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allisinz:

 Allison would actually be one of those people - to just paint her naked body and put “clothes” on herself.  It came with the job ,  you were comfortable with your body or you just hid the fact that you didn’t change in front of others.  The only time the blonde actually wore undergarments were for work or her roommate was around at their place.  She still rarely wore clothes though.  As she looked herself over in the mirror , you could see Allison wasn’t wearing a bra ( nipple piercings seeping through ) .  She shrugged as she was most likely going home and she didn’t’ think Vivian would flip out.   “ Candi ? Makes me think of actual candy. “ She giggles and bites her lip. “ They’re cute , i’ll say that. “ She adds as she grabs her purse with the money she collected tonight . “ Right ? After tonight , i need a nice cold one. “ Groaning at the thought of males trying to grab at her .  Allison smiled at Vivian and giggled. “ Are you reading my mind, Viv ? “ Joking as she was actually thinking of doing that.

        A piece of her mind believes that deciding to work in a strip club was to desensitize herself to the female body. Sure, it kind of worked. She could indeed look at another woman barely dressed and not stammer her way through a reply, or get beet red, but it made her uncomfortable in her own body to look, because she knew how her mind and body was reacting. So most of the time, she casually kept her eyes down. Out of respect, she typically says if someone asks.  Sh smiles at the topic of her dog, though. Candi was one of the few good things in her life.   “ She is like a golden marshmallow. The cutest thing on earth. Light of my life. “   She announces, laughing at the thought of the cute little pup waiting for her at home.   Their giggles mix in the air together and while Allison might have a beer, Vivian will probably just have a glass of wine. Deep and red like her own blood.   “ Maybe I am. Maybe I have that power. “   She hoped no one could read her mind. Wouldn’t that be a mess ?

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vvrens:

when the redhead received a text from his friend, there was no possible way he’d be able to tell her NO . if he did, he’d be wondering all night if she was nourished, if she was okay, if she found someone else to get her food. so he EASILY complied, venturing until he found exactly what the brunette wanted. arriving at the club had wren’s heart nearly beating out of his chest. having n e v e r been to a strip club in his entire life, he found himself sitting outside the club with her bagged food in hand looking at the cars passing by. his fingers were shaking, but he stood up and slowly entered the club. the redhead was told to find himself a table, and as soon as he did and took a few moments to scan over the area, he felt someone’s presence across from him. eyes nearly BUGGED OUT of his head from the view, but he made it a point to keep his eyes on his friend’s face. pocketing the money, he offered a sheepish grin while glancing away from her. “ you’re welcome, viv. didn’t eat before you came to work or somethin’ ? “

            To say Vivian enjoyed seeing her friend squirm was an understatement.  She had no idea how he had gone through his life and never been to a strip club. Her father took er brothers for their eighteenth birthday. But maybe that was just their weird household. But being a stripper herself, she couldn’t let a friend no experience it. Sure, she kind of hated it here, but it was mostly to entertain herself, because a place like this was so... extreme. She takes a bite of her food and quickly sips her water, nodding at his question.   “ I was in a hurry. “   That was true. She had just come from working out and was running behind. Vi always needed to allow herself a good amount of time to get ready--- she was not one of the speedy girls who could slap on makeup and do her hair in record time.   “ Hopefully I didn’t pull you away from something drastically important. “   She didn’t care that much if she did, but she was just asking to make sure. She didn’t want to be that bitch of a friend.

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nordness:

             one of eiza’s cigarettes sits between her fingers, and she’s all but choking on it. she’d never smoked before, and never planned on trying   ——   but if the girl she lived with was mellow all the time, maybe the less deadly of her vices would work on aro, too. at least the temperature is mild enough to enjoy outside, she decides through another bout of coughing as she adjusts her position on the step outside her apartment building. her lungs are not conditioned to smoke; despite her determination, she is not a dragon. she can only discard the cigarette fast enough when somebody comes into her field of vision, trying to act like she isn’t a few more coughs away from hacking up her lungs.         ❛     i was   ——   i like it outside.     ❜         she tries to explain, but it just doesn’t feel worth it.

              It was a beautiful day outside. Vivian took the opportunity to go out and run some errands, letting herself feel the sun and take in all the vitamin d she could. Summer was just around the corner, and that meant going to the beach to tan--- which was one of her favorite things to do. But with two shopping bags on each hand and her purse tucked under her arm, her heels clicked against the pavement and through those clicks, she heard the rumble of someone’s cough. Furrowed brows and looking around curiously, she saw a younger individual, sitting on a step, heaving from what looked to be a cigarette. Vi quit a couple years back. The smell now makes her both sick and long for another at the same time.  Tossing what was left in front of Vi’s path, she stopped, looking down at her.    “ You good, kiddo? “   She couldn’t help but laugh, ignoring her defensive statement.

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mvrgans:

‘ what are you, scared? ’ on hindsight, maybe they should be. it’s never that much fun when she turns over a death card and immediately has to do damage control so that the other person doesn’t automatically lock themselves inside the house for eight weeks.

        An eyebrow raised at the card that was flipped over. She looked up at the reader, her face stoic and blank.   “ Should I be? “   Vivian was raised in house that instilled no fear. Not even in the inevitable of the end of life. He father lost friends to war. Death was no stranger to the family.   “ Do you make money off of putting fear in others over their life ending? “   This was not the future she possibly feared. In fact, if she did happen to meet an untimely demise, at least she would never have to face the truth about herself.

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allisinz:

It was finally the end of the shift , if Allison stayed any longer she’d probably had smacked one of the grabby drunk guys coming onto her. She groaned as every night - she was sore. Feeling stiff as a board from all of the pole dancing she did extra for money.  As she made her way into the back , she noticed Vivian . The girl always caught the blonde’s eye in some way , but she never pushed anything more than convos.  Noticing the girl take her bra off , she really didn’t think any of it and did the same.  Letting all the money from it - fall to the ground. Allison was comfortable with her skin and didn’t care. Raising an eyebrow as she looked at coins on the counter.  The blonde couldn’t help but giggle. “ Oh i’ve gotten pennies before.” Speaking up as she shook her head. “ Men - there something else.” As she walked to where her clothes were - her goods exposed to all the other girls.  “ I don’t have a dog , but i’m ready to do the same or drink a beer. “ Chuckling as she slipped out of the outfit . Sliding into her tank top and leggings.

          Modesty--- and panties, for that matter--- were for chumps. Especially in a strip club, you have to be pretty damn comfortable with your god given body to work here. She slipped off the provided g-string that went with her glittery bra. No use in trying, since she’d probably just go home afte this. Her stomach rumbled but he ignored it simply while reaching for her jean shorts, which she slipped on. Her hoody basically covered it up, but she grabbed her purse and shut her locker, grabbing her cash and the few coins, and shoving them into her purse.   “ I love Candi. She just wants to chase squirrels and lay down with me. Dogs are simple compared to people. Plus she’s fluffy. Who doesn’t like a fluffy dog. “   For someone as glam as Vivian was, her chow chow was a perfect fit, and she loved parading her dog around as much as she could. Candi was her pride and joy. The only thing going right in her life.   “ A beer sounds nice. “   It’s all carbs though, and this late at night? No way, she wouldn’t put that into her body.   “ Just turn on whatever garbage is on Lifetime and sleep on the couch as always, right? “

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           Typically, Vivian didn’t trust anyone with her orders of food. She was that bitch. The one who asked for a vegan, gluten free salad with tofu and hold the crutans with dressing on the side. But she hadn’t eaten all day, and her stomach was literally beginning to digest itself with the way it was grumbling while she was on stage. So during one of her breaks, she took the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. She texted Wren,asking him to bring her some food (giving him her specific order from where, and if there were any mistakes she would castrate him), ad in return pay him double. No way sure a pure boy would go through that trouble and come to her place of work. Vivian was never really discreet or secretive about her job.  She didn’t tell people she worked in public service or whatever bullshit other strippers gave. It is what it is, and there was no way around it. She got the text say he was here, and she didn’t bother to throw on a robe or anything. She just found the table he was sitting at and took a seat across from him, handing him a forty in cash. Hopefully he didn’t ask where it had been.   “ Thank you, you’re such a doll, Wren. “   Without even waiting for him to hand it over, she dived into the bag to take out her food, popping it open and taking a bite. Ah, the lovely satisfaction of food.   // @vvrens !!

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             It was getting late. Late in the terms of a graveyard stripper. A long night of dancing and grabbing hands and a tight core, Vivian was getting tired. Very tired. She was in the back, where he clothes were draped over a chair and she was digging out the cash from every crevice of her body. Vivian--- a very unmodest individual, was unclasping the back of her bra, not very mindful of those in the room around her, whoever it may be. Pulling off the straps and digging out the cash that had stuck to her skin, she managed to scoop out some coin. Staring at the collection of quarters, she laughed.   “ You’re fucking kidding me. “   She dumped it onto the counter, along with the bra.   “ Who brings quarters to a fucking strip club? I’m not a washing machine?  I’m supposed to make you cream in your pants, not clean ‘em. “   She stands up, seeing a familiar friend in the dressing room.   “ I’m about ready to curl up with my dog and pass the fuck out. “   Reaching into her locker, she pulled out her hoodie, slipping it on over her lack of anything.  Hopefully Allison was done too. That woman deserved a break just as--- if not more than her.   // @allisinz !!

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benstxne:

Ben was inventory checking at his bar. It was a pretty slow afternoon and he finally made himself get up from his seat and do it. That was one of many things he truly hated to do, but sadly at this moment there was no one else who could do it for him. His initiate suddenly stopped as he managed to get his shoulder cut by an old shelf. “Fucking hell…” He cursed as he stepped out of the back room to get a first aid kit. He noticed a customer’s eyes on him. “Just a scratch, you can go back to doing whatever it was, unless you want to kiss it better.” He said in a sarcastic and less in a rude manner. By now the customers should have got used to his constant sarcasm.

            She’s been working beyond hard. Her boy aches and she just wants to pass out. By looking at how much she’s been drinking, she probably could. Vi could hold her liquor. She could hold it well. She didn’t need anyone telling her when it was time for her to stop, she only felt mildly drunk.  Watching at he cut his shoulder on the shelf, she took a sharp inhale in just at the sight of it. That must have hurt.   But he seemed okay and she wasn’t the type of girl to worry. He’d fucking live, right?   “ If it’s just a scratch then you should pour me another drink. “   She wasn’t here to stroke his ego. He lips were too great to be anywhere near his dirty mug,or shoulder for that matter. 

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did i just see (EMILY RATAJKOWSKI) walking down sixth street ?! oh, wait, it’s just (VIVIAN KILINSKI), the (24) year old (CIS FEMALE) (STRIPPER) who has a reputation for being (EMPOWERING & HONEST) but (COLD & STUBBORN). let’s hope (SHE) prepared to take on the wild ride that is austin, texas. / (chloe, 18,she/her, cst)

*guess whos back by eminen plays* guess who’s back, back again, shady’s back, tell a friend.

alright i’ll stop. Anyways, it’s chloe, (i play my other bby elliot) with another gut-wrenching character. vivian is a revolution and gonna take austin by storm. jk she just wants to be left alone, but plot twist she’s problematic as heck !! we’ll get into that in a bit...

(( WARNING THIS GOT SO FUCKING LONG I’M SORRY ))

no one really calls her vivian unless ur sharon (and no one is sharon but sharon, so back tf up m8) everyone just calls her vi or viv or if ur her brothers, v-dizzle. 

born in pheonix, aizona, vi was born to stanley and amanda kilinski. mandy was a nice jewish girl from the bronx who had moved to arizona for college. stan was a straight up army man, discipline to the core. they were married and popped out four kids, then when vivian was 2, her mother filed for divorce and went back to new york. the kids stayed with dad tho! whether that was best or not, you can decide.

(( FAMILY BIO BEGINNING. YOU DON’T GOTTA READ IF U DON’T WANT TO, BUT IT’S IMPORTANT ))

mom came around for like, holidays, and called on birthdays. they were so dramatically apart, though, it was difficult. their father was a well-payed realtor. mom, though, worked in a bakery as far as she remembers.

now, viv was rlly young when her parents split, so all she’s known is just having her dad around. it was tougher for her brothers though. ernest was the oldest, and he always took it hard. which causes an issue for later. u will see

dad loved the italian culture. since he was straight up polish, his parents having fled after the second war, he didn’t really get it until he was in his own house. The family took vacations every other year to florence, dad cooked weekly dinners of different italian cuisine. and always drank italian wine. so what did good old stan do ??

married an italian woman of course !

and in short, god bless sharon banchi.

vivian was about 7 when they were properly married. they’d met on one of their family vacations and did that whole long distance thing for a while. Sharon came from a vineyard and a family of money, so she’d visit yearly. Eventually she just moved in. she was beautiful, and younger than their father (not by much, but she had youthful skin and he was a single father of four, so he always looked older)

ernest and norman, the two oldest, hated her. always playing pranks and shunning her son marco (who just about the same age as vi-- they quickly became friends)

but fun fact daddy was in the army for years and took non of their shit !! discipline and respect was vvv important in the kilinski house !! 

(( BACK TO THAT GOOD SHIT ))

anyways, boring fam shit over. sharon’s cool, marco’s a bro, vivian has a family finally. and it’s a high fucking testosterone house okay !!

she was !!! raised !!! to !! suppress !! feelings !!! bc crying’s not manly. real men don’t cry. vivian was raised to be a real man ok !!

*sidenote: the only time you’ll see our girl follow rules is in that house it’s all straight poster and ‘yes sir’s there. but fuck the rest of yall.

this is already getting so long i do apologize

but high school was kinda rough. u know, she was a babe, she was loud and rlly stood her ground. boys followed her and she was like ??? never ?? really ?? into it ??

but she kissed one in a movie theater sophomore year so people would stop talking

didn’t date anyone until people started whispering midway through junior year. She let joey truman fuck her at jessica abernathy’s winter party. it sucked. but at least they stopped calling her a d*ke

PLOT TWIST SHE IS THO EEEWHOAOAOAOAA

this is never something vivian really thought about. she never gave herself the option to explore the possibility of liking girls because it was so OUTRAGEOUS that she’d simply stop at the rapid heartbeats she got from kelly welch, the flyer on her cheer team. 

BUT LMAO DON’T WORK LIKE THAT HUH B ??

after high school, she was going to college at university of pheonix. just to mostly get her generals. she had no idea what she wanted to do, or what she liked. 

but her creepy brother’s friend could hook her up with a /real/ nice job. which, sounded terrible, but her dad was hounding her ass about getting a job and making money and had to move out by the end of the month so to stripping she went.

it’s real awful she hated it. but hey, it made really good money and her student loans went down. 

so she graduated with a bachelors in business and marketing. had no idea what to do with it. she was still stripping. and honestly, she didn’t want to have to start over, you know ? she had a nice fucking place and could afford real nice clothes and jewlery. when u make bank, it’s hard to give it up

the actual job sucked tho. with all the control and harassment and vi hatd her body most of the time and worked until her core felt like it was going to burn but her lady friens said her abs were sick so bonus, right ??

but oh no, then SHE came along

oh ya it’s one of /those/ plots

she was tall and beautiful and talked to vivian like a real human being and then also put her in her fucking place. she was an angel. a true grace of god. vivian was absolutely in love with her and this girl knew it. this girl took vivian by the strand of her hair and dragged her along for the best, gayest ride ever. sexually liberating, emotionally freeing, viv finally saw that she wasn’t a sexual and emotional void. like she could feel something for someone. 

BUT HAH THAT GIRL WANTED TO MAKE IT OFFICIAL AND AFTER LIKE A YEAR OF RUNNING AROUND U KNO IT MAKES SENSE TO HOLD HANDS IN PUBLIC BUT UH NO VIVIAN ISN’T GAY 

so they had a huge fight, people were starting to find out. before it could get back to her dad or her brothers, vivian stomped on her heart and ran away

TO AUSTIN. WHERE SHE STILL STRIPS. bc she likes diamonds. and also kind of hates herself so getting that self loathing validation help her thrive. so she thinks.

and she’s still deep deep in the closet

THIS GOT SO LONG I’M SO SORRY I’M REALLY SORRY. BUT PLS I CAN PROBABLY RECAP THIS IN IMS IF U WANNA PLOT JUST LIKE THIS I LOVE MY BBY SO MUCH. I HAVE CONNECTIONS IN MIND BUT THIS GOT WAY TOO LONG SO I’LL JUST BE ADDING THEM HERE SHORTLY.

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Emily Ratajkowski at the Met Gala 2017 in Marc Jacobs

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t a g s ~ !!