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Can You Keep A Secret?
(Image credit: https://www.soompi.com/article/1476768wpp/bts-unveils-1st-concept-photos-for-cd-version-of-butter)
Pairing: Athlete!Jungkook x Female Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut (not in this 1st chapter tho), College AU...
Teaser: Living a double life, you were your college's student body president, ice queen and defender of women by day, but, due to your need for cash, by night you were a maid at a maid café. This was a secret, until a popular athlete walked into the café you worked at and caught you in the act! Would he keep your secret?
Word Count: 1.7k
Author's Note: Sup, peeps? Long time no see. I thought I might make a return for spooky szn, although this is not necessarily spooky lol. I hope you guys enjoy this story that is inspired by Maid-Sama and if you do and want a pt.2, message or let me know in the ask/submission box. I know it ain’t smut right off rip, which is kind of unusual for me, but beat with me…smut is on the way!
You sighed, your head turning to look out the window. It had been quite the long day, but it was long from over. You briefly distracted yourself by observing the football team's practice.
"Ugh," you rolled your eyes as you saw player number 15 throw the ball. Why, you ask? Well player number 15 was not only the quarterback, but also your school's pride and joy as he was the top athlete of your state. All of that is not necessarily bad. However, your issue with him rested with the fact that he was a womanizer and him being an athlete helped out tremendously with that. There were also his good looks, but you really could not care less about all of that. You would never a crush on a player like him. Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.
"Madam President," you heard a familiar voice state, prompting your head to turn away from the window and in the opposite direction of it.
"Ah, Jin," you smiled at the man standing in front of you. He was your vice president and also friend.
You saw him bow and then step aside to let another man enter the door. He had blonde hair and milky white skin.
"Suga, this is our Student Council President, (Y/N)," your brown-haired VP introduced you.
"Hi," you shot him a warm smile, as you stood up from your desk to go over and greet him.
"Madam President, this is Suga. He is our new council member," Jin continued to explain.
"The new finance manager, am I correct?" you asked, kindly extending your hand towards him.
"Yes, Min Yoongi, but everyone calls me Suga," his hand wrapped around yours as he shook it firmly.
"Nice to meet you, Suga," you greeted him and took a slight bow, which he reciprocated, "I suppose Jin has already filled you in on your duties?"
"Indeed, he has," Suga nodded.
"What do you take me for, (Y/N)?" Jin nudged you in the side and you let out a giggle. He then glanced down at his wrist to take a brief look at his watch and said, "Oh! (Y/N). Isn't it almost time for your part-time job?"
Your eyes quickly found the clock on the wall and widened.
"Oh gosh! You're right!" you swiftly jogged over to your desk to grab your bag.
"You work part-time," Suga posed a curious question.
"Yeah, she works at a convenience store," Jin answered for you.
"Yep," you swung your bag over your shoulder and began to head for the door, "I trust I can leave things in your hand, Mr. Vice President?"
"Why of course, Madam President," Jin replied jokingly.
"Then if you two will excuse me," you smiled and bowed as you scooted past them, "See you guys tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow, Madam President," the two of them bowed in respect as you headed out.
Your shoes clicked on the black and white checkered tile floor as you nordic walked down the building's hallway. It was already around 5:30 pm and your shift started at 8, but you had to get ready before you had to head over there. You passed by numerous students who kindly bowed and greeted you as you made your way down the hallway. Your grey skirt moved in the wind, while you stepped down the stairs. When you left the building, you were met by a crowd of girls who seemed to be swarming around something. Then you caught a glimpse of a red uniform and helmet and you immediately concluded it must have been the football team. You rolled your eyes yet again, as you tried your best to gently push past the girls who were infatuated with the star athletes in front of them.
"If it isn't our wonderful Student Body President," you heard a manly voice say from behind you.
"You look good in that skirt," you heard another voice say.
You turned to face them, your arms folded across your chest.
"Ah...the football team," you eyed them up and down with a straight face. Oh how you hated womanizers.
"So cold," the shorter orange haired one, number 11, fake shivered. His name was Jimin and he was the star running back of your team.
"Yeah...icy," the purple haired one, number 15, ugh, added.
"Are you coming to our game this Saturday?" the tall one with short blue hair asked. He was number 7. Kim Namjoon, also known as RM. The team's best linebacker.
"Yeah, you're the Student Body President. You should be there," V, number 18, the team's most reliable wide receiver added.
"I don't have time for this right now," you stated, glancing over at J-Hope, the team's top cornerback who was writing his number on a girl's hand before saying 'call me'. Ugh, disgusting, you thought to yourself. They may have been your school's pride and joy, but they sure as heck weren't yours.
"I gotta go to work. Have fun...boys," you glanced over your shoulder and waved goodbye. You had more important things to worry about than a football game filled with horny guys and thirsty girls. You needed to work and make money, in order to provide for your family and pay for your studies. Your sister was still just in elementary school and your mom worked around the clock as a nurse to try and keep the family afloat.
You let out a sigh of relief, letting your bag drop down from your shoulder, when you had finally made it home after picking up your little sister from her after school program.
"Go wash up and put on your pj's and I'll get dinner ready, okay?" you patted your little sister on the back, ushering her to go ahead and do as she was told. She was an obedient child, so she did not require much more convincing. You heard her tiny steps against the wooden floor of the apartment, as she made her way into her room.
You swiftly warmed up some of the soup you had had the night before and placed it upon the dinner table with some rice, some side dishes and silverware. The front door opened and closed and you realized it was already 7pm.
"I'm home!" your mother shouted, greeting you and your younger sibling as she entered your small apartment
"Mommy!" you heard your little sister shout, as she ran out to jump into your mother's arms.
"Hey you two," you exclaimed as you switched off the stove, "Dinner is ready!"
"It smells good," your mother replied, entering the room with your little sister in her arms.
She looked so exhausted. You could see the rings under her eyes and the tiredness all over her face.
"You should rest up, mom," you stated, helping her sit your little sister down in her chair.
"I will, darling," she smiled sleepily, sitting down in her own chair.
After dinner, you tucked your sister in and rushed to get ready. You would just have to do the dishes later, you thought to yourself while you ran out of the apartment with your work attire in your backpack. After a 20 minute train ride, you made it to the downtown area of the city and arrived at work around 7:50.
"Right on time, as always, (Y/N)," you heard your boss state, as you opened the backdoor to your workplace.
"Hey," the corners of your mouth twisted up into a smile, greeting the mature, red haired woman. Her name was Jessi, and the was one of the kindest and most understanding people you had ever met.
"Go get dressed, squirt," she said playfully before walking from the back room into the kitchen, likely to supervise the new cook you guys had just hired.
"What's up, Minzy?" you greeted one of your co-workers as you walked into the changing room.
"Hey, (Y/N)," her face lit up when she saw you, "Don't forget tonight is neko-night!"
"Oh, you're right!" you uttered, taking off your clothes to change into your uniform. Luckily, you kept your cat ears and tail in your locker, so you were good, even though you had originally forgotten about neko-night.
"See you on the floor," Minzy put on her red cat ears before heading out to the front.
After changing, you looked at yourself in the mirror, spinning around in your black and white maid dress, black tail, black cat ears and two ponytails, before also heading out to the front.
The front room was a large room that had a bright interior. It may have reminded some of a diner or something of the sort, but it was unmistakably a maid café. It was busy, as per usual, with almost all of the seats being taken. There were some familiar faces, but it was never anyone you had known from your "other life". It was an "adult" maid café, so besides serving sweets, pastries and some savory food, you also served some cocktails and other alcoholic beverages. Usually middle-aged men frequented the place and younger customers were relatively rare, however, boy you were in for a surprise.
“Well, this was unexpected,” you heard a familiar voice whisper from behind you, as you were just about to head to the kitchen with some dirty dishes. You turned around to see who was addressing you and froze.
“J-Jungkook!?” your eyes widened, while you nervously tried to come up with some kind of reply. But honestly…you did not know what to say.
“So who knew that the icy student body president was secretly a maid?,” Jungkook teased, a triumphant look on his face.
You were still frozen in shock. What were you going to do? He was going to tell the secret that you had so desperately been trying to keep from everyone to the whole dang school and your reputation would be r-u-i-n-e-d!
“W-what are you doing here?!” you whispered, angry, but also confused, an awkward smile plastered on your face as you tried not to break your cutesy and innocent maid facade.
“I was bored and I just thought this place looked fun,” he leaned in with a mischievous look in his eyes and added “oh boy did I hit the jackpot though..”
Oh gosh. What were you going to do!?
- <3 M
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14x19 Commentary
Zeta and Giuls scream together and then die.
@purpleskiesandcherrypies and @dean-winchesters-bacon won’t be joining us for this one.
I & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.
+MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary *
Zee: We fight
Zee: Not again
Giulia: Aaaah
Giulia: Not again
Giulia: Oh finally the empty again?
Zee: Yeah. Hurt again
Giulia: Who are all these people
Zee: What are they doing ??
D: You know, we lost our mom once before. But we got a second chance with her.
Giulia: Oh come on
Giulia: A service memorial?!
D: She couldn't cook worth a damn
Giulia: We’ve been knew
Zee: Is this a memorial?
Giulia: Really
Giulia: Who are these people
Giulia: So many extras
D: Mom, you weren't here long enough. But we're, uh... we're so glad for the time that we had.
Zee: From the other world
Giulia: Aw stop those fucking eyes
Zee: A memorial with beer. I’m there
Giulia: Oh sam bb
Zee: Sam
Zee: Control your face
Giulia: Ok But I don’t give a fuck
Zee: What now?
Giulia: Oh What
Zee: Bobbyyyyy
Giulia: Ok but that bitch was smiling weirdly
Giulia: See
C: A Hunter's memorial, complete with monster. Mary would have appreciated that.
B: Now that you mention it, yeah.
Giulia: Oh he warmed up to cas
Giulia: The other one
S: Yeah, Dean... seems to be doing okay.
Zee: Seems to be doing ok
Giulia: Oh baby cass baby.
B: Yeah. Maybe he's like me. Bein' teary in public's not my style.
S: hang out, talk about Mom
D: "Talk about Mom"? [ Chuckles ] Yeah. Isn't that what we've been doing?
Zee: Yeah Dean.
Giulia: Oh he not okay
Zee: Keep pushing it down
B: You know, at one time, you boys were good-lookin'.
Zee: I love Bobby
Giulia: And cas is awkward
C: You need anything?
D: Yeah, I need a drink. [ Chuckles ]
Giulia: Shit Dean, don’t we all tho
Giulia: Not this bobby I don’t like
B: What? That kid -- he killed Mary!
Giulia: I kNoW ThaT
B: An unstoppable monster who doesn't know right from wrong gets put down or the closest we can get to it. And anybody who doesn't know that needs to go back to school.
Giulia: The closer that they can get To it. Meaning the fucking box
Zee: I think I love this Bobby too.
Giulia: I don’t really. But mostly I don t care for it
Giulia: Awe poor jack Oh fuck off nick
L: Only they -- they never loved you. You're nothing to them. just a little pet monster.
Zee: Oh for the love of Satan Over and over. Shut the fuck up
Giulia: They really playing on this satan on your shoulder stuff
Zee: Can I have this car?
Giulia: Ahahah of course Of course he’s there *choking* Oh god
Zee: Oh fuck
Giulia: Don t
Giulia: NO
Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK
Giulia: NO
Giulia: HE IS NOT OK
Dumah: *high pitch* Castiel. What a pleasant surprise.
Giulia: that’s not Dumah
Giulia: Or maybe she is
Zee: I think she is. But one can never be sure here
Giulia: Oh I love her. But she feels weird
Dumah: Oh, I'm not my first choice, either, but here we are.
Zee: Sneering much?
Zee: Can Cas stop with his eyes?
Giulia: No he s beautiful
Giulia: He doesn’t wanna talk about heeeer
Dumah: So he lost his capacity for good through an act of goodness.
Giulia: Awe he feels powerless
Giulia: ...Mmm
S: We know that Mom's not sitting on a cloud playing a harp. She's in a good place Or she's in a great place. She's with Dad.
D: You know what else? There wasn't enough left of her to even try to bring her back.
Zee: Fuck Dean and his face and everything
Zee: This is wrong
Giulia: I don’t like this
Zee: Yep. Wrong
Giulia: Oooh she wants him up there...oooh NOPE Don t
Dumah: Look at the world around you, Jack. You know, there was a time when Earth had moral order. When God would punish those who did wrong and who didn't respect Heaven. But when he left, it all fell apart. You could change that.
Zee: Don’t fall for it
Giulia: Yikes
Giulia: Oh no Dumah is not that great I DON T LIKE THIS
Giulia: Well she’s not wrong
Giulia: JACK
C: I was promised every effort would be made to, uh, locate Jack.
D: Oh. Heaven promised? Great. Well, we should take that to the bank.
Zee: Cas almost can’t look at Dean
Giulia: Oooh Cas speaking the biblical words ....is it wrong that I find it hot? it is right? ....shit
D: So either Chuck came back, which [Chuckles] That ain't gonna happen, or...
me re-reading this on the 24th of May : YIKES
Giulia: I hate it
Zee: Damn He’s a kid damn him
Giulia: Ooh OH ok but that’s not that bad tho
me still re reading this after the season finale : DOUBLE YIKES
Zee: Yet
Giulia: Oh Jack is. Really
Giulia: Oh poor babe That s not a smart choice
Giulia: She gonna die
Zee: True
Giulia: I don t like this
Zee: He has to count this in the end
Giulia: Oh no Not a dream Oh jack
Zee: I was just taking your friends
Giulia: Ugh
Zee: They gone
Giulia: NO JACK
Giulia: ew
Giulia: Fucking eww
Zee: Sweet lord
Giulia: Well he not ded
Zee: Ding ding ding
Zee: The box
Giulia: Ah ah Told ya. We ve been knew
Giulia: Dean Deeean
Zee: We know that
Giulia: Oh dean Of course
Zee: Me?
Giulia: Ya he will We saw that I hated it
Giulia: Oh u fucking bitches.
Giulia: Oh and just like that..? They angels?
Giulia: The fuck
Zee: He does believe he’s doing the right thing tho
Dumah: CASTIEL! good news
Giulia: The high pitch
Zee: Higher that appropriate
J: Cass! Look! I'm making angels.
Giulia: OH MY SWEET BABY
C: Dumah. A word?
Giulia: NOW
Giulia: fan herself
Zee: Knew it
Zee: He can hear this
Giulia: Hate this
C: You're establishing a reign of terror, beating humans into submission, stripping Heaven of its mercy.
Dumah: Oh, Heaven never really had any mercy, Castiel.
Giulia: We know that
Giulia: Oh come on I liked her
Zee: Past tense
Giulia: Well she kinda gives off crazy vibes
Zee: Oh Sam’s good
Giulia: U really want this fight
Zee: Are u ok?
Giulia: I am not
Giulia: Oh cas
Zee: Buh Bye
Giulia: Oh bb . Can’t never get over Cas’ expression when he has to kill his own kind ok.
Zee: Dean needs to shut his face
Me listening to Jack saying all the right thing in such a wrong fucking way, and Dean’s anger bubbling up ...lol....I’m in danger.
Giulia: He really does, Dean blink, please
Zee: Sam too
Zee: He’s not gonna
Giulia: Oh jack
Giulia: Shut up
Giulia: Oh the lieees
Zee: Dean’s scary rn
Giulia: He fucking is Lol he looks like micheal
Zee: Yes!
Giulia: “Accident”
Zee: Damn
Giulia: Sam your face is a lie
Zee: Oh jack
Giulia: Jack babe. I’m hurting
Zee: Can’t
Giulia: Sam your face
Giulia: Sam is snappin
Giulia: Oh jack. Poor (almost) innocent
Zee: Holy fucking hell
Giulia: HATE THIS
Giulia: NO
Giulia: NOOO
Zee: Poor kid
Giulia: THIS IS SO BAD
Giulia: FUCK THIS
Zee: Long shots are kinda our thing
Giulia: OJ NOPNDOANSP
Giulia: DNAKSH
C: Dumah was manipulating Jack into doing those things She told him it would please you.
S: Cass, he's here.
Giulia: NO
Zee: Poor innocent summer child
D: He's in the Ma'lak box.
C: No!
Giulia: OH THANK. THIS IS GOING WORSE AND WORSE
D: And that's where he's gonna stay.
C: No. You're doing what Dumah -- You are manipulating him.
Giulia: CAS NOT WRONG
Giulia: AND WORSE
C: What? You just want to forget about him?
Giulia: WTF
D: I wish I could forget about him! After what he did?
Giulia: WTF
Zee: He’s gonna break it
Giulia: SCARED
Giulia: IM
Giulia: ...OH GREAT
Zee: Yep
Giulia: OH THAT S SCARY
Giulia&Zee: OH GREAT
Giulia: supernatural: how a bunch of poor choices get us through life
Zee: Motto
[PROMO]
Giulia: Can I die
Zee: No.
Giulia: But I wanna
Zee: There
Is
Next
Week
Giulia: Was that castiel losing his shit? Because i’m here for that
Giulia: I wanted him ded
Giulia: Thanks dean
Zee: Well he can’t be blamed. And he’s honest
Giulia: Nope i blame him. I know you hang from his lips ( and other) but he’s wrong
Zee: Shut it.
Giulia: Rational part zee, you know he wrong, they both are .
Giulia: They fucked up
Zee: I mean, they all knew what they were getting into. They just didn’t know how bad it would get
Giulia: The box zee, It was a real bad fucking idea
Zee: Yeah ok. U ain’t wrong there
Giulia: And dean shouldn’t have decided . Especially since we saw how fucking broken he is
Zee: Yeah, but he’s one that has been making the decisions. Since day one. It’s how they made him
Giulia: Well this season he wasn’t, Sam was in charge And dean was glad of it
Zee: Maybe. Look. I know that locking him in the box was all kinds of wrong. But that was I guess their last resort
Giulia: Lol they could have just fucking talked. Dean was still angry and mourning so that was not an option he was open to. Because he wanted to jump the kid The moment he saw him back at the bunker. So yeah...they took the easy way. Jack is like a boat waiting to be steered And now they just gave it to the storm, with a drunk captain ( hallucifer )
Zee: Let’s not forget that Dean was the one who had actually lived and remembered his mother as a kid. Getting her back no matter how crappy she was, was a gift for him. And losing her? Twice?
Giulia: Sure. And? Does that make it right? Nope
Zee: No. It makes it a bit easier to understand
Giulia: It doesn’t Because they are not kids anymore And they know better. I’m blaming the writers here zee, I wouldn’t have make dean act like that
Zee: I know.
Giulia: I mean….earlier seasons? probably, but now? nope I was under the impression they grew.
Zee: What would you have made him do?
Giulia: I don’t know right now, but honestly? what doesn’t happen in supernatural is people talking to each other
Zee: True.
Giulia: That can’t happen so what’s left?
Zee: Shove the kid in the box
Zee: I can’t wait for next week. NOT!!!
Giulia: Ugh I'm so angry, I’ve been angry since last week ep, And now I’m angrier
Zee: U think there could be another reason they’re making Dean such a “dick”?
Giulia: You can take those “” away. I don t know And I don’t care. We’ll see at the finale
Zee: That we’ll do. U better calm down a bit
Giulia: I’m actually calm. Just Yeah well ...saw that coming
Zee: Almost everyone knew what this ep was about. From the title and shit. Not many believed he’d get out
Giulia: Well I wasn’t ready for it being dean’s stupid fucking idea With some lies and deceptions on top And jack trusting them so candidly
Zee: Jack trusted everybody bb He a kid
Giulia: He knew what that box was, and he still Nope
Giulia: Just Sam face when he listened to them? Nope
Zee: Let’s hope there’s a point to this pain.
Giulia: Ugh that ep left me bitter af
Giulia: That’s how much I disliked these last two ep ☹
Zee: I was waiting for you To express your bitterness
Giulia: Oh you don’t want to open that box trust me, I don’t
Zee: Wait till the end. I think it’s gonna be so much worse If it will make you feel better. Hit me
Giulia: I’m just kinda....that’s not them...idk I feel there’s something wrong, idk I’m disliking how they got written. J2M did an amazing job, as usual, don’t get me wrong, terrific acting, but idk...dean, sam, and cas felt so alien recently idk
Giulia: 3 idk
Zee: I know what you mean. And yes
Giulia: They feel weird And real fucking far away from what I knew of them
Zee: Do you think they’re just fading a bit?
Giulia: Yep Like...washed out But it’s really the writing Because gestures, mannerisms are still there
Zee: Maybe we’re emotionally and psychologically being prepared for the end
Giulia: It’s just what comes out of their mouth and the screenplay Yeah...but still
Zee: It’s disappointing u mean
Giulia: I’m not enjoying this
Zee: I know u aren’t. And when it’s done it won’t be pretty. But maybe it will be for the best after all
Giulia: And this is why I’m glad they decided to stop, I hope season 15 gets back on track and all comes down to an epic end because this season could have been so much more, and I feel they just lost something there
Zee: I think they owe us an epic end The writers I mean
Giulia: Yeah yeah I’m talking about the writers. The actors have little to do, we know it. Jensen said it that they can do little to change what the writers did
Giulia: I’m curious to know if they would have done the same things this season
Zee: Who knows. Maybe they should let the actors write the end
Giulia: Well they said that in season 15 Jensen and Jared were going to get consulted and be part of the screenwriting So ...finger crossed
Zee: They should be. I mean, yeah they’re “vessels” but they are the ones that bring the words to life. Let’s not worry about next season. We still have the “joy” that’s gonna be the last ep of this one
Giulia: I’m so gonna rewrite this season in act 3
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24th of May note: Ok y’all don’t come at me with pitchforks and shit, this was written right after the promo for the finale ok. We still didn’t know shit. So yeah, just take it as it is.
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Kinktober 2018 Day 2: Begging & Watersports
SHIP: Cegan [Carl Grimes/Negan]
SUMMARY: FILTH. PURE UNADULTERATED FILTH. Companion to my fic Nicotine [modern!au, Carl and Negan in the kink community if you haven’t read it]. Set two years into their relationship. Carl is nasty and likes nasty things done to him and Negan is always happy to oblige.
WARNINGS: watersports (if you don’t know what that is please urban dictionary it and then proceed with caution), age gap (both over 18 tho)
W/C: 1743
A/N: @God I’m so sorry I have strayed so far from your light. loljk I’m not. I originally wasn’t going to put this in the cegan tag because I don’t want y’all to think I’m gross but then I decided ah fuck it. So just deal with my filth and if you don’t like it don’t read it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"Beg for it," Negan's voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom similar to the way it bounced between the spaces of Carl's ribs and filled up his lungs, suffocating him.
The Dominant had always had the ability to make Carl blush - it was something he was really quite proud of much to the boy's dismay... But it had been awhile since he had been able to reduce him to this much of a humiliated mess and the submissive could just tell that the older male was eating it right up. His ever present smug as hell grin was enough evidence of that. He supposed the older male had the right to be a little cocky in that moment - two years together had made it so Carl was very difficult to embarrass after hearing almost every piece of dirty talk Negan had in the book. He still flushed bright red at times and stammered when he didn't know what to say back, but this time... this time he truly was embarrassed instead of just putting on a cute show. Because this was different. This was dirty. And he wanted it.
And god damn it Negan was going to make him beg for it.
"Daddy, please, please don't make me say it," he grit out in a whine, ripping his gaze away from the other man when he couldn't handle looking into that arrogant expression anymore. He was too ashamed at the entire situation. "I already said I wanted to do it," he damn near whispered out. "Why do I have to beg?" The fact that he was naked, on his knees in the shower, bright red and achingly hard for what was to come was horrible enough.
"'Cause maybe I like hearin' that pretty little voice say all the nasty, filthy shit that I know goes on in that noggin'a yours." To emphasize his point, he leaned down and literally knocked on the top of Carl's head which made the boy shoot a daring glare up at him. "Oh boy, wouldn't look at me like that if I were you. Not in your position. I'll fuckin' make ya drink it if ya piss me off enough. Heh. Get it. Piss me off?" Carl would have shot him another glare for the stupid pun but was a little more scared of the ramifications so he kept his expressions to himself, opting to count the lines in the stone beneath his knees as a more solid distraction. "Now do what I fuckin' said."
"Please," Carl started, voice raw and wavering just a little bit. For a moment he almost considered pleading with the man again to not say it but he knew he had to if he was going to get what he wanted. He stared at the thick leather boots before him and gnawed at the inside of his bottom lip. "Give me..." he continued, nails digging into his flesh where his hands rested on his thighs. "Your... p-piss..." the last word was stuttered out, his voice barely above a whisper as he clenched his eyes shut. This was so humiliating. Wrong on so many levels. So why was his dick harder than ever where it rested flush up against his belly? He had been humiliated a lot over the last few years in the older male's company, but this... this was on a whole new level.
"Sorry, what? Couldn't quite hear ya there, sugar. You're gonna hafta speak up. And fuckin' look at me when you're talkin' - you know damn well I hate that shit."
Carl whined in frustration - a low, pathetic sound that forced it's way up his throat without warning. He steadied his breathing and tried to focus his vocal cords into properly working this time. He cleared his throat and finally opened his eyes to look up at his Dominant, trying his best not to glare at the smirk he was met with. "Please piss on me, Daddy," he said softly. It was louder this time, a little more sure of himself but no less embarrassed by what he wanted.
If it was possible for Negan's grin to grow it definitely did. Carl tried to hold back his whimper at the sound of the older man undoing his belt and jeans. "See, was that so hard, baby doll? All ya had to do was admit how much of a dirty fuckin slut you are and Daddy'll give ya what ya need." He tugged his half hard cock out of his underwear and the boy instinctively licked his lips, wiggling his ass in anticipation. Negan chuckled, stroking himself a few times just to tease the kid. "Gonna be a lot. I've been savin' it for ya." And if it was possible for Carl to turn a darker shade of red, he did.
"Here it comes," Negan grunted, positioning himself over the boy. The hot, yellowed stream of piss fell from the man's cock head like a god damn waterfall, and Carl whimpered when it struck his chest. It streamed down his torso, coating him in the wet warmth and his hand twitched against his thigh. Negan seemed to notice, though, and grunted out a quick, "Go on and touch it, boy." And almost immediately he wrapped said hand around his aching (and now dripping) cock.
Negan had been right, there was... a lot. So much that Carl was surprised it was still coming (not that he was complaining). It was so wrong. So dirty and horrible on so many levels but that just turned Carl on more. He pumped himself eagerly as the stream continued to splash against his chest and trickle downward, covering his hand and cock in the process before dripping off of him and sliding down the drain.
The humiliation of it all was overwhelming. He had never felt more filthy in his entire life than he did in that moment, jerking off like a fucking teenager while his Dominant relieved himself all over him. "Yeah, you love this shit, don'tcha, kid? Fuckin' nasty. My dirty little slut, playin' with his teeny cock while Daddy pisses all over him." Carl moaned at his words, and without much thought or warning his head fell forward and the stream was directed toward the top of his head, soaking into his hair and dripping down his face when he finally looked back up. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" Negan exclaimed, clearly shocked that the boy had gone so far. Carl was a bit shocked he did it himself but as the liquid hit him in the face (his eyes now closed, of course) and the scent and feeling took over him he almost came and had to rip his hand away from his dick to stop it. He bucked his hips up and whined at the loss of contact. "You really are a fuckin' dirty whore, god damn, baby. You're fuckin' disgusting - hard as hell and moaning like a little bitch cause I'm pissin' on your face - fuck." The stream faltered for a second and Negan grunted, causing the boy to open his eyes and look up at him curiously. "I ain't done. Open your mouth."
Carl gave him a sharp look followed by one of hesitancy. Yeah, he was gross, but he didn't know if he was that gross. Negan chuckled. "You ain't gotta swallow it - not yet at least - but c'mon, you just made me piss on your face. Ya can't tell me you don't wanna taste it." Maybe it was curiosity that had him slowly opening his mouth, maybe it was the fact he just trusted the man above him with everything he was. Regardless of what compelled him to do it, he closed off his throat and braced himself for what was to come.
The stream that started up was slower than before, and the moment his mouth was filled up he spat it out rather harshly, coughing and gagging. He didn't know if it was the taste or the action that he thought was more vile but whatever the case he spit it out as soon as he could. Negan, the useless prick, laughed above him. "Aw, c'mon, sugar, it ain’t that bad." Carl glared at him and wiped his mouth off. "You'll get used to it." He was met with a sultry wink that had his stomach flip flopping at the prospect.
The older man finished himself off on Carl's chest and the boy resumed his furious pumping of his own cock. Exhaling in relief, Negan tucked himself back in his jeans and Carl was a bit disappointed he didn't have his dick to look at anymore. "Can I...?" Carl managed to get out, slumping to the side and pressing his head into the stone wall of the shower. He was literally dripping with urine, that fact both making him a little nauseous and spurring him on even more.
Negan ignored him and walked in place a few times, his boots squelching. "Fuck, this is disgusting." He bent over and with practiced hands undid his boots in under a minute, stepping out of them and out of the shower itself to protect his socked feet. "Cum on those," he gestured toward the boots he left next to the boy. "And then clean the fuck out of them. First with your mouth, then with whatever. I don't give a fuck. If you do a good enough job there might be a reward. And then take a fuckin' shower." Carl was nodding along like a damn robot, less focused on what he was instructed to do and more on the fact he had been given permission to cum. On Negan's boots, nonetheless. And then lick them clean. Was he in heaven? Probably.
"Be a good boy, and then come find me when you're done. Alright?"
He was a bit sad the man wasn't staying for the show but at this point he wanted him to leave so he could get on with it. "Yes, Daddy," he grit out, grip tightening around his cock.
The shower door slowly closed but it opened one last time last minute. "And Carl?" The boy looked up, eyes glossy and biting his bottom lip. "I always knew you were secretly a piss slut." And with that he shut the door, leaving the boy to almost immediately start cumming and yelping when he almost missed his target.
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Might as well christen this place where I can overthink some rasslin’. Good a night as any for it. Gonna be taking notes as I go through Raw, and will publish under a readmore when done. Really long, mostly just steam of conscious. Might do a summarized thoughts later. But probably not. Summaries are my mortal enemies.
!!! Dean vs Joe! That should be a fun match! Love Joe, love Dean, and their styles should clash pretty well. Also, I love Joe’s theme. And Joe talking. He’s so damn good on the mike. He’s got a wonderful cadence, and he’s like, the perfectly articulate heel. So good.
I like the Roman drinks orange juice after he brushes his teeth sign. It’s good. I mean, it’s hella gross, but I like those kind of signs. Good stuff.
The Roman chant is interesting. I haven’t really heard a crowd chant for a face in a while. Although I think it’s still arguable whether or not Roman is a face. Still. Good to have a crowd chanting for one. Part of the problem, I find, with today’s rassling, nobody chants for the faces to come out and fix problems, because there is no real Top Face that, you know, does face things.
Congrats to the dude who’s wife bough him tickets.
Yeah, no duh it’s a trap, why’d Ro go out there on his own, that’s silly. Clearly Joe and Sheazaro made some kind of alliance last week, come on boys. Also of course look at the fight in Dean, he’s always been the one in the Shield that gets the shit kicked out of him the worst, he’s a pain magnet, that’s part of why we love him so much.
Was feeling pretty happy from that promo about Bliss and Banks fighting the first women’s match over in Abu Dhabi, but then they cut to the ring and I see a sign saying that the Browns will be the Superbowl Champs and I’ve been laughing ever since fuck me, keep living the dream my friend, keep living that dream.
Seriously tho, I’ve loved Mickey James for forever, what a legend, what an underrated gem, I hate that she’s being wasted right now.
So... I didn’t watch Tough Enough since like... idk, the third “season”, I guess you could say, and I never watch Total Divas, but... maybe I’m totally wrong, but Mandy Rose feels a lot like- just from ring attire and attitude-, a golden version of Eva Marie? And I’m not particularly interested in that. Like watching Paige wrestle, I’ve enjoyed Sonya from what I’ve seen from her on Main and on NXT- always down for some female Bruisers, y’know?- but Mandy just seems... Idk. Been there, done that, seen that character a hundred times. Unless she’s going to pull a Marlena with a... Velveteen Dream? He’s the only openly sensual sort of rassler in the WWE right now that could follow that old spirit of Goldust- and he definitely doesn’t need a handler of any kind, to be honest. But like, outside of that? Don’t care. Got the feeling she’s going to be the weak link/first one to betray Paige’s lil group.
...Omg. Matt. Matt, babe. God, I wanted him to break so bad, but I just... I mean, I’m laughing, but I don’t really see this turning out well for either him or Bray? It could be good, if treated carefully, but I just don’t trust anyone on creative to do Bray right anymore. Which is a fucking shame, because he makes a fantastic cult leader, he was so charasmatic and scary and then they took away his fucking cult and just what is even the point? Like even the fact that he never wins anything, I could mostly ignore or more not really care if even after a loss he was still like this looming, evil shadow ready to consume any and all that come in his path but- Look, point I’m trying to make here is that Bray is actually supposed to be a serious character, even if they don’t make him a properly scary character anymore, and putting him up against a comedy act- and Br/Woken Matt is a comedy act, a fantastic satire, simply the best, I love him.... I don’t know. Maybe if I knew that Matt and Bray were actually coming up with their storyline. That’d be cool, but... I’ll try to be optimistic, but it’ll be hard.
...The breaking the Woken, ehehehe, fuck you Impact.
Fuck my life it looks like someone is cutting their own youtube backstage promo against clips from Bray, I’m laughing and crying and- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW ABIGAIL AND YOU GUYS HUNG OUT IN BABYLON I MEAN BABY-LAWN? Nevermind youtube promos, this is like two kids on the playground playing imaginairy war and Bray just pulled out what he thought was his trump card and Matt’s all flip turning it upside down and now Bray’ll cry to the nearest adult that Matt’s not playing the game right, he’s not allowed to change Abigail’s backstory.
God, Bray, no, don’t make me choose, I love you both- broken warriors??? Wyatt swarm???? Could we have a whole battle royal sort of thing???????? Because I’m down, I’m so down- Stop making me laugh at your laughing you fucking dweebs I’m crying, I’m actually literally crying.
Booker looks so done with everything, poor Book.
Oh. Ohhhhh, okay, here we go, Cruiser Weights now, what are they going to- oh no, not this thing with Nia, I’m just. I love Nia. I don’t hate Enzo, but there’s no reason for- DREW! oh, they acknowledged Swann. Real quick, there we go.
...Drew’s lil’ elbow. His oooohing. HE’S WILLING TO FIGHT NIA! I LOVE THIS MAN.
What do you mean Finn’s fighting Curtis? But his neck is like, super broken guys? No, really, come on, this isn’t fair, poor Axel. I love that guy. SHut the hell up Cole, he SO needs that neck brace, he got beat the heck up by the Shield, he’s hurt. Lookit Curtis and Bo. Look at those happy babies. Even Finn’s happy. This is all I need in life.
!!!!!!!!! Curtis, no! You need- oh, sucker punch, nice. Noice. Now this might be a fight. Wow, Curtis is coming in hard and fast, I like it. Oh no!!! His neck again! Poor Curtis. Looks like it’s his curse to have to be in a neck brace for the rest of his career. I too, hope he’s okay, Corey.
Worried about the way they keep talking about Sheamus. I’ve been hearing things about him might having to retire soon, and now I’m super bummed because I actually really like that big Red Headed goof. I’m gonna miss him if he does have to leave soon. Wonder if they’ll actually give him the big singles belt one last time. Hmmm... Anyways... yeah, not sure I trust the whole Partners Barred from Ringside thing. Wouldn’t hold my breath for there being no interference.
OKAY. I’ve not seen THAT one before. Just toss the man by the knee over your shoulder Sheamus, that’s fine, it’s cool, doesn’t make me hurt at all. Hella nice submission, tho. Love me some submissions.
And THAT’s why big men don’t tend to go up on the top rope. Should listen to our beloved Gulak. No Fly Zone for Hosses.
Alright, I hated that knee when Rollins started to use it, and it’s still not the greatest finisher I’ve ever seen him do, but at least now he looks pretty confident while doing it. Makes a hell of a difference.
Hehehe, did asking if Dean had a strategy. Cmon, Renee, you should know your man better than that. Heh, thanks for the pep talk babe.
Ah, yes, and here we have a commercial for Tribute for the Troops, which I’mma watch and cry like a bitch during. Fantastic. And on the Base where I was born, too. Even Better. Looks like it’ll have some amazing matches. And maybe Machine Gun Kelly will get attacked by KO again? I’d enjoy that.
DREW!!!!! MISTER T!!!!!! HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE HIM LOOK AT HIM CALL EVERYONE BY THEIR LAST NAMES!
“Winner of the Gulak Match”- Micheal Cole, 2017
Alrighty, Swann mentioned again.
OH MY GOD DREW YOU FUCKING CUTIE SWIVEL CHAIRING AROUND SO HE CAN’T EVEN SEE MUSTAFA CLAPPING AT HIM. Drew “There’s a lotta money working with Enzo but I’m going to casually not say how much” Gulak. YOU HEARD IT HERE, PEOPLE ON THE STREET TALKING ABOUT HOW GREAT DREW IS. Drew IS honorable-ish. The chances are very slim that he’s gonna be the one that ends up stabbing Zo in the back. Much more likely that it’s the other way around. ORrrrrrrrrrr that the other boys on the Zo Train will turn on Zo, and Gulak will be the only one that stands by him, a true and loyal friend despite the fact that they’re such an unlikely friendship.
Never stop asking Drew whether or not he’ll fight Enzo. He is so bad at blatantly changing the subject and I love it, he is legit a horrible politician he’s so bad at two-facing it’s beautiful and amazing.
This just in, Davari just killed Neese with a beautiful spinning discus. I love that move. Great move. Rest in peace, Tony Abs.
I don’t know if the other cruiserweights are inspired by him, but I am super inspired by Drew. I love him. Stop badgering the man Cole. Friends can fight each other and it doesn’t necessarily mean an end to a friendship. Not... all the time.
Man, Musafa has such pretty moves. Gorgeous. I love him. Shut up Drew, it’s not disgusting. Don’t actually shut up, I love you. Oh, and look at Davari taking a play out of Drews- opps, nope, Cedric not letting that happen again- AHAHA “He’s not flying he’s falling! He’s using gravity to his advantage!” I wish we coulda seen Drew’s face when he said that.
So... I’m thinking it’ll be Cedric vs Gulak? Yep. Yep, it’s Ced- oh no, oh Drew, oh his face, he looks like he’s realized that he’s in trouble. He totally is. There’s gonna be some retribution coming Gulak’s way. He might still win via some duplicitous means- I’m thinking probably Enzo helping Drew get the win so that he gets what he think’s’ll be an easy win against his lackey. Fuck me, I love Drew Gulak, what a fantastic character, what a beautiful man.
Aaaaaand Roman vs Cesaro next. Gonna be a slobberknocker.
BUT FIRST DREW AGAIN!!! MORE DREW!!! YAY!!!! “Friendly Trashtalk”- Woah, woah woah woah, how dare you Enzo!?! Be friends with that poor boy! YOU SHUT UP ABOUT HIS POWERPOINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NIA IS BEST WOMAN, LOVE HER, LOVES THE POWERPOINTS, ALSO DREW IS SO FUCKING CUTE “hai nia...!” Seriously though if they’re going where I think they’re going with Nia and Enzo, I am NOT looking forward to it. Enzo, right now, isn’t Eddie, and Nia ain’t Chyna. Love Nia, I really really do, but they haven’t given her enough character to BE a Chyna. And Eddie and Chyna was a long, slow build, you know? They worked their way into it. You can’t just throw an oddball couple together all the time and expect it to work. Not without any lead up. Fucking give us hints and glimpses and work up to it. Don’t just throw it in my face all at once and go “Here you go, isn’t this a glorious couple!?” No. It’s outta no where, makes no sense, there’s no chemistry, please stop.
Man, I love me some Uppercuts. And some clotheslines. These big boys are gonna beat the shit outta each other and it’s great. Roman doing what Roman does best- hitting people hard. And some joint manipulation from Cesaro. Noice. Awwww.... that’s not nice, Cesaro. I’m sure like, probably more than half of that crowd likes Roman. Yeah, I’m hearing what sounds like some kids chanting let’s go Roman. Which, I mean, you know you’re at least doing something right if you got the kiddos cheering for you. Annnnnd, Imma have to take a break watching this because the fujiwara hold always looks super gross and I never wanna see someone’s arm actually break. Cat has perfect timing and has decided to lay on my face. Thanks, Cat. Duuuuuuuude, why you gonna- yeah, see, your arm’s already damaged, don’t try to punch someone with it you big ol handsome dingus. He’s still got a spearrrrr fuccccck that was naaaaasty I hate it when they throw each other at the ring poooooooost aaaand... yep, okay, just gonna nosell there for a second, alright, I get it.
Man... Cesaro might actually win this. It doesn’t make a lot of sense for him to win this, storyline, but he might. Aw... man, I miss the swing, feels like I haven’t seen it in forever.
What the hell was that, why was the ref trying to separate them? I get so confused nowadays. Used to be we could trust that if a ref did something like that, it’d be kayfabe stuff. Now refs aren’t allowed to be part of the stories, so... Eh. I miss when we had like, heel ref shenanigans. Whatever, guess I’m just old. Not a bad fight, though, in the end. Even if that ref spot was really weird.
Seriously tho, okay, when did Lesner even come into this rivalry between Kane and Braun??? That’s so random. Wouldn’t be against Braun taking that fucking title off of Brock so he can just go the hell away again. Can’t stand him, hated him when he was fighting in the UFC, hate him fighting now. Best thing about Lesner is that Heymen’s his mouthpiece, and even that is still awful because Paul being Brock’s advocate means that he’s not advocating for more deserving talent.
Yay, Asuka match where she’ll kill someone in the ring! And then’ll she’ll get surrounded by- oh no, someone else killed Alicia first. Yep, okay, so there’s finally going to be a showdown. They’ve been teasing this for a while. They’ll probably actually attack this time. But if they really wanted to swerve, they’d show that Asuka is actually the one in charge of Absolution, all along. That’d be great. Not going to happen, but I’d really love Asuka being, like, in charge of a cutthroat female gang. That’s go serious potential. Asuaka would make a great mob boss.
Three on one, whatever Booker, it’s still Asuka. Yeah, see, they wouldn’t let her just- Ooooooh, Nia! Nice. Super nice. Love it. And even Foxy! That’s sweet, lookit her being all savage. Ehehe, fucking Nia just standing there like yeah, you forgot to take out me, that was a mistake.
Hey look! It’s a Kurt segment that doesn’t start out with him looking at his phone! And Jason being mature!!! I don’t trust it. They’re gonna turn this boy heel. Yeah, okay, there we go. That’s more what I was expecting. Duuuude, don’t tease me with an Angle Joe match. I miss those. Those were fantastic, and I know that you’re not going to give them to me.
I hope Deans feeling a bit better now. Last couple of times I’ve seen him fighting he’s seemed kinda foggy and outta it. I worry about him.
AHAHA- Aj’s been Nice? He put a man threw a car window. I mean, that man was a McMahon, and I kind of loved it, but still? Pretty sure even after his face turn he’s pretty solidly on the limbo between the good and bad list this year.
If Jason costs Ambrose this match Imma not be happy. I’m really looking forward to this match. Joe will actually let Dean be, you know, creative with his brawling. And that’s where Deano’s best, when he’s allowed to be unorthadox. And Yeah, yeah, Ambrose is definitely looking more all there. ‘S’good. Man, I’d kinda love for Joe and Ambrose to get in a match where Joe finishes him off in a coquina clutch and Dean doesn’t tap, he just passes the fuck out. That’s such a glorious face move, refusing to give up even as your body gives up on you.
Loving the way Ambrose is bounding off the middle rope, tha’s beautiful- oh! A slap! Nice! That’s a beautiful mistake.
Jason’s enjoying the match. Good. Me too. JASON, NO. YOU STAY WHERE YOU ARE. STOP WALKING. Oooooh, good save there, Ambrose. That’s my boy. Dude. Dude, no, Jason, don’t- what in the world is going on here? Fuck me, Jason is going to cost Dean the- fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk, DAMMIT JASON. Yeah, yeah, okay, now you’re in trouble. I DIDN”T MEAN THAT I WANTED AMBROSE TO SLEEP IN THIS MATCH, ARGH!!!!
So, uh, Deano vs Jason next week? Or for the next year? Because let’s face it, Ambrose holds a grudge foreveeeeer.
Hey, Titus!!!! Apollo!!!! And... Dana... yay... Oh! The good brothers! I wish that I could say Nerds with such vim and vigor. It’s a serious gift.
Also yay, no one got killed as Braun made his way to the ring???
Okay, come on, we all know Zayn and Owens ain’t getting fired, Daniel is going to get Shane out of the picture and take over the role as ref so it’s actually fair. Or like, idk, Hunter or Steph are going to come out and fuck someone over.. Maybe Randy will turn, because, you know, he’s got a connection to Trips and also he’s been a face for like forever in Viper years and also we’ve got that unresolved stuff with Hunter giving the Universal Championship to Kevin, soooo.... Either way, someone getting screwed, and I’m pretty damn sure it ain’t going to be out canadian boyos.
Eheheheh, reinforcing the ring. I hope they break it in two. I love that shit. So much fun. Because I’m apparently still a baby.
Ummm... Pretty sure Kane’s most monstrous moments involved his various kidnappings of pretty ladies. Or the time he tried to kill his Paul Bearer. But you know, what do I know, I’ve just been literally watching Kane since he first premiered AS Kane. Sure, yeah, most “monstrous” thing he’s ever done was thrown a man in a trash collector. Yep. That’s it.
A countout??? Boooooo... Also... who’s going to go fight Brock now? Someone’s gonna get Kayfabe murdered until there’s only one left to fight Bork.
Okay, they seriously need to stop with the whole fucking with people’s throats thing. I don’t like it, it worries me, and also they make choking gagging noises which sets off my own gag reflex which is not fun.
oh hey, look, Braun became insta-face by bringing out a table. I love how easy to please wrestling fans are sometimes. Kane? You okay? That trip looked nasty.
OOOOOH!!!! BRAUN HAS INHERITED THE MONSTER SIT UP MOVE!!!! THAT’S SUPER EXCITING!!!! That looks like a passing of the torch to me. I like it. I like where that could be heading. Yes, good, good end to Raw.
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The last drop of the 40 ounce smelled like fish paste. Of course folks don’t never taste the final bit; the tongue quits on folks then. Cold spit from the iron tonsil stones. His grandmother’s uncles knew, voices bellowing from loins choked into blood but not bloody submission. This had been the trouble with this breed: the mouth hole, which seemed to the less iridescent, dieux soi disant much too burning and expansive. How do these things taste a damn thing? (Blacks got six stomachs and wide noses.) They must just smell it; that’s why they noses so wide. Them uncles ate mullet on sweet days, but the last bit too cold, frigid even. That’s why it killed his great uncles and was close to killing him. He pursed his lips. Still too cool to taste, which is why you don’t taste it, you smell it. The smell was searing, seeping in and underneath the smell of the dumpster he worked in. The true tenants smelled the last drop before anything else, before his shoes or gloves or two mobile carts that he used to haul their junk to the city dump 15 miles from the apartments. All these objects had a peculiar taste to him, for at times, when no one was around the dump, he put his mouth around these things. He wet his tongue with his shirt, holding it up with his teeth when he had to relieve himself. He tore his gloves off with his two incisors (sometimes this helped the stomach rumbling in the fifth stomach), and he spit in his cleanest cart on summer nights, when none of the real tenants felt merciful enough to let him stay in the stairwell of their building lobby. All the lovely tastes. But he couldn’t taste this final bit, and although you already know why because I just told you, he didn’t know why. He hadn’t put it in the thin lady’s refrigerator. She cooked fish everyday for her five sons. She left him the leftovers every third Sunday. Teach a man to fish.
The tenants thought they would receive blessings. They never talked down upon him. A few of them tried to make his job easier, stacking metal junk on the side of the dumpster, leaving cardboard and overflowing garbage bags in his carts. In return he treated them with the highest respect, but not because they ain’t protest his existence; rather, he idolized them because they knew he existed. He forgot he did a while back, especially when he took the first sip of the 40 ounce. His mouth’s tongue stroked the brim; merely a feeble suggestion of the sensual because how could one possess sensuality on the fringes of existence? At any rate, his mouth honored the mouths of his ancestors as he began to reject his being. The liquid had an excursion ahead of it, or maybe an escalade. As he took the first swig, a man approached with a trash bag. The maintenance man, small-mouthed and well fed.
“Alright now, how we doin’ today.”
“Alright now Mr. Randolph, I’m makin’ it just fine. How you makin’ it now?”
“Blessed and highly favored.”
The maintenance man threw the trash on the grayish mobile cart. The cart’s gray looked slightly less luminous than the gray that surrounded the two men. One man turned to leave.
“Weather ain’t too bad out here today is it, Mr. Randolph?” His jaws curled as his mouth rung out, almost in desperation, desperate to shrivel.
“Show’ll ain’t” the maintenance man replied, allowing his back to communicate his supposed disinterest.
“Mr. Randolph.”
The maintainer kept walking without turning back. It wasn’t disinterest at all, for most people kept conversation short, lest they find themselves on the end of a moral dilemma about whether or not they should donate a quarter. The maintainer was scared of him.
God bless him. God damn him. I know that nigger heard me. Ain’t shit no way. Who he think he is? Uncle Charles was a property manager. I can’t ask Frieda for no money! Charles would damn near kill me. You don’t need. You don’t need. You just can’t get right. Go ‘round telling people ‘bout some no good nephew. They ain’t got nothin’ I don’t got. Niggers just like I am. Blacker too! Black as hell. God I know I oughta love Randolph. You know he busy; he gotta get to fixin’ up them sinks. He bring me some good stuff every now and then. I got ten dollars for that refrigerator last month and two for his old can opener. “Alright now, how we doin’?” We. One flesh like Pastor Davis and Frieda on Thursday evenings. Davis and Randolph old lady too. Who is we; who know me?
“I’m tryna make it, Mr. Randolph sir; it’s mighty rough outchea’ you know?”
“Blessed and most high, my brother, and I got some fresh shit for you here.” I show’ll need a little something to wet my tongue, all this humidity in this gray. Gray be making me mighty thirsty.
“Mr. Randolph, this some gray outchea’ ain’t it? Make somebody real thirsty don’t it?” Lord ha’ mercy. My tongue parched. “Mr. Randolph! Mr. Rand.” To hell with it. Fool ain’t my brother. Agape Frater what Davis say. I ain’t seen Randolph in church. I may as well quit dwell on it. I need a suit to go to church. Ain’t no use in goin’. God, I done asked you for a favor. I’m thirsty, feel like I’m burnin’ up! Mr. Randolph made in God image eyes no. Ears neither. Nah nah, they see me. I’m show’ll glad they see me. They my brothers, but they don’t talk loud. Mr. Randolph got a child voice. Dear, baby Jesus, give Randolph old lady strength. She bow down to a child on some days. She need a black strap, hey hey! A strong mouth, real strong mouth! That’s what I got, lord knows. Lord willing I get somethin’ to sip. “Show’ll ain’t” good weather. All this gray make my mouth dry.
A younger man approached, dressed like a storefront preacher. His sermonic fabrics ensnared two iron pans and a ceramic container for the well fed, god-fearing, and faux jouissance seeking folks.
“Hey Mr. Beard! If I had yo’ hand I’d turn mine right aloose.”
The younger man gave a slight chuckle. Soothsaying? His mouth curved slightly but expertly, as if the curl had been rehearsed.
“Is that for me, young man? You can just set it right there. Don’t want you to get nothin’ on your $40 shirt.” The pan and ceramic dish fell into the blackish cart, the more used of the two carts, sturdier, earthier, but much more damaged than the gray. “Those kids ain’t driving you crazy is they?”
“No not yet,” replied the religiously dressed man, “I’m takin’ it…”
“Kids something else nowadays, son. Back in my day they showed respect for grown folk, you know.”
“Yeah, I take it one day at a time,” replied the younger person.
“Job like that make a man need a heavy drink, something cold, eh Mr. Beard?”
“I don’t drink.” The young man began to rotate his Holy garments.
Strange fellow must be.
“Well look here, Mr. Beard let me ask you: You know where Robinson Street is? I need to get there in ‘bout five minutes for a job interview.”
“Well I would; I have to take my brother on a job interview on East.” The lie almost had no reservation. The youngster’s mouth didn’t even taste the deceit.
“Oh really? East eh? Where he working at there? Big money over there, don’t it. The old East”.
“Oh jus’ a cook. He might get it. Ain’t much money in that though, cooking up beef.”
“Oh no, not like teaching them bad ass kids. They getting on your nerves yet, Mr. Beard?”
“Nah, not yet they ain’t.”
“Job like that make you need a real strong drank ain’t that right, son? I’ll tell you what I do make you need ‘bout two or three. Ain’t got no massa’ degree like you. These people throw out some heavy stuff I tell you. Like that leather sofa up there down there. Likely 40 pounds on each side! And I tried to cut it with a saw Ms. Pope gave me. You know Ms. Pope up there on C- 16? Yeah she had a saw her husband used to use before he died. And do you know that thing was still heavy even broken up? Lord. Have. Mercy! You know Mr. Beard, Mrs. Pope got ‘bout six and a half kids. All boys. Sometime they help me lift some of this shit up to the dumpster. Some heavy shit Mr. Beard. Might be a little too heavy for you. That big leather sofa: my goodness! And don’t get me started on them hot water heaters. Things still got water on the inside of ‘em most of the time. Some hard work, son. You know, I ain’t got no massa’ degree like you now. Show’ll is some hard work what I do.”
“I imagine so,” the younger man replied. “Well I’m gonna get on in and cook this food.”
��Alright Mr. Beard, what you cooking tonight, poke chops? Eat them and you be sleeping sound after don’t it? Might sleep past time it is to go to work. Say what time you get up for work, ‘bout seven; probably later than I huh? You probably still in the bed when I get up eh, son? Just dreamin’ away, dreamin’ way! Dreamin’ you pull up to the school in an all black limousine with tinted windows and something cold to drink in every cup holder. Everybody see you, and you sigh: ‘Look at me now, look at me now.’ Look at me now there!”
The younger man uttered a laugh (reminiscent of the chuckle), false as the lies his clothes told worshipers, and began his rotation and descent.
“Alright, Mr. Beard.”
The young man left him in a stupor of vinery bliss, a black bliss.
Ah, I’m almost at the last lil’ bit. Don’t never last too long. Ole’ Mr. Beard. Dress mighty fine. Always got something on his neck. Don’t dress like most black folks oh no, dress real sharp. What happen when you get that massa’ degrees. Get some mo’ money and wear them $40 shirts and what not now. If I had my hand I’d turn yours right aloose. Them kids drivin’ you crazy at that school house ain’t it? “Not yet, Mr. Beard, not yet.” Mr. Beard I need to get the spot on Robinson, get a lil’ mo’ here since I’m runnin’ out you know? Know ‘bout this here don’t you. Yo’ work probably be wearin’ you out eh Mr. Beard? “First, I have to take my brother on a job interview on East.” Somethin’ strange ‘bout a man who don’t sip, but he a good man. Young man. I’m old. We both is black tho’. Between you and me, Mr. Beard, I kinda like being black. Mr. Beard, you a lil’ light. A little light, haha; talkin’ to a teacher gotta be proper ain’t it, Mr. Beard. This weather out here make eye get mighty thirsty though, Mr. Beard. “That’s true Mr. Beard, show’ll mighty true indeed. It’s gon’ get dark soon though, Mr. Beard. You gon’ be alright out here in the night?” Yeah, son, I’ll be just fine. We already black no way. You black ain’t you Mr. Beard? “I am, I am, I is. Show’ll is.” Right on Mr. Bea
“MASSA’! Somethin’ smell like fish!”
Mrs. Pope and Mr. Randolph sittin’ in a tree/Mr. Beard cookin’ up some poke chop for me/Me and Uncle Charlie fishin’ in the sea/Then we gave Davis fried brim so he could preach! My mouth feel mighty swoll.
“SEE ME!”
A tenant looked from her window and motioned for her mother to watch the mise en scène noir. Each act, he performed expertly, as if he wasn't acting, as if he was instead the playwright.
“I AM, I AM, I IS, I WAS!”
The bliss began to fade, and his mouth began to shrink.
“I was, I was, I was” he faintly whispered (or whimpered).
Man need a heavy drink, Mr. Beard. Why don’t you sip Mr. Beard? It make me forget. What you mean? Forget how big my mouth is. Especially when you get to that last lil’ sip, Mr. Beard. Can’t hear yourself right? Can’t hear myself right. Thank Mrs. Pope for the poke chop! I remember it real good. Mr. Beard when you comin’ back to take me to Robinson for that job interview? You can’t get no job say Charlie, old fool. But Lord when I do. I’m gon’ gone up there to Randolph house and spit at his door. If I still have some spit left by then. You will, Mr. Beard. You think so, Mr. Beard? You is mighty smart after all. But your mouth used to be much bigger see. That’s ‘cause I ain’t got no massa’ like you; by the way, what you got cold to drink in there? That’ll help my mouth right on ‘long. This last bit will give you just what you need.
He smacked his lips, unable to recognize the gray suffocating his outbursts: “COLD POKE CHOP”, unable to taste or to even feel his tongue in his shrinking mouth. The fish smelling gray rushed down, but settled at the center of his black throat. His black throat began to shrink into the void of being.
POPE EYE IS RANDOLPH BEARD I IS!
His eyes shook at his final demonstration of being.
EPILOGUE: Few wept.
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