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headcanon questionnaire: susie campbell.
— BASICS.
▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ?
average. although she runs on the shorter end of the average-height spectrum.
▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ?
definitely. not overly short, yet not nearly too tall. perfect for high heels.
▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ?
black, wavy, medium length – unless caught in some storm outside, her hair is always styled and ends around shoulder-length, give or take a couple inches.
▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ?
yes. my god, yes. however; unlike what her coworkers may believe, this habit does not stem from vanity. underneath the charm and confidence her acting abilities have allowed her to easily project, lies deep-rooted insecurities. although many factors contribute to this fact, her appearance is one of them. susie will usually wake up early each morning just to be sure she looks her best.
▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ?
again, yes. for the same reason listed above. susie has struggled with insecurities since childhood despite her striking features. she is also big on impressions and dressing for occasions, so she is always styled accordingly and will think sour of someone for not doing the same. if someone were to, for an example, dress sloppy at work? judged.
— PREFERENCES.
▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ?
indoors. although a walk around the city occasionally never hurt. she does enjoy snow, though.
▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ?
sunshine. rain can be awful messy.
▸ FOREST OR BEACH ?
beach. she’s a “sunbathing, sunglasses and floppy sun-hat wearing under a large beach umbrella” kind of gal.
▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ?
gems. diamonds are a girl’s best friend, are they not? fun fact: susie’s favorite gem is a ruby.
▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ?
flowers, although she is one to wear perfume. it’s just that flowers typically are given by someone else, so there is sentiment behind them.
▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ?
appearance. at least, regarding herself. when it comes to others and the company she keeps? personality is what matters to her.
▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ?
both. when it comes to her role and career as an singer/voice actress, naturally she prefers to address a crowd. susie has no issue talking to the press or greeting fans -- she puts her heart into Alice Angel and wants nothing more than for the people to love the character as much as she does. susie also adores her job, so she will socialize with coworkers often to be sure everything on her end is done fluidly and correctly the first time. sharing her passions and relating to certain people may encourage her to go out of her way to talk to them occasionally, however; once she is off the clock and home, susie is always alone.
▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ?
order, preferably. but she causes anarchy at times.
▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ?
painful truths. as pretty as white lies can make her feel, susie would rather be hit with the painful truth. she values honesty and being upfront; this prevents both parties from wasting another’s time and doesn’t keep her blissfully unaware of some secret, which in turn makes her feel like a fool once the truth is revealed.
“alice, though? ohh, she doesn’t like liars.”
▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ?
magic. "dreams come true, susie. dreams come true.”
▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ?
conflict. as much as she wishes and likes things to run/resolve smoothly, her fiery temper can often cause escalation and conflict arises if she feels wronged.
▸ NIGHT OR DAY ?
day. it’s during daylight that she is able to do what she loves and inch herself closer to accomplishing her aspirations.
▸ DUSK OR DAWN ?
dawn. see above. susie is that gal to get up super early not only to start her long, morning routine -- but simply out of excitement to get to work.
▸ WARMTH OR COLD ?
warmth. although later in “life”, she gets used to the cold.
▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ?
many acquaintances. although not particularly healthy, susie would prefer to have many acquaintances all held at arm’s length. although fairly easy to get along with and not one to necessarily look to start trouble (unless particularly spiteful due to an event), it’s susie’s inability to completely trust other people that keeps her from opening up. it takes a special type of person to earn and maintain her trust.
▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ?
reading. scripts, headliners, music sheets - oh my!
— QUESTIONNAIRE.
▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ?
pettiness, primarily. susie campbell may have an outstanding work ethic, a passion for her dreams that rivals joey drew’s himself, and an enthusiastic determination that sets the bar - but she is the definition of “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. get on her bad side and it will be nothing but dagger-like glances, spiteful sabotage, backhanded remarks, and a redirected determination to see that person wriggle like a worm on a hook until they bleed out.
▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ?
this answer is rather timeline dependent. while alive, susie was not terribly close to her family. her own birth hadn’t been planned and she was born rather late in her parents lives; her own always felt overshadowed by her overachieving, elder sister. susie keeps in contact with her mother via letters, but only updates the family when there is good news to boast about. in a way, losing her studio family was susie’s biggest loss. she lost not only coworkers, but the closest she’d allowed herself to friends in the longest time. she lost her dream and she lost love. mix that level of heartbreak with surfacing desperation, and then a failed ritual to become the one thing you feel your truest self being, and it would cause anyone to slowly lose it.
▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ?
her life at joey drew studios. up until the afternoon where she had walked in on allison pendle in her recording booth, the time spent at joey drew studios were the best years of susie’s life. she felt as if she had it all: a dream role where she genuinely related to the character and cared about its workings, a stable job where she was valued and treated more than fairly, a position in a booming company that would one day elevate her name in lights, she had coworkers she got along and could finally laugh with, an unexpected love she found more than charming - everything she had worked towards and that you could write home about.
▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ?
oh yeah. easily. at least, when she has become “malice” angel post-sacrifice. when alive, the concept of committing murder never crossed susie’s mind, despite her high level of pettiness when scorned. however; once the ritual is performed and is confirmed a failure, malice’s mental spiral downward eventually creates a monster that finds disemboweling fellow ink beings for personal gain as nonchalant an action as drinking morning coffee.
▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ?
a solitary affair. a private struggle carried out behind locked dressing room doors and drawn blinds. her inability to fully open up to other people results in any battles lost within the confides of mock confidence in her head being dealt with alone. typically taking place in her apartment, often triggered by her own reflection or paranoia having built up after a rather rough week, clothes from susie’s closet may end up thrown on the floor as well as her elongated mirror covered or possibly broken - depending on the degree of the breakdown.
▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ?
no, not until it was her life and soul susie was handing over to joey willingly in order to become the living Alice Angel. up until then, her trust was scarcely handed out.
▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ?
attentive and passionate, susie is a soulmate before all else. while she enjoys the flirts and compliments of suitors like the next gal, it takes a very someone special to tear down the nailed planks around her heart and encourage her to give it away. once in love; however, susie is completely and utterly loyal. to be at the point where love is involved, she would already have a tight grasp and understanding of the man in question. his change of mood and when something is upsetting him wouldn’t be concealed from susie easily and her attentive nature would hone in on attempting to correct the situation for his sake. because she does not let people in easily and finally doing so meaning she’d have bonded with the individual, there would also always be an underlining fear that she would lose said love. on a more surface level, though, susie is also very passionate. considered a modern woman for the time period, she will not hesitate to initiate a kiss or more once in a relationship with someone she truly loves. looking at you, @drewgod ‘s joey drew.
TAGGED : by the very missed @overindulges < / 3 !
TAGGING : @drewgod, @monstriiss, @deliciousfear & anyone else ! remember to repost, NOT reblog !
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‘Day 6: Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters! (Fenrir x MC)’
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Turns out I’m really not good at writing ikesen fics yet. So yeah, I tried to make up for it with these idiots for my 100 followers fic. Oh and happy Valentine’s Day you guys💖
“Ahhh!”
When she turned at the corner of the seemingly endless hallway, she was welcomed by one heck of a sight.
Dressed in a full on bronze and scarlet striped onesie, overly sized proton pack held in his calloused left hand, an entire bag of freshly picked tomatoes attached to his belt, Fenrir’s crazy hair was sticky with sweat, his magenta eyes wide with shock as they met hers.
“Uh… I can explain?” he mumbled, probably asking himself that question more than the blonde haired woman that stood in front of him, bright azure eyes equally as wide as his.
“I should hope so” she muttered in response, fixed stare still piercing through his.
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Less than an hour earlier…..
“What?!”
“Ugh, don’t look at me like that”
“Sorry, but are you SURE it’s Valentine’s Day?”
“No, I’m mistaken, today just happens to be your everyday giving out chocolate to random people on the streets” quite sick of Fenrir’s presence, Oliver quickly strode out of the room, despite his incredibly short kid legs.
“I wish that was a thing….mmm imagine Luka’s chocolate everyday… wait, what am I thinking?! I gotta go shopping”
He swept the kitchen table with one swift movement of his hand, shoving all of the pieces Oliver had left him in the proton pack style backpack Ray had got him for Christmas.
“Where exactly are you going? It’s not difficult to make chocolate, you know” Oliver’s voice came from the kitchen, scorn and all still very much there.
“Well, we made a bet, didn’t we? I’ll just have to wear the clothes today, I’m sure Chloe will understand. Anyway, thanks for the gun!”
And with that he dashed out of the house, slamming the door shut on his way out just before his heavy footsteps could be heard from where Oliver still stood in the kitchen, staring at the window in open disbelief.
“Well, you can’t say that I didn’t try to tell him” Oliver muttered as he retreated to the garage, where Fenrir’s most recent order awaited him.
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“What exactly was the bet you made?” she questioned worriedly.
“I actually can’t remember, if I’m being honest with ya” Fenrir scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to remember the real reason for why any of this was happening.
“Well, let me enlighten Chloe on the subject” Seth’s loud musical voice echoed in the otherwise deserted hallway.
This is bound to end badly, they both thought.
For some strange reason, all three remaining officers happened to be free, and in the lounge when Seth had led Fenrir and Chloe inside. When they saw Fenrir, their expressions immediately turned to surprise.
“Why are all of you looking at me like that? Never seen a guy in a onesie?” Fenrir pointed out as he took a seat next to Chloe on the sofa.
“Fenrir, it’s not that, it’s more about what kind of onesie it is” Luka started, unable to handle the pointless tension.
“Whatever, forget about that for a second!” Seth quickly cut off any further discussion about Fenrir’s attire.
“Now, onto things that matter-”
“Hey! Don’t I matter?!” Fenrir interrupted
“Do you really want an answer, buddy?” Ray grinned
“As true as that is, that’s not why we’re here” Sirius’ deep voice rang out
“Oh, can it old man! You know you love me!”
“That’s questionable” Sirius responded, his lips forming a hint of a smile as he did.
“Fenrir, that’s really not what you should be focused on....” Luka absentmindedly continued
“Luka, he’ll figure it out on his own. Probably. Not. Anyway, why the heck did you call all of us here, Seth?” tired of their non-stop arguing, she finally cracked, basically shouting over the others.
“Thank you, Chloe! As I was trying to say before a certain SOMEONE interrupted, I trust that you all have your possessions?” Seth was enjoying this way too much.
“Er, exactly how does this have anything to do with a bet Fenrir lost?”
“All in good time, sweetie.”
“Since Seth and Luka won, and Fenrir’s obviously kept to his agreement, Ray, it’s your turn” Sirius proclaimed
“Oh, fine. Luka, make sure he gets enough food. Remember, one quarter of a can per mealtime. And he needs a bath, so don’t let him run around all day in the muddy grass” Ray begrudgingly responded.
“Ray, what did we say about losing?” Fenrir sounded like a primary school teacher from the babyish tone he was using.
“Well, look where it got you! You’ve ended up wearing a full on Ghostbusters outfit, plus you even picked up the proton gun Sirius asked Oliver to make for a laugh. We didn’t think you’d actually do it! And for the record, Belle isn’t just an object either” Ray blurted out.
Fenrir’s body seemed to freeze at his words, for he wasn’t moving at all.
“Fenrir?” she called his name, but got no response.
She gently cupped his icy cheeks with her warm hands, shifting the direction of his head to face her.
“Huh?” to be honest, none of them knew who said it first, for they instantly realised that Fenrir had passed out when he didn’t have a panic attack at the mention of the word ‘ghost’.
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By the time she had returned with a glass of water and a cloth that had been soaked in cold water, Fenrir had already regained conscious, his onesie still abandoned on the floor after she had got him back into his uniform while he had passed out. He was staring listlessly at the wall opposite him, for all of the officers had secretly taken a break from their duties for the ‘meeting’ in the lounge, and had only returned to work when Chloe promised to not leave Fenrir’s side until he woke.
“Feeling any better?” she questioned.
“Yeah. Thanks for changing me out of that onesie, by the way. I can’t believe all of you were in on that and you didn’t even tell me” he sighed, sounding disappointed more with himself than the others.
“Hey, if I did, you either would’ve freaked out or you would’ve gone the whole day scared out of your wits” she tenderly tucked the stray strands of his ruffled hair, smoothing each one as she did.
“So you’d risk my life just so I wouldn’t embarrass myself? The betrayal!” he mockingly covered his chest with his hands overdramatically, looking for all the world like he wanted a good beating.
“Do you want a slap?”
“Ack! Sorry” he really did look terrified in that moment
“Then concentrate on getting better instead of finding ways to earn a beating!”
“Fine. But, for hiding everything from me, I think I deserve something in return, don’t you?” his conspiritol grin was enough to leave her cheeks burning.
“Guess you’ll have to tell me what it is you want, or I’ll have to go back to reading my book. I just started reading the climax, you see” despite her best efforts, her voice trembled, unable to hide her desire for him.
“Sorry, but you gotta figure it out for yourself. And what the heck’s a climax anyway?”
“Seth, would you please stop breathing in my ear?” Ray’s voice came from the other side of the door, along with a few other familiar voices.
“Hey, suck it up and shut it! They’re about to kiss, for the love of--”
“Language!”
“Oh, since when do you care about language, you’re like the mother of all hitmen, old man!”
“Wait, why are we listening to them? We should really give them some privacy” Luka’s soft voice was barely audible through the other’s loud whispering
“Luka, you don’t understand! We can use Fenrir’s sloppy moves as an example of what you definitely shouldn’t do, under any circumstances when you’re with a woman!” Seth was so loud that it sounded like he was shouting, for even Fenrir and Chloe could clearly hear him from the other side of the room.
“Should we tell them?” Fenrir’s breath tickled her sensitive skin as he spoke in her ear.
“I think listening would be more interesting, don’t you?” she gave him a small grin before turning her head in the direction of the door.
“Why aren’t they talking?” Sirius asked
“Guys, we really should leave them alone…”
“Don’t you dare, Luka! Ray, this is all your fault”
“How’d you figure that? Look, they could just be making out, y’know.”
“What does that even mean?” Luka sighed, obviously not expecting an answer.
“They can’t be! The atmosphere isn’t sexual enough yet”
“Luka, cover your ears!” Sirius hissed,“Seth, unless you’re some sort of fraternity expert, keep quiet. And even if you are, I’d rather not have a pretty boy like you expose this kind of stuff to Luka”
“Sirius, do you even know what we’re talking about? Cause it sounds like you’re saying that Fenrir and Chloe are having some sort of mother’s meeting”
“Ray, they wouldn’t dare to do that without Sirius, he’s the mother of all mothers, after all”
“What the hell are you talking about?! I’m only 30, and a grown man at that!”
“Oh no, I think we pissed him off” Ray sounded mockingly shocked
“You think?” even though they couldn’t see him, both of them could picture the thunderous expression on his face.
“We should probably stop them before Sirius ends up slapping Seth and Ray” she added, her voice laced with honest concern, even though her azure eyes were bright, dancing with amusement.
“Hold on! I think I heard something” the door creaked slightly as Seth pressed his face against the door
“Please don’t tell me he’s laying her in the lounge” Sirius complained
“How about you shut up so I can hear them?”
“Ugh, Seth, you’re such a perv”
“That’s rich, coming from the guy who told all of us to eavesdrop on them in the first place”
“What, is Fenrir doing something to Chloe?” Luka’s voice was faintly worried, and it took all she had to not burst out laughing.
“Luka, when did you learn that kind of language?!” Seth wasn’t even trying to lower his voice any more, “oh, wait, don’t answer that”
“All of you shut up! I can’t hear anything”
And suddenly the hallway was all too quiet, the only sound that could be heard was Fenrir and Chloe’s heavy breaths.
Crash!
“Ray, get your fat ass up, you’re crushing me here!”
“Don’t act like you’re any better, Seth. You eat nearly as much as Fenrir does!”
“Oi, what’s that supposed to mean?!” Fenrir’s outburst caused all four of the officers to turn their way.
Lying piled on top of each other in the doorway with Ray at the top, they all blinked at the pair in confusion.
“Ray, I swear to god, if your elbow keeps stabbing my thigh like that I will hurt you”
“Ugh, not you too Sirius”
Letting out a sigh of indignation, Ray rolled over to his side, landing directly on top of Luka.
“Oh, come on!”
“Ray, get off me” Luka grumpily added
“Make me”
“Chloe, can you show me that new instruction manual?” Luka shifted his gaze to her direction, a hint of a blush forming on his cheeks as they made eye contact.
“Volume 1, 2 or 3?” she answered
“I think using all of them would be suitable in this situation”
“Shit, you don’t have to put it like that!”
“Fenrir, help me up”
“Give me one good reason to” Fenrir’s eyes looked like they were about to release tears from laughing so much.
“If you don’t, I’ll shove tomatoes down your throat when you’re asleep”
“What the fuck, man?” for some reason, Fenrir scanned the room, fear written clearly across his face.
“Fenrir, you do realise there’s a pack of tomatoes attached to your belt, right?” she asked, as if it was ridiculously obvious.
“WHAT?!” he shouted so loudly that all four of the officers slightly jumped in surprise, although they were all still on the floor. Fenrir had automatically grabbed Chloe, trapping her in a tight hug.
“Fenrir, you know I won’t let that happen, right?” she could barely breathe since he was holding her so firmly, let alone speak properly.
“Yeah, but its RAY we’re talking about here! Have you already forgotten that he’s the reason I ended up passing out?!”
“Actually, that was a joint effort”
“Are you kidding me?!”
They both turned to face the others, who were all watching the scene unfold with wide grins spread across their faces.
“Dont you lot have work to do?” Fenrir’s cheeks went red as he noticed their suggestive gazes, (minus Luka, of course.)
But none of them made any effort to move, although Luka looked for all the world like he wanted to run.
“You guys are the worst” she said, still encased in Fenrir’s broad arms.
All she got in return was an impish grin from Ray Sirius and Seth, an apologetic look from Luka and a shrug, along with a fed up sigh from Fenrir.
#ikemen revolution#ikerev fanfic#ikrev mc#Fenrir Godspeed#oh fenrir😂#he so cute i swear#its not good for my heart#valentines day countdown
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“For Men”
Working at a drugstore, I notice a lot of products marketed specifically “for men”. The thing is, most of these items have no reason to be gendered. Skincare, bodywash, shampoo, and cologne could really be suitable for anybody. Yet it’s divided. I would say, and this isn’t a unique or groundbreaking opinion at all, that this is only done because otherwise men wouldn’t purchase these things.
It all boils down to toxic masculinity. If a man does something that’s stereotypically a “womanly” thing, then they are lesser men. Designing a grey five-in-one all over body cleanser bottle with a scent of “stoic granite” because that seems “manly” is really stupid looking when you stock shleves for a living. It’s just so unnecessary but so ingrained in our brains now that it often goes overlooked. The fact that being clean and taking care of one’s body is perceived as “feminine” is truly bonkers. Also that being “feminine” is a bad thing as well.
I remember a couple years ago, I was stocking hair care products, specifically men’s styling aids like gels, pomades, and pastes. I was working alongside this chap who looked like he had slept once ten years ago and was unfamiliar with the term “self care”. As I was placing some hair wax on a shelf, he said,
“Are guys getting gayer?”
This took me aback because I couldn’t understand where this comment came from. Thus, I asked and he replied with an explanation about how using all these hair products and caring about one’s appearance makes a fellow gay. He even had the audacity to say that more guys should look like him, a worn down, disheveled person who seems like their biggest accomplishment is constantly smoking weed in their spare time and doing absolutely nothing else. I was flabbergasted, to say the least. It was such a ridiculous comment but at the same time, I knew plenty of other lads felt the same way because somewhere down the line, being clean and taking care of oneself became something to look down upon as a gent. Frankly, I think it’s a mindset that needs to be changed. Instead of marketing products as “for men” or “unisex”, just market them as what they are. Scents should not be gendered, that’s stupid. Colors should not be gendered, that’s also stupid. And making a three-in-one shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash should be illegal because it’s lazy and ineffective.
Personal hygiene and sprucing should be taught to everyone regardless of gender. I feel most folks are attracted to those that look like they take care of themselves rather than those that look like they don’t give a shit such as that coworker. I simply lack an understanding as to when it was decided that men could not put effort into their appearance without getting scorned. It seems such an odd thing to taunt a person about and now it’s led to this gender specific advertising probably because everyone was getting tired of being surrounded by stinky, sloppy boys.
This messes things up for women too. Men’s razors and deodorants are generally better since the razors are more gentle and the deodorant more strong and long lasting. Not to mention the “pink tax” where women have to pay more for essentially the same thing. At the same time, gendering care products limit men to a much smaller selection as women tend to have a wider variety of face cleansers, serums, anti age creams, and moisturizers marketed to them. However, men could also use these products just as much, but don’t due to the whole stigma around using the same thing as a lady. Now I might be biased because the only section of my skin that isn’t sensitive is my face, weirdly enough, but I use both men’s and women’s skincare products. I honestly see no difference between them besides scent. I like men’s body washes because I fancy a more musky or woody smell, this also goes for deodorant and cologne but the actual quality and effect is basically the same. I could see how some men’s face care products would be rougher because maybe the skin is not as gentle because of a lack of estrogen or something. Although, having a variety of formula intensities would solve that problem pretty quickly.
In the end, everything should be made with the same amount of quality and just be separated by different scents and different skin types. Razors should all be gentle, deodorant should all last for long and sweaty hours, and shampoo should always be separate from conditioner and body wash. No more of this “just for men'' kind of bullshit. We are all people and we all have bodies that need to be cleaned and taken care of. Pampering and grooming leads to a happy, healthy, and confident individual and that should not be limited to a single gender. Not to mention that the packaging for these “men’s” items should be way more creative and fun looking over drab grey and black bottles. Colors aren’t “girly”, colors are colorful and eye-catching and helpful to selling more products. This whole make-everything-look-super-masculine-even-though-the-defintion-of-masculine-changes-each-generation-so-we-don’t-actually-know-what-is-really-masculine-but-try-anyway-because-men-won’t-buy-it-otherwise is a dumb mindset. I can tell you now, as someone who was a teenager once, being around guys that don’t know what personal hygiene is because that’s “gay” and “girly” is a pretty gnarly time for the nose. When the puberty hits, there is no mercy from weird, strong body odors emanating from both lads and lasses. So, to spare all the upcoming teenagers and the adults that have to be near them this suffering, let us stop giving people an identity crisis everytime they go to buy hairspray and acne cleansers. If we educate them when they’re young, they won’t grow up to be like that stupid ass coworker. Dumb idiot he was.
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Another Perfect Catastrophe -5
AUTHOR: Mikimoo
PAIRING: JayDick
RATING: Mature
WARNINGS: Non Consensual drug use, Non Consensual touching, Non Consensual kissing, humour, slight mayhem
SUMMARY: Dick goes undercover as himself in order to catch a gang of international thieves. Jason reluctantly tags along as his long suffering bodyguard. During the ensuing mayhem they get to know each other again and build a few bridges.
Thank you to burkesl17 for the beta!
Notes: An embarrassingly long time ago, the amazing and very, very talented Pentapus invited me to do a reverse bang style exchange, and drew me an amazing prompt. I have no idea how this story was the one that emerged from the many options I had, but such is the creative process I guess! Anyhoo, many thanks to Pentapus for both encouragement and patience, and of course the incredible art! (which will be included at the end of the appropriate chapter)
Chapters: 1, 2, 3 4
GO HERE FOR THE AMAZING ART BY THE AWESOME PENTAPUS!
He found them in the small sitting room. Dick was sprawled in a chair, glassy eyed and sweating while Sofia unbuttoned his shirt. He didn’t look like he minded, but he also looked completely wasted on whatever they had given him.
Jason paused to assess, moving too soon might not be the best option, but waiting while they molested Dick was not an easy choice to make, and went against every instinct he had. He grit his teeth as Sofia tugged on Dick's hair, manoeuvring him for a kiss. The new position of his face meant Jason was now in his line of sight and he suddenly attempted to sit up, dislodging the girl with ease. “Jay! I’m on drugs!” he said, happily.
Thanks Dick. Who needs the element of surprise anyway? Unfortunately, Celia seemed to agree and she stepped forward and pressed the muzzle of a small but powerful handgun to Dick’s sweaty temple. His eyes crossed as he tried to look at it. The expression was daft and annoyingly adorable. Jason had clearly lost all control over his hormones on this trip.
“Don’t even think about it, Jase,” Celia said. “Hands on your head and step forward.”
Jason sighed and did as he was told. He could still gain the upper hand in a couple of moves, but he needed to play it carefully as Dick was clearly out of his mind and might accidentally stumble into a bullet if they started shooting. Better to play it safe.
“Listen, Ms Denbury. I don’t give a shit what you do, you want to rob him? Blackmail the old man? Go for it, I’m not going to stop you. We'll do what you say.”
“Your cooperation would benefit us both,” she said, pleased. “Put these cuffs on.” She chucked him a pair of simple handcuffs. They really were ridiculously sloppy. He cuffed his own wrists in front of himself and rested his hands casually in his lap. He could wait for the right moment.
“Hello, Jason!” Dick said, as Sofia slipped his shirt over his shoulders, revealing the myriad of scars across his torso.
“Whoa,” Jack said.
Sofia ran her fingers across a healed gash that bisected Dicks left nipple. Her brows creased in confusion.
“This shit isn’t normal, what the fuck?” Jack said, wide eyed.
Time for damage control, the last thing Jason needed was for them to get twitchy and trigger happy. “Don’t you people read the tabloids?” he said, scornfully. “He got kidnapped and tortured as a kid. Why do you think he drinks so damn much?”
“That’s why Wayne is so ruthless about kidnap attempts,” Celia added, knowingly, clearly pleased her previous research was being backed up.
“Yeah, although he might pay up for his golden boy – but then again he might also chase you to the ends of the earth.”
Jack looked uncertain, like he actually had a brain cell and realised that attacking the family of a billionaire with connections to both the police and access to mercenary types, might be a bit of a bad idea.
Then the door opened, Henry and Garner entered with a gust of sea air. The mood in the room shifted subtly, and Jason found himself tensing. This was the real predator in the group and his gaze was flicking between Dick and Jason like a cat torn between two weak and tasty looking mice.
“Wayne has other boys,” Garner said, by way of greeting. “He seems to like them younger.” He reached out and ran his fingers though Dick's damp hair, and the drugged up moron leaned into the touch. Garner looked over his scars with interest but not a great deal of surprise, his expression was almost reverent, like they just made Dick more attractive somehow.
“Yeah, but he is fond of Richard,” Jason said, managing to keep his voice even as he watched Garner trail his fingers over Dick’s skin.
“It doesn’t bother you?” Celia asked curiously.
Jason shrugged. “Not my business. He pays me to keep an eye on Richie here, and to try to keep him out of trouble and that’s it. What the old man does and with who is irrelevant.”
“Not doing such a good job, are you?” Garner said. He was watching Jason as he pressed his lips to Dick's jaw, hoping for a reaction. Dick turned into it, allowing the fucker to kiss him fully. It looked deep and wet and turned Jason's stomach. He clenched his fists and willed himself to remain calm. Celia still had her gun aimed at Dick’s head and Henry was watching Jason carefully, the only one who seemed to view him as a threat.
“Although,” Garner continued, as he pulled away. “I can see how you might let yourself get distracted. I met Richard and Wayne once, at a function in New York. He was about fourteen or fifteen, small for his age, ridiculously pretty. None of the usual awkwardness at that age. When I shook his hand I noticed faint bruises on his wrist, and at the juncture of his throat. I wanted him, I knew he would be perfect. Wayne wouldn’t let him out of his sight though.” He skimmed the scar over Dick’s nipple. “And I can see he wasn't gentle. The kid took a lot of damage it seems.”
Jason snorted, his anger levels were not far away from boiling over. “And now, years later you have your shot at him. How lovely. Of course you have to use drugs, rather than just force.” Jason couldn't keep the disgust from his voice, for some reason it seemed to get up Garners nose and he pulled away from Dick to get in Jason's face instead.
“You have a smart tongue for someone completely in my power,” he said. It might have been menacing to someone who wasn’t Jason.
“And you're a grandstanding creep,” Jason snapped, he’d been dealing with more frightening people when he was still in diapers.
Garner slapped him hard across the face. Jason rolled with the blow, it was barely a love tap, but it did help him get his mouth under control. He had to play by their rules for now.
Dick didn’t get that memo though, and he suddenly shot to his feet and pointed a finger, slurring loudly, “Stop! Don’t hit him, you fuck-face!” Then he fell over his own feet, face first onto the plush carpet.
“Is he okay?” Jason asked when Dick didn’t immediately get back up. He was oddly touched that his being smacked around by a Z list criminal inspired Dick’s protective instincts despite the amount of drugs in his system. Or because of them.
Garner nudged Dick onto his back using the toe of his expensive loafer.
Dick blinked blearily up at him. “Did someone hit me?” he asked. “My face hurts.”
“You fell on it,” Jason told him mildly. “Defending my honour.”
Dick smiled up at him from his position on the floor. “When did you get so big, Jaybird? And so hot? You were so scrawny, all gangly with giant hands and feet like a Great Dane puppy.”
“Just how long have you two known each other?” Celia asked, suspiciously.
“A long time,” Jason told her, with only the slightest hint of scorn.
“Oh? How do a rich bitch like Grayson and a nobody like you meet?”
“He wasn’t always a rich bitch. He was just another little orphan like me. Except prettier, so he got life with a billionaire and I got to stay in the group home,” Jason lied effortlessly.
“That's really sad,” Dick said, mournful. “I'm sorry, Jay.”
Jason resisted the urge to roll his eyes and kept his expression hard.
“Enough of this nonsense,” Garner said. “Let’s get the bank details off him and then get on with things.”
Things. That was one way to put it. Jason leaned forward slightly. “That sounds ominous. If all you want is access to his bank accounts, I can provide what you need. All I care about is keeping my hide in one piece and getting Richard back to Daddy so I get paid.”
“You’ll just give us the information?”
“Yeah, why not? Safeguarding the Wayne millions isn't my job. And this counts as under duress in any case. “
“We will check, and we will seriously hurt you both if you mess us about.”
Scary stuff. He was shivering in his boots. He managed to hold back the aggrieved sigh he desperately wanted to heave and gave them the information of the very convincing but very fake account they had set up in preparation for something like this happening. And Celia, Sofia and Jack took their leave, presumably to go though the info and transfer the cash.
That left them with Henry and Garner.
Henry had a slightly disgusted look on his face, he clearly found Garner’s sadistic games distasteful. “If you’re going to play with Richie Rich here, then I'll take Jason elsewhere,” he said.
Jason suspected 'elsewhere' meant: out back for a bullet to the brain. But either way he wasn't going to leave Dick alone with Garner in this state, not even for the five minutes it would take to dispose of Henry.
“No, I want him to watch,” Garner said. His particular perversions coming to the rescue, not often you could say sexual sadism saved the day.
Henry sneered. “As you please, I’m not going to though, so you best let me secure him a bit better.”
Garner nodded absently, he had Dick off the floor and back in the chair. Although Dick was no longer being compliant and was scowling like a pouty puppy. Probably still angry about Jason being slapped earlier, which was very endearing, despite the circumstances.
Henry approached and Jason kept himself still, ignoring what was happening across the room with some difficulty. “Why do you put up with this nasty ass shit?” he asked quietly, trying to get more of a measure of the man.
“Same reason you do. Money.” He held a gun to Jason's head and forced him to his feet, before leading him to the heavy side table. He undid Jason's cuffs and redid them behind him before using a second pair and attaching him to the solid oak table.
“I'll be just outside, Garner. Shout if you need assistance.”
It took Jason thirty seconds to get the cuffs off, about as long as it took Garner to fail get control of Dick, who was trying to shove him away with all the strength of a kitten – but he was a kitten with some serious training and Garner was bleeding from the mouth where he had been bitten or scratched. He smacked Dick open handed with a blow that wouldn't even have registered for Nightwing but sent drugged up Richie sprawling across the floor. It was at about that point that Jason decided Garner was going to have to die.
Dick seemed stunned by his fall to the carpet and was curled up, facing away when Jason struck, he snapped Garner’s neck with a powerful punch and twist - not an easy move, but a brutally effective one he’d learnt from teachers he’d later put down like the scum they were.
He carefully lowered Garner’s dead weight to the floor. The guy deserved to die, and Jason felt nothing about the action itself, only a fission of regret for the arguments and stupidity that were sure to follow. But he would deal with the Bat fallout later, he didn’t have time to fight with Dick right now.
Thankfully Dick hadn’t actually noticed and was still on the floor, he appeared to be rubbing his bruised cheek on the carpet, perhaps enjoying the sensation the drugs caused him to have at the action. “Come on, Dickie,” Jason said, pulling him to his feet. “We gotta run, okay?”
“Jay, I missed you when you were dead.”
Jason blinked at him. “That’s nice? Can we go?” he said at last and Dick allowed himself to be supported as he wobbled into motion. He swayed and caught hold of Jason's jacket, burying his face in the leather with a sigh.
Jason heaved a sigh of his own. They were a long way from being out of the woods yet, and he was going to have to get them there because being taken down by this bunch of incompetent morons was just too embarrassing to contemplate. Thankfully with the blueprints in mind he knew the location to the wine cellar – there was no knowing how long they would have until their absence was noticed, so the quicker they got there the better.
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Current Attractions...
Sneakers(1992):
The best caper movies possess the right mix of seriousness and fantasy, and also, a great MacGuffin. Sneakers has all of that, plus an excellent cast and soundtrack.
Carol(2015):
The most surprising thing about this marvelous romance is that it is also a charming Christmas movie. The 1950s had major style, not a style I would like for myself, but one that I can still appreciate. It must be hard for females below a certain age to relate to a social structure where a woman not wearing white gloves to a party was seen as an indication of aberrance, and not seeking her husband's permission to smoke or drive as acts of open rebellion. Mere talk of divorce was in itself a scandal. Owning her sexuality, was the most offensive thing a woman could do.
By the time I was born, the white gloves were long gone, and a woman could do or be anything she wanted, as long as she wanted to be a secretary, nurse, school teacher, stewardess, model, or waitress, but only for as long as she needed to in order to find a husband --at which point she was expected to quit her job, go home, and get pregnant like a good girl. Back then, chances were, if you found a woman working in a non-traditional role, it was owed to either her father or her spouse working at that place of business. Any rejection of that paradigm resulted in being rejected and openly scorned as immoral by society. Dazzling exceptions often lived their lives as social pariahs and/or exploited novelties.
Get Carter(1971):
Somber, bleak, and vengeful...hit man versus gangsters with no true hero to root for...the soundtrack is almost as famous as the movie itself. I listened to the soundtrack before I saw the movie. It's how I found out about the movie. I was relieved to find that every incongruous pop tune belonged to a club or party scene, places which Jack Carter(Michael Caine) would not normally frequent were it not for the matter at hand. The coal waste conveyor that appears in the final scene is a most impressive contraption. It was torn down in the early 2000s as part of an environmental clean-up project. Two books: At the start of the movie, Jack Carter is reading a copy of Farewell, My Lovely(Raymond Chandler - 1940) while on the train. Get Carter is based on Jack's Return Home(Ted Lewis - 1969).
Spider-Man: Homecoming(2017):
Meet my new favorite of all Spider-Man movies thus far. It's true enough to canon, yet refreshingly different in subtle ways.
Twin Peaks(1990-1991):
Easy to start, but hard to finish, and the ending left me unsatisfied. Perhaps the current series will remedy this when I see it.
Wonder Woman(2017):
This movie may be too graphic for sensitive viewers, by which I mean, Nazis. Nazis get punched, kicked, shot with arrows, and at least one gets taken down by a flying head scissors. Fun for the whole family! Unless they're Nazi families. This brings to the screen how the 1970s television show looked in my five years old at the time head.
Take Aim at the Police Van(Jûsango taihisen' yori: Sono gosôsha o nerae - 1960):
I wish this movie were as impressive as its original Japanese title. Weak and sloppy, not very memorable beyond the fuel truck scene...I'm finding the earliest Seijun Suzuki films to be hit or miss. This one was mostly a miss. The secret identity of the big bad boss was too obvious for me. The protagonist was too bland. Misako Watanabe gives a strong performance in the role of Yûko Hamajima.
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headcanon: danny zuko.
jan: hey, you guys get a look at zuko this morning? lookin pretty good this year, huh, riz?
rizzo: that’s ancient history.
marty: well, history sometimes repeats itself.
i think we can all agree, danny and rizzo have had a relationship. that’s completely obvious. what can be infered by the reactions of the three pink ladies here, however, is somewhat more complicated than that.
cutting this for length, omg.
jan simply assumes riz is on that sweet, sweet danny train- still. again. always.
marty’s reaction is one of amused resignation- history repeats itself. she’s seen this before, she’ll see it again. on again and off again.
it’s only rizzo who shuts it down completely. nah, done with that. which i’ve always interpreted as ‘hurt as fuck and not going to get into that bullshit again.’
and why is that, vesta? well, lets take a look at the way she treats the other women who have relationships with danny, shall we? starting with the least obvious.
patty. whether or not there actually WAS anything- and i’d argue there was because danny is a bit of a dog, lets be real- rizzo actively dislikes patty. yes, she’s super annoying, but it seems extremely personal. was patty a fling during one of danny and rizzo’s off again phases? was she a bit on the side when they were actually going steady? hm. hard to say. for myself...the former, rather than the latter. enough to get under rizzo’s skin, but not enough to make her lash out.
and then there’s sandy. the specific instance i want to focus on first is this:
after danny postures for his boys at the expense of sandy’s feelings. jan is horrified/bewildered at the reaction- marty, more resigned, because she knew what would happen. and rizzo did, too- look at the look on her face. ‘i just fucked your sweet little happily ever after. i still have power. i can fuck with your shit. don’t mess with me.’. that is not an expression of a casual friend causing some shit. this is a woman scorned, man. he fucked up with her, and the fallout is going to be cosmic.
then lets talk about this:
“ you lookin good, riz. ”
“ well, sloppy seconds ain’t my style. ”
which, frankly, i’m pretty sure is the exact moment rizzo decided she was going to sleep with kenickie. why kenickie? because he’s danny’s best friend. obviously.
which leads us to the scene in the frozen palace later on in the film. rizzo’s clearly in a mood. danny obviously doesn’t want to be out with sandy where the rest of his friends (*eye zoom @ rizzo*) are and rizzo only gets crankier when he leaves, leaving her with frenchy and kenickie- who is turning out to have been a really shitty life choice, if we’re being entirely honest. childish, and broke, and he assumes rizzo is going to pay for things?? bearing in mind the period and the setting?? no. just no, kenickie. and there’s danny, off with his sweet girlfriend who doesn’t really understand what she has, and nope. milkshake in kenickie’s face. her plan is falling the fuck apart. what the hell is happening? this shit doesn’t happen to betty motherfucking rizzo.
so, evidence gathered together- and there’s more, obviously, but these were things i wanted to bring up specifically to discuss the way i play rizzo- we can infer a number of things.
one. there is a history of on again/off again, extremely volatile romantic entanglements between rizzo and danny, which i would estimate stretches back long before the pink ladies and t-birds.
two. he hurt her really badly, and she is fucking bound and determined to hurt him back, in whatever way she has to, up to and including doing really silly things like having unprotected sex with his best friend. (i’m sorry, kenickie, but that was pure silly on both of your parts.)
three. she was much more in love with him than he was with her. or, at the very least, that’s how i play rizzo’s view of the situation. obviously, it’s only her perception, and anyone playing danny can play it however they like.
four. there is no way they could possibly be endgame- danny and sandy are actually really solid, both are willing to work on themselves and change who they are to fit the other- and sandy’s “transformation” is actually the more superficial of the two of them- danny actually went really far out of his way to change who he was, and i suspect would continue to do so. he obviously wants to be better for her, and she’s willing to bend for him. THEREFORE, no, clearly i don’t otp danny and rizzo.
five. off the topic of danny, but apropos- it took kenickie a good long fucking while to get his balls in order, but when he did, he was willing to man up for rizzo, even though she was insisting- unconvincingly- the baby wasn’t his. he stepped up. and i think that was the moment she actually decided it was worth it to at least give him a chance. if anything, for me, their actual relationship starts THERE, at the end of the movie. everything else leading up to that is rizzo playing games and kenickie wanting to get laid. (again...rizzo’s perception, not a prerequisite for playing with me??)
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Jennifer Aniston 'Not Heartbroken' Over Justin Theroux Split & Talks 'Reckless Assumptions': 'Maybe My Purpose On This Planet Isn't To Procreate'
I look younger now than when I was in my early 20s
Jennifer Aniston is getting very candid about her split from Justin Theroux.
In her first real cover shoot since their breakup in February, the actress sat down with InStyle and her friend Molly McNearney to talk life as she knows it for the September issue.
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Addressing how she's consistently on the cover of tabloids for this or that, Jen claims she makes light of it:
"There are definitely moments of not being balanced and poised, but I do that all in my own personal space. For the most part I can sit back and laugh at the ridiculous headlines because they have gotten more and more absurd. I guess they're feeding into some sort of need the public has, but I focus on my work, my friends, my animals, and how we can make the world a better place. That other stuff is junk food that needs to go back in its drawer."
And when it comes to the "biggest misconception" about her, the 49-year-old had a lot to say, including explaining she's not "heartbroken" following her split from The Leftovers star.
She confessed:
"Oh, boy, there are so many. Let's see. I'll just Google myself and find out. [starts typing] Oh, look, I'm having a $100,000 revenge makeover! It's pretty crazy. The misconceptions are 'Jen can't keep a man,' and 'Jen refuses to have a baby because she's selfish and committed to her career.' Or that I'm sad and heartbroken. First, with all due respect, I'm not heartbroken. And second, those are reckless assumptions. No one knows what's going on behind closed doors. No one considers how sensitive that might be for my partner and me. They don't know what I've been through medically or emotionally. There is a pressure on women to be mothers, and if they are not, then they're deemed damaged goods. Maybe my purpose on this planet isn't to procreate. Maybe I have other things I'm supposed to do?"
Spot on!
Related: Is Jen Dating Two New Guys?
The Dumplin' star even touched on another serious topic, being sexually harassed in the workplace. Revealing how she handled it, Aniston shared:
"I've definitely had some sloppy moves made on me by other actors, and I handled it by walking away. I've never had anyone in a position of power make me feel uncomfortable and leverage that over me. In my personal experience I've been treated worse verbally and energetically by some women in this industry."
Including in the media, where she also feels women are targeted:
"I've definitely had my fair share of sexism in the media. Women are picked apart and pitted against one another based on looks and clothing and superficial stuff. When a couple breaks up in Hollywood, it's the woman who is scorned. The woman is left sad and alone. She's the failure. F that. When was the last time you read about a divorced, childless man referred to as a spinster?"
Jennifer is so over the narrative!
The starlet even offered up a pretty awesome leading ladies reboot of a classic TV show, but is it Friends? Well...
"Before that show ended, people were asking if we were coming back. Courteney [Cox] and Lisa [Kudrow] and I talk about it. I fantasize about it. It really was the greatest job I ever had. I don't know what it would look like today, but you never know. So many shows are being successfully rebooted. I know Matt LeBlanc doesn't want to be asked that question anymore. But maybe we could talk him into it. Or we just give it some time and then Lisa, Courteney, and I could reboot The Golden Girls and spend our last years together on wicker furniture."
We're already here for it!
You can read more of her thoughts on the Time's Up movement, what's in store of her career, and more HERE! Plus, be sure to ch-ch-check out her cover and spread (below):
Talk about her all you like, but with great friends, new projects, and still-perfect hair, September cover star Jennifer Aniston is doing just fine. And at 49, she knows who she is. That means no boundaries, no bullshit, and lots of laughing. "For the most part I can sit back and laugh at the ridiculous headlines because they have gotten more and more absurd," she tells her close friend @MMcNearney, who interviewed her for her refreshingly candid cover story. "I guess they’re feeding into some sort of need the public has, but I focus on my work, my friends, my animals, and how we can make the world a better place. That other stuff is junk food that needs to go back in its drawer." Read the full interview at the link in bio. | Photographed by @BenHassett; Styled by @JuliaVonBoehmA post shared by instylemagazine (@instylemagazine) on Aug 1, 2018 at 5:00am PDT
Jennifer Aniston has dealt with the tabloids for her entire career, but lately it seems relentless. "The misconceptions are ‘Jen can’t keep a man,’ and ‘Jen refuses to have a baby because she’s selfish and committed to her career.’ Or that I’m sad and heartbroken," she tells dear friend @MMcNearney in our September cover story. "First, with all due respect, I’m not heartbroken. And second, those are reckless assumptions. No one knows what’s going on behind closed doors. No one considers how sensitive that might be for my partner and me. They don’t know what I’ve been through medically or emotionally. There is a pressure on women to be mothers, and if they’re not, then they’re deemed damaged goods. Maybe my purpose on this planet isn’t to procreate. Maybe I have other things I’m supposed to do." | Photographed by @BenHassett; Styled by @JuliaVonBoehmA post shared by instylemagazine (@instylemagazine) on Aug 1, 2018 at 5:15am PDT
Jennifer Aniston’s been a cover star many times over, but she still admits to getting nervous the night before a big shoot. As she told us on set in LA at the Sheats-Goldstein House, "I’m always nervous the night before. Just always, I don’t know why. For over 20 years—maybe it keeps it exciting." We followed along as Jen — plus a glam squad that includes her longtime hairstylist @MrChrisMcMillan and makeup artist @GucciWestman — posed for our September cover in menswear-inspired looks. This is how the shoot came together!A post shared by instylemagazine (@instylemagazine) on Aug 1, 2018 at 6:47am PDT
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