cleolopezismssâ:
Being asked for advice on a tie wasnât something she expected. Hell, the only time she ever really had any use or need for them was in the bedroom with her girlfriends. However, she looked over at the brunette beauty. Eyes glancing over, she tilted her head slightly. âOff-black,â she noted. âSometimes appears gray, sometimes appears darker than is. Is there a certain colour youâre looking for? Or just trying to wing it?â
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Had Genevieve been paying more attention, sheâd notice that the woman sheâs asked would be one of Nicolaâs girls as per the intel sheâs kept over the years. As it is, sheâs too busy overthinking if getting Bear something as simple as a tie would disrupt the dynamic they have. âI donât really know what Iâm going for,â she says honestly. âWhat do you give someone that says âThank you for saving my life and also making me happier than Iâve ever been in a long time?ââ
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âYou canât look this good at the time, I mean honestly youâre really taking the mick now you know that right?â He chuckled as he looked down at her as she sauntered on back to him. Bear hadnât expected her to come and spend the day with him, helping but but he also wasnât so sure why it had been surprising, she was more than just a pretty face she was kind too and making him soft as hell. âI donât think I could hire you though, I think youâd be far to distracting and Iâd never be able to get any work done around hereâŠI try and keep Sals sin free remember.â The male huffed with another small laugh following. âYouâve got milkshakes you can take to table three, and Iâve got some tips I can give you later.âÂ
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Bear always knows what to say to make Genevieve feel happier than she should. Granted, being complimented by someone theyâre attracted to would do that to anyone but heâs spun it so that each one actually makes her feel as beautiful as he says she is. âTaking the mick,â she laughs, endeared by him to no oneâs surprise. âYou really do have a way with words.â Making sure to keep it professional and not jumping on him like how she wants, she could only throw the man a wink. âIâm sure weâll find an arrangement. Keep your hands to yourself and Iâll let you put them anywhere on me when we get home tonight.â Actually excited that she gets to help out, she waits for the milkshakes in question. âOh? Is this a tip you canât give me now,â she smirks. âOr will that mess up your plans of keeping Salâs sin free?â
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thenickoriumâ:
nicola finally looks up from her list when she heard the sound of a cereal box falling to the ground. itâs been years, more than a decade if you think about it, since she last saw the woman. she felt this slight pain in her chest, she didnât know whether to hug her or ask how sheâs doing, she probably needs to do both, and give her the very explanation she owes.
âi never forgot that.â she stands there, staying silent for a moment before she speaks once more. âitâs been a long time, genevieve.â
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Genevieve pretends to really think about what cereal to get before settling for something her hand first grabs on to. It shouldnât be this hard considering how sheâs kept tabs on Nicola to make sure sheâd stay safe -- or at least thatâs what she tells herself. Itâs been way too long for her to still have this affect, but she does and Genevieve should be angry at herself for being this weak.Â
Straightening up, she tries to put on a smile and is surprised at herself at how genuine it still feels. âIt really has.â Moving to Santa Ysabel had been about surviving and with Bear there, it made the decision that much easier. Now sheâs faced with her past and sheâs not too sure if that had been the smartest idea. âHow have you been, Nicola?â
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Genevieve canât help the rush of pride at the sight of Bear in his element. Heâs opened the diner as some sort of haven for the citizens and the attraction grows. Gripping her own cup of coffee by the counter, she watches the newcomers take their seat at a booth. Before Bear or any other server could assist them, she snatches menus from an incoming waitress, throws him a smirk, and walks on over to get their drink order. Giving them some time, she makes her way back to Bear, smirk turning to a full fledged grin now. âYou think youâd be able to hire me? Iâm real good at multitasking.âÂ
Open to all | Salâs Diner, post event | @indulgencerpgstartersâ
It was safe to say that most of the town was shaken up and he couldnât blame them. The carnival had been awful but it had only made Bear all the more determined to make sure that Salâs was open for those that needed it and now he was cleaned and dressed again, he and Gen having gotten their own food the male had taken a more front of house approach at Salâs for the day. âWelcome to Salâs.â He greeted at the sound of the bell. âWhat can I get for you today, foodâs on the house you just pay for your coffee.âÂ
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Genevieve hasnât really been around long enough to make any lasting impressions, but seeing as how she has a âjobâ and an actual co-worker, she decides to pay him a visit after the whole carnival fiasco. Admittedly itâs to check if heâs still alive and to ask how her shifts are going to be affected, but she does sympathize. It was a terrifying occasion -- the only saving grace for the night being by Bearâs side -- and sheâs not cruel enough to just act like nothing happened.
Obtaining employee records was the easy part. Genevieve figures she can make up some lie if Eddie were to ask how she found him.
And she does end up finding him, calling out to get his attention. âHey, are you okay?â Genevieve approaches him slowly so as not to spook him more than he already looks to be. âI just wanted to see if you wanted to go grab some food?â
The librarian could still hear the screams, the panic, the yelling from the festival⊠It all rang in his head over and over, and the guilt he felt for not being able to save or help anyone was almost overwhelming. It was supposed to be fun! They said itâd be fun, and nothing bad could happen! That was the last time heâd ever let anyone convince him to go anywhere else like that. Heâd just stay in his little bubble, and maybe become a hermit for the rest of his life. But he knew he couldnât⊠Eddie knew the library needed him, and so did his friends⊠He had to put on a happy face, despite being haunted by those absolutely terrifying memoriesâŠÂ
Heâd been lost in his thoughts as he sat on his front porch, feeling like he was going to throw up from fear, when he heard a voice call for him. Looking up, he noticed someone staring at him. âI-Iâm sorry, Iâm okay, I promise..â Fuck, even that was stupid of him to even sayâŠ.
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shanexmartisâ:
âthanks,â she said when gen passed the bottle to her. shane took a drink, enjoying the familiar burn of straight liquor before handing it back to her. âoh, you know, life. the ups and downs of relationships. need i say more? what about you?â
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Genevieve turns to take a seat by the edge of the side walk, reaching up to grab the bottle. âRelationships? Been there, done that. Not worth it,â she snorts. âSo is this a break up drink or itâs not that bad yet?â Hand on its neck, the alcohol gives her yet another burn. âNightmares. They go away with a little help from this,â she shakes the liquor up at the woman before handing it back.
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closed: @estelleofcrimeâ
Genevieveâs hand close around her coffee mug, already taking her first sip once she grabs it from the counter as she ignores the morning rush of the cafe. She isnât due at the library until the afternoon and so she has time to spare.
Looking around for an empty spot, it seems like all the seats are taken. Approaching a random woman, she coughs slightly to get her attention. âDo you mind? I really donât want to take this to go.â
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shane shrugged at genevieveâs offer, itâs not like she had anything better to do at this time of the night. âsure, why not?âÂ
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Taking another swig from the bottle, Genevieve hands it over to her companion. âWhatâs got you down, stranger?âÂ
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thenickoriumâ:
nicola has just been roaming at the grocery store, going through her list for the week since it was her turn out of them three when she heard a familiar voice speak.
âfrosted flakes.â she responds, not bothering to look up to who was it who was talking.
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Genevieve knows that voice, has dreamed about it many times over the years. The grip she has on the cereal boxes loosens and it falls from her grasp. She keeps her eyes away, bending to slowly pick them up.
âYou know I donât like Frosted Flakes,â she says once sheâs managed to get her voice back. âIâll pick something else, I guess.â
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closed: @emmathestuffyâ
The puppies right by the window look up at her with such hopeful eyes and Genevieveâs heart just breaks. She knows she canât bring any of them home, but she canât help but want.
âYou know Iâd take you home if I could,â she pouts, tapping the glass. âBut I can barely take care of myself.â Noticing that sheâs not alone, she turns sheepishly at the person who might have overheard her. âSorry, but look how cute they are.â
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closed: @cleolopezismssâ
The mall doesnât really provide a section for men whoâs managed to save a womanâs life, but Genevieveâs sure sheâll find something.
Picking up a tie, she examines the color under the fluorescent light. âExcuse me, Miss, do you happen to know if this is navy or gray?â Holding the fabric up, she turns to the stranger within the vicinity.
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HALLOWEEN EVENT PART TWO CONT.
Genevieve has to agree, his own chuckle eliciting a small smile from the woman. While it certainly isnât the right time, she still canât help but have fun with Bear. Maybe this is what she needed in life: someone that makes her feel safe under every occasion.Â
Hand in hand, she steps in closer even if she knows that they both can take care of themselves. Sheâs just enjoying the proximity. âWhatever they do, I hope they donât ruin our plans.â She tries to listen around the corner through the sounds of the screaming, but it does prove to be rather difficult. âAre you sleeping over tonight?â
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Thereâs a coffee down at the counter and Genevieve could have sworn the barista said her name.Â
Reaching out, sheâs met with another hand going for the same cup. âOh, did you order this?â
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closed: @thenickoriumâ
Genevieve holds up two boxes of cereal, brows furrowing as she tries to make her decision at the grocery store.
âWhich do you think tastes better,â she turns to ask the person nearest her.
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@bearrichardsonâ cont from here bec apparently naked cuddling is flag-ableÂ
Bear calls her âmaâ like itâs something special and Genevieve lets it warm her insides. Sheâs still not quite sure what they have, but sheâs certainly not complaining. Itâs as if he took the roughest, sharpest parts of her and softened them out, leaving her malleable under his care. And she trusts him for it, too -- thatâs the surprising part. She doesnât even have the little flares of unease when she thinks about it.
Genevieve hums in response, letting her lips move up his jaw. Pulling back a little, she flashes Bear a small smile -- something only meant just for him. âFew hours of just kisses? Sign me up.â Pressing her lips against his, she gives him a couple of pecks before deepening it slightly, using her lower half to grind down against him.
âJust kisses, though?â
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shane wasnât much of a sleeper these days. in fact, she wasnât much of anything. she was a husk of a person. was she even a person anymore? or was she just a walking body with no one left inside? sometimes she felt like she was on autopilot, trying to get through the day until finally the hollow shell of her body finally gives out too. she would look in the mirror and try to recognize the eyes staring back at her but got nothing. they were just two soulless brown eyes looking back at her, set in deep sockets. lips that spoke words that felt like they came from someone else. curly hair that she couldnât remember the last time she did anything with more than throw up in a messy bun. high cheekbones, more exaggerated from her lifestyle. this wasnât the face she was used to seeing.Â
no, shane didnât feel like herself anymore. the years of addiction have changed her into someone completely different. someone no one wanted for more than just a night. she wasnât even the main character in her own life. she just drifted around with no care for herself anymore.Â
sometimes when sheâs really high, she thinks about the multiverse theory and how thereâs a possibility for multiple timelines with multiple outcomes. she thinks about those shanes. were they happier than her? were they successful? she wonders if there was a shane who never had her heart broken by eliza, never got into drugs, and followed her dreams. or maybe there was a shane that marissa picked over delilah. where they loved each other and lived happy lives with one another. but she also wondered if there was a shane who was so much worse than she was now. if that was even possible.Â
but sadly, she was stuck in this timeline where she was this sad excuse of a person.Â
no, shane didnât sleep much on her own. she had drugs for everything. uppers to wake her up, downers to numb her, sedatives to put her to sleep when her body needed it but her mind wouldnât let her. it was a wonder that she was still alive at this point.Â
the night was the perfect time for her. in a city like this, there was always people out doing something. clubs, bars, parties. someone was always looking for something. sure, her job isnât what she expected for herself, but it did make sense. her whole life was wrapped around drugs, might as well work in it too. sheâd go around town finding people in need of a sweet release. starting at the restaurants, kitchen workers were always a good place to make a few sales. the amount of cooks who loved to partake in lines of coke in between dishes was amazing. if she was lucky, she could get someone as they were finishing their meal who needed a little something extra to get through the rest of their night. then she would move on to the bars. worth a shot was a fan favorite. shane would get a few drinks while making connections for future sales. sheâd eventually make her way to affinity nightlife to restock dylanâs supply of coke. a quick stop by mayhem to see if anyone was in need of some party favors.Â
even after paying off richie, she wouldnât mind staying in with him and continuing this line of work. it kind of made sense for her. she knew almost everything there was to know about the things she was selling with a lot of first hand experience. keeping a real job with her lifestyle was hard. but one where she could make a few sales in the middle of the night while doing the things she was already doing? it was perfect for her.Â
walking around the city in the middle of the night should be terrifying to her, but shane loved it. the cool night air was refreshing after being locked up in her lonely apartment all day. compared to new york city, santa ysabel was almost tame. sure, there was the occasional mugging and murder, but everyone just turned a blind eye to it. not to mention the things richie was doing. but shane didnât worry about those things. maybe it was naive of her, but she didnât fear anything that wasnât from her own doing.Â
her leather jacket was pulled tight around her body as she walked down the sidewalk, doc matins clunking against the concrete. pulling out her pack of cigarettes, shane took out one and put it between her lips. sure, smoking was bad blah blah blah, but it was the least harmful thing that she did to herself. it was the first addiction she picked up all the way back in high school. she still remembers the first time eliza handed her one, cupping her hands around shaneâs face as she lit it and shane took her first inhale of nicotine. it was all downhill from there. after that, it was a slippery slope to where she was today.Â
she pushed those thoughts away, lighting the cigarette between her lips and taking a deep breath. focusing on the past never did her any good. after all, she spent ten years living in the past and now she had all of those fantasies crashing down around her after one interaction with marissa. thatâs what she gets for thinking that after ten years, they could have picked up where they were like nothing happened. if she was smart, she would have moved on. marissa broke her heart. and yet shane was still holding on to that idealized love that she felt for her. marissa was just another addiction to add to shaneâs list, but it was probably the hardest one to kick.Â
lost in these thoughts, shane wasnât really aware of her surroundings or where she was even headed. all she knew was that she couldnât go back to her sad apartment just yet. which was why she didnât notice genevieve walking towards her until they bumped shoulders. blinking a few times, she looked at the other woman, open whiskey bottle in her hand. shane had been in that state many times herself that she didnât think anything of it.Â
âheyâ
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Genevieve looks down at the bottle then back up at the woman in her state.
âYou want some?â
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Genevieve doesnât wake up in her own bed and at first, thereâs a flare of panic before processing the warmth that surrounds her. Though there have been many people between her and Nicola, Bear is the first one where she actually feels safe enough to go back for more. Snuggling in closer, she ignores the sting against the the cuts on her body that have yet to heal, and focuses on just how soft he is. Her eyes flutter up at him, lips curling into a ghost of a smirk, before pushing up to press a kiss against his. âI should say the same thing, handsome,â her voice is still thick with sleep but that doesnât stop her from swinging her leg around to straddle the man, bending forward to hide her face at the crook of his neck. âThere. Now Iâm no longer on the sheets,â she teases. âWhat do you want to do now?â
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He wasnât meant to be this soft for anyone, in fact he made a rule against it every time he set his eyes upon another pretty face but as usual with him that rule lasted around five minutes before it was gone and he was hooked. Bear was just that way he supposed, falling a little in love every night when the next one came across his path the next time. Genevieve had proven to be no exception to the rule, sheâd shown up at Salâs looking more and more gorgeous every time she did and then when he had stumbled across her as hurt as she was heâd wasted no time in taking her under her wing - and now it seemed into his bed which he wasnât exactly complaining about. âYou know it should be a crime how good you look tucked up in these sheets maâam.âÂ
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