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Glimpses: Part 3B (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

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Summary: The Hotel Room

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: slightly NSFW

A/N: Hey y’all! I’m not sure if this already counts as NSFW but I guess we all are better safe than sorry, so.. here we go!

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She doesn’t turn the lights on as she makes her way to the window front and opens the blinds. The city lights that are now shining in spend enough light for you to see her roaming the apartment. She stops for a moment to take a look outside as she takes a couple of pins out of her ponytail, shakes her head and runs her hands through her hair.

You stare at her silhouette, highlighted by the night, and only catch yourself as the door closes behind you with a loud clicking noise. She turns around and reaches for the light switch on one of the lamps closest to her.

“Come on in, Honey! Take a seat“ she chimes and shortly taps a chair as she passes by it on her way to the bathroom. 

Your heart is racing as you take off your shoes and make your way over to where she told you to sit. You can hear her roaming in the room next door and scan the apartment. The room must be a suite - not that you had any comparison or anything - but it looks expensive and you are hesitant to sit down on anything. The large kingsized bed takes up a lot of space but still looks small in comparison to the room itself. 

You sit down on the chair closets to the bed, with its back against the mirror, that grants a view out of the window as well as towards the closed bathroom door and wait. Your phone vibrates and you take it out to check on the notification.

11.53pm. You unlock the screen and are greeted with tons of new messages in that group chat you are in that is discussing Kathryn’s appearance at today’s event. A grin forms on your lips and you can’t help but bite your tongue as you type out how good you think Kathryn looked today. Everyone agrees and you open tumblr so see what content other fans are sharing right now.

It all feels unreal. You, in your element, as you are next door to the woman you admire so much. You look at the door again, right as she opens it and looks straight at you. Your mouth falls open and she raises an eyebrow as she notices. “Like what you see?“

You look away and focus on the phone, that is still in your hands, for a second before looking back up. “I’m sorry, Kathryn. I didn’t mean to intrude. You just… You look so different. It’s nice.“

It wasn’t a lie - she looks absolutely stunning, familiar even, but at the same time she looks like a whole different person as she stands there, leaning against the bathroom door frame. Her hair is starting to curl again and falls loosely over her shoulder as she twirls a strand of it around her finger, her eyes focused on you. She exchanged the corset and suit pants to a louse grey sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. Obviously, you had never seen her like that before and it absolutely mesmerizes you and you try to burn the image into your mind. 

Still focused on each other, you bring your eyes back up to meet hers and decide to just go for it and give her a compliment. “You look beautiful, Kathryn.“ 

The name and compliment roll off your tongue and it just feels right. Thinking about that, you notice her cheeks are blushing and the way her smile has changed. You take note of it. “Nah,“ she says, „nothing special.“ 

You want to argue against it, you really do, but decide that tonight would not be the night for it. You have noticed that Kathryn often disputes compliments and praise, no matter how deserved. It even feels like she doesn’t believe in herself sometimes, at least not in the fact that people could actually admire her. You want to tell her all that and make another note of it in your head, but right now it certainly doesn’t feel like the moment. You really don’t need to fangirl about AND TO the woman that invited you into her life to hang out tonight. She walks to the table she had placed the wine on earlier and pours another glass for both of you before moving towards you to take a seat on the couch that is next to your chair. As she hands the glass to you, she looks at you from above and you suddenly feel very small and a shiver runs down your spine. The shirt, as loose as it is, had fallen off her left shoulder and is now exposing her collar bone once again. You bite the corner of your lower lip as your eyes travel along the hem of the shirt that is currently exposing a little too much skin for you to stay calm.

Kathryn notices and suddenly bents down a little deeper than needed as her fingers brush yours once again. Your breath hitches, a sudden desire coming over you. Fuck. Your mind is in overdrive. The urge to grab her by the hips and just pull her onto your lap is overwhelming. You imagine what it would feel like to have her on top of you - to slowly slide your hands into her hair and pull it, just a little, until she moans, just for you. 

You sit up a little straighter, adjusting the way you sit, as she lets go of the glass but stays standing in front of your chair. You put the glass aside onto the small table that you find right next to where you are seated and think about if you should reach out and just grab her hand. It would be a move. It COULD be a move.

Her eyes are focused on your chest, she can tell that you are breathing heavier than before and it makes her mouth run dry. Unsure what to do next she forgets to move and sees you shifting in your chair, a thousand thoughts running through your mind.

Right as you make up your mind and decide to just go for it, there is a loud knock on the door that snaps both of you out of your thoughts. The concierge is finally delivering the bottle that Kathryn had ordered at the bar earlier. She takes it from him and the door closes again, but this time she locks it before turning around. Bottle in hand she walks straight towards the couch and sits in the middle of it, facing you.

Pushing down the feelings that had just bubbled up and ignoring the unpleasant state that your thoughts about her left your underwear in, you fall into an easy conversation once again. She wants to know what you are doing in life, you talk about university and work and she tells you short anecdotes about life on set. It feels like you have always been friends, not that you are now, but the thought of it spreads a warm, very welcome, feeling in your chest.

Kathryn appears to you just like you remember her from interviews and talks you had watched. She is open, charismatic, very funny and whenever it is your turn to talk, her full attention is on you as if you are the only thing that exists in her life in that very moment. It all feels easy and, just like before, you forget about the tension that has built up earlier and fall into a friendly, familiar, atmosphere.

It is around 1.30am and you are way into the second bottle of delicious white wine as she receives a text from her assistant that lets her know she has a last minute meeting for a job to go to in the morning. She shares that information with you and shoots you an apologetic look as she replies to the message to let her assistant know that she is coming. 

“Guess we should finish these glasses and head to bed soon, because those bills certainly don’t pay themselves.“ She says with a sad glint in her eyes. 

You can tell, because during your conversation she had moved closer to your chair again. So close, that your legs would be touching, hadn’t yours been propped up on your chair.

“It’s fine! Don’t worry! You invited me here, so it very much is your call how and when to end the night.”Your mouth was a little faster than your brain could work and you scold yourself immediately for hinting that there was a way to end the night other than simply talking and going to sleep.

You realize how fast she is emptying her glass and a sad wave runs through your body. Overthinking what finishing the glass means, you realize that you, obviously, did not bring any clothes to sleep in.

She must think the same thing, as she looks you up and down. “Sweetheart, do you get cold in your sleep?“

You nod slowly and see the gears turning in her head. ���Alright, then how about you just wear what I’m wearing right now - I should've really thought about this sooner and worn something else - and then you should be fine.“

Thankful for the offer, you nod, without thinking it all through, as she gets up to fish her sleeping gear out of her suitcase. You can already tell that it is very short and excitement rushes through your body once again. 

“Would it be okay if I changed while you finish your glass, Y/N?“ she looks at you, clearly needing you to say yes.

“Oh yes! Absolutely! Don’t worry about me. Go do your thing, I’ll finish all up here and then you can get your sleep. I’m fine. Really, don’t mind me.“ You shoot her the brightest smile you can.

While she is in the bathroom, you empty your glass in one sip and proceed to clean up the seating area so she doesn't think you are messy. Right as you finished and find yourself in front of the bathroom door that is close to the table you put the bottles and glasses on, you hear her voice from out of the bathroom.

“Bathroom is free!“ she exclaims as you turn around to face the door. 

Not expecting you to be standing where you are standing, she walks out while checking herself in the mirror once again, which is why she isn’t paying attention to you literally already standing there and runs right into you. She stumbles and threatens to fall, but you grab her and pull her in. 

You should be letting go now, you know that, but embracing her feels too good to be true and she is not moving away, either. Instead, she wraps her arms around you as well and holds onto you. “Thank you for this nice evening, Y/N. It was very good for my heart and I’m glad I found you.“

Words. Any words. You need to say something, ANYTHING. “I… You’re welcome, Kathryn. I don’t know how I deserve this and the pleasure is certainly mine, but I just wanna say,“ you get out of the hug to properly look into her eyes, “I am very thankful. Grateful even. I’ve always dreamt of meeting you and to get to sit and talk with you, even if its just for a couple hours, is more than anything I could’ve ever wished for.“

She smiles and moves forward to plant a small kiss on your cheek. “The pleasure is all mine, Sweetheart.“

Leaving you standing in front of the bathroom door, she quickly moves past you. “Also, thank you for catching me. You really don’t want to see me fall, trust me.“, she says as she slides under the blanket, too fast for you to turn around and take a look at her again.

As the bathroom door closes behind you and you look at yourself in the mirror, it all suddenly sinks in. You are in a hotel room with Kathryn Hahn. THE Kathryn Hahn. She is sitting in bed with (probably) very short clothes on while you are going to wear her comfy attire. You look at the pile she neatly put on the counter for you, grab the shirt and automatically raise it to your face to smell it. Her sent is still lingering in the clothing and you close your eyes as you breath in. 

Shrugging it off you undress and fold your own clothes before putting the shirt and sweatpants on. Looking into the mirror again, you smile at yourself and make the decision to straight up offer to sleep on the couch - out of respect. Not that you think she would offer for you to sleep in bed with her, you just wanted it to come from you.

She is on her phone and the light is dimmed as you walk out of the bathroom. “Hey you.“, she says as she looks you up and down. “Cute.“

You blush and fiddle with your hands before you make your way to the couch she was just sitting on a short while ago. Kathryn doesn’t comment on it, but she gets up and offers you one of the pillows and an additional blanket she grabs from a wardrobe next to the bed. Walking towards you, you get a chance to look her up and down again. 

Her silky shorts are VERY short, exposing her beautiful legs. She is barefoot and moves on the carpet floor without making a sound. Her whole appearance reminds you of an angel and you gratefully take the pillow and blanket out of her hand, as she leans her back on the bed that is high enough to support her like that. She stays there in case you need help with arranging the couch. You don’t, take a step back to appreciate your work and turn around to look at her again. 

Not realizing she was still in the same spot, you find yourself very close the her once again and bite your lip as you try to avoid eye contact. Instead, your eyes travel down to the loose silky tank top she is wearing that exposes way too much skin and your tongue finds its way out of your mouth to wet your lips. She notices.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.“ A soft chuckle comes out of her mouth as she shakes her head and makes her way back to bed, leaving you in a state of absolute shock.

“Alright, it’s time.“ She waits for you to get comfortable on the couch before she turns the lights of completely, making sure to wish you a good night in the process.

Kathryn didn’t want to make the decision to send you on the couch. Hell, she would’ve loved to hold you close, even though she wasn’t sure if that would've been a good decision, either. She looks at you and where she assumes your head is placed right now, as it is too dark to actually see your face.

You offered to stay on the couch. Out of respect.

She likes that.

[withoutmonsters]

Freedom from the Day

Ask and you shall receive! @okayshitbird, you wanted to read a fic about Max and Billy sneaking out Billy’s window to explore San Diego, so here it is! You said you wanted to hear about them exploring some restaurants, I hope a food truck counts. Read on ao3

“Max,” Billy hisses, holding his arms out and gesturing for her.

She crouches by the window, biting her lip with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” she breathes, glancing back to Billy’s door.

Billy rolls his eyes. “Yes, Max, I’m sure. Now get going. Hand me the skateboard.”

Max passes it through the open window. It’s smaller than Billy’s, made for a child instead of a young teenager. When Max and her mother had first moved in with the Hargroves, she had been enchanted with Billy’s skateboard, bugging him for weeks and weeks until he had finally let her ride it. Billy would never let Max knows this, but he thought that Max was a natural on the skateboard. He had been considering buying her one as a sort of welcome gift. But Susan had scolded her for it, saying that it wasn’t ladylike for a girl to ride a skateboard. It was obviously something that was meant to discourage both of them from letting Max ride in the future, but all that had done was cement it for Billy. He’d gone out, using the money that he’d earned mowing the neighbor’s lawn, to buy her a smaller one, since his was much too unwieldy for a nine-year-old.

“Come on,” Billy snaps, gesturing again. “We don’t have all night, Max. We need to go.”

Max casts one more glance into the house and then fits herself through the window, slight shoulders ducking through, followed by her torso. Billy catches her arms, grunting as she gives him all her weight. He grabs her waist and bodily hauls the rest of her through the window, clumsily setting her down once her feet are out.

She’s smiling, blue eyes bright bright in the night and a gap-toothed grin wide on her freckled face. Billy raises an eyebrow. “You weren’t this excited about a minute ago.”

Max raises her chin regally. “What do you mean? Of course, I’m excited! We get to go skate! With Tomas and Domingo!”

Billy tries to hold back a smile at that and fails. He had been prepared to hate Maxine forever when his father had first introduced them. Billy had been mean to her the first week, but every sneer was met with one of her own, each pinch and prod met with an answering slap and hit until he learned not to pick on her. But somehow, Max had wormed her way into his good graces, with every wide-eyed stare and enthusiastic cheer for every skateboard trick that he’d learned. He’d even let her go out on his surfboard, red hair fire against the waves and little body surprisingly strong against the movement of the board. She was a natural, just like she was at skating.

Billy snorts. “Tomas and Domingo think you’re a little pest.”

That isn’t true at all. Tomas particularly had taken quite the shine to Max, promising to teach her how to make tamales when Christmas rolled around and murmuring quiet endearments of, “Shhh, mija, it’ll be fine,” when Neil was loud with Billy.

Tomas always joked that he wanted a nice little sister instead of a demon of a twin while cuddling Max, and then Domingo would give that devilish grin and jump on them and start a tickle fight for the ages. Billy would make sure to pull Max out before the brothers got too rough, but then would dive in enthusiastically, laughing and shouting and roughhousing until they were a sweaty, breathless heap on the beach, sand in places where sand shouldn’t be, hair mussed and smiles so bright they rivaled the sun. And if Billy got a little too breathless when he felt Domingo’s hands on him, well, no one had to know.

Max turns her chin up. “That’s a lie, Billy. You’re a filthy liar. I’m telling Mom.”

“Oh?” Billy scoffs. “So you’re gonna tell her that we snuck out in the middle of the night to go skate with Domingo and Tomas? Good luck with that.”

Max pouts. Billy laughs softly, ruffling her hair, before he scoops up his skateboard. “Come on.”

Max picks up her own board and follows Billy through the patchy grass and goat heads to the sidewalk. He places his skateboard down and pushes off, checking over his shoulder to make sure she does the same, and then they’re off. The boards make a ticking noise as they go over each crack in the sidewalk, invisible weeds brushing Billy’s flip-flopped feet as they pass, feeling like spiders in the night.

The air is cool coming off the ocean, the breeze bringing the salty brine smell that opens up Billy’s lungs and makes him feel like he’s floating. He closes his eyes and tilts his face up and lets himself enjoy the freedom from the day.

Max and Billy head towards the skate park near the beach, having arranged to meet the twins at 1. This is not Billy’s first time sneaking out, but Max had caught him last time and insisted on coming or she would tell Neil. So this is Billy fulfilling Max’s pushy request, because his blood curdles at the thought of what Neil would do if he caught Billy sneaking out.

When they are down the block, Billy diverts into the street, knowing that it would be safer than on the thin sidewalk. Max follows him, weaving her board dangerously, teeth bright white and glinting out of her grin. Billy laughs as the board veers wildly and she stumbles off it, feet slapping the pavement loudly as catches herself.

“That’s what you get!” He calls back to her as he pumps his leg and goes faster.

“Asshole!” she shouts back.

They make it to the skate park a little late, Billy boosting Max over the fence before following her. They head into the grass on either side, lined by trees and swathed in dark shadows. Billy whistles shrilly, grinning as he sees two shadows jump.

“Mija!” A delighted voice calls from the side, and then Tomas is emerging from the trees and beaming widely.

Max takes a moving jump from her board, landing hard in the grass and running to leap at him. He catches her, laughing and grinning. “That was good! You timed it much better this time!”

“I know,” Max tosses her hair, shifting her body so that she’s in a princess hold instead of awkwardly clutched to Tomas’s chest. “I’m great like that.”

Tomas laughs loudly. “That you are, little bird. That you are.”

He drops her onto her feet and ruffles her hair. “Oh, hi, Billy. Didn’t see you there. Max was too busy outshining you.”

Billy rolls his eyes. “Oh, sure. Fuck you, asshole.”

Tomas snickers, offering his hand. Billy claps his hand to Tomas’s clenching it into a fist and knocking their knuckles together. “Where’s Domingo?”

“Comin’. He wanted a taco.”

Max brightens. “Can I have a taco?”

“No, Max—” Billy starts, because he knows that if he starts fucking up her food schedule, Neil will have his hide, but Tomas interrupts.

“Sure! C’mon, mija, I’ll get you some. What do you want?”

“Carne Asada. And Pork Carnitas. Oh! And can I get some of their ice cream?”

Tomas laughs. “What, did your mom not feed you or something?”

Max pouts. “I just want some Horchata ice cream, Tomas.”

“I think he might have one or two ice cream sandwiches left.”

Max brightens.

“You know we came here to skate, right?” Billy calls. Tomas flips him off over his shoulder.

Billy huffs, popping his board up and grabbing it, following them to the other end of the park, where they climb another fence and come out on a street where a food truck is parked. Technically it wasn’t open, but the three of them had been regulars for so long that Domingo could knock on the window and the chef (who lived in the back and drove to different cities along the west coast as well as Mexico) would cook them what they wanted as long as they had the money.

Domingo is standing in front of the truck when they walk up, laughing at something the chef said.

“Hey, Tio,” Tomas greets as they stop next to his brother.

“Jesus,” Angel groans as he sees the extra people. “Do you little shits never eat, or something?”

Billy laughs under his breath as Domingo ducks his head. “Please, Tio Angel. We’ll pay, we promise!”

Angel scrubs his hand over his face. “Y’all are the worst, you got that? I swear.”

Doming gave him a bright smile that punched a hole in Billy’s chest. “Thank you so much!”

“What do you want?”

Max perks up, rattling off her order in a voice that is fairly presumptuous, considering it’s the middle of the night and Domingo probably dragged Angel out of bed for food. Tomas adds his own order, leaning his arms on Max’s head and making her grumble.

Domingo catches Billy’s eye. “And a Chicken Tinga and an Al Pastor, please. Oh, and some Refritos and Elote.”

Billy makes a noise in the back of his throat. “No, Domingo, I can’t pay for that—”

Domingo cuts him a look. “I can.”

“I don’t need your goddamn charity—”

“It’s not charity, cabron, I’m just buying you tacos, goddamn.”

Billy opens his mouth but Domingo cuts him off with a finger pressed to his lips. Billy’s protest dies in his throat with a strangled noise. Domingo gives him a secret smile, pulling out a wallet and slapping down a ten-dollar bill.

Angel takes the money and brings back change. “It’ll be out in a little while, shitstains. Try not to make too much trouble in the meantime.”

“Thanks, Tio!” Max chirps, scooping up her board and pushing off.

Angel’s face transforms from long-suffering to fond in a split second. “You assholes are bad for her,” he says, pointing at Tomas.

Tomas gives him a dramatic gasp, placing a hand on his chest for added effect. “How can you say that, Tio? We are teaching her the fine arts of sneaking out and talking food out of even the most unwilling chefs. Those are great skills! She’ll use them for the rest of her life!”

Angel snorts. “Sure, dickhead . Whatever you say.”

Domingo slings a hand over Billy’s shoulder. “So, where do you want to sit?”

Billy has to swallow before answering. “I wanted to skate, asshole.”

Domingo scoffs. “Too late. You get food now.”

Billy grumbles but follows Max, who is waving from a table at the end of the block. Domingo steers Billy that way, Tomas staying behind to get the food. When they reach the table, Domingo sits so that his thigh is matched along Billy’s, shoulder to shoulder and breath brushing Billy’s ear as he looks at him.

“How was Neil?”

Billy shrugs. “Not too bad, actually. He’s been preoccupied with getting Susan settled at her new job, so.”

Domingo nods, leaning into Billy. “Did he give you any trouble?”

Billy shakes his head. They sit like that, matched thighs and breaths even as Max chatters at Domingo about a new trick Billy was trying to teach her. Tomas comes by with the food piled high in his arms: two tacos and a churro ice cream sandwich for Max, four tacos for Domingo, an additional three tacos for himself, and two for Billy. They share the Elote and Refritos among them, using forks provided by Angel to scoops out bites as they chat.

Billy leans more into Domingo, the other boy shifting so that his front is pressed into Billy’s side, one arm wrapped around Billy’s shoulders while the other one scoops stray corn bits out of the container of Elote. The ocean breeze sweeps over them, ruffling Max’s hair and picking up the bag and dancing it across the table. Tomas snatches it out of the air before it can be carried away, laughing as Domingo teases Billy gently about his wipeout on his surfboard earlier today.

Billy leans his head on Domingo’s shoulder, eyes drifting close.

“Aww,” Max teases. “Is it past the old man’s bedtime?”

Billy cracks one eye, glaring at her. “Shut up, Maxine. I’m 13, not 30.”

Max snorts. “You act like a 30-year-old.”

Billy makes a noise in the back of his throat. “I do not!”

Max sticks out her tongue. “Yes, you do!”

Billy gasps, pulling away from Domingo and climbing to his feet. Max shrieks and runs, her little body darting away.

“Get back here!” Billy growls, chasing after her and throwing out a hand to catch her.

She squeals when Billy seizes her torso and tickles her mercilessly, squirming in his grip.

“Billy!” she laughs. “Please! Don’t—no—”

Her giggles rise on the ocean breeze as Billy tickles her, Tomas and Domingo looking on with fond smiles. He catches sight of Domingo’s smile, and for a moment, Billy feels like everything in the world is okay.

[jujuspams]

Dante (DMC)

Clear the way you sinful hoes, because the original demon daddy is coming through

This stylish motherfucker is Dante “I’ll change yo life if you buy me a pizza and strawberry sundae” Angelo

Now I’ve had a long history with Dante

I remember watching the anime with my oldest brother and playing all the games

So umm idk if I’m going to be focusing on game Dante or anime Dante

I mean tbh I could separate since I’ve been planning to sta- nvm 😶

Now y’all already know how I feel about white hair and a red coat

Those two things will turn me into a hoe with the quickness, but if you put em together just go ahead and close the gates to heaven

Because I’m about to act like everything but a child of God. This pussy will be popped faster than a rubber band on some thick hair

Do y’all see him. He looks like he’s waiting for me to ride the dick, and who am I to disappoint

I know I’m usually trying to find somebody to pay my bills, but for him I’ll make an exception

I’ll be his damn sugar momma. I wouldn’t give a damn either, I’ll buy him all the pizza and strawberry sundaes he can eat

In return not only do I get good dick, but I also get protection from demons. Because lord knows they gone be coming for me.

That’s better then some girls I know, that��s still fucking they baby daddy that stay with his momma.

I always wondered why he didn’t have bad skin, because I don’t ever remember seeing that nigga even look at a vegetable and some water.

This shit ain’t fair because if I even dream of some damn pizza I break out. Why my damn dad couldn’t be a demon.

God just out here throwing blessings at everybody but me...... with his selfish ass

You better fuck them demons up Daddy!!!

My nigga Dante was just flawlessly handing out L’s

I mean in the first episode I think he killed like five or six demons

Don’t hold that against me it’s been a minute since I watched the show

But I do know he stayed fucking niggas up

I also know that he stayed talking shit with his smart mouth ass

To me that is the ultimate level of disrespect

Not only are you losing the fight, but the nigga kicking yo ass is talking cash shit because he knows he’s whooping yo ass

At that point the only thing you could do is pretend to be dead and hope that nigga leave, so you can plot yo revenge later

It’s especially hurtful when it happens in front of yo friends, like not only did he whoop yo ass but he did it in front of yo niggas

And I know for a fact they be clowning each other

“Man that nigga Dante weak as shit, he got me while my head was down”

“Nigga how was yo head down if you saw the nigga coming? Make that make sense. Just take yo L in silence my nigga”

“You one to talk with yo scary ass. I saw you hiding behind that damn wall while the rest of us was getting jumped on.”

“Nawl y’all niggas got jumped on, I was handling his ass on my momma.”

“You just gone lie on yo momma like that huh nigga? I see why yo ass in hell now, niggas just out here lying on they momma.”

Now I know I’ve said before that I’m not a sinful person, but looking at my choice of men has proven me wrong

But I look at it this way, if I go to hell I’m getting some special treatment

Only because I’m fucking all the demons, but everybody don’t need to know that

My only problem is that Dante’s ass is a damn flirt

And I really don’t got time to be fighting demon hoes 24/7

A bitch gone have to start carrying around holy water and crosses

I just don’t have the patience or mental stability for that shit

I’m highly upset that they didn’t continue the anime series

I wanted another season and I was robbed of that

I don’t even think we got to meet Vergil and if you ask me that’s some bullshit

And before y’all ask, hell yea I liked Vergil

I mean yea he was stuck up, but you can’t tell me he didn’t have a big dick

I have yet to meet an older anime brother that didn’t have big dick energy

I will happily make a list about this

Don’t get me wrong I love Dante with all my heart, but if I meet Vergil first there is a 100% chance I would’ve popped this pussy for him

Do I think I can have a relationship with him? Probably not, but I’d be a damn fool not to try the dick out first

The family reunion is going to be awkward as hell, but what family reunion isn’t

And for any of y’all saying you wouldn’t ride his face into the sunset, you are a lie and I honestly can’t trust you

I mean it’s ok for you to be delusional but don’t try to push that shit on me

In the case of Dante Angelo from Devil May Cry

My walls would be nonexistent

Now I know some of you are saying, “Juju you say that for everybody”

And to that I say mind yo business

I have baby daddies, Daddies, husbands, boyfriends, and last but not least fuck buddies

Every man and woman is different. Remember this my children

You can’t be giving yo fuck buddy marriage sex and then be mad when they want a relationship.

Just like you can’t be giving yo husband or wife side piece sex and expect them not to suspect some shit

There is levels to this game that you have to follow if you wanna make it to the final boss

Don’t say I never gave y’all advice to this hoe shit

Well that’s all folks

I’ve noticed that a couple of men read and reblog my post

Even though they usually say some shit like, “I have no idea what I just read”

Well let me tell you what you just read

You just read a post that a thirsty ass girl made about one of her favorite anime men

I also give out life advice every now and then

But hey what do I know, I’m just a thirsty bitch named Juju 😊😂🤷🏾‍♀️

[whattheheartwantsrevamp]

Chapter 8

A few days have passed and it’s Thursday. Today we get out exams back in Algebra and I’m really nervous about it. I feel like I passed it but I’m not sure. Words can’t express how much I want to pass this exam. I walk into the classroom and sit in my usual seat. I shake my head as I look over at Doug, who is drawing in his textbook.

“You know at the end of the year when you turn that in they are going to charge you for that right?” I ask him as I sit down and he nods his head.

“Yup.” He says as he closes the textbook and puts it on Ashton’s desk. He grabs his textbook out of his backpack and places it on his desk making me laugh. He is so crazy. Jermaine comes in and sits in his desk in front of me.

“How do you think you did on your exam?” He asks as he turns around and looks at me and I shrug my shoulders.

“I’m not sure. What about you?” I ask and he smirks in response.

“I know I passed. I copied off of Nina’s test.” He says and I shake my head while chuckling. I look at the desk next to me and I sigh a little. Ciara hasn’t been to school since Monday and it’s a little weird. I’ve also texted her a few times but she hasn’t responded. Nina has been worried sick about her too. Nina’s grandmother is sick so she went with her family to go and visit her.

“Where’s your girl?” Doug asks as he nods towards Ciara’s empty seat.

“I don’t know. She hasn’t responded to any of my messages.” I say as I check my phone and he nods his head slowly. I look towards the door and I see Ashton walk in along with Elise. She looks over at me and smiles as she begins to make her way over to me.

“Hey Russell.” She says flirtatiously and I sigh before sitting back in my seat.

“Hey.” I say keeping it short, hoping that she would take the hint and leave me alone.

“You look really nice today.” She says and Doug sighs loudly, catching her attention.

“We have to wear uniforms. He literally had the same thing on yesterday.” Doug says and she rolls her eyes.

“Shut up.” She says to him before turning her attention back to me.

“Where’s your little…friend?” She asks referring to Ciara and I exhale loudly.

“One of her neighbors probably stole her little car.” Elise says making her and Ashton laugh.

“I don’t think the crackheads and drug dealers even want that piece of trash.” Ashton says and they both laugh harder.

“Y’all really don’t see anything wrong with what you both just said?” I ask making them both stop laughing. Jermaine sits back in his seat and shakes his head.

“Can both of y’all just get out of my face please?” I ask as I run my hand down my face. Without saying anything else they both walk over to their seats.

“So damn ignorant.” Jermaine mumbles and I shake my head. My phone vibrates on the desk and I see a message from Nina.

Nina:

Hey Russell, have you heard from Ci yet?

Me:

No. I’m guessing you haven’t heard from her either.

Nina:

No and I’m really worried. She’s going to kill me for this but after school, do you mind going by her house and checking on her for me? It’s not like her to miss school and not answer my calls.

Me:

I don’t mind at all. I’m actually a little worried about her too.

Nina:

Okay. I’ll send you her address. No matter what you see or hear please don’t judge her or treat her any differently because of it.

I raise my eyebrow as I reread her last message. I would never treat her any differently. I can’t lie, this message does make me wonder about what I could possibly be getting myself into by going over there. I told her that I would stop after school and she sent me her address. The bell rings and the class begins.

“Good morning class. Before we begin with the lesson for today I want to give you guys back your exams. Some of you did really well and some of you might want to study a little harder if you plan on passing this class.” Mrs. Bailey says before she begins to pass out the exams. The closer she gets to my desk, the faster my heart beats. There is so much riding on me passing this exam. Mrs. Bailey passes Jermaine his exam and his smile drops as he looks at his exam.

“How did I fail?” He asks as he looks over the test. Doug leans over and looks at it before chuckling.

“Each test had different questions, genius.” Doug says and I laugh before shaking my head.

“Good Job Russell. I’m happy to see that your tutoring sessions are working out.” Mrs. Bailey says with a small smile as she gives me my exam back. I look over it and smile big when I see the 98% A written at the top of the paper.

“Damn Russ, you usually get Cs and Ds on these exams.” Doug says as he peaks at my exam.

“I know. I’m a little surprised myself.” I say as I put the exam in my backpack.

“Jermaine, you might want to ask her to tutor you too.” Doug says to him making him roll his eyes and we laugh. I can’t wait to show Ciara my exam after school. The rest of the day drags by as usual and I sigh in relief when I hear the final bell ring. Thankfully we don’t have practice today so I can go by Ciara’s place before heading home. I get into my car and I put her address into my GPS. As I’m driving in the opposite direction of my house I can’t help but to notice the difference. Abandoned buildings, raggedy streets, liquor stores and people hanging out everywhere. I pull up to her apartment complex and the appearance is worse than I could have ever imagined. I instantly spot Ciara and she’s standing outside arguing with an older woman. The conversation looks heated and I debate if I need to stay in the car until it’s over or intervene. I watch as Ciara shakes her head and tries to walk away and the woman grabs her arm harshly and pulls her back over to her. I take a deep breath before grabbing my backpack and getting out of the car. The closer I get to them, the more I can hear the conversation.

“You must have lost your damn mind talking to me like that. In case you forgot, I am your mother and you will do what I say. Now you know I need that damn money.” I hear the woman say and Ciara shakes her head.

“I’m not giving you any money. That’s the money that we need for the bills. Ma, I’m already working overtime to make up for the money that you took.” I hear Ciara say and the woman just rolls her eyes.

“Mama I can’t keep doing this with you.” Ciara say as her voice cracks and the woman laughs.

“You’re acting like I’m asking you to stay here. You can leave and go where ever you want to go. I don’t need you. I’ve never needed you. You’re worthless, always have been, always will be. You have been nothing but a pain in my ass since you were born and I’ll be so happy when you finally decide to leave and I’ll never have to see you again.Matter of fact, why don’t you just pack up your shit and leave now?” The woman says harshly before turning and walking away. Ciara lets out a shaky breath as she drops her head.

“Hey.” I say softly making her jump in surprise. She looks over at me with a shocked expression on her face.

“Russell, what are you doing here?” She asks and I put my hands in my pockets nervously.

“Nina asked me to come by and check on you since you haven’t been to school and haven’t been answering your phone.” I reply and she nods her head.

“How much of that did you hear?” She asks and I sigh a little.

“Enough. Was that your mother?” I ask and she nods her head before taking a seat on the steps of the apartments.

“Yup. She’s something, isn’t she?” She asks sarcastically before chuckling to herself.

“She’s on drugs?” I ask and she looks up at me with tears in her eyes and nods her head.

“She’s been on drugs for years and I’ve been trying so hard to take care of us. Lately she’s been spiraling. She steals money out of my purse, things from the house and then disappears for days. I had to beg my supervisor for extra shifts at work just to pay the bills. That’s why I haven’t been to school, I’m tired. I just…I don’t know what to do.” She says as she begins to cry. I sit next to her and wrap my arms around her as she breaks down. You really never know what someone is going through. She’s dealing with all of this at home and then she has to deal with Ashton at school. I really admire her strength.I’m surprised she hasn’t reached her breaking point yet.

“I’m sorry.” She says as she pulls away from me and wipes her face.

“You don’t have to apologize for how you’re feeling. Ciara, you are so strong.” I say to her as I wipe away a fresh tear, making her look over at me.

“I don’t feel strong.” She says as she looks down at her hands. I place my fingers under her chin and I lift her head gently making her look at me.

“But you are. Look at what you’re dealing with at home and you’re still able to work, go to school and make good grades. That’s amazing. You’re amazing.” I say passionately as I look in her eyes.

“You really think so?” She asks softly and I nod my head.

“Yes. You need to come back to school though.” I say as I wipe away another tear and I let go of her face.

“I know and I will. My manager said that I can’t continue working the morning shifts on the weekdays because I’m supposed to be in school.” She says and I nod my head.

“I have an idea for you to make more money. You could tutor after school or on the weekends.” I say and she laughs before shaking her head.

“I don’t think I’m a good enough tutor to get paid for that.” She says and I smirk before reaching into my backpack and grabbing my exam.

“I disagree. I should be paying you honestly.” I say as I pass her my Algebra exam.

“Oh my God! You got a 98.” She says excitedly and I laugh before nodding my head.

“Yup and the only reason why I got that and not a perfect score is because I didn’t show all of my work on a question. I got this because of you.” I say and she nods her head.

“I guess I could be a tutor.” She says and I nod my head.

“Yup and I believe you owe me a date now.” I say with a smirk and she looks at me with a shocked expression.

“You still want to go out with me?” She asks and I nod my head.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” I ask and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Because you saw all of this and you know about what I’m going through with my mom. I didn’t think you would still be interested.” She says and I shake my head.

“None of this changes how I feel about you.” I say sincerely and she gives me a small smile.

“I guess we should plan a date then.” She says and I smile big.

“I’ll plan the date. You just be ready and make sure you answer your phone.” I say to her and she laughs before nodding her head.

“I will. I’m going to call Nina later on today.” She says and I nod my head.

“And you’ll be at school tomorrow?” I ask and she nods her head. She reaches over and gives me a hug.

“Thank you.” She says in my ear softly.

“You don’t have to thank me.” I reply as she lets me go. Now I just have to come up with the perfect date.  

[wanderinglotus7]

Good Morning, VIETNAM!

Let’s semi cross Vietnam off the list of places I’ve visited outside of Thailand. A group of friends and I traveled to Vietnam these past 6 days. Since our time was limited, we spent our time in the Northern region of the country. Most of our time was spent in Hanoi (the capital city of Vietnam), and we spent 2 days and 1 night in Ha Long. The plane rides and bus/taxi rides weren’t terrible except for the insane traffic. I thought traffic in Bangkok was horrible; Hanoi has Bangkok beaten so far. From land to sea, beeping and honking is the soundtrack of the people. Motorbikes cloistered the streets, alleys, and highways. Vietnamese drivers seem so reckless, but some people are reckless drivers in general doesn’t matter where they come from. I know riding in the taxis, I probably had about 20 mini heart attacks from the close calls we had; almost ramming in the back of buses and other vehicles, almost running over motorbike riders & pedestrians, tour boats crashing into each other coming into or exiting ports. Que the panic attacks.

The natural beauty of the north is remarkable. The rice fields in the midst of urbanization is a metaphor for how man and nature can coexist without one overpowering the other. The weather felt like heaven touching my soul. he average temperatures were between the 70s-low 80s degree Fahrenheit. My type of weather; reminds me of Virginia [which made miss home even more]. It rained a few times cooling things down even more. I’ve never been to places like Washington and Oregon, but from other individuals and some television shows/movies, Northern Vietnam reminds me of America’s Pacific West Coast. Then Ha Long Bay is drenched with multiple islands scattered among the sky blue water with a nice breeze tickling the skin. Like in Kanchanaburi, I felt so at ease and filled with peace. I found my serenity. 

Wondering around Hanoi, we found a quaint and cute vegan restaurant where I had my first authentic taste of vegan food. I discovered my new favorite type of tea: winter tea (fresh lemongrass and ginger tea). I’m a sucker for tea and it I was ecstatic by the many options of tea I could choose from and it wasn’t milk tea or over sweeten tea (not knocking my southern sweet tea or McDs’ sweet tea). My friend Alex could OD from caffeine because there are hundreds of coffee shops covering every inch of Hanoi. I like Thai food, but I’m getting tired of eating some kind of chicken or pork dish with rice. And I love spices, but my taste buds needed another flavor besides Thai spices and seasonings. Vietnamese food is delicious and you can see a Chinese influence within their cuisine which makes sense because Vietnam is so close to China anyway. My heart jumped with glee being able to eat fresh seafood and eating a real breakfast. When I mean a “real” breakfast I mean an IHop or Waffle House breakfast: omelettes, pancakes, french toast, bacon (but don’t eat the pork), cereal, and etc. I say don’t eat the pork because some of the pigs in Vietnam are dying from some disease that got imported into the country from South Africa. Instead of chicken or pork, chicken or beef. The beef is better than the beef sold in Thailand (and seems less questionable...). I recommend everyone who visits Vietnam to eat their Vietnamese sandwich called Banh Mi. They are sub sandwiches made with either pork, chicken, or beef (at some food stalls); they even have a vegetarian option as well.

Reeling it back in, we came across an old cathedral looking church, played a strategic board gamed called Splendor at a tucked away cafe & board game shop. Later that night, we checked out the local night market where we ate more good food and I became impulsive and selfish and bought a bunch of stuff. However, I didn’t do too bad because I purchased reasonable items and the currency (Dong) is cheaper than Thai baht. The goods are cheap, but made decently and in some good quality. I really didn’t have that much money, but having all those smaller bills in my possession made me a big BALLER! Unlike Bangkok, I did not see one pigeon in Hanoi, however, take a look at some of the menus around there and you’ll find the answer to why. I can’t lie, I did catch a case of baby fever; the children were so adorable I wouldn’t mind adopting a couple or I can imagine myself having a little blasian mini me. The locals are nice like the Thai locals. There were street dogs, but not too many that I could tell. Most of the dogs I saw were of pure breeds and on the small side (i.e. Yorkies, Poodles, Corgis, etc.). What made my day was seeing a black and white Husky puppy (that’s the next dog that I want in the future).

Ha Long reminds me of Virginia Beach; the board walk, strips of bars and restaurants, casino, fancy hotels, and a local amusement park nearby (i.e. SunWorld). While there we did the most tourist thing, we payed and enjoyed a 6-hour boat tour of Ha Long Bay. Fun Fact: the recent King Kong movie (with Samuel L. Jackson) was filmed in Ha Long Bay. The tour included a free lunch and snacks, activities, transportation, and many Instagram worthy photo opportunities. During the tour, we physically visited three islands. The first island contained the largest cave in the bay called Surprise Cave. The rock formations are cool and not too depressing. The second island we had two options: tour the island in a banana boat or kayak. I never been kayaking before so, I chose to Kayak. Kayaking gives your arms a good workout and requires teamwork to navigate the waters. I saw more wild monkeys this time nobody was attacked or harmed. The water was for sure cold, and my butt did get soaked but it was okay because I dressed appropriately. We ended the tour at TiTop Island. I was tired and wanted to relax. Instead of hiking to the top of the mountain, I stayed on the beach until it was time to return to our boat. If I google myself in the near future, I’ll probably find my image in various tourist photos. At one point, one woman took mutliple photos of me and Stacey on the beach with the woman’s friends and relatives. Strangely, she had me posing pretending to take selfies while she took photos of me (what ever floats her boat). I took a pleasant nap on the way back to the main port.

Later that evening, we explored the area. Went to some bars and played card games (even received a free beer from our hostel), ate some good pho soup (and other food). Meet a couple whom got engaged earlier that day and their friends, and participated in Karaoke with even more fun-loving strangers. The next day, before returning to Hanoi, we purchased tickets for SunWorld. We rode the world’s tallest cable car system, walked thru a beautiful zen garden, and a rode a mini “roller-coaster” ride (it’s much faster than what it appears to be). The views from the cable car were gorgeous! The journey from Ha Long to Hanoi is about 3 hours (wasn’t too bad); the bus wasn’t crapped and the seats were decently comfortable.

Honestly, I felt a bit more cultured when we returned to the city. We visited some museums: Vietnamese Women’s Museum and the Hoa Lo Prison Museum. I’m a woken feminist, so viewing the women’s museum really perked my interest and Vietnamese contributed and sacrificed a lot for the sake of their country. Through most of Vietnam’s history, women played major roles in fighting and trying to maintain their independence. Who says women can’t be bada****. Some of their most prominent leaders/rulers were women. At the prison, the Vietnamese people were brutally treated by the French. Men, women and children were imprisoned Hanoi’s hell. The prison was a death sentence for all prisoners; some individuals were able to escape, but those who did manage escape wither escaped and survived [which were few] or escaped, but their lives were immediately cut short once they tasted freedom. I also received another perspective on the Vietnam War which my Grandfather Donald Bailey fought. Always be skeptical because history can be interpreted in various ways depending on the person or group retelling the story. Sometimes the truth can hold some biases as well. Always double check your sources and facts. In addition, I made my first investment. I purchased an authentic piece of Vietnamese art signed by the actual artist. Kept in good condition it could be worth more money in the future, but I doubt I will ever sell it. Also, I purchased a handmade bamboo notebook from an indoor market. I can’t forget that I sat through my first jazz performance at a real jazz club. Jazz music isn’t my top choice (R&B/Soul #1), but I like jazz if I’m in the mood. The atmosphere of the club was sick; wish I can remember the name of the club, but it did take us a while to find the location of the club because it was hidden behind the opera theater. And Shannon found a restaurant that sold delicious Mexican food (lucky for us because it was Taco Tuesday).

Beneath the beauty, I witnessed the ugly. Violence against women is real y’all. Walking back to our hostel, we witnessed a group of citizens intervene in a could’ve been deadly situation. A woman was being followed a strange man carrying a knife. I’m not sure of all the details; apparently the man was making unwanted advances towards a passing a woman and she rejected him. I guess he didn’t like that so, he decided to follow her with a knife. Some people noticed what was happening and went after the guy. The woman was unharmed, the group was able to remove the weapon and led the man to a near by police station. On another night, a group of [drunk] 8-10 men try to encircle me; two men had the nerve to grab and yank on my arm. Luckily, I was able to tear myself from them and get away. I was so close to bustin some heads open if they didn’t let go of my arm or kept trying to entrap me (and we were close to an alleyway..I’m not about that life). Seriously, I don’t need anymore trauma in my life. Not just women, but everyone should be careful because anything can happen (hopefully they don’t).

With God’s fortune (grace) maybe in 3 or 4 years I’ll return to Vietnam and explore the Southern region. I can see more of what my grandfather witnessed during the war and learn more the war and the country’s history. I may discover another side of Vietnam (pretty or ugly).