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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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The Type of Yandere König Is

Warnings: 18+, Toxic Behaviour, Manipulative Behaviour, Gaslighting, Possessiveness, Implied Smut, Non-Explicit Implications of Smut, Toys Mentioned, Degradation, Slut-Shaming, Submissive König, Dominant König, Aftercare, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

SFW

Insanely loyal and loving – wolfishly puppyish in his temperament.

For you, and only you, he shows his soft side; acts of domesticity and kindness are his love language.

Though, he tells you he loves you on a nigh-hourly basis.

“I just can’t seem to stop saying it – I love you !”

He knows you better than you know yourself, and he uses this knowledge to his advantage.

He’ll all but read your mind through subtle physical cues – changes in posture, a shift in the atmosphere, the dilation of your pupils – to do for you what you haven’t even thought of doing yet.

Passing you your drink, cooking you a meal, performing your chores for you – anything you can possibly think of doing or needing, König handles it before you can.

Of course this insatiable need to perform is rooted in love. But it runs much deeper than that.

König needs you – so utterly and unequivocally that it frightens him. And the thought of you leaving and taking his heart with you is infinitely more terrifying to him than having to put his life on the line and indulge in his occupation whenever he’s taken off leave.

König wants you to see that you need him as much as he does you, that you should (and will be) dependent on him not just for your happiness, but for your survival.

This desire to be all that you need becomes especially evident a good year into your relationship; when you trust König more than anyone – more than yourself – he takes that trust and runs with it.

He absolutely gaslights you into believing you’ve misplaced things, done things you haven’t done. While this is a good enough excuse to keep you in the house, he’s not above resorting to most outlandish tales to isolate you further, no matter how ludicrous his ‘reasoning’ may seem.

“You want to go out ? Now ?” he’ll say. “But–” he peeks behind the curtain, looks out the window, “Darling, it’s raining.”

“König, I can hear the sun shining, Köni; it’s not raining.”

And all to keep you dependent on him.

Whether or not you take to König’s lies is up to how much you love him, how well you believe you can live without him.

But just know that, if you ever try to leave him – when you are immune to his persuasion and elusion – König has made people disappear before. And he’ll do it again.

NSFW

This man will be anything you want him to be – it doesn’t matter how demeaning it is.

Whatever mood you’re in, he has something to cater to it.

Cat ears, maid outfit, gags, rope, nipple clamps, whips – you name it, he’s let you use it on him.

So long as you’re enjoying yourself, so is he.

He literally can’t finish until you do. So for both love and sanity’s sake, he’s a very proficient lover.

Definitely a moaner when he’s subbing – his whines and whimpers are so pretty and breathless that you can hardly believe they come from such a behemoth of a military princess.

This paints König out as a rather submissive breed of boyfriend, which, to the untrained eye, would be a fair observation.

However, you know better. Much better.

But that doesn’t stop you from making ‘mistakes’; little slips of the tongue – or the hand – that make his blood simmer and his eyes narrow, a jagged anger building in the periphery of your day-to-day.

Building and building, a monument that could touch God with the faux patience this man grants you – “One last chance, Engel,” to hold back the monster clawing its way out of König’s body.

Making König jealous or angering him ensures you’re the target of his reprehensible rage for the stretch of night ahead.

And when König snaps, he gets dominant.

Everything you’ve used on him, he uses on you, too.

And he does so without mercy.

Every time he’s topping, he’s got you weeping, sobbing, screaming, begging for more and less at the same time – and more often than not absolutely speechless for the fact that your mind is completely empty by the time he’s halfway through with you.

Definitely degrades you. And he is not gentle with it at all.

“Stupid little whore – filthy fucking slut –” things of that nature.

Treats you as his personal cum dumpster; he just fills you and fills you until you look or sound as if you’re about to burst.

But alas, it matters little how much you tell König you “Can’t take anymore–” because he’ll always find a way to make you take more of him.

“Oh no, Sweetheart, you will take more,” he’ll tell you.

“After all, what good are you to me if you can’t handle my load ?”

The night usually ends with you being bruised and sore and swollen after your excursion with König; marks which hurt to the touch for days afterwards. A deterrent.

However, no matter how badly he roughs you up during your time together, he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards – of any needs, no matter how niche.

And as he’s tucking you into bed, your body unconscious, König hopes that nights like these remind you that you belong to him. And he to you.

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callmeoncette · 10 months

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Do u take requests?

if u do can you make hobie brown x black reader where she beats the fuck out of this girl for flirting with her man. Like he clearly not interested, but she keeps insisting and then talks shit abt reader and reader goes ballistic on her ass.

thanks boo😘

Invited To The Cookout

Hobie x fem!black!reader

I remember someone mentioned they’d like to see him in a black southern cookout setting so I just mashed the two together if that’s okay with you!

Warnings: fighting, use of the n word, and a bit of suggestiveness at the end and I think that bout it

Hobie plucked away on his guitar, occasionally dodging a shirt or skirt, as he waited for you to get ready to go to one of your family’s many cookouts during the summer. He dressed casually. Black chucks, ripped up jeans with a few chains dangling, and a breezy band shirt because he learned very quickly that the southern heat in your dimension was nothing to mess with.

He smiled softly as he listened to you talk on FaceTime with your favorite cousin, who he mainly knew went by the nickname Bookie, trying to catch up on drama and coordinate your outfits. Your accent sounding thicker than normal as you two conversed.

“No cuz why my brother lie to that girl and tell her he was watching my baby? That negro ain’ watch shit but the back of his muthafuckin’ eyelids!” Your cousin said through the phone doing her hair

“He so weird for that like if you ain’ wanna go wit’ the girl just tell her…” you then smirked a bit and got closer to the camera, “I used to do that shit too tho’ I ain’t gonna’ lie.” You cackled like you’d list your mind. You then held up a large shirt and a pair of custom air force’s, “you think I should jus’ do these wit’ summ biker shorts? They go wit’ the colors Bee got on…” Bookie perked up, “oh my friend comin’?! HEY HOBIE!!” She yelled excited into the phone. He walked over to where you were and waved, the both of you laughing at her antics. She dropped her phone and the screen was black for a bit before she lifted it again to show her face along with a sweet baby girl’s, “Lala look! Its Hobie!” The baby babbling excitedly. You ‘awed’ softly at the sight before it was interrupted by your cousin pulling a confused face as she mumbled along reading something. Her face then fell as she groaned. Hobie quirked a brow while you asked her what was wrong, “Maggie bringin’ Tisha. You gon’ see yo bestie girl!” She laughed. Your face fell, “Stop playin’ wit’ me Bookie. You know I don’t like that girl.”

Hobie looked at your irritated face in confusion. You’d never mentioned the girl before but there’s clearly some history between the two of you. “Well alright…I’ll see you when you get at Granny’s girl. Khalil just got home from work so imma fix him a lil summ before we go.” Bookie said as her boyfriend walked behind her placing a kiss on the top of her head. You said your goodbye and hung up, laying your phone down a bit aggressively.

He stood behind you as silence took over. A pout on your face as you started doing your hair. His fingers drummed on his pants, “right, so who’s Tisha?” His voice is normally cool with a tinge of curiosity only you could pick up. You sighed a bit while rolling your eyes at the mention of her, “this bobble head bitch I can’t stand! Me and her been beefing since middle school.” you roughly brushed out your hair before he took the tool from your hands. He nodded, “the anarchist in me is screamin’ to tell you to fuck up the slag but I know you been wantin’ me to come to your ends and meet your fam’. ‘Ow bout we just avoid her and ‘ave a good time, yeah?” A soft kissed placed on your forehead, then your cheek, then your nose. You giggled lightly and pushed his face away, “okay! Okay fine! Now lemme hurry up an’ finish cuz we gotta pick up the drinks.” You say with a small smile.

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You guys pulled up to your family home. The house wasn’t large and grand but the energy of it and the land made up for it. The yard and backyard was full of your relatives who waved and stared as you got out with Hobie. He looked around at everyone and let out a low whistle at the sight. He felt a familiar tingle and turn to see your cousin’s boyfriend holding their one year old, “it’s a lot right? I still be stuck everytime we come to one of these.” Khalil said with baby Jayla on his hip. Hobie hummed while he dapped the man up, “my guy!” He then squinted as he looked around, “she always said ‘er fam’ was bare big. Just didn’t think it was this big.” Khalil nodded, his locs swinging, “yeah they all hella cool tho’ ‘cept for like a few. [name] prolly explain that to you tho’ so…” the man shrugged lightly making his daughter laugh.

You walked up to the boys with Bookie laughing. She quickly held Khalil’s hand and turned to you, “c’mon girl. You know we gotta speak to Granny and Gran before anybody else.” She said to which you nodded knowing that in your family you spoke to the matriarchs first. It wasn’t really a rule, more so something you just did. You two led the way to the porch of the house where your great grandmother sat in a rocking chair with a thin blanket over her lap. She slowly turned to peer at your group and you spoke up first, “hey Gran.” She squinted with a frail smile, “hey, w-who you baby?” She asked, confused. “It’s [name], [mother’s name] daughter? I’m one of your great grandkids.” A bright smile come on her face as well as a look of realization. She nodded, “yes! I remember honey. How you been?” She asked but before you could answer her attention turned to Hobie who awkwardly stood beside you, “oh. He one my grands too?” You all laughed a bit. You shook you head and gently corrected her, “no Gran. He’s my boyfriend.” She nodded “I thought so. Too tall to be one of mine.” You giggled again and hugged her, “imma go see Granny now okay? It was good talkin’ to you.” You then led Hobie into the house while your cousin had her time with the woman.

“She’s a peach. ‘Ow old she anyways?” Hobie had thrown an arm over your shoulders and leaned down closer to you. You rolled your eyes, “you not supposed to ask a lady her age.” He pulled you closer, “yeah, but I didn’t ask the lady I asked someone else. Bit of a loophole, innit?” You sucked you teeth and pushed him with a laugh. “She’s 97.” He let out a low whistle, “97 years. That’s mad long!” He said in a bit of disbelief. You held the hand of the arm thrown over your shoulders and hummed in agreement walking to the kitchen where you knew your favorite woman was.

There she stood cutting up cheese for the macaroni while she hummed along with a song by Big Jay McNeely. Seeing her made you feel like a little girl again. How you always nagged her while she cooked and she’d answer your questions without missing a beat.

“Hey Granny.”

She looked up and broke out into a smile. She came over and hugged you tightly, “oh my sweet girl!” She pulled back and looked you up and down, “lemme get a good look atcha!” She hummed happily. Her eyes drifted to Hobie, “and who is this handsome young man?” A welcoming smile on her face. “This is Hobie Granny. My boyfriend.” He stuck out his hand, “it’s nice to meet yo-oh!” Your grandmother had yanked him into a tight hug. She pulled back up looked up at him, “oh so tall! My grandbabies pickin’ right might finally get some height in this family.” She squinted as she peered at his piercings, “all these piercings don’t that hurt sweetie?” You sigh and save Hobie pulling him back to your side, “Granny.” She waved you off, “I know. He’s still very nice on the eyes.” She smirked. She then looked back to Hobie, “now. Thought I heard an accent in there. Where you from?” “London ma’am.” He replied respectfully. She nodded, “okay, okay. Well I hope you hungry cuz I’m almost done in here.” “Smells bangin’. Can’t wait to eat it.”

Before anyone could say anything else Bookie came in, “Granny I brought your only great grand can I get the first plate?”

“Girl!”

———

Hobie sat down beside you at the picnic table eating. In front of the two of you was your cousin and her crew. As he ate he kept feeling someone’s eyes on him and every time he looked up it was the same girl. She was white from what he could tell, had black hair to her shoulders with her edges done, a septum, and over lined lips with lipliner and gloss combo you usually used. She would smirk whenever their eyes met but it never went further than that.

Once everyone finished eating you turned to him wiping the corner of his mouth, “want some dessert baby?” He smiled softly, “that’d be lovely, doll.”. Bookie stood with you also going to get some while Khalil went off to change Jayla leaving the punk alone. That is until the mystery girl sat herself beside him a little too close for comfort.

“Hey.” Her tone making him scoot over a bit.

“Uh hi.” He said before pulling out his phone hoping she wouldn’t continue talking but of course luck wasn’t on his side. “I saw you wit’ [name]…” she her name with a smidge of venom that he caught, “y’all like friends or summ?” He continued scrolling on his phone but answered her, “bit more than that, mate.” She sucked her teeth in annoyance, “what wrong wit’ you? She don’t let you have friends?”

“Not with bitches holding onto that one black grandma like their life depends on it.” Oh thank goodness for Bookie.

You stood beside her with a stank face and two bowls of banana pudding. You placed one in front of him and placed yours at your seat but chose to stand and stare at the girl.

“You know you don’t talk like that in real life Tisha.”

Oh fuck.

The girl stayed at her seat beside Hobie and rolled her eyes, “whatever girl. He ain’t yo nigga. Yours busy with that baby so worry ‘bout that!”

Everyone started taking notice of the discussion. Tisha’s friends, including a distant cousin of yours, coming over.

Bookie screwed her face up and almost lept across the table till Khalil swooped in, “mention my kid again and I promise you. He ain’t gon be able to keep me from you.” She growled.

You glared at the girl, “he ain’t hers but he mine and he clearly don’t wanna talk to you. I suggest you stop sayin’ nigga by the way before actual niggas tag yo head.”

“She’s part black…”

“Shut yo dumbass up Maggie oh my god!”

“I think he can speak for himself.” Tisha said snidely.

It happened so fast but it also felt like slow motion. Even with his spidey sense Hobie didn’t see the attack coming.

After her snide remark you promptly dragged Tisha from the table and commenced to beating dat ass! Like you really whooped that hoe! Walked that girl like a dog! Honestly you should be ashamed of yourself. Shame on you [name]. Shame! Why you do that girl like that?!

When you finally got dragged off of her by Hobie who whispered in your ear trying to calm you down she was just a mess on the ground. Her wig as gone, she was missing a sandal, she had holes all in her leggings, and as much as she tried to cover it she had a knot and black eye.

Everyone whispered around shocked before one of you uncles spoke up, “aight now. Someone get the girl up off the flo’. Get her on home.” He said as her friends came to her aid. He shook his head mumbling, “shouldn’t been talkin’ shit.”

———

You sat at the kitchen table hissing in pain, “ow! That hurts Hobes!” He sucked his teeth, “oi, pipe down Mayweather. It’s not that bad.” He said as he internally winced, putting bandaids on your fingers where your nails broke off too close. You pouted before looking at him as he carefully worked, “I’m sorry I did that.” The man snorted before actually full blown laugh. “What are you apologizin’ for? Did wha’ you had to do, yeah?” His tone is light and playful. He then smirked, “it was a bit hot too…” he kissed your hands as he placed the last bandage. You looked at him with low eyes, “oh yeah?” “Yeah…”

“Ouuuu y’all in Granny kitchen being nasty!”

“You have a whole baby??? Get out???”

“Okay but lemme get summ of that potato salad behind you before I go.”

“BOOKIE!”

#hobie brown x reader #atsv x black!reader #hobie brown x black!reader #atsv x reader

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chunnies · 10 months

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hellooo! i hope you're having a great day! (≧▽≦)(人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

i was thinking, can you make a hobiexfem!reader smut where hobie walked in on the reader while she's riding her pillow, screamin hobie's name then hobie enjoying the view, and would watch her pleasure herself first and just jacking off. but also fucking her when she's done. (make a 2 part?)

also the reader is hobie's friend, innocent looking, a soft person but is actually a very perverted cunt

OKAY! I got you bae . Hope this is what you wanted 🤠🤠

Warnings: SMUT, Cursing ,unprotected P in V, Bad british😘, Use of Y/N,

(song has nothing to do with this i just like it)

Your day started normal. You woke up, got dressed, greeted your parents then walked off to school. You weren’t very social , you lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone. So when you and Hobie Brown became friends everyone was shocked. How could such a soft, loving, kind, and quiet person want to be friends with him?

“Oye, Y/N. Whatcha’ doin’?” Hobie chimed from behind you. You usually walked to school together but the past few days have been different. Suddenly you haven’t been seeing Hobie as “Just a friend”. He was more than that.

“Uh, walking to school?”

“Obviously.” He said while slinging his arm loosely over your shoulder. “Nice fit. I like how you layer.”

He said while gesturing at your outfit. You were wearing a white turtle neck, a white and pink plaid skirt, light pink tights , and pink leg warmers. You had on this fluffy pink jacket and some white shoes. It suited you well.

“Ah, thank you. Like your outfit too. Very… Hobie.” You said looking him up into the eye before you both stepped up to the school.

“Wha’s that ‘posed to mean!?”

“Nothing. Just means you look nice.”

“Yeahh, sure.”

“ ‘Kay, see you after school.”

“C’ya.” He said before placing a soft kiss onto your cheek.

Friends weren’t supposed to kiss each other. I’m any type of way.

You let out a laugh and quickly walked away. You were a blushing mess. It was hard to keep Hobie out of your mind on the regular. The kiss just would make it worse.

After the school day you and Hobie had a brief talk. He told you he’d be a little late to your hang out sesh but he would still come over. You said alright then went home. Your parents always came home late so you thought you’d have some alone time.

You went to your room and changed. He wouldn’t leave your mind. He was all you could think about all day everyday. You soon found yourself laying in bed, hand down your pants and scrolling through your pictures of Hobie, letting out small whimpers as you did. Your hands alone wasn’t enough. So, you threw your blankets off of you and straddled your pillow. Slowly you scrolled through your album of Hobie pictures. Soon enough you found one of Hobie from when you first hung out at his house. He was shirtless and in some sweatpants that hung loosely around his waist, his happy trail showing and his slight hard on showing through his pants. You had never noticed that in this photo. You rarely looked at this photo at all.

You had slowly started grinding against the pillow. You were so caught up in your daze the you didn’t hear him open your door. You kept grinding, slowly going faster, staring that the picture of Hobie you couldn’t help but imagine what his length would feel inside you. Was he bigger than he was in the photo? Was he smaller? How does he stroke it? Does he moan or whimper? Is he completely quiet? Does dirty talk? Does he praise? Does he degrade? All these thoughts were going through your pretty little head. You started to moan his name. All you could think about was Hobie. Then you heard it. Small groans and moans coming from behind you. When you turned around to see who it was you saw him.

Hobie was standing in your door way. His shirt pulled up under his chin. His pants halfway down his thighs. His hard cock laying in his hand. He was pumping it. When he noticed you were looking at him he started smirking.

“Finally noticed, yeah?”

You quickly got off the pillow and looked over at him

“Y..You said you weren’t coming until later?”

“Yeah, it’s later, Love.”

He said before pulling his shirt off and pulling his pants down, he had already taken off his shoes and now he is crawling onto your bed.

“W..What’re you doing?” You said in your usual meek tone

“What’s it look like in doin’ doll?” He said as his slowly started trailing your body. His fingers going from your shoulders to the hem of your shirt, he slowly pulled it off of you.

“Wearing a bra in bed?” He asks with a small laugh

“shut up.”

“yes ma’am.” he said before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses from your neck down to your shoulders. “ So p’rtty.” he mumbled before lightly biting your shoulder

“H..Hobie, wait.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah— yeah. It’s just, kinda hard to focus when your - uhm, yknow, is right up against me..” You said as clearly as you could but your voice couldn’t help but come out as quiet and shakey.

“Uh huh?” He mumbled before going right back to kissing you, making his was down to your breasts. Kneading them and staring in adoration. Soon enough he took one and started sucking. It took you by surprise.

“F..Fuck, bee.”

“ ‘s this good luv?”

“Mhm..” all you could do is moan in response.

“I n..need you Bee.” You mumbled

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Can argue with that, luv.”

He grabbed you by your hips and laid you down.

“Are you sure this is what you want, luv?” He asked, he knew you were a virgin so he wanted to be gentle. He wanted to know if this is what you actually wanted.

“Y..Yeah.”

“ ‘Kay.” He aligned himself up with your hole before gently putting in the tip.

“Oh, oh! H..Hobie wait.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“Y..Yeah. Just a little though.”

“We can stop.”

“No! I mean, no. I..I need you.”

He starting shoving his full length in.

“..Fuck..” He drug out his word. “Yr s’ tight.”He says before he slowly starts thrusting. Enjoying how his cock looks while sliding in and out of your cunt.

“F..Fuck , bee. Sho big..”

You mumbled out what you could but you honestly couldn’t talk. His length buried deep inside you to was hard to form words

“Fuckin’ you stupid, huh?” he mumbled while steadily going faster, pumping his cock in and out of your wet cunt.

The sound of skin slapping together and your moaning filled the room, hobie let out a few grunts here and there but he wasn’t that vocal. He kept hitting your g-spot, the curve in his cock making it easy to abuse your cunt. His thrust started becoming sloppier, signaling he was close. He started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You came instantly. Squeezing around his cock he leaned over you, thrusting so sloppily. His mouth was right by your ear and you could hear his whimpers as he coated your walls white. (WHIPER AUDIO WHEN?!?!??)

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#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spotify #hobie brown x fem!reader #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk x reader #spider punk x you #spider punk

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cobaltbeam · 7 months

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rex in the zygerian outfit has me on the floor screamin and crying. THANK YOU.!!!!

Ur welcome ♡

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green-alien-turdz · 3 months

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do you have more headcanons about stan’s mental health stuff. he’s personally who i project all my shit onto lol but i was curious you’re take on him or if he’s struggled with sh stuff too

I don't think I project onto him like I do Kyle- but I ain't sayin that he don't struggle!

He does his best to keep it together bcuz he doesn't wanna get back to the dark place he was in from 6th-9th grade where he would sh via cuttin n drinkin to numb everything. He's slowly worked towards gettin to a place where he can still drink for the fun of it n doesn't use it as a form of sh. Bro still struggles with his mental health, but he's really benefitted from usin Crimson Dawn as his vessel of pain. He enjoy screamin out his feelings, n bcuz CD is literally the only band like that in the local area, they do rather well. He still has really shit days though, n when he gets like that, he either lays in bed all day or tries to be near friends to distract him (especially Kyle).

I've forgotten a few times to draw his sh scars, but they're there more often than not if he's wearin a more visible outfit

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duckymcdoorknob · 1 year

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Perfectly Imperfect Night

Ships: Asahi Azumane x Gn!Reader

Prompt: They swore it was a “rite of passage” and “the best night of your life”. They clearly never experienced being abandoned by your date. Prom sucked until your bestie came to the rescue.

Warnings: Sadge reader

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Also @tohrusoftie my wifey. I hope you’re feeling okay, this one’s for you💓💓. & @asahisimpnation and @screamin-abt-haikyuu because h e ❤️

You should’ve known that something was up earlier that evening. You should’ve recognized your date’s displeasure when they excused themself to the restroom for ten minutes, blaming it on the “heavy bowl of soup” they had eaten.

You should’ve known.

But you didn’t want to.

—

The night of your senior prom was always called “the night to remember”. All of the adults sang of its praises, reminiscing their ridiculous hairdos and outfits that they sported at the time. They swore it was a “rite of passage” and “the best night of your life”, but were they telling the truth?

You shook the nasty thoughts away as you slid on your next outfit contender. Feeling rather confident, you snapped a photo and sent it to your friend group’s group chat.

“Thoughtsssss?”

“OMGGGGG IF YOU DON’T BUY IT I WILL 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨“

“Suga, take a chill pill. Anyways, you def should get that one.”

“I agree with Daichi, (Y/N)!!! You look abs. gorgeous!”

Your heart fluttered at the comment from Asahi. Okay maybe you had the tiniest crush on him, but you were going to prom with the date he personally helped you secure, so you were kinda stuck.

“This one it is then! See you hotties 2-nite 😎😎”

Swiftly changing into your street clothes, you then purchase the outfit and rush home. As soon as you step into your bedroom, you shut the door and open your blinds. Turning on some music, you sit down and prepare to get ready for the upcoming night.

After about ten minutes, your phone begins to ring.

“Hey, (Digital Assistant Name), answer call.”

“Answering call from Mufasahi.”

“Hiya!” You chirped, styling your hair with ultimate focus.

“Hey, (Y/N)!! Me and the guys figured we should call to remind you about-“ the long haired male’s voice was cut off as he took notice of how incredible you looked in such a short time. “Uh… about d-din-dinner.”

“Yep! Me and (Date’s Name) will be there exactly at five.” You replied happily, turning your attention to the screen.

“R-Right.“ You couldn’t exactly make out the gibberish, but you couldn’t miss the teasing tone that was laced on Sugawara’s tongue. “Uh… we’ll see you in a few hours!”

“See ya!” With a happy hum of contentment, you ordered your phone to continue playing your music, and returned to your duties.

After hours, your look was complete. You looked absolutely stunning, and couldn’t wait to show your date and your friends your look. You arrived at the agreed upon restaurant first, waiting patiently for your friends.

Little kids and older people eyeballed you in amazement, complimenting your look with huge smiles. You couldn’t help but feel beautiful…

Your date arrived first. They grinned weakly at you and took a seat across from you in the booth.

“You look nice.” They said quietly.

“Thank you. I think you look great too.” You replied with a warm smile.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. Your date had opted to aimlessly scroll through their phone, leaving you practically alone.

A sudden, over-exaggerated gasp caused the two of you to snap your heads up.

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, and the roll of your eyes, when you caught a glimpse of Sugawara fanning himself dramatically.

“Daichi, catch me! I’m going to pass out! Aphrodite herself is jealous of this deity right here.”

You chuckled, “You’re not so bad yourself, Suga.”

Your date stepped out, allowing themself to sit on the end, as all of your friends piled into the booth. This did not go unnoticed by Asahi, who instantly shot a look at Daichi.

The two ignored it, choosing to go on with ordering their dinners.

Halfway through the meal, your date excused themself to the bathroom, muttering something about their soup.

“You don’t like them very much, do you?” Asahi whispered in your ear, gently touching your shoulder

You sighed, “And here I was thinking that I was being subtle.”

Your date returned just in time to pay, in which they payed only for themself and not you. Regardless, you all piled into Sugawara’s mom’s minivan and rode together to the prom.

The scene was bustling and noisy. Music loud, lights bright, and colors vivid. Your date set the pace of the group, walking quickly ahead of the rest of you. Asahi merely sighed, placing a warm, protective hand on the small of your back. “That’s not how you’re supposed to treat your date.” he grumbled.

You all caught up with each other inside and made your way to the dance floor. Your friends instantly dragged you and your date by the hands to a little part of the floor separate from the crowd.

To your shock, and everyone else’s, your date seemingly enjoyed being goofy with you. They happily danced with you, a huge smile on their face. You reciprocated the smile, giggling a bit.

The night had been going perfectly, until your date had to genuinely use the restroom, and Suga gave you a “great” idea…

“C’monnnn, if you don’t do it, I will!” The silver-haired male whined, grabbing your hand with both of his. “This is the moment you’ve been waiting for!”

You furrowed your brows as you whined softly. “I know but-“

“No buts! Go request that song!”

You groaned and carefully sauntered over to the DJ booth. You then requested your date’s favorite slow song, hoping to continue the tiny spark between you and them.

You and your friends decided it was a good time for a break. Four, very overheated third years carefully trudged to the cheap, hard, metal chairs. The four of you sat down, instantly feeling the relief on your aching feet.

“Anyone else thirsty? I’m going on a drink run.” Asahi chimed as he suddenly stood up.

After the group murmured their drink orders to him, he smiled then turned on his heel to retrieve them.

The lights suddenly changed from overwhelming shades of warm colors, to a dim white, and the music slowed. Asahi chuckled, instantly recognizing the familiar melody.

His chuckle faded, however, when he returned to see you sitting with your chin resting on your palm, looking utterly defeated. “(Y/N)?”

He handed the drinks out quickly and knelt down. “What’s the matter?”

You didn’t reply, instead opting to weakly point at the crowd. Asahi’s eyes fell upon (Date Name) leading someone else through the slow dance, their connection seemingly at 100%.

“I see.” He murmured.

Tears gently pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried to hastily focus on something else.

Instead, you were interrupted by a gentle tapping on your shoulder.

“Hey.” Asahi was standing before you, smiling.

“Hey.” You sniffled.

“May I…” this was it. The big moment. He could do it. “May I h-have this dance?” He slowly held out his hand.

You took it, rising carefully to your feet. “You May.”

Asahi led you wordlessly to the dance floor, right next to your date and their new dance partner. He wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you at a comfortable distance. “Is this okay?”

“It is… thank you.” You whispered, grinning up at him with teary eyes.

The ace removed one of his hands from your hip, carefully brushing the underside of your eye with his thumb. “Don’t let them make you cry. I hate that they made you think that you aren’t good enough…”

“It’s alright, Asahi.” You murmured softly.

“(Y/N)…” Asahi carefully pulled you close into his chest, still swaying side to side, “You’re worth more to me than all of the stars in the sky.”

The whispered message allowed all of your held-back lamentations to come flowing out. The long-haired male simply held you tightly. “There there… I’ve got you now.”

Gently tilting your chin upward to allow you to look at him, Asahi sighed in contentment before carefully connecting his lips to your forehead.

“I’m never letting you go.”

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'Cause She in the Crowd Screamin'

AN: not me taking over a month to update lmaooo

Requested? Kinda by my girl @jackmansbabymama (like she had a concept that I was able to incorporate into the fic

Warnings: SMUT, relationship insecurities, weird fans thinking they have a say in people's relationships, Miriam’s NBA player ex, insecure!Jack

Word Count: 8.5k words

Jack pulled up to the studio that Miriam was at; it was the same one from when she was recording promo for In the Heights. The show she filmed last summer was premiering the Friday of Super Bowl weekend on Hulu and she was doing promo with the cast. She had a minor role, she was Jenna Ortega’s half-sister, who was the main character of the show. Their dad was played by Chad Michael Murray. If Jack was being honest, he had no idea what the show was about. All he knew was that Miriam’s character went through something very traumatic and her love interest was the actor who played Pope from the Outer Banks. Either way he was gonna watch because he’s supportive of all of Miriam’s projects.

He parked in the spot Miriam reserved for him and grabbed the drink tray because Miriam requested an iced coffee with oat milk and a breakfast sandwich. He pulled up his hoodie and entered the studio. He spotted Miriam’s mom and went up to her.

“Hi mijo.” she said, giving him a side hug. She looked down at the drink tray and shook her head. “Esa cabrona really sent you on a coffee run?”

“I asked her,” he said sheepishly. He pulled a hot coffee cup and handed it to her. “Miriam said you like the chai.”

“Thank you.” She thanked him.

He followed her to where Miriam was. She was sitting in front of a makeup chair doing her makeup. She waved at him as he walked over to him. Her jaw dropped when she saw him with the drink tray.

"I was joking when I said you had to bring me Starbucks." She said defensively. She looked at her mom who was giving her an unamused look. “I swear.”

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered as he handed her her iced coffee.

“Thank you though,” she said, taking a generous sip. “Oh that hits the spot.”

“I’ll be outside if you need me.” Isabela said, walking out of the dressing room.

Jack sat on the couch and placed his feet on top of the trunk Miriam brought with her because she’s doing multiple outfit changes. He was sipping his extra hot tea and reading some lyrics he had written when he felt someone’s eyes on him. He looked over to where Miriam was and she was looking at him through the mirror.

“Can I help you?” he asked her, arching an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, can you?” she smiled innocently.

She set down the pencil eyeliner she was using and pushed herself off the makeup chair. She went up to him and straddled his lap. Before Jack could make a smartass remark. Miriam held his face as she leaned down to kiss his lips. Jack pushed her up so that his hands were on her ass. With both hands, he kneaded her ass and then pressed her down on the growing tent of his pants. They moaned into each other’s mouths as he kept moving her hips on him. He held them in place and pushed his hips up for a different sensation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally let them go and wrapped his arms around her waist as they continued their makeout session

“I’m still here, if you don’t remember.” Jenna Ortega said, walking out of the changing room.

“Yeah, Miriam, you’re about to traumatize the twelve year old with your tits.” Jack said, pushing his girlfriend off his lap.

“I’m not twelve, I’m nineteen.” she corrected Jack as she went to her station to finish getting ready.

“You were born after 2000, you’re twelve.” he said.

She flipped Jack off and put on some jewelry. The few weeks Miriam was filming the show, Jack developed an older brother/ little sister relationship with Jenna Ortega when he would visit Miriam on set. During the set visits, he would run into Jenna occasionally when she would be in Miriam's trailer running lines. It got to the point where Jenna would jokingly call Jack and Miriam her parents because there would be times where Jack would also bring her food when he would drop some off for Miriam before he’d head out to the studio.

Miriam had gone back to her makeup section and redid her lip. She lined the outline of her lips with a brown lip liner, in the shade ‘paper romance’, from a PR box Halsey sent her from their makeup line and then swiped some ‘Hot Chocolit’, her favorite brown lip gloss from Fenty Beauty. Someone from Jenna’s team came in and ushered out to go take pictures before they did their interviews. Meaning Miriam had to hurry and finish getting ready. She quickly finished her eye makeup and went to change. She was wearing an all lace Laquan Smith catsuit with some Dion Lee chino pants. She finished off the look with her ever present gold jewelry and some Nike Cortez she bought when she went sneaker shopping with Complex that she filmed a month ago in Oakland.

The video had gone viral after it was revealed that she bought out the store and donated all the clothes to womens and homeless shelters. The video was also circulating the internet because Jack was with her when she was shopping and she made him reach for the shoes she couldn't reach on the top shelves. A lot of people had commented that their height differences were cute and that based on their body language and how Miriam laughed a little too hard at his comments, they had hooked up at least once. Neither of them responded to those comments.

Jenna came in a few minutes later. She went up the snack table filled with snacks and drinks and grabbed a pack of peanut butter stuffed pretzels.

“Can you please pass me a water?” Jack said, raising his hand.

She gave him a look then reached over to grab a Fiji water for him. She handed it to him and sat on the opposite end of the couch that he sat on.

“How do I look?” Miriam asked him, giving them a little spin.

“Like I should kick the twelve year old out, so I can fuck you.” Jack responded truthfully.

“I’m right here.” Jenna said, tossing a pretzel at him.

Jack caught it with his left hand and popped it in his mouth.

“A ‘you look nice’ would have been sufficient.” she said, rolling her eyes.

“You got the gist.” he shrugged. He turned to Miriam saying, “you look lovely.”

The trio hung out in the dressing room until Miriam and Jenna were called to do their interviews.

“I’m gonna head out to the studio for a few hours then go back home.” Jack said, pulling Miriam to a quick kiss. He fistbumped Jenna then turned to his girlfriens. He jiggled his keys in his pocket. “It’s just gonna be me at home later since Urb is out with his lady friend.”

“Maia?” Miriam asked. When they were in the Bay Area for Jack’s shows, she met a girl named Maia.

“No, I think her name is Ree.” he said. “Anyways, wanna come over and order in?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” she agreed. “Want me to bring something?”

“Just that set you showed me last night when we were facetiming.” he said, leaning down to kiss her. His hand wandered down to her ass, giving her a rough squeeze.

Behind them Jenna made throwing up sounds. “Y’all are so fucking gross.”

Jack rolled his eyes and murmured. “We’re putting her up for adoption.”

Miriam woke up drenched in sweat. And it didn't help that her thick San Marcos tiger blanket and Jack's natural body heat was radiating off him and onto her. He was almost covering her with his body. His check was squished against her ear. His cock poked her ass as Jack hugged her from behind, keeping her from rolling off the couch. Earlier when she went over to Jack's airbnb, they had wings and the works for dinner, eventually falling asleep on the couch while they watched the Rush Hour trilogy.

Thanks to Beto's self defense lessons, Miram gently elbowed Jack and got out of his embrace.

"That shit hurt." Jack groaned, rolling onto his back. He pushed himself up and placed a throw pillow to lean against the arm rest. He pulled Miriam to his lap and rested his hands on the sides of her thighs. "Why'd you wake me up?"

"Because I got hot." She said irritably. She pulled off his grey Lyrical Lemonade hoodie, that she stole when they were in Louisville, off her body and tossed it on the arm rest behind her. She pushed her hair over her shoulders and sighed contently, slightly bouncing on Jack's hard-on. "That's better."

Jack took her in. She was in her dark teal boy shorts (that she wore under the sweatpants she arrived in but took off when she wanted to nap) and a white scoop neck bralette.

Her pert nipples nearly poked through bralette. Instinctively, his hands went up to her chest and his thumbs massaged her erect nipples. Miriam pushed his hands down to her ass so she could lean over his body.

She cupped his face with both hands and kissed him. He kneaded her ass and then pressed her down on the growing tent of his pants. Miriam held his face as she leaned down to kiss his lips. They moaned into each other's mouths as Jack kept moving Miriam’s hips on him. He held them in place and pushed his hips up for a different sensation. After what felt like an eternity, he let go of her ass.

His hands went to her shoulders and he pushed down the straps of her bralette. Miriam sat up and took it off. Jack took advantage and took the long sleeve he wore and his sweats staying in only his boxers.

Laid on their sides, facing each other, and resumed their makeout session. Jack slid his hand up to her breasts. His thumb delicately ran over her pert nipples as she melted to his touch. Without pulling away from their kiss, Jack helped her out of her panties and tossed them to the growing pile of clothes. Miriam draped her leg on Jack's waist as one of his hands made its way back to her hips and lazily ran his finger tips around her core, sending her goosebumps all over. With the other, he balanced himself so he wouldn’t squish her.

Miriam gasped feeling his ring and middle finger inside of her. Jack pressed his thumb to her clit and sped up his fingers. She whined and arched her back. She moaned as his fingers fucked into her at a deliciously slow pace. As if her hips had a mind of their own, they followed Jack’s fingers.

“Jack–”

“I got you.” He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased his pace.

“Sh–Jack.” She climaxed.

Jack’s bright blue eyes were on her darkened brown as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. He brought his fingers to his mouth, but Miriam circled her hand around his wrist. Without breaking eye contact, she slipped his fingers in her mouth. She sucked them, slowly bobbing her mouth. She ran her tongue along the length of them and sucked his fingertips.

"You're unreal." He said in adoration.

He pushed himself up, hovering over her. But Miriam wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down so that she got his full weight on her. They kissed once more and lazily made out. Her hands wandered down his back until they reached the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

"Please fuck me, Jack." She whispered.

He nodded and stood on his knees. He pushed down his boxer-briefs to his knees and got on top of her once more. He bent his head down and kissed her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, we agreed to no fucking in the couch man!” Urban yelled by the hallway.

Jack quickly threw the blanket over Miriam's body. Urban and his lady friend awkwardly stood in the hallway with their backs to Jack and Miriam so they could change.

"You said you weren't gonna be home tonight." Jack said, pulling on his sweatpants.

"Ree's housemate was there. I texted you an hour ago that we were getting food then coming over." Urban said.

Jack glanced over to Miriam and saw she was fully clothed. "We're good." He said to his best friend.

Urban and his friend entered the living room. The first thing Miriam noticed was that the girl was tall. She was taller than Urban. She wore a light pink short cut-out dress that made her brown skin glow and her hair was in passion twists. She was stunning.

"Oh my god, you're Miriam Dominguez!" The girl said. "I'm Ree."

"Yeah, that's me…hi." She smiled at her. She felt her cheeks warm up.

"I loved you in In the Heights, you were so good in 96000. Congrats on the soundtrack getting an Oscar and Grammys." Ree said sweetly.

Miriam, clearly flustered, was at a loss for words. She usually was in the presence of pretty women. "Um," she giggled, pushing her hair back the same she would when Jack would make her flustered, "thanks."

"C'mon," Urban said, reaching for Ree's hand and guiding her through the living to get to his room.

"That's not fair." Miriam sighed when the couple entered Urban's bedroom.

"What?" Jack asked, picking their food containers.

"She's so hot. I never hooked up a baddie. At Berkeley I was stuck with the pretentious vegans and the occasional sorority girl that wanted to know what it was like kissing a girl." She explained.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Jack said sincerely.

He didn't know much about Miriam's past dating/hookup life with women when she was at Berkeley, only what she briefly mentioned in passing. He was curious to know but not that curious to ask her. If she wanted him to know she'd tell when she was ready.

"It's fine. I have a great boyfriend who didn't judge me when I asked for plain wings." She said, straddling his lap. She hugged his neck and kissed all over his face.

"It's not my place to judge. I figured your 25% white side made it so that you couldn't tolerate spicy foods." He said, making her laugh.

"I can tolerate spicy food. I just like plain wings." She shrugged, getting off his lap. She reached for her phone to check the time. Her eyes widened seeing that it was almost midnight. "Shit! My dad's gonna kill me. Let me order a Lyft."

"You're not ordering a Lyft," Jack got up and threw their trash in the trash bin in the kitchen. He put on his slides and slid his phone in his pocket. "C'mon."

"You're already home. I can't do that." She stubbornly shook her head.

Jack knew she wasn't going to give in so he grabbed her checkered Vans beside the couch and picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder.

"Jack put me down!" She squealed.

"Okay." He nodded. He carried her all the way to his car and placed her inside the passenger seat. "Happy?"

"No, I could have Ubered home." She crossed her arms.

"You're so fucking stubborn." He said before closing the door. He rounded over to his side and got on.

He turned on the car and passed his phone so that she could play music while the car heated up. As 'Nights Like This' began playing through the speakers, Jack snatched his phone and paused the song.

"Hey!" Miriam frowned.

"I just remembered that I got sent the final draft for the 'Nail Tech' video." He said, showing her his text thread with Chris.

"Did I make the cut?" She asked.

The day he filmed the video, she came over to drop off some food for him. He was stressed to say the least. The model they hired for a specific scene had dropped out at the last minute and the other models didn't fit who he wanted. Urban suggested that they use Miriam since there was a certain line about her in the song. She agreed instantly because it would be her music video ever. Their shared scenes went by pretty smoothly except for when Miriam accidentally hit the curb when she was supposed to make a U-turn and the car got a flat tire.

"See for yourself." He pressed play.

At the 50 second mark, Miriam appeared driving a white Tesla with Jack hanging his feet out the window. She showed up a few more times driving and in the TSA line where she was ahead of Jack as he shamelessly checked her ass out.

"I can finally add a music video cameo to my imdb profile." She said proudly.

"I'm glad I was able to make that happen." He said, finally pulling out of the driveway.

The couple spent the drive to Miriam's house discussing their plans for the Superbowl. She was trying to convince him to join her family instead of Drake. Her dad had gotten box seats for their family and friends. They were all voting , except for Katalina because she was in Europe for fashion month. Luke and Gia were going along with the rest of Gia's large family. The twins' (Danny and Claudia) parents were also going, as well as Danny, his fiancé Mede, and their son. Claudia and Calum were still undecided because they might have plans. Their older brother, Junior, was staying behind in San Diego. He was in charge of the family restaurant since Superbowl weekend was one of their most busy days. After the game Mede and Danny were hosting a small get together in their home.

Jack was down. He got along with all her friends, except with Sebas, Mede's kid. The toddler had some unwarranted beef with him. Though Jack was going to hang out with Drake for a bit because he was the one who originally invited him, Druski and Urban.

They finally arrived at Miriam's house. He parked in his designated parking spot in the secluded part of the front yard/ driveway. The second he turned off the ignition, Miriam got a text from her dad asking 'que son estas horas de llegar.'

"Shit, I really gotta go." She muttered, pocketing her phone.

"You’re still coming to Cleveland, right?" He asked, referring to the Celebrity All-Star game.

“Most likely, but I still have to ask for permission.” Miriam said, leaning against the car door.

“Permission? Permission for what?” Jack asked her, confused.

“To go out of town?” she said in a ‘duh’ tone.

“But you’re twenty-three?” he said even more confused.

“Bro, I’m Mexican and live with my parents. Of course I have to ask for permission.” she giggled. "I literally missed my 11pm curfew right now.

“Oh okay...” Jack nodded. “Call me when you have an answer.”

“Va. text me when you get home.” Miriam nodded. She stood on her tippy toes and leaned over the window to kiss him. “Love you.”

“Love you.” he mumbled back in between kisses.

Miriam finally pulled away and walked back to her house. She stood by the doorway until the gate closed. She closed the door and went to the living room where her parents were watching a movie.

“Hi,” she said sweetly as she sat in between them.

“How much do you need?” Her dad said, not looking away from the tv.

“I don’t need money.” she said feigning offense. “I was wondering if it was okay if I went to Cleveland. Jack has a basketball game there next week, and invited me.”

“I thought he was a rapper, not a basketball player.” Mateo said.

“It’s for the Celebrity All Star game.” she explained.

"The coordinators saw him play against el chaparrito and thought he was good?" Her father asked, referring to Jack's game against Russ last year.

"In Jack's defense Russ cheated and hired a bunch of retired college players." Miriam mumbled, sticking up for her man. After a few seconds, she asked, "Can I please go?"

"Veremos."

***

The weekend of the basketball games finally arrived. Jack had been in Cleveland all week for practice but Miriam flew in with Beto the night before. She was currently in the airbnb's guest house where she and Jack (and Daisy) were staying to have some privacy away from his team that were staying in the main house. She was stuck deciding on an outfit for the game. Twenty minutes later she decided on some brown ‘The Sunshines’ pants from Nahmias and a white long sleeve cropped top. She finished the look with Jack’s KY necklace, her Max Mara teddy coat and a pair of white Air Force 1s.

She packed the last of her things into her purse and went out to find Beto. He was leaning against the SUV they rented since Jack was on a schedule and needed to be everywhere.

"Finally," he muttered.

"Remind me why you're not fired yet?" Miriam said, sliding in the backseat.

"Because you're not in charge of that, your father is." Beto said, giving her a sarcastic toothless smile.

"As of now." She said, pulling out her phone to text Jordyn that she was on her way to the Center.

Mateo originally said no to her flying out to Cleveland because she had just gone to Santa Barbara for Valentines Day with Jack. But her father agreed when Jordyn's mom called and told him that she was going. Jordyn's family was going to go support Karl Anthony at the actual NBA All-Star game. Karl was technically not starting but he was still part of one of the teams.

In forty minutes later, due to the snow, Miriam and Beto arrived at the arena. Security ushered them through the hallways that led them to where she was to her courtside seat. Jordyn and her family were already sitting. She greeted everyone and took a seat next to Jordyn who sat next to Karl.

Miriam pulled out her phone and texted Urban that she was here. He replied that he and the rest of Jack’s team were sitting behind where the players were. She looked up from her phone and scanned the room. She spotted him instantly and waved at him.

She made conversation with Jordyn, but eventually she fell out of it. She pulled out her phone and texted Claudia to confirm their plans for the following day. Claudia runs a reaction youtube channel and she watches movies and shows. Sometimes she’ll have guests in the show, usually Mede or Luke Hemmings. While her channel’s main focus is the movie reactions, Claudia also has monthly segments where she interviews people podcast style or she’ll do makeup (usually a GRWM video) or baking tutorials. Thanks to her, Miriam perfected her banana bread recipe. So the following day Miriam and Claudia are going to film a movie reaction and a GRWM video because they’re both Fenty Beauty ambassadors. Not to mention they're going to talk about Miriam’s new show to help promote it.

“Miriam?” a voice called in front of her.

She locked her phone and looked up. It was her ex, Kaleob Young. He stood tall in a navy blue Celine trench coat with black trousers and Prada loafers.

“Kaleob, hi!” She got up and gave him a friendly hug then kissed his cheek, aka the universal Latino greeting. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m playing on Sunday on Lebron’s team.” Kaleob said. “I’m assuming you’re here to support Jack Halow.”

“What?” she laughed awkwardly. She stammered. “I’m not…me and…”

“Bro, I’ve known you for years. I know when you’re lying.” he chuckled. “I figured when you two were together when you went to that game a few months ago. I’m happy for you. You deserve a good guy like him.”

“Thanks Kaleob, I wish you the same.” she smiled.

“I just came to say hi, but I’ll see you around. You’re going to the game on sunday?”

“Obvio,” she giggled.

They hugged once more then Kaleob walked a few feet to where there were other NBA players. The announcers tapped in and let the people they were going to start momentarily.

From where Miriam was sitting, she got a view of all the players that were walking out. She was able to make out Jack’s body as he walked down with all the players. As if he knew she was staring at him, he gave her his trademark grin.

Jack took her in and smiled to himself. She was wearing his necklace. Miriam had joked that it was the only necklace/chain of his that she would wear because it was actual yellow gold though that same night she ended up riding him wearing the Kentucky state shaped chain.

The game started and ended in a blink of an eye. He showered and was making his way down the hall to find Chris and Neelam. He scrolled through twitter, skimming tweets of people being surprised by his basketball skills. Some of his fans quoted his song Tyler Hero.

One thing did catch his attention. It was a video of Miriam and her ex talking, but they were standing close to each other, well Miriam was standing and her ex had his neck bent to hear whatever Miriam was saying. She was holding onto his bicep as he whispered something in her ear. She even tossed her head back, laughing. The video ended with them hugging and Miriam, pushing back her curls with a sheepish smile on her face as she sat back next to Jordyn Woods.

Jack did not like that she was just laughing at other people’s jokes. It even bothered him when Druski made her laugh. That was his job–in addition to making her come whenever she wanted– so seeing her ex do that left a bad taste in his mouth.

He found Chris and Neelam in the stands and followed them and the rest of his team to their van. As he settled in his seat he got a text from Miriam, that she’ll meet him over at the house since Beto drove her. He texted her if she wanted to order in or go out with his team. She didn’t reply. He frowned and brooded over her lack of response.

When the van arrived at the airbnb, Miriam hadn’t responded, so Jack decided to stay back to wait for her. While he was at it, he took Daisy out so she could use the bathroom outside. He refreshed twitter and the first thing that loaded was another video of Miriam and her ex. This time they were walking to their respective cars with Beto and who he’s guessing is her ex’s bodyguard. He clicked on the replies and they were flooded with pictures and comments saying how cute they were and how he must be the faceless guy she started posting. They concluded that the KY necklace were actually her ex’s initials because his name was Kaleob Young. Some even pulled old pictures of them from when they were in high school.

Jack knew it was bad for him to keep reading these comments, so he deleted the app off his phone. He whistled at Daisy and she popped out of the snow. They went inside as Miriam walked in the door. She was carrying paper bags and a drink carrier from Shake Shack.

“You brought food?” he asked her.

“Yeah, didn’t you get my text?” she said, setting the food and drinks on the counter. She pulled out her phone. “Oh shit I forgot to press send.”

“Mhm,” he said, walking over to the sink to wash his hands.

“You were so good tonight! When I was walking over to the car, I ran into Kaleob after the game because his security team parked near where Beto parked and he was telling me how impressed he was. And I was like ‘No, Jack is, like, good.’. He joked that you should join the NBA and I was like ‘I don’t like NBA players.’ then it got awkward so he left.”

“Miriam, I don’t think I’m hungry. I’m just gonna get ready for bed.” Jack said, glossing over what she had just told him. “I’m tired from training and the game. Thank you for the food though.”

“No, yeah, that’s fine. I’m gonna hang back and read after I eat.” Miriam said.

Jack nodded and bent down to kiss her temple. He grabbed a handful of fries and tossed a few over to Daisy then ate the rest.

Miriam sensed that there was something going on with him, but she didn’t want to press him for information. He was tired. She’d seen him work hard the past few days with training and promoting ‘Nail Tech’. Hell he has to be up at six because he has a few radio interviews then he has rehearsal because he’s performing before the NBA All Star game.

She finished eating and settled in the living with a script her mom sent her. In a few days, she had to fly out to LA because she had an audition for a movie. It was set in the 90s where a pair of siblings go on a roadtrip to Yosemite with their new neighbors and their kids. It was based on a kids book, but they changed it a bit to add some romance and to make it more of a thriller because they’re getting followed by people who want the RV the family rented.

She read her designated lines for her audition and decided to call it a night. When she went to her room, Jack’s soft snores filled the room, so she quietly tiptoed around the room to get her things so she could get ready for bed. She changed into a pair of satin pajamas. She usually wore a baggy t-shirt and called it a day, but not in this weather. She did her nighttime skin care routine and went to bed..

Miriam kissed Jack’s freckled shoulder. She turned on her side and settled into bed. She felt Jack wrap his arm around her waist and pull her onto his chest.

The following morning, Miriam went to war with TMZ, Page Six, DailyMail, and PopCrave. They had all posted about her and Kaleob, implying that they got back together. Apparently two interactions were sufficient for the gossip pages to create an inaccurate timeline dating back to when they were in high school to the night before. She was beyond pissed and collectively cursed them out, demanding to delete all of that or she’ll sue them. An hour after she tweeted that, all the pages deleted their articles. To cleanse her timeline, she retweeted some videos and pictures of her cheering on ‘her bestie Jack’ when he made the four point shot. She added one of the videos to her instagram story with ‘WARSAW’ playing in the background.

After that she made herself some breakfast. Miriam spent her day doing the GRWM makeup tutorial with Claudia. They talked about what their partners did for them on Valentine’s Day. Calum surprised Claudia on a weekend getaway to Catalina Island and Miriam told her what ‘her boyfriend’ did and then they talked about Miriam’s new show and her role in it. When they finished their makeup they reacted to Through My Window.

After filming and a late lunch, Miriam was reading ‘Through My Window’ because when she and Claudia filmed she was surprised that it was a book from Wattpad, so she bought the book to later talk shit about it with Claudia and Mede, their go-to book recommender.

Keys jingled on the other side of the front door. Daisy hopped off the couch and trotted over to the front door. She pawed at the door handle.

“Daisy, haste patras so Jack can open the door.” Miriam called from the couch.

Jack finally opened the door and went inside. He was greeted by Daisy. The two year old puppy nearly tackled him to the ground, but he caught her paws before they got to him. He gave her a few head scratches and kissed her head before he went to the sink and washed his hands then went up to Miriam.

“That fact that you kissed my dog before me is quite upsetting.” she pouted, crossing her arms.

“She’s my bitch. I gotta show love to them first.” he smirked. He bent his head down and kissed her. “I’m gonna take a nap. There’s a group dinner at the main house at six.”

“What’s the dress code?” she asked, checking the time. It was almost five in the evening.

“Miriam, we’re literally walking twenty feet to have pasta. I don’t think it matters.” he said.

“So this is okay?” she motioned to her white Nike sweatpants and cropped long sleeve top.

“Yeah, your tits look good.” he said, reaching down to squeeze them. He slipped his hand inside her top and tweaked her nipples. “You cold?”

“Ponte en paz.” she pulled his hand out of her shirt. “I thought you were gonna take a nap.”

“You have my pillows.”

Miriam rolled her eyes and moved to make room for Jack to lay across from her. He pulled his phone out and took a selfie of him on her chest, captioning it ‘the best pillows.’ He unzipped his jacket and tossed it off to the side and resettled in Miriam’s chest. Miriam played with his hair adn soon after he dozed off.

An hour later he woke up. Miriam went to their room and put on her leather shearling ACNE Studios jacket. Jack gave her that one and light brown suede shearling jacket for Christmas. She sat on the couch and

“Why are you taking your big ass jacket?” Jack asked her.

“Because it’s cold outside.” she said in a ‘duh’ tone.

“We’re not even going to be outside for five minutes.”

“And? I don’t want to get cold.”

Jack made a face at her and held the front door open for her. When he stepped out, he felt the cold. He locked the door and hand in hand they made their way into the main house. They entered through the sliding door.

“Grab a plate and help yourselves to whatever.” Neelam told them, waving to the trays of food.

Miriam went to set her coat in the chair she was going to sit in and went to serve herself food. She piled on some salad and baked ziti on her plate. She grabbed a water bottle and sat next to Jack.

“Where’s Urban?” Miriam asked Jack in a hushed tone when she realized she hadn’t seen Urban since last night.

“Him and Ree went sightseeing.” he said, twirling his fork around his spaghetti.

“Aw, cute.” she said

The rest of dinner Miriam kept to herself since Jack’s team was mostly going over his schedule for the next month. He was going to Turks and Caicos at the beginning of the month then had a few days off so he and Urban could spend their birthdays in Louisville. After that he had a few appearances in Vegas before heading out to South America for some musical festivals he was performing at. When he came back to the States he had to go back to Vegas because he had rehearsal for the Grammys.

Miriam was supposed to join Jack for his South America shows because her dad was going to Ronaldinho’s birthday party but In the Heights was nominated at the Oscars, meaning she and the rest of the cast were performing the opening number at the awards show. Not to mention they were also performing 96,000 at the Grammys.

She rested her head on Jack’s shoulder and scrolled through people’s instagram stories. She got bored after tapping through a sponsored skincare post, and she decided to post a selfie to her instagram story. She was recording herself fluffing up her hair as Jack offered her a meatball. She giggled as she bit it off his fork and ate it. She posted it since he only showed Jack’s pale hand and she muted the video.

‘Did you see this?’ Mede texted her. Seconds later a screen recording of Kaleob’s liked tweets appeared on her screen. He had liked several of those corny tweets made by stans, reminiscing about their relationship.

“Excuse me.” she said, getting up from her seat as she dialed Kaleob. She slammed the sliding door and yelled, “are you fucking stupid?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

She was walking around in the snow, yelling into her phone. As if she felt the group watching her, she walked back to the guest house.

“I wonder what happened?” Drama asked.

Nobody has ever seen her that mad. Even Jack, he didn’t count the time she went off on him after the whole mess with Katalina. His phone buzzed, it was a text from Miriam’s friend, Mede, asking if Miriam is okay because she sent her a screen recording of some shit her ex liked on Twitter and Miriam never responded. Of course Jack had no idea what she was talking about because he had the app deleted off his phone. He had Chris tweet for him, making up some excuse about feeling a little drained from social media. It wasn’t until the drive back from rehearsal that Urban showed that Miriam went off on TMZ and the other gossip accounts for making articles about her and her ex.

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Jack said, excusing himself. He grabbed her jacket from her chair and left.

He quietly entered the house and saw her pacing around the living room. One of her hands was balled up in a fist as she listened to whoever she was talking to. Jack draped Miriam’s jacket on the back on the couch and leaned against it.

“I’m stressing you out? Last night you were fucking saying all this shit about how you’re happy that–no! You know what, go fuck yourself Kaleob!” she yelled then tossed her phone on the couch.

She took a deep breath then smiled, fighting back her tears. She took another deep breath, but let it out in a shaky breath before crying. “Fuck!” she yelled, throwing a decorative pillow onto the ground, scaring Daisy.

Jack went to the kitchenette and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. He uncapped it and wordlessly handed it to her.

“I fucking hate crying when I get pissed. It’s so fucking embarassing.” she mumbled, wiping her cheeks with her shirt sleeves.

“What happened?” he asked, sitting next to her.

“Kaleob is an idiot.” She laid her head on his lap. She sighed and reached for his hand, placing it on her stomach for comfort. “I’m glad we broke up.”

“Can I ask why you broke up?”

“He wanted to propose at my birthday dinner.”

“Oh shit.”

“I know.” she laughed. “Like this dude really took me out for brunch on my birthday and told me he was planning on proposing that evening. I had just graduated college. Those few months before we met, I was literally at home watching New Girl and Gilmore Girls. I had no plans for my future. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life–I didn't even know what I wanted to order for brunch– and he was telling me how marriage was the next step for us. And that’s when it clicked. I didn’t see him in my future. Like when I was figuring out my shit, I never stopped to think about where Kaleob fit in them. So I broke up with him and I went to Coronado with Mede and Claudia for the weekend.”

“Can I be honest?” Jack asked.

“Of course.” she nodded, sitting up.

“Last night I saw some posts and videos of you two and I felt like shit." He said in a low voice. His Kentucky accent was more pronounced when he talked in a lower voice. “Seeing you laugh at what he was saying, stirred something in me. Making you laugh is my thing, you know. I felt like what I was doing for you wasn’t enough. It reminded me of this girl I dated right after I moved to Atlanta, but she stayed back home. I knew she still talked to her ex because he was best friends with her brother, but she always brushed it off saying they were just friends. I believed her until I caught them fucking in her car.”

“Jack,” Miriam

He groaned and “I know, it’s stupid–”

“It’s not stupid, Jack.” she said, validating his feelings. “You’re ex cheated on you. You have every right to feel a little jealous and insecure. I’m sorry my actions caused that. To me it was just me saying hi to someone I knew for over ten years, but to you it looked like I was letting him make a move, and I apologize. You don’t have to worry about me ever interacting with Kaleob. And I promise you, I’ll never pull that shit on you.”

“I know, I trust you.” he said, wrapping his arms around her.

“So, who’s the girl? I think I can borrow Danny’s dog. Panchito has that guard dog training and he can bite her or something. We can claim it was self–”

“Miriam,”

“Or I can just kick her ass.”

“I love you so much,” Jack said, flipping them so that Miriam was under him.

He leaned down and kissed her. One of his hands made its way down her body until it reached the waistband of her sweats. He slipped his hand in, but before he could touch her, Miriam pried his hand out of her sweats.

“As much as I wanna fuck in this very comfy couch, I’m still hungry. I didn’t finish my plate.” she said,

“Let me eat you out then I’ll get you food.”

“Jack!”

“You’re really making me go out in the cold to get you food.”

“Yes.”

“Bro, how are you not ready?” Jack asked, walking into their room with Miriam still in her robe. “You said you weren’t seeing me perform so you had enough time to get ready.”

“I spent an hour drying my hair, don’t give me shit.” she said, sitting in front of the vanity to fix her makeup.

She ended up changing into the same Nahmias’ denim set Jack wore, but she had Soni fix her pants so they were more like flared pants. Instead of the white hoodie that Jack had under the jacket, she wore a white Jacquemus bandeau top with adjustable halter neck straps and a layered cutout in the front because Miriam loves a good underboob moment. She finished the look with a pair of white platform Aquazzura pumps and a whimsical Judith Leiber basketball bag.

“You copied me.” Jack said when she went to the living room where he was waiting for her.

“It’s gonna take me an hour to make another outfit.” she said, adjusting the bandeau.

“Let’s go. We’re already late, we were supposed to meet Drama and Druski a while ago.”

Beto and his bodyguard were waiting for them outside. Jack held the door open for her and climbed in after she did.

On the drive to Rocket Mortgage FieldHouse they planned on acting surprised that they’re wearing the same outfit as each other. Less than an hour later they arrived at the arena. Miriam and Jack split up, so people wouldn't see them arrive together. She went to grab some food and drinks for her and Beto. Finally they made their way to their seats.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Miriam asked Jack, as if she didn’t see change. She did the same confused look Maddy did when she saw Cassie in the same set as her in the school hallways.

“Damn, Jack, did you get a foot shorter?” Druski asked Miriam.”

“You’re so funny.” she rolled her eyes at him.

She greeted Drama and took a seat next to Druski. They filmed a few videos where he would call her Jack to get a rise outta her, but she mostly tried not to laugh. Jack and Miriam took a few pictures together for the photographers there, and Jack posted one of them to his IG story, tagging her and captioning it ‘twin’. Miriam reposted then posted the Dua Lipa twin meme after.

Miriam sometimes forgot how strong Jack was and how he could just carry her like nothing. Like now, he had her legs wrapped around his waist and ws using one arm to hold her as he opened the door. Her heels were killing her. After the game they went out to dinner with Jordyn and Karl’s friends and family. Miriam took them off when they were driving back to the airbnb.

Jack set her down on the cold hard wood floor and put in the security code to lock the how from the inside.

“What?” he asked her when he saw her with a slight pout and her arms crossed.

“My feet are cold.” Miriam mumbled.

Jack pulled her arms apart and placed them on his shoulders. He slightly bent down and picked her up by the back of her thighs, pushing her against the wall. He leaned down and claimed her lips.

Miriam pulled away after a few minutes. “How are you this hard already?” she giggled, glancing down to the very prominent tent in his sweats.

“I’ve been hard since I saw you in your little shirt back at the game.” he murmured, sliding his hand in her bandeau top. He tugged on her nipples. “These were called my name, begging me to touch them, to mark them up.”

Miriam's dog huffed dramatically and plopped in front of them.

“Fucking bitch..” Miriam mumbled.

“I’ll take her out. I’ll meet you in the room in a bit.”

“Five minutes or i’m fucking myself.” she said, pulling away from him.

Miriam went to their bedroom and quickly pushed all her clothes that were on the bed onto its trunks. She’ll deal with her wrinkled clothes tomorrow. She quickly removed her pants and top and settled in the middle of the bed. She adjusted her panties so that they accentuated her ass. Jack entered the bedroom a few minutes later. He took off all of his clothes and walked up to bed. He ran his hand over his cock and smirked watching how Miriam’s eyes followed his hand stroke his length.

“See how easy it is to listen to me.” Jack said, hovering over her. He leaned down and kissed down her neck, his hand sliding up her breasts.

“It’s cute that you think you can tell–shit!” she moaned out.

Jack gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and returned to kissing down to her chest. He tweaked one of her nipples while he nipped and sucked her other breast. Satisfied with the lovebites on her chest, he kissed down her stomach to the band of her panties.

He sat back on his knees and pushed her legs open. Her arousal glistened through the lace of her panties. Miriam lifted her hips, so he could remove her panties. Jack slowly pulled them off and tossed them to the side then climbed back in bed. He licked his lips and placed her legs over his shoulders.

Shamelessly, he spit her clit and sucked it, making her moan. Then he wiggled his tongue at her entrance. He moaned out at her taste. He wasn’t kidding when he said that he would spend all his free time in between her legs. He took his time with her, devouring her. Minutes passed when he finally slid his middle and ring finger in her. She gasped at his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair pulling it for relief.

“Fuck!” She moaned out. He sped up his fingers then he slipped them out of her and rubbed her clit, bringing her to her climax.

“Jack!” She repeated his name over and over as she came. Jack licked her release and laid back next to her. Miriam rolled over and placed her leg over his waist.

“I love you.” She said softly. She stretched to peck his lips.

“I love you too, Miriam.” he mumbled against her lips.

Jack pushed her hips so she was directly on top of his crotch. They kissed for what seemed like hours. Teasing touches here and there, only to end up wrapped up in each other’s arms. Jack was hugging her back while Miriam placed her hands on his chest. She slowly moved her hips against him.

“I need you,” Miriam said against his lips.

“Good because I don't know how much longer I can hold it.” He groaned, holding her hips to buck his into hers.

Miriam nodded and kissed him a few more times. She reached between them and slowly stroked Jack. Then she lifted her hips, lining herself over his cock. She slowly slid all the way down his length. She moaned out at how good Jack felt inside her. She rocked her hips against him, getting used to him. She slowly bounced herself up and down while continuing to rock her hips against his. He sat up and brought her closer to him.

“You feel so good, Miriam.“ Jack praised after a few minutes. "Fuck, you ride me so good.”

Miriam’s arms tightened around his neck. Jack bucked his hips upwards to meet her thrusts and she let out a soft moan.

“Feel so good, Jack. Only you can make me–Jack!” she whimpered. She felt his fingers in between her thighs, rubbing her clit.

Her orgasm came out of nowhere. She clung to Jack as she continued to ride him. He still kept thrusting into her through her orgasm. But he slowed down, letting her come back from orgasm only to take her once more. With three shallow thrusts, he pushed himself deep inside Miriam, spilling every last drop in her.

Jack slowly pulled out of Miriam and laid next to her.

“I gotta pee.” she said.

She pushed herself up from the bed and limped over to the bathroom. Jack got up and cleaned himself up with his undershirt. He changed into a pair of sweats and another white tank top. He grabbed the set of silk pajamas Miriam slept in and set them on the bed for her. She came out to get her pjs then went back to the bathroom.

Knowing she takes half an hour to do her nighttime skincare, Jack decided to get in to brush his teeth. When he went in, Miriam was packing all her little bottles in her skincare bag. He quickly did his thing then went to bed.

Miriam was in bed typing on her phone when he got out. He climbed in bed, and turned off his light.

“I’m so tired.” she said, cuddling to Jack’s side.

“Me too.” he stifled a yawn.

They both ended up falling asleep.

Ten minutes after Miriam dozed off, Jack woke up. Song inspiration had hit him.

He carefully pulled his dead arm from under Miriam’s pillow and got out of bed. He grabbed his laptop and journal, making his way to the kitchenette. He set up his laptop to the music programming and pulled up the music he had made for a sing. He opened his note to a fresh new page and at the top he wrote 'Lil Secret (rewrite)'. His was across from him and its screen lit up, alerting him that it was on low battery. He grabbed it and took it to the outlet where he left his charger plugged in. When he unlocked his phone, it refreshed Instagram, the app he was on before he locked his phone. It loaded to a new post from Miriam:

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@'mdm: my person 🥰🥰🥰

@'jennaortega: my parents 🥺

@'medegutierrez: come home my kid misses you

@'giahunter: that should be ME

@'saintclauds: not my side piece in a happy relationship 😭💔😧 let me message Cal

-> @'calumhood: weren't you just facetiming me that you missed me and needed me to put a baby in you

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taglist- @cherryxcreme @heavyhitterheaux @carma-fanficaddict @youngharleezyxo @deannaard @meyocoko @babyharleezy @whywontyoulovemecami @harlowcomehome

#jack harlow smut #jack harlow angst #jack and miriam

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boxwinebaddie · 2 months

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no one asked but post!rm when stan finally gets cleared for *cough* AcCidenTiaL (wO)mAnsLaugTher ( i actually don't think they charge stan at all just because of the situation and other things that come to light later ) but anyways!!! emphasis on Laughter, which, the only way that stan can cope w/ his sisters death is by laughing smh so on sweet shell bell's death day instead of being somber, they decided to have a concert....but not just any cd concert...oh no, my friends...

a y2k-2009 pop hits tribute dead(icated) to darling shelley ;) <3

which is know is so fkn ICONIQUE!! like dropping toxic by britney spears ( shelley worshipped britney, she was like Ugh, Vintage! help ) and stan in the little emo-boy rendition of the flight attendant outfit...i know that kyle got rizzed Hard. good girls go bad??? oh my god help?? gives you hell?? i gotta feeling omg!! kiss me thru the phone!!

amazing...that whole concert...i was gonna say that the Actual hardcore ppl there who wanted to listen to punk rock music were so salty, but, respectfully, they weren't there!!! that crowd was FILLED with slay olay girlies getting down and as they should!!!! literally those drunk girls in the bathroom crying to 'so sick' by ne-yo...yeah, yeah.

this one is for YOU, queen!!!!! GET LOOOOOW!!!

but speaking of immortal queens that live forever in our hearts.

i bet you ravenstan was like "alright dawn spawn, so i know i usually let you pick the song...but it only feels right that i end the show with miche's favorite song...a classic we all know and... *cringes*

...l...ove..."

"Hit It, Margorina."

and marj, who as a cottage core girlie Jumped at the opportunity to rock a twee outfit, strummed that chord and it was already chaos...

but when ravenstan did the Justin Bieber Hair Flip ( he went blonde one more time for this momentous occasion ) and dropped the 1st

"ohoooOooooOoh~" IT WAS OOOOOOOVER!!!!

BC THE CD COVER OF BABY BY JUSTIN BIEBER WENT FKNNN INSAAANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i just Know raven was flying across the stage in the signature shelley obnoxiously glossy way too sparkly blue eye shadow, the butterfly clips she always used to wear, out here in an ed hardy teeshirt and traded the tiny godless vegan lead singer harlot parts for bedazzled jeans and was booooodying justin bieber, like, shelley offkey belted that song half crying every day...Unreal, oh my god. i wish she was alive :( for one direction because that would have been a Moment!

the whole crowd screamin "BABY, BABY, BABY OOOHH!!! LIKE BABY BABY BABY NOOOO!!!" kyle was dyin but bebe was gettin her LIFE!

and kenny going LUDA! in the deep ass voice and rapping HEEEEELP

...it was

a truly legendary night.

Rip Shelley. </3

-uncle nina, being deranged at the midnight hours -- what's new?

#i'm sorry this was so funny to me #whenever cd does the mcr iconique outfit moments to fit the themes of their cover concerts? they are so real for that #still thinking about their latest halloween costume being greta gerwig barbie and raven as ken kenny as barbie #jimmy as alan and marj as weird barbie #SO HARD #but this was too real for me #i'm sorry i had to share i needed you to know that cd has so much range when theyre free from e they act Crazy its so good #ravenstan was humiliated but anything for shell

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voodonxt · 1 year

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I N T R O D U C I N G

[ Luka Sabbat, cis male, he/him. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ Jean-Baptiste Facilier] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ 26 ] year old child of [ Dr. Facilier ] from [ Princess and the Frog ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ helpful ] but [ mischievous ] and have [ 2 ] sibling(s). i could almost swear i heard [ I Put A Spell On You by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins ] playing when they appeared. [ Echo (21m), EST, he/him/they/them. ]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ B A S I C S ✧:･ﾟ full name: Jean-Baptiste Facilier ✧:･ﾟ nicknames: ✧: J or JB･ﾟ sexuality: bisexual ✧:･ﾟ occupation: shaman and holistic healer ✧*:･ﾟ star signs: : Scorpio

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ A P P E A R A N C E ✧:･ﾟ height: 6'3" ✧:･ﾟ eyes: Hazel (Brown with little flecks of green) ✧:･ﾟ hair: Black ✧:･ﾟ tattoos: A tiki style mask on his right shoulder that looks suspiciously like his father, a hand holding fanned out tarot cards with skulls on the back positioned on his left forearm, and scattered tattoos of needles that make him look like a voodoo doll ✧:･ﾟ other distinguishing features: he has the same type of mustache as his father, but a distinguishing soul patch ✧:･ﾟ style: he is drawn to the eccentric styles like his father, but enjoys less fanciful outfits such as leather. He loves jewelry and wears multiple rings on each hand at any given moment, he has necklaces (usually wears 3 or so).

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ P E R S O N A L I T Y ✧:･ﾟ traits: helpful, mischievous, flamboyant (much like his father), and passionate ✧:･ﾟ aesthetics: shaman stuff, accupuncture needles, tiki masks, voodoo dolls ✧:･ﾟ secret talent: He is actually quite a great singer and guitar player:･ﾟ dislikes: being called "witch doctor" due to his dad's transgressions, prefers the term shaman or holistic healer ✧:･ﾟ fears: being associated with his father's misdeeds and rats ✧:･ﾟ hobbies: dancing, singing, guitar, and reading ✧*:･ﾟ quirks: pulls his ear when he is nervous (some may think its a holistic medicine thing, but hes just uncomfortable), he loves an outlandish story even if he knows it isn't true.

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ F A M I L Y ✧:･ﾟ mother: Babette Delacroix ✧:･ﾟ father: Dr. Facilier ✧:･ﾟ siblings: Calliope (Half-Sister), open sibling ✧:･ﾟ pets: Eastern Hognose Snake (named Boudreaux) ✧*:･ﾟ notable close relatives: Dr. Facilier, Calliope, open sibling, his maternal aunt Dorothy Delacroix (surrogate mother)

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ B I O G R A P H Y

bio warning: mental illness, death

Jean-Baptiste Facilier doesn't know a lot about his mother other than she was the one who named him, and that shortly after his birth, she was admitted to an asylum. According to his aunt Dorothy, she always babbled about how a Shadow Man was coming to take her baby away. Shortly after she was admitted, she died of unknown reasons in the hospital. So he never really got the chance to know her for himself. Though aside from all of that, he had a normal childhood. His aunt Dorothy gave him an education from home and taught him many things, ranging from sewing and arithmatic to dance and reading. He never really had questions about his father until he entered his teen years. His aunt had never met the man, and the only clue he had to go on was his given last name. It had to belong to his father right.

When JB was seventeen, he finally went out to seek his father, which he did. He didn't quite like the man his father was, but he wasn't surprised to see how dastardly the doctor was given the fact that he was absent through his life. Regardless he worked to build a relationship with his father and his half-sister, Calliope. As it turns out, Calliope was pulling a con of her own against their father. Though Jean-Baptiste could see right through it, he wasn't about to blow the whistle on her. The doctor along with Calliope gladly taught him about the other side, before he disappeared once again into the night. All that remained were whispers in the streets of a shadow man. J wondered if maybe that was who his mother rambled about. Maybe she wasn't crazy after all. Maybe his father let JB find him.

It didn't take long for Jean-Baptiste to realize that he wanted to use his newfound skills to help people rather than trick and deceive. He received an education in medicine and used his skills along with the knowledge he gained to become a holistic healer. He decided to return to his father's old shop after his education only to find that his half-sister was now running it. He decided to take her up on an offer to work there with her. Using his skills to heal peoples' minds, bodies, and spirits.

#scatteredintro #Jean Baptiste Facilier

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ziltoidcoffee · 2 years

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TERRYS OUTFIT IN THE TRAILER LORDDDDD 😩 (the silverusso people are being FED today by the many ideas the trailers thrown at us)

i fucking SCREAMINED irl in my god damn apartment. Thank God I am working from home. LMFAO.

I. can't. fucking. wait. He is SERVING us. Whoooo. [sweats]

mafia AU? priest AU? so many options...how can he look so hot with so little skin?!

ugh I wanna join his god damn dojo. i would be kicked out pretty quick for just staring and doing nothing. I'll become Margaret 2.0 but like the shittiest assistant ever.

#i am still unwell from this #ppl think my real name irl is margaret since it is similar #nope it aint #but id let terry call me that #i redo his entire wardrobe #sorry its all slutty sir #lol okay ill stop fantasizing #terry silver #cobra kai #ck spoilers

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wrathofrats · 2 years

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For those who have an individualist complex when it comes to music (me too) I’ve got you.

Here’s some bands with under 500,000 Spotify listeners and some songs with under 1 mil plays

Link to my playlist for the songs!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7xYWUcpNkjtGVy673GtSQy?si=xxkXUkGFRL28wRQzZ8Gq1Q

Bands:

• Benches

Genre: Indie Garage Rock

Similar artists: Carpool Tunnel, Glow!, Makeout Reef

My favorite songs: Monodrama, Angry Lizard Noise, La Friends

• The Hubbards

Genre: English Indie Rock, Hull Indie

Similar artists: Alright Alright, Only Sun, Dancing On Tables

My fav songs: Seven or Eleven, Your Love, Cold Cuts

• Valiant Vermin

Genre: indie pop

Similar Artists: Camino 84, HOLYCHILD, Michael Medrano

My fav songs: Sunday Best, Warm Coke

• The Beaches

Genre: Canadian Indie

Similar Artists: Modern Space, The Glorious Sons, USS

My fav songs, Desdemona, Keeper

• Deal Casino

Genre: asbury park indie, dance rock

Similar artists: Mickey James, King Shelter, Friday Pilots Club

My fav songs: Best Year, Happy People

——Songs with under 1 mil listens:——

•Seven Or Eleven - The Hubbards

- a song about over consumption and dying to be on trend with everyone else. A current fav of mine

- fav line : “ And nothing says success like an excessive waste

I’m sure I’ll find another suit to suit my taste”

•Pantherland - Ghost Soul Trio

- I actually can’t stress how fun I find this song to be, it’s got a funky bass, a whiny male part, and falsetto. What more can you ask for. If you ask my opinion this song is about cheating, and feeling bad but also being annoyed by your SO. It’s about a bad relationship but bass line go hard so

- fav line: “How to say when with my vision getting dim

And my patience wearing thin with this

I lock myself in, you'll be asking where I've been

I'll make something up again like I always do”

• ( this song doesn’t have under 1 mil listens anymore but it’s under 2 mil and it’s my favorite song of all time) Monodrama - benches

- this song makes me want to run into traffic, for fun. I want the flowyest dress you’ve ever seen and I want to run along side traffic and in traffic just to test my luck. Am I making any sense at all let me know. This song makes me feel like a god and also the most dramatic person ever. It brings me up and then tears me down again. It tells me I can’t be defeated and then defeats me. Have I told you I love this song yet.

- my fav line although there’s multiple and it’s not like the lyrics it’s just the absolute desperate yelling of “I’m dramatic so dramatic” over and over again. It makes me want to scream with him.

• scare me - Ludo

- scare me by ludo is camp. It’s a Halloween song that takes absolutely nothing seriously. There’s an actual chase scene in the middle of it. It’s so cinematic and fun and it makes me want to be a child trick or treating again

- fav line “See the ouija moon beamin' through blackened canopies

Screamin' bats in between 'em

Demon season, twitchin' mischievous

It's gettin' witchy”

• Sunday Best - Valiant Vermin ft Ricky Montgomery

- Sunday best is a very happy song until you look at the lyrics. It’s like a sunny day where you put on a fun little outfit to go mess around with your friends in a park. But then the lyrics are about biblical horrors and saving those who need help. (It’s not a religious song but you get what I mean) the lyrics here are just so interesting to me and I’m a sucker for a happy song that’s actually depressing

- fav lyrics “Silence is where are the creatures go

Creatures the things we will never know

Drowning in the bath of eternal sin

Draping the flesh over my pure eyes

Top of my head and down to my thighs

Grazing the surface of my own skin”

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That’s all for now my friends, let me know if you like any of these artists or songs!!

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ladyswillmart · 2 years

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Yes I got the gauntlets I wanted and I LOVE the outfit!! Now Arlen is ready to get his ass handed to him in style.

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“...and then I very heroically lied on the ground just like this and pretended to be dead until reinforcements arrived. I say, they took their sweet time, they did.”

“Aye. They never came.”

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“So how did you get old Godrick, then?”

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