#just gotta post the scenes so I stop fussing at them

[laundrybiscuits]

(grace coming out of the void tag)

He mixes Eddie a passable gin and tonic, adding a little squeeze of lime and a couple cucumber slices, while Jeff heads back out to the party. 

“So, you and Helen…?” Steve asks. He thinks he sounds totally normal. Casual, even.

Eddie laughs, then stops abruptly. “Oh, shit. You’re serious? I’m gay, dude.” 

“Oh.”

“I—huh. I really thought you knew.” Eddie looks thoughtful. He’s frowning a little. “Guess this puts a few things into context. Gonna be honest, I’m surprised you missed it. Hell, I’m surprised Robs didn’t spill the beans one way or another. Love her to death, but our girl’s not the greatest with keeping a lid on things.”

Steve feels a wash of heat in his face, and he’s not even really sure why. “I mean…it’s not like I didn’t guess you were, y’know, something. I thought—bisexual, maybe?” 

It’s not totally true, but it’s not totally false, either. Steve hadn’t gotten so far as putting any specific words around what he thought Eddie might be or what Eddie might like, he’d just wondered in a formless sort of way. 

“Nah,” says Eddie. “I mean, never say never, but. Historically, no.” 

Steve lets the word historically roll around in his jaw, in his back teeth. He feels okay about it, he decides. He knows it’s not—Steve had a serious long-term girlfriend less than a month ago. He’s just always been the jealous type, even when he knows it’s not right or fair. He’s working on it. 

Steve gets these stories in his head, is the problem. He gets to thinking like everything’s going to work out because it has to; like all the pain and bullshit will all make sense someday and be worth it. 

It’s kid stuff, thinking that way. Sometimes things just hurt, and there’s no point to it. Sometimes pain’s just pain, and Steve Harrington is single at Christmas again, dying slow in a one-horse town. 

“Hey, this G&T’s pretty good,” says Eddie. He grins all bright and boyish, looking nineteen again for a second. “Thanks, man.” He tips his glass towards Steve in a little salute, then saunters out of the kitchen.

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Once, Steve had asked his mom: why didn’t you guys ever move out of Hawkins?

I don’t know, Steven, she’d said. Well, your dad’s job was here. We thought it was a nice safe town for you to grow up in. Don’t you like Hawkins? 

Steve had shrugged and said sure and that had been the end of it. He does like Hawkins. He likes seeing familiar faces around, though it seems like there’s fewer of those every year. He likes how safe it feels, because he’s made it that way. He’s bled for Hawkins. Feels like that’s some kind of bond he can’t break. Sometimes at night when he can’t sleep, he grabs his old nail bat and goes to stand out in the woods, breathing hard, waiting for something anything anything to come at him. 

Nothing ever has, not since 1986. It makes him feel a little crazy to remember that the time when he fought monsters and Russians was only about three years all told. It had felt like forever at the time. He really had thought that that was going to be his life, his real life. Everything else—school, work, girls—had felt like stuff he’d been doing in his downtime between the real stuff: hauling around ungrateful brats and beating the shit out of the forces of evil like something out of Saturday morning cartoons. 

But it’s been six years of downtime, and lately he’s been wondering if that’s just how life goes. Vivid and wild at the start, but then the colors fade. 

Last year, he’d gone to Christmas at Laura’s parents’ house. It had been a big house that looked almost exactly like the one he’d grown up in, with twinkling white lights outside; inside was a big tree by a crackling fireplace. There’d been an Irish Setter named Dooley who was pretty great. All the ornaments had matched. He’d had two glasses of white wine and went home by nine to have perfectly good sex with Laura and go to sleep at a reasonable hour. 

He’d woken up at two in the morning for no reason. He couldn’t grab his bat and go into the woods because Laura had been right there sleeping next to him, so he’d just stared up at the ceiling not thinking about anything as his heart beat faster and faster for a very long time. He’d known then that he had to break up with Laura, even though they’d only been going out for a couple months, but he kept putting it off because it just hadn’t seemed worth it to end things. There hadn’t seemed to be any point.

[thelanguishing]

the first promise he ever made (mouthpiece x velma)

a/n: i definitely need to dive into other couples but velma has always been such an attractive character to me that i love thinking about her and how she would act in all sorts of situations. as requested by @findaway-anastasia, this is how i thought mouthpiece and velma’s first date would go! it’s so funny that when i posted my first ever piece of writing, i thought i would just post that and be done with it, but once you start writing, the ideas keep coming and it feels like you can’t stop. the best part about writing about the same people in one timeline is that there are little details of mouthpiece and velma’s relationship that i like to link together between each of my stories. i wonder if anyone who has read more than one of my stories spots them too? anyway, apologies for the ramble, i hope this piece brightens your day a little! 

word count: 2286 

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‘Oh, c’mon Vel, it’s been so long since you went on a date. Please, just this once! I promise ya, if ya don’t like him, ya ain’t ever gotta see him afta tonight. Hand to heart.’ Mamie pleaded with her best friend.

‘Ugh, fine, but Mamie! Ya better be right that he’s funny. The last date I went on I nearly cried because of how borin’ that guy was. I ain’t ever sitting through somethin’ like that again.’ Velma threatened jokingly, with just an edge of sharpness to show that she wasn’t really kidding. It was so frustrating to waste a perfectly good night on some guy that wanted nothing more than to get into her pants. But ever since Mamie started dating Diesel, a long-standing Jet member, she’d been wheedling a yes out of Velma to get her to go on a date with one of the single Jets. Velma could only reject her best friend’s pleas for so long, especially after this new boy called Mouthpiece came into the scene. Mamie seemed to have gotten it into her head that he would be perfect for her.

As Mamie fussed with Velma’s hair in preparation for her date, they finally settled on wavy tresses with delicately done braids on both sides of her head. The way Mamie spoke about Mouthpiece had Velma’s curiosity piqued. Thanks to Mamie’s incredible detective skills, she’d fed Velma with an arsenal of background information about the boy, especially in relation to the other Jets. According to Mamie, Mouthpiece was the same age as Velma, and went to the school in the poorest part of the West Side. He was their designated messenger, though he was shaping up to be a pretty poor one.

‘Diesel’s always complainin’ that Mouthpiece ain’t ever shut his mouth and then all the important information gets lost with his blabbering.’ Mamie giggled as she gently ran her fingers through Velma’s hair.

Velma only smiled thoughtfully in response. Huh, a talkative gang member. That was pretty rare. Most of the gang members she knew were the strong, silent type. She knew Ice and Diesel certainly were.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted their gossip session. Velma smoothed her dress and proceeded to the door, opening it to reveal a waiting Diesel and Mouthpiece.

‘Have fun, you two!’ Mamie cheerily exclaimed as she linked her arm through her boyfriend’s, while Diesel happily pecked her cheek. As the two lovebirds left, Velma turned to notice Mouthpiece staring at her with a slightly dazed expression.

‘Mouthpiece? You’re staring.’

Immediately, Mouthpiece regained his senses, a slight tint of pink dusting his cheeks.

‘Oh.’ He quickly replied, too afraid to say anything else that would betray his embarrassment.

Most girls probably would have been visibly confused by his strange behavior, or at least thrown him a teasing remark. What astonished him was that Velma had simply shrugged it off and given him a small smile, leading him out of her apartment building.

As he walked beside her, he couldn’t help but sneak a couple glances at her out of the corner of his eye. He was sure he’d never seen someone so beautiful in all his life. Her brown hair framed her symmetrical face perfectly, and those blue eyes of hers. They looked so gentle yet piercing. It almost felt like he was looking at a doll.

‘So, Mouthpiece, where’re we going?’ Velma finally asked, turning to give him her full attention.

The second those blue eyes came into full view, Mouthpiece felt like his breath had escaped him all over again. It took all his strength to muster his wits enough to formulate a reply.

‘I thought we could go to this diner. It ain’t fancy, but the food’s really good.’ Mouthpiece suggested tentatively, hoping she would like his idea. He’d known the chef for quite a while now, and could get the cheapest prices for the largest portions. Frankly speaking, he didn’t know if he could afford much more than that. It had seemed like a solid idea when he first ran it through with Tiger, but looking at this high-class girl who lived in her fancy apartment building, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

A wave of relief washed over him as she offered him another small smile, nodding her head.

‘That sounds lovely. Lead the way.’

As they made their way to the diner, Mouthpiece did what he did best in uncomfortable situations — talk. But what would be the best thing to say to this wonderful specimen of a girl walking beside him? He wanted to say something clever, something insightful. Something to make her think that he was more than just a street rat.

Instead, what came out was, ‘Ya think we ever see the same bird twice?’

Velma couldn’t help the uproarious laughter that burst out. She couldn’t believe her ears, but in the best way possible. No one had ever asked her such a genuine and arbitrary question before. Instinctively, she let her stiff back loosen and her shoulders slacken. This was going to be a fun night.

If he had thought her smile was gorgeous, her laugh had to be ten times prettier. No, a hundred times more. Her smile was pretty, without a doubt. But it was guarded; it felt like a part of her porcelain personality. That laugh, however, was unbridled and liberated. He felt how sincere that chuckle was, how amused she truly had been. That melodious sound was music to his ears, and what amazed him more was that she was laughing at something he said. He had made her laugh! Even though his plan to be learned had backfired massively. It astounded him — his ridiculous self had actually started to win her over.

Nevertheless, encouraged by her delighted reaction, they struck up an easy conversation, the two of them bonding over the simplest of things like a shared love for dances, and the way the pigeons in the West Side creeped them out. With every passing minute, Mouthpiece could feel himself falling for her more and more. It was in the way she paid complete attention to all of his replies, in the way her eyes lit up as they discussed dancing, in the way that cool and composed doll-like demeanor seemed to melt away around him.

Finally, as they reached the diner, they settled in and began ordering. A first-timer, Velma instinctively reached for the menu, but Mouthpiece immediately stopped her.

‘There’s a secret menu around here. That book doesn’t have anya the good stuff ya oughta be tryin’.’ Mouthpiece whispered conspiratually.

Velma couldn’t help but grin at the excited, adorable figure before her. Conversation flowed so naturally between the two of them, and every moment with him was interesting and unexpected. Damn Mamie. She really nailed this one.

‘Ya order then. I trust you,’ Velma replied casually, smiling brightly at him.

Butterflied erupted in his stomach the second he heard that. It was ridiculous, really, the hold she already had on him on their first meeting. But when she just said those three words in that offhand way of hers, it almost felt like a promise. Like he didn’t ever want to break that trust.

All his life, Mouthpiece never understood the point of promises. Promises meant expectations, and expectations meant disappointment. No one in his life had ever exceeded his expectations. The Jets were the best thing he had ever had, and even they didn’t count. They were brothers, sure, but they were also mirrors of their broken families and traumatic pasts. All of them reminded Mouthpiece of himself, and God knows he was a disappointment too.

But this girl. She seemed untainted by the troubles of their neighborhood, of the world, really. So far she’d done nothing but pleasantly surprise him. So for the first time ever, Mouthpiece made himself a promise.

I won’t ever break this girl’s trust.

As the two of them quickly demolished their specials, Velma found herself observing the boy opposite her. If she was being honest with herself, prior to leaving the house, she had been fully resigned to sitting through a bland conversation that she would have had to carry. However, Mouthpiece had been anything but. He was witty and hilarious, and the fierce loyalty he displayed to the Jets was touching to see. Not to mention he’s easy on the eyes too, she privately thought before fighting the creeping blush on her cheeks.

‘Shall we go? I have one more place I wanna bring ya to.’ Mouthpiece asked as he extended his hand to her, their food now finished.

If Velma was surprised by his advances, she didn’t show it. Smiling at him, she easily slipped her hand in his as they headed off, lightheaded in each other’s presence.

If their conversation had been easy, the comfortable silence they had between them was even easier. Mouthpiece never felt at ease with silence; it was the perfect breeding ground for his thoughts to run wild in the quiet. It caused him to recall the depressed silence from his ma after she got a beating from his pa. It made him remember the times he had to stifle his own noisy tears on the roof in case anyone heard. But with Velma, his thoughts were miraculously grounded. She effortlessly occupied all of his headspace with her laugh and her smile and her words. It was only with her that he felt even vaguely relaxed in the silence.

Turning the corner, Mouthpiece gestured to their destination. Beautiful bouquets adorned the stall, with a couple of baskets of flowers at the foot. An assortment of roses, tulips and lavender were displayed in that little flower stand. Looking at Velma’s surprised but pleased expression, an inexplicable sense of pride filled his chest.

‘I know yous girls love flowers, so I thought you’d like this place,’ Mouthpiece admitted. Truthfully, he hadn’t planned on doing this prior to their meeting. But he’d liked Velma so much that he knew he wanted to see her again, and this ingenious little ploy of his was to suss out her favorite flower so he could bring it for her in future.

That is, if she wanted to see him again.

‘Oh, Mouthpiece, this is so sweet of you. Thank you, I love this stand!’ Velma exclaimed in a most uncharacteristic squeal, before throwing her arms around him in an excited hug. She’d been so delighted all night, and this wonderful surprise sent her over the moon. For all that Velma’s family seemed so well-to-do, she really was a simple girl, easily satisfied by the smallest gestures.

Taken aback by her forwardness, Mouthpiece momentarily froze, before quickly regaining his senses to hug her back. She was so warm, sunshine personified. He never wanted to let go.

If there was any doubt that she’d want to see him again, it was all but gone now.

Settling on a small bouquet of red roses, Velma blissfully linked her arms in his, sniffing the flowers as they strolled back to her apartment. No boy had ever been this thoughtful to her on a date, and Velma relished in this careful attention. It wasn’t practiced or rehearsed; she could feel that he was genuinely trying to do all the right things with her, and that attempt alone meant more to her than anything else.

Night had fallen, and though Velma wasn’t truly cold, she delighted in the excuse to lean on Mouthpiece’s shoulder just a little more, to hold his arm just a little tighter, and to walk just a little slower.

Mouthpiece, on the other hand, struggled between getting his brain not to short-circuit and actually enjoying the date. She was perfect, so perfect, that the broken part in him couldn’t see how she could ever enjoy his company, never mind like him. But there she was, her head gently resting on his shoulder as they took a detour back to her apartment, and he had to pinch himself to remind him that it was all real.

Inevitably, as they finally got back to her home, she slowly turned to him and looked at him longingly.

‘I had a great time tonight, Mouthpiece. Thank you for taking me, and for the flowers.’

‘No, yea, sure. I had a great time too,’ he stammered. His palms started to become clammy, as his mind ran a mile a minute in anticipation for what he wanted to do.

Kiss her now. Hurry up.

But he stood there frozen, paralysed by apprehension and hesitation. Would this scare her away? Would she slap him for moving things too fast? What if her parents opened the door and saw their daughter standing there with a juvenile delinquent?

For a few seconds, Velma kept her gaze on him. But seeing his outwardly blank stare, she tried her best to mask her crestfallen expression, and turned away to head into her apartment.

As if broken in his trance by her turning away, he hurriedly grasped her wrist. This was now or never.

Do it, you idiot.

Before he could overthink any more, Mouthpiece pressed his lips to hers, his emotions of the night all poured out in that one action. Excitement, comfort, gratitude, infatuation, and the beginning of an overwhelming feeling he couldn’t quite identify yet.

He felt her kiss him back gently, relief coursing through his veins as he confirmed her feelings.

And she’s a good kisser too. How perfect can one girl be?

Finally pulling away, she shyly asked, ‘Does that mean I’ll see you again?’

Her irresistible expression compelled Mouthpiece to pull her into a warm hug. God, she was just perfect.

‘You can count on it, sweetheart.’

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

an icarus and his sun: chapter 4

A/N: what's this? jimmy may be finally leaving denial station? and gray-aroace jimmy because i said so? hell yeah. also more seablings pog!! i do also have the next chapter written already bc it has one of the scenes that was basically the whole reason i wrote this fic, but i'm gonna wait until tomorrow to post it (mostly bc i wanna make sure i have the chapter after that one written bc of... reasons >:) the next chapter is a tad cliffhanger-y and i just don't want y'all to have to wait too long)

Warnings: teasing/banter, flirting, realization of feelings

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The invitation for the House Blossom Ball arrived, with a separate handwritten note along with it from Katherine that very pointedly reminded Jimmy to dress up and maybe lose the cod head. Something about how it wasn’t “fancy enough” or whatever. Jimmy felt the cod head was acceptable for any occasion, not to mention he felt weird with his whole head being in view- but maybe he could compromise for Katherine. He’d have to figure out some sort of other headpiece… but the ball wasn’t for a few days anyway. Jimmy had plenty of time to figure out an outfit. In the meantime, he had some work to do on his slime farm. And of course, who else should be there but Scott when Jimmy came up from his farm. He was sitting on the roof of the slime farm entrance, legs swinging idly.

“What are you doing here,” Jimmy asked with a tired sigh, really hoping that he wouldn’t have to deal with another fight with Scott. Scott hopped down from the roof, gliding a bit before landing in front of Jimmy.

“Oh same as always, I was bored and you’re fun to bother,” Scott said with a shrug and a playful grin. Jimmy glowered at him, putting his hands on his hips.

“Oh no, not today! I’m not letting you get under my skin anymore!” Jimmy said, determination in his tone. Scott raised an eyebrow as his grin morphed into a smirk, and there was that squirming, fluttery feeling from their fight again.

“Are you sure about that?” Scott crooned, a clear challenge in his voice. Jimmy shut his eyes, taking a deep breath before shifting his expression into something more neutral.

“Absolutely,” he said firmly, walking past Scott towards his base. Scott seemed surprised for a moment, before getting his bearings and following after Jimmy.

"Not even over this?" Scott asked, walking beside Jimmy and tossing something green up in the air before catching it again. Jimmy stopped walking, brows furrowed in confusion. Scott stopped too, looking him in the eyes as he tossed the object again- a slimeball.

"How- where- when did you- where did you get that from?!" Jimmy demanded. The only way people got slime was from his empire.

“Got it from one of your chests- thought you wouldn’t mind,” Scott replied with a shrug, that smirk still irritatingly present on his face.

“I very much do mind! Give that back!” Jimmy demanded, lunging forward to try and grab the slimeball from his hand. Scott darted back, flapping his wings and sending a gush of wind to push Jimmy back.

“You’re gonna have to catch me, fish boy,” Scott teased, before taking off into the sky. Jimmy grit his teeth in frustration.

“I’m the Codfather!” he protested, equipping his elytra and taking off after Scott. Scott laughed, dipping and twirling in the sky while Jimmy struggled to keep up. Going after someone who had actual wings while Jimmy only had an elytra was a definite disadvantage, but Jimmy was a little too stubborn to care. Scott climbed higher into the sky with ease, Jimmy following close after- and then the sun hit Scott’s wings and Jimmy just about fell out of the sky. The sun’s rays caught the gold tips of his wings, making them shimmer. But it wasn’t just the sunshine reflecting off his wings- it was the way Scott’s whole face seemed to shine like the sun with his smile and how the wind ruffled his usually neat hair. It was how his laugh sounded as if the shimmering of gold made a sound. It was how those icy blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he held the slimeball victoriously above his head. It was how Scott’s expression suddenly melted from that of a mischievous trickster to something almost fond. All of those things caused that pleasant flip-flopping feeling in his stomach to return, and Jimmy suddenly pitched down because of it. He quickly righted himself, flushing in embarrassment and glaring at Scott’s resulting smirk.

“Guess you aren’t one of those flying fish, huh,” he teased.

“Just give me the slimeball back!” Jimmy demanded. Scott laughed, and it felt like flowers blooming in Jimmy’s chest.

“You get so fussed over the littlest of things,” he said, still laughing. Jimmy got the feeling that he should have been angry at Scott’s teasing, he was making fun of him, after all! But instead, Jimmy couldn’t help but smile back. To Jimmy’s surprise, Scott seemed startled by that, eyes going wide and a half gasp, half laugh escaping his lips.

“Sometimes you gotta appreciate the little things in life! You miss those things when you fly above everything and live up and away from the world in the mountains,” Jimmy pointed out with a laugh. Scott pondered this, slowly floating back to the ground as he did so. Jimmy tilted his head to the side in confusion, coming to a landing beside him. Scott was staring at the slimeball in his hands with a mix of wonder and bafflement. Shaking his head, Scott reached out for Jimmy’s hand and pressed the slimeball into it, both hands clasping over Jimmy’s hand for a moment. Jimmy’s hand felt fever-warm at Scott’s touch, and his heart hammered in his chest.

“You can have this back. Sorry,” Scott said, quickly withdrawing his hands. Jimmy felt horrible instantly, he clearly struck a nerve with what he said. Before Scott got a chance to leave, Jimmy quickly grabbed his hands, giving the slimeball back.

“Keep it, I’ve got plenty. You- you should enjoy the little things in life too,” Jimmy said softly. Scott’s face tinged pink, all the way up to the tips of his ears.

“I- whatever,” Scott scoffed, trying to bring it back to their teasing back and forth from before, but failing miserably. Before Jimmy had a chance to reply, Scott drew his hands back, holding the slimeball close to his chest and taking off into the sky. This time around, Jimmy didn’t bother chasing after him. He was a little too busy wondering what on earth had just happened. One moment Jimmy was irritated by Scott’s presence, and the next his heart felt all fluttery and he willingly gave him a commodity from his empire. What was happening to him?! Jimmy had a sneaking suspicion… but he had to talk to Lizzie or Joel first. He just had to be sure.

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Jimmy flew to Lizzie’s empire, spotting her and Joel sitting together on one of her giant lilypads. They both looked at him with concern when he landed in front of them, out of breath. Lizzie was the first to jump to her feet, hands reaching out towards him and searching for any injuries. Joel followed after her and hovered at her side, looking unsure of what to do.

“What happened?! Are you hurt, were you attacked?!” Lizzie demanded, and Joel’s eyes shot to the skies as he put a hand on the hilt of his sword. Jimmy laughed, shaking his head.

“Guys, I’m fine! See, look! I’m all good. Just had to see you,” Jimmy said, holding his arms out to show that he was, in fact, uninjured. Lizzie and Joel breathed out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

“Oh thank goodness. Usually when you fly to one of us in a panic, you’re hurt or being chased, or something’s seriously wrong,” Joel said, the tension draining from his shoulders and hand dropping from the hilt of his sword. Jimmy’s smile turned sheepish.

“Well… something… might be wrong. But there’s something I’ve gotta ask you guys first,” Jimmy replied nervously. Lizzie and Joel exchanged confused glances. Lizzie stepped closer, putting a comforting hand on Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Of course, you can ask us anything,” she said softly. Jimmy took a deep breath, working up the nerve to say it.

“How did you know you were in love?” he asked timidly. Lizzie blinked in surprise, and Joel raised an eyebrow.

“Is this about Scott?” Joel asked. Jimmy’s face flushed in embarrassment.

“Please just answer the question,” he muttered. Thankfully, Joel didn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, and neither did Lizzie.

“For me it was her smile. Gave me butterflies the first time I saw it,” Joel said, unabashedly gazing at Lizzie. She giggled, and Joel’s fond expression increased tenfold.

“Butterflies?” Jimmy asked, a bit confused by the turn of phrase.

“You know, when your stomach gets all squirmy, but not in a bad way? Like a bunch of butterfly wings flapping inside you,” Joel explained, and Jimmy was hit with a sudden burst of clarity. Something in his expression must have shown it, because Lizzie gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“You’re telling me that’s what love feels like? It’s that just… all the time?” Jimmy asked, his voice a little hollow with disbelief. At himself mostly, for not realizing it sooner. To be fair, he didn’t feel those sorts of feelings often. In fact, he felt it almost exclusively with Scott. So to realize this whole time what he had really been feeling wasn’t just hatred or irritation… he felt a little silly.

“Well, it’s not always like that, sometimes being around someone you love just makes you feel warm and cozy,” Lizzie added.

“Well… but I feel warm and cozy all the time with you guys!” Jimmy protested, still trying to deny that feeling just a little bit longer. Lizzie smiled, patient and understanding.

“Yes, but with this… hypothetical someone, it’s different, isn’t it,” she gently prodded. Jimmy finally gave in. It was different with Scott, and that honestly terrified him. He’d never felt this way about anyone, ever.

“Oh my god, I like him,” Jimmy breathed.

“About time you figured it out,” Joel muttered. Lizzie moved her hand from Jimmy’s shoulder to swat Joel’s arm. Jimmy was too busy having a bit of an existential crisis to really care.

“Oh my god I really like him. This whole time- but Scott hates me, what on earth am I supposed to- but he seemed kind of nice today…” Jimmy trailed off, beginning to pace back and forth. Lizzie gasped in excitement, rushing over to stand in front of Jimmy and grabbing his shoulders.

“You saw him today?! Tell. Me. Everything!” she demanded. Jimmy let out a sheepish laugh.

“Nothing really happened! He stole a slimeball from me, I chased him a bit in the sky- and oh god he was gorgeous in the sunlight- and then I said something to make him sad and let him keep the slimeball anyway. I- wow I really didn’t like seeing him sad,” Jimmy rambled, a disbelieving smile growing across his face. Joel made a mock-disgusted face.

“I think I liked it better when Jimmy was in denial, he’s getting all mushy now,” he teased. Lizzie rolled her eyes.

“Don’t listen to him, being mushy is a good look on you,” she insisted, getting a laugh out of Jimmy.

“I’m glad you think so, but maybe Joel is right. Cause now all I can think about is how Scott definitely doesn’t feel the same way,” Jimmy said with a sigh. A determined look came across Lizzie’s face, and distantly Jimmy was a little terrified.

“Oh no, you’ve activated her plotting look,” Joel said with the same distant terror that Jimmy was feeling.

“The ball is the perfect time to change Scott’s mind and show him that you are a catch, you’ve said so yourself,” Lizzie explained with a grin.

“Oh no, that is not happening, I just want the ball to be something fun, I don’t wanna make a scene,” Jimmy protested, but it came out a little weak.

“Us? Make a scene? Never. I was just thinking that we make sure to get you a snazzy outfit!” Lizzie said, and while Jimmy didn’t trust her for a second, he could concede that Lizzie had a better sense of style than he did.

“Oh, alright. As long as it’s just that,” Jimmy said firmly.

“Of course!” Lizzie said, far too innocently. Jimmy just chuckled and shook his head.

“And we should probably do something fancier than the cod head,” Joel added. Jimmy sighed, putting a hand over the cod head.

“Yeah, yeah, Katherine mentioned that too,” Jimmy said with a pout.

“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands!” Lizzie chirped, releasing Jimmy’s shoulders to instead grab his arm and pull him to where she and Joel had been sitting, rambling about outfit ideas all the while. Jimmy couldn’t help but smile and be a tiny bit hopeful. Maybe wearing something nice would catch Scott’s eye… but then what? Happily ever after? Was that how love even worked? Whatever the case, he was sure Lizzie would have a plan for that too. And maybe the ball could be the start of something beautiful.

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Crossing Paths - drabble from the Crossfire universe

request from @excusemyuwus -

I remember Tae said he had a crush on her while working on that project so now I kinda want to see his pov of that time and how he was holding being around his crush lol, not gonna lie gangster Tae all nervous bc he like someone is something want to see (also imagine how much the guys would tease him uwu)

tumblr ate your ask when I tried to answer it, sorry! this is the only part I had copied, but if it ever resurfaces, I shall answer there. for now it is still refusing to cooperate so I am posting like this! (update: the ask just returned, it is here)

~pairing: taehyung x reader ~word count: 1.4k ~pre-relationship, fluff, angst, slice of life, mafia au, college au ~rating: g ~warnings: vague mention of gang activity, this is a gang au after all, but it’s not particularly prominent

~a/n: thank you for your great request! this was so nice to come back to, I am so sentimental about this series as my first bts fic🥰takes me back to when I was just getting into bts… it felt hard to do it justice! because of this, sorry it took me a while to write, but I wanted to do it well, and again I kept the theme of making my ‘drabbles’ wayyy longer😅final big thanks to the site being frustrating and eating drafts and such🙃🙃but here it is, finally seeing the light of day! I hope you enjoy it x

“I can tell something’s on your mind, Tae.”

Jimin stared coolly at his friend. Looking over his shoulder guiltily as he unlocked the door, Tae found the other boy with his hands in his pockets, looking expectant.

All Tae could do was shrug as he elbowed the door open, heading to ditch his bag.

“Hey, Jimin’s right.”

A light flick on Tae’s forehead made him startle, looking up to find Hobi grinning, though his head was tilted to one side in question.

“What is it?”

Jimin’s shoulder nudged his own as they sunk into the sofa.

Tae checked his phone.

“It’s just a project for class, don’t worry about it,” he pocketed his phone, ignoring their gazes, “I gotta meet with my partner in an hour.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t staying that long anyway,” Hobi slumped down too, having helped himself to a drink from the fridge, “I’m on watch with Yoongi across town.”

As the discussion turned to this week’s jobs and deals, Taehyung rested his head back against the sofa. The sounds of his friends’ conversation was like static. Instead, he was picturing the scene in class earlier, as the slideshow was flipped to show the project partners on the screen.

Tae hadn’t been too fussed, idly playing with his pen lid as he searched for his name. But when his eyes fell on it, he sat up straight.

Having only bumped into you a few times in class, he had never expected his heart to be hammering quite so hard as he quickly scanned the room for you. Sliding his things away, he had walked towards you as everyone began to file out, meeting you halfway as you did the same.

Leaning against a desk to keep his jittery hands occupied, he grinned at you.

Your returning smile, he noticed, was much more nervous, only flickering into existence for a wavering second. The two of you had only a brief conversation to sort out when you would meet, before you had practically scurried away.

His eyes had lingered on you as his smile slowly sank.

Unconsciously poking his tongue against his cheek, Tae wondered if you were afraid of him.

“Hey!”

A finger clicked sharply in front of his face. He blinked back at Hobi’s grin, Jimin bursting into laughter at his side.

“Just a project, my ass,” Hobi shook his head, dumping an empty bottle on the coffee table, “don’t wanna be late, do you?”

A radiant smile was tossed over his shoulder as Hobi left the room, front door clicking soon after.

Sending his best friend a knowing look, Jimin also gathered himself to stand.

“Have fun tonight, yeah?”

He winked. Tae protested, shooting up from the sofa with an affronted look.

“So it is a special someone?” Jimin giggled.

“You’re impossible,” Tae grumbled, trailing after him to the door, “it’s just a project, I told you.”

Jimin hummed in a way which made it very clear he didn’t believe him.

“Don’t scare them off, tiger,” he remarked, stepping outside.

Tae’s shoulders slumped. He was certain that was just what he had already done.

“I’m busy tonight. And my house isn’t free, so I can’t have anyone showing up here.”

Namjoon chuckled across the line.

“All this for a college project?” Clearly he had heard about this from the others. “If you could lend Kook some of your commitment to school, that would be great,” he teased.

Sighing, Tae spun around to survey the road outside his window, ruffling his own hair.

“You’re very funny, but I need to go. See you tomorrow.”

Tae was certain he would never hear the end of this from the others. It was true that he had firmly set aside time for your meeting today, even if it was only for a minor college presentation. But it was important to him.

He knew that this was the only time he would get together with you, and though it would end as soon as the presentation was given, he couldn’t help but want to make the most of it. At your last meeting, he had been largely distracted by the dizzying height of your apartment, leaving him shying back from any windows.

So this left you with his house today instead.

Arriving soon after Tae’s phone call, you were both soon seated on his floor. Though you mostly worked in quiet with occasional, quick conversation, it was not awkward. Your legs lay close together under the coffee table as you scribbled away diligently on its surface.

Glancing over the lid of his laptop as his fingers hung idly, Tae sighed. Watching as your pen swirled across your notebook, he let his eyes drift across your focussed features.

He swallowed as he did so, teeth tugging his lip. A light frown came over your features. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your lips as your pen lifted to your mouth, resting between your teeth as you mulled the work over, eyes flitting about the page.

Eventually, the lack of tapping at his keyboard must have got through to you. You raised your head.

Too late to divert his gaze, Taehyung cleared his throat and muttered a proposal for a break. Eager as well to put your work aside, you clambered from the floor to join him at his offer of a drink.

Moving through to the kitchen, he made casual conversation, asking after your dad. Last time there had only been a brief meeting, as he met Tae at the door before you hurried him away.

Picking up on his offer to chat, you teased Tae for his fear of heights, giggling over how he had screwed his eyes shut whenever he had come within sight of the view from your windows.

Of course, Tae tried his best to roll his eyes at you, but the smile dragging the corners of his mouth refused to be suppressed.

He poured your drinks. When he turned away to put the cartons back in the fridge, he took a breath, trying to settle himself. Why did he feel so flustered?

Squaring his shoulders a little more, he turned back, only for his hand to catch one of the glasses. It clattered against the surface, barely leaving time for him to jump back and avoid being splattered with its contents.

You hopped from your seat, ready to help.

Swallowing down his shock, Tae scratched at the back of his neck to hide his slightly trembling hand.

“Don’t worry,” he quickly muttered, flashing a nervous smile as he gathered towels and set to cleaning up.

Soft laughter followed from you. Still, you reached across to help.

Righting the glass and taking one of the cloths to clear up, your hand came concerningly close to Tae’s own. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on the countertop, his cheeks warm even as you finished and he was rooting in the fridge again for a refill.

You seemed miraculously unfazed by his flailing, though, he noticed as you finally settled beside each other sipping your drinks.

“So it went well?”

Jimin nudged a reluctant Tae, eyebrows wiggling all the time.

“Yes, fine,” Tae groaned, trying to shrug him off.

Jimin did stop, but only in favour of staring at his friend with doleful eyes.

“Don’t be like that. You’ll see her again. You literally share a class!”

“It’s nothing like that,” Tae refuted.

He even halfway believed it.

You had got on well together, but surely not more than could be expected of most classmates? He sighed a little as he thought of it. It had been fun, but there was no excuse to spend any more time with you.

Besides, sparing one night to work on a project was a little different to becoming friends, or even more…

There was a reason the bangtan boys stuck to themselves.

But as he reminisced, he knew he had a soft spot for you, even if it should come to nothing. The project was over, the presentation given, but he still remembered the way you bounced with excited relief after you had finished talking to the class. Your face was glowing as you high-fived him with a grin, the work having paid off.

There was still a hint of nervousness though, and you had only given a timid smile and a small ‘see you later’ before heading out of class.

And that was the end of it.

But Tae smiled to himself. It had been fun, and he knew he wouldn’t be sorry if you ever crossed paths again.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments super appreciated always!!

Taglist: @aianloveseven​ @preciouschimine​ @un2-verse​ @ddaechwita​ @taegularities​ 

[milenadaniels]

Finally finished season 1 and for obvious reasons couldn’t stop before watching 2x01

and I gotta say y’all bamboozled me. BAMBOOZLED.

I was already laughing that Buck couldn’t keep up his bitchiness for a whole episode but y’all he didn’t last half the episode are you kidding me?? Not even a two-parter episode! A regular, standard episode that already had a lot of other stuff going on!

Some thoughts:

So Buck has something of a competency kink, yes? Yes??? Like he was always going on about how smart/good at her job Abby was, so impressed she handled that kid in the pool without her hands shaking. And he’s pissed that Eddie is taking lead on shit on his first call but then Eddie overrides Buck with the patient and he was right and Buck literally has to take a moment and look away because his face wants to smile and he’s being a smol angry cat who wants to hold onto his ire. He tells him good call after too and I think it was meant to be sarcastic but he’s too fucking earnest that it’s just like...half-grumpy??? 

And if we want to cry we can think about how he might have this competency kink because innately he’s just trying to be really good at something (or good as a person) so people will love him so when he finds people who just know who they are and take care of things without making a fuss he’s like “yes, you will teach me”.

And then this asshole who happens to be really competent tells HIM he’s a “badass under pressure” and Buck fucking breaks and decides this is someone he’s going to keep trying to impress for the rest of his life because omg that felt good.

Also, STILL NOT OVER THE FACT THAT THAT WAS JUST HALF THE EPISODE. GUYS.

Also loved the foreshadowing of Buck thinking Abby’s back and getting all excited only to be scarred for life by naked sister. I just think that’s neat.

Not going to go on much with the gym scene because it’s just too homoerotic. Highlights for me were: Eddie “I’m Chill” Diaz getting 2 punches in when he walks in and then almost fucking falls over on his first kick, you know, like you’d do if you were totally focused an unaffected. MY face flushed wth embarrassment for him. And Chim gives me life in this whole scene. And Eddie’s slutty slutty tank top.

Then we get the “come on I need a nickname for you so you can know you’re special to me like the rest of the family, guy who’s only been here half a shift”. And general inability to be out of Eddie’s radius for 5 minutes even though everyone else is spread out and chilling between calls. From this scene on btw, look to Eddie’s face, he constantly looks over at Buck when things happen to see his reaction and that’s just...............fine :)

And the fistbump they FAIL at, which kills me. Such talent between them and can’t coordinate for a fistbump for the life of them.

Then second rescue, Eddie follows Buck into the pool instantly and they successfully cooordinate a block of cement attached to a delicate neck out of 8 feet of water. Did they discuss any plan beforehand? Of course not. Are they just perfectly fucking in sync after half a shift? A-fucking-pparently. And I’m not even going to touch “No, I’ll be the hammer and pound that chisel good :D”.

And I’m gonna have to make a second post because overanalyzing things is my jam and I have some blurry background nonsense to get real hyped about.

[ladybeug]

Okay remember the chloe breakup playlist? 

@peachesandheather​ and @chaotictaste​ THANKS FOR ASKING i know its way later but i would LOVE to break this playlist down lets get GOING! 

this is a follow up to THIS post. 

CONTEXT:  for this fanmix to read correctly, you need to know its an aged-up AU. Chloe’s grown a bit already, and she’s learned to value making other people happy just for the sake of making them happy. She joins the superhero gang and they all reveal identities and she dates marinette for a bit but realizes that marinette is still into adrien, and so chloe breaks up with her. That’s the facts, theres a drabble about it here if you want more emotional depth. 

LISTEN HERE ON SPOTIFY and follow along. There will also be links to youtube lyric videos if you prefer that. 

Without further ado: 

The Louvre - Lorde 

This is a key track. The title track. 

The metaphor of the louvre itself really sits with me. On the one hand, it’s The Louvre - an internationally recognized place to Put Important Things. What’s more, to put Art - beautiful things that defy description. And yet we keep trying. On the other hand, it’s The Louvre - there’s a suggestion that you’re not supposed to touch it. It’s precious enough that it needs to be preserved and displayed carefully - don’t knock into it. That’s a scary new relationship. Something extremely precious that you almost trust. 

Now remember the louvre metaphor, that one comes back in track 7. 

The rest of this breakdown is under the cut to spare the poor people just trying to scroll through tumblr. You guys enjoy your evening. Everyone else, follow me!!

If you’re reading this i love you thank you for indulging me. 

 You’re Gonna Make me Lonesome When You Go - Madeleine Peyroux 

Despite not being the title track, this is the song that inspired the whole playlist! I love it. Its layered. 

I like to imagine Chloe has a moment, like the calm before the storm, when she realizes she has to break up with marinette, and she feels almost zen about it. Maybe she’s been struggling with trying to open up and be vulnerable and ask for love. And finally she decides she doesn’t want to ask for love anymore, she’s tired of it, and she’s going to go back to pushing people away. For a moment it’s just a relief to stop trying, it’s comforting to revert to who she used to be in the face of losing marinette. 

This song has a resigned feel to it. It feels like someone who doesn’t quite really believe they deserve love. That’s a theme throughout this playlist too.

Lastly, in the context of the AU - chloe would feel good about giving marinette a chance to be with someone she really wants to be with. She’s grown a lot since she was a kid and likes to be the kind of person who cares about others. It’s bittersweet but feels a little... right. 

Call it Off - Tegan & Sara 

They break up. 

Paper Bag - Fiona Apple 

Chloe takes it back, it doesn’t feel ‘bittersweet but a little... right’!! It sucks!! 

This one’s about chloe feeling sorry for herself about having to break up with Marinette. It’s bitter and frustrated, it says why can’t I have nice things?? It’s about being SO close to love - so close you could taste it - and having to cut yourself off. 

It also has that resigned feel to it - the need to starve yourself of love because you can’t have it. The disbelief in a happy ending, and a little bit of self blame.

Woke Up New - The Mountain Goats 

This is the other side of the breakup coin. If ‘Paper Bag’ is the bitterness and reflection on how chloe feels about breaking up, ‘Woke Up New’ is just about... not having marinette. 

It removes the self-reflection and the over-thinking. It’s just about loss. You miss someone. And I think chloe would miss marinette. She’s been lonely before, and for a while she didn’t feel lonely, and now she feels lonely again - it’s uncomplicatedly sad. It’s just a sad moment. 

Be Mine! - Robyn 

Okay now we turn up the tempo a little, we’ve been sad, we’ve been self-reflective, bring on the poor coping mechanisms! Turn up the volume, pour yourself a drink, and get a little mad about your breakup!

But also dont forget to be kind of resigned and defeatist about it. That’s still crucial and will continue to be crucial for a little longer. 

Fists Up - BLOW 

This is another key song, and is our second reference to the Louvre. 

But it brings a third, new aspect to the Louvre, that Lorde didn’t bring. The security of the Louvre. BLOW says, ‘my love is a fortress, my love is the louvre, but it can’t ever thrive if i’m forced to keep proving it’. There’s the same suggestion that love is worth valuing, but also reminds us that love is difficult to access - which is absolutely true for chloe, who protects herself instinctively. She’s always been very defensive, and part of growing has been fighting to overcome that instinct - it’s what let her get so close to marinette in the first place. But it didn’t work out, which is bitter, and makes her angry. There’s almost a self-righteousness, trying to blame someone else for not treating you precious enough. 

Also worth noting that this song is about the internal fight between hope and defeat in a relationship. Chloe ended the relationship with ladybug because she didn’t believe it would work, and she doesn’t believe she’s enough. But it’s so hard to stop hope, which makes defeat more painful.

Shampain - Marina and the Diamonds 

Remember when we started drinking to Robyn’s “Be Mine”? We are drinking a LOT more now and we are SO COOL and DONE thinking about this. We are NOT SAD ANYMORE!!! ITS FINE!! 

Hurricane Drunk - Florence & the Machine 

Chloe is still very drunk and is now being sad on purpose. 

Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs 

Now it’s 3 am and chloe is not that drunk anymore but she is soooo so so sad. Chloe misses her girlfriend sooo much. this sucks this sucks this sucks alcohol did not help??? how come that didnt work?? 

If you wanna get creative this is the scene where chloe shows up on marinettes balcony and makes a scene and marinette takes her home and tucks her in very kindly and very platonically. 

Gotta Have You - The Weepies 

This song is on the cusp of acceptance. This playlist is admittedly like... a little depressing, especially as I write it all out - theres a lot of wrestling with self-esteem, and fighting loneliness. That’s hard. This song is tired. It’s tried everything. 

It’s the thematic foil to ‘You’re Going To Make Me Lonesome When You Go’. Both songs have the same gentle, steady rhythm. In the first, chloe was in the relationship, sad but accepting that the relationship would end. Now, she’s out of the relationship, and she just wants to be back in. But there’s a little bit of that same acceptance. 

This song feels like saying out loud what you want, and even though you can’t have it, the fact that you know what it is and you can say it feels good. 

Go Ahead - Rilo Kiley

Alright guys we’re solidly in acceptance by now. We’re out of the heavy emotional woods. We’ve made it. 

This song is bittersweet and not a truly happy one, but it holds a genuine wish for someone else’s happiness that hasn’t appeared in most of the songs in this playlist. It’s reminiscent of the wish chloe had in the first place, to end the relationship not only to protect herself but to give marinette a chance to be happy. To do a good and selfess thing. 

It’s both. It’s sad and it’s good. It’s complex. 

New Years Day - Taylor Swift 

This is the third key song. And it’s a truly beautiful one. 

This song ties us back to the beginning, and says do you remember what all this fuss is really about? What was so important that you put it in the Louvre?

Chloe is still on a team with marinette. There’s a point at which she would have to choose to cut marinette off, or... figure out something else. This song is about figuring out something else. The ‘what comes next’ of a difficult relationship. They don’t get back together, but they stay friends, even if its weird, and even when chloe feels left out or marinette doesn’t know what to say. But they want to stay in each others lives. And it’s worth the work.

A Fairytale Ending - The Boy Least Likely To 

A reflection on how difficult it is to grow and face life head on, and how it changes you.

I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers

We have to have some closure here. It’s going to be okay. 

THATS THE PLAYLIST 

Pretty somber now that I have it all written out like that. but still a great one.

[b-rainlet]

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- the-scarecrxw

(Since you sent 4 of those emojis I'm gonna go off but I'll stick to one in this answer and make seperate posts for the others aksnsns)

I can't give you anything Jonathan centric (that isn't Tommy/Jonathan, one of my fave rarepairs) but Jerome features in lots of my AUs.

This one is one of my faves that's entirely self-indulgent and if it ever gets written it's probably gonna be the longest fic I ever published (Again: If it ever gets written):

I gotta apologize in advance, it's just a fun little AU I haven't put too much thoughts into in terms of plotting so this is gonna be A. Long, B. Messy and C. A little chaotic

- First off, you gotta understand that @nsfwitchy2 Me had some fun with a pretty nonsensical and definitely not canon-compliant AU where Jerome and Jeremiah have three Mums (Tabby, Lee and Barbara, who all date) and live with them and Barbara Lee as their little sister.

- Ecco also lives with them, she sees herself as both the twins' gf more than a genuine part of the family tho (for now)

- (Meanwhile at Wayne Manor Alfred and Jim date and are very tired parents of Bruce and his clone 514A, in this AU - and pretty much every AU - nicknamed Brook)

- (Selina kinda goes back and forth between living at Wayne Manor or at Lee's place)

- Also, everyone dates. The twins. The clones. Eccomiah, Jecco, Batcat, Valeyne, Wayleska, they're all fucking

- Which isn't THAT important for this particular AU but I figured I'd give a warning xD

- This is mostly my attempt to give Tabitha some more backstory? Just...how I personally see her character and how I could see her end up if things would've went differently after S2

- The google docs file is called 'How Tabitha started being a Mum while disregarding canon completely' lmao

- Like her current life involves having 4 kids (if you count Selina) and two wives and that's a hell of an AU and I just like to overthink things and play with the way things would have needed to have gone in canon to have her 'end up' like this

- Also I can see her struggling with having a family all if a sudden (that isn't a manipulative brother or a weird cult)

-Especially if that involves Motherhood

- So on one hand it's a 'S2 until now' fic, explaining what happened to her in my canon

- But also - mostly because I find that easier to organize in my brain - it's interwoven with a 5+1-esque fic of all her children calling her 'Mum' (and her getting emotional over that)

- So it switches back and forth between the past and the present but for rambling's sake, I'll start with the past

- She still leaves Theo behind and flees with Silver but she keeps Silver close instead of immediately sending her away

- And her and Silver get taken in by Fish after they leave Theo because they have nowhere to go and Fish loves taking care of strays

- (Fish, who probably didn't end up in Indian Hill but rather lives in hiding until she is ready to strike against Penguin)

- She refers to herself as Liza's Mother in canon, you can't tell me she wouldn't instantly adopt Tabby and call her 'Honey' and give her motherly advice while Tabby tries to be all bite but actually enjoys somebody taking care of her for once

- Selina🤝Tabby

'Trying so very hard all the time to not show how soft and insecure they are'

- Actually, I'd start diverting from Canon even sooner aksnsjd

- Well not full on changing canon, but I'd...pepper in some stuff

- Like some scenes of her back with Theo and the Maniax

- Mostly her talking to Theo about Jerome's planned murder, which, yeah, she knows it's been set in stone from the beginning but that doesn't mean that she isn't talking about alternatives where he doesn't get killed off

- And Theo's like "Don't tell me you're going soft. No one will miss him. He was just a boy. Not worthy enough to be remembered."

- And later on she betrays him and goes 'I remember him'

- Anyway, they stay with Fish for a while but Tabby doesn't wanna keep Silver in Gotham

- So she sends her back to the school she went to before coming to Gotham with Theo (but makes sure their weird cult can't get their hands on her there)

- And Silver wants her to come with but Tabby says she has some unfinished business

- Aka she just doesn't wanna leave Barbara (who is in a coma atm, if Memory serves right)

- And Tabby's reasoning is that it's not safe in Gotham but really, she thinks she can't be responsible for another person

- "She needs a mother. A Family. I can't give her that." - "You are her family."

- So Silver's out of the picture and Tabby hangs with Fish until Barbara wakes up and they get together again (and never ever seperate)

- Also there's no Butch/Tabby because that was unnecessary as fuck

- And I gotta be honest, I haven't thought more about canon because Butch/Tabby alone makes my head hurt already but somehow they start dating Lee

- Who brings Jerome into the relationship because I sure am fond of Lee being Jerome's Mother (like as in, I have several wips with that concept alone not counting this one)

- Jerome probably came back to life after S3 and Lee fought to have him not be treated like a violent criminal but rather a child who was taken advantage of and after his release from Arkham (where she visited him and made sure he got some proper treatment) it seemed natural to have him live with her

- (But also he's still a criminal aksnsjs, you can see how much I thought about this)

- (Sue me for sticking to the heartfelt scenes and avoiding the mess that is plotting)

- Tabby and Barbara already had Selina and through Jerome, Jeremiah and Ecco were added et voila! Their Family is complete

- (Why exactly Barbara Lee exists if Tabby and Barbara have been non-stop dating since S2 I can't tell you, I simply think she is neat and I like the idea of big brother Jerome)

- (This AU? Self-indulgent? Why would you ever think that?)

- In the present however she is dealing with what is mostly referred to as 'feelings'

- Mostly panic at realizing that the bunch of weird children she's been living with are seeing her as some kind of parental figure

- Because suddenly they all call her 'Mum'

- Unsurprisingly the first one to call her Mum is Jerome at breakfast

- She's reading the newspaper and there's an article about a hostage situation the twins planned and he goes 'Mum, are you done with that? Can we see?'

- And they snatch it from her and argue about how they didn't even make the front page while Tabby nearly chokes on her coffee

- And of course she breaks down talks to her wives about it later while they get ready for bed because no one ever called her 'Mum' before

- Barbara's braiding her hair, while Lee's off to the side, getting ready for bed and it's very domestic and I am very gay

- But neither see it as a big deal because both of them have been called Mum before (by Jerome at least. Like. Immediately upon meeting them)

- So she's trying to be nonchalant about it because it's only a big deal if she makes it one

- While also not being able to deny the warm feeling that spreads throughout her body when Jerome keeps calling her 'Mum'

- Miah and Selina on the other hand are both hesitant to call anyone Mum

- Miah cause of Pride, Selina cause of her Mummy Issues

- But they both do at some point

- I think I have more notes on this SOMEWHERE but I kinda wanna have Miah call her Mum while he's ill (because we all know he'd be super fussy and want attention 24/7)

- So she humours him and while he's close to falling asleep - and she's totally not carding her fingers through his hair because she isn't soft or anything - he mumbles: "Thank you Mum" and she melts

- Selina would be more angsty

- Like, maybe it's her birthday and she disappears for a while (as she tends to do) but Tabby (who's closest to her) knows how hard this day is for her (since again her Mum isn't there with here and looks for her and brings her back home but doesn't make a big fuss out of her birthday

- Just...lets her be, gives her space but also lets her curl up close to her and maybe Selina doesn't call her Mum on that exact day

- But it's the day she realizes she wouldn't mind calling Tabitha her Mother, so she hesitantly tries it out a while later (maybe days, maybe weeks, however long it takes for her to feel comfortable with it) and they share a smile

- Then there's Barbara Lee, but she barely counts because she's a toddler and calls everyone 'Mummy'

- Even her father ajsnsnsn

- The last one would be Ecco because I have a very soft spot for Tabby and Ecco being close

- Ecco's rather formal with them for the longest time (she calls Barbara, Lee and Tabby 'Ma'am' for the most part because she may like them, but she doesn't think they see her as family. She's just the token girlfriend).

- So there's a scene where they connect, possibly over Tabby's hand and Ecco's head since I hc that Ecco gets headaches and migraines a lot (considering that she still gets shot in the head by Miah, like I said, this AU isn't necessarily the most bullet proof in terms of linear timelines)

- But so is Gotham so-

- So there's possibly a scene where Ecco's headache is getting super bad and no one's around (especially not Miah to dote on her) and Tabby awkwardly tries to bond by telling her about her hand and how she can't feel much (is a little clumsy with it) and Ecco immediately imprints on her like a duckling

- Maybe it's even the first time anyone reached out to Ecco in a way that feels genuine, especially without the twins or any of her (various) other partners being present so now she's willing to die for Tabby

- Which ends in her also calling her 'Mum' (while she keeps calling Lee and Barbara 'Ma'am' and Lee's so mad ajsnsjdj she was trying so hard to bond with this kid but couldn't quite get it right and you're telling her her socially pretty clumsy - but still wonderful of course - wife managed with just one conversation?? Slander

- And of course because I can't stop myself, there would be even more tidbits here and there of Tabby overcoming her previous way of living (as in, thinking caring or showing emotions is weakness) by having her reminisce a LOT about Theo

- For example by having Jerome climb into bed with her while Barbara's sleeping and Tabby is waiting for Lee to come home

- Lee works as a doc in the narrows which may be a little illegal, but the people didn't just stop needing help after her Queen of the Narrows arc was over, so I vote she keeps at it (and is held in very high regard for it by pretty much everyone)

- Tabby always stays up until everyone is home because she likes knowing where everyone is and that they're safe while Jerome has frequent nightmares and wanders around the house, so this isn't a rare occurrence

- And sometimes, they talk Theo

- "You miss him?" - "Don't know."

- "I wish he was still alive so I could kill him." - "....Me too." - "Which one?" - "...Both."

- (ajajsbssj this is all just copy pasted and cleaned up a lil', leave me and my pretentious way of writing dialogue alone)

- Tabby also has a lot of interludes where she thinks about what growing up with Theo was like/her childhood in general

- How she always protected him from other children bullying him and how they swore to have each other's back but how in hindsight, she was the one doing all the dirty work for him, helping him fulfill his dream and enact his revenge

- Realizing that he probably never cared for her, not like she cared for him

- There's also allusions to them having sex because you cannot tell me they did NOT have sex

- And it ends with Tabby realizing that she is quite happy with how she ended up, even if it's neither how she thought she would ever live nor what her old self would've even wanted, possibly seeing too many attachments as 'weak' judging by the way she canonly used Butch for convenience sake at first

- And yeah, maybe now she can provide the family - the Mother - somebody else desperately needs

- So she brings Silver home

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So far, you're one of my favorite authors and I'd really like to know how to write well （≧∇≦）I can't seem to describe things/feelings/events all that clearly and I would appreciate it if you would leave a tip! Arigato *\(^o^)/*

Warning: This post is going to be a giant pain to read if you’re on mobile!

The easiest way to start describing things is to try to dig into the character’s perspective. “What would this particular person notice?” is the single biggest question when writing from a limited POV.

Kei, for example, likes riffing on other people/things when not focused on assessing threat levels. Also, it’s a lot of fun to utterly ruin language with extended metaphors that derail halfway through, because that’s how the character thinks. She notices details around her because almost everything is a simile to her, and there’s nothing she can’t gently mock.

Contrast, say, Hamlet. There’s a guy who’d literally pick up a dude’s skull while hanging out in a graveyard to wax philosophical about the guy it belonged to, while at the same time later managing to stab his almost-father-in-law by accident while trying to murder his uncle. He stops the entire play multiple times for a soliloquy, and that still jives with how much the plot itself calls him on not acting on his concrete knowledge.

There’s a joke on this site that Hamlet’s thoughtfulness is what ruins his life. Othello, over in another Shakespeare play, is destroyed by his impulsive nature. Swap their relative positions, and they thrive. But the way they think is demonstrated through what they point out in monologues and dialogue. 

But, if instead you are focusing on just getting the raw details out and plan to fuss with characters’ observational skills later, see below:

Per Beta:

Practice. Find what’s missing from your descriptions, then write shit intentionally focusing on that element until you do it naturally.

Then isolate the next element and repeat.

Also, there’s sharing your stuff and getting critique… but that’s scary.

But also: if you’re critical enough of your own writing you can get to where i am with minimal input from others.

Critique is the scariest part, tbh.

Per @abalisk

Telling yourself your bad at something is going to make you bad at something. You gotta fucking own it.

But also what does the POV character see? Taste? Smell? Feel? Describe the senses and draw from personal experience to help you paint a picture.

Like think of a forest and describe what defines a forest to you. The smell of pine and sweet odor of rotting leaves. The taste of cold air… obviously you don’t have to describe every scene like this but it can help set a mood

And the way you describe things only matures with time and practice. Reading other fics or books can help because you can study up on descriptive language, even as you are enjoying a story.

There really is no do or don’t in writing, just write what feels good and correct to you.

Side note: Going into too much detail about too many things is called “purple prose.” Using too few details is “beige prose.” Most writing exists comfortably between the two extremes, and it sounds like you’re worrying you’re on the latter end of the bell curve.

Another thing I do is roughly work out a scene, assigning dialogue to characters or whatever. Then I go back over it later (usually about a day after) and add in conversational details or character’s narration asides afterward.

Example:

“You seem to be adjusting well,” Ayame said.

“I’m used to grunt work like this,” Kei replied, hefting the second, equally-insensate demon(?) onto the oar.

“Are you sure you don’t mean ‘other humans’?” Ayame asked.

Kei shrugged. “Anyway, gambling ring busted. What’s next, Ayame-san?”

Bit scant on the details, eh? Let’s go back over that with more attention paid to how the characters think and act.

“You seem to be adjusting well,” Ayame said, as she dragged Kei’s most recent arrest into an alleyway. Her oar hovered nearby, and this particular apparition wasn’t strong enough to break plastic zip-ties during the trip back to the Spirit World. 

“I’m used to grunt work like this,” Kei replied, hefting the second, equally-insensate demon(?) onto the oar. Sure, they were a little denser than humans of the same size, but neither Kei nor Ayame paid much mind to that. “Teeth aside, I don’t think either of these two were really much of a threat to humans.”

“Are you sure you don’t mean ‘other humans’?”  Ayame asked.

Kei shrugged, then readjusted the drooping shoulder of the shirt. Urban camouflage was such a pain. “Anyway, gambling ring busted. What’s next, Ayame-san?”

I didn’t really go around and describe the entire landscape around them, because the focus was on character action. The environmental details were relegated to paragraphs without dialogue elsewhere.

But yeah! A couple different approaches you can take a stab at.

Have fun!

[m00nslippers]

Titans S2E1, a review kinda.

I’m lazy so I’m gonna bullet point this stuff and just dump it in a haphazard order but I had some Thoughts™ about the episode that I felt like expressing.

Spoilers abound, I am withholding nothing.

I get why they held back this episode. If you look at the run time, a lot of the best stuff was actually stuff with the new characters/cast members (Slade and Bruce), and I’m pretty sure they didn’t have any of that cast at that time--at the least the news certainly came out in the interim between seasons. It seemed like the old episode might have cut off when everyone was exchanging cars but holding it back we got a lot more and I think it splits up the episodes better. So I’m okay with how they held it back.

Love the Trigon actor, not a fan of the CGI. I think the actor for Trigon was excellent, amazing. He feels so cold and malevolent but also persuasive. He’s great, I really feel his menace, he’s a great villain. The CGI when he transformed though? Mm, I think it was never going to work on the budget this show has. Personally I think they should have just alluded to his demon form with him having a Trigon-shaped shadow with the multiple glowing red eyes and then maybe we see the full Trigon figure just for a split second when Rachel is banishing him. I think it would have been a better use of the CGI to avoid it looking cheap/tacky.

Jason. You know I gotta talk about my boy Jason. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not a perfect Jason but there’s potential here. I’ve seen a lot of people say "He’s a jerk! How can anyone like him, he’s not like comic-Jason!” But I mean, none of the characters here are 100% their canon counterparts, they are all changed a little to fit the story and situation. For the most part I enjoy this show and these versions of the character for what they are in the context presented. And Jason isn’t actually a jerk, he just has a lot of teenage bravado that comes off as obnoxious and I think that’s on purpose. It’s really obvious to me that he is trying so damn hard to look cool in front of Dick and his friends, and it’s kind of just not working because they’ve been set up not to like him because he took Dick’s vigilante identity. Watch the show and you’ll realize that literally everyone he talks to is hostile to him before he even opens his mouth because he has Dick’s costume. He’s not actually a jerk, like Bruce said, he just has rough edges, in his heart he just wants to be acknowledged. Look how quick he was to say he wanted to help Dick. He really looks up to him, even if his way of showing it isn’t always the best, but he’s not going to let Dick walk all over him, either. I just hope we get a little bit more development in the season to show he’s smart and kind of nerdy. Like Dick walks into his room and is surprised he has so many books everywhere. And like sees Jason studying or something. That would make me really happy. I also am really hoping the stuff with Hawk and Jason continues because considering the character similarities (posturing bad boys with trauma and anger problems) it’s something that makes sense. Also in the comics Hank kind of goes murdery like Jason does so it’s kind of foreshadowing to place these two together.

Deathstroke was awesome. He barely had any words, but I feel like the actor’s delivery and the writing was on point. He looks the part, too (could be taller, but I’m not fussed about it). I’m looking forward to more of him. Also his password was JOEY, I saw that on someone else’s post and it made me ‘!!!’. Yeah, there’s that heart of fools’ gold that may or may not have actual gold deep down in there somewhere that I know and love! I’m really excited to see more of him. Tangentially related is Wintergreen, who has been race bent, he’s black now. And he’s a lot younger than Slade and more dressed up, not British, either. We haven’t seen much of him yet, but I really did get a long-suffering manager/friend who is torn between being-over-Slade’s-shit but also giving-too-much-of-a-shit-so-he’ll-never-really-leave feel. Yeah I read that much into his like twenty seconds of screen time. I think I’m going to like him.

Brendan Thwaites continues to be excellent as Dick. I LOVED that he went full dad-mode/big bro-mode at the end. Making his stupid jokes. He really does feel like Nightwing. He’s great. And I thought his talk with Bruce was excellent. It really stops a batfam-fan’s heart when you see these characters interact in a healthy way.

Dad Bruce Wayne is a treasure. I think I get it. I think I understand why they cast Ian Glenn. Yeah I think his looks aren’t quite right. I think they should have had him dye his hair dark at the very least, and he’s a bit old. But to me, he really sold that Bruceness, the sort of wry humor, the way he powers through any interaction with anyone on sheer force of personality but underneath it all he doesn't have a clue what the fuck he’s doing, especially with his kids. Oh my god, he’s got Batdad down so good. When Dick said his anger had stopped him from seeing all the positive ways Bruce had helped him and Bruce leaned back and tried to play it cool and was casually like, “I’d like to hear about that,” and seemed really disappointed when Dick was like, “Next time.” DUDE. He was so surprised he’d managed to make any positive impact! He was fishing so hard for tips! Like he was so clearly thinking, “Holy shit I somehow managed to do something right under all my fuck-ups? I need to know these things for Jason!” And that’s obviously his motivation for sending Jason with Dick. He’s like, clearly Dick is better at this shit than me and knows stuff I don’t, so I need to get his help on this for Jay. But of course he’ll never just say that because he’s Bruce Wayne. Classic. Oh my god, I love them so much.

All the returning cast was great as usual. I love Teagan’s new look as Raven, her hair looks great. I kind of wish her gem didn’t just look stuck on but, eh, it’s not a deal-breaker. I also continued to love Anna Diop as Starfire and her interactions with Donna. I chuckled when Donna was like, “This is Kori, she’s an alien,” and Kori was tiffed and Donna’s like, “What, you are!” and Kori is like, “You coulda put some love into it!” or something. That was hilarious. Also I think this season is going to keep leading into RaeGar and probably more DicKori and I hope we get some JayRose too.

So overall I enjoyed this episode. Honestly all the best stuff was at the end, IMO and I’m really looking forward to more. My only disappointment is that we didn’t get a scene where Bruce calls Jason into the security room and is like, “Can you explain this?”, and there’s the footage of Jason eating shit on his motorcycle on the upstairs banister. And Jason’s guilty, like “Oh fuck.” Yeah we needed that scene.

[polygamyff]

45. Part 4

I am wondering where Robyn is, the party is in full swing and Robyn is not here. Terry said she is getting ready still but can she just come down now, seeing Wade raise his glass to me “you made it then, I know it was last minute but you did say you couldn’t come but here you are” Wade got his hand out to me, shaking his hand “I was just testing to see how much you cared and you text me back just saying ok, and my wife is here” Wade moved to the side “nice to see you again, looking beautiful as ever” holding her hand as I stepped forward to press kisses to her cheek “pleasure is all mines, your home is beautiful, I was saying to Wade from outside looking in it looks not so grande but inside, it’s magnificent, I am in awe and then Wade told me how much you paid, wow. It was worth every amount” I smiled at her “thank you so much, I can’t thank Wade enough. Every time I call him, even in the middle of the night he picks up, he makes sure I am ok. You must hate me at times” I laughed “well, it’s like having a second son, I said it to Wade. I said Maurice is like family to us, Wade adores you” Wade pulled a face “stop it, you talk too much woman” laughing at Wade “Maurice” looking to the side of me, Terry held out Reign to me “she will be going to bed soon” oh yeah, holding my drink to Wade “I hold drinks now” he said “Mi Amor, is it your bed time soon. Don’t you look pretty in your dress, daddy bought you this from Burberry, especially for you my daughter” pressing a kiss to her head as I held her close “I love you so so much” Reign looks so confused, I think there is many people here but she has not cried “Terry this is my lawyer and best friend Wade, and his wife Laura” I pointed at them “this is my future mother in law, soon to be. You know how it is” I chuckled “nice to meet you Terry, you looks so much like your daughter, so beautiful” Wade ain’t wrong, Terry is ever so beautiful. Looking at Reign as she rubbed her eyes “you tired, aww” feeling a hand on my shoulder “if it isn’t the man himself” looking behind me “Shawn Carter” turning around, dapping him “I just took a tour around your home, it’s amazing” I chuckled “appreciate it and Mrs Knowles” holding her hand, Reign yelped out but I proceeded to press a kiss to the side of her cheek “Mrs Carter now, come on Maurice” Jay said.

I did think Reign would cry with Jay but she didn’t, she just wanted to attack his gold chain “I told you I am good with kids, thank the lord you don’t look like him” Jay said pointing at me “you just a hater” I chuckled “tell your dad he is just being hater” Reign is legit ok with Jay, like this girl does not know this man at all but is fine to play with his gold chain. The room become a little quiet of chatter, it was odd to hear such a thing. Looking around the room “your lady is here” Jay said, looking around me and then how can I miss her “wow” I breathed out, moving my head to the side a little because someone got in my way. She was complaining about not finding a dress but she has, I am in awe. I can tell, she looks so nervous. Her nervous laugh, I can’t stop staring at her. The dress looks heavy for her but she has made people go quiet, they are looking at her. Let me go to her “you will be ok with Reign, I will just go and see Robyn” I asked Jay and he nodded his head, making my way to her. Adam is fussing around her, I don’t care for Leon I am in awe with what I see, she looks so beautiful. I feel emotional, like my bride has just arrived “hey” I breathed out, I just feel breathless “hey baby, this ballgown is a lot, don’t you think?” her warm smile, oh I just love this woman so much “no” shaking my head “it’s perfect, you look beautiful Robyn. You got everyone here looking I am lucky to have you” I smiled looking at her “ballgown” I said “it’s a ballgown?” looking up at Robyn “yes it is, thank you” Robyn said smiling wide at me “you are looking at Robyn like you just seen your bride” Adam said “I have” I would marry her now “who can perform an official marry ceremony to this woman!? I need someone official” Robyn laughed “stop it, causing a scene” Robyn shuffled over to me “don’t step on my gown” leaning over to her “and peck my lips, my lipstick” she is so demanding, pecking her lips “I love you” Robyn said “I love you more” she used her thumb to wipe my lips.

Holding Robyn’ hand to bring her to Jay, watching to not step on her dress. To see people that I know looking at Robyn, not in a hateful way just in awe and I love to see it “did she cry at all?” I asked, she is really attacking this man’s hair “I am sorry” I said to him “it’s ok, she is so cheeky. I find it cute; we friend now aren’t we? My daughter will love her so much, won’t she” Reign actually does like Jay, look at my daughter “so this is your new business partner, Robyn. Robyn. Come say hi to Shawn, I mean I differ from Shawn to Jay, you can call him what you like” looking at Robyn “my business partner now? What happened to you, nice to meet you Robyn. So you are the one to come too?” Robyn is shy, I can tell on her face “hi, it’s amazing to meet you Shawn. Like wow, I am like shaking your hand” Robyn is still so new to this “yes you, if we going to be business partners I can’t have this now” Robyn laughed nervously “sorry, I am a surgeon but Maurice wants me to erm, run the clubs. So yeah” she needs to not be so nervous “wow, surgeon. That is amazing, this is my wife” Robyn’ eyes widened “I remember you; I took a picture with you at his birthday. You look so beautiful” Robyn is fangirling right now, I can tell “this is my new daughter” Jay joked “hey, hey. I want her back now” opening my arms “come to papa, come on” Reign did come to me “she is a good girl, I like she don’t cry” checking over at Robyn, she is speaking to Beyoncé without fainting “she knows rich, she senses that you got money. Ain’t it?” Shawn laughed “we need to do a little family thing, together. My kids will love Reign, she is adorable” Shawn touched her cheek, Reign turned her head and started grabbing my neck “she is getting grumpy now” looking down at her “hey, grumpy. My beautiful” lifting her up a little so she can rest her head on my shoulder.

My daughter is turning out to be grumpy now “look who’s here, momma. Doesn’t she look beautiful” Reign lifted her head up “what is it? What you see” I asked, I then pointed at Robyn “you see mommy” Beyoncé and Robyn have been talking for a while now “Robyn! Hey!” I spat, Robyn looked over at me “Reign wants to see” Robyn cooed out “look at her little face” Beyoncé said, Robyn made her way over to us “aww mommy is here” Reign straight away went to Robyn, she wanted her “awwww my beautiful baby, you missed me” both of my ladies looking beautiful as ever, I am so very proud of them both “come on, let’s take a picture” I said “Shawn, can you take it for me?” holding my phone out to him “sure, get together. Let the billionaires rise together” Shawn said, I laughed walking around Robyn “Robyn and Bey in the middle, Maurice at the side of Bey and Jay next to Robyn. That will be perfect” Shawn thinks he is a photographer “nigga you ain’t no photographer” I said laughing “get my best side, we both Shawn’ now. You gotta do good” I placed my arms behind me, I mean it’s Beyoncé, we family friends I still wouldn’t put my arm around her. Looking over at Jay and he did the same as me “look here then” looking at Shawn smiling, I am very happy right now “done” he held my phone out to me, taking my phone from him “thanks bro, we need to catch up though. Quick, how did it go?” I asked while looking down at the picture, this picture looks so rich “we on a break, she uhm didn’t take well at all. I was hoping she was here?” shaking my head “she is also angry with, we will catch up” tapping on IG, I mean of course I am going to post this picture. Shawn did actually do a great job with this, I am impressed. Captioning the picture ‘When the Carter and Davenport get together, congratulations @R0bynWillis on being Shawn Carter’ new business partner. 40/40 club near your city soon’ pressing send on the picture, let them hate even more.

“I didn’t know Tiffany is here?” Robyn grabbed my hand saying in my ear “what do you want me to do? My family wanted to come, my dad, you know” Robyn is not happy at all “you know what, you said the rich not the poor” Robyn spat, look at her Robyn being really angry at this “cuz” Kellen is still with the little rat then “hey” I said, Tiffany just stared at Robyn “if you don’t respect my girl in our home then you can go” I straight up said, I don’t give a fuck “hi” she strained out “how are you angry at Robyn huh? Kellen” looking at him “working on it” he said “you sure that child is even yours Maurice, it’s funny how it looks awfully more like Robyn then you. Not a single feature of you” Tiffany is funny “if Beyonce didn’t invite me to her home this weekend I would lay your ass out on this floor, but I have class, I have a name for myself Tiffany and trust me. The real Reign to the company is his, that cubic zirconia child you had will never see an ounce of royalty, not with you around” Tiffany eyes bulged out “Jay!” I waved my bodyguard over “escort this one out, Kellen you can stay but she goes” Jay nodded his head “listen here, I meant what I said so yeah. Come” I grabbed Robyn’ hand, my girl is on fire. Walking away from them “cubic zirconia?” I said laughing as I shook my head, she is funny “hi dear” seeing my auntie and uncle, this is weird to see my dad’ youngest brother out and about and for her to reach to Robyn “uhm Robyn, this is my auntie. She is married to my dad’ brother, he is the youngest. Montell, well uncle Montell. This is Robyn” Robyn looks shocked that I actually introduced her to him “wow, you look just like Marquis” my uncle shook Robyn’ hand “I am much more quiet then him, and I don’t have a walking stick” he joked, I never had issues with him but he’s never stuck up for me but least he didn’t end up like Malik. None of my dad’ brothers did, they was well mannered but then again my grandfather was a strict man.

[precuredaily]

Precure Day 169

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 21 - “Milk the Apprentice Caregiver Appears!” Date watched: 5 January 2020 Original air date: 1 July 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/3Lt6N6V Transformation Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/6k6SzS0 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

I just want you to know it took me a couple hours to cut out the faces and then another hour of video editing to figure out this program I’ve never used before in order to make that 10 second clip, so I hope you appreciate it. THESE ARE THE THINGS I DO FOR ART.

Anyway, what can I say. The bitch Milk is here.

The Plot

On her way to school, Nozomi picks up a mysterious alien fairy lying on the ground, thinking it’s a stuffed animal. The leech fairy proceeds to eat Nozomi’s lunch during first period, pausing when she hears Kokoda teaching the class, as it reminds her of the Coco she used to know.

Nozomi is devastated to find her lunchbox empty, and when she gets to Natts House after school she declares how hungry she is, so Nuts offers her some mamedifuku. She goes to get some, but in the moment that she has her back turned, her secret passenger eats them all. Nozomi turns back around and sees her, and screams.

One shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind those eyes... what dreams of chronic and sustained cruelty?

When Coco and Nuts show up with the other girls, there is a moment of shared recognition between the three as residents of Palmier Kingdom. Then the pest, who introduces herself as Milk, gushes that the two of them are the Princes of the Kingdom, which they brush off as not being important enough to bring up to the girls (but this will become important next season). She declares herself their Apprentice Caregiver, whatever that means, and is upset that the others are treating them so casually and that they’re doing labor themselves. Through further conversation, the parasite Milk explains how she got by by conning meals from, as she calls them, suckers. Suddenly, Nozomi realizes where her lunch went.

she takes it reasonably well

After some fuss, Milk shoos the girls out and they agree, having had enough excitement for the day. Then she tells Coco and Nuts that she will go purchase ingredients for dinner and runs out the door. They chase after her, because they’re concerned for her safety and she doesn’t know this town or anything about Nightmare. The princes end up in a park with Girinma, who has been dispatched to find them specifically, and he nearly kills them but for the triumphant return of Milk, who latches on like a facehugger, buying some time. Nozomi and the other girls appear, because they saw Coco and Nuts run out of the shop not long after their own departure and thought it was odd. They exposit to Girinma and Milk about how they’re going to revive the Palmier Kingdom with the Dream Collet and then transform into Precures.

Seeing his opportunity for revenge, Girinma turns a bench into a Kowaina to fight the girls. Dream jumps in and saves Milk from Girinma and places her safely off to the side before getting back into the fray. The team beats up on the monster, and at one point Girinma goes in for a killing blow on the fairies again but Dream and Lemonade stop him dead in his tracks.

Dream declares that they won’t let them cause Milk any more sadness, and everybody else chips in that she worked so hard and was extremely brave in getting to where she is now, in an unfamiliar world with dangerous enemies. Nozomi performs Dream Attack on the monster as Girinma flees and the park returns to normal.

Milk is sincerely amazed that these five are the legendary warriors..... but quickly catches herself and says she expected them to be more upstanding people. Nozomi tries to argue with her but the others shush her, pointing out that Milk has fallen asleep after exhausting herself that day, and we close on the pink devil’s sleeping face

The Analysis

You may have noticed a hint of animosity towards Milk. I just want to state that it’s only a joke, I don’t dislike her.

I actively dislike her! She is insufferable, rude, ungrateful, smug, and downright mean. The bar for new fairies isn’t exactly high, considering the first impressions of Porun, Lulun, and Moop & Foop, but Milk is in a league of her own. Get used to me calling her a bitch, because she’s a bitch. She is all tsun, no dere (for now). Yes, she’ll get better as the show progresses, but she’s extremely difficult to tolerate in her early episodes. Porun and Lulun were just whiny, she is mean, and a source of trouble and conflict for everyone around her.

She isn’t swayed by them being the legendary warriors, and thinks they should be more impressive. She feels that Coco and Nuts should be placed on a pedestal and worshipped for the princes they are, not respecting their apparently lack of interest in their titles or their penchant for hard work. However, of all the girls, Nozomi in particular seems to be the target of most of Milk’s ire. Milk doesn’t see her positive aspects, only her clumsiness, gullibility, and other weaknesses. As the superior being, Milk takes it upon herself to remind Nozomi of her place as often as possible. It may be because she was the first one they met and Nozomi is upset at her for constantly stealing food and acting high and mighty. They certainly got off on the wrong foot, but despite attempts to ease the tension, Milk just isn’t interested.

I do have to commend her for her bravery at the end. Jumping in front of danger when she’s easily the least powerful of the group is commendable. She tried to stop Girinma the only way she knew how. She wanted to protect Nuts and Coco, and the future of the Palmier Kingdom. Her heart is in the right place, and this is the seed for her character arc over the next season and a half.

but she also has acid blood

The fight scene is intense, with lots of fun dynamic action shots as usual. It feels a bit abbreviated compared to some we’ve had, but the focus is on keeping Coco, Nuts, and Milk safe. There’s a sequence where Dream and Rouge are diving around the Kowaina’s arms which lends to some great stills:

And then at the climax of the fight as Girinma goes in for the kill, he’s drawn in exceptional detail:

Unfortunately the shot that immediately follows this is terribly-drawn, surprisingly one of the few examples of that in this episode. It’s the shot where Dream and Lemonade catch his arms, which I postd earlier. That rapid switch in quality was really jarring and disappointing for an otherwise strong episode.

I didn’t cover this in the plot summary but Girinma seems to be on his last ropes at Nightmare. Bunbee comments that despite being the champion of the raid on Palmier Kindom, he hasn’t managed to beat the Precures, and is likely to be terminated soon. He offers some advice, as old friends, to fight the fairies since that’s what he’s good at. If he had actually stuck to this advice, not engaging in the fight when the girls showed up, he may have won. But as we’ve seen, he’s very proud and lets his pride get in the way a lot, such as the time he was literally holding the Dream Collet but stopped to fight the girls. I’m going to recount his character more in episode 24, it’s a bit of a turning point for him.

Most of the humor in this episode again comes from the friction between Nozomi and Milk, and you can find plentiful examples in the gallery. There’s also some great facial expressions like such:

And last of all, I’m certain I mentioned this more than once when I was writing about FWPC, but Milk is at least the third example within this series alone of a voice actress for a main character previously playing a part in another season. Sendai Eri, who voices Milk, was previously Nagisa’s excitable friend Kubota Shiho in Futari wa Precure and Max Heart!

When the All Stars series begins, this also makes Shiho one of the few side characters to sometimes get speaking lines, because her actress is already on hand to record for a fairy, and you know they gotta have the fairies.

Next time, Milk struggles to find her role, and runs away! Look forward to it! Pink Precure catchphrase count: 0 kettei!

[miazeklos]

HEY. HEY PUT THOSE TAGS INTO A FULL STORY PLS. Comfort. Healing. D-0 (I LOVE THAT LITTLE GUY!!!) don't just hide this potential in tags! :O

Anything for you, dear. ;D Based on this post. This is also on AO3 because it’s Christmas Eve and therefore traditional.   Also I gotta warn you, this was written... entirely on public transport, so sorry in advance for any mistakes. 

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They wait out the rest of the war onTatooine.

Ben had been the one to bring it up,resolute to go alone, and Rey had followed without a second thought. They lieas low as they can at first, eager to avoid the wrath of anyone who couldfollow them here, but they plant themselves into the locals's lives soon enough,taking on the role of mechanics for anyone who could need their services inexchange for anything to help them earn a living. Even though it's onlytemporary, things are still light years better than they had been on Jakku. Shehas a home here, not a makeshift shelter, and better yet, she might have afamily. It's only when they both find the rhythm of their new life that sherealises how easy it actually is.

“D-0, what happened to my memory circuit?”

“I-in here.”

“Are you still hoarding my droids?” Rey looks up from the engine she's beenslaving over for a week now just in time to catch the deadpan look he sends herway. The contrast between their working stations never fails to make her smile,even if the reasons behind it are less than pleasant - hers is clean enough,after years of doing this on her own, and the chaos that reigns over Ben's,with his two helpers and the array of needed parts that he has floating inorbit around him, is such an obvious compensation for an absence that it makesher heart ache. When he’s like this – entirely consumed by whatever is takinghis attention, face scrunched up in concentration with a lightness to his bodythat hadn’t seemed possible before – she thinks she might never want to lookaway.

“This is an assistance droid. It's what he does. I had a similar one as a child.”He stretches his hand out impatiently, only to realise that the miniaturecompartment needs to be manually opened. “Give it here.”

“N-no thank you.” D-0 rolls away before Bencan have another chance to approach and he retracts his arm as if he'd beenburnt, the pile of metal suspended in the air coming to a precarious stop as hefrowns.

“He does that with everyone.” Hisexpression eases, but there's still something there, bigger than astrangely misbehaving droid, as if he had understood but rather wished hehadn't. It’s something Rey has seen before, but he carefully tucks the emotionaway before she can so much as nudge it awake. “I'm not sure what happened tohim, but it takes him a while to approach a human. Or anything bigger than BB-8.”

“It’s all right. See?” He taps the droid inquestion until he gets an acknowledgment as D-0 whirls away pensively at a safedistance. “It’s not always bad.”

“O-often.”

Ben freezes for a moment before, with aquick glance at Rey and the work she’d forgotten about, hunching back over hisown project. “Someone needs to fix that defect of his. Droids don’t stutter.”

It would be an easy enough thing to dealwith and they both know it, but Rey bites the comment back along with a widearray of things he might not be quite ready to hear her say. “He’s fine as heis.”

A week later, as they flee through themarket on the run from the scene that they’d left behind – a spy that they’dhad to dispose of once he’d attacked them, again,though whether it’s from the former First Order or the new New Republic thistime, Rey isn’t sure any longer – the droid is the first thing Ben asks foronce he’s sure they’re safe.

~.~

She starts to notice a pattern after that.

It’s a silly thing to pay so much attentionto, given what had started it, but it’s impossible to ignore once Rey catcheson – no matter what he does, no matter how content or safe he is, everythingfrom Ben’s direction feels like he’s suspended mid-air, constantly waiting forthe other shoe to drop. What exactly it is that he’s expecting is impossible totell, but it’s there all the same, like an anxious backdrop to his every move.It relaxes its hold on him more and more every day and it never disappearscompletely – every step he makes is made with him holding his breath.

She finally cracks when she steps into theshower one day and sees him stiffen for all of a moment, shoulders caving inbefore he lets go.

“This doesn’t bother you when I do it.” It’sbarely a question and he cracks one eye open to give her a questioning look. “Unexpectedtouching.”

“No.” He rinses the soap out of his hair,the pristinely maintained air of nonchalance only giving when she doesn’telaborate either. “Why should it?”

Lessthan a year ago, I could have used it to kill you.It’s such a distant thought now, when he looks her in the eye, as open as he’sbeen ever since the very start. It had just meant something different then. “Itdoes with everyone else. I’ve seen it in a crowd. With our neighbours, too.”They don’t have too many of those and it’s still just a temporary home, but thepeople in their vicinity tend to be surprisingly affectionate. He’s always acutelyaware of his surroundings, but never of her – if anything, Rey suspects thatshe might have caught him by surprise only due to the fact that her presence isalready constant in his mind. “It doesn’t surprise you when it bothers others,too.”

“Is this about the droid?”

He’s just incredulous enough for her toknow that she’s right. “The same droid you’ve trained to trust you?”

The smile she gets in return might just bethe saddest one he’d ever given her. It’s a good thing, Rey supposes – she’sbeen seeing him happy more and more often lately and if memories are the onlything that can draw this out of him, it’s all the better for both of them.

“I’ve found that if you can’t train peopleto trust you, you have to teach yourself to duck out of their way.” There’s ascattered, chaotic recoil of recollection somewhere deep inside him, of lightningand shouting and pain and more pain It stretches on, seemingly over the courseof years, right before he shoves it out of sight. It’s horrifying, even more sofor how matter-of-fact he finds it – it’s a part of his life, just another laststraw on top of years of questioning and doubt, both external and internal; alifetime of looking over his shoulder and only seeing more unanswered questionsscattered along his path. It’s something she understands all too well, but eventhen, it’s far too much and for the first time, she sees it all, laid out likean open book in front of her on his command. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed,”he says, voice even lower than usual as he finally looks her in the eye, “but Ihave to train people out of mistrusting me.”

He’d never managed to train himself to trust him, that much Rey knowsnow. It almost makes her laugh; how for a long time, she had hoped against hopethat he would end up the explanation to all of her missing pieces (the past andthe peace and the hope, both her own and the ones of the entire galaxy), giventhat she’d answered some of his own questions in the meantime. Bond or no bond,she can’t imagine the relief it must have been – realising that she had lookedat him and had seen nothing but him alone, without a single accusation orpraise or expectation.

“Not me,” she argues immediately, ready fora rebuttal. He’s fond of arguing for argument’s sake, she’d had the time tofind out, but this might just be too important for him to try it now.

“No,” Ben agrees and there’s a little awein there too, just before he breaks into a smile. It’s entirely different thistime and it lights up his entire face and she’s already gravitating towards itlike a spaceship towards its homing beacon even before his hand cups her cheekand draws her closer. “Not you.”

~.~

When she wakes up the next day, the otherhalf of the bed is empty.

It’s a relatively common occurrence forher; waking up alone. Ben is a light sleeper and doesn’t seem to need much ofit to begin with, while Rey had had a much easier time of it ever since they’darrived on Tatooine. It would be a day like any other if it hadn’t been for thevoices in the only other room in the house and the strange mechanical wheezing thataccompanies it.

“Ben?” She rubs the sleep out of her eyesand pats the floor for her lightsaber, checking in on him through the bond oninstinct. He’s tense but not afraid, though that might just be the effort notto wake her – perhaps whoever is there doesn’t know that he’s not alone. Itshould have shocked her, how quickly every possible enemy on every spot on thespectrum had shifted into a vague theywhen they’d ended up alone against the rest of the galaxy, but it’s almost ahabit by now. Back when they had first slept with their weapons under theirpillows, it had been easier to think of their potential enemies as varying degreesof dangerous. Now, it’s just a distant sort of anxiety, ready to jump up atevery hint of a threat.

Lightsaber clutched in her hand, shetiptoes over to the door as the frenzied noise grows louder and her breathleaves her on a relieved exhale just as it comes to an abrupt stop.

“Do you see now? There’s no point infussing. This could have been much easier.” The sight in front of her is afamiliar one – Ben’s lying on his front on the floor, eyes shielded by themakeshift mask he usually uses when needed as he clutches D-0 in one hand and adrill in the other. Rey plucks one of the instruments floating around the roomand revels in the fact that he doesn’t flinch at the disturbance, the tension frommoments ago seeping away in favour of mild annoyance.

“B-better now.”

“I know.Now you can’t pretend you can’t hear me when I ask for something.” He tossesthe drill away in favour of an unsettlingly large needle. “We have to do something about this speechpattern. I thought it would go away on its own, but it’s been months.”

“R-Rey.”

“Yes, most likely. She’s good at that, isn’tshe?” The tone shifts from berating to almost conspiratorial mid-sentence and Reysteps fully into the room once his greeting flows through the connectionbetween them, as well as the awareness of her presence, and the warmth thatfollows engulfs her from head to toe, gentle and tentative and so carelesslyhonest that it nearly makes her cry. “Fixing things.”

When he turns to face her, she throws thewrench in his general direction. “I’m not sure he needs my help with thingsthat can fix themselves.”

Ben swiftly moves its course towards thetable where her weapon is already resting, returning her grin with one of hisown as he jumps up to his feet, repairs temporarily forgotten. “Perhaps not,”he allows, nearing her without an ounce of hesitation (it might not matteranymore, she thinks, how many times they’ve caught each other with their guarddown; not when it’s far more of a blessing than it’s ever been a curse). Atlong last, he’s actually landed, right here in front of her, without the pastbreathing down his back. It might be just around the corner, but the change isstill palpable enough for Rey to realise that she’d been holding her breathwith him; enough for her to feel nearly lightheaded as her own memories slip tothe side right along with his. “It’s enough that you’re here.”

This time, when she reaches out towardshim, Ben meets her halfway.

[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 27)

Jemima Jones IV

Another con! This one with Micah. This chapter contains criminal activity and mature topics of conversation. 

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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When I woke up, it was to Hosea's voice and gentle shaking of my shoulder. I'd fallen asleep in the chair by Arthur's bed, head cradled by my folded arms up against the nearest storage crate. I blearily lifted my head and blinked at my surroundings, momentarily confused. I remembered quickly, though, eyes immediately finding Arthur who was laying awake already, the morning sun pouring through the canvas of his tent. 

"There she is, thought I was gonna have to toss a bucket of water. Out like a light, though I don't know how, that can't be comfortable," Hosea greeted me, gesturing to the twisted, hunched position I'd woken up in. I stretched and grunted, putting my spine back in the right order, it felt like.

"Sorry, I'm in the way," I noted, realising the man was here to check on Arthur. 

I stood up and ambled past him, letting him sit down in my place.

"Surprised it ain't Grimshaw bustin' in here, putting you to work. It's late," Arthur said as Hosea gingerly pulled back his wound's dressing. 

"It is?" I murmured guiltily. "I should start on my chores."

"She knows you're not slacking, I think a late start is perfectly acceptable given the circumstances," Hosea assured me, pressing the back of his hand to Arthur's forehead.

"You have my permission to milk this," Arthur said, and I snorted.

"I don't mind chores," I shrugged, watching as Hosea tilted Arthur's head up and felt around under his jaw, checking for swollen glands. 

"Well, there's no sign of infection so far. How're you feeling?" He asked.

"'Bout as well as you'd expect."

"You're in pain, I imagine, but other than that?" Hosea clarified, gaining a one-shouldered shrug from Arthur. "Okay. Well, let us know if you start feeling unwell."

"Will do." 

"We'll get you some food, you gotta eat to get your strength up," Hosea patted his forearm then stood up.

"I ain't hungry," Arthur grimaced. "Especially not for whatever Pearson's rustling up."

"I don't care. We'll make you some oatmeal."

"I'll slice up some apple to go in, to sweeten it up and make it taste of something," I added.

"I don't need no fuss, just leave me here to fester and I'm sure I'll surface in a couple weeks," Arthur grumbled. I sighed and walked over to him, leaning over his bed. 

"Let us take care of you, Arthur. Everyone cares about you making a recovery," I told him softly. He blinked up at me, an unhappy crease in his forehead.

"Who'll still care when I need someone to stop me rolling into a ditch when I'm trying to take a damn piss?" He grumbled. My brows raised and I paused for a moment before shrugging. 

"I'll help you," I said. Arthur snorted.

"Uh, no. You won't. I draw the line there," he hissed. I straightened up and nodded in acceptance. 

"I'll do it. You go and make him that oatmeal," Hosea volunteered, patting my elbow and sending me on my way. "Come on, big guy."

I heard Arthur's groan of frustration as I left, and Hosea began helping him to his feet. I felt awful, seeing him so reliant on others when it was clear to me he was fiercely independent and did not like to trouble those he cared about. I wished he would see that he wasn't putting anyone out. He was injured, and we wanted to help. 

I prepared his oatmeal and brought it to him, he was pleased that he didn't need it feeding to him, because once he was propped up on some pillows he could use his good arm to feed himself. He waved me off to go about my day, though I felt reluctant to leave him alone in his tent. I did notice other members of the gang going in and keeping him company every now and then, though, notably Charles, John and Javier. Dutch too, of course, as well as the girls. They brought him books to read and candy to lift his spirits. Jack had visited with Abigail, and I was standing close enough that I could hear his curious questions and Arthur's sweet patience in answering them. Even the one asking whether he could see through the hole in his shoulder. I was pretty sure I'd seen everyone at least poke their head into the tent to ask how he was feeling. Even Micah.

A week or so passed and he was slowly getting better, more mobile. He was still confined to his bed for the most part, mainly under the orders of Hosea who insisted he take it easy and avoid unnecessary strain. I kept Arthur company most evenings, sometimes falling asleep in his tent, but whenever he caught me dozing before he fell asleep he'd send me to my bedroll. In the daytime, sometimes he'd venture out of the tent to stretch his legs and keep from going completely mad, but he'd lost a fair amount of blood and taken quite a beating and he tired easily, so his walks were short and few.

I hadn't left camp since my trip into town to get those supplies for Arthur, and I felt stir-crazy, not used to being in the same place without a change of scenery. I spared a lot of thoughts for Arthur at that, wondering if he felt the same way. I had been doing general chores around camp to do my bit, but I certainly felt ready for something different halfway through the second week of such routine. So, when Micah approached me one afternoon when I was sat by Arthur doing some sewing, I was inclined to agree with whatever scheme he had cooking up. 

"Reckon I could pull you away from the resident colander for a few hours?" He'd greeted us, gaining a stern look from myself and complete ignorance from Arthur. 

"Depends, it gonna get me out of here?" I replied. 

"Of course. I've been itching for another one of our jobs, we always work so well together, you and I," he touted, voice a praising drawl.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, seeing Arthur's chest rise in a heavy breath from the corner of my eye. I glanced at him, and he was just staring at the top of the tent from his reclined position in bed. I realised how rude it was to discuss getting out of camp while Arthur had no option to do so, so I quickly rose to my feet, leaving my sewing on the table next to me. 

"Well, actually–"

"We should leave Arthur in peace," I quickly interjected, giving Arthur a nod and a smile before I left. He just watched me go with an expression I couldn't read. 

As we walked away, Micah continued, "I was thinking we could go to the Parlour House, pull a little something like you did with John."

"Yeah? Like what?" I asked. He stopped walking and turned to face me head on, an impish smile on his face. I stared blankly for a moment, then cocked my brow. "Oh, you want me to think of something?"

"You have such a way with these things," he flattered me, putting his hands on my upper arms and giving them an encouraging squeeze. 

I brought my hand up to my mouth, idly running my fingers across my lips in thought. Micah's tongue peeked out, brushing against the bristles of his moustache at the corner of his mouth as he stared at me expectantly. I shrugged his hands off of me, a frown forming on my face. 

"Give me a second, I hate being put on the spot," I grumbled, eyes flittering around the camp for a source of inspiration, as if the perfect plan would jump out at me from the sight of Molly preening in the mirror, or Charles constructing fire arrows, or Swanson tripping over his own feet as he stumbled by, singing a loud, slurred song.

My lips curved into a smile when magically, an idea did emerge at the glint of light bouncing off a beer bottle in Uncle's hand. 

Gathering the materials for the con was easy enough. I found an empty box in one of the wagons and asked around for any pretty gift bags; which Molly could provide. I asked Uncle to drain his beer, wrapped the bottle in a piece of cloth and swung it against the ground so it shattered. Finally, I poured the broken glass into the box, sealed it up, and put it away in the gift bag; all the while, Micah followed me around camp, curious and confused, but quiet. 

"Train station," I said to Micah once the prop was ready and he gave me a quizzical look. "It's better than the Parlour House, plus I don't wanna seem suspicious, in case anyone saw what I did last time."

"Sure, you gonna explain what we're doing?" He cocked a brow. 

"On the way," I smirked, then padded off to dress in something a little prettier; corset, petticoat and all, with a few pieces of borrowed jewellery too. 

-

We arrived by horseback at the train station and I'd brought Micah up to speed. He'd laughed at my plan, not out of malice but because he thought it was brilliant. We were sat in the train station, waiting for the right time to strike. We needed someone who looked like they had money, of course, and with the town being close to Saint Denis, I was sure we'd find someone suitable passing through the station.

I left it to Micah to pick the mark, he sat by me, watching the doors behind us and preparing to give the signal for me to move. It was a simple plan, neat and tidy how I liked them with little room for things to go wrong, relying on acting skills. I was sitting in my finest clothes with the gift bag on my lap and my back to the doors, even Micah had dressed up a little sharper than usual just to add to the believability of our job. I was well rehearsed, having pulled a similar job on my own before I'd joined the gang, excited anticipation twisted in my stomach and made me feel just a little bit sick. 

Micah's knee suddenly bumped against mine; it was show time. Without so much as a pause I suddenly rose to my feet, turning to step out from the end of the bench without a glance back. There was a thump and a crash, of course, the pretty gift bag hitting the ground just a second after a body collided with my own. I stumbled for effect, crying out as I tumbled onto my side, hip hitting the floor, limbs sprawling out and making one heck of a scene. Heads turned, the man who'd bumped into me froze, eyes widening and a number of emotions passing across his face. Shock, confusion, annoyance. 

"Watch where you're damn well going, woman!" He yelled at me, not giving a fig about the fact I was laying on the floor. Ah, well at least I didn't have robbing a kind gentleman on my conscience.

I winced, shifting onto my other side and rubbing at my hip, then froze, eyes settling on my bag.

"No!" I shouted, moving quickly to grab the bag, making sure that everyone could hear the tinkling of broken glass as I moved it. 

"Angel, are you alright?" Micah was quick to jump into action, crouching down next to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. 

"I'm… I'm fine. I'll probably have a bruise but I'll live. That's more than I can say for my gift," I told him sadly, holding the bag up to him. Micah's head swivelled to the man. 

"Don't just stand there, you moron!" He spat, shaming the man into reaching out, taking my elbow in his hand and working with Micah to help me back to my feet. 

"I didn't even get to open it!" I bemoaned, staring down at the bag in my hands. 

"Oh… oh, I'm sorry, angel. These things happen, maybe we can, uh, buy you a new one," Micah said, his tone edged with nervousness. "Just sit yourself down, dear, that was a nasty fall."

Micah guided me into my seat, as everyone stared, gawping. The mark fidgeted in his spot, cheeks reddening as people scowled and tutted at him. 

"You, uh, you alright, ma'am?" He asked awkwardly. I kept my head down, turning away just a bit as if to pretend he wasn't there.

"You just yelled at the poor girl, leave her be, let's you and I just have a little chat," Micah grumbled at him, taking the bag from me and shoving the guy's shoulder to get him moving in the opposite direction.

Despite him being on the other side of the room, I could hear every word from Micah's mouth. He wasn't concerned about being quiet, the more onlookers the better. 

"You any idea how much this thing cost? How long I scrimped and saved to straggle together enough cash to make my lady's birthday a special one?" He began, shaking the rattly bag for effect. 

"Hey, she stood up right in fr–"

"Don't you for one second think about blaming her for this. Be a man! Take responsibility!" He snapped his interruption then gave a heavy sigh. "She's been wanting it for weeks, it's this pretty little vase from this place in Saint Denis…"

"Are you alright, miss?" A gentleman nearby asked, distracting me from my eavesdropping. 

"Oh, yes, I'll be fine. Thank you, sir," I said, disappointment seeping into my tone. "Today had been so special, this is all such a shame!"

"It's your birthday?" He asked, and I nodded. The man glanced over at Micah, then rose to his feet. "I'll go see if I can lend a hand, see if we can talk some sense into that man. I heard the way he yelled at you, that's no way to speak to a lady; 'specially not one just been knocked over."

My lips parted and I watched him walk over to join Micah, giving his two cents and urging the mark to cough up some cash to go towards a new vase. I had not been expecting that. Soon enough, another feller joined in. I almost felt guilty, but this was what we did. This was how we made money! The mark looked plenty rich enough, in an expensive looking suit, a gold ring on almost every finger. The attention he'd drawn had him pulling out a billfold and pushing it into Micah's eager hand with an angry hiss of acceptance, before he was storming out of the station muttering about not being able to miss his train. 

Micah pocketed the cash, uttering his thanks to the other men who'd stepped in before he was gliding on over to me, a smile threatening to lift his moustache. He held his hand out to me and I took it, he helped me up, dusting his lips across the back of my knuckles in a way I'd have to have words with him about.

"My lady, I'm sorry about all that. Tomorrow I will go and get a replacement for your gift, for now, perhaps you'd like to get out of here and get a drink with me, take some of the edge off such a stressful situation?" He suggested. I smiled, giving a small curtsy. 

"Perhaps," I nodded. Micah straightened up, guiding me from the station with a hand on the small of my back. 

-

"I cannot believe that man stepped in to help you," I was saying to Micah, sat upstairs out on the balcony of Rhodes Parlour House, over a bottle of beer. 

"What a sucker," he chuckled. 

"Poor man. He had no idea what he was doing," I shook my head, biting my lip.

"I almost lost it right there, you're lucky I never laughed, missy," he teased. 

"How much did you get?" I asked, leaning forwards, elbows on the table. He leaned forwards too, smirking. 

"Sixty. Not too bad for free money, huh?"

"Not bad at all," I agreed, brushing my fingers up and down the side of my beer bottle idly. 

"How's your hip? You hit the floor pretty hard there," he asked, eyes dipping down my body though the table was blocking his view.

"A little sore, actually, never meant to act that part out so well," I admitted with a snort.

"Well, I guess it earned you a few sympathy points. And no one can say you aren't committed to your role, you did good, darlin'," he drawled, sipping his beer and licking his lips as he locked his eyes on mine.

"I think I may have found my calling; I should be joining the theatre," I laughed. 

"No, no, you're staying with us. You're far too valuable an asset," he told me, and I gave an awkward huff at the flattery. "I'm serious, you've brought in a decent sum of cash since you've been rolling with us, I like your attitude."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I just do what I can. I owe my life to the gang, I don't wanna be a freeloader."

"You do more than your fair share. Between you and me, I reckon most'a the women back at camp are holding us back, they don't put in graft like the rest of us," he leaned in conspiratorially and spoke under his breath. "That's why you're a breath of fresh air."

"Oh, now that ain't fair, the girls do plenty, it just goes unnoticed," I defended, frowning at him. 

"Maybe they do, but you ask me I don't reckon it balances out too well," he shrugged, "we could probably get on just fine without the women."

"You ain't forgotten you're speaking to one of the women, have you?" I cocked a brow and Micah acknowledged me with a gaze that was unnerving in its shameless assessment of me. 

"Oh it's mighty hard to forget that I'm in the company of a woman," his tone was bold, a little vulgar, even, and he was smirking at me. "But I don't class you as one of the women," he made air quotations with his fingers as if to categorise them as an entity all of their own.

"Oh? Then what am I?" I queried, genuinely curious about his response. 

"You, you're somethin' special. I can see you really going places in this gang, you keep doing what you do. Especially if you stick by my side."

I didn't say anything for a while, not entirely sure what to say. Micah kept on staring at me, a smile plastered across his lips, beer on his breath as he leaned across the table, taking up some of my personal space where I was leaning on the table too. 

"Anyone ever told you, you got a real pretty face?" He suddenly said, taking me by surprise. "Especially those eyes. Real nice eyes."

My brows raised and I leaned back a little, my back meeting the chair. "Oh, well that's kind of you to say," I murmured. 

"You ever think about that kiss we shared?" He asked, though he received silence as an answer. "You tasted nice, was good while it lasted, weren't it? Even though you made out like it bothered you."

"Well, it did bother me. But that's in the past, ain't it? Not worth talking about, let's forget about it."

"You think? I thought people were supposed to always remember their first kiss."

"If it's all the same to you, Micah, I'd rather not count that one," I told him curtly, and a smile settled across his features that was amused and more than a little predatory. 

I thought for a moment he was finished, with the resulting silence, but it did not last long. He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, resting his beer bottle on his belly.

"You know, I think it's sweet you're a woman of little experience, you don't see that all too much, not with the company we keep. Ladies like Miss Abigail; I ain't got a problem with a woman who sells herself but, well, you know. There's something mighty appealing about a pretty thing who ain't ever been sullied by the hands of another man," Micah licked his lips, his expression decidedly lascivious.

"Micah, this ain't a proper topic of conversation," I huffed, getting warm in the face and shifting uncomfortably.

"I suspect you're curious. 'Bout what a man can do," he continued, ignoring my discomfort, "be honest."

"This ain't proper," I reiterated, speaking under my breath, "where on Earth has this come from?" I balked. He let out a dirty laugh. 

"You're a sweet little thing, ain't you?" He said, then sat up, draining his beer. "You and I, we have fun together, don't we?"

"Fun?" I repeated. "I guess so, sometimes."

"Yeah, we do. I reckon we could have all sorts of fun, I could show you what you've been missing out on all these years, if you'd let me," he offered, gesturing to me with the neck of his bottle, "how about it? You can trust me, you'll have a nice time. Just a little fun between you and I."

I narrowed my eyes at him, rendered speechless. 

"Would you like that? We could pay for a room here, head back later and nobody has to know about it but us, it'd be like uhh… like a private celebration of our own," he carried on, and I couldn't comprehend how blind he was to my obvious displeasure. 

"Just so I'm clear; are you asking if I wanna have sex with you; here? Now?" I asked bluntly, seeing him flinch just a little at the way I asked, no frills or nothing. 

"I'm asking if you'd like to have a little harmless fun with a trusted friend, it don't gotta be put as brash as that," he rephrased and I sighed. 

"Put it how you like, the answer's the same. I'm not sleeping with you, Micah. Nice try, though. The pep talk was nice, I was even a little flattered," I told him drily. His shoulders sagged and his smile dropped.

"Fair enough, your loss," he grunted, casting off any charm he may have had. I snorted, amused more than anything. 

His eyes wandered back to me at my laugh, and he couldn't help but smile a little too. "Something special," he echoed from earlier, shaking his head.

[floraone]

44,45 or 46!!! I don’t care if I’m later than five I’m your friend and you gotta

44 now, 45 and 46 later ;) (46 seems to have been popular??)

Anyway you chose this prompt you knew what would happen lol, so...

🍋🍋🍋 (mild-ish) SMUT AHEAD 🍋🍋🍋post stars, everyone of age here. YOU WERE WARNED. (Someone teach me how to do cut lines on my phone please?)

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A Kiss Out Of Lust

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He had a problem.

A very stiff, very hard, very pressing problem.

Ami had called it a weird anomaly. Maybe a stray daimon egg, or someone messing with dark magic they shouldn't have, maybe an angry spirit. Either way, it had been laughably easy to defeat, even if Usagi had been particularly clumsy due to the early hour of the morning. After only a little fuss, the thing -  whatever it was - had been defeated, just right before his first class began. He even got there in time, even if he'd had to rush from the scene.

...Maybe he shouldn't have rushed from the scene.

Mamoru had no clue what was wrong. He couldn't remember any substance he got into contact with during the fight that could have caused... this. Whatever this was.

It had gotten worse throughout the day.

He'd been relatively fine starting out, his mind not unusually preoccupied seeing he had just seen his girlfriend suited up and fighting an enemy for the first time in months, and he wasn't used to the sight anymore and it Did Things to him on any good day, especially when he'd been keeping his distance to let her study in piece for her final graduation exams. And so, starting out, he hadn't thought anything the matter. His mind drifting off to the way she flushed in action, to the coy and proud smile she'd shot him when she'd kicked some weird-spirit ass, her soft skin when he lifted her out of the trajectory, the way she stretched and yawned and gave him a happy kiss on his nose when it was all over like the friggin adorable person she was.

Sailor Moon turned him on. That wasn't news. That was normal. What was not normal was the way it seemed to have taken over every single thought in his mind.

The thoughts about her soft skin turned into fantasies that made him flush and uncomfortable because he wasn't like that he wasn't so lewd, he didn't think about flipping the skirt of her Fuku up and nudging the bodice aside and burrowing himself into her with her heavy panting against his throat as he did it again and again, right the second he could steal her away straight from the battle, that was not where his mind went, except it apparently now did.

By the time his second class of the day rolled around in direct succession, he wasn't able to take notes anymore.

Legs crossed uncomfortably to hide his problem, he was an absolute mess. The seminar was on the musculoskeletal system, one of the most unsexy things one could imagine, except his imagination today was dialed up to a hundred and the muscoloskeletal system did include legs. Usagi's legs. Usagi's legs thrown across his shoulders, Usagi's legs clamped around his waist, his hands digging into the pink flesh to hold her up, Usagi's thighs as he spread them apart slowly, running his hands softly up the insides until she opened up for him with a sigh and a whimper, Usagi's thighs as they straddled his face.

He didn't make it to his lunch-time study group.  He really barely made it home. He had to transform and take the scenic roof-top route because there was no way he could sit on the metro with that insistent, troubling, infuriatingly distracting boner.

Back home, cold shower didn't help, taking... care of it ...didn't help, and he was staring at his ceiling in despair with his hair still wet from his shower and in just his tented sweatpants (cause looking at it made him even more uncomfortable), contemplating how he would ever find the courage to pick up his phone and call for Ami's expertise and find words to explain his current problematic situation which wouldn't make him die a thousand deaths in embarrassment in the process and also never travel to Minako's ears.

He refrained from shouting all the relieved profanity through his apartment when Sailor Moon burst through his open balcony door.

She came to a stop in front of his couch, looking down at him and his problem with hooded eyes and heaving breaths and flushed skin, and a look that would have undressed him had he been more dressed.

He cried out for real when she de-transformed, both because no more Fuku and because the exploding ribbons left her naked for a second and god no, why, don't, no, don't go back to CLOTHES...

The frustrated cry was swallowed by her mouth as she launched herself into his lap and that was painful because his problem was so painful, and he cried out again when she settled onto it fully and groaned into his mouth in exactly the same way.

"Were we drugged?" she whimpered against his ear when his teeth found her collarbone.

"I think so," he said, hands up her shirt and throwing it behind him because really, why the hell would she be wearing clothes?

"Do we care?" she rasped when he lifted her up from his lap by the hips to yank at her pants.

"No," he growled, and shook his head so hard it almost made him dizzy. He pulled her back towards his lips, groaning at the way her mouth was kind of paradise and her tongue was all sorts of way too talented at making him whimper and beg and really, this wasn't such a problem, after all, was it?

[ssaalexblake]

star wars spoilers

ros spoilers

move onnnn

like actual proper major spoilers and i’m making this intro long in case mobile decides to hate read mores today

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Anyway like, i am a Shallow sw viewer who isn’t actually likely to kick up a fuss abt what i didn’t like in any serious way even tho i got issues, But i wanna say what i really liked b/c?? there were moments in that movie with themes i Loved and i don’t wanna be negative nancy for this franchise because i am actually incapable of taking it seriously tbh no matter how wtf or wild it is and i just Gotta;

First of all. The entire franchise was worth Rey it for calling Leia Master. 

like, they added her in best as they could, which wasn’t fabulous but i can’t really say how they’d work their way around that tbh so i’m not gonna rag on abt the Leia plot But god they proper confirmed she was a Legit Jedi thank u V much.

Chewie!!! Got!!! his!!! medal!!!

they put porgs in the movie, it was my only request and i recieved. i am content. 

also the effects on old palps were Incredible and Creepy and!!! props to the vis effects teams

also s/o to the choreographer who planned out rey’s fighting style to look like gymnastic tumbles but with a murderous glow stick. love it.

idk what extended sw canon now says about force powers being able to heal But the old eu book shatterpoint is one of my faves and i loved the inclusion that Rey can just like. Heal. 

also lol i heard daisy ridley on the radio this morning and she was supposed to be requesting songs to air but didn’t know the names of them and i have Never related to anybody more than i did in that moment. 

look ok, that rey and kylie could literally fight each other when not in the same room was Really Cool ok

tho i would have Paid to have seen the pov of an outsider while they had lightsaber battles from miles away tbh b/c that would have been Wild

i had one Horrified moment where i thought the ‘rise of skywalker’ thing was a Pun about kylie dragging his ass up from that hole and u have No Idea how thankful i was @ the Rise sequence

also i, a massive mace windu fan, was Ecstatic his voice was present in the proceedings

which were A) tacky and B) Abdolutely my favourite thing ever. 

it’s a space opera ok i am allowed to Want to be here for the tacky heartwarming shit

‘is that the navy??!?!?!?!?@ ‘ no sir... it’s.. .People’ was one of the funniest yet heartwarming sequences in anything ever ngl

HORSE WARTHOGS

inexplicable lin manuel miranda cameo

rey’s temper explained due to the fact that she is related to... Vilanelle

and look ok, i Always hated the idea of Rey being related to the skywalkers and Any crap meta that she had to be family for it to Count properly. It was an insult to found family, any form of adoption etc etc and i am.. Actually very mollified by this familial turn of events lol. It has a certain symmetry. and sw is literally built on the idea that history repeats but... different. 

i was’t against rey being related to anybody, i just didn’t want her to be a skywalker because like... she was gonna Be a skywalker b/c legacy isn’t about blood, and uh... least i was right. i am naturally happy abt this. 

also when i watched tlj the first time i was CONVINCED at the end of the movie she’d raise luke’s x wing from the depths as yoda did for luke in esb, and was Super off put that i was wrong. I was not wrong just... my timing was off. luke rose the x wing for her. ur yoda now luke. deal with it. 

the other ex storm troopers who laid down their weapons!!! all of them!!! fin is not alone, they only have power by making you think you are alone!!! 

i Really loved that thematic thread btw

also richard e grant’s performance was actually kind of chilling

but i am glad that i can still happily say that every character in sw Is a total unmitigated idiot. All of them. Stupid. Idiot rights. Yes, this is a plus point. 

i also liked that it’s Kind of obvious hamill and ford picked up slack for what Would have been carrie’s scenes??? Like, it’s horrible she’s not there but they obviously care to do that in her stead. it’s sad but makes you smile. 

as much as i’m not a kyle fan and never will be, and as much as i am not a fan of the ship, i can’t say there there weren’t decent thematic threads around the rey and kylie plot. Her symbolically killing kylie in a fit of rage, actively actually rising to his bait, realising as luke did in the roj climax that she had let the dark side get the better of her But having the power to take that Back and heal him and Stop even after she’d done something. It’s like the originals but not. And so, kylo is dead and Solo walks again. Was this plot My thing? No. But i appreciate the symbolism of him being stabbed through the stomach like he did to Han, and i appreciate the contrast of her actions after doing that versus His after he did it. What a difference. 

i said this wasn’t a complaint post but u wanna know the worst part abt the movie??? how cheap the sith dagger looked. surely u can do better than that???

anyway, 3po’s red eyed when he translated the sith was hilarious tbh. 

also hilarious: sw’s response to hiring Another brown haired white lady was to Only show her eyes in a way that was Incredibly conspicuous and was therefore unintentionally hilarious. 

Finn is Explicitly force sensitive now and it’s over for y’all 

wedge!!!

like... the sith amphitheater???  with the ghosties of all sith past (i think??? my interpretation anyway) was Genuinely creepy??? 

this is a Bit of a side note, but Luke was Perfectly in tune with tlj luke??? Because tlj luke changed tune before the end of That movie when he gucci booted his astral ass to distract kylie, him Saying his fear was wrong was merely verbal confirmation of what was portrayed in tlj. really. That’s not them backing away from tlj, it’s afffirming it. 

i really loved that hux just got That death. I liked  that while he Was used for ridiculous comic relief, the narrative did not forget he was just straight up evil. 

L A N D O

that i all. that’s the point. just lando.

sheev palpatine’s late entry for Shittiest parent/paternal figure in the sw universe Was at the eleventh hour but by god did he give it his all to win the competition. 

things only relevant to cm fans: they killed kate callahan’s husband!!! :((((

critics are slamming them for like, hardly killing anybody but I for one am happy they didn’t go grimdark and just went. Fuck it, we’re gonna keep being bullheadedly optimistic and most everybody lives, deal with it.

s/o to that gay moment that lasted like 2 solid seconds but i’d have preferred it if she’d been like, making out w/ chewie tbh.

that hug!! the trio hug!! my ot3!!! that i am even more convinced would Properly work as an ot3, too btw. Poe spent the whole movie jealous finn is into Rey, while confused abt it b/c He’s also kinda into Rey in that han/leia Tension kinda way, but Finn is also into Poe but not in the Puppy way he is with Rey, in the ‘i am so in love w/ you i don’t realise it but i trust you with the world’ kinda thing and Rey also has the Tension thing w/ Poe and would do anything for Finn but she’s like... Busy. B/c like, unfortunate family reunions and the awkwardness of being a millennial Actually offered a decent job that your morals do not allow you to take and the crisis that leaves u with. 

anyway what i’m saying is the ot3 is Sailing in my head. look how it ended!!! Sailing. 

however, i would like it known that the lady at the end Should have heard the word skywalker and Run for the hills. missed a chance. 

But also Rey Did find that family of hers Maz told her she’d get ahead of her!!! i hate how many ppl say that was dropped or forgotten. like wtf??? what are finn and poe and chewie and bb8 and 3po and all the army of droids that love her and all the resistance that does too??? Luke and Leia??? y’all obsessed with blood when it comes to sw. She’s got her family. 

now i Could make a complaints post but i just... I’ll leave that to everybody else and their mothers for now bc they’d be better at it anyway. I liked This stuff. Except for that point about the dagger. that sucked. 

[goddessofthundathighs]

Hollyweird: The Tales of Tops, Bottoms, & Beards

Premise: What happens when Angel finds out about King Jade’s escapades outside The Kompound. Based off the following photos:

A/N: This story is 100% fictitious and the results of what happens when I’m allowed to write/post whatever I want without restrictions. It’s meant to be comical. Just gotta put that out there for anyone that stans any of the celebs mentioned.

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“Biiiiiiiiiiitch,” Angel’s thick Creole accent called through Charlie’s iPhone. She was between takes on her latest film and had just been given the juiciest tea that she’d ever heard. I’m talking boiling hot. And when she learned that it involved one of her sister wives, she had to FaceTime and get the firsthand account of the details.

“So you out here pegging actors?” The question caused Henny and Charlie to choke on their water.

“Excusez-moi?” Henny exclaimed as she tried to compose herself from the coughing fit.

“The fuck you talking about, Angel?” Erik’s deep voice could be heard from the other end of the phone. He’d decided to surprise both Hennessy and Charlie with a lunch date to their favorite ramen shop as a means of catching up with his two favorite doms and the news came as more than a shock to him.

“Ask Charlie,” she replied with a sly smirk. Charlie gulped hard as she realized that all eyes were on her.

“Okay chill, I’ll spill it. But Daka you can’t get mad because we were on a break,” she warned before regaling the tale.

“Aight so boom,” she started with a chuckle.

“The house was pitch black with red candles leading the way to the grand family room where the festivities would take place. They were smart, choosing to rent out a house in the Hills far enough away from civilization as to not raise suspicions. Each room was labeled with the type of activity that was taking place inside, a precaution so no one could say they didn’t know what they were getting into. Everyone’s face was covered with masquerade masks, a means of preserving identities. But being as cunning as I am, I knew roughly 85% of the crowd. I stood clad in a white bodysuit, my bountiful breastesses accented with sheer lace. Around my neck was the diamond choker Henny gifted me last Christmas along with the custom white fur jacket Bastion made for me. A matching white masquerade mask hid my face from the rest of the room as I ventured deeper into the space. Will’s voice could be heard over the sensual music that flowed from the hidden speakers.

“Release all of your inhibitions. Tonight you’re free to be whoever you want to be. Relax, have fun, and unleash your demons.” Riveting speech, Fresh Prince. I smiled as a young buff man made his way towards me. His chest was perfectly chiseled, not as nice as yours, Daka, but it worked for the moment.” Erik kissed his teeth in annoyance before leaning back in his chair.

“I really don’t wanna hear this shit,” he pouted.

“Shit, we do!” Angél and Henny called in unison. Charlie giggled before continuing.

“You looking for a party?” he asked once he was directly in front of me.

“Sweetheart, King Jade is the party. On your knees.” He dropped without question, looking up at me as if he knew I were a goddess on earth. He could tell.

“Worship me.”

“You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your eyes shine like diamonds in the night and your thighs look as though they hide the greatest treasure known to man.”

“Damn,” Henny interjected, looking pointedly at Erik. “How come you don’t compliment us like that?”

“Girl if you don’t shut yo ass up and eat them noodles,” Erik fussed. “You don’t be worried about compliments with my di—”

“Aight nigga damn. Nobody asked you all that. Continue Cha Cha.” Charlie slurped a noodle before looking down at her phone.

“Exactly how much did Jamie tell you so I know what holes to fill,” she said causing Hennessy to erupt in another fit of laughter.

“No pun intended!” Charlie laughed when she caught the joke.

“He said he walked in on you pegging Leo DiCaprio and Robert Ri’Chard And something about Beyoncé pegging Jay-Z.”

“Oh so you in other niggas booties now, Charlie?” Erik asked, crossing his arms over his chest with an attitude.

“First of all, lower your voice we’re in public. Second of all, mind your business. I told you we were on a break.” Angél kicked her feet and squealed in excitement as Charlie continued.

“To spare our husband the gory details, yes I pegged them both. Leo was a diva and kept trying to touch me, while Robert was the perfect sub. Yes Beyoncé pegged Jay and Diddy engaged in some “questionable” activities as well. But the true tea is what went on in Will and Jada’s room.” Hennessy ordered another round of margaritas for her and Charlie and another double Hennessy on the rocks for Erik before urging Charlie to continue.

“After I was done with my little Hollywood twinks, I began roaming the house to see what everyone else was up to. I walked until I stopped outside a large, red door. The sign outside only had a black X on it, so being the curious little nugget I am, I went in. I was immediately greeted with the sight of women on women and double penetrations galore.” Hennessy and Angel were on the edge of their seats.

“Who was in there, girl?” Henny coaxed.

“All I’ma say is, Angél, if you have a kissing scene with Jamie, don’t do it.”

“Wait bitch, what?!” Angél screamed, side eying her co-star.

“That man, along with a few others, takes and sucks more dick than any woman you’ve ever met, including us!”

“Who were the ‘few others’?” Angél asked as her eyes roamed the set.

“I couldn’t make out everyone, but I remember seeing Terrance Howard, Taye Diggs, and Wesley Snipes to name a few.”

Erik perked up at this.

“On yo mama?” Erik asked with a wide grin. “Wesley Snipes? Blade? Out here taking pipe?”

“On my mama. I seen it with my own eyes.” The quartet laughed loudly as Charlie continued the tale. Erik ended up finding humor in it all rather than being angry at the fact that she’d topped someone else.

“I still can’t believe you went King Jade on another nigga,” he fake pouted, showing off the slight patch in his beard.

“Not my fault I got bootyholes in different area codes.”

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