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goldenlikedayl1ght · 6 months

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blank space - m. murdock

a/n: uhm... this one is dedicated to my friend arin who doesn't like daredevil but is encouraging me to be more unhinged. i hope you guys enjoy because i had a blast writing this. possible part two in the works, please like and reblog with comments and feedback <3 warnings: i cannot emphasize this enough-- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT there is so little comfort to all of this hurt. matt is abusive and mean and reader is tortured and quiet and readers dad is an addict and a gambler and also stabbing, cursing, talking about fucking, sub/dom dynamics, nicknames, fem reader, lmk if i missed any! word count: 3.5k summary: Your dad makes your life horrible. Matt can make it worse. paring: dark!matt murdock x reader now playing: blank space (taylor's version) - taylor swift "so it's gonna be forever/or it's gonna go down in flames?/you can tell me when it's over/if the high was worth the pain"

You never meant to get involved with him.

Really, it wasn’t anything you did.

As usual, it came back around to your father, who had a bad gambling problem, as well as a substance issue, and would often be tempted to gamble big prizes for things like coke or heroin. He would bet money, college funds, heirlooms, your house.

But of course, he couldn’t pay these debts.

Your mom had been gone for quite some time, and you suspect this is where your fathers’ addictions stem from. But you’re trying to just make your way through your adult life. You had gone to a local college, unable to afford much else. Now, you worked in a dingy little office where they constantly abused your work ethic.

Between your grief, his constant betting on your lively hood, and your asshole boss, you felt your bones grow tired. Not the sort of tired that could be fixed by a good night’s sleep. The sort of tired that could be fixed by a new life, not that you had the means for that.

You think your mother would haunt you for the rest of your days if you abandoned your dad.

Friday night came, and you were ready to go home to the small apartment you shared with your father, and drink some wine, and get a nice sleep.

You had been told by your boss that you needed to stay late to translate paper files to the digital system. No, you would not be getting paid overtime.

It was dark by the time you finally left, your feet aching in your heels as you made your way through Hell’s Kitchen, wanting to get home so as not to start crying on the streets of New York.

You don’t make it home.

As you turn the corner by your block, you notice a van creeping up on you. How long had it been following you? If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would know.

But the van pulled up next to you, and you did the only thing you could in this situation. You started to run.

Only, you made it about ten feet before you twisted your ankle with these stupid fucking heels. As you fall, you let out a cry of pain, and before you can think, two men are outside the van. They grab you by the arms and pull you into the van, the whole time you struggle.

Someone puts a black hood over your head and wraps duct tape around your hands. Your ankle is fucking aching.

You aren’t sure how long you drive for, but someone is then pulling you out of the van and drags you along. They give you an opportunity to walk but your ankle hurts to the point where you can’t walk.

They drag you again, and your foot is dragging, and holy shit, you can’t believe that your biggest concern while being kidnapped is how much your ankle hurts.

Eventually, hood on your head still, you are sat in a chair. Your hands are untied, and you want to jump up and fight, but you know your ankle won’t help you here.

They quickly tie your hands back to the chair, with rope this time. Whoever ‘they’ are.

You’re starting to have trouble breathing, because you’re realizing what sort of situation, you’re in right now.

You’ve been kidnapped for something; you have to assume in some way that it’s to get back at your father.

The hood is pulled off your head, and your eyes take a moment to adjust.

The room you’re in is dark, dingy. You know there’s two people behind you, big enough to carry you. You can hear water outside the room, assuming you’re in an abandoned office by the docks. Then, there’s three people in front of you.

One is a man, with long blond hair. He wears a nice suit and is just standing in front of the door. Another is a woman, with even longer blond hair and she also dons rather luxurious apparel. Your dirty work clothes make you look meager next to her.

The last is a man with dark hair. He wears a simple, rather expensive suit, and red glasses.

If you weren’t on the verge of a meltdown, you’d probably realize how hot he is.

Oh, he also holds a knife.

The blond man talks first.

“So. Do you want to start, or should we?”

“What?” Your ankle throbs.

“I guess we should, then.” He hums. “Do you have five grand worth of heroin on you, dear?”

You could throw up.

“I—”

“No, of course you don’t. You and your boyfriend probably used it all.”

What is he talking about? Now, on top of being in pain and panicked, you’re confused.

“The man you live with?” The woman finally speaks. “I assume you two used all the heroin he stole.”

You realize she means your father. You realize that your father stole five grand worth of heroin. What else did he steal?

“What else does he owe?”

“No, darling,” she scoffs, “We ask, you answer.”

“I don’t do heroin.”

“So, how do you know he owes us more?”

“Took a wild fucking guess.” You spit. “Figured you wouldn’t kidnap someone over five grand, figure money is no object.”

The man with the knife steps out of the shadows. Your heartbeat races, and he chuckles. He crouches in front of you.

“You’re a spitfire. I like that. In fact, I love that in a woman, don’t I, Foggy?” He turns his head back slightly.

Foggy answers.

“That you do, man.”

His head turns back to you. But you get the impression by his glasses that he can’t see. So how is he looking right at you?

“If you give us some sort of sass like that again, I’ll stab you and make sure you feel every second of pain.” You whimper, and he laughs again. “Not so cocky anymore, are we, sweetheart?” He stands and goes behind you, his arms landing on the outside of your own, caging you in. He leans down and whispers in your hear, “Is this.. turning you on, sweetheart?”

You don’t answer.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

“Liar.” He whispers back, the knife gracing over your ear. He cuts your ear just enough to make it bleed, and tears slip down your face. He makes his way back to the front of you and crouches again. “I’ll ask you again. How do you know he owes me more?”

“I figured he would, when gamblers start, they don’t stop.”

“Not only did you lie to me again, you also just gave yourself away. Lie to me again and I hurt you worse.”

Your foot that isn’t hurt goes up and kicks him in the face. At least it tries, because his reaction is too quick, and he grabs your ankle.

“Bad, bad girl.” He tuts. He lets go of your leg and picks up your other leg, the one with the bruising, swollen ankle. You start to shake. His hand squeezes the wound and when you yell in pain, he just coos at you. “Aw, does that hurt, sweetheart?”

You’re busy crying.

“Answer me!” He demands. It shakes you to your core. You realize you do not know who you’re dealing with, and you’re even angrier at your father for jeopardizing you like this.

“Yes!” You sob, and this seems to satisfy him. He takes the knife in his other hand and slowly cuts open your stocking, loving the way you’re shaking with fear.

“Keep moving and you’ll cut yourself.”

You try to calm yourself down, on the verge of a panic attack. The knife grazes your leg, and he starts to focus in on your thigh, twisting the knife around your skin.

“How do you know him?” he asks. And you aren’t sure why you try it. You don’t know how he knows when you lie.

“I’ll find a way to pay you back, just let me go, I promise, I’ll tell you where he is, just—”

Then you feel it.

The knife pierces your thigh and is lodged into your leg. You scream in pain, gripping the arms of the chair. Fuck, it hurts. Your vision blurs, and you’re unsure whether it’s from pain or from your tears.

He stands up in front of you, ignoring the stares from Karen and Foggy. He knows he might have gone a step too far for someone he’s pretty sure is innocent in all this. But he can’t help himself. He likes hearing you wither in pain, and he likes being the person administering the pain. He has all these things he’s in control of, but at this moment, no one else is in the room. It’s you and him, in a rather intimate moment.

He pats your chin, “C’mon, focus, right here, sweetheart. Tell me the truth and I make the pain go away.” He tells you, breaking through the wall of pain and fear that blocks your ability to think.

“He’s my father!” You finally cry out. It comes out as if you’re yelling in church, screaming to God a confession you can’t bear anymore. The only thing missing is your position on your knees, but being below this man like this is as close to an altar as you can see yourself being. “I know he has a gambling problem, and I know he has a drug problem but that’s it! I don’t know anything else, I just lost the parent roulette, okay?!” Your words come gasped out, in between sobs and when you’re not too distracted with your pain.

He seems to be satisfied with this. He gets back down, closer to the ground. Now he’s the one at the altar, but the devil has no place in a church, only between your thighs. He tilts his head and kisses the inside of your thigh.

“See? Good girls get rewards.” Bad girls get stabbed. He stands up, and with him, he pulls at the knife. Blood gushes as you cry out in pain again, sure he'll leave you to bleed out, to be fed on by rats.

He drops the knife at your feet and adjusts his tie.

“What should we do with her, boss?”

“Go get her father.” He says, “But don’t let her go just yet. I’d like to keep her a while.” You think you’ll be sick. “Knock her out though, we don’t want her knowing where she is.” That’s the last thing before the butt of a gun meets your head.

It’s a nice relief from the pain.

• • •

You wake up on a bed with silk sheets. It’s almost nice enough for you to forget about the whole situation. Maybe your whole life has been a dream, and really, you’re a rich housewife for a man who loves you deeply and your mom is still alive.

But then you sit up, and your stockings are ripped, and your heels are gone.

A brace wraps around your hurt ankle. A bandage wraps around your thigh. The pain isn’t there anymore, you’re not sure what drugs have been given to you.

The room is rather barren, you realize, with little to no works of art or even photos, and it’s rather dark. It’s also freezing cold, a central air system whirling around you. You wonder, if you’re a prisoner, then why put you in a room like this?

What is happening?

The door opens and immediately you went to defend yourself, though there were no weapons around you.

The man from the night before steps into the room, and he looks... casual. He wears dark jeans and a tee shirt, his glasses discarded. Bandages wrapped around his knuckles.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” You don’t respond, just stare at him. “I’m Matt.”

You stay quiet.

“You’re not being tortured anymore, honey. If you want, you can lie and be mean now, I don’t bite. Not anymore. Not unless you want me to.”

“I’m Matt.” You repeat, unable to believe it. “You stab me in the leg and kidnap me, and you go as casual as ‘I’m Matt’?” He grins.

“I told you; I love a woman with some fire.” You wonder how many times he’s used that line on people. “Telling them they’re beautiful just doesn’t hit the same way when you’re blind.” He says, going over to a door, and when he opens it, you realize it’s a closet.

“I want nothing to do with you.”

“No?” He turns to you, and smiles. He says your name. How does he know it? “You went to college for Marketing, cute. No siblings. Your mom died a few years ago, after a long battle with cancer. I’m sorry.” This sounds sincere. “You were engaged once, but he cheated on you and is now married to the other woman.” And he goes back to stinging. “Your father, I know all about him. David is an addict and a gambler. Now, addict, I could deal with. Addiction runs deep but it can be managed. It’s the gambling that frustrates me, and Sweetheart, If I’m frustrated, you must be riled up. He gambles everything, I should know. He gambles it to Foggy, who shares it with me.” He hums. He picks clothes out of the closet and heads back to you, “The pants are your size, but the shirt is mine.” He tells you, laying the clothes out in front of you. “Don’t worry about me watching, or anything.” It’s almost enough to make you smile.

You get changed, the challenge of slipping into the slightly lose jeans the hardest part. The bandage fits right in there, but even whatever pain meds have been given to you, aren’t enough.

“So, your father,” You groan, your face in your hands. You get it, your father is awful, and he hates him, but you know that your father is awful, and you know that you hate him. Why must he keep involving you? “I know, sweetheart, you’re in pain, and you hate him, but just stay with me on this.” he says, a cooing tone to his voice. You don’t know why, but you’re compelled to listen to him. “Your father forces you to live in this small apartment, because you’re the only one who works, and he always manages to find your money to gamble away. But it’s not just the money, it’s your electronics, your nice shoes, any pills you have in the house. And really, by doing all this, he is gambling you. Because not only is he risking not being able to pay his debts and someone taking you, but you’re tired. Aching for absolution that will never come. But the worst part is that even though all this stems from his grief around your mom, he gambled her wedding and engagement rings, the one you were always told you’d be proposed with.”

Tears well your eyes.

“Please, stop.”

He sits next to you on the bed, and you don’t have the energy to move away from him. In fact, you lean against him ever so slightly. He must know it too, you figure, since he can tell when you’re lying and when your heartbeat races. He’s warmer than you imagined. He’s a beacon of warmth in this cold, dim room.

He takes something out of his pocket, and then drops it into your hands. It’s a necklace, just a simple chain. Three things hang on it. A silver charm with an ‘M’ on it, and two rings. Your mom’s engagement ring, and her wedding band. You thought you’d never see it again, not after you came home and went to your jewelry box only to find out from your dad that he had lost it in a poker match a few weeks before.

You clutch the necklace in your hands.

“M for Matt?”

“Or Murdock, whatever you’d like.”

“You’re in charge, right? Just how in charge are you?”

“I run everything. There isn’t a corner of this city that I don’t have men in.” So, he’s the kingpin. The boss. Matt Murdock, a man feared by all, gentle to only you. Only for this moment.

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?”

“Bun, I was never going to let you go. But I don’t think you want to leave, either.”

You stay quiet. You can’t run. He made sure of that. Was he always going to stab you? Had he decided that from the moment he heard you whimper or was it your reaction to his pet names that did you in?

His fingers come up to graze your ear gently, but you flinch, since it’s where he had cut you.

“Bunnies are always so sensitive to the ears. Fragile. It’s not like you can hop away. Besides, you need time to heal, and I could take away all the pain. No more mean fathers, no more mean bosses, and no more mean thoughts.” He says gently. “I could put you back together.”

His voice is soft, as if his intentions are as well, but you’re sure he’ll destroy you. He will not put you back together, only break you down, collecting tiny pieces of you for his collection.

You consider it. You would never have to work again. You would never have to do anything again. You would never have to see your father again.

You turn your head, and nod.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll stay.” It wasn’t as if you had a choice in the matter. But nonetheless, He grins, and takes the necklace from you, only to wrap it around your neck, and clasp it on.

Despite the rings being something you had longed for, the ‘M’ alone weighs on you like a boulder.

He tilts your head gently, his fingers brushing against your chin, and you look away, ashamed of what you have done. He grabs your chin and keeps you looking at him. He leans forward and for a moment you just stay, feeling his hot breath against your lips. Tears escape from your eyes and run down your cheeks. He tuts softly and kisses your cheeks where the tears lie.

“Sh, Sh.. It’s okay, sweetheart,” he comforts. His other hand trails down to your thigh, where two of his fingers find the stab wound, and push into it. You whimper in pain, grasping his wrist. He sighs deeply, “Pretty noises.” He hums. “I would never deny you anything, bun. But if you deny me what I ask, it won’t end well for you. Understand?”

You nod, but when you aren’t verbal, he pushes down harder, the bandage and his fingers soaking with blood.

“Tell me. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Matt.” You manage to whimper out. He takes his fingers away and kisses your cheek.

“Good. Good job, honey.” He says softly, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking your blood off them. “Sweet, sweet girl.”

He leans forward and kisses you, and it’s full of a gentleness you weren’t sure he was capable of. You kiss back, afraid of what he’ll do if you deny him again.

He winds up kissing you to sleep, not mad at you for falling tired as you kiss. You lay with him in these silk sheets, freezing cold as you cuddle into him. He relishes being wanted. You accept that this is love. He feels you shivering and pulls you closer.

His hands slip beneath your shirt, his fingers tickling the bottom of your torso. You whine when he does this, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He laughs, kissing your head.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll buy you blankets. Blankets, Diamonds, anything you want.” He tells you. You’re tired. You just want to nap. You want him to give you more of the drugs that dull the pain of your thigh, and you want to eat something homemade that you didn’t cook yourself.

You want to give in and remain thoughtless. Just be happy with him since no one is looking for you anyways.

But as you drift off to sleep, feeling his hands crawl along your skin, you begin to plan. You’ll let him think you’re in love with him. You’ll let him love you, fuck you, put you back together. You’ll be his bunny, his arm candy, his toy to dress up and do whatever the fuck he wants. You’ll let him think he owns you.

He’ll know that he does.

And you’ll become close to his friends too. You’ll dress in pretty dresses, and he’ll pretend he’s oblivious to how much everyone wants you.

And then, when your wounds heal, you’ll run.

You’ll flee the country, you’ll change your name, dye your hair.

But you don’t yet realize how relentless he is. How deeply enamored of you he is. By how determined he is to have you.

Escaping the devil will not be as easy as you think it might, not when he can hear your heartbeat, not when he can smell you, not when he wants you.

And it doesn’t help when he gives you the honor of killing your father.

That’s when you start to fall in love with him.

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hoodharlow · 9 months

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Was That So Hard

AN: jackman......

Requested? Not really but my bby @sativachilombo sent me an ask and I was 😗😗😗

Requested? Jack being corny as hell, mentions of smut but no actual depictions and Miriam getting drunk 🤭

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Miriam reached to her Fendi bag and pulled out her sunscreen. She squirted some on her legs and rubbed them before doing the same on her arms. She swapped the sunscreen body for the face balm sunscreen and rolled some on her face. She pulled out her pomegranate lip balm and dabbed some on her lips. She checked herself out once more and saw the hair claw holding onto dear life so she took it off, knowing that she should have pulled her into a bun. Hair claws never worked with her unruly curls.

She closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself to walk over to the sun. She was sitting with Maggie and the girls from Jack's friend group when he waved her over. She handed Diana her bag. As she walked to the field tied the cashmere sweater around her shoulders so she would look more out together. She was wearing a simple white top with denim shorts and some Prada loafers. She was more dressed for the country club rather than a kickball game.

"What took you so long?" Jack asked.

Miriam didn't answer him right away. She moved him so his back was facing the sun, blocking the sun for her. "What?"

"Run some passes with me." He said.

"I'm wearing loafers." She said, holding her leg out.

"I've seen you kick a ball in heels." He placed his hands on his hips.

"Fine," she sighed dramatically. "But we going to the shade."

Jack nodded. He followed behind her, taking in her ass in her shorts. He reached behind her and hugged her, lifting her up. He bent his neck and kissed her face.

"Jack!" She squealed, giggling.

He tossed her in the air so when he caught her she was facing him. Miriam giggled again and wrapped her arms around him, leaning down to kiss him. They were both aware that this was the most PDA they've ever done. Even more knowing Jack's fans were in the stands watching and recording his every move. They pulled away and Jack grabbed the nearest red ball.

He kicked the ball to Miriam. She caught it with the side of her foot and bounced on the top of her foot then kicked it up to her knee. She bounced the ball on her knee and did the same.

"You know you're supposed to kick it back, right?" Jack rolled his eyes.

"Ten," she kicked the ball back at him, but he didn't catch it.

Miriam giggled watching him jog for the ball.

Jack came back and tried to do the same tricks she did, but failed. So he stuck with the simple bounces. They passed the ball back and forth for a while before Jack had to go with his team.

Miriam went to sit back with the girls. She hugged Taylor Rooks. They only waved at each other in passing, not properly greeting each other because Taylor was interviewing. Miriam's mood was quickly soured when a woman from the opposite team walked up to Jack with her hands clasped behind her back. She bounced on the balls of her feet, giggling extra hard at whatever Jack was saying. She wanted to yell 'he's not as funny as you make hin out to be' but she knew better than to make a scene at a charity event.

"You need this." Taylor said, passing her her Phocus can.

Without thinking Miriam took a generous sip. She coughed once she realized she wasn't just drinking strawberry flavored static water.

"What is that?" Miriam asked the sports journalist.

"I have no idea, Di just added a bunch of stuff." She shrugged.

Miriam snorted and took another sip. This time she was able to drink it properly. It tasted like a strawberry margarita with sparkling water.

"Okay that's good." She giggled, passing Taylor back her drink.

Diana turned back to them holding four small Buzzballz bottles. "I also have regular tequila, sour apple flavor and piña colada flavor."

"Give me regular tequila." Miriam said.

She grabbed an orange Phocus can from the cooler and chugged half of it. Her right eye twitched slightly from the drink, but she poured some of the buzzballz into it. It didn't take long for Miriam to get tipsy. She finished that can and made herself three more of the same combination. She was a giggling mess.

"Another?" Diana asked her.

"I'm cutting myself off. If Jack sees me tipsy he won't let me suck his dick later." Miriam said bluntly.

"Yeah, let's stop before you talk about how big my son is." Jack's mom giggled.

"Okay but like, I just wanna thank you for that. He's made me–"

Diana covered Miriam's mouth. "Girl, shut up." She laughed.

They changed the topic and talked about the Barbie movie. Jack had rented out the theater where he held the White Men Can't Jump premiere and the whole group watched the movie then. They all cheered when Miriam's song came out. They haven't had time to dissect the movie until now. Miriam zoned out and rested her head on Diana's shoulder, dozing off.

Jack came by with a hot dog and cup of Dippin Dots for Miriam. She only had her iced coffee in her system and he had seen her make her little cocktails with Phocus. He crouched down at level and shook her shoulder. Diana, Taylor, the other girls and even Jack's mom gave him a warning look to not wake Miriam up, but he ignored them.

"Mhm," she opened one eye.

"Close your eyes." Jack said.

"I just had them closed." Miriam whined.

"I have a surprise for you." He said, holding the cup of Dippin Dots behind him.

"You can't just whip out your big dick, we're in public." She said.

"Miriam, just close them." He sighed.

"Okay, damn." She frowned.

She did as she was told. Jack reached for her hand and placed the cup in her hand. She opened her eyes and they teared up when she saw the cup of Dippin Dots.

"Where did you get this?" She said, taking a spoonful.

"At the concession stand." Jack pointed behind him. He also placed the hot dog with a few ketchup packets and a mayo packet. "Eat this too."

"I'm not a child." Miriam frowned.

"Bro, you only had an iced coffee before you started drinking. I'm not leaving until you finish."

Miriam unwrapped the hot dog and prepared it how she liked it. Personally she liked her hot dogs, Mexican style: bacon wrapped wienie, topped with pico de gallo, grilled onions and peppers, and lastly with mayo and ketchup on top. But she doubted that they had those in Kentucky. She ate in silence alternating between her Dippin Dots and hot dog with Jack standing over her.

"Was that so hard?" Jack asked when she finished eating.

Miriam rolled her eyes and went to toss her trash. She reached for her bag and cleaned her hands with a wet wipe. She grabbed the sunscreen and pulled Jack down to her level. She lathered him up in it then she took off his hat so she could get his face as well. His face didn't react well to the roll-on balm she used.

"Okay, now go beat the girls who laugh too hard at what you say." She said, touching up her lip balm.

"Didn't know you were playing." He said in a playful tone.

"You're not funny." Miriam deadpanned.

Jack leaned in, kissing her neck and said, "I can laugh the panties offa you."

"No you can't."

Miriam couldn’t stop laughing. Her laughter got to the point where she wasn't even making sounds. She was just folded over shaking.

"It wasn't that funny, Miriam." He rolled his eyes.

But it was. The one time he didn't wear a shirt under his jersey he got last name and jersey number etched on to his back thanks to the bright sun. Miriam had offered to get his back as well but he shrugged her off, saying he only needed to worry about the exposed skin. Little did he know his back was also exposed. Fortunately for him only his back was burnt, the rest of his body wasn't.

"Face down ass up." Miriam said, holding a tube of aloe vera gel that she got from the mini skincare fridge in their bathroom.

"Give a guy a warning if you wanna fuck their ass." He said, laying across the bed.

"Want me to fuck your ass?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

He shook his head, "I'm still recovering from last time."

"Jack, that was like five months ago." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved her off.

Miriam knelt beside him and squirted a generous amount of aloe vera gel on his back. She took off a hair tie off her wrist and did an upside-down french braid on Jack so she wouldn't get gel in his curls. She rubbed all over his back then she applied more pressure onto him. She worked her fingers into his shoulder blades, making him groan.

"You gotta lay like this for fifteen minutes then you can wash it off." Miriam said when she finished.

She walked back to the bathroom and as she passed the bed, she felt a hard smack on her ass. Miriam turned to Jack, who had the biggest smirk on his face, with her mouth open wide.

"You can't just walk around with your ass out like that and not expect to pay the boyfriend tax." Jack said, gesturing to her outfit.

Miriam wasn't wearing much. Just some white cheeky panties and a matching white cami top.

"You're annoying." She said, rolling her eyes before sprinting out of their bedroom.

She came back with fruit rollup.

"You're not sucking my dick that." Jack told her.

The first and only time he let Miriam try a tiktok trend was when she saw a tiktok about wrapping a fruit roll up around their partners dick and going to town with it. Jack was never the type to discourage head giving methods so he agreed when Miriam asked if they could try it. It was fun at first but eventually they both got annoyed because it took a long time. Miriam ended throwing the fruit rollup away and they both went to bed annoyed and horny.

"How presumptuous of you." She said, laying on her stomach, perpendicular to Jack.

"Mhm." He replied.

Miriam opened her iPad and loaded Halle Bailey's The Little Mermaid and continued her book from where she left off. Jack was reading his script, memorizing his lines. He scooted himself closer so he was laying on top of Miriam and using her ass as a pillow. He mindlessly toyed with a loose string on her panties. He couldn't concentrate on the script so he placed it on the nightstand next to their bed. He looked over to Miriam. She was humming along to For the First Time while she read her book and bit into her snack. It amazed Jack how she was able to multitask. Miriam claimed it was just her undiagnosed ADHD.

The ten minutes had passed and Jack hopped in the shower and rinsed off the aloe vera gel. He did his nighttime routine then got back in bed. Miriam was now laying on her back in the middle of the bed with her iPad propped on her nightstand while she read.

Jack plopped on top of her. "Give me attention." Which was his way of asking for sex because he was bored and horny.

"I can't when you're top of me, suffocating." She mumbled.

He sat up and took her book, doggy earring it. He paused the movie and locked her iPad so now she could give him her undivided attention.

Jack rubbed his hands together as he knelt in front of her body. "Where to begin?" He asked, smirking.

With that smirk alone Miriam knew she was in for a long night.

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takearisk-xo · 9 months

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written for #severalsunlitdaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3!! day 1: taylor swift (debut)

Harry had no idea how he let himself end up in this very specific nightmare of a situation. The last thing he wanted was for Ginny’s arm to be draped around his neck as he half-walked, half-carried her back to her flat on the other side of campus.

His only justification, was that Ron had been otherwise occupied by a some girl he knew from class. While he'd been snogging her in the corner, Harry had to watch as Ginny nearly fell off of her chair attempting to out drink some footballer, who had eighty pounds and a full twelve inches on her. After that his path forward seemed pretty clear. Despite his aversion to it.

So, there he was, traipsing across the quad with the barely conscious object of his infernal infatuation tripping along beside him.

"Any particular reason," he began lightly, ignoring the way her head rested against his shoulder, "tonight was the night you decided to drink yourself to death?"

She sighed and stumbled over her toes. "Jusabitofun..."

"Oh, yeah?" Harry adjusted his grip around her waist. "Face down in a toilet is fun for you?"

"Plesss," she slurred. "I haven't been pissed sick since '96."

"And how long have you been speaking in couplets?"

She cackled, and the sound echoed off the stone buildings on either side of them. "You think you're so funny."

"No," Harry replied. "Just sober."

Ginny booed, loudly, and he had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep her outburst from waking up the entire fucking city. In his effort to keep her quiet, he pulled to a stop and they now stood in the damp yellow light of street lamp, two blocks from their destination.

"Christ, Ginny," he cursed. "What's gotten into you?"

She stared up at him and mumbled something behind his palm. He hoped she was inebriated enough that she didn't notice the way his breath caught the longer their gazes held.

Harry dropped his hand. "What was that?"

"I ditched Dean tonight."

His stomach did a violent swoop through his middle and Harry swallowed down the sudden tightness in the back of his throat.

"Why?"

Ginny shrugged, her eyes darting away from his face and into the middle distance. "Never felt right. Not all the way, at least. Not like it's supposed to."

Harry didn't really have a response to this, but he couldn't look away from her either. In an instant, her carefree and impetuous demeanor was shadowed by a profound misery.

Then he realized he was staring, so he cleared his throat and skirted his glance away.

"He's a good bloke, Dean," she continued absentmindedly, as Harry led her into a few measured steps down the sidewalk. "But I never felt like I was all the way myself with him. I wasn't ever just... me. D'ya know what I mean?"

"M-Maybe," he stammered. "Er–Sure..."

Snorting, Ginny placed her hand over where his palm rest against her ribs. "And when do you feel most like yourself?"

When I'm with you.

"I dunno," he said instead, fundamentally mortified by the gut reply that had almost clawed its way out at her question.

"I think it's when I'm on the pitch," she hummed, her eyes dropping shut as they meandered ever closer to Cairncross.

Harry didn't have a response to this, or at least, he kept his mouth firmly shut for fear of what he might blurt out if he didn't.

Eventually, they approached Ginny's building. He simultaneously felt bereft and relieved as she shuffled out of his grasp and up her front steps. She pressed incessantly at her and Hermione's buzzer until the door hummed and the lock clicked.

"Thanks for walking me," she hummed, holding the door open and staring down at him with a soft smile.

Harry smirked back. "Think you'll make it up the stairs?"

"Only one way to find out." With one last grin, she turned on her heel and let the door begin to shut behind her.

Harry had a split second to make his decision, and impulse won as her earlier explanation pounded out a rhythm in the base of his skull.

I ditched Dean. I ditched Dean. I ditched Dean.

"Hey, Ginny!" he called, only a few inches of space left before the door could close all the way.

She reappeared, the light of the hall spilling out behind her.

Harry stood dumbstruck and silent as she watched him in mild curiosity.

"I–" he struggled uselessly. "I'm–"

"No, wait–" she interjected, her eyes wide and the quirk to her lips expectant. He couldn't quite explain it in the moment, but the expression on her face told him, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she knew exactly what he'd been about to say. "Will you do me a favor?"

Harry's exhale shuddered on its way out. "Sure?"

Ginny beamed at him, and he felt it like a lance of sunlight straight through his sternum. "Tell me tomorrow?"

Something inside his chest cracked open; soaring, galloping hope seared its way through his blood stream.

She tilted her head to the side, resting it against the door jamb. "Because I want to remember this."

"Yeah, okay. Tomorrow."

Harry chuckled as she disappeared back inside, contemplating what exactly defined tomorrow, and if it would hurt his chances if he showed up on her doorstep sometime around sun-up.

Probably. But Harry figured if he brought along a bag of pastries, that just might make up for it.

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winniethewife · 5 months

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What I did to you (Moon knight system x reader)

Past the blood and bruise (Marc x reader) Happiness

Jake Steven

Words: 741

It had only been a month. Everyone said that she would learn to live without them, but she was just surviving. Inhale and exhale. One foot in front of the other. Go to work, go home. Day in, day out. The days blur into nothing, the music stopped. She could hardly figure out what she was doing anymore. She would wonder if they had figured out how to live without her. She wondered if Layla had gotten Jake to come out, Was he taking her on late night drives, going much too fast down dark streets. Does she make sure that Steven’s library books get turned in on time? Does she let him lay on her on the couch while they read and listen to music? But when she thinks of Marc it all goes fuzzy, he was married this whole time. The whole time they had been together. She can’t help but think of the nights they found the weirdest B-rated movies and laughed the whole night, making up jokes no one else would understand. And the day she taught him to make French press coffee after he wanted to know how her coffee is better than when he makes it. Does he still want it that way? Did he get a French press, and is he making her coffee the way she used to for him? She shakes her head she can’t think about it right now.

“I can't make it go away by making you a villain.” She mumbles a she starts walking down the street.

It’s a Saturday afternoon and she was tired, she had been running errands all day and she hadn’t been getting the best sleep as of late. She was looking down as she walked by and she didn’t realize until she ran head first into some one.

“Oh, gods so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She looks up and her blood runs cold. Beautiful brown eyes, long dark curls, olive skin, She recognized Layla from the photo that Jake had showed her.

“Its fine, I’ve been there” Layla laughed, oblivious to who she was.

“Layla, Babe, I couldn’t find the uh….” Marc approaches the two of them and she could see the color drain from his face as he sees her.

“Hope you both have a nice day, good weather for it.” She says politely and she walks around them trying to get away. She should have known better because she only made it a block before Marc was pulling her around the corner into an alleyway.

“What was that? We’ve known each other how long and now I get fake niceties?” He asks with a snarl

“I’m sorry what was I supposed to do? Introduce myself? ‘Hi Layla lovely to meet you I’m your husbands former mistress. Sorry about all that.’ You think that would go over well?” She asked sternly

“No, I-” He has a pained expression on his face as he looks at her. He clenches his fists. “I’m sorry, I just knew if I didn’t try talking to you… Steven and Jake, they aren’t doing great. Hell I’m not doing great, but I made a choice and I have to at least try.”

“No one teaches you what to do in this kind of a situation.” She said softly. She wants to hug him, hold him close. But that wasn’t really an option.

“Have…are you seeing anyone new?” He asks tentatively

“No, I went on a couple dates a while back but…After giving you the best I had…I don’t know what to give anymore. I don’t know how to love other people.” As she said it she knew her words hurt him, the way he looked at her, he wanted to say something he can’t.

“I…I just wanted to say. The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you. You don’t have to forgive me, I know you’re having a hard enough time forgiving the other two and they deserve your forgiveness, more than I ever will.” He looks like he’s about to break down in tears. She grabs his hand and pulls him into an embrace, her own tears coming to her eyes. For a moment they just hold each other, just like they used to, hands held tight, pressed against their chests, her other arm around his shoulder, his around her waist, foreheads pressed together.

“You know I miss you”

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conitagray · 10 months

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i remember it, all too well.

42!miles g morales x reader

summary: you've been dating someone for a year and slowly you realize they've become distant. barely texting you, not showing any admiration, always out clubbing. until you went to their place and see something unspeakably wrong, you snap and they try to come back to you. months later, still broken. you met miles and you two become very close. one day you see them again and you can remember the memories all too well.

warnings: super angst (fluff in the end of COURSE) cursing, bad spanish (i’m so sorry y’all😭) creepy ex bro, cheating.

a/n: WHOOP i started listening to atwtmv for like a 100 times and it gave me the idea to write this (all hail taylor swift!!) this is gonna be so angsty i swear like im so sorry yall 😭 but lemme tell y’all i swear 42 miles has rizz i’m not lying

words: 2.2k

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your life was pretty fine the past few months since you’ve met your partner.

they were, everything you wanted. they loved you to the moon and back and you said the same thing too.

but a year passed and things started to change, drastically.

they stopped paying attention to you, stopped hanging out with you, was always on their phone and most of all, always went clubbing.

you’d be at your place and it was around 12:45 in the morning, he was supposed to come by.

the first thing that came up to your mind was text him, they were probably busy anyway?

…..

love<3

12:46 am

y/n: babe, wru? you were supposed to come to my place an hour ago.

seen 12:48 am.

y/n : hello?

seen 12:50 am.

……

you sighed, tossing your phone to the side of the bed as u curled up in ball, thinking why they left you on seen.

you decided to go check up on them yourself, so you put your shoes on and walked over to his apartment.

you knocked on their door, seemingly waiting for an answer, there was none.

so you opened the door which was seemingly unlocked, and scanned around the room, calling out their name.

when you heard loud music from his room.

you knocked but there was no answer as you thought the music was drowning your knock so you opened it.

and oh boy were you in for a surprise.

you dropped your purse on the floor as you stood there as if you saw a ghost, but instead you saw them making out with someone else.

“so that’s how shits going huh.” you said bluntly with tears in your eyes as your words jolted both of them up and your partner turned to look at you.

“it’s not what it seems like bab-“ they were protesting, pushing the other person away and walking to you but you cut them off and pushed them away.

“there’s nothing to fucking explain!” you screamed. “its all right infront of me, dont even bother.” you said as the tears flowed out of your eyes, looking away.

“please love im sorry i- just- give me another chance” they tried to grab your hands and you pulled away quickly.

“so you just can call me up again just to break me like a fucking promise huh? i expected better from you.” my voice cracked at every word as i walked away and slammed the door shut.

i was home, on the floor. in a ball of sadness. tears, snot, everything flowing out. while they kept texting me.

…..

unknown number.

1:15 am

un: babe please

un: please im sorry

un: i won’t do it again

un: forgive me

seen 1:20 am.

…..

you knew damn well he was lying so you blocked the number, shutting off your phone and sliding it across the room.

that day, your whole heart broke, you never felt anything anymore, love was completely just a game to you

but do you think everything will change soon?

it was your usual day. wake up, get ready for work, walk, get to work and actually work.

you worked at the cashier in some convenience store.

you’d felt numb and dull the past few weeks and didn’t really have the motivation to do anything, but you had to so you did. but you just remember everything all too well.

you were doing your job as normal and nothing around changed honestly, it was just your average normal day until someone came in that caught your eye.

it was a boy about your age, he was wearing sweatpants and a sweater, the way his jawline stands out and his braids touching his shoulders.

you thought he was cute but you shook off your feelings and went on with your day.

you noticed he was catching a few glances from you, you thought of it as nothing when he paid normally and went out the store.

but he kept coming back to the store every single day for the whole week and you two start to talk a bit more, but not your actual huge conversations.

but this one time. he was in the store picking up a few stuff and bringing it to the counter.

you scanned the items as you put it in a paper bag,

“15.44.” you told him the price.

“keep the change.” he said giving you a 20 and his spanish accent had you rolling on the floor (metaphorically).

you mumbled a thank you as he walked out, you were going to put the 20 in the cash box but suddenly, you saw a note attached to it.

* xxx-xxx-xxxx, my number. text me soon hermosa. - miles:) *

you were shocked to the brim as u held the paper in hand profusely blushing as you started to smile a bit.

did a guy just really give his number out to you?

you kept the note in your pocket, still blushing and went on with your day. until you came back home

you held the note in your hand again, still contemplating if you should put the number in your phone.

you did it anyway.

as you shakily typed the number in your phone, you added his name in the contact number and pressed the message button.

…..

miles(?)

10:05 pm.

y/n: hello?

*minutes pass by and you were doubting a message back from him. but your phone dinged.*

miles(?): hey

*you were shaking in your bed as you saw his reply.*

y/n: you’re miles right?, the guy from the store?

miles(?): the one and only. miles(?): and you’re…?

y/n: sorry.. i’m y/n

miles(?): nice name ;)

*at that point you were shocked by the little winky face he put*

y/n: the same goes to you :)) y/n: so.. weird question but why’d you give me your number?

miles(?): just thought you were cute.

*his reply literally had you in shambles and you didn’t know what to reply with but it hit you. it could be your ex’s friend again trying to get on you for breaking up with them.*

y/n: are u sure? because i swear to god if you’re one of my ex’s friends trying to shit on me for breaking up w them i will literally murder you.

miles(?): i swear, i don’t know who your ex is. but are you okay though?

*i sighed in relief, knowing that they stopped doing it.*

y/n: yeah, sorry i’m just paranoid. y/n: i gotta go, talk to you soon?

miles(?): alright, see ya soon hermosa.

……

you closed your phone and start to smile, but it feels like everything that went down happened was only yesterday, time won’t fly for you. it’s like your paralyzed in your own heartbreak.

you lay down in your bed, thoughts drowning in you as you start to fall asleep.

days turn to weeks and you and miles start to become closer friends. and you wouldn’t deny to admit that you liked him, ALOT.

but you never told him. you were scared of commitment ever since it happened.

you never told him, you never bothered to say anything because he never asked you and you were fine with it. until one day.

you both were on the rooftop at his place laughing about anything and everything, talking about what happens.

until he asks a question.

“so, that day, the day you first messaged me about your ex’s friends shitting on you for what happened, whyd you think i was one of them?” he looked at the stars slyly, glancing at you at times.

“well.” you sighed, fiddling around with your fingers,

“i didn’t know who his friends were, so they would come around at work, giving me their number and i would text them obviously and they would always tell me i was cute or something but the next second they just shit on me saying mean stuff and i kinda just couldn’t trust anyone after that.”

he looks back down to look at you , with an apologetic look on his face, when he went to scoot a bit closer to you.

“can i ask what happened?” he asked as his hand was slightly touching yours as you looked at the stars.

“we were happy for a year, everything was fine but they grew distant. they stopped talking to me and always went to clubs and came back home drunk. they seemed off for so long and i went to their place and saw them making out with someone else and i just kinda lost it, because they did this twice and i lost my shit at that point, i haven’t felt love ever since. i just kinda lost motivation, i really want my old self but i just can’t seem to find it.” tears filled your eyes to the brim as i told him everything.

as the tears start to flow out, he hugged you tightly and rubbed your back. “lo siento mucho querida.” he whispered.

“you did nothing wrong okay? it was all them.” he hugged you tighter.

as he pulled back from the hug, wiping the tears from your eyes.

it was silent for a moment after he pulled away.

“i could change that.” he spoke up after the brief silence that filled between us.

you locked at him surprised, “what.. do you mean?”

“you said.. you would never feel love again right..?” his words were soft when he spoke.

you nodded slowly as you turn to look at him looking at the stars.

“well, i could change that.” his head lowered down to look at you but you looked away.

“how will i know you end up the same as they did?” you looked down looking at your knees when you felt his hand grab your chin and pull you in closer for a kiss.

you were shocked at first but then you slowly melt in to the kiss, finally realizing he was the one.

as he pulled away, he held your hand tightly. “i promise i won’t break your heart mi amor.” he whispered. "ill give you the world, the stars if possible, anything for you."

you felt this wave of love you’ve never felt before and it made you feel full, you went to hug him tightly as you never wanted to pull back

“i love you, miles.”

“te quiero también, mi amor. más de lo que sabes.”

after that day, you and miles started dating and it was nothing like you experienced before.

it was always flowers here, flowers there and he was just a straight up gentleman to you.

you just closed up your shop early tonight to go on your first date with miles, and when you both were walking there, you bumped into someone and both crash to the ground.

“oh my god im so sorr-“ you were frantically picking up their stuff to give it back and when you both look at eachother, you stopped talking. it was your ex.

everything, every single memory of you both flowed down your mind and you remembered it all too well.

“amor are you okay?” miles bent down to check on you when he noticed you giving a dirty glance at your ex, and it hit him.

“yeah i’m fine let’s just go.” you tried to stand up but your ex’s hand pulled you back down and restraining you from standing up.

“what the fuck do you want?” you screamed and it grabbed miles attention.

“please, im sorry i didn’t mean it can things just go back the way it was?” he protested and was on their knees begging you to stay

i pulled my hand out of his grip as we both stood up “i already told you, a million fucking times, no.”

“please i’m sorry, i- i was drunk and i wasn’t thinking straight.”

“so you’re telling me, those both times you were drunk and you weren’t thinking straight? those both times you fucking cheated on me and you weren’t thinking straight? you choosing pleasure over our goddamn relationship and you weren’t thinking straight? you could’ve thought for a SINGLE moment, will this affect my relationship? of course it fucking will you asshole. get out of my sight.” you stood back up and walked opposite where your ex was, but they wouldn’t stop and grabbed your hand again.

“just forgive me plea-“ he was about to get on his knees but miles stood infront of you and grabbed their arm tightly so they could release your arm

“back up bro, y/n already told you they don’t want you. don’t make it harder for us. one step closer and you’re gone got it?” miles let go of his hand as a warning and they nodded and ran away and miles turned to you.

“are you okay querida? you aren’t hurt anywhere are you?” he put his arms on your shoulders, scanning your body for any wounds.

“i’m okay, just a bit shaken up." you sighed, fixing your clothes.

miles was genuinely worried about you and you told him everything's fine as long he was with you.

"i'm so sorry amor that they keep doing that to you." he grabbed yout waist and pulled you in a hug.

"you know ill protect you always right?" he pulled away from the hug.

"promise?" you held out your pinky for a pinky promise and smiled softly.

"promise querida." he took his pinky and hooked it with yours and shook it softly and pulled you in another hug.

although you still remember all the heartbreaking memories all too well, you had him and that was enough for you.

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bunnysuit-femboy · 1 year

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Watcher - Stalker

(Armin x Reader) - Word Count: 2.2k

Creature: a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Panty Raiding

Extra Notes: Happy Halloween Eve! One more day left!

You had never thought much about the boy who lived in the apartment next to yours. He always seemed to be out in the hallway whenever you were; running into you on your way to work, on your way out with friends, on your way to the store, he was always there. You had assumed he had the same schedule as you, coincidentally always in your way and always by your side.

You had become friends with the boy who lived in the apartment next to yours, Armin. He was really nice, and the both of you seemed to have a lot in common with each other. He has a brother - same as you, he was an English major in college - same as you, his favorite musicians are Taylor Swift and Lorde - strangely, same as you. It never bothered you how much you had in common with him, in fact you had never thought about it for longer than a minute before.

The excessive amounts of common interests between you and Armin had actually helped your friendship with him. When you first met him, he seemed standoffish, awkward, maybe even a little bit weird, but after finding out your shared interest in tv shows, suddenly he was a whole new person.

He’d even stop over at your door some nights when he had made too many leftovers of whatever he had made himself for dinner. He’d stay for conversation and to hear a review of the food he gave you. He’d step inside of your apartment, but never past the kitchen, only being able to view the other rooms. He never stayed longer than an hour, and you never felt yourself wishing he’d stay longer.

So, it was no surprise to you to hear a soft knock on the door and to find Armin on the other side. He held a familiar plate of food in one hand and a DVD in the other. You scanned the items and then looked up at him, your eyebrows slightly knitted together.

“What,” You asked Armin slowly, “What’s all of this for?”

Armin tilted his head at you, a small smile appearing on his lips, “No hello?”

“Hi, Armin.” You sighed. “Now, answer what all of this is?”

“Hi, and all of this is a movie night, and I brought you some curry. Now, can I come inside?”

You looked over your shoulder at your apartment. It was slightly dirty from the past few days of lazy nights after work. Your clothes were spewed about and you could even see some bras and panties lying on your living room floor right outside of the bedroom door. You knew they’d be far enough out of the way that Armin wouldn’t see them, so why the hell not?

Why not let him in? It’s just one movie night.

You shifted your body so you weren’t blocking your apartment from Armin anymore. You tilted your head towards the living room, and spoke one demanding sentence to your neighbor, a soft smile on your lips.

“Alright,” You said, “Come inside, and you better heat that food up for me while I start the movie.” Armin walked by you and into the kitchen, nodding in agreement to your request. “And, wait, what movie even is that?”

Armin turned around to you, standing beside the microwave. “27 Dresses, you told me you had never seen it before.”

“How did you remember that?” You furrowed your eyebrows deeply. “I said that months ago, I think I said that last Christmas even.”

Armin shrugged, “I have a good memory.”

You brushed his comment off, and the whole conversation in fact. You had to admit it was refreshing how nice Armin is to you; he always bring you food, he brings you gifts, he even brought you flowers in the past - he may have stopped once he realized how creeped out you were to see him on the other side of your door holding a full bouquet of flowers. But still, it was the thought that counts.

You always kind of assumed your neighbor had a little crush on you considering all that he’s done. You weren’t sure you felt the same, but you were sure that you liked his attention and the way he looked at you in the hallway when he ran into you. He looked at you like you were a sunset, you were bright and beautiful and a sight he doesn’t normally have the luxury of seeing.

Which isn’t entirely true considering he’s always in the hallway at the same time as you are.

You put the DVD into the disc drive of your laptop and plugged your laptop into the tv. You quickly skipped through the previews, not feeling particularly in the mood to sit through trailers of movies from before 2012. By the time you were done setting up the movie, Armin was already on the couch behind you, watching you as you bent over your laptop.

You felt a bit awkward by your neighbor’s curious eyes stuck on your body. He always seemed to stare a little too hard at your body, and you supposed being bent over right in front of him was like showing a dog a treat.

You rubbed your now sweaty hands against your sweatpants, trying to wipe away the nerves of having Armin inside of your apartment. You weren’t sure if these nerves were coming from being close to your neighbor because you’re afraid of him or because you’re attracted to him. Being around Armin was a mess of confusing feelings.

You walked around your coffee table and took a seat beside Armin on the couch. Once you were sitting, you noticed Armin scoot the tiniest bit closer to you. His knee pressed against your knee, and you could feel his eyes staring at the side of your face, but you chose to ignore him and watch the beginning of the movie instead. That was until ignoring him was no longer an option, he leaned in close and spoke to you over the dialogue of the movie.

“So,” Armin said, “I was at this new cafe the other day - it’s right up the street - I think you should give it a try sometime, it’s really good. I tried their blueberry crumble muffins, and it was fantastic.”

You turned to him, “Do you mean the cafe called The Big Wave?”

“Yes!”

“I went there the other day.” You turned your body towards your neighbor, now completely disregarding the movie on the screen. “I had the pumpkin muffin, but I was gonna try the blueberry one if they didn’t sell out before I got there!”

“That’s insane,” Armin said but there seemed to be some emotion absent in his voice, “I really wanted to try the pumpkin muffin too, but decided against it.” Armin glanced back at the tv, but then met your eyes once again. “Maybe sometime we could - if you wanted to, of course - we could go to the cafe together, and try each other’s muffins.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Try what?”

You giggled as Armin’s face flushed with red and he shook his head frnatically, “Oh no no, I swear I didn’t mean it like that, oh my god.”

“It’s fine, Armin.” You smiled at him as you gently placed your hand on his knee. “I’d love to go to the cafe with you sometime-” There was a moment of silence before you grinned and spoke again- “and we can try each other’s muffins.”

Armin placed his hand on top of your own, attempting to show you physically how happy he was to be in your living room with you, and to have you sitting on the couch right beside him. You were both now completely ignoring the movie, just staring gracefully into each other’s eyes. You always sort of knew a moment like this would arise with your neighbor eventually, he gave you too much attention and you really liked basking in that attention. You were sure if you ever gave him the chance, you’d make him the happiest man on Earth by being his girlfriend, and you’d be constantly spoiled.

The whole relationship looked like a win-win situation from the outside.

“Armin,” You whispered, but he quickly interrupted whatever you were planning on saying by pressing his lips into your lips. You let him kiss you, and you even kissed him back slightly. It felt good to feel wanted and Armin made you feel entirely desired just by the way he tightened his grip on your hand, as if he were in disbelief that this was really happening - so much so that he had to hold onto you as proof, hoping you wouldn’t fade away into his imagination.

Armin moved his lips away from yours, resting his forehead against your own, “I’m so sorry, I- I shouldn’t have-”

“No,” You said while leaning your lips closer to his, “But, you can. You can kiss me, I want you to.”

Armin nodded slightly before leaning back into your shared kiss. He kissed you more passionately now, his lips parted and you even felt the gentle tickle of his soft tongue against your lips. Despite the thousands of times he had imagined kissing you, he never imagined you being so submissive to his touch. You let him do whatever he wanted with your lips and your body, you didn’t mind his hands groping your hips and chest.

“Can-” Armin whispered into your mouth- “Can I go down on you?” After the question was in the air, his face scrunched up with awkwardness. He shook his head gently, apologizing three times before you interrupted him.

“Sure.” You weren’t sure where these words were coming from. You never really felt any attraction towards your neighbor other than mentally accepting that he is conventionally attractive. He wasn’t even your type and his crush weirded you out more than it flattered you. But, to be honest, you haven’t had somebody on top of you in months and if this was your only option at the moment, then you were willing to make do with this opportunity.

You laid down for Armin, your head on the yellow decorative pillows on your couch. He sat between your legs as he smoothly pulled your sweatpants off of your legs. You thought he may explode seeing you in front of him like this, his face and neck was a concerning red color, you honestly weren’t sure he was even breathing at the moment.

Armin started at your knee and slowly kissed down your legs. You watched him curiously as he made his way down to your panties. It was ironic for you to see him like this, acting like these kisses were teasing you when you could tell they were just making him more needy.

Your neighbor left one soft kiss on your clit through your panties, and the sudden feeling caused your hips to jolt forward. He was proud of this, and continued, passionately and slightly rushed, but it felt good. You liked the way he made out with your clit through the fabric, but you honestly preferred it with your panties on the ground beside the couch.

It was like he knew nobody had ever done this for you before. After all of the hookups you brought home, all of the dates that ended here, not even one of them went down on you. And, even if they had, you weren’t sure they would’ve ever been this good at it, you were certain Armin must’ve done this for thousands of people considering how magical this felt for you.

You brought your hand to the back of Armin’s bright blonde hair, gripping onto the strands as he sucked on your clit. Choked sounds came from your mouth, and you weren’t completely sure if they were supposed to be moans or gasps - they were somewhere in between.

You weren’t surprised by how quickly Armin tongue had gotten you close to finishing. This feeling felt better than anything your own fingers had done to your body in the past, and you really hoped you could recreate someday with a toy. You felt as if you were floating when you tightened your fingers on Armin’s hair, trying to let him know you were close.

And, strangely enough, you could tell he knew. He didn’t need to hear you say it, he knew you were coming on his tongue. He continued the same move that had gotten you close until your body vibrated with pleasure. You groaned so loud, you thought maybe the people could hear you outside, even the people driving in their cars with their windows rolled up.

Armin and you didn’t speak much after the moment had passed. He said he didn’t want anything in return, and you didn’t cuddle him, but you did hold his hand gently under the blanket you shared. You had put your sweatpants back on once the movie’s credits were rolling and you put the remaining curry in the fridge as he gathered his things.

He left your apartment quickly, no kiss, one goodbye, and one hug - and then he was gone. The door shut behind him and you thought this would be the perfect moment to pick up some of your dirty clothes from the living room floor. You could’ve sworn your panties had landed beside the couch, but you decided maybe they had been kicked underneath. You decided not to investigate too hard, Armin always struck you as a weird guy but a panty snatcher was a bit too far, even for him.

If you knew the truth about him, you’d never want him back in your apartment again, you’d probably even move apartments as soon as humanly possible. But, losing that feeling that he gave you between your legs wasn’t worth it in your head, he could steal all of the panties he wanted from you just so long as he made you feel that good again.

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Eternal Resonance Part Two

(This is part 2!! Go check out part 1 if you haven't already).

A/N: This is a TK fic. If you're not into that, don't read. || This is probably my longest fan fiction I've ever actually posted. I'm sorry it took so long to finish it, I had writers block and really could not think of anything to write. But anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!!

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"Fine." Vox said in defeat. Vox agreed to make a deal with Alastor. As Alastor smiled wider, his tendrils retreated, and Vox fell to the ground. Alastor offered his hand, and after some hesitation, Vox took it. Surprisingly, it was a normal handshake without any green aura or weird creepy stuff. Right at that moment, the doors behind Alastor swung open.

"Hey, Vox, do you-" Valentino dropped his coffee mug as he saw both Alastor and Vox holding hands. "Vox, what actually fuck are you doing!?" Vox tried to pull away, but Alastor kept a tight hold. "Don't worry, Dear. We just made a simple deal." Val nearly lost his mind. "You.. WHAT!?" He walked over to them, pointing to Alastor. "Why the hell would you make a deal with him??" Alastor had a bit a sas, "Oh, calm down. He still owns his soul." Al said as he walked away. "It seems, though, that I need a visit to the Taylor." He laughed as he disappeared into the shadows.

Valentino yanked Vox by the arm and forcefully ushered him into Vee's office. He threw Vox on the chair and pointed an accusing finger at him. "I can't believe you did this! What were you even thinking!?" Velvette entered the room, stretching her arms, "What's happening?"

"This bitch of an idiot box made a deal with Alastor!" She gasped, "Why would you do that!?" Vox was filled with anger and disappointment in himself. "I had to, okay!? I had no choice! If I didn't he would have killed me!" He said as he slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "I'm going to my room." Is the last thing he said before walking away. Valentino and Velvette just looked at each other.

Vox entered his room and threw himself on the bed. He sighed and thought about what he did... but as he thought, he came up with an idea..

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Alastor had just finished his time at the Taylor. As he was walking, he couldn't stop thinking about what happened just 30 minutes ago.. He said Vox was gonna have an unforgettable experience, not himself... His thoughts got interrupted as he ran into someone. Speak of the Devil...

"Hey, Alastor!" Vox said as he stood not even an inch away from Alastor. Alastor backed up. "Why, hello Dear. What is it that you want?" He said as he fixed his bow tie. "I want to talk." He raised an eyebrow and smiled wide. "Well, if you insist." They both walk over to the nearest bench.

"What is it?" Alastor wanted to get this done quick so he could go back to the hotel. "That deal we made.. yea, uh- all my friends hate me now. I don't know why I even made a deal with you. I should've just said no!" Vox raised his voice. "Well, Dear, if you'd said no, I wouldn't have let you go." He had a point, but Vox didn't care. "I don't care! At least my friends wouldn't hate me!" Alastor's grin grew wider than ever.

"Well, whose fault is that?" Vox froze, turning to Al.

"YOURS! You're the one who wanted to make a deal in the first place!" Alastor just loved to piss Vox off. It was one of his favorite things to do. "You're the one who said yes." He shrugged his shoulders. Vox's head was about to explode. "Well, Dear, I guess it's time I start going," Al said while standing up, "I have a hotel to run!" As he started to walk away, Vox mumbled something,

"Speaking of my friends, they wanted to see you." Vox was hoping Alastor heard him. Al turned his head, "What did you say?"

"I said, my friends wanted to see you." Alastor turned his whole body around and walked back over to Vox. "Alright then, take me to them." Vox smiled wickedly as he led Alastor to the Vee's tower. They quickly hurried into Vox's bedroom, Alastor sat on his bed. "I'll be right back, let me go get the others." Vox walked over to his door, but he locked it instead. He started laughing and turned back over to Al.

"Vox, what are you doing..?" Vox walked over to Alastor and towered over him. "I'm getting revenge you smiley cunt!" He said as he lunged himself onto Al, pinning his arms to the bed.

"Ah! W-what are you- doing!?" Alastor was laying face down as Vox was sitting on top of him. "If you thought you could just torture me and not get Karma, you thought wrong!" Alastor struggled. His microphone was leaning against the nightstand, much too far out of reach.

"Vox, Dear, you know I am much more stronger than you. You are just making things worse!" Vox laughed, watching as the Radio Demon struggled to escape underneath of him. "Oh, you won't be so strong when I'm done with you." Even though Vox tried to be intimidating, it never seemed to work on Alastor.. or so he thought.

"How do you like the taste of your own medicine?" Vox said as he suddenly jabbed his fingers into Alastor's sides. Alastor's body jolted as if it was struck by lightning. "Vox wait-" He slammbed his arms to his sides as Vox's fingers danced on them.

"How does it feel? I'm going to do this for hours! Ha-Ha!" Alastor's ears pinned down and he tried to hold in his laughter. "I-I'm not ticklish!"

"You can't lie yourself out of this one, that's not how this works... remember?" Vox moved up near Al's underarms and he kicked his legs. "I-I am not lyihing!" Vox couldn't help but think about his plan working. He knew this also wouldn't help his fantasies, but he didn't care. He enjoyed this so much.

"Was that a little giggle I heard?" Vox teased, moving his hands lower again. Alastor dug his head into the pillows, trying to hide his face from this scene. No one's ever dared to touch Alastor, yet Vox somehow had the courage to. Vox then had another idea.

"Oh, look at those soft-looking ears you have here~..." Alastor's eyes widened as he heard such words. "No! Vox, I swear to god if you-" Vox cut him off by placing his hands on his ears. His legs were kicking more and he grabbed where Vox's hands were, trying to ply them off.

"NO! VOHOHOX! PlehehAse!!!" Vox couldn't help but laugh. "Ohoho! Did I find your weak spot?" He continued to pet Al's ears everywhere. The base, the top, everywhere.

"You bihihiHtch!" Alastor managed to say in between laughs. "You're gonna pay for that!" Vox teased, petting more at the base of Al's ears. Alastor couldn't hide his laugh anymore. He was maniacal. "Hohoholy shihihit!! Let- me gohohoh! HAHA!" He was weak.

Vox was smiling from.. ear to ear? "Aw, has someone had enough?" Vox teased. Alastor knew he was mimicking him from earlier. "Yehehes!!! P-Pleehehease!!!" Alastor begged. Alastor hadn't been tickled or even touched almost at all since he was alive. When he was a kid, his mother used to play games and have little tickle fights with him. But ever since he arrived in Hell, he never wanted to be involved with a lot of touching. Though, he never really minded it with Rosie..

Vox stopped tickling Alastor to let him breathe. Alastor was still laughing, trying to recover. "I.. hahaha.. get ohohof of meheh!"

"How cute, the big, bad Radio Demon weak and unable to move! How could anyone hate this?" Alastor tried to pick himself up, but he was too weak. Vox wished he had those super cool tendrils to lift Al's arms up. If he did, he would be unstoppable! He then took one of Al's arms and lifted it above his head. Alastor shook his head and yelled "No!" as Vox slowly moved his hand towards his side. As his hand reached his side, Alastor started laughing again. He tried to fold to protect himself, but obviously he couldn't.

As Vox's fingers danced across Alastor's ribs, the room was filled with fits of laughter. The playful scene was interrupted by loud knocks at the door. Vox's hands stopped and his head turned towards the sound.

"Al, quick, hide," Vox whispered urgently, getting off of Al. Alastor was confused, but didn't question it and quickly got under the bed. Vox headed towards the door and unlocked it. He opened it to find Valentino, his tall, creepy figure looming in the doorway.

"What's with all the noise? Are you talking to someone?" Valentino's voice seemed calm, but you could still hear the anger. He stepped into the room, looking around while he took a long drag from his cigarette. "No, Val... I was just-"

Alastor couldn't stop giggling. He tried to keep quiet, holding his hands to his mouth.

Vox looked around too, then remembered he left Al's microphone on the nightstand! He quickly hurried to it and pushed it under the bed. Alastor felt something touch him and he gasped. Vox quietly shushed him and quickly walked away. "There's nothing to worry about, Dear. Everything is just fine! I'm just enjoying myself with some alone time." Valentino shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the door. "If you say so. Bye, Darling~." Is the last thing he said before he walked out. Vox locked the door again and walked to the bed.

"Al, you can come out now." Alastor quickly got out from under the bed. "Dear, you look stressed. Allow me to help!" Vox realized the deep shit he was in, especially now that Al has his microphone.

"Shit."

The rest of that evening, Alastor beat Vox's ass once again, leaving him conquered. No matter how hard Vox tries, his plans always backfire on him. I guess that's a sign to never mess with the Radio Demon.

The End.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #fanfiction #fanfic #tickle fic #vox #radiostatic #radiosilence #cute #one sided radiostatic #hazbin hotel vox #tickle community #part two of two #this is probably really bad

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@mcytblrholidayexchange gift for @mizmothree !!! Slimecicle, JuanaFlippa, AND Elmariana for the New Year!!! Hope you enjoy :)

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

Charlie rolled his eyes and looked behind him at Mariana, who was trying to level him with a glare. “Well, I was planning on it, bitch.” He bit into the word, trying to get a reaction out of Mariana. Of course, it did, with the other man scrunching up his face into a scowl and giving Charlie the finger. Charlie, satisfied, slammed Mariana’s door as hard as he could. Separated by a wall, he sighed.

“Well. 3 weeks.” He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets before walking through the alleys connecting Mariana’s apartment complex to Main Street. He began to mumble to himself. “That has got to be a record. I don’t think he’s ever contained his nagging for so long before.” Charlie kicked a concrete pebble, watching it clank against a metal garbage can. “I mean, why do I even keep trying? I know that it can’t last. I know that. Instead, we’re like that fucking Taylor Swift-no wait I think it was Kate Perry-song.” Charlie turned onto the street, joining the scattered people walking under a darkened sky. “Maybe this should be it. Maybe I should just forget his fucking face. Maybe I actually block his number this time. Maybe-” The sky suddenly thundered, cutting off Charlie’s self-pity session. He looked up, managing to mumble out an “Oh shit” before the sky poured down rain.

The small crowd around him suddenly got smaller as people scurried into stores. Charlie himself really wanted to crawl into a store and order something hot, but reasoned that his house was only a short walk away. So he flipped up his jacket collar and walked faster down the street. Between the breakup and the rain, it wasn’t shaping up to be a good day.

Charlie decided to short cut through a back alley to his apartment, nearly tripping on his shoelaces while turning the corner. He caught himself on the brick wall, steading himself with his hand. “Thank god”, he muttered. “I really didn’t want to eat it in a puddle.” Saying that, he righted himself, stretched out his right foot to start walking again, and felt something furry on his foot before tripping over it.

He crashed into the pavement, shoulder first. He yelped and skidded a bit before crashing into a garbage can, which unluckily was full with trash. It dumped its contents on Charlie, then clanged onto the pavement with no ceremony.

He groaned, rolled over onto his back, cringing at the way whatever was beneath him squished and squelched. “Fuck, man, my bones...” He pushed himself upright to his elbows and looked around. “Alright, who did this?” he shouted at the empty alley. “This isn’t funny. I sorta like this jacket!” He scanned the small area, and saw a small worm- no wait, a tail?- behind some different garbage cans. Charlie got back on his feet and crept towards the…thing. It didn’t move, so he kept creeping, creeping…

WHAM! He grabbed onto the thing and immediately felt something sharp dig into his skin. He sucked in his breath, but didn’t let go as he brought the trickster up to eye level. It was…

“Oh. My. God.” Currently nipping at his hand was a cat, with ears that were too big for its head. It twitched and swung unceremoniously, only stopping to meow indignantly.

Charlie’s frown grew into a small smile and he chuckled. “A cat. I got tripped up by a cat.” The cat tilted its head sideways, and trilled in a tone that Charlie imagined meant Can you please put me down?

“Ok you rascal. I’ll put you down.” He gently placed the cat down on the ground. It chirped thankfully and began to rub against Charlie’s leg. His smile grew even wider. “So you’re sorry? Is that what you’re saying?” He leaned down to scratch the cat behind the ears, which elicited purring from the small creature. “Well, I accept your apology. But you’re not getting away unscathed.” He studied the cat as it continued to lean into his hand. Its fur was light brown, but appeared to have bits of darker colors speckled within. However, it was extremely matted and filthy. Suddenly, he got an idea. Charlie turned to face the cat. “You don’t like baths, do you?”

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Charlie found out 3 things about bathing a cat that day.

You’re supposed to brush the mats out of the fur before bathing.

Human shampoo is NOT the same as cat shampoo.

It’s a good idea to cut their nails ahead of time.

Number one was found out after looking up “how to give a cat a bath” into Google and scanning through the first article he found. According to some doctor of veterinary medicine, mats would only hinder the effects of the bath, so it was best to comb them out beforehand. He managed to improvise a specialized comb with a small metal one he found stashed in the back of his bathroom cabinet. Thankfully, the mats weren’t anything major, and Flippo (as he was now calling the cat) actually seemed to enjoy the experience.

Number two was in the same article as number one. Apparently some shampoos would harm cats more than they would help, and Charlie did not want to hurt this newfound friend of his (did the cat consider him a friend though? He had no clue). But outside it was still pouring, and Charlie did not want to go out in the rain, in his dirty jacket, to buy cat shampoo. “Well, my friend, you’ll just have a bath without shampoo. Shouldn’t be that bad,” he proclaimed. Frontflipo (just Flippo wasn’t working out) chirped in response.

Number three wasn’t mentioned in any article or video that Charlie watched. In fact, he didn’t realize it until he was putting a band-aid on the 9th scratch. He turned to look at the cat. “JuanFlippo, you really have it out for me, don’t you?” he asked the cat.

JuanFlippo (Frontflipo was already a mildly famous stunt act somewhere in Oklahoma, Charlie learned.) meowed in a low tone. You’re the one who thought giving a bath to a cat, who hates water, was a good idea.

“Yeah, but at least you’re clean now,” Charlie retorted.

And it was true. Despite the lack of soap, JuanFlippo was significantly cleaner. Currently he was in the process of grooming the rest of his coat, which turned out to be more beige than Charlie expected. All in all, a win for the cat.

Not so much for Charlie.

“Now I’m gonna go get clean. And if you wreck my apartment, I’ll…I don’t know. Throw you out the window. Or something. Just don’t do anything.” Charlie turned to go shower away the banana split in his hair, and sincerely hoped that JuanFlippo was well-behaved.

Surprisingly, he was. But he was also (as Charlie so kindly put it) “a spiteful little shit”.

“Really?” Charlie was once again holding JuanFlippo, but in a sort of “air jail”. “You behave yourself for a full 30 minutes, not moving a paw, but the minute I step out of my shower you decide to tip over my mother’s heirloom vase.” He frowned at the cat. “You better thank your lucky stars that I thought it was ugly.” JuanFlippo chirped happily and contorted his face into something Charlie suspected was a smirk. “Very funny, you little fucker,” he replied.

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That night, Charlie went to bed with a cat on his chest. It was a bit weird, but comforting. Sorta like the time Mariana laid his head on Charlie’s chest when they were watching TV, and they were close and warm and Charlie didn’t want to get up and he had “I love you” on the tip of his tongue and-

Oh god. He was thinking about him again.

Charlie covered his face with his pillow. Try to forget, he told himself. You need to forget.

Forget his name, forget his face, forget his favorite color and which shows he likes. Forget his address! It’s not like you pass by there often. It’s out of the way, hidden, secret, easily forgettable. Forget the way he laughs when you tell a funny joke. Forget the way he looks at you when you try speaking Spanish but you fuck up the pronunciation. Forget. Forget. Forget.

He let out a groan. This wasn’t working.

JuanFlippo woke up and stretched himself before slipping his nose under Charlie’s pillow. He found Charlie’s chin and gave it a lick before chirping softly. Are you ok, Charlie?

“Y’know what, goober? I’m not alright.” Charlie sat up gently, letting the cat settle down on his lap before he began to scratch behind the ears. “I keep thinking about my boyfriend. Well, he’s sorta my boyfriend. We have a weird on-again off-again relationship. Like that one song? ‘You’re hot then you’re cold, you’re yes then you’re no, you’re in-‘” JuanFlippo suddenly meowed. Charlie cut off his singing and stared at the cat. “Was it really that bad?”

JuanFlippo simply stared. I’ll forgive you if you keep scratching.

Charlie sighed before beginning to pet the cat again. “But you get the idea. We can’t go for more than a few weeks before we get in a big fight, and I say something stupid, and then we curse a bit and I slam the door in his face. Wait a minute.” Charlie looked at JuanFlippo. “I’m the problem, aren’t I?”

JuanFlippo did a bit of an eye roll. Isn’t it obvious?

“No JuanFlippo, it was not obvious before. It took talking to you to figure it out.” Charlie paused again. “And that’s the other issue, isn’t it? I don’t talk to Mariana about this shit. I talk with a cat who’s only here for the head scratches.” JuanFlippo purred in response, and Charlie leaned back to lay his head down. “I need to fix this. Figure out how to mend a broken relationship. Because despite everything I try, I can’t forget him. I-” He paused. “Dare I say I love him?” JuanFlippo trilled and rubbed his cheek against Charlie’s stomach. “Oh, I like you too goober,” he chuckled. “And I would appreciate your help in the morning. I’ve got a plan.”

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At precisely 11:26 am, Charlie rapt his knuckles on Mariana’s front door. No one answered. At 11:28 am, Charlie tried again. The bag he was carrying meowed. “Shh. Be quiet,” he whispered. At 11:29 am, he knocked again, and a few seconds later he got a text on his phone.

Elmariana: go away pendejo

Elmariana: i’m crying

Me: Give Me Five Minutes. Por Favor?

At 11:31 am the door opened. Mariana was in a bathrobe, holding a cup of black coffee in the hand that wasn’t on the door. His eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn’t slept since the breakup. “What, Charlie?” he said, sounding almost on the verge of tears.

Charlie took a deep breath in, and out. “I recognize that I’ve made you upset multiple times in the past over some issues. I am sorry, lo siento, that I did those things and didn’t apologize for them later on. I thought that I was in the right, but in reality you were right most of the time, and you were the one working on fixing it. And I didn’t realize it, so every time we got back together I took it for granted. I’m really sorry, and I’m going to work on fixing it. I swear.”

Mariana stared at him. Charlie stared back. Mariana exhaled. Charlie exhaled. Mariana spoke. “Why?”

“What?”

“Why? Why-” Mariana motioned wildly with the hand not holding his coffee. “Why…why now?” Charlie pursed his lips, then reached into his bag and pulled out JuanFlippo. Mariana gasped and put his coffee down on a side table. Charlie handed the cat over to him. JuanFlippo immediately began to rub against the fluffy part of Mariana’s bathrobe. Mariana smiled and began to stroke his back. “Hola gato. ¿Cómo se llama?” JuanFlippo chirped and looked over at Charlie. Yeah, what’s my name?

Charlie cleared his throat and said, “It’s JuanFlippo.”

Mariana looked up and chuckled. “I think it’s-uh, how do you say?” He fumbles with the word for a bit, until Charlie figures it out.

“Female.”

“Yes, that,” Mariana replied, and held JuanFlippo belly-out to prove it.

Oh. Oh shit.

“Well, uh, I guess it’s JuanaFlippa now.” Charlie smiled sheepishly. Mariana threw his head back and laughed. It made Charlie’s heart pound against his chest, but he chose to ignore it in favor of continuing his mission.

“Anyways, I found JuanFl- JuanaFlippa, and by talking to him, no, her, I realized that I was the one in the wrong.” Charlie looks directly at Mariana. “And I also realized that if this thing,” he gestured between him and Mariana, “is going to work out, I need to learn to communicate with you.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a book with a bold black title. It reads, How To Communicate Effectively With Your Parrot (And Other Living Things) by G. T. W. Ska. “I found this book at the library. Apparently the author’s well-known for transforming the way people communicate and think. So I was hoping it would help.”

“Is there- uh- in Spanish?” Mariana asked as he pointed towards the book.

“There should be,” Charlie replied. “According to the back cover it’s been translated into 15 languages.”

Mariana smiled, gently dropped JuanaFlippa in Charlie’s bag, then took Charlie’s hand and started dragging him in the general direction of the library. “Then we go now,” he stated, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Charlie let out a laugh. “What about your clothes?” Mariana suddenly stopped, and Charlie ran straight into him. Mariana caught him by the upper arms, stabilizing both of them. He looked down at himself, then back at Charlie, and smiled. “I forgot. Lo siento.”

They ran back to the house. Mariana grabbed his remaining coffee, chugged it, then slammed the door behind him (consequently, in Charlie’s face). Charlie managed to make out a “¡cinco minutos!” from behind the door.

JuanaFlippa poked her head out of the bag and chirped. “Yeah, he’s always like this,” Charlie chuckled and gave JuanaFlippa a pat. She trilled in response. Lovely. Another crazy man to deal with.

Mariana jumped out of the house again, this time suitably dressed. He once again grabbed Charlie’s hand and started running. He let out a whoop of joy. “¡Vamos, mi amor!” Mariana cried. Charlie giggled before yelling back, “I love you!” Mariana looked back with a smile, and oh that smile could kill Charlie. He loved it. He loved Mariana. He loved JuanaFlippa. He loved, and loved, and- oh no-

Charlie’s foot got caught in a crack in the pavement, and he fell onto his face. Mariana let out a cry. JuanaFlippa leapt out of the bag and started nosing for Charlie’s face.

Charlie let out a groan. “Fuck man, my bones…” Mariana reached out with his hand to help him up. Charlie took it gratefully. “Are you okay?” Mariana said before cupping Charlie’s face in his hands and looking it over. Charlie waved him off. “I’m fine. I just…fell head over heels I guess!” Mariana gave a chuckle before planting a small kiss on Charlie’s forehead. “Don’t forget JuanaFlippa,” he said, motioning to the cat. JuanaFlippa meowed as she was placed back into the bag. Charlie grabbed Mariana’s hand, and together the dynamic trio walked towards the future.

Together.

#if you’re reading this hello sorry if this is too troupe-y or formatted weird #in my defense I wrote 95% of this on my phone #and btw. this is 2607 words. why? idk just happened that way.#anyways happy new year eat your grapes or peas or whatever #Slimecicle #el mariana #misclick duo #juanaflippa #misclick family #justhereforwriting

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occasionaloneshots · 2 years

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Stranger Things Ships As Taylor Swift Songs

Warning: I obviously don't ship all of these and this is just for fun <3 please don't yell at me for missing your favorite, there's so many ships in this show so I went with some of the biggest ones as of season 4

Party Ships

Lumax: Out of the Woods

"Remember when we couldn't take the heat /I walked out, I said, 'I'm setting you free'/But the monsters turned out to be just trees/When the sun came up, you were looking at me/You were looking at me"

"Are we out of the woods yet?/Are we out of the woods?/Are we in the clear yet?/Are we in the clear yet?"

Mileven: It's Nice to Have a Friend

"Lost my gloves, you give me one/'Wanna hang out?' Yeah sounds like fun/ Video games, you pass me a note/Sleeping in tents/It's nice to have a friend"

"Call my bluff, call you 'Babe'/Have my back, yeah, everyday"

Byler: Holy Ground (Taylor's Version)

"We had this big, wide city all to ourselves/Wе block the noise with the sound of 'I need you'/And for thе first time, I had something to lose"

"Tonight I'm gonna dance/For all that we've been through/But I don't wanna dance/If I'm not dancing with you"

Elmax: Message in a Bottle (From the Vault)

"And I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied/But now you're so far away and I'm down/Feeling like a face in your crowd/I'm reachin' for you, terrified"

"'Cause you could be the one that I love/I could be the one that you dream of/A message in a bottle is all I can do/Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you (It gets to you)"

Duzie: Our Song

"I've heard every album, listened to the radio/Waited for somethin' to come along/That was as good as our song"

"When we're on the phone and you talk real slow/'Cause it's late and your mama don't know/Our song is the way you laugh/The first date: 'Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have'/And when I got home 'gore I said amen/Askin' God if he could play it again"

Older Sibling/Teen Characters

Stancy: The Story of Us

"I used to think one day, we'd tell the story of us/How we met and the sparks flew instantly/And people would say, 'They're the lucky ones'"

"Oh, a simple complication/miscommunications lead to fall outs/So many things that I wish you knew/So many walls up I can't break through"

Jancy: Mine

"Flash forward, and we're taking on the world together/And there's a drawer of my things at your place/You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded/You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes"

"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter/You are the best thing that's ever been mine"

Ronanace: Enchanted

"The playful conversation starts/Counter all your quick remarks/Like passing notes in secrecy/And it was enchanting to meet you"

"This is me praying that/Tis was the very first page/Not where the storyline ends/My thoughts will echo your name/Until I see you again/These are the words I held back/As I was leaving too soon/I was enchanted to meet you"

Steddie: Delicate

"This ain't for the best/My reputation's never been worse, so/You must like me for me.../We can't make/Any promises, now can we, babe?/But you can make me a drink."

"Sometimes I wonder when you sleep/Are you ever dreaming of me?/Sometimes when I look into your eyes/I pretend you're mine, all the damn time"

The Parents/Adults (Joyce, just Joyce ships)

Boyce: Right Where You Left Me

"Matches burn after the other/Pages turn and stick to each other/Wages earned and lessons learned/But I, I'm right where you left me"

"I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop/Right when I felt the moment stop/Glass shattered on the white cloth/ Everybody moved on, I, I stayed there/Dust collected on my pinned-up hair/They expected me to find somewhere/Some perspective, but I sat and stared"

Jopper: Invisible String

"Time, mystical time/Cutting me open, then healing me fine/Were there clues I didn't see?/And isn't it just so pretty to think/ All along there was some/Invisible string/Tying you to me?"

"Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire/Chains around me demons/Wool to brave the seasons/One single thread of gold/Tied me to you"

#Stranger Things 4 #Stranger Things Ships #Lumax #Mileven #Elmax #Byler #Duzie #Stancy #Jancy #Ronance #Steddie #Boyce #Jopper #taylor swift #taylor swift lyrics

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vincent-sinclair-deserved-better · 1 year

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Taylor Jane Green

may I introduce, an OC @kalid-raven has inspired me to make, with the possible plan to make them Mia's online friend

Name: Taylor Jane Green

Nicknames: Tay, Jay, Tay-Jay (only if you're very close, otherwise you'll get glared at), Greenie

Gender: Nonbinary (not defined), they/them

Age: 19

Height: 5'6”

Hair: Curly, chin-length, natural red-head but sometimes dye it darker shades. Have it cut into a bob-like style every once in a while, but rarely bother to actually style it. Have, and do, cut “just the tips” themself, or let friends do it.

Eyes: Green-grey

Zodiac Sign: Leo (Aug 8)

Sexual Orientation: Pan

Notable Traits: Small scar through their right brow and another one along her jaw – they used to run around and climb a lot as a child. Never fell off a tree, but was tripped by another kid once. Another time they walked into a sign and learned that head wounds bleed quite a lot.

Style: Jeans and oversized T-shirts with all kinds of prints, video games, quotes, art... whatever strikes their fancy. However, they also wear natural tones a lot, have sweaters and shirts they made themself, and patchwork stuff – some people think it’s weird, but they don’t care much what other people think (anymore). They have a tattoo of the moon phases on their left inner forearm, covering up scars.

Personality: Free-spirited, Kind, Open-minded, Independent, Loyal, Thick-headed, Patient, Restless, Cheerful but serious, when necessary, Observant, Organised

Ability: They can see ghosts, sense other people's feelings, and transfer energy between themself and other living beings (to a small degree, it’s not like sucking out someone’s life force, but they can save dying plants. They found out about this specific ability after they passed out from overdoing it and then did some research). While they have learned to control their energy better and block out others’ emotions, they cannot avoid seeing ghosts. Do try to avoid acknowledging them though, if the ghosts don’t know that Taylor can see them, they usually stay away.

General info: Studying English and working at a small tea shop in the area. They also sell self-made scented candles, soap, and jewelry or charms – both online and at fairs or conventions. Most of the information on these things they got from a notebook their mother left behind after leaving a couple years ago. Their father did his best trying to raise them and got a lot of help from their maternal grandma and aunts. Once they turned 18, they moved to another city to study, keeping contact via text.

At the end of their first semester, in the night after their last exam, they woke up to the feeling of being watched. They saw the silhouette of a person sitting in the chair by her desk and switched on the bedside lamp. To their surprise, the person sitting there was their dad – but how? How had he gotten here? Had their roommate let him in? And why hadn’t he woken her up?

“Jay, I am so sorry it has to be this way. You have to be very strong now, okay? For me?” were the only words he could get out before he disappeared. At first they had told themself it had been imagination, a dream – but then they got the call, their aunt telling them that their father had been shot in their home.

That was the first time they saw a ghost.

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@immortal-velociraptor @myers-meadow @bluecoolr @rottent33th @the-pinstriped-hood @cries-in-latino @angxlslasher

#my ocs #cylas speaks #cylas writes #it's past half 12 this is late for me #taylor janes green #taylor green #jane green #there sure is a lot going on in that moodboard huh #that's what the inside of my head looks like as well btw #moodboard #oc moodboard

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peterxwade24 · 2 months

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 11

Thana and her friends stared up at the massive building, Thana’s eyes going from the side of the building to the gargoyles at the top of the building.

“I expected, something… more.” Chloé pouted at the building and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Not everyone lives in the most luxurious hotel in Paris Chlo.” Adrien reminded his childhood best friend. “Just because you did doesn’t mean that everyone had the same experiences.”

“Thomas and Martha Wayne didn’t want the WE building to seem imposing, they specifically designed it to seem welcoming to passersby. I’ve heard rumors that Mr. Wayne is thinking about remodeling the building to make it more modern, I just hope he keeps the gargoyles.”

“You and I both, Hood.” A tall African-American teen slung an arm around Thana’s shoulders with an easy smile on his face. “What’re you doing in the city?”

“School trip. How’s yer Ma?”

“Ma’s still slaving away at General. Who’re yer friends?”

“Oh! Brandon, these’re my friends. The pretty blonde is Chloé, the less pretty blond is Adrien, the pink-haired one is Alix, the tall one is Kim and the one with the headphones is Nino.” Thana waved her hand at her friends before turning her attention back to Brandon. “What’re you doing here?”

“I took one for the team and shelled out. I got a job with WE to help Ma with the bills.”

Thana nodded, looking pensive, before leaning against his side. “I’m sure yer Ma appreciates yer help, even if she might not understand why ye’ve done it.”

“Excuse me.” Mlle. Bustier called across the group. “If we could all turn our attention towards the building, we could get started with our tour.” Lila and Alya hid snickers behind their hands as Mlle. Bustier eyed Thana.

Kim frowned and stepped between Mlle. Bustier and Thana, turning just so to completely block Thana from her eye line. “Don’t worry Mèo con.”

Brandon rolled his eyes at the teacher and shook out his hands. “So, I’ll see you kids in there. Right?” His face broke out in a grin. “After all, I am your tour guide for this. That is my job.” Brandon broke away from the group of friends, waving over his shoulder as he pulled his ID badge out of his coat pocket.

Adrien, Alix, and Chloé shook their heads, not understanding why anyone would want to work for someone else’s parent’s company. Kim, Nino, and Thana exchanged glances before sighing at their friends.

Mlle. Bustier clapped to regain the class’s attention, and when all eyes were back on her she smiled. “Alright, everyone. Let’s go in.”

The class, led by Mlle. Bustier, walked into the lobby of the WE building. They congregated around the front desk while they waited to be checked in. Several students took out their phones and started scrolling through their various socials, while some of the girls, most notably Lila, Alya, and Rose, started taking pictures.

“I think Ali will like the pictures of their various accomplishments.” Juleka offered Rose when Rose’s phone was suddenly thrust in front of Juleka’s face.

The individual at the front desk finished checking them in, with minimal help from Mlle. Bustier and help from Thana, before motioning for Brandon, who was leaning against a wall not too far away, to come closer.

Brandon approached the group with a smile. “Hello, I hope everyone is doing well on this gloomy Gotham day. My name is Brandon Taylor and I will be your tour guide today. Before we begin,” Brandon grabbed a clear plastic tote off of the desk filled with white “VISITOR” badges, “can everyone come up and grab one of these badges? These badges grant access to all common areas, like the canteen or cafeteria and the bathrooms, as well as a conference room.”

The class approached to collect a badge, nobody pushing anybody under the watchful eye of this supposed stranger. When they had all affixed their badges to the outermost layer of their clothing, to indicate they were a visitor, they all gave their attention to the tour guide.

“Now that everyone has a badge, are there any questions before we get down to business?” Brandon looked over the group and answered all of the easy questions. Finally, it got down to the last of the questions and they could start their tour.

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Nothing really eventful happened during their tour, everyone keeping their hands to themselves and nobody speaking out of turn, and eventually they gathered in the canteen for lunch.

Brandon led them into the canteen, waiting until the group had made a semicircle around him before beginning. “This is the canteen. While you’re here, the CEO, Mr. Drake-Wayne, has stated that you shall receive all of the same perks that the employees do, meaning lunch is on the company.”

The class cheered and started excitedly talking to one another. The sound in the room seemed to swell with all of the additional voices and, in the middle of the room, one individual lowered their head and covered their ears with their hands.

Thana and her friends split from the class to collect their food and sit at one of the free tables. The tables closest to them were filled with WE employees while the rest of the class sat as far away from them as they possibly could. Brandon, as well as several other employees, watched how the class interacted, and watched as the teacher seemed to be oblivious to it all.

“So, what do you think of WE?” Brandon sat down at the table Thana and her friends had sat at and looked around at the six of them.

“It’s pretty cool,” Alix admitted, “I like the gergoyles on the building.”

“The gargoyles were originally put on the building by Alan Wayne in 1888. There are-” Brandon began before Thana cut him off.

“-Thirteen gargoyles. Five on the first tier who watch the five original ways into Gotham, seven more are higher up watching the seven train lines and the final one is way high up facing the airport.”

-*-*-*

News spread quickly throughout the Asylum after the series of visits Jerome had before his release, because Cluemaster gossiped worse than his daughter. Everyone who was in the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane while Jerome was getting ready to be released knew that Hatter’s Girl was back in town and that under no circumstances was Hatter to be around her or all of her aunts and uncles would make whomever was responsible regret it. That is to say, nothing much really changed at the asylum.

Outside of the asylum however, some people cleaned up their acts and other people, other people got worse. People who knew that Hatter’s Girl was back and had plans for how to use the only weakness Red Hood had against him seemed to flock together. People who knew that Hatter’s Girl was the only weakness the Penguin had were quivering in their boots as the people seemed to forget that Penguin and Red Hood were some of the deadliest people when those they held dearest were threatened.

It was only a few short days, nary a week, before Jerome was released and his plans could commence. His plans were simple, get a real job and figure out how he was going to convince his dearest, darling niece to stay in Gotham. He had faith in all of his friends and through their combined effort he was sure they would be able to beg her to stay, and if not stay then at least stay in contact. Jerome was sure she had missed them all as much as they had missed her in her absence.

Jason, however, on the other side of town, was dancing around his kitchen with his son while his brothers and sisters looked on from the counters and the living room.

Duke had never seen a scene so domestic, not even when his parents were alive. He couldn’t believe he got to experience this magical moment.

Dick could barely remember ever seeing his first baby brother being so soft. He was reminded, distinctly, of those first few nights after Bruce brought him home when Jason would follow Alfred and Bruce around like a lost little puppy.

Tim, Steph, and Cass shared a glance. They had never been doted on by their parents like Jason doted on Damian. They would do everything in their power to keep them together and help the family find a bigger place because they were slowly outgrowing the three bedroom apartment.

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Jason had noticed that his siblings were up to something, something devious. Tim refused to leave his laptop open when Jason walked into the same room as him, Cass and Steph would simply stop signing when Jason got close to them. He didn’t know why, but he felt like they were up to something nefarious and he needed to get to the bottom of it.

Dick, on the other hand, kept assuring him that this was normal little sibling behaviour. Jason didn’t feel reassured by that in the slightest, knowing how much of a little shit he had been at their ages, even if Cass was technically older than him. Mostly, Jason just wanted his siblings to tell him what they were up to because most days he felt more like a proud dad than a proud older brother.

It was a couple of hours after Dick and Jason’s conversation when Tim, Steph, and Cass called a family meeting in the living room. The three of them stood in front of the TV, the title page to a slideshow on screen, while they waited for Dick, Jason, Damian, and Duke to sit down.

“Thank you all for coming here today,” Steph began, “we had a proposition for you all.”

Cass held Tim’s laptop and got to press the buttons to make the slideshow work, as she didn’t feel like talking. She pressed the space bar to go to the next slide, a picture of a house surrounded by trees.

“We have been thinking lately that we need a bigger home, so, we found one. It’s in Old Gotham, by The Hill, and it’s this beautiful sprawling ranch house.” Steph started with a glance across her siblings’ faces.

“It’s safe, we checked, and B never patrols by it. It’s technically on Dick’s patrol route but he hasn’t gone past it lately.” Tim filled in while Cass pressed the space bar again. “It’s technically five bedrooms but we all know we’re only really going to use one of them.”

“There’s plenty of space for everyone, even Thana. Mama Selina or Alfred could even stay over when they want to.” Steph looped her arm around Tim’s shoulders and smiled at Cass. “We figured out how to do this for the family, let us, please.”

Cass nodded before pressing the space bar again to display a picture of the backyard off of the alfresco. The yard was filled with plants and trees with plenty of space for their family to do things outside. There was room for them to grow and for Damian to play. Cass watched them all melt, there was room for everyone, even Wally and his kids, even Mar’i.

“I was thinking, we could put in playground equipment, for the littles, but also for us. Mar’i could fly on the monkeybars and Jai and Irey could zip around the yard and Damian could climb to the top of the slide and declare himself the ruler. I promise we have thought this through and we know this is what’s right for us.” Tim’s words were accompanied by the next slide.

The slide featured the same picture from the previous slide but with monkeybars and a slide edited in, the yard was teeming with life and Dick could see it. The picture they had painted with their words, they could have family picnics back there.

“I’m sold.” Duke proclaimed with a smile. “This sounds like a dream.”

“I ditto that. I think we deserve a home and not just a house.” Dick looked at his little brother and could see the hope in his eyes.

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smartycvnt · 2 years

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only you

pairing: chuck taylor x reader

prompt: "shh, you're safe. i won't let you go."

You couldn't breathe. No matter how hard you tried, your lungs weren't taking in air. It felt like something heavy was sitting on your chest, crushing your sternum into bone dust. You didn't often find yourself overwhelmed like this, but when you did, all you could do was wait for it to pass. That's why you had stepped out of the bar about 20 minutes ago. Usually there were signs of it stopping by now, but here you were still going strong.

"Hey." A hand on your shoulder and familiar soft-spoken voice lulled you out of your panicked state a little. Without thinking, you turned and threw yourself into Chuck's arms. Sobs wracked your body and without him there, you'd have fallen onto the ground. "Shh, you're safe. I won't let you go."

Chuck stood there and comforted you until you began to calm down. As your mind cleared, you started to wonder how he managed to always find himself right here with you. You would get overwhelmed and let your world crumble around you until Chuck came to help you pick up the pieces. He had always been the one to help you when you needed it, despite his adamancy that you weren't all that important to him. Your friendship had been strong since the beginning though, even with the obvious hints of more than friendly feelings between the two of you.

"Fuck," you chuckled dryly as you started to pull away from Chuck's embrace. He kept a hand on your back, resting at a respectable spot. Chuck could be a player sometimes, but he hadn't acted that way around you in years.

"Are you okay?" Chuck's voice was full of concern as he watched you carefully.

"Y-yeah, I just needed a minute or twenty-six," you said as you glanced down at your watch. Chuck laughed a little at your joke, glad that you were in the mood for it.

"I don't know what you'd do with me. You were a hot mess out here," Chuck said. You swatted at his chest as you rolled your eyes, but he was right. You were an absolute mess before he got out here. "You wanna go back in or head to the hotel? It's pretty late and I doubt Trent's gonna miss me."

"Who said I wanted you to come with me?" You crossed your arms over your chest as you stared at him. There was a look on his face that reminded you of the first time you had ever met him, back when you had the most embarrassing crush on him. You had tried avoiding him, but the two of you had too much chemistry in the ring for that to last very long.

"You didn't have to. I know you pretty well Y/n," Chuck said. You let up and nodded your head down the street in the direction of the hotel. It was half a block away, and you did admittedly feel safer with Chuck walking you. "Since I am a gentleman, I won't push to stay in your room or anything, but you are free to join me in mine. Just promise me you won't ick it up with your girl germs."

"Spoken like a truly refined gentleman," you laughed. You took Chuck up on his offer to stay with him in his room. He let you borrow some clothes to sleep in and got in Trent's bed while you laid down in his. "I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes, I really don't."

"You'd be fine without me. I, on the other hand, would probably be the world's saddest male stripper." Chuck's comment made you laugh. You had seen Chuck's stripper routine before over the course of your friendship and couldn't argue that it had devolved over the years.

"You look like the guy from Clerks, they wouldn't let you in the club as a dancer," you teased. Chuck scoffed and sat up in Trent's bed. You watched curiously as he got up and moved over to sit at the edge of where you were laying. It was too late when you realized what he was about to do, tickling your sides while he told you to take back what you said. You stayed strong though, your saving grace being Trent getting back to the room to break things up between the two of you.

"You're not sleeping in my bed tonight," Trent said as he flopped onto the mattress. Chuck rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he looked at you, silently asking it was okay he slept in the same bed as you.

"Come on, you can even be the little spoon," you told him. Chuck scoffed at the notion he would even want to be little spoon, but took the offer anyways. You pressed the side of your face against his back as you got comfortable. Chuck pulled your hands up to his face to kiss your knuckles before letting them drop back down by his waist. "Night guys."

"Night!" Trent and Chuck said at the same time. You pressed a kiss to the back of Chuck's shoulder, smiling against his skin when you heard him hum happily.

"Love you," Chuck mumbled quietly. It was meant for you and you alone, which made your heart beat a little faster. Maybe you weren't as over that crush as you had originally thought you were, but maybe the feelings were different now.

#aew #aew x reader #aew imagine #aew imagines #chuck taylor #chuck taylor x reader #chuck taylor imagine #chuck taylor imagines

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railingsofsorrow · 1 year

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I just wanted you to know that this is me trying

[regulus black x james potter]

summary: regulus and james are officially together but sirius seems to have a problem with that; meanwhile remus helps his boyfriend understand some stuff.

pairings: james potter × regulus black; sirius black x remus lupin; marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadowes.

w.c: 4.4K

warnings/content: sexuality conflicts; black brothers angst; pandora being the loml; jegulus fluff.

first installment of the "this is me trying series"

[sequel to the “mirroball” mini-fic]

[this is a part of “the taylor swift anthology”]

[chapter two; chapter three; chapter four; epilogue; bonus chapter; bonus chapter]

A/N: I've got no friends therefore no social life and now that my classes are almost over this is my comeback from a terrible writer's block <3

A/N²:!disclaimer!: all the characters belong to jkr but this specific jegulus plot is mine (obviously). I neither like her or condone the stuff she did/said, just to make that clear.

彡 .ೃ࿐ ೃ⁀➷彡 .ೃ࿐ ೃ⁀➷彡 .ೃ࿐ ೃ⁀➷

Marauder's Dormroom.

"He never told me anything."

"You weren't speaking to him ever since you left that house."

"But still, he never told me a thing."

"You weren't speaking to each other." Remus repeated slowly as if he was talking to a seven year old that couldn't grasp a sentence yet. Sirius groaned loudly.

"Are you gonna say it again?"

"Don't mind me, Black. I'm just trying to understand what you're saying. How could Reg have told you anything if you didn't even look at him around Hogwarts?" He closed his book, deciding he could no longer concentrate on it.

"What about James? Why didn't James-"

"Alright. Listen to me," Remus adjusted his position so he was sitting with his body turned to Sirius', giving his full attention. Sirius tilted his head and a dark strand slipped from behind his ear. Remus was the werewolf but Sirius was the one that looked like a puppy. "What it is that is really bothering you? The fact that Regulus has feelings for your best friend, or the fact that he has feelings for a boy?"

Sirius gave Remus an alarmed look, "You think my problem is about my brother liking a boy?”

“I'm asking you a question, there's no need to get defensive about it.”

Sirius frowned deeply, inhaling sharply as he stood up and walked around the room. Remus' bed. He didn't remember the last time he even laid on his. For some reason, Remus' was more comfortable.

“I know that I was a prick about this exact subject a few years back;” Sirius explained, crossing his arms. “But I didn't know anything. I didn't knew what I wanted but now I know.” Because I'm with you and I don't regret a bit about it. Those words were implicit. He gave his boyfriend a pointed look. “So, to answer your question, I couldn't care less if Regulus has feelings for a boy. But the fact that they hid it from me for so long? Yes, that bothers me.”

Remus nodded, studying Sirius shifty demeanor carefully. “That's fair.”

Sirius scoffed, “Is that all you have to say?”

Remus sighed, “What do you want me to say? You're feeling betrayed and it's valid. I don't blame you.”

“But...?” Sirius pressed with a roll of his eyes, knowing Remus had more to say. And he would probably be right.

The corner of Lupin's lips lifted in a smirk, “But, James was scared that you would be mad at him because it is your brother he's involved with after all. And Reggie, well...”

“He didn't have an opening to talk to me?” Remus snickered at Sirius glare. “You are so picking sides right now. I'm your boyfriend! You should be at my side, not Regulus'!”

Remus chuckled softly, resting his back against the chair and relaxing his legs. “I'm not picking sides, Sirius.”

Sirius cried out “Moony” as he threw himself in Remus' bed again. Face down to the mattress so his voice was muffled and Remus couldn't hear what he was saying.

Remus rolled his eyes and walked towards his bed, hearing the wood crack under the weight of both men. He lifted his hand to tangled it in Sirius' locks. When he received no reaction, he sighed, lowering to the neck, caressing the skin over there.

“Siri?”

Sirius mumbled something inaudible.

Remus gave a soft bite in his ear, gaining a surprised sound in response.

“I am not picking sides.” Remus repeated, kissing the area he had just bit. “Jus' trying to make you see from a different point of view. James makes him feel happy, I can see that. Not only that but Reg makes Prongs happy, too. They hid it from me as well, you don't think I was upset?”

That was what made Sirius raise his head to meet Remus' amber eyes in a curious glance.

“But I know why they did it.” Remus tried to reason, eyes softening at Sirius' messy hair. Looks like a tiny lion. “They were scared. We were scared too, weren't we?”

A pink tone traveled through Sirius cheeks in slight shame. “I suppose so.”

Remus smiled, “Then don't hold it against them for long.”

Sirius sighed, looking down at Remus' covered chest and playing with the collar of the sweater. “'kay.”

“I'll still hold it against them for a few hours more though.” He said after a moment of peaceful silence.

Remus laugh echoed through the room.

“You're such a diva.”

“And you love me.”

“And I love you.”

There was no denying in that.

“I'll talk to him.” Remus heard a small voice say, “D'you— d'you think he will forgive me?”

“If you forgive him too, that is.”

Sirius traced the same word on Remus' arm distractedly, “I have. A long time ago.”

“Then, he will forgive you too, love.”

Sirius scratches his eyes, he was sleepy, “How are you so sure about everything?”

“I'm not.” Remus chuckled, squeezing him in his embrace. “I'm really not.”

But he was sure about something: them. And that wouldn't change any time soon.

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Hogwarts Library.

Pandora couldn't understand how people didn't like to study Ancient Runes. It was the most amazing—after Care of Magical Creatures, of course— subject in Hogwarts.

She could spend hours reading books about runes and their history and their meaning. Each symbol was a bit special to her.

“Lestrange.”

The blonde girl didn't really pay attention to her surroundings when she was concentrating on something, so Pandora did not notice Sirius Black scooting over in a chair by her side without permission.

“Lestrange.” Sirius hissed, eyeing around as if he was supposed to be caught doing an awful crime.

He didn't get along with Regulus' friends, and vice versa. He was still getting used to the fact that Regulus was speaking to James.

Pandora looked up startled. Upon seeing Sirius she tilted her head, “Black?”

“That is my name, yes.”

Her bright baby blue eyes narrowed him down, “What did you do this time?”

Sirius gave her an aggravated look, “Why would I have done anything?”

“Because you only come to me when you need to know about Reggie or when you're guilty about saying something mean to him.”

A twist of lips later, Sirius replied, “In my defense, I'm trying.”

She closed the book with a thud, “You're not trying enough.”

“I'm aware of that. Now, would you please stop with the hostility so I can explain?”

Pandora raised her eyebrows in a disinterested look, “Go ahead, then.” Sirius thanked her with a scoff.

“I need to... to talk to Reggie.”

“Alright...?”

“And— And I.” He gulped, nervous, “I need—”

“You need me to convince him to talk to you, is that it?” She deadpanned, “This is your fight, you screwed up, I shouldn't even be involved.”

“Merlin,” He pressed a finger against his forehead, slightly annoyed at her behaviour. He wasn't aware Pandora was so damn protective. “Okay. I'm trying to have a better relationship with my brother. I want to mend things with him, I want to understand him again.” The last part he shouldn't have said out loud, it was just something that went over his head at the moment, but it wasn't a lie. He did want to understand his brother. Regulus was no longer the young boy he left at 12th Grimmauld Place, that used to obey every bit of his parent's orders and speak quietly because it was impolite to do otherwise. No. He was different. He wanted to be apart of this difference. He wanted to be there for him.

That seemed to calm Pandora's armour and she relaxed her shoulders. “Fine. What do you need help with?”

Sirius sighed in relief.

★

Outside Area around the Castle. After classes.

"Smoke this shit away from my face, Marlene." Mary cursed, waving off the smoke with both of her arms.

Marlene shifted away from Mary and closer to her girlfriend so she could lay her head down on Dorcas' lap. In the middle of the position change, Dorcas took the blunt between Marlene's lips and pressed against her own, receiving a frown from the blonde. She sent her a wink in response.

"When are we shopping for dresses?" Emmeline Vance asked, face buried in homework as her eyes drifted fast though the page.

"We can go to Hogsmead this weekend?" Marlene offered, stealing the weed stick back from Dorcas, who didn't even blink. Lily mumbled in agreement by Remus' side. "I don't feel like getting a dress though."

"Oh?" Emmeline muttered, interested enough to lift her head this time. "Are you thinking skirts? Because I wanted to change for a bit this year..."

Dorcas chuckled quietly by herself as Marlene rolled her eyes, "No, Em. Like, pants n' stuff. Wanna feel comfortable while dancing my brains out."

Emmeline widened her eyes, "But- but we have a dress code."

"Yes, and?" Marlene shrugged, "Dumbledore will expel me because I didn't follow his dressing desires?"

Remus eyes softened when Emmeline blushed, embarrassed. He scooted closer to where she was, calling her attention on a question she had mistook the spell. They started discussing it afterwards.

"What about dates, girls?" Mary sing-songed, closing her eyes when the wind blew on her curls. "Have you all got someone?"

Lily, who was writing a letter to her parents, almost smudged the parchment.

"I do," Dorcas leaned down to press a kiss to Marlene's nose.

"Obviously." Marlene intertwined their fingers with a small smile.

Mary rolled her eyes with an expression of adoration towards the girls. She turned to the ones who stood silent.

“Rem, Lily, Em...?” Mary tilted her head, feeling the sun bathe her skin. “Sorry, Remus. I said girls, but you're included, too.”

“Alright.” He chuckled. “I'm not really in the mood for parties.”

Mary groaned, rolling her eyes. “What are you going to do during the night then? Shove a book in your face while everybody else has fun?”

“There's nothing wrong with reading, Mary.” Emmaline chipped in, still concentrated on her homework. She was almost finished.

Mary turned her attention towards the only quiet one, nudging the red haired feet with her foot. Lily looked up startled, “What about you, Lils? Although I bet James already asked you two months ago.”

Everyone shared laughs at that, except Lupin, who studied Lily quietly for her reaction. He could feel her uncomfortableness radiating by his side.

“Huh, actually...” Lily said, eyes shifting to her own little audience. “Yes, yes, he did.” Remus could feel his insides burst with something; it was embarrassment.

How on earth would she get out of this now?

“Was it romantic?” Lily's chest was constructing so hard she night cry in the next question Mary did. “James Potter has been in love with you since third year. I don't doubt you'll get married, too—”

“Who's getting married?” Sirius walked up to them, plotting down besides Dorcas and Marlene. He send a wink to Remus, who rolled his eyes.

“Lily and James, as soon as Hogwarts is finished. Wanna bet?” Mary grinned mischievously to him. Sirius frowned and Remus gave him a stern look, to not answer anything stood, he immediately understood.

“Nah, don't really need to bet something that's already written.” He shrugged. Lily stared at him for a while, almost crushing the parchment in her hand.

The red-haired then got up, pushing her robes down as she did, not even bothering to clean the leaves and dirt in the fabric for she had been sat on the grass this whole time. Grabbing her stuff, she stormed off in the school's direction.

“What just happened?” Mary widened her eyes, watching her friend go. “Did I said something—”

“I think you've been forcing James down her throat for a long time now,” Everyone who was confused became startled by Emmaline's contribution to the situation. She didn't even looked up, “Yes, they may go on dates and things of the sorts but what if she doesn't want to marry him? Or even seriously date him?”

Remus and Sirius shared nervous glances.

“You made a good point,” Marlene said guilty, “You think we've being too much with her about this?”

Emmaline hummed in agreement. She sighed when she was done with the assignment, throwing it in Remus' lap so he could correct it.

“I'll apologize later, I guess.” Mary muttered, still confused.

★

Dinner Time. The Great Hall.

James Potter spit out all of the orange juice in his mouth, sputtering out liquid from his lungs because it had entered the wrong pipe. Some students sitting around the table gave him a disgusted look.

“You did what, Wormtail?”

Peter was too interest in his food to mind the looks James was giving him. “Invited Macdonald to the Winter Ball, this afternoon. Are you deaf today?”

“Why would you do that?” James cried, passing a hand through his curls.

Peter pulled a face, “Because I fancy her? And I don't like pinning like you lot do, I'd rather go for it.”

James scoffed, clearly offended. “Pining? Right.” He hasn't been pining for a long time. He had gone for it, but Peter didn't need to know it yet. “What did Mary said?”

“She said yes!” Peter shrieked, dropping his fork, “Why? Do you think she'd say no?!”

“I don't know, it's just a question!” James raised his arms in surrender.

Peter sighed, resting against his chair, “Did you know there's a rumor going around the castle?” James narrowed his eyes at him, “About Padfoot...?”

James almost felt relieved that it wasn't about him. “Which rumor?”

“That he is inviting Pandora to go with him to the Ball.”

James froze his hand on the cup, “What?”

“Yes,” Peter said in a hushed tone, leaning forward on the table as if he was going to say an important secret. “They've been meeting secretly at the library.”

“Merlin, where are you hearing these things, Wormy!”

“Around!”

“Then stop believing this stuff!” James scowled, glaring at some girls that were staring at his table. “What!” They quickly looked away.

His honey brown met stormy ones in the other side of the room and he instantly relaxed.

He'd have to ask Reg about it. Why on earth would Pandora and Sirius even go the Winter Ball together? What about Remus?

What if something happened between them? God, James was so out of the loop these days.

The tension with Sirius was up through the roof. They barely spoke after that night and Remus didn't share much either, so he was completely lost.

★

Right after dinner. Greenhouse.

“You have that face. What's wrong?” Regulus took James out of his turmoils.

James frowned, plucking some flowers. “I don't have a face.”

“You do,” Regulus says, tilting his head as he watches his boy move around. “If you don't want to talk about it, it's alright.”

“I have a feeling something will go terribly wrong at any moment.” James blurts out, throwing a flower on the ground with a shake of his head. “And I don't know what to do about it. How to fix it. If there's anything to be fixed—”

“You don't have to fix everything, James.” Regulus retorts, approaching him, “It's not your burden to carry. To fix everything around you.”

“I know!” James marvels, startling himself as the sound comes out of his mouth. He never yelled. He instantly felt his throat constrict. But Regulus didn't even blink. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...”

"You don't need to apologize." Regulus brushed James' wild strands away from his forehead, causing the other boy to sigh in delight. "Is there anything I can help with?"

James played with the rings in Regulus' fingers; he realized Reggie liked rings as much as Sirius liked bracelets.

"Do you know anything about Sirius and Pandora going to the Winter Ball together?"

Regulus hummed in response, "I've heard it on the corridors."

"So, she didn't tell you anything? If it's true?"

That made the Black boy chuckle, "True? Pandora and Sirius? C'mon, James. You're supposed to be smart."

James pouts, lowering his head to rest on Regulus chest. He felt the thumping against his ears, calming him down. "Why are the rumours happening then?" Regulus tensed slightly and James looked up at him.

"Sirius is trying to... talk to me. So, I guess Pandora is the easiest way to do it."

James frowned, "He is?" See? He was out of the loop on this, too. "Have you two talked then?"

"No," Regulus said, "Not yet. I don't put much faith he will keep this up either." He then searched for something in James' expression. "He didn't tell you?"

A scoff left James' mouth, "We're not really on speaking terms, Reg."

Regulus stared at him in bewilderment, "Why?" He couldn't begin to think why James and Sirius, the inseparable and untouchable pair, would stop speaking to each other.

"Ever since he found out about... us. Well, it didn't go too well."

"Ever since he found out...." Regulus voice failed, "Sirius knows about us?" James opened his mouth and closed it a few times, not answering. "James. Since when does he know?"

"A few- a few weeks?"

"A few weeks?!"

"Two. At most!" James spurts out desperately.

"And you didn't think of telling me about this?" Regulus retracts his hands, a hurt look in his eyes.

"I didn't even thought about this, Reg. I'm sorry, alright? It was my mistake, it kind of got out-"

"Oh, so you told him? You told my brother we were together and didn't think that discussing it with me beforehand was necessary?"

James stepped back as if he had been slapped, "I did think it was necessary, Reg. But it happened and I couldn't take it back." He watched Regulus walk further towards the glassed windows of the Greenhouse and he had to refrain himself from reaching out and holding him. "I'm sorry, love. I should've told you sooner that he knew."

"You should have."

James gulped at the numbness in his voice.

When Regulus turned around, James was almost afraid to meet his eyes. "I'm not mad at you."

"What?"

"I know you didn't do it on purpose." Regulus said, rolling his eyes. "What did he say?"

James bit his cheek, adjusting his glasses subconsciously. "Uh."

Regulus narrowed his eyes, "What, James?"

"He made it very clear not to hurt you." James said, studying Regulus carefully. "Which I'd never think of doing, really." Regulus hummed, crossing his arms. "Then, well."

"Then what, Potter?"

"He punched me. But it didn't even hurt-"

"Sirius punched you?" Regulus asked, voice stone cold as he stepped closer to James, inspecting his features as if he would find the wound inflicted by his brother. "Where?"

"Doesn't matter, Reggie."

"Well," Regulus crossed his arms, "Did you punch him back?" James widened his eyes.

"What? Uh, I-"

Regulus let out an exhale, the corner of his lips turning up. "Who am I kidding? You couldn't hurt a fly."

"Hey!" James pouted, "I would've punched him back if Remus hadn't pulled us back."

"Right. Of course." Regulus grinned, relaxing his shoulders. "This is why you and Sirius are stranded?"

"A bit, yeah." He answered sincerely. He then lifted his hand to touch Regulus' cheek softly, "But this isn't your fault, alright?"

"It seems like it is a little." Before James could retort, Regulus pecked his lips. "But I don't care. Don't regret being with you at all. About you and Sirius... He will come around. He cares about you, so don't worry too much, okay?"

"He cares about you, too, you know? You're his brother."

"Does he even considers me his brother anymore?" Regulus smiled bitterly, looking down at their shoes. "We haven't talked since... Since he left."

James touched Regulus' chin, traveling his finger down to his neck. "Of course, he does. He talks about you, Reg. He just doesn’t know how to approach. But he'll figure it out. And you'll- you'll leave that house, too, right?"

Regulus buried his nose in James neck, breathing in his scent. "I'm trying to, James."

"I know, love."

“Will you have patience with me?”

“Why would you even ask that? Of course I will. I'm just here to give you strength and maybe some pushes.” Regulus laughed and James smiled, eyes glinting with fondness. “Just like you do with me.”

“I do?” He asks, eyebrows creasing slightly.

James rolls his eyes, pulling him closer by the hip. “All the time you don't even realize it.” That brought a smile to Regulus' features.

“Okay, Shakespeare. I need to go. Got Quidditch practice in five minutes, I'm already late.” Regulus says, making James pout, stealing another kiss from him. When they split apart, the Black flicked James' forehead, who mumbled a ow! “You are making me late!”

“I don't regret it!”

“Bye, Potter.” Regulus leaves a last kiss on his cheek and moves towards the exit of the Greenhouse, before James calls out his name again and he turns around. “Ouch!” Regulus covers the wounded spot with his hand, glaring at James for the payback.

“Bye, baby.” And Regulus flicks him off, exiting the Greenhouse with a stupid smile.

★

2:03p.m. Hogwarts Halls.

Mary MacDonald didn't think twice about saying a lot of things. Most of the time she just blurted it out and deal with it. Her friends were used to it.

Until she go overboard. Like she did with Lily. Her best friend. Somehow, she didn't realize what was going on and just teased the redhead without a second thought. And she was beating herself up for it. As she should. Whoever would think about hurting Lily Evans should consider their options upon still belonging to the living realm; if Mary didn't find them first.

But, she did that. She hurt Lily. Now, she'd have to fix it.

Throughout the whole castle, Mary couldn't find Lily until the end of the afternoon, when they had the same last class of the day.

“Lils!”

Lily jerked back at the sound, searching for the culprit. Mary. She immediately tensed.

“Hi, d'you have a minute?” Mary asked with her big brown eyes staring into Lily's soul.

How could she even say no to that?

Lily nodded, holding her books against her chest tightly as they walked to a more pacified hall.

“I wanted to say sorry about yesterday,” Mary says quietly, “It wasn't my intention to upset you, I just thought that because James has always been all over you—”

“Right.” Lily interrupts her abruptly, “James has been all over me since third grade, and you've been all over this subject every bloody week of this month. What it is with me and James that irks you so much, Mary?”

A look of incredulity flashed before Mary's facial features, “N-nothing! I just think you two are cute, why are you so bothered by it?!”

“Because it is very annoying!” Lily snapped, not realising the hold she had on the books had eased, causing them to fall. One fell right on her foot. And she emitted a shriek of pain. “Shit!”

“Here, let me—”

“No!” Lily waved a hand at her, making Mary stop walking towards her in astonishment. “I don't need your help. I'm fine.”

She flinched, massaging her hurt foot. With no much of a minute later, she collected the books and left the hallway wimping without looking back.

Mary stood there, students passing over her, unmoving. She didn't know why Lily had gotten so mad. She didn't know she was being too much. But most of all, she didn't know why the idea of Lily Evans and James Potter irked her so much. It wasn't truthful interest. It was actually... bothersome.

Bothersome?

She's your best friend, you should be happy for her! Her mind screamed. But she wasn't happy. She was bothered. She just didn't know the whole reason behind it yet.

★

It was evening when the Slytherin Quidditch practice was officially over; all the boys and girls scrambled around, some running to take a shower and others stayed in the field to lose time with friends.

Regulus could not stand the sweat in his body after a round of playing— he felt disgusted. So he'd take a shower before anything else. Just as he was changing out of his dirty uniform, something slipped out. A small torn out piece of paper.

Need you at the Black Lake by eight o'clock. Urgently.

P.S

He didn't need to recognize the initials to know whom that neat handwriting belonged to: Pandora.

It said 'urgently'. He wonders if something happened. Why over the Black Lake? He didn't ponder much before rashly putting on his robes and leaving the changing room.

The Black Lake was one of the places where the sun took longer to set. It was strange being there at that time of the evening, darkness clouding over some corners. Pandora did not like places like that, especially at that hour. What on earth was she up to?

“Pandora?” He called out, searching for her bright blonde hair. He couldn't see her anywhere. A quiet curse left his lips when he imagined that something must've happened to her. But what? He had no ideia. And now he didn't know where she was either—

“Regulus.”

His hands tightened around the note, tousling it around the edges. His whole body freezing.

That wasn't his best friend's voice. Not in the slightest. And he was scared to turn around to face the person that called out his name after months of pretending he didn't exist.

Regulus wished he was hallucinating. Because when he did turn around slowly, the last person he wanted to see that night was the one standing before him, seven steps away, at most.

His brother.

#this is me trying series #the t.s anthology masterlist #jegulus fanfiction #james potter x regulus black

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pick-em-pool · 5 months

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WEEK 13

LADIES. GENTLEMEN. ROCKY. ENZO. TAYLOR. TRAVIS. It's officially the HOME STRETCH 🏁🏁🏁 As we have a mere 5 weeks left until a champion is crowned 👑 Who will take home the big bucks 💲 and who will have the ignominy of LAST PLACE this year?!?!

RUSTY - 10 POINTS

The top performer of the week moves himself into 6th place 📈 Does Rusty have what it takes to claw himself into the top 3 this year? I HOPE so 🙏 because I heard he's going to donate any winnings to the Sorry-Maguire-But-Logan-Is-My-Favorite-Son-And-Also-Better-Looking-Than-You fund. It's a charity group for handsome youths, please consider donating to such a worthy cause everyone 😎

PEYTON - 9 POINTS

A great week with 9 points is not QUITE enough for Peyton to escape the current 3-way tie for 3rd place 3️⃣ He'll have to be laser focused in these last few weeks to grab some of the money 💰 Hopefully he can spend it on installing more closet space in the apartment so he won't have to live out of his suitcase like a wandering hobo 😭

ABBY - 9 POINTS

Despite having never watched a game of professional football in her entire life, Abby is firmly in the mix for some moolah this year 💳 🤷‍♂️ It seems like her backflip of doom didn't scramble her brain TOO badly. Unfortunately the sheer embarrassment of it also meant she had to move out of Florida, block all her friends, and assume a new name of Billy-Bob Jones in Mississippi. Prayers up for Billy-Bob 😢😢😢

VAL - 9 POINTS

It's an absolute BRAWL in 3rd place right now, with Val fighting it out for a top place and some top dollars 💰💲💸 She had a chance to breakout but her faith in the Steelers once again let her down 😫 Before anyone picks the Steelers again, just know that this is a real tweet from their new quarterback:

Obviously, the Steelers are finishing 5-0 🏆

JULIETTE - 9 POINTS

The solid 9 points isn't enough to dig JuJu out of last place just yet 😪 This poor performance is ruining her Reputation 😑 After a Fearless start, she's on Red alert 🚨🚨 can she turn it around and make a comeback worthy of Folklore? or with she be remembered as a loser Evermore!!!

JANIE - 9 POINTS

The two-time champion is having a one-time TERRIBLE season for sure! 😭😭😭 I'm rather worried about what we're all walking into in Arizona, I don't think the Scottsdale regional paddleball tournament WINNER is used to being seventh place 👿👿👿

JJ - 8 POINTS

Truly the most difficult spot to be, JJ is in 4th place and juuust barely out of the money for now 🏃‍♂️ Can he lock-in and finish with some cash? 🤑 I can see the determination on his face, and it's NOT A LOOK, IT'S AN EMOTION 😤😤😤 No one knows what it means but it's provocative - IT GETS THE PEOPLE GOING 💯💯💯

LISA - 8 POINTS

She's been #1 for 13 Weeks, can she hold on for 5 more?!?! 🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️🧗‍♂️ Lisa had had the most dominate performance of ANYONE in ANY of the season's we have done the pick-em pool 🥇🥇🥇 and yet despite that she's on in the lead by SIX points 📏 will she be able to hold and make HISTORY 📜 and MONEY 💲 but mostly MONEY 💲💲

GABBY - 8 POINTS

Lisa left the door OPEN 🚪 this week with only 8 points but Gabby wasn't able to capitalize on it 👎 And so she stays in second place for now 🥈 She's also responsible for the delayed update today, as I had to take a nap after I woke up. LAST time Gabby and I wake up together!!!

6:30 AM

Gabby: I'm going to make a coffee, what do you want, tea? do you like tea? what's your favorite tea? Me personally I like coffee

Me: (silence)

Gabby: Is that jacket going to be warm enough? Maybe you need a new jacket? I'm going to get you a new jacket, what color do you want?

Me: (silence)

Gabby: I saw this video on Instagram - would you still love me if I turned into a worm? You better take care of me if I turn into a worm

Me: OK let's play the quiet game

ALRIGHT EVERYONE ITS TIME TO LOCK IN AND FINISH STRONG! SEE YOU NEXT WEEK 😎

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pierced through the heart but never killed: being the weird girl

spent christmas alone this year (and subsequently became disillusioned with life) now i’m writing this. tw for depression, loneliness, childhood trauma, bullying kind of.

so it seems midnight’s have become my afternoons. maybe i should actually do something with my time. i could finally start that book i’ve been meaning to write, or work on my screenplay (believe me i know how that sounds). maybe i could watch a show that isn’t sailor moon. or maybe i could just get out of my head long enough to stop thinking everything to death and start doing something about it.

i have these issues, you see. i mean, doesn’t everyone? but when i talk about it with my partner that’s how i describe them, issues, as if calling them that makes them any more manageable. where did all of these ideas come from? is what i’d actually like to know. what affect did it have on me being the weird kid in elementary school? having 2, maybe 3 friends in middle school? having people, friends, hang out at the park literally a block away from your house, without you? when you were supposed to be walking to school with your friends, but they walked ahead of you and then wondered why you were upset. when you’re only in a group for a project because “the teacher said we couldn’t say no.” you get picked last for team sports (last after the kid that everyone hates and the girl who thinks she’s a cat and meows), because you suck, and you’ll always suck at everything. to them you will, and i’m sorry to tell you kid, but you’ll carry those things with you for the rest of your life.

but honestly, why should i expect more? i grew up in an environment where i was essentially made to give all of myself to everyone around me, and expect nothing in return. so why should i expect anything less than nothing when i need it? why is it your fault that i can’t manage my expectations? that after all this time i still expect, actually maybe that’s the wrong word, i still ache and yearn and rip myself open for the chance that someone will do something. someone will make me feel like i’ve come in first place for once in my life. someone will see me, and choose me, and love me, despite everything. and this really isn’t fair, because someone has. my partner chooses me, and loves me and sees me, and it’s my fault that i can’t accept it, or i want more, or i can’t even comprehend what they’re saying to me. because for some reason words aren’t enough, and actions aren’t enough and nothing is enough.

like taylor swift says in the verse i’ve directly referenced in the title of this piece, “sometimes i feel like everybody is a sexy baby, and i’m the monster on the hill, too big to hang out, slowly lurching towards you’re favourite city, pierced through the heart but never killed.” i am the monster on the hill, and i have been for a long, long time. too big to hang out? how about too weird? too desperate? emotional? i want too much attention? i just want your attention. i got broken up with when i was in high school and i ate lunch in my car for 2 months because my “friends” made me feel as though i couldn’t hang out with them anymore. an arrow in the heart. i’ve been ghosted 7 times (some my fault some not), 7 arrows to the heart. i cried once a year in public for every year i was in elementary school. right through the heart. how many more arrows can i take? why won’t any of them kill me?

there is no beauty in this feeling. this bubbling jealousy, catastrophic rage, harrowing all consuming sadness. believe me, i’ve tried to turn into something beautiful, to make it have any meaning in my life, it doesn’t. i’m a tragic character in my own life, forced to relive these memories over and over every time i feel like i’m last place. when you ask me where i am, it’s here. when you ask me why i don’t think i’m enough, it’s because of this. there’s only so long you can be naive before you realize that you’re the common denominator. before you realize that it was too exhausting for everyone else to root for the anti-hero, hell, i’m exhausted.

and i want this to have a happy ending, i want all of the choices to be easy and have no consequences. i want to understand how loved i am by the people who don’t see me as a deranged mess of all my worst moments. i want to say the things without saying them. choose me, it’s easy, it is. but it isn’t, and that’s not even the choice. not every thing that someone does that isn’t spending time with me is a choice not to spend time with me. and just because i have an issue with putting up boundaries, doesn’t mean that you should. instead of saying to myself, well i would do anything for them, why won’t they do the same for me? maybe i should ask myself why it is that i would do anything? why, in this scenario, am i expendable?

and the answer is really quite simple, if i’m expendable i won’t be alone, and if i’m not alone i won’t run out of things to do to keep me from really thinking about these issues, my issues. there’s only so long i can keep procrastinating these thoughts, but if you’re here i don’t have to worry about procrastinating, i just have to think about what will make you happy. because if you’re happy you won’t leave, and if you won’t leave i won’t be alone. if we stay right here and we don’t move, nothing bad will happen, you won’t see all of this, and leave. if we stay here there’s no more arrows in the heart, if we stay here i won’t have to pull them out and heal the wound. but if we stay here i’ll never get better, and this will never be fair, and i will do this again and again and again, and you will feel bad, and i will feel bad for making you feel bad, and it will never end.

maybe it’s time to burn down the schools, metaphorically, maybe it’s time to take a breath in, and a breath out, and realize that nothing can be done about the past anymore. that i bought something a long long time ago, and it’s time to return it.

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