#plump patsy

[adelaidedrubman]

MUSIC MONEY + WAY TOO MUCH WIP

i was tagged by my loves @simplegenius042 @shallow-gravy for music monday, thank you!

have been recently possessed to do some finishing damage to my spotify wrapped by working on the america’s sweetheart verse playlist, so here is track number one from that. sorry after so many weeks of no music monday to let everyone down by not having a hl&s fishing themed song to share, but it is at least still 90s country and my favorite kind of jestiny soundtrack feature: songs with innocuous upbeat lyrics that become extremely dark when actually applied to her situation

she used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows / sign her letters with x’s and o’s / got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls / she’s gonna make it in her daddy’s world / she’s an american girl / an american girl / well, she’s got her god / and she’s got good wine / aretha franklin and patsy cline

aaaaaand here’s some america’s sweetheart actually dotting her letters with xxx’s and ooo’s. pretty lengthy excerpt, so reminder there’s always no pressure to read! also warnings for vulgar sexual banter and references to sexual situations, psychological and emotional manipulation, passing reference to retaliatory leaking of intimate messages, and jestiny catchall warning

Jestiny’s shoulders shook hunched over the table as her laughter deepened into low booms shaking through the flimsy walls of the trailer, half hugging herself as she looked up at Andrea with eyes bulging wide and gilded with a hot blaze of mania. 

Her laughter sputtered to a stop with a punctuating snort as her smile tightened and tugged to the side, her teeth digging into the scarlet painted plump of her bottom lip and a dimple sinking into her cheek. “Pretty fuckin’ good, right?”

“Good? Good? It’s deranged, Jestiny,” Andrea said plain and clear, lowering herself to sit atop the coffee table so that she was eye level with Jestiny. “You’re using a pen name to send sexually explicit love letters to an incarcerated mass murderer who kidnapped and tortured you. That’s the least ‘good’ sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s like, a gag —” she replied with a wave of her arm and a few huffs of laughter that sounded far more strained this time. “Don’t you get it? I’m catfishing him!” She tapped her fingers against the pages in a short, frantic drumroll. “Did you know it was called that, by the way? Catfishing? Flynn taught me that. It’s pretty —”

“Jestiny, I fail to see the humor in —”

“And you know they also call it ‘phishing’ when they send you those fake emails that steal your password and give you a virus? It’s like, how do you fish with a computer —”

Yes, of course Andrea knew — she was the sender of most of the emails, anytime she needed to lock Jestiny out of her social media accounts. 

“Why the hell would you even want to catfish him?”

“Well, why the hell do people go actual fishing, for that matter?” she asked with a frustrated roll of her eyes. “Why do people put in the work of buying a rod and baiting a hook to catch something they could have probably saved money just picking up at the fuckin’ supermarket? Why do people do anything?’’ She shrugged. “I did it because I knew he’d fall for it.”

“Why —” Andrea asked with eyes still pleading for a real answer, because that might have been the closest thing she’d ever heard to honesty from Jestiny, and maybe not all hope was lost after all, “Why would you even want him to fall for it? What were you hoping to gain?”

“I don’t know, I —” she threw her arms up into the air; rolled her eyes more dramatically. “Build his trust up, then see how far I could push it. Maybe it’s one of those situations where over the years I lure him into confessing to a bunch of unsolved murders nobody’s pinned on him yet. Win an investigative journalism award and get a bunch of headlines about how brave I am for facing my own trauma to bring closures to other families, or what the fuck ever. Maybe I just humiliate him by leaking his Dear Penitentiary House letters to the tabloids. I’ll play it by ear.”

“So you started doing this — paid for a P.O. Box under a fake name in a city two-thousand miles away from where you live — without even having a desired end result in mind?”

“No, my end result just so happens to be a moving target.”

“And why would you catfish him with the name Gertrude Winston?”

She scoffed, easy and airy, the third roll of eyes once again softened to playfulness by a sweet flutter of her lashes. 

“Well what name would you have wanted me to use, Andrea?” she asked with a gentle, patronizing rise. “Would you rather I had fucking wrote him saying I’m Madison Hughetits — a happy and successful heiress and model in LA, until I saw him on TV and felt suddenly I would find it far more fulfilling to be a stay at home mom to a prison baby conceived from ninety seconds of under the table visitation room action?”

“I would rather you not write to John Seed at all, per —”

“He woulda seen straight through something like that,” she continued undeterred, tapping two fingers against her temple. “But a letter from Gertrude — a lonely older widow from Clearwater who thought he sounded very polite when he spoke to the judge and had sad eyes that made her wonder what his childhood was like?” 

Jestiny dropped the fingers from her head with a swift snap, swooping the hand down to jab against the stack of papers in the same motion. “That’s someone he writes back to. Someone he feels safe telling things to, because he thinks she’ll just feel so special he’s paying her attention at all. Someone he opens up to, because she’d never dare betray him. Gertrude gets results.”

Andrea’s jaw dropped, in spite of herself. Jestiny always found a way to shatter her normally unwavering professionalism. “You —”

“Now, of course, I did send him a few of the Madison Hughetits style ones, so he’d feel smart for seeing through ’em and let his guard —”

“You need help,” Andrea interrupted in stern command, desperately trying to keep a firm grasp on the reins of the conversation. “I mean it, Jestiny. This is…” She shook her head, gesturing towards the pages. “This is beyond the pale, even for you. You need serious help. Whatever is going on in that head of yours, you — You need to share it with a mental health professional. Please. You need help.”

Jestiny scratched her nose, rubbing a hand across her mouth as she scanned the pages. She looked back up at Andrea with two slow, owlish blinks of confusion. 

“I read that BetterHelp ad on the podcast just last week.” She tilted her head to the side, brow furrowing with hurt that looked oddly genuine. “Do you not even listen to my podcast?”

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[caffeineghostie]

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 615

Estimated Reading Time: 3 minutes

Warnings: vague mentions of past smut, fluff? bad writing?

A/N: hi! this is my first time ever writing something. like seriously, ever. English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any mistake. Also, I wrote this at 2 am so it's probably not the best lol, but thank you for reading!

Also, feedback is greatly appreciated :)

You wake up awfully early for a Saturday, as you normally prefer to spend as much time as possible under the comfort of your blankets on the weekends.

Stretching, you exhale happily. A pleasant ache runs through your body, reminding you of yesterday evening. 

The delicate light of dawn filtering from the curtains fills the bedroom, the sun is barely up, it must be really early. You smile, turning to gaze at the profile of your boyfriend Bucky, who is still sound asleep next to you. 

He looks so peaceful. Your glance follows the profile of his forehead, down the slope of his nose, and contemplate his plump pink lips, slightly parted.

God, his mouth. You can feel it roaming all over your body, tender, the sweet burn of his beard still between your thighs. 

Scooting next to Bucky and curling up beside him, you pepper a kiss to his jaw, careful not to wake him. You inhale his scent, he faintly smells of cologne and something else that you can't quite place. To you, he smells like home. 

You get out of bed, picking up his t-shirt and putting it on, too big for you, not bothering looking for your pajama bottoms.

You head over to the en-suite bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth and freshen up a bit. In the mirror you spot the love bites that he left on your neck and shoulder, gracefully following along the edges, smiling to yourself. 

You exit the bedroom, checking one last time on Bucky, only to see him still heavily asleep. You carefully close the door behind you and slowly climb down the stairs, humming to yourself. 

You find yourself in the kitchen, the coolness of the tiles under your bare feet, and you are mesmerized by the sight before you. The sun is gradually making its way up in the sky, painting the apartment of a gorgeous golden hue, the big window in your kitchen allowing you to witness to such an incredible view. Maybe you should wake up early more often. 

"Friday, please put on some music," you ask the AI, and instantly the notes of "Always" by Patsy Cline fill the room. 

You prepare the coffee, filling the coffeemaker with water and freshly ground coffee powder, the powerful aroma filling your nose. Turning on the stove, you place the pot on the fire, and you toast some bread. 

Humming to yourself along with the song, busy spreading butter on the warm bread, you don't hear Bucky coming in, noticing his presence only when he hugs you from behind. 

"Good morning, doll". His deep morning voice is just loud enough for you to hear over the low melody.

"You're up early", he chuckles. He is toasty against your back, his arms engulfing you, the cold metal one creates a contrast against your skin. He kisses your neck, his beard tickling you. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you,” you apologize. 

"You didn’t, doll, don't worry", he reassures you, "the bed just isn't the same without you. I missed you", he adds, continuing his ministrations down on your shoulder. 

You lay down the bread and the butter knife on the plate and turn around to meet his blue eyes. Smiling, you tuck one strand of his hair behind his ear, while holding his cheek with the other hand.

"Hey", you whisper.

"Hi baby", he smirks, looking down at you. 

The intense aroma of fresh coffee fills the air as he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, the first of many for today.

You both start swinging to the music surrounding you, as the city gradually wakes up on your perfect Saturday morning.

[ellaenchanting]

Staged Hypnosis (aka Hypnovember Day 3: Stage)

Mirna sat in her seat in the theatre, waiting for her cue.

“And if you WANT to be one of our amazing volunteers- one of the STARS of our show tonight- it’s time to COME ON UP TO THE STAGE!” shouted the hypnotist.

Mirna jumped out of her seat and excitedly walked to the stage. She tried to project an air of nervousness and wonder as she passed Eva (Ms. Mesmera, she reminded herself) and took a seat. Mirna fought back the urge to give her a quick wink. That would be dumb. It would easily give too much away. 

No one needed to know she was a plant. A confederate. A stooge.

After all, Eva needed enthusiastic volunteers to make a good show. And,  although neither she nor Mirna really believed in hypnosis, having someone on stage who was willing to act out and be entertaining would inspire the rest of her patsies to play along with Eva’s suggestions. 

That would make Eva happy. 

And making Eva happy made Mirna happy.

Of course, Mirna had once also believed hypnosis was real. In fact, after volunteering at her first hypnosis show, she had waited backstage for almost 30 minutes to meet the amazing Ms Mesmera to tell her how hypnotized she was. She wanted this captivating woman to know how much fun she had on stage. She couldn’t wait to be hypnotized again.

But when she finally got into her dressing room, Eva smirked at her declarations.

‘Hypnosis is bullshit,“ she said, dismissively.

“What?” asked Mirna. “But I was just…”

Eva stopped her. “You THINK you were hypnotized on stage tonight. That’s understandable- many people who come to my shows do. But really, what you were doing was pretending.”

“Pretending?” asked Mirna. “But- no! It felt like you were controlling me! Like you were directing what I did and what I thought!”

Eva sighed and nodded.  “That happens too. Tell me, do you generally find yourself wanting to make others happy? Do you want to be accepted?”

“I guess,” said Mirna.

“Do you like when you have a clear idea of what to do best? Or are you the type that likes to be confused?” asked Eva.

“Oh no, I definitely like things to be clear,” Mirna said.

Eva nodded. “That’s what I thought,” she said. “So- you were pretending, but you already had such a strong desire to feel good and be accepted and have a direction that it became really really easy for you to pretend. It was easy because you were doing things you really wanted to do. So you convinced yourself that you were hypnotized so you could keep pretending and enjoying those feelings. You’re just a really, really good pretender. So good, you even fooled yourself.” 

“I am?” asked Mirna.  Eva had sounded so certain. “I guess I had never noticed that about myself before.”

“Oh yes,” said Eva. “It’s a very special personality type you have. That wasn’t hypnosis, though. “

“What’s the difference?” asked Mirna.

“Well, if there were a hypnosis, people who were hypnotized couldn’t resist suggestions- they’d have to do everything a hypnotist says.  Like on TV. And they’d kind of be mentally asleep while their body carried out those suggestions. But you didn’t feel like that on stage, right?”

She hadn’t. In fact, when Eva had been on stage, she had felt hyper-aware. And- Ok, she might have blanked out a bit right after Ms Mesmera said “sleep!” but- maybe she had just been pretending? After all, she could remember everything Ms. Mesmera said. And the woman had also told her she was a really good pretender.

“I guess not,” she said. “But..uhmmm..I did kind of feel like I couldn’t resist your suggestions., Ms Mesmera” She blushed. That had definitely awakened some interesting new desires in her.

Ms. Mesmera smiled. “Call me Eva,”  she said. “And you could resist suggestions, you just didn’t want to. You acted them out because that felt good to you and you’re the type that likes obeying naturally. So you obeyed. And it felt natural.“ She casually reached over and started lightly tracing Mirna’s arm. Mirna found herself focused on the slow, deliberate motions. She felt spacey. It was almost like Eva was trying to hypnotize her again.

But that was silly, she thought. Eva had just said hypnosis wasn’t real.

Eva’s motions continued. “You know, if you were hypnotized, my having that kind of power over you might be scary. Or you might feel like you had to be on your guard around me to make sure you didn’t take in a harmful suggestion. But- knowing that hypnosis is pretend can help you feel a lot easier. I’d imagine it’s much more….relaxing that way. After all, you don’t have to worry about those things if you’re just pretending. You can just know that you’re safe and you follow along with everything because, deep down, you really want to do those things. Right?”

“Mmm” said Mirna. She could feel herself smiling. Eva’s voice was so nice…

Eva sounded amused. “Do you want me to pretend to hypnotize you again?”

“Yes please,” murmured Mirna.

Before she could think, Eva’s finger was touching her forehead. With a simple uttered “sleep”, Mirna was hypnotized.

But! Now she knew she wasn’t really hypnotized because hypnosis was fake.  She giggled at herself internally. Then she tried pretending to be even MORE hypnotized.

It felt amazing.

“Now Mirna,” she heard Eva say. “You and I know that you’re not really hypnotized. But- I picked up that you really, really like PRETENDING that you’re hypnotized. So- I’m going to do is give you a hypnotic suggestion to respond to. I want you to pretend that you really really want to kiss me.”

Did Mirna want to kiss her? She wasn’t sure. But she knew that she could pretend to want to kiss her. She was a great pretender. Mirna imagined how it felt right before she kissed someone she really liked. She thought about the light buzzy feeling in her head and how sensitive her lips got.

“VERY good. You can really feel that now, can’t you? I wonder if that will get even stronger when you look at me? Go ahead and open your eyes now.”

Mirna opened her eyes and looked right at Eva’s lips. She was right! Her desire to kiss her grew even stronger. Eva’s lips were plump and red and Mirna wanted nothing more than to press her mouth against them. She wondered how Eva would taste.

“Do you want to kiss me now?” asked Eva. “You can ask me if you do.”

“Please,” Mirna found herself saying. “Please let me kiss you.”

“A little louder, please” said Eva.

“Please let me kiss you!” said Mirna.

Eva smirked.“Oh, all right.”

Mirna leaned forward and pressed her mouth to hers. God, she was amazed at how much she really wanted this. She probed with her tongue, then moaned when she felt Eva take control of the kiss.

After a few minutes, they separated.

Mirna took a moment to catch her breath. “So- I was able to pretend that really easily. Does that mean I really wanted to kiss you? Deep down?”

Eva looked at her seriously. “Yes. Being able to pretend something like that means you really want it.”

Mirna tried kissing Eva again, this time not pretending.

It was true! She apparently did really want to kiss her!

Later on that night, Eva helped Mirna discover a lot more things that she would be able to pretend strongly. Things she really wanted deep, deep down.

Eventually, she even pretended that she wanted to go on the road with Eva and be her plant in the audience at hypnosis shows. And, through pretending, she discovered that it was really true. How exciting! She thought she had left her adventurous days behind her, but Eva was showing her a whole new side of herself. 

And now, as she waited on a chair on the stage, she knew that she would pretend for her tonight- just as hard and as eagerly as she ever did. They would have an amazing show and fool people into believing that hypnosis really did exist. And when they got backstage, Eva would teach her more about this wild, creative, sexual side of her personality that she had never previously known she had.

[heyho-simonrussellbeale]

At first, it seems that this three-way collaboration might be a little off balance. Sir Simon Russell Beale cuts such a commanding figure in the opening scenes that he puts his younger colleagues, Patsy Ferran and Eben Figueiredo, in the shade. This is very much a text-based version of the Dickens classic, but does that inimitable festive voice come across clearly enough?

Long before the end, though, any doubts are laid to rest. Nicholas Hytner’s vision of Scrooge’s journey into the supernatural delivers an enchanting mixture of the traditional and the modern. There’s a modicum of spectacle on a stage strewn with boxes and chests, but this production doesn’t bombard you with mince pies or sentimentality. In an age when CGI can do just about anything at the multiplex, the director reminds us that our imagination is still our best friend.

Russell Beale already has a Scrooge credit under his belt this season — he provides the miser’s voice in the dance-based adaptation just released in the cinemas. At the Bridge, he gives us a besuited accumulator of pennies whose girth and stiff-necked pomposity generate memories of Charles Laughton in Hobson’s Choice.

The three actors share out the text, slipping between different voices. Ferran starts as a suitably self-effacing Bob Cratchit and, as well as taking on a spectral guise later, bulks up with a scarf stuffed under her waistcoat when she portrays a portly gentleman trying to persuade Scrooge to donate to charity. Figueiredo, sporting an incongruous Ali G-style voice at the beginning, plays Scrooge’s nephew before morphing into Marley’s ghost and a giant with a fruity Indian accent.

The parade of characters comes thick and fast, and the two junior players grow in stature all the time. Figueiredo simpers as Mrs Cratchit. Russell Beale goes one better as a coquettish plump sister, while a puppet becomes a thoroughly convincing Tiny Tim. Rose Revitt, the set designer, and Bunny Christie, who is credited for “Season Framework design”, have created spare but evocative backdrops. The illuminated chains hanging above the stage exude a ghostly menace, yet, seen in a different light, they could just as easily be festive paper chains.

Grant Olding’s music is subtly woven into the mix too, as are video images by Luke Halls and Zakk Hein. There’s some full-blooded wassailing too. It’s perhaps not the ideal show for younger children — there’s a good deal of spoken text and shifts in mood to absorb — but as a celebration of what Christmas meant in the past and what it can still mean in a secular present, it’s just about perfect.

[reverieinsimlish]

Shift Change

“When they were calling for those three beds from one day, I have to admit I was happily thinking not for us!” Lara said with her usual sassy aplomb and mashing the best button, the one for the ground floor and parking lot.

I leaned back against the side of the elevator and crossed my legs as it started to whoosh down. I felt relieved to get off the floor without getting a new patient whose paperwork would keep me stuck in the hospital far past the end of my 12 hour shift, too. “Yeah,” I agreed, “was worried for a minute they’d bring them up at 18:55 and we’d have to take them.″

She laughed, “They love to do that!”

“And it isn’t even Shelley day!” I added, referring to Wednesdays, when one urologist notoriously turned procedures meant to go home into overnight stays at shift change.

The elevator stopped on the third floor. Two secretaries, going by their maroon scrubs, entered. Middle aged and graying, I knew Molly, since I occasionally had to retrieve special wound dressings from her. The other, I didn’t know. I assumed she must work in obstetrics, a wing I hadn’t visited since the last time I had a baby, almost 8 years ago. 

Patsy, the shift supervisor stood nearby, looking at her phone. “Hold the door a minute,” Patsy said and Lara pressed her stubby thumb with its tomato orange nail polish on the door open button while Molly held her arm in front of the door. 

I had seen the out of order sign, and knew that only one staff elevator was running that day. Two nurses in gray scrubs and cloth caps sewn from pastel printed fabric rounded the corner. Operating Room staff wore that color. They squeezed past the plump secretary into the elevator and Patsy followed. 

One of the OR nurses carried a red bio-hazard bag with a rounded lump about 18 inches long in the bottom. I had just returned from a hiatus this week, and hadn’t met this pair. Curious, I wanted to ask what they had, but I shouldn’t. And if I had, they couldn’t tell me.

“Where you headed with that? Lab?” Lara asked, her finger hovering over the level selection buttons.

“Morgue,” Patsy answered. 

Lara and I exchanged a look. The floor we’d stopped on only housed surgery and, more ominously, obstetrics.

“Is that-- Is that from today?” the younger secretary asked. She had make-up on and her blonde hair pulled into a high pony tail. She stared at the bag with a frown, her eyes bulging.

“Yeah,” Patsy said, with a tone of voice that implied DUH!

A hush fell over everyone, but Patsy just kept thumbing her phone nonchalantly. Suddenly, I couldn’t take my eyes from the bag, trying to judge the size and shape of the contents. When an aging OR nurse had brought back a patient from PACU, I remembered she said that one suite had delays because of a D&C  add on. But the thing in the bag seemed way too big and solidly formed for that kind of procedure. It couldn’t be what I thought it was. 

We all filed out of the elevator and down the hall solemnly and silently. The morgue was three doors down from the time clock, so we all trudged in the same direction. The younger secretary walked right by the clock until Molly scanned her badge and the familiar bing-bong sounded. 

“Oh, Lordy!” the blonde exclaimed, turning around and returning, “I nearly forgot to clock out!”

Patsy and the OR nurses passed us with their burden. The secretary, Lara, and I scanned our badges and made for the exit. I glimpsed Patsy opening a small bottom drawer in the morgue as I went by. Molly beat us all to the door to parking and swiped her badge again and we heard the short beep that indicated the door would unlock for a few seconds. She opened the door and Indian summer heat wafted over us. 

“What did you mean, from earlier?” Lara asked the secretary once the four of us trailed down the ramp.

“Dr. Merritt did a D&C this morning. She hardly looked pregnant, though...” the girl answered.

“Surely they’d treat a baby with more dignity than throwing it in a bag and lugging it out like trash!” Lara exclaimed and hefted her tote higher on her shoulder. I’d worked with her a couple of years, and I could tell she was getting indignant.

I covered my mouth with my hand. I agreed. Every stillborn I’d seen as large as that bag had been dressed. Had photos taken. Spent time in the room letting the family say goodbye. Taken away by morticians in small caskets. But, they’d been wanted. What would they do with an unwanted... body? I’d already made plans to meet friends at the bar after work, but now I thought I might need something stronger than a glass of wine. 

“Oh God! You don’t think that was!.... That?” the young secretary stammered. But we all thought it. It didn’t make any sense, but we thought it anyway.

Every shift in the hospital was emotional Jenga. I built up my defense structure in the morning, then some situation punched a hole in it and more stress stacked right back up on top. It might be a rude doctor or family member. It might be a heartbreaking situation. It might be the overwhelming feeling of needing to be in three or four places at once and only able to be in one. The idea that the place I worked would so callously handle a dead baby tumbled my pieces across the table top.   

Lara suddenly stopped, “Wait a minute! Dr. Easter was doing that BKA! I bet it was the leg!”

I stopped next to her. “The leg?” My eyebrows furrowed. I remembered Wendy said something about needing to get her BKA prepped when she asked me to help her by checking another patients finger stick and hanging an antibiotic. I thought about the dimensions of the bag. “Was she a large lady? Do you know?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, “I had her a few months ago when they amputated just the two toes!” 

“They take that to the morgue?” the blonde asked.

“Yes!” Lara shouted.

Molly stopped at the ruckus and turned around. “Yup, that was the leg!” She laughed at us, “You guys are somethin’ else!” She trundled off, still shaking her head.

We started walking again. A leg. I sat in my stifling car waiting for the air conditioning to make it tolerable and cackled to myself . A leg. It was terrible. A woman lost half her leg. It was a tragedy. Still, it was just a piece, and she’d live. I decided wine would work, after all. Somehow, I could stand a leg in a bag. 

[sublimerhymes]

A Bush Christening by Bajo Paterson

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross’d ’cept by folk that are lost, One Michael Magee had a shanty.

Now this Mike was the dad of a ten year old lad, Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned; He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest For the youngster had never been christened.

And his wife used to cry, ‘If the darlin’ should die ‘Saint Peter would not recognize him.’ But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived, Who agreed straightaway to baptize him.

Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue, With his ear to the keyhole was listenin’, And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white, ‘What the divil and all is this christenin’?’

He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand colts, And it seemed to his small understanding, If the man in the frock made him one of the flock, It must mean something very like branding.

So away with a rush he set off for the bush, While the tears in his eyelids they glistened — ‘’Tis outrageous,’ says he, ‘to brand youngsters like me, ‘I’ll be dashed if I’ll stop to be christened!’

Like a young native dog he ran into a log, And his father with language uncivil, Never heeding the ‘praste’ cried aloud in his haste ’Come out and be christened, you divil!’

But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug, And his parents in vain might reprove him, Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke) ‘I’ve a notion,’ says he, ‘that’ll move him.’

‘Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog; ‘Poke him aisy — don’t hurt him or maim him; ‘’Tis not long that he’ll stand, I’ve the water at hand, ‘As he rushes out this end I’ll name him.

‘Here he comes, and for shame, ye’ve forgotten the name — ‘Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?’ Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout — ‘Take your chance, anyhow, wid ‘Maginnis’!’

As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub Where he knew that pursuit would be risky, The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head That was labelled ‘Maginnis’s Whisky!’

And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P., And the one thing he hates more than sin is To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke, How he came to be christened ‘Maginnis’!

[meshugana1]

Tit for...

This is the fulfillment of two very similar requests. Enjoy.

   Life was hell at Diana Penebscott’s School for Gifted Women, for some that is. By looking at it’s student population you’d be fooled about just what most of the girls are gifted with. It would be damn hard to find an IQ higher than a hundred, and even harder still to find a bust line below double D’s. They exist though, and unfortunately, all of both categories belong to my friends and me. What kind of asshole god sets things up this way? Even the faculty represent this disparity well. It wouldn’t be so bad if they let us alone, but something about perceived weakness makes them dig in their five-inch heels. “Well, well. If it isn’t the itty bitty titty committee! Gonna work up some science to fix yourself flatsy?” That was practically their war cry. The other girls and I, not given the boon of boobs, just naturally gravitated towards each other. It was a survival mechanism.

   The faculty never lifted a finger for us. Half of them sported chest that were just the same as their students, and the other half were alumni that enjoyed the current status quo. “It’s just playful hazing,” they’d say, “don’t let it get to you.” That in and of itself wouldn’t have been to hard, save for that traitorous viper Alexis. She was one of us once, the underclass at the school. That and my best friend. But then last summer, her “daddy” bought her into the popular girl's favor. We all watched as she came bouncing onto the campus in a low-cut shirt, so painfully eager to show everyone her new chest. She instantly gravitated past us and our weak waves into the embrace of Wendy, the head cheerleader. Why an all girls college with no football team needed to pour money into a cheer team was beyond me, but they were there, and like many other institutions they formed the top of the student hierarchy. They welcomed her with open arms, and I…I was actually stupid enough to think that this might be a turning point for the school. I thought that maybe she might show the other girls that we weren’t different, that it was all skin deep. But the day after, she was there, shoulder to shoulder with all those other bitches as they hurried mockery at us. That would’ve been hard enough, but she was the first one to grab a tomato from the salad bar and aim it right at my face.

   I’m not entirely sure which part of her betrayal sent me over the edge. I was never mean to her, never a cross word. I wasn’t catty with a single one of them, yet they hounded all of us to no end. All because they won the genetic lottery. All because of those fucking tits. Why did I have to be born smart? Why can’t I just be like them? And, naturally, when I thought the pit I had slipped into couldn’t get any deeper, who should come up to me but Alexis? “Hey there, couldn’t help but notice you looked a little down. I’m sorry about that, but you know how it is right? Gotta show I can hang with them. I’m sure you’ll develop a little bit more one day. I mean, if I could give you some of mine I would, ya know? But wishing won’t make it so. Toodles! By the way, you might wanna stay away from the common area, we’re kinda staking a claim to it. Bye.” Even the way she spoke to me was different. Like she thought all of it was just a part of some game. But as the hatred crystalized in my blood, I couldn’t get that line out of my head. ‘If I could give you some of mine…’

   The steam of the hot showers clung to the nubile young bodies of the women and cleared away the sweat and toil of their expansive routines. “Alexis,” Wendy said, “you did well at practice today and all, but you seriously need to stop talking with that flats patsy, understand? We have a reputation to maintain.” “I know, it’s just kinda fun to string her along. She still thinks we’re friends, isn’t that sad?” “Totally, she just needs to like move on and focus on her stupid book junk. Don’t forget to wash up everything, looking good is ninety percent of the job.” Alexis gleefully did as she was told. No matter how many times she looked at her new breasts she simply couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that they were hers. Her father paid well for them too, it took a very well trained eye to see any falseness to them. Her fingers tickled along their underside, still surprised by the way they curved perfectly into her cupped hands. At first she was determined to be different, to not succumb to the way of the other girls. But she couldn’t help seeing things differently now. Breasts were a real gift, and she wasn’t about to waste hers on her former friends. It was so difficult for her to resist the subtle slippage of her hand down to her moist entrance. But she was snapped from her pre-onanistic daydream when she heard a gasp over the hissing of the showers. “OMG, Alexis! Look at your butt!”

   Wendy gaped in quiet shock as he underling swung her torso around searching for the best angle. Wendy and the entire cheer squad watched as the newbie’s butt began to undulate. As if it were being pumped with air then deflated over and over. Alexis felt stinging friction on her ass and spun in place trying to catch the cause. Each revolution gave more detail to the women. Alexis’s ass was quite plump, but as she turned once it looked a little bit flatter. Even more so on the next turn. Her hips caved in and became like twigs. Her hands were frantically slapping at her toneless bottom, almost like she thought it was asleep and tried to wake it. It was like she never had an ass to begin with now. The squad had developed a collective pit in their stomachs as the newbie’s ass vanished. Alexis grabbed what barely counted as a lump of flesh at the base of her spine. Tears mingled with the metallic water of the showers as she slunk to the floor. Too shocked to notice that her most loved breasts began to pulse as well.

   Alexis only noticed when her heaving sobs pushed her ribcage into her crossed arms. She had spent years feeling her flat chest against her arms as she cried, but now she derived terror instead of comfort. Her arms flung away and she saw her implants fade into her torso as if they had been punctured from the inside. “Jesus Alexis! What kind of implants did your dad like, buy you?” There came no answer. All Alexis could see was her father's fifty thousand dollar present flush away, as well as any chance at popularity. Alexis was afraid to raise her head. Her ears twitch in anticipation of the volley of insults to be cast her way. Fraud, liar, cheat. But when none came, she did look, and she saw as each one of her squamates breasts began to pulse and whither before her unbelieving eyes.

   The shower had become more tears than water that day. The squad had left without notice. The next day as classes began, they all assembled in the common area. All of them was stuffed bras and padded pants. None looked convincing. Wendy especially, her development was early, and the idea of stuffing never occurred to her before last night. Many of them still cried heavy tears as they looked at all their flat friends, reminding themselves of their own low state. “Well. Well. Well. Look at what we have here. The newest branch of the itty bitty titty committee. See anything familiar ladies?” Alexis recognized the voice of her old friend, but nothing else. It was as though she had been hit by the puberty truck overnight! Her breasts were mountainous and plotted their eruption from behind the flimsy buttons of her shirt. Her hips had become so large that her skirt was riding up her thigh. You could land a jumbo jet on that ass. Alexis and the squad stared openmouthed as she began to speak. “You know Alexis; I was pretty mad at you. But know that I know how good it feels to have a nice pair of sweater melons, and an ass that has caused a fender bender, I think I understand you. Too bad you girls couldn’t hold on to these puppies. I mean, I’d share some with you, but I don’t want to. Toodles, losers.” The squad watch her spill on a heel and strut away, mesmerized by the perfect sway of her ass.

   That was incredible. I mean…wow. Who would’ve thought catharsis could feel so good. I wasn’t kidding about how good these felt. Holy shit. Just the way they bounced freely as I walked, the attention they drew, and the tension between my buttons is making me so freaking hot. It’s amazing what a few nanites can do. It was a brilliant idea to put them in the water supply. I can take as much of their curves as I want, then redistribute the wealth as I see fit. Of course, one should ask themselves in this situation…why stop with the cheerleaders?

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[butiaintgonnaloveem]

Crapulous

Characters: Dean, Reader, OC Patsy

Word Count: 2700-ish (whatttt?? that’s it??)

Warnings: Language, alcoholic consumption, sass

A/N: The morning after an alcohol-soaked case, the reader is doing her best to recover with little-to-no help from Dean. I wrote this for @seenashwrite‘s 200 followers celebration. Prompts are bolded throughout the fic. I also managed to sneak in the Hiatus Challenge prompt from @thing-you-do-with-that-thing. *Nash, although I didn’t sign up for it, there’s a bonus prompt in there, too!! Many thanks to @idreamofhazel and @kayteonline for being fabulous and helpful betas. As always, feedback and constructive criticism are welcomed and appreciated!

I groan as I feel sleep drifting away from me. My head is rocking and bouncing with the potholes in the road, but I fight it, desperate to hide away from consciousness and the hangover that would come with it. The beginnings of it already start to creep in on me, my body sore and achy, the foul taste of hard liquor remnants coming alive as I lick at my dry mouth. My eyes scrunch further shut and my nose crinkles in displeasure as the heat from the sun beats down on me.

“Nooooo,” I moan, feeling the immediate jack-hammering to my skull, making my brain throb as I start to wake. “Oh. Bad.”

A feeling of nausea rolls through me, my stomach quivering as it threatens to heave up its contents.

“Well,” Dean says, gratefully gently, “Good morning, starshine.”

“No,” I grunt, cutting him off and making him chuckle.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m dying. I don’t ever want to drink again.”

“Aww, come on. Can’t be that bad.”

“Shut up.” I whine. Completely pathetic.

“Hey. Don’t pass out on me again.”

I wave him off as he chuckles to himself again, and once I swallow the nausea back down, I resettle myself to pass back out. I’m just finding the sweet spot when I feel the car swerve then start to shake and rattle, the loud thundering from beneath us jolting me upright as I cling to the dashboard.

“Ohmygod!”

Dean turns the wheel, pulling the Impala away from the rumble strip along the side of the highway. “You gotta wake up, we’re almost in Hays.”

“Ugh, again?” I look at him, my face scrunched up in pain. “Can’t we just go home so I can die in peace?”

He purses his lips, at least pretending to think it over. “No can do. I’ve got a date with a plate of bacon and a sweet, sweet woman.”

“Dean, it’s unhealthy.”

“Look, leave the bacon alone-”

“No, not the bacon - Patsy. Because you - prolapsed rectum that you are - are infatuated with her, whose cobwebby old snooch, by the way, I can smell from here.”

“Pshh,” he shook his head at me, “You sound jealous.”

“You. Wish.”

Twenty minutes later, Dean pulls off the highway and into a lot overgrown with weeds and rogue patches of grass. The restaurant lacks a sign out front, and if it weren’t for the huge, dingy windows, no one would have known people were inside. Dean quickly hops out, waiting as I force myself from the car, every bit of me protesting as I go.

He pulls open the creaking screen door, following as I walk through first, and lets it slam shut behind him. The short, leather-skinned waitress pushes through the kitchen door, mouth curved into a wrinkled frown.

“There’s my special lady!” Dean shouts from behind me, making me cringe. I glance to my left, noticing a group of college kids looking like they’re still going from the night before, and on the other side, a few other stragglers who seem just as confused as I am as to why they are there.

“Well hey Dean, Y/n. Go on, sit down, you’re blockin’ the breeze,” she says, shooing us away from the entrance and the swiveling fan that pulls in nothing but dry, hot air from outside.

Dean shoves me into a booth, just settling in as she places down two waters, condensation already dripping down the sides of the slim glasses.

“Didn’t expect to see you so soon. You keep up with all these visits and you’re gonna make my husband jealous,” she croaks. Her sandpaper voice, perfected by about 80 years of smoking at least 2 packs a day sends my skin crawling with irritation.

“Which husband is that - number four or number five?” I ask, rubbing my head on my palm.

She tilts a hip, setting her hand on it. “Four. And if I have my way, Dean will be my lucky number five,” she responds matter-of-factly.

“Ohhh, Patsy, I’m yours. Just as long as you vow to make me that pie of yours.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” she scolds him. “You’re gonna be my trophy husband. Can’t let you go and get all plump on pies.”

“More like consolation prize,” I mutter.

“Please honey, this boy is arm candy and you know it,” she emphasizes with a bony finger pointed at me. Dean sits up a bit straighter, pleased to be so blatantly objectified as I roll my eyes, regretting it immediately as the movement strains my eye muscles.

“So what am I in this whole situation?”

Patsy eyes me up and down for a moment, clumpy mascara chunks sticking together as she lazily blinks.

“I’ll let you be his mistress. I’m sure he’s got the stamina for it, and Lord knows you ain’t got the brains to lock him down before someone else does.”

I bark out a laugh, setting off a fresh wave of pain in my head. “More like I’m too smart for that.”

She gives me a pointed look, droopy eyelids hanging down despite the eyebrow she’s raised.

“What? I am,” I insist.

“Right, because you walked into ‘Stripper’s Discount Warehouse’ and said, ‘Help me showcase my intellect.’”

I drop my mouth open, amusement and shock hitting me in equal measure. Dean slams a hand down onto the table, making the silverware rattle as he tries to contain his laughter.

“Patsy, go easy on her, she’s had a rough night.” He gestures at me and I glance down at myself, assessing whether or not I look as awful as I feel. I’m still wearing my ‘bait’ outfit that helped me blend in with the rowdy, drunk crowd from the night before. It’s more than a little off-kilter; I wipe under my eyes, pulling away the residue of eye makeup.

“Well, Dean, if that’s how you leave the ladies the morning after, I might have to reconsider our relationship.”

“Please, Patsy, you know I’d treat you like a queen.” He grabs her hand, holding it tenderly.

“And I’d never let you out of bed to see the outside world again.” She winks. “Now, let’s get some food in y’all before Y/n here goes green.”

Dean smiles and shakes his head in awe. “I love you.”

She pats his shoulder condescendingly as she walks away humming ‘Looking for Love,’ refilling a few coffee mugs and jotting down an order for the cook waiting at the griddle.

“So, fill me in on last night. I’m guessing the bloodsuckers didn’t give you too much trouble?” I ask, sipping the water and letting my fingers trail along the condensation.

“Nah, it was pretty easy to get the location of the nest. However, you...at last call, that’s a whole other story.”

“Yikes.” It’s as much of an apology as I can give at the moment, but he accepts it. I dig an ice cube from the glass and pop it into my mouth, “Next time, I’m dangling you for bait.”

“What? I don’t get an encore?” He smirks.

“An encore of what?” I ask with a tilt of my head. Desperate for the pain to go away so I can focus on remembering what happened.

His smirk spreads into a wide smile, his eyes shining with mischief. How he looks so good while I feel so terrible just makes me more frustrated and ready to backhand him. A flash of red and green zooms past before I hear it plunked onto the table, drawing my attention away from our staring contest.

“Quit makin’ eyes at my man and drink up,” Patsy interrupts.

I turn to her, getting a stern look in reply as she nods at the table. A short glass of thick, red tomato juice with a huge celery stalk sticking out of it rests before me, which I stare at suspiciously.

“Hair of the dog, hun. It’ll perk you right up.”

My stomach rolls and Dean laughs at the gurgle.

“Oh, well, I hope that’s got some whiskey, and some tequila, and let’s see -  does rum sound right to you?”

“I'll be...ugh….bathroom,” I mumble and gesture as I scramble out of the booth, tripping on anything and everything on my way. A watery belch escapes from my stomach, burning on the way up.

“Gross,” I whisper at myself, trying to ignore the giggling from the table of college kids that got an earful.

The bathroom smells like piss, and wet dog, and more piss - not helping my uneasy stomach, but at this point I'm sure puking would make me feel worse. I hover over the seat, weakly tugging at the fabric at my hips to pull it down, until the urge becomes too much and I shove them down, letting out an ahhh of relief, followed swiftly by a confused, “What the -?”

After taking a moment to wipe some cool water over my face and clean up the smudged makeup and drool marks, I do my best to walk back without wobbly legs, barely making it before collapsing back into the booth, sliding across the vinyl to unflattering noises, grateful to have to put little to no effort into sitting.

“Dean?”

“Yup?” he asks, popping the ‘p’ harder than necessary. His bottom lip is stiff and trembling as he tries to hold onto a straight face.

“Whose underwear am I wearing?”

Before I get two words out he's folding over in laughter.

“Fucking tequila,” I spit, angry at drunk me, and more angry at Dean for enjoying it so much.

He's trying to form words between laughter, but only gets out snippets that don't make any sense. “The band...and these paper hats...he had beef jerky...and you...and you…” He gives up as I stare at him flatly, not following a damn bit of it but certain I had violated at least a few local ordinances by his reaction.

“And what did you do that whole time?”

He digs his phone from his pocket, wiggling it in his palm. “Surveillance.” He winks.

My head hurts more. My brain rattles in my skull with every hard beat of my heart, the blood struggling to pump through my dehydrated body. I close my eyes and wrap my hands around the glass of tomato juice, hoping what's in there is enough to provide relief until we get back to the bunker. If Dean’s this thrilled, I must have done something good, but it's all blank, hours lost to a haze of alcohol and loads of blackmail. God Damn it.

“For I am a sinner in the hands of an angry God.” I attempt to sound repentant.

“Prayers won't help you with this one.”

I open my eyes, staring at the cocktail in my hands and the absurd celery stalk standing in it like it's a Magic 8 Ball, ready to provide me with an answer as I continue my prayer. “Bloody Mary, full of vodka, blessed are you among cocktails. Pray for me in the hour of my death, which I hope is soon. Amen.”

“That was very moving.” I look up, surprised to see Patsy there with a tray of food and a smirk on her face. She sets the food on the table in front of us, moving things as she pleases to make room.

“It was something,” Dean laughs, shaking his head back and forth, staring at his phone screen.

“I'm too hungover for this.” With a groan and all the speed I can muster, I reach across the table, barely snatching the phone from his hand before he can react and dropping it right into the thick, red juice sending it splattering across the table.

I pick up the glass and hand it to Patsy. She takes it gingerly between her fingers, eyebrows lifted in disbelief.

“Patsy, dear sweet angel that you are, can I please get another? There's something in this one.”

“Waste of vodka,” she grumbles, walking back into the kitchen.

Dean has his head resting on his fist, a bored look in his face instead of the angry one I expected. “Feel better, sweetheart?”

“Maybe.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Why?”

“Sammy’s got everything backed up. The cloud, ya know,” he waves a hand in the air, “Now all you did was piss off Patsy.”

“Whatever, she knows you're an ass.”

“Blue ribbon ass.” He takes another bite, talking through his food. “Don’t forget, I’m a prize.”

“You sure are honey,” Patsy croons at him. “But darlin’, you mistreat this girl right here and I don’t care how sweet that ass is, I will beat it up and down main street.”

Patsy sets another drink down in front of me, sending a nod of solidarity my way as she sets Dean’s napkin-wrapped phone in front of him. I finally take a sip, only slightly gagging as I push more alcohol into my system.

“Careful, Patsy, I might like it,” he calls over his shoulder as she walks away.

“So would I,” she hollers as she pushes through the kitchen door.

“Could you be any louder?” I whine, grasping my head in my hands, wanting nothing more than to sink down into the seat and go to sleep again. “Next time you’re the bait.”

“You just wanna see me in a skimpy outfit.”

“I’m gonna puke.”

“So, the case,” his picks up, muffled by a mouthful of food, “There’s good news and bad news.”

“Lord, take me now.” I pinch my nose in frustration.

“Okay, ignoring that. So, good news, the plan worked and we drew out the nest.”

“How could there be bad news?”

“We still gotta take them out.”

“Excuse me? H-how? I mean. Why?” I watch as he shoves more food into his mouth, ignoring me.

“Yeah, so it looks like we’re still on clean up, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

“Oh, I liked that show,” Patsy chimes in, breaking the tension as she fills up Dean’s half-empty coffee mug. “And, ya know, I like them Twilight vampires, too.” She walks away, not adding anything further to the conversation.

Dean’s face curls in displeasure, his voice dropping low, “Oh, Patsy. No.”

“Patsy, yes.” I smile sleepily. “You know, opposites attract. I can see why you like coming here so much.”

“Shut up.” He wipes his hands and face.

“So,” I gulp down more of the cocktail, “Where are they?”

He stares down at the egg residue on his plate, swirling it with the tines of his fork. “They’re, uhhh, West. Just over the Colorado border.”

I squint. “Dean. That’s where we just came from.”

He glances up at me, lips pinched shut as he chews. His eyes wide with a fake look of surprise.

“God damn it, Dean!” He freezes and I lower my voice. “You mean to tell me you just dragged my hungover ass two hours away from our hunt for some breakfast.”

“Not just breakfast,” he insists, shaking his head. “Patsy.”

“You’re seriously obsessed. Are we sure she isn’t a siren or a witch...or mayyybe some kind of rogue leviathan hybrid -”

“Please don’t ruin this for me, Y/n.”

“What if she’s got the whole town under a spell, and we’re screwed because she’d dumbed us down with food…”

“Please stop,” Dean begs, eyeballing the skillet in front of him.

“Oh no no no. Just imagine, we’ve got her cornered, torching this godforsaken place, but we’re too dumbed down to move, and like, a big sweaty fireman carries you out of the burning building and you think - Yeah, okay, he’s gonna give me mouth-to-mouth - but instead he just starts choking the shit out of you, and the last sensation that you feel before you die is he’s squeezing your throat so hard that a big wet blob of drool drips off his teeth, and just - flurp - falls right onto your popped-out eyeball.” I finish describing the scene with my hands clenched around the air.

Dean stares at me blankly, chewing uneasily on the food in his mouth. “That was cruel.”

“What was cruel? Something wrong, hun?” Patsy stops, nodding at Dean’s unfinished plate.

He gives her a skeptical up-down. “No, no, just gotta, you know, hit the road again.”

“Love ‘em and leave ‘em. Typical.” She shakes her head as she slaps down the bill. “Til next time, darlin’.”

He watches her shuffle away, eyes shifting between the waitress and me. He leans in, whispering, “You don’t really think? I mean, it’s Patsy.”

“Seriously. Grossly. Infatuated.” I shake my head in disbelief, “If we check her out and she’s clean, I won’t come between you again, I promise. Now let’s get back out there and you can tell me about what happened to my underwear before this vodka wears off.”

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[gxldhouse]

𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

WHEN ⌳ Saturday, October 20th, 2018 WHERE ⌳ Peggy Sue's, Yermo, California TAGS ⌳ Aiden Morrison and Juliet Richards SUMMARY ⌳ Summary and gif is under construction

                ❝ cause it was after that his body had started to grow with         unexplanatory feelings. some kind of realness that made it clear their                          time together had only just begun ❞

J: they had been on the road for three hours but it seemed longer. while she normally loved his old music, that amount of time could tire out anyone and of course she had to abide by his rules: no touching the radio, no makeup on his seats and try not to get them both into an accident. after all, his car was his first baby, something she had to constantly compete with. but tonight it didn’t matter, they were at a diner, their hotel was just a few minutes up the road, they can finally enjoy their weekend. and for the first time in two years it was their first vacation, something that made her radiate with excitement.       as they parked and walked into retro diner, she took a moment to admire the vintage aesthetic. the colors, the jukebox, everything was how it wouldn’t be in san diego, that's why she loved it. sliding into a booth, she waited for aiden to join her. “so it’s been three hours and i haven’t misbehaved so does that mean you’re gonna buy me a beer ‘cause i’ve been so good?” A: of all people, juliet had to be his all-time favorite to bring on trips like this. sure, others were fun too, but no one kept up with his baby trapped inside his other baby. not to mention the fact they were alone, away from friends and family, only to be surrounded by strangers who didn’t know their story. yeah, it was all a breath of fresh air. the thought of it made him smile, cause they sure needed it after the last couple of years. stuck in los angeles like a couple of grounded teenagers. no, they deserved this freedom. and as he followed after the beautiful brunette, he checked on his chevy one last time before entering the diner.      curious like always, he had to check out the jukebox to make sure ‘i fall to pieces’ by patsy cline was playing by the time he joined his girlfriend at the booth. “you say that like i have a choice,” he frowned while grabbing the menu in front of him, a smile tugging at his lips. “what d’ya wanna eat?” J: it was always good to get away, especially from the worries about finding a job and making every end meet with another. getting away from her family and the few friends she had. granted, aiden had more to get away from considering he had an actual job and a brother living in the same city. shaking her head, juliet looked up at aiden, a smile radiating on her lips. leaving her phone in the car, she went for his hand as they trotted in.      as the sweet tune filled her ears, the girl couldn’t stop smiling, not missing her bitch tendencies as they sat down. “good choice,” she looked over to the jukebox. as she slumped back in the booth, she extended her legs to place her feet in his lap from under the table. “don’t know. the strawberry waffles look good. i’m not a big fan of the whole soup and salad diner ordeal. what are you getting? let me guess, bacon burger?” A: “really now?” he doubted, not even sure if she was joking or not. she had listened to his music and his music only for hours and she still hadn’t cut his head off; a real keeper that girlfriend of his. slightly palming her ankle, eyes wandered across her features while trying to catch every word she said. “so you’re not having a salad?” he smirked along with a frown. “of course, bacon burger… and maybe just a tiny bite of your waffle.” J: “well,” she started, looking up at him, “it’s not the worst thing you could’ve picked. at least it’s not zeppelin for the fourth hour in a row,” she teased gently, careful not to poke too much fun at his favorite music. she knew better than that. she smiled and let out a laugh as he pressed his hand against her ankle. “i’m not getting a salad, i’m on vacation, i can eat what i want,” she mused happily, biting her lower lip. “a bite means half for you, would you want me to eat half your burger?” A: aiden couldn’t help but let out a huff. “baby, you don’t wanna go there,” he hummed, at the same time squeezing her leg, like some kind of gentle warning. her laugh was all he needed right now, a side she wouldn’t normally show everyone else. when they stumbled upon people they ‘knew’ she was anything but nice - mostly just… throwing sarcasm and fake smiles in their faces. “you’re your own boss, alright,” he said, raising a brow at her comment. “you already know the answer to that. we’ve been driving for what; three hours? and you want a tiny waffle?” he smiled, adding confusion to his features.  J: juliet couldn’t help but stifle her laugh, his hand on her leg making her take his warning. no one spoke ill of his car or his music, not even. then again, no one said anything revolutionary awful about her, unless it was to her face but they could both hold their own in their own way. “can i be your boss too? i’ll give you a really good bonus,” she nodded with a cheesy wink, leaning her head back against the booth. “exactly. but yeah it’s a big waffle! look,” she slid the menu over to show him the picture of the food. “it goes with strawberries and a side of toast and if you’re nice to me i can save the whip cream and eat it off you later.” A: he knew he could be a dick when it concerned his baby #1, but juliet could take it. she knew the importance of the chevy and his music (and alcoholic beverages). however, he didn’t want her to get bored, so maybe let her play a couple of songs from now on. whatever. “i’m a terrible employee, wouldn’t recommend…” pursing his lips, he leaned over. “ah, i forgot… we’re still in america,” he mumbled when roaming the menu. the size of all these dishes was insane, but then, he could manage. he could always manage. resting back in his seat, aiden’s face turned awfully inquisitive as the topic went over to what was gonna happen later. “and with ‘nice’ you mean?” J: she never took anything too seriously when it came to his car or his music, he was just being a guy and while juliet rolled her eyes to it, she respected him for caring so deeply. “i could let you be the boss but you were the boss last time,” she said with a pout, sticking out her bottom lip. “never thought you would complain about portion control,” she joked, pressing against his leg with hers. “by nice i mean not eating my waffle,” juliet smiled as the waitress came over, wearing a ridiculous get-up that only servers in diners would wear. they put in their orders and juliet leaned on the table and put out her hand. “would you call me gold digger if i asked for a quarter?” A: “yeah, so?” he smirked, her pout and doe eyes not stopping him from letting her win. “i’m not, i just think i should help you-you know… eat it.” shrugging, his lips turned into a grin for a mere second. “well, that’s no fun.” he was almost complaining, aware of how hungry he was - something about diners… always got him ravenous. he glimpsed the server and let juliet order first before (quite eagerly) adding on his bacon burger to the mix. by the time they had left, a snicker fell out his mouth. “i’d call you desperate,” he said while placing the coin in her hand.  J: jules scrunched up her nose and rested her chin in her palms, being oddly playful for how grumpy she tended to be after long car rides. for someone so small, she hated to be in small spaces, enjoying the luxury of things aiden-sized. “maybe. if i’m not done with all of it at the end, then you get free reign but no stealing my whip cream. you got that, morrison?” she couldn’t help but laugh, the whole setting making her feel at ease with everything since they got there. taking the quarter, she got up from the booth but not before kissing him on the corner of his lips and then walking towards the juke box. putting in the change and flipping to the disk that played everywhere by fleetwood mac. a smile pushed its way onto her plump lips, moving her hips slightly at the machine before she trotted back to aiden but not until she got a few twirls and spins so her dress rode up a bit. taking a seat, she pushed the hair out of her face and reaching for his hand. “like my choice?” A: she was lightening up the entire diner, and aiden couldn’t help but love it. a smile tugged on his lips when being called ‘morrison’, doing nothing but nod his head, knowing better than mess around with her whipped cream. “yes, miss richards,” he mumbled and pursed his mouth. eyes were glimpsing her the moment she got up, as always charmed by her spontaneous pecks, didn’t matter where she put them. nevertheless, he never said ‘no’ to admire her from afar - her frisky figure swooning everyone at the diner with her smiles and her joie de vivre. it wasn’t something she often put on her canvas, more so with her rude sarcasm and roll of eyes. aiden found every side of her perfect. why? hell, he didn’t wanna go that deep into his cheesy and overly-romantic point of views. a light hum left his lips when she made quite a show on her way back, already identifying fleetwood mac playing from the old speakers. “you know well you’re my bess,” he praised, for sure loving that song. thank god they had some bands/artists in common. J: this is exactly what she needed, to get away with him –– with her man. away from all the crime, the relatives, the shitty friends that didn’t really care but the one thing she did miss were the dogs, not feeling like a road trip without the whole family. shrugging her shoulder, the girl scrunched her nose as she sat back down again, ignoring all the other views from the diner, only focusing on the man in front of her. with a content sigh, she put her feet back up on his lap, leaning back against the plastic cushions. “i’m the all-knowing music wizard. my taste trumps yours,” she teased, giving a silly wink. she couldn’t place why she was in such a good mood but everything was perfect. “of course i’m joking, how could anyone know more about old rock classics than you?” A: crossing his arms, he rested them on the edge of the table. still admiring her as if they were back in the bar where they first met. the whole thing was just… surreal. never would he guess he’d be this happy back then, more like passed out in his own vomit. “you’re full of shit, you know that?” he hummed, shaking his head cause of her silliness. to most people, it was a rare moment - heck, people around them should applaud her. “you better be,” he raised an eyebrow while fingers were entwining with hers, making sure to kiss the top of her hand. “rock music and cars, that’s kinda all the knowledge i have to offer.” with the beer coming their way, he glimpsed the waitress, giving her a polite nod. “why thank you ma’am.” J: pulling up her jacket, one that she stole from him, she slipped it on and flicked her hair out of the collar before reaching for his hand. it was just something that made her think about all the people who thought he was gonna leave her after the first couple of weeks but now she was the one living with him and the thought of leaving rattles her nightmares. “You like it, shut up,” the girl teased, the smile on her face not shifting. “come on, of course, it’s the golden rule of aiden morrison is to never insult his car, his music and you should probably add something about me in there… just saying,” she shrugged, smiling at the waitress before snaking the beer out of his grasp suddenly and taking a sip. her blue eyes playful as ever. “oh im sorry, did you want this?” A: “getting real comfortable over there, aren’t ya?” aiden teased once she put on his jacket (though he doubted she was planning on returning it). she looked damn good in it tho that was for sure.  like a billion dollar baby. “i’m more of a hater,” he muttered, shrugging his shoulders while palming his ice cold beer. oh, how he’d waited for this. “i got zero knowledge when it comes to you, i just know 99 % of your music sucks.” the waitress didn’t even know what to say to these two, leaving her to take steps away from the table as soon as everything was put on the table. aiden, as always protective of his alcoholic beverages, gave the brunette a dreadful stare once she managed to swipe it right outta his hand. “now you’re just playing with fire, my friend.” a warning tone was given by the time he leaned a bit forward.  “one beer will do just fine for you, trust me,” he snickered softly midst gesticulating with his index finger for her to give it back. J: “practically at home, might as well move in, i just hope blondie and giant like it,” her voice rang, rolling up the cuffs to make it match her shorter arms. “i bet i could change that,” she nodded, tilting her head. “oh that’s not true. i’d say your a master of my moods and plus if you’re being a dick, you can just call me my favorite name and all is forgiven,” plus he knew everything about her home life but she wasn’t about to ruin the mood with the mention of marine. “hey,” she warned, kicking him lightly before she pulled her waffle over, inhaling the delicious scent. “my friend? ouch, i’ve been demoted,” the girl fake winced before removing a dollop of whip cream with her finger and sucking it off. “oh come on, it was one sip!” juliet put the beer in the middle of them, not letting go. “gotta give me something to give it back.” A: “giant will like it, blondie’s gonna stay home with me,” he raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips while looking at her cheekily. “i bet you could.” she could change his mind into whatever she yearned for, forever under her spell. nonetheless, it was nice hearing he was good reading her, cause he kinda was. they both were, though it turned out to be rather impractical at times. considering necessary fights… or secrets. “hey-hey, no kickin’, we’re in public, remember?” he frowned, gazing at her calmly - not even close to compatible to stay fake-mad at her. “demoted? whoever said we were together in the first place?” the sight of her waffle made him regret his choice… or what was he saying, it was a freaking burger for god’s place. nothing could ever replace that. “exactly… now i gotta take three sips from yours.” he sighed and watched her keep a hand on his glass. “okay… so, you can pick a song in the car…” J: “we’ll have our bags packed and ready to be picked up by the end of next week, so sad that you can’t join us,” she mused, probably missing the dogs more than she should right now. a small chuckle left her lips, knowing no way in hell would he ever let her move out. “oh im sorry –– what did you say?” she kicked him gently once more, pressing her lips into a flat line trying to stop a laugh from coming out. a fake gasp came from her lips soon followed by a neutral face and tone. “right! that means i can go home with that guy at the counter.. I bet he has a nice car, huh?” she swatted his arm quickly before narrowing her eyes jokingly. pondering it for a second, she shook her head before sliding over his beer. “two songs.”  A: aiden hummed whilst shaking his head slowly. “fine… yall have a blessed day,” he murmured carelessly, playing along as much as he could. they rarely joked like this, and it felt different… different in a good way. too used with their neverending sarcasm, supposedly. “you want me to kick you?” he warned her, biting his lower lip. the look in her eyes when hearing his next comment had him smirking - the fact she allowed him to say things like that was awesome. everything about her was… just thinking about it felt kinda weird; not something he would do. “prolly’s got a broken down car and lives in his parents’ basement, but whatever…” he scoffed while glancing the dude for a quick second as he spoke. it wasn’t until her hand tapped his he looked back, relieved to see he got his beer to himself. “sure, baby.” with that, he pulled his plate closer and tried his best not to drool… because bacon. J: shaking her head, she couldn’t help but laugh and look over at him picking up a couple of strawberries off her waffle and plopping them in her mouth. sometimes she wished that she could have a healthy mix of being bubbly like this and her normal sarcastic self but perhaps thats not the one everyone wanted to see. “mhm,” she nodded, a cheeky grin poking through her pressed lips. “or a really nice car with a kick-ass taste in music, a great dane. who knows, maybe it’s a step she teased, taking a rather large bite of her waffle, whip cream getting on the corner of her lips.  A: there and then, it felt like they were the only ones at the diner, circled inside a barrier no one else could see. having people around, well, they prefer each other’s company. he was used to it when out drinking, obviously. maybe he should take her out more - not the type to pull up with a surprise dinner at an expensive restaurant. no, hell no. but maybe. “dream on, will ya?” he arched his eyebrows… waving it off as he took a swig or two of his beer. enough fake-boyfriend talk for today. she knew damn well he was a jealous type, something he wasn’t proud of it. a better thing to do was treasuring her waffle-eating-skills. for several seconds, he sat there quietly, even forgetting to eat his own burger. she was simply golden, the kinda girl he yearned to keep for as long as possible. and because of that, he felt a certain calmness in what happened next. “i love you, baby.” his words flew right off his tongue, still eyeing her and her full mouth. there and then, it felt like his heart was the only sound at the diner, beating so fast it ached. J: if getting away from home felt this good all the time, she would definitely try and steal him away more often. her body sunk back into the pleather seats, looking fondly up to him. “yes sir,” she joked, taking another bite, it wasn’t her fault she was scarfing it down, she hadn’t eaten all day. but her body froze when he said those three words that teased her for so long. she knew he loved her and she loved him but saying it for them, especially for him was going to always be a challenge. wiping the corner of her lips. “what?” her smile was still there, her eyes widening. “you love me?” it was like a gasp of finally being able to breathe. she quickly pushed her plate away from her as she pulled herself on his lap. “say it again.”  A: aiden grabbed his fork, mainly to have something to hold on to while waiting for her to say something, anything. her smile for sure made him lower his shoulders and relax. instead, he let out a huff through his curved lips. “y-yeah, you didn’t know?” he frowned at her, snickering lightly. teasing her. his heart was still working twice as fast, glimpsing her body when she moved to take a seat on his lap. by palming her hip, he kept his lips only inches from hers. suddenly a bit more confident. “i love you,” he repeated, changing looks between her eyes and lips. “are you gonna say it back, or?” no, she didn’t have to, more like he wasn’t gonna say it again. those words were too damn heavy. J: he was the only thing she saw, no one else in that small town diner could ever make a difference and sure, she probably got stares from sitting on his lap. did she care? no. did she ever? not at all. “well i knew but i didn’t… i know it’s a hard thing to say,” she mused, her hand going on the back of his neck. as he said it again, she would fall over if she was standing. “god i love you,” she told him, eliminating that ‘too’ that usually follows. she didn’t want it to sound like she was just agreeing with him no –– he was the first person she was ever in love with.   A: she was right. it was a hard thing to say, but with her, everything felt different. he didn’t wanna be with anybody else, just her, and their dogs. “you ain’t wrong,” he concurred, hoping she knew as much as him how little of a romantic he was. he just wasn’t into that; never had been. being with juliet, things seemed real and safe, which was enough to stop himself from fucking everything up. “feels damn right tho, if i do say so myself.” kinda powerful, if not rare. at least he wasn’t gonna wear it out, cause even juliet knew he wasn’t gonna spill those three words like they meant nothing. “you wanna say that again?” he taunted, smirking at her as he pulled her closer by the neck to let his lips hover hers. J: she couldn’t believe it honestly but she should’ve also known better. of course he loved her but she of all people knew the difficulties that came along with saying it all. her fingers traced along the side of his jaw, blurring out all the forks that clattered with their plates and ignoring all the glances. maybe she was too in love with the feeling too –– in love with being in love. who would’ve thought that she would be so happy with hearing three words. as he pulled her close, Juliet smiled. “i… love.. you,” with every word she got closer until she pressed her lips to his. A: not even bacon or food itself would ever beat having some alone time with his girlfriend; alone for now at least. he couldn’t care less if people looked, cause the diner had probably seen worse than this before. a couple in love should be a normal thing, although it wasn’t that normal in aiden and juliet’s everyday life. more like a chick-flick kinda thing he never seemed to get comfortable with. now, on the other hand, it felt right, for one time’s sake. finally. “oh,” he mused contentedly as she started repeating herself, his lips melting with hers once they met, with fleetwood mac in the background - like how the hell could this day get any better? J: she was never worried about people thinking about them or about how it took them two years to say i love you but she just wasn’t. they both had their shit that they needed to deal with but if it took him another year, then yeah, it would’ve been a problem. they didn’t even get sappy that often, no that wasn’t them but once in a while –– who would argue with that? as her body was about deepen the kiss, she remembered her surroundings. pulling her lips from his, she kept her distance fairly close. “i feel like you should probably shove me off your lap now.” A: gazing her lips so close to his, he felt tempted to indulge. however, when she reminded him about their public presence, it was clear they had to take it down a notch. “shove you?” he frowned, forming a pondering smile on his lips. “that’s not very nice.” anywho, that’s what he did, and so, he let eyes meet food, which was the only thing necessary for him to remember his hunger once again. “now behave,” he glanced her while picking up his cutlery. J: she could’ve pulled him out, taken the burger to go and ripped his clothes off in the car but no –– that could wait. “since were either of us considered nice,” the brunette teased, looking up to him as he placed her off his lap, right next to him. “boo,” she stuck out her bottom lip. “you’re no fun,” the girl pouted before eating the berries off the top of her waffle. “we’re gonna finish that later.” A: “touché,” he mumbled while cutting out a piece to eat, still keeping an eye on her where she sat. “oh, so you’re blaming me now?” rolling his eyes, he shook his head before taking a bite of his delicious burger. almost too busy enjoying it as she slipped out another remark. “you know, i’m tryna eat here, but you’re making it kinda hard,” he half-complained, half-joked after swallowing his food. J: juliet sat in her seat with a smug look on her face, taking another bite of the dense pastry as she did her best not to notice the sweet love he was making to the burger. “mhm, that’s exactly what i’m doing,” she told him, sucking the whip cream off of one of her fingers. trying not to make a sound, juliet felt tempted to kick him. “the only girl you’re supposed to eat is me.” A: aiden chose to ignore her response, granted he rolled his eyes just to make a discreet statement. such a typical girl thing to do; blame him for something when she was the one suggesting. he was halfway through his burger when he placed it down on his plate, instead, raising his glass to chug some of that cold beer. it was the best mix he could ask for after three hours on the road. “well, you don’t always have the time for that.” J: ules was mainly done with her waffle, practically only looking at it instead of everyone else. the small girl usually liked to eat healthy but when she pigged out, she did it fast. she couldn’t help but give a little smile as he downed some of his beer, all before giving him a look. “but we will soon, won’t we?” A: “i don’t know,” he raised his shoulders slightly. “will we?” he did love to provoke her, that was never gonna change. and he was sure they both knew the answer to that question. no food or drinks would ever beat his girlfriend. at least this quickly made diner meal. digging after his wallet, he brought up some dollar bills and placed them on the table. “you done?” J: her blue eyes widened as she nudged his side, her smile only growing, the teasing –– she had to love it. “shut up,” a laugh fell from her pink lips, watching fondly as he paid for their meal. “mhm,” she nodded, removing herself from the booth, extending her hand as the needy phase started to kick in. A: their lack of patience must have arisen from the i love you’s, cause it was after that his body had started to grow with unexplanatory feelings. some kind of realness that made it clear their time together had only just begun. the excitement in her eyes didn’t help him control himself, and as he grabbed her hand, he felt like some lucky-ass virgo teenager when heading out the glass door.  J: it still felt like a dream but she wasn’t gonna voice that. fuck – aiden just said i love you and she was worried about scaring him off with some cheesy after thought. fat chance but she still kept her lips sealed. when the left the diner, the cool air hit her instantly, she couldn’t help but rejoice that they weren’t in the most public of places anymore. as they walked up next to his car, she spun herself around and pressed her body flush against his. wrapping her hand around the back of his neck to pull him down to her so she could press her lips to his. she waited too long to not be forward about wanting him. A: when she turned to face him, his hands weren’t slow to grab onto her waist. finally able to kiss her back the way he wanted to, all while pushing her back against the car. still in public? hell if he knew; too busy taking his time exploring her neck with his lips. J: juliet couldn’t help but smile against his lips, hoping everyone in the diner had a pretty view. biting her lip as his warm lips spread to her neck. fuck, this is what she needed. the cool frame of the car pressed against her made her arch her back against his chest. she wanted to rip his clothes off but maybe they should postpone this all again, the thought made her cringe but all she could say is “aiden.” A: aiden closed his eyes as he kept roaming her neck and collarbone with sloppy kisses. even though he tried not to gear himself up, he really couldn’t wait to get in the car, or maybe the hotel. that sounded way better; if it didn’t end up looking like some dirty brothel. his hands were halfway down her hips when suddenly hearing his name. normally, he’d take it as a confirmation to continue, but now, well. he knew they were showing too much for those inside the diner, wishing they would all just fuck off. “i know,” he let out in a huff as he took one step back, reaching his hand to grab her jaw gently. “you’re killing me.” with that being said, he glimpsed the diner one last time, noticing people turning their backs the second he did. “idiots,” he mumbled whilst walking around the car to open the door to the driver’s seat and started the engine. J: the way his lips felt against her neck had her skin heat up, almost made her want to hook a leg around his waist and have him rip off her skirt there and then. only he could make her feel that way that quickly, it was those god damn lips of his. as he took a step back, she applauded him for it, he had more strength than she did and it was probably space to keep her from him than the other way around. but her body heated up once again as his hand came to her jaw and a devilish smile played on her lips, “good.” but with that she was left with him walking around as he sent out a hum, leaving her on a cloud 9 as she slipped into the car being as giddy as ever. 

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[Album] Martin Freeman & Eddie Piller: Soul On The Corner

Vor einem Jahr präsentierten Eddie Piller - DJ, Produzent, Acid Jazz Label-Boss und Radiomoderator - sowie der englische Schauspieler Martin Freeman (Shaun Of The Dead, The Office, Sherlock, The Hobbit) - mit “Jazz On The Corner” eine Kollektion wenig beachteter und teils übersehener Jazz Klassiker, die Freemann & Piller ursprünglich für eine BBC6 Music zusammestellten. Laut JazzFM “the best jazz compilation of the last 20 years”.

Am 03.05.2019 erscheint auf Acid Jazz mit “Soul On The Corner” die Fortsetzung der Idee. Eddie Piller eröffnet auf Teil 1 mit "How Could You Break My Heart”  des unvergleichlichen Bobby Womack und erklärt “I never tire of hearing this record and have used regularly to close my DJ set, it’s a real hands-in-the-air moment.” . Weiter geht’äs über den Label-eigenen Laville, Sergio Mendes & Brazil 77 zum finalen “Never Gonna Give You Up” von Jerry Butler: “I plumped for this because I recalled the incredible response from The Black Keys’ version that I aired on the BBC’s Funk and Soul show.”

Martin Freemans Auswahl ist nicht weniger vielfältig: vom 68er Vintage Soul von Barbara Acklin mit “A Raggedy Ride” -  “is an unexpected gem that’s been a favourite of mine for forever.”  - zu “Fan The Fire” von  Earth, Wind & Fires Debütalbum. “This is a funky-as-hell cry for peace and love. Good lord, they were SO good.”, wie er sagt.

Die Tracklist für die 2LP (plus Bonustrack ** auf der 2 CD): Seite A – Eddie Piller Bobby Womack – How Could You Break My Heart Willie Hutch – Lucky To Be Loved By You Tommy McGee – Now That I Have You Leroy Hutson – Positive Forces ** Laville – Thirty One Sergio Mendes & Brasil 77” – Love Music Pamoja – Oooh Baby Hot Chocolate – Brother Louie **

Seite B – Eddie Piller Goodie – You & I Patsy Gallant – It’ll All Come Around Arnold Blair – Finally Made It Home The Reverend T.L Barrett And The Youth For Christ Choir – Like A Ship (Without A Sail) Honey Cone – If I Can’t Fly ** Bobby Jukes – Just To Be With You The Modulations – Can’t Fight Your Love ** Jerry Butler – Never Give You Up

Seite  C – Martin Freeman Barbara Acklin – A Raggedy Ride Georgie Fame – Daylight Major Lance – I Just Can’t Help It ** Earth, Wind & Fire – Fan The Fire Lewis Taylor – Lucky Wayne Davis – I Like The Things About Me That I Once Despised The Supremes – The Wisdom Of Time **

Seite D – Martin Freeman Donny Hathaway – Voices InSeite (Everything Is Everything) Mille Jackson – It Hurts So Good ** Syreeta – I’m Going Left Curtis Mayfield– Miss Black America Tower Of Power – Don’t Change Horses (In The Middle Of A Stream) Brook Benton – Shoes Tommie Young – Hit and Run Lover Betty Wright – The Babysitter

Presse: meetz@pias.com Radio: mitja.bruch@pias.com (+Online) | soeren.heuer@pias.com

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Trouble with a capital T

Kiara Scuro. Alexa Myers. Film Noir AU

Ma had always told Kiara looks could be deceiving. But if she was right, then the dish who had just walked into the PI’s office would hafta be a saint.

She was trouble. And she knew it.

“I need help, Mister Scuro.”

Her voice was smooth, like butter on a warm roll. The cadence of it was enough to make sailors jump in to hear the siren’s call. But Kiara wasn’t having it.

“I’m not takin’ any more cases,” the blonde drawled, lifting her feet onto the desk. Her chair squeaked as she leaned back, studying the woman from beneath the brim of her hat.

The dame had a body that wouldn’t quit and her clothes told the gumshoe she had someone who didn’t mind the hard work – Her sapphire dress matched her eyes and clung to her curves like it was painted on. But what tipped her off to the broad’s wealth was the fur coat. Luxuriously plump pelts as beautiful as the minx that wore them.

“Maybe your brother would be willing to take my case, then,” the woman pushed, glancing at the embossed Scuro and Scuro lettering on the office door.

“Doll, my brother’s a shyster,” Kiara told her with a small bark of laughter. “If he can help, you’re in too deep for me.”

Her red-painted lips thinned in displeasure. She tossed a photo onto the desk beside Kiara’s legs. “If you don’t help me, I’ll never see them again.”

The blonde picked up the picture, studying it – A girl with the same facial shape as the dame in her office, but none of the ghosts, and a boy barely in his teens.

“What happened to them?” Kiara prodded.

“I don’t know. I came home one day to find them gone. No mess, no note – the cops said they’d run away,” Trouble explained, plucking the photo from the PI’s grasp and tucking it into her bag. “But they wouldn’t have. I’m all they’ve got.”

“So you came to me.”

“You’ve got a reputation. Word is, you’ve got snitches where no one does, and you’re discreet. No one can know that you’re working for me, no matter what.”

Kiara looked up sharply. “You take me for some kind of a patsy?”

The smile she got was one of a cat just finished with the canary and the words that followed were as cloyingly sweet as the cream to wash it’s meal down. “No, I recognize the value of working with somebody with a secret to protect.”

A chill overtook the room and Kiara stood and prowled around the desk. She wasn’t a giant, but she loomed over the brunette. The dame refused to cower. “Why would I want to work with you?”

“Because I pay handsomely – Two large when my siblings are returned to me – and because my silence is quite a valuable thing, Miss Scuro,” the kitten purred. “You keep my secrets, I’ll keep yours.”

The blonde stared at her, her steely eyes harder and colder than a bullet before it was fired.

“Do we have a deal?” her new client asked.

“I need a drink.” The blonde growled as she turned away.

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10 Lesser Known Child Disappearances

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10 Lesser Known Child Disappearances

A couple of months ago we did some articles on unsolved mysteries. We are thinking of bringing them back. So today we are going to start with 10 Lesser Known Child Disappearances.

01. Michaela Joy Gareth

The kidnapping of Michaela Gareth is probably one of the better known cases on this list. At the time the case gained national attention, especially for the notoriety of how the kidnapping was acted out.

Michaela was 9 years old in 1988 living with her mother, father and two siblings in Hayward California. On the first day of Thanksgiving vacation Michaela and best friend Trina begged for permission to go the supermarket just two blocks away to buy candy and sodas. Though Michaela had never been there alone and her mother’s initial response was no, the girls kept pleading and in her mother eventually gave in.

Michaela and Trina arrived at the supermarket on their scooters, parked them outside and went in and purchased candy, soda and beef jerky. They left the supermarket by foot at first, forgetting that they had ridden on there on their scooters but quickly remembering and running back to fetch them. Michaela’s scooter had been moved from its spot in front of the supermarket door and put next to a damaged tannish-gold full-size sedan car. As she went to pick it up, a man in his 20’s with dirty-blonde hair and severe acne jumped out of the car, threw a screaming Michaela in the car and sped away.

Though an extensive police investigation was launched and the Hayward Police department received more then 5000 tips the first year alone, no trace of Michaela or her kidnapper was ever found. Michaela’s mom runs a website with letters to Michaela and updates about leads.

02. Eugene Wade Martin

You can’t talk about the disappearance of Eugene without mentioning another missing boy, John Gosch. Though vanishing two years apart, the details of their disappearances are eerily similar. Both were fresh faced paperboys living in Des Moines in the 80s, both had a paper route delivering the Des Moines Register in the wee hours and both never returned home one morning.

Normally 13-year old Eugene did the paper route with his older stepbrother but on this fatal morning he was alone. Eugene was last seen around 5 and 6am (accounts differ) wearing blue jeans, a red shirt and a gray pullover having a friendly conversation with a 30-something clean-cut white male in a car. Witnesses describe the chat as being friendly, almost father-and-son like, with no indication of danger. Between 6.10 and 6.15am Eugene’s lonely paper-bag was found outside of Des Moines, 10 neatly folded papers still inside.

At around 8.40 am the police were notified. Federal agents stated they strongly suspected John Gosch’s and Eugene’s disappearances were linked but though an nation wide bulletin was issued for the suspect, who they described as likely being an introvert and a loner, the boys and their suspected kidnapper remain missing. John Gosch story was propelled into the spotlight again during the late 90s following his mother, Noreen Gosch, claim that a now grown-up Gosch had visited her with a strange man, telling a horrifying tale about being sold into a pedophile prostitution ring, escaping and now living in hiding in fear for his life. Investigators have never been able to confirm Noreen’s account about the visit and John has never visited his mother again.

03. Cherrie Ann Mahan

Cherrie was 8 years old when she vanished February 22, 1985 and was the first child to appear on The Centre for Missing and Exploited Children’s “Have You Seen Me?” search cards. The dark-haired third-grader from the Winfield Elementary School was last seen getting off the school bus only less than 100 yards from her family’s rural Pennsylvanian home, carrying a blue backpack decorated with a blue and red heart.

She never made it. Though new fallen snow covered the driveway to Cherri’s house investigators were not able to match any footprints to Cherri, leading them to believe, she was snatched off the side of the road. Possible only a minutes after leaving the bus, most likely by someone she knew as the shy child would not have gotten into a car with a stranger. A mysterious van was seen trailing Cherri’s school bus and though no one got a look at the driver, the van had distinctive features, making it easy to remember.

The van had snow-capped mountains and a skier skiing down the mountain wearing red and yellow clothes painted on both sides. Police was never able to locate the car or its driver and it is still unknown whether or not the car has anything to do with Cherri’s disappearance.

04. Lindsey Baum

In 2009 Lindsey, a bright, talkative blond-haired, blue-eyed 10-year-old living in McCleary, Washington, dreamed of becoming a veterinarian or an author when she grew up.

On June 26 Lindsey spent the evening at a friends house. Afraid of the dark and knowing she had a curfew at 10pm, she left her friends house around 9.15pm, a journey that should only take her around 10 minutes to walk. A neighbor, who drove past the child half way between Lindsey and her friend’s home, is most likely the last person to see her.

The case drew national attention, FBI became involved and the Grays Harbor County Sheriff’s office followed up on hundreds of leads all to no avail. A local jewelry storeowner was named as a suspect and in 2011 his home was searched for possible clues to Lindsey’s disappearance. Though police stated they found several pieces of evidence, none could be linked definitively to Lindsey. To this day charges against the suspect has not been filed and what happened to Lindsey is still unclear.

05. Ricky Ray Barnet

Little Ricky had been visiting his grandparents on their Hillcrest Farms for a couple of weeks with his father in 1982, while his mother was in Idaho. At around 10 am the 2-year-old, clad in red and blue overalls, a pajamas top and cowboy boots was seen sitting in a hay wagon in front of one of the barns, watching a dozen or so workers unloading a delivery of chickens.

Approximately 15 minutes later he was discovered missing and at 10.30am after a fruitless search, the family called police. Though an immediate extensive search with more than 200 volunteers was launched, it yielded few clues to his whereabouts. Ricky’s grandparent’s farm was located seven miles north of Grangeville in a rural area surrounded by several hundred acres. Tracker dogs tracked the toddler’s scent to a fence line on the northwest part of the farm but then lost the trail. Police investigators first theorized that Ricky simply wandered away, got lost and succumbed to the elements. They recanted this later in the investigation after Ricky’s grandmother failed a polygraph. His grandparents were subsequently named as possible suspects in his disappearance.

Ricky’s grandmother was cleared for any involvement after passing a polygraph in 2001, almost two decades after her grandson’s disappearance. Ricky’s grandfather died before the exam could take place. The mystery of what happened to the hazel-eyed child remains unsolved.

06. Beverly Rose Potts

Though it has been more than 60 years since 10 year-old Beverly vanished after a trip to the park in Cleveland, Ohio, locals still remember her case. Around 9pm on August 24, 1951 Beverly set out on an 8 eight-minute walk home through her familiar neighborhood after spending the evening at the Showagon, an annual summer festival. Beverly’s mother Elizabeth who’d initially forbidden the shy fifth grader to go to the park, a punishment for being late a few nights before, had gave her special permission to attend the show this evening.

Beverly and her friend Patsy had already been at the park earlier that evening and returned to the carnival around 8.00 pm to see the show. Beverly was allowed to stay until the show was over while Patsy on the other hand had to be home before dark and left at around 8.40 leaving Beverly by herself. Patsy told police she last saw Beverly watching the show in company with a small, plump woman who curiously had her hand resting on Beverly’s shoulder. This woman has never been identified. When the show ended around 9.30pm a teenage acquaintance of Beverly’s recalled seeing her crossing the darkening park diagonally, heading in the northeast direction of her home. She never made it home and by 10.30 pm her frantic parents called the police.

As Beverly was described as being very shy and vary around strangers especially boys and men, people who knew her did not believe she would have gone willingly with a person she didn’t know. In 2000 the Cleveland Plain Dealer News reporter received 3 letters from an unidentified man confessing to Beverly’s kidnapping and murder. The man alleged to be on his deathbed prompting the confession. Investigators were however never able to locate the author of the letters and the authenticity of the confession has never been confirmed.

07. Kevin Andrew McCarthy Collins

A year and twelve days to the day Cherrie Ann Mahan was dropped off her school bus and vanished into thin air another child across the country waited for a bus that he never boarded. Kevin was a freckled, stocky build 10-year-old who enjoyed played basket, had nine siblings and resided with his Irish Catholic family in San Francisco.

Around 6.40 p.m. on February 12, 1985 Kevin had finished basketball practice and was waiting for the bus on the corner of Oak Street and Masonic Avenue to take him home. Witnesses last saw him wearing his school uniform, talking to a 20-30ish blonde man, around six feet tall. A big black dog, possibly a Great Dane, accompanied the man. No one actually witnessed anything suspicious and it is not clear if the unidentified man had anything to do with Kevin’s disappearance. A big search effort was launched, thousands of fliers were distributed, billboards and newspapers with Kevin’s picture became a common sight around the San Francisco area but police found no evidence and a suspect was never named.

In 2013 investigators started digging in the backyard and the basement of a house belonging to a person of interest in Kevin’s case, who had lived there at the time of Kevin’s disappearance. No remains or evidence related to Kevin’s case was unearthed and Kevin remains missing.

08. Diamond and Tionda Bradley

In 2002, 365 yellow and white balloons were released into the air at the 35oo block of South Lake Park Avenue in Chicago, Illinois. Afterwards a garden was planted in front of the modest two-bedroom apartment. All in remembrance of two young sisters who at that time had been missing for 1 year. The girls, one with a green ponytail holders in her hair, the other with violet and purple ones, are still missing.

On July 6 2001 3-year-old Diamond and 10-year-old Tionda left a note written in childish handwriting for their mother, saying the pair were walking to nearby shop and Doolittle School where Tionda was enrolled in summer classes. Their mother Tracey had left for work at around 6.30 am that morning and by the time she arrived home at 11 am the girls were nowhere to be found.

Though witnesses place the girls playing outside their residence at around 12-12.30 pm contradicting Tracey’s recollection of events, this sighting was never confirmed by officials. Police did start to suspect the family; Tracey, her mother and her father were somehow involved in the girl’s disappearance after Tracey refused to cooperate with investigators and allegedly shoved a police officer who tried to escort her to the station to discuss new leads in 2002.

They were all subsequently cleared of any wrongdoing. An extensive search and follow ups on thousand leads, one that took the investigation out of out country, yielded few clues to what happened to the Bradley sisters.

09. Jeremiah Huger

In most cases of child disappearances there are no witnesses to the actual abduction. It is as if the child is there one minute and gone with a blink of an eye. In some rare cases like Michaela Gareth’s case and in more recent memory Jaycee Dugard’s in California in 1991, the kidnapper risked the danger of being seen and snatched the child in clear view of neighbors, friends or family members, as seen in the kidnapping case of Jeremiah Huger.

On June 25, 1985 Jeremiah, wearing a light blue shirt, dark shorts and white sneakers, was playing with his friends in the yard of his home in the New York City borough of the Bronx. An unidentified African-American male called the 4-year-old’s name from street and when the child ran to him, the man proceeded to grab the boy and leave. It is not clear if the suspect left the area with Jeremiah by foot or car or if the boy went along willingly. Jeremiah’s mother later stated that she suspected an abusive ex-boyfriend, who had previously threatened to kidnap the child, was responsible. The police never made any arrests in relation to Jeremiahs case and he remains missing to this day.

10.Todd Eugene Collett

Todd was only a few months shy of his fourth birthday when he vanished on January 23, 1964 from Santa Barbara County, California. The blonde, blue-eyed boy was playing with his twin brother and their friend across the road from a construction side. Todd’s mother had strictly forbidden the boys to enter the construction side and while Todd’s twin obliged Todd and the friend ventured toward the dirt embankments on their own.

Around twenty minutes later the friend’s mother saw him across the street, went to get him and asked where Todd was. The boy could give no clear answer but mentioned something about a fire and a bulldozer. A fire did actually burn at the construction site and was not put out for hours but investigators were never able to find any sign of human remains in the ashes. Tracker dogs indicated that Todd might have travelled over the railroad tracks and over an overpass but never found any clues to what happened to him beyond this.

People in the area describe a scruffy looking stranger lurking around the neighborhood at the time the child disappeared. The individual has never been identified and Todd has never been found.

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A Bush Christening by Banjo Paterson

On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross'd 'cept by folk that are lost, One Michael Magee had a shanty. Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad, Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned; He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest For the youngster had never been christened. And his wife used to cry, 'If the darlin' should die Saint Peter would not recognize him.' But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived, Who agreed straightaway to baptize him. Now the artful young rogue, while they held their collogue, With his ear to the keyhole was listenin'; And he muttered in fright, while his features turned white, 'What the divil and all is this christenin'?' He was none of your dolts, He had seen them brand colts, And it seemed to his small understanding, If the man in the frock made him one of the flock, It must mean something very like branding. So away with a rush he set off for the bush, While the tears in his eyelids they glistened, ''Tis outrageous,' says he, 'to brand youngsters like me; I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!' Like a young native dog he ran into a log, And his father with language uncivil, Never heeding the 'praste', cried aloud in his haste 'Come out and be christened, you divil!' But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug, And his parents in vain might reprove him, Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke) 'I've a notion,' says he, 'that'll move him. 'Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog; Poke him aisy, don't hurt him or maim him; 'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand, As he rushes out this end I'll name him. 'Here he comes, and for shame, ye've forgotten the name, Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis?' Here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a shout, 'Take your chance, anyhow, wid `Maginnis'!' As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub Where he knew that pursuit would be risky, The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head That was labeled 'Maginnis's Whiskey'! Now Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P., And the one thing he hates more than sin is To be asked by the folk, who have heard of the joke, How he came to be christened Maginnis!