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Google search "how to act normal around your gf's potential new fwb"
#my gf has been talking to this girl on grindr that seems cool and she's thinking about coming over to hang out this weekend#shes looking at her as a potential friend and MAYBE fwb#weve discussed this multiple times in the past and im polyamorous so i would be very happy with this#but the thing is. the last time we were seriously considering this she was looking at guys#we even got one guy that almost got to the meeting me for approval stage (stars just didnt align on that)#and i wasnt nervous about that at all. and i think its bc i just do not care what cis guys think of me lol#like yeah if he was cool we could chill when he was around but i wasnt planning to put any effort into personally impressing him or anything#(besides preparing myself to be intimidating if it turned out he was an ass or smth)#but now. shes talking to a WOMAN!! and i need to impress women SO bad#guys what if my girlfriends date doesnt like me 😭 what if im awkward 😭 what if i embarrass myself in front of a woman 😭#what do i doooooo#rambling
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#kicking screaming throwing up. 1 week JSJZJJZJZJZJDJD#ive been so busy with work ive barely had time for other thoughts JDJDJJDJDJDKDKJ#BUT GOD LMAO........ 1 week now wtf.....................#scared if it doesnt work out. scared if it does. just.. scared... LMAO.....#maybe scared isnt the right word... but anxious???? idk JDJDDJDJKJZM#i think im not as like. lovesick???????? is that the word idk. as before#but maybe its bc i havent been thinking about him like. you know. constantly JDJDJDJNDNXNXN#god idk what to think anymore#kinda scared that something will come up and he wont be able to meet but also scared that nothing will come up#and i'll have to meet him like. alone JDJJDKDKXKKXKXMXM#weve been alone before but always ALWAYS someone interrupts or we get to our cars. so like JDJDJJDJD ya idk what to think.........#probably obvious but im in disbelief its even happening........ lmao like what do you mean you still wanna hang out but its just gonna be#the 2 of us JDJDJJDJDKDKKDKDKD GOD.#hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god..... trying not to become a mess DJJDSJJSJSJS#might be losing...#personal
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Hrmm. It's 6:30am, I have to wake up at 9am, but my friend and I are still deep in conversation. Should I even go to bed now?
#weve been texting for two hours at this point#it doesnt feel like its been that long. absolutely wild#my sleep schedule has steadily been moving later and later#but no matter when i go to sleep i have to wake up at 9 to feed and take out my dog#i isually hang out with him for a few hours and then nap until the early afternoon#but 6:30 is a new best. lately its been 4 or 5. not this bad#im also deeply craving a mcdonalds cheeseburger rn whoch sucks cuz mcdonalds sucks and we're boycotting it#but i really just want a shity cheeseburger. yknow#and i want to stay awake all night texting her#she said she woke up at 2:30am (3:30am my time) so it makes sense that shes awake#what the fuck are our sleep schedules??#also I'm reading a horror book and im easily spooked#but i have rats and theyre making little rat noises and scaring me every time#I'm actually so tired. I'm realizing. but i sincerely don't want to stop talking to her#sunrise is in 45 minutes. maybe ill take my puppy for a little sunrise walk#my sibling is gonna wake up to find us both missing at the ungodly hour of 7:30am and think we were kidnapped#im just saying shit now. theres no point to anything im saying. i just like to talk#goodnight. except this def wont be the last incomprehensible block of text i post tonight
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happy birthday samu 🫶🏻
complete credit goes to @nyxprobability for the PRECIOUS idea, much love to you 🥺🩷
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Tired legs struggle to keep his foot on the gas, and tired eyes struggle to stay open.
Osamu is convinced this is the longest drive he’s ever taken from his restaurant to home, the songs on the radio feel painfully slow and repetitive, and there’s a twisted part of him that wonders if he should just turn around and nap at the restaurant for a bit before coming home.
But you texted him, playfully demanding his presence at 6 sharp, to be at the dinner table, hungry.
It’s 5:55 when he pulls into the driveway.
Very, very hungry.
Heavy feet trudge up the walkway and the small steps in front of the door, and he sighs sleepily as he turns the handle.
The threshold reveals his warm kitchen, decorated with candles and all his favorite dishes, and he could cry.
It smells devine. He feels the weight lifted off of his shoulders at the idea that he’s able to just relax for the night and only have to worry about doing dishes for you- you’re a heaven sent, and he smiles softly as he hangs his keys on the hook and blinks his sleepy eyes at you.
“What do you think, baby?”
“I think you spoil me,” he chuckles, opening his arms for you to slip into, which you do. Your warm body feels like the perfect remedy to his crazy day, like you’re able to smooth all the frazzled bits of him back together with one soft coo of his name and pet of his hair.
“Well,” you giggle, rubbing your warm hands up and down his big arms, leaning up to catch his lips in a playful kiss, “it’s a special night. I wanted to spoil you.”
Wait.
Is it?
Osamu tenses in your arms, and you start to giggle softly at him, only striking more confusion through his soul. Was it your anniversary? No, surely that was months ago. Was it because of his new hire? No, you probably wouldn’t shower him in affection because of that.
You got a promotion. That had to be it, especially since he wasn’t home last night to celebrate with you. This is why you wanted him home. And he couldn’t be more happy.
He softens and presses a kiss to your head, “I’m so proud of you baby. I knew you could do it,” he says sincerely.
Now, you tense up. You look up at him with a quirked brow and when he matches your confusion, you click your tongue. “Baby… do you really not know what today is?”
Uhh…
“Sssssaaaaturrrrday…?”
“No,” you snicker. “Baby boy, it’s your birthday.”
It is?
“It is?” He asks aloud. He genuinely starts to count the days in his head, his lips moving slightly in thought.
Yeah… October 5.
Sure enough, it’s his birthday. He’s made it another year.
He’s just… surprised. No one wished him a happy birthday, not even his brother, his mother, and-
“Is your phone on do not disturb?” You ask; he assumes he looks saddened at his realization. “Because I did call you three times before you answered me about tonight.”
He smirks. Then, he lets out a flurry of laughter, shoulders shaking as the noise flows out of him, and he almost forgot how good the feeling of laughter is. You join his laughter and wrap your arms tight around him, squeezing him gently as his own arms drape around you.
“Happy Birthday, handsome man.”
“Thank you, babydoll.”
He takes out his phone from his back pocket, shaking his head at indeed, the little moon icon indicating his phone was set to Do Not Disturb. When he turns it off, he’s met with countless messages, from old friends and new, a missed call from his mom, and a flurry of texts from his brother.
A lot from his brother.
atsumu WEVE BEEN HERE FOR AN HOUR
WHERE ARE YOU
THIS WAS YOUR IDEA!
At least now I get a date but STILL!
Huh?
Another wave of realization crashes onto him, and he winces slightly at his mistake.
“Crap…”
“Whats wrong?”
“Atsumu and I were supposed to get brunch today.”
#bro I don’t love this IRNESIWNDOENE#but happy birthday to the loml#may you not overwork yourself on this lovely day 🥺🩷#osamu miya#osamu miya fluff#osamu miya x reader#osamu miya x reader fluff#osamu miya x gn!reader#osamu miya imagine#osamu miya haikyuu#miya osamu#miya osamu fluff#miya osamu x reader#miya osamu x reader fluff#miya osamu x gn!reader#miya osamu imagine#miya osamu haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader fluff#haikyuu x gn!reader#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n
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i feel really fucking sorry for every historian that is going to have to research this century in this future. Hey I know this is a bunch of words on tumblr.com on an internet designed to degrade down over the years which is terrifying but like if anyone from the year 2110 or some shit like that manages to see this, please know that it sucked for all of us learning about this stuff too
if this post can be salvaged from the wreck of theseus' ship that this site will eventually become and survives until then, hello humans in the future. everything is very scary right now. i think everything's always been scary but its different when you're staring down entropy itself
here are a few things that i want people from the future to know:
in between all the crazy shit going on in the 21st century weve been eating dinner and petting animals and scheduling times to hang out with friends just like weve always been just like we always will be. for every huge groundbreaking event you learn about theres gonna be several million people at any time going "damn" and immediately putting their phones down and going to do regular shit cos life goes on man
we're still telling stories! just like always! and singing stupid little songs just like always and most of it will be never recorded and lost to time forever but please dont be sad even if you dont know the origin of a story or song just know that in creation you are connected to the past always :)
i hope the internets still up we got a lotta good shit on here
i love you. we love you
has tumblrs search function been fixed yet?
what version is minecraft on
seriously dont get sad about whats been lost. its ok. it was here once and it was beautiful
i love you
i love you
i love you
if you really are reading this in 2110 then i am almost certainly dead by now
(unless the events of 17776 by jon bois occurred in which case yippee! immortality! we still got 2 years til april 7th 2026. holding out till then o7)
i love you
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im honestly just really fucking sad and annoyed right now
got banned from a huge comfort game of ours for being a sysmed.
someone asked our opinion of endos, we gave a polite answer.
"i personally dont believe you can be a system without trauma, but i won't attack you over it."
and then i got banned. weve been playing this game for a while now and it really stinks. im just upset and sad.
the place was one of the first disability inclusive spaces weve seen, and it was a nice place to hang out.
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imgonnagetyouback
Pairing: Past Luke Castellan x daughter of Aphrodite!reader
Instagram SMAU
Part 1
A/N: Hellooooo and good morning/afternoon. i wanted to toy with the idea of the character and reader getting together rather than being in a relationship. Part 2 out next week!
pageantsmile
playing Forever & Always by Taylor Swift
hanging out with laruetheday>>>>
-comments-
laruetheday: it was sooo pretty omg
-> pageantsmile: not as pretty as you 😘
tstole: let’s just ignore the song choice ig?
-> pageantsmile: what do *you* know about taylor swift?
redlipclassic: so my invite just shredded itself???
-> laruetheday: you were with your BoYfRiEnD
-> redlipclassic: shut up
stealer_of_hearts
playing imgonnagetyouback by Taylor Swift
looking back at the past, i made a mistake
-comments-
tstole: bold move dude
-> cstole: REALLY bold move
wise_girl: come on luke that’s desperate
redlipclassic: didn’t you cheat on her????
this reply has been deleted by the creator
redlipclassic
laruetheday telling me and pageantsmile the ☕️
-comments-
pageantsmile: PIPING HOT TEA SIS THABKS
-> laruetheday: just doing my part to serve tea and cunt
-> chrissyro: marry me please
-> laruetheday: no. hope this helps 🫶
seaweedbrain: tea? where?
-> redlipclassic: not that it’s any of your business, but ask Annie to check the gc
pageantsmile
playing hoax by Taylor Swift
waking up in the morning, thinking about so many things
-comments-
redlipclassic: i just wish thing would get better
-> redlipclassic: oh shit the song- IM ON MY WAY GIRL
laruetheday: WEVE TALKING ABOUT THIS AT LENGTH PLEASE DO NOT
katie_flower: you look gorgeous, drop the routine ✨
stealer_of_hearts
playing i miss you, i’m sorry by Gracie Abrams
-comments-
michealyew: off topic but nice jawline bro
-> stealer_of_hearts: thanks dude
tstole: ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSANE
-> cstole: THIS WILL NEVER WORK
pageantsmile: …
-> cstole: WHAT. HOW. WHAT
-> chrissyro: it’s the jawline i’m telling you
pageantsmile
now playing august by Taylor Swift
contractually required beach episode, will return to regularly scheduled plot tmrw
-comments-
laruetheday: so you’ll invite silena but not me? FAKE FRIEND
-> redlipclassic: she didn’t invite me…
-> laruetheday: but she hates the beach if she goes alone?
cstole: WE KNEW IT
-> tstole: LUKES A FUCKING G
stealer_of_hearts
@ da beach with da boys
-comments-
michealyew: that doesn’t look like a boy…
chrissyro: there ain’t no boys at that beach bro
tstole: bffr dude
cstole: he really thought he could fool us
laruetheday: OHHHHHH WAIT I GET IT NOW
-> redlipclassic: thank god
queen_of_hearts
playing This Love by Taylor Swift
-comments-
comments are disabled for this post
#pjo smau#luke castellan smau#luke castellan x y/n#luke castellan x you#luke castellan fluff#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan fanfic#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#silena beauregard#clarisse la rue#connor stoll#travis stoll#annabeth chase#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson#micheal yew#chris rodriguez
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“𝒷ℯ 𝒶 𝑔ℴℴ𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒽𝓂?”
contains:LIGHT ANGST+PURE SMUT<3
summary:after a huge fight with tom, things have been so tense between us hes been sleeping on the couch ever since, completely avoiding me.growing annoyed and frustrated at my stubbornness tom caves in, finding a way to make me forgive him.
WARNINGS:dom!tom, sub!reader, arguing, p in v (from the side i guess :p), pet-names, hair pulling, fingering, SLIGHT breeding kink.
notes:tysmmm for the followers i appreciate and love everyone single one you!
“your a fucking stupid whore!” tom yells towarding above me, pointing his finger angrily at me.
“oh yeah whatever tom fuck you, motherfucker!” i snap back getting closer up into his face, my anger coursing through my veins.
this was a couple days ago when tom came home bitching about whatever stupid thing he was going on about, he then started fussing at me which caused me to get annoyed and ultimately started a huge argument between us.
by now ive already forgotten what caused this whole argument in the first place, since the fight weve both been dead ignoring each other, both too petty to admit our wrongings.hes being petty to the point wheres hes even sleeping on the couch just to a prove a point, but i know hell crack any day now.
*TOMS POV*
its been almost a week since this whole mess, and im going crazy, completely crazy.in the past when we would fight wed make up in 2-3 days but i guess shes waiting for me to apologize first, and honestly i cant keep living like this anymore.i need to make her forgive me even if it means fucking the shit out of her just the way she likes it.
currently she was sleeping peacefully (not for long) in our bed, the tv playing quietly in the background.i slowly open the door making my inside the room, softly closing the door behind me.
*BACK TO ORIGINAL POV*
i stir awake feeling the bed dip behind me as tom slipped into the covers moving closer, his arms finding their way around my waist.
“what are y-you doing here?”i tiredly asked my voice slightly cracking.
“oh..cmon babyy.”he whispered softly in my ear his voice rather seductive almost pulling me into a trace like state.
“you can’t stay mad at me forever you know. forgive me, i know you wanna..”he adds his voice so addicting and mesmerizing he knew i couldnt resist him when he would talk like that.he removes his left hand away from my hip now intertwining it into my hair, tightly grabbing a fist-full of it.
“just s-shut up, go away.”i responded playing hard to get but in reality the least i wanted him to do was to go away, i wanted for him to put out the burning desire starting in my core.
he chuckles lowly seeing right through my fake facade he moves his right hand away from my hip.now inserting and reaching his hand into my pajama shorts, his fingers effortlessly finding their way in between my slick wet folds.
“see your all ready f’me baby, not so mad now huh?”he teased, i could practically hear the damn smug smirk on his face.he begins to glide the tips of his fingers up and down my folds causing me to croak a whimper.
“mmh-fuck..” i mumble trying to suppress the moans his toying of my cunt were causing me.
he continues rubbing and sliding his gently fingers around my sex before inserting his middle and ring finger inside my cunt, moving them inside me in a “come here” gesture.
“you like that?tell me how good it feels hm..” he coos, enjoying the sounds of me crumbling and falling into his submission.
“mmugh!f-feels so fucking good!”i whimper my mouth hanging open, my eyes rolling back as i feel his fingers building a harsh and brutal speed, his other hand tugging and pulling on my hair harder and harder.
he suddenly stops, causing me to whine out of frustration.he removes his hand out of shorts bringing them up to my lips, “open your mouth.”he says.
i obliged without hesitation taking his fingers into my mouth, cringing at the taste of myself on his fingers.
next he lets go of my hair, using his now free left hand to pull his plaid pajama pants and boxers down just enough for his dripping with pre-cum-cock to spring out then also helping me pull my shorts and panties down.
“be a good girl hm?”he groans ready to just to cum right on the stop its been so long without feeling my pussy around his cock, he needed it badly.he aligns himself near my entrance, teasing his tip along my pussy before slowly sliding himself inside.
we both moaned at the sensation god how i missed this feeling.
he continued filling me up inch by inch soon bottoming out, giving me a moment to adjust to his thick length.he then began to thrust inside at a steady pace moans both escaping from our lips.
“mmh-god your so mmf-fucking tight!”he gasped feeling my walls clenching and gripping around his cock, this adds fuel to his fire causing him to build up his pace to a more harsher and aggressive one.
“missed mm-this fucking pussy so goddamn mmugh-much!” he mumbles in between his moans and loud groans.
“j-just like thatmmh!”
“oh your such a g-good little gmh-girl!”
“mmh!you feel so good baby uugh!”
“gonna cum all i-inside you mmhm!”
we continued encouraging each-other throughout, the sound of skin slapping soon filled the room along with our moans, the neighbors were sure to have heard by now.but we didn’t care, our pleasure and the heat of the moment just too much for us to give a single fuck.
suddenly toms moans and thrusts became more urgent and aggressive i could tell and feel his orgasm was coming in any second now same as mine.
“cmon b-baby cum all inside my-mmh pussy!”i encouraged, wanting to feel all of his seed paint my walls completely white.
“oh you w-want me to mmugh-cum all inside you?!”he groaned his breathing becoming more intense and ragged.
“o-oh baby cum with me!”i urgently demanded feeling my orgasm just right at the edge, with a primal and loud grunt toms seed quickly began spraying my insides.he continued breeding his seed inside me as i began to reach orgasm as well, my juices suddenly spilling down my thighs.
we both rode out our delicious highs before soon coming back to reality after a few final thrusts, tom slides out with a sound of a pop out of me seeing the sight of our mixed liquids spilling out of my cunt.
“you still mad at me?” he chuckled breathlessly.
“no not anymore baby.”i reply turning around swiftly to face him, his eyes now meeting mine.
“good, next time we fight i just have to fuck it outta’ you right?”
“oh shut up!”
“oh you know you love me liebe (love).”he said with a soft grin, his eyes glimmering with that post-nut glow (you know what im talking about).
“you know i do babe.”i answered leaning in closer placing a soft kiss on his lips the first one in what seemed like forever.
THE END
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel smut#tom kaulitz#tom kaulitz x reader#tom kaulitz smut#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz smut#bill kaulitz x reader#georg listing#gustav schäfer
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i haven’t heard from you since.
chris sturniolo x fem reader.
idk if i specified but they’re in a relationship and have been for like 3 years!!
also hey y’all i disappeared for a while but i’m back 😛and i’m currently trying to get through the requests so be ready 😈love y’all. bee ❤️🩹
how had it become like this? it seemed so unbelievable that there was a point in yoir life where you thought you were going to marry him, have children, and grow old together. if someone would have told you three years ago that you would both end up like this you would have laughed in their face. he used to be so sweet, so passionate about you, but now that couldnt be further from the truth.
you werent really sure when the change happened, or why it happened maybe a little after your birthday, maybe before. of course you knew people grow apart but this wasnt growth. this was borderline misery. the constant fighting, the days of ignoring one another, the nights where chris would come home at 2am and not say a word to you after you had been waiting up for him, it was nothing short of torture.
but still every single time, both of you just let it blow over, waiting until the next bomb went off, but the long lasting was lasting a little too long.
"oh please, like you were actually worries" he scoffed, taking his hat off and throwing it on the kitchen table.
"you stormed out on me, you didnt even tell me where you were, youve been gone for 5 hours and you stroll in at almost 3am expecting me to be cool about it? what fucking planet are you living on" you said staring at him.
he didnt even reply he just shook his head, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms, keeping his eyes trained to the floor. a moment of silence passed as you waited for him to say something, anything, and finally he took a deep breath in and pulled his eyes up to meet yours.
"maybe i just dont wanna fucking be around you" his voice was quiet and soft, a stark contrast to the sharpness of his words. his expression was stoic and completely unreadable.
he watched the colour drain from your face, as he did every time he would bark an insult at you. a small part of him felt nothing but pure joy to know that he had the power to completely crush you, like when murderers say they feel no remorse for the people theyve killed, but another small part of him was bleeding, a self-inflicted stinging, like a pain he had never felt before.
"you know what chris, day by day i realize everything i miss about you was never there in the first place, the person i fell in love with was a fucking mirage." your words were dripping with venom. his face faltered for a second, momentarily letting the mask slip, and the pain your words were causing him beginning to slip out.
"you dont mean that" he looked like he was about to burst into tears, and it made your mouth run dry.
you tried so hard to keep it together, but the tears that had gathered in your waterline threatened to spill with every single Shakey breath you took. there was a pregnant pause and the effect of your words hung in the air. chris stared at you intensely and you let your eyes rest anywhere but on him, you couldnt look at him, at the chance of seeing him with watery eyes and a wobbly lip might make you fall at his feet once more.
you took a deep breath before eventually meeting his gaze and beginning to talk.
"i dont know why things changed chris.... but one day i woke up and we no longer spoke the same language, and i havent heard from you since" chris watched every time as he crushed you, but now as he took your place, standing there with his hands by his sides, mouth hanging open, taking rapid breaths, in and out, while trying not to cry, he felt as though you had murdered him.
"that doesnt mean i dont love you y/n, we can work through this, weve done it before, ill be better i promise i will" he spoke with a wobbly voice.
the tears were now full force streaming down your face. he stood there across the kitchen with wide eyes, trying to think of how to come back from this, but there was something about the way you opened your mouth to speak again, that told him there wasnt.
"i cant relax around you chris, if i relaxed my body now, id fall apart. if i relaxed for a fucking second, id never find my way back. why cant you see that?" you paused for a moment and shook your head at him in disbelief. "why cant you see that you are tearing me limb for limb when i have done nothing but love you? why cant you understand that i have poured all of my heart and soul onto you to try and wash away whatever it is thats made you like this and you are throwing it back in my face? i mean when will this fucking end?" you were yelling and you hadnt even realized you had made your way over to him and were now standing less than a foot away.
"y/n please, dont do this. ill get my shit together and ill be better because i love you" he looked at you with pleading eyes as he spoke, reaching out to grab your hand, but when you pulled away before he even got the chance to even feel your skin on his, it was like he had died right there in that second.
"do you?" you whispered, swallowing thickly, desperately trying to stop the floodgates from opening more.
chriss face was wet with tears as he stared down at you sniffling. he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. he was completely gob smacked. he never thought it would get to this point. but as your eyes bored into his, wordlessly begging him to say something that would fix this, he felt as though the earth was crumbling beneath his feet.
his silence gave you all the answers that you needed, so with that you turned around and walked away, and the sound of his broken voice calling your name, spoke volumes.
he knew it was over, he knew that you were about to go upstairs and pack your bags and walk out the door, but he didnt do a thing to try and stop you, he knew he wouldnt be able to fix this even if he tried, so he watched you walk away, and the second you were out of sight, he fell to his knees, clutching his chest like he was dying and letting out sob after sob, like it would mend all damage he had done.
in the next room, you were frantically trying to keep your self control. the urge to walk back in there and wipe his tear-stained cheeks and kiss his broken heart better was paralyzing. the sound of him wailing and weeping was soul crushing, but this had to be done, one of you had to be strong enough to walk away.
you knew he would leave such an imprint on you, he had left such severe claw marks that anyone you even entertained after chris, would have to know him in order to understand you, and that might have been the worst fucking part.
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ok im not sure if anyones pointed this out yet, but this is a helluva boss sticker pack that just recently released. its very possible that it means absolutely nothing........but is it possible that these are hints to upcoming shorts???? (personal rambles and theories under the read more)
these all seem really random. which wouldnt be out of the norm for helluva merch, usually its just an assortment of random characters doing random things. but with the fact that we now know that we'll be getting shorts, and the fact that these all seem like very specific scenarios, i think its plausible that these are hints for things that might be upcoming.
the cherubs being here is especially interesting, because we havent seen anything about them AT ALL since early season 1. we know theyll be making a return (presumibly in mastermind) but then why is the merch featuring these cherubs, and not collin, keenie, and cletus? i think its possible that well be getting a short set in heaven, specifically about these characters/perhaps in preparation to the release of mastermind.
as we know from hells belles, verosika will be going on a tour in pride, which presumably sets up apology tour. but in this art shes not in pride, shes in sloth. this is where we know the rehab center is. is it possible shell end up back in rehab/well get a flashback short about her time in there? potentially even some backstory with her and barbie??
the next one features bee, tex, and loona. i THINK it was confirmed somewhere (although i dont have a source) that well be seeing bee again this year, although i just assumed that would be in the finale. its possible that she, tex, and loona will be hanging out again in a short, which would be nice! ive also seen some theories/speculation that this specefic piece of merch might allude to the ship ""honeybunch"" (or bee x tex x loona) potentially becoming canon.
stolas and octavia sort of has me stumped. based on her lines in the trailer, it seems like octavia is still harboring some resentment, and this picture seems like a really sweet glimpse into their domestic life. honestly this feels so out of character for me that it almost made me throw my whole idea about these being potential shorts out the window. im sure they still do have nice moments like this, but i struggle to picture them happening since the only interactions weve seen them have have been negative. maybe therell be a short trying to rectify this? or this could be a pre-blitz flashback.
im partially hoping these are shorts JUST for this next one. i want striker to have a short so so bad. i have literally NO idea what it would be, though. i just wanna see more of him and bombproof :( zooming in on the picture, i did notice that 1) theyre back in wrath. 2) striker is polishing a (not-blessed) knife. and 3), he doesnt seem to be too injured from the escape in oops. although, interestingly, we only get to see the left side of his face. im pointing this out, because in oops, when the explosion occurs, the shot of the fire zooming towards strikers face is a direct parallel to the shot of the fire zooming towards BLITZ face. i think it would be REALLY sick if they ended up with matching burn scars.
finally, moxxie and his mom. this is the piece that gave me this idea in the first place, just because it seems so incredibly random. i cannot even imagine a place where she would come back, if not a flashback short that delves deeper into his childhood. where else would she fit in this whole season? its possible that he has another flashback in the show, but the trailer seems REALLY focused on stolas and (especially) blitzs past, so it feels slightly unlikely. it makes sense that theyd get a whole short dedicated just for them.
idk, maybe im WAYYYY off. i just think it would be nice to get some time away from the main cast in their current states for a while and these seem like some of the best ways to do it
#helluva boss#hb#hellaverse#vivziepop#moxxie#striker#bombproof#stolas goetia#octavia goetia#stolas#via#loona#tex#vortex#beelzebub#bee#deerie#cherubs#verosika#verosika mayday#honeybunch#my posts#anyway. i hope someone sees the vision#theories
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Love love LOVE the asexual drabbles and headcannons! Could you do one with Gojo & black asexual woman? Like she teases him ‘i’ll only mess around if you give me a dollar’ as a snarky joke and he’s like ‘i’m rich baby hell yes’ and keeps the joke running🤭 I know i’ll enjoy anything you write! Thank you in advance!
OMG, thank you im glad you love them because i actually love writing them.
• You met him at the mall…the prada store to be exact, you weren’t necessarily shopping more so just debating on a purse or a pair of boots.
•You were a stylist in japan and your clients loved your American style although they had way cooler clothes. Safe to say business was flourishing.
•Yet here you are trying not to blow through money too fast so you were Legit window shopping.
.•The last thing you expect is a white haired man to stand next to you and startle you, you assume he’s going to say something about your hair as most people had done i mean you were a black person in japan.
• He’s holding a few bags and a cup you initially assume he’s blind because of the blindfold but when he begins to talk about the shoe, your slightly confused but you have decorum so you don’t say anything.
• “I’ve had my eye on the bag for a few weeks but they just dropped the new boots so I’m debating” you say and what’s $950 To any normal person its like a penny to him.
• “How about i buy both and you wear them on our first date” he says smoothly leaning up against the glass window and you laugh at first until you realize hes dead serious. You weren’t use to men here flirting with you and it makes you nervous.
• “Usually people start off with their names” you tell him before introducing yourself as you hold out your hand which he places a kiss on.
• “Gojo Satoru” lifting his blindfold revealing the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen
• You also notice he has a tag hanging off his shirt and it cost $1500.
• You decline him buying the stuff for you but accept his offer for a date. What’s the worst that could happen?
• He doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he sees you, he thought you were already gorgeous at the mall but looking at you right now it makes something… stir.
• He told you to dress cute but casual he was taking you sight seeing— he never mentioned it would be in a helicopter over the city.
• It’s obvious this man has money to blow and you contemplate looking him up to figure out just who he is.
• He also brings the shoes and bag as a gift, he couldn’t resist! Plus he likes loves the way your face initially lights up before trying to be humble and give it back.
• He lies and tells you its rude to not accept gifts.
• “Gojo i cant accept this without you knowing all about me…” you speak pouting knowing the good time was coming to an end and while the shoes and bag looked perfect you had to confess.
• “Its the wrong size?” He asked looking at your foot and back at the box on the table.
•“What? No strangely enough you got the right size…im asexual”
•“…thats… cool. I can write with both hands too”
“Gojo thats ambidextrous! Asexual means—“
• “Im just kidding sweetheart, of course i know what it means”
•He definitely did not and googled it under the table.
• You know the meme “we hung out once and weve been together ever since” that was you two.
• The next few weeks he finds time to either take you to breakfast, lunch or dinner and on days hes completely free he’ll take you on some one of a kind date experience.
• Hes a kid at heart so when you take him to a virtual reality place and literally fight to pay, you have to distract him by kissing him and biting gently on his lower lip.
•He loved it nobodys every paid for anything for him and the fact that you planned the date, paid and had a great experience hes lovestruck.
• He ended up paying since he put a hole in the wall fighting demons in the game mentioning something about it feeling to real.
•Its when 3 of his students run into you two and their shocked he’s not harassing you and actually enjoying voluntarily spending time with him, mainly because he has no idea who you are.
• Nobara follows all of your socials loving your day in the life videos, style advice videos even when you have your celebrity clients in the videos.
•Its megumi knowing who you are and thinking you’re cool that seals the deal for him.
•Gojo loves your cooking so the day you pack him leftovers with a cute smiley face and a note hes literally on the desk kicking his feet in the air… weirding out his students. This was next level even for him.
•They beg to bring you around loving seeing him happy with you.
•Its a collective though and nobara who wants to enjoy regular teen things breaks the ice officially by asking
“Take this dollar or have sex with Gojo-sensei?”
“Give me the dollar” at the same time he shouts her name. Hes also taken aback cause what do you mean youre going to take the dollar.
“No babe i dont think you heard the question take a dollar or—“
“Give me the dollar”
•For the rest of the day Gojo chooses to be dramatic from the grocery store to the hair supply store where guess whos short $1 of buying hair supplies. You turn to him seeing hes fascinated with the hair clips and different color edge controls.
•“Hey sweetheart i think you should get all of these” he suggest ready to pick them all up waiting on your command.
•“Hey babe im short” you tell him and he scoffs not paying you any mind looking at the conditioners catagorized by hair type.
“I knew that when i first seen you… what’s your hair type? Does 4b mean 4 everyone? Like your down for interracial dating… how do they know that by hair type? Like hard wig soft life?” He rambles and you almost lose it.
“No im short $1” and he sends you the most devious smirk as he holds open his wallet repeating the question Nobara asked.
“Give me the dollar” you smirk back watching his smile be taken over by a glare as he gives the cashier his card to pay for everything instead.
“Dont give me that look baby, im rich now come on i ordered a package for you” he loves to buy you things he jokingly ask siri how much the world cost one time.
“Satoru it better not be another pair of prada shoes” you scold as he carries the bags, his silence tells you everything you need to know though.
“Babe I’m running out of space to put all the stuff you bought me, please” you pout loving that this was a problem in your relationship and not anything else.
“I have enough space… You can live with me instead”
#gojo x black reader#gojo x black y/n#jjk smut#megumi x black reader#gojo satoru#asexuakual x black girl#Gojo x asexual reader#jjk x reader#asexual#jjk x asexual
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btvs 5x11 "triangle" episode made FOR ME. thank you jane espenson for my LIFE. this is all i wanted, to have willow and anya forced to team up on an adventure and be snippy to each other and work out their issues with each other. and it turns out theyre both just really protective of xander and thats why theyve been hostile to each other 🥺 man this show's really turning me around on xander. it's cause theyre having him treat his girlfriend right. i like that it gives willow a chance to finally articulate that she's gay. cause in the past shes just been like "oh i'm with tara now" which is good and important but that's her talking about her relationship, not about her identity. so when anya is like tsk youre gonna try and steal my boyfriend and willow says hello? gay now! i cheered. also love how pathetic down bad spike is for buffy. when buffy crashed into him during the fight and he puts his arm around her waist.......oh what a menace. and when he expects praise from buffy for doing the bare minimum of not eating the blood of people who have been wounded and buffy's like youre disgusting. absolutely delightful. i also liked seeing the tara and buffy friendship, it's always nice to see tara hanging out with people who are not willow though of course i also love seeing her with willow!!!! when buffy is like sobbing into tara's shoulder i was like ah yes. tara has been relegated into the role of emotional support lesbian. weve all been there
#btvs#willow rosenberg#anya jenkins#xander harris#tara maclay#buffy summers#spike#syl posts#spuffy#tillow
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My thoughts on episode 3 + theories!!
I'll talk more about this on my YT, but for now here's a tumblr version
(SPOILERS BELOW)
Okay so starting off, my unfiltered thoughts throughout the episode
-They actually spend time together when outside the adventures aww! (Not like they really have a choice, but still neat-)
-Jax being a bitch
-"Zooble turns Straight" Welp, the whooooooole fandom was right!
-Bubbles reversed dialouge. Damn they really don't want those content farms no more.
-CAINE AN POMNI INTERACTION YEAAAA (It was one piece of dialogue I'm so delusional)
-He made this adventure JUST for Zooble cuz they never go and he really wants them to GUYS HES NOT A VILLAN SEE?
-Jax being a bitch
-LUIGIS MANSION REFRENCE FUCKING YESSS
-Wow the visual here are super pretty :o
-...and horrifying
-Jax being a bitch
-I haven't mentioned yet but the lil quirky powers or whatever are cool
-Wow the lore Caine writes for these stories is just like your average artist who torments their OCs (he so me fr)
-2D ANIMATION!!! Also Kinger and Pomni being like the funniest duo ever
-HOLY FRICKLE FRACKLE THEY DEFINITELY DID NOT WANT CONTENT FARMS TO FIND THIS EPISODE
-the monster is awesome looking tho
-THE THERAPY SESSION SEGMENTSS AAA
-Also Caine has a Trans flag hanging somewhere in the circus neat
-He forgot he could use his powers to just teleport Zooble to him lol
-Back to the spooky stuff
-Wow Kinger can actually use a gun! (Never thought I'd be saying that sentence-)
-KINGER AND POMNI GO TO ACTUAL HELL WHILE THE REST JUST HAVE A TEA PARTY WITH MARTHA
-Also JAX IS TIED UP BAHAHAHA
- "You know how men are, always having the silliest priorities..." "Heh, dont i know it!" I think the bunny doll shippers really like that scene
-Zooble has some sorta body dismorphia and has opened up about it to Caine multiple times seems like
-Uhh Caine... you okay buddy? CAINE YOU GOOD BRO? CAI
-CAINE HAS EMOTIONS/SELF AWARNESS CONFIRMED???
-Pomni gets fucking posessed ok
-now we know why it looked like kinger was hitting Pomni with the shotgun
-KINGER AND QUEENIE WERE MARRIED CONFIRMED???
-Father daughter bonding aww...
-I love how the whole fandom took one good look at Ragatha and went:
GAY GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GA-
-also Pomni and Ragatha are on good terms now aww...
-Caine and Zooble Should Pass that pipe from ep 2 and legitemently vent to each other
-Jax is pissed because the Jester actually had a good fucking day for once lmao stay mad
-NOW WE KNOW WHY HE STAYS IN THAT PILLOWFORT IM GONNA FUCKIN CRY NOW
Overall, this was definitely my favorite episode so far! The team is getting better each and every episode! SOOO much happened here!! I'm super excited to see what happens next!!
Okay, THEORY TIME!!
-Okay so to start lightly, so far, all the episodes we've seen contain:
Gangles mask breaking
Jax breaks the 4th wall
A cute/sad heart to heart conversation or interaction
A reference to angels or god or Christianity in some way
Interesting right?? Wonder if this keeps up...
-On the topic of Christianity, I saw a theory saying that if it's true that the gang developed the game (which may be true because of that computer science line), When Pomni says "I knew it would end up like this... He just wants me to suffer..." she may not be referring to Caine, but her Boss at CnA.
If that boss exists and is NOT named able, Imma be mildly upset-
-Okay, Alot of people have been talking about Jax being an NPC, and I wanna bring up my opinion on this:
As I mentioned earlier, he always breaks the 4th wall, witch could be seen as a character in a game being like "What do YOU think?" *Insert Game Options here*
I saw another theory saying that if this is true, Jax might be self aware or sentient to some degree, and This is why he tortures everyone. He knows that this world Revolves around the players and nit him so he wants to make them more miserable.
-OKAY, NOW WHAT (I) WEVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR... THE WHOLE DEAL WITH CAINE GLITCHING OUT AN' STUFF!
As one of many Caine angst connisuars on this platform, I really enjoyed this scene...
Caine knows that he only exists to make adventures and if he can't do it well enough than he serves ZERO purpouse and his existence is useless... (he's just like me fr)
This has SO MUCH POTENTIAL FOR A SERIES FINALE.
Since in each episode we've (mostly) seen a character being comforted (mostly Either Pomni being comforted OR someone being comforted BY Pomni)
What if the last episode had Caine and Pomni having a heart to heart?
(Shutup this is not about showtime I swear let me have this-)
Someone abstracts, (Ragatha or Kinger probably,) and it's Caine's last straw. He finally breaks and the circus goes into ruins. Pomni does her best to comfort him. This could go one of two ways:
Either she sucseeds and happy ending for everyone :D
OR, they fail and The Circus is destroyed, Taking Caine down with it.
Maybe then that would be how they escape cuz if Caine is emotionaly attached to the circus, it would be completely destroyed or erased if Caine finally broke...
The angst potential is crazy...
This is terrifyingly close to what I wanted to do with R-M AU UHHH I MEAN-
Anywayyyy I believe that's all! If yall have anymore theories lemme know!!
#the amazing digital circus#tadc#tadc caine#tadc pomni#tadc gangle#tadc zooble#tadc kinger#tadc ragatha#tadc jax#tadc bubble#tadc episode 3#dayseeyaps
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I deeply agree that weve got to meet people where they are at, and that there are multiple factors to consider in a masking situation. But I’m gonna be real as someone who was deeply disabled by covid something still urks me about the way people have been discussing covid protection with you. It is all so overwhelmingly from the perspective of someone not sick. It’s all about how one made the choice to not mask in certain situations and how doing otherwise would ruin ones life, and that’s like, sure, makes sense. But I don’t get that choice. That choice was taken away from me. And I am not making a ill-informed strategic decision in shaming others, I simply have no empathy for the hurt feelings of the people who put me on my deathbed, to be quite fucking honest. I am all for strategic discussions but I am not here to be tone policed by people talking about their choices that I don’t even get to take, sitting here struggling to even type.
Thanks for sharing this. One of the big tension points with COVID is that the target behaviors that need to be changed are located within people who are, statistically, not the most vulnerable -- and so, on a tactical level, we are tasked with extending compassion and aid to people who might not show the same consideration to us as disabled people, if we want to be safe.
As HIV spread throughout queer, sex worker, and intraveneous drug user communities, it was often these very communities that organized in order to influence behavioral change within their own ranks. Gay bars handed out condoms to gay men. Gay sex clubs facilitated fisting nights so people could have safer sex. Needle exchanges run by current and former drug users helped keep drug users safe. The people most likely to be infected were also the people whose behavior could be positively influenced to protect them, and thus protect the community as a whole.
That's not quite the calculus here. In order to protect disabled and high-risk people, we need EVERYONE to be on the same page with regard to COVID mitigation strategies. We need people who are not themselves high risk to mask, test, get vaccinnated, improve ventilation in their homes, etc.
Now, many of these "low risk" people are not actually low risk; the data is pretty abundant at this point that it is in actuality quite hard to pin down who will develop long COVID and who will not, it can happen to just about anyone. And indeed, even many people who know themselves to be high risk are still taking significant risks regarding COVID right now -- because they are forced to go to work in kitchens and grocery stores and live with roommates who travel and etc or because they are so filled with despair they are risk resigned.
So trying to demarcate who is a disempowered victim here and who is an inconsiderate abled person is not actually so easy -- we must resist the urge that has been drilled into us to issue moral judgements about whom is righteous and whom is deserving of suffering. That is not a disability justice politic. No one deserves long covid, no one deserves to die, no one deserves to overdose, no one deserves to get AIDS, no one deserves to perish because they could not handle the loneliness of social isolation either. We must believe that all disabilities are legitimate and in need of accommodation here, and that includes mental ones that make strict mitigation adherence hard for some. (hello, hi, i have crazy risk-taking brain disease, and even so i care about COVID mitigation, and i need community care too).
EVEN SO, it is undeniably true what you are saying, that we are focusing more on the actions and choices and hang ups of the people who have some freedom to choose, and not the people who have been at home for years at this point, completely isolated, because they are high risk or disabled by COVID already.
I would always caution people to remember that there very much are folks who are high risk and have long COVID who are still forced by economic circumstances out into public life every single day. so we can't equate who is at home and who is out in public taking risk with how disabled or sick someone is. But still, I digress, and on the whole you are right, we are concerning ourselves with people who have the freedom to choose how they respond to COVID, and doesn't that seem unfair?
Sure it's unfair! But the people who have the ability to choose how they respond to COVID risk are the exact people whose behavior we are trying to influence here! We want more people to mask, get tested, get vaccinated, socialize outdoors, etc. And so we do have to put considerable resources and messaging into reaching those people and influencing their behavior if we wish to protect disabled and high risk people.
Someone has to do the work of listening to their concerns, educating them, validating their feelings, giving them access to masks and tests, and removing barriers to them taking those kinds of desired actions. a LOT of people have to do that work. You don't have to do that work as someone who is chronically ill, but I'm gonna do it. and I wish more of my comrades would join me in it, for your sake too! We need to be doing the footwork of getting all your neighbors masking so that it is safe for you to go outside!
We also DO want to protect those people who are taking big risks. Their lives do matter just as much to me. Many of the people who are disabled with long COVID were them once. The fact that someone takes a risk does not mean they deserve to get sick and die. Again that is a fundamental cornerstone of a disability justice politic.
But yes, I hear you, it's annoying from where you are sitting to have to hear people who get to out in public and take big risks complaining about how they are sad when they get criticized. You don't have to listen to these conversations. It shouldn't be your job to hold those conversations. But they do need to happen.
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🍕to find this later
Aita: i called the pizza my husband was eating nasty
For some context, this will seem random but it may factor into emotions right now
My husbands best friend just moved in with us 3 days ago
My mother in laws dog was diagnosed with cancer today, and will be put down tomorrow. Everyone is very heartbroken
We were in the car after getting some groceries and my husband mentioned he was thinking of picking up pizza since he knows no one has eaten much today and definitely wont feel like cooking
I dont like pizza much, i especially dont like little caesers, im very very open about this and always have been. If im ever given a choice i never choose little caesers, but if i am hungry enough ill eat a slice or two.
We all have really dark senses of humor and often poke fun of each other and of each other's interests and laugh it off no big deal. We do this daily
So I'm sitting in the bedroom playing games, my husband and his best friend are hanging out in the living room. My husband comes over to the bedroom and says hey Im going to pick up pizza Ill be right back
Time passes and the pizza comes and everyone goes and sits at the dining room table to eat. Theres three boxes, two different types of pizza, my husbands favorite, stuffed crust, and my usual favorite thin crust. Everyones talking and I don't remember exactly what was said but my husband mentions something about thin crust my favorite or something like that. I say something like "actually with little ceasers i prefer the normal pizza the thin crust doesnt have much sauce and i like the sauce". I finish eating and get on to my handheld console and keep playing my game, half paying attention to the conversation. At some point, I honestly don't remember at all what I said or what was being said, but I remember vaguely my husband saying the box they got is "normal pizza" and i said no its not his is stuffed crust which is nasty. I was being playful, i dont like pizza to begin with, i like the crust even less, and stuffed crust just really really isnt my thing.
A few minutes later i notice my phone has a notification, i look to see a text from my husband saying I was being rude because his friend paid for the food.
I was at first extremely confused, was me playing games at the table rude? They were using their phones while eating and talking so i didnt think so. Was it because i said i didnt like the thin crust? At this point i genuinely dont remember saying the stuffed crust is nasty and dont understand what i did wrong. I text him back asking what he was talking about and he says that i called the food nasty. I thought about it and vaguely recall saying it Playfully but again i was paying attention to my game and not so much to what was being said so i dont even remember for sure.
I got really upset and kind of mad, I had just been joking and i never say ugly things to people ever so it hurt that he assumed i ment the worst.
Even then there had been absolutely no way for me to know his friend bought it. He told me he was thinking of buying pizza then he said he was going to pick it up. Plus it happened to be my and his favorite pizzas so it seemed like he picked them. I had been in a different room there was no way i could of known what they planned or who paid or anything.
Plus whenever he buys or cooks food i always tell him his is gross or nasty or w/e Playfully. And he calls my food gross too. We joke like this all the time.
And even still, weve been together for three years and weve known each other longer than that. He knows i dont like pizza. He knows i dont like crusts. Its not a strange thing for me to be vocal about it. In faxt itd be strange if i didnt because like ive mentioned we Always poke fun of each other's foods and of each other.
And maybe this is just a me thing but. I dont feel like its rude to call something like little caesers nasty, especially around people who know i dont like it? Itd be one thing if it was a strangers cooking id say something polite like "i dont think its for me" or just say it was good if i wont see them again. Or if i was at someone's house and they bought pizza for everyone. But for all intents and purposes it seemed like my husband bought it and, i cant stress enough how normal it is for us to pick fun at each others foods. He makes fun of my subway order all the time. I always call little caesers gross.
I dont know if feelings are just tense because the beloved family pet passed
Or if he's feeling extra defensive of his friend since he just barely moved in
Or if im in the wrong entirely for being upset and it actually is highly rude of me. Though. I genuinely dont understand since we make fun of each others food all the time. So if i am the asshole can people please try to explain why because i genuinely dont understand what made this different to him saying the black olives on my subway are gross. Or me normally saying little caesers is gross. Like i really dont get whats different so id really appreciate an explanation
What are these acronyms?
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FRAGMENTS OF FEAR — CHAPTER 2: TO CUT A LONG STORY SHORT
PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: i realized it makes more sense that abigail most likely takes place in massachusetts so i did some tweaking with the setting 💀 originally it was gonna take place in new york but uhhh i guess we are going with massachusetts instead.
SUMMARY: sylvie wakes up to find herself in a mansion, and she’s not the only one there. things get quite awkward between her and frank.
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Sylvie’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she noticed was that she was in quite a fancy-looking bedroom. Well, she could tell it wasn’t hers. She slowly sat up from the bed, wincing in pain as her head began to throb almost instantly. What the fuck?
Confused, Sylvie looked around the bedroom. “Where the hell am I…?” She whispered to herself. She began to climb out of the bed, trying not to stumble over as she did so. “Jesus Christ…”
As Sylvie staggered over to the door, she noticed how she almost felt as though she was hungover. What the fuck had happened to her? She couldn’t remember anything, either. She only remembered being in her bedroom, and that was it. She couldn’t remember anything else after that, and when she tried, it was almost like a blur.
Once Sylvie opened the bedroom door, she carefully made her way down the stairs, and that was when she heard voices.
“Come have a drink with us, Joey!”
“Gotta go check on the kid soon. Maybe after.”
Kid? What kid? Sylvie only felt even more confused. As she continued to slowly walk down the stairs, she noticed a group of people hanging out by some sort of bar lounge — four men and two women. One of the men was riding on a tricycle around a pool table, gawking at his surroundings.
“No party poopers allowed.”
Sylvie reached the last few steps without tripping over, and that was when everyone in the room took notice of her.
The man on the tricycle looked up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh, look who’s awake. Come and join the party, man! Peter’s… uh… in charge of the drinks.”
Sylvie raised an eyebrow and started to carefully survey the area. What the hell was she doing in a mansion of all places? She didn’t remember being brought to this place — she just… woke up and found herself in it. Was this some sort of lucid dream?
“You look lost,” one of the men then snidely remarked. Sylvie turned to look at him, taking in his appearance. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it. Was it the accent? The demeanor?
“Yeah, I am,” Sylvie responded, crossing her arms as she looked up at the man. “I don’t know why I’m here, exactly.”
The man shrugged, taking a sip of whiskey from the glass in his hand. “Well, Ava, I could explain that to you, but I don’t think it’d make you happy.”
Sylvie narrowed her eyes. “That’s not my name. My name is—”
“It’s your name while you’re here.” The man coolly interrupted. “Now, you gonna relax and have a drink with us, or nah?”
Following the man’s question, a bit of a smug look formed on his face, as if he almost knew something about Sylvie. There was something surreal about this entire situation, and Sylvie wasn’t liking it one bit.
“I don’t… I don’t drink.”
The tricycle guy rolled his eyes. “This chick better not be as boring as Joey is…”
The man in the glasses scoffed, shooting a glance at him before looking back down at Sylvie. “You sure about that?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
“What do you mean?”
Interrupting their conversation, the man on the tricycle spoke up, taking a puff from the joint he was currently smoking. “Hey, Joey, can I have a piece of that candy?”
A dark-haired woman, who must’ve been Joey, took out a lollipop, sticking it in her mouth. “Get your own.”
The joint-smoker rolled his eyes. “Fuck you, too.”
He continued circling the pool table on the tricycle before speaking up again. “You grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters, huh? I’m like… an expert at reading people.”
Joey raised an eyebrow as she sucked on her lollipop. “Oh, really?”
“Mhm. You’re like… a nanny or babysitter, looking after that kid. And,” the man turned around, gesturing to the various people in the room, starting with the blonde girl first, “teenage runaway hacker turned black hat for the feds.” He began to come up with his own observations about the rest of the individuals, such as “private security,” and an “explosives man.” His eyes then landed on Sylvie. “As for you, uh… I dunno, also gonna go with a teenage runaway.”
The man in the glasses let out a sharp chuckle, casting a quick glance at Sylvie before looking away from her. Joey was clearly unamused. “You might be the least perceptive person I’ve ever met.”
“How the fuck would you know that?”
Joey rolled her eyes. “You literally got nothing right, Dean. About anyone.”
“Crisp $100 bill right here if you can tell me one true thing about me.” The man in the glasses then offered. He took out his wallet, retrieving a $100 bill and waving it in front of Joey.
Unimpressed, Joey simply responded with a “pass.”
“Mhm.” Dean started doing laps around the pool table again, continuing to take hits off of his joint. “See? She’s a fraud.”
Joey glared at him before tilting her eyes at the man in the glasses, carefully analyzing him. A few seconds later, she threw out her observation. “You used to be a cop.” She casually stated.
Used to be a cop. Wait a second…
Peter’s eyes widened. “No way. Did he arrest you or something?”
Joey shook her head. “No. It’s the stance, the walk, the shoes.”
Sylvie’s gaze fixated on the man, her expression hardening. The more Joey spoke, the more she felt as though a pit was gradually forming in her stomach.
“Not to mention the standard-issue Glock, the shoulder holster, and he used police hand signals back at the house.”
Standard-issue Glock. Shoulder holster.
Sylvie tried not to think about it too much, but it was getting difficult. The man was looking more and more familiar by the second.
Then, that was when it all hit her. The glasses.
“Not a street cop. No, too smart. You need to be in control. So, I’m gonna say detective. Homicide or vice. And, he tries to hide it, but he’s from Queens. Probably only been up here a few years.”
Queens.
Sylvie could feel her chest tightening. It was definitely him. Joey’s description only confirmed her suspicions.
He was in my room. How the fuck did he even find me?
What the fuck is he even doing here?
Trying to push the thoughts out of her mind, Sylvie reached into the front pocket of the denim jacket she was wearing, taking out her wallet, taking out a $20 bill. Might as well see what Joey had to say about her. “Uh… how about me? I’m… curious.”
Joey took the $100 bill from the man before glancing at Sylvie. She carefully studied her for a few moments, then steadily approached her. “God, you poor thing.”
Sylvie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, just look at you. Tortured artist, much? Most likely a loner, never really had any friends. You’re not from here, either. Chicago, I’m guessing?”
Sylvie slowly nodded. “Yeah… that would be correct.”
“You also seem like the kind of person who had to fend for yourself most of your life. You never had anyone, except for yourself.”
“How did you…?” Sylvie didn’t know what to say. She felt uncomfortable. Exposed.
Joey shrugged. “I suppose I have a talent for reading people.”
“Hey, uh, you do me, too?”
Joey turned around to glance at Peter, eyeing the bill that was in his hand. “I almost feel bad taking this… ‘cause you’ve basically got a fucking neon sign over your head that reads ‘muscle.’”
While Joey was analyzing Peter, Sylvie casted another quick glance at the bespectacled man that she was almost entirely certain was Adam. She had a multitude of questions, but she figured she’d might as well hold off until later, until she could talk to him privately.
“Quebec, right? You got bullied in school? Probably by Dad, too. So, when you got bigger than everyone else, you turned the tables. Made it into a career.”
Sylvie was alarmed by Joey’s skill at being able to pick apart people with such precision. All it took was just one look at somebody, and it was like she was able to figure out all of their secrets like it was nothing.
Next up was the blonde girl, Sammy. Grinning, she waved a $20 bill in front of Joey’s face.
“Wow, really? A twenty? That’s cheap, considering you come from money.”
Once again, Joey was spot-on. Sammy looked at her with a pleased smile on her face. “It’s true.”
“Which means you’re only in this for the kicks.” Joey continued. “You don’t get your hands dirty. You use a keyboard instead of a gun and tell yourself that makes what you do not as bad. Good luck when the illusion wears off.”
Sammy handed Joey the $20, a look of approval on her face. “Very good.”
Joey then approached the man next to Sammy who was wearing a leather jacket. “No money.” He said, chuckling.
“Then I’ll just leave it at ‘semper fi,’ and you’re getting off easy.”
Dean was left, and clearly he was offended that Joey hadn’t decided to bother with him. “Hold on, now, you forgot about me.”
Joey raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t want me to do you.”
“Aw, c’mon. This is fun!”
“You’re not a professional.”
“I’m the best motherfuckin’ wheelman in this town.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t good, I said you’re not a professional. You’ve got… loose wiring. Probably a sociopath.”
With those words, Joey turned around. She was about to leave, when the man in the glasses let out a snide chuckle. “And you are a junkie.”
Joey stopped in her tracks, and the room went silent.
“Cop knows a junkie.” The man continued, taking a few steps towards Joey, carefully observing her. “Your little candy affectation, long sleeves, why you don’t wanna drink with us… you in recovery or something? How many days ya got? We gotta be worried about you?”
Sylvie was starting to feel even more uneasy than she had previously felt. Yeah, she was dead certain the man was Adam. The threatening aura was right there.
“No.” Joey calmly responded, staring him right in the eyes. As calm as she looked, even she appeared mildly intimidated.
“No?” Adam repeated, his voice quiet and cold. He got even closer to Joey, his face mere inches away from hers.
“Don’t ever fuck with me. I will know.”
“I’m gonna go check on the girl.” Joey then said. She turned back around and left, disappearing from everyone’s sight.
“I knew it. Junkies never share candy.” Dean commented with a chuckle. Adam turned around and gave a nonchalant shrug.
As he walked back over to the bar lounge, his gaze met Sylvie’s, and she swallowed nervously.
“You okay?” Sammy then asked. “Don’t mind Frank. Trust me, nobody here likes him.”
Frank? Oh, right… fuck.
Sylvie felt like she was going to panic. Now, she remembered everything — him staring at her through the mask he was wearing, standing right in front of her… when he briefly pulled down his mask to reveal his face. She remembered him holding some kind of syringe… and then it hit her.
He fucking kidnapped me, didn’t he?
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sylvie eventually muttered, and she steadily approached Frank, staring at him directly the entire time. When she reached him, he looked down at her with a slight smirk.
“Well, you look exceptionally pissed.”
Sylvie narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, I am.”
“If you’re gonna start screaming at me, how about we take this somewhere private?”
“Yeah, gladly.”
Frank leaned against the wall in the hallway, looking down at Sylvie with a deadpan expression on his face as he patiently waited for her to speak.
“So…” he muttered, crossing his arms. “The fuck’s up with you?”
Sylvie drew in a deep sigh. “Why the hell are you here?” She asked. “That’s my first question. I moved to Massachusetts thinking I’d never see you again.”
“Both of us decided we needed a bit of change in our lives, didn’t we? Besides, I know you missed me.”
“Shut up.” Sylvie rolled her eyes. “What change?”
“Got bored.” Frank answered matter-of-factly. “Y’know, doing the same shit gets quite old after a while. Bored with my job, bored with my family, bored with my life. It wasn’t for me.”
“So, you quit being a cop and abandoned your family because you got… bored?”
“Mhm. What’s up with your life? It’s been a long five years, hasn’t it?”
Sylvie’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. Frank’s nonchalant demeanor about this entire situation was pissing her off. He just… didn’t care, but she couldn’t be surprised either. He was never really the kind of person to care about anyone or anything.
“I’ve been trying to turn my life around. I quit drinking and all the other shit I was doing. I’ve actually been doing great.”
“Quit drinking?” Frank repeated. “Suppose that means avoiding alcohol like the plague now, since you didn’t even want to have a sip of anything.”
Sylvie shrugged. “Decided that’s the best for me.”
“You’ll change your mind, eventually. The temptation’s always there. Just a matter of time before you give in to it.”
“You’re a real fucking asshole.”
Frank shrugged. “Just being honest. Now, what was the other question you were gonna ask me?”
“You fucking kidnapped me, didn’t you?”
Frank let out a small chuckle. “Shit, so you do remember everything. Yeah, I did, but I was just doin’ my job, y’know. I was given the order.”
“How the fuck did you know where I live?”
“You’d be surprised.”
Sylvie broke eye contact with Frank, unable to bring herself to look at him anymore. “So, you went from being a cop to a goddamn criminal? That’s ironic.”
“I learned some things by going undercover. Also, you still look the same, I see.”
Sylvie looked back up at Frank. “What do you mean?”
Frank gestured to the black lace skirt she was wearing. “Still dressing provocatively as usual, huh? God, do you dress like that on purpose?”
“You’re sick, you know that?”
Instead of responding to Sylvie, Frank only continued. “I’d be very surprised if you don’t have a boyfriend by now. Y’know, you’re the kind of girl that men would die to have.”
Sylvie tilted her head, an unimpressed expression on her face. “And you are a pervert.” She scoffed. “Also, what happened to your wedding ring? Got bored of your wife, too?”
Frank rolled his eyes. “You really had to ask that, didn’t you? I never even loved her in the first place.”
Before Sylvie could say anything else, Frank turned around, making his way back to the bar lounge. “Good talk, by the way.”
Sylvie just stood there and watched as he left, feeling a different combination of feelings all at once. She felt confused, and angry. She didn’t think she’d ever have to put up with Frank’s snarky, irritating attitude ever again, yet here they both were, now stuck in a mansion together.
(unrelated, but this scene from house md is basically just frank and sylvie’s dynamic in a nutshell 💀)
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