the club. The men on the floor were sleazy, approaching women while heavily drunk. The girls were dancing, swinging their hips, some finding company in those men. A part of you was envious, this had never been your scene and you felt a little excluded.

You were dragged out of your thoughts by Natasha asking you to drop some drinks off at one of the reserved tables. You felt a little reluctant, the table being hidden by a velvet curtain. You had yet to do this part of the job yet. I wish I could eye them up before approaching. Another part of you felt a little excited though, anticipatory.

You headed to the table, deep and low voices sounding. Some men were laughing, and others engaging in low conversation. Pulling the curtain back, a silence fell across the group of men sitting in the secluded area. You paused, taken aback. You had semi-expected the men to ignore your presence, you hadn’t expected this.

“H-hello. I have five whiskey cokes?” Your voice came across weaker than you hoped under the intimidating stares of the men. You hated the way your claim sounded like a question.

Your eyes fell upon the man at the head of the table. All black suit, perfectly tailored, with his hair falling over his piercing blue eyes. He wreaked power. His eyes were raking over your face. Drinking you in. You felt the breath get stuck in your throat when you met his eyes. He is gorgeous.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” a deep voice emerged from the man. It posed more of a statement than a question. Could he sense your anxiety?

“Yes I am”, you were painstakingly aware of how breathy your voice sounded, and also of how you were still awkwardly standing with the tray in your hands.

You eyed the other men, seeing the way their eyes dragged over your body, your curves. You felt naked. The eyes of the man at the head of the table had never left your face. He was enamored.

You cleared your throat and placed the tray on the corner of the table, trying to hide the way your hands were beginning to tremble. God, why am I shaking? You shot the men a fake smile before spinning on your heel and pulling back the curtain, their eyes burning into your ass.

When you had left the table, Bucky cleared his throat. “Get her name. Her social media. Her address. I want to know everything about her”.

Once leaving the room, you hunted your best friend down. “Nat, the men I delivered those drinks to…”, you waved your hands incredulously, reminiscing on the tense encounter and expecting her to have an explanation.

“Yes?” She smirked. She knew exactly what you were referencing. The intensity, the intimidation.

“What the hell was that? I mean- the guy at the head of the table… questioned me about being new, and the rest of them… ugh”, you rambled, your hands punctuating your questions.

“Oh…”, she raised her eyebrows at you, her face glowering in how she knew information that you didn’t, “the guy that questioned you, yeah he owns the club”, her smirk growing into a Cheshire Cat grin. She knew she had dropped you in the deep end.

Your eyebrows practically flew into your hairline, “the o-owner? God, Nat I’ve made a clutz of mysel-, I was stood there with the tray for so long, he must think I’m so stupi-”

She cut you off. “Well, at least he actually acknowledged you. He never even looks at the rest of us”, she explained, only exaggerating your confusion. “Shame really, considering he is probably the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, I mean, I would”, she winked at you again.

You laughed at that, knowing that she really would. She always knew what to say, and she was right. He really was breath-taking. But, he was also your boss. He probably only noticed me because I did something wrong.

You didn’t allow yourself to dwell on the encounter, convincing yourself that you were overthinking the fire in his eyes. He was staring at you because you were so awkward. He could tell you felt out-of-place, you thought, sighing to yourself and shaking the thoughts. Serving people drinks and cleaning the bar made for the perfect distraction.

The night continued without event, you were glad. You felt yourself ease up over time, Nat making you giggle as drunk men tipped you rather excessively. You weren’t sure if it was your best friend's humour, or the feeling of knowing you’d managed to cover this week's rent, but you felt pleased.

You picked up your coat, and slung your bag over your shoulder, deciding to call a cab to get home. You felt eyes on you as you hugged Nat goodbye. Looking over her shoulder, you locked eyes with that man again. Your boss. Stood at the top of the stairs, overlooking the bar. In a vast crowd of people, his eyes were narrowed in on you. You unlocked from Nat, drowning out her qualms about letting her know when you arrived home safely. You couldn't focus on anything else. He was the epitome of power; tall, broad, perfectly tailored.

You had to force yourself to rip your eyes from his, bidding Nat a farewell and heading out the door.

Bucky watched you until the door shielded you from view. He was fixated. It was only when Steve slapped his hand down on Bucky’s shoulder that he was brought back to the present.

“You’re gonna burn a hole through her body if you keep staring at her like that, pal”, Steve stated teasingly. He saw the way you commanded his friends' attention from the second you approached the table. It had been a long time since he had seen someone have such an effect on him.

Bucky turned to Steve, an exhale escaping his nose, “she is… certainly something”.

Steve continued, “… innocent, right?”, eyeing Bucky for his reaction. He tread on eggshells, he knew Bucky had taken a shine to you, he didn’t want to overstep.

Bucky nodded, his jaw twitching, “too innocent to be working here”. The pair nodded in unison.

You stepped outside and took a deep breath, relishing in the relief of being released from his intense gaze. You hailed a cab, being pleasantly surprised by the car that rolled up to you. Sleek and matte. A Mercedes. This was the nicest taxi you’d ever seen. When the taxi pulled up to your apartment block, you attempted to pay him with a remainder of your tips.

“Fee has been covered by… James Buchanan Barnes”.

Part 2 here https://www.tumblr.com/hollyseb/737991483216494592/bartender-part-2

[uceyliyahh]

Summary; After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3783

Smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso X Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh 💁🏽‍♀️

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@paigereeder @pinkwithhearts @jstarr86

I.

Have you ever thought about running away? And starting somewhere new? Having a fresh start with things, especially having a promising career?

Tiana was doing that, starting somewhere fresh, living with her best friend Bianca in Cali after her messy breakup with Malakai when she saw him cheat on her with someone she knew.

But she wasn't worried about that man. She stood her ground while focusing on her career as a Nail Tech, getting her money's worth so she could have a place of her own.

She did the dumbest thing ever: She got this man tatted on the side of her right ear. Bianca convinced her to cover it with something pretty.

But she didn't know any tattoos around here; only Bianca did. She contacted a tattoo shop near them and scheduled an appointment.

OMNISCIENT

Tiana was finishing up with her last client of the day before shutting down the shop. She had a tattoo appointment afterward, so she wanted to get this done before she was late.

She focused on her clients' nails as she applied the last few bits of gems to their nails while turning on the curing light and placing their hands under the light.

Her phone beeped as she saw Bianca texting her, probably about her appointment at the tattoo shop.

Breezy💁🏽‍♀️: Tianaaaaa wyd girrrl?

Tiana: I'm finishing up my last client before heading to my appointment today.

Tiana: are you sure they're like legit? Bc if I get a fucked up cover-up, I'm going to kill you. 😀

Breezy: yesssss lele they're legit like this man owns the business chile. 😐

Tiana: oh fr?

Breezy: yes T

Tiana: do they have an Instagram page showing their artwork?

Breezy: yeah, I'll send it to you on Instagram.

Tiana: okay, girly, I'll text you later.

Breezy: bye, girl.

She turned off the curing light as her client looked at her nails with a smile on her face; she was satisfied with her results. Her client knew that Tiana was the shit when It came to doing nails.

Tiana instructed her to take a pose with her hands to show off her nails so she could post it on her IG story. She started doing nails when she was sixteen years old. Her mom and stepdad helped her with everything, and she was very grateful for that because look at her now.

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: ouuuuu girl them are honestly cute asf.

sheloveemma replied to your story: BOOK ME NEXT NOW!

ughitsstacy replied to your story: girl, I LOVE THEM! PERIOD!

shelovekai replied to your story: damn, mama, you snapped.

She looked at Malakai's reply to her story as she just rolled her eyes; she could've sworn she had blocked that man she didn't want nun' to do with his toxic ass; her client paid her with an extra tip due to how much she loved the nails as she told her goodbye.

Tiana smiled at the woman as she went to lock the door, getting ready to sanitize everything before her appointment. She was wiping down her equipment and the table with a warm rag, making sure that everything was cleaned and that she wasn't missing any spots.

She checked the time on her Apple Watch, seeing that she had to leave for her appointment to get this nigga name covered up due to the simple fact that she got tired of seeing it every single time she took pictures.

Tiana did one last check around the place, making sure that everything was back to where it was, before grabbing her purse and turning off the lights as she headed back towards her 2017 BMW.

She entered her car by shutting the door behind her, grabbing her keys as she put them in the ignition, and pressing the button to start it up.

She applied lip gloss on her lips and began pulling out the driveway towards the tattoo shop.

✧.*

Tiana pulled up towards the tattoo shop, turning off her car while grabbing her purse. As she entered the place, she looked around the area. She saw the shop's very cultured aesthetic, and the smell of the place seemed so refreshing to her.

She noticed that two other people were sitting at the reception table on their phones. Since it wasn't that busy today, she walked up to them, and they both looked at her.

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Kiara. What can I help you with?" Kiara asked.

"Hi, I'm here for an appointment at 3:50," Tiana said as she pulled out her phone to show them her appointment.

"Ah, you're Miss Tiana?"

She nodded her head yes as she patiently waited while clinging onto her purse.

"And you're here for a cover-up?" She asked.

"Yes, I am." She saw the woman nod her head as she looked up at her.

"Okay, you're set, ma'am. Please have a seat. He will be right with you."

"Thank you," Tiana said as she sat down in the chair.

She was scrolling through her IG, seeing people had liked her story that she had posted an hour ago. Replying to people who responded to her story, she saw a text pop up, so she scrolled down to see who it was. It was Malakai from an unknown number since Tiana blocked him.

Weirdo: mamas, can you unblock me, please? I promise I've changed.

Tiana: Kai you finna get blocked again leave me aloneeee

Weirdo: you know that you're mines forever.

Tiana: tuh in your dreams nigga bye.

Tiana rolled her eyes while proceeding to block his new number. She was thinking, 'nigga probably using WhatsApp or TextNow to get new numbers.' While she was doing that, her eye caught something as she saw a man getting his equipment out.

She tried to make out his features but couldn't due to the door being closed. She would have to wait until she got in that chair, but she went back to scrolling through her Instagram.

Breezy: bestieee are you at your appointment?

Tiana: yeah, I'm here.

Breezy: good cuz Ik your ass would've forgot I'm so glad you're getting that shit covered.

Tiana: yeah, me too tired of seeing that shit.

Breezy: do you like the shop?

Tiana: yeah, I love the aesthetic of it, and it smells good.

Breezy: seee I told you I got'chu girl.

As she was texting away, she pulled her head up and saw the same man standing at the door, waiting patiently for her until Kiara said something to her.

"Excuse me, miss, but you can come in now," Kiara said.

Tiana nodded her head yes, grabbed her purse, and walked past the specimen while sitting on the chair. She placed her bag on the table next to her.

She looked up at the fine specimen, finally making out his features, and boy, was he fine as hell. He was wearing some sweats with a black graphic shirt, and his shoe game was on point. Of course, he had a mullet and ear piercings on both sides of his ears.

His toned muscular body, along with his Tanned skin and salt/pepper beard, it wouldn't be rude to her if she kept eye fucking him while he was getting ready.

"You getting a cover-up?" Josh spoke, breaking the silence.

'Damn, his voice was deep as hell.'

"U-um, yeah, I am around my ear, " she said, noticing that she was stumbling on her words.

It caused him to chuckled a little bit while looking at her face, "You ain't gotta be nervous around me, Princess Ion' bite." She was taken aback for a second. 'Princess?' Well, she hadn't heard that nickname before. Is he always like this with his clients?

Tiana shook off the feeling as he pulled out some designs to show her, to see which one she liked better. She looked at his designs and was amazed at his artwork; it was perfect.

But one design caught her eye. It just looked so beautiful: two butterflies with a cross between them.

"I like this one; it caught my eye," Tiana said as she smiled.

He nodded his head as he took the design that she wanted behind her cover-up.

He pulled the chair towards her and reclined it back a bit so that she could be comfortable. He put on some black gloves while grabbing the tattoo pen.

"Can you turn your head for me, mama? " he asked. She nodded yes and turned her head to the side.

He started working on the cover-up behind her ear. He noticed that a male's name was tatted behind her ear. He had a smug expression on his face.

"So you got a name tattooed on you?"

Not trying to be in her business, but was trying to be in her business.

"Yeah, I got this lame ass nigga tatted on me that I was with for a while until he did some messed up shit, so my bestie decided to hook me up." She said while being still.

"Hm, how long was yall together?" He asked while focusing on the tattoo.

"We were together for like two, almost three years, maybe?"

He smacked his teeth and shook his head in disappointment. " That's a horrible mistake to get someone's name tatted on you. I heard it was bad luck." She wanted to smack him upside the head but couldn't.

"Don't put that on me, sir. I want no back luck," Tiana said as Josh snickered at her.

"It's not funny, you bozo." He rolled his eyes at her while continuing to do his work behind her ear.

They were back into complete silence again, and she kept hearing the needle buzzing in her ear like some type of fly buzzing around her.

She kept thinking about her relationship with Malakai. It became so toxic for her that she couldn't even deal with his ass anymore after she found out he cheated on her.

Tiana felt like she wasn't going to find love again because she was afraid of the outcome, so she kept her guard up around men, especially the ones who tried to holla at her.

"Who's your best friend?" Josh asked her.

"Her name is Bianca. She told me she comes here often, " she replied while continuing to talk on her phone.

"Ohhhh yeah I know her, I did some designs on her not too long ago."

Tiana nodded her head, listening to him talk. His voice seemed to soothe her because it was so deep and raspy, almost making her sleepy, as she yawned a bit while rubbing her eyes.

He took notice of that, "Long day, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah, I'm just hella tired. I'm not going to lie to you." She said.

He just hummed in agreement as he was finishing up her tattoo while turning off his tattoo pen; Jey had sprayed some alcohol on wet paper towel as he wiped behind her ear, causing her to hiss in pain.

Jey snickered at her reaction as she glared at him, throwing his hands up in defense.

"Aye, you wanted this, not me." He said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. How much do I owe you?" Tiana responded as she pulled her wallet out of her purse.

"It's on me, ma; don't worry about it." She looked up at him with a confused expression, which had her thinking to herself, 'What does he mean about that?' Tiana put her wallet back inside her purse as Jey gave her a mirror to check out her new tattoo.

She turned her head a bit to see it, moving her ear to the side to see its design.

"Omg, this is really bomb as fuck." Tiana said.

"Thank you. I mean, they say I'm the best, better than my cousin, no shade or nun." She snickered at his comment as he reclined her chair upwards while she stood up to fix herself.

"Lemme get a quick pic so I can post it on my story." He said.

Tiana knew she was good with poses, so she turned her head to the side, showing off her cover-up tattoo. Jey took a quick picture of it before putting his phone down.

"Thank you; I appreciate it. I never got your name; my fault," Tiana said while monitoring his face.

"My name is Joshua, but people close to me call me Jey or Josh for short—whatever floats your boat, mama." Jey replied.

"I'm Tiana, by the way."

Jey thought to himself for a second while looking at her features deeply. she was a pretty girl that's fahso, and her personality seemed bubbly almost?'Whoever fumbled her cute ass is so unlucky now I'm finna be all up in that.'

"Tiana, huh? That's a cute name for a pretty girl like you; lemme me get your number, lil' mama," He said bluntly as she rolled her eyes at him while he gave her his phone.

He watched her type her phone number in while she gave him back his phone. They stood there in silence as they looked at each other until her gaze shifted towards her buzzing phone.

He watched her walk out his suite as he kept stealing glances at her ass; he knew that thang was thang in that one piece that she had on.

It was almost like he was fascinated with her in some way when they literally just met each other today; maybe it was her features that got him feeling like this with her.

But he had shaken them thoughts outta his head cleaning his equipment up.

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TIANA

I finally made it home. I parked my car in the driveway right next to Bianca's, turned off the ignition, grabbed my purse, and closed the car door behind me.

As I was walking in the house, I heard moaning and groaning upstairs, which made me realize that Montez was taking Bianca to Pound Town, which I personally did not want to hear.

I went upstairs towards my bedroom while shutting the door behind me as I took off my shoes throwing them on my shoe rack sighing in relief I really did hate being on my feet especially sitting on my ass too.

I fumbled onto my nice, comfortable bed and hugged the pillows until I felt my phone buzz. I thought it was Kai texting me again from a different number, so I went to see who was texting me.

'An unknown number ofc.'

Unknown number: did you make it home safe, princess?

Tiana: who dis?

Unknown number: Did you forget already? You were just here a couple of hours ago, girl.

I had to think about it for a minute since I tend to forget sometimes. The caller ID wanted to FaceTime me, of course. I hung up quickly because I didn't know who this person was until that person called again.

I rolled my eyes. While answering the FaceTime call, she saw a familiar face. That's when it clicked to her: It was Joshua from the tattoo shop.

FACETIME

Jey: now, do you remember?

Tiana: yeah, yeah boy now what'chu want?

Jey: I just wanted to make sure you drove home safe. That's all, princess.

Him and these damn puppy names was going to be the death of me; never had I experienced being called princess like I'm some princess from England or sum.

I placed my phone down on top of my dresser while unzipping my one-piece. This shit was killing me today felt like I couldn't breathe. As I was doing that, I proceeded to wobble my ass outta the one piece hearing Josh snickering.

Tiana: The fuck is funny nigga?

Jey: you, you is funny as hell wobbling like that shawty.

Tiana: Man fuck you, it was really tight.

Jey: mhm

I just rolled my eyes at him and gave him the middle finger. Finally, I got out of one piece and threw it in the dirt bin next to my bookshelf. 'Yes, I read, yes, I'm a nerd.' I was in my underwear while digging through my drawer for some comfortable clothing.

I felt his gaze through the phone, but I didn't speak on it, not understanding why I was getting comfortable with being half-naked on FaceTime with this man I barely knew.

Jey: damn, mama, you got a dump trunk back there.

Tiana: are you flirting with me right now sir?

Jey: maybe, maybe not. I'm just calling it what it is, princess.

Tiana: call me that again imma

Jey: or what?

I ignored him while getting fully naked in front of him and grabbing my towel that was nearby so that I could cover my body until I headed to the bathroom.

Tiana: I'm going to go shower, so I'm going to hang up now.

Jey: nooo, take me with'chu

Tiana: why so? Can you look at my ass or what?

Jey: nah I just wanted to stay on the phone with'chu.

Tiana: sigh ight then whatever you want dawg.

I took my phone with me to the bathroom. As I sat down on the counter table, making it look up at the ceiling, I heard him smack his teeth.

Jey: aye, yo ass betta get me up from looking at this ceiling.

Tiana: my fault, dawg. Lemme fix that for ya.

He seemed pretty annoyed when I did that, but I found it amusingly funny seeing him annoyed at my actions. Meanwhile, I unraveled my towel from my body as I headed inside the shower.

Jey: what do you do?

Tiana: I own my nail tech shop, so I do people's nails and get good tips.

Jey: Fr shawty? shi imma have to pull up to get a manicure from you.

Tiana: I can definitely send you the address to the place.

Jey: Bet that up fasho

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After taking a nice long shower, I was downstairs cooking me something to eat for dinner while still being on Facetime with Joshua. He was playing the game with his brothers, hollering and screaming at each other like some dogs. I noticed that Bianca came downstairs and came towards me to see what I was cooking.

"Ouuu girl what'chu cooking?" She asked.

"I'm cooking me some chicken in the air fryer along with some rice. I made extra for you and Montez, so y'all can eat after that session y'all had." I said while letting the rice sit.

"Omg, I love you so much, bestie, but who's that on the phone?"

"Oh, that's Joshua."

Her face looked perplexed for a minute, then it clicked, so she put a smirk on her face as I gave her a stern expression, thinking, 'I know this girl isn't going to try to hook me up with this man.'

"B, no, I'm not doing this with'chu tonight, chile." I said.

"C'monn, lele Joshua is a really cool ass person, bro, and then he'll be the first Samoan man you dated." She commented.

Jey: I know that's right, what's up Bianca!

Tiana: Shut the hell up sir

Jey: No need to be rude lil' mama

Bianca covered her mouth after he called me that. This girl is so dramatic. I swear. After finishing cooking the food, I sat down at the table while setting up my phone, and I began eating while watching Joshua play the game.

It looked like he was playing Call Of Duty. He seemed pretty good at the game, but his attention was now on me as his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

Jey: What'chu eating, pretty girl?

Tiana: I made some chicken and rice.

Jey: you ain't gon' share it?

'tf he mean was I going to share it?'

Tiana: Um, no, I wasn't planning on it. Also, how the hell am I supposed to share this with' chu, sir?

Jey: never heard of pretending?

'ight he don't gotta be smart about it.'

Tiana: I guess I can share with'chu then you look like you've been starving sir so here boy.

He smiled like a cute puppy as I pretended to give him some of my food while he pretended to eat it. It was kind of cute and funny, and we both chuckled at each other while gazing into each other's eyes. For a second, I could read his facial expression well until Bianca said something.

"Aww, y'all two look cute, girl. Honestly, y'all would be the cutest couple." Bianca said as I rolled my eyes at her.

"Girl, please don't start" I said while continuing to eat.

"Don't be denying it now, lele; you two will end up fucking each other sooner or later and then be a happy couple." I almost choked on my food when she said that, especially while I was on the phone with this man.

I could sense him smirking through the phone as he continued to play the game, and I knew he had just heard what she had said. I'm not going to lie. He was fine as hell, but I don't know where his energy is at right now.

After eating dinner, I made sure I washed my plate and put it in the dishwasher before going upstairs to my bedroom, closing the door behind me and yawning.

Jey: you finna go to sleep?

Tiana: yeah, I'm tired

Jey: What'chu doing tomorrow?

Tiana: I have like four clients tomorrow, then after that, I should be free. Why?

Jey: You wanna go out for lunch or sum

'I don't know where he's getting at with this but I like it.'

Tiana: yeah, sure, that sounds good.

Jey: Ight bet I'll see you tomorrow then.

Tiana: Goodnight Josh.

Jey: Night, mamas.

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This Bunny Bites - Part 3

I managed to post part 4 before part 3 so that has been fixed now and updated. Enjoy!

When you finally settle into bed the clock on your nightstand reads four AM. It had been a relatively quiet night after Johnny and company left, only a few spilled drinks and one guy who got way too into the fact he could touch the girls. You would always be grateful that the owner paid for a cleaning service to come in every morning and deep clean the building instead of making you girls do any of the cleaning. You had a gig once that made you clean after all the clients had gone. It took one puddle of cum in the bathroom for you to leave and never come back to that job.

You set your alarm for one PM and drift off to sleep listening to the rain sounds from your phone.

When you wake you shuffle out of your room into the small kitchen of your condo, flicking on the coffee machine. You sit tweak the blinds in the living room just enough to let in some light and sit on the couch staring into nothingness. Once the sound of running water stops you stand and shuffle to the the kitchen. After adding just the right amount of creamer you head back to your room. You adjust the curtains in here too until you can see but not be blinded.

Placing your coffee on the bedside table you grab your phone and fire off a text to your best friend.

‘Guess who showed up at the club last night?’

‘Was it Satan?’ Cara’s reply comes right through.

‘Nope, worse.’

‘Worse than Satan, but your father is dead so…your grandpa??’

You laugh out loud at the grandpa comment, your mother’s father happened to be the sweetest old man two lived hours away from you in a nursing home.

‘My brother.’

The ringing of your phone doesn’t shock you. You slid it open and answered Cara’s call.

“Bitch what the fuck did you just text me? Your BROTHER came to the club last night? The brother that abandoned you to the scum-eating, walnut fucking, monster of a sperm donor?” Cara must not have been at work if she was using her favorite insults.

“Yep, that’s the one. He was there in a group and didn’t recognize me when I came by to get orders.” You slurp a sip of coffee, feeling Cara flinch across the line at the noise.

“God, what did you do?” she stressed the last word.

“I kicked him and his friends out, obviously. He acted all shocked when I told him to get the fuck out, claimed he hadn’t done anything. Took me full naming him and calling myself his baby sister before he recognized me.”

Cara doesn’t interrupt but adds whispered commentary through the whole tale.

“I have never seen a human go so pale before Cara. I almost laughed, but I kept it together. Told him to get out or get thrown out and then one of his friends stood up, threw some money on the table, and basically forced my brother out the door. The two other friends he was with also dropped some money on the table and followed him out. The weird thing though is that when I totaled up what they had left on the table it was eight hundred dollars.”

“Eight,” Cara choked on air. “They left you eight hundred dollars for kicking them out?”

You shrug despite knowing she can’t see you, “I don’t know man, that’s just it. I can’t think of any good reason they would leave such a big tip!”

Cara whistled, “Damn, that means your what a month closer to your goal of quitting right? My best friend going to become a world-famous author one of these days.”

You smile at her undying support. She had gotten out of dancing after her business degree had landed her a nice six-figure paying job. You pulled down more than that but with most of it in cash, you had to be careful with depositing your money into any bank account.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I doubt I will make much money off of writing which is why I need to have enough money so between the rentals and my savings I never have to dance for work or do anything I don’t want to again.” Your dream was to get out, maybe move to the south of France, or Austria, and live out the rest of your days in peace.

“You know I will buy all of your books as soon as they are published,” Cara reminded you.

“I know, I love you too.”

“Good, now I have to get back to work. You free for brunch on Sunday?”

“I will have to check my calendar so text me?”

“Can do doll, love you!”

“Bye,” you hang up feeling more cheerful than before the chat.

You finish your coffee, sifting through your feelings about your brother’s abrupt return, and hope he doesn’t show up again.

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you never had much money. living as a pogue proved that, but you didn't care.

you didn't keep up with the latest cosmopolitan since you were out surfing instead.

getting dirty looks from kooks as they judged your worn-out tops to your ripped vans, but you had no shame about it. holding your head high as they whispered behind you.

from time to time you wondered how it'd be to live big and fancy, but wouldn't trade what you had with your friends for anything else.

from the lazy hangouts at the chateau to the risky adventures, the bond that pogues had was unmatched. they were your family.

so when you started your new job working at the kooks country club you wanted to show your gratitude and bought each of them small gifts.

a golden turtle broch for kiera, an expensive pair of trainers for pope, and so on and so forth.

everyone was hyped about their gifts, you received many hugs and thanks but not jj. he sat on the sofa, rolling the black marble ring that you had gotten for him between his fingers.

an appreciative smile displayed on your lips, standing up and walking over to you, interrupting the conversation that you were having with sarah. giving you a knowing nod, she sat on john b's lap across the room, her arm around his neck, his hand on her waist.

"is everything okay?" concerned as jj sat beside you, his knee knocking into your own whilst doing so.

"i cant accept this." that made you frown and your brow furrow.

"of course you can, i wanted to spoil you a little. it's well overdue from all of the times that you've either paid for my food or i've stolen yours." playfully nudging his arm with yours, jj still didn't look convinced.

"you deserve this. as much as you're talking yourself out of it, it's true. its about time you got some well-deserved appreciation." you persisted, nudging the ring gently back to his chest.

still looks doubtful you made a promise.

"okay fine if you take this, this one time, no more expensive presents. only because i have one to match." lifting your hand gesturing to your pinky, slipping his on, and wrapping his finger around your own.

"promise?"

"promise."

you stuck to what you said to jj, you hadn't bought him a single expensive item, maybe treated him to dinner from time only after arguing back and forth about it, it ending in him giving in.

you had also made it your life's goal to make him gifts, whether it be finding pretty shells on the beach or decorated notes of appreciation.

yeah, it might've been insignificant to anyone else, but you felt a sense of pride when you watched his face light up at the silly little homemade trinkets.

from then on it just became a random thing you did for him even if you didn't get the others anything.

both of you agreed for him to sleep at your house since his dad was not having a... particularly good day and obviously not wanting him to be at the receiving end of it, he crashed at yours. this happened often enough that your parents let him stay over as long as the door was open.

so now you stood over the stove, stirring the pasta that was bubbling for the mac and cheese that you were making. jj making it ten times harder as he started doing stuff to distract you like eating the pre-grated cheese.

your hand slapping his wrist as he yet again went to reach his fingers into the bowl.

"i swear to god if i have to tell you again jay!" he giggled and ran out of the kitchen as you grabbed the cloth off of the side, following not far behind him.

after a while of chasing each other around the house, you finally cornered him in the living room, trying to whip the material.

unfortunately for you, he managed to snatch it out of your hands, wrapping his arms around your body and falling onto the couch on top of you so you couldn't do anything.

"let go of me!" wriggling around to find a way out.

"why would i do that when i know what the outcome will be? hey im dumb but im not that dumb."

letting out a huff, you relaxed into his arms knowing there wouldn't be any way of getting him to budge. he overpowered you every time.

"ugh fuck you dude!"

"you wish sweetheart!" jj winked at you, it wasn't until then that you realized the position you two were in.

he laid on top of you, in between your legs. faces two inches apart. your mouth went dry, looking at him was an even bigger mistake because when his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes... you melted.

jj leaned in closer, your lips nearly touching when the smoke alarm goes off.

"shit the food!" you both dashed to the kitchen, turning off the fire, and making sure everything was fine. it was. laughing relieved.

you both wished deep down that the alarm had never gone off.

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Bridgerton Season 3 Episode 5 Reaction

I have done this for the first four episodes, so I will do this four the next four episodes. I am super excited to watch the last four and am very excited to see all the Polin love and drama! Here we go!

I love the Bridgertons warm reception to Penelope, but was expecting some shock, but it's like they all already kind of knew! And them being so happy it's Penelope is so cute! Eliose is justified in her actions here, I totally get her, Penelope is still keeping secrets from him and knows it will devastate him.

Where I don't understand Eloise is that if she was such close friends with Penelope and paid enough attention to her, she would have picked up Penelope's crush on Colin. Show Eloise sort of irritates me in that she is very self centered and likes to hear herself talk, but doesn't really listen to others.

Queen Charlotte, I think has reasons to be upset with Lady Whistledown. LW has been right about a lot of things, but sometimes she could be sharp and call the Queen and the court out, which is tantamount to treason. LW has been blinded by the power she wields to thinking she has as much power as the queen, but the queen has infinitely more money, power, and might than a writer, so she should have been more careful.

I love me some Kanthony, yes! I've been missing them in the past episodes and now they're back! They're going to have a baby and I want to shout out loud like Anthony did. So so cute! I want to see as much Polin in future seasons!

Eloise, Eloise. I get the anger and confusion, but to question your entire relationship? I hate this rift between them that is not in the books and hope for a reconciliation, but I hate this. Peneloise is a hallmark friendship and super cute. The writers better reconcile them!

I like that the Bridgerton brothers aren't objecting Penelope or making fun of her or anything and just focusing on how swiftly the relationship is moving. Anthony is becoming wise in his years and his marriage to Kate and him telling Colin to tell Penelope how he feels is gold coming from a man forced into marriage in the books.

Portia Featherington, ugh. I love to hate this woman! I think the actress eats up her scenes and she is so infuriating. I totally understand Penelope's lack of enthusiasm for speaking to her mother or engaging with her, it's been a steady stream of neglect and abuse from the Featheringtons all her life.

Fancy on the neighbor boy? Shut up, Portia! He loves her! I would see her side due to Penelope's spinsterhood, but Portia has always overlooked Penelope which is why she is the way she is. And the Bridgertons treated you harshly because of Portia's awful schemes regarding Marina that she knew and cosigned. They were awful and should be chastised. And her entrapping him is rich when Portia had all her schemes in the past.

Come through, Colin! Yes, I predicted that Portia would get a telling off moment and here it is! You go, Colin! The Bridgerton boys are so gentlemanly and chivalrous. This is giving me Anthony telling off the Sheffield- Sharmas and I'm here for it.

Oooooh, mirror scene, mirror scene! I have seen pictures from this scene and had some spoilers and now it's here! Colin is so in love and so cute for this. Penelope is so broken and traumatized she doesn't realize her amazingness and beauty! But Colin sees it and wants her to see herself as he sees her. Yes, yes, yes!

This is so passionate and hot! More of this please! I love how Colin keeps making Penelope look at herself and see her beauty. I also love that this is in the light and the day where nothing can hide. They are also portraying first time sex really well, he is so gentle with her!

I love how into it and focused on her he is which is such a contrast to how he was with the prostitutes. He is so into her pleasure that he is so pleased to make her feel good. Love that for him.

More Kanthony! I'm here for it, they are soooo cute! I love seeing Kate and Anthony and hope that they are here season after season. I love seeing the entire family together.

Love Francesca and John as well. They are going to get married soon I can feel it. I would normally think that they are moving too fast, but I like them so much that I don't care. I think the actors portraying them really do a good job of showing who the characters are and they're undeniable chemistry with each other that them getting together is a foregone conclusion at this point.

I love Kate and think she is a great Lady Bridgerton. I loved last season and am so glad she is figuring in the story still. I love her being a good big sister to Eloise. Kate is so intuitive and wise that this conversation makes sense to happen and I love how Eloise actually listens to her.

I love Varley she is so funny and amusing to me. She is so loyal to the Featheringtons. I hope that we don't have another Featherington scandal to contend with. Portia, keep it together.

Luke Newton is sooo hot! Yummy! And so is Nicola! Perfect breasts indeed!

I saw this coming in a way about the queen. She is pissed at Lady Whistledown and I get that LW is weak right now because she is distracted by falling in love with Colin. The Queen is not wrong, this would be the perfect time to pounce. I like the change from Lady Danbury issuing the challenge to the Queen in the show because the Queen is far more invested in LW in the show and it shows how powerful LW is, even having the Queen as a rival or adversary and getting away with it. Plus it makes the reward and consequences bigger.

Tell him Penelope! She's not going to anytime soon I fear, but I wish she did!

Eloise took Kate's advice and is talking to Colin. This is funny because even in the book Penelope finds it odd that Penelope and Colin got together and was sad she was losing a friend, so I see her reaction here and get it. Especially being at odds currently with Penelope. But I get Colin, too. Eloise loved Penelope and did think of her as a sister.

Ugh, Lord Greer. Poor Cressida. Matches like these were more the norm during this time and it's good that Bridgerton is going here. Love stories like the Bridgertons are the rare stories for the time.

Ha! The look on Penelope's face when Portia steps in! Like what have you done with my mother? I'm glad Portia is changing her tune, but it is hilarious because she has allowed such trauma to be done and said to Penelope over the years. Featheringtons support one another, lol.

I love the matriarchs loving on Penelope! Penelope is such a smart and exceptional woman, she is Lady Whistledown for goodness sakes. So I'm glad that all these other brilliant women see it too.

I don't really like Lord Anderson, that much but I don't know if it's my gut reaction or Lady Danbury's stink eye. I trust Lady Danbury so there's some drama happening here between them and until I know, I don't like him. His smile seems fake.

Eloise is not wrong here, she's not making it about herself or being childish. She is giving Penelope time to tell Colin and also speaks of how Colin would be upset knowing that Eloise knew. It's going to make Penelope lose her mind to give her a deadline like that, but here we go.

I wasn't sure where they were going with a conflicted Penelope and Eloise, but I'm kind of liking the drama. This is a relationship we've seen since Season 1, episode 1 and we're invested in this friendship. So to see Eloise so bitter and disappointed is juicy. She is right, Penelope is hiding something and it will hurt Colin.

I love that the game Charades reveals that Eloise and Penelope are the group's intellectual giants. They are best friends and one of them is Lady Whistledown and so I love that for them. They are so brilliant, no wonder that they are best friends and that they are wallflowers, they are miles intellectually from others.

Oof, Cressida is becoming desperate! I think this is going to be a turn from which there is no return. I was getting to have sympathy for her and was enjoying the friendship between her and Eloise, but now I think her desperation is going to drive her to a bad path. Plus, why is she attacking Eloise? Eloise is smarter than her, and has found out who LW is and is just not telling anyone about it. Eloise is trying to be a good friend and trying to get Cressida down a bad path.

Poor Penelope, she must be feeling so stressed and panicked right now. I like this episode for the pacing and the drama. Tick tock is right. There is so much going on. Baby announcement. Cressida's news. Penelope's fainting.

I knew from the books that Cressida was going to come forward and I like how the show is framing it as an act of desperation. I still don't like the decision to come forward as Lady Whistledown, but this feels more complex than in the books, where Cressida is just a hateful cow.

Well, I loved this episode it had sexy Polin in it as well as lots of drama. She still hasn't told Colin and that reveal is going to be filled with drama. I hope for more passionate scenes and for more drama for the next episodes along with a glorious reunification with Eloise.

Season 3 has been so good so far. The perfect blend of romance, humor, suspense, and drama. Lots of fan service. I am satisfied!

[kujo1597]

It’s funny how I said I was excited to start the Starbright trilogy and then I wind up not posting anything for three weeks. I was a little busy, going out of town visiting friend and family, building a couple Figure-Rise model kits, making a mad dash to finish Cyber Shadow and Grandia before the Thousand-Year Door remake releases. Writing more of the first part of Like A Phoenix. Getting fairly sick. And a few other things.

Well anyway, back to Jem! In the last episode we learned that Ba Nee needs an eye surgery or else she’ll go blind.

The episode opens with a cheerful tune and a bus speeding down the road. But quickly transitions to the sad music and Jerrica sitting in the eye doctor’s office and talking about how tragic this is, and how she’s determined to make sure that Ba Nee doesn’t go blind. The doctor tells her that there is an experimental surgery that has worked in some cases like Ba Nee’s. Jerrica takes this as good news but the doctor isn’t so sure about that because the surgery is so expensive.

Now we see Jerrica solemnly driving Ba Nee home. It’s actually pretty sad. Ba Nee asks Jerrica if her eyes will be fixed and Jerrica tells her to not worry about it. That they’ll be just fine.

However when we get back to the mansion we see Jerrica pacing around the music room while talking to her sisters about how much the surgery costs, and how they’re going to pay for it. Shana mentions that they’ve cancelled all of their concerts to record their movie. And then Aja remembers that they can get the money from Starlight Music. This gives Jerrica hope.

Unfortunately Starlight Music is looking like it doesn’t have a dime to spare. All the lights are off, all the employees are gone, and so is the office equipment. One of the employees is still here though.

Joanie, who I’m guessing has worked for the company for a number of years. She greets Jerrica with a hug before filling her in on what’s happened. Eric Raymond took all the money he could from Starlight Music to promote The Misfits. And as a result of that, and Joanie lacking the proper authority none of the bills for Starlight Music have been paid.

Jerrica takes charge to sort this mess out. And luckily she does, but Starlight Music is now on the verge of going bankrupt. They can’t get the money for the surgery through the music company. And Jerrica reaches the conclusion that the only way to raise the money is to finish the Jem movie. Her sisters disagree with the decision and Jerrica says a line that really stands out to me, one that I really like.

“Then who tells Ba Nee she’ll be blind?”

And this hits the others hard.

I really love this scene. It’s harsh. It’s a harsh truth. Jem as a series doesn’t shy away from harshness. It’s a lighthearted show overall but we also get these moments too. It’s one of the reasons why I like it so much.

Eric does allow Jem and The Holograms to continue to work on the movie but on one condition. Jerrica will be his assistant. And she has no choice but to agree.

We get back to filming and I love Samantha Newark’s voice acting. That fake cheery “Let’s get it over with” before sighing is so good.

I forgot how fucking PISSED Rio is to see Jem back on set. Holy shit.

Anyway, Nick Mann tells the makeup artist, Georgia, that she was right about Jem coming back. And Georgia says that some people need to be the centre of attention. I kinda laugh because of who she’s saying this to.

Welp, let’s check in on Eric. Pizzazz is angry that he’s let Jem back in the film. These moments are fun because Eric is so scummy and sleazy. He’s having things thrown at him by his band. But talks them down by saying that Jem and The Holograms have to do whatever they say.

Now we see Clash and Video fighting and Video lets it slip that Jem is only back on set because a Starlight Girl needs an operation to save her eyesight. Naturally Clash immediately tells the Misfits about the situation.

And dear sweet Stormer is so concerned about which Starlight Girl needs surgery. None of her bandmates are worried though. They just care about how they can exploit this situation to make Jem suffer. First item on the agenda, kicking Jem and The Holograms out of their dressing room. By the way, Stormer’s not great at being mean. She tells them to not forget their toothbrushes.

And this brings us to our first song of the episode.

“Congratulations” is pretty fun. Stormer is unusually mean in it. I chalk it up to being a music video. Anyway, it’s just the Misfits being terrible to Jem and The Holograms and saying that they’re about to become has-beens. It’s a very Misfits-y gloating song.

After the music video we get back on the set and Kimbr’s trying to flirt with Nick who does not care one bit about her. And like, Kimber you are dodging a huge bullet. Holy shit. Oh, and Jeff is trying to get Kimber’s attention but she’s ignoring him to go after Nick.

Meanwhile Rio is scolding Jem for coming back on the movie. Saying that he’s disappointed in her because he thought she had more pride. And like, I guess Jerrica didn’t fill him in on the situation. She probably should have. But it probably slipped her mind with everything else going on. And well, she probably didn’t expect Rio to be soooo… like this. But that’s okay, Pizzazz is here to make things worse. She’s calling Rio’s name and calling him darling. So Jem storms off in a huff.

Now we hear Eric calling for Jerrica. He wants his assistant. And he wants her now. A quick change later into that sweater vest I adore and Eric tells Jerrica to bring him a coffee. Then Eric asks for Jem and Jerrica offers to go find her but Eric tells her to stay put.

Jem has one minute to get on set before Eric fires her, and Jerrica needs to think fast.

Naturally the solution is to just project a hologram of Jem. But of course a fully holographic Jem can’t be the one acting in the movie. There’s too much touching going on. Eric starts going over the scene with the actors and Jerrica uses this as an opportunity to sneak away so she could swap spots with the fake Jem.

By the way part of this scene is Nick going in to kiss Jem and then being captivated by Pizzazz entering the casino. And he’s not really feeling this change in script.

We see the scene play out and Nick calls Pizzazz a terrible kisser. And this hurts her pride a little and she asks Eric for a pop in a very whiny voice. It’s honestly kind of cute. Jerrica is on drinks duty.

Filming wraps up for the day and Pizzazz has a job for Clash to do. Swap around the call sheets for the next day’s filming so Jem can’t make it to the set on time. After Jem and The Holograms learn that the sheets were swapped around we get our next music video.

I love this song! And this is an entertaining video to go with it. They’re running through the movie studio trying to find their set and crash a bunch of filmings. We also see Jem land on the stunt table from a great height.

And damn this girl is tough. Stunt table or not I bet that hurt. I headcanon that Jerrica ended up with quite the bruise on her shoulder from this.

Fortunately after the music video Video finds them and brings the band to the correct set.

Eric is not happy that they’re late, and he’s refusing to hear Jem’s reason for being late. The film crew is getting annoyed with Eric and how he runs things. Eric tells Jem and The Holograms that he’s docking their pay by a day.

Jem pleads with Eric, telling him that they need the money. And he isn’t having it. This is one of those moments where Jerrica is trying to connect with the humanity she believes Eric had when he worked for her father. I'm not 100% sure Eric ever had that humanity. But Jerrica thinks he did. This isn't Jem talking in the scene, it's Jerrica.

The crew is confused about why Jem is so desperate for the money and Video offers to explain it to them.

Out next scene is… I have no idea honestly. It involves prisoners in a temple. What the hell kind of movie is this? What is the setting? I’d ask if Pizzazz wrote it but if she did then Jem wouldn’t be in any scenes. And now I’m thinking about Axe Cop, a series written by a man and his very young brother. This movie is kind of giving me those vibes with how everywhere and nonsense the settings are. I miss Axe Cop… Maybe I should check out the webcomic some time.

Anyway. Eric is demanding for Jerrica again and Jem is in jail for this scene. She projects a Jerrica hologram but Eric wants somebody to hold his script for him. He throws it at the holographic Jerrica and it goes through her.

Synergy’s acting is quite good, the reaction to having a scrip fly through you is very natural. As long as nobody was paying much attention nobody would notice why exactly it went thud on the floor.

Aja has a plan, she tells Pizzazz that Jem is in more scenes than she is. And Pizzazz screams Eric’s name and demands that Jem is taken out of the scene. And Eric probably doesn’t want more things thrown at him so he kicks Jem out of jail.

She turns back into Jerrica and hands Eric the script.

We see more of the fight scene and seriously, what the hell is this movie? Did Eric decide to just cram as many different settings that people like into one movie? Hit all the demographics?

Well, filming has wrapped up for lunch and Rio catches up with Jerrica. Mr. Romantic tells Jerrica that Jem isn’t worth his time. And well, Jerrica is pissed off at him. She tells Rio that Jem is back to take Eric’s shit because she asked Jem to come back because Be Nee needs an operation. And Jerrica also told Rio that he shouldn’t be coming back to her just because Jem did something that he doesn’t like. And then Jerrica storms off.

And Rio is Rio so he has no idea what he did wrong.

I need to rant about Rio here. Because the more I think about it, the more I get annoyed with him. So Rio is criticizing Jem for coming back onto the set and dragging her band back with her. He's mad at Jem for not having pride and integrity. Who is it that didn't stand with their childhood friends?

Rio.

He didn't quit. He stayed a part of this production. I'm not saying that Rio needed to quit because everybody else did. But it would have been a show of solidarity. He's seen the way the Misfits have been acting, and decided to stick around. Yeah dude needs money. But so do his friends and girlfriend.

Okay rant over. I went into this thinking I'd decide I was perhaps a little harder on Rio than I should be. But if anything I'm getting more mad at Rio than ever before.

Back to filming. It’s a chase scene on a fake log very high off the ground. Jem and the character Nick is playing will be pursued by those guys with swords from earlier. Nick laughs and says that he’ll have Jeff do this scene. And Jem asks Eric where her stunt double is. And Eric tells her that if she’s too chicken he’ll hire a stunt double in exchange for half of Jem’s salary.

When Jem announces that she’s ready to start filming the scene Jeff immediately takes issue with the lack of safety precautions. And Eric fires back at him. But the cinematographer, Corwin, says that he refuses to film until safety measures are in place. Eric fires him on the spot and decides that he’ll film the rest of the movie himself.

He calls “action” and Jem starts her scene. But the log she’s running on is poorly constructed and breaks apart right from under her.

Fortunately our girl is strong. She managed to dig her nails into the fake log to keep herself from falling. After Jem loses her grip Rio swings in on a vine and rescues her. The two kiss.

And I didn’t mention this earlier but Video has been filming everything on the set. We clearly see her in every scene holding her video camera. And she caught the whole accident on tape. She plans to turn it into the appropriate unions. Pizzazz notices this and tells Eric who wants anything but for the tape to be sent in. Clash has a plan.

She borrows a tape eraser from one of the editors and uses it to erase the tape that Video had so conveniently labelled.

Of course Video knows her cousin well. The tape Clash erased was actually a Misfits music video. Video tells Jem about her plan to turn the tape in but Jem opposes to it. Nobody is pleased with this, Rio especially, but Jem does convince Video and Jeff to not give the tape to the unions. But Jeff tells her that if one more things goes wrong then he’s going to get the production shut down.

It’s nightime at Starlight Mansion and Kimber is reading the script for her scene with Nick and sighing because he’s so dreamy. And GIRL this man is not a good man. I don’t care how handsome he supposedly is. aaaaaaaa

Aaaanyway Aja and Shana are talking to Jerrica about the accident earlier with the fake log. And they’re telling her that no movie is worth that kind of trouble. Jerrica tells them that Ba Nee is worth it.

And then she leaves to check on her foster daughter who is doing her best to read before bed. She asks Jerrica when her operation is going to be. And Jerrica assures Ba Nee that Jem will take care of everything, and that the operation will be very soon.

And god this drives a knife into my heart. Jerrica will do anything for this girl. She loves Ba Nee so dearly.

Well back to the disaster of a movie. And we see Nick sitting on a fake motorcycle looking attractive for the camera. His part of the scene is done now. And of course Kimber is right next to him trying to get him to notice her. Roxy and Pizzazz are disgusted by Kimber’s behaviour.

Somehow one of Nick’s fans got onto the set and asks him for an autograph and Nick is an ass to her. And this is when Kimber starts to think, “Huh maybe this guy isn’t so great.”

Oh my god I forgot this is when “Love Is Doin’ It To Me” plays! It’s one of my favourite Jem (band) songs! I don’t know why to be honest. I just really like it.

After the music video Kimber bumps into Jeff. And he notices that she looks a little nervous about the scene. He offers to explain how it’ll all work and Kimber accept his offer. Jeff goes over the explosives and how there’s a safe path through them. He also shows Kimber her stunt double and this puts Kimber more at ease. Jeff asks her for a kiss for good luck and Kimber gives him one on the cheek before Eric calls her over to go over the scene.

We cut to Jeff walking back to his motorcycle and he sees Roxy leaning on it. She gives Jeff her own kiss for good luck right on his lips. Jeff does not reciprocate.

Roxy doesn’t take this well. She’s jealous of Kimber and hatches a plan to get back at her.

This plan is fucked up. Okay so, first Clash distracts the guy in charge of the explosives by giving him hearing damage. Then Roxy sets them off.

Kimber gets caught in the explosions and cries for help from Nick who is just a couple feet away from her. But he’s not about to run into any explosions for some kid and he takes off.

We end the episode here.

Oh goodness me. It was nice getting back to this. I’m sure the next part won’t take so long. I won’t be going anywhere, and I hopefully won’t be getting sick again. *looks at the calendar* Oh yeah, Paper Mario. Well I guess I’ll just have to do the write-up for the next episode on Wednesday, and screenshots on Thursday. Because let’s be honest, Friday evening will be all taken up with TTYD. It comes out on Thursday but I live in a very tiny city and my local Walmart didn’t have the SMRPG remake on the shelves in the morning of its release so I decided to just go there on Friday for TTYD’s remake. Hopefully they’ll have it. That Walmart doesn’t always get the latest releases in. And it’s pretty much the only store I can check. My only other options are Shoppers Drugmart and Staples. The nearest EB Games is two hours away.

*sighs* There’s a reason I’ve caved in and bought so many games digitally.

Well anyway. See you all next time for the conclusion to the Starlight trilogy!

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 6, Episode 3

Oh boy I can tell already I might need to split this one up into several posts again let's jump right in

Proud of them 🥰 Bru's also so funny lol hey wait why did Ethan look at Matty I didn't even write this ep 😮

Another rare mention of time, it's every single one of these small mentions that made me switch the timeline from an estimated year or many months down to just two.

Why is Johnson leaning so far isn't that like so uncomfortable??

Okay I went to gif this because Matty's hand on his thigh is driving me insane but then I noticed that Ethan is sitting so spread he might actually just have his leg touching Johnson's 😳

I love how he's speaking to everyone and he's still like 'this is all on you' while Johnson is free from the lecture the entire time. I love writing Johnson's interactions with Joel so much for reasons that aren't revealed yet and I wish the show gave me some so they all weren't just me ;w; and again Joel is hot but not my quite type but if he did this to me I'd 😳

I love this bit so genuinely. The Brawlers are strong and in power. They have the cops paid off. They make so much money. These are good times like Joel says, but he also isn't high and mighty and overpowered. He's been through the old war and he doesn't want it to happen again. Fuck I seriously love this guy I love writing him so much and I'm so incredibly excited for the episode 8 chapter you don't even know

They're all so beautiful

This isn't my Phoenixes but I love the detail of his chain being attached to a knife, not a wallet, and he uses it to whittle the giraffe for Lyla ;w;

Since I'm on this scene, it's also interesting that the clock in the background is broken to keep up the timeless theme, I don't think I've seen a single clock in this whole thing and if I did I completely missed it

I really love Ethan's serious face here, I wonder if he was this assertive before he met Matty and Johnson cause he seemed pretty restrained back at the restaurant even when he was getting mad

Fuck off Witt 😒

Or you could stay. It makes me actually kinda sad that he's still trying to get away here

Angel! But really I'm so curious as to who she is to him, like am I right?? Is this Matty's girl or usual Pinup? Are they together in some sense or are they friends? I don't think she sells anything to him since that seems to be Meredith's whole thing, so I'm gunna continue calling her Angel and writing her story for the writers okay it's canon now

Had to gif this entire exchange because their relationship is so important to me. This boy has always been a single child and now he knows what it's like to have a little sister ;w; him letting out the longest resigned sigh known to man is the funniest thing to me apart from his little smirk in the 4th gif oh my god I love him so much, gets bullied once and agrees

Would've loved to do the next scene as well since they're all together but I couldn't resist all the Matty, so all of that will be saved for tomorrow~ 💙

[juniper-sunny]

The Art in the Heart - Chapter 12

Silco takes you Topside for your very first date. Then sees more of you than ever before…

Everybody Lives AU | Pre-Act 1 | Silco x Reader | Female!Reader | Slow Burn | Eventual Smut | Fluff | Mild Angst || SFW | WC: 3.47k

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Tonight’s the big night. And you already screwed it up.

You pace back and forth frantically in front of your wardrobe, chewing on your fingernails.

You shouldn’t have kissed Silco before your first date. You’re going to scare him off with how eager— no, with how desperate you were. Everybody knows you don’t kiss until the third date. Or at least, that was what a little girl at Janna’s Hearth had told you. At the ripe old age of nine years, she had spoken with a confident, matter-of-fact tone that conveyed all the wisdom of her life experience. You had listened to her carefully with wide eyes; at that age, it’s important to show children that adults will respect what they have to say and take them seriously.

Maybe you should have paid closer attention to her.

It’s a ridiculous Topside expectation for you to wear a different dress to every single social gathering, as if it were a war crime to wear the same outfit to different parties. Why did Pilties care so much about something so inconsequential? It shouldn’t be such a big deal as long as the dress is clean. Most Zaunites wouldn’t have the money or patience to buy an excessive amount of formalwear, much less keep it in good condition. 

You’re grateful right now, though, looking at six of your dresses laid out on your bed. That’s more than enough to choose from. But it also means more time to waste as you put one on, scrutinize yourself in the mirror, take it off, put it back on again, then start all over with a different one. Which do you look best in? What would Silco like?

You look at your clock. Shit, you’re running out of time. He’ll be here soon, and he’s never late. If you pick something now you’ll have just enough time left to do your hair and makeup. 

Just as you’re finishing up, someone knocks on your door. 

A few deep breaths help calm your rattling nerves. Also, maybe making him wait a little will help you seem more composed, if only to compensate for your earlier overzealousness. 

You open the door slowly. Only to be greeted by a breathtaking sight.

The first thing you notice is that Silco has tied his hair back. His brilliant eyes are on full display, as well as a hesitant smile playing around his lips. The setting sun casts shadows on his face that emphasize the sharpness of his high cheekbones now that they’re no longer obscured.

His lithe form is emphasized all over by his outfit, carved and sharp long lines emphasizing his handsome features. A long, smoke black overcoat reaches just above his knees; its inner lining a deep, rich maroon as revealed by the large collar circling his neck. His svelte waist is encased in a close-fitting double-breasted vest, medium gray with a burgundy tint. The vest's wide collar is a darker black that emphasizes the broadness of his shoulders. His formal vermillion shirt and an eggshell white tie complement the vest. His pants and boots are the same deep obsidian as his coat. The coat and vest have matching golden edges, intricately stitched and shining in the last light of the sunset.

All in all, this is the classiest outfit you’ve ever seen him wear. 

It’s so different from his more casual tank tops or long-sleeved shirts, but he’s so handsome that you could definitely get used to this look. His clothing could fool the untrained eye into thinking he's wearing Topside attire, but there are mismatched stitches here and there on the seams of his pants, a sure sign that the clothing was repaired in the Undercity and not Topside. Still, Silco is more handsome than any Piltie gentlemen you've ever seen, despite the exorbitant cost of their expensive tuxedos.  

Silco shuffles his feet. He opens his mouth to greet you, but a hitch catches in his voice as he stutters. He tries to cover it up by clearing his throat to say, “Hello.”

“Hi,” you smile shyly at him. “You look very dashing.” 

“Thank you. I can only hope to imitate the beauty that you depict in so many of your artworks.”

“Yeah, about that. Do you wanna know a secret?” you grin mischievously at Silco.

“Do tell,” his smile settles into an intrigued smirk.

“It’s all in the collars,” you tease, lightly pulling on his coat. “Everybody knows that bigger is better.” 

“I did aspire to outshine the average gentleman in that department,” he smirks. He strands straighter, seemingly even taller than usual with how your eyes are dragged up and down his body. You only just now notice the picnic basket he has hooked over one elbow. “But no one could compare with how beautiful you look tonight.” 

You blush. Agonizing over your preparations was worth it just to hear that. The dress you’ve opted for tonight is a light lilac wisp of a thing, off the shoulder with short sleeves. The boned corset of the dress cinches almost skintight around your waist. From there, the dress rests close to your body, the night breeze playing with the hemline ending just above your ankles. Your heeled boots are a slightly darker shade of purple, with a tasteful silver thread filigree in the shape of a large bird, wings open midflight. 

“Thanks,” you try to say with a nonchalant tone. But as with every compliment and smile he sends your way, it sends a little thrill through your heart that curls inside you like a cat in a sunbeam. 

Silco offers you his free arm. You hook your hand around it, enjoying the feel of the soft coat under your hand. When you rub his sleeve, he pulls his elbow close against his body, as if he could feel your touch through the fabric. He sets a leisurely pace that you match, heading towards Piltover. 

Your throat is dry. Oh gods— You’ve held plenty of conversations with Silco before— what do you talk about now? How do you talk? The panic makes your tongue heavy in your mouth—

“I hope it’s alright that we’re headed to Topside,” Silco’s voice cuts through the night. He’s trying to sound casual, but his throat bobs as he swallows apprehensively. 

“Of course, Silco,” you squeak out. “I’ll go anywhere with you.” (Shit, are you coming on too hard? You shouldn’t have said that.) 

“I’ve made us dinner as well,” if he was nervous before, it finally cracks through as his voice trembles. He swallows again before continuing, “It might not compare to your cooking or Kharon’s—”

“Silco,” you interrupt him, letting go of his elbow to instead reach for his hand. You pull at his wrist, and he hesitantly entwines his fingers with yours. “It’s okay. I'm looking forward to it.” 

He seems to be missing his usual confidence and self-assuredness, his eyes darting around as if he might find it discarded on the street. If there’s a chance that he’s as on edge as you are tonight, it actually reassures you a little, funnily enough. Even first-date nerves can't keep you from enjoying the comfortable, warm glow that always envelopes you whenever you’re in your friend's presence. 

Your conversation falls into an easy rhythm as the pair of you head towards whatever destination Silco leads you to. The evening crowd trickles into the streets, on their way to their nighttime affairs. When he grips your hand tight, it’s not out of a protective instinct but a soothing one. Whether it’s for you or himself, you’re not sure, but you’re happy to be so close to him either way. 

Silco points at the end of a large street, its gray cobblestone giving way to looser, dark gravel. 

“We’re almost there,” he says. Most other people seem to be leaving the area, deterred by a bright yellow barricade and a sign declaring in bold, black letters: CLOSED FOR REPAIRS. After surreptitiously glancing around to check that no one is looking, he lifts the barrier high enough for you to duck underneath it. You giggle as you do so, exhilarated.

“Have you ever been here before?” Silco whispers. He glances up at the windows of nearby buildings, looking out for observers. The walkway slants downward into a slope, wild stones smoothing out under your feet. 

“I don’t think so? Where are we?” Even if it weren’t getting dark, this area of Piltover is unfamiliar. The sound of waves creeps up on you, and your boots begin to sink slightly into sand. 

Silco comes to a halt, turning with a flourish. 

“May I present one of Topside’s best kept secrets: Midtown Cove,” he states grandly. With a sweep of his arm, he presents a small, cozy beach. The white sand is smooth, disturbed only by errant footprints. Moonlight casts a soft glow, illuminating a dappled stripe on the water. The faraway horizon is dotted with dark islands and distant boats.

Piltover is a beautiful place, but this beach has a wild allure all on its own, almost divorced entirely from the highly engineered and carved out gold and marble aesthetic of the city. No, the landscape here is untouched and untamed. 

In that sense, it’s very much like Silco himself. 

“This place is beautiful,” you say happily. It’s a lovely sight, straight out of a postcard or one of your own landscape paintings. You turn to him with a delighted grin on your face. “I love it.”

Silco looks relieved to hear you say that. “It’s probably one of the only places in Topside I like to frequent. Not many Topsiders seem to make their way here, so I had hoped this place would be new to you as well.”

“We got lucky that the beach is under repairs,” you then frown in thought. “How do you fix a beach anyways?”

“I placed the barricade there myself,” Silco laughs. He sets the picnic basket down, pulling out a large blanket. You walk forward to help him spread it, but he shoos you away with a wave of his hand. “Just to ensure our complete privacy.”

“I always knew you were a bad boy,” you tease him. “Insurrection, burglary, breaking and entering, and now trespassing? I’m surprised there aren’t wanted posters of you everywhere.” 

“What can I say? I’m a man of many talents,” he laughs. When he gestures for you to take a seat, you do so carefully, stretching your legs out and keeping your knees close together. 

“Seriously though… thank you,” you smile. It’s been a long time since someone made so much effort to take you out on such a nice date. The anticipation that was building up all day has now turned into a contented gratitude. You couldn’t have asked for a better companion tonight. 

“Don’t thank me yet,” he replies with a grimace. He carefully pulls out plates and a thermos from his basket. “I’m sorry I only made sandwiches— I should have ordered takeout from Jericho’s—”

“Stop that,” you scold him gently. You grab a plate and hold it out. “Thank you so much for dinner, Silco. I can’t wait!” 

Silco can’t help but smile when he sees how eager you are. He places a wrapped sandwich on your plate before grabbing one for himself, watching you anxiously as you unwrap it.

When you bite down on it, a symphony of flavors bursts in your mouth. Rich, peppered meats, sweet and juicy tomato slices, and a smooth cheese all complement each other in perfect harmony, with a beautifully crusty bread to top it all off. You hum in appreciation.

“This is so good!” you say around a mouthful of sandwich. You swallow hastily. Crap, that wasn’t very ladylike. Even if Zaunites aren’t as concerned with table manners as Topsiders are, you’re still on a date. (Tonight’s goal is to impress him, not scare him off.) “You made these yourself?? This is restaurant quality!”

With a grin, he bites into his own dinner. “Thank you. I had consulted with Kharon on how to pair the ingredients.”

“Really?” you chuckle. “I’m glad she’s warming up to you.”

“I’m not quite sure about that,” he frowns. “It’s difficult to discern what she’s thinking.”

“But she helped you, right? She wouldn’t have bothered at all if she didn’t like you,” you point out. 

“Well, when I mentioned that I intended to court you, she may have… expressed her concerns.”

(Uh-oh.) “What did she do??”

“Nothing.”

“Silco…” your annoyed expression at him is somewhat ruined by the fact that your cheeks are full of sandwich.

“She may have… raised her voice at me. Not with words.”

You swallow and sigh. “Sorry about that. Kharon can get pretty overprotective.”

He shakes his head. “There’s no need to apologize on her behalf. I understand where she’s coming from. The desire to protect someone dear to you is perfectly natural... It’s the same way I feel about you.” 

You blush and look away. You busy yourself with finishing off the sandwich and brushing crumbs off of your hands. 

Silco holds out a napkin for you to use. When you take it from him, you glance at him sideways. There is nothing but care and affection in his gaze. 

Soon after, Silco is done eating as well. He hands you the thermos and you drink from it. When you pass it back to him, you’re seized by the impulse to scoot closer to him. As you do so, he automatically raises an arm to drape it around you, his hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. You let yourself lean into him, his coat rubbing up against your cheek.

Silco is solid and warm next to you. His fingers skim over your skin, playing with the fabric of your sleeve. The smell of his new cologne lingers in the air, a fresh and woodsy aroma that’s not too heavy but still stands out against the saltwater scent of the sea.

The two of you bask in a quiet moment, watching the waves lap at the shore. The moonlight caresses the water, bright coins bobbing and shifting over the surface. 

“You were right,” you murmur quietly. “The water really is peaceful.” 

Silco hums in amusement. “That’s not quite what I had in mind… would you like to see?”

You nod, curious about his meaning. When he stands up, you feel the loss of his presence keenly. It’s soon overcome by a growing alarm when he takes off his coat and unhooks his vest.

“What are you doing?!” you squeak out, clapping your hands over your eyes. You can’t help but peek between the gaps in your fingers to watch him unbutton his shirt and pull off his tie. Although you’ve fantasized about his body before, you’re wholly unprepared for him actually stripping in front of you. You clamp your eyes shut when he starts pulling down his pants.

“Come swim with me,” Silco says. You can sense him stepping closer to you, gently taking your wrists to pull you to your feet. Your eyes stay closed, though. 

“Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll watch the basket,” you squinch your eyes shut tighter. 

He slides his hands up your arms to hold the back of your elbows. The blush on your face travels downwards, your chest heating up like a furnace. Before you can turn away, Silco presses his lips against your forehead, softly and sweetly, whispering your name. When you crack open your eyes, he’s staring deep into you, focused and intense. You couldn’t turn away even if you wanted to. 

You swallow and whisper, “Okay.”

Your breath hitches when Silco walks away to stand behind you. He slowly ghosts his fingers over the tops of your shoulders. You shiver, hoping he can’t feel the goosebumps forming everywhere he touches you.

His hands drag across your back until he finds what he’s looking for. The zipper on your dress is pulled down, slowly and deliberately. The dress falls open enough for him to place his palms on your back. Warmth blooms wherever his hands make contact: his thumbs gently stroking either side of your spine, then moving to glide over your ribs. 

Your blood burns with agitation. The rough calluses on his fingers graze against your skin as he traces every inch of you, igniting fireworks in your veins. 

Finally, his hands reach down to your hips and he pushes the dress off you. It falls to the ground and pools around your feet. You hold onto him for balance when you pull off your boots, leaving you only in a strapless bra and panties. 

He walks in front of you to take your hands as you step onto the beach. You shyly drop your gaze to the ground, watching the cool and grainy sand sink as you step with your bare feet.  

You’ve never been seen or touched like this before; it's nerve-wracking but exciting. You can feel his eyes unabashedly enjoying the sight of you in just your underwear. But you’re not afraid— except for maybe one thing.

(Is now a good time to tell him? But it might kill the mood—)

Silco starts walking backwards into the water, still pulling you along. As your toes touch the waves, the cold startles you, a deep cut to your bones. You flinch and stop walking.

“Sorry, it’s cold,” you apologize. You draw your foot back, digging your heels into the sand. 

Silco’s grip on your hands tightens infinitesimally. A mischievous grin plays around his lips, a bright gleam shining in his eyes—

You realize his intentions too late.

The world turns into a blur. Wind whistles through your hair as you’re swept off your feet. You're weightless, flying through the air then crashing into the water. You shriek instinctively. He must have scooped you up and thrown you so rapidly that you barely saw or felt him move. 

Your eyes close instinctively as you sink. The water is a crashing, freezing shock to your system, vision filling with white foam. Silco’s feet kick out as he spreads his arms to keep himself floating. 

The cold embraces you, a soft ethereal blanket wrapping around you. Bubbles and roiling waves obscuring your vision. A part of you recognizes the truth of what Silco says: there is peace in water, but not when you’re disoriented and fighting the impulse to breathe.

Silco takes hold of your flailing arms. With a gentle grip on your elbows, he pulls you above the surface, laughing while you gasp for air.  

“You’re okay,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

His hands drop to your waist. He pulls you close as you rest your hands on his shoulders, both your legs kicking freely.

You headbutt him, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show your annoyance as you purse your lips at him. 

“Dummy,” you scowl. “I could’ve drowned.”

“I would never let that happen,” he vows. “Besides, when getting accustomed to cold waters, I’ve found the best approach is to dive in without hesitation.”

He rests his forehead against yours. Touching noses with you. 

His eyes are half-lidded. Even when you’re blinking water out of your eyes, his gaze bores deep into yours. Your lips part and you exhale softly on him. 

(He’s not really talking about the water, is he?)

You push your hair out of your eyes. Glancing down at his lips. Raising one hand to touch his face. As your thumb brushes his lower lip, his mouth falls open slightly. 

The world stills around you. 

There’s only the water, and Silco.

Waiting for you to dive in. 

(Then what are you waiting for?)

You lean closer. Enough to smell the salt of the ocean coming off his skin. Tracing the trail of a single drop of water meandering down his cheekbones and falling off his chin. 

Finally, you kiss him. 

Silco reciprocates eagerly. Mouth wet from both the water and his fervor. Lips tasting as much of you as possible. His arms tighten around your waist at the same time you wrap yours around his neck.  

His kisses push deeper into your mouth, and you open wider to make room for his tongue. You gasp as a hot thrill flares inside you. Not just inside your mouth, but between your legs as well. 

He pulls you flush against him. The hardness of his cock rubs up against you, barely separated by the thin layer of your and his underwear. You whine into his mouth.

Silco breaks off to press his forehead into yours. The night is dark, but a fire burns in his eyes.

“Can I take you home?” he whispers, voice low and husky.

Such a small question, made up of only five words. There’s only one answer to give: 

“Yes.” 

Chapter 13

[sailor-toni]

Why Nobody Works for the Fenton's

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“Think fast! What is the frequency that can disrupt a ghost's physical form?” Mrs. Fenton gleefully asked.

“Um… 150 decibels?” Valerie hugged the clipboard to her chest, surprised by the smile Mrs. Fenton had.

“No, but a good guess. It’s actually much higher than that! The high noise affects the ectoplasmic cells, and causes them to vibrate, losing their connections and bonds to one another, resulting in a ghost losing their physical form and turning into a mass of ectoplasmic goo.”

“You have a weapon that can do that?” Valerie asked.

“Well, no. This is only theory, as a weapon that could do that would cause serious hearing damage to anyone holding the weapon. And since the local farmers won’t give us permission to test on their land anymore, we haven’t had the right environment to test it,”

“Why won’t the local farmers let you test on their lands anymore?”

“Because they are cowards who can’t see what progress we are doing!” Jack yelled from the back of the lab. He was covered in thick cables that spired around his arms and legs. Each one looked to be over a hundred pounds, but the man carried them with ease.

“We accidentally covered one of their fields with experimental ectoplasm,” Maddie whispered into Valerie’s ear. “The corn outside of Amity Park is now considered ‘toxic’.” She put air quoted around toxic.  

“Valerie!” Jack turned his body, the cables dragging against the metal floor. “If any son of a gun from the EPA calls or arrives at the door, tell him to eat grass! The Fenton’s don’t answer to the government!” Valerie sucked her breath. She didn’t want to say anything that would offend the Fentons, especially since they were kind enough to give her a paid internship.

                 Casper High required that all of its students do a two-week internship in order to graduate. Most students do it in their senior year and help out one of the local businesses. She would’ve asked her Dad for an internship at his place, but then Phantom showed up. Her second choice was city hall. Dash, Kwan, and the rest of the football team got internships with city hall a year ago, but then Phantom held the old Mayor hostage, and the internship program was cut to pay for more security.  But that was fine. Nobody wanted to intern with the Fentons, the crazed duo had scared off anyone who would be willing to work with them. Everyone but Valerie, who needed them for one reason and one reason alone.  Information on ghosts! 

Also, she needed money after ghost hunting cost her the Nasty Burger job, and the Fentons were one of the few places that even offered paid internships.

“So, um Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, what will I be doing here?” 

“Great question Valerie! You will uhhhh, Honey what will she be doing?” Jack stuck his bottom lip out, his face was frozen as if he forgot what he was going to say. 

“You will be helping us keep the lab clean, change the ghost portal filter, answer any email or call that comes in, keeping stock of inventions and weapons, and helping us out in experiments.” Valerie nodded along, a lot of her tasks sounded very boring and typical; the last two options made her eyes light up. 

“And if you’re good at all that, we might even hire you as our assistant!” 

“Jack, we haven’t fully discussed that yet.” 

“Oh come on Maddie! Look at her, I bet she will be amazing!” 

Valerie stood there and smiled, if she could make this her new job, she would have access to all the weapons she would need, maybe they could teach her how to make the weapons, and she could make them at home. Valerie could already see Phantom’s face when she opened hell on earth with the stockpiles these two had. 

Her first day was spent walking through the lab and command center, her brain overloaded with what every button, gun, and icon did. At the end Valerie was sure these fools were secretly loaded, how else did they get their hands on all this material, and guns, and chemicals. Maddie had a secret room in the downstairs lab, locked to prevent her kids (aka DANNY) from pouring acid on themselves, full of every kind of poison, acid, and chemical imaginable. 

“Your first task tomorrow is to organize all of these. Don’t worry, we have a spare hazmat suit in the bunker,” Maddie said. 

“You have a bunker?” said Valerie.

“Yes, in case anyone attacks or the Russians finally nuke us. I’ll show you that later, I don’t want to give you too much information today.” Maddie chuckled as if it was all a joke. She continued explaining what each chemical did and where it had to go, but Valerie's eyes traveled to the back of the hidden room. 

“Mrs. Fenton, what is that?” 

“That is a live ghost we keep here in the lab. We use it to harvest ectoplasms and our experiments. Don’t worry it can’t feel anything we do to it, I lobotomized it years ago,” again she said it with a chuckle and a smile. The ghost had pale green skin and even paler hair, dark circles outlined his eyes like wastelands outside a drained oasis. “We found it outside a natural portal back in 1992 right before it closed. He put up quite a fight, but nothing compares to my Jack, and a fully loaded gun,” Maddie walked over and tapped the glass. “Jack and I joke that he is the hardest worker in our lab. Aren't you Harold?” Harold floated in the green liquid, his legs dissolving into nothing more than a pile of goo. “We usually keep a tarp over him when we don’t have to use him. I wonder who moved it. Oh! I found it!” She grabbed the black tarp and swung it over the tank, as the dark shroud covered Harold’s helpless features, Valerie thought she saw his hand move.  

[viridiansworld]

Chapter 1: Batman

Collateral Damage Masterlist

Pairing: Changbin x Original Character[Rory] x Lee Know

Includes: Underground Crime Member Changbin, vigilante original AFAB main character, antihero district attorney Lee Minho

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, criminal behavior (theft & robbery), angst, tense situations, knife violence, gun violence, blood & injury, eventual smut

Doing these jobs. They were an end to a means. But the end seemed to never come. So yet again, here I was doing another one. Atleast the money was good. And maybe I enjoyed the rush and the high of completing them a little bit too.

Currently, I found myself climbing up the fire escape of the center city museum, making my way to the roof as stealthily as possible. My job tonight was very straightforward. Get in, secure the item, get out.

The night sky was cloudy and the lights of the city cast an erie glow up onto them. It had rained earlier and the railing of the fire escape ladder was slick. My gloves helped but I was one bad footing away from slipping, or worse, plummeting to the metal grate below. Instead of dwelling on the potential dangers I focused back in on the task at hand and finished climbing up.

The central alarm for the building doors and windows had been cut. All the security cameras had been put on a freeze frame so I would be undetectable on video. A guard, paid off with a hefty sum, was easy to corrupt and just as planned the rooftop door was left ajar by a Coke bottle for me to easily slip in.

With the rooftop door securely closed behind me I crept down the small stairwell. Another door lay ahead that I had been told would be unlocked. Time for the moment of truth. I gently pushed the door open only a crack, waiting for any sign of a disturbance. Nothing came. I eased the door open wide enough to slip out into the 4th floor hallway and then I gently let the door close.

I had toured the museum earlier in the week. Hidden in the crowd as an unsuspecting guest, admiring the new jewel exhibit. This wasn't my usual job, being a jewel thief that is. Normally I was an intel gatherer or doing my vigilante bullshit. This was a new request from my boss. Being always up for a challenge, I couldn't turn it down. I'd be adding it to my imaginary resume for sure.

Making my way through the dark hallway I pressed as close to the walls as possible, my all black catsuit helping me blend into the shadows. One of the guards, Rick was his name I think, had been paid off but there was still one on duty who wasnt in on the gig. Rick would be down in the security room right now hopefully keeping the other guard distracted.

After navigating the hallways to the main display room on the 4th floor I pinged Yeji, my beloved techy and hacker guru extraordinar, by tapping my finger on my in ear sending her a notification.

"Coast clear?" Yeji replied through my earpiece, she probably knew I was in place and ready to go by her GPS tracking of me, but always good to get verbal confirmation. Communication is the key to life right?

"Yeah, so far so good." I said softly, exhaling all my nerves away. Time for the show.

"Alright I'm gunna start hacking the alarms of the jewel cases. Get ready...almost there."

All the museum lights were off but the lights in the display cases were on, illuminating the jewels but also illuminating the room...which also illuminated me. Being way to visible made me very nervous but I pushed the thoughts from my mind to focus.

I monitored the sounds around me. My instincts heightened. Hearing nothing I felt more confident Rick was doing his job downstairs for now. Yeji also was monitoring for me too. She'd tell me the moment anything wasn't going to plan just like she always did.

I made my way across the room to the main jewel case that sat in the middle of the room. Other cases lined all the walls of the room, each filled with treasures from different centuries, but they were safe from me tonight. The large main case I approached was 4 foot wide by 6 foot tall. It was shaped like an octagonal column and was made up of a display table for the bottom half and then a glass case for the top half. Other smaller diamonds and jewelry pieces were displayed in this particular case but in the center of the matte black display table was the item I was looking for.

Perched atop a petite pedestal was the Miroh diamond.

It was a gorgeous deep red stone, according to the tour guide the other day this red color made it extremely rare and expensive. The case giving the wretched thing way too much attention unfortunately. This diamond, and all the others in the room, was forged from blood and the lives of the innocent.

I had no idea what the purpose of my thievery was for tonight. I didn't always get to know the "why" when I was given a job. All I could hope for was that I was helping for some sort of better good. Pushing my disdain aside I focused in on my task at hand and squatted down removing my crossbody satchel from my back. Setting it on the ground I took out what I needed- my glass cutter- and readied myself for the command.

"Alright, all systems go in 3....2....1...go." Yeji signaled.

I quickly attached the glass cutter and began the process. The handheld devise would suction mount to he glass and utilized lasers to etch through it. Yeji had me practice 5 times at home before tonight.

The contraption was something Yeji had been able to get with her tech connections. It would take 2 minutes for it to cut through the glass and allow me access. 2 minutes didn't seem like a long time, but in my world 2 minutes meant everything. I scanned the room, the first 30 seconds already feeling way too long. The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stuck up. My gut tensing as the feeling of being watched crept up on me.

I tapped my ear piece, notifying Yeji to talk to me. Nothing came through.

"Yej is everything ok?" I asked in a hushed tone.

There was no reply back though. I grabbed my coms system out of my thigh pocket - basically an overly techy cell phone she had commissioned. Typing a row of question marks to her and pushing send. I waited.

The message wouldn't send out.

"Fuck." Something was up. There was just under a minute to go on my glass cutter. I scanned the room constantly now, trying to be prepared for whatever was about to play out.

The glass cutter finally finished and I detached it from the case taking the piece of glass with it. Squatting back down I quickly detached the glass leaving it on the floor. They'd definitely know the diamond is missing in the morning, so no need to try and hide anything. I shoved the tool back in my bag and slung it on my back. With one more scan of the silent room, I returned my focus back to the diamond.

Reaching in I carefully plucked it from its mount. The stone was more weighted than I thought it would be so I made sure to grip it tightly in my gloved hand. I eased my arm out of the hole I had cut and then finally released the breath I had been holding.

Unzipping my catsuit at the top I tucked it in, no safer place than right next to my heart. Normally I would laugh at myself but there was no time for that. Not when I was possibly in danger. I scanned the room once more after zipping myself up. No noises, no movement. Only me. Or so it seemed. The hair on the back of my neck was still standing at attention telling me otherwise.

I steeled my nerves and headed for the doorway of the exhibit. I quickly slinked into the shadows of the hallway from which I came. All I needed to do was get to the roof and then I'd be free. My bike was parked one alley over, hidden behind a dumpster. I just needed to get there.

Making it to the halfway point between the showroom and the roof access I paused to check my surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place. I was by the corner of the stairs, all I needed to do was cross past the stairwell and make a quick dash down the hallway and around the corner. One foot in front of the other, I began crossing past the stairway, treading as quietly as possible.

"Ugh!" I gapsed out as a large heavy person quickly tackled me to the ground. Definitely not so quietly as the thud echoed down the stairwell. We landed in a heep on the floor, his body weight immobilizing me, my bag stabbing my in the back uncomfortably. The poor glass cutter probably broken now. Sorry Yej.

The air was knocked from my lungs and it took me a second to be able to breathe again. Using this to their advantage the larger person quickly restrained my wrists and was working to pin me down but I fought back, working to gain my barrings. They grunted in the struggle and I could tell it was a man. He was straddling me now and I used every ounce of strength I had to pull my wrists down out of his grip, my gloved hands slipping from his grasp letting me elbow each of his thighs sharply making him growl in pain, "Ah! Shit that hurts!"

"Good!" I exclaimed, doing it again before he could grab my wrists.

"Ah! Fuck!" He ground out fighting to grab my wrists still. I couldn't escape him, his weight on my lower half making it impossible for me to get my legs out from underneath him.

"I don't want to hurt you!" He exclaimed, trying to grasp my wrists once more to keep me from jack knifing his thighs once more.

Anyone who says 'I'm not gunna hurt you', is probably gunna hurt you. Did this guy think I was an idiot?

"Fuck you!" I grunted, managing to get a punch in his gut. He sputtered, not expecting me to actually have some pack to my punch.

"Just relax!" He said through gritted teeth grappling with my wrists poorly. "Please for fuck sake, let's talk this out."

Stupidly, that sentence gave me pause and he got the upper hand to pin my wrists above my head. Talk this out? In all my years of doing jobs I'd never had anyone who wanted to talk anything out. It was always violence first, ask questions later.

The dim city light coming through the few stairway windows illuminated me and he could see my face, covered in a half mask. I stared up at him, he was shrouded by shadows, and what appeared to be a ski mask but I didn't have any light to my advantage being underneath him.

"Give me the diamond and I'll let you go." He ground out.

"I can't. I can't do that." My chest heaved from being out of breath from trying to fight him off.

"Sorry, doll but there's no saying no." My arms fought against his hold once more, giving him a rough go of maintaining his grip again.

"Who are you?" I spat. Trying to keep him talking. Normally Yeji knows of anyone and anything that is interfering with our plans. She's always on the look out. She has so many monitoring systems. How did this happen? How did somebody sneak in without her knowing and one up me?

"Just a lowlife. Nothing special. I might ask you the same. I know most all the criminals in this city, why haven't I seen you before?"

Making a mental note to find out who this fucker was was top priority if I got out of here. "My mom told me to never talk to strangers." I sassed back at him

He laughed quietly. Guess he could at least take a joke. "Fair enough. I-"

Noises starting coming from the stairwell cutting him short on whatever he was about to say. Both of us froze knowing we needed to move and fast. He moved to hold my wrists with only one hand as he reached to his thigh for something. I quickly realized what it was as he leveled it with my throat.

"I'm gunna stand up and we're gunna hide till this goon is gone. Don't try anything. Or else. Got it?" The sharp cold blade of a knife grazed my skin, his serious tone reminding me all criminals are outlaws and don't give a shit about anyone but themselves.

I nodded, letting him take the lead. He released my wrists and eased off of me pulling his weapon with him for the time being. He stood and reached his hand out for me to take. I reluctantly grabbed it as the footsteps got closer. He pulled me up and then immediately tugged me further down the hall in the direction I had arrived in. I still couldn't make out this man. He was in all black with a full mask on. All I could tell was that he was broad and obviously muscled.

Winding down the hall I was hopeful for an opportunity to shake him. This could be good, maybe I could make it out of here and let him be a distraction for the guard. That was wishful thinking because of course he turned the corner into a very dark exhibit room dragging me with him. He pressed his back against the wall and pulled me as flush to him as he could. My small tool bag on my back making a lumpy barrier between us. My hand was still in his as he wrapped his arm around me. He pulled me snuggly against his body as the other hand that had been holding the knife made it's home back against my throat. The silence enveloped us while we waited to see what was going to happen. Fucking ridiculous to think he needed to hold a knife to me though.

"Calm and quiet for me doll." He whispered. His head was nestled right beside mine, his breath hot on my ear. Both of us were listening for footsteps or any noise to let us know if our cover was blown.

"Shut up so we can hear, doll." I spat to which he exhaled gruffly but didn't say anything more. We stayed frozen for what seemed like an eternity but soon the guards foot steps were now padding down the hall and they had my stomach tied in knots. His keys jingled softly with every step he took. We could hear him pass the doorway of the exhibit that we were in. His flashlight beam shown into the room making me tense and I accidentally squeeze the wannabe Batman's hand.

The guard didn't enter the exhibit and the beam of light only lingered for a moment on the far wall before the light retracted and the guard walked on.

"Shhhhhh, we're getting outta here in one piece. Just wait a little longer." He squeezed my hand as he spoke in a hushed ton, his breath brushing the shell of my ear. I wanted to hate his voice but damnit if it didn't actually soothe me. Why the hell did he wanna "talk this out" and reassure me "we're getting outta here". The hell kind of criminal says that sort of stuff?

"Is that before or after you slit my throat?" My voice bitter at the current situation.

He let a ragged breath out before he dropped the knife from my throat tucking it into the sheath he must have had strapped to his thigh.

"Please don't make me regret that." He mumbled before silence settled between us again as we waited.

Soft footsteps could be heard getting closer to our doorway again. Batman gently hugged me tighter, almost protectively. I swear I felt his thumb rub soothingly across my gloved hand. The footsteps went past our exhibit entirely this time and then soon the steps could be heard going down the stairs.

"Where's your exit sweetheart?" He asked as soon as the footsteps were out of earshot.

"The roof access, it's unlocked. That's how I got in." I started to peel away from him before he quickly stopped me by pulling me back against him again. The force and strength shocked me, this guy was strong as hell.

"I'm gunna let you lead the way , but don't think I'm not watching your every move." His hushed words spoken right against my ear. "Nod if you understand."

I slowly nodded.

"Good girl. Now, let's go." He released me from his hold and before I eased over to the doorway leading to the hall I stamped my foot down hard on top of his boot.

Batman sucked in a breath and swallowed the yelp he almost let out. Could I have possibly blown the whole job if he had yelled? Absolutely, but after all of his bullshit, it was so worth the risk.

"Oops, guess you should have watched my every move a little better." I said flatly as he pulled himself together.

Walking to peek around the doorway I tapped my in ear in hopes of Yeji being able to listen in again and tell me if she was there or not but there was nothing from the other side. Fuck.

I stuck my head out of the doorway and checked both directions. Before I could turn around to notify my captor that the coast was clear I felt his presence. Turning he was right beside me, blending into the darkness.

"Jesus batman, don't sneak up on people." I shoved his shoulder.

"Batman?" He scoffed.

"Yeah, that's the name you get for lurking in the dark, now let's go!" He let me lead him out and down the hall. We stuck to the shadows and I back tracked my way down the hall. Making it to the roof access door I pulled the first door open ushering him in to climb the stairs.

"Gentlemen first." I whispered. He hesitated, probably weighing whether he should trust me or not. He must have decided rather quickly because he went anyway. I followed behind and we climbed the stairs as fast as possible.

Once we got to the roof top door he hesitated. "It's not boobie trapped, promise." I pushed it open and the cool night air rushed past us as we emerged. Reminding myself of how close to freedom I was. I refocused on the task at hand, I needed to shake this guy.

"I don't think we're strangers anymore, wanna tell me your name?" He asked as he sat down on the roof for a minute, I'm sure the adrenaline had taken it's toll on him just like it had me.

"Not really." I leaned against the ledging for a minute. I was anxious to get out of here and away from him. Would he try to take me? Would he try and harm me? Who does he work for? So many questions, but all that mattered was getting away from him.

"We still needa get out of here. Any moment they could call the cops." I pushed off the ledge and walked towards the fire escape ladder just a few yards away. "Let's go."

"The bag first, doll, then we can ride off into the sunrise." He stood and held out his free hand, palm up. The other hand holding Batmans trusty dusty knife. I was finally able to see Batman clearly for the first time tonight. He had a full ski mask on and was dressed in all black techwear and boots. The hunch that was absolutely confirmed as I stood here seeing him fully in the dim city night lights. His dark brown eyesbthe only thing visible to me were piercing me in place.

"I'm dead in the water if I don't come back with this diamond." I shrugged. I wasn't really, it would certainly put a dent in whatever plans my boss had for it, but I refused to fail a mission.

"And who would wanna kill such an exquisite creature." He walked closer to me, reaching up he pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I'm curious about what kinda trouble you find yourself in alley cat." His eyes trailed down to my lips and then snapped back up to meet my gaze.

"That's for me to know and you to not worry about batman." I slipped my bag off of me, breaking his hold on my chin.

"Here." I held it out waiting for him to take it. He slipped his knife back into it's sheath strapped to his leg. His hand meeting mine and taking the bag.

"Sure you don't wanna ride off into the sunrise?" He stepped back giving me a little breathing room. Perfect, I thought.

"I'm more of a sunset type of girl." And with that I did a quick roundhouse kick to the head, knocking him to the ground, nearly unconscious. I knelt down by him, grabbing the knife from his thigh and holding to his throat. I pulled his mask off to see who the hell this guy was. He groaned in disapproval but he was so stunned and out of it there wasn't much he could do.

Underneath that mask was a very handsome dark haired man with full lips and beautiful features. He had tattoos peaking up his neck from under his shirt. A gorgeous broken compass on the left side drew my attention in particular. It seemed familiar.

"Sorry batman. It's been fun but I gotta run." His eyes fluttered before rolling into the back of his head. I grabbed my bag and put it back over me. Even though the diamond was never in there, no need to leave a trace behind. I put the knife between my teeth and quickly climbed over the roof edge to the fire escape ladder. Going down was a hell of a lot easier than going up. I slid down each rung as I went, making it down the 4 stories in under a minute. Once my feet were on solid ground I grabbed the knife from my teeth and was about to bolt out of the alley to my bike.

*Click*

The cock of a gun beside my temple froze me where I stood.

"Where is he?" A man's voice spoke.

"I knocked him out but he's okay. I swear. Thats all. He's on the roof." My words rushing out between panting breathes. I calculated the options and I was desperate at this point. I needed to get the fuck out of here.

"D-drop it Jisung!" Batman up top had come to and was yelling down groggily at this guy.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" This Jisung guy was apparently stunned at this development. Honestly I was too. I decided now or never to escape with the bonus distraction happening. Using my free hand I chopped at Jisungs arm, taking me out of the guns sights. I was going to just barley graze him with the knife. Just an easy swiping motion to cause a minor flesh wound on his outer wrist. I'd done it before, I was pretty skilled with knives, this wouldn't be too complicated. This move would shock him to make the gun fall from his hand but I miscalculated. Jisung had other plans and he tried to barrel roll me, sending me and him both onto the ground.

I immediately felt something hot and sticky gushing over me. Jisung went still and wasn't fighting me anymore. I pushed him off, rolling him to the side. My stomach lurched.

"Fuck!" Taking in the scene before me, the man had ran himself into the knife. It was high on his torso.It was in between his shoulder and pectoral, practically in his arm pit. I was no doctor but there had to be an artery near the injury with The amount of blood that was coating me and him. It was ungodly.

"No no no no. Fuck!" I turned to look up the fire escape, the man was climbing down as fast as he could.

"He's hurt!" I called up, frozen, not sure whether to flee or stay. Of all the times to have a heart why now?

"How bad?" The man was almost halfway down the fire escape. Slower than me since his head was probably pounding from my roundhouse kick.

"It's bad."

The only thing I knew to do was not pull the knife out and to apply pressure. Batman finished the last rung of stairs and sprinted to us. He was quiet and didn't say anything for a split second. His brain thinking a million thoughts surely.

"It was an accident, I swear." My ragged voice having so much fear in it. "What do we do?"

"You're going to get out of here and I'm going to take him to a friends. End of story." His tense tone telling me he was scared shitless too. Batman bent down to scoop the man up from under his left side but couldn't get him fully standing.

"Fuck just let me help." Not a question but a statement. Using my last bit of strength we got Jisung standing. Batman didn't say a word about me helping, he wasn't going to complain about the help when he was desperate to hurry.

"Come on Ji, just make it to the van. This is why I.T. guys don't get in on the action."

"Bin...shut...up " was all the man mumbled as we made our way to a van parked at the back of the alley. They must have gotten here shortly after I entered the museum. Jisung must have scrambled Yeji's signal with his own tech, that's why I lost contact. Both of us trying to steal the same thing on the same night. Was it a coincidence? Or was it on purpose? I didn't have time for answers and neither did the guy currently bleeding.

Once to the van the man I now knew as Bin pulled the back door open. There was a command station in the back of the van, looked straight out of a spy movie so much tech was crammed inside. Bin sat Jisung down on the floor of the van, allowing the man's back to lean against the door frame. His wound wasn't gushing blood but it was still flowing.

"Let me try something." I stepped forward I slid my satchel off of myself and I gently slid it around him. The strap of the pack running underneath the right armpit, around his back, and then across his left shoulder. The bag part was nestled in the center of his chest. This wouldnt make a great tourniqut really but atleast it could add pressure to the wounded area. I pulled my mask off and being as careful as possible of the knife I balled my mask up around it as a compress. Batman was still, taking in the sight of his friend and the sight of me. With my mask off this was his first time seeing me fully.

I could tell my hair braided dark brown hair was a mess. Despite the chill in the air I was sweating. A sticky coating of Jisungs blood was on me. I'm sure I was quite the sight.

I tightened the strap hard. It sinched the satchel to Jisungs body making him wince. The shitty first aid was all I could do to help. I had no idea if it actually helped in any way. I was just desperate.

"Lay down Ji, that's gotta be the most comfortable position while we ride." He helped Jisung lay down in the back of the van. "Hold tight man, it's gunna be a bumpy ride." He shut the doors before turning to me. "If he dies I'm coming for you alley cat." His eyes had anger and fear in them. A look I was all to familiar with myself.

"You can find me in the east Burroughs, an apartment above Campo's Deli." If I'm going to be a criminal, I guess I can be a somewhat honest criminal.

Bin turned to leave so I followed suit heading out of the alley. I stopped to pick up the gun Jisung had dropped, to leave no weapons behind. The only trace something had happened was a small bit of blood on the concrete at my feet. I heard the van crank so I sprinted and booked it to my bike. The run to the next alley over felt like forever. The screeching of tires could be heard as they peeled down the street into the night.

"Skkkkk-krrrr-come in -skkkkkk- can you hear me?" My in ear came back to life with static and garbled words from Yeji. Whatever was in that van scrambling the signals was finally out of range.

"I'm here Yej. Im here." I replied back.

"Oh thank fuck." She was sounding clearer now and I could hear the relief in her voice.

"Mission accomplished but I'll tell you about the rest of the chaos when I get home okay?"

"Okay, talk soon."

I chucked the gun into a bonus compartment on my bike. Getting on and cranking the engine I quickly took off and flew through the streets. The sooner I could get home and wash this blood off the better. I already had too many horrible memories bathed in blood, I didn't need more. The diamond still tucked against my chest didn't even feel like a victory at all. It just felt like a burden.

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[plaindangan]

Any HCs for Mahiru or Peko?

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Mahiru

Secretly, Mahiru has an OnlyFans wear she wears a mask to cover her head and constantly sell videos of herself under the name 'Lady Light'. Her most popular has to be her livestreams where she essentially auctions the tastiest of her photos out to the wealthiest of pervs.

She initially did this to raise money for a new camera...but has become a bit addicted to the fame she's gathered~

Very little people know about her side affair or even suspect her of being so lewd, though a few of her friends have paid for her OnlyFans without knowing her identity. Sato, Ibuki, Mikan, and even Natsumi are avid watchers of her.

Of those that do know about her, one of them is Hajime and Hiyoko. They had just arrived to Mahiru's place, moments before the stream started and Mahiru was forced to put spare masks onto them, and get them into her act as 'Sir Norm' and 'Dame Nana', respectively.

It was one of her best streams with the watchers having much delight in rating her and Hiyoko's asses, or seeing how much cock the other can handle from Hajime before either he fills them up or if they orgasm first.

Occasionally, she'll bring them back to her streams for special occasions, always making sure to give them a good cut of their hefty profits.

Peko

When it comes to her sex life, Peko loves to strip down in nothing but a pair of dog themed ears, collar and buttplug, with demands from Fuyuhiko be a 'proper Master' and take care of her.

She had gotten that idea from Mukuro, and even the costume is from her (with Mukuro herself having pride in owning a wolf themed one).

Peko loves to be taken out on walks, and show off how much she's owned by such a 'good Master~'

As you can also expect, she's also loves public sex, and even occasionally even howling to inform the world that she's taken!

She loves to get facials with her glasses on - the thought of being blinded by her Master like that is real turn-on for her.

Occasionally, with arrange a foursome with Mukuro and her lover, with both pets enjoying trying to hold out for the pride of their 'owner' as they are fucked intensely by them.

[renellmedrano]

In the land of the blind the naked man (or woman) is king (or queen) and when said residents are also repulsive and moronic as fuck, their disgusting and nasty ass worship of Renell Medrano is by far problematic and obnoxious. Renell is simply a shitty, ignorant and shady photographer who's been laundering money while hiding behind the facade of a phantom studio owner together wither her hideous goblin faced looking partner in crime, Jess Moloney. If you've been wondering where the hell did these bozos come out all of a sudden, then why don't you search them on this fucking site or on Google. Yeah, that's a good Y/N. You're in to find a wide variety of raving mad, totally demented & completely unhinged dug up on dirt on them. And all of this is real. All rumors are indeed real. Are you doubting your reality yet? If you aren't, you should. What are you waiting for then? The answer is wholly, fully, aggressively and vigourously staring in your face. Stop praising and worshiping worthless celebrities. Are you so into this kind of fucked up degradation? You'd be way better off drinking from a public restroom. Just quit dragging your feet on rusty, broken nails already!

Renell's shots are redundant. And boring at best. She's got zero technique. They look as if they were totally taken by someone else or someone else had dialed before the settings on her camera making it easy for her just so that she just needs to press a simple button.

Yet. Still. Renell. Won. The ICP Award. And she's sharing it with Moloney as if it was some rich old fuck's STD ridden deflated penis. Oh wait. Maybe that's how they got all that fame. Nothing new. Move along, nothing to see here.

Why is she always keen on showing her underwear in the least sexual contexts that could possiby exist?

I'm not MAGA, a centrist edge or some type of conservative. But why would you sexualize yourself for the male gaze so much?

Didn't she know in the United States it is estimated that around 70% of photographers are male and 30% are female? Didn't she know this imbalance is also reflected in the gender breakdown of photographers featured in galleries, exhibitions, and publications. Why is she sabotaging ongoing efforts to promote gender equality in the field of photography?

When was the last time a man dressed up like that to an award show or during a photo session?

ICP Awards screenshot by https://jess-moloney.tumblr.com/ or https://jmoloney1.tumblr.com

FUUUUUUUCK those hideous hoes. With their phantom photo studios and all their stinking threesome shit. Fake ass ghetto hoes. I've never ever read about Renell discussing in detail about all the high end pro photo gear she's supposed to have used during her A list celebrity photo shoots. In her interviews for famous magazines are totally she gives cookie cutter instagram influencer answers to questions only somebody who was paid to interview her would ask her. She did not tag any camera, lens, brand, lighting equipment in any of her photos. She never even managed to get a camera brand sponsorship deal. She never spoke about what kind of backdrops, tripods, stands, props, accesories, reflectors, diffusers, blah blah blah she has been using in any of the Ice Studios sketchy physical locations that look like some junkies' rat infested derelict gathering dens. ffs. Her knowledge about photography lingo, history and styles is equal to fucking zero. There's photos of Renell with some analog cameras ( vintage medium format Mamiya RZ67 / unknown lens, vintage full frame Canon AE-1 with its famous f/1.8 50 mm prime lens, an unknown camera – which might be digital – with a Carl Zeiss Planar prime lens mounted on it, and probably a vintage Rolleiflex ) & 1 Canon full frame DSLR (not mirrorless) with an unknown lens. And that's about it. I'm not even going to mention her piss poor point and shoot that she was holding while wearing thong pants.......

Jess' bozo beauty ad interview is faker than a cheap Tijuana whore's feelings. It's been already debunked & you just have to search for it on Tumblr and Youtube.

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Renell's website is as lousy as the Lice, I mean the Ice Studios one. I don't know what the fuck that is, but that cannot be named a website. https://icestudios.shop/

It's infuriating how now this hypocritical bitch believes she's the illest shit in skincare regimens at the moment. When you have shit for brains and connections to various available erections you think everybody is falling for your shtick. Well guess what broke ass fake bitches? Y'all ain't gonna see what's coming and when it's gonna hit ya. When ya least expect it. I've had enough of you! All you've ever done will be de-fucking-bunked. Now go back to schmuck sucking. The next one that ya'll be feeling in the back of your throats will be the IRSchlong.

Nonetheless, their dumbass fans know that and are foaming at the mouth while banging their crap filled heads against shitloads of walls. Yet they still haven't been able to convince anyone otherwise. They have an obvious masochistic stupid wish of being proven wrong for the 100th time. Relenlessly. Poor delusional and empty brained halfwits. Yes, all this really is very stupid and tremendously dumb. But they should rest assured they're gonna have their asses kicked and will now be therefore permanently wrecked. It'd be better for them to stop screaming from their top of their lungs so much insane batshit stereotypical influencer crap. And listen to the ones who are indeed irrefutable authorities on this subject. Renell's fans make me throw up. They need a serious beating with an iron crowbar over their empty heads. How else are they going to wake up to reality then? How else will they stop bloody beating their minced up meat around a heavily thorned bush? The hands that feed her hide deadly and dangerous long, sharp claws.

Renell doesn't assume the slightest shit of responsability for what she is supposed to be doing. She's been thoroughly brainwashed to believe everybody is a mindless and unschooled hoodrat whose minuscule mind is less worthy than a recycled garbage bin. Guess what, bitch? With her opening the door to everything here and beyond, she should've been ready to expect the unexpected when they invited us in. Now we're flooding her worthless being with facts rabidly biting her face, chewing on her pieces & spitting them out. Poor Renell and Jess! Looks like their only option is letting us stay and brutally dismantle their convoluted but fickle web of lies. My advice for her is go whine and cry at another table! Her and Jess' work doesn't even amount to a shitstain, maybe they should've tried to get hired as prison garbage sorters. Go hide under a rock while you still can.

I've seen much more believable and intelligent triple x-rated casting videos than this shit.

No bitch, STFU, just because you're using a notoriously overpriced and overhyped gadget gimmick that got the worst reviews it could get (the Kodak Super8 flop) doesn't make you an intellectually and morally superior artsy fartsy 10/10 honest gram photographer or videographer influencer switch. Fuck, I hate switching swish swish bitches. Pull your head out of your ass already, wannabe fucker! You're one utterly sad incompetent mistress of fuckconnery. An impostor.

It's so vile and so offensive to think she is a high-profile photographer with craploads of top of the top A-list celebrity photo sessions as hallmarks of her portfolio. No photographer would ever dare say such unbelievably ridiculous shit. Ever!

“I always get a thrill [out] of showing new stuff on Instagram, or whatever social platform, just because I feel like the people that appreciate my work have been supporters since day one. I’m not scared to put out new work, I kind of get this high from it. If I don’t get that from a photo, then I’m doing something wrong.”

"So most of these photos were taken on this Canon A E1, um, that I stole from my dad in a yard sale when I was. like 12. Um, and it has a 50 millimeter lens on it. And I always shoot on portrait of 400 film by Kodak."

"Why," you might be asking yourself. 'Cause FUCK YOU! That's why! Fuck you, you brain rotting fanatics, you cangrenous tissue, necrotizing flesh, you mangled up cells . You'll forever be in debt to everyone right from toes till up your neck until you start explaining why you're selling fake and contrived dreams to young, naive and innocent people online, why you want them to munch on your butt while you're play pretending to be a manager, model, fashion designer, photographer, writer, therapist, why you're lying about your past and real abilities, why you're evading taxes, why you stole money from guillible individuals when they needed it most, why you gaslight and deceitfully manipulate your friends, why there's so much controversy around you, why your actions don't mach your words. Why you'll never tell the truth even if it were to lethally strangle you. Why having connections for better or for worse and bragging about them (as if she was the only one in the world with connections) to fuck knows who and what doesn't turn you into a no morals somebody from a nobody. Why you're covering for a bunch of nefarious repulsive death penalty worthy MOB asshats who deserve to be hammered, slammed, smashed and whacked, battered, pounded and pummeled to microscopic pieces untill not even the best coroner in the world can identify them by their contaminated DNA.

Even if they were to beg for attention crawling on the dirtiest carpet, even if they became the laughing stock of social media, even if they pleaded for forgiveness 24/7 7/7 28/28 29/29 30/30 31/31 365/365 366/366 till they kicked the bucket, what Jess, Renell and the others have done will not be erased from history.

Equal give and take my ass. STFU. Why are they even allowed to have a say in basically everything right now? They shouldn't. Nobody asked for their opinions. Nobody wants to hear them talk. Nobody gives two shits about them. Their ramblings are as useful as a torn apart leaking urinal. If I wanted to hear Renell and Jess talk I'd not waste my time in them, I'd go listen on Youtube how clogged toilets sound. But I don't. I'm not interested in hearing anything remorely similar to those two wet farts. I don't want to stoop at their level. They can go fuck themselves with a splinter full wooden toilet plunger. And then film their deed with the lousiest, fakest, pro camera Chinese counterfeit knock off.

Just because she's holding some random ass cameras doesn't fucking mean she knows anything about photography. Who the fuck holds their cameras in such a careless way as if they were a cheap model who were told to play pretend they're this greatly awewome celebrity photographer? A camera should be firmly held while tightly strapped so it doesn't fall on the fucking ground and makes a mess out of itself while permanently damaging the sensor, its lens + its external flash. Most cameras do weigh a lot, so why would she be dangling it around like a pair of thongs?

She admitted she's doing for the gram. And doesn't know how to tell the difference between niche photography and her pseudo commercial and editorial bullshit. What is so special about her that celebrities flock like silly, stupid geese to her in order to have their photo taken with this thing when other photographers in the game spend thousands of dollars on their gear?

They're roughly 150-200 bucks per piece(camera + lens). Dirt cheap. About the same price a celebrity pays for their designer underwear.

The estimate for a comprehensive professional camera setup in a situation like this ranges from $10,000 to $30,000 or more. Additional expenses could raise the total cost to $50,000 or more.

Who the heck even post-processes her photos? Oh wait, it's the infamous non-existent legally dubious Ice Studios. She'd have been more credible if she at least wore that "I shoot RAW" tshirt all wannabe photographers wear to impress people left and right lol. And to think she's never been seen wearing her shop's clothes.....

Compare how scam photographer Renell is carelessly holding her expensive gear vs how real photographers actually do it.

Who the fuck gets paid to shoot spoiled ass rich clients without having a legally registered business? Why exactly her? Who' been paying for her to be featured in magazine interviews? What makes her so frikkin' special than the tons of others so similar to her? How did she earn all that fame and appreciation? Who the fuck even allowed Renell to speak when she's doing nothing but excellenting at wasting precious seconds away from the listeners' attention span. Who the fuck uses such a small bag for carrying around their camera when a decent looking photographer's bag must contain at least 3 or 4 of the following: additional batteries & charger, additional bodies and lenses & straps and harnesses, lens caps, lens hoods, lens filters, lens pouches, external flash or speedlight, portable ssd drive, portable light source, protective waterproof cover, remote shutter release, additional sd cards, ultrabook, lens cleaning kits or wipes. She and Jess are pretending to do whatever they're clearly failing to pretend at. Fucking lousy decrepit wankers.

No serious photographer crams any of the following in such a way their bag is indististinguishable from a sack of potatoes.

I can't believe their work is so terribly uninteresting and so unoriginal. If it hadn't been for their. They need to be thrown ASAP in a huge giant shipping container with this label on it:"Don't open till Rapture comes. Destination: Timbuktu or bust." The earlier, the better. Do they expect people won't take a harsh stand against this incredibly scheming waste of time duo? Do they think they can go on and on living their miserable life with their series of snake oil salesmen tactics? Do they think nobody's going to take a stand and put an end to their con?

And what about Jamie Campbell Bower's role in this? Is he a voluntary participant in this fraud or is he being coerced?

They who dig a pit will fall into it.

moRoney & mudranoOB as cars vs a car cruSher

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter One, Part 6

I smiled to myself. I didn't know the bar at all, but I also knew all but jack shit about Walker's Point. Hell, I was still learning things about my own neighborhood. It didn't really matter though. I'd get to hang out with my friend. It'd been about two months since the last time we hung out physically. And it'd be kind of cool to see Alana again too. We use to hang on the edges of the same circles in high school, and I had a massive crush on her for a really long time. But I wasn't a very smart teenager, and resorted to the childish way of telling a girl you liked them. I mocked her relentlessly. I was in the first grade again, pulling the hair of the girl I liked.

ME: Yeah, I should be to get a Saturday night off. I never do, so it shouldn't be a problem. I'll probably have to go in Sunday to do the numbers and stuff but fuck it. It'll be worth it. It'll be a good time. I haven't seen Alana in fucking years.

It was Tuesday, and I always had Tuesday's off. My schedule was pretty routine, and it rarely changed in any way. I really could go in pretty much whenever I wanted, and just because I dressed and thought in that punk rebellion feeling, didn't mean that I didn't take huge pride in my job. I had worked my way up from a dishwasher back in Oconomowoc. And now I was the kitchen manager and lead line in Milwaukee. I liked the work. And the workplace is where I've made the few friends I have in Milwaukee. I couldn't make real friends on the campus because nothing forces me to talk another human being. Work does. Plus, the money was ok. I didn't worry about much. My bills were paid and if I really wanted something, I got it. I was comfortable.

It was 3:35. Time to make my way back across the bridge and up to the campus. I left, and about fifteen minutes later I was sitting on a table in the campus cafeteria. I won't lie, I hurried here. I could have slowly walked and still would have had time, but for once, I wanted to be somewhere. I had my headphones and was listening to Green Day's Kerplunk! album. I sat there, mumbling along to '2000 Light Years Away" and letting my eyes scan the cafeteria. I didn't really expect her to show. So I hoped for the best, and prepared for the worst.

It was running on 4:30 when I decided she had done the sensible thing. It sucked, quite a lot actually, and I was bummed about it. I couldn't really be upset with her though. It was the smarter choice. I sighed heavily, and stood up. Only for my iPod to fall to the floor, yanking my headphones off and under the table. I bent down to pick them up and head back home.

"So, are you always dropping something?" A perfect voice asked from behind me. I grabbed my stuff and jerked back up.

"What can I say? You can find some pretty rad stuff on the floor," I shot back. I was only half joking. My mouth moves faster than my brain a lot of the time, and because of it, I can come off as a horrible insufferable sarcastic smart-ass.

"I bet," she laughed. I could listen to that laugh forever.

"So coffee or?" I asked. Dammit, gain control of your words, stupid.

"Would mind something a little stronger? It's been a rough day, and I could use a drink." She looked at me with her bright shining eyes. It was only then I noticed the tired look. The dead and waiting look of a college student. A college student who actually cares about school.

"No, that's cool. Whatever you want to do. Where did you want to go?" I asked. I knew a few bars around Riverwest. I may not like people, but I do like music, and there's a lot of live music in the bars of Riverwest. And I liked a drink, like anyone else. Maybe a little more. It knocked out the anxiety. I preferred to smoke weed though. No hangover. And it makes me eat. Another thing I just never really do.

[lostintransist]

This Bunny Bites - Part 3

When you finally settle into bed the clock on your nightstand reads four AM. It had been a relatively quiet night after Johnny and company left, only a few spilled drinks and one guy who got way too into the fact he could touch the girls. You would always be grateful that the owner paid for a cleaning service to come in every morning and deep clean the building instead of making you girls do any of the cleaning. You had a gig once that made you clean after all the clients had gone. It took one puddle of cum in the bathroom for you to leave and never come back to that job.

You set your alarm for one PM and drift off to sleep listening to the rain sounds from your phone.

When you wake you shuffle out of your room into the small kitchen of your condo, flicking on the coffee machine. You tweak the blinds in the living room just enough to let in some light and sit on the couch staring into nothingness. Once the sound of running water stops you stand and shuffle to the the kitchen. After adding just the right amount of creamer you head back to your room. You adjust the curtains in here too until you can see but not be blinded.

Placing your coffee on the bedside table you grab your phone and fire off a text to your best friend.

‘Guess who showed up at the club last night?’

‘Was it Satan?’ Cara’s reply comes right through.

‘Nope, worse.’

‘Worse than Satan, but your father is dead so…your grandpa??’

You laugh out loud at the grandpa comment, your mother’s father happened to be the sweetest old man who lived hours away from you in a nursing home.

‘My brother.’

The ringing of your phone doesn’t shock you. You slid it open and answered Cara’s call.

“Bitch what the fuck did you just text me? Your BROTHER came to the club last night? The brother that abandoned you to the scum-eating, walnut fucking, monster of a sperm donor?” Cara must not have been at work if she was using her favorite insults.

“Yep, that’s the one. He was there in a group and didn’t recognize me when I came by to get orders.” You slurp a sip of coffee, feeling Cara flinch across the line at the noise.

“God, what did you do?” she stressed the last word.

“I kicked him and his friends out, obviously. He acted all shocked when I told him to get the fuck out, claimed he hadn’t done anything. Took me full naming him and calling myself his baby sister before he recognized me.”

Cara doesn’t interrupt but adds whispered commentary through the whole tale.

“I have never seen a human go so pale before Cara. I almost laughed, but I kept it together. Told him to get out or get thrown out and then one of his friends stood up, threw some money on the table, and basically forced my brother out the door. The two other friends he was with also dropped some money on the table and followed him out. The weird thing though is that when I totaled up what they had left on the table it was eight hundred dollars.”

“Eight,” Cara choked on air. “They left you eight hundred dollars for kicking them out?”

You shrug despite knowing she can’t see you, “I don’t know man, that’s just it. I can’t think of any good reason they would leave such a big tip!”

Cara whistled, “Damn, that means your what a month closer to your goal of quitting right? My best friend going to become a world-famous author one of these days.”

You smile at her undying support. She had gotten out of dancing after her business degree had landed her a nice six-figure paying job. You pulled down more than that but with most of it in cash, you had to be careful with depositing your money into any bank account.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I doubt I will make much money off of writing which is why I need to have enough money so between the rentals and my savings I never have to dance for work or do anything I don’t want to again.” Your dream was to get out, maybe move to the south of France, or Austria, and live out the rest of your days in peace.

“You know I will buy all of your books as soon as they are published,” Cara reminded you.

“I know, I love you too.”

“Good, now I have to get back to work. You free for brunch on Sunday?”

“I will have to check my calendar so text me?”

“Can do doll, love you!”

“Bye,” you hang up feeling more cheerful than before the chat.

You finish your coffee, sifting through your feelings about your brother’s abrupt return, and hope he doesn’t show up again.

[cyberexo]

FAR, FAR AWAY | Kim Minseok x Fem Reader

"his eyes sparkled as though god had taken a constellation of stars and placed them within his beautiful orbs"

you can also find this fan-fiction on wattpad under the username @mrkswrld

word count: 811

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The day you decided to leave everything and everyone behind for your own good.

That particular morning was chilly, the fog of dawn still hadn't lifted, streets were still quiet, and most of your neighbourhood was still sound asleep. You chose the perfect day to go. Letting the cold breeze run through your slightly messy hair, it's icy touch making your eyes water, you stood there for a couple of more minutes waiting on your cab that you booked not too long ago, your heart was racing, and your anxiety levels were about to sky rocket, scared that something might get in your way.

Your cab finally pulled up, cutting off the anxious rope of thoughts you were having, replacing them with a little more exciting ones instead... a new life was out there somewhere waiting for you to reach it and you couldn't wait to get there.

Your driver looked like he'd just woken up too which made you both laugh a little, recognising it was way too early for this shit but hey, he's getting his bag and you were getting the hell out of this crappy city.

The cab ride through two different cities- or was it three? you've lost count, but it was surely nothing less than long and made your butt hurt. Nevertheless, you managed to catch a little power nap so you'd have more energy to see through the rest of the day.

The car finally came to a halt, making your body jerk forward awakening you from your unconscious state. The driver gave you an apologetic smile and a quiet "Sorry," before letting you know you'd arrived at your destination, a motel many miles away from the comfort of your own home, had it not been feeling less like a home you'd probably still be there. You paid your driver a generous amount of money plus a tip for the long drive and having him picking you up at such an early hour, he recognised your gratefulness and got out the car to help you with your bags.

"You seem a little young to be out here all alone, but I won't question you," he started off out of the blue as you both carried your heavy duffles to the main building, "However, I wish you success in this journey and whatever life throws at you kid," he ended with a gentle smile decorating his face, the statement almost made your frozen over heart ache, he reminded you of your late father.

Once you were both at the front desk, huffing and puffing you both let out a light chuckle. You turned to the kind driver, "Thank you for your help & kind words," you thanked whilst giving him a 90 degree bow, eyes starting to tingle but you didn't dare let a single drop go past your waterline, such kindness became a rarity over the past couple of years that you've given the most simple gesture too much value but never showed it in case people start taking it for granted all over again, after all, he was just doing his job.

"Be good." that was the last thing he said whilst holding your shoulder reassuringly, turning on his heels a second later to head back to the city you'd once upon a time call home. You didn't let your eyes leave him till he pulled out of the parking lot and went on his way before turning to the young woman behind the desk who was filing her nails away, "Excuse me, ma'am? how do I book a room here for a couple of days?" you asked, I probably sound so dumb! who comes to a motel not knowing how to book a room?!, you scolded yourself mentally, trying to hide your embarrassment as much as you could.

To your luck, it made the lady chuckle, "Just fill this form out sweetheart, I'll grab you a set of keys," she said whilst sending you a soft smile. You had the form filled in no time, eager to see your room and breathe in some fresh air from a balcony that overlooked parts of the city next door, you gazed out of the glass doors for a moment, as if waiting for someone to recognise you, but that was just your anxiety back at it again. I'll just stay in my room & only leave in case of an emergency or if I really need something, you mentally noted, and right when you burnt the reminder into your brain, the nice lady was back with a set of keys, her name tag reading "Sarah", "Thank you so much," you said, turning away with your duffles, one on each shoulder. Reading the room number, "224", "Scored! I get a balcony!", you quietly celebrated before skipping to your new temporary room.

chapter 7