‘would i ever lie to you?’ (monkeysmum)
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"Not sure." He replied with a small smirk. "I hope not." He gave her a gentle nudge, cigarette in his fingers.
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‘would i ever lie to you?’ (monkeysmum)
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"Not sure." He replied with a small smirk. "I hope not." He gave her a gentle nudge, cigarette in his fingers.
different ways to say ‘i love you’.
‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’
‘let’s get you back to bed.’
‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’
‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’
‘i drew up a bath for you.’
‘you need rest.’
‘you ought to be asleep.’
‘i bought two.’
‘here. you can have the rest.’
‘i thought of you when i saw this.’
‘i like your smile.’
‘you have a cute laugh.’
‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’
‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’
‘be careful.’
‘look both ways.’
‘you mean so much to me.’
‘i can’t lose you.’
‘i thought i might have lost you.’
‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’
‘it looks good on you.’
‘i’ll make you soup.’
‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’
‘are you okay in there?’
‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’
‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’
‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’
‘i’m worried about you.’
‘what do you want to watch?’
‘where would you like to go for dinner?’
‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’
‘we’ll figure it out.’
‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’
‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’
‘you’re important to me.’
‘this is your favorite song, right?’
‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’
‘good luck!’
‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’
‘don’t say that about yourself.’
‘want to come with?’
“wow! you look really nice.’
‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’
‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’
‘you can have half.’
‘come here. let me fix it.’
‘your tie is crooked.’
‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’
‘i’m not going to hurt you.’
‘can i touch you?’
‘can i kiss you?’
‘can i hug you?’
‘promise.’
‘would i ever lie to you?’
‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’
‘hey, good-looking.’
‘of course i care. you’re my family.’
‘one more chapter.’
‘i love you.’
When she stepped closer his mind began to race. He guessed one could describe the tone of voice his brain was using as: freaking the fuck out and screaming like a little girl in nervous confusion. He had no idea who this woman was. He only knew that it looked exactly like Sarah with paler skin and blonde hair -which was actually really nice. He liked it a lot. But she was doing jobs. Jobs for what? How the hell had she blended in so well as a bitchy soccer mom? How did she con those kids into believing it? Was he really sure that this...REALLY unnerving woman wasn't Sarah? "I uh," he laughed nervously and looked down at the stump. It was still healing, but he didn't have to wear a bandage over it anymore. "Yeah, sure." He smiled at her, holding his hand out. "It's still kinda sore though."
He was happy when she stopped. Seeing her face to face, his heart stopped. She was beautiful. The way her eyes shimmered in the setting sun, and the way her lips twisted into a grin. “Oh, yeah, yeah, it's yours.” He pointed to the bracelet, nodding.
When she made her way to the bench, he hesitated until she motioned for him to join her. “Carnies are a bitch sometime to jack from.” He admitted. “Best thieves in the world are people who work at little carnivals like this. Cause they know how to hustle, and they know they gotta be quick to avoid getting' hustled back.” He grinned.
“Oh!” he pulled his hand inside his coat and pulled out a healthy wad of money as well. 20's and 50's mainly. Money he pinched when he dropped the bracelet in the bucket. “Lil tip 'bout money buckets; they keep big bills at the bottom. When people ain't got change, they ask to break the big bills. So the game runner gives them miscounted change. 15 dollars from 20 in the form of ones.” He opened his drink before realizing he'd given her trade secrets before even introducing himself. “Sorry, Vic Schmidt.” He switched which hand was holding the drink and held it out to her.
He couldn’t believe how similar she looked. Ok, no, identical. But he knew Sarah had no siblings besides Felix, and even though they weren’t blood relatives. “Well...uh...long story. She took something from me, then faked her death. And uh...I lost...” he lifted his hand, showing her the missing digit. “So I'm not...really...looking for her. Just...kind of wanting to...not find her.”
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“Hey man, you look a little lost. Need help?”
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“Um...you’re...you’re not Sarah...are you.”
Michael posted this pic on his instagram account yesterday. This guy knows how to please his fandom… x)
Vic smiled at her when she looked at him and looked to the guy bending over to pick up the stuffed animals he gave a quick look at the rack of smaller novelty prizes. “Oh hey man, there's one over-” he leaned forward, knocking the novelty toys over, smaller stuffed animals spilling out all over the floor as he did. The kid didn't even look up, just growling beneath his breath about how much he hated his life.
Vic watched as the girl snatched up the rest of the money and walked away. “Oh man, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for that,” He leaned over the counter, snatching up a couple rare prizes -the impossible prizes- and a couple bottles of soda that were more than likely the workers for his break. “Man I am just fucking up your night. Sorry dude, have a good night.” And with that he was gone, chasing after the girl.
“Man, that was some smooth sailing.” He chuckled, handing her one of the sodas. “I mean, almost getting caught, that was pretty lame, but everything else was pretty sweet.” He teased.
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Sarah tossed the wrapper from her hot dog into the trash, standing across the way from a game where you would win a goldfish if you got the basketball in the hoop. A faint grin slowly appeared seeing how shit everyone’s aim was. And how quickly the bucket of money was filling up. That would be pretty easy to grab if the person running the booth was distracted. Just as the idea popped into her mind, it was becoming less and less busy as people moved further into the carnival.
Still, the guy was young and she was sure she could distract him. Digging into her pocket she grabbed out whatever change she had left. It probably wouldn’t even cover one game. “Hey, will this do?” She tried to act like she was embarrassed by the change, a sweet smile on her face.
He took a look at the change before looking around, probably to see if his boss was near by. Dumping it into the bucket, he mirrored her smile. “Yeah, go ahead. But, now you have to get it on the first try. No pressure.”
Taking the basketball from him she looked like she was taking this seriously and tried to aim towards the hoop. Just as she was about to throw it, she changed her aim and knocked it right into some of the toys in the back and made them fall to the grounds. “Oops, sorry.” When he turned around to grab the ball, she made an attempt to get the bucket. However he must have seen her out of the corner of his eye and spun around quickly.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
It was a chilly night for being mid-July, but the hustle and bustle of everything going on was enough to keep him warm. He was about 50 miles from home, his eye black and blue, lips split as he put the cigarette to his lips, hand in his leather jacket. He wasn't sure if he made the right decision, but the more he dwelled on it, the more he accepted that running away had been the right decision.
He stopped, looking at a stand that sold all sorts of things. Two tables side by side, one that sold pocket knives, another that sold trinkets. Key-chains, necklaces, other girly crap. He stopped, looking through the pocket knives, picking up each blade and looking at it. There were a couple cases with blades inside, opening and looking at them as well.
“Hey man, see something you like?” A man with a thick white beard asked, biker vest and rings on nearly every finger. Vic looked up at him confused for a moment before shaking his head, smile on his face.
“Just looking man.” He replied, bouncing one of the cases in his hand. His eyes flickered up to the other side of he table, a woman looking at one of the girlier looking pocket knives. Smiling he nodded across the way. “I uh...I think you got a customer, though.” The man gave him a quick look before turning around and helping the girl.
Vic opened the case, sliding the pocket knife into the sleeve of his leather jacket, using the tattered stitching in the cuff as a catch. Closing the case, he let his arms drop to his sides and he moved on.
Looking up, he spotted a girl not too far away. Dark hair, punk clothes. He smiled as she fished into her pocket and pulled out some change. He could see her eyes drop down to the bucket of money and he knew exactly what she was after.
Aiming the ball, she tossed it, stuffed animals falling to the ground. Then she reached for the bucket, but she was too slow.
Snatching a bracelet from the neighboring table, he ran over as the man turned his attention on her. “Again? You need to tie that thing on better.” He came up beside her. No one seemed to notice his approach from the woodwork. His hand dunked into the bucket and pulled the bracelet out. “Sorry man, this thing just flies right off her tiny wrists.” He laughed, turning and handing it to the girl. “Should have seen it earlier, she was um, she was one the Ferris wheel and it fell, hit this old lady in the head below us.” He joked, coming off as just the loving boyfriend. “Ain't that right babe?” He smiled.
“why does that character have to be gay”
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“So…I can’t afford Netflix, but we can Redbox and chill if you want?”
“Roses were sold out everywhere, so I got you a bucket of chicken instead.”
“The date was great! Well … until we got to his apartment where his dog kept trying to hump me.”
“Every year I tell you the same thing; I don’t like white chocolate!!”
“Not only did he take me to McDonalds for Valentine’s, he used coupons to pay for it.”
“All the stores were sold out of condoms…”
“I think there was something wrong with the food because I don’t feel so good.”
“We need to cut this date short because I’m going to shit myself.”
“PLEASE tell me your credit card did NOT just get declined.”
“What do you mean you’re in labor, the baby’s not due for another month and these tickets weren’t cheap!!”
“Did you get any of those rose petals stuck between your ass cheeks?”
“Are you okay?! I swear I didn’t mean to pop the cork into your face!”
“He not only showed up to our date wasted, but broke a $200 bottle of champagne over his head.”
“So not exactly the surprise you were hoping for, but we’re having a baby.”
“There weren’t any nuts in those chocolates were there?”
“I think I’d rather have been home alone with a pint of ice cream than to have come out on this date with you tonight.”
“I’m sorry my overwhelming libido put you in the hospital.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it; I’m lactose intolerant.”
“I can’t drink any champagne because … I might be pregnant.”
“He asked if he could ‘lick my pussy’ and I told him I didn’t have a cat.”
“Quick, call 911; the stove’s on fire.”
“Wait, if you don’t have a car, how are you taking me out then?”
“I don’t think drizzling chocolate on the bed was a very good idea … ”
“I’d kiss you but there were red onions in my dish … ”
“Either I’ve got food poisoning or the baby’s coming.”
“I wanted to propose to you tonight but I think our waitress … kinda stole the ring.”
“I know spending Valentine’s in the hospital isn’t very romantic, but I can’t tell you how happy I am that you stayed.”
“So, um, I don’t think we can have sex tonight. I just got my period.”
“If you’re going to fart in my car, at least give me a warning next time.”
“My/Your dress totally ripped up the back and now my/your ass is hanging out.”
“We weren’t even ten minutes into our date before he pulled his dick out and started jerking it under the table!!”
“I don’t mean to be rude, but did you brush your teeth with garlic or something?! The smell is overwhelming.”
“Not only was he/she late to our Skype date, but I could see his/her side guy/chick in his/her bed in the background!”
“Well, being handcuffed and arrested certainly made the date exciting.”
“No, we’re going to have to cancel our reservations, I can’t find a sitter.”
“Even though I peed myself in the middle of our date, we still had a good time.”
“Well, I had bought you a really nice Valentine’s gift, but one of the kids thought it’d be funny to flush it down the toilet.”
“I’m the master of the microwave.”
“Oh. Um, they must have mixed up our plates. That ring isn’t for you.”
“I was so nervous for the date, I forgot to put deodorant on. That might be why they haven’t called me in a few days.”
“If you’re expecting an engagement ring tonight, then I’ve got bad news for you.”
“He tied me to the bed, told me to call him daddy, and next thing I know, he’s face down between my legs, snoring.”
She’s not a real monster.