#jean girlies make some noise

[atomicqueer]

"i can fix him" complex but its referring to the massive pile of ripped and/or ill fitting clothing i own that i have not even begun to mend and/or alter yet

#complining a list of items and what needs to be done and its literally 'black jeans. 1 black jeans 2. old black jeans. older black jeans.' #(all with the thighs blown out. (thick thigh girlies with an addiction to black skinny jeans make some noise 🎉)) #also so much shit i bought at thrift stores that i couldnt try on before buying #that i wont return. cause. you know. i can fix him 🥺🥺🥺 #anyway. new years resolution is to fix him (them)

[bigbawdy-benzz]

*Touches your shoulder* Hey~ what about 42! Miles morales x shy!reader

SUPER SHY

Pairing: Miles42! X Shy! Black Plus size Fem Reader

Summary : Y/N has been infatuated with miles for a hot minute but she's too shy to say anything and to make the first move. She would never think that he knows of her or even notices her until one small incident.

A/N: Miles is any age you want him to be in the fic, New jeans dropped super shy and it goes with this fic perfectly! THANK YOU FOR THE REQ As a recovering shy person you know I had to do my big one with this one ENJOY GUYS!!! Here’s Pt.2

It was a new day at Visions Academy; you blasted Tyler the Creator in your air pods while walking through the hallways. It was soothing to sound out all the noise. You walk into your first class ELA sitting down sighing wanting to go home. You put your head down wanting to get the school day over with. You suddenly hear noises over your headphones. You look to your left, and it was Miles and his friends being loud, you roll your eyes at his friends but keep your eyes on Miles, he looked so fine with his 2 braids you thought to yourself. You didn’t even realize you were staring, Miles looked feeling eyes on him making eye contact with you grinning. You felt your heart drop to your ass, thinking that he wouldn’t even notice you. To you, you thought Miles was kind of out of your league, he was kind of popular, all the girls wanted him, and he was sooooo incredibly fine. It's not that you don’t like yourself; it was just rare seeing him around girls like you that made you feel like getting his attention was impossible but, you always had his attention you just never noticed it. You decided to stop zoning out overthinking and started doing your work occupying yourself. You nod your head to WUSYUNAME by Tyler the Creator finishing your work just in time class was over. You see everyone else packing their things and you do the same leaving the classroom, you see your friends huddled by your locker.

“HEYYY Y/N” your friend Ocean yells out, you take one of your airpods out waving at her walking up to her and your other friend.

“Hey girlies” You said with a smile

“Girl how's it going with you know who?” Your other friend Aaliyah asks

“Horrible, well not really I was staring at him and he grinned at me so you can say it's over” You huff covering your face.

“I meannnn him grinning at you is amazing he noticed you babes” Ocean stated rubbing Y/N’s back

“Yeah it's better than him screwing his face up”. Aaliyah adds while you were putting your things in your locker.

“Yeah lets just get to math before Ms.Nelson gets on our ass and she gets mad yelling at us” You stated with a laugh closing your locker walking to class.

“Oh yeah she might call my mom again on her bullshit” Ocean huffs

“Nah we need to find her a good wig she’ll be nice to us for a good 2 weeks”. Aaliyah announces.

“No fr and set her ass up on a date she needs some dick” You chimed in laughing your ass off.

“YOO yall evil for this shit she needs more like locs she can’t keep that wig shit too high maintenance for her ''. Ocean replies, it was all laughs walking to class until you bump into someone

BOOM!

Your books and their books drop on the floor and you’re incredibly embarrassed scrambling to pick your things up, trying not to crease your Jordans.

“I'm so so sorry” You say picking up their books and yours.

“No it's ok…you don’t have to pick my books up after all I bumped into you” They say catching you off guard recognizing the voice. He bends down helping you pick up the books.

“No I bumped into you it's my fault i'm sorry” Y/N apologies once again

“Stop apologizing, it's okay mamita I just need to watch where I'm going next time”. They say helping you up, the way that ‘mamita’ rolled off their tongue had you weak in the knees.

“Im Miles” He says, giving you a smile, handing you your books.

#astv fanfic #astv fluff #astv fic #astv miles #miles x reader #miles 42 x reader #42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles 42 #chubby!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #hobi x reader #hobie x y/n #1610 miles x reader #black reader #plus size reader #1610 miles morales #spiderverse x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #earth 42 miles x you #miles fluff #miles42xplussizereader #miles42xreader #miles42xblackreader

[icallhimjoey]

So, have you ever thought about this: Joey agreed to casually have sex with you but finds himself not being able to be casual about it at all so he starts trying to make a connection but you’re running away from these conversations?

(Having an intense måneskin-phase, can’t get over Baby said) ✨

- @nadixm

the way this request lit something on FIRE inside of me was a little unexpected, but thank you so much for sending it in! wasnt able to stop thinking about it after receiving it, so, <3 (girlies, this is obviously going to be 18+ so proceed with caution, and minors: fuck off) Wordcount: 3.9K

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More Than This

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You were pretending you didn’t catch that.

But you’d seen him look.

Had felt his eyes on you.

That soft, half-lidded adoring type of shit, which was usually just this sappy post-orgasmic bliss Joe would swim in for a little bit.

Nothing more than biology. Hormones surging around the system and shit. That was all.

Joe would hook an arm somewhere and hold you in place until you gained the strength to let your combined sweat work in your favour, to let you slip free from him. Head for a shower if you were at your own flat – and hope Joe would let himself out whilst you were in there – or straight back into your clothes you’d have to pick up from the floor when you were at Joe’s.

You were in bed with him now, at his flat. You’d started by his front door about forty minutes ago – didn’t need more than a sultry look into each other’s eyes for you to be on him.

Joe hadn’t even greeted you, just stood in his own doorway and waited on the threshold for you to pop out of the lift. And then he didn’t step aside when you approached him.

Gave you no other choice but to launch yourself at him, did he?

Would only let you in if you were attached to him by the mouth and full torso, already ripping clothes from yourself or from him. Only then would he let you inside, turning the both of you around and into his flat for fear of you leaving clothing items out in the communal hallway.

It was like that with Joe.

You liked it like that with Joe.

Not much talk.

All sex.

Maybe a, “Is this new?” if you wore a top he’d never seen before, or a, “Blue, I like blue,” if he saw you’d changed your nails. Superficial shit. Things he’d see and could say something about to feign normal people chat. You never participated. Didn’t react to what he said. Would just yank the belt from his jeans which always either hurt you or hurt Joe.

And then it would get kissed better.

One time you bruised yourself because the belt whipped back at you, right in the face, and it had one of those metal pieces at the end that really fucking hurt. Joe had kissed you better for a long time then. All your escapades blended together, they had started to a short little while back, but you remembered that one time vividly because it was a real stand out. The way you’d gone from shooting pain in the face, pain that left your cheekbone legit bruised in blues and purples surrounding a bright yellow swollen bit of skin, to the pleasure of being cared for and being cared for was different.

Good different.

If you were feeling particularly needy, you’d refer to it still. Would ask Joe to kiss a random part of you better. You’d just point somewhere and go, “Am I red here? Skin’s not broken, is it?” because asking if something was bruised felt too on the nose.

Like Joe didn’t know what you were doing.

Not that it mattered.

Joe would kiss you anywhere for however long you wanted. And if he’d move away, and your throat made a desperate little noise, he’d just be back on you.

Anyway.

It was never anything too adventurous with Joe, but it was always good. It was good that you knew what to expect. Meant you weren’t scared of suggestions that would make you go, ugh, okay, this was fun whilst it lasted, but big nope.

Like, feet shit. Listen, no offence, but if Joe was going to suggest for you to step onto some pudding barefoot, this would be over real fast.

But it had never been like that.

Would never be like that.

You knew who to text for predictable sex that always happened on a soft surface. Where the rough person in the room was you, and you were by no means hard-handed. You’d maybe take Joe’s jaw into your hands a little rough every once in a while, because it’d make his pink lips look even more plush. Would occasionally leave teeth marks near his collar bone or around his thumb. But, that was about the extent of it.  

Joe knew his lane. Could still surprise you within that lane from time to time, but you liked that Joe would never pretend to accidentally leave a ball gag out. No, oops how did that get here? sort of dumb shit.

No.

You’d lay eyes on each other and then get to a bed or a sofa as quickly as you could. Limbs tangled. Always kissing. Sharing breaths.

Joe loved kissing. Used it as foreplay but could do it for long without letting it go further until you’d grow restless, which always made Joe grin into the press of his lips against yours. Those were things you’d come to classify as one of the softer moments.

You didn’t mind a bit of emotion.

But kissing you until you were absolutely hungry for more, and then smiling where you could feel it? Almost too soft of a moment.

Those moments were tricky and were best kept to a minimum.  

The looking at you after was one of those softer moments too. You were on your back and catching your breath as you stared up at the ceiling, and Joe was just sort of... staring at you. Slowly studying your face from the side, letting his eyes dance over your profile like he’d never seen it before.

Joe looked and looked and looked until you turned your head and he quickly looked away. Pretended he hadn’t been looking. Like peripheral vision wasn’t a thing.

“I don’t like it when you do that,”

Blunt.

But it was sort of nice to just say what you were thinking without being afraid of hurting feelings.

There were no feelings.

Nothing to hurt around here.

“What?”

Joe turned his head back and looked again. Less deep this time though. Not so hormonal.

“Look at you? After what we’ve just done I can’t look at you?”

He knew you’d seen. Was about to say he shouldn’t be blamed because it was sort of your fault. Had you seen yourself? Did you know what you looked like to others? To men? To him, after what you’d just done to each other and with each other?

He didn’t think you knew. Well, maybe you knew, but you’d never understand.

“No, you can look,” you lied, because you really did not like it. Made you feel all sorts of uncomfortable.

“But the looking away when I catch you does my head in. Look at me like you mean it or keep your eyes closed.”

It earned a huff of laughter from Joe who now rolled over onto his side to watch without restriction. No hiding what he was doing. You could only bear a couple of seconds of it before you sat up, stomach muscles working hard at pulling you upright, earning a groan that escaped your constricted throat.

“No, come on,” Joe’s hand was quick, moved from his side to grab at one of your arms. “I won’t look, all right?” he tried, like that would change everything and make you lay back down again.

You’d already scooped your bra up from the floor.

“I’ve got an early day tomorrow,” you said over your shoulder as you sorted the straps before covering your chest back up.

Joe let himself fall back as he let an annoyed sound escape him when you reached for your underwear next. If it had been any more guttural, you’d maybe have taken it seriously.

“You’ve always got an early day tomorrow,” he complained.

“Yea, well, some of us have office hours they need to abide by, can’t just go gallivant whenever we’d like, have to request time off and– it’s a whole ordeal,” you spoke like your life was burdened by the structure of a steady job and a permanent contract.

It wasn’t.

But, you know. You couldn’t go out and stay out late on random Tuesdays like Joe could.

Not that you wanted to go out with Joe on random Tuesdays.

You wanted Joe in between some sheets for an hour on random Tuesdays. And, any other time when you were up for it, really. When you wanted soft touches and face-to-face sex where Joe forced eye-contact.

No.

Joe never forced anything.

But Joe would go, “hey,” real soft, would repeat it until you actually heard it, and it would make you look at him. Then he’d hold your gaze. Was very intense sometimes, especially if you were close and he held eye-contact right as he fucked you through it.

If that was one of the softer moments was still up for debate. Maybe occasionally it was. Kind of depended on your mood, though.

“You got any plans for the weekend then?” Joe’d given up on trying to keep you there for now, and instead focussed on when the next time would be.

You shrugged. “Not really.”

Your sister’s boyfriend had a birthday barbecue that you’d attend, and you needed to find a good cobbler to fix a shoe you’d broken in a mad dash for a tube replacement bus the other day but – no real plans. You vaguely recalled other plans for the Friday night, but nothing was set in stone. There was still plenty of time for a little limb-tangling with Joe.

“Are you around?” you asked, pulling your top over your head, and standing up before turning to see Joe working his arms as he tried to place the covers back in the correct position from where he laid.

“Should be,”

“All right,” you nodded and found your jeans.

“All right,” Joe copied your tone of voice and the nod. You frowned at how corny that was.

“I’m stealing a drink from your fridge,” you said, stepping into said jeans and already making your way out of the bedroom.

“Squash is on the side,” Joe lazily gestured, having learnt by now you never just drank a bottle of water normally like a sane person. Then quickly and more pressingly Joe followed up with, “And I don’t want to find mouthfuls of my leftovers missing!”

You grinned to yourself out of his sight.

You were absolutely going to stick a fork into whatever tubs he had in there. You deserved it after swallowing Joe the way you had moments ago, and he knew it too.

“Focus on the important things, Joe,” you called back from the kitchen, going for a fork. “Like condoms. You’ve barely got any left.”

Fork in hand, you went for the fridge. Found a bottle of water in the door that you were going to put some squash into in a second.

And then, when your eyes looked towards the shelves, your breath hitched in your throat.

This idiot.

What an... all right. Nope. You weren’t going to do this. This wasn’t who you and Joe were and you weren’t going to play along with this.

You see, Joe was a Tupperware man – would always cook too much and then dump whatever he had left over into Tupperware that would fill up his fridge until he could go a full week just eating what he’d already cooked up days ago. It was a side effect of living alone and not knowing fucking portion sizes. Especially for pasta.

Almost every leftover Joe ever had in his fridge was pasta.

Made sense.

You also couldn’t measure spaghetti for the life of you.

What annoyed you about it most was how Joe seemed sort of messy, like any guy was messy, but the inside of his fridge was organised to the point where you thought he had health inspection checking up on him. It was all dated with sharpies – the leftovers. Like he was a professional chef that couldn’t get away with opening something up and just giving it a good whiff to decide whether that was still okay to eat or not.

Annoying.

But, what really got you, is that amongst the four or five tubs of dinner sat one smaller one. One with a little post-it note stuck to it with your name on.

This idiot made his fridge look like the one at your office.

One with Tupperware that had a name stuck to it.

A little preportioned bit of leftovers just for you inside Joe’s fridge, so you wouldn’t have to go digging into any of the other containers.

You took the note, looked at it up close and then flung it onto the counter. You ignored it. Went for a larger tub and opened that, ever the rebel. Let your fork run through it, messed it all up real nice and then took a big bite, grimacing at how cold it was.

Was still good though. Nice.

You closed the tub. Opened another.

Did the same thing – grimaced more because cold but also, it was really annoying how fucking good it still was. Joe either followed killer mommy food blogs, or just... knew shit about cooking. Was a whole ass natural in the kitchen when it came to herbs and spices and things.

Whatever.

You placed the tub back and purposefully left the lid off. Left that on the counter. Smirked at yourself when you closed the fridge and caught a last glance of your fork still inside there.

“Hey,” Joe stepped into his living room, in boxers and a T-shirt now.

You quickly swallowed and got busy with the squash.

“I’ve got um, I’m seeing my friend, he’s got a gig on Friday, it’s at a small venue near Brick Lane,” Joe talked in a casual tone of voice, made his way over to the fridge and opened it to remove the fork.

You feigned innocence. Ignored the whole thing as Joe reached around you to grab the lid you’d left out.

“Sounds cool,” you said, taking a sip to check you liked how sweet you’d made your drink. “Have fun.”

You knew he meant, come with me.

You knew this was his casual way of suggesting you could also maybe hang out together outside of the activities at your flat and his.

But he wasn’t using the actual words, so it was stupidly easy to pretend you had no idea what Joe was trying to do.

“Yea,” Joe spoke around a deep inhale, placing the lid back onto the Tupperware and then gave you a polite tight-lipped smile as he closed the fridge again. “Thanks.”

The way you wanted to squish Joe’s face to wipe that stupid smile off before messing that whole fridge up made your fingers itch a little.

When Joe moved to place the fork into the dishwasher, you decided that was your cue to leave. Man was cleaning up after you and couldn’t even leave the fork in the sink for a second like a normal person.

“Maybe see you after?”

It was a careful question, but one he knew he probably would get a yes to.

“Yea, maybe,” you said nonchalantly, slinging arms into your jacket. “Text me.”

You expertly left everything up in the air. You might have the time for him on Friday, you might not. You weren’t going to go see an amateur band with him though, that was for sure. That wasn’t what this was.

You’d been clear with each other from the start.

Hadn’t used the actual words, but, you were both adults and it was understood that this was what it was going to be. It was never anything else than what it had been tonight and good.

That was good.

You’d met Joe at a party you were only at because it was in your building and your neighbour had invited the whole flat just so no one would complain about the noise. A nice gesture, but never meant as an actual invitation. But it was the flat above yours, and you’d tried to go to sleep, but there were people out on the balcony and they had music going, so there was dancing and feet stomping and – it was all just, loud. You’d thought, all right fuck it, I could go for a few drinks, plan being you’d fall asleep much faster with a bit of drink in the system.

Joe was there.

You’d rocked up in an oversized T-shirt, bicycle shorts and socks in slides. Hair messy with the evidence of the stirring you’d done in your bed.

Joe’d taken one look and knew exactly what was going on. He guessed, but, he’d been right. He was looking at someone from inside the building. There just because they’d technically received an invitation, even if it was only so that they wouldn’t complain about the noise.

“Drink?”

“Yes please,”

For the first fifteen minutes of the two of you talking, you thought Joe was your neighbour. He was the one who’d let you in and who’d walked you into the kitchen.

Yet he wasn’t the neighbour.

Joe sort of knew someone who knew someone who knew your neighbour, vaguely. The person who lived in the flat above you was also a girl, something you weren’t aware of. Her name was Charlie, so you couldn’t really blame yourself for assuming the invitation had come from a guy.

Joe also gave you a drink that was so fucking gross, you immediately went, “What the fuck is this? Petrol?” and he’d gone, “You don’t like it?” before saying he’d try again, do a better job for your next one. You immediately felt bad, seeing as he’d mixed the drink, and had thrown the whole glass back to prove that the drink was fine.

Getting it down was a big task though, and your whole face contorted as you worked at swallowing every single last drop down. Made you shiver and made Joe laugh as he said, “No, no, no, don’t drink it if you don’t like it,” but it was all in your mouth already and fuck, that tasted like it was just pure vodka.

Which you then learned is exactly what that was.

“Dry martini with a twist,”

“What’s the twist? That’s it’s just a big glass of vodka?”

“I mean... yes, it’s exactly that, with a twist.” Joe said dryly and tapped the piece of lemon rind in his own glass. “Bit of lemon.”.

You had nearly burst into laughter. Nearly, because this man was a stranger, and you did come over to get a slight buzz going, so that just happened to work out exactly how you planned it.

“Are there any... I don’t know, regular beers? No twists?” and you’d craned your neck to see behind Joe, to look into the kitchen, which, you knew where the kitchen was because the floorplan was obviously the same to your flat.

Joe’d taken you over to the fridge.

Gave you a no twist beer.

And then later, you’d taken Joe over to your bedroom.

Had no twist sex.

It was so obvious you were looking for the weakest excuse to get Joe over to your place. You were both sort of scraping the barrel, didn’t want to just say it, because you had more dignity than that.

So you’d thrown out your fishing rod and hoped Joe would bite when you looked into the living room of your upstairs neighbour and said, “I like where she placed her sofa, that wouldn’t work in my flat,”

Joe bit immediately.

“Nah, ‘course it would, let’s go try.”

You’d not even gotten close to your sofa that night. Straight from the front door into your bedroom and then straight back towards the front door a short 60 minutes later.

And then it had been like that.

You’d text to check availability and then would either go, “omw” or “come here” and neither of you were ever too proud to pretend you didn’t want it. It was either a, “can’t im busy” or “ive got some time” and it worked fine like that.

It helped neither of you had flatmates you needed to explain shit too.

Except, if you had, you would’ve figured out Joe was somebody a lot sooner.

Oh well.

Joe was nobody in his flat, and even less of a somebody over in yours. You kept him in your phone as first name Joe last name No Twist and refused to change it to Quinn. He wasn’t any better than all the other guys whose last names were all Hinge, or the closest tube station to where they lived.

“Here,” Joe said, just before you were about to leave. You looked back and saw he was holding out the little container of leftovers.

You frowned at it.

“Take it, but heat it up in a pan with a little olive oil, don’t eat it when it’s still cold and stiff from the fridge,”

You kept frowning but held a hand out to take it from him anyway. This felt a bit like refusing to take a tenner from you grandmother because you didn’t need a tenner, but, it was still a tenner, you know?

“I’ll probably hate it,” you lied, stuffing the Tupperware into your bag.

“And you can tell me all about it on Friday,”

Stupid little smirk.

Okay, so sure, you were going to see Joe on Friday after this gig he had to go to. And you’d tell him about how much you hated his leftovers.

Also, if Joe was thinking he was going to get this little container back, he was wrong.

That was yours now.

With squash in hand, you said goodbye and made your way out by yourself. Didn’t need or want Joe to walk you out – Joe knew. Understood. Stayed in his kitchen, but did call, “Text me when you get home,” after you because he wouldn’t be able to sleep if he didn’t know you’d gotten home safe.

“Yea, yea,” you dismissed him, loudly said, “Condoms!” to remind him and gave yourself a quick once over in the mirror by the door before you left. Closed the door behind you a little more rested and satisfied than you had been when you’d walked through it a little while earlier.

Whilst making your way out of the building, you whipped your phone out and found the right text thread.

“can’t do friday, something came up, soz”

And then went over to your calendar where you removed “james hinge” and replaced it with “joe no twist”

James could wait.

James never made you pasta.

Joe did.

Joe would make sure you orgasmed – like, he’d keep going until he could feel the evidence of it himself, would make sure the question “did you come” was unnecessary, and would make sure there was squash on the side and now, Joe had made you pasta.

Yea, you were going to see Joe again on Friday.

You made the mental note to keep his staring to a minimum though. Would have to make him come and then immediately force him out of bed to clean the sheets, or whatever.

Less of the soft shit.

You were going to tell him his pasta was fucking disgusting.

Telling Joe you loved the food he made before climbing on top of him was too soft of a moment. Those moments were tricky. Best kept to a minimum.  

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[bucknastysbabe]

Please pleaseee, modern!aegon who loves to overstimulate his girlfriend and loves to breed her. Thx🙏

Yes I can whip it up for you🫠 Sorry for the wait!!!! Thank you for the request sm mwah mwah kith! I want horny stoner college party animal chubby baby and his innocent little gf✨a little blurb hehe

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Overstimulation, breeding kink/creampie, marathon sex, one-sided high sex, sweetie recovering frat douche Aeg, college!au, chubby!Aegon, pnv!sex, oral (f!receiving)

Marathons

Aegon liked to party, be the center of attention, an attention whore. You liked to read, utilize the campus’ nature trails. Opposites attract is a saying but in your classes you’d learned it’s actually the opposite. Regardless of how differently social the two of you were, there was many shared loves.

He liked nature, reading about sappy love stories, and exploring abandoned places just like you did. You loved to cook and experiment with new foods, Aegon loved to watch you do that then eat all of the new food. He was very sweet under the layers of familial issues and shot out self esteem. The pair of you also loved to game, or you’d sit and watch him after making the fool study.

The cherry on top was your insatiable need to be fucking and sucking. Aegon a bit more so but you were delighted to indulge. He was the perfect cutie when all high and sluggish from his munchie induced snack binge, eating you out for what felt like hours on end.

Gliding aimlessly through social media, bottle of wine on hand, you curled up in the den of madness called Aegon’s room at the fraternity. The party boomed on downstairs, shaking the walls. He’d be back soon. Baby got too needy after too long. You’d imagine he was smoking a j then hitting the keg.

Over time you dozed off a bit…a cacophony of noises awoke you with a sleepy yelp. Aegon was…fucked up…but he still had some clarity about him. You murmured, wiping the sleep outta your eyes, “What’cha doing baby?” Aegon crawled onto the bed, spreading himself close and inhaling your scent. He purred into your ear, “Been needing you, got all hot thinking about you by yourself and wanted to play.”

Still sleepy you mumbled, “Wha’ time is it?”

Aegon’s plump lips caressed your ear, hands sliding up your lax thighs, “Don’t matter, want you babyyy.”

You sighed and instinctively lifted your hips, letting Aegon’s greedy hands tear them down, flinging the garment across his already disastrous room. His purple eyes were glazed in the dim light, boy was high as fuck. Which meant marathon fucking for your poor pussy.

You leaned up to unbutton his tight jeans, thumbing at the indent under his soft belly. Munchies, your cooking, and loads of beer did a number on his once svelte frame. Aegon breathed out in relief, tummy pooching out. You jerked down his underwear while the blonde tore impatiently at your thin tank top. He rambled, “Can’t, ugh, fucking believe you were just sitting up here like this.”

You pulled at a strand of blonde hair, teasing, “Those freshman girlies wearing the push-up’s did nothing for ya?” Aegon groaned, latching onto your sensitive nipple. Gripping his pretty blonde waves you undulated under him, rubbing against that thick fucking cock. He may not be the longest but god it hit all the right spots.

Aegon murmured between your perky tits, “Nah, want my girl. Hiding away, my little secret.” You kissed him passionately, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Nibbling downwards you bit at that cute softness below his chin, teasing, “Who knew Aegon Targaryen would be felled by the virginal honors student.” He gasped at your warm mouth, fingers tweaking your bud.

“Mh- ruined me for anyone else. Got me fat too you devil.” He pressed his soft belly into your frame for emphasis. Helplessly you moaned, “Ohgod- but it’s so cute Aeg. Love your belly.” His full lips smacked into your own, rutting against your wet sex with cut off grunts, breathing going ragged with the force.

Your tits rubbed against his softened chest, whining at the sensation. The kisses grew sloppier, lazier, wetter. Aegon always liked it messy anyways. Usually impatient— if your boyfriend was high he was lackadaisical and sensual. It strung you out to no end.

The blonde pulled away with a string of drool, rasping, “Lemme eat that pretty cunt dear.” You babbled, “Yes, yes, c’mon!” In a frenzy you pushed his tousled head down, Aegon giggling at your impatience. Once between your thighs he inhaled and groaned. Fucking pervert.

“You’re soaking already, naughty slut.”

Calloused hands from gaming spread you wide open, a broad tongue lapping your drenched pussy with a lurid slurp. He groaned, hips flexing against the unmade bed. You thrashed and squeezed your thighs when his sinful lips enveloped your clit, suckling and flicking his tongue. You yanked at his hair harder, crying his name. Aegon seemed to laugh and dug two fingers into your cunt, crooking upwards without warning.

You seized and tried to squirm away, Aegon’s free hand gripping you tight. He sucked harder, fingers flying, aiming to send you over the edge fast. Every other breath was you shouting and clawing desperately, orgasm threatening to knock you silly. He nipped at your swollen, oversensitive bud and your body snapped.

Eyes rolling, howling, and scratching his shoulders raw kind of orgasm. Going boneless, Aegon seized the moment to grab you by the hips and spear you on his cock, making you keen in pleasurable agony. It was too much, your nerve endings still alight. Aegon panted and haphazardly pushed back his hair, grunting, “Don’t cry yet baby, we’re just getting started.”

Oh but tears were streaming down your face, whining his name over and over. Aegon, Aegon, Aegon. The evil bastard. Your eyes rolled as his thick midsection rolled against yours, soft thighs slapping your own. He thumbed at your clit again, making you mewl and beg for relief. But you didn’t want this to stop.

Like he read your mind Aegon hissed, “Gonna keep fucking you all night til’ that pussy s’full of me. Being my good girl. Cry all you want baby, m’gonna stuff you up right.”

“Yes baby, please, all yours!”

Bringing the sun up with a leaking cunt and your boyfriend cooing over you might be the greatest feeling in the world. Besides your cunt being so sensitive you whimpered every other shift of your thighs. Aegon cooed and nuzzled you, belly plastered to your back. He kept his hand to your outer thigh, mindful of your overstimulated body. He kissed the shell of your ear, “My girl. Fucking divine you are.”

Thank the gods it was Sunday.

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[ladymunson]

Love Ain't No Stranger

(Inspired by the Whitesnake song)

Fic summary: You and your friends spend most of your days, with everything nerdy. You’re the only girl in the group, but they never treat you differently. That is until prom comes around and Eddie starts feeling strange when you’re asked to prom by someone that isn’t him, Could Eddie be jealous?

A/N: So here it is, my very first Eddie Munson AU fic. Please be kind, as I wasn’t even sure whether to post it. I’ll write a part two, but only post it depending on how well this does. Shout out to my good friend @ladyfogg for all her help with this.

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, basically they’re both idiots, strong language, eventual SMUT

Word count: 3525

18+: MINORS DNI

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Lunch is your favourite part of the school day, mostly because you got to spend it with your friends. Today is particularly rowdy in the cafeteria. “What’s going on? It’s like everyone is in heat,” Eddie asks.

“Yeah, and you’d know what that’s like,” You reply with a roll of your eyes, but then wiggle your eyebrows and flash a grin.

Jeff spits out his drink as he laughs at your response to Eddie’s question. “That’s why you fit in so well y/n, you’re one of the guys!” he says. The entire Hellfire Club erupts into laughter, making half of the cafeteria turn towards the noise. You smile, but there it is again. The phrase they say all the time that you never used to mind, but now absolutely hate.

When you were younger it was fine. That was then. Now you’re a young woman. You might not be a girly girl, however, you aren’t a child anymore.

Eddie pouts at your comment yet his eyes still sparkle with humour. “Oh, I know more than you think, Sunshine!” he says with a wink.

You gulp imperceptibly. Eddie openly flirting with you wasn’t anything unusual, no one seemed to notice usually but today it was met with a chorus of “Oooooohs” from the rest of the boys. Eddie looks at you with a smile, his eyes glued to yours.

“I think there’s a dance or something coming up, my sister is on the committee,” Mike says with a roll of his eyes.

“That would be prom dingus!” you say to Mike before facing Eddie again. “Have you asked anyone?”

Eddie scoffs, “ I doubt that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson would even be welcome.” You cock your head to the side, questioningly.

“Eddie, it’s prom. Everyone is supposed to go, it’s a rite of passage.” He snorts and the rest of the guys snicker. “Whatever!” You throw your hands up in defeat. The hint you were dropping is completely lost on him. You sigh, Eddie notices that. Ugh! Why are boys so stupid?

You think about Eddie holding you as you slow dance to some cheesy power ballad while you look into his eyes. Eddie’s eyes… those dark chocolate pools that you get lost in on a daily basis. You knock the thought out of your head and stand up, grabbing the loose change out of the back pocket of your skinny jeans, and walking toward the vending machine to get a soda. You completely miss Eddie watching you, his eyes momentarily on your ass as you grab your change.

“Subtlety isn’t your forte is it, Eddie?” Dustin asks with a grin.

“What are you talking about Henderson?”

“Yeah, like you don’t know,” Eddie looks at Dustin’s grin, confusion written all over his face. “Holy shit, you really don’t, do you?” Dustin goes to speak again but Eddie cuts him off with a raise of his hand.

He furrows his brows as someone else approaches the vending machine. Patrick, one of the jocks that is a part of Jason Carvers’ crew. The crew that bullies members of the Hellfire Club on a daily basis. He shoots Patrick daggers as he watches the interaction between the two of you; how your eyebrows shoot up as Patrick talks, your reddening cheeks, how your eyes widen as you open your soda. He watches you excuse yourself and head back to the table.

“What did he want?” Eddie asks, his face turning a light shade of red, indicating his internal rage.

“Nothing,” you reply, chewing on your bottom lip.

“Sunshine, what did he say? Was he mean to you?!” Eddie persists with his questioning. The bell goes off indicating that lunch period is over.

You stand, pick up your backpack and start walking toward the exit. Eddie catches up to you and grabs you by your wrist, turning you to face him.

“What did he say y/n?” he demands. You’re slightly taken aback by Eddie using your given name, he always calls you by your nickname.

“He asked me to prom,” you say, he drops your wrist, a look of shock on his face as you turn and leave the cafeteria.

The rest of the day passes in a blur, you’re still confused as to why Patrick would ask you; was it a prank? You have no idea, but you didn’t want to think about it. You’d told Patrick you would consider his offer, even though you don’t want to. The truth is, you want Eddie to ask you to prom, even though you know it isn’t his scene. So, you’ve resigned yourself to either not going, or going alone.

You’ve been in love with Eddie Munson since you were a sophomore when he was a senior the first time. You were the first girl to ever join Hellfire and he treated you with kid gloves, until he learned you could give as good as you got. Sometimes you thought that maybe he likes you too, but that is unlikely as you know about his crush on Chrissy Cunningham.

The bell rings, indicating the end of the school day so you grab your stuff and head to your locker to get your jacket. Eddie is usually leaning against it by the time you get there, except this time he isn’t. You don’t think anything of it as there’s a new Hellfire campaign starting this week. Maybe he’s already in the Club room planning? You’re a little annoyed because Eddie was supposed to be your ride to work. You sigh and close your locker, preparing for the long walk ahead of you.

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Eddie is watching you from the end of the hallway, he sees your slumped shoulders and knows that you are disappointed that he isn’t there, but he just can’t face you right now. He has no idea why he feels the way he does. He watches as you leave the building, your hair swishing as you walk. He lets out the breath he didn’t realise he’s been holding and leans against the wall. His mind working overtime. Why did he feel this way? Why did the thought of you going to prom with Patrick make his skin crawl? Why did the thought of you going with anyone, make him feel sad? But the thought of you going to prom alone makes him even sadder. Your mom had told Eddie about your dress, the one she bought earlier in the year when she got a bonus at work. The more he thinks about it, the more he longs to see you in it. He’s never felt like this before, and it’s beginning to scare him.

He slowly makes his way out of the doors, looking around the parking lot to make sure you have gone, before running to his van.

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“So…?” Robin says as you take your place behind the counter with her, ready for your shift at Family Video. “Patrick asked you to prom?”

You turn to face her. “How did you know?” you ask, eyes slightly wide.

“Dustin,” she says with a grin. “You know that boy has no filter. He told Steve when he picked him up from school.”

You sigh. “Just because he asked doesn’t mean I’m going.”

“You’re gonna turn him down? Any particular reason?” she asks, feigning ignorance.

“Because I’m not going.” You turn to face her, arms folded in front of you defensively.

“Why?” Robin asks. She knows how much you’ve been looking forward to prom, you’ve been talking about it non-stop for weeks. And now that Eddie is actually graduating, she knows he’s an option for a prom date.

“Because I don’t have a date, I don’t want to go alone and… boys suck!” You mini rant at her.

She chuckles, “Preaching to the choir there!” You smile weakly at her.

“I just thought this would be the start of a whole new thing, they wouldn’t see me as one of the boys anymore.” You sigh.

  She opens her mouth to speak, but you cut her off. “Robin, I really don’t want to talk about this anymore, can you just drop it?”

She raises her hands and replies, “Okay y/n, but I see what’s going on here.”

“Oh? And what exactly is going on here, that you think you know?” You taunt.

“Could it be that you want to go to prom with a certain metal head?” You shoot daggers at Robin, and she mines a zipper across her mouth.

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“I don’t get it!” Eddie groans in frustration as he chats to his uncle, Wayne. “I don’t get why Patrick, one of Jason Carvers’ cronies, would ask her to prom! She’s one of the freaks!”

“Son, if she wants to go with him to prom, why is that such a big deal?” Wayne asks as he smokes his cigarette.

“Because they’ve bullied all of us throughout school, y/n included,” Eddie replies, flopping himself back on the trailer’s small couch, his hair splaying out behind him. His voice lowers to almost a whisper, “Why y/n? Why would they do this, why ask her?”

“Why is this bothering you so much, Eddie? I know you’ve both been friends for a long time. Do you want to be, more than that?”

“I… Wha….” Eddie stammers, not managing to confirm Wayne’s suspicions, yet not denying them either.

Wayne doesn’t push. “Do you think they’re playing a cruel joke on her?” he asks as he stubs his cigarette in the ashtray.

Eddie sits up, “I didn’t even think of that!” He lets out a growl and drags his hand down his face. “If they hurt her and I swear to God!”

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You wake up Saturday morning with a groan, wanting more sleep. Wrapping yourself with your comforter, a black design with purple roses, complementing the décor of your bedroom. Last night’s Hellfire meeting had drained you. You had tried to keep your cool while Eddie, who hadn’t even spoken to you since you told him about being asked to prom, started his sadistic campaign. Everyone in the room felt the tension as you played. Eddie didn’t look at you the whole night, not even when it was your turn, or when he was narrating. He usually sent a grin your way as he told his long and often complicated stories, or asked your opinion. But not last night. And no matter what you did, you failed miserably. Your level 20 sorcerer had been defeated by Vecna within an hour of starting, so you’d left the club room while it was still going on. Wanting to be away from Eddie and whatever his problem was.

And it wasn’t just at Hellfire that Eddie was treating you differently, he’d been off all week. Ignoring your questions, avoiding eye contact, or just avoiding you all together. You’re fed up and about ready to call time on your friendship.

The phone on your nightstand rings and you groan, not wanting to talk to anyone right now, but you answer anyway. “Hello?”

“Hey y/n, it’s Dustin. I didn’t get a chance to talk to you last night, as you left so abruptly. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. I’m just about to shower.”

“Oh, I won’t keep you then. The guys and I are going to the arcade around one, wanna come?”

“Nah, I’m meeting a friend at the diner. Thanks for the offer though.” You hang up the phone and get out of bed. Stretching before walking out of your bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. You strip out of your clothes and get in the shower, the hot water relieving the tension in your shoulders. The problem with being alone with your thoughts is they are almost always thoughts of Eddie.

Remembering things you’ve shared; good and bad times, the laughs, the jokes, the pranks, the music and just… Eddie. The person you trusted most in this world. Knowing he would never feel the same way about you makes the tears start flowing down your cheeks and wash away with the cascading water.

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“She said no?” Eddie can’t believe it. He didn’t think you’d be taken in by Patrick’s prom invite, but it seems you’ve already made up your mind. Eddie slouches in his chair, his bag of pretzels forgotten for a moment.

“She said she’s meeting a friend at the diner,” Dustin says. Eddie’s head whips to the side to look at him. “That doesn’t mean she’s meeting Patrick, Eddie, she said a friend. I don’t think she would refer to him as a friend, not after everything he and Jason have put us all through over the years.”

“I dunno, the lure of the dark side is quite strong,” Gareth says. Eddie throws one of his pretzels at him, missing by a hair. “Hey! I wouldn’t be taken in by it, and neither would you, but y/n is a girl. They long to be popular!” Eddie throws another, hitting him on the forehead.

“Don’t say that! Has she ever given any of us a reason to believe that she wants to be popular?” The group shake their heads. “She didn’t even question sitting with us that first day! New school, no friends, and she chose us. Not them!” Eddie sighs in defeat as he remembers that day, his memory is vivid.

You walked into the cafeteria, heading to the vending machine. Eddie noticed you almost immediately, your Motley Crue shirt grabbing his attention. When you turned around and he saw you properly, his heart leapt into his throat. You were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.  You saw him and smiled, walking over to the Hellfire table. Jason stopped you before you could reach them, the light in Eddie’s eyes died for a moment. But was back seconds later when you brushed past Jason, as he loudly comments, “What a bitch!”

You took a seat at the Hellfire table and flashed a grin at Eddie before introducing yourself.

A hand waving in front of his face brings Eddie back to the present. “Eddie… can I talk to you alone for a moment?” Dustin asks.

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You sit in the diner, nursing a milkshake, waiting for your friend to join you. You lean your chin on your hand and turn your head, catching a glimpse of leather and brown curls. When you look again, there’s no one there. You could’ve sworn Eddie was there, but Dustin had said they were at the arcade.

Eddie sees you from across the street, sitting alone in a booth at the back of the diner. Like you didn’t want to be seen, ashamed of it even. You turn your head and he ducks behind a trash can, not wanting to be seen.

Eddie takes a breath when he notices it’s not Patrick that has joined you, but then frowns. You said no to going to the arcade with them, to have lunch with Steve Fucking Harrington! He begins to cross the street but stops when he sees your eyes, shiny with unshed tears. Whatever you’re talking about, you trust Steve more than him, and that hurts. He always thought he was your best friend, looks like he was wrong. He puts his hands in his jacket pockets and turns away, heading toward the arcade.

The door of the diner opens and you look up, your lunch date has arrived. He slides into the booth opposite you and takes you in. The band tee haphazardly tucked into the jeans you threw on this morning, showing how out of it you really were. “Y/N?” You give a weak smile. “Why exactly did you ask to meet me on my lunch break? You know Saturday is our busiest day!”

“Patrick asked me to prom,” you tell Steve.

He shakes his head. “One of the basketball players?”

You nod. “I’m not sure if I should accept or not, what do you think?”

“I’m confused as to why you’re asking me y/n, why can’t you ask Munson? Isn’t he your best friend?” Steve asks. You gulp, and he sees instantly why you can’t ask him. “Ah… okay I get it.” His eyes glaze over, with what you’re guessing are thoughts of Nancy Wheeler. “You like him, but you don’t think he feels the same.”

You hang your head with shame. “I’ll always just be one of the guys to him, he’ll never see me as anything else. I just don’t want to go with Patrick, he’s tormented me for years! Lemme tell you how he asked me. ‘Hey y/n, damn girl! I never noticed how nice your tits are, wanna go prom with me and maybe fool around after?’ I mean… who says that?!”

Steve opens his mouth to speak but you carry on, “I’m not naïve Steve, I know all about that. I’m not exactly a nun but still. Prom is supposed to be fun and I can’t help but feel like mine is ruined already.”

Steve puts his hand over yours. “I don’t wanna tell you what to do y/n, but I think you should tell Patrick no. Then figure out what you’re gonna do about Munson.”

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The drive to your house doesn’t take long, especially when Eddie is flooring it. He parks outside your house. He can see the light on in your bedroom, but the rest of the house is dark. Eddie remembers that you said your mom was out of town for a few weeks for her work. He takes a deep breath, before walking to your front door and ringing the bell.

You’re not expecting anyone, so you head down the stairs and approach the door with caution.

“Open up, Sunshine!” Eddie says as he knocks on the door. You smile at the nickname, remembering why he calls you that. He had noticed how you always wear something yellow, a hair tie around your wrist or maybe a pin on your shirt or jacket, so he’d started calling you that because that’s the colour of the sun. Yellow is also your favourite colour, so you’ve grown to love the nickname. You straighten your face, not wanting him to see how sad you are, and reach for the door, opening it to see Eddie standing there, leaning against the frame.

“What do you want, Eds?” You ask. “I’m not exactly in an entertaining mood.”

“We need to talk,” he says. Stepping past you and walking up the stairs to your bedroom. You sigh, before shutting the door and following him up the stairs.

He’s leaning against your dresser when you enter the room. You head over to the bed and sit down. He looks great, his Ozzy Osbourne shirt tucked into his ripped skinny jeans and his leather jacket with the Dio vest combo. You can’t believe how fucking hot he looks.

You however have changed into what you plan to sleep in, a yellow tank top and shorts set, a set that you had bought from Starcourt Mall, before the fire. You’re embarrassed that he’s seeing you in your pjs, so you look at the floor. “Someone should speak before we graduate.”

“Are you going to prom with Patrick?” Wow, he just jumped straight in there.

“Why do you care?” you counter, an eyebrow raised.

“Because he’s an asshole and I don’t want to see you get hurt,” Eddie says, standing upright.

“You can’t just ignore me for days and then tell me who I can and can’t go on a date with!” You yell, frustration breaking through. “It’s not like I’ve had guys falling over themselves to ask me, Patrick is the only one who’s asked!”

Eddie is taken aback by your outburst. “Well, it’s gonna be either Patrick, or Steve fucking Harrington, right?”

So, he was there! And he thought you were meeting Steve so you could ask him to prom?

“What exactly is your problem Eddie? You’ve been a dick to me all fucking week and now you’re here telling me how to run my life!”

Eddie drags his hand through his hair. “I’m not trying to tell you how to run your life y/n, I just… I don’t want you to go with Patrick, or Steve.”

“Look, I know I’m just one of the guys to you but if you have such an issue with someone else asking me, maybe you should’ve manned up and asked me yourself!” Your eyes go wide as you realise what you just said.

“I…”

End of part one

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[hoodharlow]

Moviestar | Part 2

Part 1

AN: okay so good thing i split these in half bc this turned out longer and y’all would have read a 30 page chapter lol

Requested? No

Warnings: Jack finding out about Miriam's exes and having to be chill about it, sister talk (the girlies aren't fighting anymore) brief mentions of unhealthy relationhips bc of age gaps and grooming, smut (kinda like fingers were exploring lol)

Word Count: 7.3k words

Jack leaned back in his seat and ate some popcorn. He was at Staples Center waiting for Miriam to show up. He had offered to pick her up but she insisted that they show up separately to avoid any rumors. Earlier in the day while they filmed the promo video for his upcoming tour, she gave him a brief acting lesson so he could act surprised when they found out that they have seats together. 

A few days prior he had told Neelam, in vague terms, that he didn't want to work with the French influencer because of the drama she caused with Calum Hood and his girlfriend. Neelam, who would do whatever to make Jack marketable, agreed to not have her in the video. Though she wasn't too happy to Miriam in the video, even though Chris had agreed because Miriam knew enough French to make the the video and because she was currently popular in all social medias. Not to mention people loved her interactions with Jack.

He pulled out his phone and saw a text from her. He was about to reply when he heard her laugh from a few seats away. She was talking animatedly to Guy Fieri, a little kid a few years younger and some tall guy that was around his and Miriam's age. 

He turned his attention to the court. The players were doing warm-ups so he made note of their moves since he had a few celebrity games coming up in the next few months. He pretended to stretch and saw that she was making her way to him. She looked down at her phone, scanning the seats for hers until she reached him. 

"You're in my seat." She nodded her head for him to scoot over.

"No I'm not." He frowned. 

"Yes, you are." She showed him her phone. 

Jack pulled his phone out and saw that she was right. "Oh shit, my bad." He apologized.

He scooted a seat over and Miriam sat next to him. She placed her food and drinks down. She placed her bag behind her and got comfortable in her seat. Jack took advantage of the loud noise and leaned into her.

"How'd I do?" He asked.

"You gave an Oscar worthy performance." She said, making him snort.

He sat back and watched her push her hair back and cross her arms. He shamelessly took her in. She wore a backless black halter top that was held together by one string in the middle of her back. She paired her top with high waisted boyfriend jeans, similar to the ones he saw her in a few days ago. Instead of her ever present Versace platform boots, she wore sneakers. 

"Nice shoes." He complimented her, gently nudging them with his shoe.

Miriam looked down at her shoes and smiled. They were a pair of white Air Force 1s with a dark teal swish and pink lettering. "Thanks," she said, "my guy in Oakland got them for me back in March. I went to get them back in May, but I never had a chance to wear them until now."

"Your guy?" Jack asked her.

"Yeah, I have a sneaker guy. He always shows me upcoming releases and saves the pairs I like." 

"I didn't know you were a sneakerhead."

"I'm not. I mostly get Air Force 1s if they have cute designs or colors." She shrugged. 

She technically wasn't lying, but the spare bedroom that she made into a closet in her condo in the Bay Area did have a wall with sneakers. Mostly Air Force 1s, she had the occasional Cortez and low Dunk sprinkled in the mix. Her favorite of those were the Ben and Jerry shoes and the Dia De Los Muertos ones. 

"I'mma put you on New Balances. I know a guy." He said, eating some popcorn. 

"I'm sure my white grandpa would appreciate that." She said bluntly before reaching for her drink. 

He shook his head at her comment. "Who got you into sneakers?" He asked.

"My ex. He got me those high top Off-White shoes that look like Converse, but they're Nike." 

"The Australian that's dating your friend?"

She shook her head and whispered, looking ahead to the court, "No…number three."

"What?" 

"The one next to Kawhi Leonard in the lay up line." Miriam mumbled.

To Jack's luck, the guy next to Kawhi noticed Miriam and grinned. He waved to Miriam and she waved back at him. 

Jack's eyes widened in shock as to how a basketball player got with her. He found himself starting to ask, "How did–"

But Miriam cut him off, "Jack, I don't want to talk about my ex." 

"Oh shit, I didn't mean to press you or anything." 

"Nah you're good. It's just that I wanted to enjoy our hang–"

Miriam ducked as a practice ball came straight at her. Luckily for her Jack was there and smacked it out of the way. 

"Who threw it?" She asked him.

"95." Jack quickly answered her. 

She got up and scanned the court, looking for jersey number 95. She found Juan Toscano, the player that wore 95, hiding behind Jordan Poole, trying his best not to laugh. 

"Juan, me quieres matar o qué?" She shouted at him before laughing. She looked over to Jack. "I'll be right back. I'm gonna say hi to the team." 

He nodded and looked ahead. A few fans took advantage of the fact that he was now alone and asked him for pictures. He heard Miriam's infectious laugh and casually turned his head and saw her posing with the Warriors. She stood between Jordan and Juan smiling brightly as Jordan whispered in her ear. 

Security got Jack's attention as they escorted the people that wanted his picture back to their seats. He glanced over to Miriam and she was folded over, cackling at whatever Jordan was telling her. He frowned, he's never seen her laugh like that when she's around him. He shifted around his seat and waited for the game to start.

"Harlow!" Someone called his name. 

Jack looked in the direction he heard his name being called and spotted Russ. He mentally cursed and got up to say hi. Russ was with his crew, and surprisingly enough none of the players that were in the Crew League game were in the group. 

"Sup man." Jack said politely, stretching out his hand to shake Russ's. 

They both posed for the cameras and made small talk. But Jack quickly noticed the other rapper was looking over his behind him and barely paying attention to him. 

"Hey man, I was hoping you could do me a solid." Russ said, keeping his eyes trained at whoever was behind Jack. 

"Depends." Jack said cautiously.

"Introduce me to your friend." He said, but the way he said it sounded more like a command than a favor. "I tweeted to her when I saw her sing one of my songs on that video, but she never responded to me."

"Uh." 

"Thanks man. I owe you." 

Miriam made her way back to her seat. She sat down and pulled out her phone to check in with her parents. They and her brother were in San Diego with Claudia's family celebrating Claudia's niece's first communion. She would have gone, but she stayed back to film some video with Jack to promote his upcoming tour. 

Jack gently nudged her foot to get her attention. "Yo, Miriam, this is Russ. Russ, Miriam." He said in a bored tone, hoping she wouldn't go up to them.

Thankfully Miriam picked up on it and didn't bother to get up. 

"Hi," she said, waving. She gave them a toothless smile and went back to texting her parents. 

Security came by once more and did a sweep of the stragglers that weren't in their seats yet. 

"It was a pleasure meeting you." Russ said in a sultry tone as he walked by them to get to his seats a few rows behind them.

"Is he out of earshot?" Miriam asked Jack.

"Yep." He nodded. 

"What the fuck was that." She giggled.

Jack reached for his bottle of sparkling water and shook his head. "You don't wanna know." 

*

The first two quarters were pretty uneventful and both teams were tied. 

The Clippers dance team came out and performed a medley of Cardi B's 'Up', Dua Lipa's 'Levitating' and 'Traitor' by Olivia Rodrigo. The songs, oddly, made sense together and hyped up the crowd. 

Miriam sat in a frog position. She brought legs up and hoped that it would bring her some warmth. But it didn't. She knew she was forgetting something when Beto was driving her over. The one thing she should always leave with, a jacket or at the very least a cardigan. 

"Hey," she leaned over to Jack when he arrived from the concessions stand. "I'm gonna go buy a hoodie or something."

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

"I'm freezing– what are you doing!" She whisper-yelled at him as he unzipped his jacket. 

"Take it. What kind of da– friend would I be if I didn't let you have my jacket." He draped it over her shoulders. "It's black like your shirt so you have nothing to complain about."

"Actually they're different shades of black, but it's okay." She trailed off when he gave her an unamused look. Her eyes lingered on his arms and how good they looked in the tight shirt. She slipped her arms inside. "Thanks."

After a few minutes passed, the arena was lit up once more and the spotlight for the dancers was turned off. The game resumed. The Clippers scored and Miriam decided to take her phone out. She pulled out her hair from the inside of Jack's jacket and used the front facing camera to fluff up her curls. When her hair was finally how she wanted it. She made a peace sign and took a selfie. She felt an arm around her and Jack's chest press onto her. 

"Get out of my picture." Miriam told him, using her hand to cover his face.

"Nah, we look good." Jack said, lazily resting his arm on her shoulder.

"Fine, but I'm posting one." 

"Fine by me." 

With his free hand, he did his signature 'L' shape with his fingers. Miriam took a few pictures. She switched to Instagram and picked a picture. She shifted so Jack couldn't read over her shoulder as she wrote the caption for her IG story. While she was at it, she posted a group picture with the Warriors. 

Jack got a notification that Miriam @'ed him and checked Instagram. 

'Not me sitting with Mike D from the Beastie Boys.' He read to himself. He looked over to Miriam, who was pretending to look interested in the game and was trying best not to laugh. He shook his head and reposted the picture to his IG story, captioning it 'with young Isabela Miller.'

The basketball game finally got interesting. Miriam had gotten up from her seat and started yelling and cheering when the Warriors would score. She crossed her arms and watched the players, clapping and nodding. It reminded Jack of Drake at Raptors games. 

Soon after the game ended. The Warriors won by several points. People started collecting their things and left the arena. Jack and Miriam stayed back waiting for the crowd to disperse. 

"I'm taking you home right?" Jack asked her in a low voice. 

"If it's not too much trouble." She whispered. 

"I'll go first then wait for you in the private parking area." He said. "Wanna get a bite?"

"Sounds good."

"Yo Miriam!" Someone called from across the court, making the pair turn.

It was Miriam’s ex. 

"Kaleob hey!" She smiled. 

She crossed her arms. A habit Jack noticed her do, to avoid getting hugged. 

"Holy shit, you're Jack Harlow. I'm a huge fan. Confetti is one of my favorite mixtapes." Miriam's ex said, extending his hand out to shake Jack's hand. 

"Thanks man, that's cool of you to have heard my stuff from a few years back. I gotta get going, but it was nice to meet you." Jack said, shaking his hand. He looked over to Miriam and nodded at her. "I'll see you around."

"Bye Jack." She waved. 

Jack made his way out to the VIP parking lot. He waved to paps as they photographed him and the other hand full of celebs waiting for their cars in the valet part of the VIP parking lot. 

While he waited for Miriam, he decided to look up her ex. Pictures of her with the Clippers star loaded instantly. From what he gathered, they were pretty public. They got papped a lot going out on dates and she was photographed at some of his games. She was even mentioned in his Wikipedia page. He found an article that showed a pretty detailed timeline of their relationship, dating back to them in high school with three year break between 2015 and 2018. They got back together in late 2018 and broke up roughly in late 2020 which was a little over six months ago. 

Jack sat dumbfoundedly. He didn't know what to do with the information so he went on Twitter to clear his head.

Unfortunately for him, the first thing he saw were people coming for Russ, calling him entitled prev. After a few scrolls, he saw that Russ replied to a tweet of Miriam being confused with his failed attempt at flirting. He basically said that Miriam was the lesser sister compared to her sister because she was supposedly hotter than Miriam and that he didn't care that she ignored him because she was irrelevant. It pissed Jack off. Miriam didn't deserve that so he tweeted out 'imagine bringing someone down and comparing them to their sibling over a bruised ego'. 

A knock coming from the passenger side window startled him, making him drop his phone on the passenger side floor. He looked over to the window and Miriam waved at him. He unlocked the door and tried to reach over to let her in but was stopped by the seat belt he forgot he clicked on. He scrambled to unbuckle himself and once more reached over to open the door for her. 

"Sorry I took long. I ran into Kaleob's mom and said hi." Miriam said climbing in. She bent down and picked up his phone, handing it back to him, "I'm assuming this is your?"

To his luck, his screen was still unlocked, showing his google search of Miriam and her ex.

"Thanks I dropped it." He mumbled, slipping it in his pocket. Without skipping a beat, he asked her, "so you're not gonna ask why I googled you and your ex."

"No, it's none of my business what you have on your phone." She said, clasping her hands together on her lap. "But if you're curious about me and Kaleob all you had to do was ask. I'm pretty much an open book about my past relationships– well except for two, and that's mostly because I'm not ready to dump all that on to you."

"How many guy– people have you dated?" 

"Well there's Conner, we don't talk about him, Kaleob, Dr. Stevenson, we don't talk about her either, then Cal, but he doesn't count, I just say he does to tease him. There's also Tobi and Shawn but they were more friends with benefits than actual relationships. Then back to Kaleob."

Jack nodded. He didn't know where to begin with his list of women he's been with. They never evolved into more than friends with benefits and that's mostly because he knew he couldn't give them what they wanted at the time. So it wad why he never kept a hookup around for too long because she'd get the wrong idea of their situation and think it's more serious that what it really is. 

But with Miriam he was willing to do whatever it takes to be with her and make sure she's good. 

"But as of now, I'm talking to this dude and he's alright." Miriam said, leaning into the center console to get his attention. 

"Yeah?" He asked, turning to face her.

"Yeah," she nodded. "He's super funny, like he has no business making me laugh the way he does. But he's also super sweet. Just this week he picked me up from the airport, brought me food while I was filming, and got courtside seats so I can see my favorite team play."

"He seems like a catch in my books."

"Like I said, he's alright." She shrugged. 

Jack chuckled and rested his arm on the center console. His hand reached for one of her curls and gently tugged it, making the curl bounce. He glanced down to her lips then back to soft brown eyes. He gently cupped her cheek and slowly pulled her to him. 

Their lips met with a soft peck. Without breaking their kiss, she climbed to his lap and cupped his face. As their makeout session escalated, their hands began to explore each other's bodies. Miriam ran her hands along his chest while Jack's landed on her hips. One of his hands slipped down to the back on her thighs to adjust their sitting position. He slid it, stopping when he felt her warm skin poking out of her jeans.

Jack pulled away. "Your denims are ripped."

"I'm aware." Miriam said, leaning down to kiss his neck. "I accidentally ripped them a few weeks ago when I was trying them on because they couldn't get past my ass. It sucks because they're vintage Levi's." 

"You can hardly fit them denims." Jack noted, running his hand along the rip. "The back pockets gon' bust open if you put somethin' in 'em."

"I'm aware, that's why I carry a purse with me." Miriam sassed him.

"You can't even see your panties." He pointed out.

"Who said I was wearing any?"

"Don't play with me."

"I'm kidding, I am wearing some." She said, leaning back to unbutton her jeans. She sat up and tugged them down her ass, revealing a black lace thong. "See?" They're from my PR package Rihanna sends me."

"Fuck, Miriam." Jack groaned. 

She took one of his hands and placed it in between her thighs before kissing his jaw. Jack, taking the hint, slowly slid his hand up her thighs. He groaned, feeling her arousal pool around her panties just as his fingertips deftly touched the lacey material of her thong. He pressed the lace against her slit, making her whine and rest her head between his neck and shoulder. 

"Jack, stop teasing, I need your fingers." She whimpered. 

He snorted and kissed her cheek. Jack finally slipped his ring and middle fingers in her. Her breath hitched. She could feel him grin against her as his fingers moved inside her, trying to set a good rhythm for him to take her. She moaned as his fingers fucked into her at a deliciously slow pace. She rolled her hips as if she were riding his fingers. Jack smirked and pumped his fingers faster. He pressed his thumb to her clit.

Miriam whined and lifted herself, clung to him. She was close. 

"Jack, please, I'm so– FUCK!" She moaned out, repeating his name as she orgasmed.

After her climax faded, Jack slipped his fingers out of her. He brought them to his mouth, but Miriam grabbed his wrist. She slipped them in her mouth, slowly bobbing her mouth. She ran her tongue along the length of them and sucked his fingertips, just how she did when she went down on him. 

"Damn, I don't get a taste." Jack pouted.

"You can later." She said, making him let out a hearty laugh.

Miriam rested her forehead against Jack's and gently scratched his beard. She met his gaze and let out a breathless giggle. 

"Wanna order food and hang out at my place? I have the house to myself since everyone is in San Diego for Claudia and Danny's niece's party."

"Yeah, I'm down." Jack nodded.

"Okay." 

A few seconds passed and Jack broke their comfortable silence. "Miriam you have to get off my lap, so I can take us to your house."

"Oh right," she giggled.

She climbed off him and sat back in the passenger seat, buckling herself once more. Jack started the car and skillfully backed out of the parking space. To their luck the traffic to get out of Staples Center had died down. When they reached the light that led to the freeway, Miriam's phone rang. She pulled it out of her bag, swiping it to answer when she saw Claudia was facetiming her.

"Hey," she said.

"Miri Miri Miri Miri Miri," Mede chanted to the beat of 'Bidi Bidi Bom Bom' when she answered. Without skipping a beat she said, "Bitch you look like you got a good orgasm. Your fucking glowing."

Her comment made Jack snort.

"Mede give me my phone." Claudia said. Her arm came into frame as she tried to get her phone, the camera switched, revealing that they were in the emergency room.

"Why are you in urgent care?" Miriam asked. 

"Porque esta mensa, ate ceviche even though she's allergic to it." Claudia replied.

"It was made from imitation crab." Mede tried to argue.

"Am I in the Twilight Zone? Since when is Claudia sober and Mede drunk?" Miriam asked.

"I don't get your reference, I never watched Twilight." Claudia confessed. 

"Not Twilight, the Twilight Zone. You know the show from the sixties." Miriam tried to explain.

"Miriam your 25% white side is showing." Jack teased.

"That's not Beto's voice. Bitch I know you're not getting cars with strangers." Mede said in a concerned mother tone.

"Nah, I'm with Jack." She said, showing them Jack.

He waved at them before looking over his shoulder to switch lanes.

"Bitch is he the one who gave you the orgasm?" Mede asked.

"Okay we're hanging up." Claudia said, snatching her phone. "Bye."

"Bye Miriam, Bye Jack." Mede said.

"Bye," Miriam said, hanging up. She stored her phone back in her purse. "Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. They seemed entertaining." Jack said.

"And to think they didn't like each other until Danny got Mede pregnant." She said. 

"You're joking." He chuckled.

"I'm serious. From what I know they used to butt heads in high school and overall stupid drama that could have been avoided if they talked to each other. They're good now. Best friends even, so we have to thank Danny for not using a condom."

*

"If I don't change out of these jeans, I'm really gonna bust through them." Miriam said, opening the door to her bedroom. She led Jack in as she went to the closet to change into pjs. She popped her head out,  "you can take a seat wherever."

Jack nodded. He slipped off his shoes and lined them up neatly against the nightstand. He sat on the edge of her bed and took on her room. It felt weird to finally be in the room that served as the background to many facetime calls between him and Miriam. The plants he got her were by the bay window, along with other plants she had. Her desk was cluttered with boxes and stacks of paper. 

Beeping sounds made him jerk his head towards where he heard the sound. 

"Miriam?" He called. 

"I'm in my closet." She yelled from the other room. "Come in through the mini closet."

Jack got up from the bed and went in her walk in closet. A few ahead of him was a door that led him to Miriam. It was like walking into a luxury store. Clothes were neatly lined up against the walls. In the middle was an island with drawers on all sides. On the opposite side of where he stood was a door with a keypad lock. In that walls corner was a three way mirror with a platform and everything. 

"Damn, you have a lot of shit." Jack commented, running his hand over a bunch of hangers. 

"I do not." She waved him off.

"I feel like I'm inside a Louis Vuitton store." He argued back.

"You're being extra." She giggled. "Oh that reminds me."

Jacl watched her go to the island bent down, opening a drawer and pulling out a black satin bomber jacket. Without needing to fully see it, he knew what jacket it was. It was Drake's Scorpion jacket. 

"Do you want this?" She asked.

"You're kidding." He gaped. "How did you get this?"

"If I tell you, I need you to promise to not get weird about it." 

"Okay." He agreed, not knowing why she got all serious.

Miriam sighed and paced around, trying to organize her thoughts. "Remember when I listed all the people I've been involved with?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"I mentioned being friends with benefits with a guy named Shawn. Well get this, that Shawn is actually Shawn Mendes. Drake sent him a jacket in a PR package."

"So you're giving me your hookup's jacket."

"I wasn't done explaining."

"Oh," he said, his cheeks turning a bright pink.

"He asked if I wanted one and I was like 'I guess' because you know, it's Drake. So he asked Drake for one, and gave it to me. I never wore it because it's big on me and not in a cute oversized way." 

"Oh."

"Yeah, I get if you don't want it because of how I got it. I just remembered you like Drake and wanted you to have it."

"How long were you guys a thing?"

"For a few months. We weren't constantly hooking up if that's what you mean. Like if we happened to be in the same event, we'd usually hook up after. And it was rare for me to actually be in LA and stuff because of school."

"When did you end things?" 

"I wanna say sometime in July? He was hoeing around in Europe and I was talking to a girl, so there wasn't much for us to continue." She shrugged. "Oh and he wrote a song about me for his album which was cool of him." 

"So your type is tall musicians with brown hair that write songs about you?" Jack asked in a teasing tone.

"Whatever let's go back to my room to watch Blades of Glory." She said, tugging his hand.

"Thanks for the jacket, I really appreciate it." He said 

"You're welcome."

"Now hold on, what do you know about Know Nothing?" Jack asked, nodding his head to the pink and yellow tie dye sweats she wore. 'Know Nothing' was a clothing brand from Louisville he and Urban like to wear.

"Nothing," she giggled, climbing into her bed. She patted a spot next to her. "Come on."

*

At some point into the movie Miriam ended up fully laying on Jack, not that he minded. She rested her head on his chest while he mindlessly played with her curls. They were at the part where Napoleon Dynamite and Pam from the Office were on their snowcone date. Jack and Miriam awkwardly giggled as the actors attempted to makeout after Pam trauma-dumped. They looked away from the TV to each other. Reading each other's minds, Jack sat them up and pulled Miriam to his lap. They resumed their makeout session from the car. Jack's hands went to her ass, guiding her over the tent in his pants. Miriam grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her chest. He gave her a rough squeeze over her top then slipped his hand to play with her nipples. He untied the strings holding her top together and tossed it somewhere in Miriam's room. He broke the kiss to shamelessly ogle her breasts. 

"Stop staring at my boobs." Miriam said shyly, covering her bare chest. 

"I was admiring the necklace I got you." He said as a matter of fact. One of his hands went up the necklace, tracing his fingers lightly against the diamonds. He smirked watching how her chest rose in anticipation. He looked up at her, nodding to himself. "I did good."

"I guess. I was just expecting you to show more appreciation because I wore it to the game." She shrugged.

Jack took it as an okay to kiss her chest. He placed a chaste kiss in the valley between her breasts. 

"How's that for appreciation?" He asked her.

"Eh," she shrugged.

"Oh it's like that." He scoffed. 

Before Miriam could respond, Jack laid her down on the bed. With one hand he slightly lifted her head and kissed her. He used his other hand to pull one of her legs over his waist as he deepened their kiss. Miriam pulled away to catch her breath, giving Jack access to her neck. She whimpered his name when she felt his teeth gently biting her.

Having enough of him on her neck, she pulled him back to her lips. She loosened the grip around his waist and used her thighs to grind into him. Jack groaned, feeling how ready she was for him through the sweats she wore. He pulled away from her lips and kissed down to her chest. He tweaked one of her nipples while he nipped and sucked her other breast. Satisfied with the lovebites on her chest, he captured her lips once more. 

"Your. Clothes. Off. Now." She told him in between kisses. 

Jack nodded. He sat up and removed his shirt and pants. He decided to stay in his boxer briefs. He waited for Miriam to finish folding her sweats. Once she was done, they resumed their makeout session. 

Jack pulled away and once more kissed down her body, but Miriam stopped him.

"As much as I want you to go down on me, I need you to be inside me." She said, pulling him back to her. 

Jack nodded and leaned down to kiss her. Miriam wrapped her arm around his shoulders to steady herself. Her free hand slid in between them and pulled out Jack's cock. She slowly stroked its length as they continued to kiss. 

"How do you want me?" She asked after a few minutes. 

"Like this is good." He replied.

"Okay, but, um, fair warning. It's rare for me to come like this, so don't be, like, discouraged if I don't."

"Uh, okay." He nodded, a bit taken back. 

"Oh and I got the birth control thingy in my arm, but I also have condoms if you wanna use those just in case."

"We can use a condom this time." Jack said confidently. 

"Okay," Miriam agreed with a shy smile.

"I also didn't bring any."

"Oh they're in that drawer." She pointed at the middle drawer in her nightstand. She watched Jack roll off her and reach over to open the drawer. He stared at it for a few seconds then placed a handful of condoms  next to Miriam. 

He sat on the edge of her bed and scratched his neck. "Imma go to the bathroom real quick." 

"It's that door." She pointed at the door perpendicular to her bed. 

Jack mumbled a quick thanks and went inside. Miriam sat up and quickly fluffed her hair hoping it looked fuller and not frizzier. She laid back down and waited…and waited. A few minutes gone by and she started panicking. A million and one thoughts ran through her head. 

Jack exited it out of the bathroom looking agitated. 

"Hey I just remembered I have an early morning and have meetings and shit, so I gotta get going." He said picking up his clothes. 

"Oh, okay…" Miriam mumbled, trying not to seem upset.

Once he was dressed, he gave her an awkward hug. "I'll text you." He said, kissing her forehead.

"Yeah." She muttered, wrapping herself in her blanket. 

Miriam waited five minutes after hearing Jack's car pull out of the driveway to get dressed. She changed into some more comfortable panties and low cut crop top before throwing on the sweats from earlier. She picked up her things and placed them on her desk, too lazy to put them away. She slipped on her fuzzy slippers and made her way to the kitchen to get a drink. 

"Jesus!" She gasped seeing her sister scroll on her phone as she sat on the kitchen island. She furrowed her eyebrows and asked. "How long have you been here?" 

"Five minutes. Abuela made plátano frito, want some?" Katalina asked her, sliding the Tupperware container to Miriam.

"Sure, do you want Lechera or cajeta?" She said, holding up the two bottles.

"Both." Her sister answered. 

Miriam nodded and placed the two bottles in front of her sister then turned back to get some forks for them. Katalina drizzled the cajeta and lechera over the fried plantain slices. 

"I thought you went to Paloma's first communion with everyone else." She commented, passing her sister a fork.

"I don't think I'm anyone's favorite person at the moment." Katalina said, referring to their friends who knew about what she did.

"I'm sure Claudia appreciates you for going off on what's her face." 

The day after Zack and Stassie's party, a video of Katalina in the bathroom telling Jocy J to stop being a 'fucking desperate clout chaser' for posting the picture of her and Claudia's boyfriend and that it was 'pathetic' to go after a guy with an amazing girlfriend who's minding her business. Of course the video went around and got reactions. Some applauded Katalina for putting the singer in her place whilst others told her to butt out since it wasn't her relationship and because Jocy J was being harmless and joking. Though at the end of the day, Jocy J got what she wanted which was to gain followers, and she didn't care if she made herself look stupid just as long as she got attention and clout.

"She texted me thank you." Katalina snorted.

"That's good." Miriam nodded. A few seconds passed and she found herself asking her older sister, "How'd you end up with abuela?"

"Mom had told her I was home and she invited me to the movies with her and grandpa 'paque no este sola'." She finger quoted.

"Oh, what movie did y'all see?" 

"What do you think Vaneeeesaaaahh." Katalina sang Miriam's character's name like Anthony Ramos did in 'In the Heights'.

Miriam's face dropped in embarrassment. "You're joking." 

"No, they wanted to make sure your movie didn't flop. Afterwards, we went to get dinner at the brewery down the block and guess who we saw there." Her sister said in a giddy tone.

"Who?" She asked, ready for her sister to spill the chisme.

"You and your amiguito, on tv. They played the Clippers game and abuela was like 'mira ahí esta la Miri con su amiguito' when they showed you on the jumbotron giggling your ass off. She tried to get more information off of me but I told her that I didn't know much." She shrugged. She arched her eyebrow and smirked. "I take the date went well since he left your boobs all marked up."

Miriam looked down at her chest and her cheeks warmed up. Sighing, she pulled her top up to cover her cleavage. "Don't let the hickies fool you."

Katalina’s teasing smile dropped to a frown. "What happened?"

"That's what I wanna know. We were about…like he was about to stick it in and he stops and goes in the bathroom and walks out saying he has to go or some shit. And I was like 'oh okay bye' and he just kisses my fucking forehead. Like WHAT?"

"I didn't flash him my boobs this time." Katalina mumbled. Her eyes widened, realizing she said that out loud. "Shit, I didn't mean to let that slip out."

Miriam folded over laughing. "Imagine."

"I'm sorry about that by the way." her sister said, making her sober up from laughing. "I have no excuse for why I did that other than being bitter that my baby sister was getting attention…I don't even know why I was so jealous of you. I didn't even see Jack the way you do. My therapist said that I have to get used to not being the center of attention because I have some narcissistic tendencies to work through."

"Damn I really slapped some sense into you if you're seeing a therapist. '' Miriam joked. 

"I should have gone a while back. Apparently what happened with Trent was traumatizing and considered grooming." Katalina said, alluding to the older photographer she dated when she was barely eighteen. 

"It was…I know what that's like from experience." Miriam said, hinting at her relationship with her professor, Dr. Stevenson, when she was eighteen. 

"Okay let's not trauma bond." Her sister said, smacking the countertop. "Retrace your steps so we can figure out why your amiguito dipped."

"Are we really gonna call Jack mi amiguito?"

"Yes."

Miriam rolled her eyes and in vague details told Katalina what happened from how they met up at the game, the weird interaction with Russ, where she learned Katalina went off on him because he said some rude things about her on Twitter after she gave him 'free promo' according to her sister. Then Miriam told her about how Kaleob went up to her after the game and that she gave Jack a very brief rundown of the people she's involved with. After that they watched Blades of Glory in her room and a makeout session that almost led to the hookup. She ended where he got weird when he got a condom from a drawer in her nightstand. 

"Well no wonder." Katalina laughed. "You intimidated him with that fucking drawer." 

"How?"

"It's a fucking mini sex shop in there. You have dildos, lube, vibrators, other shit I don't even know what they are and a fucking tentacle. What the fuck is the tentacle for? Actually, I don't wanna know what it's for that's between you and your vag." 

"It doesn't go in your vag." Miriam mumbled.

"Where does it–Oh…"

"Yeah…"

"Okay, well going back to pre-tentacle talk, I think you just freaked Jack out. Any guy seeing his girlfriend's drawer full of sex toys is bound to get intimidated thinking he wouldn't be able to satisfy you. Not to mention he found out about your exes before hand. I truly believe he just got overwhelmed." 

Miriam was quiet, letting what Katalina told her marinate in her head. She had a point. 

"What should I do?" 

Katalina held out a finger. "First, wait for him to contact you." She held out another one. "Hear what he has to say. If he says something you don't like, mándalo a chingar su madre." 

"His mom's nice. She sent me cookies the week before I flew out to New York." Miriam pouted. 

"I mean mándalo a la chingada, dumbass." Her sister explained. "He's not worth your time or peace of mind if he's being stupid." 

"You know when you're not flashing your tits at the guy I have feelings for, you're not so bad."

***

Jack knew what he did was a total dick move. But he had to get out of there. He never felt so overwhelmed and inferior. He knew Miriam did her thing to get off because she jokingly mentioned it in passing. He just wasn't expecting to see a whole arsenal of things. In the bathroom he tried to collect himself but his dick ended up getting soft. He knew there wasn't any way of saving face so he made up an excuse to leave. 

He tossed his keys in the bowl by the entrance and made his way to the kitchen for a water.

“You’re home early.” Urban commented as he fixed himself a sandwich. 

“It wasn’t exactly my night.” Jack mumbled, taking a seat across from the kitchen island where his best friend was making his sandwich.

“Did you see Twitter? People are begging that you and Miriam fuck based on how you had her laughng.” He reached for his blunt and took a hit. 

“Well I doubt that's happening after tonight.” 

Urban paused with the knife lined up against his sandwich. “You guys fucked?” he gaped at him for a second then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Wait, why are you moping around? You finally got some after god knows how long.”

"No." Jack took a deep breath and looked sternly at his best friend. “I’m gonna tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh.” 

“You can’t tell me that and expect me not to laugh.” 

“Urban, promise me.”

“Yeah, I promise. '' he waved him off before picking up his sandwich to take a bite.

“When we were…you know… I lost the urge to want to…you know.” Jack motioned with his hands.

“Man, I’m too high for you to beat around the bush. Just tell me.”

“My fucking dick got soft.” 

“How? From what your roster has told me, you stay hard for a, concerning, long time.”

“I don’t know. I got in my head after meeting her ex and about people she used to be involved with. She even had a fucking drawer full of shit to get herself off. I didn't see myself be of use for her.” 

“What she say?” 

“What do you mean?”

“When you explained why your dick got soft…” Urban trailed off watching Jack squirm in his seat. He set his sandwich down. “You left didn’t you. You’re so fucking stupid bro.”

“How?”

“Because you should have explained, dumbass. She probably feels like shit.”

“Should I call her?”

“No, Miriam doesn’t deserve your ass. She’s given you so many chances only for you to fuck up each time.” 

With that Urban and his sandwich exited the kitchen, leaving Jack to gather his thoughts. He stared at his phone, trying to figure out what to do next. He sent Miriam a text that he made it home. A few seconds passed and his phone began to ring. It was her. 

He quickly answered. "Hey," he said, making his way to his bedroom. He took off his clothes and put on grey sweats to sleep in.

"Hi, I, uh, just wanted to let you know that you, um, left your jacket at my house." Miriam said. 

"Jacket?"

"The Scorpion one."

"Oh right."

"Maybe we can meet up or something so I can give it to you?"

"Oh, um, I–"

"Or not I guess. Um, I'll leave you alone…to rest or whatever." She muttered. Her voice cracked at the end but she managed not to cry.

"I fucked up." Jack sighed. "I shouldn't have left you like that and I'm sorry."

"Wet or abruptly?"

"Both." 

"Can I ask why you left so unexpectedly?"

"I got in my head and let my insecurities get the best of me." He answered truthfully. "We saw your ex of two years, you gave a jacket your ex fuckbuddy got for you and you have a drawer full of things to get you off. I felt like I was useless to you." 

"I'm sorry if I made you feel–"

"You have nothing to apologize for. This was on me." 

"Can we facetime or did you really have shit to do in the morning?" Miriam asked him.

Jack responded to her question by switching their phone call to facetime. She was laying on her side.

"Hey." "Hi." They both said at the same time.

"If I'd known it was that kind of facetime I would've changed into something more appealing." Miriam teased him since he was shirtless. 

"Whatever you wear gets me bricked up." Jack said in a playful tone.

"Your dick got soft when I was naked under you." She deadpanned. 

"You're never gonna let that go huh?"

"Eventually." She giggled. 

She flipped the camera over so all Jack could see was her bedding. He heard moving around things being tossed around. Seconds later Miriam came into view in nothing but the Scorpion jacket and some black panties. 

"I like to have things equal so I removed some items." She explained.

Jack grinned. "I'm not complaining." 

Taglist: @cherryxcreme @youngharleezyxo @deannaard @meyocoko​ @babyharleezy​

#jack harlow smut #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow drabble #jack harlow fan fic #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow oneshot #jack and miriam

[tote-bag-study]

how to romanticize college and other helpful tips

hey guys!!! 

this is actually an assignment for my social media class i am taking this summer, but i thought it would be a good idea to share how to romanticize college and some other college tips to go with it. 

first...dorm room ideas

i recomend making a shared pinterest board between you and your roomates (if you chose to live with others) before you guys start buying your room decor. 

you need to start the romanticization of your college experience before you even sit down in a classroom and start taking notes. make your dorm room a space you enjoy. so decorate it exactly how you want to and make the space your own. don’t be afraid to have your interests as a part of your room decor. your part of the room is a reflection of you. 

here’s some inspo for you guys

i really like this one lowkey

now for fashion

if you haven’t found your personal style yet (me my freshman year of college) or you have a pretty set sense of style already, you need to be aware of what the weather is like where you are going to school. i go to school in northern indiana and had to learn (as a socal girlie) that sometimes you have to give up being fashionable when it comes to crazy weather conditions like extreme heat or snow (in my case). even when you have to sacrifice for the weather you should always try to look your best in your own style while still being comfortable in your own skin. i know the sweatpants are calling your name bestie....they do that to me too....of course they are amazing to wear to stay comfy, however, they shouldn’t be an all the time thing when it comes to outfits. 

TRUST ME!!! 

when you look your best you’ll feel your best and when you feel your best you’ll do your best. save the comfy clothes for long nights studying in the library. i’ll link some pictures to give you guys some ideas

i really like the earth tones and levi’s rn

also crop tops and baggy jeans are really cute

i have way more outfit ideas on my pinterest board that goes with this post

now onto school bags!!!!

this last school year i had a tendency of carrying both a backpack and a tote bag. i would keep essentials like my wallet, keys, water bottle, the book i was reading at the time, and my makeup bag in my tote bag and leave all my school stuff in my backpack. for this coming school year i found something super awesome it’s the green wellness tote by typo. this thing is GIANT and can carry everything i would carry in both my tote bag and backpack while still keeping everything organized. it has huge front pockets and a removable pouch on the inside of the bag so i can hold everything. 

i mean EVERYTHING!!!!!!!! 

i’ll drop the link in the link section of this post. 

but you can’t forget to personalize your bag. i use pins, pocket bac holders from bath and body works, and keychains to personalize my bag and put my own unique twist. trust me when i say having hand sanitizer on hand is extremely important so make sure you’re carrying yours at all times. i personally like the bath and body works hand sanitizers and the pocket bac holders for them are super cute. they actually just put their fall and halloween stuff out and i’m a fiend for that kind of stuff. 

now for some study tips

first things first you are going to college to get your degree so studying is important!! i feel like the best way to study is to make it fun for yourself. have your study spot, have a couple good playlists, noise canceling headphones, a study timer app, and get to it. i’ve found for me using apps like notion (you get the unlimited version of notion free if you use a school email) to take quick notes in class and then physically writing them out and make them as aesthetically pleasing as possible. writing pretty notes makes you want to look at them more and actually study from them. 

a study timer is extremely important!!! especially if you keep a study planner/journal like i do. it spaces out your study time and holds you responsible for your studying. i use the pomodoro method and am an active user of the forest app. if you guys want to be friends on forest i’ll put my friend code in the link section of this post. it’s honestly such a helpful tool for holding yourself accountable. if you don’t want to purchase an app there are a ton of free versions of the app out there that work just as well as forest. 

links

wellness tote: https://cottonon.com/US/wellness-tote-bag/1684455-04.html?dwvar_1684455-04_color=1684455-04&cgid=tote-bags&originalPid=1684455-04#start=4&sz=60

pinterest for this post: https://www.pinterest.com/rossejamss/get-into-it-yuh-college-edition/

study playlist 1: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/35MCxZePcfFVSBzlvDRynv?si=01af4965047344a4

study playlist 2: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3vCbBiJYlVROLcrbLypgUZ?si=2dd3ac8e5e2f463f

study playlist 3: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0T2AhgtKGHzyZ3qjTWdSBg?si=260eefe677b9498e

forest friend code: 6H4PQVYSG

#student #study aesthetic #study #study inspiration #study motivation #college #studyblr #aesthetic #fashion #indie girl #tote bag #tote bag study #totebag #college student #college advice #pomodoro #forest app #academia aesthetic #indie academia #hot girl tote bag #hot girl semester #spotify #study playlist #hot girls study

[yanderepuck]

How the guys react to me snapping their suspenders

Napoleon: blood curling scream. Because he decided to wear ones with a lil metal piece and ouch

Mozart: he squealed and a tremor went through his entire body and he tensed up.

Leonardo: screaming in Italian and non stop cursing

Vincent: makes a little yip noise, followed by him taking in a lot of air from trying not to scream.

Theo: a whole lot of yelling and even chases after me but I BOLTED

Arthur: screams loudest bc I snapped them HARD. Hopefully bent over in pain

Isaac: mild scream and is then rubbing the area to get the burning to stop. Probably trying not to cry.

Jean: makes a weird squealing sound. Definitely sounds like a dying animal

Dazai: yells something like Sugar Honey Iced Tea, instead of yelling "shit"

Will: is trying his best not to yell, but is definitely taking some deep breaths

Comte: loud girly scream. Also has a little metal piece of his.

Sebastian: screams and wants to punch my forehead rather than just flicking it

Vlad: yelled and felt a shock go through his entire body

Faust: screams bloody murder and is already planning what he is going to do to me

Charles: squeals and does actually cry

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp theo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp jean #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp comte #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp faust #ikevamp charles

[mikkouille]

Dear mutual @mashmouths taggie me for the game of 'Post the ten first songs on your 'On repeat' playlist on Spotify' or SMTH like that.

As I do not have a Spotify, idk what all that means, but I decided to eyeball it from what the randomiser of my phone seems to give ten times a day, from me local files.

It is a hard work of statistic 100% accurate nothing could go wrong (lie, girlie behind me in the train loudly licking chips crumbs off her fingers and chewing. noise unbearable. thought jumbled over it. the statistics have been messed up). Basically, just clicking 'next song' til I get one that makes me go oh yeh she plays all the time'. What's on my Bandcamp isn't on my local files so unfortsh we lose a whole lot of potential songs there. It's life.

1. Boris Farewell, honestly she's so good portable. I can vibe on my better audio equipment, I can vibe in the metro, in a crowd, she'll always be an enjoyable one no matter the sounds around me.

2. doechii Stressed, well damn so true. I must be stressed too.

3.Nature LIMBO, LIMBO LIMBO LIIIIIIIIIM BO LIMBO LIMBO LIIM

4. Moses Sumney Gargarin, it's hilarious how I'll hear this song ten billion times a week from shuffle, go 'oh what's that song it's nice- oh right of course' somehow there's a spell on it that makes me forget the name. but not that I like it.

5. Britney Spears Outrageous, it's not even my fave of its album yet my phone is OBSESSED with her. Outrageous. When I move my body OUTRAGEOUS when I'm at a party OUTRAGEOUS in my sexy jeans

6. THORNAPPLE As Above So Below, had a phase in my life where I looped that song for hours and then days nothing else, my shuffle never recovered I think.

7. vvv Oh dirty Leeds, I swear it's been months since I Voluntarily of my own clicked the song, she's part of the landscape of my shuffle.

8. ShinEE The Feeling, if I hit shuffle I am sure to hear it at a point or another. It's like the home screen at this point.

9. shygirl BAWDY, it's criminal how you will never witness the gay AMV that happen in my head when this song plays (10 times a day).

10. FLO Losing you, often in immediate succession with the previous one. Keep them on their toes....

++++bonus

for some reason my phone constantly plays christi interlude, but not any other song from the album... hey there sweetieeee I was just taking a look at your cHArt and OoOøh myYyi GOODNESS (goodness) You Are. experiencing THE most powerful transit right now. we have the FUOUL MOÖN. Today! At 24 degreeeeees of CAPricorn. we have PLUTO. the MAIN! planet of transfhow delightful ☺️ you were born on a Nyew Myoon :] that gives you such an OPTImistic EnErgy. you believe Anything can Happen. the woooorld is you Oyster :] the Symbol! of the New Moon... is the SEED star seed (star seed) SCA(???neverunderstoodthatword) thru the galactic Center to Evolve Humanity.

btw last time it played it, it immediately played Rina's Take me as I am and honestly the transition was so seamless to me. granted the child screaming in the BG of the train I was in did help blending stuff together but.

didn't put any song of The Kpopman's group BC it'd have been passé. cliché. frenchwordé. you can assume that yes, it throws some at me at regular intervals. Respect my privacy. (I think if I had to identify one that I'm fed the most it'd have to be Venom, every shuffle she'll be here)

Also I got songs from the game tho and aside from. the. mh. miss answers. which I respectfully skip whenever out cuz it's for in private. I have to ask my phone; what's with amdapor. carrying the dungeon ost pack...

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The total here is somewhat cohesive but also doesn't feel complete, alas it's all one can do with 10 songs...

Tagging; ppl who don't have a Spotify only.

[jeju-tangerine]

my top 10 kpop songs of 2023 :-)

after putting much too much thought and time into it, i have finally sorted out and written a list of my favorite kpop releases of 2023 ^_^ this was such a great year for kpop in my opinion, for full albums especially, and i hope 2024 will live up! in creating this, i decided to only include 1 song per artist, so as not to have the whole list be just one group. the songs often stand as representations of the entire albums, though. now here's my list :-)

a very special honorable mention goes to: "WOULD YOU RUN - Original Version" by TRI.BE, "LEFT RIGHT" by XG, "welcome to MY world" by aespa, and "loving me" by fifty-fifty (released in 2022 but i only got into it in 2023, but it's a masterpiece and deserves a shoutout)

NOW!!

10. super shy - new jeans i'll tell you one simple trick to ensure that you never grow to dislike a song from it being overplayed on tiktok: don't use tiktok. "supershy" is THE song of my summer. it's light, it's breezy, it's fun, and its repetiteveness only lends itself to it being so incredibly catchy. despite their questionable background as a group, newjeans and their team keep delivering music that feels like a breath of fresh air in the k-pop landscape, and i'm glad for it.

9. i want that - g-idle g-idle dominated this year with "queencard", which is not on MY personal list of favorites, but i would never deny its impact. however, though "i want that" was less successful, it hit so much harder for me - probably because of its actually enjoyable and catchy english lyrics (especially the verses), the dark undertones of the song, the dark… well, overtones, of the mv, and the masterful combination of the intense beat and the sweet bridge, nailed by miyeon's lovely vocals.

8. bye my neverland - kiss of life the initial soft, sugary, fairytale atmosphere of the song is soon elevated when a distant sound of a bell leads us through the prechorus right into an explosive chorus - not unlike the clock striking midnight and forcing cinderella to leave the ball. the emotional impact of this entry for me lies not really in its musical qualities, but in them being combined with the lyrics. "bye my neverland" is titled perfectly. it's an ode to making hard choices and to refusing to stay in your comfort zone, even if it seems crazy to throw it away - and at the same time, the song acknowledges that doing this is difficult. there's a sense of deep melancholy in it, but also comfort and hope. i guess that's growing up.

7. bouncy (k-hot chilli peppers) - ateez i am not a noise girlie at all, but i could not escape the siren song of ateez this year. "bouncy" goes so damn hard it's kind of ridiculous. every part is a joy to listen to, the members' deliveries are energetic and full of genuine passion - or sometimes nonchalant, when they should be -, and their live performances impressed me immensely. i might have to look more into their discography after this. "bouncy" doesn't need much description - it speaks for itself.

6. but sometimes - boynextdoor this is FUN music. i mean this more for this song than any other on this list: every single line, every sentence is deeply enjoyable and memorable. you know how some songs are nice and have pretty choruses, but when you try to remember what the verses sound like, you somehow just can't recall much? this is the opposite of that. such an incredibly fun song structure - and it's not even especially unusual. still, it's skillfully written in a way that seems to follow the phases one goes through after a breakup (or at least a teenager would). i also adore the choreography, and i'll be paying a lot of attention to boynextdoor from now on. especially jaehyun and his frankly insane charisma on stage.

5. mine - ive ive was my top artist on spotify this year, and for a good reason. in my humble opinion, they DOMINATED 2023. their first full album was absolutely killer, there is not a song on there that i dislike and "i am" is a masterpiece of a title track. however, because this is a deeply subjective list, i decided to go with "mine" as a representation of ive on here. it's my favorite track on the album, it was my 3rd most listened to song of the year as well and i love it so much. it scratches such a specific itch in my brain with its rhythmical tempo and dreamy soundscape. this song just sounds like what love feels like.

4. menow - fromis9 another perfect album of 2023 was in fact fromis' "unlock my heart". it seems like fromis have a fully realized musical identity now, and it's lovely to experience. there are better songs on the album, namely "attitude" (man that goes crazy), but "#menow" is still the heart of it, in my opinion. it feels genuine, fresh but cozy. there is a deep yearning for living life authentically to the song, and authenticity is one of the very main themes of the full album as well. "attitude" is phenomenal, but it lacks that wonderful casual girl-next-door vibe that fromis' body of work has to it, in my opinion. "#menow" captures it so well - while still being extremely fun! that prechorus? come on. other standouts on the album: "bring it on", "what i want", "eye contact".

3. rising - tripleS now here is my number 1 most listened to song of 2023. tripleS have released some super interesting-sounding stuff. i'm a big fan of "new look", and of "girls' capitalism" too, despite the title, but "rising" dominated. that second verse absolutely kills. i also love the first title-drop in the first verse, for some reason. the song is really catchy and fun, the mv looks kind of silly but gets you in the right mood, and i'm especially enamored with the last 2 lines. some songs have weak or underwhelming endings, but this is the opposite of that - i LOVE the very ending. what more do i need to say about tripleS? they were literally so right when they said la la la la.

2. farewell neverland - txt maybe i'm cheesy for it but i cannot resist a good acoustic guitar, especially when it goes as hard as it does in "farewell neverland". such a beautiful, beautiful song. deeply emotional, deeply mournful, DEEPLY atmospheric. AND it was the culmination of a gorgeous EP, which also featured such bangers as "sugar rush ride", "devil by the window" and "tinnitus". i don't know how to express how much i love this song. it's tragic, it's regretful, it's intense but measured. it sounds stunning and it is aging like a fine wine.

underwater - red velvet it's so difficult to pick just one song off a red velvet album. "chill kill" is perfection, everything i could expect from my favorite group and more. they never disappoint - they just keep surprising me with their music's longevity instead. among flawless bsides, "underwater" managed to slightly stand out. from first listen i felt there was something transcendent about the song, so it is here representing red velvet on my list proudly. there are few tracks that embody the 'velvet' of red velvet as completely as this one does. sensual, ethereal, a tiny bit dangerous. "underwater" gets you simultaneously submerged in the deep end and levitating in the air. i won't stand for ignoring "chill kill" the title track, though - it's perfect as well. the more positive-sounding melodies elevate the uncanny mood and really make it a classic red velvet title. and, okay - let me talk about the mv quickly. killer. literally. so creepy, so disturbing, so hopeful, so artfully made. and the vocals on the entire album are stunning, by the way. one other bside standout for me: "nightmare" - it literally has a musical structure which corresponds to the experience of having a nightmare and freaking out and then waking up and realizing it's all okay and it was just a dream. my GOD!!!! i come back to their music all the time, and the reason is simple: noone else does it like red velvet. they are a one of a kind kpop group and i'm so thankful for them.

thanks to anyone who's read this and have a great rest of 2024 guyz ^___^

#veltalk #red velvet #ive #fromis 9 #Youtube

[ziltoidcoffee]

Requesting more LawRusso headcanons! How do you see their domestic life together in CK era? Who does the shopping and cooking? I am thinking Daniel! As the male wife he is!

(Yay for more Lawrusso! 💜 This was super inspiring. I agree with you, anon. Probably Daniel. XD Maybe Johnny would try, but Daniel is like not sure I can lower my standards. Hope you like this drabble!)

Johnny is watching the new Top Gun on DVD when his cellphone rings. It's not like he's paying that much attention. He saw it multiple times in the theaters with Miguel and Daniel. But he is reclining on the couch in a position of near-perfect comfort with a bowl of cheese puffs on the coffee table. But he buzz of his phone vibrating in his pocket is a distraction, enough to bring him back into unpleasant self-awareness.

He grimaces at the television and grabs the remote to pause the movie anyway, not willing to miss his favorite part. Then he drags his phone free from his jeans and huffs in amusement at the name on his screen. Johnny considers letting it go to voicemail to annoy Daniel, but the lecture he would receive when his boyfriend comes home sways his decision.

"What?" Johnny answers after pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hello to you too, Johnny,” Daniel's voice is sharper and higher-pitched on the phone than in person, but Johnny smiles at the sound anyway. “Do you always answer the phone like that, or just when I call you?"

“Only for you, babe,” he teases,

Daniel's huff is unimpressed. “As if you ever get calls from anyone but me or the kids."

“Then why bother asking?" Johnny asks, flipping the remote around in his free hand. “What'd you call for?"

He can hear the exhale of frustration Daniel makes against the phone, and Johnny can practically see his drawn-out eye roll without even being there. “What kind of fabric softener do you want?”

Johnny frowns at the ceiling. “Huh?" he asks. "I don’t care. Why are you asking me?”

“We use it on clothes,” Daniel answers, drawing the words out with condescension like Johnny is an actual child.

"I know what fabric softener is," Johnny snaps.

Daniel chuckles. "Okay, well, I never saw it at your place. So I don't know what kind you prefer."

“It doesn’t matter,” Johnny tells him. “Just get whatever’s cheapest.”

“The cheapest one? It's scented. Called Springtime breeze."

Johnny's grimace would speak for him if Daniel were in the room to see, but he has to speak up. “Not that one."

“So you do have a preference,” Daniel says as if he’s won some debate.

Now Johnny’s the one rolling his eyes. "A preference against girly shit, yeah."

"It's just softener, Johnny,” Daniel sighs.

“You're the one who does all the laundry. Just get whatever you like," Johnny tells him for what feels like the fifth time.

There's a noise in the background like Daniel's thrown something into a shopping cart. "I'm just trying to be considerate," he mutters.

Johnny resists the urge to keep arguing and takes a breath like Miguel taught him. "I appreciate it," he grits out. "But I don't really care."

“Okay, but you give the worst instructions,” Daniel informs him. “Next time you're coming with me."

“You said that last time too,” Johnny points out.

“Because you groan and moan like I'm killing you," his boyfriend snaps. "It's faster if I come alone."

“But what about the time you've wasted calling me to bitch?” Johnny says and gets what he's certain is a silent scowl in response. He grins and slouches back against the couch, wondering if he can get Daniel angrier. “Just get whatever you want and come home. The dishes need to be done, and I'm already feeling hungry. So you should pick up some steaks too.” He can hear Daniel grit his teeth. "Do it yourself! I ain't your maid!"

Johnny's smile widens. "No, you're my little housewife."

Daniel's exhale is so harsh this time that Johnny can predict the shouting before he starts. “I am not— ” Johnny draws the phone away from his face until his boyfriend's complaint is inaudible. Then he waits a minute to hear Daniel's voice gain pitch and speed before he swipes to end the call.

It’ll take a minute for Daniel to realize Johnny has hung up on him, but he probably won't try to call again. Johnny turns his head to look back at the TV and grabs the remote to resume the movie.

His little housewife will be home soon, and whatever Johnny does until then won't be as fun as when Daniel gets here.

#700+ words #drabble #writing #my fanfic #fanfic #lawrusso #cobra kai #the karate kid #daniel larusso x johnny lawrence #asks answered #house husband house wife what is the difference #angry sex bout to ensue when daniel gets home #johnny knows it too #new top gun movie is amazing dont blame johnny

[jennycalendar]

🤥 LYING 💢 ANGER 🍩 DONUT 🍧 SHAVED ICE 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL 👑 CROWN 👖 JEANS 🔫 PISTOL // for whoever you want!

hM let's go with ellie!!!! i keep teasing her existence lmao

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

ellie is SO BAD at lying like my GOD! she gets all nervous and goes into this really panicky giggly semi-hysterical place where she will not meet your eyes and is trying to physically leave the room. really encapsulating "This Is Fine" energy to the extreme.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

when ellie was very little, she would grab a pair of kitchen scissors, cut up any and all available clothing, and stitch it together to make herself a cute little frankenstein-ed outfit. by itself this doesn't seem like the worst thing ever, but the problem is that ellie will go for the closets of ANYONE SHE IS LIVING WITH like a little closet monster and she ALWAYS picks the prettiest thing!!! her family had to buy locks for the closets, but all that this led to was ellie just cutting up her OWN clothing and trying to make new things with it. eventually everyone just started bringing fabric home to Appease The Beast and ellie very happily busied herself with fashion design from that point forward, but there really is always a risk when living with her that she's gonna see something cute in your closet and Attack It to make it look better. she will not ask permission and she will not ask for forgiveness. she knows she's right.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

this girl is all about intensely unhealthy junk food, in large part because she grew up in a house all about home cooking and healthy eating choices and she is Always Causing Havoc. she especially loves those cupcakes that you can get at the grocery store where the icing tastes like 90 percent dye and turns your tongue blue. her dad is always so stressed about this. her mom .... is where she gets it from.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

ellie has a little toy elephant that her family got for her when she was a baby! her mom used to call her "ellie the elephant" around that age. she tries to play it cool, but she loves it a lot, and the one time she forgot it at a slumber party, she called her parents in tears & her dad had to drive over to drop it off.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

she's a secret softie 🥺 she wants everyone to think she's Cool and Badass, but she's a little kitty cat at her core! if you ignore her, she's going to want your attention. if you give her little head pats, she's going to make a lot of noise about it, but she's not gonna go anywhere.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

ellie wants to be an iconic pop star/fashion designer and quite honestly it's almost definitely gonna happen. she's a terror.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

GLITTER. RAINBOWS. her brother describes her as a "human disco ball" and that is very very apt.

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

ellie is one of those girlies who loves bossing people around, but if you DO let her boss you around, she is the best friend you will ever have. very similar in temperament to cordelia in that regard, now that i'm thinking about it. she is absolutely ride or die and will never turn her back on ANYONE, and in fact if given an ultimatum will usually attack the person who presented it in the first place.

she has not been backstabbed, but a lot of this is because, like...passive-aggressive subterfuge doesn't really work on ellie? trying to subtly undermine her will usually get shot in the foot simply because ellie is impulsive, loud, and incredibly down to start ridiculous fights. she simply won't notice that you've created a problem for her bc she's in the middle of creating 20 already.

#asks #headcanon #ellie cervenak

[triviareads]

tagged by @mermaidsirennikita. thanks!💖

nickname: triv, trivia, hp, whatever works. The original name came from the hubris of a seventh grader who won a couple Harry Potter trivia competitions, and since then my internet friends have shortened it in a variety of delightful ways

sign: My daddy told me not to reveal private information to strangers on the internet.

height: 5′ 7"

last thing i googled: paul hollywood. It was after watching the American version of celeb bake-off.

song stuck in my head: "Warrior Legacy" by Soon Hee Newbold. @orchestra kids, if you know you know

number of followers: 321

amount of sleep: 8 hours?

lucky number: 6

dream job: lawyer? of the litigator variety? and like, an HR author or writer of some variety. Like Monica McCarty.

wearing: cropped burnt orange sweater, boyfriend jeans, my heart initial necklace

movies/books that summarize me: 

books: The Alienist by Caleb Carr, Duke of Depravity by Scarlett Scott, Burr by Gore Vidal, Nine Rules to Break When Romancing A Rake by Sarah MacLean, Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase

movies: Robin Hood (1973), The Sound of Music, Lady Chatterley's Lover (2022), Kantara (2022), Pride and Prejudice (2005)

favorite song: "Fratres" by Arvo Pärt

favorite instrument: violin

aesthetic: I like my tiny sweaters, big jeans, and big boots. And like, nice wool coats. I do veer towards darker colors and jewel tones. Makeup-wise I'm a big liquid liner/colored eyeliner girlie, and I also like to wing out my eyeshadow. Minimal lip color and jewelry. If someone would like to tell me what my aesthetic is based on this, lmk

favorite author: Right now, it might be Scarlett Scott. She's a comfort author and a delightful author all in one. Or maybe Tiffany Reisz. She makes me laugh. Or Naima Simone, she's so comforting.

favorite animal noise: the sparrows that sing outside my home every morning.

random: I would like to take this opportunity to scream about my latest WIP which is actually an original work. I'm basing it off of the decades-long affair between Lady Emily Cowper and Lord Palmerston. It's titled Interregnum. Basically, you have two fifty-something year olds and not!Emily(her name is Caroline in the story)'s husband has finally died. Now she's grappling with whether to marry not!Palmerston (he's Livingston here) or if he's going to marry her. Plus there's some factional political situation going on which may or may not be the reason Livingston is sniffing around 18 year olds for a wife.

Tagging: @sophiamariabeckett, @jeanvanjer, @sweetestviscount, @minim236, @pixie-likethecut, @hella-sirius, @ginghampearlsnsweettea, @livingonfanficseyra

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Omg I’m kinda late but if you’re still doing the ask game - Jean + lingerie and sound :))

omg no ur good!! i’m the one getting to things a little late LOL but thank u ❤️

Lingerie - do you or your f/o have any particular outfits you wear to get each other in the mood?

i am not a lingerie girlie in particular (much to jean’s dismay) but there are indeed some things i can wear to get his blood pumping (and his dick jumping)

he loves a good crop top where he can see just a smidge of tummy, and/or a form-fitting shirt that gives plenty of Boob Definition. he is a fan of such goods and is often rather shameless about staring at them, which i can’t really be mad at in any way because tbh i’m staring at him just as frequently

speaking of which, the good ol’ button up with rolled up sleeves is of course a classic that i can’t resist. he looks so good in them that i have the urge to pop every button loose by ripping the shirt off, but he also knows that i love it when he walks around in a pair of boxer briefs or whatever. like when them panties are out and about i’m gonna get in TROUBLE. the urge to smack ass or touch dick is irresistible.

Sound - what does your f/o sound like in bed? Are they loud or quiet? Breathy? Do they dirty talk you?

i wouldn’t say jean is on any extreme ends of the spectrum in regards to noise, at least not regularly or without the ability to go in the opposite direction.

he can be a bit mouthy at first with some dirty words and temptations, but there are times when things start getting so intense that it makes it difficult for him to speak. he’ll turn into mostly grunts and moans and repetitive words/curses because he gets lost in the sauce, but other times he’s prone to more coherent dirty talk and whatnot!! kinda depends on the time, place, and mood. we have the range 💅🏻

he’s also pretty conscious of our surroundings, so we can both tone it down quite well if need be. not many would think that the rather outspoken jean kirschtein would have the ability to be quiet, but he certainly does. we’re stealth fuckers fr; we can honestly get by with a lot.

spicy selfship asks

#letters. #ss: jean #oh my first husband. how i have missed thee #sorry for neglecting you baby. you know i love you come gimme kiss 💋

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Nihil

A gothic girlie who makes her home under people's bases. She is rarely seen above ground unless she is hunting for bones or potion ingredients.

No one knows how she got here, but she claims she came from the catacombs in some fanatical place called "Pareese"

Friends: Earthworms, bats, Jean-Guy the skeleton

Likes: Mining, gothic architecture, playing pranks on others

Dislikes: Noise, flying bugs, the letter H

Dream: Become a cryptid

Fatal Flaw: Imposter Syndrome

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Holidays 2023: Ring in the New Year

Summary: Eren gets dared to kiss his crush on New Year's Eve.

It's New Year's Eve and Eren is not having fun at.  He's at a party and he's been trying to avoid his crush all night.  Last time he was at a party with his crush, it was Halloween and he managed to spill drinks all over himself.  He would like to avoid a repeat of that.

Eren's nursed a persistent crush for his friend Mikasa's cousin since high school.  Luckily said cousin, Levi doesn't live nearby and only visits a few times a year, otherwise Eren would never get anything done because being around Levi turns Eren into a clumsy mess.

Right now, Eren's having problems crashing into his other friends while trying to hide from Levi, leading to many sighs and eye rolls.  "That's it," Mikasa suddenly declared, making Eren jump.  "I'm tired of you moping every time my cousin comes to visit."  She turned to him, "I dare to kiss him at the New Year's Even countdown."

Eren sputtered, trying to come up with some excuse to decline when Jean cut in: "She's right, you become completely useless whenever Levi comes around.  You need to confess your feelings, get rejected and move on."

"I don't think it's inevitable that a rejection will be the result." Armin chimed in, "you might be surprised at the results."  The last line from Armin finally convinced Eren to screw up his courage and give this a shot.  At least if he's rejected, he tried and could try to get over his crush with no regrets.

Eren finished his champagne and grabbed two more and begin to look for Levi.  It was nearly midnight, and Eren decided he should confess before the year's over.  Levi is the quiet type and prefers solitude to socializing and sure enough, Eren found him on the back porch, looking at the stars.

Levi must have been waiting for someone because as soon as he heard the door open, he said, "Nice clear night we got, especially after that nasty winter storm over Christmas."  

Not knowing what to say, Eren mumbled something about wishing Levi and late happy birthday.  "Yes, I had a nice birthday, thank you for the thoughtful gift."  Eren had given Levi a book about teas of the world.

"No, thank you for your Christmas gift," Eren said, he reached inside his shirt for his necklace and fished out a key charm, "see I'm wearing it right now."  Levi's one of the few people who didn't make fun of him for liking "girly" things such as jewelry.

They are face to face now and Eren didn't know what to do except offer Levi one of the champagne his holding.  Levi accepted it and their hands brushed against each other.  Eren's stomach fluttered at this, and he fought hard the instinct to run away in embarrassment.  Instead, he asked, "Were you star gazing?  I didn't know you liked doing that?"

Levi beckoned him closer and told him to look up, there were shooting stars streaking across the clear night sky.  Eren gasped in wonder, while Levi said, "see, it's like a private light show."

Back inside the house, they can hear the party getting louder and more excited as the new year approaches, starting the countdown already.  But Eren didn't pay them no mind, he was enraptured by the meteor shower.  A bright star streaked across the sky, "make a wish," Eren hear Levi say close to his ear, so he did.

"Three"

Eren turned to look at Levi, whose face was still close to his own, and made his decision.

"Two"

Eren closed his eyes and leaned toward Levi, erasing the gap between them.

"One!"

Their lips met and fireworks exploded inside Eren's eyelids.  Levi's hands came around Eren's shoulders as he kissed back.  Too soon they broke apart, needing to come up for air.  The party noises coming from the house fading far away.

"Did your wish come true?" Levi askes, a slight smirk on his face as Eren nodded vigorously.

Looks like the new year will also be the start of a beautiful, new relationship.

#AOT ficlets and drabbles #holidays 2023