I’ve been super into the electro swing genre lately (I blame @kaxpha for playing bomb music in their art streams) so I wrote this little blurb of a fic. Enjoy!
Lance had most definitely had better days.
Not only had been woken up by a surprise training drill by Allura, but he had barely slept a wink anyway thanks to some not so friendly dreams due to his spike of homesickness as of late.
He sat on the couch in the main lounge, sighing as he scrolled through his cellphone, a reflex that he had yet to have broken. There obviously was no cellphone reception in space. But, fortunately, Pidge had brought her phone charger with her in the backpack she carried when this entire crazy adventure started, so at least Lance could look at the pictures. Him at the Garrison with Hunk and Pidge, him at the beach in his hometown, his mom, his siblings, his family.
The scene at Jeffrey Dahmer’s apartment is considered by Milwaukee Police to one of the worst they ever encountered. Photographs of bodies in various stages of dismemberment, barrels containing acid, boxes of various body parts plus three human heads found in a refrigerator were among the items recovered during a search of Dahmer’s apartment, the now-now infamous apartment 213 at the Oxford Apartments, Milwaukee, Wis.
Dahmer would also confess to having sex with his victims’ corpses, preserving skulls, keeping various body parts, showering with corpses, cannibalizing some of his victims’ remains and trying to create living zombies by performing lobotomies with a power drill and pouring acid into the holes.
What was Jeffrey Dahmer like as a neighbor? Were there any signs that the tenant in apartment 213 was abnormal?
Jeffrey Dahmer’s neighbor from across the hall, Vernell Bass, stands outside of Dahmer’s apartment
Dahmer’s neighbor, Henry Barnett, describes Dahmer as never looking anyone in the eyes. “He always looked down,” Barnett says.
Other neighbors also described Dahmer as an introvert, always dressed in the same T-shirt and jeans.
The other tenants at the Oxford Apartments describe a horrible, unrecognizable smell throughout the whole building that seemed to originate from Dahmer’s apartment. The smell was thought to be either spoiled food or even a rat that had died in the vents.
Pamela Bass, Dahmer’s neighbor from across the hall, talked to Dahmer about the smell many times. She says that Dahmer was always polite when she spoke to him about the smell, saying that he claimed that meat had spoiled in his freezer and that he planned to thoroughly clean the freezer with Pine Sol.
Who would ever think that a neighbor was a serial killer?
Bass said that “Maybe we should have thought something. But how could anybody know he was collecting dead bodies? I didn’t know what a dead body smells like.”
Bass recalled other strange things about Dahmer and said, “I would hear a buzz saw running in the early evening, I thought he was building something."
She also said she heard Dahmer swearing when she was sure he was alone in his apartment.
After news of his crimes hit the media, many people who had missing family members showed up at the Oxford Apartments thinking that perhaps their loved one may have been a victim of Dahmer.
One woman, Bernice Lipsom, said that she last saw her 41-year-old son Aaron Vickers alive on June 10 after leaving him off at The Oxford Apartments. Vickers has not been seen or heard from since. He failed to pick up his disability check and hadn’t called Lipsom.
Lipsom said, “My heart dropped in the bottom of my stomach when I heard what happened here. Either he’s not able to talk or he’s dead. If he could talk he’d call his momma. If his body is in there, I want to know.”
“Parts of Many Bodies Found In Milwaukee Apartment,” by Isabel Wilkerson, New York Times, July 24, 1991
“I’ll tell you Chris, when a man comes up and says, “This aluminum stand up bass built in the 1930′s that was built to be on cruise ships so that the wood wouldn’t rot for the band that played on the ships.” “I say, where do I sign the check?”
“And then three months later when he calls and says “Did you know they made a matching fiddle to that bass, Mr. White?” “I also say, where is my credit card?”
Requested by Anon: Hi! :) Can I get a Revenge era Mikey imagine where he’s helping the reader learn to play the bass and develops a crush on her? As fluffy as possible, please. Thank you! I love your imagines. Xx
Your family and the Ways have always been close friends, you grew up with their two sons Gerard and Mikey. You looked up to Gerard as a big brother but had always been closer to Mikey since he was the same age as you and was in your classes at school. Your mums were best friends so you were always over at their house reading comics, watching movies or listening to any new records Gerard had found. During high school you would be round there daily hanging out with Mikey and doing homework, however Gerard would often catch you staring at Mikey across the table whilst he was trying to explain a question to you. Gerard seemed to be the first one to notice your crush on his little brother.
Your parents were invited to the Way’s for dinner but your parents told you to dress in something nicer than your normal black skinny jeans and a band shirt since they were celebrating the guys getting signed to Reprise, so instead you wore a simple black dress with your combat boots.
During dinner everyone is talking about their music and their plan for their up coming album. You were sat next to Mikey and kept smiling and looking over at him. “So Mikey,” You said to get his attention, he turned to you and brushed his fringe out of his eyes. “You might be interested to hear that I’ve decided to learn to play the bass.” You said with a smile and his face lit up. “That’s awesome (Y/N), we can play together.” Mikey said excitedly and hugged you tightly causing you to blush lightly. “I’d love to. My only problem is that I don’t know how to play and I don’t have the money for a tutor.” You said and frowned. “Mikey would be more than happy to teach you I’m sure, right Mikes.” Gerard said from across the table with a small smirk, you blushed lightly. “Yeah I’d love to, I won’t charge you anything, and I’ll provide snacks.” Mikey said with a grin looking down at you. “Thank you so much Mikey.” You said and hugged him. “We can start this weekend and make it a weekly thing, like every Saturday or something.” He suggested and you nodded excitedly.
The sessions went well and you were starting to play really well without slipping up on some of the chords. It was torture on your crush for Mikey though since sometimes he would wrap his arms around you to help you play or he’d hold your hand for a little longer when positioning your fingers, your stomach would flip every time he grinned at you after you got a section of a song right without messing up. After about a month you felt like you were able to play the song you were learning perfectly without messing up so you asked Mikey if he’d let you run through it on your own, sort of performing to him.
He was sat on his bed across from where you were standing with your bass checking that it was in tune. You looked up at him with a smile and nodded. “You ready (Y/N)?” He asked as he put the cd into the player so you could play along to the song. He pressed play and let you start. Your fingers glided across the strings and frets, as you got into the music you closed your eyes and just played, bobbing your head to the song. At one point you opened your eyes and looked at Mikey who was staring at you in awe with his head on one of his hands and a dorky smile on his face, you could feel the blush creeping up your neck. When you were finished Mikey cheered and engulfed you in a hug. “That was perfect (Y/N) I’m so proud of you!” He yelled as he pulled away and pushed his glasses up his nose. “This calls for ice-cream, I’ll be right back.” He said and walked out of his room. You put your bass on it’s stand and sat down on his bed looking at his bedside table, there was the comic that he was reading, a glass of water, a lamp, and a small photo frame that held a photo of you and him on prom night. You had gone together since neither of you wanted to go without dates, but it was just as friends, that fact made your stomach sink because you worried that it’s all you’ll ever be, ‘just friends’.
After ten minutes of waiting for Mikey to return you decided to go see what was keeping him, you walked downstairs and towards the kitchen where you heard Gerard’s voice coming from. “Look man, you just need to grow some balls.” He said calmly but was met but an irritated sigh and a thump. “That’s easier said than done, dude. I don’t have the guts to ask her, besides she’ll ne-” Mikey’s voice was cut off by Gerard. “Cut that crap dude, don’t put yourself down because I know damn well that she likes you.” He snapped. “What even when I was staring at her like a love sick puppy up there? I can’t do it Gerard. I like her so much but I just don’t have the courage to ask her out.” He sighed sadly and another thump was heard. Your face was bright red and your stomach was twisted in knots. You were over the moon that Mikey liked you back and it took everything for you not to squeal and give you away. “You want to make a move? Here’s what you do. Teach her a really complicated chord, one that you’ll have to help her with, then wrap your arms around her and have your face close to hers, if and when she looks at you, you kiss her.” Gerard sounded proud with his plan and you just giggled quietly to yourself and shook your head at how cheesy it was. “That’s so cliche and cheesy Gee.” Mikey chuckled and you could hear his eye roll in his voice. “But it’ll be effective. Just try to do it without chickening out.” You heard Mikey sigh and a chair move. “Alright, I’ll consider it.” Gerard cheered and laughed. “Okay now go back up there, it’s been like fifteen minutes.” That was your cue to run back upstairs.
You laid down on Mikey’s bed and tried to hide your grin when he came in with the small tub of ice-cream. “I’m surprised it hasn’t melted.” You sassed as he opened it and handed it to you. “Yeah, sorry, I was talking to Gee.” He said and scratched the back of his neck before pushing his glasses up his nose. “It’s okay.” You said after taking a mouthful of ice-cream. “So what’s next lessons wise?” You ask him, giving him an opportunity to go with Gerard’s plan. He shrugged and sat down next to you, you look over at him with a friendly smile and you both stared at each other for a couple of minutes. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and you discreetly bit your bottom lip before meeting his eyes again. “I really want to kiss you.” Mikey said it so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. You furrowed your eyebrows and before you got a chance to ask him to repeat what he said he pressed his lips to yours. You raised your eyebrows and closed your eyes as you kissed him back gently, you cupped his jaw as he held your waist. After a few seconds he pulled away with bright red cheeks, and wide eyes, he began stuttering out excuses and apologies but you just pulled his face back to yours as you mumbled. “Don’t worry Mikey, I loved it.” Then pressed your lips to his. He kissed you more confidently this time and you smiled slightly into the kiss.