#happened to me when i was securing for th and i got vip then it glitched when i entered my card details 😂😂😂😂😂
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jiminrings · 2 years ago
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target audience ik i’m off my rocker when i ask this bc i’m rlly desperate but pleaseeee if u are selling tickets/know someone who does for agust d in sg or th please please let me know !!!!
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suspiciouslypinkrosegarden · 3 years ago
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Pairing: Unknown (Saeran Choi) X Female Reader CRACK FIC
Description: You are a humble teenage bookworm, obsessed with the performer Lady Gaga and her catchy music. Or perhaps, it’s not her you’re obsessed with, but her back up dancer, Saeran. When your bestie Sasha offers you the chance to watch a performance front row, a chance encounter happens. Can you successfully woo this ̶s̶e̶x̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶a̶s̶t̶ handsome dancer? Or will your attempt to dress up lead to nothing at all.
This is in NO way shape or form to be taken seriously. It is supposed to be a funny parody of many Wattpad stories we may have read way back when. It is not targeting any one author and is entirely based on stereotypes and jokes made about old experiences.
Little warning: Some of the jokes made could be said to be 18+, but nothing is too over the top. The reader is described to be blond with blue eyes, etc., just following Wattpad stereotypes. All descriptions of the reader are for comedic purposes as well as the “authors notes”. The elixir is brought up at the end.
This fic contains and is based on a sketch done by my friend đŸ€ŽMelkinpumpđŸ€Ž, who you can find on tumblr here: https://melkinpump.tumblr.com/
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https://youtu.be/dQw4w9WgXcQ song from chapter 2!!!
CHAPTER ONE-
I woke up to see my beautiful turquoise bedroom shining in the sun. It was finally time, today I was going to a Lady Gaga concert. My gaze drifted to the Lady Gaga poster on my wall. But here’s the plot twist. I wasn’t in love with her, but him. The man in the back of the poster, Saeran, one of her favorite back up dancers. He was in all of her shows, and today I just had to seduce him best I could, which would be hard because I was such a nerd. I stared lovingly at his face behind hers, tongue sticking out with a blue color to it from the koolaid he had in his hand. It was pretty rock and roll epic. I sighed. Time to get dressed.
I followed the advice of my friend Sasha, and wore one of her tight black leather dresses. I’m not used to tight clothes, but she’s a seduction master with 10 boyfriends right now, so I’m listening. It hugged my 1 inch waist so tight I couldn’t breathe, and the cleavage showed almost my whole natural DD rack, but I guess it looks hot. This felt weird, so not like me who usually wears big sweaters and big jeans. Of course, I still need to wear my glasses or I can’t see shit. I took down my long, straight platinum blond hair out of my pony tail and brushed it. Lastly, I brushed my teeth incase we do make out.
Sasha arrived in her Jaguar car. She’s super rich unlike me. She yelled at me,
“Why aren’t you wearing makeup? Come here let’s fix you up!”
She put on a lot of my makeup for me, thick black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. I put back on my glasses when she was finished, and she smacked my hand.
“No! Guys don’t like girls who wear glasses, show off those pretty blue eyes!”
I sighed as now I’d be blind for the concert. But it’s ok, it’s all to win his heart. The devil with the white hair and man whore outfit he always wore. It was Lady Gaga’s thing to make him dress like that, I didn’t mind because he’s incredibly sexy in it.
I tried not to let my mind wander too much as Sasha drove us to the concert. I could not be nervous, and I definitely couldn’t allow him to see that I was actually just a little nerd girl. Tonight, I’m a sex kitten just for him. Sasha made sure of that.
END CHAPTER 1
HEY guys I hope you enjoyed chapter one :) chapter two is just down below and maybe you’ll finally get to kiss Saeran idk it’s not like I’m the author ;))
CHAPTER 2-
The concert began. And there he was, dancing so close to me as we had front row seats which Sasha’s rich dad paid for. I’m so lucky to have a rich bestie.
He rocked his hips to the beat, that pink leotard type outfit barely covering much. I could see his beautiful pecs through the heart in the center, shiny from his glistening sweat. Unless Lady Gaga told him to shine up with something, I wouldn’t put it past her.
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After a few minutes, my heart stopped beating. He noticed me! His aqua orbs met mine in the crowd, gazing into my soul with such a fiery passion as he danced, white locks stuck to his forehead with sweat. My friend nudged me, smiling. I couldn’t believe it. I smiled at him, and started singing the words to the song playing to pretend I was unphased.
And then, it happened. He kneeled down next to me, chains from his outfit clinking a little, leaning in with his hand cupping his ear to hear my voice. He then spoke, the tone surprising me as his voice was rather airy.
“I can’t hear you!”
I sang louder.
“You can be louder than that!”
He smirked at me teasingly. My heart was leaping sky high as I got even louder for him. I’d do anything for him.
Just then, he passed me his hand, offering to take me up on stage with him. I hesitantly took it, feeling its heat in mine as he pulled me up on stage next to him. It felt unreal!
“YOU GO GIRL WOOOOH!”, Sasha screamed.
Lady Gaga stopped then cued the next song as Saeran passed me a mic. The music started playing and I could feel my heart in my throat. I couldn’t let him know this confidence was all a fake to win him as I’m usually just a bookworm. I sang best I could, the song was a classic, “Poker Face” by Lady Gaga (link at the top). To my surprise, Saeran also took a mic. It was just the two of us singing, and the audience was in awe because it sounded so good. I didn’t even know I could sing because I never have before, but now I understand I have a hidden talent, and I feel more confident.
As the song wrapped up, he smiled at me and handed me a VIP backstage pass! I thanked him profusely as I got down from the stage, eliciting a wink. I can’t believe I’m going to get to see him backstage!
CHAPTER 3-
Hey guys :/ adult content warning !
Skip ahead to the end of the awesome concert and me and Sasha were heading backstage with my shiny, black VIP pass. It had a mint eye symbol on it which looked bitchin. The guard stopped Sasha from entering,
“Sorry, only that one is allowed by Mr. Saeran.”
Mr. Saeran? Now that’s hot. But I’m also sad because I want to take Sasha too because without her, I wouldn’t even be at this concert! Sasha winked at me,
“It’s ok girl, go live your dream. My dad’s rich so one of my boyfriends is Justin Beiber so I don’t need this anyways.”
“Thanks bestie.” I smiled at her, preparing myself to go meet Saeran and Lady Gaga alone.
I took in a deep breath, my exposed chest nice and puffed out to attract his attention because I know guys like boobs. Sasha told me that, I don’t know much about guys because I’m a nerd. But hopefully now I’d be his nerd.
The security guard led me to the back of the hall, opening the big door, revealing Saeran and Lady Gaga, standing and talking. I was in shock! They were both so hot in person! I am so lucky!
Their heads turned in my direction, Saeran hungrily licking his lips upon seeing me. I couldn’t get any redder!
Just then, Lady Gaga handed me some blue koolaid and told me to take a seat with a sweet smile. I smiled back and sat like she said. Lady Gaga spoke,
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you! You really grabbed my dancer’s attention here as well as mine and the crowds, and I instructed him to pick one lucky girl to meet with today. And here you are! With a singing voice like that, I want to know if you want to join us on tour!”
With that, I’m certain I stopped breathing. To work alongside Saeran AND Lady Gaga?! Incredible! I didn’t mind leaving my old life behind to be sexy and cool always like I was tonight, because at home I was nothing but a 16 year old boring book worm. I’d be happy to never see high school again, but I’d miss Sasha.
“Yes!” I squeaked happily.
“Good girl~” Saeran cooed. I wasn’t expecting him to call me that, and I blushed red to my ears.
“First, let’s finish that drink with a toast to you joining us!” Lady Gaga cheered.
“Ok! Cheers to our new pet here!”, Saeran said raising a glass too.
It’s weird that he called me pet, personally I think a little ominous. But it’s ok, he can call me as he likes.
As I tasted the koolaid, it was super bitter and burned my throat. Saeran and Lady Gaga smiled at me, and I smiled back, forcing myself to chug it as they watched eagerly. I then felt super dizzy and sick
what was this koolaid? As the room started spinning, I reached a hand to my head and winced. Saeran sat next to me and guided me to lean on him. Even though I felt odd, leaning on him still made my heart race.
He stroked my hair, whispering “good girl” once more. This was getting freaky. Did they drug me?
Before I could open my mouth to speak, Lady Gaga took off her crazy wig. I saw long blond curls fall down as she removed her wig cap. Within another second, she popped out colored contacts, revealing orbs as green as emeralds. That wasn’t Lady Gaga at all! It was a fraud! I gasped, but Saeran held me closer, telling me to remain quiet.
“Just as you’re thinking child, this isn’t a Lady Gaga concert at all, but a recruitment for our cult! I killed Lady Gaga long ago, and took her place. Saeran here is in charge of choosing one lucky person each show to join us, and with your voice you’ll make a great performer alongside us here at the Mint Eye!”
I was so angry and confused. What did she mean she killed Lady Gaga? And a cult? No way

Saeran spoke to me again, “don’t worry little blondy, I chose you because you’ll be a great assistant for me with that voice. We have a lot of work to do, and lucky for you, since I can tell you like me, you get to work alongside me~”. He cackled and then crushed my phone with his bare hands.
I was horrified. I spoke softly, still feeling weird.
“Saeran
I thought you were a good person
I know you are
I love you
”
He seemed moved in those minty eyes, but wouldn’t tell it. His eyes were a tad watery as he scooped me up into his arms and cradled me close to his chest. My head rested on the open heart in his costume.
“I know, and that’s exactly why I chose you. I’ve been watching you for a long time, y/n. You look different without your glasses. But don’t worry, we have contacts for on stage.”
And with that he carried me to his room, and I prepared for my new life as a cultist.
END!!!!
A/N: Hey everyone thanks for reading <3 I wonder what Saeran and y/n are going to do in his room next 😳😜😎🍋!!?!! If I get 3 comments, I’ll write the next part :3 which will be rated 18+ though!!! I think you know why ;)))) !!! Pray for me 🙏 because I just broke my pelvis and I’m so sorry that 18+ part will be a little late because of it but I’ll write it in the hospital! Safe wishes 💋! Thanks for all the support!!!!
Fin! *takes a bow*
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wftc141 · 5 years ago
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Blackwatch Chapter 5: Zvonak na Zavtra
02:30 AM, Local Time
Rome, Italy
June, 2018
Gabriel let out a gasp as he bolted up. He was searching for breath as he looked around. Sweat was running down his body, sticking to his sheets. It was the same nightmare. The visions of his gruesome experience in his military service, his fallen comrades and Nico. He couldn't get it out of his head and it probably won't until he died. Gabriel then heard his nightstand rumbling. His phone had been ringing for a while which must've woke him up. Sighing, he wiped the sweat off his hands and answered the phone.
"Hello?" Gabriel mumbled.
"You're needed for a mission."
"When?"
"Today. Bring your team in."
"Understood."
Hanging up, Gabriel let out another sigh and got off the bed, turning on the lights. The pitch black room brightened, glowing in contradiction of the dark outside. There was no rest for Blackwatch in the end.
05:10 PM, Local Time
Moscow, Russia
June, 2018
After arriving in Moscow, Gabriel and his team of five, first headed off to their place to meet for the briefing where Salvatore had arranged before-hand. McCree and Sombra were in Gabriel's car while Amélie, Moira and Marvel were in the other following Gabriel. The ride on the way there was quiet, though Gabriel wouldn't care much. The team eventually arrived at their meeting area where they would be briefed. The place looked to be an abandoned warehouse but it was a secluded base for intel gathering. Getting out of the car, Gabriel led the team into the warehouse with McCree helping carry equipment with Sombra. Inside, the warehouse was empty and looked to have been left behind in a hurry. The sun shining through the shuttered windows made up for the poor lighting. The team waited for a while, looking around the empty place.
"This looks shady. Are you sure this is the right place?" Marvel asked.
"Relax, I've been here before." Gabriel assured.
"Of course you have, my friend."
Gabriel turned around to that familiar accent. The figure walked out of the shadows from the other side and stood. He recognized that haircut from Grease, prompting a smirk from him.
"We both picked this together."
Gabriel approached him, shaking his hand before pulling in for a hug.
"It's been a long time, Boris." Gabriel said.
"Likewise, old friend."
Breaking off, Gabriel turned to his team who were waiting for an explanation.
"Everyone, this is FSB Agent Boris Kuznetsov. We trained and fought together while I was in Delta."
"К ĐČĐ°ŃˆĐžĐŒ ŃƒŃĐ»ŃƒĐłĐ°ĐŒ," Boris nodded. "I was a good friend of Nico
I'm sorry to hear about what happened in Ukraine, Gabriel."
Gabriel nodded, slightly uncomfortable. "It's fine."
"So what's the job?" Sombra asked.
Boris took a deep breath before beginning, placing his hands on his hips.
"Last month, the Russian Prime Minister had a less than pleasant encounter with an assassin during her visit in Georgia. She's a woman with a notable political and social influence on Russia. Rumor has it that there's going to be another attack and that rumor has been proven true when she received a death threat last week. Our government doesn't know about this and when I reported this to my superiors, they did not believe me and ordered me to stand down."
"Sounds like someone is trying to cover this up." Marvel said.
"More like someone wants her dead." Sombra added.
"It's true," Boris said. "The Prime Minister has always been putting people over politics which to them isn't a sensible choice and as Sombra said, I do feel like someone from the government is trying to get rid of her which is why I had to contact Blackwatch."
"And it's a good thing you did, Boris."
The group turned towards the familiar voice, leading to two figures approaching them. There were two women, one of them they already knew. It was the Prime Minister herself in her signature white, tight business suit with her dark brown hair tied to a bun to complete the look. Beside her was a tall, muscular woman whose build resembled an Olympic weightlifter. Her blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail and there was a scar above her right eye, forming an 'X'.
"Ah, yes," Boris turned towards the team to introduce the women. "May I introduce you all to the Prime Minister of Russia, Katya Volskaya and her head of security, FSO Agent Aleksandra Zaryanova or Zarya as she prefers."
Boris then approached Katya who was looking at the team.
"Miss Volskaya, this is the team I was telling you about." He said.
The sentence was implanted on Gabriel's mind for the past few years every time someone introduced them. Katya nodded, still observing them.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all," she then glanced away from the team. "Especially you, Sombra."
Katya's gaze locked onto the hacker. There was a pause and the team turned to Sombra who simply smirked.
"Pleasure to see you again, Kat."
"Please don't call me that."
"You two met before?" Gabriel asked.
"Yes," Zarya stepped forward. "Sombra helped us track down and capture terrorist cells across Russia last November."
"And since I'm here again, I can't wait to find out who's trying to kill a good friend of mine." Sombra said.
Gabriel nodded and turned to Boris. "So how are we doing this, Boris? You got this planned ahead?"
"Indeed," he replied. "Volskaya has a press conference in St Petersburg tomorrow, making it the perfect time for whoever's after her to strike. This is where you and your team come in. You will shadow our escort units on the way to and from the meeting in case anything happens. While they're out there, we'll need your hacker to provide eyes from the sky and keep tabs on whoever's trying to take out Volskaya."
"Alright. We can work with that."
After settling on their plan of action, Gabriel and the team left the warehouse to get some rest for the mission.
Next Day
04:50 PM, Local Time
St. Petersburg, Russia
June, 2018
Katya looked over the window where they drove down the street. The traffic was unusually less bustling than it was. She had just finished the press conference and she was gazing out the window watching people pass each other without a glance at the traffic. Security revolving her had been tightened in case of an attack with a few more vehicles added to the convoy. The Blackwatch unit were trailing behind the convoy from a further distance in an unmarked car while Sombra was watching them from the drone.
Adjusting her jacket, Katya let out a sigh as the convoy made a stop at a traffic light. Her gaze fell in the middle of the windshield in front of her. Katya then intertwined her hands and began to fidget with her fingers. Something was giving her anxiety. The nerve in her left hand was buzzing. Even though there was no suspicious activity throughout the day, she didn't buy it. If nothing happens then, it would happen later.
"Is something troubling you, ma'am?"
Turning to the voice, Katya glanced at Zarya who was sitting next to her. As a bodyguard and a close friend, she was always there for her whenever she wasn't in the mood or felt like crumbling.
"I'm okay, Zarya. Thanks for your concern." Katya assured.
The convoy moved and they were back on the road again. The silence remained for a while. Katya then began to reminisce. It was often a bad thing. Anytime she reminisced, the first thing that would come up would be something that was troubling her. The image of the death threat popped up in her mind.
"This must be retaliation." Katya muttered.
Zarya glanced at her.
"What do you mean?"
"The sins I have committed to make Russia a safer country. The relationships I have shattered to undo Stalin's actions."
There was silence between the two. Katya wasn't expecting Zarya to be on her side on anything political. She heard Zarya sigh and felt her hand touch her knee.
"I don't agree with what you've done but I know that you did what needed to be done. But no matter what you do, I will stay by your side and make sure that nothing happens-"
Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted in front of them, startling Katya as well as cutting off her thoughts. The first car burst into flames and flipped over, landing upside down. The driver then hit the brakes, stopping abruptly. The tires screeched as they halted.
"Đ—ĐŒĐ”Đč ĐČ ĐŃ€ĐșтоĐșу, статус, ĐŸĐșĐŸĐœŃ‡Đ”Đœ! (Serpent to Arctic Team, status, over!)" Zarya shouted in her earpiece.
There was no response from the first vehicle. Zarya then shouted something Katya couldn't hear. Everything around her was beginning to close in on her. The noises faded away. This is the retaliation. This is her consequence.
Everything was happening in a blink of an eye. There were two SUVs that stopped in front of the convoy and the doors swung open. A group of men in balaclavas wielding assault rifles emerged and aimed at the convoy. A barrage of gunfire rained upon them. Katya ducked behind the front seats and covered herself as bullets hit the windows like sponges. Thankfully, the bulletproof vehicle was able to sustain against a hail of gunfire like this but they can't stay any longer.
"ĐŁĐČДЎОтД ĐœĐ°Ń ĐŸŃ‚ŃŃŽĐŽĐ°, КОрОлл! (Get us out of here, Kiril!)" Zarya yelled.
"Đ ĐŸĐŽĐ¶Đ”Ń€! (Roger!)" he responded.
The car began to reverse from the attackers, weaving past deserted cars on the road with the rear escort vehicle behind them. As Katya peered up from the seat, she turned to her right and noticed a vehicle heading towards them at full speed. Before she knew it, the vehicle smashed into the car and everything went black.
The team was already on their way to the Prime Minister as soon as they heard the explosion. Gabriel could hear the sounds of chaos and panic from the radio of the FSO team.
"VIP хот! VIP хот! (VIP is hit! VIP is hit!)"
Gabriel hit the pedal, bypassing vehicles through the almost empty street, heading for the Prime Minister as fast as possible.
"Shadow 4 to Shadow Team, hostiles are closing in on the VIP! Get your asses down there now!"
"Copy! We're on our way!" Gabriel responded before pulling on his mask.
They managed to arrive at the scene. At a distance, fire and smoke was drifting up from one of the escort vehicles and the Prime Minister's vehicle was still there but it's been tumbled over. A pickup truck was parked near the Prime Minister's vehicle with several masked men heading towards it. Parking the car next to the remaining escort vehicle, Gabriel and the team hopped out with their weapons ready. They were equipped with suppressed SIG Sauer weapons, different from their usual arms. As the team headed towards the convoy, Amélie approached one of the FSO agents taking cover behind the vehicle.
"How bad is it?" She asked.
"First vehicle was hit by some sort of bomb and the VIP was hit by an enemy vehicle." The agent told her.
"Thanks. We'll take it from here."
Amélie did a quick inspection of the scene before turning to the team with a plan.
"Shadow 6, 7, flank them. The rest of us provide suppressive fire so we can reach the VIP."
Marvel and Moira nodded before heading off to flank them. By the time the team were ready, the attackers noticed them and charged towards the team. The team opened fire, using deserted vehicles as cover. Gabriel managed to take out two attackers, before taking cover behind a red car. As he waited for the right time, he noticed Marvel and Moira making their way down the path nearby.
Gabriel then stood up and returned fire, taking out a few more attackers with single burst rounds. He caught sight of an attacker stepping onto the roof of a car with a grenade. He blasted him in the neck before he could even throw. As the attacker fell off, the grenade exploded. The fiery blast consumed the vehicles and the attackers near the proximity. Getting out of cover, Gabriel advanced past the vehicles and faced more attackers heading their way.
Gabriel shot two attackers with multiple rounds, emptying the magazine. Taking cover behind a van, he removed the magazine and clipped on a new one before he heard footsteps to his right. Gabriel turned around and aimed, shooting an attacker in the stomach. He then approached the attacker and finished him off with two rounds near the head before he could fight back.
Gabriel peered through the front of the van and fired upon another few attackers as McCree rushed towards them while firing rapid bursts. The attackers hid behind vehicles from the gunfire. Gabriel noticed Marvel and Moira from the other side, about to open fire.
"Reloadin'!" McCree called as he took cover behind another car.
Gabriel moved out of cover and noticed the attackers emerging from cover to fight. Gabriel fired multiple rounds, taking out two of them with the rest being taken care of by the team. He then heard the tires screeching from a distance and noticed one of the attackers' SUVs speeding away from the scene.
"Clear!"
The team caught up with each other and approached the crash site. Marvel and Moira were first to get there while the rest set a perimeter around them. They found Zarya crawling halfway out of the car with the door ripped open and a smoking pistol on her right hand. A thin stream of blood was sliding down her face from her temple.
"Zarya! Zarya!" Marvel called.
Gabriel noticed one of the attackers on the ground near the car with a bullet to his lower back, trying to crawl away. As he finished him off with a round to the head, Marvel reached Zarya and helped her up.
"You alright?" Marvel asked.
"Da," Zarya answered through her gritted teeth. "But they got the Prime Minister."
Marvel nodded before reaching for his comms.
"Shadow 4, this is Shadow 7. Hostiles got the VIP. Can you track down that vehicle?"
"Already on it," Sombra answered. "You guys might wanna start catching up to them before they go dark."
"Copy, we're on the move," Amélie said and turned to the team. "Lets go!"
As they made their way back to their car, they noticed Zarya behind them.
"I'm coming too." Zarya said as she adjusted her Kevlar.
Gabriel glanced at the others, awaiting approval.
"Alright. Let's go!" Gabriel nodded.
After getting the remainder FSO agents to contain the vicinity, the team reached their car, a black seven-seater Renault Duster and jumped in. Gabriel ignited the engine and took it by reverse, driving off to the streets. Speeding through light traffic, Gabriel scanned the road for any sign of the attackers' vehicle.
"Shadow Team, I managed to I.D the vehicle with the VIP inside. You're looking for a red Jeep Wrangler without a registration plate." Sombra said.
Gabriel took a right turn and surprisingly, he caught sight of the red Jeep speeding away in the midst of the light traffic.
"There it is!" Zarya called, pointing at the car.
Gabriel reached for his comms. "Shadow 1, I got visual on the red Jeep."
Hitting the pedal, he chased after the Jeep driving erratically. One of the attackers emerged from the window and opened fire at them. The shots rang across the street, scaring away people watching the chase. Shortly, the attacker got back inside, possibly running out of ammo.
"Take the shot, Lacroix!" Gabriel ordered.
"Copy!" Amélie replied as she opened the window.
She mounted the MPX on the window and aimed for the tires. She opened fire, hitting the front and back tires. The Jeep lost control and skidded to the right, crashing into a parked car. Gabriel stopped the car near the Jeep as the alarm of the parked car blared. Several people began to approach the crash, hoping to help whoever's inside.
"Zarya, get these people outta here." Gabriel said as he got out of the SUV.
"Da."
As Zarya ordered the people away from the scene, Gabriel and the team advanced towards the Jeep with their weapons fixated on them. The door opened and a leg stepped out. Katya came out with one of the remaining attackers holding her in front. The barrel of his pistol was pressed to the side of her head. The sounds of shock erupted from the crowd.
"ОтĐČалО! ИлО я ŃƒĐ±ŃŒŃŽ ŃŃ‚ĐŸÂ (Back off! Or I'll kill this-)"
A gunshot erupted. Two bullets hit the face and the attacker slumped over, pulling Katya down with him. The crowd cried out in shock. Gabriel wasn't the one who shot him though. He glanced over and noticed both Amélie and Zarya's weapons with smoke coming out of the barrel. As a former Delta, Gabriel admitted that these two would make his former buddies look like stormtroopers.
"Goddamn." McCree muttered, alongside Marvel nodding. Even these two were impressed.
Lowering their weapons, Zarya rushed up to Katya who pushed the body away. The team checked their surroundings as the crowd began dispersing.
"Are you alright, Katya?" She asked, getting her up.
"I'm fine." The Prime Minister nodded and then turned to Gabriel. "Thank you."
"The job isn't over until we get you outta here." Gabriel replied.
"Of course. Let's get out of here."
The team got back into the car with Katya and Zarya joining in while McCree and Marvel sat in the boot. He drove the team away from the area and they headed back to their destination.
"Shadow 4 to Shadow 1," Sombra said. "I found something interesting."
9:50 PM, Local Time
Moscow, Russia
June, 2018
ViačaslaĂ» Tsyganov yawned as he finished his nightly tea. He needed to loosen some tension after his meeting with the Council. The T.V was still airing the night news, including the coverage of the Volskaya attack in St Petersburg. Letting out a gruff sigh, he adjusted his receding hair and stood up from his chair. Suddenly, the room went dark. Everything was pitch black and the T.V was shut off.
Tsyganov looked around. It must've been another power outage but there was something off with it. The suburb he lived in had just gotten maintenance from the electricity technician and the only way a power outage would happen was if there was heavy rain. Setting his teacup on the side, Tsyganov tried to move through the dark with his weak eyesight. He was way too old to navigate through the dark. He lifted his arms to feel anything in front of him but there was nothing to hold on.
Tsyganov held onto the corner of the wall and suddenly, the lights were back on. His eyes gazed around the room, familiarizing himself. Maybe his neighbor was foolish to turn on more than three appliances, that frail idiot. Letting go of the wall, Tsyganov sighed and turned to get his tea. He picked up his teacup along with the saucer and turned around, only to freeze and drop them onto the carpet floor. His eyes widened at that unexpected sight.
There was a hooded figure, pointing a suppressed gun at him from the other side of the room. He noticed that he was wearing a balaclava with a skull painted on it. Tsyganov didn't hear him enter. His house was fitted with heavy security.
"Hola, Senator." The intruder said in English.
"ĐšŃ‚ĐŸ ты, чДрт ĐČĐŸĐ·ŃŒĐŒĐž? (Who the hell are you?)" Tsyganov asked.
"Друг ЀХБ. (A friend of the FSB.)"
So he can speak Russian. He had no idea who he was but he could tell he wasn't Russian. Whoever he was, he must've been hired by the FSB. The intruder walked over to him, still aiming the gun at Tsyganov.
"Sit." He ordered.
He can't escape this but he wanted to hear his part so he played along. Sitting back down on his chair, he looked up at the intruder, feeling his glare from his eyes. A band of sweat oozed from his forehead. He stayed silent, waiting for him to speak.
"The attempt on Katya Volskaya's life was smart, hiring the ISIL-CP terrorists to do the work," He said, taking out a phone from his jacket and tossing it to Tsyganov's feet. "But paying them first was a big mistake when we traced the payment back to you. That was very idiotic...especially for the Russian Senator."
Staring down at the phone, he could see an image of the transaction. Now he sees why he's here. Tsyganov looked up and scowled.
"You have no clue of what she's done." He growled.
"Actually I do," the intruder said. "I'll admit, Volskaya could've done better but at least she did what she had to do to keep Russia from turning into another Soviet Union where the second Cold War would've happened. Hell, she would've gotten my vote for the next President of Russia if she chose to. And as for you? You're just a pathetic politician who abuses power and cowers behind terrorists to do your dirty work."
Tsyganov ignored his insult. "And you think killing me will solve all of this? I have friends who will finish what I've star-"
Gabriel closed the door behind him, holstering his pistol behind his jacket. He wasn't interested in Tsyganov's empty threats so he put a bullet to his head to shut him up. Taking off his mask, Gabriel headed for the front gate down at the hill without worrying about the cameras, thanks to Sombra's intervention. Once he was in a safe distance from the house, Gabriel took out his phone and dialed.
"This is Reyes. It's done."
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gothiccbts-blog · 5 years ago
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My Darling, Chapter 1
Genre: Murder Mystery, Horror, Angst (in this chapter)
Pairing: BTS x Reader
Summary: Working as a detective constable for 5 years definitely had you seeing some horrific scenes in your career. However, nothing would prepare you for the string of murders around the city which all had one intention; getting your attention.
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Author’s note: Hello! This is the first official chapter of my first fanfic, hope you all enjoy it! Also would recommend if you haven’t read the teaser I highly suggest you do since it’s where this chapter leads off from. Let me know what you think! Thank you - Lisa
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Thursday 7:46am
The ticking noise of the clock on the cold, white-bricked wall was slowly getting louder in your head with every second, it’s the only thing that’s keeping you conscious in this cold and harrowing morgue. Your body is pressed against one of the cold metal tables as you rest your eyes, pulling yourself into darkness. This is the first time you’ve shut your eyes for more than 2 seconds all night after the body was discovered at Stigma Nightclub, the image of the blood-soaked body was still burning into each fiber of your mind.
The sound of a scalpel being slammed against a metal tray brings you back into the light, the horrific vision of the victim’s body now fading away as your eyes are met with the same body now on a metal slab, all sewed and cleaned up.
“I don’t think you need me to tell you that this was a pretty violent murder.” Stated the man standing directly above the body, Kim Seokjin, the head Forensic Pathologist on this case and pretty much every case that’s pretty serious. Seokjin is good at what he does, hell, he’s amazing at what he does. The bad thing is that even he knows he’s one of the best in the business, meaning you can imagine the size of this guy’s ego.
“It’s pretty difficult to say what killed him first
 the head trauma from his skull getting bashed against the wall or the fact he pretty much stabbed every internal organ in this area
” he says as he gestures to the lower abdominal area before leaning against the metal table and looking over the body, his eyes dragging along the flesh.
“From the looks of things, he was knocked out cold when his head was thrown against the wall but was still alive when he was being stabbed and of course died from blood loss.” He states before a scoff came from the other side of the room.
“Even I could’ve told you that! And here I was under the impression you were the best in the business, could you please tell us something we don’t know, Seokjin?” Came Officer Min’s obviously tired and annoyed voice as he leans against the cold wall of the morgue, arms crossed and looking very unimpressed at Seokjin.
An annoyed sigh escapes Seokjin’s lips, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows; “It’s Dr. Kim to you, Min. And until we analyse the fluids and other areas of the body, we will not be able to determine a cause of death. I suggest you take your head out of your ass and actually do something other than gawk at me doing my work, I know I’m handsome but even I need to draw the line, especially in a work environment.” His offended look was now replaced with a smirk, knowing how to push Officer Min’s buttons.
Officer Min, also known as Yoongi, and I have come to Seokjin’s Pathologist team for lots of different cases, be it a murder, drink driving, drug overdose, you name it. You would think after years and years of being in the same cold and eerie room together they would come to like or even just respect each other. Apparently, Seokjin’s cockiness and overall personality are just too much for Yoongi, not that he is any better, he always wishes to push his buttons just to piss him off, it’s a constant cycle every time we’re here.
You yourself would never consider yourself a friend of Seokjin’s, would you ever go to a bar with him? Go out for lunch? No never, you just respect his work and consider him an acquaintance, that’s all. Even if you were to ask him out for lunch, he has this reputation of keeping himself to himself, I don’t think anyone in his team even knows anything personal about him other than his name and age. No one knows his family if he’s got a boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife, kids. He’s an unbreakable wall that no one has seemed to crack.  
A low growl comes from Yoongi’s throat as he pushes himself off of the wall, turning his head towards you,
“Come on Miss Y/l/n, I know where we can go, let Seokj- oh I’m sorry Dr Kim, my apologies your majesty,” he pauses to bow mockingly, earning a scoff from the other man, “We should go back to the nightclub, I sent some of my team and forensics there early this morning to see what they can find, might as well join them and see if we can help.”
You nod, pulling your tired body off of the table, turning your head to Seokjin before leaving, “Give us a call if you find anything important, alright?”
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8:12am
The smell of booze, sweat and regret is exactly the first thing that hits you when first stepping foot into Stigma Nightclub. Instead of sweaty and drunk bodies grinding against each other to some terrible EDM music, the place was filled with people in white plastic suits and police uniforms. You remember a time where you used to be in here, back when you were a university student and had so much of life ahead of you. This was actually when you were first introduced to him. Kim Taehyung. The man that broke your heart.
You remember it so clearly; you were out dancing and having fun with friends when he came up to you at the bar. He was just so charming, handsome and made you smile, filled you up with compliments and even asked you out, being the innocent student who wanted to experience things said yes. Around 3 or 4 dates later he asked you to be his girlfriend, you were on cloud nine, little did you know he was going to break your heart into a million pieces.
“We should go and talk to some of the staff here last night, follow me.”
Yoongi’s voice brought you out of your little daze, the image of Taehyungsmiling in front of you is replaced with emptiness, the memory fading. Finally bringing function to your legs, you follow his lead, before you know it you’re heading towards a girl around the age of 24-26 with the staff’s uniform on, sitting at one of the many tables. She’s looking down at her hands, fidgeting. She’s obviously very distressed. I don’t blame her, she’s surrounded by officer’s that are all trying to get every little detail out of her.
“-I just c-can’t believe he’s r-really gone
” you heard her whimper as you approach the table, taking out your badge from your coat and showing the officer’s surrounding her, signaling them to leave. You slowly kneel down in front of her, trying to make her feel a bit more at ease.
“Hi there, I’m detective constable y/n y/l/n, this is Head Officer Min. We’d like to ask you about what happened here las-“ you stated before she suddenly interrupted.
“My friend got murdered! T-that’s what! I-I’ve told the other o-officers everything I know, w-which is nothing! Just l-leave me alone!” she exclaimed, more red hot tears streaming down her already stained face.
Sighing you get back up on your feet and look over at Officer Min, who is about to say something else to her,
“Give her some space
 is the owner anywhere to be seen?” You asked, knowing well who it is you’re asking to see.
You have heard of the infamous owner of this nightclub, Jung Hoseok. In fact, everyone has heard of him. One of the richest men in the country. He owns around 5 nightclubs all over the country, all of them being packed every single night, sending him easy millions in the bank every week. Not only that but he has been connected to a lot of drugs and weapon smuggling in and out of this country, but no charges were made against his name due to the lack of evidence. This man has so many connections that he could buy himself out of jail, that’s why he’s so well known. He’s created a whole empire for himself making him untouchable. At least he likes to think he is.
A lot of my team have tried their best at arresting him, trying to catch him red-handed when talking to these criminals, organising the drug and weapons smuggling but he knows what he’s doing. He’s careful and never leaves any loose ends for us to find. He’s good at what he does, the bastard.
“Why, you going to try and get some information out of him? I wish you all the luck in the world, Miss Y/l/n.” He says before nodding towards the set of stairs, just over by the glamorous VIP section of the club with chandeliers and expensive furniture, “His office should be up those stairs somewhere, you go and talk to him and I’ll go and talk to security, see what we can find on the CCTV footage from last night.”
You nod, you can’t help but let your gaze linger on the bar as you turn to make your way towards the stairs, the sound of his laughter echoing through your brain, the sound of his compliments, his jokes, him.
“You’re a university student? Wow, you must be pretty smart then!” He smiles, taking a sip of his drink of beer, his big and sparkling eyes never leaving yours, “Beautiful and smart, surely that’s illegal!”
You laugh, probably a little too loud now that the vodka from your 4th vodka and coke finally seems to have kicked in.
“Oh no no, you flatter me too much! You’re really trying to charm me, aren’t you?” you lean in a little closer, feeling a little bolder now as you look at him with a raised eyebrow.
“That depends, is it working?” He winks back at you, sending blood rushing to your cheeks, sure you’ve met guys at bars who have tried to flirt with you, but this seems so different, he’s different.
“Get me another drink and you’ll find out
”
Before you know it you’re standing in front of a fogged glass door, the metallic plaque with the name ‘Jung Hoseok CEO’ engraved into it. A loud beaming voice coming from within the room, sounding to be annoyed with whoever else is in there. Without thinking twice I knock against the glass, the room inside falling silent until you hear the words “come in” from a low voice.
When you enter the office, there are already a few police officers in there, no doubt giving Mr. Jung a grilling already, trying to suck every piece of information out of him. However, the police officers are not the first thing you notice, despite being right next to me as you enter the room. It’s the dark eyes of Jung Hoseok. Boring into you from the other side of his desk. His hair is a mess, his shirt unbuttoned and tie loose, his eyes heavy and luring you in before you finally compose yourself.
“I am detective constable Y/n Y/ln, do you mind if I have a few minutes with you, Mr. Jung?” you state, trying to be as calm and collected as possible despite the horrible aura that’s coming from the man in front of you.
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Alright, sweetheart, as long as it’s just you and me. Don’t want these hounds lurking in on our private conversation, now do we?” His sudden cold and rude exterior changing as he gives you a wide smile, a cold shiver going down your spine as you nod, watching as the two officers make their way out of the room, the sound of the door closing is a lot louder than it should have been, maybe that was just your nerves heightening your senses.
“Sit down, sweetheart, I don’t bite you know
” The smirk never leaving his face as he gestures to the leather chair in front of his desk. You nod, making your way to the chair, feeling a little self-conscious with his eyes following your every movement as you lower your body down.
“I’m sure you know why I’m here, Mr. Jung
 Let’s not beat around the bush and get right into things,” you decided to stay true to your professionalism, despite the sheer vulnerability you feel at the moment right in front of him, feeling like prey standing right in front of the predator. Your statement seems to amuse him so as he changes his body language, the smirk continuing to stretch on his face as he slumps more against the back of his chair, easing me a little, “where were you around 3am this morning?”
He stays silent for a moment, as though picking out his words carefully. That or he was just utterly fascinated by your face as his eyes have not left it since you’ve entered the room.
“I was at the other side of town, in one of my other night clubs
 My more popular ones
’Cypher’ you may have heard of it, you seem like the type of lady that likes to go out drinking now and then
” he slowly lets out a piece at a time, leaning in towards his desk so that his elbows are now resting against the expensive wood. You know what he’s trying to do, he’s toying with you, trying to distract you and fall for his charms. He’s a manipulator, someone with his power becomes really good at that sort of thing, too bad this isn’t the first time you’ve dealt with this.
“What were you doing at ‘Cypher’ at that time, Mr. Jung?” You were met with a scoff, not an irritated one but one more amused, you knew he was enjoying this more than he should be.
He leans in more, his smirk now turning into a grin, stretching across his face. The creepiest thing about it is that it doesn’t seem to meet his eyes.
“Do you really want to know, sweetheart? What would you do if I said I was in my own private booth with a pretty girl from the bar, doing things to her under the table that had her squealing in pleasure?” he says slowly, his eyes burning into yours to see your reaction.
You’ll admit, that did send heat to your cheeks since you weren’t prepared for it and you’re sure he noticed too by the small chuckle that escaped his lips. This is what he wants to do to you, to distract you from what you’re trying to do, from what you’re trying to find out.
“What do you know about the victim, Mr. Jung? I believe he worked here as a part-time bartender, is that correct?” you ignore his tries at distracting you, at clouding your brain with images and thoughts in order to stop you from getting any information out of him. Not today, Hoseok.
His smirk falters a little, bringing his elbows off of the table and leaning back against the chair again. His eyes finally breaking away from yours as though he realises I’m not going to give in to his little comments.
“I know OF him
 He was a student or something, right? Don’t know much about the kid
 He didn’t get involved in anyone’s business or try to make conversation, just made your drink and that was it. He did his job. Kept himself to himself
 why someone would want to mutilate him like that is beyond me, maybe he got on the wrong side of someone that night
” he says while looking down at his desk as his finger slowly taps against it as though he’s
 anxious?
His last comment made you pause, his choice of words: ‘maybe he got on the wrong side of someone that night’ as well as this being the first time he broke eye contact with you, this is no coincidence, he knows more.
“What do you mean by that, M-“ before you can pry any more, the door of his office swings open, revealing Officer Min who is looking between the both of us, breathing heavily as though he ran up the stairs.
“Miss Y/l/n, you might want to see this
”
With furrowed eyebrows, you push yourself up off the leather chair, about to leave but turns to Hoseok before you do,
“I would like to continue this conversation later, Mr. Jung,” you state while staring at him in the eyes, his eyes are no longer flirty and sparking, they’re just cold. Burning. Scared. You’re going to get whatever he’s hiding out of him if it’s the last thing you do.
You follow Officer Min down the stairs of the nightclub, somehow, you can still feel Mr. Jung’s eyes burning into your skull like corrosive acid is burning through to your brain. You should be scared of him, that’s how he has everyone in this city wrapped around his finger, that’s why he’s walking free instead of rotting in jail. Subconsciously you turn my head to the top of the staircase as your legs reach the bottom, only to see Mr. Jung’s slender figure standing there, watching, lurking, his full playful and sexy exterior completely gone. His eyes stalking your every movement as you walk through to the security room with Officer Min, like a hawk watching a rabbit through the fields. He knows something about this case and he doesn’t like the fact that you’re willing to find out every little detail.
8:49am
Entering the security room of the club you are hit with the lights of many televisions all displaying a different part of the nightclub, illuminating the room. You glance around them all, seeing if there is any camera which would show the alleyway, which would reveal the actual murder being committed. Unfortunately, it seems no camera shows this. Does this mean the killer knew about the placement of the cameras or was it just sheer luck?
“Play camera 23 at 3:17am this morning.”
With a few clicks of the keyboard, one of the screens on the left starts to play, the camera being displayed inside the club, showing the bar and the many drunk people sitting there, flirting, touching, giggling, just enjoying themselves. The nightclub closes at around 4am, this you know because of your past experiences in this place, that’s mostly why it was so loved; it didn’t close ‘early’. The staff behind the bar are also shown doing their job, taking orders and mixing drinks, your eyes instantly catching onto the victim who’s currently taking a beer out of the mini-fridge and opening it.
You keep your eyes trained on him, that is until your eyes follow him handing the beer to someone at the bar, the ring shining on the man’s finger instantly making your chest tighten. Your breathing heavy and painful. That’s your ring. You bought that for him. Kim Taehyung.
“Happy anniversary, babe!” You giggled, throwing your arms over his shoulders from behind, placing little kisses on the side of his cheek, earning you a laugh in return, “I got you a little gift
” you move on of your hands in front of him, revealing a small white box with a little red plastic bow on top of it.
“Awww! You shouldn’t have! Mostly because I didn’t get you anything
” he laughs as you slap his shoulder, “I’m kidding I’m kidding; how could I forget to get the love of my life a 2-year anniversary present? I’m dumb but I’m not that dumb!” he pulls away from you, quickly running over to his dresser to grab what he got for you, which is in a thin, black rectangle box, quickly shoving it into your hand.
“Open yours first!” he said, he looked like what could only be described as a big excited puppy as he watched you take off the delicate lace ribbon, biting his lip in anticipation as you open it. Anxiety building up in his chest as you process what you’re looking at inside the box.
“Well? Do you like it? I-I knew you liked the idea of little locket necklaces! I just d-didn’t know if it was the right one
 do you hate it? God, you do, don’t you? It’s okay I can get you ano-“ he’s quickly interrupted from his panic when you lean in to give him a kiss, pulling away with a loving smile on your face.
“I love it, Tae this is just
 wow
It’s beautiful!” you slowly let out before you carefully open up the locket, revealing a picture of the both of you on your first date, all shy and nervous at the park together, the picture being one of your personal favourites.
“Tae
 this is perfect, really thank you” you quickly lean back in to hug him, your eyes tearing up with how thoughtful it was before pulling away with a laugh, “great, now my present looks terrible!”
He laughs, shaking his head, “you could give me anything and I would love it, I love you so much
” he smiles lovingly at you before looking down at the small box you gave him and opening it finally, his lips parting when he sees what’s inside.
The ring inside was silver, having an engraving of a chain-like pattern at the sides, the inside having both yours and his initials.
“I know you said you really wanted another ring plus I know you like these designs, plus this one is personal now since it has our initials on it together
” you say softly, the anxiety of his reaction feels like it’s going to kill you.
Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being pushed back onto his bed behind you, making you yelp out in surprise as he covers your face in kisses.
“it’s perfect! What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” He pulls away with a smile, looking down at your lips, “I’ll keep this on till the day I die
” he says before leaning in, kissing you like it’s the last time he ever will.
That ring. The same one you were staring at right now on the man’s finger through CCTV footage. The same hands you held tight every day, the same hands that touched you, caressed you. The same arms that used to hug you every day and night. The same neck you used to bury your face in. The same face you used to wake up to every morning and think everything was going to be alright. Him.
“Miss Y/l/n, are you alright?” came Officer Min’s voice from beside you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder in comfort, “you’re looking quite pale
”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine
” you lied, your brain feels like it’s spinning at 100 miles per hour trying to process what you’re looking at, who you’re looking at.
You watch him carefully as he sips his beer, his head pressed against the palm of his other hand, looking rather bored or fed up as he sits alone at the bar. You wonder; why is he even there, alone
 Sure you haven’t seen him in a few years after he broke your heart but the last place you’d expect to find him was back here, back where it all started. Why wasn’t he running away with her.
“Watch, the bartender goes into the back room, another worker confirmed he was going back there to stock up on the drinks in the mini fridge at the bar but
 he doesn’t come back.” Officer Min stated, his eyes glancing over at you in both concern and to see what you thought of this.
This was not the time to think about the past, I have to do my job.
“Have you checked the storage? Are the forensics team in there? See if there’s any signs of struggle or maybe an extra set of footprints
” you finally say, noting how Officer Min seems to glance at the other security, they all have an unreadable look on their face. It’s not a good one.
“I was about to send the team in but
 I think it’s best you see it for yourself, y/n.” His voice is laced with something that you can’t quite point out, concern? Sadness? Fear? All you know is it must be serious, especially since he’s now calling you by your first name, something he never does.
Before you head down, curious and scared at what you might find down there, you glance back at the screen to take one last look at him but you are met with an empty chair, he’s gone.
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You are led down to the storage room at the back of the bar, everything looking completely normal as you enter so far; barrels of liquor, wooden pallets filled with food and snacks, extra chairs and tables, cleaning equipment. Nothing seems to be out of place so far, that is until you meet Officer Min’s eyes, gesturing for you to look in the freezer part of the storage room, his eyes glancing away after he does so. This was strange. It’s so out with his character to look so vulnerable at this moment in time that you really don’t want to even think about what waits for you beyond this freezer door.
You put your hand on the large, painfully cold metal handle and turn it, using all of your strength to pull it open, the burning of your muscles now met with the sharp coldness of the freezer. Putting one foot in, eyes traveling around the dark freezer, not even knowing what it is your looking for exactly. The freezer itself is pretty dark, only a few dim lights in there to illuminate all of the pieces of meat and drinks kept in here, just making this whole situation even eerier than before.
As you take another few steps into the freezer, the sound of something crinkle under your right shoe, your movements instantly stopping, brain running wild at what it would be, before you can come up with anything your eyes are plummeting down, meeting what appears to be a piece of paper.
The first instinct was relief as it was a probably receipt or something that one of the staff accidentally dropped when counting the stock, but that moment of relief was instantly met with sheer terror as your eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting of the freezer, making what was laying on the ground visible to you now.
It was a letter. Not only that but it was addressed to someone. Your heart thumping in your ribcage as you slowly bend your knees, swallowing what felt like razorblades as you shakily picked it up.
You were right, it was addressed to someone.
You.
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thebigreylotheory · 5 years ago
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Belated TROS trailer reaction and thoughts
Painting.
Been doing lots of painting.  Rewatching TFA, TLJ, and Solo and painting.
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Ok, wow, originally intended to have this up by May the 4th
.but like I mentioned some posts ago, bantha poodoo happens. (Caps is the same :( )
It’s finally, finally time for my TROS trailer reaction, thoughts, and a few theories! (I don’t know about you, but I’m still not over how good it is. Say what you will, Star Wars has the best trailers.)
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Breathing is very important to the sequel trilogy. (I would say that Rey that is totally going to be ahead of the game for Lamaze class if we get a sequel-sequel trilogy/book/comic baby some galaxy far far away day.)
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I’ve wondered if the movie will take the time to explain how the Skywalker lightsaber has been repaired? My feeling is, sorta like ROTJ, it’ll just be there like Luke’s green lightsaber. So, you’ll either have to make up your own head canon OR we’ll eventually get books and comics for the time gap between TLJ and TROS that will explain exactly what Rey did. Since she’s a scavenger, and mechanically inclined around junk, my feeling right now is, it’s possible she might have gone on a journey for a new kyber crystal and she’s repurposed the hilt. Which I think could be symbolically interesting
.almost saying she’s “her own person (crystal)” on the inside now, but externally carrying on the outward mantle of her teacher/master Luke.
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Which leads me to: by now, you’ve probably heard the theory that the last name “Skywalker” might transform to a term for the henceforth new Jedi. Personally, I am a fan of this theory. I think it would be useful for keeping the Star Wars eras straight when referencing any potential future Star Wars films/books/comics. For example, instead of saying “post-Skywalker trilogies,” one could say this-or-that takes place during the Jedi era or the new Skywalker era, etc (as well as, hopefully, the Knights of the Old Republic era someday soon).
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AND, if Rey dubs herself (and perhaps any future students she has) a Skywalker
.then, well, oddly enough, it would fulfill the whole Rey is a Skywalker discussion in the most interesting way possible. (While also keeping the plot open for her to choose whomever *coughcough* Ben Solo *coughcough* she would like to romantically be with someday.) It could potentially mean anyone could be a Skywalker. I’m a Skywalker. You’re a Skywalker. We’re Skywalker. Sign me up.
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Luke is everybody’s spiritual father. (And I guess Vader is everybody’s grandfather??)
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And, on a kinda odd note, being a Caravan-of-Courage-baby and a long-time SW fan, thinking of the name Skywalker, does anyone else think it sounds like a talent? Or is my brain just connecting Moonwalking with Skywalking? I guess, technically, Rey isn’t Skywalking here, right? It’s more like Skyjumping? Skyflipping? Maybe she’s really a Skyflipper. Part dolphin.
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But I slightly digress, back to the trailer.
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When this scene hit, I initially thought, from a distance, the TIE was a TIE bomber. Haha, silly me. 
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I have fond memories of the TIE bomber toys Revan/Devan had as a kid.
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Yay, Lawrence of Arabia will be returning to theaters Sept. 1st and 4th, presented by TCM! I did a middle school history report over Lawrence. Mostly because I wanted to learn about desert warfare so I could write better Star Wars fan fiction. It’s all about Star Wars, people. It always has been.
Now, that’s what I call TIE racing!
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Sweet butter tacos, by now I have paused these scenes over and over trying to decide if this is Kylo Ren and/or if the scenes match or they’ve been sliced much like the TLJ trailer. 
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HAHA. You trailer editor people are so good. You did it just enough to make me crazy until December. THANKS.
But, I guess it’s safe to say, in this sequel trilogy, when the camera zooms to black gloves, it’s probably Kylo.
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Gee, these two just can’t flirt normally. It’s like they thought, “Oh what can we do on our date that hasn’t been done before?” “Oh, I know, let’s play chicken with the TIE Fighter!”
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No, in all seriousness, as it’s been said before many times now, this would be a really strange way to try to take Rey out

Wouldn’t Kylo be a man and just face her? He hasn’t been afraid to face people before.
And, I don’t know
some people I know are hoping that they are working together somehow, which I hope they are, don’t get me wrong,
but at the moment, I just can’t think of why Rey would need to jump on a TIE Fighter/Kylo’s TIE. (Mind out of the gutter!) I mean, if they are working together, practicing even, for some Force trick/feat that needs doing to destroy or infiltrate something, it looks like she could have climbed on the TIE before it took off?
I mean the Interwebs might tell you that she needs to practice her jumping so she can have the high ground later, but I still don’t know.
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It could be a dream/vision. Simple enough.
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It could be that ForceTime is acting really weird?
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Did we really understand or have all the rules of ForceTime in TLJ? Could it be if ForceTime connects and Rey and Kylo hold-on to another they can pull each other to a different location? So for instance, if Rey jumps on the TIE she could be transported to where Kylo is?
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That would mean there was a reason Luke told them to stop. Did he know either Kylo would be pulled to Ahch-To in the flesh or Rey would end up at the First Order (before she totally left in the Falcon for the First Order)?
Dunno. That could be getting too “beam-me-up-Scotty” or too “magical” for SW. We’ll see. I’m open to most things so long as they’re done well.
Alternatively, because Caps and I have also been reading SW comics for a few years now, I think it’s also possible that Kylo could be possessed here. 
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As in, someone:
Like monkey-hands here, or whomever monkey-hands works for (Palps, Hux, The Resistance, KOR), took Kylo’s helmet and added Sith-y stuff to it.
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I want to lean towards the idea of an enemy/frenemy of Kylo’s changing his helmet. I thought it was a little unusual that Kylo would go back to wearing the helmet after smashing it. I mean, character-wise, I figured it would remind him of Snoke’s taunts. It seemed like a step backward. Like going back to a security blanket after you’ve gotten over needing it. Dunno, are they going to capture him and force him to wear it? Making him Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs to get him out of the way?
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BUT, there again, I guess, I could stretch my imagination and believe that Kylo, might, might, go back to wearing his helmet on his own, if he thought there was some power or knowledge to be gained. And, either, earnestly, he did it to himself or it was a TRAP!
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And possibly, in this scene, possessed Kylo is about to crash wherever Rey is, but she saves him by cutting open the hatch, etc? 
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(She’s learned to lift rocks, but could she stop a TIE via the Force and climb in and save someone? Maybe, but it, arguably, wouldn’t look as cool or dramatic). And if that were the case, Kylo would be in some serious debt to Rey for saving his life. Girl already spared him once. Twice, if you count she didn’t run him through on Starkiller Base.
Anyways, back to reviewing the trailer chronologically.
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Somehow this reminds me of the Lost City of Atlantis. Was there a city on Bespin below Cloud City? According to Wookiepedia Bespin is a cloudy place. Sooo, could be Lando’s entrance in the movie, possibly.
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Did I read somewhere that Kylo is tackling a Knight of Ren here? (Double checked and yes.) That’s interesting. I could come up lots of out-of-the-hat-theories as to why. KOR turns against him. Kylo turns against KOR. KOR Civil War? KOR Battle Royale where the survivor of the Hunger Games gets to be Master?
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But what’s really interesting, is the fact that Kylo doesn’t slice the guy in two pieces with the lightsaber.
And that, to me, also spawns some theories. Is the tackle just a cinematic scene to show Kylo’s strength? Maybe Disney doesn’t want to go “Darth Maul-ing” people in two pieces? Kylo, for some reason, isn’t killing people on this particular day or any more at all? Or Kylo’s in a super rush and is more focused on getting a certain location in a hurry and whatever, guy was in the way? It made me concerned, mmm, can’t Kylo use the Force in this scene? He isn’t Force Pushing or Freezing the guy?
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This week on “This Old Helmet,” Norm and guys add detailing to a once dilapidated helmet. Yup, it was a real fixer-upper. If Mr. Monkey doesn’t work for some VIP, he’s a really strange janitor.
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Ok, Finn and Poe are going to, canon, start a boy band in TROS, right? This is a scene from their KPOP-ish music video, right? “‘Cause I want it that way
” If they don’t dance, so help me Star Wars...I’ll make them in a fanvid.
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To be honest, I’m not sure if I like D/O yet. The jury is still out for me. Mostly because I thought some of the other concept designs were much cuter. Although, I can’t wait to see the Droid Builders tackle this one. I’m still stuck on a mouse droid.
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Aww, yeah, welcome back Lando! Mr. Smoothie! (I wish he’d been apart of TFA and TLJ, but better late than never.) I know, I know the ship should be Chewie’s now, but I secretly hope that Lando is able to donate money to restore the Falcon, like an old classic car. *coughcough* Reylo Wedding Gift *coughcough*
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Hmm, moisture farm or temple? Guess we’ll see. I’m loving that the troops possibly have jetpacks and/or sand-speeders?
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Dunno, after the whole Rambo C3P0 poster, I’m wondering if someone’s after C3P0 here? BB and R2 have had their “find-that-droid” day, maybe it’s C3P0’s turn?
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Aww, the medal. Sweet medal. 
I can give you some out-of-the-hat ideas about this, too. Maybe this is Han’s. Maybe it’s in Leia’s collection of memories and she takes it out for nostalgia, to feel close to Han in spirit, or for the anniversary of his death. Maybe she’s decided to give it to someone else? Or, worst-case scenario, the Resistance needs gold and this is all they got left?
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Or, this is Luke’s? And ditto on everything. Maybe Luke left it behind before he left for Ahch-To? Maybe he gave it back to Leia? Or maybe Leia and company find more of Luke’s belongings elsewhere? Maybe Luke was using it as a bookmark in one of the Jedi Texts?
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Goodness. When the trailer hit Celebration, this scene filled my heart with the greatest bittersweet joy. 
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I’m really glad that the extra/reworked footage of Carrie as Leia looks good. That it will uphold her legacy. It’s been on my mind ever since her passing.
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In fact, I was so caught up in being happy that the footage looks great, at first, I didn’t stop to think why Leia and Rey are hugging?
And, at first, I was so vicariously being Rey while watching the trailer, hugging Leia with my own emotional fan tear, that I didn’t consider why is Rey crying?
Well, theory-wise it could be a number of things. Rey and Leia have really bonded, and maybe Rey’s about to go on a dangerous mission? Or the Resistance has had a major setback?
But, I think one of the biggest, most emotional, thing both Rey and Leia have in common is:
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Yup. Benny Boy.
And, this thought/feeling opens up a whole new can.
Um, have they heard something about Kylo/Ben that’s upsetting? And, if so, would this scene take place early or late in the film? I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors that Kylo/Ben might not be making it out of this one entirely. Dunno, to me, it almost feels like Rey’s upset that she’s failed at something. I guess, especially, because it’s extra/reworked footage of the reaction to Han’s death.
Again, with the band! It’s like a 90s Alternation Rock cover!
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My question is: What is in Rey’s hand? Is it a bag? What’s in the bag? Is she carrying the Jedi text or some other special item? Is it a device? What sort of device?
Have they all been camping? ‘Cause Finn and Poe have bags, too. Do they got thermal detonators in there?
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I’m assuming, since they look more angry/focused than shocked, that their on some sort of mission to find this broken piece of Death Star II? That their purpose is to go inside? Or destroy the rest of it? Either way, if I learned anything from Wind Waker, it doesn’t look like a good day for sailing towards it.
Now, in the split second when Luke says “no one’s ever really gone” again
I wanted to believe we were going to get a Force Ghost reveal. Or that possibly, the-Force-killed-Luke was just social media red herring.
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I never dreamed that laugh
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Chilled me to the bone.
The biggest “oh Sh*$” moment of my movie trailer watching life.
 Ooo the possibilities. More thoughts on Emperor Palps’ return later.
Until then my Reylos and Star Wars friends, May The Force Be With You!
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hyungwon-remade · 6 years ago
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my ateez hi touch experience !!!
so a lil intro gkdjg basically what happened is vip ppl stayed in the concert hall n then after some waiting they took us through this side door n into some hallway and i thought we were gonna go and stand in line and wait for our turn or smth but we literally walked through the door n turned around a corner n they were RIGHT there n i was like bouncing bc i was so excited n nervous and i went around the corner looking like an idiot n first thing i see is jongho like In My Face and i started freaking out it was so scary kgjsdgj also disclaimer the descriptions for each member arent equally long bc the staff rushed me on a few members + i was too shocked to do anything sometimes i promise im trying not 2 sound biased (except 4 the one abt san. tht one is probably biased but i cant help it im in love and i talk a lot when its abt him.) i love them all i swear gkjdsgd
jongho: like i said he was first and idk how 2 describe him he looks so much? bigger? irl like taller n more broad than id expected HDJDJ but really handsome n i noticed immediately his skin looks really soft and he has v round cheeks hes. cute. i was really dazed so i forgot what i wanted to say to him which was compliment his vocals n i only used one hand i did that for all of them bc im dumb n didnt think hdkddj when i held his hand he went hi thank you! so i just said thank you i love you bdkdjjdk :( i FAILED i was gonna be cool and call him a vocal god but i got all shy .. but its okay at least he knows i love him
yeosang: first of all he looked so soft and adorable all night n kept doing cute things during the performances and i love him so much gkdfokh anyways hes so beautiful up close LITERALLY an angel and he had the sweetest shy smile and i still couldnt think properly so i just held his hand n said i love you so much bcjdkkd i cant remember if he said anything back or not i might not have heard it if he did kgsdjg i actually wanted to tell him that i think hes really amazing and precious but i rly couldnt get any words out other than i love you ksdjgs and i didnt have any time w him at all im sad bc hes one of my favs but hes th one i remember the least from the hi touch i feel like i didnt get to look at him at all :(
mingi: hes SO large but not intimidating at all like i didnt realize he had been towering over me until i moved on to wooyoung who was so much smaller kgjdsg anyway mingis so so warm and smiley and at this point my brain finally started working a bit again and like i swear as soon as u see mingi n his huge smile u just wanna give him the world and tell him hes the best person in the universe like theres smth abt him that just makes u want to give him so much love as soon as u see him so i said “youre so amazing i love you !!!!!!” n he smiled so big at me and said thank u i love u! also his hand was huge n i held it w my tiny hand fhdjkdj
wooyoung: idk if its just bc he was standing right next to mingi but he looks kinda small irl HDJDJDK obviously still taller than me but he looked tinier than i expected. and so beautiful aaaa i really had no idea what to say to him n i was nervous but i said thank you i love you :( it went so fast the security rushed me on quickly so i didnt get a lot of time w him and i feel bad djdkdjdk
seonghwa: godddd LITERALLY the prettiest person ive EVER seen you cant even imagine how gorgeous he is irl and the second he saw me he smiled really bright and was like “my princess!!!!” bc i was wearing my tiara n like my brain shut down it rly caught me off guard BDJDBDJ this is like my clearest memory from the whole concert i can still hear his voice in my head how he said it n his smile ggjdksgjo i was rly flustered ANYWAYS.. i was like stunned but then i was like yes thats me!!! DFFHDF??? and while security were telling me to move on i quickly said “i love u ur my prince!!” n he like held onto my hand a lil longer n was looking back at me while i was saying it even tho i was being rushed away gsdgsdk
san: okskskhmdff the love of my life literally i.....i stared at him for a sec when it was his turn like what the fuck thats the love of my life right in front of me ????? like what am i supposed to DO... and not to be het but hes literally soooooooo beautiful hdkdhddj his facial features look a lot more defined? irl.. idk how 2 say but he looks softer in pics and hes just sooooo handsome jdoddjdkdn its crazy and he smiled rly cutely at me when i came up to him n he held my hand skgjd n like FINALLY my brain was working again so from here on i started actually speaking korean to them like i WANTED to gdgkds i managed to say like half of what id planned to say i literally went autopilot i said it like w/o stuttering and i dont even know how bfkdh and he went like :O and leaned super close to me to hear what i was saying UDHDJDJCCJXJ i said “thank u so much for making me happy!!!” and n his eyes were sparkling n so loving when he realized what i said and he put his hand on his heart and said thank you and bowed at me (nearly headbutting me in the process bc he was so close jgsdgks) n seemed rly happy n touched like genuinely and then i was being rushed on by the staff so i quickly yelled i love you!! n he was like i love you too! dkdofkh i love him so much n he loves me back wow...what a time.. i miss him gksdogkg his hand was so soft and warm đŸ„șđŸ„ș
yunho: didnt get much time w him either i think the staff had their eyes on me bc id lingered at both seonghwa AND san (accidentally i SWEAR i didnt realize i was getting more time w them bc the staff didnt notice i was still there kjgsdg) i wanted to sing happy birthday 2 him but i completely forgot everything n it was going so fast :( so i panicked and i yelled happy birthday i love you !!! rly awkward and he looked SO happy but he clowned my yelling at him n said thank you back in a similar tone as i did KGJSDG he is sosososo cute irl literally just a big teddy bear i wanted to hug him so bad and he has the most sparkly loving eyes i swear also i think he was really happy to spend his birthday with us and im so happy i got to tell him happy birthday in person i feel super lucky :(
hongjoong: okay so like most precious person in my life.. he was last which made me emo bc it felt like he was like the one saying goodbye to me fhdjdh so i was abt to cry and he rly looked at me like i was the most important person in the world gjsdogk like its true what everyone said abt that seriously he loves atinys so much uhghhgh ... n he held my hand as soon as i came up to him (lol the staff said no hand holding n hongjoong said fuck your rules bitch) and he looked rly surprised when i started speaking korean his whole face went :O kjsdkg i asked him if we can be best friends bc ive always been calling him my best friend n i need 2 make sure we r on the same page u know? and he nodded n was like yes!! yes!! n he held onto my hand a lil while i was walking away :( im officially hongjoongs best friend u guys he said it himself...
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b-afterhours · 6 years ago
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Avenue Of Sins (part three)
summary: a story of two misfit kids from mid-west america making it big in the big apple. and in the true sense of the american dream they find themselves in a life of sex, money, drugs, and a little rock n roll too.
warnings: adult content, mature readers only.
if you’re seeing this for the first time you can read part one here and if you need to catch up on previous chapters go here.
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In the dark and damp alleyway behind Trigger Finger XXX Bill and Alma were passing a cigarette back and forth while they watched a few of the security staff beat the hell out of a rude, handsy customer. Even Bundy stood by checking out the action and keeping watch. When Bill was made aware of the man's antics in the private room it only took the snap of his fingers to have him immediately dragged out like a literal sack of garbage. Poor chump never had a chance. With each kick to the man's gut, Alma would wince inching closer to Bill’s side. She didn’t feel bad for the guy in the slightest but when his nose started to run red it was almost as if she could feel it. Bill put his arm around her, rubbing her shoulder in comfort.
“Get Kansas for me, will you?” He whispered in her ear. “You don’t have to come back after if you don’t want to.”
She didn’t budge at his suggestion, instead, she looked up at him with a doubtful stare. Bill shook his head, huffing loudly as he reached for his Glock 45 to remove the clip full of hollow points from it.
“You think I would,” he asked passing it off to her.
“I only know that I would,” she said tucking the clip away in her leather jacket. “And the bullet in the chamber,” she held her palm out.
Bill rolled his eyes in resignation, pulling back the slide lock and handing over his last and only bullet before kissing the top of her head sending her off to retrieve Kansas inside. When Alma found her in the locker room, Cooch was gathering her red hair – that was previously french braided – into a ponytail to give her some air while she sobbed into her hands. Girls crying in the locker room was always a strange sight to see as it was juxtaposed with half-naked indifferent dancers in the foreground. From what Alma had gathered through the commotion, the client getting beaten wasn’t only being unnecessarily harsh but he was calling her all sorts of ugly names to get his rocks off which sent Kansas running out the private rooms and straight to Bill arms in his VIP booth.
“You gonna be alright Kansas?” Alma said leaning on the door frame.
Still unable to speak Cooch spoke for her. “Oh, she’s got the whole night to relax now. She’ll be back to workin’ ordah in no time!”
“Kansas
 Marcy,” Alma said softly, finally gaining her attention, “Bill wants you out back.”
“Oh no
 I don’t want to see that guy again,” she shook her head.
“It’s gonna be alright. Bill’s gotta handle on him, come,” she motioned.
Though apprehensive, Kansas held on to Alma’s hand as she followed her out to the back alley where Bill had joined in on the man’s beating, cheerfully being egged on by the other men.
Alma cleared her throat loudly, “Bill.”
Before he could connect a knockout blow to the man's face with his boot he righted himself, smoothing his hair back when he heard his name fall from her lips. And just like that with another snap of his fingers the security quickly peeled the man’s beaten body off the pavement. He couldn’t even stand well on his own having to resort to leaning on the men who had made him that way.
“Kansas, darling, come here,” Bill motioned. “You deserve an apology.”
She was reluctant for a moment until Alma lightly nudged her towards him. He took her face in his hand and with the pads of his thumbs wiped away the last of the lingering tears on her round cheeks. Turning around he grabbed the man by his short dark curly hair, jerking his head back, so that he was looking at Kansas through the blurry vision of his right eye since the other was swollen shut.
“Go on,” he prompted.
“I
 I’m sorry,” the man choked from his bloody mouth.
“Huh? A little louder?” Bill said yanking the man’s hair harder.
“Ahh,” he winced. “I said I’m sorry! I’m sorry. Please! I’m sorry!”
“Get him the fuck outta here,” he barked at the security, thrusting the poor bastards head out of his grips. “You’ll be even sorrier if I see your ass here again,” he said spitting at him as he limped away leaving his dignity there in the alleyway. “You’re okay now,” he said softly, turning his attention back to Kansas. “I promised you and all the girls protection and I’m sorry that didn’t happen tonight,” he reached for his chain-linked wallet in his back pocket, taking out crisp hundred dollar bills from it. “Here. For a days work plus some. Rest up, we need you this weekend.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said appreciatively, hugging him like a child would a father. 

The mood the rest of that evening at Trigger Finger felt off. Alma couldn’t point her finger on to why that was exactly but luckily it was too busy of a night for her to dwell on it. Bringing rowdy men who crossed boundaries with the girls to the back alleyway wasn’t a new occurrence, it happened maybe twice a month or so. Once it happened a total of six times which prompted Bill to up his security staff. At first, he didn’t want to pay for it but Alma was so upset by it all that he did so. Which he was glad for later when the flow of clients became frequent and steady and his goons presence kept everyone relatively in check.
“Hey! Echo!” She heard clear across the other end the bar while she popped beer caps off for an ordered bucket.
“Here, I got the rest,” Raven came swooping in, taking over. “It’s Ben,” she said harshly under her breath before Alma could tell her that she had a handle on her task.
Upon hearing who was calling her, Alma quickly made her way over effortlessly weaving between the busy bar back boys. Ben was a big baller in the club, someone worth their time to keep happy.
“Sorry,” she quickly apologized. “Does your table need more drinks already? I’ll bring over some more-”
“Everything’s all good,” he assured with a low chuckle. He was a handsome man had a clean look and wore sharp suits, someone you’d expect to see at a more high-class gentleman’s club. He worked on Wall Street which is maybe why he frequented Trigger Finger feeling he wouldn’t be recognized. However, he often brought his closest colleagues for drinks and a show, even picking up whole 500 plus dollar tabs. Alma could tell it wasn’t out of generosity but to show off, definitely. “Just wanted to give you a personal tip,” he said sliding two, hundred dollar bills across the bar top.
“This isn’t for...” she inquired, tapping her nose with her finger.
“No it’s for you,” he smirked. “I’m retiring early tonight.”
“Already?” She tucked the tip away in her black lace bra.
“Yeah
 thought Kansas would be here? She’s a real hoot.”
“Aw yeah. She’s out sick...” she lied. “I’ll let her know she was missed though.”
“Perfect,” he smiled. “Will I see you next time?”
“Of course. Where else would I be?” She winked.
There was a short lull in customers since the girls had hustled with getting their drinks out quickly. Alma took the opportunity for a break and waved at the girls to follow her to the stock room. Praline and Queenie hopped atop an empty keg, sharing the little space to sit.
“Oh fuck me, I need a pick me up,” Raven sighed leaning against a stack of boxed club soda bottles.
They all waited patiently yet eagerly as Alma presented a little pink baggy of coke for the girls to pass around, letting them take a bump before herself.
“Also,” she said reaching into her bra to show them the tip she was given. “Benny Boy tipped you girls pretty big tonight,” she said passing it along to Praline who kept track of tips to split amongst them. Alma never took tips, it just didn’t feel right to her when Praline and Raven were college students and Queenie had sickly parents to take care of. She was more stable financially, she didn’t have worries or responsibilities like they did, hell even Bill took care of rent and bills. Docking herself from tips wasn’t hurting her in the slightest.
After taking their respective share of coke, Raven and Queenie headed out first to check on things at the bar while Praline lingered waiting as Alma snorted her share.
“I heard Ben ask about Kansas...”
“Yeah,” she said wiping her nose clean.
“Yeah...” she said shifting her eyes as if something was bothering her.
“Something wrong,” Alma asked finding her demeanor off-putting.
“You know the guy you all took out back?”
“Mhmm,” she nodded.
 “Well
 he’s a cousin of the Russo’s.”
Alma’s jaw dropped at the same time her stomach did. “The Russo’s? You sure?”
“I’m sure,” Praline nodded. “Look, you shouldn’t be alarmed-”
“What do you mean, shouldn’t be alarmed? The Russo Brother’s and Bill have a deal to not cross paths, what the fuck was he doing here Praline!? Why didn’t you say anything before he got his ass beat in our alleyway?”
“Shit, sorry! It’s cause the Russo Brother’s don’t like him either! He’s banned from their club, no wonder he came crawling to our turf.”
“H-how do you know this?”
“I’m not double-crossing you or Bill so don’t get me wrong, now,” she put her hands up defensively. “But a girl in my building that I’ve smoked with a few times dances at the Russo’s club. She had a thing with him, his name is Craig. I don’t have much to say other than he’s just a scumbag, I woulda said something if I saw him come in but-”
“Well fuck,” Alma said rubbing the back of her neck. “You know even if the Russo Brothers hate him too. He’s still family, Italians are hardcore about that
” she sighed thinking for a moment. “I have to tell Bill...”
“Th-that's why I told you. I’m too scared to tell him myself.”
“You know Bill isn’t mean like that,” Alma said quickly coming to his defense.
“I know... but sometimes I’m never sure with him.”
Alma couldn’t blame her for that. Bill was a daunting man, who wanted things his way and was someone who needed control. Things had been going smoothly lately and admittedly even Alma would keep things from him if it was something she could get done herself as to not bother him. But not knowing where the situation with Craig – the shithead Russo Cousin – could go, she had to tell him. It could be that it was no big deal but she didn’t want to risk something much bigger springing up and it being all her fault for not jumping on it.  

Busting through the doors of the stock room, Alma cleared across the club advancing towards Bill who was sitting VIP behind the stage and just below the DJ booth. She had almost made it without being badgered by any customers until she passed by Ben’s once full table. He was alone now, reclaiming the broad-shouldered tweed suit jacket he accidentally left behind when he first initially left.
“You know what they say, ‘you can check out but you can’t ever leave’,” she joked with him in passing but he caught hold of her wrist, pulling her back.
“Glad I bumped into you again,” he said taking a tight grip on her hips. “I was wondering if you have any plans later?”
“Um, I do...” she bit her lip. She didn’t necessarily have plans but she needed to get things straight with Bill before she could think about taking him in the men's bathroom and fuck his brains out. But he was a charming devil, it had been a while since she found a man so enticing, it pained her to even pass him up.
“So. Next time then?”
“You know where to find me.”
“Of course, Echo,” he said patting her bum.
Bill had his arms slung over the booth ignoring Violet who was sensually whispering god knows what in his ear. He had a smug smirk on his face as Alma finally approached. Shooing Violet away, he put out a helping for Alma to slide in her space right next to him and by the amused look on his face, she knew he saw her little interaction with Ben.
“On to Ben I see,” he chuckled.
“More like the other way around,” she rolled her eyes.
“Well shit, I know I’d be on him, he’s a good-looking guy,” he said passing a beer to her.
“Anyway,” she said after taking a sip, disregarding his comment. “I’m not here to talk about Ben.” Quickly, she relayed everything that Praline had told her while he listened the best he could over the loud music. He sat there swirling his bourbon around in his glass in thought. He had a straight face on but Alma had caught the glimmer of worry in his eyes before he could kill it dead, maintaining his poker face. “So
 what should we do?”
Bill tipped his drink back, gulping it down. “Nothing,” he shrugged.
“What? But he’s related-”
“To the fucking Russo’s, I heard. But what’s done is done. All we can do is wait, if something comes up then we’ll take it from there.”
Alma sighed, shaking her head, “I gotta get back to the bar.”
“Don’t!”
“Don’t what?!”
“You’ve been acting weird all week, you know that? I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it...”
“I already told you, I’m fine,” she said meeting his unconvinced, steely stare. “I’m fine,” she whined.
“Sure, then go help your bar girls, they look like they have too good of a handle on things over there,” he rolled his eyes, pulling a cigarette from his pack.
Despite initially wanting to avoid argument Alma reluctantly slid of the booth wanting to chuck a retort back at him for being dismissive but she bit her tongue. She stomped in her heels back to the bar knowing their little argument was far from over. ...
During after hours the both of them were saving face in front of Cooch and Theo. They had agreed a long time ago to keep personal squabbles between them private. Still, Cooch and Theo could feel the funk between them. Especially as they noticed Bill becoming increasingly annoyed with Alma’s stubborn silence as she counted money, unamused and irritated by everyone’s jokes and quips. They left fiercely wanting to leave the tense space of the loft in fear of being caught in their crosshairs. Bill and Alma left just as fast. The car ride home was painstakingly rigid. Alma had her eyes fixed out her window chainsmoking away during their awkwardly silent car ride. Still, Bill didn’t peep a word at her until they were inside their apartment where he slammed the door behind him.
“Okay, what’s the fucking deal, Alma?”
“Nothing? I’m tired,” she said detached and indignant to the anger behind his voice. Though instead of going to her room to ignore him further she fell on to the sofa, lighting another cigarette. She secretly wanted this argument. His carelessness was getting on her last nerve. She wanted a screaming match but when he sighed her name, softening his features she knew she was never going to get it. He was weak for her.
“I hate when you’re upset with me. Just, what do you want me to do? Please...” he pleaded.
She took a long drag of her cig, crossing her knees. “I just think you’re not taking the Russo cousin thing seriously, Bill. They’re big in the game and they can stomp this whole business out.” 
“Christ,” he said running a hand through his hair. “We’re not some piddly fucking club anymore, you see the numbers?” 
“That’s not the point I’m trying to make. I’m saying at the end of the day we’re just some country bumpkin kids to them. That club’s been in the Russo family since it was a speakeasy during prohibition and we just literally kicked the ass of Cousin Craig Russo on our turf.” 
“Praline said he’s banned from their club? What if we were doing them a favor? Have you thought about that?”
“I don’t know, Bill. Maybe.”
“Does it always have to be doom and gloom with you? You’ve been that way since we were fucking kids!” Now, he was giving her the argument she wanted.
“Well then, FUCK IT?!” She yelled. It was a rarity when she yelled at him – at least not seriously. She was at her wits end after everything that had happened that day. “I wasn’t trying to underestimate our work or you? We have a good business but I don’t want your fucking head blown off in front of me when shit hits the fan over a dumbass!” She dropped her cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table as she got to her feet, and stomped to her room to be alone and away from him.
“No, wait! Shit,” he muttered going after her down the hallway. “I’m sorry. Okay, I get it.” He put either hand flat against the wall essentially trapping her between his arms.
“Do you Bill?” She looked up at him, feeling small with how he had her. “The numbers we’re making... we’re right behind their tail, we can’t cross them when we’re almost on top.” 
“You’re right. What can I do? You know I can’t just show up to their club and say, ‘sorry for kicking your cousin's ass. All good right?’” 
“Fine,” she sighed, rubbing at her tired eyes. “You’re right, okay. We’ll just see how it plays out then.” 
Bill nodded. “What can I do to ease that head of yours,” he asked, his fingers now weaving through her black hair.
Alma thought for a moment. “I want my own security.” 
He pulled back, his brows knitting together surprised by her request. “Well okay...,” he said placing his hand on his hips. “I’ll assign Paul to you.” 
“I want Rashad and Frank. It won’t be as noticeable since their post is already by the bar.” 
“You’ve thought about this?” With narrowed eyes, he cocked his head to the side. He felt hurt, thinking that he was all Alma needed for protection but to what she implied he apparently wasn’t enough. He set his feelings aside but not being able to shake the sting completely he looked for a chance to gain control on the situation. “Not Frank. I don’t like how he looks at you, it’s fucking creepy even by my standards. I’ll have Theo switch Frank’s area with Paul’s and have him inform them to just watch you well, no details. I don’t need anyone knowing shit.”
“Between me and you,” she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. ...
That night they slept in their respective beds giving each other space they much needed. It was nothing personal. Living and working with the same person every day of the week late into the night could drive anyone crazy if they weren’t too careful.
At some point early in the morning, Alma was stirred by a shift in the mattress and her legs slowly being pulled apart. With bleary eyes, she looked down finding Bill between them kissing her panty clad pussy tenderly.
“Good morning,” he said softly, with a sweet smile.
“Mhmm,” she hummed, petting his soft brown hair.
He peppered light kisses on her thigh as he ran his hands to her bottom, pulling her panties down to her knees all while pushing her thighs back on her belly in one fell swoop and diving his head between her legs. Her body eased upon feeling his tongue lap her folds before hitting her sweet spot making her toss her head back. He always knew exactly what to do to make her feel good and this morning was no different. He had her coming on his tongue in no time, never letting up as she writhed and bucked her hips in his face. Just seeing his pretty face buried between her legs was in its self enough to get her off.
“Glad to see my heads not blown off,” he asked crawling on top of her now.
“For now,” she joked.  
“I’m sorry about what I said last night.”
“I thought we were over that?”
“I just hate fighting with you. You’re on my side.”
“As long as you know that I am.”
She leaned up to peck his lips briefly but he held her face deepening into a passionate kiss. It was the type of kiss that made her heart pound against her chest reminding her of the girlhood feelings she had for him. They kissed each other breathless, butterflies fluttering in both their bellies. He leaned back enough to pull off his Slayer tee shirt while she kicked her panties off all the way in a haste. Their eyes were locked with one another when he plunged into her with ease. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting him closer as he thrust long and slow. It wasn’t the rough fucking they typically enjoyed. It was loving and wanting and caring. And to Alma that only meant another dry streak was about to begin as soon as they finished.
Her feelings for him had changed that was sure. She wanted him to herself but she feared it could never be that way. Most of all she feared messing everything up if she asked for his exclusivity. She had always thought about being his since they were teens but couldn’t even imagine it could be a possibility until he kissed her the last night they hung out in Missouri. When she saw him again, she thought the same until he made a move on her that throttled them from being friends to a borderline relationship. Both of those instances were completely initiated by him which drove her crazy with thinking that there must be something in him that wanted her that way too.
The bed frame was squeaking while he rolled his hips in hers at a faster pace knowing she was close. She audibly urged him to go deeper which prompted him to lean back, pushing a leg up to get her at that perfect angle for her to feel all of him. Her nails dug until the back of his flexed arm as she let go, crying out at the intensity of it all. He pumped a few more times before collapsing on top of her succumbing to his own powerful climax. They laid there connected trying to gain their composure as they held each other.
“I love you,” Bill said.
It was so quiet, that even with his head at the crook of her neck Alma almost didn’t quite catch it. It caught her by surprise. Sure he’d say the friendly, ‘love ya’ but he’d never said those three words to her in that way. Never in that way. But without a second thought, she clearly responded.
“I love you, too.”
PART FOUR 
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CHAPTER 9 (Long Chapter)
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CODY
Once I got to the club I went right in and to the VIP section where I saw my bestfriend Rick dapping him and I saw the section was full of woman so I didn’t know which one I was to babysit while he got the draws.
“I was worried that you wasn’t going to show up”
“I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that man you my dog so where is she and how ugly is she and how long do I need to watch her for you to get in her sisters panties”
“Damn man don’t say it like that but here they came now and long enough for me to signal you the thumbs up when I’m leaving with her and you can just hang out with her sister and maybe drive her home or send her a Uber or Lyft I don’t care just know that your job will be done
 hey yall back from the bathroom this is my friend Cody
 Cody this is Char and this is her sister Tina”
“Wow he is going looking I thought you was going to hook me up with someone ugly”
“I don’t have ugly friends”
 “If you don’t have one then you are the one” everyone laughed but Rick.
“Whatever yall want a drink?”
“Yea anything but whiskey I hate it makes me sick”
“You?”
“Vodka and OJ please”
“be right back”
“So Cody tell me about Rick what kind of guy is he?”
“He’s a good guy loyal we been friends since middle school so I trust him with my life”
“Good to know, really good to know” we hung out and talked and the girls danced we was here for about 3 hours when I saw Rick walking off with Char and she waved her sister bye and he gave me the thumbs up and I nodded to him.
“You wouldn’t have a problem with driving me home do you?”
“No not at all” she smiled and down the rest of her drink and her sisters drink the whole night she danced on me even tried to kiss me a few times but her lips didn’t connect she was getting drunk off her ass right now.
“WHOA there you almost fell come on let’s get you home where do you live”
“In the bottom of the barrel ha bet you didn’t think I was going to say that”
“Nope do you have to puke?”
“Nope”
“I don’t want you throwing up in my car”
“I’m not drunk I’m good I live off of 10th street near regency park dr”
“Okay I know where that is come baby let’s go”
“Awww you called me baby I think I love you too baby” giggling as we left the club and got into the car we was off I checked her purse and she gave me the right address and I also noticed she was just 20 not 21 she shouldn’t have been drinking. We rode to her house I would like to say in silence but nope she sang every song on the radio off beat and loud all I could do was laugh at her as we pulled up to her house.
“We’re here”
“I don’t wanna get out just yet I wanna do something for you first” she said as she kissed my neck and grabbed my dick.
“You don’t have too really”
“No I want to please don’t deny me this please” I just looked at her as she grabbed my dick again. What the fuck am I doing?
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 TINA
 I was still a virgin and I think he was too. I'd never even seen a guy's dick live, up close.
Excited, extremely curious and wanting to see what it looked like, I tried to open his jeans to pull it out. It was impossible in the cramped front seat of his car though, so he kindly (What a gentleman!) and eagerly slid his seat back, lifted his hips up off the seat, opened his belt, and shoved his pants and underpants down.
It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Though I had no way of judging relative to other guys, it was big, hard, and had a huge head that was leaking something. I had heard enough to know that it wasn't anything bad, so I just leaned over and licked it. It was thin, watery and just a little slimy, and salty -- and I enjoyed its taste.
The next thing I knew I was slurping up and down his wonderful dick, enjoying the feel of it in my mouth and the sounds of his moans. He was thrusting a little. I instinctively knew that it wouldn't be good to have my teeth scratch his skin, so it just seemed natural to keep my lips securely over my teeth and to keep the lips and his dick well lubricated with saliva.
I had no idea how it was going to shoot out, but I just knew I wanted to see it and to taste it. Though I was always getting asked out because of my boobs, I had actually gone on a few dates and I had felt a few dicks, but never actually looked at one closely. Yet, here I was kneeling on this guy's front seat with my head in his crotch, sucking for all I was worth on his beautiful dick.
From the sounds he was making I knew he was about to have an orgasm. I was frightened, but very excited, and conflicted about wanting to watch it shoot and wanting to taste it. Suddenly, he solved my dilemma by jerking a little too much and as his first shot spewed out he slipped from my mouth. It shot almost a foot in the air, straight up, and landed right down on my hand holding his dick. At that moment I came. Hard.
He wasn't even touching me (well, he did have one hand on my shoulder), but I had the largest orgasm I'd ever had since I began masturbating a few years earlier. (Look, ma, no hands!) It amazed me: there was so much happening. He was shooting, moaning, thrusting. I thought I was going to pass out from my large orgasm that occurred just by watching his dick shoot cum.
I leaned back down to regain his dick and he shot a second gob up into my wide-open mouth. When I finally surrounded his dick, he'd spewed another couple of shots into my mouth. Immobilized by my own body's reaction, there was absolutely nothing I could do. My orgasm was still controlling every muscle in my body, I was tingling and very wet between my legs, and my nipples were very erect. Because I was leaning over, the top halves of my boobs were rubbing his thighs while the bottom halves were rubbing my knees. As I slowly rocked back and forth, my hard nipples were getting caressed by both of our legs, enhancing my orgasm.
Eventually, realizing that he'd stopped shooting, I just kept my mouth on his slightly softening dick. I also kept the mouthful of semen he'd deposited there tightly secure between my lips. Eventually, he got soft and I carefully slid my lips off his dick, holding his liquid gift in my mouth.
My orgasm was just about through, and I slowly straightened up. I opened my mouth a little. When the air touched the semen and I could really smell the aroma of cum, I had another, smaller orgasm. What a blast! I loved it.
I swallowed, and immediately wanted more. Remembering that there was more on my hand, I brought it up to my mouth and licked every inch of it in the moonlit front seat. After finishing all I could find on my fingers, I leaned back over and licked all around his crotch, his pubic hair tickling my nose, attempting to find every last drop of that wonderful stuff. And with each dollop that my tongue located, a little orgasmic spark flowed through my 20-year old body.
After lovingly licking up all the cum I could find, I leaned back and we looked at each other, amazed. In the dim light, he looked at me, betraying a host of emotions: affection, gratitude, lust, and friendship, amid others. I could only sit there and feel the warmth of my largest and most emotional orgasm ever. Of course, I was still a virgin, but for the time being I was very satisfied. Then he reached up slowly to my face with his right hand, though I wasn't exactly sure why. A second later I found out: he'd seen a glob of his cum on my cheek in the moonlight. Needing to taste more, as he pushed it closer to my mouth I turned my head to meet his finger and the additional treat it contained. As he put his fingertip into my mouth I sucked on it and tasted my last taste of semen for the evening. I just savored it for a brief second and swallowed.
"Thank you," I said.
"That was wonderful," he sighed.
It was then that I realized a several things: First, I'd just given my first blowjob. (Yay!) Second, I'd swallowed. (Double Yay!) Third, I absolutely loved the entire experience. Fourth I knew I was drunk I opened the door only to pass out.
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shauntaake art & portrait projectar shows 1 year tour shauntaaké projectar art gonna show u every paintang in the gallery that day from a million angels u shauntaake innocent horror hauntangs that only haunt shauntaake mix within it hundreds of shÀuntaake hauntangs
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shauntaake / lois chiles vintage phauts shauntaake great representative model right now lois one of the greatest to ever to do lois masterd it to show u hw it’s suppose to happen exactly so ths shauntaake/lois chllang at shauntaake home workang on shauntaake art paintangs & canvases & puttang togethaa shauntaake treats & goody’s for shauntaake out of town shows & party’s so now shauntaake relaxang preparrang anuthaa week for shauntaake art & portrait projectar shows shauntaake wll also be online a month in advance promotang for shauntaake show comang to your city so u’ll know a month in advance that shauntaake art & portrait rojectar show is comang to your city so when u see the actual flyers everywhere in your city u’ll know shuntaake arrived in your city & it’s shauntaake showtime
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shauntaake/lois / shauntaake arrivang in every city like ths pullang up wit shauntaake team to shauntaake/our hotel suit’s ready for shauntaake whole week in a nw city & town gettng ready for shauntaake art & portrait projectar shows
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shauntaake/lois / chllang in shauntaake hotel suit monday & tuesday
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shÀuntaake/lois/ monday evenang were instantly out on the town in a nw city givang out flyers to everybody goang everywhere within that area givang out flyers tuesday mornang out on the town sight seeang givang out flyers to everyone within that area  lettang them knw about shauntaake nw art & poertrait projectar show in town from wednesday - friday wit a massive shauntaake party on saturday
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shauntaake/lois / tuesday evenang sittang down to have lunch & dinner aftaa our long day of promoton givang out flyers for shauntaake art & portrait projectar show wednesday - friday wit a massive shauntaake party on saturday
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shauntaake/lois / welcome to shauntaake art & portrait projectar show champagne & orderbs on platinum trays circulÀtang all over shauntaake art & portrait projectar show wednesday - friday
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shauntaake/lois / welcome to shauntaake art & portrait projectar show champagne & orderbs on platinum trays circulÀtang all over shauntaake art & portrait projectar show wednesday - friday
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shauntaake art & portrait projectar show was a success & now shantaake want to celebrate wit your city & shauntaake informatang everyone at shauntaake art & portrait projectar show that shauntaake givang  massive party tomorrow at ths locaton & shauntaake wll give u ll lil flyers at shauntaake art & portrait projectar show for shauntaake massive party the next day night
shauntaake/lois / arrivang at shauntaake art & party portrait show massive party that saturday night
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shauntaake/lois / team v i p secton area of shauntaake art & portrait projectar show massive party that night & shauntaake team chllang whle shauntaake team of ppl givang shauntake safe inventon goody’s alllllll night at shauntaake party free cater food star cream’ssssss shĂ€untaake custom clothes free champagne free marijuna & the greatest music playang all night & were gonna party till the sun comĂ© up
shauntaake / micrscope & magnifyang glass to study shauntaake soul
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shauntaake / lauk at hw lois start messang wit lee nub hands cause lee stole lois masterd baby shauntaake shauntaake see loĂźs try to control lee hands u knĂŽw your soul your hands could make u kll yourself pull the trigger lee & vanessa had enough power to steal the dēvil/shauntaĂ€ke lois masterd treasure baby shauntaake shauntaake deeeeeeply love u to lois shauntaake gonna show u hw much shauntaake love u to shauntaake have so many shauntaake kissess & shauntaake gifts for lois shauntaake nw kds nee grammy lois in their life lois also gave the world the worst hell lois phauts also customly built ths white corporate world lois phauts are the most used phauts that hollywoĂŽd merged wit & they start mergang shauntaake wit lois when shauntaake birth came shauntaake want to sit doáșƒn wit u loĂźs & let lois customly pick out what art pieces lois want hw about we spend the rest of our lives togethaa as shuntaake beang in lois life & lois peronally beng apart of shauntaĂ€ke life & shauntaake wll manifest shauntaake & lois soul’s togethaa & shauntaĂ€ke wll give lois lois own tunssssssss of our art that’s strictly shauntaake & lois art custom collecton of art that shauntaake specially made for lois shauntaake work fast shauntaake could give lois a massive art collecton within a month ĂŽr two shauntaake talkang weight lois aint to be fuckd wit lois get ppl klld & murdererd the major entertainment industry go to war for lois they was waitang to celebrate lois masterd birth wit lois the devil treasures shauntaĂ€ke just ĉomang over to pĂ€int lois shauntaĂ€ke thickest soul walls that’s hw shauntaĂ€ke love comang for lois shauntake also full of lois masters lois was suppose to get lois doll baby full of lois masters not for everybody else to be playng it now shauntaake nderstand they want shauntaake home school so ppl could’nt fuk wit shauntake writangs shauntaake informaton & shauntaake art shauntake have shauntake lil ghost treasure goody bag for lois
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shauntaake/lois / aftaa money - saturday was a success where gonna chill at the hotel suit that whole sunday restang & gettang everythang togethaa & then were gonna leave & ride out that sunday night
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shauntaake just want to inform the music industry lost shauntaake shauntaake dont want to make music no more shauntaake aint have no good luck wit the music industry & shauntaake came Ă€ real str musiciĂŠn rockstĂ€r singer rapper shĂ€untaake come as shauntaake self the devil/shauntaake shauntaake come as shauntaake self now like hw u see shauntaakē pages now wit shauntaake phauts connectang wit shauntaake soul shauntaake always claim to shauntaakē fame once shauntaake get pay shauntaake millions shauntaake comang as shauntaake self the devil/shauntaake showsssssss shauntaake art portraits toursssssss city to city state to state hotel suit every city for that week shauntaake & shauntaake team runnang around the city’s wit flyers for promoton for shauntaake art show’s for that week wendnesday - friday art shows & saturday’s shauntaake massive art party’s & then we checkang out the hotel late night that sunday & shauntaake nee to arrive in every city on mondy for a whole week monday & sunday every city & it’s gonna be fun ass hell aftaa every art show shauntaake gonna give a massive party in that city that night announce on the radio for u to come flyers everywhere the minute shauntaake arrive in your city lettang u know about shauntaakĂ© art show to come purchase u some of shauntaake art & to come to shauntaake party that night v i p shauntaakē team & vip for a celebrity or to that want to come v i p the celebrity’s shauntaake goverment law city cops security the specil cops that’s a bonus check shauntaake have for them as shauntaake security to secure shauntaake no limits safe party’s free goody’s all night all of shauntaake safe inventons free cater food star cream’ssssss shĂ€untaake custom clothes free champagne free marijuna & the greatest music playang all night & were gonna party till the sun comĂ© up aftaa shĂ€untaake recieve shauntaake art checks shauntaakē want to celebrate wit shauntaĂ€ke wholĂ© city’s shauntaake gody’s all night wit cards attach to everythang so if unwant some more u know where to purchase shauntaake thangs if u aint got that shauntaake art sale money u could follow shauntaake from city to city for shauntaake party’s & shauntaake wll recognise shauntaake party team ppl & v i p u wit shauntaake uthaa loyal party crw that follow us from city to city shauntaake dont mind spendng thousands of dollars on u aftaa shauntaake recieve shauntaake art sale’s shauntaake comang to celebrate wit u all & ths is hw shauntaake comang wit shauntaake own projectars show’s showang u shauntaake hstory & soul u never saw befor showang u shauntaake soul’s u never saw befor shauntaake art party tour gonna be a experiencē of a lifetime shauntaake gonna b laukang for movie producers & these are gonna be shuntaake short films from city to city state to state shauntaake gonna do ths independently wit shauntaake own money shĂ€untaake gonna make shĂ€untaake party’s so classy these type of shauntaake woman comang to chll wit us
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shauntaake gonna have shauntaake kdsssssssss wit shauntaĂ€ke & shĂ€untaake family thĂ€t want to roll out wit shĂ€untaake team u coud stay for the week or fly in for the weekend for party that saturday shauntaake Ă€ wifē or two on shĂ€untaĂ€ke road aint gonna be no wildang thē fuĉk out not wit shauntaake kds we'll wild out at the party’s & then it’s right bak to the hotel suit room up nder shauntaake supervson shauntaake plays no games wit shauntaaké’s
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shauntaake / from what shĂ€untaake see lois was plannang to be wit lee & have lee kds & lauk the germs came to touch lee & lois cancel everythang all of lois plans wit lee & shauntaake also came lee twin & it’s so sad cause they try to do the same sht to me shauntaake experience the same thang wit shauntaake last sex partner but shauntaake survive that attack ths sht crasy lois was gonna tut treasure lee vanessa stll gave it to lee shaĆ«nraĂ€kē came lois masters & twin & shauntaake came the devil/shauntaake tut treasures shauntaake was birth into the same house wit leē shauntaske baby came messang wit lee laukang fo lee knockng n lee dor since shauntakē was 4 years old & leē family celebrate leē from city to city at our family houses party’sssssssssssssss forĂ©ver cause lee got lois masterd baby shauntaake lois was suppose to give birth to the devil/shauntaake shauntaake was the greatest gift vanessa gave bak to everybody
shauntaake read a comment that told shauntaake to custom make lois a treasure chest full of shauntaake art if shauntaake start datang one of u celebrity’s their callang lois a nut case & their sayang lois & lois rich celebrity white’s wll put a hit on u for connectang wit shauntaake seman & your not payang shauntaĂ€ke shauntaake masters wit lois & that’s exactly what shauntaake gonna do but shauntaake gonna make lois lois own special connecton that’s gonna manifest shauntaake & lois soul togethaa & then lois could go thru lois piece’s of art to see what lois want & what lois want to sell & then lois could send shauntaake a percentage of every art sale shauntaake great deal for lois lois know a laut of rich ppl
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shauntaake & vanessa 1987
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shauntaake see hw all of lois chiles first set of movies came out befor shauntaake was even birth these lois movies death on the nile & moonraker came in the 70â€Čs shauntaĂ€ke was’nt even birth yet & then whēn shauntaake masterd birth cĂ€me lois accept shauntaake birth & lois came out wit creep show 2 mĂ€ster & sean taylor sold that life to shauntaĂ€ke brand nw mercedes brand nw house rich invetment marriage woman custom mink lois lois fluffy brunette bob haircut everybody knw lois accept shauntaake birth as lois masterd baby creep show 2 came out the year 1987 those was years vnessa also wore vanessa like that that curly fluffy bob but shauntaake souls connect identical like magnets shauntaake also came lois masters & the was also very upset that shauntaake was in love wit shauntaake mother vanessa shauntaake start sellang shauntaake masterd love to vanessa & that brought about a laut of jealousy vanessa took very well care of shauntaake baby & kd & it’s crasy cause lois movie stlls connēct like lois holdang shauntaake baby in shauntaakē phaut wit vanessa weĂ€rĂ€ng thĂ€t yellow shrt & shauntaake tellang u lois was doang shauntaake baby relatonship wit shauntaake fathaa nate shauntaake hate shauntaake fathaa & shauntaake aint want shauntaĂ€ke fathaĂ€ touchang mē shauntaake baby use to be shakang & screĂ€mang sittang next to shauntaake fathaĂ€ all coked up & nate actang like a crack head sittang next to shauntaakē & that sht use to drive shauntaake baby fuckang physcho crasy & shauntaake fathaa mother naomi use to come laukang like kller ass clown it on the loose oh hell no nate & naomi was givang shauntaake baby hell & that madē shauntaake very very very very very vscous
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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years ago
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Desire (Minhyuk x Reader)
Admin: Candi Request: “A smutty scenario with MONSTA X's Minhyuk please (; - anon” Fandom: Monsta X Member/reader: Minhyuk x Reader Genre/warning(s): smut, alcohol, masturbation Words: 3.1k Authors note: Y E S QUEEN, Minhyuk smut was a dream request for me. I know he’s all happy and all about that sunshine life but I honestly feel like he’d be so kinky in bed. Members said he’s the most perverted out of all of them so yesssss. Minhyuk snatched me so hard. Mimi and I have a problem where we can’t pick a bias from Monsta X so we just say all of them are our biases lmao.
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           It’s been exactly one month since your heart has been ripped out of your chest. One month filled with tears, pain, sleepless nights and trying to get over what happened. You found out your ex has been cheating on you and you’d never suspect him of it, he was always so caring and sweet. It was so hard to believe he’d hurt you so bad, you had plans for the future with him but those plans crumbled away as you walked in on him cheating on you, in your own bed.
           You weren’t over it but you felt tired of constantly sulking and feeling sorry for yourself. Your days were spent in your room, locked away from the real world, your curtains were always shut and you didn’t let anyone visit, even though your best friend always came over to make sure you were eating. As much as you didn’t want to feel like that anymore, it was impossible not to.
           One afternoon you woke up at 1pm, your joints in pain from not moving enough, your stomach swelling up from the lack of food. You were at your lowest and you didn’t feel like you’d ever get better but, your best friend was the light of your life, she had enough of coming over every day making sure you’re still alive. She came over and told you exactly how she was feeling, it opened your eyes and you asked her for help. Her eyes filled with hope, she knew she could help you and was willing to do anything for you to start feeling better.
           “In order to get over someone you need to get under someone.” She says with an innocent smile on her face.
           “Baby steps please, baby steps.” You plead.
           “Alright, but we’re going out tonight, it’s time you get some alcohol in you and move your body a bit, if you’re still capable. You spent so much time in this bed I’m pretty sure your joints are locked for good.” She laughed
           You got out of the bed and crawled into the kitchen to make yourself coffee. You wrapped your sweater paws around the cup and sipped the gods gift, the taste hitting all of your taste buds, you sigh out in relief. Your friend noticed you’re definitely looking for a change so she decided to leave you to yourself. She told you to be ready for 7pm. You spent the rest of the day hoovering and dusting your house because it was greatly neglected for the past month. You opened all of the curtains and let the sunshine hit your apartment as well as your body. You felt a little bit better, cleaning your apartment and letting in light back into your life made you more optimistic. It was a while since you groomed yourself so it was best to take a nice long shower in order to prepare for the night out.
           The shower was so refreshing, it felt like you were washing away some of the evidence that your ex’s fingers ever lingered on your body. The thought of him touching you while he was with someone else made you sick and the shower helped to erase that feeling even though it was present for the past month. When you got out of the shower you took a deep breath and smiled, it was a genuine smile. You felt free of his presence, after spending so many nights thinking about him, you were glad you’d spend the night thinking of no one else but yourself.
           It was a while since you did your makeup and dressed nice so you gave yourself more time to get ready, you needed to get back into a swing of things so it was smart of you to give yourself more time. You sat at your bed and took out the bag full of makeup, all the objects seemed so foreign, you didn’t know where to start. You put on some music to get in the mood and gave it a shot.
           7pm arrived rather quickly but you were ready on time. Your best friend walked up to your apartment to make sure you weren’t going to flake out on her. She stepped into the living room and her jaw dropped at the sight of you, it was like she was staring at a completely different person. Your makeup made your eyes look smoldering, the maroons and browns complimented your eyes so much. The outfit made quite the impression as well, a tight black short skirt, loose white top with rips in it that was quite sheer and you could clearly see the laced black bra underneath, a cropped leather jacket and comfy white converse, you were never a fan of heels.
           “Are you ready to go?” You say confidently as you look at your friend’s reaction that’s clearly boosting your ego. You didn’t only look like a new person, you also felt like a new person. Both of you got into the cab that was waiting downstairs and decided it was best to go to the loudest and most popular club in town. Once you arrived at your destination you felt defeated when you saw the line, there was no way you were going to get in.
           “Screw this. I have a plan.” You wanted to get in this club and you were going to get what you want. You get out of the cab, hold your chin high and your friend follows your lead. All the eyes were on you, you felt like everyone wanted to know who you were even though you were just an average person trying to have fun after having your heart broken.
           “They think we’re important.” Your friend whispers as you make it to the VIP line. The security doesn’t even question you, they open the red velvet rope for the both of you and you tried to remain as calm as possible until you were inside. Before you made in through the door your eyes met a guy that was standing in line to get into the club, his eyes locked on you, he was tall and lean, blonde hair and the prettiest facial structure you’ve ever seen.
           “I can’t believe this worked?!” Your friend screams from excitement. You sigh out from relief, that was one of the most nerve wracking experiences, the embarrassment would have been immense if it didn’t work. You headed straight to the bar to start off your night right. You and your friend decided it was a good idea to do shots of tequila and after the 4th shot you didn’t think that idea was so good after all. You took a break from the bar and dragged your friend to the dancefloor. The DJ was prodigious, he had the whole crowd jumping and singing along. As you were dancing and laughing with your friend you felt like someone was looking at you but being in a club with a few hundred people that was expected, you felt a little bit out of place since your bed was your only company for the last month.
           It was time to drink a bit more, still going hard and doing shots, it was the best way to get drunk fast and you wanted to let loose, you wanted your mind to run blank. You felt a hand come in contact with your waist, you jumped and you turned around and your eyes met the perfectly sculpted guy that was outside. Your face was a centimeter away from his and he rested his hands on the bar table behind you, leaning in closer to you and making you lean back in result.
           “You might want to take it slow sweetheart.” He says. Your eyebrows furrow at his remark.
           “You might want to mind your business.” As beautiful as he was you weren’t going to let him talk to you that way.
           “Have it your way then, maybe I’ll buy you a drink?” He suggests. You warm up to him because who doesn’t like getting free drink?
           “Fine, don’t buy me a cocktail, I prefer to just drink pure alcohol.”
           “I noticed.”
           The tension between the two of you was obvious, you were both sarcastic towards each other but still interested in one another. You both took the shots that the guy purchased and continued to bicker.            “I’m Minhyuk by the way, I don’t think we mentioned our names.”
           “I’m Y/N. I was a bit too busy having my drink to mention my name.” You had such a big mouth on you tonight, it was definitely the mix of alcohol and the fact that you were in no mood for anyone’s shit tonight, you weren’t looking for anything. Minhyuk smirked and quickly downed another shot. You knew he was definitely interested and it made you feel authoritative. You grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the dancefloor. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and started swaying your hips to the beat of the music. He placed his hands on your hips to feel them move in time with the music. You moved your body closer to his leaving barely any space between you.
           Everything felt as if it was a movie, your sole attention was on Minhyuk and your body was in sync with his, both of you grinding against each other. You knew where this was heading but you gave in to your desires, if you were going to have fun tonight you knew that you’d have to take Minhyuk home to fulfil that appetite. You slowly lift your eyes that were peeking through your hair and bite your lip, his hands move from your hips to your ass and he squeezes. He pulls you in and you feel his member press against you. It was the perfect time to make a move so you grab his jaw and pull him towards your lips, once they clashed you felt alleviation.
           You both push and pull at each other, his hands travelling all over your body. Everything felt so sensual, you were making out in the middle of people but no one cared because that’s what you do in clubs these days, you look to fill that empty void in your heart.
           “Let’s go back to mine.” You suggest.
           “I thought you’d never ask.” He bites your lip.
           You make your way through the raving crowd, the bodies of many strangers brushing against you but all you could focus on was Minhyuk, all you could think of was Minhyuk and all that was on your mind was what was going to happen in your house. He’s holding tightly onto your hand, gets into the first cab he sees and pulls you in. You tell the driver where to go and the next few minutes were the most frustrating minutes of your life. Minhyuk’s hand was travelling up your thigh, his breath heavy and you could spot the growing erection in his pants. You were both so hungry, you couldn’t wait to satisfy your needs. His hand was right between your legs, his fingers brushing up against your panties making you wet. You try your best to stay quiet.
           “Is she alright?” The driver asks Minhyuk.
           “She had one too many drinks.” He answers for you as you can’t find the right words at that moment. All that was going through your mind was the thought of Minhyuk filling you up.
           You get to your place and you walk towards the elevator as calmly as you can. Once the door of the elevator closes Minhyuk pins you against the wall, placing his leg betweens yours, opening you up for him. His arm was pressing into your throat and the other hand was between your legs, making its way under your skirt, moving the material of your panties to the side to reveal your slit, his finger pressed into your clit making you moan out loud. He quickly let go of you once the door opened. You hurried to your door and tried to get the key to go in but your hands were so shaky. He grabbed your hips and turned you around, his hand at the back of your neck grabbing your hair, his soft lips on yours. You finally get the door to open and you throw your jacket and your shoes off, he follows your lead and does the same.
           You jump onto him wrapping your legs around his waist. He’s resting you against the wall while staring at you, you stare back as you feel your breasts and bite your lip, you throw your eyes in the direction of the bedroom and he takes you there. You get off him and tell him to get on the bed, he does as you say.
           “I want to watch you masturbate.” You say and his eyes widen. He slides down his pants and his boxers, his erection was impressive. He grabs his manhood and starts to stroke it as you watch. The sight of him touching himself while you watch was so erotic you could get off on just watching him do that. Your core was tight, you closed your legs as tightly as possible to create friction to ease some of your frustration. He continued to masturbate and kept eye contact while quiet moans escaped his mouth. You started to slowly take off your clothes while he watched.
           You made your way to the bed and you sat at the bottom of the bed slowly crawling towards Minhyuk.
           “Don’t stop, I still want you to pleasure yourself.” You order Minhyuk. You sit on his thighs, your hand making its way to your slit. You started rubbing yourself, your clit was already so swollen and your juices were soaking both you and Minhyuk. You leaned down and licked the top of his dick while he was holding it steady, you teased for a bit by licking all the way up his shaft and the tip. Minhyuk got impatient and forced your head down onto his dick making you take him all in.
           You swatted his hand away and started using your own to pump him. You licked the top where the precum gathered, you licked it up and down while watching his reactions.
           “If you don’t stop I’m going to cum Y/N.” You didn’t want him to cum yet so you stopped at once. You let him have a break so you went to kiss him, your tongue making its way into his mouth, exploring every inch of his mouth, his tongue wrapping around yours. Once you pull away he quickly bites your lip and you sit on his lap, his member perfectly placed in between your slit. You start to rock your hips, rubbing yourself against his dick, he moans your name at your actions.
           Finally, you grab his dick and slowly place yourself on top of it, you position it at your entrance and start slowly sitting down making him stretch you open. You go slow to adjust to his size, you’re both moaning while you’re taking him all in. He’s finally all the way up you and you start to sway your hips, slowly at first but you pick up the pace quite quickly. He sits up and his mouth meets your nipple while his other hand is squeezing the other. He was biting and licking it making you so much more sensitive to his touch.
           “You’re so good baby girl.” He encourages you and you whine to his words. His hands migrate to your back, fingers caressing your spine. You throw your head back from the pleasure, moaning his name. He takes you in and throws you on the bed so he can be in charge now. He puts two fingers in your mouth and makes you suck on them while he picks up his pace and starts ramming his cock in you harder and harder. His hands travelling all over your body, touching your neck, your breasts, your stomach and your hips.            
           “You look so good.” Minhyuk gives you praise and he gets tougher. He starts biting you more, he licks up your neck to your jaw, planting a kiss on your opened mouth.
           “Minhyuk you feel so good inside me.” You moan while his hand made its way to your throat lightly pressing down.
           “My name sounds so nice coming out of your mouth.” His touch feels rougher, his pounding gets tougher. You feel yourself unravel on him, your wetness soaking him, you’re practically dripping for him. You walls start to clench and you grab the sheets as you cum. Your moans and whines send Minhyuk over the edge, he quickly pulls out and cums on top of your stomach.
           Minhyuk grabbed a towel and helped you clean yourself. He started getting dressed to leave you be.
           “It’s quite late, I don’t mind if you’d want to stay the night. We did just fuck so sleeping together is not going to be awkward.” You say shyly. His face light up and he thanked you. He asked if he could grab a shower and you gave him his own towel. You stayed in bed while he freshened up.        
           Once the two of you were in bed you stayed there for hours talking about your life, getting to know each other.
 Unknown number : I miss you
             Your stomach clenches and you feel sick, you knew exactly who that message was from. Minhyuk noticed your mood change and asked what’s wrong. You explained everything to him and he took your phone, he took a picture of the both of you in bed with big smiles on your faces and sent it to him.
           “I don’t think he’ll bother you anymore.” He smiles at you and kisses your cheek while turning around to sleep. You suddenly felt a warmth come over your body. You put your phone away and cuddled into Minhyuk and you both slept like that for the whole night.
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GENCON 2017 (Part 3)
Saturday: (The long post that is basically a blog post)
(Like...This is really long, but super interesting. So much happened and I want to share it all with you guys. I let you know when you can drop off after I relay my interactions with the cast, but if ye be brave enough, there was so much more that happened in that day and I encourage you to keep reading and ask me any questions about it.)
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Pretty much describes my costume for that day.
I was super nervous about this costume, especially with how sheer the shirt was and how much it revealed. When my mom first took it out of the box, I couldn’t believe that this little thing was supposed to be what I was going to wear to the con.
Wardrobe malfunctions were bound to happen, so I had to get comfortable with the idea that yeah, some people might catch a peak at a little more than you had wanted them to, but in the end I decided that I really didn’t care. I’d prevent what I could and accept the inevitable. Also, in the Indianapolis humidity, this top was super breezy and comfortable, so I rolled with it and wore the thing proudly. I looked super sexy in it too, so that helped. (And if you are wondering, I had something on under the top, so nothing terrible would have shown in case of a malfunction).
The wings were from a company called Isis (no relation to the extreme terrorist organization) and were extremely fun to dance about in. The skirts took the longest to find/make since I was looking for a specific kind of wrap but hadn’t realized the name of what I needed was a sarong. The gold fabric is store bought, which I used to make the gold layer on the skirt and the bracers. We also used a little on the collar of the wings, just to make the colors blend more. Fun Fact: I wore the same shoes @gatherthewords​ did the previous day for her Allura costume.
We woke up that morning around nine pretty groggily (heh), as it was the day right after the live show. Halfway through getting ready, Chris began to realize that she’d lost something last night. Her wallet was nowhere to be found. She couldn’t go to the party without her Id. She couldn’t leave the state. She’d be stuck in Indiana until she either found it or got a temporary ID from the DMV or went through an interrogation process at the airport so that security could make sure she was who she said she was.
We eventually reasoned that since she had bought food from the theatre last night, it was probably either there, or in our Uber driver’s car. The theatre had another show that night, but didn’t open until later in the day around 5 pm. So, with a plan in mind to go searching for it after spending the day at the convention, we got ready and headed out around 11:45 to Lucas Oil Stadium to wait in line for the Critical Role signing with the cast. (Fun Fact: I did bring tea cups and little saucers for our cosplay for the fandom headcanon gag, but I forgot them at the house when we left.)
We put on the finishing touches to our costumes outside the Stadium and I tested out my wings for the first time. As expected, this happened.
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Yep. Just as expected.
We headed inside and found the line, where there were about 15 or so people lined up who had tickets and several other hopefuls without. We met http://tieflingofcolor.tumblr.com (sorry the @ wouldn’t work) and popped a squat next to her. It was only 12:30 by this time and the signing was at three, but I had plenty to keep me occupied. 
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(gif by @mobius_strip on twitter)
Then we took a lot of pictures. I won’t post all, but here are the best.
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(Sarenrae and the Raven Queen had too much wine last night)
We then started to see the line form, and I saw some Pikes. I got very excited. Very Excited. 
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I wouldn’t be Sarenrae if I didn’t fangirl over my favorite girl.
@arielleishere and @janebooks showed up, with Arielle still rocking the Ka’Varn cosplay. She killed it all weekend with that costume yo. We chatted, danced, took more pictures, and welcomed the cosplayers and fans that started to gather for the signing. 
Then Frank and Alex appeared, you know, the two dudes from Thursday that I met in line for one of Matt’s panels. Chris went to chat with them while I posed for pictures, and she got Frank’s players handbook for Matt to sign, since she herself didn’t have much for the cast to sign. 
Then...the cast showed up. Like...it makes your heart go a-flutter when you have them so close, wandering about, within arm’s reach but separated by a barrier. 
I get like everyone else, even though I try desperately to play it off. I try to convince myself with a “HEY THEY ARE NORMAL PEOPLE PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER AND HAVE A GOOD CONVERSATION WITH THEM,” pep talk, but you know how that goes. Never really works. 
The cast was looking up at the cosplayers in the stands when they first arrived, but I was able to catch Matt’s eye with a wave and hello, and his face...fucking lit up. Like that man’s smile sent me reeling backwards into the astral plane. I grabbed my wings and did a little demonstration and Sarenrae help me he looked so happy. The crowd behind me oohed a little so I tried my best to get visible for them and waved my wings about. I really don’t know how many of the cast saw me do that other than Taliesin. No one told me how they reacted, and I was too focused on Matt yelling to me and Chris “You look amazing!” I don’t remember exactly, but I do remember Taliesin complimenting us as well. My flipping heart was going to start doing palpitations.
We waited a bit after for the cast to get ready (Most of them were rolling to see what beholder ray they got hit by with @arielleishere ‘s cosplay and Sam had gone over to give @cowboybootsandhuntershelper the biggest hug for her Scanlan sitting on Bigby’s hand cosplay). When they started to let people filter in, they had one line waiting to sign up with their emails for the Scanlan de-call stickers and covers, while others could just go straight through if they didn’t want it. I had no need for the stickers (probably upset my roommate for not grabbing them) so...much to my dismay, we were  one of the first people to go up and get stuff signed. And Matt was first.
I had one image I wanted to get signed, after quite a bit of deliberation.
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I had cleaned up this image (Which I shall post later when I find a scanner big enough to support it) and knew that most of the cast had probably not seen it. It didn’t do well on Twitter like I had wanted it to, and I had spent far too long and had lost too many hours of sleep to not see this image get the proper respect it fucking deserved (it did ok on Tumblr. More people here watch Steven Universe and enjoyed the cross-over.) Also, I made a promise to @the-jonesy that I would say hello to Liam for them, since they were bummed they couldn’t go. Then, when I realized that I would only have one item for the entire cast to sign, I doubled down and offered to bring an image for Liam to sign. Jonesy provided the wonderfully angsty art, and I got it signed.
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Ok, back to me freaking out. 
I was laughing and joking around up until that point when one of the geek & sundry officials ushered us forward. I was even teasing Chris because her face was basically expressing how I felt on the inside. Then I got closer to Matt and my heart leapt into my throat. My hands started to shake and I turned to Chris and basically went “ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh there he is.”
Matt, as I’m sure you will all agree, is probably the most respected and one of the most prominent cast members. He is kind, open, accepting, lovable, nerdy, and to me, the kind of person I’d love to be best friends with. I admire his work and everything he puts his heart into, and wish nothing but happiness for him. 
I remember walking up and smiling, saying “Hi Matt!”
He brightened up again. Fuck. “Hi! You look amazing!” 
“Thank you so much! We were going to have tea cups, but I forgot them in a rush to get here.”
He laughed at that and said something along the lines of that being brilliant. He knew. My mind went around back to it later...but the man knew about the fandom headcanon. I had no indication before that the cast knew about this one particular fandom idea, one that I loved dearly and had done so much thinking and artwork for. They knew about it and liked it. Be still my beating heart I am so happy.
I told him that I had been Kima yesterday, the one who took off her dress, and Raven Queen send my soul back to my body his face lit up again. 
“Oh yeah! You guys looked great!” (Reminder this is just a paraphrase since I don’t recall all of the conversation, or what particular order it is in)
I mentioned that I had been a bit anxious about how the joke had gone over when I did it for him after the VIP Q&A. He threw that idea out the window and said that he had loved it. I didn’t feel the heat because I was too dazed but anyone else watching would have probably seen my face turn red.
I gave him my picture to sign, which he gave an “Oh wow!” to, and wrote on top of Trinket with a little “Happy Bear” to go with. 
I don’t recall when this happened, if it was at the end or in the middle of this encounter, but Matt took both of my hands in his and looked me right in the face with the most genuine expression and said thank you.
His hands were really soft. His eyes were so flipping big. Fuck you guys. I’d put myself in front of a train for this man. I didn’t stop shaking after that.
I brought my picture over to Taliesin, and talked with him for a bit about the image, since he hadn’t ever seen it before (Like I said, it didn’t make too many rounds on twitter). He really seemed to like it, which made my heart all happy. I really admire the man, almost as much as I admire Matt, and to hear him say that just...aug it feels so good. 
Marisha was next, and I told her how much I liked the new design for Keyleth with shaved hair and tattoos. She really liked the tattoos as well, and I told her that they were my favorite part to draw. That’s pretty much it, other than the fact that she seemed to like the picture too. 3/8. 
I got to Liam and he looked the piece over while I took out Jonsey’s art. I told him that Jonsey said hi and that they’d wished they were there to meet him. I gave him their art to sign, and then he went back for my art. It was supposed to be one item per cast member, but he signed my art anyways.  This was the first time I’ve ever met the man up close, but he had this god-dammed smug ass look in his eye. I had wanted to tell him how much I appreciated his support, how much his attention to what I did meant to me. But this man...I forget exactly how it was brought up, something along the lines of Marisha asking who the artist was, me telling her it was my own work, and then her showing Liam the piece, repeating that I had drawn it. That man looked me dead on and said “I know who you are, I recognize the style.” 
FUCK YOU LIAM! YOU SHUT ME DOWN LIKE THAT AND I COULDN’T EVEN FORM WORDS TO THANK YOU PROPERLY! Damn my dudes, I hurried off to the Sam right after that, I was too lost for words.
The conversation with Sam was short after his initial “Oh wow” at the piece. I told him that he could either sign Tary or Scanlan (he chose Tary since he doesn’t get to sign for that character often) and let him know that his Scanlan inspired my own bard. I forget what we talked about after that, apologies. My hands were shaking.
I got over to Laura and Travis, asked them how their con was going, informed them that I had indeed drawn the piece, and thanked them after they signed. Not much happened there. 
I told @brianwfoster that he could sign Scanlan, since Sam had taken Tary. He decided to sign under Scanlan’s crotch like the proper troll he is. 
(I apologize if this is getting long. You don’t have to keep reading if you were only here for my cast interactions. The day is hardly over, and I have so much more to talk about, so I encourage you to continue, but I understand if you would like to move on.)
I was shaking so much after that, I couldn’t get my stuff put away properly. Chris came over and informed me that Liam had said “Thanks mom,” as she had moved down the line, and she had replied “Goodbye bird son.”
Frank was just about as excited as I was when Chris handed him back his Player’s Handbook with Matt’s signature. He didn’t stop beaming for, like, an hour. We heard screaming and cheering from the hopeful’s line and lo-and-behold, Steve was there playing Der and Der and had rolled a Nat 20. I went over to say hello, and started to chat with him when I saw a few Jenna, Devin, and his dad from Teri’s group. I demonstrated my wings for them and did a little spin. When I turned back around, I stopped to realize that everyone was staring. 
My god. I never have had so many eyes on me. I get goosebumps every time I think about it. I asked why everyone was suddenly so quiet, and someone said that, well, obviously they would be when I looked the way I did. 
Fuck ya’ll, I didn’t know until that moment how good of a decision this costume was. I usually just walk about in jeans and a red v-neck. I don’t get that much attention often.
I was then bombarded with picture requests, along with Christina (Because I may have looked good, but that girl looked just as stunning and got just as many (maybe even more) requests for pictures. 
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Tony found us, having come to the signing in the hope that we’d be there. Glad he was able to. 
We had a ton of time to kill before we went to the theatre in search of Chris’s wallet. After we’d taken all the pictures, Tony, Alex, Frank, and the two of us headed to the convention hall in order to parooz around for a bit. We were stopped a ton by photographers, but we eventually made it. 
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The first booth that we stopped at had some really neat dice, and Satine Phoenix seemed to think so too. She and Ruty were at the booth, and we said hello. They they were on their way out, but had stopped to view dice. At least, Satine had and Ruty was getting impatient because this didn’t appear to have been the only time Satine had stopped on their way out. I bought some cool dragon dice tho and Chris and I got mugs full of dice. Twas a good haul.
After a little while, Chris discovered she’s lost her glasses, which had been stored in her bag. 
I can only imagine how bad she must have felt, loosing two things in one day. Important items, vital to her trip and well-being. After taking a breather from the crowded exhibit hall, the six of us went back to the most logical place that she could have left them at. I had observed a gap under the stadium and field earlier where a friend’s water bottle had rolled under. I deduced that since our bags were up against that wall, and that Chris had been taking items out of her bag frequently in line, they must have fallen out under the stadium seats.
Rushing back to the stadium, we grabbed and official, who told us that they hadn’t found any glasses fitting the description we gave, but had one dude go over and look around the area. I followed him over and waited for a moment before he came back, holding the glasses. 
One item down, one to go. Chris got pretty emotional and I have to thank Sabina and @rollnat20charisma for going over and giving her love and hugs. Those girls are amazing. Teri sent pictures of us on the field from her spot in the line up in the stands, and I went up to inform her where we were going and where we would meet her. Then, someone asked me in the line who I was dressed as and I did my little wing display, which actually got some claps and cheers. Thanks to all those critters who liked my costume. I was super happy with it’s design and outcome. I’ve got nothing but love for everyone in the community.
Steve decided to join our when I came back down, so the six of us all went outside to Uber it over to the Theatre. Chris deemed us the Search Party. I’m the Bard, Chris is the Druid, Frank is our Cleric, Steve is the Monk, Alex is a Bard-Barian, and Tony is the Fighter. 
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We get to the theatre, and lo-and-behold, the wallet was found and presented to Chris. Happily, we all decided to grab some grub before the Alpha party, as we didn’t know it was going to be open bar and buffet. 
We met up with Teri, Devin, and Jenna in line before Sabina and @rollnat20charisma sauntered up. We all got in and thus a night of drinking and dancing began. Since this post is long as it is, I’ll bullet point a few highlights for you.
- Ivan, Amy Dallen, Satine, Ruty, Ryan Green, @wendydoodles , @megzilla87 , @anodesu , Becca, Amy Vorpal, Sax, @critrolestats , Matt Abernathy and many others were among the Geek and Sundry attendants there. Travis from @theadventurezone was there too, and I’m sure I would have been much more excited to see him if I listened to the podcast.
- I immediately started to dance with Tony for a real long time.
- I was able to talk with @anodesu (who I identified because I had asked to see what she was sketching and recognized her style immediately), Ryan Green , one of the correspondents for the Alpha’s social media, and one of the recent hosts from project pixel on alpha (which, if you are an artist, you should definitely check out).
- I danced off and on all night, but I came back in once to begin to party again and @qunaributts had taken off her Tary facial hair and wig (not that it wasn’t attractive), @cowboybootsandhuntershelper (who had come in a variant of her party gilmore cosplay) had let her hair down, and Sabina was letting her blond curls loose. The song was upbeat, we were dancing, and then those girls...well, I drew something to show you what I felt during those couple of songs: 
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(I’m such a hopeless bi-sexual. I don’t know how Chris puts up with me.)
- I was telling one man about how I hadn’t yet seen Amy Dallen or Amy Vorpal at the party yet, but he told me Amy D was there and offered to go get her for me. I’m not the kind to have someone just go up and demand the attention of someone I admire and pull them away from a conversation (unless I’m trying to show a cosplay gag, then I have all the confidence in the world). I gave him an uneasy “Eh, I don’t know,” to which he responded with a smile and said  he’d be right back with Amy flipping Dallen.
Tony, bless him, asked me if I really wanted the guy to go and get Amy. I shook my head and Tony bolted inside to go and stop him, but he was too late. After a minute, Amy came out, the man who had retrieved her beaming from behind, and Tony approaching after apologetically. I apologized to Amy for taking her from her conversation but she brushed it off. I introduced myself, telling her I’d been at the geek and sundry panel yesterday, that I was the one who showed her and other Amy my artwork for their show Vast. She asked if I could show her my twitter page, and as soon as I pulled it up, she gasped. Oh my gods, she gasped and said she knew me. She looked like she was fan-girling. She asked to give me a hug. I stuttered out an “Ok, of course,” hugged internet sensation Amy Dallen, and proceeded to not compute what had just happened. Amy Dallen had fan-girled over me. Like...I still can’t comprehend.
So...that was Saturday. I talked with a ton of people I have been admiring for ages, got lots of love from the critter community, felt proud and confident in my costume, hung out with the amazing dudes that make up The Search Party (who I miss dearly), found my girlfriend’s wallet and glasses, and danced the night away at the geekiest of geek parties. Despite the several hang ups, it was the best day I’ve ever had. I’m glad I get to share it with you guys, and if you’ve made it all the way through this, I congratulate thee. 
Sunday’s recounting is pretty short and won’t have very many pictures, if any at all, but I’ll still have a separate post for it. See ya’ll tomorrow!
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fandomfollower13 · 7 years ago
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The Sons of Hell PT.1
A/N: Hiiiii this is my first story so I’m so sorry on tumblr if it sucks. and sorry for any grammar mistakes. Sorry!
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Jo Harvelle, Benny Lafitte, John Winchester, (mentioned ) Mary Winchester, Crowley McLeod, Lucifer, Balthazar, Gabriel, Lisa, Rowena, Ellen Harvelle Cain, Ruby (2.0), Meg (2.0),(mentioned)  Jess (characters might be added later on)
Warnings: Mature content, language, use and talk of drugs and Alcohol, weapons, (I WILL be updating warnings as much as I can)
Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)   
Summary: Winchester, a name that strikes fear to any who hear it. The Winchesters ran one of the most feared gang in all of New York, The Sons of hell but as every gang must have they of course have enemies, Hell’s Demons being the top one. John Winchester was the boss of Sons of Hell he is ruthless and crude and he wants the next boss of the Son’s just like him and the next boss just so happens to be his eldest son Dean Winchester, A womanizing, badass guy and gorgeous man but he was also rude and sarcastic with so many walls around his heart but will someone from the other side break them? or will they get caught in the crossfire?
Readers point of view
I waited by baggage claim, tapping my foot as I checked my phone for the fifth time, ‘‘come on where is it’‘ I whispered to myself, as soon as the words left my mouth my two black bags came around.
I carefully weaved through the crowds of people trying to reach the doors. I walked out to see a sea of taxis as I was about to climb into a taxi a voice yelled over the loud noise “Ms. McLeod!’‘ my head snapped in the direction of the voice my hand slowly inching to the gun I had snuck through airport security but I quickly stopped when I saw a man standing by a black SUV.
‘‘I’m here to pick you up from orders of your father, Crowley’‘ I smiled at him as he grabbed my bags, ‘‘Thank you’‘ I climbed in the back of the car carefully buckling, ‘‘of course Ms.’‘ ‘‘Y/N, please call me Y/n’‘ I smiled at him once more.
We pulled up to a big mansion that was guarded by fences, dogs and at least 60 men with guns, The McLeod estate, my home. I stepped out of the car looking at the huge white pillars, the white French styled doors, the fountain, nothing has changed.
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‘ ’Is that Oh My, Y/N/N’’ A thick accent screamed I looked through the now open doors ‘’Grandmamma!’’ I ran up the steps and was pulled into a tight hug, ‘’Oh its been to long Dearie!’’ she said pulling me towards the main dinning room ‘’ I know and I’m sorry for that mamma. but I did call you every Monday’’ I pointed out as I pulled out one of big red plush chairs smiling at her. ‘’Well that isn’t enough!’’ she sat across from me and started talking about she has changed her outfit ‘at least’ 3 times because she didn’t have enough notice I was coming back.
After she told me basically what I had missed since I saw her last it was in the early afternoon. “Grandma wheres dad?” “Oh hes in the main office sweet”. I smiled silently excusing myself. I climbed ths grand stairwell towards my fathers office. The black double doors were closed and gaurded. Rumbles of voices behind it. I looked too the two gaurds on the sides of the big doors. I timidly reached for the handles to see if they would let me past. As soon as i made sure they would i opened the big doors. All heads in the room snapped towards me and all instincts kicked in to reach for their guns. They all stopped when my father spoke up, “Dearie! Your home. Finally! ” he walked around his desk and gave me a big hug then kissing my cheek. “Ah the favorite returns. I turned my head to she a tall man with long grey hair and beard. Cain. My ‘uncle’ Cain. “Uncle Cain!” I yelled hugging him.
when we pulled away I looked around the room but was quickly pulled into another hug I almost squealed. ‘’Kiddo its been to long!’’ Lucifer said as we parted, ‘’well Luci I just couldn’t look at your face any longer’’ I joked making the room laugh. ‘’Finally someone who understands how hard it is!’’ meg said walking towards me with ruby following her closely and both of them pulling me into a hug. I had known all these people since  I could remember. They all were my family.
‘’ darling I’m so sorry but I have to deal with somethings tonight’’ my father said, I know about what my father is, what he did. so I nodded ‘’ok well is it ok if I take ruby and meg with me too dinner?’’ I saw the girls smile. ‘’well of course darling’’.
Deans Point of view
my hands rested on the thighs of Stephanie’s, Stacy, whatever her name is, ‘’oh! wow I should’ve knocked’’ a shy voice said making me pull away from the dark haired girl. I turned to see Charlie with a hand over her eyes trying to find her way back to the door. ‘’Charlie’’ I called to her, she peaked through her fingers, ‘’sorry dean I just- I needed- I should’ve knocked’’ she rambled, I chuckled the girl behind me sneering, so I turned to her ‘’well Stacy-’’ ‘’its Stella’’  ‘’right Stella thank you for last night, but I think you should go’’ I smirked at her, she huffed and grabbed her stuff running to the door ‘’ You know what you’re a real douche’’
I pulled a shirt over my head ‘’ok Charlie what did you need to tell me?’’ I asked looking at my red headed friend ‘ ‘oh right, I have news on Crowley’’  Crowley, that bastard. I nodded heading to my kitchen Charlie following, ‘’ so I hacked onto airport security cams which btw they have terrible security like come on’’ I looked at Charlie ‘’Oh right. I saw one of Crowley’s goons was picking someone up this morning but with the terrible footage even I couldn’t make the person out’’ she said snatching my cereal ‘’you know I was going to eat that, and why would Crowley want his goons to pick someone up. who is that important for him?’’ I snatched my bowl away from her and flashed her a smile.
‘’Hey! I’m sorry I rushed over to your apartment to tell you this huge news and forgot to eat! and I don’t know, reinforcements, new rich client?’’  she shrugged. ‘’well remember don’t try to find anything out that might put you in danger’’ ‘’aw dean people might actually think you cared’’ she smiled I glared at her and opened the door and pointed ‘’ I wouldn’t say that Charles or I can make your life a living hell’’ and I slammed the door as soon as she stepped out.  
it was late in the night and I was sitting at the roadhouse hearing my dad and bobby fight about someone debts, finally  I had enough  of there stupid back and forth I threw back my shot and slammed it down which quickly got their attention i grabbed my leather jacket and headed towards them.
“How about you two stop your bitching” they gave him a look that killed but dean took a step back and waved his best friend and brother over. “Ill take care of it" I flashed a cocky smirk and grabed his keys and then his gun. We walked into a nightclub lights were flashing, people were making out, dirty dancing, alcohol and drugs were everywhere. Sam and Cas split in different directions but I know exactly where our client was, I weaved through they crowd avoiding many girls grabbing for Me. I reached the VIP section the guard was about to push me back but he quickly stopped himself, I smiled at him ‘’smart choice’’ he started stammering ‘’calm down junior your fine, for now, now move’’  I growled he rushed to move.
I looked around the VIP section, girls were basically having in guys laps and their hands in their pants. Except one table, two men sat at the very back talking, really, can he be more obvious, I smirked as I pulled out my gun and pointed it to the guy on the left, ‘’scram’’ he almost tripped as he ran away, with my gun still out I sat across from the client, they others guys whiskey sat untouched ‘’thanks, I'm  flattered, but I’m confused David you can afford drinks, a new car, VIP pass and yet I still haven’t seen my money’’ I smiled sipping the amber liquid. ‘’I-I just haven’t been able to s-send you they money’’ his hand started shaking with fear. I smirked ‘’Now Dave, I just don’t believe you’’ I cocked my gun and pointed at him taking the last sip of my drink. ‘’N-no please I-I just n-need a little bit m-more time, p-please, I-I made a m-mistake’’ he started begging, I rolled my eyes.
I was about to pull the trigger when he started crying, ‘’ Please, j-just until W-Wednesday  I just want to say goodbye to my w-wife and d-daughter, I might even have your money. Just a couple more days" i waved the gun thinking about “fine dave just till Wednesday, of you stop whining” he quickly grabbed his jacket "thank you thank you" "just dave so you know if you try to run. Ill make your death. Slow. Painful. Unforgivable. " he nodded quickly and ran out. I smirked as sam and cas came in to the lounge looking confused. ‘’well boys the job is done so time for drinks.
a few rounds later
I sat at the private bars waiting for the bartender, as he headed my way I was about to order a drink when a voice cut me off, ‘’Hi, can I have three beers please’’ her voice was soft and sweet and yet she sounded strong catching my attention, ‘’wow, three beers, I'm impressed sweetheart’‘ I leaned against the bar flashing an ‘innocent’ smile. soon I was met with the most dazzling (y/e/c) and a shy smile. ‘’heh do yo flirt with every girl that orders more than one drink’?’’ she questioned carefully pulling a strand of her (H/C) behind her ear, I caught my bottom lip between my teeth chuckling. ‘’ ah only the pretty ones’’ she blushed at that compliment ‘’ hm I bet you just say that’’ she said grabbing the beers the bartender set down she nodded and gave a small smile, thanking him, ‘’well I'm guessing you either came here with people or its been a rough day’’ she giggled ‘’I don't think I should tell you, I barley know your name’’ she said lifting an eyebrow.
‘’ well if you insist sweetheart, its Dean, Dean Winchester’’ and two girls who I thought I wouldn't see tonight appear by her side. What in the hell?
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loseitall-ff · 8 years ago
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I honestly want to get the hell out of New York but my manager keeps giving me these jobs to do, he has a point and said to get the promo pre-recorded which I am doing. I am like a mad man just getting it all out of the way, I just feel like I need to get back. I have this last interview with Angie and a club performance that was added, they paying good money so I will be doing that and hopefully get my ass out of New York after. I have been here for three days now “I know you want to run but trust me, getting this all done now will make your life easier” my manager said “I understand, I just have things on” side eyeing him “what could possibly be making you busy, you came to me about the album now you’re doubting it” I am not about to argue with this guy again, we already had an argument about it because I wanted to go back on the day. I feel so irritated by stupid things, it is just me trying to control my emotions though. I am a man that has sex all the time and now I am not having any so I am dying inside “be good to have your daughter with you for the promo tour, it’s a good tool kids” my eyebrows knitted together “my daughter is not promo, get that shit straight” I am so glad we are here finally, let’s get this shit done with.
Biting my bottom lip, I am waiting on Angie to ask me something stupid just because she always does. They always try and get the exclusive gossip from me and then they leak the shit early for views, I have been through this before “so the album Chris, tell me where your mind-set was at. I have heard this and there is a lot of” she paused thinking “home truths I would say” nodding my head “yeah yeah, I mean I was in that mind-set of being hurt” I froze realising what I said “who hurt you?” she spat smiling, I chuckled “uhm life hurt me, at that moment in time I locked myself away in VA and did this. I got some songs that I know a hell of a lot of people will understand and feel me on it” Angie nodded “I agree with you, there is some real good songs on here but Chris, there has been some rumours around. Now I know your album is coming out, but you and riri? What is happening? Now I am only saying this because there has been pictures around, there has been hero stories. You guys have bodyguards but it seems like you both are holding hands, are you together?” shaking my head smiling “I wish to not speak on it, Rihanna is my baby mother and I will protect her at all means. I wish to not speak on my personal life because it’s not anybody’s business, I think if me and shawty were to get back together that ain’t got nothing to do with the world” I don’t want people to know anything about us anymore “Mychal Kendricks, he said that she left him for you” clenching my jaw “Angie, if you want me to stay in this interview then you to quit with that shit, all I am going to say is that he a bitch nigga and you can keep this on there” rubbing my hands against my jeans, I am so angry.
Angie knows I am about to lose my shit “you know what Chris I understand you, you want to keep it to yourself then I applaud you” smiling at her lightly “on to a lighter subject, Liana Brown?” she let out a laugh “my god, she is beautiful. Those picture of her in London!” Now this is a subject I can speak about for hours “yeah yeah, that my girl” I said “fatherhood has really bought the good out of you, do you feel it? What is she like with you? You and Rihanna don’t live together so she sees you when she can right?” nodding my head “erm yeah, it’s been a big learning process for me, I kind of stopped making music and stopped going away. When I find out I was having a daughter I was like oh shit, a daughter. From then on I said to myself, I want to make sure I am Liana’ first love and I do feel I am doing that just right” smiling to myself “do you ever feel scared of fatherhood at all?” she questioned “I think I was, actually I am now. I worry about my daughter all the time, I think what scares me is people. I don’t want to suffocate her but I also want to keep her safe, it’s hard” rubbing my forehead, I miss Liana so much now “she is a bundle of headache and joys, I say headache because I already can see what she is going to be like but I love it, she is a Rihanna. She has my big ole ears, she is me but her personality is Rihanna. A diva” I groaned out, Angie laughed “you love it, don’t roll your eyes” she pointed “you ain’t been to a Liana tea party god dammit” I said while laughing “tea party? Did she dress you up?” shaking my head “nah, we had a tea party because I called her doll ugly and it was like make daddy suffer party she had. She had me apologising to her baby” shaking my head laughing.
“Make daddy suffer party” Angie repeated laughing “I would have love to see this, I really would” rubbing my face “she is my heart, I learn new things all the time. She loves chicken, we have chicken dates. She loves Beyonce, she loves girl songs. If I put my songs on and she don’t hear me sing she be shaking her head like no dad, girl song. She can accept boy songs but it has to have my voice in it, she is a child model now. I mean I don’t know because I am in between with that. Just because I want her to have her own, if my daughter wants to be a doctor then so be it or work with kids. She don’t need to be a singer or an actor, I feel her being in the limelight she don’t need. Shawty and I are trying to keep that away from her, she deserves a normal childhood where she can be a child and not have Chris and Rihanna screamed at her all the time” I honestly wish Liana didn’t have that headache because of us.
All interviews are done, thank god. I just want to get on that jet but I need to go to the club first which will be easy for me, sing a few songs and then stand there and dance. Opening the car door as I stepped out, I have honestly been feeling so bad being here. I have been calling Robyn but she is a straight up liar, she lies about shit that I wish she didn’t do like the fact she been keeping herself in her room. Mel been telling me the truth, Robyn been telling how she is ok and stop calling, I am not her problem, she is a burden. I don’t like her saying that, just scares me that shit. She is clearly depressed but Mel said she rather Robyn keep her ass in the room because she just keeps on crying and then she did odd shit like keeps on checking if the doors are locked, she is paranoid. She needs to fight this, she can’t let him win. She needs to tell, she needs to get him locked up because I am ready to kill him already. I know that motherfucker is in New York and I will flip a table, I will beat his ass and I don’t care for it.
I feel hormonal, is that even a word for men, but I feel it. I just want to release myself inside someone, I need release myself. Seeing Lo and Hood getting out of the second SUV with females, I have kept myself away from all that “cool” I said to Mijo, he placed his arm on my shoulder “over here” the security team for Marquee waved me over, this club is packed outside, are they not letting anyone in or what “move out, move out. Come on” Big D said trying to move people out of the way, my phone ringing in my hand. Looking down at my phone seeing Robyn’ name, I will be picking this up “babe” I said down the phone, it is so loud out here “sorry, I just wanted to speak to you” she would call at this moment in time “love you boo!!” this female screamed, frowning as I tried to listen Robyn’ voice “you good yeah?” I spat “I keep having nightmares” I just managed to hear “the fuck is taking so long” someone shouted behind us, looking behind me with my phone pressed against my ear “one minute” I said, seeing this big white guy “I think you need to back the fuck up homie” Lo stepped in front of him “come on Chris” Lo said acting all cool “right whatever” shaking my head “Chris I love you” Robyn said “I am so sorry I didn’t listen. Please come back to LA, I need you” swallowing hard hearing those words from her, it’s been so long since I heard those words “please stop crying” I said, this is not the time and place for this “you know I do too” finally we are moving inside “babe, listen to me. I will call you back, I just need to do this ok?” the music blaring as I got inside “please” she said before disconnecting the call.
Dancing on my own in the club with a blunt in my hand, I am not really on my own but I am trying to keep away from the hoes surrounding me, just the fact the very usual girls I fuck with are here. You have to be so careful because one slight move or look at these girls and then the blogs will say I am fucking them, I do not want that, not when Robyn is in this mind-set. She will take it literally, she already feels she has nobody and I hate that she is feeling that. Smiling to myself, look at me thinking about Robyn when I am in the club supposed to be enjoying myself but I can’t. I personally feel like I did nothing to help Robyn at all, I feel like I allowed it to happen and ran off to VA. Rubbing my chin feeling the chick in front of me just gyrating on me, my eyes widened looking like what the fuck. Lo laughed nudging me “nah, nah” holding my hands up moving back “I’m good” moving back, I am not here for that and I am struggling as it is so that cannot happen “come on” the female mouthed waving me back over “have him” pushing Mijo, he can have this.
Passing the bottle of Ace back to Mijo, I am done with drinking for the night. I have so many urges around me, stepping back as the three female dancers came to our VIP section thanks to Lo and Hood “come on nigga!!” Hood held out a shot to me, shaking my head “nigga!! We all having it” seeing the photographer taking pictures, the female dancer held the lemon for me to have and salt on the side of her hand “I hate y’all, seriously. Last drink aight” I said, Mijo laughed at me. Taking the shot from him “I want my own salt” I shouted, holding the side of my hand out. Lo rolled his eyes pouring the salt “y’all ready, 3,2,1” licking the salt and then downing the shot, scrunching my face up and the next thing I knew the female placed the lemon in my mouth, sucking on the lemon as we just stared at each other, she winked at me and moved the lemon back, she blow me a kiss walking off. I forgot all about having that shot now, shaking my head, they are just hoes.
Licking my lips looking ahead of me, seeing both of my bodyguards talking to each other. Seeing Big D pointing, looking to where he is pointing “we have Kendricks in the building” the DJ shouted, I felt the fun get sucked out of me instantly, it was like the lights shone down on both me and him at the same time. His eyes met mine and I saw red, he knows this is my night here the smug bastard. Balling my fist up, every ounce of hurt and trauma Robyn is going through right now seeped into me, a fucking rapist. Slowly walking off, a hand pressed on my chest “no!” Mijo said, I don’t care who is here. Pushing Mijo, he fell back into the crowd. Seeing Mychal run, he ran towards the front entrance. He going to catch this fade, I am going to beat his ass and I want the world to see and find out what he did.
Walking out of the entrance door, seeing Mychal waiting for his car, he has nowhere to go “fuck” I heard him say, he started trying to wave a cab over “you motherfucker! Why you running for!?” stepping off the sidewalk and onto the road “why you running!? Fight me you motherfucker, you pussy ass bitch you fucked her life up” a hand grabbed my arm “get the fuck off me, the world needs to know what he is! You sick fuck, you want to go home with him? I may be many of things but I am not you!” snatching my arm away from my bodyguard and running towards Mychal, Mychal dragged open the cab door but I kicked it back shut “you want her so bad, have her. She wants you!” he shouted, I want to scream the word rape so bad but I know Robyn will not forgive me “so you ruined her?” he put his hands up “come on fam, we good. Just let me go” he called me family, my fist met his face and that is when I felt myself hit the cab as Big D held me back “calm the fuck down” Big D all in my face, Clay pushing Mychal back “just go” Clay shouted at him.
I am just so angry, I feel so hurt because Robyn is hurting. He fucked with her and then had the nerve to say have her, punching the SUV window “holy fucking shit, Chris what the hell?” I don’t even feel the pain “he had the nerve to say that! To say have her!!! Like she is a piece of meat, oh my god. I want to kill him” I shouted, Mijo stared at me in shock “we will pay, just leave us everyone” I had to get the driver to stop the car because I wanted to be sick but it wasn’t that, I am just so angry “what is happening Chris? You look crazy” I need to calm down “from what I can hear and the parts you are telling me, he did something to Rihanna?” waving Mijo off “I want to walk, leave me be. Stay away from me, I want some air to think” I need to walk this off and be on my own, I feel so hurt for Robyn, if I feel this hurt I can only imagine on how she feels. Looking down at my phone “where you going?” Lo asked, I carried on walking opening the message from Mel.
From: Mel
To: Chris
Sorry to put this on you Chris but she is crying again, I managed to stop her mom from coming but you’re needed. Sorry.
Locking my phone letting out a sigh, this is going to be a battle with Robyn, but I owe this to her. I know that Robyn is there, I will bring that Robyn back but emotionally this is a rollercoaster, he is damaged her so much. I always do know how to make Robyn not cry, I just be speaking about the good times, she usually falls asleep while I do. I may have to stop this whole album release, my daughter and Robyn need me, I also need to find someone for Robyn to talk too, somehow sneak this person in, I am going to help her.
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bl0nd3-amb1t1on · 7 years ago
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Blog Post #1
August 8th 2014, my best friend and I went to a concert in Toronto at the Virgin Mobile Mod Club, her having just turned 19 and me being three months away from turning 19 it was both of our first experiences in a club. Even though I suppose it only half counts as that night it was just a small concert venue with a bar on one side and small seating area on the other. The whole day was quite an adventure and it made the day and the experience that much better. Not being fully honest with my parents about where we were going and then spending the night at her house so we wouldn’t get caught. For our specific experience we went for the VIP experience where we got to meet MKTO before the show and even had the chance to listen to an acoustic set before they were to actually perform. Relating this to lecture, it would be audience-as-agents because it sees the audience not as objects that are affected by the media, but that people are allowed to choose what media we will consume, allowing us to bring in our own interpretive skills that allow us to create our own meaning (Sullivan p. 7). We arrived at the venue shortly before 4 o’clock as we had to be there earlier than everyone else for the perks of being a VIP. We signed in, showed ID to prove that we were the ones that bought the tickets, and we got our backstage pass, and a small poster of the group. As we lined up outside of the venue waiting for them to let us in, one of the opening acts came out to greet fans and offer us some candy and even take pictures with us if we wanted. Unfortunately at that time I had not heard of this particular artist known by the name of Tiffany Houghton. She came down the walk way introducing herself to everyone and chatting with them for a few minutes before moving on to the next person in line. When she arrived and my friend Marissa and I she talked for a brief moment before pausing and commenting on how long my eyelashes were, naturally I was in heaven having a famous person, even if not famous world-wide still famous enough, to compliment me. She continued on about how I was the third or fourth person she had seen in the line with long eyelashes and stated that it must be something in the Canadian water. She talked for a few more moments and asked if we would like some candy to which we respectfully declined before continuing on to the next person. Once she was done she went back inside but not before telling us how excited she was to play for all of us.
The line eventually started moving as they were letting us into the venue, the security guard at the top of the line was asking if anyone was of legal age and if they wanted to wrist band to allow them to purchase alcohol at the bar during the show. This unfortunately slowed the line down and we’re impatiently waiting to not only see the band play but to actually get to meet them. The line was moving fairly quickly but it still felt slow.  Once we had reached the threshold of the doors to the club and we knew it wouldn’t be long now. The director to help make sure things moved slowly was asking fans if they were with a group of people if they wanted their photo’s with the group or separately. I personally wanted to get separate photos but my friend wanted to get them done together so I agreed, ultimately it didn’t matter it just would have been nice. Our turn was quickly approaching and I could feel my heartbeat increase, I was sure that everyone around me could hear it but at that point I was so happy that my heart could have exploded out of chest and I wouldn’t have cared.
The director yelled “Next!” It was our turn, we climbed up stairs to the stage and were instantly greeted by them hugging us and asking for our names. I’m trying to get my brain to cooperate so I can actually form a proper sentence amongst my excitement. I tell them my name and Marissa does the same. They call us by our name and we have a short conversation before the photographer calls our attention to have our picture taken. The boys stand on either side of us and the picture is taken, the photographer informs us that in 24-48 hours the photographs will be available online for us to save a copy, and that they will only be up for a week and then taken down. He said “it’s a very small window so make sure you don’t miss your chance”. It came and passed so quickly and yet it was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had. The idea of a parasocial relationship where I invest time and energy into following them on social media, watching anything they are involved in, and know so much personal information about them but they have no idea I exist; until this moment. In that moment I exist to them, they know how much I love them and support their dreams, and while they continue their tour and see hundreds of fans faces and inevitably they forget my face, my name, but in that moment it doesn’t matter. And now the idea of you has been planted in their thoughts, maybe they will remember you, maybe they will not. But no one will know so I can create whatever ideas I want and maintain this parasocial relationship.
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Once we had our meet and greet, we were able to claim a spot to watch the rest of the show from, there was no seats so you would just stand around the stage, and another benefit of being in the VIP was you were able to get extremely close to the stage. In this case there was only one row of people between us and the stage. Even being that close you could still perfectly see the entire stage. We waited and just talked amongst ourselves while the band finished the rest of the meet and greets and once they were finished they started the acoustic set. They played their more popular songs for this one ending off with their most popular song Classic. It was incredible to see them perform live; you get that feeling where it all of a sudden hits you that these people are real. If you have ever been to a concert you know the feeling I am talking about. Where you get a thrill and that excited feeling just being in the same room, to actually be able to see someone you admire in person, it is an indescribable feeling.
After the acoustic set was over the next act was not coming on was not until 7PM so we had an hour and a half to just hang around. This is when most people went to go get drinks or some even went back to the seating area to sit down while others, myself included, stayed where we were as we did not want to lose our spots. Time seemed to move fairly slowly, it was odd just standing there waiting for the next thing to happen, there was no music playing from the speakers just to have some form of noise, the only thing happening was the stage hands setting up between acts. This relates to Social Learning Theory in the way that we looked and observed those around us to find out how to use the time in between acts. What people did to pass the time, how people behaved, to try to fit into the crowd (Sullivan p. 45). Now where social learning theory is often applied to child it can be used in all lie stages and people grow and have new experiences and we learn how to act because of these experiences and also how these experiences affect our learning. Although hundreds of people were at this particular concert, not everyone experienced it the same way.
When the time finally came the lights dimmed and Tiffany came on to the stage. She talked to the crowd a bit to get a feel of what we were into as far as music goes. She asked if we like boybands and followed it up with a cover of What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction, the audience went crazy. She admits her love for boybands and how that inspired the first song she was going to preform: Band Boys. She played 4 or 5 songs then thanked the crowd for being a wonderful audience and that she couldn’t wait to come back and play for us again. This was followed by another intermission of 30-45 minutes long; most of the crowd seemed unfazed by this large gap of time in between acts where Marissa and I were confused. It was the first time we had been to concert in such a small venue, no more than 200 people in the crowd. Is this how it always was? Even at large concert there is usually a break but it is no more than 15 minutes and even then they usually still play music to keep the audience entertained but there was nothing. As odd as we found it, it didn’t really matter because overall the experience was amazing, being so close to the stage and still excited over the fact that we got to meet them.
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Finally the next opening act came on, another odd thing, never had I been to a concert where they had more than one opening act. This band was called Action Item, they had a small splay list of 5 songs, none of which I knew but they were catchy songs and I wanted to learn more about this band. They interacted with the crowd getting them to sing the lyrics along with them or trying to get us to dance along with them. At the end of their set, they asked if it was okay if they took a picture of the crowd, it was a ritual they had for each of their shows.
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Once they finished their set, there was a short intermission of 30 minutes before the main act came on. The lights dimmed one last time and the crowd went crazy as they walked on stage and their music started playing. They started off by doing what every artist does, asking how the crowd is doing, which is usually not followed by an answer but by a large amount of screaming. Of the 11 songs on their only album they played 10 songs, the one song they left out Marissa and I were disappointed as that was one of our favourites. During the performance, they included the crowd by reaching out to the crowd and holding hands with fans and at some points in the show hold the microphone out to the audience to allow the crowd to sing back to them. The idea of a concert follows along the lines of the three models of audiences, in this case it can fit into two categories: audience-as-mass in the sense that while you are aware of the people around you, but when the music starts playing you are now essentially in your own world, interpreting the music how you want, subject to your ideas and experiences. Everyone else around you simply just fades away while you focus on the band preforming (Sullivan p. 6). Or seen as audience-as-agents because the audience knowingly chose to come to this venue to hear them perform, they bought the tickets. We chose to listen to their music and support this group.
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Once the concert was over, that was the time to buy any merchandise. The one opening act Action Item came out and was standing at a both that had their EP that they were selling to try to get their name out there and to grow their fan base. That was the time you got to talk to them and we even got to take a selfie with one of the band members. They were walking around talking to fans to build that relationship with them and they were able to share their social media with the audience to allow them to get updates on when new material came out by these artists. We went up to the table that Action Item had set up because we liked their music and wanted to hear more. Marissa and I got to talk to the band directly while they were selling their EP and even got a selfie with one of the members.
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With all of the material that has been covered in lecture, I can now look back at this experience and think about how the audience reacts to the medium and why they act that way. This entire experience and it came to be can be shown through Sullivan’s idea of the power of the media, he states that power involves the ability of one party to alter the decisions made and experienced by another (Sullivan p. 19). My friend was introduced to the group because every time we were in the car I forced her to listen to one of their songs as I drove her home from school. Since then she also was interested in the group, so when I saw the opportunity to go and see them preform live there was no question, I bought the tickets. She was going regardless. Even when comparing the idea of the audience, and how it has changed through history much has stayed the same. Audience as a crowd which referred to the working class commoners which gathered at specific times and places to experience some form routinized behaviour (Sullivan p. 13). In this case, while it is not just for the working class anymore it is still very similar to this definition. Usually to maintain some fairness in the idea of a concert, there is a set list that does not change, so there is a certain level of predictability to a concert, there are still small changes made to make it appear like it is not the same show played over and over again. Essentially a crowd is gathering at a specific time and place for a show to be put on. Even during the concert there can be a modern form of media propaganda, in the sense of vendors trying to sell you merchandise with the groups, name or logo or even pictures on it, which are meant to be worn and act as walking billboard and essentially free advertisement While media propaganda typically refers to “disseminate or promote particular ideas” (Sullivan p. 36). It does work for concerts, the merchandise is a way to promote the band or group which ca help the popularity of the group grow.
 Works Cited
Sullivan, J. (2013). Media Audiences: Effects, users, institutions and power. Sage Publications Inc., New York, NY.
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grahamcandy-blog · 7 years ago
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A Kiss With a Fist
Cara drove Tom to the hospital in her car. They spoke about their likes, but primarily, it had to do with Comic Con. Cara told Tom that we were, in fact, going to Comic Con. Tom mentioned that he had offered me Backstage Passes to his Hall. He offered them to her, since she was driving him to the hospital, while I drove with Gregory. Cara happily agreed, and said yes. She had a request, which she prefaced, of course. “Is there anyway that I could possibly get backstage passes to The Walking Dead? I love Norman Reedus.” Tom thought about it for a moment, wondering if he knew someone there. He did, and instead of answering her, he made a call. “Hey, it’s Tom. Listen, ask Peter if he has an extra VIP badge for The Walking Dead...Yes...No...I hope so...” He stopped, and then was put back on the line. “Pete, it’s Tom. Hey, would you happen to have anymore backstage passes for The Walking Dead? I need one.” He nodded his head, and laughed, then smiled again. “Just hand them to Heather, and I will get them from her then, thanks mate. Cheers.” He hung up, and looked at Cara. “For driving me to see my agent, I got you two, one for you and one for...Miranda?” “Yes, it’s Miranda, and are you serious?!” Cara said, giddy with excitement. “Yes.”
“His BP was slightly elevated, but he has no signs of Tachycardia. He seems to be breathing okay, however, I did have to do some Chest Compressions since he had gone into Cardiac Arrest. I would suggest, for his attending, that maybe do a respiration test, and send him my way to run some MRI’s to make sure that it wasn’t something that he couldn’t control.” I said to the attending emergency nurses. They stopped after I handed them the chart, and I turned around. I felt like I was in a movie, where the beautiful man walks in, walks up to the pretty nurse, and kisses her. Seeing Cara with Tom brought me back to reality, as I realized that this was, in fact, real life. “How is he?” “He’s fine. Blood Pressure is slightly elevated, due to the resuscitation process that I put him through. Oh...” I turned around to face the still motionless nurse. “Roxanne?” “Hmm?” She replied. “Do an EKG on Mr. Hardwick, and make sure his blood work comes back as well.” She nodded, and walked off to do her job. “Seems you know what you’re doing.” Tom smiled. “I picked the right person to save him.” I smiled, and blushed slightly. “I was doing my job, Mr. Hiddleston.” “Tom.” “Sorry?” “Tom. Mr. Hiddleston is what I hear people call my father. I’m not that old.” “Ah, sorry. It is my sense of propriety, however. Now that I have your permission, Tom, call me Randa, she does all the time.” I said, motioning to Cara. “In two days, Comic Con!” She was far too excited.
The results on Gregory, Mr. Hardwick, came back fine. Cara had to go, since she needed to update her work website. The MRI was coming up. There was a knock at my door, and it was Tom. “May I come in?” He asked. I nodded, as I was in the middle of drinking my coffee. “Of course. An orderly has gone to bring Mr. Hardwick here. It should be a few minutes. Can I get you anything?” “Tea would be fantastic. I have not had any all day.” “Between you and me, the tea here sucks. After Mr. Hardwick’s MRI, I can take you to get some really good tea, not hospital tea, but good tea.” “Sounds lovely.” Tom smiled. “May I stay?” “Yeah. When he’s inside, don’t make him laugh, or anything. I do need to make sure he’s okay.” “No, absolutely. You seem very good at your job.” “Thank you. I worked my ass off to get here.” Tom smiled, sitting down in a chair next to me. He watched the three sets of computer screens, each one displaying something different. Mr. Hardwick, and nurse Colleen came in. A few other orderly’s came in to help with the transfer. They left, and he was ready. “Mr. Hardwick, can you hear me?” “Yes.” “Please stay as still as possible. If you move, we will have to do the test all over again.” “You got it, dear.” I smiled, and turned off the microphone. Tom scooted closer. “I’m surprised he listened to you. Takes me forever to get something through his thick skull.” “That’s probably because he thinks I’m pretty.” I joked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he asked you out in the ambulance.” I had to bite my lip. He actually had. “He did, didn’t he?” “Umm...” “That bastard. I do like him, but sometimes I wonder when he’ll take it too far.” I laughed, and let him know I was starting. It took about 20 minutes for the entire MRI to clear and be over. No obstructions in his brain, and everything was clear. Just a simple choking.
“Mr. Hardwick, you are perfectly healthy. However, because you did go into Cardiac Arrest, we want to keep you overnight for observation. Would you like us to assign someone to call in the event of an emergency?” I asked. “Tom, give her your phone number.” Tom sighed, but I could detect a hint of a smile. He wrote down his number on a notepad I handed to him. He wrote more than what I anticipated. “Alright. Please let me know if anything happens.” He pulled out his phone, as he was getting a call from his publicist. “I believe Charles is here. I will see you tomorrow, mate. Ms. Graves, it was truly a pleasure.” He gave me a smile, before departing. I looked down at the notepad, and it was his number, but also a message: ‘I’d like to get to know you. Text?’ I smiled, and put the note in my pocket.
The first place we got to go to at Comic Con, was, in fact, Tom’s venue. It was going to be a small one, then lead to bigger things over the weekend. Tom had two venues that weekend, the first a small following of the Night Manager, while the other was to promote Loki for Avengers. Cara did not have a backstage pass here, but I did. He wanted to introduce me to the small crowd. Cara situated herself in the front, sitting next to a blonde that had an ‘I heart TH’ shirt. She sat down, and giggled slightly. The event started with a huge round of applause for the actors. When it was Tom’s turn to speak, he acknowledged that the week had been quite hellish, but everything was back to normal. “My agent decided that he wanted to choke on me, and I am not skilled in resuscitation. I did, slightly, panic, but in my panic, a lovely angel came to my rescue. She was quick, she was calm, and she saved his life. I couldn’t think of a better way to thank you, since chocolate and flowers didn’t suffice, although, I did send her some.”
‘“Hi, package for a Miss Graves.” The delivery man said. Cara signed for them, as I walked in, just as she was closing the door. “What is it?” I asked. “It’s for you,” She said. I went to open it, when I received a message. It was from Tom. I had to text him about Mr. Hardwick, and when he found out he was fine, we ended up texting until the early morning that night. A day later, and the package was there. The text read, ‘Hope these make your day a little brighter, and a little sweeter.’ I smiled, and read the note on the box. ‘Thank you for saving a life. You deserve this, and more.’ I opened them, and there was a bouquet of red roses, and Lindt chocolate. I smiled, and texted back. ‘This is amazing, thank you.’
I smiled at the thought, and realized that he was about to do something bad. “So, if you please help me to give her a round of applause, and for her to come out.” I heard the applause, and I walked out, blinded by the light. I found my way to Tom, and he gave me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. “We are about to open for questions in a moment...” Cara was sitting next to the blonde, when she immediately stood up, and rushed to the microphone. She didn’t let Tom finish when she began speaking. “So, she gets that kind of thanks for saving a life, as you claim, but all I get is a card with your supposed autograph on it. What the hell is that shit?! That bitch shouldn’t be getting kissed by you.” Tom was about to call for security, when the blonde was punched out by Cara. “Don’t you fucking talk about my sister that way you dumb bitch!” Cara was pulled off of the woman, who’s name was Malory. They took both of them to the security office. I excused myself from Tom, and went with her.
They sat Cara down, but she was calm, still pissed. I knocked to get in, showing my badge. They allowed me in, and I gave Cara a hug. “What were you thinking? We can get kicked out.” “She called you a bitch. Only I get to call you that.” I smiled, and gave her another hug. “Dude, that chick was knocked out...fucking hilarious.” I heard a voice behind the door say. We pulled away from the hug when the door opened to reveal Tom, and someone else. Apparently, The Walking Dead’s Norman Reedus was signing an autograph in front of Tom’s venue when he saw the smack down. He thought it was brilliant, and wanted to go see the person who got hit, and the person who did the hitting. He saw Malory first, and gave her a smile. “People shouldn’t be called name. Dick move.” He then turned his attention to Cara. “You are awesome! That was brilliant. I’m Norman, and I’ve just become a huge fan.” He smiled, coming over and giving Cara a hug. I moved away, as Cara could barely move. I walked towards Tom, who instinctively wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “You okay?” I looked up at him, and smiled. “Never better.”
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pcwpolwrestling · 8 years ago
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McGill Upsets the Establishment's Apple Cart: Loose Cannons Unleashed 10 Preview
Last weekend at PCW Politico War on P-SPAN, taped in Revere, Massachusetts, the Establishment thought they’d pulled an outright coup on PCW Owner Dawn McGill

(REPLAY: 5/5 PCW Politico War on P-SPAN)Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell of the American Patriots, Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi from the Progressive Alliance, ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann and CSPN (Corporate SportsEntertainment Programming Nation) CEO Mark Splitter announced from the stage their ‘booking’ for PCW Loose Cannons Unleashed 10. Joining them on stage, the members of the Progressive Alliance, American Patriots, and the SEC.
Loose Cannons Unleashed 10 Co-Main Event
PCW Tag Team Title:Starz N. Stripes and Magnum P.O.’d (American Patriots) ©vs. James the Jeep Worker and Union Jack Taylor (Progressive Alliance) vs. Big Oil and Kirk Walstreit (Sports Entertainment Corporation)
PCW Title:Yamamoto Tanaka (Sports Entertainment Corporation) vs. Texas Jack (American Patriots) vs. The Ultimate Social Justice Warrior (Progressive Alliance)
CSPN CEO Mark Splitter then hailed the announcement and defended the exclusion of wrestlers from the ‘lesser factions’ who ‘probably don’t deserve to have the opportunity to wrestle for titles. That brought a few boos from the crowd.
McMann got on the microphone and claimed that adding an ‘independent’ wrestler who does not wrestle for one of the ‘big three’ factions to the match would be the equivalent to the NCAA adding Western Michigan of the Mid-American Conference to college football’s ‘chosen four’ tournament to determine the national champion.
Then later on in the show

PCW Owner Dawn McGill, on crutches due to the attack on her knee the week before at a Missouri Valley Wrestling show, walked out on stage accompanied by her friend – who also just happened to be Russian – Svetlana Kovaleski

McGill confronted Mr. McMann.
Dawn McGill: 
you don’t get it. Paul Ryan, Mitch McConnell, Nancy Pelosi, and Chuck Schumer don’t get it. I wonder sometimes if Donald Trump actually gets it.   PCW is not here for you. PCW is not here for Mark Splitter. PCW is not here for the Sports Entertainment Corporation. PCW is not here for the American Patriots. PCW is not here for the Progressive Alliance. PCW is here for
the fans.
McGill pauses for the resulting ovation.
Dawn McGill: That’s right. From the beginning, when we stopped the practice of liberally giving out free tickets to a PCW shows and opened up the front sections of seats to ordinary folks instead to VIP’s and political friends- PCW has been about the people. Do you know who’s not for the people?
McGill pointed at McMann and Splitter.
Dawn McGill: You aren’t

McGill turned and pointed to the back.
Dawn McGill: 
the American Patriots aren’t and neither are the Progressive Alliance. You aren’t turning PCW into your own personal BCS and excluding wrestlers from title contention. No. That’s not happening on my watch.
McMann then got in McGill’s face.
Mr. McMann: You need to be careful and stay in your lane. There’s a lot of money riding on Loose Cannons Unleashed and I’m not going to allow you to-
*THWACK*
*THWACK
THWACK
THWACK*
McGill bent the steel crutch with three shots to the top of McMann’s head. Splitter reached out to grab McGill

*THWACK*
McGill nailed him with the crutch (now bent at a ninety degree angle) and sends Splitter spinning to the floor. This brings American Patriot’s Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell, Progressive Alliance’s Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer out and they implore McGill not to do what she’s about to do.
Dawn McGill: No. You guys had a chance to do the right thing. You blew it. First off, PCW does not do three way dances for titles.  It’s one on one
or two on two for tag teams.  So here’s how we’re going to do this. Tomorrow night (May 6th) in Burlington, Massachusetts, six tag teams and four singles wrestlers will vie for title shots at Loose Cannons Unleashed 10.
PCW Tag Team Title:James the Jeep Worker and Union Jack Taylor (Progressive Alliance) Big Oil and Kirk Walstreit (Sports Entertainment Corporation)‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay and ‘No Frills’ Chris Escondido (Les Miserables) The Dork Dynasty: Leonard and Sheldon Robertson The Bi-Partisan Dream Team: Blue Dog D and RINO- The Wonk Machine The Bomb Brothers: A. Tom Bomb and Hy Drogen Bomb
PCW Title:Texas Jack (American Patriots) The Ultimate Social Justice Warrior (Progressive Alliance) William Daniels Bryan (Les Miserables) Rah- The Sunshine God
So, the next night in Burlington, Massachusetts, an angry Mr. McMann stormed out to the ring to vent his feelings over McGill’s rearranging of the booking.
(REPLAY: PCW House Show- Burlington, MA)Mr. McMann paces back and forth in the ring.
Mr. McMann: Let me get this straight. *I* am the Sports Entertainment Genius. *I* put together a show with the help of CSPN’s Mark Splitter that PCW fans will want to see. And Dawn McGill overrules ME? All because PCW is there
FOR THE PEOPLE? Here’s a newsflash
*BLEEP* the people. What do big corporations care about? Making money. Right now, I don’t see PCW playing big city arenas that attract big money. I see PCW running crappy small town shacks that don’t attract the money. Look, do you see politicians hobnobbing with people who don’t contribute to their campaigns? Hell, no. Why should pro wrestling be any different? Dawn McGill
you’ve made a big mistake.
Nevertheless, the matches kicked off starting with the first of two three-way tag team elimination match- winners of each match meet to become the new #1 contender.
The Dork Dynasty: Sheldon and Leonard Robertson defeat the Bi-Partisan Dream Team: Blue Dog D and RINO-The Wonk Machine and ‘Red Solo Plastic Cup’ Ray McAvay and ‘No Frills’ Chris Escondido (Les Miserables)That’s right. First, Sheldon Robertson of the Dork Dynasty snatched the microphone from ring announcer Kimber Marshall and bellowed: “I AM THE GREATEST SCIENTIFIC WRESTLER IN THE WORLD!” Then he executed a perfect Damascus head-leglock submission on Blue Dog D for the first elimination of the match.
Leonard was working on an Indian Deathlock to submit Ray McAvay but Sheldon tagged himself in and went one better- an Inverted Indian Deathlock to eliminate the Les Miserables and advance on.
Things went a little sideways before match two. PCW Director of Security James Comey came out to reassure the fans that despite the SEC’s threat, this match would have a clean, non-controversial ending.
James the Jeep Worker and Union Jack Taylor (Progressive Alliance) defeat Big Oil and Kirk Walstreit (Sports Entertainment Corporation) and A. Tom and Hy Drogen Bomb Clean ending? Ah
no. Non-controversial? Definitely not. Comey outright cost the Bomb Brothers their shot and then interfered late to throw the match to the Progressive Alliance.
Post-match, Mr. McMann, CSPN, and even the American Patriots were furious with Comey. Trey Gowdy (R-SC) of the American Patriots cornered Comey backstage and peppered him with question after question concerning the match.
Next up, the PCW Title #1 contender’s semi-finals.
William Daniels Bryan (Les Miserables) defeated Texas Jack (American Patriots) The Les Miserables were ringside in full force. Mr. McMann and the SEC backed up the American Patriots. Much to Mr. McMann’s disgust, Bryan won with the Cattle Mutilation and advanced on.
The Ultimate Social Justice Warrior (Progressive Alliance) defeated Rah Once again, PCW Director of Security James Comey interfered when Rah was about to hit the Eye of Rah! on USJW and cost the Sunshine God the match.
At this juncture, the Progressive Alliance were very pleased with Director Comey.
PCW Tag Team Champions Starz N. Stripes and Magnum P.O.’d defeated Dick Van Damn and the Fainting Goat Kid in a non-title match The tag champs had little trouble dispatching DVD and the FGK.
PCW TAG TEAM #1 CONTENDER’S MATCH The Dork Dynasty: Sheldon and Leonard Robertson defeat James the Jeep Worker and Union Jack Taylor (Progressive Alliance) James Comey giveth; James Comey taketh away. James and Union Jack dominated the early going. But Comey jumped in and attempted to club Sheldon with a steel chair, missed, and wiped out Union Jack instead. Sheldon Robertson then got on the microphone

Sheldon: I just want to point out once again that we are a scientific wrestling team.  We stand on the shoulders of great scientific wrestlers like Lou Thesz, Verne Gagne, Nick Bockwinkle
and I am head and shoulders better than any of them.
Sheldon slapped on the Indian Death Lock on James the Jeep Worker for the upset win. The Dork Dynasty will face PCW Tag Team Champions Starz N. Stripes and Magnum P.O.’d at Loose Cannons Unleashed 10 for the tag belts.
PCW TITLE #1 CONTENDER’S MATCH William Daniels Bryan (Les Miserables) defeated Ultimate Social Justice Warrior (Progressive Alliance) Then to make matter even worse, Comey tried again to intervene on behalf of the Progressive Alliance and accidently helped Bryan get his rematch against PCW Champion Yamomoto Tanaka at Loose Cannons Unleashed 10.
The Progressive Alliance went ballistic after the match at Comey’s interference- when it backfired against them.
Post-match, Mr. McMann also went on an epic backstage tirade following the match. His evening would get worse.
MAIN EVENT/HEARTLAND TITLE MATCH Charlie Blackwell © (Les Miserables) defeated P.M.C. Banks (Sports Entertainment Corporation) to retain the title. Banks tried hard but the SEC came up empty at the end when Blackwell put the challenger in the Katahajime to retain the title.
So, here are the title matches on tonight’s PCW Loose Cannons Unleashed 10 supershow.
PCW Tag Team TitleStarz N. Stripes and Magnum P.O.’d © (American Patriots) vs. The Dork Dynasty: Sheldon and Leonard Robertson w/Penny and Amy
PCW Title‘Japanese SuperDestroyer’ Yamamoto Tanaka (Sports Entertainment Corporation) vs.‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan (Les Miserables)
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