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chil2de · 4 years ago

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How are you today? If its alright with you, can I request a Atsumu x fem reader where she has a super tomboy style and ALWAYS wears baggy clothes, but one day atsumu comes over to hang out and the only outfit she has left is kinda a tight fitting shirt and for the first time ever Atsumu realizes just how curvy his girlfriend is

sorry if thats to specific! feel free to ignorethis!

warning - miya atsumu x reader

hiii! i’m doing okay anonie, thank you and i hope u are faring well!!! so um this ended up being a LOT longer than i expected pls forgive me it was supposed to be a cute lil drabble but now its like uh 2k words aJdhfhhd, i really loved this idea!!! don’t worry ab it being too specific i actually like that and it helps give me a general idea about the req

well whilst this isn’t tooooo nsfw there are a few small themes in the beginning + swearing since i write atsumu like that and implications of sexual content ig at the end but aside from that? just some fluff for our fav king. characters are aged up and i am unsure how it would work but call it anime logic and enjoy! thanks for requesting! (okay rereading the ending is lowkey smut why am i like this)

“b-cup.” atsumu huffed with confidence. he took a large swig out of his water bottle, nodding his head wisely in affirmation.

“really? i’d say c-cup.” suna chimed in, his half-lidded gaze narrowing.

“nah, it’s b-cup”

“what the hell are you two talking about?” osamu interjected, concern and disgust thick on his features as he came over carrying a few towels.

“(y/n)’s bra size” suna nonchalantly responded, his eyes flicking up for a few seconds as he accepted the towel from osamu.

“‘tsumu i knew you were messed in the head but, suna? have you caught his germs?”

“fuck are you making it sound like i have some viral disease?”

“you don’t?” suna snorted, plopping down onto the floor to sit cross-legged.

“why don’t you just ask her?” osamu’s gaze flickered onto yours from across the court. you felt your ears burn from the way the three of them were staring at you.

was something on your face?

a bug? dirt?

“huh? like i’m supposed to say, hey baby girl, what size are your tits?”

“i’m still saying b-cup”

“c-cup”

“i think b-cup” osamu joined in, watching atsumu screw his face at him

“you goddamn hypocrite-“ “who’s being a hypocrite?” kita inquired with a half-hushed tone, making his way over with a few protein bars

“oh my god i’m going home” atsumu groaned, resting his palms on his knees as he stood up. he beelined towards you, his exhaustion painted his lazy smile beautifully. he still had the energy to turn around over his shoulder and flip his middle finger up at his team whilst his right hand snaked around to your waist.

somewhere around your waist. it took him a little bit of digging through all the fabric.

it didn’t matter to him, though. as much of a jackass as he might’ve been, he never judged you for the way you dressed. even if it meant that sometimes you looked a lil bit homeless, at the end of the day- he still had that glimmer in his eyes whenever he saw you.

you would be his favourite baby girl, no matter what.

“is that my shirt you’re wearing?” he hummed, glancing down to look at it.

it was, in fact, one of his shirts. it was matte black in colour, with a small dip that would showcase atsumu’s collar bones. it was a little bit faded from the many wash cycles it endured throughout its lifetime, but he would always notice the small tear in the bottom right section of the fabric.

“sorryyy, i know you just washed it but it smelled so nice. also, wow, did you put on deodorant? you actually smell like a man it’s kinda creepy”

“i always put on deodorant you dipshit, you’re always crying about how pretty my face looks so your nose doesn’t pick up the scent. it’s verbena citrus, buy your own because i know you’ll try stealing mine so i’m putting a padlock on that shit.” atsumu scoffed, digging his fingers into your sides to tickle you as you walked. you squirmed, swatting him away as you dug your hands into the pockets of your joggers. they were not atsumu’s, unfortunately, for you found out the hard way that you would literally have to drag the excess fabric behind you like some train dress or bundle it up and fold it, which, in retrospect- did not look too aesthetically pleasing. you settled for your own joggers and favourite high-top sneakers to match.

“you know you’ll say all this but give me your deodorant anyway, right?” you stuck your tongue out at him. he rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair.

“hey.” he called out, causing you to direct your attention towards him.

he nudged your arm with his elbow.

oh.

“give it here.”

you uncurled your left hand out of your pocket, zipping it up to make sure the contents inside didn’t spill. atsumu slid his right hand away from your waist and opened his palm up, intertwining his fingertips between yours into a tight lock. he grazed his thumb over the back of your hand, giving you a small squeeze.

“that was the cheesiest and most corniest thing you’ve done and i hated it” you made a mock gagging sound, averting your gaze.

you could feel the blush fresh on your cheeks, heart pounding in your chest like it was about to explode.

“wait, you thought i was holding your hand because we’re dating? i’m just doing it because i know your dumbass would get lost” atsumu snorted, throwing his head back in laughter.

well,

you could still see the light blush tinting his cheeks. and it wasn’t the sunset.

“mmm, should i wear this one- wait-“ you grabbed the shirt, folding it upwards as you took a small whiff. well,, you did wear it yesterday… yeah, you did put it in the laundry basket,,, no, it didn’t smell toooo bad, but..

you groaned, tossing it back into said basket as you furrowed your brows in concentration.

you heard the doorbell ring which only caused you to panic even further. you just needed a shirt. literally any shirt. you were about to cut your freaking pants out and sew them together to another pair for a shirt.

since it was a friday, you had atsumu walk you halfway home. you only lived a street away from him, and the apartment was conveniently built on a fork between the road down to his house and the supermarket. hence, he dropped you off and went to the store all by himself like a responsible adult to grab some snacks for the weekend.

“it’s open!” you called out, leaning your jaw back as you shouted in hopes for your voice to travel further.

in that moment, just in the corner of your eye- you saw a familiar flash of black.

you swooped the fabric up, quietly humming in pleasure when it smelled like laundry detergent and fabric softener.

you lifted the shirt over your head, struggling to pull it down for a few seconds.

you admired yourself briefly in the mirror.

it was a casual t-shirt. it reached down to the middle portion of your arms, though it was significantly less baggy than all of your other clothes. you liked to sleep in it during hot and stuffy summer nights, but rarely found yourself using it otherwise.

it’s not like you didn’t like these kinds of shirts.

but when given the option to look “stylish” or comfortable, who wouldn’t pick comfortable? that’s what was important to you above all. clothes that made you feel like you were constantly in bed were a godsend from the heavens.

“hey dipshit, i spent twenty minutes jumping stores for you but no one sold any (favourite drink) so i got you-“ atsumu halted in his steps, the grocery bags curled around his fists were suddenly forgotten and discarded as he caught sight of you through the doorframe.

you were clad in a pair of old white shorts and a black t-shirt, complimentary of the fact that everything else was currently in the laundry machine. atsumu could outline every single damn crevice and dip on you, and he burned that shit so deep into his retinas that he would still see it when his eyes were closed.

he felt his breath hitch, something deep inside him resonating, growing feral like hunger.

he still stood by what he said,

baggy clothes or not, you were beautiful.

but he wasn’t expecting this

“so you bought what?” you inquired, twisting your torso halfway to greet him as you finished brushing through some knots in your hair at the vanity.

“huh?”

“you said there wasn’t any (favourite drink) so you got what? did you fall and crack your head open on the way here? cause it looks like it��

you could feel your heart squeeze, body temperature increased twofold as icy hot waves wracked every inch of your skin. there was a cold sweat that rolled down the back of your knees.

“shut the hell up, i hate you” atsumu grumbled, forcing himself to turn away from you and stomp off to the kitchen with a pout.

“jesus christ give me strength i hate this woman, where the hell does she get off thinking she can get away with looking so good like that” atsumu mumbled incoherent curses underneath his breath, shakily unloading everything he bought out onto the counter and stuffing the groceries into cabinets and the fridge.

“‘samu, i hate you but dude i need twin telepathy, give me strength so i don’t deck this woman right here right now” he cursed, gritting his teeth. his self-control was about to fly out the window.

“you okay?” you popped your head through the door, leaning into the kitchen.

he could see the outline of your prominent collarbones, the way the shirt still fell a little bit and hung loosely off of your frame. he could see the start of your stomach.

god, it should’ve been illegal the way he wanted to grab your thighs. he wondered for a second what it would look like with his fingerprints etched into your skin there.

“want a few tissues and some lotion?” you snorted, nestling up beside him to help. you gazed at him, watching him keep his eyes narrowed on the packet of pistachios he was fumbling with.

you thought it was cute.

“listen- if you’re not ready yet then i’d suggest that you find something else to wear cause holy shit if you don’t get away from me right now i swear i will not restrain myself-“

“i’m ready” you hummed, giving him an innocent smile. you toyed with your hands behind your back, fiddling with them as butterflies swept your abdomen.

atsumu snorted, eyebrows creasing in confusion. he turned to face you, setting the pistachios down.

“alright i’m not saying this to boost my ego, but, what did you say?”

“i said i’m ready”

you watched his brain stir, gears ticking and turning like clockwork.

atsumu let out a low sigh.

“yeah, yeah. well, then.”

his right hand slammed against the wall, caging you in. he leaned into you, looming over you as his half-lidded eyes burned holes inside your soul. you felt the air tense and switch around him, carnal desires swirling behind his gaze. his chest was so close to yours, practically flush, save for the tiniest gap. you could literally feel his heart hammering.

he was so invasive, so close, yet so respectful. he still kept his distance, just n case you changed your mind.

“are you sure this is what you want?” his voice was hot and slick against the shell of your ear, voice husky and octaves deeper. you could feel the sexual tension dripping from him.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against him.

“i’m sure, ‘tsumu.”

a loud chuckle ripped from the depths of his chest. it was so hearty, and fuck, it made you clench.

atsumu swooped you up all in one swift motion, hands hooking underneath your thighs as he shoved you against the counter. he sent everything clattering and thudding in the process.

“don’t say i didn’t warn you, doll.”

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noocturnalchild · 4 years ago

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Of Thieves and Poets

Warning : Mention of abuse, light depiction of wounds, hurt

Well, that was a hard chapter to write, mainly cause I’m still strugling with my English, and sometimes, ideas are here but I find no words to describe them as I want to !

Many thanks to a great friend who’s always been there to beta read my fics and correct the MANY language mistakes I’m still making,it’s a shame that I can’t tag her here !

Sara maybe you’ll never read this but I LOVE YOU ( this is me talking to myself lol)

Also many thanks to all who are sharing and liking my fics, I love you guys, you are the best !

All the poetry in this chapter is William Carlos Williams’ !

Chapter one here !

Chapter 2

Give me something to eat! Let me take you to the hospital, I said and after you are well you can do as you please. She smiled, Yes you do what you please first then I can do what I please

“Who’s she?”

The day Laura died, he wrote his most accomplished poem. It rested between her cold fingers, folded in a small sheet of damp paper and he briefly wondered if the dead could read. Heavy rain washed the sleepy city that day, and everyone said that they’d never seen so many white peonies in the same place before. He buried all his other poem books with her, tucked between her curls and the black and white satin.

He never made a copy.

Paterson didn’t write love poems anymore. But never were his fingers as ink stained, bruised and abused by so many hours spent writing as they were now, and never was his desk inundated by so many notebooks. They piled up in complete disorder, competing with books and tools, making the old wood squeak uncomfortably.

“Who’s she”

Only now he saw her fiddling with the framed photo he kept on his living room table, so that it was always the first thing he saw as he woke up.

“Wife?”

Paterson didn’t answer.

Mina had her back turned to him. She couldn’t see the man’s eyes watering, or the frown of his brows, nor could she feel his struggle with his breath, repressing the tides of anguish that menaced to crash on him again.

“Gorgeous, dude! bet she gives great head” She turned to look at him over her shoulder, winked suggestively.

Beaming and smug at the same time, Mina looked like one who’s sure just dropped something so smart and funny, completely oblivious of the hands clutching on the cold marble of the kitchen counter. White knuckles, white pain…

“No complaints.“

Paterson’s reply of choice. Life was going on for everybody, for him too. Doc got a TV in his bar after all. Marie went to New York and Everett to LA. And he was still a bus driver, eating cereals every morning, writing in his yellow pages and sitting on the wet benches of Paterson’s waterfalls, so why would he complain?

“Go and freshen up, bathroom first door to the left”

“You’re no fun” She stuck out her tongue and left. Paterson couldn’t be mad.

Laura was laughing, straddling the arm of the sofa and eyeing him with mischief in her eyes. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Won’t ya help me with my clothes?”

“I can’t do much with a broken wrist”

“It hurts”

(…)

“Dude, come on, so prudish!”

Laura had a hand on her mouth now, in mock shock, her eyes were still laughing, and Paterson was confused, a pretty blush rising to his cheeks. He remembered now that the only clothes he had that might fit Mina were Laura’s, and even those were big for the bony creature waiting for his help in his bathroom.

“Hold… hold on a second”

Paterson drew in a shaky breath, fetched one of his sleep shirts from his bed drawers, strode to open the bathroom door and… oh God.

A trembling dry leaf stood before him. Only in her white crop top and equally white panties; Paterson imagined her cracking under the passers-by’s soles, giving in under their rough stumpings, each one leaving a stain on her weak frame. Paterson’s eyes descended to her bare thighs, and she kept her eyes on the floor.

“Jesus… Who… who did this to you?”

Her thighs were a hideous map, little red and yellowish scabbed dots and circles on tarnished, discolored skin.

She shrugged, eyes avoiding his. Why would he care, why was he so insistent, why couldn’t he just be like the others, why won’t he try something with her, on her, like she deserves… she would let him, this one, she would.

“Just help me with my top” a wobbly voice replied, but Paterson was already looking for something in his medicine cabinet.

“Sit on the stool there” His hands were shaking as he put the ointment and the bandages on the side and proceeded to wet a washcloth.

“Can… I?” He kneeled, and their eyes met. She kept silent and nodded and he thought the sparkle in her eyes was gratitude.

With infinite gentle touches, Paterson washed her thighs and legs, dried them carefully, applied the ointment and wrapped them in clean bandages.

Laura was watching in reverence. The scene exuded something religious; the saint washing the sinner’s faults. And none spoke a word.

Afterwards, Mina laid in white clean sheets, but for all the comfort she had, she couldn’t sleep the few hours separating the night from dawn. She counted the hours, watching the bus driver as he slept peaceful and soft; not so far from her spot on the sofa.

The domestic rituals, the warm clothes, the vanilla soap smell lingering, the nice buzzing of the fridge in a quiet space, and the dim light he kept on just for her… His… his kindness coiled her like sticky ropes. Mina was suffocating.

She got up, slid in her dirty jeans, but kept his shirt on, and with a final brush of his hair, she took his watch and slipped out of the quiet house, and the monsters took her in their arms again.

***

Recycled air and synthetic notes, shopping carts rolling and low, lustful giggles.

With his favorite brand of cereal in hand, Paterson’s food shopping was almost done for the day. He was just strolling, verses starting to form in the fog of his mind as he saw two forms melting in each other, just against one of the snack vending machines. A smile began to tug on his lips. Life was simple, young lovers making out in malls and supermarkets, in the streets and gardens; the boy handsy, in baggy jeans and a loose jumper, fake golden chains around black collar, the girl…the girl.

Paterson’s mind went blank, and verses fled away like frightened pigeons.

“Oi man, whatcha lookin’ at!”

The guy addressed a dazed Paterson, and the girl turned her head from off her lover’s chest.

In all the scenarios she imagined at night, curled up in the corners of the streets and between the brushwood of the parks , meeting him again while in the arms of another man was never on the list. It shouldn’t be like that, it wasn’t supposed to be like that. He shouldn’t think that she… but what was she anyway? She was everything he might think of her now.

He was so beautiful she wanted to bury her pain in his chest, between the threads of his regal hair. Curl all the hurt in a bundle and he would take it, in his large warm palm. He would know how to make it disappear, like by magic, vanish in thin air. With a touch of his finger pads, he could wash away scars; wipe away the purples and the blues and the burns. He was so clean she feared to touch him. He was so wholesome and she felt so queasy, so sickening she wanted to puke. Her hand skimmed the hidden pocket in her rat nibbled jean vest; the watch was still there, burning a hole in its worn fabric. She didn’t pass it on to Ian. It earned her new cigarette burns and a slap that made her nose bleed a little, but she had survived worse treatments.

“Who’s that, you know that guy? You do boring now?”

Carlos giggled, showcasing many missed teeth. He pinched her sides playfully, slapped her cheek playfully, squeezed her tits playfully, and she wished to die.

“Yo dude, wanna suck my dick? Ow no? Maybe a threesome? My chick here gives amazing head”

Oh, that again.

“See, not interested”

Carlos giggles sounded like gallows bells.

“I’m not your chick, for fuck’s sake!”

Mina screamed in frustration, pushed a stunned Carlos away, wriggled free from his sloppy hold, hand reaching out for salvation.

“I’m… I’m sorry!”

What she meant to be loud and clear, came out as a choked whisper.

But Paterson was already turning his back to her. This time he didn’t wait for her, not even a hum or a discarding hand, his long silhouette drawing away, swallowed by the light.

Life was going on, no complaints.

***

Mina was out, really out.

Even when she told him she wouldn’t play “pretend” with him anymore, Carlos still hung around for some time, and the money she could get from him she saved with scrutiny, starving herself to death. She never came back to the “pack”; her steps always took her to the quiet small house at the end of the stairs. She lurked there, watching when the lights went on, and stayed hunched behind shrubs and bushes, clutching the watch to her heart, listening to their combined tic tic tic… the mechanics soothed her, and she slept there every night.

Whatever happens, never sell the watch.

She started doing windshield scrubbing too, helped some nice grocery shop owners with their crates for some dollars, and by the end of the month she could buy a dozen cigarette packs and tissue boxes to sell in the streets. She was always hungry, but at least she could picture him in the back of her mind smiling, not disappointed in her anymore. He might not know, for now, but the thought was comforting. The thought was like a pier, supporting the bridge she was building towards him and she was sure she would reach him again, one day.

***

Sun benches at the curb bespeak another season, truncated poplars that having served for shade served also later for the fire.

It was Saturday morning. The rainy clouds of the day before blew over for a shiny crystal sun to come out. Excitement and expectations wired the air with buzzing electricity around Hinchliff Stadium. Kids and teens, middle aged and old people formed noisy groups, stomping on empty chips bags and placing bets.

Mina thought herself lucky when she laid hands on second hand baseball game tickets. Her wrist completely healed now, she roamed the area around the stadium, surfed the crowd, hands full, voice rusty from a cold she was nursing, over exploited vocal chords, yelling, trying to convince hurried passers-by to buy, by means of jokes and charms.

That’s when she saw him.

“Fuckin’ Carlos” a livid Mina stumbled a few steps backward, eyes seeking a gap between the crowds, quickly calculating her way out.

Fuck!

She could recognize Ian’s red sneakers anywhere. She thanked the heavens for his poor cover-up skills, giving her the high ground for a moment. She knew he could see her, but she took her chance. One group blocked his vision for a moment, and Mina took off her oversized leather jacket, let her hair down and started to walk slowly in the opposite direction.

She mentally counted to ten, chewing furiously on an overused gum, her hands started sweating. She knew that if caught this time, it wouldn’t just be cigarette burns on her thighs.

So Mina ran.

She ran aimlessly, not looking back, eyes closed and breath shagged. She could feel the adrenaline rush shot through her bones, just like every time she plunged her skillful hands inside the pockets of an oblivious passer-by, but this time there would be no euphoria of the gain waiting at the end of the road, just a sliced head.

Five minutes of sprinting and she couldn’t take it anymore, were her lungs that damaged? Fuck you Carlos, couldn’t keep his trap shut! Fuck! She was losing speed, she could hear Ian’s red sneakers batting the asphalt, tap tap tap, just behind. It was common belief that, at moments like these, the film of your whole life would flash back before your eyes, that the spool of all your wrongs would unfurl the threads that would wind around your legs and throat, choke you to death, drag you to hell. But Mina only saw two amber gems, Mina saw warmth and large, strong arms wrapping her in endless depths of comfort, and she felt peace descend upon her, Mina saw the future so she ran faster, and this time, with one destination in mind.

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melodycallers · 5 years ago

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Tag game!

Thanks @michaalien for tagging me 😋

1. What is your middle name?

Patricia

2. How old are you?

3. When is your birthday?

February 26th

4. What is your zodiac sign?

Pisces Sun, Libra Moon, Gemini Rising

5. What is your favourite colour?

Every shade of purple and olive green

6. What’s your lucky number?

7. Do you have any pets?

I moved out so no, but I had lots

8. Where are you from?

Honduras

9. How tall are you?

151 cm

10. What shoe size are you?

European 38

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

12. What was your last dream about?

It was a nightmare about the IT clown and I’ve never seen the movies but I saw a poster on the train station and my brain thought that was a good idea

13. What talents do you have?

Music I think, mediocre at best guitar player and decent singer

14. Are you psychic in any way?

Maybe guessing what people is going to tell me before hand? Maybe I’m just too observant

15. Favourite song?

Right now is Bitter Salt by Jake Bugg

16. Favourite movie?

Star Trek Beyond and Pride and Prejudice that I can think off rn

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

Someone nice, mature and funny

18. Do you want children?

Used to but I don’t think so, the world is too fucked up. If a change my mind I’ll probably adopt

19. Do you want a church wedding?

20. Are you religious?

Grew up in a Christian household but I’m not anymore

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

nope

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

24. Baths or showers?

Baths

25. What color socks are you wearing?

White with black stripes, or is it the other way around?

26. Have you ever been famous?

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

I wanted to be a musician, I still wanna 😂

28. What type of music do you like?

My heavy rotation is always indie rock, and then a little bit of everything I guess

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I hug my pillow with my leg on top of it on my side.

32. How big is your house?

Used to be some offices so it’s pretty big apartment but I also live with my family so

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

Weekdays only green tea and black coffee and weekends toasts with whatever I find. I freaking love toasted bread

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

35. Have you ever tried archery?

I wanna

36. Favorite clean word?

Dude

37. Favorite swear word?

Fuck

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

30 hours because it was a 2 day flight and I was anxious

39. Do you have any scars?

One on my knee when I felt off my bike as a kid but it’s pretty faded now

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

no fam

41. Are you a good liar?

I like to think so since I’m pretty quiet but I don’t usually lie

42. Are you a good judge of character?

yes

43. Can you do any accents other than your own?

Yes? They’re pretty bad

44. Do you have a strong accent?

It really depends what I’m watching or who I’m around. But pretty much American English

45. What is your favourite accent?

Irish and Scottish

46. What is your personality type?

Quiet, reserved, use sarcasm and jokes as a copying mechanisms 🤷🏻‍♀️

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

My raybans

48. Can you curl your tongue?

yes

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

50. Left or right-handed?

right

51. Are you scared of spiders?

a little bit yeah but I love house spiders even tho I get jump scared when I see them 😂

52. Favourite food?

Tacosssss

53. Favourite foreign food?

chinese

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

A combination of both, I get so much satisfaction when I clean my room and everything is in order but the second I start looking for something I tornado the whole thing up

55. Most used phrase?

My dude

56. Most used word?

Fuck in a singsongy voice

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

Work days? 20 min , weekends or going out? Like 2 hours my dude

58. Do you have much of an ego?

I don’t think so

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

suck

60. Do you talk to yourself?

a lot

61. Do you sing to yourself?

yes

62. Are you a good singer?

I would like to think so, yes

63. Biggest Fear?

Disappointment from people I care about

64. Are you a gossip?

Only with my mom but I avoid it with everyone else at all cost

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

Wonder

66. Do you like long or short hair?

both but I prefer short

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

68. Favourite school subject?

Music, history

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

71. What makes you nervous?

crowded rooms, family meetings

72. Are you scared of the dark?

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

sometimes

74. Are you ticklish?

on my sides

75. Have you ever started a rumour?

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

Yes

77. Have you ever drank underage?

78. Have you ever done drugs?

79. Who was your first real crush?

Nelson in 3rd grade

80. How many piercings do you have?

My ears are pierced but that happened when I was a baby, I want more

81. Can you roll your R’s?

yessss

82. How fast can you type?

Fast

83. How fast can you run?

Not that fast

84. What color is your hair?

The darkest brown basically black

85. What color are your eyes?

Dark brown

86. What are you allergic to?

Seasonal allergies, dust

87. Do you keep a journal?

88. What do your parents do?

My mom used to be an accountant but now she manages her own apartment building and my dad worked in many jobs but currently in a supermarket

89. Do you like your age?

22 is weird, the early twenties are weird. Not complaining tho

90. What makes you angry?

Ah you know the usual, bigotry and rude people. Oh and people who denies that we keep fucking up the earth for selfish reasons

91. Do you like your own name?

yes

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child?

I want dogs, many many dogs

94. What are you strengths?

Empathy and compassion

95. What are your weaknesses?

I put people’s needs above mine way too much which leads to them taking advantage

96. How did you get your name?

I have no idea, I’m gonna ask my mom today

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Gotta ask the conquistadors

98. Do you have any scars?

99. Colour of your bedspread?

White with some orange and black shapes

100. Colour of your room?

white (not by choice)

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rpintheskies-blog · 6 years ago

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name: imogen valentine carson

age: 16 (and human)

family: mother: diana carson (part time nurse), father: dean carson (former literature professor), brother and sister twins- 9 years old ophelia and cassio (cassio recently gone missing and found dead)

friends: best friend are kaia (“kiki”- a cheerleader, romantic, and flirt) and dexter (“dex”- a stoner, lazy, and art lover). she hates elena’s goonies, especially elena. however, she is currently in a year and few months long relationship with elena’s little brother: jeremy gilbert.

hobbies: a cheerleader, loves dance (especially ballet), babysitting (cassio and ophelia of course), studying for the only class she actually likes: art history, watching obscure films with jeremy, talking shit with kiki, reading (not shakespeare though, her father ruined that by naming them all that), watching cassio play baseball and ophelia softball, flirting, debating anything with dexter.

personality: stubborn, smart, hard-working, determined, was more of a goody-two-shoes but is more adventurous and daring, however she’s pure at the heart, a romantic and optimist in most situation, family person, friendly, loyal, kind, sweet, creative.

flaws:

- when she hates someone she hates them with a BURNING passion (sorry elene lmao rip)

- she’s too stubborn for her own good and most of the time stands up for things she doesn’t even believe in just to argue or because she was told not to

- very absent-minded, day dreams A LOT

- somehow terribly oblivious to the supernatural aspect of mystic falls

- when she gives up, she gives up. but when she’s focused she is crazy focused.

// jeremy and imogen //

Imogen was heart-broken. She worked her ass off in class, out of class, all the time for ballet. She went to classes rather than the parties in her grade. She threw out her social life- even resorting to the bare minimal texts to Dex and the only passing conversations with Kiki. She refused to join cheerleading. She refused to eat any foods that were even slightly processed. Her grades fell, her feet were heavily blistered and ruined, yet all she could think about was practice. Practice, and practice, and practice. She would spend more than five hours a day practicing, and when she wasn’t by herself she was in class trying to soak up all the advice and teaching she could. She was seconds from breaking.

And she did. She broke. Hard. Something in her gut saw it coming, possibly it was her parents' sudden quietness when she entered the room. How her father looked more disheveled than usual, and how they ate out less. But nothing could prepare her for that Tuesday night. It was pasta night, Cassio and Ophelia were ecstatic because mom and dad bought them Chef Bouyarde. Something they would only beg for every single supermarket run. Mother would chide them, commenting on how it was just full of chemicals and question why they would want chemicals when she made great pasta herself. Imogen got alfredo pasta. Grandma’s recipe that she absolutely worshipped. Her mother would only make it for special occasions: awards, performance nights, first day of school dinners, and so on. However, today was none of that. It was a boring old Tuesday night. Thus, when Imogen’s eyes fell on the white sauce, she frowned deeply. Her stomach did summersaults and not ones of joy.

“Tell me.” Imogen demanded, crossing her arms. She leaned against the doorframe into the kitchen. Her eyes were narrowed with determination. She was determined to finally get some answers. Her mother’s eyes flickered up to her, her lips turned downwards but she quickly pushed them upwards, nodding towards the bowl of pasta, “Do you want me to fix you up a plate, Genny?” She asked in a tone that was sickly sweet.

“Mom.” Imogen persisted, her tone more tired, the words barely distinguished from the deep sigh she exhaled. Her mothers tight and small smile she forced on slowly deteriorated. It wasn’t going to be held for long anyway. Her mother was equally exhausted.

“Your father has been laid off.”

It took a while for Imogen to truly understand what that meant for her. But she learned quick. His loss of job wasn’t recent. He had been job searching for months now. They were running low on money, and mother was working longer shifts at the hospital in hopes to make up for it. Cassio and Ophelia were very worried about whether or not they would be receiving fewer gifts for their birthdays. Imogen asked about her lessons and she wished she hadn’t. Of course, ignoring the truth wouldn’t make it not happen. She couldn’t remember for how long she cried when they said she wouldn’t be able to take lessons for a while. They were expensive, fair enough. But it was the tipping point for Imogen.

***

Imogen set cross legged on the back stairs of the school, whereas Dexter sat on top of one of the huge dumpsters, his skinny legs hanging over. He had his hair in his new hairdo obsession: cornrows. Practically falling off his nose was a small and thin pair of sunglasses, dangling off his nose like the joint off his fingers. “Man, that’s tough. I can’t even imagine, Gen. Damn, you know if he going to get a job soon?” He took a long drag of the blunt, holding his breath as he waited for her to respond.

“Doubt it.” She mumbled, watching him exhale the smoke through his nostrils, a smug look on his face. She frowned, narrowing her eyes and furrowing her eyebrows. Determined, she pushed herself off the steps and marched over, plucking the joint out of his hand and pressing it against her lips. She tried to copy what she saw Dexter do every day, breathe it in and inhale like you’re sucking out of a straw. She didn’t expect it to be so strong and to burn her throat. She yanked it out of her mouth and curled over coughing her lungs out. Tears pricked her eyes. Dexter watched her with wide eyes, wondering if he was truly tripping this hard or if Imogen ‘goody-two-shoes’ Carson really took a hit.

“Woah, woah, woah... Gen, you ok? You know first timers-”

“I’m fine.” She managed with a weak voice, straightening up and wiping her eyes with the back of her non-joint hand. She went to take another try when she heard a voice behind her.

“Hey, do you mind if I have some?” Low and behold it was the voice of no other than ‘Little Gilbert’ AKA Elena Gilbert’s little brother. Imogen slightly glared at him, probably hating him by assosciation. She raised her right hand, which hend the blunt between the two forefingers, and shook it slightly some ashes flying off it.

“You want a hit of this thing, ‘Little Gilbert’?”

“It’s Jeremy, and actually, yeah I want a hit of that joint. You can say it, it’s not a bad word.” Jeremy said, his dark eyes glaring down at her back. His arms were folded against his chest. He was too upset and in a mood to deal with this kind of shit. Little did he know that Imogen was in a mood too, and no one, no one, talked back to her.

Frowning, rather annoyed at being told off, Imogen glanced back at Dexter who just shrugged. Deciding not to start a fight she didn’t need, she pushed the joint is his direction. He gave her an attempt at a smile, and took it, instantly relaxing as he inhaled a big breath. Slowly taking another drag, he took a seat on a crate.

From then on, Jeremy would join them as they smoked (in which Imogen would rarely par take- in hopes that she would be able to go to classes again). Imogen and Jeremy would argue over the most stupid things, and bicker. Imogen appreciated it.

***

It wasn’t long until they started dating. It was shortly after Kiki dared Imogen to go out with a guy from their rivalry school- Bridgeback High. She was a cheerleader at this time being coherced into signing up by Kiki (”What else are you going to do if you don’t have dance? You won’t injure yourself. I promise”) and it was practically illegal for a cheerleader to do it. Kiki wanted to see if she could go a week dating the kid without being kicked off the team. Thankfully, she managed. However, Jeremy wasn’t so pleased.

One afternoon, she brought her ‘boyfriend’ to the smoking spot. In hopes that some of the team would see them together as she brought him over. She had to make it obvious they were a ‘thing’ or else she didn’t truly fulfill the dare (according to Kiki). Imogen was wearing her cheerleading uniform with his Rams varsity jacket over it. It was definitely a sight, once that sparked a lot of whispering and aghast looks as she walked by. His hand was low on her waist, way too low for her liking, but she had to keep it going. The pair finally reached Dexter and Jeremy. Dexter elbowed Jeremy, his mouth slightly open in shock. Jeremy’s eyes slowly trailed upwards and his face fell more by each second, until finally he was frowning and standing up.

“Who’s this douche, Minnie?” Jeremy said, walking over to the football player, his eyes narrowed practically into slits and a scowl resting on his face.

Imogen frowned, her eyebrows knitting into confusion. “He’s not a douche, his name is Nate and he’s my boyfriend.” She pulled herself out of Nate’s now protective grip to stand in front of him. “What’s your problem Jeremy?” She said under her breath, giving him her best ‘what the f**k?’ look.

“What’s my problem? What’s your problem? Degrading yourself to a varsity jersey? Letting him put his hands all over you and stare at you like you’re a piece of meat? God, Minnie, I thought you had more respect for yourself than that.”

That’s when Nate scoffed. Making things much worse. The more muscular guy pushed himself in front of Imogen, practically pushing her away. “Emo dude, let the chick do what she wants.” It wasn’t longer than a millisecond before Jeremy swung backwards, his fist connecting with Nate’s face. All Hell broke loose. Jeremy and Nate started to toussle, Dexter quickly stepped away, and Elena’s boyfriend at the time Matt stepped in along with his best friend Tyler, separating the two guys.

Imogen wanted to tell them to f**ck off and just because they did anything for Elena (for some reason she couldn’t understand) didn’t mean they had to get into Jeremy’s private matters. But she was just thankful he was okay and the fight was over. They spent the night with his head in her lap, her icing his swollen lip and playing with his hair.

‘Why’d you do that?” She asked softly, a few hours in to the film marathon they were having at her house (Mom and Dad were at a parent and teacher’s conference at the elemntary school for Ophelia and Cassio).

“Which part?” Jeremy asked, sitting up slowly and grunting so he could face her.

Imogen let out a small breath of a laugh, a confused smile on her face as she looked up at him, them a lot closer than she even realized. “All of it.”

Jeremy’s face softened. It was probably the most she had seen since she started talking to him which was after his parents’ death. His eyes met her and she felt somehting in her chest she never felt before. She felt heavy and weightless at the same time.

“Because I like you.” And with that, she grabbed his cheeks with both of her hands and pulled him down to her, crashing her lips against his.

For the first time since she stopped truly dancing, she felt right.

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streamofconsciousnesshorror-blog · 6 years ago

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Bird Box - Steam of Consciousness

Bird Box

I am about to sit and watch this movie. I’ve heard a lot about it and it seems to be the thing to see at the moment. Not sure what I’m going to make of it…

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS (obv)

Oh, Sandra Bullock

She seems nice… not!

“Boy and Girl”??

Aww, they’re cuties.

Oh no, not birds! I don’t want to see animals getting hurt.

So, what if they peek underneath the blindfold? That’s not taking them off…

They can see through them slightly it appears.

Have those kids really got all their belongings in those teeny tiny backpacks?

Oh, where do I know her from? The woman who just came in…

An “Arabian Stud”???

Okay, so Sandra’s character has… issues!

Getting over a break up?

And she’s preggers?

Oh I see, very preggers. lol

Sandra’s had work done, botox!

Euw, see that’s why I never wanted pregnancy — the throwing up!!

OMG, is she doing that to protest the orange velour tracksuit??

Okay, they’re all committing suicide. Here we go.

Damn, Sandra’s face is messed up!! She can’t move it anymore! She’s got no facial expressions!

DAMN, I doubt the unborn baby will survive that crash!

WOAH — actually saw her body getting splattered on that lorry!

This is disturbing.

They see loved ones before they kill themselves it seems.

Impressed so far, it’s really well done. I’m totally using my touch typing skills here, so I don’t have to look away!

You’ve got every stereotype here; murderous, gumpy old man, meathead white dude, hippy white chick, rich old white woman, token black guy, token hispanic looking girl, token Asian guy, got it all covered!

Oh there’s two black guys. lol

Supermarket Charlie. lol

Sandra not looking too good with that pregnancy.

Wondering where these two little kids come into it…

Ffs angry old man, it wasn’t her fault someone went out to try and help her.

Sandra in bed with full make-up on! As you do.

Oh great, is this one of those jumping backwards and forwards in time movies? Hate that.

Okay, her hair’s WAY longer here.

Oh those sweet little birds. Please don’t let them die!!

Oh of course, BIRD BOX!! Duh. I’m slow.

Okay I recognise the angry old man. I just can’t place him. IMDB time!

Nope, I know the name John Malcovic, but I can’t work out what I’ve seen him in.

Oh. Is this one pregnant or just fat?

Oh, pregnant. A friend for Sandra.

She was starving? Really?? K.

Why don’t I know anyone’s names yet?

What the hell are they doing now? Their plan went way over my head. lol

Asian guy is smiley, huh?

What’s Sandra got on her feet??

Just busting some stretches with my ass in the air, seems as good a time as any.

I thought pregnancy made your hair shiny and healthy! Not in this woman’s case.

Oh SHIT, it can be transmitted through a SCREEN!!

Oh dear, Asian guy’s a gonna!

But he didn’t see a relative beforehand, he just saw a black shadow.

“Thought it might be good for us to be close”… no luv, bugger off! lol

Shut UP! This big woman doesn’t stop talking.

WOW, that is some kitchen! #kitchenenvy

Ooookay then! Sex! lol

Sandra and this black guy are hitting it off!

I’m only calling him “black guy” because I literally don’t know any of their names!! Not sure if we’re supposed to or not, but…

Oh, back to the future again.

The length of her hair is making it look like this is YEARS in the future!

Who’s this tubby ginger git!?

Get him girl!!!

What was that about then? He wasn’t trying to kill himself, he was trying to get her blindfold off.

Back to the past — where are these two kids??

“why don’t i go on the first run, and you go on the second run”, she really doesn’t want that chatty pregnant woman around her. lol

Okay, but driving with blacked out windows just using a GPS is committing suicide anyway… may as well just walk out there as you are!

GPS picks up dead bodies apparently! lol

“Its just a speed bump”. Nah, it’s not mate!

All it needs is that thing to smash their windows!

GPS also picks up supernatural beings. Where did they get it from?

THEY ARE NOT SPEED BUMPS!

Okay, they’re there. So now what?

They DO look funny, gotta be honest!

“Jack-fucking-pot” lol

I would grab ALLLL the chocolate!

Hot black dude wants to bang Sandra.

Sandra is trying to smile at you, my dude, she just can’t move her botoxed face very much! Just FYI.

Aww, the birdies.

So get them some damn food and water then. Ugh!

Angry old man is gonna croak it first.

Someone’s knocking — is this the kids? But going by Sandra’s hair they can’t even have been born yet! Or barely.

Nope, it’s some guy.

He’s coming in no matter what.

Oh no, Supermarket Charlie just sacrificed himself!

Well they got back relatively easily.

Sandra’s REALLY got daddy issues!

“The hair is different… he had some” Ooh savage!

Okay, what are the two hippies doing? Ah we have names, Lucy and Felix. Shame they’re just about to die!

Oops, back to the future!

Here are these two cute kids who came from nowhere. They don’t look like twins, so they can’t be both hers or both the big woman’s!

Oh, one of the teeny tiny backpacks is gone!

Just keep worrying about the birds.

Oh it’s windchimes, I thought… never mind.

Did she REALLY think that string would last forever?

Oh shit, kids, get back down!!!

PUT THE BLINDFOLD BACK ON, WOMAN!!!!

So this thing will try to get to them, even if they’re blindfolded.

Nooo, little girl. You’re too adorable to get killed.

Blimey, she’s really rough with those kids. She’s like a drill sergeant!

“Its the end of the world”, may as well stop all the small talk and get on each other then!

Just sayin…

Erm, does he want to feel your baby bump luv? I think he’s more interested in just above or evenjust below that.

Back to the future!

Sandra with the Long Hair.

And back to short hair Sandra again.

Why are they so scared of a new guy coming in, this thing makes people commit suicide, not attack others?

This guy’s British! He must be protected.

British accent with an American twang. lol

Oh okay, so there’s another stage to it, where they’re happy and want everyone to see.

Angry old man has lost it!

OMG, THE OLD WOMAN HAD HER MOMENT!!! lmao

This big woman is SO fucking annoying

Her parents and her husband bought her all the FOOD.

“If something happens to me, I want you to take care of my baby”… perhaps one of the two kids is hers then. Must be both their kids.

Oh, the girl is hers then. The boy is Sandra’s I guess. But why call them Girl and Boy at the beginning?

She’s not very maternal is she? She talks to these kids like they’re annoying adults. lol

Hmm, so who looks? Your kid, or her kid?

What is this shite music?

Big Woman’s about to drop!

Sandra won’t be far behind by the looks of it.

Why does the British guy keep eyeing those sweet birds?

Yep, her waters have broken.

May have to look away if we’re seeing a birth.

WTF? Two screaming women giving birth at the same time?

Yeah, drown them out with music! lol

This British guy is fucking weird. And he can leave those birds alone.

Nice drawings… yeah he’s fucking crazy.

Boy is now born.

WHAT IS BRITISH GUY DOING WITH THOSE BIRDS??

NO, FUCK YOU! PUT THOSE BIRDS DOWN!!!!

OMG!!! He’s pulling the papers off the windows. He’s put the birds in the freezer.

GET THEM TF OUT!

Aww, well done black dude! Sorry he knocked you out.

OH SHIT — HE WANTS THEM ALL TO SEE!

Girl is now born.

Don’t let him near the baby!

“Can I see?” No, fuck off.

Oh no, Big Woman looked. Ugh.

You BASTARD, you made the old lady look!

Well this is a lovely start to life for those newborns. Welcome to the world, little ones.

Angry old man is going to save the day. Come on man, he’s getting closer, shoot him!!!

“Oi!” lol

There ya go, Angry Old Man is dead.

So the “infected” do kill others. At first all they did was commit suicide.

Who just shot who??

Oh phew! British guy is dead.

And now I know where the two kids come from…

Back to the future. And we now know it’s five years ahead.

So both these kids are the same age, but the girl looks younger.

Sandra looks better with long hair.

Oh, did she get it on with the black guy? Why don’t I know his name yet?

More sex! Bet the kids wake up.

Oh no… but we didn’t see anything. Damnit. lol

Damn that guy has an impressive upper body!

So wait, she’s going on the river on the word of some random man on a walkie talkie who said he has a “community”??

And why isn’t he with her? Does he die?

That little girl is sooo sweet. And I don’t even like kids usually.

I still don’t get why Sandra calls these kids “boy” and “girl”!

Oh chill out Sandra - allow your man to let the kids dream.

EXACTLY, give the poor kids NAMES!!

I don’t like Sandra.

Sandra looks blotchy.

I might start calling her “Woman”!

Yeah, Boy, Girl and Woman.

Wait are we back in the future again? So they did all go together?

Mmmm, Pop Tarts.

UNCOOKED Pop Tarts??

Oh shit, someone’s turned up.

Ah okay, they split up. I think the black guy’s about to get killed.

SHIT, this guy is a good aim with a blindfold on!

Ah no... he took it off. That’s it.

Aww, the sacrificed himself.

That’s it for him then...

WTF, HE SHOT HIMSELF!!!! NOOOOO.

Boy, Girl and Woman are really alone now.

Nice over-acting there Woman.

Very well done considering you can’t move your face.

She’s really shitty to those kids. I don’t like kids and I’d be nicer than that to them, besides they’re cute af.

Right we’re all up to date now with them on the river.

Boy, Girl and the birds to survive. Don’t care about Woman.

That’s a nice fashion statement - cut a hole in your cuff and stick your thumb through it.

Bitch should be the one to take her blindfold off - THEY ARE LITTLE CHILDREN!!

And they’re out of the boat...

“GIRL, GIRL, GIRL” Ffs, names for them! It’s not that hard.

Aww, just want to take that little dumpling home with me - Girl that is.

Ooh, the entity is trying to get her to take the blindfold off.

Natalie... Emily... Madeline? Still can’t get her name.

Valerie?

Oh well, she’s still Woman to me.

NO, don’t do it Boy!

NO GIRL!!!

“My children”?? Is Sandra having a change of heart?

Girl is scared of Sandra - I don’t blame you sweet thing.

Awww, there she is. I may be tearing up a little...

Someone’s cutting onions in here, that’s all.

Why the hell can’t I make out Woman’s name.

Okay, it’s definitely Valerie.

So what they see is probably dead loved ones, like that woman at the beginning saw her late mother.

You’d think a powerful entity would’ve worked out how to remove blindfolds off potential victims, wouldn’t you.

For God’s sake, stop tripping up, Valerie.

“Just take the children”... follows them straight in!

Why the weird shots, why aren’t we seeing Rick?

Is it Rick Grimes? That’d be weird, huh? lol

OH, THEY’RE BLIND!!!

They’d be the only ones left I guess. And those who didn’t remove their blindfolds.

They’re letting the birds free. Bless.

They survived!!!

Someone’s cutting those onions again...

Boy has the most gorgeous eyes!

Oh bless, Olivia and Tom.

This is all bit too perfect - when does it go wrong?

No horror movie can end like this...

Tell me there’s more after the credits!!!

Oh my God, what an anticlimax. That was the shittiest ending ever!

Overall I’d give this movie a 6/10. I wasn’t bored stiff, but I was waiting for more to happen and it never did. The end was ridiculously stupid and I now know what people meant when they complained about it. What do you think. Please weigh in with your comments.

#bird box #birdbox #movie review #horror movie #horror #streamofconsciousness

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snowsheba · 7 years ago

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Worst customer story(ies)?

i have more than one but let me tell you about gabe.

gabe is a greasy white dude who was one of my store’s regulars. (yes, video game stores can have regulars. i didn’t know this until i worked in one.) he’s nice enough, if you like people who will follow you around and never stop fucking talking no matter what you do or say. this would’ve been tolerable if he actually let you answer his questions or he otherwise listened to your opinion, but as it stood, gabe liked to hear the sound of his own voice and he didn’t give a shit about what you had to say. the best defense against this guy was to just smile and nod to whatever he was saying and hope that you would be able to throw him onto another coworker the next time you passed one by.

now, gabe always had a reason for coming to our store, and that reason was usually our only other female employee aside from me. let’s call her tiffany.

tiffany was a keyholder, which translates to assistant manager literally anywhere else, and tiffany worked the 4 to 8 evening shift on the weekends like i did. gabe, of course, had a crush on tiffany and thought the best way to gain her affection was to come in during her work hours and follow her around talking about whatever he felt like talking about. (the key difference was that whenever she said something he would immediately agree and change his opinion, but that’s beside the point.)

as you can imagine, this was fucking weird and also super slimy and gross. so tiffany did what you would expect, which is to hide in the back and let me and the other employee deal with gabe while she did so. and this was fine. really, it was. gabe had somehow managed to figure out her work schedule and that’s creepy as hell, so none of us blamed her whenever she switched shifts or hid in the back.

whenever she was gone and i was there, though, gabe would be foisted on me because i was new and had to run the gauntlet or whatever, so i learned more about this guy than i ever wanted to in my life. imagine the most boring man you’ve ever had the misfortune of encountering. now imagine this as a man with questionable hygiene who thinks that employees are polite to him because they’re friends and not because they’re paid to be pleasant. now imagine this entire scenario where you’re a minor and he’s twice your age and making weird suggestive comments while also talking about his sentinel in mass effect, and you have a basic idea of how this whole thing went every single time he was in the store.

he would stay in the store for hours, probably hoping to smoke tiffany out from wherever she was hiding, even if she wasn’t even working that day. i can’t begin to tell you how uncomfortable it was whenever he was in, even if he didn’t do anything that was actually weird and creepy (aside from being himself) and if it wasn’t for the fact he spent money whenever he came in, we probably would’ve banned him.

(actually, wait, there was something weird and creepy he did, and that is that sometimes he bought food for tiffany and would gently coerce her into taking it, even if we were right there telling him we couldn’t eat while we were on the floor. she always threw whatever he’d give her away without eating it, thankfully.)

you’d think the story would end there, but no. eventually tiffany got a new job at tj’s (the supermarket) and left the store for good. which was great, we were all pleased because she was getting better hours and pay and also ditched the creep who was kind of stalking her. gabe, of course, didn’t take this well, and would repeatedly badger us to know where she went. thankfully i don’t think anyone tattled (except maybe blake. damn you, blake), so eventually gabe stopped coming in every other day and only came in once every two weeks or so, just to ‘catch up’ or buy new games. you’d think he would be more pleasant then, but no, he was still the self-centered creepy guy who never actually listened to what you said as always. as far as i know he still goes to that same store to get his shit, and every day i hope he never found tiffany again.

my last interaction with him was funny, at least: he made a point to know every employee’s name and the last time i saw him, my coworker convinced him that my name was something other than my real one. maybe it’s a good thing that happened, because now he’ll never find me on social media.

#long post #retail #you meet the weirdest and creepiest people when you work in retail #anonymous #ask

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creativeyoung-minds · 5 years ago

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Muldoon’s Market

By Ralph Mari S. Castro

So, this is how to save a man’s life. Forced to take one’s life to save the other one. Standing in this small town in Maryland. Woke up 4 a.m. because of that weird dream. Bloodstain all over me, in that supermarket where I work. Sirens everywhere firetrucks rushing to the supermarket.

I guess the story will start here. Small town no hospitals, no malls, no good restaurants, and no such thing to do. We only had a bank, a library, a supermarket, and a disgusting old movie theater that screened chick flicks. The only fun thing you could do in this town, is drink have a picnic by the river with friends or family. I didn’t do well at school. I was only interested in listening to music. The only class I paid attention in was English class and some Science. Reading and writing came naturally. I enjoyed it. The rest zero interest. I entered community college because my mom forced me to do something, rather than being left alone in our home and do nothing.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. I don’t know how it happened, but it happened. Time flew. Now here I was, twenty-four, unemployed, depressed from a recent breakup, and living in my childhood room. I know what you are thinking. Pathetic, right? Well I don’t disagree. Trust me, it wasn’t where I wanted to be in life.

My mom is working three times a week. And that’s why I was on my way to apply for a job at this supermarket. It was a beautiful day in April. I know because I wrote it in my moleskin notebook. That thing was beat as hell, but it had become my best friend. Everywhere I went, the moleskin came with.

I’ll never forget crossing the road in front of the grocery store. I saw this guy in black sneakers, blue denim pants, and a plain white T-shirt. He seemed to be forcibly talking at people who walked by. And not in a welcoming way. As I get closer to him, I realized he was kind of a weird looking. Mid-twenties. On the tall side, maybe 6’11”, slim. He had a long, bent nose, dark eyes, expressive eyebrows, and wrinkles in his forehead.

As I get closer and closer, I tried to avoid him, but he spotted me right away kind of like when you catch your own image in the tinted windows of the automatic sliding doors. He was a reflection. He seemed to be to mirror all my movements a bit creepily. With every step I took, he took one too, until we met.

“Spare a dollar?” he said.

“Sorry man, I don’t have it on me,” I said, patting my chest and pockets.

“Help a brother out!” He said, extending his hand.

I thought. They need to get rid of the beggar and loiterers. I walked past him, bringing my hand to my backpack straps as I entered the store. Inside this place looked like your typical grocery store. Tiled floors, jammed-up carts, aisles and aisles of neatly run-down, but clean enough for the families in town. I made my to the customer service desk, where I asked as middle-aged black woman for an application. Her name tag said Ronda.

“You’re applying for a job dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt, child?”

When she said this, I was glad to my gut was right and I wasn’t some prejudice arsehole. Not completely anyway.

“Well, Ronda, I only came like this to fill out the application. I didn’t plan on sitting down for an interview the same day.”

She stared at me and let out a single chuckle, and said, “You know how often I hear that, baby? How many times I’ve had this conversation? Those pretty brown eyes of yours aren’t going to take you far.”

Wow, I could imagine how many idiots came in just like me, to apply for a job they didn’t give two things about. But I needed this job.

“Hey there, friend!” a man said. I turned around to a grinning man in his early thirties. He extended his hand to be shaken. “I’m Ted Daniels, assistant manager here.” He looked like a corny white dude.

“Hello, there,” I said, mimicking his attitude as best as I could.

“I’m Flynn,” I added.

“And are we applying for employment today?” he said.

“Uh, yeah, I mean, I saw you guys were hiring and wanted to fill out an application.” I said.

Ted invited me to his office for the interview. After thirty minutes of exchange of words in his office.

“You’re hired!” he said, offering his hand for me to shake.

“Seriously?” I said, not believing it.

“Oh, of course, Flynn. I really believe in energy, and I have a good feeling about you.”

“Well, thank, Ted. That means a lot,” I said, unsure why this guy was eager to give me a position. “Wait a second,” I said. “What would I be doing and how much money would I be making?”

“Oh, ten dollars an hour. You’ll be our floater.”

“I’ll be a what?”

“I’ll explain everything on Monday! See you at 9 a.m.,” he said, pointing to the calendar to his desk.

Going out of Ted’s office with a smile. Walking past the customer service, gainfully employed, “See you later, Ronda!” I said.

As I go out the supermarket. That strange guy earlier is still there. Staring at me nonchalantly.

“Uh, well I…,” I stammered.

“UUHHH, WELLL, you make me sick, dude. What if I were homeless, you don’t know,” he said, pulling an apron over his head. It revealed a name tag that said Bobby.

“Wait a minute…”

“You’re a messed-up person, man!” he interrupted.

“But I…”

“Hey, you!” said Ted, looking in Bobby’s direction. “Back to work, please! We’re on the clock.”

“You work here?” I asked.

“Hahaha, yeah, dude… I’m just messing with you, man,” said Bobby.

After 3 days, it’s Monday already. My first day of being a floater in this supermarket. Being a floater at the same time an author is hard. Well I applied for inspiration to finish the novel that I’m writing to meet the deadline of the publishing company who can help me publish this novel.

After months of working in the supermarket and finishing this novel that I’m writing. I finished the novel and sent it to the company. After that day Bobby told Mia, Which is the girl that I’m dating. That I am cheating on her. Proving that Bobby is lying, is like fighting a war with a pen. But I know, Mie believes in me.

Few days of knowing Bobby did that. I was able to confront him inside our locker room in the supermarket.

“Man! Why on earth would you do that to me?”

“Look Flynn, I’m jealous.” Bobby said.

“Dude, I treated you as my brother, then you did that to me?!” I said, punching his face with all my strength. Fortunately, no one was there. Just me and Bobby. With the exchange of punch in the locker room. John and Clint stopped us from fighting. Bobby left the room with a bruise and few cuts in his face.

While am on my way home. Mia texted me saying “Flynn, hurry I have a good news for you!” as I entered to my house. Mia together with my Mom surprised me. With a congratulations hanging on the wall. My mom gave a letter that came from the company. That my novel is the best-seller in the country. And she told me something about my account. That there is something sitting in my account along with

She pause, as though not sure how to explain.

“Along with what, Mom?!”

“Along with … just under nine million dollars. After taxes.”

“WHAT?!” I screamed.

I didn’t notice how my novel was selling in the country because I took a week for myself and after that I focused on my work. After the good news that I received. All my dreams in living in Los Angeles, California will come together with my Mom and Mia. Away from negativity that pulls us down.

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LAST

1) Drink: Tea. Because morning and hangover.

2) Phone call: Boyf. I didn’t answer. drunk.

3) Text message: Boyf, suggesting I might not drink tonight.

4) Song listened to: I dunno. There was music playing in the pub last night. Intentionally? Also don’t know.

5) Time you cried: Not very long ago? It’s been an angsty month.

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated somebody twice: Snope.

7) Been cheated on: Not that I’m aware of.

8) Kissed someone and regretted it: Immediately.

9) Lost someone special: Repeatedly. Often when playing hide and seek. While drunk.

10) Been depressed: Oh hai antidepressants.

11) Gotten drunk and puked: Last night.

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Green

13) Purple

14) I don’t know, I’m an adult, it seems foolish to only have three colours I’m allowed to like. It seems foolish I was able to pick two. It depends on my mood, to combination, the time of year, whether I threw up last night or not...

IN THE LAST YEAR YOU HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends: Maybe? Online for sure.

16) Fallen out of love: Nope.

17) Laughed until you cried: I can barely remember last week, how am I supposed to know this?

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: No? I don’t talk to people frequently enough to find out if I’m being talked about.

19) Met someone who changed your life: Of course I have. Every single moment of every single day changed your life, how could an interaction not? Even something mundane has changed your life from what it had been mere moments before. That being said, no, I have had no major revelations or life changing experiences. Except maybe meeting the doctor who gave me antidepressants.

20) Found out who your true friends are: Not in the last year....I still have them. I’ve known for some time.

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Boyfriend. I’ve probably planted one on some other peoples faces too.

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends: Who fucking knows or cares?

23) Pets: One boyfriend.

24) Want to change your name: I can’t see how this is a how much or how many question?

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday: A book I am yet to read and a owl bag, and a custom made glass candle holder. And some other stuff. And a steak.

26) Time I woke up: 5:38 this morning, in the hunt for water. I didn’t get back to sleep. I am going to regret it.

27) Were you doing at midnight: Dunno. Might have been sleeping, but I might have still been drinking. I didn’t look at the time all night and I get memory blackouts when I drink anyway.

28) Can’t you wait for: To decide upon my next career move, buy a house, publish a book.

29) Was the last time you saw your mom: Almost 9 years ago to the day.

30) Was something you wish you could change about your life: Too many to name. Although right this minute, I’d like to be less of a twat when I drink.

31) Are you listening to right now: My house guest walking about and the wind and rain and the thumping of my tiny cold frozen heart.

32) Gets on your nerves: Being a twat when I drink.

33) Talked to a person named Tom: This question doesn’t make sense. I would like to personally find the person who came up with the quiz and scold them in to better grammar.

34) Is your most visited website: I can’t be bothered to learn to find out.

35) Elementary school/primary school: I feel that as I have been free with my age on Tumblr, and I attended a primary school with less than a hundred pupils, that I would probably be singing away my anonymity be answering this question.

36) High School: I feel that as I have been free with my age on Tumblr, and I attended a secondary school with less than a thousand pupils, that I would probably be singing away my anonymity be answering this question.

37) College: I feel that as I have been free with my age on Tumblr, and I attended a college and university with easily searchable alumni, that I would probably be singing away my anonymity be answering this question.

38) Hair color: Rat

39) Long/short hair: I think it’s short, everyone else thinks it’s long. Body dismorphia is a strange beast.

40) Crush: Cans most frequently. Sometimes cardboard boxes.

41) Do you like about yourself: I have a fully functioning digestive system.

42) Piercings: Many.

43) Blood type: Unless you’ve given blood or had a transfusion, I literally don’t know how you would find this out.

44) Nickname: Jeff the god of biscuits.

45) Relationship status: Cheating of the boyfriend with an array of savoury snacks

46) Zodiac: The biscuit

47) Pronouns: Bis/cuit

48) Favorite show: I dunno, depends on the day. Although lets be honest, it’s probably supernatural. Closely followed by Mr. Benn

49) Tattoos: Snope.

50) Left or right handed: Right, because this make a difference to my online persona.

FIRST

51) Surgery: I had all three of my wisdom teeth removed. So now I am not wise. And I was always 1/4 less wise than everyone else anyway.

52) Piercings: Ears. At a hairdressers. Because that’s how things were done in 1998.

53) Best friend: Some girl

54) Sport: I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to qualify.

55) Vacation: I went to Majorca and got stung by a jellyfish.

56) Pair of shoes: Probably something cool from the 80′s. I totally had those ones with the little lock on the sole. I don’t know why they were there. Did they even open?

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: salt and vinegar chip stick things. The breakfast of kings.

58) Drinking: I should probably make another cup of tea.

59) I am about to: Finish this quiz I would assume, unless I plan on dragging it out a little longer.

60) Listening to: Well, my house guest has stopped walking about since you asked earlier. (This is going on the list of reasons to hunt you down, quiz author.)

61) Waiting for: Tea to magically appear, my headache to go away.

62) Want to see: A book I’ve written being sold for moneys.

63) Want to get married: Nah.

64) Career: That would be nice.

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/kisses: pretty dependant on a number of factors. From an octopus? A hug. From a great white shark? a kiss. His arms are too short.

66) Lips/eyes: Both are useful.

67) Taller/shorter: Taller for reaching things on the top shelf at the supermarket, shorter for weaving between annoying people blocking your path.

68) Younger/older: I mean.... young is good, unless you’re ready to die, then old is good. Young is good for playing and not getting weird looks from other adults, older is good for getting drunk.

69) Romantic/spontaneous: I can’t see how these things are contradictory. But I prefer to plan out my non-romantic events carefully.

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: I prefer people to have both, but I suppose if I had to pick one, stomach. You don’t get far without one.

71) Sensitive/loud: Again, you can be both. I’m going with insensitively quiet.

72) Hookup/relationship: Relationship.

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: I’d like a normal human how had a range of emotion.

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger: Plenty.

75) Drank hard liquor: No, obviously. I’m a thirty year old fan of sobriety. Have you not read my answers so far?

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: No. Because they are expensive and I have to pay for my own shit.

77) Turned someone down: Yeah. Once. I felt bad.

78) Canoodling on a first date: I’ve canoodled before a date. Does that count?

79) Broken someone’s heart: I highly doubt it.

80) Had your own heart broken: I’m not certain I have one.

81) Been arrested: No, I am a good monkey.

82) Cried when someone died: Yes because I am not a callous bitch.

83) Fallen for a friend: Literally? Probably. I used to fall down a lot when I drank, probably done it at least once when a friend told me to do something stupid.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: Wel, I know I’m here... Otherwise? Not so much. I am a confidence blackhole.

85) Miracles: No. Because there isn’t a old white dude with a beard sitting on a cloud.

86) Santa Claus: Sadly no, because there isn’t an old white dude hiding under the snow.

87) Kisses on a first date: Well, I believe in them because they happen. I haven’t really ever dated though... so... It wasn’t really a thing in England. You got drunk with people, and sometimes they didn’t leave.

88) Angels: No. Because there aren’t lots of white naked guys flapping about.

89) Love at first sight: No. Love is a construct. Unless it’s cake. Or sometimes cheese. I fall in love with cheese pretty easily.

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: Bert the god of Cam

91) Eye color: No clue. Bluey-greyey-yellowey-greeny-. Mostly grey blue. depends on my eye makeup and clothing colours.

92) Favorite movie: There was one we had to watch about a blind and deaf women giving birth. That was pretty nifty. (read awful.)