#UNDEN1ABLES ⁝ a dependent multi - muse writing blog for willowglen. written by chanel.
⊱ ﹒ 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒆 . . . 29. columnist / writer.
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@unden1ables
#UNDEN1ABLES ⁝ a dependent multi - muse writing blog for willowglen. written by chanel.
⊱ ﹒ 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒆 . . . 29. columnist / writer.
intro. pinterest. self - paras. connections.
📸 imani and noemi at their lil PAWTY
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 📸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝟥-𝟧 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴/𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 … featuring noemi.
bit her nail when she got the t*ts out after they popped opened the bottle of tequila. cherishes the moment only for the sole fact of seeing that smile that was on par with the sun. also got a video of noemi singing mc hammer's "u can't touch this" and doing the whole dance.
📸 brooks heheh
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 📸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝟥-𝟧 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴/𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 … featuring brooks.
bombastic side eye to this folder because it's explicit and has more incriminating videos of him, but also just “homemade videos” they have together.
🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?
new years — an excuse to hear her parents use the “new year, new me!” for the billionth time before a week into the new year, they are just the same as they were before and when imani brings it up they say that was the champagne talking. but she likes how they really get into it, decorating letting all their inhibitions go. also, they invite all her relatives down from kingston, jamaica and it turns into a cookout that turns into a new years bash. she reconnects with cousins, aunts and uncles that blow up her phone and facebook but they never seem to take offense to her introverted-isms. they all still party like it was the last time they got together and it's just a setting where she feels the most loved and comfortable, especially when she can invite her friends. they exchange “joke” gifts that somehow tie into a “new” thing the recipient should try. before, imani never knew how to juggle but when her dad gifted her some balls and put her up to the challenge, that was basically half her 2023. now? she's a juggling master.
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after thirty minutes, the sound of three soft knocks rap at imani's door, opening it to reveal noemi seductively propped against her doorway, tote in hand and hip dramatically popped out. " excuse me, is this the address for miss imani daye ? it says here you ordered ... oh my god, a hot milf ? " she gasps, lifting to bite the tip of her finger as she lets herself in, sending a playful slap to the other woman's backside, quick to cover her own as she hurries to her kitchen, snickering. " naughty, naughty girl ! get your sexy ass in here and let's make these drinks ⸻ i brought raspberries for the vodka. "
&. @unden1ables, imani's place @ 1:30 am.
she was bored out of her mind — terrorizing her ex to distract from texting her mother back about flower arrangements and churches to visit. only thing that had her smiling from ear to ear was the back and forth with noemi, laid out on her couch and kicking her feet up and down in the air idly. the moment she hears the knocks, she's sitting up fast and going to the front door, her smile only growing at the sight and theatrics. ❝ they was serving long island iced teas at your cousin's ? ❞ she asks between a soft chuckle, letting out the fakest and loudest ow when her butt was slapped, shooting daggers at her as she covered up before imani could get her lick back. ❝ hey ! fuck the raspberries, where's that hummus you were raving about ? ❞ she calls back, closing the door to follow the woman who walked around like she owned the place. imani was glad that raven was out for the night, but she would've happily invited her roomie to join them. takes her seat on the floor in front of the couch, the bottle of various vodkas sitting on the table. all gifts from local widows that wanted to show their support to imani's mother, but the woman just pawned them off to imani. grabbing one by the tip to spin it and show off the label, she nodded approvingly at how it was apparently strawberry and mango flavored.
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑: ( @unden1ables ) imani. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: flo's
sliding back the writer's drink of choice across the table, dallas offers a smile as he shoves his flask back into his pocket. "still can't believe i can't order a jack and coke here. i mean, it's jack. coke. ice if you're feelin' fancy." he slurs, lifting his own glass sans straw to his lips. "i mean, it's two in the morning. these are prime alcohol hours."
manicured hands clap together, bowing her head as he filled her arnold palmer with whatever was in his flask. a late night for the two of them to wrap it up at flo's was always a highlight to imani, greasy food and pie with one of the few of people whose company she enjoyed. ❝ … and that should be your next business venture, the diner where you can order a jack and coke and nothing else. ❞ her smile stretches, both rows of teeth visible before a small laugh leaves her. brings the glass up to her lips to gingerly sip before putting it back down with an audible clap to the table. ❝ i know you've been to new york, so you're feeling nostalgic as fuck to that diner in soho that served alcohol, right? fuuuuck, i miss new york. ❞ bottom lip juts out, closing her eyes and letting out the most pathetic yet theatrical whimper.
he can tell he's gaining ground , her aversion to meeting his gaze pushing him onwards even more . he can get his pants dry cleaned , he doesn't even consider the way the tile digs into his knee caps , attention entirely focused on the girl in front of him . he doesn't even BOTHER replying to her comment about his current stature , the innocent expression slowly wiping away to once again reveal how OVER this whole ordeal he was . he forgot how insufferable he found her , cursing himself for even staying at the stupid event when he laid eyes on her . she likes that he's kneeling , begging , for her . and he's going to fight tooth and nail to go out HIS way . her quiet response , her sudden interest in the flickering light , tells him everything he needs to know . he needs to get that fucking phone , he thinks , racking his brain on how best to acquire it . hell , if he had to throw it in the toilet he'd do it . it was obvious SHE didn't care for him , so why should he return the favour ? he opens his mouth to continue his bombardment when she speaks first . the question catches him entirely off guard , brows knitting into a confused ( and , admittedly , concerned ) expression as his head tilts as if trying to understand if she really asked that . her second question has him shaking his head , " what ? " he asks incredulously . his mouth opens , hanging there for a moment as he connects her viciousness with her hurt . HIS hurt , that HE caused . " of course i did , " he's blinking in confusion , concern , tongue wetting lips as he thinks . " of course i liked you . you — you're — that wasn't obvious ? " he suddenly feels ashamed of how he's acted , pushing her buttons to such an extent that even THE imani had opened up . his arms drop from her sides , hands finding a knee to push himself back up onto his feet , taking several steps back to give her space . " imani . . . i'm sorry if i made you feel like i didn't care about you . " he thinks back to how poorly he treated her — lying , cheating . . . everything that classifieid him as a bad boyfriend . a bad PERSON . he runs a hand through disheveled hair , moving to lean against the door again , arms folding across his chest . " i'm sorry , really , for how i treated you . i don't know why i did that . it's fucked , i don't know . . . " his eyes , which had been on his shoes , find her once again , " please . PLEASE delete that picture . i know i fucked you over , but please . i've never told anyone about you , " the inference enough to illustrate what he means , " please . "
in the back of her mind, dulcet voice that belonged to her mother was imparting famous words while she stared at the male before her … when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time … staring back at her like she'd grown two heads all of a sudden. she doesn't laugh, brows don't wrinkle; stoic and detached to the core to strip him of any humanity she had within her. in her eyes, he's the weakest between them right now. he didn't even have nubs to stand on if she decided to interrogate him, but the male already showed her he'd do anything to get her phone, so that meant he'd also say anything. the apology would've made her scoff any other moment, but right now she was keeping a straight face and allowing him to show her why she couldn't agree with her late father that there was some good in brooks. her chest rises and falls, each new inhale into an exhale felt like a testament to her restraint to not cut him off to tell him about himself. ❝ okay, ❞ low, simple reply had its own eerie hold, undistinguishable on if all was suddenly forgiven or if he had just put the nail in the coffin for himself.
however, he should've known his last comment only had dug the hole deeper. her hand moves, slipping her phone back into her pocket before she saunters from the sink to brooks leaning against the locked door. ❝ i need you to get the fuck out of my way now. ❞ her gaze was on his chest before she spoke, then they looked up at him emptily. it wouldn't matter if he snatched her phone from her pocket, she was too lazy to have a face id set up but obsessive compulsive enough to change her passcode every month and it was one of those annoying ones where you had to draw a pattern. ❝ half the town has seen my tits and cunt when i was going to uni here before i came up to new york, ❞ she informs him casually, as if she were talking about the weather since her other activity would be a pebble in comparison. her mother told her about how the judgmental stares had come back since imani had came back in the last two months and how people she spoke with were now back to walking on eggshells when the girl was brought up. ❝ but i promise you … if i showed you off, that would cause a bigger splash. ❞ she takes a deep breath, brows finally knitting, looking at him as if he was back on his knees and as small as an ant to her; unimpressive.
ANORA (2024) dir. Sean Baker
pls give me “we’re exes who ended on kind of shitty terms but are trying to ‘stay friends’ anyway, and we occasionally sabotage each other’s dates, get drunk and fuck, scream and fight until four in the morning and still refuse to acknowledge maybe we’re not quite as over each other as we like to think we are.”
POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE (1990) dir. Mike Nichols
he has half a mind the simply snatch the phone from her hand , although her handing it over would be more satisfying , but it appears she has the same thought as his eyes track the device disappearing behind her back . he blinks slowly , eyes finding their way back to hers . her threat to scream further illucidates that he can't wrestle it from her hand , a fight he thinks he'd win . but that'd be a low blow even for HIM , and if anyone , ESPECIALLY the women in his life he loves , finds out about it ? death would be a kinder punishment . his lips twist tightly as she smiles ; he can't believe he'd ever found her enticing , HOT , even . he should have seen her for what she was : " you're a fucking sociopath . " his eyes squint in hatred hearing the nickname she calls him , one he absolutely DESPISES . he hates that nickname even more than the hates the idea of begging for anything , especially from imani . his pants are jacquemus , actually , but he's not dignifying her suggestion with a response . his lower lip is drawn between teeth as he considers what she's asking him to do , what his alternatives may be . but he's reminded how cutthroat she is , how many people she's devastated with a gleeful SMILE on her face as she does it , and he weighs her request . he feels like breaking a mirror , totalling a CAR in a drag race , and it's certain his rage is written all over his face . suddenly , and perhaps unexpectedly , he smiles . it's a toothless grin , lips spread tight across teeth , wrinkles forming by his eyes in earnest . " ahh . . . i see what this is about . " he acknowledges with a nod . his hands slowly find their way to grip either side of the sink behind her , essentially TRAPPING her between his arms , his frame lowering as he gets onto one knee , then two , without breaking eye contact . " is this what you want ? to see me on my knees for you ? " he asks , brows raising as an innocent , expectant look crosses his features . a beat passes before he continues . " so . . . now what ? " his eyes , having remained on hers to this point , slipping to her lips , her collarbones , lingering upon her chest , down the rest of her then blinking back up to meet hers . " hmm ? "
the waiting intensifies the thrill, two of them played like a game of chess. brown hues study his face, looking for any trace of muscle spasm or frantic run of pupils that indicate he was turning the cogs in his mind for his next move. observant, the word he used earlier was her strongest trait. fleet-footed, a ghost that lurked in the corners. in brooks case, she spent enough time with him to watch how self-involved he was. he made it easy to read him, but all the legacy families were gossiped about. imani could weed out the facts from the slander. ❝ don't get me wet. ❞ she says dryly to being called a sociopath, far from aroused in the way she joked about. pink lips form an ‘ o, ’ tongue popping back and forth against the roof of her mouth to imitate the sound of a ticking clock as he just stared bitterly at her.
expression doesn't hold as he shows a wicked grin, stiffening now yet holding his gaze because she wouldn't back down. after his cutting words, there was only one thing on her mind that she wanted him to confirm. the slow descent, flicking her gaze to watch him go knee for knee, fixed her eyes there for a full minute before they were tilting back up to his face. adrenaline now turned into dread that twisted her stomach, tightened her jaw yet made her soften her gaze on him. soft enough that somehow, she was looking at him but also looking past him for something real even if her baser instincts told her this was him being real her. ❝ i like you like this … small. ❞ her voice is barely above a whisper, the laugh she was holding back came out in a short burst, still stifled but a snort that highlighted just how humored she was by this display he put on for her.
all for a picture.
❝ no. ❞ finally answers him, averting her gaze and letting out a sigh, the buzz from from light nearest them holding her attention briefly, then she looks back to him. ❝ did you ever love me? ❞ she asks confidently, staring him right in those pathetic, big and droopy eyes of his with the dilated pupils. ❝ even saying love feels too big, so how about … did you even like me? ❞
" absolutely had a pearl handle and everything. " jaw remains set as if he is focused on his task. " i mean . . . we're in gun country can't believe i got caught off guard. you really get all sorts round here. i'm surprised we're not paintin' em. " the catty bitch thing is a low blow, so is the idea that he might exploit something like this to tinder for sex, then again, she was the one who brought up the word flaccid and been painting what she's been painting, so clearly her mind was already in the gutter to begin with, that's hardly her fault. " that makes a lot of sense, thanks for the assist. " devil's lettuce. people get more creative everyday. " it's called compassion for someone having a hard go of things. " lip twitches. he won't smile. he will not. " sounds like you're into some massive granny porn though boomerang, that's a hell of a visual. "
corners of lip spread wide, even if by just a smidgen from his quip. ❝ don't jinx that ‘cause it actually could happen tomorrow, but i doubt you’ll be here for it. ❞ something deep within her told her this was a one and done thing for him because it was for her. nickname makes brown eyes roll, but the gesture lacks any ill. ❝ if i give you five bucks to kill this depraved granny bit, will you? ❞ her own brush strokes to work in details now, outlines and shadows, giving her work dimensions. ❝ i bet i can guess your profession in under five guesses. that's way more fun. ❞
" then WHY are you so riled up ?! " he exclaims in frustration . her claims over not caring about him made sense , of course . he couldn't say he cared much ( or at all ) about what she did these days . but tracing the line from him pushing her buttons to . . . THIS , yelling at each other in a public restroom , was proving to be impossible in his current state . he's rolling his eyes at her motion towards him , her twisting his words back on him . " just shut the fu — " he starts , suddenly caught off guard by a phone pointed his direction , his movement to quickly turn his back not quick enough . he doesn't even hear what she's saying . it's like standing in the eye of a hurricane : his mind goes quiet , racing a million miles a minute as he runs over the considerable ways that one photo could RUIN him , especially dangerous in her hands . he could be cut off from the sizeable family fortune , lose the future of his career ( even though everyone knew what those in his circle were up to , there was an unspoken agreement to NEVER capture it on record ) . . . he could lose everything . calmly , quietly , he puts the bag back in his pocket , taking a deep breath it and placing his palms together . " imani , " he states , his voice a fraction of the volume it was formerly , the low tone dripping in warning , " delete that picture . " he's not asking , he's telling , and the sobering anger in his posture is palpable . " please . " he crosses the room slowly , forgetting how he towered over the other , not realizing how menacing this must appear to look . " i'm not playing , " as if she could THINK he was . he holds out his hand , an unspoken request for her to place her phone upon his palm . he doesn't trust she'll REALLY do it unless he watches , and even then , the ramifications of the ' what ifs ' frighten him more than he'd let on .
it was like a switch — one she'd seen before, but it always tickled her when the vexation turned into begging, that then turned back into threatening her. not outwardly, because that would've just made things worse. instead, he used tactics like his height and tone, but she wasn't some spineless woman or a pet that could be whistled at to behave. so she stares up at him, dark eyes twinkling underneath the restroom fluorescents, her lips parted slightly if only to allow the corners to slowly peel into an amused smirk. the grip on her phone tightening, lowering it to go behind her back and out of his reach. adrenaline was her drug of choice and nothing excited her more than challenging any form of authority. whether it was her military father growing up, professors, bosses—her megalomaniac ex. she sizes him up right back, taking a step forward and his hand that was extended to her, right at his fingertips were just inches from touching her chest. ❝ touch me, i'll scream. ❞ she says, with the biggest smile that shows her pearly whites, holding back from a laugh that is trapped in her throat for now. ❝ you can beg better than that, brookie. ❞ her brows knit as she clicks her tongue at that, another needle to sink into his skin. ❝ you're not? ❞ wears a confused expression … mocking, mocking, mocking. ❝ are those pants prada or bottega? ❞ she looks down, humming thoughtlessly, tilting her gaze back up to him. ❝ maybe you can have the phone when you get on your knees for me. ❞