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𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫

chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: reader gets hooked up to the lie detector and the triplets use this to their advantage

warnings/notes: one use of Y/N, one use of profanity

requested?: yes! ↴

- can you do one with chris where the reader gets hooked up to the lie detector and the triplets see this as an opportunity to ask her juicy questions (fave triplet, have you ever been attracted to any of us other than chris) and she says yes but only because they have the same face lol

(request is shortened for clarity)

> > >

Your heart thrummed against your ribcage as your arms and torso were getting wrapped in wires. After hooking them up to the machine, your fingers were also clamped with what looked like clothes pegs. You took a deep breath as the conductor finally sat down.

“Is your name Y/N?” he asked as he stared at the paper before him.

Your heart skipped a beat involuntarily as you answered. “Yes.”

He nodded before asking you a few further questions to make sure he knew what the lines looked like when you were telling the truth.

After giving the triplets the go ahead to ask their questions, they practically shook with excitement. Nick decided to go first.

Your hands twitched slightly as you sat them on the table, palms down. Why did you ever agree to do this?

“Do you have a favorite triplet?” Nick asked smugly.

You huffed upon seeing the look on his face. His smirk made you want to slap it right off - but you knew that this was the least uncomfortable question that he would ask.

“Um- no?” you said. It was more of a question than an answer.

The conductor shook his head. “Lie.”

Hearing the ‘oohs’ and gasps of the boys made you squint your eyes closed. You really didn’t want to answer the question in case it offended them, but you knew they wouldn’t let it go if you didn’t.

They all sat up straighter in their seats, urging you to continue.

“Fine,” you sighed, “It’s Nick.”

After hearing that you were being honest, he clapped his hands together, cheering. He jeered at Matt and Chris, boasting that he was your favorite.

“Wow,” said Chris, feigning offense as raised his eyebrows.

You exhaled air out of your noise, laughing slightly as you rubbed your face. This was already turning out to be the longest 5 minutes of your life.

Matt only rolled his eyes next to Nick before pulling out his phone to ask the next question.

“Have you ever been attracted to any of us besides Chris?”

You and Nick’s eyes shot wide open. Chris only laughed beside him, leaning closer to the table so that he could look over Matt and Nick to see you.

Fuck.

Making eye contact with him, you laughed awkwardly.

“I mean - okay listen. Physically, yes-“ Matt clapped a hand over his mouth, looking over to Chris whose jaw hung open “-but only because you guys look the same!”

Nick laughed in disbelief, his eyes flitting between you and Chris.

“That is true,” said the man near the lie detector.

Chris shook his head as he joined in on Nick’s laughter. “I feel betrayed.”

You knew he wasn’t offended or upset. They were your best friends, and Chris trusted you and his brothers enough to know that nothing would ever happen - it was all just part of the fun.

“We’re having a talk after this,” he added jokingly as he pulled out his phone to get his question ready.

Your face grew hot upon realizing what you had just admitted, avoiding eye contact with the boys as Chris asked the third question. But even if you wanted to, you really couldn’t have lied. Literally.

“When we first met were you initially a Chris girl?”

Nick groaned, rolling his eyes. Matt only leaned back, observing the situation. The questions were getting juicy and they were enjoying pestering you with their curiosity.

“Honestly? Yes. Through and through,” you said confidently, your heart rate finally relaxing a bit.

“True.”

Matt let out a breath, looking to Chris to see his reaction.

“Really?” asked Chris, his eyes never leaving yours despite the fact that Matt was staring at the side of his head.

His brows were furrowed, eyes filled with adoration. Yet he almost looked as if he didn’t believe you.

“Of course. I love you, dude,” you said. As romantic as the moment was you didn’t want to make it awkward for the others in the room by calling him a pet name. This was already becoming very affectionate very quickly.

“True,” said the conductor across from you.

Nick aw’ed as he looked at you. As much as he liked to pretend that your displays of love grossed him out, he was actually really glad that Chris found someone who cared for him as much as you did. Most of all, he was glad Chris was comfortable enough to let his commitment issues go slightly - Chris himself never really thought he would ever be able to confess his love for someone so openly.

“I love you too,” he said finally, his cheeks dusted pink as he looked down.

You waved you hands at Nick and Matt as they gave you little puppy dog looks, as if to say ‘you guys are so cute’. They knew you felt awkward around PDA so they never missed a chance to tease you about it when they could.

Sweat pooling on your face, you tried to move on. “Okay, okay. Just ask the next damn question.”

Never again were you going to let them rope you into one of their stupid video ideas.

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h. styles | vanity fair

pairings. harry styles x famous!reader

about. harry and (y/n) are guest on 'vanity fair' to do a lie detector test together, revealing multiple secrets from the pair.

warnings. not edited so disregard any errors, jealous harry cause why not, not my gif, kind of bad writing, a little cursing here and there. lmk if i missed something!

note. hiii everyone! i don’t know if i’m beck yet but i’m just going be leaving a quick fic because it’s been a little over three months which is outrageous!

She rolled her eyes and shook her head sarcastically. "You're supposed to save the best for last, you should go first." Harry placed his hand over her and kissed the side of her head. "My girlfriend, everyone."

"Are you ready? I came up with some pretty interesting questions these past few days that I've been dying to ask you." She grinned.

“I was born ready. Plus," The singer smirked, looking at his girlfriend with sparkling eyes, "I get to ask you some questions after, so be careful with what you ask, babe, because it might come back to bite your ass." He winked and her face flushed a bright red.

Harry turned back towards the camera and clapped, "Let's get started!" A crew member laughed and instructed (Y/N) to move to sit at the other side of the table so they could attach Harry to the machine.

"Arms up." The man demanded sternly. Harry observed her blank, emotionless face and then turned to his girlfriend with furrowed eyebrows. She shrugged and wiggled her eyebrows at him causing him to break the silence and lightly chuckle. The man silently sent them glares, which they both ignored and continued making silly faces and giggled as quietly as they could.

"We're ready." A crew member called out from behind the camera breaking (Y/N) out of her daze and she looked at the man controlling the polygraph machine to ask a few questions.

"Alright, I'm going to ask you a few short, straightforward questions to calibrate the machine." Harry exhaled loudly and wiggled his fingers before nodding, gesturing for the man to proceed.

"Is your name Harry Styles?"

Harry nodded making the woman command him to answer verbally. His girlfriend snorted and stifled a laugh while he mustered out apologies.

"Yes."

"Are you 28 years old?"

"Yes."

"Finally, are you nervous?" He looked up with squinted eyes, something he did frequently whenever he was thinking about something.

"Uh, knowing (Y/N/N), kind of." He chuckled breathily. The woman nodded and laughed along while the polygraph operator gave her a thumbs up to begin.

"Okay, Hazza, first question! Have you ever fallen in love?" The man visibly laughed at how simple her first question was. "Of course. With you." She smiled at his kind words, practically feeling her heart melting. She looked at the polygraph examiner, seeing him throw up a quick thumbs up.

"You're too cheesy sometimes. You guys,"

(Y/N) spoke towards the lens, "pray for me. I have to deal with him every. single. day."

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, lifting his hands in the air with an offended expression etched on his face. She turned to the camera and rolled her eyes in a jokingly manner before moving on to the next question.

"We watch Marvel movies quite often together. I work for Marvel, am I your favourite marvel actor?"

"Bubs, you're an actress." Harry spoke. (Y/N) shook your head and he tilted his as he awaited her response. "Haz, knowing you, I’m surprised that you of all people would say that! Anyways, women should be considered as actors too and not just actresses. After all, male and female doctors are both called doctors, not doctors and doctresses." She stated in a practical manner.

His voice changed pitch as he tried to imitate her. "Fine." He replied dramatically, pretending to flip his hair back with his hand.

"So, out of all the Marvel actors, am I your favorite?" She smirked and fixed her gaze on his middle and index finger, already tapping nervously on the metal table.

"Yes."

She touched her heart dramatically.

"That's a lie." The man behind the machine called out. (Y/N) dropped her hand and her smile fell. "Harold!"

"Okay, it's RDJ. I'm sorry, love." Harry cringed, shocked that the machine picked up on his lie so quickly. She narrowed her eyes and looked back down at her phone. "That's fair. He's everyone's favourite." She mumbled grumpily.

"Does Gemma actually like me?" Harry confidently nodded his head. "Absolutely. She adores you." He responded sweetly. She turned her head to the operator. He nodded towards her, "That's true."

She swiped her hand across her forehead, wiping imaginary sweat. "Good to know."

"Would you consider yourself to be an overly affectionate boyfriend?" She questioned. It was a question she thought of frequently. Harry loved to cuddle, hug, kiss, hold hands, and essentially shower her with love whenever he had the chance, but she wanted to know if he knew of his actions or if he would just do it subconsciously.

"Um, no. I think I'm just about the right amount of affectionate." And it was true, he actually thought that he wasn’t overly affectionate. She choked back a laugh and covered her face with her hand, quickly looking back down to her phone in hopes of finding a different question to quickly move on to.

"Hey, hey, wait! I saw that! You think I'm overly affectionate?" He inquired, his voice going at least 3 octaves higher. "I'm the one asking questions here, Hazza." She winked and scrolled for a question in her notes app.

"Do you think our children would be cute?" She questioned as a sweet smile prominently appeared on her face. She decided against asking if he wanted kids because he had already confessed he did a few months back. It was the purest, most heartwarming conversation she had ever had.

Harry looked at her as if it were crazy of her to ask that. To him, the answer was obvious. "Absolutely. I mean," he pointed in between the two of them, "look at us." He replied cockily. She eyed him, but eventually shrugged, realising that even though he sounded like such a dickhead in the moment, he wasn't wrong.

"Next. Does size matter?" She giggled, watching her boyfriends face contort.

"You're asking me that? What I think? Or what I think you think?" He questioned, waggling his eyebrows.

"Answer however you'd like." The corners of her lips lifted and her face contorted into a mischievous grin. Harry pondered for a while, furrowing his eyebrows as he searched his brain for a good response. "No, I don't think it does." He answered. “That’s true.”

"Okay! Next, Do you think if we met on The Ellen Show, we would have never gotten together?" She inquired. This was a question that she would often ask herself, however, she never had the courage to actually ask him in fear of some form of rejection, so she’d only ponder it while Harry was sleeping soundly beside you.

"Yeah. I think I would've seen you on instagram and slid in your DM’s or something." He admitted. The examiner nodded.

"Moving on. Have you ever lied to me?" She inquired. Harry pursed his lips and sighed. "Yes." He answered honestly.

"Elaborate, please." (Y/N) said, looking at him expectantly. "I’ve know you for over three years now, I’ve lied to you thousands of time." She nodded and moved onto the next question.

"Would you consider yourself to be a heartthrob?" She asked. She was aware of the huge fanbase he had developed since One Direction, people adored and swooned over him and his lovable characters in some of the roles he played.

"Yes." She turned to the polygraph operator and she nodded, "he's telling the truth."

"Damn right, my boyfriend's a heartthrob and he knows it." She said proudly as she looked into the camera.

Harry chuckled and rubbed his eye as he anticipated her final question.

"Last question. Frankly, the most important question. Does pineapple belong on pizza? This could determine the future of our relationship, Haz. I want you to really think about your answer." She warned dramatically. Harry pursed his lips.

"Yes. I think. I like pineapple on pizza, actually." (Y/N) clapped happily and puffed out a small breath of relief. "That's my baby!"

"Alright, my turn, loser."

Harry scoffed loudly and switched his attention to all the cords wrapped around his body parts. He frantically begged the man to remove all the 'gizmos' and 'doo-dads' as quick as possible.

Once he set the singer free, he pranced around the tiny room and threw his arms around his girlfriends body, giving her an enormous hug. "Love you." He mumbled in her hair.

The man then instructed her the same way she had done to Harry. "I can do this." She repeated for the millionth time in the last 5 minutes while a member of the crew hooked her up to the machine. They attached a series of different wires and cords around her chest, fingers and arm.

"I'm scared." She laughed, placing her hand where her heart was. She could feel it pumping quickly.

"Just to let you know, your questions were shit. Mine are actually spicy." Harry teased, excitedly scrolling through the questions on a page in his notes.

He would finally be able to ask some questions that he'd been dying to know about her that he was just too embarrassed to ask on a normal occasion. He hoped some of his questions/some of her answers would reaffirm some things for him.

"Shut up, Styles. I can see you were sweating through your shirt. You're not slick." She smirked, making him lift his arms, where there was a tiny yet noticeable wet patch on the fabric of his expensive shirt.

"Okay, Harry, you can begin asking your questions." The man called as Harry embarrassingly lowered his arm. (Y/N) facepalmed and giggled quietly at his foolishness to herself.

"Okay. Is your name (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?"

"Yes."

"Are you 26 years old?"

"Yes."

"Am I your boyfriend?"

"No." She lied.

"It jumped." The man called, "We're all good."

"Okay," Harry sighed, "I don't know what I would've said if that came out as true." He laughed. "Imagine?" She giggled.

Harry shook his head and read his first real question. "Do you think I'm overly affectionate?" Harry raised his eyebrows while he stared his beautiful girlfriend down. She chuckled and shook her head at his expression, "You're seriously still hung up on that?"

"Just answer the question!" He demanded over-dramatically. "Yes." He gasped and the crew members behind him attempted to cover up their laughs with coughs and sneezes. "But I like that about you. I enjoy your cuddles. That should be considered a compliment." The man confirmed her statement and Harry grinned like a toddler who'd just been told he was going to Disneyland.

"Do you want to get married someday?" He inquired, hope laced in his tone. Although the both of them had spoken about this before, he wanted to make sure. She hesitated for a second, but eventually nodded.

"Yes. As long as it's you." The man blushed and they could hear members of the crew letting out small 'aw's' as they watched them both intently.

"Or Tom Holland, to be honest."

"You just had to ruin the moment." He said moving on while (Y/N) giggled quietly at his disappointment. He swore he heard the serious, monotoned man laugh too.

"The internet made several memes about me after I gushed about your tattoo you got with Emma during our autocomplete interview. Would you get a matching tattoo with me?"

"Of course." Harry’s mouth dropped and turned to the operator for confirmation. He looked up at Harry’s hopeful eyes and nodded. She was telling the truth.

"It's official, everyone, we're getting matching tattoos first thing tomorrow!" Harry deadpanned into the camera, making her publicists laugh in the background.

"You write poems, a lot. I can confirm that," She let out a giggle and nodded her head. "Would you ever write and a poem about me?"

"Um, here’s the thing. I already made a poem or two about hot." She pulled her hair behind her ear nervously. Harry shook his head, his earrings bouncing side to side.

"Which one?" Harry asked childishly, causing her to nervously smile. "Dandelions.” She smiled at the excited boy.

He looked at the camera and mouthed “I knew it”.

"Next… you're known for being a very private person. You've never been public with any of your relationships before me." She nodded. "Out of all these relationships, am I the best boyfriend you've had?" (Y/N) rolled her eyes, expecting to hear the question sooner or later. "Yes, you idiot."

"She's telling the truth." Harry pumped his fist in the air and internally congratulated himself. "I'm so proud of myself, sorry." His cheeks turned red as he noticed everyone waiting for him to get over himself and get on with the next question.

"Before we met, did you listen to any of my songs other than from One Direction?" He rested his head in his palm as he watched her quizzically.

"Um, Duh! I was literally obsessed with you!" She said confidently, thinking back to her fan girl era.

"I already knew the answer to that, I just like hearing her say that she was in love with me." His response made her giggle softly.

"Do you think about the future a lot?"

"All the time."

"Am I in it?" She blushed lightly, "Always."

Harry smirked, repeating one of her previous questions. "Does size matter?"

"You really just took a turn in the opposite direction." She laughed, sending a 'Jim face' towards the camera. "Answer the question! Or else I'm gonna..."

(Y/N) leaned back in her chair as she awaited his answer along with everyone else on set, who was very entertained with the sarcastic couple.

"I'll hit your funny bone. Three times."

"You're adorable." The woman cooed at him while he grumpily pursed his lips. If she were closer, she would've already pinched his cheeks and dramatically rambled on about how cute, soft and innocent he was in front of the camera purposely.

"No, I don't think it does." She repeated his answer from earlier. It was Harry’s turn to roll his eyes. She threw her head back in laughter at his expression and shook her head.

"She's telling the truth." The operator spoke, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. He sent her a skeptical look, while she continued to laugh heavily.

He looked back down at his phone and continued on. "Do you find this man attractive?" Harry had attached a picture to his notes and set his phone flat on the table so the cameras could catch a glimpse of the photo.

It was a photo of Tom Holland at the premiere for his Spider-Man sequel, Spider-Man: Far From Home.

"Duh." She smiled cheekily, blood quickly rushing to her cheeks. Harry groaned as she grabbed his phone and zoomed in to get a better look at all his features. He could practically see her pupils dilate as she stared at the photo.

"Do you think he is more of a heartthrob than me?" She cringed, wondering how she should go about answering this question.

"Yes."

"That's true."

Harry’s jaw went slack. "What!" He shouted with wide eyes. She giggled and raised her hands innocently. "What? Tom Holland is one fine man. You can't get mad at me for that, I mean… look! at! him!" She handed him his phone, zoomed in on Tom's face.

Harry scoffed at her fangirl side coming out as he swallowed heavily.

"Would you leave me for Tom Holland?"

No. (Y/N) thought, holding back a laugh. She thought for a moment. "Yes. Absolutely. 100%. Definitely. No. Questions. Asked." She responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders and leaning back, still being mindful of all the equipment attached to her.

Harry looked down at the metal table and his jaw clenched. She could see his body physically tense as he waited for the polygraph operator to confirm or deny her answer.

"The machine jumped. She's lying."

Harry’s head shot up and he met his girlfriends gaze. She had a small smirk on her face and lifted her hands up to her face as she felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks.

Harry clenched his hands above his head and tilted his head back in his chair, letting out a small yell in triumph. He jumped our of his seat and sized up the camera, getting awfully close.

"You all heard that! I'm done! That's the last question, this couldn't have gone better." He dropped his phone and quickly made his way around the table, being careful not to trip on any wires or break the polygraph machine in any way.

He crouched down and wrapped his arms around her torso, burying his face into the crock of her neck because he couldn't stop his raging smile. "I knew it!"

She looked into the camera, still in her boyfriends embrace and gazed into the camera. She jokingly motioned a 'no' with her hands and mouthed 'Tom, call me', sending the camera a wink and bringing her right hand out with her pinky and thumb sticking out, making it look like a phone and bringing it up to her ear.

Harry felt her movement and looked up at her eyes. She quickly brought her hand to his shoulder and looked down at him as if nothing happened. He placed multiple tiny kisses all around her face, making her crinkle her nose and eyes.

He turned back to the camera for a spilt second. "You heard it here first, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) wouldn't leave me, Harry Styles for Tom Holland! Goodbye! Subscribe to Vanity Fair!" He saluted, still smiling uncontrollably as they both waved at the camera.

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faeriemarie · 7 months

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introducing my lifa app!!

so if you don't know what the lifa app is... here is my extremely confusing explanation. if you can't understand it, i don't blame you

the basics of my app:

The app is for pc, phone, ipad, and other electronic devices (or on paper in drs without smartphones)

It will automatically appear and it can not be deleted. I know everything there is to know about Lifa and I control the app with absolute ease.

If someone were to go on a device where the Lifa app is on, they wouldn’t be able to see it or tap on it at all. Only I can see it or use it and it is 100% real and 100% effective

The lifa app doesn’t take up ANY storage

Lifa knows exactly what I mean because it is connected to my subconscious mind. It knows what I mean exactly, and all intrusive thoughts are ignored

The lifa app doesn’t need wifi

I can do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING with Lifa, no restrictions, and nobody ever suspects that I’m using it

Nothing I search or watch on my lifa app is traceable by anyone but me (not even cell or wifi companies)

There are ZERO CONSEQUENCES to using Lifa and what decisions I make. Nothing goes wrong, everything happens how I expect it to, excluding the intrusive thoughts which are always ignored

No one is ever suspicious of the things I manifest and it’s like I’ve always had them (clothes, food, talents, etc. has always been there)

okay now for the features!!

lifa closet

Any item of clothing I choose from the catalog, script, or import a picture of will be sent to my closet, suitcase, or wherever I want

reality shifting

I can set a time and pick a reality to shift to. I will then shift during that exact time

reality check

I can check which reality I am in with the click of a button

scripter

I can script and write anything. Inserted images are HD, and PNG images remain transparent. I can insert infinite images and change the font’s color and style itself (same features as notes/notion/google docs but neater)

desired scenario

I can specifically script to describe my desired scenario. I can set the time and date to when the scenario happens. The scenario is exactly like how I want and even 1 trillion times better

manifestor

I can insert a picture or describe what I want to manifest. I can also manifest people by typing their name and Lifa will automatically recognize who they are. I can set the time and date to when you want that thing to manifest, and it will happen 100%.

skill increaser

Choose any skill I desire to have (I can also insert it by typing “cooking”). I can choose to master any skill and it will show up immediately. I can search any skill and increase on a scale of 1-100% mastery

motherlode (sims reference lol)

I can deliver/spawn money of any currency in my chosen form. (gift cards, bank acc, cash, etc.) I can choose from coins to bills. There is no limit amount of money or times to deliver it. I can deliver it how much and how many times I want. The money is 100% legal and valid, and passes all money detectors. The money has valid and legal coding, as if it had been made in factories. It still remains perfectly legal. I can choose to spawn the money in my purse, bottom of backpack, pockets, amazon, wallet, etc. The money spawns in 5 seconds. I can deliver/spawn as much money as I desire, there is no limit (even 50 million is 100% possible). There is 0% risk of money inflation

lifa credit card

The Lifa credit card has an infinite amount of money and can never go in debt. There is an infinite amount of money in all international currencies. The card is universal and 100% valid and legal. It can be used in any ATM and online store/game (could be recognized as any official credit card like eg. visa or ae). The money has no money or usage limit, and it can be used for anything, anytime. In ATM machines it appears that the card only has 1000€/$, but in the Lifa app it will be ∞ €/$. If the card gets lost, it will automatically disappear. The same happens if the card breaks, and Lifa will spawn a new card with the same exact info. It will come inside a little gift box (that matches the app’s color scheme I desire) wherever I want. The card’s number and code (and other infos) are up to me or the universe but it's always 100% valid. The card lasts forever. There is 0% risk of money inflation

lifa bank account

The bank account feature is connected to the credit card feature. It’s almost like a normal bank acc. I can see all mytransactions. The amount of money never changes because it stays 100% infinite. I can change my money’s currency. I can also take money out of the card in my desired currency. I can customize the card’s design and I can spawn more cards. I can easily create more bank accounts too, they will all have infinite money. There is 0% risk of money inflation

lifa paypal/venmo/cashapp/etc.

It is 100% legal anywhere. It is exactly like the real paypal, but my Lifa bank account/card is registered. I can use it in all purchases that require paypal. I can login on the real paypal website with the Lifa paypal acc. When I first use the app I get to create a Lifa paypal account. The balance shows 1000€ / $ / £ but the money amount is infinite. There is 0% risk of money inflation

food delivery

If I insert a picture of a food item or search the catalog, Lifa will recognize. When I confirm, it will be sent to my ideal location. (i can pick the location). The food will be 100% fresh and new

boredom cure

Instantly provides me with inspiration to do something that is productive and beneficial to my overall well-being

create-a-person

I can design a person’s hair, body, face, etc., script their personality and choose their traits. It is set up like scripting and has different templates I can use. I can change skin tone, skin type, undertone, hair color, hair texture, eye color, etc. I can insert any pictures and they’ll be exactly how I want. When I insert a script of the person’s personality and behaviour, Lifa will recognize it. I can also script traits and the person’s backstory. I have to fill in each’s birth info (name, age, birthday, sign, blood type, etc) to my desire. I can also choose the relationship between the people when I’m done creating them. Then I confirm and once I shift to my dr it will all be exactly like how I wanted and even 1 trillion times better. If I’m feeling lazy, I can select to let the universe fill in the gaps, and the universe will fill them like I wanted and even better

lifa messenger

I can text with anyone in the universe that I want. It feels completely real and all conversations are remembered. It’s like having online bestie because the people I text always get along with me, always respond, and actually care about me. We can also call and video chat. I am not actually communicating with someone from my reality and instead with the universe since everyone is part of the universe. It works exactly how I want it to

natal chart

I can select which life/reality’s natal chart I want to see. Lifa offers a personalized detailed description of my chart and personality. The chart is 100% accurate. I can also select to look at anyone’s natal chart. Lifa will show a list of everyone I know. It is divided in 5 categories (friends, family, acquaintances, classmates/coworkers, celebrities). The natal chart can also show compatibility

grade changer

Automatically makes me have good grades and changed all my past grades to A. My wrong test answers morph into correct test answers

ask-me-anything

I can ask anything and get the complete and 100% right answer. The questions can vary from asking where my lost tennis shoes are to what’s the answer to number 4 on my math homework. There is no limit to what can be asked and the answer given is always exactly what I need

feature adder

I can visualize and script more features and add them to Lifa with the feature adder. Lifa will add these features in 1 second and they will be 100% effective. Lifa also knows exactly what I mean, even if I script something wrong, so there are no surprises

lifaflix

A streaming site where I can watch shows that only exist in my dr (most of the time used for fame drs so i can see all the great acting projects i have been a part of). I can also watch my drs like tv shows.

lifatube

A video site set up like YouTube where I can watch anything from my dr. Things like fan edits, compilations of dr moments, my dr tiktoks, youtube videos made by my dr self and more. I can also watch memories/anything that happens from either a 3rd person point of view or 1st person

lifa socials

My lifa app has social media accounts from all my different realities that i can flip through, post from, dm with people from those realities, and go live (i can post anything i want on these social media sites and i’m immune to anything bad happening like leaking nudes, screenshots, hacking, or any other cybercrimes/bad things). My wr self even has their own account

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #subliminals #desired reality #manifesting #manifestation #reality shift #shifting realities #shifting community #my scripts ♫#shifter #shift #shifters #scripting #shifting script #desired life #lifa app

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folk-ivy · 5 months

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can you pleaseee do a matt x reader where the reader is a singer (like olivia rodrigo level famous) and she admits to being fans of the sturniolo triplets, so they invite her on their youtube channel, but matt is really nervous and stuttering and his brothers make fun of him for it. sorry if that made no sense haha 😍

Worth it.

Matt Sturniolo x singer! reader

Matt seems a little nervous in a video with one of the greatest singers of the generation.

just fluff!

author’s notes: thank you so much for you request! I'm so, so sorry if this was not what you wanted, but I think I like this one! once again, english is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes❤️‍🩹

The heater in the place was on full blast, and yet the cold December air was still present inside the white, intimidating room. Even though I'm passionate about the cold, I confess that in certain situations all I wanted most was to be on the beach with the torrential heat and the high thermal sensation.

I was currently in a situation I never thought I would find myself in: with some red and blue wires stuck to my body, plugged into a machine, and with Matt, Nick, and Chris, in that order, sitting next to me, and a middle-aged man in front of the computer that showed my heartbeat. We were going to record a lie detector video, and I couldn't be more excited—but somehow worried, too.

I had watched their videos with this same device before and thought it was hilarious, but somehow, when I was the person sitting there, it was not that hilarious. But that was exactly what I wanted when I said I liked the triplets in an interview with Vanity Fair.

"Is everything alright? Can we get started?" Nick asks, clearly excited.

The man with white hair and stubble responds with a quick "yes" and the video finally begins.

The first questions were quick and easy, ranging from my first name to why I decided to become a singer. I was able to relax a little, it was easy to feel at home with the triplets making me feel like part of the family.

And that's when the real fun begins.

"Y/N, you said that you liked our content. My question is: do you have a favorite triplet?" Chris asks with a playful smile on his face, and I can catch a glimpse of Matt's cheeks turning a little pink.

"Of course not! I adore you all equally!" I say after a while, and I laugh awkwardly at the end of my sentence.

"Lie" says the gentleman with my heartbeat.

"This machine is wrong!" I say and laugh a little loudly, while the triplets follow me.

"Oh yeah, the machine is wrong”Nick says with a smile. "So, Matt, aren't you going to ask anything?"

"Um, I d-don't know what to ask," he says and sinks a little in his chair, avoiding my gaze.

“Own, is our dear Matt B. nervous?" says Chris, in a clear attempt to provoke him. I can't help but feel like they know something I don't.

"Okay, next question!" I say loudly, trying to save Matt from his panic.

“Y/N, do you think one of us is pretty?” Nick asks, looking directly at Matt.

"What a stupid question! If I think one of you is pretty I automatically think of all of you, right?" I respond, looking at Nick.

"Fair enough" he says and so the video continues.

“Would you go out on a romantic dinner with one of us?" asks Chris, again looking at Matt. I watch as he gives Chris a cold look.

"What the fuck are those questions?" I say "Of course not! You're all my friends!"

"Lie" says the man.

"I hate this game” I reply, rolling my eyes playfully.

The video continues, but I can't help but notice Matt's fleeting little glances at me and the way he is even more silent in this video. It's almost like he's nervous.

The other two brothers didn't help him, teasing him, and making him even more shy.

"Okay, last question!" Nick says and I give a silent "Amen."

“Are you attracted to anyone in this room?"

I hate you, Nick.

"No!" I say, trying to sound convincing.

"Lie" says the man at the machine.

Dear Mr. Lie Detector, from today onwards you are my number one enemy.

The video finally ends, after a lot of teasing and a red-as-pepper Matt. We're on the way to the triplets' house, and again, I can't help but notice the way Matt was much quieter than usual. We arrived at their house, got out of the car, and waited patiently for Matt to unlock the front door. I can see his hands shaking a little.

“Come on, damn it” says Nick.

Matt finally manages to open the door and Chris flies to the kitchen while Nick goes towards his room, leaving Matt and I alone in the entrance hall of the house.

"Hey, are you okay? I couldn't help but notice that you were quieter than usual" I say and turn towards the boy.

“I-I'm fine! Really!" he says not so convincingly.

"Speak out, Matt! What's going on?"

"Doyouwannagoonadatewithme?" he says, too quickly for me to even process what he was saying.

"WHAT?"

"Do you wanna go on a date with me?" he asks

“I thought you would never ask" I reply and give him a little kiss on his right cheek, going to meet Chris in the kitchen, leaving an agitated Matt behind.

Maybe saying I like the triplets in that interview was worth it.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #writerscommunity #sturniolo imagine #imagine #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #fluff #nick sturniolo

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ghstchan · 9 months

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— incantation ;

→ pairing : hyunjin x male reader

→ summary : hyunjin is no stranger when it comes to the world of witchcraft and magic. one night, he has a bad feeling about his home and he goes to investigate but it’s not what he thinks.

→ genre : angst

→ warnings : blood, murder, betrayal, some gory scenes, mentions of sharp objects.

→ word count : 2,652

→ author’s note: i was channeling gojo satoru, scarlet witch, seulgi 28 reasons era, vengeful witch while writing this.

→ songs currently stuck in my head :

cry for me by twice, crown by seulgi, red sun by dreamcatcher, venom by stray kids, this world by ateez.

hyunjin was known by those around him as something of a psychic, in the sense that whatever he dreamed of would eventually happen in real life. everything from great fortune and luck to his friends, premonitions of demonic entities terrorizing the living, and death to those who crossed him in the past.

one famous instance of death to someone who crossed him was 5 or so years ago, when a close friend at the time, whom hyunjin considered a sibling-level kind of friend, committed the ultimate act of betrayal towards him. hyunjin and his boyfriend, at the time, had broken up, and it was a very heavy breakup in emotional terms, especially towards hyunjin. word had spread that his best friend and his now ex-boyfriend at the time were at a party together; lots of heavy drinks were involved, and his friend brought the ex over to the apartment that he and hyunjin had shared. they had hooked up that same night on the living room couch. lucky for them, hyunjin was not home.

hyunjin has a psychic ability, similar to spidey sense, when something is wrong or something bad is about to happen. some people call it intuition, but he calls it a warning sign. the voice that warns him usually says the name of the person, a command, or something that’s coming.

he was at a friend’s house because he didn’t want to be alone during such an emotional time. they were watching a movie, and just as hyunjin was about to fall asleep, that’s when the "hyunjin-sense" began. it started as a sharp sting in his mind and trickled into goosebumps across his body, which is then followed by a voice in his mind. "check home." the voice says. "do you mind if you take me home? i have to check something." he says. "is it your senses going off again?" the friend asks.

hyunjin only gave him a look and that was all the friend needed. it didn’t take him long to find the keys to his car and for both of them to head over to hyunjin’s place within a matter of minutes. the friend parks his car right in front of the apartment building. "i won’t be long." hyunjin says as he unbuckles his seatbelt. he puts his hands together in a praying gesture, and a wave of absolute silence blankets the car’s atmosphere; hyunjin is deep in thought as he visualizes the interior of the apartment and which room he’s mentally standing in. simple incantation is mumbled under his breath, followed by a simple command. "teleport."

his friend closes his eyes and covers his ears and hyunjin disappears into a blue-to-white mist. "i should probably set a timer to see how long it takes him to get back." chris says before grabbing his phone and setting a stopwatch timer.

hyunjin is now inside the apartment, standing in the bedroom. his eyes fading into a white hue to help him see in the pitch black darkness of the apartment. his arms fall to either side of his body as fingers extend and he gently pushes his hands up and down in a slow, gentle motion. "levitate slightly." his body rises a few short centimeters off the floor, as he does not want to make a sound with his footsteps. smart move on his part.

his heart begins to race, almost like his heart is like a metal detector trying to find the source of what’s making the machine go off. he can hear the creaking of the couch’s wood against the walls, moaning but not agonizing moans of someone who is in excruciating pain; it’s moans of absolute pleasure. "be silent. be careful." the voice says.

he glides towards the bedroom door, placing his hand on the doorknob. "silent." he whispers as he twists the doorknob and slowly pulls the door open. not a single sound is emitted from him opening the door, almost as if he’s a ghost. his heart beats faster as his hand twists the doorknob, as if he’s next in line to get on a rollercoaster.

chris stares at the stopwatch, which is increasing in its time. "fourteen fifty-nine... fifteen minutes. i wonder what he’s doing." he says to himself. he opens youtube to distract himself in the meantime.

the dark brown pupils of hyunjin’s eyes begin to peek through in the midst of the white clouding his corneas as he sees what’s happening in front of him. tears quickly form and roll down his cheeks, and his heart continues beating fast like it’s trying to jump out of his chest. in the living room, with the lights completely off, his best friend in the whole wide world was making love with his ex on the velvet couch.

hyunjin re-enters the bedroom and closes the silent door. his breathing trembles as he inhales and exhales, his heart hitting the overexertion point like it's about to shatter in his body. although he’s floating, his legs feel numb, and he falls silently onto the floor. his eyes can’t stop generating and releasing tears streaming down his face. "be calm. stay in control." the voice says, and almost instantly, hyunjin’s heartbeats calm down, and he wipes the tears off his face.

he takes a few seconds to regain control over his breathing before facing what’s going on within the room just beyond the bedroom door. he sits down on the floor with his legs crossed. his hands lay on his thighs, with his thumb and middle fingertips touching, and his other fingers lay still on his pants fabric.

he mumbles words in pure latin, a language considered dead within modern-day dialects. his eyes continue to form tears that glide down his cheeks, but he feels no sadness anymore. all he feels is pure anger.

the lighting in the entire apartment begins to flicker intensely for a brief two seconds, which catches the attention of adrian, AKA the soon-to-be ex-best friend, who was on the couch. "did you see the lights?" he asks josh, hyunjin’s ex. "yeah but i’m not focused on that right now. i’m only focused on you." josh says. he leans in to kiss adrian.

"go now." the voice screams in hyunjin’s mind, like a war cry. hyunjin’s eyes burst open, glowing in a crimson red color. his body teleports into the living room, directly behind josh. adrian’s eyes widen as he sees hyunjin and he screams like he’s seen a ghost. "behind you!" adrian screams to josh, but josh pulls away and looks behind him only to see nothing behind him. "wh- what? there’s nothing behind me…" josh says. "i saw him. clear as day, hyunjin was right behind you." adrian says in a fearful tone.

"babe, no one’s behind me. if he was here, he’d come right through the front door." adrian says as he laughs. he looks back at josh, only to see hyunjin standing right in front of him. "now you see me." he says as adrian screams bloody murder and is flung towards the front door to the apartment. josh doesn’t see hyunjin but only sees adrian being thrown at the front door. "hyunjin, wherever you are… this isn’t what it means." josh says as his eyes dart around the room, looking for a sign of hyunjin within the room.

the lighting in the room flickers from bright white to a dark red which is followed by slow six knocks at the front door. "josh, are you there? it’s me." hyunjin says. "do not open the door." josh says to adrian. adrian gets up off the floor and dusts himself off, running to grabs his clothes and belongings in a hurried frenzy fueled by fear. "fuck this, i’m leaving." he says.

he runs towards the front door and his hand is now on the doorknob. "do not open that fucking door." adrian says as his voice begins to tremble. "please don’t. something bad is going to happen." he adds as he begins to cry. "i’m not going to be here when that happens." adrian says as his hand twists the doorknob, opening the door and just as he’s about to leave, he stands face to face with hyunjin.

"you’re right about that." hyunjin says as he grabs adrian by his neck, lifting him up off the floor, and throws him back into the apartment. he enters the room then closes the door and locks it with a flick of his finger. "you really think i wouldn’t find out? don’t you know who i am?!" hyunjin exclaims as the room trembles with each word that leaves his mouth.

josh falls back onto the couch and sits in a fetal position, his hands covering his face as he begins to cry into his palms. adrian is searching around for a knife or any blunt object nearby to use as a weapon. adrian finds a knife and places the blade on hyunjin’s throat. "you really think you can just come in here and-" adrian is cut off mid-sentence. josh hears the cutlery begin to shake, uncovering his face only for his eyes to widen.

knives floating all across the living room, the blades pointing directly at adrian at different angles. "you do not get to speak, your actions did all the talking." hyunjin says. "you broke my heart only for you to come into our apartment, actually into my apartment since i signed the lease, and fuck my best friend?" hyunjin asks as the grip of his hand on adrian’s throat begins to tighten and his nails dig into the skin, making droplets of blood trickle down adrian’s neck.

"you broke my heart, now i break you." hyunjin whispers to adrian as his nails slowly pierce into his neck, as he screams in agonizing pain. "feel the pain you gave me when you broke me." hyunjin continues, as josh’s cries form into sobs of fear. "what was it you said earlier?" he asks adrian as both their eyes widen; adrian’s in fear as he remembers what he said, trying to push hyunjin off, and hyunjin’s eyes widen in a rising vengeful anger. the light in the room begins to turn a dark red. "you won’t be here when that happens, was it?" hyunjin asks with a devious smile.

"for once, you’re right about something." hyunjin says as his nails and fingers fully pierce into adrian’s neck, grabbing a hold of his adam’s apple. a single tear rolls down adrian’s cheek as his screams begin to fade out, then hyunjin rips out his adam’s apple, and a squelching sound is emitted.

blood gushes out of adrian’s mouth and throat, onto hyunjin’s face and clothes as well as onto the floor. soon, a pool of blood surrounding their feet grows in width and adrian’s lifeless body falls onto the floor. hyunjin’s face is covered in the dark red liquid as he stands over his ex-boyfriend's body, shocked but soon bursting in laughter. "you two are so done." he says as he turns around to face josh.

the light continues to flicker and hyunjin uses the flickering to his advantage. each time the light goes from bright, he appears one step closer to josh. in the dark, he fades away. the only thing you hear are his heavy footsteps approaching him slowly.

"joshua, you have betrayed me. how could you do something so low and disgusting, especially to me?" he asks. hyunjin’s voice echoes around the room, as josh’s cries begin to return. "in this life and the next, wherever your soul and physical entity is, i will always be there waiting for you to kill you over and over again. you will remain living in fear, trying to hide from me, but i will always find you. i will never let you go." hyunjin says as he conjures a sharp katana glowing in a scarlet red hue.

hyunjin appears in front of josh, pointing the blade at his heart. "consider this a warning." hyunjin points his index finger up then josh’s body begins to levitate up off the couch by his neck. his legs squirm around as his arms try to reach hyunjin but nothing works. "never cross a witch." he says before impaling josh’s chest and digging it into his torso until it appears on the other side, leaving the katana in. "i want you to cry for me." he continues.

hyunjin places his hand on josh’s chest, glaring directly into his eyes. his other hand begins to generate a tiny ball of glowing red fire that grows into an orb to the size of a baseball. hyunjin’s hand pulls away from his chest, transferring the magic energy into both hands now. "my voice is a spell that haunts you. wherever you are, i’m with you." hyunjin says before he slams his hands onto the center of josh’s chest. gut wrenching screams spew out of josh’s mouth as the fiery orbs burn into his skin and hyunjin’s sharp nails dig into his chest to rip his heart out.

his hands grab a hold of josh’s heart, ripping it out in a swift motion. blood spills out from the exposed hole in his chest, quiet whimpers of pain leave his mouth as he stares at hyunjin who holds his beating organ. "die." he says as he rips his heart into two with his fingers. josh’s limbs start to fall and dangle at his side, his head falling and moving side to side as he exhales his final breath.

hyunjin releases the hold of josh’s deceased body and lets his body fall onto the floor. he looks around at the mess he’s made. "what a mess." he says to himself, then snaps his fingers on both hands, making the two bodies and bloody mess all over the apartment and on himself simply vanish into nothingness as if nothing happened. "all better." he says with a smile as he teleports back to chris’ car and into the passenger seat.

"hey! how long did i take?" he asks chris, who was asleep with his phone in his hand. the car turned off by himself, and he sees the stopwatch on chris’ phone screen. "an hour and six minutes.. geez." he whispers as he doesn’t want to wake chris. he puts his hands together in a praying gesture as the car begins to be enveloped in a blue mist, then teleports the car along with themselves back to chris’ house. his car now sat parked in the driveway.

hyunjin exits the car, levitating chris’ body carefully out of the car. he unlocks the front door with a flick of his finger and enters the home. he guides his friend into his bed, wrapping his body with the warm blanket and saying a spell to help him sleep fully until morning. hyunjin closes and locks the door with another flick of his fingers, then lays on the couch, exhaling a sigh of relief. he drifts off into a deep sleep.

hyunjin’s dream starts to reveal a time in history where people were hunting down witches and burning them in an attempt to "cleanse the world of wicked evil." hyunjin could feel himself immersing himself more into the dream, as if he were inside his own dream and exploring around. not before he heard his name being called by an unknown man in his dream, turning around to see someone holding a pitchfork to his neck. "are thou a witch?" the man asks. that’s when hyunjin knew that he wasn’t in a dream anymore... or is he?

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Never Let Go || Whumptober Day 27 - J. Seresin, B. Bradshaw, B. Floyd, M. Garcia

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Synopsis: an interviewer sits down with some of the famous murderesses of Miramar Corrections Facility.

word count: 3.2k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: locked away

warnings: murder, character death, description of murder, hanging, innocence, cheating, cursing, mentions of mental illness

The interviewer stood outside the daunting gates of Miramar Female Corrections. It was one of the last standing all-female prisons in the states. She had been wondering when she’d get the chance to interview the four merry murderesses, especially before one hits the gallows in a couple of weeks. She strolled towards the gate, watching it roll back, taking note of the guards in the towers, machine guns pointing down at her. She would be walking into this for the next four days, interviewing each of the women for an article. They had all been arrested for the same thing and were either waiting on death row or waiting for the trial to commence.

She walked in through the doors, the dim lighting made the building even more ominous. A guard stood by the front, glaring her up and down as she awkwardly fixed the strap of her satchel across her body. Her laptop was in her bag so she could document the interview.

“Hello, I’m here to interview the-”

“Yeah, we know,” The guard said at the gate as she walked in. He handed her a name tape and then ushered her into the room to walk through a metal detector. She got a quick pat down before she was pushed to follow one of the head guards, Cyclone.

“The first one you’ll meet with is Six,” Cyclone explained as he led the interviewer past the rows of cells, women leaning against the bars calling out to them as they walked. They all seemed to have a mutual respect for Cyclone, as he nodded his head towards each of them and said good morning. The interviewer was brought to the mess hall, a large open room with metal tables bolted to the floor.

“Uh. . . why do they call her ‘Six’?” She asked Cyclone.

“You’ll find out,” Cyclone smirked and then nodded toward a guard as they brought out a woman in an orange jumpsuit. Cyclone walked over to what was presumed to be Six and kissed her on the cheek. The guards sat her down in front of the interviewer and shackled her hands and feet to the table. Six smirked at the young girl in front of her like she was some meal on death row.

“So I’m guessing you want to know why I killed him?” Six asked and the interviewer nodded.

“Let’s start with his name?”

“Oh, his name. His fucking name. His name was Mickey. . . that man, I loved him. I really fucking did.” Six said, sighing, “Met him about two years back in Salt Lake City. His little band was flying around doing some shows and I was flying back from seeing family.”

Mickey was a short, yet vibrant-looking man. He had broad shoulders and perfect brown curly hair. His smile was bright and electrifying, drawing you in closer. There were certain essences from him, even by looking at a picture. It was clear to see why Six was so blindsided by him. Six and Mickey hit it off right away and when they both returned to New York, they moved into an apartment together. Six thought it was all too good to be true, that Mickey, the man of her dreams, the man who was truly written by a woman, was single. She thought that a man who played music and traveled, there was no way he was single. But he had assured her, night after night while kissing down her body, that there was no one else in the world but her.

“Single he told me. . . single my ass,” Six yelled, slamming her fist down on the table, “And not only was he fucking married, oh no, no, no he had six wives. Ya know, one of those hippie fuckers.”

Six had recalled the night she found out about Mickey’s wife, someone had called him while he was in the shower. She had answered thinking it was one of his bandmates but got the surprise of a lifetime when some woman named Allison was on the other line. Allison had told Six everything about Mickey, how he was the leader of some cult back in Utah and his first son was on his way. Six saw red, wanting nothing but to wrap her hands around his neck and keep them there until his face turned purple and he slumped down against the wall.

“So you broke up with him?” The interviewer asked, looking over the top of her glasses as Six smirked at her.

“He went out that night and played some little club with the band. I stayed home of course, too tired from working all day, but stayed up, like a good girlfriend, and waited for him to come home,” Six said, looking at her nails, “So when he came home, kissed him on the cheek, made him a little drink. . . ya know, some men just can’t hold their arsenic.”

The interviewer gasped, “You poisoned him?!”

“He had it fucking coming!” Six yelled, “It might have been murder, but it wasn’t a fucking crime.”

“Times up, Six,” A guard said and walked over to the two at the table. She glared down at the interviewer, her eyes never leaving her as the guard undid the shackles and helped her up. The interviewer let out a sigh when she heard the rolling of the metal gates shut.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — —

The next day was the same routine, walking in through the gates, getting the pat down from the guard, and walking down the hallway with the other inmates calling out to her. Today she was going to meet with Pop, a real wild card according to Cyclone. And she was correct. Pop’s loud giggle could be heard from the second the guard let her out of her cell. It took two large men to drag her down to the table, as her slender body squirmed against their grasp. The interviewer jumped back slightly, as Pop was putting up a fight, and yelling out curse words at the guards. Once they got her chained to the table, she smirked at the interviewer, her eyes were large with excitement.

“You’re cute,” Pop said and the interviewer nodded.

“Thank you, but uh. . . I’m working on a piece for the Miramar Tribune and I want to know more about your story. Your husband’s name was Bradley, correct?”

“Bradley,” Pop smiled, “My little Bradley baby, he was so fucking cute,” her tone was light and her eyes had a dreamy look to them. But in a second everything changed, her eyes growing dark, “But so fucking annoying. Ya know how some people just have these little habits that get you down. . . like Bradley.”

Bradley had a bad habit of popping his gum, something he had done for most of his life. Pop knew that when she first started dating him. They had a questionable age gap, but Bradley had always had a thing with flirting with danger. There was something so alluring about Bradley that brought young twenty-something-year-olds to his feet. Maybe it was his size? He was 6 foot 3, and built like a machine. Maybe it was the way he smirked and popped his gum. Pop fell in love with him the moment she saw him, sitting at some beat-up piano and playing “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen. He had the biggest soft brown eyes that she had ever seen, and would give her a doe-eyed look whenever she’d tell him to stop popping his gum. Bradley was even chewing gum on their wedding day, something Pop had asked him several times not to do.

Pop had come home that day, stressed out from her job as a grade school teacher. The kids hadn’t listened to anything she said all day, and she just wanted a nice peace with her husband. Cook dinner together, maybe open a bottle of wine, and have slow sex, but she had gotten quite the opposite when she had come home.

“And there he was, laying on the couch, drinking a beer, chewing, no, popping that damn gum,” Pop said, her face contorting in anger. Bradley had lost his job at the local mill cause of his refusal to follow the rules and not chew gum while operating the equipment. She could tell he was a couple of sheets to the wind by the scattered beer bottles and wrappers of chewing gum on the floor.

“So what did you do? Ask him to stop?”

“I told him, ‘You pop that gum one more time. . .’ and he did.”

“Did you make him spit it out?”

“Oh yeah, he spit it out alright,” She smirked, leaning back in her chair. She lifted her hand up to look at the chipping red paint on her fingernails, “I took the shotgun off the wall and fired two warning shots. . . into his head.”

The interviewer's eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped open, as Pop burst out into a fit of giggles, throwing her head back as she laughed wildly. The guards both took a step towards them in case they had to intervene. Pop saw them take a step forward, so she turned her body, slamming both hands on the metal table and pushing herself up so she was standing.

“He had it coming! He only has himself to blame!”

“He didn’t do anything! You killed him for popping his gum!” The interviewer cried.

“If you’d have been there if you’d have heard it. . . I bet you would have done the same!” Pop yelled at her and then sat back down in laughter. The guards moved quickly, undoing her chains and carrying her back to her cell. Her laughter echoed off the otherwise quiet jail.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Innocent. That’s what she was claiming. The next person she was set to interview claimed since the day she showed up at Miramar Corrections that she was innocent. She wasn’t like Pop or Six, she was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time. They called her ‘Dove’ because she claimed she was going to be a free bird someday. Cyclone said the only way she was getting out of Miramar Corrections was in a body bag. Dove was one of the only ones sitting on death row, her impending date of doom coming up soon. She only had one more chance to beg for forgiveness in front of a judge.

The way she walked was like an injured bird, her head was down, and unlike Pop or Six, didn’t put up a fight or smile as they sat her down in front of the interviewer. Dove didn’t even look up from her chained hands, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment until the interviewer cleared her throat and spoke.

“You say you’re innocent, why?”

“Because I am,” Dove said softly, her French accent so thick, it was hard to understand a single thing she said. There was no teasing tone in her voice or malice. She spoke softly, “I loved Bob. I still love him even though he is gone. I don’t know how I ended up here. . . that whole night was such a blur.”

Bob and Dove were both kindred, soft souls. Dove was a ballet dancer and had met Bob at a bar, during a rest night in Los Angeles. The two had hit it off immediately, both being the only ones in their respective friend groups to be sober. They ended up walking along the shoreline of a beach, finding a place to sit and watch the sunrise. Bob had scrambled around to buy tickets to the nearly sold-out ballet show just to see Dove one more time before she left. But Bob had left a mark on Dove’s heart, and she had quit the French ballet tour that night, to stay in LA and be with Bob.

Dove had been at a local dance studio, practicing until her feet bled the night of the murder. She was walking home late when she heard the fighting and the screams of her lover. She had dropped her dance bag and sprinted up the stairs to see her lover Bob lying in a pool of his own blood. Another neighbor, a little old lady from down the hall had heard the screaming and called 9-1-1. When they arrived, all they saw was the distraught Dove, Bob’s dead body in her hands, and the murder weapon. They asked no questions as they arrested her and dragged her away.

“I-I tried to explain but they didn’t understand me.” She cried. The interviewer could see why it was hard to explain herself to the police.

Dove went on to explain how they were both smitten and set to get married at the end of the month before Dove had to go back to France. Bob was her everything, her reason to smile, her reason to get out of bed, her reason to dance. Since that night, no matter what song was played, she couldn’t bring herself to dance. Dance had always been her escape, but nothing ever made sense since Bob’s murder.

“Yeah. . . but did you do it?”

“Uh-uh, not guilty!”

Three days after that interview, Dove stood on the platform, wearing a white dress, her hair braided out of her face. The interviewer stood at the base of the platform, a solemn look on her face as Dove took center stage. She didn’t look scared, in fact, she looked as though she had come to terms with her death. To Dove, death meant getting to see her hsuband Bob again. Death was the only thing that brought her peace at night while she wished for Bob to show up in her dreams.

Dove took a deep breath as the noose was placed around her neck. She took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and imagined herself on stage again. Bob was right in the front row as she twirled and leaped around on stage with such fluidity.

And as she took her final bow, the stage gave out below her.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — —

The last person on the list was a legend in Miramar Corrections, a sort of ringleader for all of the mistresses to look up to. Cyclone couldn’t hold back his own excitement as he led the interviewer down to the mess hall for the last interview for the article. Cicero had become a sort of true crime celebrity to anyone who had been following her case. Nervously, the interviewer chewed on her nails as she awaited Cicero to be escorted in. Except, she wasn’t escorted in. . . no, Cicero walked towards her, her heels clicking on the cement as she sat down in front of the interviewer.

“I’m guessing you want a story,” She said, taking a drag from her cigarette, her red-painted lips leaving a stain, “My sister Natasha and I were traveling the States with this act that we had.”

Cicero and her sister were a famous duo that had been traveling across the country. They were dancers, singers, acrobats, you name it, they did it. Cicero’s husband Jake, also tagged along with them, carrying bags, doing lights, making sure that Cicero was fed and slept well. Jake not only had an undying love for Cicero but for her sister Natasha as well.

Jake and Cicero had a love that could only be described as explosive. They had met in the hotel of a bar that Natasha and Cicero had been staying at while on the road. It was Jake’s bachelor party, his last night of freedom as he saw it. He was set to be married to some girl whose daddy had struck rich with oil. But Jake didn’t want to take over some oil business and work himself into a coronary. He had been looking for an out ever since the engagement had been announced, and Cicero was that perfect ticket for him.

“He was a bastard with a cute smile, and I am weaker than fucking Gumby for cute smiles,” Cicero cursed as she smoked a cigarette.

The two had hit the ground running with their relationship. Jake had sent a letter to his fiance and family calling off the wedding and followed Cicero and Natasha around the country. However, the two of them quickly realized, they didn’t actually get along. Their fights were loud, waking up whole hotel floors and disrupting audiences. But the sex was hot and passionate. It wasn’t uncommon for Cicero to sit in the make-up chair the next day covered in love bites and bruises.

“I fucking hate him. . .but I hated to not fuck him,” She giggled.

“So what went wrong?”

The last number in their act, the sister did these twenty acrobatic tricks in a row. Flips, walkovers, cartwheels, spread eagles, splits, anything you name it, it was in the final spectacle. After the show that night, Natasha had given Jake a longing look, and look that had been shared weeks before between the two. One that meant when Cicero was asleep, Jake would sneak down to Natasha’s room and roll around in the sheets.

“This one night before a show at the hotel Cicero, we were having some drinks with the crew in Jake and I’s room, shared some laughs. And I noticed we were out of ice, so I offered to go get some,” Cicero said, her lips enclosing on her cigarette again as she drew in a deep breath. She let out the smoke, looking up at the rows and rows of cells surrounding them, “I come back. . . and there is Natasha and Jake doing number seventeen, the spread eagle.”

“He was. . .”

“Face first into the nasty piece of loose gash,” Cicero snarled, “But I was in such a state of shock, I must have blacked out, that’s a traumatizing thing to go through, watching your husband and sister fuck each other, but I can’t remember a thing.” Cicero smirked, “Well sweetheart, it wasn’t until I was washing the blood off my hands that I knew those two were dead.”

“And you still went on and did a show that very night! In fact, it was your best one yet! I covered it, I was there for the tribune!”

Cicero shrugged as she stubbed out her cigarette, “Those men used and abused us. They took a flower in its prime.”

She was right in a way. All the women that had been interviewed had either been cheated on, lied to, or neglected. The interviewer looked around the jail at the women who were walking around. Each of them had their own story to tell. Cicero followed her sight and smiled, as she stood up from the table, and reached acrossed, closing her laptop. The interviewer jumped and looked up at her, her red lips smirking.

“How could you tell us that we were wrong?”

Three days later, when the paper printed and the newsboys delivered their stack to the jail, Cyclone dropped a stack on one of the metal tables in the commons. Each of the mistresses grabbed a copy, wanting to spread their five minutes of fame with the whole block. Cicero smirked as she leaned back in her spot, reading the cover and looking at the picture of her, Jake and Natasha on the front.

‘The Cell Block Tango: Murder, but not a Crime’

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