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lovesickonmybed · 1 month

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crazy fuckin' phenomenon | 18+

masterlist | info about palestine | donate to gaza

pairing | dbf!joel miller x reader

synopsis | after your dad abandons joel to watch instagram reels in the bathroom, an argument over the remote ends in a new discovery

warnings | excessive use of bigfoot as a plot device, dbf!joel, explicit sexual content, smut, age gap (20s/late 30s), play fighting with sexual tension, wedgies, humiliation, degradation, kink discovery, semi brat tamer!joel, almost getting caught, blue balls

word count | 2030

a/n | this was co-written with one of my favorite people ever but they wish to remain anonymous! this was so so so fun to work on and i think it really shows. i urge you to not buy any of the last of us games, including the remaster as the creator, neil druckmann is a zionist. the second game is based off of the israeli occupation in palestine and you can learn more about that here.

“Joel I swear to fucking god if I have to watch one more episode of Finding Bigfoot, I’m clawing my eyes out.”

There’s only so much bickering between Matt Moneymaker and Ranae Holland that you can take, and apparently, you’ve found your limit. Approximately five minutes. Joel had come over to hang out with your father, they had planned to watch some war movie because they’re fucking old, but, in typical dad fashion, your father had gotten up halfway through to use the bathroom. After 30 minutes, Joel couldn’t wait anymore and switched the TV to Animal Planet so he could watch Finding Bigfoot reruns. That was two hours ago, and you’ve now spent an hour on the couch with Joel, pleading for him to change it. Of course, your TV decides to stop working the one time your dad actually wants to use the living room TV. So, yeah, you can be a little bit of a drama queen.

“If you can drag your old man off ‘a the shitter, we can go back to watchin’ Come and See. Three fuckin’ hours, startin’ to think he pulled an Elvis.”

“Seriously, Joel,” you bellyache, slumping back into the couch. “Dunno why they’re looking for Bigfoot when he’s clearly right fucking here.” You shoot him a glare from across the couch.

“Uh huh,” Joel drones, either not listening or either not giving a fuck while he watches one of the camouflaged hosts do a shitty imitation of a sasquatch mating call.

Well, since he’s distracted…

With the stealth of a super spy, you lunge over Joel’s lap towards the side table, reaching past discarded beer bottles and hunting magazines for the hijacked remote. You snatch it right up, victorious for a few seconds at most.

“Now what in the hell do you think you’re doin’? Gonna put on fuckin’ Euphoria or something?” You don’t have time to come up with a witty response before you’re pinned down to the couch cushions. Joel’s hulking form hangs over you, shoulders broad and his hair messy as he gives you a smug look. Cursing the cavewoman part of you that gets butterflies in your stomach from how easily he overpowers you, you writhe underneath him.

“Joel what the fuck? Get off me you old fuck!” You groan, grunting in frustration as you try to maneuver Joel off of you. You’re weak as shit but you remember something from the self defense class you took in high school. You knee Joel in the chest, causing him to fall back, giving you a chance to roll off the couch and onto your knees. You look back as he coughs and gasps, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh you little shit!” Joel groans, getting off the couch and looming over you like a killer in a slasher fic. He smirks down at you, tilting his head to the side like Micheal Myers.

You feel your heart start to race and your cunt start to pulse. You turn back and start to crawl away but Joel leans down and grabs your ankle, pulling you back to him. You definitely feel like you’re in a slasher film now.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re not gettin’ away that easily…needa stop acting like such a little brat. Your daddy was never that good at discipline.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting. But Joel’s warm hands sneaking down the waistband of your denim cutoffs is not it. You cry out as his fingers loop around your purple thong, drawing it midway up your back. Pain sears up your ass, and much more dangerous, pleasure tingles in your cunt when the front of your thong slips between your folds. Kicking your legs, you smack your palm into the carpet underneath you. “Joel!” you gasp out in surprise.

Maddeningly, Joel chuckles at your struggle underneath him. He shifts to straddle your upper thighs, weighing you down even more. “What, ain’t ever had a wedgie before?” Another sharp tug makes your head drop to the floor. You fight not to give into your body’s base desire to arch your back. “With how often you run your mouth, I’m surprised your friends never ran you up the flagpole in the schoolyard.”

You scrunch your fingers in the fiber of the carpet, trying to anchor yourself to anything other than the searing pain in your ass and cunt. It doesn’t work. You can’t focus on anything but this cruel and unusual punishment. Your dad’s best friend, wedgieing you into obedience.

Somehow, he pulls even harder. All of that contracting work isn’t for nothing. You’re silently moaning now, mouth open and your forehead dipped to the floor, desperate pants flying in and out of your mouth. “Hmmm,” he hums. “Wonder if I could get these over your head. Bet you’d have an easier time watchin’ my show with that.”

“Please,” you rasp. Your brain wants you to beg for him to let you go. Your cunt wants you to beg for him to be meaner. To go all the way and snap them over your head, leaving you ass up and face down, split in half for his enjoyment. You short circuit before you can get any further into the plea, because he’s pulling your panties even higher in brutal bursts.

“Begging ain’t gonna help, honey. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”

The waistband gets halfway up your neck before Joel gives up. The tension in your body lessons as you melt into the floor. “You ain’t off the hook yet, missy,” Joel says, smirk evident in his voice.

He guides your arms through the leg holes of your panties, and you moan helplessly as he snaps them over your shoulders, leaving you in the equivalent of a wedgie bodysuit. You feel like you’re being split in half.

You can’t help it. You roll your hips, grinding into your panties and the floor. The pressure is everywhere and it’s perfect. Perfect against your burning asshole, your leaking cunt, and your throbbing clit. Every movement also propels you up against Joel, something you can’t even bring yourself to remember right now. You’re wet – unbelievably fucking wet. “What the hell are you doing to me?” you whine, still humping the floor as heat blossoms in your core.

Joel stiffens above you. “Are you…” He clears his throat, a rough noise. “Are you fuckin’ into this?”

The question alone makes you whimper.

Every rock of your hips has the wedgie slicing deeper, pulling you apart piece by piece from your most sensitive place. You arch your back properly, that way every time you go up, you can feel Joel’s bulge against your rear. Joel’s quickly hardening bulge as he watches you lose all of your dignity while humping the floor with your panties rammed up your ass.

“Shut the fuck up, Joel! I’m not into this…I just-” He cuts you off by flicking the string of your thong. Tellingly, you moan out.

“Just what? Just get off on getting split in half by your fuckin’ panties?”

You try to speak but he shoves you forward, pressing your face against the carpet and pinning you down, “Just shut your mouth, don’t want your daddy findin’ ya like this do ya? God, just imagine what he’d say…. Seein’ his precious ‘lil girl gettin’ all wet from a well-deserved wedgie up these plump fuckin’ cheeks.” His hand glides down between your ass cheeks and slaps against your denim-covered bottom. You jolt, moaning where he’s pressing your face into the carpet. You’ll be surprised if your drool isn’t soaking it.

“Joooooel,” you pout, still fighting underneath him. You kick your feet, and they barely graze the small of Joel’s back, a sort of flexibility you can’t afford very much of right now. “Can’t… can’t take much more. Hurts.”

“I’ll tell you what you can take, you little brat. You’re lucky you’re not hangin’ up by these,” Joel grabs the waistband of your light wash denim shorts, using it to lift you up off the floor while you grasp at the carpet in a poor attempt to stay on the ground.

It doesn’t work. Joel hauls you up, grabbing the front and back of your wedgie. You can’t stop yourself from moaning again, dimly away that your dad is still in the bathroom and still could walk out at any given time. You hope Joel’s good ear can hear if the toilet flushes, because you can’t hear a damn thing over your own pulse rocketing in your ears.

He yanks the back of your thong, and then the front, effectively flossing your ass crack and cunt. Your hands fly down to your thighs, but it’s not like you can do anything, because the next thing Joel does is lift you fully off the ground. You cry out, hastily clamping a hand over your mouth, and decide three things back to back to back.

One – fuck Joel Miller.

Two – fuck Joel Miller.

Three – you might actually really like this.

The third one you realize when you look down to see your arousal seeping through the denim. The humiliation stings on your cheeks with a sort of heat you’ve never felt in your life. He bounces you in the damn thing, pulling you up and down with a strength you’d never fathomed he could have.

You can’t stop yourself from grinding down when he brings you up, pulling your panties even deeper into your ass and cunt. You whine and grab at Joel’s forearm for purchase, nearly fucking yourself against the thin fabric that’s cutting you in half. Joel’s satisfaction at it all, the way you can feel him getting sadistically hard behind you from your cocktail of pain and pleasure, is what truly makes it for you. You buck against your panties even harder, letting out a truly ragged moan when it brushes your clit just right.

“You’re taking this so good, ain’t even cryin’ or nothin’. Should I hang you up? Get your eyes just as wet as your cunt? Could you even take it, or are you gonna cream your pretty little panties before I even get you on a hook?”

The answer is yes – you are going to cream your panties before he gets you on a hook.

Your orgasm rips through you violently, lighting you on fire as you hang in suspension and just take it. Ass burning and your cunt dripping like Niagara Falls, you clench and grind on your panties as desperately as you can to prolong your orgasm. Your eyes water, heart beating out of control. Joel’s hand cups your mound, heel rubbing against where your clit pulses. You’re still tremoring by the time you come down. Everything feels like it’s in technicolor, easily marking the most powerful orgasm of your life.

You realize Joel has deposited you back on the ground. It’s a miracle you’re even standing at all with how limp-boned you are. Chest rising and falling, you stumble back around to face Joel, whose cock is straining against his jeans. You’re about to put him out of his misery, not even taking the time to pick your wedgie as your hand flies towards his belt when you hear it –

Wooooooooshgluglgulglug.

You take your wedgie out like you’re racing to get rid of a ticking time bomb, frantically yanking it down your shoulders and tucking the strings into your waistband. Still burning up from your orgasm, blatantly freshly fucked, you give Joel a half-apologetic look (he had given you a hellish wedgie, after all) and scamper upstairs.

You barely acknowledge your dad as you brush past him. “Hey sweetie, goin’ back up?”

“Mhm,” you get out, almost tripping up the stairs.

“Hm, wonder what’s wrong with her,” you hear your dad reflect to Joel.

“No idea,” Joel says.

You’re about to close your door when you hear more commentary from downstairs. Your dad’s voice. “Woah there, man. Got a thing for bigfoot?”

Your eyebrows shoot to your goddamn hairline as your heartbeat spikes and your brain fills in the gaps.

“Fear boners, crazy fuckin’ phenomenon,” Joel says, just as casual as ever. Yeah. Crazy fucking phenomenon is right.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller/reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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‘take me home’ - the fic through instagram

companion to ‘take me home - mick schumacher’

yourusername on wednesdays we make mickey wear pink!

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mickschumacher ❤️

-> y/l/nplumbing no

-> yourusername dad what did i say about using the business account to stalk me and my boyfriend

-> y/l/nplumbing . . . to not to

estebanocon MEAN GIRLS?? you have him WHIPPED

-> yourusername it was even his idea!

yourusername my coastal cowboy!

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sebastianvettel Glad you kids are having a great time! Hanna and the girls say hi!

mickschumacher next time i suggest going to mexico, talk me out of it.

-> yourusername come on mickey, you had a great time save for the sunburn

-> mickschumacher and now my back hurts so much that i can't put any pressure on it

y/nschumacher you may now kiss the bride!

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corinnaschumacher Micheal would be so proud!

sebastianvettel Congratulations kids!

mickschumacher I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, schatzi

-> y/nschumacher and I you ❤️

y/l/nplumbing im proud of you, kiddo. you look so grown up in that dress!

#mick schumacher #f1 x reader #mick schumacher x reader #f1 imagine #lovelytsunodas one direction series #ig aus

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faithshouseofchaos · 8 months

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Some more of my Formal one DR

Ok so I reshaped my Dr well more like I added a new team and made mick my teammate and Seb and Kimi are our principals and Michael Schumacer

I’m the Second seat driver for Lamborghini Mick Schumacher is the first Seat driver our principals are Kimi,Sebastian and sometimes Michael.

After the 2022 racing season a new team was made for 2023 Lamborghini Formula One racing a team of three retired F1 goats and two 20 something year olds what could go wrong….

What our suits look like

Our racing suits are black with dark purple seems and we have white fireproofs (at bottom for reference)

Kimi and I aren’t allowed to be unsupervised whenever alcohol is involved because we both get a little too friendly with everyone and sometimes I’m an angry drunk we learned the hard way I’m also reckless when I’m drunk and I don’t value my safety. People often ask if kimi and I are related because we are so similar we’re not big people persons and we don’t like talking we’d rather sit in silence but it’s like an comfortable silence not like an awkward silence.

Micheal

He calls me kid and when he found out that I loved horses he brought me one for my birthday her name is Loki she’s a blue roan he knows that my Nephew is a huge cars fan like he loves that movie and my Nephew cried when he met Michael. While growing up Michael let me stay with him and his family after races I even got my own room at the Schumacher residence I call him papa Schumacher.

Mick Schumi

My favorite teammate by far (don’t tell max) he was also one of the ones who’s told me that when I wasn’t racing that I should work on my music. He also get me plants and books because I love them. He once talked to my mom just to know what he should get me he also spy’s on me for my mom.

When Michael,Kimi,Sebastian and Daniel taught me to drive

There was a lot of backseat driving from Michael and Sebastian

They randomly yelled out loud to spook me

Daniel laughed the whole time

Kimi sat in the backseat drinking

It was chaotic Seb and Michael started talking in German and when they get started talking in German they get loud when Kimi gets drunk he kinda acts like a giant baby he kept sticking his hand in in between the front seats and pulling me hair and putting his hands in my face

Eventually Daniel kicked the three out and he took over teaching me to drive it was alot less stressful tbh

The guys (Charles Max Daniel Pierre Seb and Kimi) once ambushed me into telling carols about my feelings for him they forced me to share a hotel room with him. Funny enough there was a supernatural fan convention in town where we had an race I met Jensen Ackles and we talked for an hour and he told me to Quote on Quote “to nut up” and just tell Carlos how I felt then handed me a drink to calm my nerves down a bit. Carlos taught it was funny because after I told him about my feelings he said that he knew and when I asked him how he knew he said the Pierre had told him so the next day when everybody came out of there rooms i jumped Pierre and put him in a headlock for it.

Timeline of the teams I drove for

Team one age 17/18– I drove for red bull for two years

Team two age 18/19 I drove for Mercedes for 1 year

Team three age 19-21 started driving for Lamborghini for three years

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Tagged @maxverstappen1

FreyaMcLaren12: look at what I found max 🥺

Maxverstappen1- that was the first time I met you

Charles_leclerc-freya why are you making that face??? 🤣🤣

FreyaMcLaren12-Because it was also the first time I met you too Charles🙄

Charles_leclerc-🥲

Pierre_gasly— Charles is currently crying rn 🤣🤣

FreyaMclaren12– I wouldn’t get to cocky there frenchie it was also the first time I met you too🖕🏻

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queerbuckleys · 5 months

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TEASE BIT TUESDAY tagged by @princessfbi and @hippolotamus <3

Eddie scans the extensive finalized guest list, “Who invited him?” his tone is accusatory. “And don’t play dumb, you know exactly who I mean.” he raises an eyebrow sharply at the two likely culprits. “I put him on there.” Sophia replies after a moment of silence, her attention not straying from Chris grabbing at the shiny confetti littering the table. “You need more friends. I actually argue he is your friend – but you are too stubborn to admit it.” “I have friends–” “Other than the three people in this room with object permanence.” Adriana interrupts him. Eddie sputters for a minute before realizing that other than Micheal, they’re right. “Not my fault no one wants to be friends with a twenty-one year old single father.” Everyone rolls their eyes. “Evan does.” Sophia says bluntly. And it’s Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes, and he suddenly feels hot and flushed. “Oh my god.” Karen starts staring at him with knowing eyes. “Fine, he can come but I swear to god if I am stuck with him all night–” “I made sure to include a plus one.” Sophia smiles. “Who?” He feels his mouth go a little dry, “Just you know, out of curiosity.” Karen is still watching him. Adriana flips through the list again, “Hen.” And there’s a sudden relief flowing through him that he doesn’t quite understand. So this is going to happen, and it becomes very real when he checks Instagram after Chris has fallen asleep on his chest the night before the party and he finds that Hen has posted a picture from a private jet with Evan, she looks radiant her signature bright smile leaning into a reluctant but rested Evan, who looks soft in a dark blue hoodie leaning into the jet’s wall, his hair soft like it was the night in the kitchen.

tagging @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @fleurdebeton @giddyupbuck and any other friends who what to share!

#tease bit tuesday #maathp #chap. 4 #swear shes coming soon! :P

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triplexdoublex · 11 months

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Omg I don't even know where to begin with her💀💀 Megan did a photoshoot for sports illustrated magazine and not only did they edit the hell out of her pic but omfg the interview....... It's to much to go through but go to thier website and scroll alllll the way bottom and omfg there is so much to unpack. But I will say 2 major things that bothered me the most, first she said "she was a head of the #metoo movement before it even began"..... Does anyone remember when she put out a statement on her Instagram story after everyone was screaming justice for Megan and said that she basically extratered wat happened when she was younger and Micheal bay diddnt actually do anything??? So now she's all about the movement bc her and colson broke up and she has nothing else??? Second she said "anyone who's been unfortunate to get stuck at my table at events has ended up going through a total psychology exam, bc I don't know how to just be like ok this is fire wow guys so I go straight to How old were u when ur parents got divorced? Do u dream about ur dad?" Like it's not funny and quirky to talk about someones truamas Like can u imagine sitting at a event and she goes "Oh ur parents got divorced and fought all the time and talked bad about the other to u? I can tell by ur aura" and thats not even everything she talked about. And then I get to thinking about how insanly insensitive that is especially if she is around Colsons friends and people in the music industry, considering alot of people in the music industry write songs about their past truamas....

“I wish everyone noticed my aura, cuz it’s a rainbow aura, and it’s special” 🙄🤢

She’s so nauseating, I’ve never seen anyone radiate such “pick me” energy the way she does.

Yep I remember that, she back pedaled so fast. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Also don’t forget next month it’s time for her yearly rainbow manicure to remind everyone shes been “putting the B in Lgbtq+ for over 3 decades”

She’s so phony and and just feeds off everyone’s trauma, maybe that’s how she keeps her aura so colorful, collecting people’s trauma like fucking Pokémon 😡

#megan fox

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essy2014 · 1 year

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luke Hemmings Instagram imagine

your Instagram if you were sierra deaton basically, #jealousofsierradeaton

yourinstagram

yesterday is history, Tomorrow is a mystery.

@ lukehemmings - wow.😍

@ MichaelClifford - why are you guys out without meeeee

@ calumhood- let them have their moments k mate?

@ 5sosfansince2015 - THE MALUM CONVOS

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thanks you guys so much for all the love and support to older, I'm also so grateful to 5sos for this amazing experience, so excited for the show 😉😉

@ 5sos - of course y/n it's a pleasure to preform with you!

@ cakestanaccount- wait did she just hint at her joining the 5sos show tour?!?!?!

@ lukehemmings- boys we need an extra bunk on the bus!!!

@ wfttwtaflover - hold up now Luke, AN EXTRA BUNK?? I swear if it's for y/n

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by the way, I'm going out tonight

@ Lukehemmings- I wanna say it was my idea to put the cool lights in the house

@ Liz hemmings- be safe hunny, you look great. 🩷

@ CrystalLeigh - can't wait to see you tonight 😊

@ almondmilkhunni - I need to borrow that fit ✨✨

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why do we complicate it ?

@ Lukehemmings- I fangirl over this woman

@ yourinstagram- Luke, I'm your girlfriend.

@ Lukehemmings- that's the point love.

@ lashtonschild - aww

yourinstagram

I can't explain your love, it's better than words

@ Lukehemmings- yes! I am an ICON.

@ Ashtonirwin - y/n we need more petunia content I'm tired of you face!!

@ mikeysmylittlepony- slay Ashton 😂

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this one's just for you Ashton Irwin

@ Ashton irwin- thanks Hemmings residents

@ Micheal Clifford- this is what I follow y/n for. petunia.

@ wfttwtaflover- petunia 🩷🩷🩷🩷

@ lukehemmings- my girlfriends 💋💋

#luke hemmings x reader #5sos #luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagines

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eyesaremosaics · 2 years

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One of my closest friends from high school got married this weekend. How I found out was some photos posted by her so called “best” friend in her Instagram stories. This friend, I’ll call her cruxshadows, has always had issues with this other friend of hers since middle school. Cruxshadows used to sit with me on her porch and cry to me about how much this other person hurt her, was never there for her when she needed her, treated cruxshadows like she wasn’t cool enough to hang out with her.

Last time I saw cruxshadows was after Michael’s funeral. Oddly enough, I was with the other girl, she and cruxshadows lived together, and the other girl told me I could stay at her house. Seeing Cruxshadows after so many years of silence was bittersweet. She looked at me with guilty eyes and said my name both sadly, and beguiling. There was a wistful sadness in the way she said my name. It felt like oceans of time parted us.

Even though we had lost touch in the last ten years, I still thought our friendship from childhood was deep enough that I would be invited to her wedding, but I wasn’t. I found it a little insulting that this other girl was worth her making the effort to maintain a friendship, but I wasn’t. Especially after all she has put her through. It’s not just about the distance either, because she invited another mutual friend of ours from Boston. Just another female relationship that I put my heart and soul into, only to realize—they don’t feel the same way about me.

To be honest, I’m really starting to fear and distrust women. Every woman I have been extremely close to… has burned me in one way or another. Whether it’s a boy coming between us, money, addiction, ghosting me for no reason, or just neglect… I dunno. All I know is I no longer feel safe connecting emotionally with women. At my birthday—it was all men. Mostly gay men. The only exception being a girlfriend of a friend, and Isabella.

My gay boys are very loyal to me, and I to them. Since there is no competition, it’s the best kind of relationship to have. We love being together, because we love each other unconditionally for who we are inside. There’s no comparison thinking, jealousy or any other bullshit that is perpetrated by women.

I dunno… I really thought cruxshadows was one of my only true friends. Even though we didn’t talk often, I really thought our connection was very deep. Free of all the aforementioned issues. She was my sober, silly, theater friend. She pulled me out of a very dark time in my life. I was in the throes of my first ever heartbreak. I had just attempted suicide. All my other friends were hooking up with older guys, doing drugs and getting drunk at parties weekly. I drank, but I didn’t do drugs then, and I wasn’t having sex. I felt like the only one.

Cruxshadows was a goth girl, a Scorpio, with the same birthday as Winona Ryder (who is subsequently my hero), also a year older than I. We met at lunch, and she was really shy. She looked at me with those big googly amber eyes of hers, like a sick little nostalgia puppy at the animal shelter. She warmed up to me after a while, and when she did I asked her why she was so shy at the beginning. She burst out with a sudden violence: “because I wanted you to LIKE me!”

Whenever I was sad, crying in my room over Micheal, Carly would knock on my door asking if I wanted to go for a drive. We would drive aimlessly for hours. She was so weird, but I loved her for that. We would go to goodwill, but some hideous 80s prom dresses and drive through mall parking lots blasting phantom of the opera and belting the songs out the windows to annoy people.

We would watch Gilmore girls, eating garbage. Cruxshadows was the queen of junk food. She would always put one leg up on the dash while driving. Always had a fast food cup full of soda. We loved all the sane music, and went to the goth clubs soon as we were 18. We did plays together, had sleepovers all the time, watching sleepy hollow and playing with all her animals—cruxshadows had a menagerie at home. Her love of animals was one of her most endearing qualities.

She used to love to stalk boys she liked. She was crazy. She used to drag me to sit in the parking lot outside the dry cleaners so she could spy on this boy who worked there from the car with binoculars—I kid you not lol. Our friend Kevin was in his van with us once, and he said to her: “you’re a really bad stalker—“ she cut across him venomously, looking away from her binoculars with sudden violence saying: “QUIET! I’m a very good stalker!”

She made us switch cars, and wear wigs and different outfits to appear incognito so the boys wouldn’t recognize us. She was a riot. We would bake cookies, and movie hop all day long. Frequently going to the pet store, and thrift shops…Disneyland, theme parks, Halloween parties…

The Cruxshadows was her favorite band, and she said the song “Marilyn My Bitterness” reminded her of how she felt about her best friend (the one I mentioned from earlier). So many delightful memories, mixed in with the deep and meaningful. We used to read Anne Rice, and devise a plan to go to the vampire ball. I’m finally going—but not with her.

She always stood up for me, had my back when I needed her most. Around the time I was involved with my narcissistic ex, cruxshadows and I went to death guild to dance. My ex kept appearing wherever I was, trying to physically intimidate me. Finally I asked him what he wanted, and it escalated to him manipulating me into letting him give me a ride home. Cruxshadows darted in between us put her arms out at her sides to shield me s reaming: “NO!”

There was a brief silence, where my ex looked perplexed by her actions. Cruxshadows said to me: “I’m sorry Megan, he’s always been nice to me, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not a good guy.” She begged me not to go with him, but I did. She was furious with me. Boy, how right she was.

These are just small examples… but I was there for her through all her break ups… I stood by her when anyone treated her unfairly. We moved to different areas and got just with our lives… but I always assumed we were like sisters… that the connection would always be there—because every time we met up after not seeing each other for ages, we just picked up where we left off.

I know weddings are expensive, and it looks like it was a very intimate affair, she only had two bridesmaids… I wasn’t expecting to be a bridesmaid, but I thought… I guess I just can’t take it personally. I don’t know why this hurts so much.

Truthfully, I am longing for female friendship. Yet, no matter how hard I try, I don’t end up being a priority in anyones life…the way I make them in mine.

My therapist is pretty annoying actually, she said basically that I’m putting energy into relationships with people who don’t care about me. Sometimes that feels like the story of my life. Not to sound dramatic, but it’s really true. Honestly if I didn’t have Yury… I dunno. I really think I would have still been on drugs and would probably be dead by now. The loneliness and feelings of worthlessness were always what fueled my substance abuse.

Always was a lonely child. I remember watching other children play on the playground, wishing I had a one true best friend. People thought I was weird. It was hard for me to make friends, and so I was picked on for being different.

Maybe that comedian was right—maybe I am unlikeable.

I overshare, my feelings are very intense, I have a temper, and I tend to be self involved (though I really, honestly don’t mean to be!) it’s just that I was left alone so much as a child… I had to invent people to play with me. I survived all the traumas of my life by escaping into my overactive imagination. My Pisces moon and fanciful nature insulated me from the harsh realities of the world, and as a result of having only my own company to keep, I get stuck in my head on a loop, and my myopic eyes can’t see outside anything else at times.

Deep down I know I have a good heart, and I have tremendous empathy for others. I feel like I have spent my whole life taking care of broken people. Hoping that fixing them would fix me—so I wouldn’t be broken anymore. All the intensity of my self karma… is off putting to others. It has made me hard to be around. I try SO VERY HARD to hide this. Try so hard to only discuss fun and happy things. I’m terrified to open up to people, because it’s like opening Pandora’s box of evil. All my trauma comes billowing out like a coiling miasma. Taking the lid off that can of worms is like screaming black blood in peoples faces—exorcist style. No wonder no one wants to be around me.

That’s only when I open up though. For the last few years, I won’t do that. I try to keep conversation light and breezy. “do not let others see the darkness within. Don’t let anyone know that you’re tainted.” How dramatic this all sounds. So dreadfully boring.

With cruxshadows … I know… this can’t be the reason. She opened up to me just as deeply as I did to her. Perhaps the ravages of time made her forget about me. I should have made more of an effort…. Yet, I remember texting her often, and her always being too busy. Eventually, I stopped trying. It takes two people to create a relationship.

Sometimes we outgrow each other.

I am trying to be rational, they only had only so many seats to work with, weddings are expensive. I just didn’t make the cut because it was an intimate affair. I hope. Doesn’t make it hurt any less.

#me #stream of consciousness

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You seem to be into a lot of different forms of arts & crafts, and I was wondering where you would begin to learn about such hobbies. What places would you recommend to get resources from? Resources such as paints, fabrics, brushes etcetera or whatever you mainly use. I'm not sure what it's called, but that hawks panel you painted on glass or something similar—what paints would you typically use for that and where did you learn to start? I would try to find the post myself but mobile is funky.

honestly i youtube absolutely everything and most of the hobby arts and crafts ive gotten into ive learned solely through youtube. i think instagram and pinterest also have their place for inspo and little extra bits of info u wouldnt normally think of as for supplies, it really depends on what ur buying and what ur doing. but i honestly get most things from my local walmart, amazon, and craft stores. i think for most basic supplies those are good places to start, if ur wanting to get into something way more specialized tho i think places like etsy and indipendant shops are gonna be more useful tho for the glass paintings, i learned how to do them and what materials id need from youtube vids and some tiktoks, then i got the glass from the dollar store by just buying their really cheap picture frames and not using the frame. u need 2 types of paint for glass paintings, an oil based paint for the outline, i used sharpie oil based paint markers in the extra fine tip. i got mine at my local staples but lots of places like walmart and amazon sell them and then acrylic paints for the colors. u need this because otherwise the outline layer will get dissolved when u go to do the next layers. like dissolves like, so u want to use oil so it wont move once u apply the acrylic because acrylic is water based. for the paints i got those at walmart, its a good idea to use cheaper quality paint for glass paintings cause u need to use a lot of it and put it on in thick layers. those like 97 cent paints are honestly perfect for this. it's much more like frosting a cookie than painting a picture. as for brushes i got those at my local micheals because i wanted specific shapes and some ultra fine ones, so for specialty things like that i usually hit up a craft store

#jack.speaks #anon #lemme know if u have anymore questions or want help or tips or tricks and stuff!#i love talking about making art and what materials ppl use and techniques and things #and i love sharing info on how to make stuff

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 579, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1153

For the next week, there were family members and friends who stopped by to offer condolences and to offer help around the house- my brothers and their families, Jackie and her yummy cooking packed away nice and neatly in Tupperware containers, Peter’s sisters and nieces with their sweet, comforting words of reassurances and quick to offer help with tending to the house, Ken Anderson with little edits and additions to his latest musical, which was set to open this next October thirty first, James and Aaron bringing little girl over to see her Papa Pete, Mama Wen Wen and cousins.

And don’t get me wrong- I was always thankful for more help around the house after the unexpected death of my baby sister. The medical report came back and her cause of death had been officially ruled as her body giving up after the mass in her head had shrunk enough.

I had gone in and announced Sammi’s untimely passing onto her Instagram and deactivated her OnlyFans, stating that I would take down her Instagram in a week. The comments were quickly filled with goodbyes to Sammi Heart and good wishes for her on the other side. I also had the feeling that Baby Noah’s father would try to seize full custody of his son from Peter and I, leading me to teaching Baby Noah our phone numbers and me becoming even more overprotective of my nephew than I already was.

I would mostly spend my time either in bed surrounded by pillows and blankets or in my office working on my autobiography or in the kitchen baking bread. I didn’t have very much energy, and aside from sweet snuggles and chaste kisses while out in public view

And sure enough, Governor Paul Thomas Grantsville sent a lawyer over to our house to serve Peter and I for full custody of his son. Peter had went outside onto the porch with a copies of Sammi’s will with included the ironclad custody paperwork for Baby Noah. Peter had already changed the little man’s last name to Ratajczyk before putting him onto his medical insurance. After showing him everything, the visiting lawyer took the summons that he had been sent to deliver and ripped it in half before leaving.

“I’ll give this to the governor to review,” he said in an apologetic tone of voice before leaving the premise.

But still I had the overwhelming feeling that the pathetic little slimeball would not rest until he had my nephew in his slimy little paws. And so if Baby Noah wasn’t in my line of sight, then he was with Peter and no one else. As much as I trusted Elizabeth and Katie, I honestly wasn’t comfortable with having the two be in charge of the bubbly little man with such a nasty human being out and about.

Elizabeth and Katie both started up school ONCE MORE at Saint Micheals, Elizabeth with her steampunk inspired attire and warm hats to keep her bald little head warm and Katie with her brightly colored converse hi tops and embroidered jeans. After dropping them off at school, Peter and I would take the babies to the park to let off some energy or pay a visit to the Cookie Place Inc. for cookies and ice cream before returning to Saint Micheal’s to pick up the girls again and reunite them with their beloved American Girl dollies.

I had caught Elizabeth stretching in her bedroom one night when I went to call her down for dinner.

“Can I join you?” I asked her, entering at her invitation and plopping down to go into a gentle straddle and reaching out to grab hold of my right foot. “What got you interested in stretching?”

Before she could answer me, Baby Tommy, little girl and Baby Noah toddled into the room and joined us, engaging in gentle baby yoga.

“Mommy, can I take ballet again?” she asked me.

“I have no objection to it,” I answered her. “Why do you ask?”

“I kind of want to dip my toes into acting on stage,” she confessed with a shrug of her shoulders. “I want to be just like you.”

I want to be just like you.

I couldn’t fight to pleased smile from growing across my befreckled face as I looked at my daughter.

She had been overjoyed at receiving the wig from his sister’s and her sisters’ friends’ hair, her father spending time after dinner one night teaching her how to draw on eyebrows. Now, Elizabeth stepped with even more confidence in her walk and her smile reached areas of her face that I never noticed before.

“Well, do you want to return to the studio you were going to before?” I asked her.

“Where did you go, mommy?” she asked as little girl and Baby Tommy began to pull the other over chubby little leg straddled together by the foot. Baby Tommy was in a baby split, feet barely even apart from each other.

“I went to a small studio three blocks away from my house,” I told her with a frown. “It was destroyed in a fire when I was fourteen and the building was torn down and the property sold to the city and made into a part of a park.”

“Oh,” she answered, deflating dramatically at my brief tale.

“But I do think my old ballet teacher’s daughter teaches now,” I continued on. “Let me look her up and see if she’s in the area, okay?”

She beamed brightly at me, restoring my faith in happiness.

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creativeaster · 3 months

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Two DTIYS Entries from Instagram

I know many people will see this but I put some info about the artists + DTIYS below

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Top one is from @ bitevict1m and it is to celebrate 700 followers milistone. It features their Oc Norah and their Micheal. They mainly post art of their FNAF Ocs [ which are so detailed and thought out it incredible] so I suggest you check them out if that sounds like something you'd like.

The bottom one is from @ ninahartist to celebrate 6.5k+ followers. Which is for a good reason they are amazing artist and their au is very interesting although angsty at times.

Extra : Both if these DTIYS also offer prizes and as of now are both still open!!!

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wordtowords · 11 months

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Chris, Mick, and the Art of Artifice

artifice - noun - clever devices used to trick or deceive (Google).

Let's face the music and accept that for whatever reason(s), human beings embrace the concept of deception. And now that the Internet (via social media) has opened the backstage door for endless opportunities for a little or a lot of artifice, no one is safe from scammers, or in my case, ordinary people pretending to be rock stars.

Because I am in the music business along with just about everyone else, I have to spend time on social media just advertise my original songs and get them circulating among listeners throughout the globe. Although I am a minuscule presence on TikTok, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, Linked-In, Facebook, I try to post at least three times a week to generate a following, which isn't easy as there are 100,000 songs released on the music streaming channels daily and 100,000 artists promoting them. Apparently as FB is the medium of choice for celebrities, more grifters use it to impersonate them than any other platform. I am lucky because the con artists who hit on me generally do not want money; they just want to take me to bed. Case in point, one man, who just happens to have the name Christopher Cross like the musician (who is actually the real imposter since his surname isn't actually Cross) tried to impersonate him in order to trick me into meeting him. Fortunately, I was onto him right from the start. Just in case this should ever happen to you (maybe on YouTube in the comments section), an authentic celebrity would never ask you when you became his or her fan. And most likely as an icebreaker, he or she would never thank you for being his or her fan. I know from experience that unless they are extreme narcissists, celebrated people tend to want to step away from themselves for a few and come across as being average. So it was clear that Chris wasn't the celebrated Chris since he made the mistake of doing what all trolls do initially: he asked, "How long have you been my fan?" (I replied, "I've never been your fan." Oh, well. You can fool some of the people some of the time, but not all of the people all of the time.)

Of course, it is true that there are famous types out there who do interface with fans and do use artifice (such as different names) so that they don't attract attention. I am contending with someone right now who claims to be Micheal Philip Jagger, which is Mick Jagger's full name. Even though he has the blue checkmark verifying his identity, my daughter claims that he is in no way real, mainly because eighty-year-old men don't know how to navigate FB. Sensible, smart she contends that Mick no doubt has troops of well-paid assistants assigned to connect with the public on social media. The real Mick, romantically linked to a thirty-six-year-old dancer, would not have a second to reach out to me. Which all makes sense, yet this inchoate swindler is atypical so far. Like Macbeth and most politicians after him, Micheal could just be quite good at duplicity until some day, his artifice is exposed as such, and he is uncovered and cancelled (the beauty of social media).

On the other hand, I did read an article on the web stating that you can never truly be sure whether or not you are being hoodwinked. It is possible that the person is indeed the person he or she says he or she is. Just make sure you don't wire any money to him or her and you don't friend him or her. As far as my Micheal, I am playing his game, pretending I don't realize that he is attempting to be Mick. And I am acting as though I am the bigger celeb whose privacy is kept private. In the end, the greater pretender will win, I suppose, if there can be a winner at shenanigans. Let's put it this way, if the actual Mick should die, and Micheal keeps liking my posts, I'll have my answer. (I hope it doesn't come down to that, though, because I am Mick's fan.)

The obvious paradoxical takeaway here is that sometimes you have to be deceptive in order to expose deception. Truth doesn't come easily.

#word-to-words, #slice-of-life, #blog, #blogging, #editorial, #reading, #vocabulary, #ReadersMagnet, #spilled thoughts, #good advice, #personal-essay, #writing community, #writing, #philosophy, #truth, #social media, #deception, #human nature

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In 2016, Frank Ocean released a magazine titled Boys Dont Cry. He worked on it over the course of a couple years during many international trips. He garnered inspiration from his surroundings and connections at the time. Frank brought his vision to life with colloborative efforts by Ren Hang, A$AP Rocky, Tyler, the Creator, Micheal Uzowuru, and Daniel David Freeman. Frank was simultanously working on his two albums Endless and Blonde amidst major record label drama (Universal and Def Jam). The magazine was a creative outlet and stress reliever for him, and he said, “It made me feel like my life was very much being fully experienced.”

The design for Boys Don’t Cry is inspired by Franks fondness of queer history and art. Collages were very prominent in the magazine, in ode to Walter Pfeiffer’s work. Frank’s afinity for cars and poety is put on display. Boys Don’t Cry was released in pop up shops 2016 and rereleased in 2019. Today, this magazine can be purchased on Grailed ranging from $350 to $1,500.

There has been speculation of an upcoming album due to the Blonde vinyl being rerealesed and Frank deleting his Instagram posts. Fingers crossed there is a rerelease of the magazine and Keem got one of those.

#frank ocean #blonde #boysdontcry #baby keem

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symph5683 · 5 years

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You know you’ve spent too long doing Latin translation lately when you try to think of a way to change the object of a verb and think “just decline it differently”

#latin #latin student #declensions #is declining the right word to use?#oh well #Micheal put this on the instagram

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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The Big Idea

Part of the Trials & Tribulations AU

Pairing: CEO!Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: After hitting a social media milestone, you meet up with Karen to discuss your latest idea for ANVIL. (set pre-relationship, you and Billy are slowly becoming friends)

My Masterlist

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You stare down at your phone, as the numbers look back up at you from the screen. You swipe your finger down, encouraging the spinning icon to refresh the Instagram app. The numbers don’t change. @billy_russo has 200K followers. You sigh,

“This is not what I planned.” Karen takes a sip of her coffee.

“I thought you’d be happy.”

“I am. Of course I am.” You say. “It means I’m doing my job properly. It means more brand awareness for ANVIL, and Billy hardly ever has to introduce himself to client’s anymore.”

“But?”

“But, I came into this thinking I’d be designing some sleek and professional content for an up and coming security business. Not managing a celebrity.” You sigh again, swiping off Instagram and opening TikTok. “Look at my ForYou page.” You tell her, angling your phone so that she can see the screen. It doesn’t take long for you to find what you’re looking for. Edit after edit of Billy Russo from the Vogue shoot, the Forbes shoot, even random paparazzi photos. Karen narrows her eyes at you, before remarking,

“You know why it’s called the ForYou page. Have you been liking those?”

“That’s not my point.” You say hurriedly, ignoring the wide grin on her face as you click your phone off. “My point is that - you know Billy’s assistant Micheal?” She nods. “He’s going to kill me. Every media outlet in the city is vying for time with Billy.” She nods with a hum,

“Frank was telling me about the Vogue photoshoot.” A smile tugs at your lips.

“That was such a dream.”

They had opted for a more casual look for both Billy and Frank for the editorial, which was fine by you. But you’d always love Billy in a suit. Which was why the Forbes cover will always be your favourite. It was also the first magazine shoot Billy had done. The two of you were both nervous, and a little clueless as to how you needed to act. Now you and Billy fly through photo shoots and interviews.

Now you and Billy fly through photo shoots and interviews. Billy was a natural with people, and you knew all the right places to put him to ensure that he, and ANVIL would thrive. Which brings you back to the main reason why you’d asked to meet up with Karen.

You drum your fingers over the file in front of you. You and Karen used to work together at the Daily Bulletin. She’s the one who suggested you apply for the job at ANVIL, and it’s been one of the best decisions you’ve ever made. Opening up the file again, you skim over the first few pages, bouncing your leg slightly under the table.

“Are you sure it’s good?” You ask her.

Karen nods. You had asked her to look over your latest proposal before you sent it to Billy.

“It’s a brilliant idea. He’d be an idiot not to go for it.”

“A sensible idiot. It’s going to cost a lot of money.”

“You talk to Accounting about it?” You nod,

“They said they’d have the budget for me to pull it off - just needs the go ahead from Billy. I’m thinking of going to see him tomorrow.” She nods, taking another drink from her coffee.

“Hopefully by the end of tomorrow, I’ll be hearing all about the upcoming ANVIL Gala.” Karen remarks with a reassuring smile.

“Hopefully so.”

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Billy Russo Tag List: @blackbirddaredevil23 @restingbitchsblog @tiredbeebo @rafaelakelley @theysayitscrazy @hummelmi @nyx2021 @dragon-of-winterfell @skybridgerton

#billy russo #ceo!billy russo #the punisher au #billy russo the punisher #billy russo x reader #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo x female reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo fic #billy russo fanfic #billy russo drabble #marvel au #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #ben barnes #ben barnes x reader

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brookecuzyes · 3 years

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three years of you. — tear myself apart

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)

Word Count: ≈3.4k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)

A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!

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You’ve got this, you can do it.

You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.

But you aren’t.

An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.

He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…

“…then why did you show up?”

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Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.

You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.

“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.

“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.

“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.

“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.

“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”

“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.

“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.

On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.

You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.

“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”

“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”

“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“

“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.

“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.

The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.

“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.

And I’m feeling… good.

You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.

“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.

“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”

Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.

“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.

You captioned it:

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)

You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”

“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”

“Not if he’s blocked.”

“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”

“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”

“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.

“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.

“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N…”

“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”

“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.

“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.

“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.

“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.

“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.

“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.

“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”

“Woah, wait, now?”

“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”

You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”

“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.

“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.

“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.

“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.

“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.

“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”

“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.

“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.

When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.

When I wake up

I cant even stay up

I slept through the day, fuck

I’m not getting younger

——

“Victoria, you don’t understand-“

“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”

“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.

“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.

“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.

“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”

Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”

“I mean, yeah, but-“

“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.

Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍

He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?

Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.

Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘

He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.

Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.

Ok, I’ll just just comment.

——

Caught a vibe

Baby, are you coming for the ride

I just wanna look into your eyes

I just wanna stay for the night, night, night

You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.

When we take a drive

Maybe we can take the 405

Hypnotized by the light

Man, this must be the life

As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.

“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.

“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.

“Definitely.”

“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.

“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.

“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.

What the hell does he want?

You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.

You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore

You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:

For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?

You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.

Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.

You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.

“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.

“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”

“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”

“Why not his number,” you asked.

“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”

After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.

“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.

“You sure this is the right thing to do?”

“Yes. Want me to do it?”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”

You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.

I can do this.

Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.

I can do this.

Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.

Click it, it’ll be fine.

And, so, you did. You clicked the button.

You felt free.

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