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heytherejulietx · 7 months ago
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you’re all i want - richie tozier
↳ requested by anon; HELLOOOOOOO!!!. i was wondering if u could do a innocent shy reader x richie angst where yn doesn’t think she’s enough for richie bec the thinks his ex gfs were prettier please 💗💗
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↳ content warnings - major insecurities (body image, insecurities in general), angst, hurt / comfort, swearing, mentions of cheating, aged up losers, i suck at endings so it’s bad aishqjd. to anyone who suffers with insecurity issues, i promise you’re beautiful and i love you <3
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“do you like it?” y/n smiled softly as she let bev take the embroidered bracelet from her hand and watched as the redhead took a closer look at the red and green floss. she often spent quite a lot of her time making little trinkets for her friends. so far, she had made bev a collection of anklets and bracelets, knitted a scarf for stanley and a matching hat for bill, made stickers for ben, knitted a jumper for mike, made eddie tons of keychains, and thousands of bracelets and keychains for richie. his favourite one she had given him was actually an idea of bev’s; one night when the girls were having a sleepover, bev had taught y/n how to make a bracelet out of an old bra strap, and had given it to richie the day after. she hadn’t seen his wrist without it since.
“yeah!” bev smiled as she put it around her wrist, sitting with two others which were black. “it kinda matches the one on my ankle.” she pointed to her leg, where a red anklet was around her left ankle, and y/n smiled.
“i made one for richie too, it’s purple.” she explained and bev grinned.
“i doubt he has room for any more.”
“he’ll make room, don’t worry.” she giggled quietly, though looked up when the classroom door opened and watched as somebody walked inside.
there was a student transferring to their history class, which they had swapped in for geography, and she had been interested to see who it was all morning. y/n recognised the girl, though she had never spoken to her - she was a cheerleader, and y/n was a loser. the girl walked into the classroom and over to the teacher’s desk, and when beverly looked up she scoffed.
“for fuck sake.” she mumbled, rolling her eyes.
“what?” y/n frowned, looking at the girl again before back at bev. “do you not like her?”
bev blinked at y/n, furrowing her eyebrows a little. “do you not know who that is?” she asked, and y/n paused. was she supposed to?
“uhm, no. who is she?” y/n saw the look of disgust on bev’s face and wondered for a moment if she was one of the girl’s who used to bully her alongside greta keene.
“it’s ashley. ashley brooke?” bev asked, tilting her head, though the name still rang no bells and y/n just blinked in confusion. “she’s richie’s ex.”
“...oh.”
she was richie’s ex? y/n looked back over at ashley as she took a seat across the classroom and frowned. she was… beautiful. she was tall and skinny and had beautiful long hair, and thinking about it she wasn’t at all surprised richie used to like her. when they had started dating, richie had told her that he had an ex from before y/n had moved to their school, though she hadn’t minded at the time. if she knew that richie had downgraded with her then maybe she’d mind a little more. ashley was a cheerleader; she had good grades, everybody liked her, and she was so pretty. y/n was average in all of her classes, barely knew anybody other than the losers, and she was most definitely not nearly as pretty as ashley. if richie could date someone like ashley, why was he settling with her?
“y/n?” bev gently nudged her arm, and after looking away from ashley she could see that bev looked concerned. “she was a bitch, alright? they didn’t even date for three months. she just got with him because he suddenly got hot one summer.” bev scoffed, and y/n nodded, though she let her eyes drift back towards ashley and sighed. she wasn’t so sure.
-
after she had seen ashley that morning, it was hard to not miss her everywhere else she went. y/n realised that her locker was close to ashley’s, that they shared a free period, they even shared their math class together. by the time lunch rolled around she was almost miserable. her brain had been running non stop all day about it. about how richie could do so much better than her if he wanted to. she wasn’t cruel, she knew that richie wouldn’t break up with her, because he was kind. but was he miserable with her? did he want to be with someone else?
she had been so lost in thought as she walked outside towards the losers’ lunch table that she hadn’t seen the person in front of her and walked right into them. she felt nauseous when they turned around and was face to face with ashley.
y/n’s eyes widened, freezing up for a solid few seconds. “oh uh- i’m sorry i didn’t- i didn’t see-” she started stammering, though ashley just gave her a once-over before she walked away with a huff.
y/n watched her walk away for a moment, her heart thumping heavier than normal. did ashley know who she was? did she not like her because she was dating richie now instead of her? she swallowed harshly as she continued walking, feeling a little relieved when she saw the losers all sat outside. she’d feel better when she was sat with them, she always did. one time she was ill and when she met the losers at bill’s house for their weekly movie, they had all gotten together to make her some soup and she had almost cried from gratitude.
since they all couldn’t fit on one table together, they had pushed two wooden tables together to sit together at the start of the year and nobody had moved them since. as she walked over she could hear richie and eddie yelling at each other before they even saw her and had to smile. everything was normal, so she should, in theory, feel fine.
“will you stop saying that-”
“but she did! your mom asked me to-”
“eww stop! fuckin’ stop!”
richie had his head tipped back with laughter as she actually reached the table, and upon seeing the horrified expression on eddie’s face she had to giggle.
“leave him alone, rich, you’re traumatising him.”
eddie mumbled a “thank you y/n” as she sat down on richie’s other side, opposite bev, and gave the girl a light smile as she felt an arm tuck around her waist.
“anything for you, my love,” richie sighed dramatically as he pulled her closer to himself, and she heard eddie gag on his other side when a kiss was pressed to her cheek. “was your morning okay?”
y/n nodded and smiled as she gently took his hand underneath the table. “yeah, it was fine.” it wasn’t, but richie didn’t need to know that. ashley was probably never insecure like she was being.
she felt something hit her arm and looked up to see that bev had thrown a note at her, and upon opening it she frowned.
“i saw you walk into ashley. everything okay?”
y/n appreciated how intuitive bev was. she was her best friend, and she had been there for her since her first day in derry - which was longer than she had been friends with any of the other losers, including richie. she appreciated that bev could tell when something was wrong, but she just didn’t want to talk about anything to do with ashley or her insecurities, so she just nodded and scrunched the note up before letting it drop to the floor.
“hey, rich?” she watched as richie looked up and smiled softly when she met his eyes. “i have something for you,” as she spoke y/n dug around in the front pocket of her bag, before her fingers enclosed around what she wanted and she pulled out the purple bracelet that she had made for him the night before. “here.” she placed the gift into his open palm, and watched as his face lit up.
“i don’t have a purple one yet, thanks!” he grinned and immediately put it on his left wrist (there was only four on that one, whereas he had six on his right one, including the bra strap bracelet) before he moved both arms around her as he pressed a good few kisses to her head.
y/n smiled as she leaned into his side, though she spotted ashley sat with her own friends a few tables away and frowned as a sour feeling pooled in her belly. ashley probably didn’t make him friendship bracelets, she wasn’t childish. she probably bought him more meaningful things that he would get more entertainment and use out of. she probably was a better girlfriend overall, to be honest. why was richie settling with someone who could do so little for him?
-
“hey, are you okay?” y/n looked up at richie as he squeezed her hand and tilted her head slightly. every day after school he walked her back to her house, and aside from any free periods they spent together, it was one of the only times they got alone during the week. usually it was the best part of her day, but she had been dreading the walk home all afternoon. her thoughts on everything had gotten so much worse after lunch, and being around richie - as much as she loved his company - made it worse. because with her hand in his, as her arm brushed against his every time richie moved closer to her side of the pavement (because god knows richie couldn’t walk in a straight line to save his life), all she could be reminded of was how bad of a girlfriend she was in comparison to what he had in the past and what he could have if he wanted it.
“hmm?” she tilted her head and put on a smile. “yeah, i’m okay.” realistically, she should have spoken to richie about how she was feeling, but she felt like that would just be selfish. she didn’t want him to have to pity her because she had come to the realisation that she just wasn’t good enough. she just wanted it all to get better. y/n wished bev had never told her who ashley was so she could keep thinking that she was a good girlfriend, and maybe if she carried on thinking it was fine she would have no problems. but since she knew how not fine it was, it hurt. walking home with her then, as his thumb dragged across her knuckles so often when he didn’t have his head tipped back in laughter over a dumb joke he made, did he regret asking her out? in that moment did he know how much better he could have? did he want better?
she squeezed his hand back gently and tried to be reassuring, but her hand suddenly felt cold in his as nausea swirled around her stomach. y/n took a brief look down at herself, seeing hand-me-down clothes and a figure she wasn’t happy with and thought of ashley, who was always best dressed and looked like she should do modeling. if he hadn’t realised it yet, how much better he could do, then he would eventually. and then she’d lose him.
-
she didn’t turn up for lunch on tuesday. richie had pouted the whole time, ignoring stan’s suggestions that she was late or had something else to do. he knew she was in school - bev had seen her in their english class, and the redhead had said she was quiet, sure, but y/n was always quiet! it took her days after they had first met to get her to talk to him, and still sometimes she crawled back into her shell when she was feeling particularly shy or unwell. richie always found it adorable, of course, so nothing could be actually wrong with her, right? so why hadn’t she sat with them?
it couldn’t have been something he did. at lunch on monday they sat together just fine; she had given him another bracelet and he held her the whole time until class. and then they had walked together after school as they always did. she seemed a little off, sure, but nothing was actually wrong. maybe she was just on her period or something, girls got all sad when they were on their period. or in bev’s case she got angry; richie had tried to prank her once without realising and she had shouted at him so much he was almost scared of her. and then he was scared of her when she smacked the back of his head with her hardback english textbook a few minutes later. but if anything y/n got even more clingy when she had her period, so he couldn’t fathom what was going on.
he had pouted the rest of the day about it, and was genuinely relieved when he saw her waiting for him in their usual spot after school. she told him that she had some work to do at lunch and that was why she hadn’t sat with him, and he was even more relieved. he walked home with her and held her hand, happy that nothing was wrong.
until she didn’t turn up to lunch on wednesday. or thursday. or friday.
every day she gave the same excuse, that she had something to do, but he could see her pulling away more and more. on friday she didn’t even show up to walk home with him. he couldn’t figure out what he had done wrong.
“is it me? did i do something? does she hate me?” richie paced stan’s living room on saturday afternoon. they all were supposed to go to the quarry that morning, but again; y/n didn’t show.
“why don’t you ask her?” stan had asked from where he was sat on the couch and richie glared at him.
“funnily enough stan i haven’t fuckin’ seen her so i can’t fuckin’ ask her!” richie snapped, waving his hands around in wild gestures as he spoke.
stan huffed out an annoyed breath through his nose and pointed in the direction of his telephone. “call her, dumbass.”
richie’s eyes almost bugged out of his skull, as if stan had come up with the most genius plan in the world, before he scrambled over to the phone and put in her number so fast he almost broke the phone. richie hend the phone to his ear and pulled a face when some random old man picked up and quickly cancelled the call, huffing when he realised he had put in the wrong number and dialed again, slower that time, to make sure he used the right number.
“hello?” y/n answered after the fourth ring, and richie almost heaved a sigh of relief.
“y/n? it’s richie,” he told her, and his stomach twisted uncomfortably when he heard her sigh. “is everything okay? i haven’t seen you in a while.”
y/n didn’t answer for a moment, and richie could picture her biting her lip like she always did when she was thinking over what to say. “uhm.. yeah i’m fine, i’ve just got a lot going on, rich-”
“can i come over?” he interrupted, nervously twisting the phone cord between his fingers, and his stomach dropped when she sighed again.
“now’s not really a good time…” she trailed off, and hearing the negative tone laced in her words made him feel sick. “look, rich, i need to go. i’ll see you soon.”
“wait, y/n-” he started, though the end dile cut him off and he deflated, hanging the phone back up as his shoulders slumped. when he turned back towards stanley he was frowning too, and neither of them said anything until richie fell back onto the couch, visibly upset.
“what am i supposed to do?”
-
she couldn’t do it. no matter how hard she tried, y/n could never be enough for richie. she wanted to be - god, she’d give anything to be as good as ashley, or any other girl that was good enough for him. but she wasn’t.
after she had hung up the phone when richie had called she had burst into tears, not even able to hang the phone back up before she fell back onto her bed, and left it dangling by it’s cord. insecurity wasn’t new for y/n, she had alway been insecure about something; how she looked, her personality, her intelligence. but when she had started dating richie, for a while it was almost like she could look past all of that. richie made her feel beautiful and funny and good, and she finally had someone who cared about her, truly cared about her. but looking back on it, that was all a deluded fantasy stemmed by finally getting positive attention from a boy. she wasn’t enough for him - she could never be enough for him. she wasn’t as pretty as other girls. she wasn’t skinny; her thighs always touched and if she looked at herself from the side she didn’t like how much of her stuck out. her hair was never perfectly done, and she didn’ know how to get her makeup perfect. ashley had been better than her, and y/n just simply couldn’t compare.
on sunday she couldn’t stay in her room anymore. her parents were worried about her, and if they grew any more concerned she would have them questioning her too, and that was the last thing she needed, she had woken up to rain that morning, which gave her a perfect place to go; the clubhouse.
on rainy days, the losers usually just squished into bill’s basement to watch movies and eat junk food. the clubhouse was nice, but when it rained the hatch caused a leak and the ladder became too slippery to be safe; which they found out due to eddie getting a twisted ankle one time.
so y/n had gotten dressed that morning and skipped breakfast to head straight there, ignoring when her phone had rung for the fifth time since her conversation with richie the afternoon prior. she couldn’t handle talking to him. the phone was still ringing when she grabbed her coat and left her bedroom, letting the door shut behind her.
it didn’t take too long to get to the clubhouse; she knew how to get there like the back of her hand after going there for two years. the hatch was wet and the ladder was slippery but she was careful not to slip as she climbed down, and made it safely to the ground without any accidents. maybe she’d have a nice afternoon; the clubhouse was nice, and she had it to herself for once.
though that certainty popped like a bubble when she turned around and saw richie stood beside the hammock, just as frozen as she was. shit.
“y/n-”
“i should go, i forgot something.” she breathed out through the sudden nausea, though as she turned around his hand enclosed around her arm and he spun her back around to face him.
“no, no, no. i need to talk to you.”
y/n swallowed the bile that threatened to make its way up her throat. as she looked up at richie and met his gaze, her stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot that made it impossible to form any words, so she nodded instead. he looked mad- no, not mad - fuming. she had never seen him look so pissed off, not even when henry bowers had thrown a glass bottle at eddie and missed his head by a mere inch. no, this was different. his grip on her arm was almost too tight and it made her uncomfortable, and the burning fire behind his angry stare made her want to squirm underneath his gaze. she had never seen him like that.
“no bullshit this time, okay? i need to know what the fuck is going on,” richie huffed, his free hand clenched in a fist whilst his other stayed wrapped around her forearm. “you ditch me for lunch, lie about it, then continue ditching me and continue lying about it, and then yesterday you fuckin’ blow me off? what the fuck was that- i just wanted to know if you were okay!” she could only stare at him wide-eyed as he ranted, her eyes glossing over like freshly cut glass with tears. “is it me? have i done something? are you losing interest in me? is there someone else?” he huffed, and when she didn’t respond again richie groaned and stressfully ran a hand through his hair. “i need you to answer me! y/n-”
“i know who ashley is.” her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke, though it still shut him up. tears had started falling down her cheeks though she had ignored them and continued looking at richie through her slightly-blurry gaze.
“what?” richie cocked his head to the side, scoffing in disbelief. “what the fuck does ashley have to do with the fact that you’ve been ignoring me?”
“i know that you used to date her before i moved here.”
richie blinked in disbelief. “i told you i had another girlfriend before you and you said that you didn’t want to know who it was. is this what this is about? you’re mad that i never said-”
“no!” she yelled, and her expression scrunched up in frustration as he stared at her. “i’m not mad at you, richie! how could i ever- i’m not mad!” she took in a deep heaving breath that hurt her chest as she was holding in tears. “i’m not even mad, i’m just- fuck, richie, seeing ashley made me realise how worthless i am, you know? you used to date someone so perfect, and then you had to downgrade with me! ashley is so beautiful and smart and funny and i’m none of those things! i don’t know why you picked me but you could do so much better!” her voice started wobbling as her tears fell faster, but she ignored them still. “i’m not enough for you! i joined this school two years after everyone else so i’m already behind on everything, i haven’t even known you as long as other girls at school-”
“y/n-”
“-and you could have anyone if you wanted to because you’re smart and funny and attractive, and i’m just some quiet awkward girl who isn’t even pretty enough-”
“y/n, baby-” richie had stepped forwards to place his hands on her cheeks when she had started really crying, though she didn’t seem to notice as she carried on.
“-i just don’t know why you’re settling with me when you can do so much better than me-”
at some point the line between crying and yelling had become unintelligible, and at the point when her breathing had become unsteady and her expression crumpled, richie just pulled her tightly against himself, and as soon as she was pressed to his chest she started sobbing. richie had started saying something to soothe her but she couldn’t make it out through her crying, and could just feel his arms holding her tightly as she gripped onto his shirt in fists as her shoulders shook with her overflow of tears. if he minded the fact that she was staining his shirt with tears he didn’t mention it, and he just kept holding her to himself as she cried. her eyes were sore and her chest hurt, but after some time she had calmed down enough to just be sniffling, her breath catching unevenly and painfully in her chest.
“fuck, y/n.” richie mumbled, and when she felt his hand on the back of her head she whimpered quietly with the urge to sob again.
“i’m being really selfish,” she sniffled. “i know you can do better but i don’t want to lose you.”
“hey hey hey,” richie sighed and lifted a hand to her cheek to tilt her head up to look at him. when her eyes met his she could see he was crying too. “you’re not going to lose me, okay? christ, doll, i’ve been terrified that i was going to lose you all week.”
y/n swallowed thicky through the lump in her throat and pressed her face into his chest, not wanting to look at him. now she had made him cry, what a good girlfriend she was.
richie was moving them to sit somewhere though she didn’t look up until he sat down on one of the chairs and pulled her into his lap, her legs hanging off of either side of his thighs. she usually protested that she was too heavy when he wanted to sit with her like that, but she didn’t have it in her to try. she just continued to grip onto his shirt, and let him rub her back as she sniffled into his shoulder.
“i broke up with ashley because i found out she was cheating on me,” despite the sad words, richie’s voice was perfectly calm, though it didn’t stop the pang of hurt in her chest when she heard it. “i wasn’t really happy with her. she was pretty and somewhat good company but i didn’t love her. i didn’t love anybody until i knew you; i didn’t even know what love was until i loved you,” y/n continued sniffling into his shoulder even as he spoke, and after a pause she heard him sigh before he placed a hand on her cheek so she would look at him again. “y/n, you have no idea how much you mean to me. i wish you could see yourself through my eyes so you could understand how perfect you are. i love you so fuckin’ much, i don’t care that you’re not like ashley. i’m happy that you’re not like her.”
“but she’s so pretty and i’m not-”
richie huffed, silencing her with a pinch to her hip. “yes you are. you’re gorgeous, and i’m not just saying that. you really are the most beautiful person i know. you’re so kind and thoughtful, and you love me for who i am, all of the good and the bad; how could you not be enough for me?”
y/n sighed, her lip quivering as she looked down at her lap with a shrug. “i feel like you shouldn’t have to settle with me.”
richie scoffed, a sound that was so normal from him she almost smiled. “y/n, i am not settling with you. i’m in love with you. i want you and nobody else, that’s it,” he tilted her head up again and let his lips press to her forehead before he met her eyes again. “okay? you’re all i want.”
y/n’s lip quivered again and richie held her into him again, his arms a strong hold around her body. her eyes stung with more tears and she started crying into his shoulder again. “i’m so sorry, rich-”
“don’t apologise, doll, it’s okay. i just want you to know how much you mean to me. we can talk about how you’re feeling when you’re ready to, okay? but i need you to know how much i love and need you.”
y/n nodded and gripped onto him tighter, mumbling a muffled “i love you, too” into his shoulder. she could feel richie start to rock them as he held her against himself, and if anything she gripped onto him tighter. she still felt terrible; how she felt about herself wouldn’t go away with one conversation, and she sure as hell thought he could do better. but his reassurance helped massively, and it was enough to let her relax into his arms as he held her. the rain was still drizzling outside and her quiet sniffles filled the air, though she found comfort in knowing that she wasn’t going to lose richie, and that he wanted her.
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improvidence318 · a year ago
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i said screw it so here it is
howdy howdy, this is the anon with the 20’s lingo sheet. i don’t have a tumblr (though i wish i do tbh) and realized that i don’t know how to work shit on tumblr, so i’m just sending in the sheet through a text post. i am highly aware of the amount of power i’m bestowing upon you and honestly couldn’t give a damn
A
ab-so-lute-ly: affirmative all wet: incorrect And how!: I strongly agree! ankle: to walk, i.e.. “Let’s ankle!” apple sauce: flattery, nonsense, i.e.. “Aw, applesauce!” Attaboy!: well done!; also, Attagirl!
B
baby: sweetheart. Also denotes something of high value or respect. baby grand: heavily built man baby vamp: an attractive or popular female, student. balled up: confused, messed up. baloney: Nonsense! Bank’s closed.: no kissing or making out ie. “Sorry, mac, bank’s closed.” bearcat: a hot-blooded or fiery girl beat it: scram, get lost. beat one’s gums: idle chatter bee’s knee’s: terrific; a fad expression. Dozens of “animal anatomy” variations existed: elephant’s eyebrows, gnat’s whistle, eel’s hips, etc. beef: a complaint or to complain. beeswax: business, i.e. “None of your beeswax.” Student. bell bottom: a sailor bent: drunk berries: (1) perfect (2) money big cheese: important person big six: a strong man; from auto advertising, for the new and powerful six cylinder engines. bimbo: a tough guy bird: general term for a man or woman, sometimes meaning “odd,” i.e. “What a funny old bird.” blotto (1930 at the latest): drunk, especially to an extreme bootleg: illeagal liquor breezer (1925): a convertable car bug-eyed Betty (1927): an unattractive girl, student. bull: (1) a policeman or law-enforcement official, including FBI. (2) nonesense (3) to chat idly, to exaggerate bump off: to kill bum’s rush, the: ejection by force from an establishment bunny (1925): a term of endearment applied to the lost, confused, etc. Often coupled with “poor little.” bus: any old or worn out car.
C
cake-eater: a lady’s man caper: a criminal act or robbery. cat’s meow: great, also “cat’s pajamas” and “cat’s whiskers” cash: a kiss Cash or check?: Do we kiss now or later? cast a kitten: to have a fit. Used in both humorous and serious situations. i.e. “Stop tickling me or I’ll cast a kitten!” Also, “have kittens.” cheaters: eye glasses check: Kiss me later. chewing gum: double-speak, or ambiguous talk. choice bit of calico: attractive female, student. chopper: a Thompson Sub-Machine Gun, due to the damage its heavy .45 caliber rounds did to the human body.  chunk of lead: an unnattractive female, student. clam: a dollar coffin varnish: bootleg liquor, often poisonous. copacetic: excellent crasher: a person who attends a party uninvited crush: infatuation cuddler: one who likes to make out
D
daddy: a young woman’s boyfriend or lover, especially if he’s rich. daddy-o: a term of address dame: a female. Did not gain widespread use until the 1930’s. dapper: a Flapper’s dad darb: a great person or thing. “That movie was darb.” dead soldier: an empty beer bottle. deb: a debutant. dewdropper: a young man who sleeps all day and doesn’t have a job. dogs: feet doll: an attractive woman. dolled up: dressed up don’t know from nothing: doesn’t have any information don’t take any wooden nickels: don’t do anything stupid. doublecross: to cheat, stab in the back. dough: money drugstore cowboy: A well-dressed man who loiters in public areas trying to pick up women. dry up: shut up, get lost ducky: very good dumb Dora: an absolute idiot, a dumbbell, especially a woman; flapper.
E
earful: enough egg: a person who lives the big life
F
face stretcher: an old woman trying to look young fella: fellow. As common in its day as “man,” “dude,” or “guy” is today. “That John sure is a swell fella.” fire extinguisher: a chaperone fish: (1) a college freshman (2) a first timer in prison flat tire: a bore flivver: a Model T; after 1928, also could mean any broken down car. floorflusher: an insatiable dancer flour lover: a girl with too much face powder fly boy: a glamorous term for an aviator For crying out loud!: same usage as today four-flusher: a person who feigns wealth while mooching off others.
G
gams (1930): legs gatecrasher: see “crasher” get-up (1930): an outfit. get a wiggle on: get a move on, get going get in a lather: get worked up, angry giggle water: booze gimp: cripple; one who walks with a limp.  Gangster Dion O’Bannion was called Gimpy due to his noticeable limp. gin mill: a seller of hard liquor; a cheap speakeasy glad rags: “going out on the town” clothes go chase yourself: get lost, scram. gold-digger (1925): a woman who pursues men for their money. goods, the: (1) the right material, or a person who has it (2) the facts, the truth, i.e. “Make sure the cops don’t get the goods on you.” goof: (1) a stupid or bumbling person, (2) a boyfriend, flapper. goofy: in love grummy: depressed grungy: envious
H
handcuff: engagement ring hard-boiled: tough, as in, a tough guy, ie: “he sure is hard-boiled!” hayburner: (1) a gas guzzling car (2) a horse one loses money on heavy sugar (1929): a lot of money heebie-jeebies (1926): “the shakes,” named after a hit song. heeler: a poor dancer high hat: a snob. hip to the jive: cool, trendy hit on all sixes: to perform 100 per cent; as “hitting on all six cylinders”; perhaps a more common variation in these days of four cylinder engines was “hit on all fours”.  See “big six”. hood (late 20s): hoodlum hooey:  nonsense. Very popular from 1925 to 1930, used somewhat thereafter. hop: a teen party or dance Hot dawg!: Great!; also: “Hot socks!"  Rarely spelled as shown outside of flapper circles until popularized by 1940s comic strips. hot sketch: a card or cut-up
I
"I have to go see a man about a dog.”: “I’ve got to leave now,” often meaning to go buy whiskey. icy mitt: rejection insured: engaged iron (1925): a motorcycle, among motorcycle enthusiasts iron one’s shoelaces: to go to the restroom ish kabibble (1925): a retort meaning “I should care."  Was the name of a musician in the Kay Kayser Orchestra of the 1930s.
J
jack: money Jake: great, ie. "Everything’s Jake.” Jalopy: a dumpy old car Jane: any female java: coffee jeepers creepers: a term of exclamation jitney: a car employed as a private bus. Fare was usually five-cents; also called a “nickel.” joe: coffee Joe Brooks: a perfectly dressed person; student. john: a toilet joint: establishment juice joint: a speakeasy
K
kale: money keen: appealing killjoy: a solemn person knock up: to make pregnant know one’s onions: to know one’s business or what one is talking about
L
lay off: cut the crap left holding the bag: (1) to be cheated out of one’s fair share (2) to be blamed for something let George do it: a work evading phrase level with me: be honest limey: a British soldier or citizen, from World War I line: a false story, as in “to feed one a line.” live wire: a lively person lollapalooza (1930): a humdinger lollygagger: (1) a young man who enjoys making out (2) an idle person
M
manacle: wedding ring mazuma: money milquetoast (1924): a very timid person; from the comic book character Casper mind your potatoes: mind your own business. mooch: to leave moonshine: homemade whiskey mop: a handkerchief munitions: face powder
N
neck: to kiss passionately necker: a girl who wraps her arms around her boyfriend’s neck. nifty: great, excellent noodle juice: tea Not so good!: I personally disapprove. “Now you’re on the trolley!”: Now you’ve got it, now you’re right.
O
off one’s nuts: crazy Oh yeah!: I doubt it! old boy: a male term of address, used in conversation with other males. Denoted acceptance in a social environment.  Also “old man” “old fruit.” “How’s everything old boy?” Oliver Twist: a skilled dancer on a toot: a drinking binge on the lam: fleeing from police on the level: legitimate, honest on the up and up: on the level orchid: an expensive item ossified: drunk owl: a person who’s out late
P
palooka: (1) a below-average or average boxer (2) a social outsider, from the comic strip character Joe Palooka, who came from humble ethnic roots panic: to produce a big reaction from one’s audience percolate: (1) to boil over (2) As of 1925, to run smoothly; “perk” pet: necking, only more; making out petting pantry: movie theater piffle: baloney piker: (1) a cheapskate (2) a coward pill: (1) a teacher (2) an unlikable person pinch: to arrest. Pinched: to be arrested. pinko: liberal pipe down: stop talking prom-trotter: a student who attends all school social functions pos-i-lute-ly: affirmative, also “pos-i-tive-ly” punch the bag: small talk putting on the ritz: after the Ritz Hotel in Paris (and its namesake Caesar Ritz); doing something in high style. Also “ritzy.”
Q
R
rag-a-muffin: a dirty or disheveled individual rain pitchforks: a downpour razz: to make fun of Real McCoy: a genuine item regular: normal, typical, average; “Regular fella.” Reuben: an unsophisticated country bumpkin. Also “rube” Rhatz!: How disappointing! rub: a student dance party rubes: money or dollars rummy: a drunken bum
S
sap: a fool, an idiot. Very common term in the 20s. says you: a reaction of disbelief scratch: money screaming meemies: the shakes screw: get lost, get out, etc. Occasionally, in pre 1930 talkies (such as The Broadway Melody) screw is used to tell a character to leave. One film features the line “Go on, go on – screw!"  screwy: crazy; "You’re screwy!” sheba: one’s girlfriend sheik: one’s boyfriend simolean: a dollar sinker: a doughnut sitting pretty: in a prime position skirt: an attractive female smarty: a cute flapper smudger: a close dancer sockdollager: an action having a great impact so’s your old man: a reply of irritation speakeasy: a bar selling illeagal liquor spill: to talk spoon: to neck, or at least talk of love static: (1) empty talk (2) conflicting opinion stilts: legs struggle: modern dance stuck on: in love, student. sugar daddy: older boyfriend who showers girlfriend with gifts swanky: (1) good (2) elegant swell: (1) good (2) a high class person
T
take someone for a ride: to take someone to a deserted location and murder them. tasty: appealing teenager: not a common term until 1930; before then, the term was “young adults.” tell it to Sweeney: tell it to someone who’ll believe it. tight: attractive Tin Pan Alley: the music industry in New York, located between 48th and 52nd Streets tomato: a “ripe” female torpedo: a hired thug or hitman
U
unreal: special upchuck: to vomit upstage: snobby
V
vamp: (1) a seducer of men, an aggressive flirt (2) to seduce voot: money
W
water-proof: a face that doesn’t require make-up wet blanket: see Killjoy wife: dorm roomate, student. What’s eating you?: What’s wrong? whoopee: wild fun Woof! Woof!: ridicule
X
Y
You slay me!: That’s funny!
Z
zozzled: drunk
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Top 5 Books? 👀
I have been hoarding this ask for a whiiile now and since I got nothing to read now - lemme ramble about this hehe! Thank youuuu pd! 🥰✨
UNDER THE CUT CAUSE ITS TOO LONG WElp, sorry pd it turns out into a book review sksk 😭
So, this is like low-key vv hard - but, imma cheat the system a little and ramble!
1. Addicted/Calloway Sisters Series (the whole series) (Check TW)
okay this series, I haven't actually finish it yet cause well, I don't wanna say goodbye yet...but holy moly, I love how the growth of the characters in this - ALSO, found family is a HUUUGE thing! And, okay - they all are vv rich lol, but the story did made me emo and just, how they are all a family? And just look out for each other and after everything they been through together? I'm just - in looove! Loren, Lilly, Connor, Rose, Daisy and Ryke - aka the core six for life ✨💕 the quotes in this book are so many but, lemme give one!
fav scene (this is sooo long, god but this scene lives in my mind everyday):
“Nearly every day of our lives you’ve wondered one thing.”
Sex darts into my brain.
And his smile lights up his face, full-well knowing the dirty paths of my mind. “You’ve wondered when your superpowers will kick in.”
His words flush my thoughts, and I focus on his intense, passionate gaze. “Have they?” I ask softly.
“According to your timeline,” he says, “they’ve been present as far as your mind stretches back.” His lips rise. “Lily Calloway…all this time, your superpower has been loving me.” Tears cloud my eyes, and they don’t stop, especially as he adds, “And you’ll be happy to know that I’m not mortal.”
“You aren’t?” I choke.
“No.” He shakes his head, brushing away the wetness beneath my eyes. “Because my superpower is the love that I have for you. It’s out of this world, extraordinary, incomprehensible kind of love. And no one and nothing on this Earth comes close to it.”
2. Ignite Me (3rd book of Shatter Me)
This final book of the first part of the trilogy? WORTH IT. god, Juliette's development was amazing. Also, Warner. Aaron Warner could step me in the face and I shall say thank you. Lmao, but also - Juliette and Kenji's friendship? SOULMATES YALL! And that ending, just... God, I love it! I'm about to start book 5 of the series but, it's definitely worth the try!
fav quote (I was blushing okay sjsks):
“ignite my love, ignite”
3. The Invisible Life of Addie Larue
This book. THIS FREAKING BOOK AHHH. This is the first physical book I bought in sooo long, and one of my pathways to getting back into reading? And just, I adore everything about it. Some people say it could be a hit and miss, but it's definitely worth the try. The writing was exquisite - and Addie Larue; she lived through history and I bawled at the ending????? Yeah, I literally bawled at 2 am for this. There's a lot of good quotes in it but the ones that stuck with me the most is:
“There is defiance in being a dreamer.”
4. Felix Ever After
I love Felix Love. Felix was definitely a relatable character throughout the story - and seeing how Felix was trolled for being trans? God, my heart hurt for him. And learning about Felix's story itself, the story and everything. It can make you feel a lot, and just - learn about love y'know. Sometimes people like the idea of us, than who we are - and that's a huge takeaway in the book. Definitely the ones that I adore. The friendships and just, love in general. Amazing.
fav quote:
“Its easier, I think, to love someone you know won't love you — to chase them, knowing they won't feel the same way — than to love someone who might love you back. To risk loving each other and losing it all”
5. The Silent Waters
this is a book I buddy read with @kelseaaa but, god it hit both of us very very hard. The story itself was.. Unexpected and the love story Maggie and Brooks? God, it's such a beautiful one. Just everything about this book made me emotional and just, I adore everything about it. Vv underrated but god it was emotional.
Fav quote:
“the world keeps on spinning because your heartbeat exists.”
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artificialqueens · a year ago
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Heaven, There's Nothing Better (Branjie) - Holtzmanns
Maybe it’s the blonde locks. Maybe it’s the pencil skirts, or the red lips. Maybe it’s the way that she always tosses her Birkin on the counter without any qualms at all, because she can most certainly afford to replace it if she needs to. But there’s something about her, something about Brooke, that has Vanessa mesmerized every evening when she comes home after a long day at work.
AN: Haven’t written a smut oneshot in little while, but inspiration sometimes strikes in the strangest of places. That being said, enjoy this complete pwp! Let me know any thoughts you have after reading, because I’d love to hear em. Thank you writ for betaing and being the best <3
The fat paycheck isn’t the only reason that Vanessa has stayed at her nannying job for so long.
Sure, the money keeps her on time for rent payments every month, as well as giving her the chance to plan for grad school in the future. And it doesn’t hurt that Rosie is a sweet kid who keeps Vanessa’s job from feeling like actual work, the hours in the day passing by without any hitches most of the time. But truth be told?
What really keeps Vanessa at her nannying job is Rosie’s mom.
Maybe it’s the blonde locks. Maybe it’s the pencil skirts, or the red lips. Maybe it’s the way that she always tosses her Birkin on the counter without any qualms at all, because she can most certainly afford to replace it if she needs to. But there’s something about her, something about Brooke, that has Vanessa mesmerized every evening when she comes home after a long day at work.
Tonight, despite being Friday and the end of the work week, is no exception. It’s already nine by the time Brooke’s unlocking the door and kicking off her Louboutins in the entrance, and Vanessa’s heart flutters in her chest when Brooke shoots her a smile.
“Rosie already asleep?”
“Bedtime an hour ago,” Vanessa nods from her stool at the kitchen counter, and she can’t help the way her eyes trail over Brooke’s figure as she hangs up her coat.
“Wish I didn’t have to have so many of these late days. I feel like I’m missing out on her sometimes,” Brooke’s voice is tinged with a bit of regret as she walks further into the penthouse, towards Rosie’s room. “I’m going to go say goodnight.”
Brooke’s soft voice emanating from behind Rosie’s door makes Vanessa wonder what it must be like, for both of them. She’s not sure if she’d be able to pull long hours the way that Brooke does, having to miss out on so much of her future kid’s life, but hey, it’s made Brooke richer than rich, so maybe it’s not so bad after all.
When Brooke comes back into the kitchen, the softness in her face is replaced by a furrow of her brows as her eyes dart across her phone screen. Half of Vanessa wants to ask what’s wrong, but the other half of her is distracted by the way that Brooke tosses her hair over her shoulder as she walks over to one of the kitchen cabinets.
“I need some red,” Brooke mutters under her breath, pulling out a glass and a bottle of wine and setting them down on the counter.
The way that Brooke pours the wine is purposeful, determined, and makes Vanessa’s eyebrows raise higher and higher on her forehead when the glass has enough wine to get her slurring her words, at a bare minimum. But Brooke is unfazed, her grip on the stem of the glass delicate as she lifts it to her lips, draining it in one go without so much as a wince.
Well, damn. That shouldn’t be as attractive to Vanessa as it is, but she can already hear Silky’s voice in her head teasing her for the way her stomach is doing flips.
Brooke traces her finger along the rim of the wine glass, an expression of distaste flashing across her face when her phone lights up once more on the counter. “You want a word of advice, Vanessa? Never marry a man. Getting out of it is a miserable nightmare that drags on for years.”
Damn. Vanessa doesn’t even want to think about those settlements and divorce proceedings.
“That bad, huh?” Vanessa asks, her eyebrow raising when Brooke reaches for the wine again. “Though I wasn’t planning on it.”
Not that Brooke really needs to know. Vanessa shifts in her chair when Brooke looks up at her with a wry smile, because she’s definitely noticing the way Vanessa’s cheeks are heating up, but then Brooke taps her nails on the side of the bottle of wine. “You want some? You’re off the clock now.”
“I’m good,” Vanessa’s reply comes out in a bit of a squeak, but maybe Brooke hasn’t noticed, if she’s lucky.
Except that Brooke is full-on smirking at her now, her lips pressing together as her eyes flit across Vanessa’s face. It’s as if she knows exactly what she’s doing, and what sort of power she has over Vanessa.
It’s too much. It’s intoxicating. And honestly? Vanessa doesn’t really want to go home yet.
Brooke comes around to Vanessa’s side of the kitchen island, and even without the stilettos she manages to tower over her. “I always noticed that my divorced friends looked so much happier than those who were still married. No longer tied down to their shitty husbands, who were already cheating on them anyway. After divorcing they could put themselves first, y’know? They didn’t have to listen to their husbands and just went after whatever they wanted.”
Vanessa feels like she’s going to pass out, with Brooke close enough that she has to crane her neck to look up at her. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm,” Brooke’s laugh is light, airy, almost as if they’re having a conversation about the weather. “Do you find that, too? Is your man holding you back, or are you having a good time by yourself?”
“Oh, I’m not…dating anyone.” Vanessa has to keep her gaze from dropping down, because there is definitely a hint of cleavage peeking out from Brooke’s shirt, and nope, she’s not gonna look. She has self control.
Until her eyes flick down and there’s definitely lace behind Brooke’s shirt buttons.
So maybe Vanessa has the self control of a teenage boy. Not that Brooke seems to notice, from the way that she sidles up to her, a contemplative look in her eyes.
“A girl like you isn’t seeing anyone? Not going after what you want?” Brooke says it like it’s a challenge, and her perfume as she takes a step closer is making Vanessa feel a little heady.
“No, I…” Vanessa’s train of thought comes to a stop because Brooke is close to her, real close, her face a few inches away from hers as she leans down to be at Vanessa’s eye level, and god, she really is hot.
Fuck.
Brooke stays where she is, just a smidge far enough away to make Vanessa want to close the distance between them, except she feels frozen, rooted to the spot, her racing heart the only part of her with the capacity for motion.
Brooke doesn’t seem to share the same struggle because she’s smirking, mischief in her eyes as if Vanessa is a target that she’s been waiting for. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You think I haven’t noticed? You’re not exactly subtle about it, Vanessa.”
Oh, shit.
“I didn’t…it wasn’t…”
Vanessa trails off again, because it’s hard to think of an excuse when the smile on Brooke’s face looks almost satisfied. Brooke’s gaze drops down to her lips, then back up to her eyes, as if she knows Vanessa’s going to break first without her having to do anything,
Brooke’s going to kill her, she really is, because Vanessa feels like she’s about to combust, and then Brooke bites her own bottom lip and shit-
Vanessa surges forward to close the gap between them because she can’t hold back anymore, she can’t, and Brooke’s ready for it, her hands bracketing Vanessa’s waist and holding her steady. Brooke tugs her off the stool so that she’s standing and oh, she still has to tilt her head up because Brooke is so tall, invading all of her senses when she pulls her in closer by her belt loops. Brooke kisses like she knows what she wants, like she’s here to take it from the way she nips Vanessa’s bottom lip and smirks into the kiss when it makes Vanessa gasp.
There’s no way Vanessa’s not asleep, she’s decided as such. She wouldn’t put it past herself to have a spicy dream about Brooke, but this? The way Brooke’s pushing her back until she’s leaning against the counter, the way her hand is winding into her hair, it’s all more than her imagination would even be able to conjure on its own.
Brooke tugs on Vanessa’s hair lightly by her scalp to expose her neck and shit, she’s right on track to turn Vanessa’s legs into jelly, pressing kisses against her skin that make her shiver. “You’re cute when you’re all worked up.”
Brooke lifts her head up and she’s looking smug, too smug, for her own good and Vanessa wants to retort, but then Brooke’s kissing her neck right under her ear and she can’t help but moan, and how has Brooke found one of her weak spots already?
“I’m-”
Vanessa’s half-hearted attempt to reply cuts off when Brooke pushes a thigh in between her legs, and shit, she can’t stop herself from grinding against it because it feels so good , especially when Brooke lightly nips at her skin like that. It makes no sense that Vanessa’s senses are overloaded already from just some simple making out, for God’s sake, but somehow, Brooke elevates it to a level that makes her head spin.
Brooke pulls her thigh back, and Vanessa’s surprised by the whine that leaves her own mouth. She’s usually better than this. Hell, most of the time she’s the confident one. But there’s just something about Brooke that draws Vanessa to her like a magnet, that makes her want more and not be ashamed to have to beg for it.
Jesus, it’s been too long since Vanessa’s gotten any action.
Vanessa doesn’t have to wait for long, because Brooke’s replaced her thigh with her hands at the edge of her shirt, fiddling with the hem as if she has all the time in the world. Vanessa wants to go and take the shirt off her damn self, speed things up a bit because Brooke’s having too much fun, from the way her lips are curving up.
“Easy,” Brooke mutters into her ear, but then she’s tugging on Vanessa’s shirt, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction when Vanessa lifts her arms up for her.
Maybe it’s a good thing that Vanessa hasn’t done laundry in ages, and that the only bra option she’d had to wear this morning was her lacy one that frames the girls nicely, because the way that Brooke’s eyes widen is enough to make her want to squeeze her thighs together. Brooke wastes no time, her hands raking up her sides and leaving goosebumps along her ribs and cupping her tits as she presses kisses down Vanessa’s collarbone, along her cleavage. Vanessa sends a small thank you to the counter that she’s leaning against because there’s no way that she’d still be standing without it, not when Brooke is so determined to turn her into a puddle on the floor.
“Keep going,” Vanessa gasps out when Brooke pulls back, her eyes gleaming and her lips pursed as if she already knows how she has Vanessa wrapped around her finger.
There’s an excitement in Brooke’s eyes, as if pulling Vanessa apart is for her own pleasure as much as it is for Vanessa. Brooke’s the type to enjoy the process, the type who wants to play with her food before she eats it. It’s a far cry from what Vanessa likes, that’s for sure, not when patience is overrated and the fact that they could just be getting to it instead.
But Brooke doesn’t seem the type to give in to Vanessa’s pleas, not her hands go back to trailing along her sides and making her shiver.
“C’mon,” Vanessa mumbles, turning into a whine when Brooke lets out a little laugh.
“I never pegged you for the begging type. All it took was some kissing, huh? That’s all you needed to turn into a little mess? Cute.”
The worst part is that Brooke’s not wrong, not when she’s somehow figuring out Vanessa’s buttons before she even realizes. Brooke’s words shouldn’t be making her even more wet, but Vanessa takes pride in being a sucker for punishment.
“I…”
Vanessa wants to defend herself, she really does, but then Brooke is undoing the button on her jeans and tugging on her zipper, and the slow smile on her face when her fingers trail along the outside of her panties makes Vanessa’s cheeks heat up.
“Someone’s worked up already,” Brooke murmurs into Vanessa’s ear, and Vanessa has to grip the counter behind her when Brooke starts to kiss her neck again while stroking her through the fabric of her underwear.
A part of Vanessa, the one that surfaces occasionally in the shower or when she’s under her covers late at night, has always wondered what it would be like to hook up with Brooke. Of course, that part of her had assumed that it would forever remain a fantasy, that there would be no way for her to know what it would feel like to have Brooke’s lips on hers, Brooke’s hands teasing her and working her up. That same part of her now feels like it’s short circuiting inside of her brain, with sparks that light up and travel along her skin and set her on fire.
Brooke finally, finally tugs Vanessa’s panties down, and the touch with which she traces along her folds is quite confident - she’s definitely not inexperienced, not when she’s already playing Vanessa like a finely tuned instrument, keeping her strings taut and under her control. It makes Vanessa wonder, through the haze of her brain and Brooke’s movements, just how Brooke had ended up settling for someone like her ex husband.
Not that it’s Vanessa’s place to ask - she has more important things to worry about, anyway, like Brooke’s teasing as she circles around her clit without giving her the relief that she needs. Vanessa can feel her hips lifting off the counter to get closer to Brooke’s touch, and the way that Brooke holds her down with her other hand makes her need it even more.
She’s gonna have to beg some more because she’s not going to be able to take it for much longer, not when she’s this wound up. The world feels fuzzy around her, save for snapshots that cut through the clouds in her brain - Brooke capturing her lips with her own, Brooke’s thumb finally brushing against her clit, Brooke’s fingers teasing at her entrance.
“Please,” Vanessa’s voice is breathless when Brooke pulls back from the kiss, when the corners of her lips turn upwards in a satisfied smile.
“I do love it when you’re polite.”
Maybe that’s all it would have taken in the first place, because Brooke’s finally pushing a finger into her and the heel of her palm is on her clit and it makes Vanessa gasp, because finally. It’s a good thing that Brooke has her up against the counter, because she’s not sure if her legs would be able to hold her up on their own anymore.
Brooke licks into her mouth as she gets into a rhythm, pushing another finger in and scissoring them apart inside of her. The noises coming from in between the two of them are enough to make Vanessa want to blush, hide on a normal day, but right now? Vanessa needs it to continue, because the more that Brooke continues the closer and closer she’s getting, and the familiar tightening in her abdomen makes her whine against Brooke’s lips.
There’s no respite as Brooke keeps a steady pace with the pumping of her fingers, and Vanessa’s squeezing around them when she comes, her grip on the counter slipping a little when her legs shake.  Brooke keeps her pace up until Vanessa’s gasping and she can’t stay quiet anymore, unsteady on her feet when Brooke pulls her fingers back.
Despite the breathlessness in Vanessa’s lungs and the beads of sweat along the back of her neck, she takes Brooke’s two fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as she licks them clean. Brooke’s eyes twinkle almost with pride.
“Well, aren’t you something?”
The words are confident when they leave Brooke’s lips, but Vanessa can also see how her pupils are blown, the way her chest is rising and falling as rapidly as Vanessa’s. Behind her facade she’s as worked up as Vanessa is, just as affected and maybe, just maybe, Vanessa can pull her apart even further.
If Brooke’s this worked up already, Vanessa’s going to take the chance she’s been given and make the evening just as memorable for her, too.
The buttons on Brooke’s shirt are hard to undo when Vanessa’s still shaking, but she works her way down until she’s pushing the fabric off of Brooke’s shoulders. Brooke lets her do it, her breath hitching in her chest as if she wants to find out exactly what Vanessa has in store.
“Let me return the favour.”
Brooke’s pliant, letting Vanessa maneuver her towards one of the stools at the counter. “Yeah? You wanna do that, angel?”
“Please.”
Vanessa lets Brooke pull her onto her lap, grinding her hips down a little and maybe there’s going to be a wet patch on Brooke’s skirt underneath her but hey, Brooke’s the type who can afford the dry cleaning. Brooke doesn’t make it easy for her to focus though, not when her hands are raking up Vanessa’s back in a way that makes her shiver. She slides back off of Brooke’s lap so that she’s on her own two feet, and Brooke’s groan of frustration is short-lived because Vanessa wastes no time in tugging on the zipper of her skirt. Brooke takes the hint quickly enough, lifting up her hips so that Vanessa can slide off her skirt and her panties. Pushing Brooke’s thighs apart and stepping between them is worth it to Vanessa despite the cold tile against her knees when she crouches down, especially when Brooke looks at her with hooded eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth.
Vanessa keeps her hands on either of Brooke’s thighs, pushing them apart when they squeeze together as she licks up her slit. Brooke’s breathing comes out in pants, with a moan that she tries to hide behind the back of her hand when Vanessa looks up. Vanessa decides to skip the teasing, the working up, because seeing Brooke fall apart has suddenly rocketed to number one on her bucket list.
She circles her tongue around Brooke’s clit until she’s mumbling under her breath, and Vanessa can pick out just like that and you’re so good before her murmurs turn into a blend of whines when Vanessa trades the circles for sucking on her clit instead. It’s not hard to tell that Brooke’s close, from the heavy breaths and the squeeze of her thighs and steam that has to be emanating from between them, because Vanessa can feel herself already burning up into a pile of ashes.
Her jaw is sore and her knees are aching from being down against the floor, but Vanessa doesn’t waver with her pace, her fingers marking half moon indents against Brooke’s thighs while keeping them apart. It’s worth it, after all, when Brooke’s legs are trembling and she’s inching forward on the stool to get impossibly closer to Vanessa.
“Baby,” Brooke gasps out, and maybe it’s the breathlessness, maybe it’s the pet name, but it’s enough for Vanessa to double down on her efforts, until Brooke is letting out a fractured moan and pushing her away from between her legs.
It’s hard for Vanessa not to feel smug when she stands up, nearly at eye level with Brooke as she catches her breath. She tucks a lock of Brooke’s hair behind her ear, and the sudden intimacy of it makes her pause for just a moment.
She has a second to wipe her mouth on the back of her hand before Brooke’s tugging on her waist and pulling her closer and kissing her. When they pull back, Brooke looks as spent and sated as Vanessa feels, her shoulders relaxed and her posture less tense as compared to when she first came home.
“Feel like I may have you give you a raise for that performance.”
Vanessa makes a face, flicking Brooke’s shoulder when she grins. “You wish. I ain’t a hooker.”
“Sleep over, then? It’s getting pretty late. I’ll even make you a nice breakfast with Rosie in the morning.” Brooke intertwines their fingers, and it’s enough to pull Vanessa in, trap her in place.
“How are you gonna explain that to her?”
It’s a valid question, because the implications of sleeping with her boss are starting to sink in, now that her brain isn’t clouded by lust.
Whoops.
Except Brooke looks unfazed, her smile light and easy. “Rosie’s always asking for you as soon as you leave. I’m sure she’ll be delighted that Miss Vanessa has decided to visit on a Saturday morning.”
“You make a compelling argument,” Vanessa concedes, and maybe just this once will be fine, especially when Brooke is looking at her like that and Vanessa has always wondered what it would be like to sleep in a king sized bed.
“Mm, I’ve been told. Now I have a question for you,” Brooke starts, and the sudden seriousness in her face makes Vanessa stand up a little straighter.
But it’s all for show, really, when Brooke suddenly smiles.
“Pancakes or waffles for breakfast?”
Tell me what you think! And find me as usual at @plastiquetiaras on tumblr.
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those70ssims · a year ago
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Update: It’s become clear little chance exists I’ll be continuing this blog. So here’s what I remember of my plans for the T7S!sims.
Jackie and Hyde would’ve become vampires -- temporarily -- just out of curiosity. One of them would have turned the other, having been the curious one.
Hyde’s band would’ve tried to have become as famous as possible.
Eric and Donna would’ve gotten married and moved out to make room for ...
Brooke to move in because ...
Kelso would’ve become pregnant with an alien baby. He, Brooke, Jackie, Hyde, and Fez all would’ve helped raising his kid.
Fez and Rhonda, I hope, would’ve ended up together. But their relationship was a rocky one, especially since she was engaged to someone else.
I have no idea where Leo would’ve ended up. That he’d become Rhonda’s roommate in the game (IIRC) by happenstance was a cool coincidence. If I remember incorrectly, then it would’ve been cool, lol.
I might have switched back and forth between households: the main household, described above, and Eric/Donna’s household with the addition of two kids and Red and Kitty (of course, I likely would’ve had to use cheats to make sure Kitty and Red were recognized as Eric’s parents, but no prob there).
I had plans to install the Futures expansion back and have Kelso explore different versions of the future and maybe try to make changes in the present to prevent a dystopia.
Yeah, it’s a lot. It would’ve been fun to do (and if I could pause time except for myself -- and my aging would stop, too, ‘cause I’d be a few years older by the end of this), I would absolutely do it). I hope you’ve enjoyed the T7S!sims story that I was able to chronicle. Thank you for following it! <3
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xolarajean · 2 years ago
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Greenhouse Academy S1-4
Preface: So, I finally have gotten around to writing a review about S1-4 of Greenhouse Academy. I finished over a week ago and watched all 4 seasons in about 4 days haha. Honestly, I’ve been procrastinating this review because I have A LOT to write about. So here we go!
Plot: Eight months after losing their astronaut mother in a rocket explosion, brother and sister Alex and Hayley Woods enroll at a private boarding school, the Greenhouse, for gifted future leaders. Separately, they join two competing houses, Ravens and Eagles, within the school and tension builds up between the two siblings as they adjust. Soon, mysterious events catch the attention of the students from both houses and forces them to work together in order to find out what is happening at the draw the Greenhouse.
Review: 3.5/5
I found the plot really intriguing at first. In addition, I liked the actual events that happened and where the story could head in the future. Though, the execution was not as great. The acting I felt was good for the most part, but the writing seemed a little awkward and cringey at some points. But bear in mind that it is targeted at kids/teens (even though at some points in season 3 and 4 there were some curses thrown around) so it is kind of expected to have those moments. Either way, those moments are bearable to watch through. I personally liked season 1+2 more than season 3+4 for the most part. There is one main issue I have with this show, but I can’t describe it without spoiling it. So, continue reading if you’ve watched the show/don’t care about being spoiled (It’s mostly about season 3+4).
But the main issue I have were the character changes. The obvious ones are the actual cast changes for Emma and Brooke. And the fact that Jackie left... that broke my heart. I still have this naive hope that she will come back though. It sucks that the original actresses could not continue with season 3 and 4, but you can’t really blame anyone since those decisions are based on personal reasons. It’s hard not to prefer the original actresses because well they are what we are used to. Though, I can’t understand why everyone is hating on them sooooo much. I personally think they were fine at acting. The REAL problem was the writing. In season 3 and 4, the personalities of so many characters were switched and the plots were messier. 
To start off, the whole love triangle between Daniel-Hayley-Leo was annoying. I DID ENJOY Daniel and Hayley, but Leo was just being a dick for the entirety of season 3. Obviously Leo was already a bit of an ass with the whole Aspen and LDR drama, but in season 3 the writers just made him 10x that (especially with the whole leading Beca on and straight up insulting Hayley at every chance he got). As you can tell I’m not a big fan of Leo, but the thing that got me is that the writers made Daniel such a jealous boyfriend? It seemed really out of character to me for Daniel to go through Hayley’s text like that and be paranoid of Leo (I mean hello this is the guy that is just straight up insulting your girlfriend and cheated on her. I don’t think you have that much competition or so I thought -- ending of season 4 was annoying). Like I know he was probably scared of Hayley getting back with Leo because of the Brooke and Alex thing, but honestly he knew that his relationship with Brooke was already sinking before Alex came into the picture. Plus, Hayley wasn’t flirting with Leo like Brooke was with Alex in Season1+2. The only good part about this love triangle was how supportive and understanding Daniel was with Hayley at the end. I mean done get me wrong I was thrown off by the huge 180 his personality took, but I’m just gonna believe that Daniel is just that good of a guy to be that mature. Anyway I’m just gonna end it with I prefer Dayley because their relationship felt more real (also I’m so glad that she told Daniel about the button and secret room right away and the writers avoided the keeping secrets to protect you which leads to tension trope because I would have imploded if they did that) and I want to erase the ending of season 4 from my head. 
Next up: Emma and Max. Honestly in the first episode when I learned that Jackie was gone and both Emma and Max started lying about being in LDRs, I knew the writers were gonna try and pair them up. I had hope that they would pull a twist and have Jackie show up in the middle, but NOPE. Like this pairing is just super... boring? Like they are both sweet characters, but they really don’t bring that much to the table in terms of romantic chemistry. I liked them better as best friends who geek out together. And because the writers focused so much about their relationship it left almost no room for actual individual screen time or character development for either of them. Like all they did was use some algorithms and their intelligence to solve some seriously hard problems, but it made them seem more like robots and tools to solve the conflicts in the plot. All I have left to say is that I still ship Jackie+Max.
Now I wanna talk about Alex and Brooke. Tbh I never saw much chemistry between the two characters in any season. Like yeah Alex was a good guy that was with her at the right time when she went to the cave at night in like season 1 where he fought off the park ranger, but still it didn’t feel like a real relationship. This continues into season 3+4 and I was sooo happy when they broke up (but why did she have to do it during a basketball game? Heat of the moment I guess) Also, even when Alex was “trying to be a good friend” to Brooke, it came off that he was still trying to get back together with her even though it is obvious that she is just not ready? And near the end of season 4 after she talks to Jason in the hospital when she and Alex were talking, I cringed so hard when he admitted that he was having trouble being just friends because it felt to me that he was trying to guilt trip her into getting back together with him which is just so wrong?!?! Again, I wish to delete this scene from my brain.
Lastly I wanna share my opinions about Sophie, Parker, and Enzo. Let me start out by saying I think in season3+4, Sophie was my favorite character. I mean come on how could I not love her? She is determined to chase her ambitions like the bad ass she is even with her past (which I’m super mad that they didn’t really delve into her past because that could have made the show a lot more interesting). I also liked the introduction of a character like Enzo since it brings a new kind of person into the show and makes it more realistic because for the most part these kids seemed a little “too perfect.” Though, the writers didn’t use him to the full potential that he has which sucks for the viewers and the actor too and based on what we saw he is pretty good. Anyway I liked how he is actually a softie at heart and does the right thing for Soph. Now I wanna talk about the Sophie+Parker ship. Honestly, are the writers trying to pair up literally all the students together?!?! Again like Emma and Max, I felt that this wasn’t a real relationship; we’ve barely seen these two have any romantic chemistry and I view them more like a good pair of friend (class clown/funny + class president/serious dynamic is something I love). That’s all.
Quick opinion: Louis just felt off since the S3. I mean I get that he wants to better the students, but causing fights seemed wayyyy out of line for his character. So that was weird. 
Anyway that was all of my thoughts (at least for now) about Greenhouse Academy! Even though it seems like I hate the series based on my complaints above lol I actually really liked it and hope for a season 5 (crossing my fingers) where the writers and other staff can hopefully redeem themselves by fixing the problems above. If you have any thoughts about the show, please do talk to me about it because I LOVE chatting about the shows I’ve watched. 
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An Explanation of Why Louis and Violet are Both Terrific Love Interests [4/5]
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+Why both romantic routes are not only amazing but better than other games I’ve personally played in the past.
+Why some people are idiots and get off on picking stupid fights.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
[catherine and unlikable love interests/love triangles]
I would rather hop onto a rocket and travel through outer space alone than date either of you- full offense.
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Catherine is a game that... exists. 
Catherine came out in 2011 and follows Vincent Brooks, a man who is tormented by supernatural nightmares while torn between his longtime girlfriend Katherine and a girl who is the embodiment of his dream girl, Catherine.
That’s not confusing, right?
Basically, it’s a romantic-horror-puzzle game where you gotta beat sheep at puzzles in your dreams because if you die in the dream, you die in real life, and you also have to decide which K/Catherine you want while simultaneously cheating on both of them because you're actually dating them both in secret. 
Now, you might be wondering why I would add a game like this and how I could possibly compare it to TWDG. 
Well, there’s a simple answer to that, but first, let me introduce you to Vincent and both the K/Catherines.
Vincent is an idiot and not very likable. He makes dumb choices and does dumb things, and a lot of times, it’s hard to feel sorry for him. Of course, him being the playable character, you can make him better or worse than this, to which he does get a lot better [and yet somehow more infuriating] as the game goes on. 
Love Interest #1: Katherine
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Katherine went to high school with Vincent and they eventually started dating later in life. She’s pretty much the polar opposite of Vincent, and she really, really wants to get married. Like... that’s the whole thing with Katherine: She wants to marry Vincent. 
But, oh no, Vincent doesn’t want to marry her because he’s afraid of commitment and anything adult-related and this irritates her, and that’s fair. 
But then suddenly she’s pregnant and that does nothing but make Vincent freak the fuck out. But then suddenly she’s not pregnant...? I dunno, that part always confused me. 
Overall, Katherine’s alright, but honestly, she’s not my cup of tea. I don’t really remember much about her from when I played the game except that she’s really persistent about marriage even though Vincent obviously isn’t mature enough or committed to her. 
Then we’ve got Catherine who is.... oooof. 
Love Interest #2: Catherine
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Catherine’s some girl that Vincent meets when he gets drunk at a bar and ends up having a longtime affair with her over the course of the game. This Catherine is everything that Vincent wants in a girl, and he even says so himself, however, he can’t remember the time that he spends with her because, spoiler alert, she’s actually a succubus sent to seduce him. 
She’s immature, giggly, seductive, and kind of annoying and a little crazy, not gonna lie. She’s also my least favorite of the two. 
Those are your choices.
Now, your endings based on who you go with...
If Vincent goes with Catherine’s route and ditches Katherine, he literally becomes the King of Hell. 
I’m not even kidding. 
If you get the good Katherine ending, Vincent and Katherine get married and everything’s sunshine and rainbows, but in the good Catherine ending, he overthrows the current King of Hell and takes the throne with Catherine as his queen. 
Those are your endings. 
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Sure, why not?
Now that I’ve told you a little bit about each of the girls and the outcomes of dating them, let me give you my simple answer to the question you may or may not have asked: 
Both of them are unlikeable and I didn’t want to romance either of them. 
That is a big problem in a game that is centered around Vincent growing up and deciding which girl he wants to be with and how that’ll affect the rest of his life!
Another big problem with these two girls and the story is the trope that makes all our eyes roll: Love Triangle.
Now, you might be wondering, “Well... CJ, aren’t all games that present two potential romances considered a love triangle?”
Great question. I believe that there are two types of love triangles: Tolerable and Insufferable. 
When I think of an insufferable love triangle, I think of Character A falling in love with both Character’s B and C, then proceeding to selfishly drag both along because they can’t decide which one they like better for the sake of adding conflict and drama to the plot. 
In Life is Strange, you can totally smooch both Chloe and Warren, but Warren is so forgettable that it feels like Max is just trying to see if she does actually like boys rather than “Oh man, do I like Chloe or Warren more? I can’t decide!” when she 100% decides on Chloe. This is tolerable because it doesn’t matter. 
In Persona 4, you can be a dingdong and date all of the girls [but not Yosuke because Atlus gets off on making me cry] in secret but then you get fucked over on Valentine’s day when you have to break each of the girls’ hearts because you can’t spend time with all of them without being found out as the world’s biggest cheater. That’s not a love triangle, that’s just the protagonist being a huge, cheating ho. 
In ANF, the love triangle is insufferable with David and Javi “fighting” for Kate’s affection and it sucks, as I’ve stated previously
In King’s Quest, they actually gave us a breath of fresh air: Regardless of who you choose, the other will be 100% supportive. If you romance Vee, Neese goes on to say how cute Vee and Graham are. There is no jealousy, there is no Graham being an idiot because he can’t decide which girl he likes better so he tries to romance them both. It’s more like he’s trying to get to know both of them and see which girl he connects with more. Tolerable love triangle. 
But in Catherine, that’s the story: Vincent can’t decide if he should stay with Katherine or pursue a new relationship with Catherine, so he continues to date both of them and be a big cheater. He eventually figures his shit out towards the end of the game based on your choices, but it’s still infuriating to watch him fuck things up more rather than coming clean to one of them and ending it. INSUFFERABLE. LOVE. TRIANGLE.
In TFS, this isn’t an issue because it’s tolerable. You can consider everything with Louis and Violet a love triangle because they both hold feelings for Clementine, but the difference is that Clementine can’t date both of them and then drag them through the mud with her stupid indecisiveness, which results in unnecessary drama and both of them being heartbroken. Alongside that, Louis and Violet won’t hate Clem or each other for her decision.
It’s similar to King’s Quest where Clementine takes the opportunities presented to her to get to know them both before pursuing the one she feels more fond of and wants to romance. 
Louis and Violet don’t get jealous, bitter, pouty, traitorous, or mean if you don’t pick them. I imagine they’re a little bummed because they really did like Clem, but it says a lot about their characters that they don’t lash out at Clementine and/or the one she’s dating. 
I mean, can you imagine?
When you break things off with Catherine, everything seems to go smooth until she runs to the bathrooms and then proceeds to beat the shit out of Vincent. 
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Which yeah, he’s an idiot and you’re actually a succubus from Hell but damn! 
As for the other Katherine, she shows up and breaks up with Vincent like “Oh yeah btw I’m not actually pregnant so.... goodbye, have a nice life.”
So, at least she has a little more chill.
But I still don’t like her and that’s an issue! 
Do you want to know what my canon ending is for this game? The one where Vincent says fuck it and goes to outer space. He defeats the sheep dream demons, decides marriage isn’t for him, bets on a wrestling match, wins, and goes to fucking outer space. 
I decided that being alone in outer space was a better ending than being happily married to Katherine or becoming the King of Hell with Catherine. 
Because when it finally came for the game to end and I got one of the okay Katherine endings, I was so sick of both of them. I didn’t want to be with either of them, I wanted Vincent to be single. 
Can you IMAGINE feeling that way while playing TFS?
That was never an issue with Louis and Violet. 
I love them both, and I had no qualms with choosing an ending with Louis. 
Another thing that I do want to point out is, yes, I understand that the space ending is Vincent freeing himself and doing something he wants for once and that’s apart of his growth as a character. 
I also think that TFS did the whole “Main Protagonist doesn’t want romance so they don’t pursue it” perfectly and Louis and Violet are still amazing in that route, which I can’t really say the same for either of the K/Catherine’s. 
In conclusion: Louis and Violet are some of the most lovable love interests I’ve ever encountered in a game and while their respective endings weren’t perfect, they could’ve been a lot worse. 
Continued in Part 5
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ocherrywine · 2 years ago
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From Eden
Fandom: Good Omens , Ineffable Husbands
Words: 1058 Language: English Ch: 1/?? Rated: T Current Chapter Warnings: Conspiring to Cheat , Some Potentially Homophobic or other Strong Language Future Chapter Warnings: Domestic Emotional Abuse , Talk of Cheating  Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Agnes Nutter, Gabriel Other Tags: AU, Modern AU, TV!GoodOmens, Human!Crowley, Human!Aziraphale, Human!AU, Friends to Lovers, Asexual!Aziraphale In Beta
Based on a request I’ve seen floating around for Gabriel featured as Aziraphale’s not-so-lovely boyfriend-- and Crowley, as a best friend pining there after him.
“That man is going to be my future husband,” he said, matter of factly, despite himself. 
“You may find some trouble, that,” the response, “as you’ll find that the gentleman is already...affianced.” 
“That man is going to be my future husband,” he said, matter of factly, despite himself.
“You may find some trouble, that,” the response, “as you’ll find that the gentleman is already...affianced.”
The word tasted bitter on his tongue and rolled out and across like a bad taste dropping into a napkin at the dinner table, “Affianced, pfft, come off it. How pretentious.” He was still staring at the subject, a crown of rolling cloud atop a head and a jacket flutter in the breeze that was making its way middle distance and sinking further still into somewhere else- but still searing in his memory. ‘Not if I can help it’, he thought.
“You come off it. He’s engaged, and last I checked not to the likes of you.”
He ran a hand through his hair, so carefully mussed. He was searching for his thoughts somewhere in its tangles, “You know ‘im? What’s his name?”
“Aziraphale,” Agnes answered. She rolled his name with purpose, and to Crowley it sounded like music. Aziraphale. It was a hum in his throat, and then flowed from his lips as a babbling brook. Like a spring breeze in the trees. It was a name that floated, just like the wisps of his curls. Like angel wings. “He’s the bloke that owns the bookshop just down the way. Comes in here all the time, picks up little pastries and the like. Sweet fellow. Too good for you.”
Crowley shot her a look, let the bitter wash of his iced coffee clear spiteful words from his tongue. “You’re entitled to your very wrong opinion, this time. Only because I don’t want to have to find a new place, ya old croan,” though tempered there had been some spite left, “Never seen ‘im here before. And I don’t see the boytoy. What’s the story?”
“Only seen the boyfriend come along a couple times, but they’ve been together awhile as far as I can tell. Kind of a jet-setter corporate type, can’t imagine what it is he actually does though. Travels a lot? American business type things?” Absentmindedly, Agnes cleaned the counter with a rag, the cafe a-chatter lightly. Soho, London- Agnes Nutters Patisserie, and (unsolicited) Nice and Accurate Advice (1). Agnes was a woman who knew too much. “Don’t you go ruining it for that nice boy. I mean it. He’s one of my favorite customers and I would like for him to continue to come back. You, Anthony J. Crowley, have a reputation for what you do to men. And I won’t have it.”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” he bit back, impatient, “which shop is it then?”
“A.Z. Fell & Co., has the nice red doors. Vintage, eclectic, smells like mildew. Very bookish. Sits reading more than he does any actual selling. Not your type.”
“I’ll decide if he is or isn’t my type after I stop in and have a chat. I’ve been meaning to dust the shelves off and actually put up a book or two.” Crowley knew this was strange behavior for him, admittedly. Agnes, as she usually was, had been Nice and Accurate in her assessment (2). His usual type was some twink or twunk, back alley and wrapped in mesh or leather who he would never have to see again if he didn’t want to. He never quite cared for them- it more so just...filled the hole, passed the time. A dalliance here or there. But there was something...different about the man Aziraphale. Somewhere between his bright and genuine smile and little upturned nose, between the stupid Tartan tie and the way he nervously waved and muttered ‘pardon me my dear boy, may I perhaps grab the sugar behind you?’-- Crowley felt like he had known him all his life. 
“You’re a devil, and if you’re going to give the poor lad the trouble of you,” Crowley was unsure if Agnes was affectionately teasing or serious- likely both? “- bring him this, from me. It’s his favorite.” Primly, Agnes set down a little cup on the counter beside Crowley.
“What do I owe you for it?”
“If it were for you, double the normal cost for wasting my time. But for him? No charge. Off with you, now, before you hold up a line.”
“Why are you helping me?” he narrowed his eyes and sniffed the cup she had set down- it was cocoa. It was sweet, almost cloyingly so. He wondered if she had done anything to it. He wondered what grown man drank cocoa in a mildewy bookshop. He took a slow dragging sip of his coffee, wondering if he should venture a taste (3)… 
“I’m not, I’m just trying to get you out of my shop,” she tutted at him, shaking the cleaning rag at him, “Truthfully, though… I don’t quite trust the boyfriend. More than I don’t trust you. And the boy seems...lonesome much of the time. Something tells me you’d make right chummy, in odd sorts.”
He turned the cocoa over in his hand, “I’m not going to thank you, hag (4).” 
“You aren’t welcome. I don’t trust you even quite as far as I could throw you- and if I hear a word of you hurting that angel of man in any sense trust that I will make good on that. I will throw you.”
“Right-o,” he made a show of straightening his scarf like a tie, “Until next, hopefully your funeral.” As Crowley set himself in motion out into the throng of Greek Street, the shop bell tinkled a contented sigh. Agnes recalled it said every time a bell rang, an angel gained its wings or some hocum like that. She had to wonder, though, what she had just set into motion- trouble, she suspected, more than likely. 
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The Patisserie part was advertised in gold on the window, where as Agnes’s advice was not so much advertised, but one would soon get a taste of it after frequenting the shop often enough.
2. Nice here was relative, but she was in fact painfully accurate.
3. Whether he meant of the cocoa or Aziraphale, or both, he was not quite sure.
4. Translated: “Thank you, hag.” This was more or less the way in which Crowley’s tentative friendship with Agnes Nutter worked. He would leave her a generous tip, and she would know but say nothing of it.
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hockeyandstuff91 · 3 years ago
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Fate And The Saint - Part 1
Word count: 2,735
Players: Brock Boeser, Bo Horvat, (mentioned canucks teammates)
Other people: Holly
Warnings: Cussing, mentions of cheating, I think thats it lol
Authors Note: OHHHHHHHHH BOY! Look who is back! hahaha <3 Sorry for it being such a long time since I have posted a story or series guys, the last couple months.. have been a lot lol. I’ve been trying to find the motivation to write, and it comes in randomly so I try to take advantage when I can, which was tonight lol. This series (yes I’m doing another fucking series shocker right? But hey guess what! It’s with new players!!! So I’m super excited for this) actually was inspired by a dream I had a couple weeks ago. It didn’t exactly happen like this, it was a little more dark in the dream, but I came up with this idea, and I love Brock so much he seems like such a sweet guy, so I wanted to write something with him, soooo here we are! lol I hope you guys enjoy this! Please leave me some feedback, it honestly is one of the biggest things that keep me motivated to write more <3 Love you all!!!!
Part 2
(Brock's POV)
I relaxed back in my chair, soaking up the sun, the sound of the ocean was soothing. I was glad for bye week, we all really needed this break and time to rest. I sighed as I heard my phone ring, leaning over to pick it up off the towel that was laying on the sand next to me.
I read the name on the screen, seeing that Bo was calling. That was weird, he was suppose to be meeting me down here any minute. I hit the answer button and held it up to my ear. "Hello?"
"Dude you gotta come back."
"What? I thought you guys were going to meet me at the beach?" I asked. I could hear a noise in the background that almost sounded like crying, but I figured maybe the TV was on.
"Brooke needs you right now dude. seriously please, I don't know what to do. Holly is trying to calm her but she only wants you dude."
"Is she okay?"
"Physically yes, other than that no," Bo sighed.
"I'll be right up," I said quickly, hanging up my phone and quickly packing everything back up.
I almost ran the whole way back up the beach and towards the resort we were staying at. Brooke and I had picked this place out months ago, sending a group text to all the guys to see what their thoughts were since we were all going to be there together. Brooke was my best friend, and had been for a few years now, so of course I invited her to go on the trip with us. Unfortunately her boyfriend wasn't exactly excited about that idea and said the only way she was going was if he was here too. I reluctantly invited him, hoping he wouldn't be a dick on the trip like he usually was back at home.
I rushed into the elevator, pressing the 5th floor button repeatedly. I had no idea what was going on, but I needed to get up there as fast as I could. Thankfully Bo told me that she wasn't physically hurt so that was good, but I was scared that her boyfriend had done something and she just wouldn't tell the guys. He had hit her one time when he was really drunk, but apparently that was the only time, and he had felt really guilty about it. At least that's what she claimed.
Finally the elevator doors opened and I made my way down the hall, using my key card to get into my room. I tossed everything onto the bed and walked into the living room area that was in between my room and Bo's.
Brooke was sitting on a chair on the balcony, Holly was out there with her, rubbing her back and trying to get her to drink some water.
"What happened?"
"I have no idea dude," Bo answered. "She knocked on our door looking for you and then she just burst into tears and shes been out there ever since."
"Brooke," I called out, letting her know that I was here.
She turned her head and got up from her chair, walking back inside. "Brock," she forced out, her voice rough from crying.
"Come here," I said, sitting on the couch.
(Brooke's POV)
I sniffled as I made my way over to Brock, wiping my eyes. I crawled into Brock's lap, facing him, and hid my face against his shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around me and I finally took my first even breath all morning.
"What happened?" He asked softly, his hand rubbing up and down my back trying to sooth me.
I shook my head, not wanting to talk just yet or I was going to start crying all over again.
Brock nodded, understanding without me having to say anything. "You two go enjoy the beach, we might join you a little later," Brock said to Bo and Holly.
I just held onto Brock tightly, burying my head deeper between his shoulder and neck. There was the sound of things moving around the room for a few minutes before the hotel door opened and closed, signalling that Bo and Holly had left. I felt bad for ruining everyone's morning and not being able to handle this on my own.
Brock's hand came to rest on the back of my head as I felt him kiss the side of my head. "You want to talk yet? It's just me here," he said softly.
I sighed and pulled back, looking down at him. His face was full of worry, which was understandable since he had no idea what was going on.
"Brad.. uh I saw him.. he-" I took a shaky breath trying to get out what had happened. "At the club last night, when he left to get a drink and I went to go find him-"
"Yeah I remember that," Brock nodded, reaching up to wiped a stray tear off my cheek.
"I saw him.. um.." I sighed and closed my eyes. "He was cheating on me," I finally forced it out, trying really hard not to start crying again.
"He what?!" Brock almost growled. "I'm going to kill him."
"Brock no," I sighed, opening my eyes and looking at him. "Please just. I don't want to think about him today," I sniffled.
Brock relaxed back against the couch, his face softening. "Okay. Do you want to go down to the beach with Bo and Holly?"
I nodded "Yeah maybe being in the sun would be good," I answered as I got off his lap.
"Just let me know if you want to come back okay?"
"Thanks Brock," I smiled a little.
"Anything for my best friend," he smiled back, making his way back into his room to grab his things.
We walked down the hall to where my room was and I opened the door, hoping that Brad wasn't in here. The lights were off, meaning he had left after I stormed out this morning to find Brock.
"Why don't we move your stuff to my room?" Brock said as he followed me in.
I looked over my shoulder as I was unzipping my suit case to grab my bathing suit. "Brock no-"
"Brooke yes. I am not going to let you stay in this room with that ass hole," he said crossing his arms.
I sighed, knowing that he was right. I couldn't be in this room with Brad, I would be upset for the rest of the trip if I was. I felt bad though, I didn't want to crowd around Brock and make him feel like he couldn't enjoy his trip because he had to watch out for me.
"You'll have to deal with sharing a bed though," Brock chuckled, now standing right next to me as he reached down, zipping my suitcase back up and grabbing it by the handle, walking back towards the door.
I rolled my eyes as I stood back up. "Yeah because we haven't ever shared a bed before, or gone camping in that tiny ass tent of yours," I laughed as I checked around the room to make sure I had everything, and then grabbing my backpack and following him back out of the room, stopping to toss down my key card on the TV stand.
"That was one time, and I swear it was a mix up. My dad told me the tent could fit 5 people in it and I grabbed the wrong one by accident."
"Uh huh.. keep telling yourself that Brock," I smiled and followed him back down the hallway towards his room.
Brock just smiled, usually one to argue back with me because that was just what we did, it was always in a teasing way. I could tell however that he was just happy to see me smiling and not crying, so he would deal with losing this fight.
We dropped my stuff off at his room, I quickly changed in the bathroom before we then headed down to the lobby to make our way out to the beach. It was a beautiful day out at least, nothing like back home. It had to be in the 80s here while back home it was in the 30s.
"Wow this is what the sun feels like?" I laughed.
Brock laughed "Yeah this is what the sun feels like," he said wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walked down the path from the resort to the beach.
"I forgot, its so cold back home."
Brock nodded "I checked the weather back home and it said it was suppose to snow a bit."
"Ugh," I groaned. "Whatever I'm about to lay on the beach for the first time in like 6 months. I'm a happy girl at the moment," I smiled as I saw the ocean come into view.
"Good," Brock said, pulling me closer to him as we step onto the sand.
I kicked off my flip flops, picking them up, before hearing Bo and Holly call our names from down the beach a little ways.
"Even the sand is warm," I hummed softly as I wiggled my toes before we continued to make our way over to them.
"Hey," Holly smiled, grabbing the other end of my towel to set it on the sand. "Feel any better?" she asked softly.
I nodded "Yeah I just want to enjoy the sun today," I smiled, sitting down on my towel.
"Bo was just going to go get some drinks, you guys want any?"
"Its 10 in the morning!" Brock laughed.
"Yeah?" Bo asked, a serious look on his face.
I laughed and shook my head. "Just a water for me please?"
"Of course," Bo smiled.
"Same for me dude," Brock answered, setting his towel next to mine.
"Boring," Bo mumbled as he started to head up to the little hut on the edge of the beach.
Brock rolled his eyes and laid back, putting his arms behind his head. I leaned back on my elbows, talking to Holly who was to the right of me. An hour had gone by, and the guys had ended up going down to the ocean to jump in for a quick swim when I noticed something.
"Fuck," I groaned.
"Whats up?" Holly asked, sitting up and putting her sunglasses on the top of her head.
"He's here.. and with a fucking girl too," I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"Are you fucking serious? Jesus Christ what a-" Holly stopped herself and sighed.
I looked up as Brock and Bo made their way back to us, Brock shaking water out of his hair and onto me.
I normally would of laughed and probably whined at him for getting water on me, but my mood was completely ruined by Brad, yet again.
"Whats the matter?" Brock asked as he sat next to me.
"He's here with some bitch," Holly said before I could even answer.
Brock looked around and then saw him. I saw his hand clench into a fist but I grabbed his hand, turning his attention back to me as he relaxed again.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I just-"
"I know Brock. Can we.. can we just go back to the room? I don't want him to see me here."
"Sure," Brock said, squeezing my hand gently before getting up and gathering our stuff. "We'll see you later for dinner," he said to Bo and Holly who gave me a sympathetic smile as we left.
Neither Brock or I said anything as we made our way back to the hotel, walking into the lobby. I started walking over to the elevators when I noticed that Brock wasn't beside me anymore. I stopped and turned around, seeing that Brock had started to make his way over to the front desk. I walked quickly to catch up with him, grabbing his hand to stop him.
"What are you doing?" I asked softly.
"I'm canceling his room."
"Brock no, you can't do that."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because that's not nice."
"So what?!" Brock said a little louder than he meant to. "What he did to you was way worse than 'not nice.'"
"So what does that mean?"
"Me canceling his room?" Brock asked and I nodded in response. "It means his shit will be cleaned out and left behind the desk for him to pick up when he finds out his key card no longer works."
"So where is he going to stay then?"
"That's his problem not mine, and especially not yours. The only reason he is here is because that was the only way you were allowed to be here, Brooke. By me allowing him to keep his room I feel like I'm enabling his behavior. And when we get back to the room, his plane ticket will also be canceled. Good luck getting home Brad," Brock said as he turned and made his way to the desk this time.
I sighed, not wanting to cause any more drama then there already was, but Brock was right. He had agreed to let Brad come, only so that I was able to be here. He wanted me to finally be able to relax and have a fun vacation, and Brad had ruined that. I knew Brock long enough to know there was no stopping him from doing this, but honestly Brad deserved it. Not to mention Brock had every right to do this anyways, since it was his money that allowed Brad to come here in the first place, being that he had paid for everything.
"There," Brock smiled once he was done, walking with me back towards the elevators. "They are going to send someone to collect all of his things and hold them at the desk for him to pick up by tomorrow morning."
I nodded as I listened to him, but didn't say anything. We made our way to the room and I tossed my stuff onto the chair that was in the corner of the room. I sat on the edge of the bed and played with a stray string on the bottom of my bathing suit.
I heard Brock typing away on his phone for a moment before I heard him talking to what I imagined was someone with the airline we had our tickets through. He told them that he only wanted one of the tickets canceled and thanked them after a few minutes of waiting. Once he was done with that he jumped onto the bed behind me and poked my side.
"Hey," he said softly.
I didn't say anything I just continued to play with the string.
I heard him sigh as I felt the bed move, seeing him out of the corner of my eye as he made his way to sit on the edge of the bed next to me.
"Brookie I'm sorry. I know you don't want me to leave him stranded or anything but-"
"No Brock I understand. Honestly this is what he deserves. I just... I can imagine what kind of hell I'm going to be walking into when I get back home is all."
Brock shook his head, reaching out to grab my hand. "You won't have to deal with that I promise. You know that I have plenty of room at my place, we get home a couple days before the first game. I'll get Bo, and Jake, and Marky, and Troy, and Ben, and all the other guys to help you pack up your stuff and guard the house while you are there so we can move before he even gets back home. We wont let him anywhere near you okay? I promise I'm going to make everything okay again," Brock said as he pulled me into a hug.
I just nodded and clung onto him as I felt tears start to slide down my face again. They were a mixture of happy and sad tears. Sad because I had finally realized that everything with Brad had been wasted time and it was over, but happy because I knew that I had Brock, and a whole hockey team behind me in support for this. Everything would be okay, I just hoped that the rest of the trip we wouldn't have to deal with Brad again..
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unproduciblesmackdown · 3 years ago
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What’re your top 5 bmc songs
i’m answering this as a total mess b/c otherwise i know i’ll never answer it lol.....i never really have True top 10 or top 5 or top 3 or Favorite anythings and i like every bmc song and each one has stuff where i’ll go Oh Shit!!! and i’m sure if i were to say be like listening to the album on loop the top __ would shift around some.....
aka i have no definitive answer to this so i’m not really gonna try and i’m not Really gonna try to be fancy about my answer in terms of like, musically analyzing every song, or saying what i think is ~objectively~ the best or whatever, we’d be here all day and i wouldnt know half of what i was talking about anyways. i’m like, a chord?? what? anyways here’s my nondefinitive whims in no particular order
1) loser geek whatever
i aptly Lose it for this song, i mean, what can i say. a tour de force and will roland central and i’ve gone a bit ham singing along sometimes and that’s fun and the Emotion of it all........keeping it brief but i obviously love this song and it’s an essential number here
2) more than survive
i mean classic. it really goes off and i enjoy it....what can i say!!! well i can say better things but i’m trying to whip this out right here and now because otherwise i totally never will lol
3) a guy that i’d kinda be into / reprise
i’m cheating!!!! the reprise owns my soul!!!! it is SO pretty and sweet thanks you guys thanks i’m dead in miami. and the original number is a lot of fun, i love the orchestrations, all the harmony, hell yes. the energy. love it
4) the pants song...
underrated but i appreciate you pants song. i like what the number does and how it juxtaposes so strongly with the Intense Drama of the pitiful children and how these two opposing forces in jeremy’s world are bringing these entirely different energies.....wild that the order was once swapped. anyways. i love when the beat picks up and this is just a bop. i really like that jeremy’s dad doesn’t respond to the situation with any ego or anger or some nonsense about his role as a parent hinging on maintaining authority rather than just loving and supporting his kid.....and how yeah he might not be that close to jeremy atm but he knows enough important stuff to reach out to michael, who like, it feels fitting that he might need that guidance from someone with The Maturity to like, direct him to be like dude okay yeah but you gotta do this thing b/c we could just Stay Mad but we’d regret it......i really like the Content of this song and that it bops and that it’s this humble ordinary not very flashy version of a “let’s go save the day” psych ourselves up number......i like it a bunch
5) voices in my head
of course!!!! similar with more than survive.....it slaps and i love it. love that for jeremy and for all of them......the Frenetic Energy at the end is beautiful ugh. and the little intro there is so good i’m like oh hell yes i am bopping the fuck along....and again, what a Message. hashtag so true. it really is tho and that’s just great and idk it’s just totally making the list!!!
And Then You Know
i like all the songs and could say great things abt them and have no true Definitive Judgment passed down.......just went off about how good bmc pt 1 is the other day.......like honestly mitb is basically Its Own Thing like, what is there to say....there’s that Musical Bit in it and i lose it. the song pumps me up a little bit lmao cuz it’s got all that energy we love that.........i love brooke’s bit in upgrade she’s so good the like nooooowwWWWWwwww now!! and when the squip kicks right into “your life was so PITiful before” i hurl myself down a staircase but like, as a way of dancing along. 
idk i have no really illuminating answers here cuz it’s mostly me going oh shit lol
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artificialqueens · a year ago
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The Parent Trap, Chapter 9 (Biadore) - Henny
A/N: Thank you for the comments, Hennies! Y’all are making me feel like Ariel in the beginning of Little Mermaid 2 :> I missed all of you too! Sorry if there was a problem with the formatting of the previous chapter; completely my fault!
OH, and if you’re confused with the timeline, I’ll simplify it for you:
RPDR Season 6 (filming) ended around Mid-July of 2013 (assuming it takes about a year or so before it is released). January 2014; Roy and Danny started dating. 6 months after that, June 2014, a month after Bianca wins, they get married. A year later, the couple gets baby fever, so they start looking for the perfect surrogate and egg donor. This is where I deflect a bit from the prologue, it takes them until May 2016 to conceive.
TLDR; the fic takes place July 2026, and RPDR is currently airing S19 with THE AS:BoTW filming the very same year . If I had said anything contrary to those stated above, disregard it. This is the new timeline I’m going to follow going forward.
All the love, Hennies!
XOXO, Henny
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“Well, would you be interested in joining the first All-Stars: Battle of the Winners in place of Bianca?”
The way Adore gaped at her phone was almost comedic, mouth opening and closing like a fish. In some way, she’s almost flattered at the fact that Ru called personally instead of a producer. It’s almost very considerate, since the man knew what had gone between Danny and Roy.
“Well, last time I checked, you didn’t crown me, Mama…” Adore adds a teasing tone to her voice, and tries to ignore the nerves that seemed to resurface at the idea of returning back to the competition. It’s been many years since Season 6, and Adore has genuinely forgotten how it feels to be on a platform like that again. Focusing on her music as both Adore and Danny has shifted the focus of her career as a drag queen and performer; and with many seasons passed, she knew her charm has run dry with Drag Race fans.
Ru laughs, the iconic shrill making Adore spiral back into the werkroom. “I didn’t, didn’t I?” He laughs again, and Adore can only imagine him wiping a fake tear. “But, I am planning to release the footage of you and Bianca winning to prove that my decision to invite you has some bearing, at the least.”
Adore inwardly groans again, remembering the night of the finale wherein they filmed the ending of her and Bianca winning together. She feels the ghost of Bianca’s hands squeezing her own as they waved and the sparkly confetti rains and glitters of lights from cameras blinded their eyes; applause and cheers roaring in their ears.
“What will the other queens say? The winners, I mean. It’s not like they’ll consider me a winner, especially the newer queens.” Ever the anxious person that she is, she finds a brush to fiddle with to lessen her anxiety.
“My competition, my rules. Whatever I say goes, Baby. They can say whatever they want, but if they’re smart enough, they’ll pipe up. And, besides…” Ru trails off excitedly, like they were sharing a secret. “Since this is only a Netflix special, I’m only doing the first decade season winners. I’m sure they’ll be nicer to you than recent ones.“
“All of them said yes?”
“All, but one, you already know…”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“So, what do you say?”
“I- I don’t know, Ru. I’ll think about it…”
“Of course, let the producers know soon, alright? Filming starts October! Toodles!”
The call ends, and it takes everything in Adore’s willpower not to throw it to the wall. She looks at her phone’s lock screen and sees the beaming face of Portia, and she manages to calm down. She stands up, grabs a pre-rolled joint in her makeup kit, and heads out of the building after shouting to the manager to inform him about her whereabouts. She normally didn’t do this anymore; smoking, hard liquor, and even hooking up with trades that come her way. Portia had completely turned her life around, and so did Roy and Nerissa. “Fuck,” Tears fill her eyes again at the thought of her daughter who she no longer knew, she sniffles as she takes a long drag of her joint and breathing out harshly.
A tall figure looms over her, and with a tap on her shoulder, she nearly doubled over in fear. “What the fuckkk…” She groans, clutching her heart.
“Oh, sorry… Didn’t mean to scare you.” Adore looks up to meet the steel eyes of a blonde stud with a smug smile on his face.
“Shit, I know you…” Adore murmurs in thought, before she remembers “You’re Brooke, right?”
“Brooke Lynn Hytes, yeah.” He flashes her a beautiful, gorgeous smile, pearly whites and all. “…But right now, uhh,” He looks down to his jeans and plain gray shirt, “You can call me, Brock.”
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“Okay, give me another one.” Portia looks at her cards, one five of hearts and the other six of spades. It was really late and they just finished washing the dishes of the entire camp after dinner. Not tired from their post-cry-emotional nap earlier, they had decided to play a game of Blackjack. Nerissa deals her another card, and picks one for herself. Portia peaks at the new card, and sees her nine of spades. She joins the cards together, and places them down in triumph.
“20, let’s see yours, Haylock.”
Nerissa drops her cards, a jack of diamonds, two of clubs, and nine of clubs. “Blackjack, bitchh…” She taunts, laughing at Portia’s dismayed face.
“That’s not fucking fair…” Portia drawls, “That’s your 9th time winning, I think you’re cheating…”
“Oh, please. You just play your cards wrong, and sometimes, I’m just really lucky…” Nerissa beams as she watches Portia fix the cards and put it back in their case, murmuring “I don’t want to play anymore.”
“It’s getting pretty late, too. I think we should go to bed.” Nerissa yawns as she grabs her blanket and tries to settle herself in. Portia agrees before standing up to lock their door; to make sure the windows are tightly shut; and to turn off the light. The moon shines at its brightest, a cool silver light shimmers through their window.
“I know it’s late, but I’m not even remotely sleepy.” Portia comments despite the yawn the escapes her.
“Same here,” Nerissa says with droopy eyes.
“Tell me, what’s Bianca like? No… noo…What’s dad like?” Portia asks, adjusting herself so she faces her sister. The mere idea of having a sister and having Roy Haylock AKA Bianca Del Rio, THE Bianca Del Rio is possibly 50% her dad makes her more giddy than anything in the world.
“Dad is probably the most workaholic person you’ll ever meet. He’ll make time for you, yes. But, you can tell that 75% of his mind is just…” Nerissa sighs, “exhausted, if not thinking about work… He really tries though, he hasn’t missed any of my ballet recitals yet nor any PTAs. He’s as active as a busy parent can be.”
“That’s good, I guess…” A hum of agreement, another yawn.
“And not to mention, the free dresses.” She giggles, “How ‘bout our other dad?” Nerissa turns to lie on her back, thinking about her dad who she hasn’t updated in awhile, even though she promised to do so everyday. A sudden urge to hug her dad courses through her body, and subtle pout forms at her lips at the thought of Roy. She missed her dad, she’s still upset about the whole not-telling-her-she-was-a-twin-thing, but she missed him nonetheless.
“He’s pretty chill. I can do anything I want,”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, my dad’s pretty cool. We have the kind of relationship where I can tell him things and… he can tell me things. He’s my best friend, so we just have fun most of the time.” Portia says with mere awe. “But, it wasn’t always like that. There was a time though where he was pretty down in the dumps; he didn’t really have the best mental health back then and his coping mechanism–”
“Hey, this seems kinda personal. You don’t have to tell me this, okay? Only if you’re comfortable doing so.” Nerissa says, her arm crossing its way to pat Portia’s tummy to stop her thought.
“No, no… You’re my sister, and I trust you enough.”
“Okay, if you’re sure… So you were saying?
“Yeah, so, he didn’t have the best coping mechanism. Alcohol is tricky when it gets out of hand. I didn’t mind at first, because I didn’t think it was that bad. I didn’t notice the signs because I was so young. It was only one incident, really, when I understood the gravity of it all. Around June, he nearly drank himself to death. I don’t know why he drank severely that night, but I just found him passed out on his own–” Portia chokes as tears start up with the memory of seeing her dad then. “I was only four then, Riz. I didn’t know what death was, but the minute I saw him– It just rationalized so quickly in my head. I called 911 as fast as I could. I didn’t know what I was saying half the time ‘cuz I was just crying.”
Nerissa places a comforting hand on Portia’s arm as the girl tries to fight the sniffles. When Portia manages to barely win against the tears, she continues, “When we were in the hospital, I was with my Grandma and there was another man, I– I don’t know who, from what I can remember– we didn’t know if my dad was gonna make it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Porsche.”
“No, no… It’s fine. Just sucks to remember it. But, he managed to pull through, obviously. He hasn’t drank alcohol in years. So, I’m really proud of him, especially in his line of work, it must be so hard.”
“Yeah, as his 50%-chance daughter and for what it’s worth, I’m proud of him, too. “
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When Courtney heard the rumors going around backstage that night, she had about ten shots of tequila before coming to the conclusion that she wouldn’t tell Roy. But, funny how alcohol works out.
“Yanxxxxx” Courtney drawls out on her phone that she’s struggling to hold up to her ear. But the effort was there. She has absolutely no idea where she is as she presses her warm cheek to the cold faux leather seat of a couch.
“Bitch, did you really just– What?” Roy rolls his eyes as he looks at his phone that hosts Courtney’s current call and the said-blonde on his couch, drooling and staring off into space.
“I gotta–” hiccup “tell you a ssssecret.” Courtney angles her phone to her mouth, so she’s directly speaking to the phone’s microphone. Roy walks over to the drunk girl, grabs her phone and throws it in her purse. He ends the call on his phone before slipping to the kitchen, grabbing a towel and soaking it with cold water. He gives it a good squeeze to remove the excess water before going back to Courtney and placing the towel on her forehead.
“You’re so lucky Riz isn’t here or I would’ve left your drunk ass in the club.” He mutters in annoyance, even though everyone knew he wouldn’t really do that. He could never let anything happen to any of his loved ones, and god knows Riz has seen Courtney or Shane pissed drunk since she was a toddler.
“No,” Courtney says abruptly, hand swatting away Roy’s hand. “Nooooo…” She continues to drawl. “The secret is Ado…” She leans in close, way too close. Roy gets a harsh flashback and hastily pushes Courtney away. With the push, Courtney plops on her back and passes out entirely. Roy sighs, both in frustration and exhaustion. He wouldn’t bother removing Courtney’s makeup, but he did give her the courtesy of removing her wig and cap, as well as unlacing her corset. It all feels familiar to him, taking care of someone and helping them de-drag, except of course, back then he had to strip Bianca off himself and help Danny remove his clothes which then would lead to…
Roy shakes his mind, trying to get rid of the idea before it escalated. He leaves the guest bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. He’s just going to pretend he doesn’t know that Courtney was about to say something about Adore as he starts up a design for Rupaul on the granite kitchen counter.
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“I can’t believe Biadore was ACTUALLY a thing.”
“How can you not? The tension was so obvious, especially during that one part where Adore said she didn’t want to work with Bianca? The sexual tension was just–” Nerissa fans herself before she receives a slight smack and push on her shoulder.
“Dude, you’re so fucking weird. I don’t wanna think about my dad’s sex life OR YOURS!!”
“I’m just telling the truth! The stare was intense.” Nerissa breaks into a fit of giggles at Portia’s face of slight disgust at the idea. “And speaking of, did your dad date anyone again?” Nerissa asks.
“Never anyone serious enough to introduce to me, no. He’d go on dates, sometimes Adore would go on dates. But, yeah. He never really seemed interested in dating anymore, so he put all his attention to me or his and Adore’s music.”
“Do you call Adore “mom”?”
“No, that’s weird!” Portia snorts, “My dad is, well, my dad. He has his own quirks and personality. And, Adore, to me, is just a whole different person. I can’t explain it. Like, I know he’s Adore Delano through and through. But, my mind just sees Adore like a whole different person.” Portia rolls again to her back, so she’s facing the ceiling like her sister. “How about your dad? Did he date anyone?”
“You know what’s weird? I don’t think he ever did, not even dating or flirting with anyone else. He’s always been so closed off to anyone who showed any particular interest.” Nerissa twiddles with her thumb, before scrunching her nose in distaste. “I mean, in some way, I get it. He’s scared to love again. Uncle Shane always said so. I wish I knew why though.”
Portia hums, thoughtfully. Another pregnant pause looms over their conversation. It has gone on for so long that for a moment Nerissa thought Portia was asleep, until…
“I AM SUCH A FUCKING GENIUS!”
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traincat · 3 years ago
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i just found out about the gwen and norman babies and i’m just wondering what the fuck
“What the fuck” is a pretty accurate summary, but okay, so. Story time, because while this ask refers to the developments of a story called Sins Past (Amazing Spider-Man #509-#514), in which it was revealed that Gwen Stacy had twins fathered by Norman Osborn, to grasp the full story here we’ve got to go back to a little bit to before the death of Gwen Stacy.
In Amazing Spider-Man #93, after George Stacy’s death, his brother Arthur invites Gwen to come stay with his family in England. (This is notably where The Amazing Spider-Man 2 gets its “Gwen moving to England” storyline.) Peter had been planning to propose to her, but freezes up under the knowledge that Gwen blames Spider-Man for her father’s death:
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Gwen takes it as a rejection, and leaves to go stay with her aunt and uncle in England. One thing I don’t think gets touched on enough with Gwen is that she’s very empathic, and good at picking up on all of Peter’s feelings and cues – it’s just that she doesn’t have the full context to interpret them. This also isn’t the first time Peter’s been in this situation; after he graduated high school, knowing that Ned Leeds had proposed to Betty Brant, Peter also had planned to propose to her, somewhat secure in the knowledge that Betty would’ve chosen him over Ned. (She would’ve, and in fact when Betty’s marriage to Ned began falling apart much later, she and Peter briefly engaged in an affair.) But when Betty says she could never love a man who was an adventurer, “a man who risks his life each day”, Peter realizes that as Spider-Man it wouldn’t be fair to propose to her and storms out.
(He notably did not take into consideration that he was a high school graduate with a freelance job who still lived with his aunt in the “to propose or not to propose” dilemma. Typical.)
Gwen would return to New York in Amazing Spider-Man #98 – a whole five issues later. Coincidentally, this also marked the return of the Green Goblin, Norman’s memories of Peter’s secret identity as Spider-Man having returned. The Green Goblin was briefly stopped when Peter used the sight of Harry – who was suffering from a drug overdose – to shock Norman out of the Green Goblin persona. With Norman once again unaware that his son’s best friend and roommate was Spider-Man, Harry on the mend, and Gwen back from England, everything was coming up Parker and, though no specific details had been ironed out, Peter and Gwen were set to marry. (I think it’s important to note with PeterGwen how serious they were, and that they were planning to get married.)
But, famously, that didn’t last – Norman did remember, during a particularly nasty overdose of Harry’s, and he kidnapped and killed Gwen in Amazing Spider-Man #121. 
So with all that in mind, let’s talk Sins Past itself. This got long. More under the cut.
Alright, so, all that said and done – in Sins Past, the story is flipped on its head. In Amazing Spider-Man #509, Peter receives a letter from Gwen, allegedly written while she was in Paris, indicating that when she died she did so with some kind of secret. The letter arrives incomplete, the secret unrevealed.
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Furthermore, two mysterious (and super-powered) shadowy figures are trying to kill Peter, but that’s just like, a Wednesday for him. Along the way, and with a stunning admission from Mary Jane, it’s revealed that the two shadowy would-be assassins are Gwen’s twin children, and that their father is Norman Osborn. 
Yeah.
The twins – Sarah and Gabriel Stacy – are aging preternaturally fast because of the Goblin serum Norman had dosed himself with. They were also born after only seven months – but the infants weren’t premature. It’s revealed that that’s why Gwen left for Europe, not, in fact, to stay with her father’s family, but to secretly have her children.
Yeah.
The twins were brought up in France by Norman, kept isolated from the world, and raised as trained fighters who believed that Peter was their father, and that he had abandoned them and killed their mother. So now they’re here to kill him.
Yeah.
So we’ll pause here to take some questions.
1) “What? Why? What?”
So initially, writerJ. Michael Straczynski wanted Sarah and Gabriel to be Peter’s children with Gwen. This was nixed by Marvel, under the belief that having two adult children would age the character too much. I mean, they’re actually like, seven years old, but okay. Denying Peter the status of fatherhood because it would “age him” too much is a frustrating pattern in Spider-Man canon: Norman notably orchestrated the murder of Peter and MJ’s baby several years before. Instead of chucking the story out of the window altogether, which you know, would have been my first pick, it was reworked so that Norman was the father of Gwen’s children, because that was so much better than Peter discovering he had children with one of the people he loved most in the world. Comics are here to be a frustrating experience for everyone.
2) “So Gwen cheated on Peter?”
This is a frustrating take on the situation I’ve seen on more than one anti-Gwen post, painting Gwen as the villain of the piece for sleeping with Norman, instead of as a vulnerable young woman taken advantage of by the father of one of her best friends, a disturbingly realistic scenario before you ever even add in the fact that Norman is a literal supervillain. When Gwen recounts her one sexual encounter with Norman to Mary Jane, she herself seems confused about how and why she ended up in the situation. While I don’t think the intent was to have the encounter be out and out nonconsensual, there’s more than enough room to wonder. 
This is a very emotional time for the cast of Spider-Man; George Stacy is dead. Gwen blames Spider-Man and Peter is dealing with that and the way he is dealing with it is making Gwen doubt his love for her. Both Harry and Norman are falling apart in very different ways. Sometimes, things happen and situations arise and there’s no planning involved; “naive young woman is seduced by the darkness inside of an older man” is a tired trope, but a prevalent one. In any event, even if Gwen did deliberately cheat on Peter (which, no matter how you read the issue of consent in Sins Past, is clearly not what Gwen describes to Mary Jane), she was taken advantage of by an older man in a position of power over her, and after she had his children he turned around, killed her, and raised and abused her children to believe that the man Gwen wanted to raise them had abandoned them and murdered Gwen. So there’s no version of events here in which Gwen Stacy is the bad guy, and using that argument to prop up one of Peter’s other love interests as a better person than her is a bad take. There are no “good people” here: these are fictional characters who have been handled by many different creators over the years. They cannot make their own choices.
3) “Wait, J. Michael Straczynski? Isn’t that the guy whose Spider-Man comics you’re always telling people to read?”
Haha yeah it sure is!! It can be rough recommending a whole run, because the longer they get, the greater the chance there is of there being that one story in there you reaaaaally don’t think is for everyone, which is Sins Past. And this is tough, because as much as I don’t think Sins Past should be in continuity, JMS’ amazing voices for both Peter and Mary Jane never falters.
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There are a lot of different kinds of bad stories in mainstream superhero comics: bad plot, bad characterization; good plot, bad characterization; bad plot, good characterization – and those are just some of the possible bad story combinations. I think Sins Past is a bad plot that’s very disrespectful to a female character whose legacy was already her brutal death at the hands of a supervillain. Reframing that death so that, instead of merely being at the wrong place at the wrong time and paying the ultimate price, Norman purposefully hunted down Gwen before she could tell Peter about her twins, doesn’t help. As a fan of Gwen, I don’t like her part in this story and I personally don’t think it should exist (as the story it currently is, and I’ll touch on that later) in continuity. I think it should be explicitly retconned out in a way that brooks no argument. (JMS himself has said he wished to retcon it out, but wasn’t allowed.)
That being said, have I read this like eight times? You bet. I think the art is stunning, I think JMS’ is really an incredible talent when it comes to writing Peter, who can be, to put it simply, a difficult character to get. I find the PeterMJ scenes are beautiful, as are Peter’s melancholy-tinged memories of Gwen. Also, I love comic book garbage. Skrulls? Clones? Robots? A character’s long lost children, artificially aged to adulthood and back to kill their supposed father? Oh my God, that’s so stupid. I want twenty of it.
So my feelings here are really mixed. I don’t like the rewrite of Gwen’s history. I don’t like that this is in serious continuity (and I’ll touch on that in a moment). Additionally, I don’t think the timeline really works – I’ve never felt Gwen was abroad for quite that long, even with the sped up pregnancy, and when she does come back, there’s quite a lot of time for her to tell Peter, which was something Sins Past had made clear she’d intended to do. But whatever, retcons are retcons, they rarely if ever are perfect fits. I do like the characterization of Peter and Mary Jane, and I like it a lot. If I had to pick a story that in my own opinion perfectly highlights how Peter experiences every single strong emotion, it would be this one, which is unfortunate because, well, everything else about this. It is unfortunately totally believable to me that Norman would have slept with Gwen and then killed her, but tbh if I was picking a member of Peter’s social circle who would willingly sleep with Norman, it’d be Flash, who briefly worked for Norman and was quite enamored by him – before he waterboarded Flash with whiskey, strapped him into a semi-truck, and made him crash into Midtown High, landing him in a coma. Oh, and then, way later, also murdering him. Norman’s gonna Norman.
Like I said: mixed feelings.
3) “Wait, but is it in continuity when it’s almost never brought up again, and nobody, not Peter or Mary Jane or Norman, mentions it even when it would make sense to and also nobody wants this in continuity anymore?”
Hhhh yeah it unfortunately is, and I’ll outline why, because it would have been so easy to take it out of continuity. So Sins Past takes place shortly before One More Day, wherein Aunt May was shot following the events of Civil War, during which Peter had revealed his identity on national television and the Spider-Man cat was out of the bag. In One More Day, Peter’s offered a choice by Mephisto: his marriage for his aunt’s life. Ultimately, unable to live with himself if he says no, Peter agrees. The marriage (although notably not the long term committed relationship – in the altered timeline, Peter and Mary Jane were still together from the date of their wedding to just after Civil War) was erased from the timeline, Aunt May was saved, and Peter’s identity was once again hidden from the world and from many of the people who had already know, like Felicia Hardy, the Fantastic Four, and most notably from Aunt May. There were also some additional changes made: most notably, Harry Osborn, who died in Spectacular Spider-Man #200, the best issue of all time, was alive. Clearly, the changes to the narrative’s web, if you will, extended beyond the framework of just Peter and Mary Jane’s marriage. Like I said: basically nobody talks about this story. It shows up on lists of the worst comic book plots of all time all the time. The characters almost never bring up Gabriel or Sarah – there is a sequel story called Sins Remembered: Sarah’s Story (The Spectacular Spider-Man vol 2 issues #23-26), written by Samm Barnes, where Sarah sends for Peter’s help in Paris and he does his level best to be her dad.
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But of course all is not as it seems blah blah. I won’t say it’s the worst comic I’ve ever read. 
It would have been easy, then, to retcon Gabriel and Sarah out with Brand New Day, since nobody ever talks about them or wants this story to be in continuity, including its original writer. Right?
Wrong. In the American Son miniseries, which is post-Brand New Day, Gabriel Stacy makes a prominent reappearance, although Sarah’s whereabouts are unknown.
I’ll be honest: I personally don’t consider this series of events to be canon. I never mention or include it. As far as I’m concerned, it’s extra-canon material, not to be counted. But that’s just me personally as a reader. If I was asked whether or not this was actually canon, in that it was published and not retconned back out – the answer is yes, the twins exist in canon. Not my personal canon, but the actual canon.
But we could fix that.
4) “Well, Traincat,” said nobody, “how WOULD you fix Gabriel and Sarah Stacy so that the twins could be kept in continuity without everyone screaming?”
Great question, me! I would fix it with the greatest out Spider-Man storytelling has ever given us: clones. It’s very notable that Sarah looks exactly like Gwen…
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Gabriel was specifically drawn with a strong resemblance to Peter. Look at that. The Osborn hair doesn’t spare people that way. The answer then, becomes simple: keep the story. Keep Gabriel and Sarah. But have them be revealed as two of the Jackal’s Peter and Gwen clones. It’s a better explanation for why Gabriel and Sarah would be adults than “the goblin serum did it”, and planting the twins, who could fully believe they were who they said they were with the use of artificial memories, in Peter’s path as a form of psychological torment fits with many of villains – presenting Spider-Man with the children of his lost love, fathered by one of his greatest enemies, as a form of torture. As for Mary Jane’s recount of when she found out, well – the same thing: implanted memories. There are more than enough characters on the Marvel landscape who are capable of that. It’d be pretty easy to pull off, since Marvel seems stubbornly set on keeping Gabriel and Sarah on the playing field, and honestly, it makes a lot more sense. Clones! (Let me pull it off, Marvel!!)
One final note: Sins Past outright alleges that Gwen and Peter never had sex, because Peter knows from the start in the story that they couldn’t be his children. To which I would like to say: lol yeah right.
So that’s (probably more than you wanted to know about) Sins Past! 
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autumnmoonsurveys · 6 months ago
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^ Pandora - The World of Avatar
November 22, 2021
Have you ever fallen asleep in the last car you were in?
Maybe.
Have you ever been cheated on?
Yes.
What’s something you do every day besides breathing, eating, and sleeping?
I drink coffee every day…
What’s the nearest blinking object to you?
Nothing that I see.
What were you for Halloween last year?
This past Halloween I was Joyce Byers, but last year in 2020 I was a classic sheet ghost.
Do you need to charge your phone right now?
No, plus it’s charging now.
When’s the last time you laughed really hard?
Recently.
When’s the last time you cried really hard?
It’s been a while.
Do you believe that Karma can come back and slap you in the face?
Yeah.
Are you currently trying to avoid somebody?
No.
Are you feeling guilty for something?
Not at the moment.
When you’re sad, who/what usually cheers you up?
Myself and time.
What was the last thing you bought?
Energy drinks for my husband and snacks for the kids.
Do you own suspenders?
No, but my daughter has blue ones from when she was Eleven this past Halloween.
Do you get mixed signals often or rarely?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Are your nails/toes painted?
Yes, my fingernails are “wicked” by Essie (what I wore for my wedding) and my toenails are “Black Onyx” by OPI.
Are you usually quiet or loud?
Quiet.
Do you ever check your horoscope?
Occasionally.
What color is your microwave?
Black.
What was the last thing you ate?
A not-so-good Reese’s peanut butter cupcake to try.
Do you talk to people even though you hate them?
I don’t hate people.
Name something you have always wanted and never got.
A Barbie Jeep. 😉
When was the last time you went outside?
Today.
How many hours do you spend on the computer a day?
I use my phone a lot.
Do you have any siblings?
Yes.
Do you know someone named Curt?
I know a Curtis.
Have you ever been to Texas?
Nope.
What’s your shoe size?
6/6.5/7
Do you have an alarm clock?
My husband has one on his nightstand.
Can you play the piano?
A bit.
Do you go to church?
No.
What color was the cup that you last drank out of?
White.
What is the show that you watched when you were little and you still do?
Goosebumps, So Weird, and Are You Afraid of the Dark?
2 things you hate.
No.
Do you have shoes on?
Yes.
Do you have a printer?
Yes.
Do you read the paper?
I do not.
Do you have a swing set?
Nope.
What is something you do every summer?
Swim.
Do you have a job?
Just a stay-at-home mom + homemaker.
Do your siblings text you?
Sure.
Have you ever taken medicine that wasn’t prescribed to you?
I have.
Do you have anything in your pockets right now?
No pockets.
Do you tend to make things complicated?
Eh, not really.
Do you want a small or big wedding?
It was medium-sized, I’d say.
How many tattoos do you have?
Seven.
When was the last time you ate pizza?
Last week.
Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth?
Yeah.
Would you rather have cash or a gift card?
I like both, but of course cash is more diverse.
Do you look like your mom or your dad?
Both, but more so my father.
Did your last kiss end up with you and the person doing anything sexual?
No.
Do you live near a beach or amusement park?
Eh, we live about a 30 min drive to an amusement park.
Have you ever failed a final exam?
Yes, because I didn’t show up.
Who is your ex dating/talking to?
He has two kids with another Brooke.
What were you doing at 7:00 in the morning?
Just waking up and immediately rushing to leave.
Who did you last wave to?
Stranger.
Do you have your eye on anyone at the current moment?
Well, yeah.
Ever been called a bitch?
Yeah.
Were you happier now or three (3) months ago?
Now.
Are you one of those people who hate crying in front of others?
Yeah.
Who would you be shocked to see call you?
Nobody that I have in my contacts…
If you could drink only 2 things for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Water and coffee.
Would you date someone taller than you?
Preferably.
Have you met anyone that has been a major influence on you this year?
No.
Ever kissed someone who smokes?
Yes.
Have you ever liked someone a lot older than you?
Yes, my husband is eleven-and-a-half years older than me.
Have any interesting conversations lately?
Sure.
Who did you last pinky promise with?
Oliver pinky promises with me all the time.
What do you do when you’re having a bad day?
Do something I enjoy.
Does it take a lot for someone to annoy you?
Maybe.
Have you ever hung out with the last person you texted?
Yeah.
Ever kissed anyone starting with S or G?
Steven and Greg.
What are your plans for the weekend?
Black Friday we are hosting Friendsgiving, Saturday we are hosting a huge family Thanksgiving dinner, and Sunday I am FINALLY RELAXING!
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psalms-of-peace · a year ago
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Jacob’s Exodus from Paddan-aram | Jim Hamilton [Genesis 31]
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I invite you to open your BIBLES to Genesis 31, & as you turn there this week as I was reflecting on this passage the LORD brought a song to mind.
And I think the reason the song came to mind, is because as I was puzzling over the passage I was trying to articulate to myself what it is that I think Jacob is missing..
And what it is that Rachel seems to be missing?
While I was standing at the sink in the bathroom, this song began to play in my head...
I’m not going to sing it, but I will start to read you the lyrics, & I suspect that many of you will recognize it immediately.
      I saw the light, I’ve been baptized       by the fire in your touch & the flame in your eyes       [Brooks & Dunn]
Now you know the song right?
This song it had never struck me before how what Brooks & Dunn had done, (I don’t know whoever wrote the song), what they did is they took Christian concepts & they took conversion!
They took the experience of regeneration & they applied it to the experience of meeting this woman. And now they’re singing that the experience of this woman is like being converted.
      It’s like seeing the light. The light of the glory of GOD       & the Face of CHRIST! So that now they’ve been baptized       & they’ve been made into a brand new man! [1:39]
      He says, “I’m born to love again. I’m a brand new man” (lol)
Well I think that we’ll see in this passage, that’s what's missing.
     ●  That’s what Jacob is missing,      ●  That’s what Laban is missing,      ●  That’s what Rachel is missing.
This experience of a converting power that causes you to be passionately in love, so that your whole life is transformed & changed. [2:09]
So look with me if you will at Genesis 31:1-3, & in the 1st three+ verses we see the problem. Last week we’ve been talking about how the LORD multiplied Jacob’s seed, his offspring/children, & the LORD also multiplied his flocks.
And actually before I read these 1st 3 verses, I want to suggest to you what Jacob has probably not been doing.
Which I think if he had experienced the new birth, maybe he would have been doing. Now did old covenant believers, in the OT times:
      Did they experience the new birth?
I think that there are ppl in the OT, I think Jacob’s going to be one of them, & I think eventually Judah will be one of them.
We’ll see evidence that the LORD has given them circumcised hearts, we can talk a lot more about that later. [3:07]
But basically all I’m saying is here, I think there’s a lot of evidence in the OT that the LORD has fundamentally changed these believers on the inside—so that they believe & they live for GOD.
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1.] Sign of Conversion: Blessed by GOD
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So if that had happened to Jacob, I think we would have heard something like this out of Jacob’s mouth:
     When let’s say Laban says, “Okay Jacob you can have the      speckled sheep.” Meanwhile Laban is stealing all the      speckled sheep.
I think Jacob could have said to his father-in-law & to his brothers-in-law
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    “Hey guys, the GOD that I worship, the GOD that I serve      promised to bless my grandfather Abraham. then HE      passed that blessing unto my father Isaac, & my father      Isaac passed that blessing to me! I’m going to be blessed!
     No matter what!!
     And this GOD made the world! There’s plenty to go around.
     There’s going to be no shortage! GOD is going to bless      me, our flocks are going to multiply!
     So let’s all get on board here, & cooperate together.      There’s going to be plenty for everyone.
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And that’s not what they do. [4:19]
Laban is trying to the steal the flock from Jacob; & Jacob is trying to steal the flock from Laban.
Then look at the outcome here in CH 31:
      Genesis 31:1-41 | ¹ Now Jacob heard that Laban’s sons       were saying, “Jacob has taken away all that belonged       to our father & built all this wealth       at our father’s expense.”
      ² And Jacob saw from the countenance of Laban that       his attitude toward him had changed.
      ³ Then the LORD said to Jacob, “Go back to the land of         your fathers & to your kindred, & I will be with you.”
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They think that if Jacob gets rich, it’s going to make them poor!
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That is not the way it works! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, not with GOD! [4:50]
That may be the way it works in some worldly ungodly godless ways of looking at the world. But that’s not the way it works with GOD.
Here’s how it works with GOD [Genesis 12:3]
      Genesis 12:3 | ³ I will bless those who bless you &       curse those who curse you; & all the families of the       earth will be blessed through you.”
>> And those who dishonours you, I will curse. That’s how it works.
      The most immediate or recent invocation of Genesis 12:3       is Mar.19-April 2019 widespread flash flooding affected       large parts of Iran. Less than 24hrs after their president       called for a nationwide curse to be placed on US/Israel/       Saudi Arabia [Mar.18] BOOM!
So if Laban, & if Laban’s sons had learned from Jacob:
      Hey guys look the Living GOD!       The MAKER of the Heavens & the Earth, has said:       I’m going to bless you & I’m going to bless everybody       who blesses you!
If they had then said, “Okay to be blessed we bless you?!” [5:17]
And they had embraced that program, guess what? They’re going to get blessed..
Now I think Jacob also maybe has a responsibility to warn them.
That GOD also said, “You oppose me, you oppose my FATHER, you are going to come under GOD’s curse.”
He should tell them that..
That's where they land; they don't get the warning which is to say I think - to speak in Old Covenant terms.
Well to speak in new covenant terms of the old covenant situation. [6:00] Jacob doesn't tell them the GOSPEL. Jacob doesn't tell them the good news!
So they don't know of the blessing.
So they operate in this godless worldly way. That says for him to get rich, means for me to get poor.
And they're mad about it. [6:16]
So then Jacob, at this point, even though Jacob has experienced GOD revealing HIMSELF at Bethel in CH 28 (I don't think Jacob's heart's been changed.
So Jacob at this point is not in a place where he's prepared to say: Hey guys there's plenty for everyone. There's no shortage of blessing! [6:39]
My GOD has plenty! I will enrich you. Jacob could say that to them. He's not in a position to do that.
So v.2 Jacob saw that Laban did not regard him with favour as before.
Now this passage is amazing, this is an amazing passage in the BIBLE. I keep saying that I know, every week, it's true every week.
Ah this passage blew my mind as I was studying it this week: In the providence of GOD, GOD is graciously mercifully saving Jacob. HE's in the process of saving Jacob & HE's going to do it in a way that HE's going to provide a preview of the Exodus from Egypt. [7:20]
It's efacing the way this works out in this passage.
Verse 3, the LORD said to Jacob return to the land of your fathers & to your kindred & I will be with you. [7:32]
Which this is what GOD said to Jacob in Genesis 28:15, HE said, "I will be with you Jacob."
And now HE saying Jacob, "I promised you land, seed, & blessing. I've given you the seed, now you're going back to the land & the blessing is gonna come as I'm with you." [7:43]
So that's our first unit which sort of tells us what's going & before I go on: Let's note also that for these people (the sons of Laban & for Laban & for Jacob) they really evidence very little if any awareness of the blessing of Abraham.
I mean I think at some level Jacob would say: Yeah I know the blessing of Abraham, but I don't think he would say, "I saw the light, I've been baptized & my whole life has changed! Now I used to live one way, & now I live in a totally & completely different way!" [8:25]
And I don't think he would say, "I live for GOD! That's what dominates me." I don't think Jacob would talk that way. [8:35]
⁴ So Jacob sent word & called Rachel & Leah to the field where his flocks were, ⁵ & he told them, “I can see from your father’s countenance that his attitude toward me has changed; but the GOD of my father has been with me. ⁶ YOU know that I have served your father with all my strength. ⁷ And although he has cheated me & changed my wages ten times, GOD has not allowed him to harm me. ⁸ If he said, ‘The speckled will be your wages,’ then the whole flock bore speckled offspring. If he said, ‘The streaked will be your wages,’ then the whole flock bore streaked offspring. ⁹ Thus GOD has taken away your father’s livestock & given them to me. ¹⁰ When the flocks were breeding, I saw in a dream that the streaked, spotted, & speckled males were mating with the females. ¹¹ In that dream the angel of GOD said to me, ‘Jacob!’ And I replied, ‘Here I am.’ ¹² ‘Look up,’ he said, ‘and see that all the males that are mating with the flock are streaked, spotted, or speckled; for I have seen all that Laban has done to you. ¹³ I am the GOD of Bethel, where you anointed the pillar & made a solemn vow to ME. Now get up & leave this land at once, & return to your native land.’” ¹⁴ Then Rachel & Leah replied, “Do we have any portion or inheritance left in our father’s house? ¹⁵ Are we not regarded by him as outsiders? Not only has he sold us, but he has certainly squandered what was paid for us. ¹⁶ Surely all the wealth that GOD has taken away from our father belongs to us & to our children. So do whatever GOD has told you.” ¹⁷ So Jacob got up & put his children & his wives on camels, ¹⁸ & he drove all his livestock before him, along with all the possessions he had acquired in Paddan-aram, to go to his father Isaac in the land in Canaan. ¹⁹ Now while Laban was out shearing his sheep, Rachel stole her father’s household idols. ²⁰ Moreover, Jacob deceived Laban the Aramean by not telling him that he was running away. ²¹ So he fled with all his possessions, crossed the Euphrates, & headed for the hill country of Gilead. ²² On the third day Laban was informed that Jacob had fled. ²³ So he took his relatives with him, pursued Jacob for seven days, & overtook him at Mount Gilead. ²⁴ But that night GOD came to Laban the Aramean in a dream & warned him, “Be careful not to say anything to Jacob, either good or bad.” ²⁵ Now Jacob had pitched his tent in the hill country of Gilead when Laban overtook him, & Laban & his relatives camped there as well. ²⁶ Then Laban said to Jacob, “What have you done? YOU have deceived me & carried off my daughters like captives of war! ²⁷ Why did you run away secretly & deceive me, without even telling me? I would have sent you away with joy & singing, with tambourines & harps. ²⁸ But you did not even let me kiss my grandchildren & daughters goodbye. Now you have done a foolish thing. ²⁹ I have power to do you great harm, but last night the GOD of your father said to me, ‘Be careful not to say anything to Jacob, either good or bad.’ ³⁰ Now you have gone off because you long for your father’s house. But why have you stolen my gods?” ³¹ “I was afraid,” Jacob answered, “for I thought you would take your daughters from me by force. ³² If you find your gods with anyone here, he shall not live! In the presence of our relatives, see for yourself if anything is yours, & take it back.” For Jacob did not know that Rachel had stolen the idols. ³³ So Laban went into Jacob’s tent, then Leah’s tent, & then the tents of the two maidservants, but he found nothing. Then he left Leah’s tent & entered Rachel’s tent. ³⁴ Now Rachel had taken Laban’s household idols, put them in the saddlebag of her camel, & was sitting on them. And Laban searched everything in the tent but found nothing. ³⁵ Rachel said to her father, “Sir, do not be angry that I cannot stand up before you; for I am having my period.” So Laban searched, but could not find the household idols. ³⁶ Then Jacob became incensed & challenged Laban. “What is my crime?” he said. “For what sin of mine have you so hotly pursued me? ³⁷ YOU have searched all my goods! Have you found anything that belongs to you? Put it here before my brothers & yours, that they may judge between the two of us. ³⁸ I have been with you for twenty years now. YOUR sheep & goats have not miscarried, nor have I eaten the rams of your flock. ³⁹ I did not bring you anything torn by wild beasts; I bore the loss myself. And you demanded payment from me for what was stolen by day or night. ⁴⁰ As it was, the heat consumed me by day & the frost by night, & sleep fled from my eyes. ⁴¹ Thus for twenty years I have served in your household—fourteen years for your two daughters & six years for your flocks—& you have changed my wages ten times! ⁴² If the GOD of my father, the GOD of Abraham & the Fear of Isaac, had not been with me, surely by now you would have sent me away empty-handed. But GOD has seen my affliction & the toil of my hands, & last night HE rendered judgment.” ⁴³ But Laban answered Jacob, “These daughters are my daughters, these sons are my sons, & these flocks are my flocks! Everything you see is mine! Yet what can I do today about these daughters of mine or the children they have borne? ⁴⁴ Come now, let us make a covenant, you & I, & let it serve as a witness between you & me.” ⁴⁵ So Jacob picked out a stone & set it up as a pillar, ⁴⁶ & he said to his relatives, “Gather some stones.” So they took stones & made a mound, & there by the mound they ate. ⁴⁷ Laban named it Jegar-sahadutha, but Jacob called it Galeed. ⁴⁸ Then Laban declared, “This mound is a witness between you & me this day.” Therefore the place was called Galeed. ⁴⁹ It was also called Mizpah, because Laban said, “May the LORD keep watch between you & me when we are absent from one another. ⁵⁰ If you mistreat my daughters or take other wives, although no one is with us, remember that GOD is a witness between you & me.” ⁵¹ Laban also said to Jacob, “Here is the mound, & here is the pillar I have set up between you & me. ⁵² This mound is a witness, & this pillar is a witness, that I will not go past this mound to harm you, & you will not go past this mound & pillar to harm me. ⁵³ May the GOD of Abraham & the GOD of Nahor, the GOD of their father, judge between us.” So Jacob swore by the Fear of his father Isaac. ⁵⁴ Then Jacob offered a sacrifice on the mountain & invited his relatives to eat a meal. And after they had eaten, they spent the night on the mountain. ⁵⁵ Early the next morning, Laban got up & kissed his grandchildren & daughters & blessed them. Then he left to return home.
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guard-and-storyteller · a year ago
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All 1-78 both boys <3
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1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer? Counter I think. -RB Couch, probably, better for the leg. Or lack of. -Sev
2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why: Good, It was with Rinny and Eve who was trying to prove herself I think. -RB Good, I joined in with the other two. -Sev
3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed: Takeshi Kovacs -RB Jopari. -Sev
4: Something that never fails to make you horny: I don’t know, being spanked? -RB When the others get all shy and blush. -Sev
5: Where is one place you would never have sex: Kids beds. -RB Parents bed. -Sev
6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when ______________ I had a panic attack and we had to stop. -RB Changing positions, my hand slipped, I hit their head and fell onto the floor. -Sev
7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny: I don’t want to talk about it. (Early teen Richie hearing Jim) Oh or maybe fear. -RB Or tickling for Richie. Having my stump touched. Strange sentence. -Sev
8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]: I like holding them down or being held down. -Richie. Rope is the most efficient I think but hands is more personal. -Sev
9: What is the fastest way to make you horny: First thought was hand down pants but not really. Umm praises? Touching. -RB Showing submission. -Sev
10: Top or bottom? Bottom. -RB Top. Sev
11: We were about to ____________ but then ______________ [example: we were about to have sex but then his mom walked in] We were about to give each other blowjobs but then he fell on me. -RB We were about to do it but then my leg slid out of place and I almost kneed him between the legs. -Sev
12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary? One can be enough. More is nice on occasion. -RB I think one is enough. -Sev
13: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find: Only thing I can think is unrelated to nsfw stuff so I’m going to keep that to myself. -RB I don’t really have anything yet. -Sev
14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you: Tomato. -RB You’re looking like one right now, Rich. Uhh, someone called me Beast Master once and I misheard. After clarifying it wasn’t much better. -Sev
15: Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex: The feeing of giving or receiving, taste of giving. How hard it can be to breath at times. Or is that just me? -RB I think you forget to breath. The feeling, the closeness, knowing the other is enjoying it. -Sev
16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you: It involved a toothbrush. (Richie has shut down for this one). -Sev
17: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?] I have. It was okay, not my favorite. -RB I have, didn’t mind it, would do it again. -Sev
18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom: If you know the other person is clean and are ready for kids. -RB Agreeing with Richie on this one. -Sev
19: Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had? I don’t know, never really thought about it. -RB Does Richie dressed as a professor count? -Sev
20: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience: Chocolate! -RB Strawberry. -Sev
21: How big is too big: I don’t know, 10 inches? 15? -RB Not much of a bottom and can’t even take Richie. I don’t know? 7 or 8 for me. -Sev
22: One sexual thing you would never do: Bathroom related stuff. Not for me. -RB Same as Richie. -Sev
23: Biggest turn on: Umm…dominance, possessiveness. When one of the other’s get jealous. -RB Same as the fastest, submission, blushing, shy. -Sev
24: Three spots that drive you insane: Back, neck, dick. -RB Piercings, leg, chest. -Sev
25: Worst possible time to get horny: When working. -RB During a meeting. -Sev
26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans: Definitely, yes. -RB Yes, very much. -Sev
27: Worst sexual idea you ever had: Chocolate, a lighter, handcuffs and a fleshlight. -RB Trampoline. -Sev
28: How much fapping is too much fapping: When there’s nothing left inside it’s time for a break. -RB Until you pass out. -Sev
29: Best sexual complement you ever got: I can’t think of anything. -RB The sounds they make. -Sev
30: Bald, landing strip, Jumanji: Up to them but I prefer a little cleaned up at least. -RB Yeah, shave on occasion. -Sev
31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut: Yeah, it really can be. -RB Yeah, sometimes. -Sev
32: Fill in the blank: "If they ____________, we are fuckin" Spank? -RB Challenge. -SM
33: What your favorite part of your body: None of it. -RB Hair. -Sev
34: Favorite foreplay activities: Power play, fighting for control. -RB Touching, kissing, pinning, slamming. -Sev
35: Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math thats “greater than, less than, or equal to] Greater than. -RB Greater than. -Sev
36: What do you wear to bed? Boxers. Sometimes one of Rinny’s shirts. -RB Nothing. On occasion underwear and t-shirt if it’s cold. -Sev
37: When was the first time you masturbated: I was 10. -RB 12 I think? -Sev
38: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself? No. -RB Somewhere I’m sure I do. -Sev
39: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside? Yeah, it’s been a while though. -RB Yeah but a while ago. -Sev
40: Have/would you ever have sex outside? Yes, want to again. -RB Yeah, have and would. -Sev
41: Have/would you ever had a threesome? There’s three of us so yeah. -RB Yeah, have and would again. -Sev
42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate? Jimmy’s toothbrush. -RB What? -Sev Wasn’t going to use my own. -RB Fair. Ummm…I don’t know? I’m not sure I ever used anything weird. -Sev
43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school? No, neither. -RB Yes, both. -Sev
44: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane? I haven’t, probably wouldn’t. -RB Haven’t but would. -Sev
45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to? We have playlists and anything we think of or find is added. -Sev
46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny? Seeing someone in my clothes. -RB Seeing either of the other two in my clothes. -Sev
47: Most attractive celebrity? I don’t know? Joel Kinnaman? Is he a celebrity? -RB Richard Brook. -Sev
48: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not? I have before but don’t watch any now really. -RB Have but now it just doesn’t compare. -Sev
49: If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now? Few hours old. -RB About 5 hours, I think. -Sev
50: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online? No? I don’t think so. -RB Not that I’m aware of. -Sev
51: What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny? Being punched in the face? -RB I mean fair. Kicked between the legs. -Sev Ohhh I like that one. -RB
52: Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?) I do and I don’t like them. I don’t think other people have? They haven’t mentioned it. -RB I don’t. -Sev
53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not) Yessss, the taste, the feeling, the loss of control, the other person enjoying it. -RB I’m indifferent. I don’t find it disgusting but it’s not the number one thing. -Sev
54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in? I like them. -RB Definitely like them. -Sev
55: How would you feel about taking someones virginity? No, wouldn’t do it. -RB Have, not the best experience but. -Sev
56: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter? Any hot peppers. -RB Mexican. Don’t pull out a taco, my brother’s advice to me. -Sev
57: Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see? Nope. They see it. -Richie Nothing. -Sev
58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?) Quite a few, yeah, different lengths of time. -RB Not of my own, haven’t really had the chance yet. -Sev
59: Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day? Yeah, if they wanted it. Rinny has it already. -RB Richie has it but if she wanted it. -Sev
60: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery? I think so. I already get nervous when she suggests healing my scars. -RB I mean I would understand it but I think I would still be offended. -Sev
61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute? Neither? Porn maybe? -RB Prostitute I think. -Sev
62: Do you watch porn? No. -RB Not really. -Sev
63: How small is too small? I don’t know, if it won’t go in? -RB We can make something work, I’m a top anyway. -Sev
64: Have you ever been called a freak? Why? Yeah, more reasons than I’ve kept up with. -RB I have, I have one leg and wasn’t exactly normal growing up. -Sev
65: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything? Sev, comfort and safety. -RB I gave Richie one but Eve gave me one, love? -Sev
66: Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day? It would confuse others but I don’t have anything to hide. -RB We could. -Sev
67: Do you feel comfortable going "commando"? No. -RB Yeah. -Sev
68: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn't shaved their pubic hair? Depends on how long it’s been since they’ve last shaved. -RB Yeah, if it’s been like a month, no thanks. -Sev
69: If you could give yourself head, would you? I can and have. -RB Yeah I would, of course. -Sev
70: Booty or Boobs? Booty. -RB Both. -Sev
71: If you had a penis, what would you name it? I have one and little Dicky. -RB He’s very proud of that joke. I don’t know, deadly weapon? -Sev
72: Have you ever been on an official date? Yeah, a few. -RB One or two. -Sev
73: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?) No. Why? Didn’t want to. -RB I have. I would say it was a mistake but my relationship with them was the mistake. -Sev
74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be? Once again, little Dicky. -RB No idea, I would have someone else choose. -Sev Nice to meet you No Idea I Would Have Someone Else Choose, have you thought about shortening your name? -RB
75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?) No, haven’t and wouldn’t. -RB Haven’t but would. -Sev
76: How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed? They’re dead so if I saw two skeletons going at it I would probably panic and run. -RB Burn the bed. -Sev
77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina Initial panic then bi panic. -RB Confusion. -Sev
78: If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do? I don’t know? See what it’s like to walk around without it? Sex? Pee sitting down? There are only so many options. -RB I mean, yeah, see what it’s like to have something in it. -Sev
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colouredinblack1312 · 3 years ago
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So I’ve kinda started bingerewatching (Is that a word?) One Tree Hill...
...because it’s been like 10 years and just really interesting how your perspective(s) can change. My pov after season 1:
1. I love Lucas and Haley’s friendship! How did I never realize how great that was? Like, finally two kids, a boy and a girl, who are really just friends? I need more of this in other shows, please!!
2. Part of why I started rewatching in the first place was because lately I’ve read that some Bughead fans would like/love to see them as some kind of ,The Naley of Riverdale’. Well and I have to say I realize now how cute Haley and Nathan/Naley actually were/are (not sure why I didn’t see it back then). Yes, he’s a total jerk at the beginning (so was Be//amy B/ake ;)), but ready to change for her. And he did. And she’s happy with with. They’re happy with each other. I think that’s cute.
3. Ohhh that love triangle Peyton/Brooke/Lucas. Friendly reminder why I don’t like love triangles (anymore). And tbh, I’ve always been team Leyton and I still kinda am, but I don’t like them so much anymore. It was actually pretty shitty of them to make out while he was with Brooke (shitty of Peyton, but even shittier of Luke). On the other hand, no offense to B*ooke fans, but I (still) don’t like her.
Anyways, I don’t even wanna go too much into details here.
((Yeah, there’re always some reasons/issues -mom issues in Brooke’s case, apparently - when someone acts like that. She was (rightfully) pissed off when she found out about Leyton kissing behind her back (which I totally get; to a certain point), but I think she took it a little too far (and too long) with Peyton. Before all that Brooke didn’t really care about Peyton’s feelings either if you ask me because you can’t tell me that as her ‘best friend’ she didn’t know that Peyton kinda liked Luke/that there was something there (even though she said ‘no, I don’t like him’ when Brooke asked her). But Brooke still made a move on him. And wth was that when she lied to him about being pregnant as some kind of revenge for him cheating?? How did I not remember that?? I was like ‘woah girl, that was shitty, sorry!’ I mean at the end of the season they were pretty much besties again because of Lucas - oh boy! There are two girls in your life who love you (in a romantic way) and you need a third one to hook up with??? Really??))
What else? Right:
4. Karen and Keith are nice (together and separately). Shari is also (kinda) nice. Dan’s an asshole. (As far as I can tell because I honestly skipped some of those scenes.)
Just FYI though, I probably won’t watch more because I really don’t need any more of that triangle stuff... (maybe I watch some Naley videos on Youtube ;))
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hockeyandstuff91 · 4 years ago
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How did this happen? - Part 9
Word count: 2,264
Players: Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn (mentioned)
Other people: Katie (mentioned) , Ashlyn (mentioned)
Warnings: cussing
Authors note: Okay! So this was an interesting part to write.. But its finally getting us somewhere! I work for the next two days so I don’t know if I will have time to get another part out tomorrow or the next day, but I’m going to try my best. I do however have 5 days off following Saturday so I hope to write lots during that time! haha
Also Savannah is just a made up character, to my knowledge Tyler hasn’t dated anyone by that name lol
Hope you all enjoy this part!
Part 1   Part 2   Part 3    Part 4    Part 5    Part 6   Part 6.5     Part 7    Part 8   Part 10
(Brooke’s POV. First part continued from last part)
I made it back to Tyler's house and walked inside, setting the takeout bag on the kitchen counter. I heard him walking around upstairs for a minute before his footsteps lead to the stairs and I heard him come down.
"Hey," he said and walked over to the counter and opened up the bag.
"Hey," I smiled at him. "How was your day?" I asked, sitting down on one of the bar stools.
"It was fine, just kind of boring," he smiled back. "How was work?" he asked as he grabbed us some plates.
"It was fine. Oh Kyle from the restaurant says hi by the way," I said as I grabbed some food.
After a few minutes Tyler was almost done with his food but I had barely eaten anything. This whole time I had just been thinking about how I was going to tell him that I saw her and with someone else.
"Whats the matter?" Tyler asked me.
"Nothing why?"
"Brooke you only pick at your food when you are nervous about something. Whats up?" he asked as he took the last bite of his own food.
"Do you know a Ryan Adams?" I asked him.
"Yeah.. He was part of an old group of friends I use to hang out with why?"
"Are he and Savannah friends?"
"I mean she was part of that group but they never hung out why?"
"I saw her and him at the restaurant when I went to go pick up the food," I mumbled as I took a bite.
"What?"
I looked up at Tyler who was staring at me, not sure how to process the information I had just given him. "I'm sorry Ty," I said.
He shook his head "No its fine, they probably just went to go catch up since she hasn't been around in over a year," he said, getting up to clean his plate.
"Ty.." I started.
"Brooke don't."
I sighed and set my fork down, not as hungry as I was an hour ago. "Tyler look. I know you and her had a thing. I also know how that said thing ended.."
Tyler just shook his head, still not facing me. "No she isn't like that anymore Brooke or I wouldn't of given her another chance."
"Tyler-"
"Brooke I don't want to fucking hear it," Tyler's voice was raised which he had never done with me. I had a bad feeling this was going to be our first fight and I wasn't sure how to take it, but I wasn't going to sit by and let my best friend get hurt.
I got up and walked around the counter and over to where he was standing. "Tyler I don't care if you don't want to hear it or not. Kyle said that he had seen her in there more than once this week, and always with a different guy. He knows who you are and your name didn't pop up on the list," I responded, folding my arms in front of my chest.
Tyler grit his teeth, grabbing the edge of the counter before he spun to look at me. "Stay out of it," he almost growled which made me step back in response.
"No Tyler I'm not going to watch my best friend sit here and get used by some bitch. She doesn't give a fuck about you clearly. She just wants someone who looks nice and has money. I know her type."
"You've never even spoken to her before!" Tyler was now yelling. Two could play at that game.
"Tyler I don't need to speak to her! All she cares about is getting whatever she wants and moving on. She already cheated on you once in the past. She hasn't changed she just made up some story to make herself look good and to have you take her back. Don't be a fucking idiot you deserve better than that."
"I don't believe that."
"You are really going to sit here and say that you don't trust me? What do you think I'm lying to you Tyler?"
"I don't know."
I laughed at that "You have got to be kidding me. Out of anyone why would I your 'best friend' lie to you about something like this?"
"Because you hated her from the start! You have made it very clear you don't want me anywhere near her."
"So that is a good enough reason for me to try and get you to break up with her?! I'm trying to protect you!"
"I don't want to talk about this right now," He said and pushed by me, going to the living room.
I shook my head and took a deep breath. I gave him a moment before I walked into the living room and found him sitting on the couch, furiously typing on his phone. "Once you figure out that I would never lie to you about this, you let me know. Have a good night," I said and walked down the hall to the front door, slamming it behind me and got into my car, driving home with tears running down my face. I was just glad that Jamie and Katie were going to be home tomorrow.
(Tyler's POV)
It had been two hours since Brooke had left after our fight and I wanted nothing more than to call and apologize to her. In the two hours I had found out that she wasn't actually lying to me and that Savannah really was the shit person that Brooke had called since the start. I couldn't believe that I had just potentially lost my best friend and gotten cheated on for the second time. I really was the biggest idiot that everyone else kept telling me I was lately.
I knew that she probably wouldn't answer my calls tonight so I decided that I shouldn't bother her until tomorrow. I felt like the worst best friend ever right now and I was so mad at myself. I couldn't believe that I was so dumb to actually think Brooke would make this up just to get me to break up with Savannah. That's not the type of girl Brooke was and I knew that.
Brooke was different, and I knew that from the moment I met her. But it scared me to have someone different. I was used to being used for a few months and then moving on to someone else. It was easier that way, I knew that they were the shit person and I did nothing wrong, but now I was the shit person who just pushed away someone who actually cared enough about me to tell me something was going on behind my back. Someone who would never use me and genuinely cared about me as a person. She didn't care that I had money, she didn't care that I was a professional athlete, she just liked me for who I was and in this world that was hard to find.
Brooke was the first girl who ever stood up to me and put me in my place. She wasn't scared to tell me that what I was saying was bull shit. Honestly it was kind of hot since no other girl I knew did shit like that. It was something I appreciated.
Jamie was right, which I hated to admit, but he was going to love hearing later. I was going to mess up my chance with this one if I didn't act on it. And why was I being so dumb to care so much about being free to be with whoever? When was I going to find another down to earth girl like her that wouldn't turn out to be a bitch in 2 months?
There was still a part of me that was hanging on to my freedom and didn't want to let go. I was worried that there was something about this that wasn't going to work and then I would lose my best friend too. We had been super close since the start of our friendship but there were still some things that I needed to figure out before I made this official with Brooke, but at least I could tell the guys that I was going to do it soon. Maybe then Jamie would stop yelling at me so much.
(Brooke's POV)
It had been two days since Tyler and I's fight. He apologized the next day, which I was kind of surprised about but I was glad that he finally believed me and got rid of her once and for all. I had just finished getting ready for work when my phone lit up with a text message. It was from Tyler asking if I wanted to hang out after I got out of work, I replied with sure and told him that I would call him once I got out.
Things were still a little off between the two of us but I was hoping maybe we would be able to fix that tonight and talk about it. I wanted to apologize for yelling at him, though honestly he deserved it.
I made my way into work and took the elevator up to the floor that the business I worked for was on. I walked in and went over to my cubical and set my purse down on the desk. I looked over and noticed there was a piece of paper on my keyboard.
Unfolding it I scanned the paper, it was from my boss saying that he wanted to speak to me this morning. I set the note back on my desk and walked over to his office. I knocked on the door and waited for a reply before walking in.
"Mr. Callaway you wanted to speak to me?" I asked as I stepped into his office and closed the door behind me.
"Yes Brooke please take a seat," he smiled.
I walked forward and sat in one of the chairs that was in front of his desk. I knew that this couldn't of been about my work as I had finished it all ahead of everyone else. This job was pretty easy, just entering a lot of data into computer system which hadn’t taken long to learn. I had got the job less than a week after I moved into my apartment which was great because that meant I was able to save the money in my emergency savings account and not use it on rent.
"So I'm sure you saw the email last week about us downsizing the company," he said, taking his glasses off and setting them on the desk in front of him.
Mr. Callaway was a nice man, in his mid 30s, taking over for his father who had fallen ill. The company hadn't been doing as well over the last year but he hadn't seemed worried about it until these last two weeks.
I nodded my head in response.
"Unfortunately we have had a bad year, and this last month was even worse. We don't want to downsize but with the way the market is going right now we can't afford not to. Sadly this means we are going to have to let some people go..."
I already knew where he was going with this. I sunk in my seat a bit not wanting to hear him say it but I was one of the newer people so of course I would be let go first. I had only been working here for a little less than 4 months and no one else had been hired since I was.
"You have done amazing work for us Brooke and if the company starts picking back up soon we would love to keep you on the books so we can offer you your place back, but as of right now-"
"It's okay I understand. Thank you for the opportunity," I smiled and stood up.
"If you need any recommendations or anything from me just let me know, I would be happy to help you," he said, sitting back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his face.
"Thank you I appreciate that," I smiled again and turned, walking out of his office.
"I promise if anything opens up I'll give you a call," he said as I left.
I just nodded in response and walked back to my desk. I grabbed all of my things and put them into a box, carrying them out to my car.
I climbed into the driver seat and leaned against the headrest. I had held it together pretty well while inside and saying goodbye to everyone but as soon as I was in the safety of my car the tears started to stream down my face. The one thing that I feared after moving away from home had happened, I lost my job and I had no idea where to go from here. I was thankful that I had the emergency fund and that would give me a month to look which should be plenty of time, but still it worried me.
I sighed, wiping my cheek and grabbed my phone out of my purse. I unlocked it and looked at the time, Tyler should be up by now. I took a deep breath and let out a sigh, trying to calm my breathing as I hit the call button and waited for him to pick up.
"Brooke? Are you okay?" He asked, his voice sounding a little worried. There was never a reason for me to call him at this time since I would be at work right now.
"Physically yeah. I um.. I just lost my job," I said, sniffling.
Tyler didn't say anything for a few seconds. I heard him sigh before responding "I'm sorry. Do you want to come over?"
"Please?"
"Of course," he said and we both hung up as I started my car and headed over to his place.
(Brooke's POV)
The next couple weeks I spent a lot of time with Tyler. He was being super sweet in trying to get my mind off of being fired. I was just glad to get some time to relax for a little while but after a couple days I decided that I should probably start looking for another place to work. I applied to a bunch of places but being that it was the start of summer not many places were looking right now, they had already hired high school students and had no more openings.
"Ty?" I called out for Tyler as I walked through his house towards the patio doors. I was scrolling through my phone trying to find some job listings but was having no luck finding anything that I qualified for.
"Yeah?" He was playing in the back yard with the boys, throwing three different tennis balls for each of them.
"I give up," I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket, sitting down on one of the lawn chairs.
"No luck still?" He asked and walked over to me, sitting next to me in another chair.
I shook my head and put my head in my hands. I was starting to get really frustrated and really worried. On top of not being able to find a job my rent had gone up meaning I wouldn't be able to stay more than another month with what I had saved. It was like everything was coming at me all at once, I was just glad that things between Tyler and I were back to normal or I would of felt completely lost.
"Hey," he said softly and leaned over, rubbing my back. "Stop stressing," he said and grabbed one of my hands, pulling it away from my face and lifting my chin so that I was looking at him.
My eyes were watery, threatening to spill over onto my cheeks. Tyler stood up and pulled me with him and walked me back into the house and over to the couch. He sat down and brought me with him, wiping under my eyes.
"Don't cry," he said and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes in response and leaned against him. "Listen I have watched you over the last three weeks stress about this and lose sleep. You are exhausted and that's not okay with me. I know that you wanted to do this on your own and you wanted to be able to support yourself. And more importantly I know you are scared that you are going to have to move back home," he said, rubbing my back again.
I pressed my face closer into his shoulder, not wanting to think about leaving here. I couldn't imagine having to move so far away from everyone and be alone again back at home. It was the last thing in the world that I wanted.
"Hey," he said and pulled back to look at me. "I've been thinking.. why don't you just move in with me?" he asked.
I looked up at him surprised. It was not something I was expecting out of him. I knew that he enjoyed me being around and spending time here but I also knew that he liked living on his own. I knew that he would especially not want me here if he was going to bring a random girl home from the bar some night, though come to think of it he hadn't done anything like that since he broke up with whats her face.
"I'm serious," he said, clearly reading my mind of being surprised. "It'll be great, you will have a lot more room here for your things, the boys love you and your company. During the season it will be great because I know that someone will be here to watch the house while I'm gone," he started but I shook my head.
"Ty, no I can't ask you to do that."
Tyler put his finger up to my lips. "Sh. I'm not letting you say no to this. I don't want you to be stressed about making rent or finding a job, I want you to be happy and have time to relax. I don't want you to have to move back home, we would all miss you too much. I want you here," he said and I just nodded. "Okay?" he smiled and dropped his hand from in front of my face.
I nodded again "okay," I said softly and smiled at him. "I seriously appreciate this Tyler, you have no idea," I said and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a big hug.
"I know. But hey it's not just for you, its for me too."
"Oh?" I laughed and looked at him. "I get to cook and clean for you and you don't have to pay people to do it anymore right?" I smirked.
He laughed "I mean if you are offering.." he teased and I rolled my eyes. "No Brooke I appreciate your company, those other things are just a plus," he smiled and I nodded, not fully believing him but I would give him the benefit of the doubt.
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