#tommy’s clandestine affairs

[chaosinplural]

the floorplan for the bench trio’s nyc studio apartment for my fic on ao3 “In The Case of Tommy’s Clandestine Affairs”. Everything is probably not scaled currectly but ehhh whatever. during the day, they put the mattress up against the wall so that the closet doors aren’t in the way. Cus like they have a bit of trouble getting around already haha

[kte-alxxndr]

Voiceless | Shadows Resurface

Tommy Shelby x Reader

News of Tommy's acquisition of Arrow House spread like wildfire through the cobbled streets of Small Heath. The grand estate, now under the Shelby name, marked a symbolic shift in power. As the whispers reached every corner of the neighborhood, it wasn't just the change in property ownership that drew attention.

The air crackled with a different kind of anticipation—the acknowledgment of Tommy Shelby and Y/N's relationship. Small Heath, notorious for its gossip, now buzzed with a tale that transcended the usual intrigues. The unspoken bond between the formidable Shelby and the mute yet captivating Y/N became the latest tale whispered across smoky pubs and narrow alleyways.

While the Shelby family reveled in the newfound prosperity, Grace, lurking in the shadows, seethed with resentment. The revelation of Tommy and Y/N's connection, now flaunted with the grandeur of Arrow House, fueled the flames of her jealousy. Her attempts to distance the couple seemed futile as their love story became a prominent chapter in the book of Small Heath's secrets.

Grace, desperate to regain the spotlight, meticulously planned encounters with Tommy. The first, a chance meeting near the entrance of The Garrison, where she feigned surprise at running into him. A well-timed laugh and a touch on his arm served as the opening act in her calculated performance.

The second encounter, more public, took place at the bustling market square. Grace strategically positioned herself at a flower stall, ensuring Tommy would pass by. With a coy smile, she greeted him, her fingers lingering as she handed him a freshly picked blossom. The exchange, seemingly innocent, carried an undertone of intention that did not escape the watchful eyes of onlookers.

Grace's whispers reached the ears of eager gossipmongers, painting a picture of a clandestine affair between her and Tommy. She reveled in the attention, relishing the idea that Small Heath would soon acknowledge her as the woman by Tommy's side.

Yet, with each orchestrated rendezvous, Tommy's gaze remained distant, his thoughts evidently elsewhere. Grace's attempts at flirtation fell on deaf ears, the enigmatic Shelby leader immune to her charms. Unbeknownst to her, Tommy's loyalty lay firmly with Y/N, a fact that only fueled Grace's desperation.

Meanwhile, the whispers of Tommy and Grace being seen together reached Y/N. A subtle shift in her demeanor went unnoticed by many, but Polly, ever vigilant, caught wind of the rumors circulating in the streets. Concerned about the potential impact on Y/N, Polly decided to confront Tommy.

Finding him in his home office at Arrow House, Polly entered without preamble. "Tommy, we've got a problem," she declared, her expression a mix of concern and sternness. "Rumors are flying about you and Grace being seen together. Now, I know it's all bollocks, but we need to do some damage control before Y/N hears about it."

Tommy, his brow furrowed, nodded in acknowledgment. "I already heard, Polly. It's causing more trouble than it's worth."

Polly, taking a seat, leaned forward. "What are we going to do about Grace, then? We can't let her stir up more chaos."

Tommy, contemplating the options, sighed. "I've been thinking about it. Maybe it's time for a change. We'll transfer her somewhere far away from Small Heath, where she can't meddle in our affairs anymore. If that doesn't work, we might have to let her go."

As Polly and Tommy discussed their strategy, a different kind of chaos unfolded in the living room. John, Arthur, and Ada had arrived at Arrow House, and mischief stirred in the hearts of the two Shelby brothers.

While Polly and Tommy delved into serious matters, John and Arthur, ever the instigators, decided to playfully tease Y/N. As they lounged in the living room, their laughter echoed through the house.

"Oi, Y/N," Arthur called out with a mischievous grin. "Did you hear the news? Seems like Tommy's been spending a lot of time at The Garrison lately."

John joined in, chuckling. "Yeah, rumors say he's got a favorite spot at the bar. Always ordering the same whiskey."

Ada, observing the scene, rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile.

The two brothers continued their banter, fully aware that Y/N could hear every word. The playful teasing, however, was their way of bringing a touch of levity to the Shelby household.

John and Arthur had playfully teased Y/N, unaware of the internal struggle she was facing. The remarks, meant in jest, unknowingly fueled Y/N's insecurities.

In the silence that followed, Y/N's mind became a battleground of doubts and fears. Was she truly enough for Tommy? Were the whispers of his supposed infidelity based in reality?

The brothers' banter had unwittingly punctured the fragile bubble of security Y/N had carefully constructed.

Finally, the pressure within Y/N became too much to bear. With a storm brewing in her eyes, she stormed into Tommy's office. The sudden action sent John, Arthur, and Ada into a state of panic, realizing the unintended consequences of their light-hearted banter.

As Y/N burst into the room, her eyes fixed on Tommy, the brothers and Ada hurriedly followed, fearing the repercussions of their unwitting actions.

Y/N's expression, a tumultuous sea of hurt and betrayal, caught Tommy off guard. One look, and he could tell she had heard the rumors. Guilt etched on his brothers' faces only intensified the brewing storm.

Marching to Tommy's desk, Y/N slapped it hard, the sound echoing through the room. The fury in her eyes met Tommy's gaze, and he saw the emotional battle raging within her—the wish that the rumors weren't true, the sense of betrayal, and the pain of feeling deceived.

As tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks, Tommy realized that the trust between them had been shattered. He watched in silence as Y/N's silent tears spoke volumes, carrying the weight of a relationship on the brink of collapse.

As the drama unfolded in the narrow streets of Small Heath, the delicate balance of relationships teetered on the brink.

Masterlist | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

[syokkias]

@chaosinplural

tommy's clandestine affairs fanart of clementine

couldn't be bothered to do the mask (mostly because this is the first time i've drawn in years lmfao)

please accept this offering and update soon 😭🙏🙏

[alexlacquemanne]

Novembre MMXXII "November Who"

Films

Jason et les Argonautes (Jason and the Argonauts) (1963) de Don Chaffey avec Todd Armstrong, Nancy Kovack, Gary Raymond, Nigel Green, Niall MacGinnis, Honor Blackman et Patrick Troughton

Le Magnifique (1973) de Philippe de Broca avec Jean-Paul Belmondo, Jacqueline Bisset, Vittorio Caprioli, Monique Tarbès, Mario David, Bruno Garcin, Raymond Gérôme et Jean Lefebvre

La Classe américaine : Le Grand Détournement (1993) de Michel Hazanavicius et Dominique Mézerette avec Christine Delaroche, Evelyne Grandjean, Marc Cassot, Patrick Guillemin, Raymond Loyer, Joël Martineau, Jean-Claude Montalban, Roger Rudel et Gérard Rouzier

Le Crime de l'Orient-Express (Murder on the Orient Express) (1974) de Sidney Lumet avec Albert Finney, Lauren Bacall, Martin Balsam, Ingrid Bergman, Jacqueline Bisset, Jean-Pierre Cassel et Sean Connery

Les Aventures de Robin des Bois (The Adventures of Robin Hood) (1938) de Michael Curtiz et William Keighley avec Errol Fllynn, Olivia de Havilland, Basil Rathbone, Claude Rains, Patric Knowles et Eugene Pallette

Sans arme, ni haine, ni violence (2007) de Jean-Paul Rouve avec Jean-Paul Rouve, Alice Taglioni, Gilles Lellouche, Maxime Leroux, Patrick Bosso et Anne Marivin

Couleurs de l'incendie (2022) de Clovis Cornillac avec Léa Drucker, Benoît Poelvoorde, Alice Isaaz, Clovis Cornillac, Fanny Ardant et Alban Lenoir

La Rose et la Flèche (Robin and Marian) (1976) de Richard Lester avec Sean Connery, Audrey Hepburn, Robert Shaw, Richard Harris, Nicol Williamson, Denholm Elliott et Ronnie Barker

Le Viager (1972) de Pierre Tchernia avec Michel Serrault, Michel Galabru, Claude Brasseur, Jean-Pierre Darras, Rosy Varte et Odette Laure

Le Casse (1971) de Henri Verneuil avec Jean-Paul Belmondo, Omar Sharif, Robert Hossein, Nicole Calfan, Dyan Cannon et Renato Salvatori

Cul et Chemise (Io sto con gli ippopotami) (1979) d'Italo Zingarelli avec Terence Hill, Bud Spencer, Joe Bugner, May Dlamini, Dawn Jürgens, Malcolm Kirk et Ben Masinga

Le Silencieux (1973) de Claude Pinoteau avec Lino Ventura, Léa Massari, Suzanne Flon, Leo Genn, Bernard Dhéran, Robert Party et Pierre-Michel Le Conte

Le ciel peut attendre (Heaven Can Wait) (1943) de Ernst Lubitsch avec Gene Tierney, Don Ameche, Charles Coburn, Marjorie Main, Laird Cregar et Spring Byington

Séries

Doctor Who Saison 18 Series 11, 4

The Night of The Doctor - The Leisure Hive - Meglos - Full Circle - State of Decay - Warrior's Gate - The Keeper of Traken - Logopolis - Les chasseurs de sorcières - Brûle avec moi - The Ultimate Time Lord

Rex, Chien Flic Saison 2, 8, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Les yeux bandés - Sous l'œil d'Anubis - Droits d'auteur - Suicides suspects - Jusqu'à la dernière balle - Lisa et Thomas - Les trafiquants - Le défi - En route pour la gloire - Vitamines mortelles - Le crocodile du Danube - Suivez le guide - Dopage - Destination Rome - Calibre 7.65 - Mort au delphinarium - Mascarade - Le pilleur de tombes - La dernière course - Combats clandestins - Hara-kiri - Un match meurtrier

Affaires sensibles

L'histoire du tournage des "Désaxés", film maudit de John Huston - 1926, Agatha disparaît : le secret de Mrs Christie - Loge P2 : francs-maçons, mafia et CIA - La catastrophe de Vaison-la-Romaine - Star Wars, la naissance d’un mythe - Le football, c'est la guerre - Rue d'Aubagne : chronique d'une catastrophe annoncée - Kim Kardashian et le gang des braqueurs - QatarGate : le scandale qui fait trembler la planète FIFA - Stade du Heysel, 29 mai 1985 : 39 victimes un soir de finale

Le Coffre à Catch

#88 : La dernière chance pour CM Punk! - #89 : Tommy et Colin vers le Graal? - #90 - Mr Okkin pousse la porte autorisée ! - #91 - Kane : la nouvelle ère de la ECW

Diane de Poitiers

Presque une reine - Plus qu'une reine

Inspecteur Barnaby Saison 22, 7, 9, 21

La mort n'est pas un jeu - Le Fantôme de Noël - La Mort en chantant - Le Point d'équilibre

Spectacles

Ils s'aiment (1997) de Muriel Robin et Pierre Palmade avec Pierre Palmade, Michèle Laroque et Guillaume Durand

Ils se sont aimés (2002) de Muriel Robin et Pierre Palmade avec Pierre Palmade et Michèle Laroque

Sting : My songs Chambord Live (2022)

Jerry Lee Lewis & Friends (1989)

Ils se re-aiment (2013) de Alex Lutz avec Pierre Palmade et Michèle Laroque

Livres

Les voyages extraordinaires de Doctor Who : Le pouvoir des histoires de David Torres

Doctor Who, Le douzième docteur, Tome 1 : Terreurformation de Dave Taylor, Mariano Laclaustra et Robbie Morrison

Doctor Who : Apollo 23 de Justin Richards

Doctor Who Tome 1 : Agent provocateur de Gary Russell

Doctor Who : La Roue de Glace de Stephen Baxter

Doctor Who Tome 2 : Les Oubliés de Gary Russell

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

The Ides of March

(A Darren Treacy x Jeanie Turner mini-series)

Chapter 2 - Drunken Lullabies

Word Count- 1500

Warnings: language, minor drug and alcohol use, smut: oral sex (fem!receiving), sex

A/N: On Saint Patrick’s Day, Darren and Jeanie start receiving ominous, cryptic text messages claiming to be from the future. Play the game; save Darren. Jeanie’s rules are simple enough: If Dazz can catch her, he can have her any way and anywhere he wants. So how did a night of wild sex and whiskey lead to murder?

 Prologue      Chapter 1 

Darren started at his mobile willing it to do something. Anything. Ever since he stepped foot inside The Temple he became unsettled. The texts from earlier in the evening (as he and Tommy watched Siobhan spiral into a drugged out drunken mess) implored Darren to give a wide berth to Nidge and Git. Git the IRA kingpin whose son almost murdered Aido. Whose car in retaliation Darren bombed.

The texts warned whatever Jeanie said, or wanted him to do, he should. She was in as much danger as Darren now. So he played the red-head’s game.

Darren knew Jeanie came a bit undone by the divorce papers. How long could they have kept on like they were? In hotels and his gaff and once or twice at the parlor Fran and Nidge owned. Gordon’s women were never the same, but his wife was having a proper affair. What a blow to someone’s ego. They were just lucky it hadn't ended in someone getting shot. Again. You can't live without both lungs.

Now Darren nursed a beer in between several shots and a clandestine bump of something or other. He stopped keeping track the last few weeks. The club was doing a good job of drowning out his thoughts as the bass filled his brain. He caught sight of Jeanie, Siobhan, Gordon's sister Laura and Ewan (Jeanie's best friend from Scotland) thrashing away on the dancefloor to a No Doubt song.

That pile of red hair wild and untamed as she jumped and spun and shook her body, a bottle of cider precarious in her fingers. Their eyes caught and Jeanie wiggled her fingers for him to join them. Darren shook his head even as Siobhan joined in the enticement by grinding on his.. whatever she was. The women quickly kissed with passion, and faced him again. Dazz rolled his eyes and smiled, a smidge turned on, but found himself far too distracted by the phone.

Not much later, lost somehow in liquor and concentration, a shot slid past a handful of patrons and collided with Darren's knuckles. Perturbed, he glanced up as someone shouted from the far end of the bar. That ginger hair drenched and frizzy as a massive grin spread across Jeanie’s face.

“Catch me if you can!!”

Darren's phone buzzed; he nearly pissed his pants. A text came through. He checked to see if it was Red, but she had vanished as quickly as she had arrived.

She bought a shot for a guy the first time around. American, like her. They danced and drank and fucked in the toilets. That's where she is. Third floor in the rooftop bar. It's empty.

Darren scratched his head and made his way upstairs without hesitation. He found the ladies and knocked feeling stupid. Before Jeanie could answer, he opened the door to find her leaning forward to reapply something in a giant bamboo vanity. Her breasts pushed together in the corset were on full display as she caught him staring in the mirror.

“Damn, I thought that would be harder.” She pursed her lips and winked. Her hands were anchored on either side of a small sink; her eyes were heavy lidded. She lowered herself slightly so that her ass stuck out and glanced right back at Darren. “Guess you're just gonna have to fuck me.”

In two long strides, Darren was behind Jeanie. His face got lost in her hair as he let his hand caress her neck. He squeezed but only for a moment. Just a taste. She muffled a moan before his fingers slid inside the soft leather of her top so that he could fondle and pinch a nipple. Then the other as he kissed and bit her bare shoulder.

“Fucking me from behind so we can watch in the mirror?” Jeanie pushed herself against Darren's easily produced erection. She took his free hand and slipped it beneath her pleated skirt.

“I t’ought I’d fuck ye another way,” he growled in her ear. Darren pumped his fingers in and out of Jeanie to make her wet. Except no work was really needed for that either. “Are ye just ready for me all the time? Spread your legs,” he demanded.

Jeanie went along with what he wanted. She widened her stance so that her feet were shoulder width apart. Darren grinned and got down on his knees behind her. His face level with her ass which he exposed by lifting her skirt. She gave a sharp inhale.

Before she could talk, Darren bent to kiss the backs of Jeanie's thighs. His lips warm on her bare skin where he tore her fishnets earlier. They traveled up over her ass and under the pleats. He alternated from one cheek to the next with dramatic kisses that felt like his entire mouth. That heavy, punctuated breath like every time they had sex formed goosepimples every inch of Jeanie's body.

“Ohhhh,” it was a sigh as Darren kept at it. “Ohhh,” she repeated with a moan at the sensation of his tongue on her ass and thighs.

A third time she repeated the same sentiment when he switched positions from being behind Jeanie to between her legs. His back to the vanity and sink. Head underneath her skirt now while Darren's hands dug into the same curves and softness he had been kissing moments before.

“I t’ought,” his words jumbled by fabric and thighs. The air hot on her sex while he spoke, “You could sit on my face.”

Jeanie tried to brace herself on the sink top. Her hands slid forward as Darren snaked his tongue inside. He flicked it back and forth a few times before withdrawing it and sucking on her slit. He kissed it like he did her mouth before replacing his lips with his tongue. He dragged it painfully, slowly along the outside. Then it dipped in and out.

Unable to balance completely, Jeanie made a poor attempt at steadying herself with fingers wrapped up in Darren's hair. Or what he had left. The thought made Jeanie laugh even as she panted and her breathing quickened. The tip of his tongue collided with her clit finally, and she pulled his head forward.

Darren worked hungrily now. His lips and tongue in a frenzy while Jeanie started to rock into his face. It was like the faster he made his mouth go, the quicker he could get his prize. Making Jeanie cum was always a gift. Not for her. For him.

As his jaw began to ache with the pace he set, Darren thought about every time Jeanie got off. Real or not, sometimes he caught the signs it was actually happening. Like how the hood around her clit would contract against his finger or tongue. How it did now as she cried out “Fuck!” and came as her back arched out of reflex with her thighs tightened around his face. He wasn't quite sure he ever noticed before her.

Darren wasn't exactly drowning in sexual experience. He had been with maybe another girl besides Rosie and Jeanie. He knew Rosie wasn't keen on experimenting or showing him how she liked it. So Darren had to improv. Maybe half the time she got off.

He definitely wasn't into the prostitutes at the cathouse like Tommy and Nidge and Elmo. So the way Jeanie actually had orgasms motivated Darren to do it more. Better. She always told him what to do, how hard or fast or what to touch. Darren could make her cum multiple times. It was an ego trip.

How long could he keep Jeanie in the ladies to make sure she was safe? The texts never said how, but his phone vibrated in his back pocket. He ignored it.

Darren's brain was muddled with thought as Jeanie lowered herself just above his lap. She started to undo his belt and pants to free his cock which she hovered over. He held the edge of the counter above his head as she sank down on his erection. Her knees on either side of him and started to ride as quick and rough as his mouth fucked her before. Darren couldn't stop her as her mouth consumed his own to taste the orgasm still on his lips.

They could only have so much sex. Darren's chest was starting to hurt, and he knew Jeanie's legs probably wouldn't work too well tomorrow. There had to be someplace more comfortable they could wait out the rest of the night.

“Stop. Stop.” he held Jeanie's body fast. “I need a breather. One lung. This is painful as fuck, darling. I know someplace softer we can go.”

Tag list: @robertsheehanownsmyass @forenschik @slutforrobbiebro @badsext @bwritesstuff @elliethesuperfruitlover @super-unpredictable98 @nightmonsters @rob-private

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Read into Me Chapter 5: Romeo and Juliet

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 2,955

Warnings: Swearing, slut shaming, bullying mention

Tag List: @divinity-deos @thecaptainsgingersnap​ @wolfish-willow​ @scoopsohboi​ @herre-gud-nej​ @clockworkballerina​ @maddie1504​ @i-am-trash-so-much-its-scary​ @banjino-in-the-hole @buckysarge​ @wildcvltre​ @stanleyyelnatsiii​ @unusuallchildd @n3wtscaseofniffler5​ @peterparxour @alwaysstressedout @linkispink1995​ @asharpkniffe​ @a-big-ball-of-idk​ @used-avocado​ @mochminnie​ @sledgy14​ @the-creative-lie​ @yall-wildin-like-siriusly​ @ggclarissa​

After that afternoon, you spent practically every day after school with Steve, either in his bedroom or the library. It was weirdly nice. You didn’t always talk; mostly you worked in silence, Steve answering English questions or doing work for other classes and you doodling. You’d finished the sketch of Steve you’d started in his bedroom the same night you’d started it. You were actually quite proud of it; you’d managed to get the shadows on his face to make his face look hollow and strange, not beautiful like it usually appeared. And yes, you were comfortable with calling him beautiful. You found a lot of your subjects beautiful, they all fit into an easy collection of strong, attractive faces that could be found in Hawkins. Hawkins Most Beautiful: the collections of portraits labelled themselves.

Steve called you fairly often as well; usually on the days when you didn’t meet up he’d call so he’d have someone to keep him company as he worked. He seemed lonely to you. From your conversations, you learned little of his supposed friends, but you learned a fair bit about his family. Both his parents were rarely home. His father worked in the city and kept an apartment there, keeping him as far away from home as possible most of the time. His mother was home more often, but kept her hours in certain places, leaving him home alone most of the time. So it seemed, he was ignored past the age of twelve. You sympathized with that, your own parents weren’t exactly present, albeit for different reasons. He asked you a lot about Samantha, which didn’t bother you; you could talk about her far more than you could yourself.

“I can’t honestly say that I even really know her…” Steve laughed. You were sat in his bedroom one evening, the sun setting in creamy red swirls, ominous strawberry pieces in homemade ice cream. Sweet and yet worrying for reasons beyond you for the time being. You were sat at his desk, leaning back in his desk chair, turning left and right. Steve was sprawled out on his mattress, feet kicking beyond him casually, his papers spread out in front of him.

“Yeah, she doesn’t really associate with some of your friends. Tina isn’t really our biggest fan…” you replied, smiling softly. The memory of Samantha dumping a miniature carton of chocolate milk on her head in the seventh grade flashed through your mind, her shrill screech making you chuckle.

“Oh yeah? What’s up her ass?” Steve asked, turning onto his side to look at you fully. He looked incredibly posed and uncomfortable, his head placed in his palm and his ankles stacked neatly one on top of the other.

“They used to be best friends, before I showed up. Once I was on the scene, Tina decided that I was someone to bully and Samantha decided that she wanted to be my friend. They fell out because of it and Tina started bothering both of us. She stopped once we were in middle school.” You explained, pulling one of your knees to your chest.

“Tina’s a bitch…” Steve muttered, shaking his head solemnly.

“She’s got such a thing for you.” You chuckled, watching as his face coloured. You continued “Vicki too…they want you so bad.”

“How’d you know?” Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. His face was still pink, it was almost adorable.

“Oh my god, they spend every class with their heads so far up your ass!” you linked your fingers together and pulled them under your chin. You batted your lashes at him with wide eyes, starting into an imitation of Tina “Oh…Stevie, tell me more about your basketball game…oh Stevie you’re soooo strong!”

Steve pulled the pillow from the head of his bed, throwing it at your head. “Oh shut up!” he groaned. You caught the pillow, chucking it back at him, smacking him square in the face.

Steve was great to hang out with. But that sort of friendship didn’t seem to transition outside the privacy of his bedroom. In school, the rules of social interaction began again. Steve returned to the arms of Tommy H and Carol, whose attentions flip between him and Billy Hargrove, and Samantha kept you busy with her questions, her arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, squeezing you tightly into your side. And every time you passed Steve, she cracked a joke in your ear that turned you beet red.

In truth, it was clear that Samantha did not believe you when you told her that nothing was going on between the two of you. She had already decided that the pair of you were in some sort of torrid affair of Shakespearian depths. She seemed to earnestly believe that it was some secret, clandestine romance was happening behind closed doors. You didn’t really understand what she was imagining; it didn’t make sense to you. Steve was far too obviously interested in other people to be doing anything with you. You tried to point out all the girls who hung off his arm whenever she tried to embarrass you about it, but she didn’t see it.

“What you’re missing,” she said through a massive bite of cafeteria shepherd’s pie “Is that all those girls pay attention to him, but he doesn’t pay attention to them.”

“If we were having an affair, don’t you think that I would tell you about it? I tell you everything anyway.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at her.

“You didn’t tell me about Byers until I weaseled it out of you. That’s what I’m doing right now.” Samantha replied with a shrug, mushing her meal together with her plastic fork until it was a disgusting shade of brown, golden corn accenting the pile.

Talking about Jonathan Byers wasn’t fair and she knew it. In short, there was nothing to talk about. You’d had a small, teeny tiny practically nonexistent crush on the boy a year prior, but it was very clear that he didn’t like you back. Samantha had gone to Tina’s party in October, right as your crush was subsiding, and she’d told you that he was all over Nancy Wheeler. You’d had your suspicions about it, but hearing that he’d gone after someone else’s girlfriend and rejected you along the way hurt. Even though you weren’t interested, it still hurt. Samantha was still annoyed that you hadn’t told her about it until it was over, and since it was the only source of knowledge she had on your comatose love life, she brought it up all the time, much to your chagrin.

“All I do with him is sit in his room and help him study. And when I say help him study, I mean literally help him study, we do the chapter studies together and discuss the stupid book.” You said. That wasn’t the whole story; you talked a lot about life and listened to music. You were confident in saying that you were friends by now. You’d almost met his mother twice, both times in passing, and that seemed pretty important to friendships, when their family knew who you were. Still, it didn’t break into school. Steve stayed with his clique and while you tried to stray from yours, Carol or Tina would always scare you off before you spent too much time with Steve. It didn’t take much to scare you, a mere gaze could send you packing, and those two had been mastering the annoyed sneer since the fifth grade.

“Yeah, well you don’t see what I see…” Samantha muttered, turning her attention away from you and onto the loud clique at the centre of the room. Billy Hargrove was show boating, as usual, with Tina and Macy practically drooling onto their lunch trays. Vicki was trying to get Steve’s attention, her thin, spidery fingers gripping onto his wrists, speaking animatedly into his ear. Steve wasn’t facing her though; his whole body was turned away from her, and directly towards your table. Samantha noticed how he watched where you went, it’s why she thoroughly believed that something was going on beyond the surface, something even you might not realize. She knew what a person looked like when they were love struck. Often times, from the outside, it was easier to see when someone was in love with someone else before she could catch onto who actually liked her. She’d watched the women she yearned for fall in love with boring, lame men enough times to have mastered the signs of how men fall for girls. And Steve showed all the non-verbal signs. She couldn’t get a full read on you yet though.

Tommy had caught onto to Steve’s strange behaviour just as fast as Samantha had, although he wasn’t nearly as impressed. You were simply not worth the effort. Not by a long shot. You were fucking lame-never at the parties, never at dances, never at the lake on the weekends. And he knew you had money, you could afford to do all those things, you were just too much of a pussy to show your face. That was fucking pathetic! He knew his friend better than anyone else and a chick who couldn’t hang was not the girl for him. Steve liked fun girls, girls who could turn up for a last minute thing and not be weird about it. Nancy Wheeler was the farthest Steve needed to go on the preppy nerd scale, and that bitch ended up being a massive slut! Like nobody expected that shit. But Tommy knew that you didn’t have any surprises up your sleeves. Despite the fact that you never talked, he knew that you were plain about who you were. Everything was on the surface, and what he saw was not worth his friend’s time.

“Steve, buddy, I’m gonna go get another milk, walk with me.” Tommy motioned him over. Steve followed blindly, if only to get Vicki’s cold, clammy hand off him. Tommy had seen The Godfather one too many times and seemed to believe that he was some sort of small town mob boss, but Steve didn’t really mind following along with him flights of fancy. Usually they were pretty funny.

Tommy wrapped an arm around his taller friend’s shoulders, lowering his voice from the onlooker’s ears. “Listen, buddy, you gotta tell me what’s going up with that Y/N chick I mean you just keep staring at her it’s freaking weird, dude.”

“Y/N? She’s my writing partner for Lawrence’s class, she’s cool…” Steve replied, turning to catch your eye as they passed. He smiled at you, giving a short wave, which you returned with a small smile.

“She’s cool? That all?” Tommy pressed, stepping into the line and grabbing a carton of strawberry milk and the largest chocolate chip cookie in the basket. He unwrapped his arm from his shoulders, letting him go free for the first time in the conversation.

“Yeah, I mean she’s nice, what else do you want me to say?” Steve knew that was being a little defensive, but he didn’t like being questioned for his choices in friends or girls, he never questioned Tommy’s choices and he made the worst decisions most of the time. Carol was no prize and he didn’t say a word about her.

“You fucking her?” if Steve had had anything in his mouth, he would’ve spit it on the floor. Tommy didn’t even turn to look at him, paying the lunch lady in change.

“Jesus, dude, no.” Steve cried, recoiling from his friend. Tommy needed to get hit and while he didn’t have cause to do so yet, he firmly believed someone was going to do it soon.

“Hey, no need to freak out, it’s just a question.” Tommy pulled his friend back in, slapping his friend on the back. Instead of simply heading back to their lunch table, he pulled him to the side, standing next to the hot grab and go table, next to the cartons of fries.

“Now, the way I see it, you have something great going for you.” Tommy began, cracking open his milk and taking a long swig, leaving a milk film on his upper lip. “Vicki Clarke is a fucking babe and she’s begging for it! She’s all over your ass and she’s hot as hell! But you’re blowing it by spending all your time staring at some freak of nature instead. You could have a smoking hot babe at your beck and call, but you’re wasting your chances here, you see what I mean?”

“Not at all, dude.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, looking over his friend doubtfully.

“Look man, I’m just trying to set you up for success here. Because that girl,” Tommy pointed at you slyly “Is not interested. If she was, she’d be over here, acting like Vicki is. But she’s keeping herself planted at that table with that goth freakazoid.”

Steve had no idea what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, to deny having any feelings for you, but that wouldn’t mean shit if he kept watching you. And Tommy was right, there was a girl there who wanted to listen to whatever he said, who chased him down. Vicki was there and you weren’t. So he swallowed his words and went back to his table.

“Hey, Steve…” Vicki drawled. There was red lipstick on her teeth. Steve didn’t say anything about it. It didn’t make her ugly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, letting her rest in the crook of his neck. Vicki seemed over the moon by it and it gave him something to focus on other than catching your attention.

Samantha frowned, turning her attention back to you. “What’s Steve’s opinion on Vicki Clarke?” she asked.

“He didn’t like when I told him that she had a thing for him, why?” you retorted, flipping through the college magazine in front of you. You still hadn’t chosen anywhere to apply and applications for the major schools were due in the winter and community colleges needed their applications in for the fall semester in by the end of June at the earliest.

“Well, he doesn’t seem embarrassed now.” Samantha hooked a thumb towards the couple. You looked once, narrowing your eye to scrutinize the pair.

“Eh, that seems about right…” you murmured. You wouldn’t deny that something about it hurt. But you ignored the pain until returning home from school. As always, you called before making any moves. It was the polite thing to do, even though Steve had made the plans to meet up with you after school the night before.

The phone was picked up after three rings. Steve’s car was in the driveway, not his mother’s, so you knew who would answer. “Hello?” his voice sounded anxious and breathy, maybe even annoyed.

“Steve-o, we still studying? You wanna go grab food at Hula Burger?” Steve had introduced you to the burger place in Carmel, a little mom and pop shop with the best Cajun fries in the county, at least in your opinion.

“Oh shit…” Steve muttered “Y/N I’m sorry I-I kind of made plans, can I take a rain check on the burgers?”

“Oh…yeah, sure I guess…some other time…” you said softly. You wouldn’t try to hide the disappointment in your voice. The pain you felt in the pit of your stomach returned with abundance, not exactly sore and angry pain, but more of a black hole opening up there.

“I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?” Steve asked. He was already running late. He was supposed to pick up Vicki in twenty minutes and he still needed to shower. He had genuinely forgotten about his plans with you and he felt like an ass for doing so. He did want to hang out with you, but a date was a good step after being decimated by Nancy. He wasn’t super into Vicki, but it was still exciting to go out with someone new.

“Sure…” you hung up after that. You stood from your bed, dropping your book bag at your feet. You were used to spending afternoons alone, that wasn’t strange to you. Just because you’d spent a few days with a boy didn’t mean that he was yours to hold back from his life. You could’ve pulled a fit and tried to make him hold true to his word, the way your mother used to act towards your father. But those memories made you sick, you didn’t like that behaviour. But you also didn’t like being cancelled on. It wasn’t a feeling you were used to, not from friends at least. Samantha never really cancelled on you, she always made sure to tell you when she was busy and not agree to plans. She’d never cancelled on you for a date, even when she was dating Keith the creep she always put your friendship on a different level than him. Of course, she wasn’t really into Keith, she came out like a week after they started dating and broke up with him after kissing Jessica Klein at a house party, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Steve had ditched you and it made your heart hurt.

You couldn’t help but watch him run out of his front door and into his car. You watched it pull out of his driveway and out onto the road. It was clear to you now, Steve was more interested in passing English than he was in being your friend. Vicki Clarke was the girl to pay attention, no matter how he acted around you.

So why pretend like he was your friend at all?

[lifejustgotawkward]

365 Day Movie Challenge (2018) - #104: Eyes of Laura Mars (1978) - dir. Irvin Kershner

It doesn’t say much for Eyes of Laura Mars’ cinematic potency that it opens with a sequence featuring a rejected song from Barbra Streisand’s 1976 remake of A Star Is Born. (Or at least that’s what I recall reading somewhere, although I can’t find the link now.) As much as I enjoy the too-melodramatic sounds of “Prisoner,” it sets the viewer up for a film that is similarly overdone and hard to take seriously. It’s probably for the best that Streisand, who was originally attached to the project, opted out; as fine an actress as she is, Faye Dunaway’s performance as the title character is just about the only thing that keeps the absurd plot at all credible.

In the film’s first scene proper, photographer Laura Mars (Dunaway) awakes in terror after a nightmare in which she envisions one of her associates in the fashion industry, Doris Spenser (Meg Mundy), being brutally murdered. Later that night, at a gallery opening, Laura learns that Doris has indeed been killed. Soon more of Laura’s comrades in her profession are victims of the same homicidal maniac, and everyone around her is a suspect, including agent/manager Donald Phelps (Rene Auberjonois), chauffeur Tommy Ludlow (Brad Dourif) and slimy ex-husband Michael Reisler (Raul Julia). Complicating matters is that Laura continues to have psychic visions of the ongoing series of slayings, which makes her seem pretty unstable herself in the eyes of the New York police. The lead detective on the case, John Neville (Tommy Lee Jones), is skeptical as to Laura’s abilities, but he begins to believe her when they find themselves falling in love.

It’s way too easy to figure out the culprit in this thriller, but Eyes of Laura Mars is still fun just because of its trashiness. There is a definite Brian De Palma vibe going on with the objectification and sexualized violence (even though the gaze belongs both to a male spree killer and to a female photographer) and the first-person viewpoint of Laura’s “visions” is reminiscent of camerawork in a horror classic made that same year, Halloween, which is no shock since Eyes of Laura Mars was co-written by the same auteur who made that film, John Carpenter.

Then there are all the famous faces in the cast. Besides the aforementioned actors, there’s Frank Adonis as another tough Manhattan cop, Darlanne Fluegel and Lisa Taylor as two of Laura’s prized models and Rose Gregorio (whom I last saw as Jennifer Jason Leigh’s elderly mother in Good Time) as the gallery owner carrying on a clandestine affair with Laura’s former husband, Michael, as his sugar mama. Best of all, however, is the presence of Tommy Lee Jones’s stand-in, one Ernie Pysher. You may not know who this gentleman is, but I knew him as Dr. Ernest Pysher, assistant principal in charge of arts at my Brooklyn alma mater, Midwood High School. Back in the day, this fellow was a regular on the soap opera “The Edge of Night” (here’s one of my favorite weird clips) and had a role as a mad scientist in the notoriously disgusting Troma horror flick Blood Sucking Freaks (1976). During Eyes of Laura Mars’ opening credits, I caught sight of Ernie Pysher as one of the visitors at Laura’s gallery show, and let me tell you, it was a pretty great moment. Thinking of him as both a Hollywood hopeful and as the nice, slightly eccentric guy who acted in the annual school musical and once gave me and my mom free tickets to see Il Trovatore at the Met is an uncommon delight.

[womenofcolor15]

Mariah Carey Says She Suffered A Miscarriage After Ellen DeGeneres Forced Her To Confirm Pregnancy 12 Years Ago + MiMi Reveals Which Classics Were About Former Fling Derek Jeter!

Mariah Carey has a memoir coming down the pipeline. Before its released, MiMi spilled some tea on what fans can expect. Miscarriage? Derek Jeter affair?! Get it all inside…

  You may think you know, but you have no idea.

Mariah Carey has provided the soundtrack to our lives over the last three decades. Throughout her career, the Grammy Award winner has sold over 200 million records worldwide, making her one of the best-selling music artists of all time. We’ve been through it all with the Elusive Chanteuse singer. Happiness. Heartbreak. Pain. Love. All of it.

What we didn’t know is what the R&B songstress was dealing with behind-the-scenes.

Yes, we’ve all heard about her highly publicized physical and emotional breakdown. In 2018, she revealed she had been denial about her battle with bipolar disorder.

We’ve watched her fall madly in love and the drama that followed after a breakup (*coughs* billionaire lover James Packer *coughs*). And most of us remember the commercial failure of her film Glitter. However, more was happening behind-the-scenes and she’s now (nervously) opening up about those events (via Vulture) in her upcoming memoir, “The Meaning Of Mariah Carey.”

There was one moment on national television that Mariah Carey revealed made her super uncomfortable. In 2008, there were rumors that the “My All” singer was pregnant with her husband Nick Cannon’s baby. She didn’t want to talk about it, but daytime talk show host Ellen DeGeneres did. And the daytime TV host tried to trick her into confirming that she was in fact carrying a child.

During the segment, Ellen seemingly tried to trick MiMi into revealing her pregnancy. She offered her a glass of champagne on the show and it got really weird after that.

"People are saying that you're pregnant," Ellen said to Mariah as she powered champagne.

"I don't discuss that," the singer responded while nervously laughing. "I can't believe you did this to me, Ellen," Mariah said after objecting to the bubbly, dubbing it too “fattening.” She was forced to announce her pregnancy although she didn’t want to.

Peep the clip below:

Shortly after, Mariah suffered a miscarriage.

“I was extremely uncomfortable with that moment is all I can say,” Mariah said. “And I really have had a hard time grappling with the aftermath.”

“I wasn’t ready to tell anyone because I had had a miscarriage. I don’t want to throw anyone that’s already being thrown under any proverbial bus, but I didn’t enjoy that moment.” Carey goes on to say that there is “an empathy that can be applied to those moments that I would have liked to have been implemented. But what am I supposed to do? It’s like, [sings] ‘What are you going to do?’ ”

        View this post on Instagram

                  Happy Thanksgiving! Thankful for all the blessings in my life

A post shared by Mariah Carey (@mariahcarey) on Nov 28, 2019 at 10:21pm PST

Later, Mariah welcomed twins Monroe and Moroccan in April 2011 with Nick Cannon.

Unfortunately for Ellen, Mariah’s story is parallel to what former employees have described as a toxic work environment. If you missed that story, get the deets HERE.

Oh, and get this…

imagine my all and the roof written for YOU by MARIAH CAREY??? how lucky derek jeter is chile pic.twitter.com/dK3s7iB2zr

— :') #MC30 #MariahMemoir #TheRarities (@withyouriah) August 31, 2020

The songbird also revealed she engaged in a fling with former NY Yankees legend Derek Jeter while she was still married music mogul Tommy Mottola. In her defense, she said her marriage was on the rocks.

So check it, two songs from her epic Butterfly album (released in 1997) was about Derek Jeter! She revealed “My All” and “The Roof” were about him.

After meeting Derek at a dinner party, she said they started secretly “text-flirting.” Hmm…in the 90s? Either way, they were in correspondence.

Knowing that fans already suspected the song “The Roof” was about her first meeting with him made it easier for her to reveal what she wore the night they had a clandestine kiss on the roof (get it?) of his apartment building. There was Moët. She wore a buttery leather Chanel skirt. She remembers her boots and the rain and her hair curling in stunning detail.

“Of course I do! I can never forget that moment,” she says. “I mean, it’s not like it was some intensely deep, intellectually stimulating — again, it was a great moment, and it happened in a divine way because it helped me get past living there, in Sing Sing, under those rules and regulations.” When she belts, “I’d risk my life to feeeeyall / Your body next to mine,” in “My All,” it’s because she really was risking her life to have a night with Jeter in Puerto Rico, she says.

OH?! MiMi was on some “How Stella Got Her Groove Back” vibes. Surprised she didn't get caught by Tommy with the way she described how controlling he was back then.

And then she shared this epic story about Jay-Z, Chaka Khan and Prince (RIP!):

“Oh, remember,” Carey says, lurching into another tale, “Jay [as in Z] has that great story of when we were all there together at the club and Prince was taking so long to perform? Whatever, it’s a long story, but he didn’t go on until like 5 a.m. with Chaka Khan, who was having Hennessy and smoking and still singing like a trumpet, and it was amazing. It was amazing.”

Imagine. You can read more here.

From what we gather, this memoir is going to be a juicy read with some content that'll be enough to “surprise even her best friends.”

"The Meaning of Mariah Carey" is set to be released September 29th. Small book club anyone?

  Photo: Jaguar PS/Shutterstock.com

[Read More ...] source http://theybf.com/2020/09/03/mariah-carey-says-she-suffered-a-miscarriage-after-ellen-degeneres-forced-her-to-confirm-