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rogueddie · 1 year
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996 hours, 39 minutes and 12 seconds.
Gareth has had enough. It's been long enough. He's sick and tired of waiting- he's taking matters into his own hands. He can't wait any longer. It'll kill him.
"Oh, hey," Steve looks surprised when he opens the door. "Gareth. Uh, what are you-?"
"Are you home alone?"
"What? Yeah, but-"
He grabs Steve by the shoulders, turning him around and directing him into his house, kicking the door shut behind him. He walks them all the way to the kitchen and nudges Steve into one of the seats.
Gareth sits across from him, narrowing his eyes. "Are you a homophobe?"
"What? No!" Steve looks deeply offended at the question, before a more curious, understanding look takes over. "Wait, are you-?"
"No, I just need to make sure you're safe. You don't have a problem with any of that?"
"No, I don't. I'm not an asshole- not anymore, anyway."
Gareth glances at the clock.
996 hours, 42 minutes, 08 seconds.
"Alright... do you like Eddie?"
"What?"
"Eddie Munson. Do. You. Like. Him."
"That- I don't- what- what does that have to- to do with, like, anything?" Steve flushes, shifting uncomfortably.
That's a yes, Gareth thinks, nodding to himself.
"I'm going to send him over here in, like... two, maybe three, hours. He likes horror movies, salted popcorn and diet coke."
"I don't know what you mean."
Gareth sighs, rubbing his head as he glances at the clock again.
996 hours, 42 minutes, 58 seconds.
"I can't deal with his stupid pining anymore," he grabs Steves hands, giving him his best pleading look, hoping his desperation shows. "Just... try one date. Please, for the love of God, I won't survive another day listening to him ranting about your hair."
"What? Wait... does- does he... like me?"
Steves voice is so quiet, timid, it nearly makes Gareth falter. It sounds so much like his little sister, when she lets the cruel shit other kids say get to her.
"Don't let him know I told you, but... yeah. Yeah, Steve, he really likes you."
"Oh."
Gareth can't help but laugh at how starstruck he looks, eyes so wide and awed.
"Wait, what- what does he say about me? You said... my hair?"
"Alright, I'm taking that as a yes," Gareth quickly gets up, waving off Steves excited questions. "Two to three hours, Harrington!"
1,002 hours, 34 minutes, 58 seconds.
Eddie shoves Gareth out the way as soon as he opens the door, immediately starting to pace in his living room.
"You alright?"
"No!" Eddie screeches, eyes almost as wild as his hair. "Steve kissed me!"
"What? Dude, that's great!"
"I know! I just- fuck, I have to thank you for giving him the heads up that I was on the way with his VHS," Eddie grabs both of his hands. "He set up a pillow fort so we could watch Nightmare on Elm Street together. Gar, the movie scared him but he put it on because I like it and... fuck."
"So, it went well?"
"It was amazing."
They sit together, Eddie walking him through every little detail of their date. It just further proves that Steve more than earnt his romantic reputation.
It's also a relief to finally hear Eddie talking with so much joy, and love. Even just talking about Steve, he has a look like he thinks he hung the moon. His own personal sun.
"Hey," Gareth interrupts. "Congrats, man. You deserve this."
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marigoldenblooms · 5 days
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An Important Lesson - One-Shot
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Pairing: Professor!Wanda x Fem!Reader (MINORS DNI - 18+)
Prompt: After years of rigorous study, you were nearing the end of your graduate program. Companionship had become a figment of your imagination, until your film professor caught your eye. Taking something from her desk, you hope you could catch hers- and you got more than you bargained for.
MINORS DNI - 18+
Tags: Who is Y/N I don’t know her, Dom!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Porn with plot, teasing, orgasm denial, vibrator use, thigh riding, Mommy kink, Professor kink (sparingly), no aftercare, slight dub-con, dumbification, praise, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance (professor/student), age gap (Reader is 26 while Wanda is 34), brat taming if you squint. 
A/N: Holy balls, I did not realize smut was so hard to write. Major kudos to all who seem to do it so effortlessly! I know I envy ‘em. This is my first foray into writing this kind of fic (my university’s spring break has brought a lot of writing firsts), so if you have any feedback I’d love to hear it! This is also vaguely proofread! Wanted to do some practice before the evental sex in Unica Sempter Avis (Because USA is certainly an Abbreviation of All Time), and other ideas I’ve got cooking up. I'd love to write another part to this, if y'all would be down! Thanks y'all again!  Edit: An Important Lesson is getting a second part! Read a teaser here! >:)
Word Count: 2.5k - Read length: 9 minutes, 5 seconds.  Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners! ~~~ 
The pen hadn’t been worth stealing, and yet here you were. 
Professor Maximoff’s classroom was overwhelmingly quiet, dark and empty with familiar rows of tables curved in a half arc around her desk, pushed off to the side. She’d always pace within the front few rows where you sat, and you’d have to crane your neck to keep her in view when you weren’t scribbling down paraphrases of what she said. She taught Advanced Film and Media Critique, which generally lended itself to analyzing the shit out of old TV shows. Maximoff was a difficult professor, but you weren’t looking for easy, especially in your graduate program. After a few years of working your ass off to make enough money, you’d wiped the floor with your bachelors and now you were vying for your masters, in your last few weeks of grad school. And you knew Professor Maximoff liked you, which didn’t make it so bad. 
You knew other things about her too - for instance, there was no way she wasn’t a lesbian. Whenever you’d raise your hand her eyes would snap to you, and you swear her face would curl into a smile that was beyond professional. You’d catch her staring in your direction during exams on multiple occasions (to be fair you did the same when she wasn’t looking, but that’s besides the point), and you swear up and down that she winked at you during your midterm. She’d hold onto your hand a little too long when you turned in papers, and always offered ‘tutoring’ sessions which you humbly declined in the beginning of the semester, your grade being nigh perfect in her course. Between that, the short nails, tailored suits, and the rings- oh, so many rings- there was no way your professor wasn’t gay, and possibly had the hots for you. Your studies had been your priority over companionship for so long,  And now, within a few weeks of your final, why not make a move?
Heist films had been the topic of last week’s lecture, and so nicking something small would be a good segway, right? You’d return it to her tomorrow after class, mention something flirty (perhaps about stealing her heart), and see where it went. If you were lucky, you’d have her number by the end of the course, and perhaps take the older woman to coffee after your final exam. You’d bring her to the movies, but that might turn into more of a lesson than a date. 
As you’d pluck a pen from one of her desk drawers, you notice that it was slightly heavier than most. You clicked it once, then a second time- and nothing happened, so it went into your pockets. You’d move to exit the dim room, before a plaque caught your eye- her degree. It was neatly pressed into its frame: Wanda Maximoff, Masters of Arts in Film and Media Studies. You remembered her mentioning she was working on her doctorate, a proud grin sparking at that. Perhaps you’d get to know more about her dissertation and herself shortly. ------------------------------------------
Class went by faster than most, although it didn’t help that you were anxiously awaiting the end of Professor Maximoff’s lecture. She had worn a trim fitted sleeveless blouse and buttoned pants, both beautiful shades of burgundy. A myriad of gold rings decorating her hands as she’d motion with them through her talk. You’d have to keep your eyes off her fingers, nose deep in notebooks as you’d scramble to collect her words before your incoming final exam. 
“And what is the significance of I Love Lucy’s laugh tracks?” Wanda would ponder aloud before your hand immediately shot up, the lone attempt out of your fifty or so classmates. She’d grin at you, “Yes, dear?” 
You almost forget what you were about to say, holding onto the vestiges of it as you’d sputter, “Oh, uhm- yes, well, I Love Lucy didn’t have laugh tracks, mostly- they were the first sitcom to have a live studio audience.” Her eyes would crinkle with mirth, and you could tell immediately that you had the right answer. You tuned out her words as your mind would swim, thinking back to the weighted pen in your jeans pocket. The pet names were new, settling a joyous fuzz both in your mind and between your legs. It was things like this that had you on the back foot- this was your chance to get her back.
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“And I’ll see you all in two days,” Wanda would return to her desk, sitting atop it rather than in the chair behind it. One of your classmates had asked why in an icebreaker towards the beginning of the semester, and if you remembered correctly she said ‘Just like the view from up here,’ or the like. If you’d been on the same track mind as now, you probably would have noticed how she stared at you during her spiel, a detail only discovered in hindsight. Now, you had all the pieces. 
You pack up slowly, shimmying your belongings into your overly stuffed bag. Hanging back until there were few students left, you flag her gaze with a hand and an upturned smile, “Professor, I was wondering if I could..” Your words would halt in your throat, thoughts thickened and syrupy as she’d look down to you, head tilted a degree off kilter. Would it be embarrassing to admit you’d never been this close to her before? Her lips would be pursed, but would break into a wild grin, and you felt yourself melt right there. You weren’t a teen anymore goddamnit, focus- “Talk-” you’d squeak, clearing your throat hastily to camouflage the blunder, “Talk with you, after class. Professor.”
Her brows would raise, and you could almost see the cogs rotating in there. Her eyes would dart within the now-empty room, adjusting her position on the desk- and it’d become increasingly obvious (you can deny it no longer) that you were standing directly in between her slightly parted legs. This wasn’t how you were expecting it to go, but here you were. She’d start taking off her rings. “Of course, darling,” she’d tease again with a roughened lilt. Those damn pet names. “What do you need?”
“I think I have something of yours, Professor-” Your mouth would open a few seconds before you’d speak, and you swear she’d smirk at how she had you, devoid of any thought. Something about her had you smiling and kicking your feet, and boy did she know it. Without any further bravado, you’d pull out the pen, “I hate to say it, but I think you’ve stolen-”
“Oh,” She’d breathe, Wanda’s face tinting with a pinkish hue, yet her smile only grew larger. Her gaze would narrow, voice dripping with a sultry air that almost knocked you off balance, “I didn’t let you borrow that, did I?”
“No Professor,” you admit, beginning to launch into your story, before she’d shush you- shush you, words piling up into a lump in your throat. 
“And do you know what it does, darling?” She asks, her tone a breathy whisper now. You swallow, shaking your head no. She fucking giggles. She takes the pen from your hand, clicking it three times, and it’d start to buzz. Oh, my god. It was a fucking vibrator.
“Too dumb to even recognize what this is? And I thought you were so smart..” She’d tease, a flush forming on your face in tandem with a shiver down your body. You open your mouth to speak, and yet her warm, calloused fingers would clasp your jaw shut. “Shhh, don’t want your pretty little head to even think, darling. How about Mommy show you how it works, hm?” 
You’d nod immediately. She’d abandon the toy, clicking it off as her hands would slip beneath your shirt, and it felt like time had frozen. She was so soft, and your mind glazed over. Your breath hitched as she’d trail upward, palming your skin before running her fingers over your bare breasts. You’d watch as Wanda’s pupils would blow in seconds, a devious smile bubbling into view, “No bra?” She’d murmur lowly shaking her head as she’d start to knead your flesh, “Just couldn’t remember it, hm? My precious student, too busy thinking of me to get dressed, were you?” You nod again, a pitiful mewl escaping your throat. 
“Yes- Yes, Professor..” You arch into her touch, although that bliss was short-lived as you feel her dig her hands further into your tits, sharper than you’d like. She’d tsk at your reply, and you look up to meet her eyes- oh, that was the wrong answer. 
“Did you already forget my title, baby?” She’d ask almost tauntingly, her gaze sharpening as she’d shift her hands from your skin. You’d chase her warmth, dazed as your skin would flush and tremble, slotting yourself up against her. She’d run her thumb over your lips, crooning at your immediate submission. She could use that. 
“It seems Mommy has a lot to teach you, dear..” Her touch would ghost across your exposed forearms, her feather-light touches only stuttering your breath further. “And I think you’re ready for your first lesson. Think you can handle that, darling? Keep your eyes on me,” Her hands would dig into your jeans, rougher against the hem’s fabric, “Think you can take this off for Mommy?”
“Please..” You beg, raising your hips to strip yourself bare, your glance trained on her. You don’t miss how her eyes darted down to your bare cunt, having slid off your panties too, or how she licked her lips at the sight of your slick. Her hands would hold your legs open, the cold lecture hall’s air chilling your exposed skin. Still staring at Wanda, you’d discard your shirt in the same breath, her jaw clenching as all of you felt the cool air. Feeling exposed, the urge to flee ebbed away some of your arousal. Were you really about to fuck your professor in her own classroom? Your focus was immediately drawn again as she’d capture your chin in her hand, pulling it harshly to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dilated, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow as she’d pant, both from your disobedience and your thighs rubbing against hers. “Look at me,” she’d hiss, taking your lips into a searing kiss. Your answer? Fuck. Yes.
Your cunt would grind against her leg as Wanda would pull your hips up and onto her thigh, grip bruising as your lips would crash together. You could smell her vanilla perfume as she’d tug at your bottom lip with her teeth, a familiar buzzing sound heard but not registered before you felt it on your clit. “Mommy- yes, Fuckin’ christ, there-” You’d keen, lurching back as Wanda’s hand would rest on your hip, keeping you from escaping her touch.
Wanda would groan at your words, voice a little breathier as her hips would stutter against yours, “There’s my good girl..” Teasingly, she’d circle your clit with the pen-shaped toy, gasping herself as she’d feel the aftershocks of its pulse on her clothed cunt. “Taking Mommy’s toy so well..such a sweet girl for your Professor-” 
You’d rock your hips against her, the friction from her dress slacks and the vibrator’s pulse bringing you to the edge embarrassingly quick. Wanda wouldn’t notice your frenzied breathing or how you lost your rhythm, but she would hear your words; drawn between husky whines, “Mommy, please, I’m so close, fuck-” Your face would flush, legs beginning to tremble before the whole feeling was ripped away from you, Wanda’s grip leaving as the buzz would click off. With shaky breaths, your eyes would rise to meet hers- only to see a teasing grin. She’d pat your arms, gently coaxing you off of her thigh, the few sparks of friction from that not enough to bring you anywhere close to your release. You’d blink, thoughts thickened and reeling, brow furrowed ever so slightly for her- and Wanda loved it. 
“You did so well for your first lesson, dear..” She’d croon, brushing herself off as she’d rise to her feet, leaving you on her cluttered desk. “But, Professor, I didn’t-” You’d begin and she’d silence you right there, hand rising to close your jaw shut again. 
“And you won’t come unless you call me by my title, darling. You’ve received your correction for your first mistake- and for stealing from me,” You nodded slowly, absorbing her words as though they were molasses, and her smile only widened at how dazed she’d made you. “And if you disobey again when you’re with me, alone- then I’ll lower your grade by five points. Understand?” 
If you were in any kind of fog before, you cleared it from your thoughts immediately. “Yes, very clear- uhm,” You pause, noticing the stain on her pant leg where your pussy had ground into the fabric, and you feel your face warm. Wanda would shift her stance and you’d look up- she leaned above you, a single brow raised. You’d swallow, keeping your eyes on her completely, “Yes, Mommy- I understand.”
“Good girl.” That was the right answer. She’d smile at you, her praise going straight to your cunt. Could she not have given you a few more seconds? Maybe you could’ve gotten off without her noticing. She’d interrupt your mind with a quick peck on the lips, and you felt your wits slow, swimming with thoughts of her mouth. Oh, that was why- couldn’t get away with anything if you didn’t think anything at all. Wanda’s grin would only intensify as she’d watch you dress, clothing rumpled from the haste it had been taken off. After a few minutes, you were back to prim and proper..besides your racing heart and flush whenever Wanda so much as moved. “This was great..” You’d murmur, pressing the wrinkles from your shirt, gaze flicking back up to Wanda’s- your professor still watching you with a smooth, secretive smirk. 
“Of course it was, dear..but it’s still nice to hear you say that. Anything for my best student,” She’d wink at you and you’d fold, feeling your palms clam up. Since when were you this weak in the knees? She’d settle at her desk again, her hands clasped together on its wooden grain. You’d be taller than her now, with her sitting down- and yet there was an aura she commanded that you couldn’t outdo. You turn to leave without any further fanfare but her voice would seize you again, just as warm as her touch. “I’ll be expecting you after tomorrow’s classes, then? I think some…after-hours remedial work for my course would do you well.” 
Were you really about to fuck your professor in her own classroom, again? You’d leave her hall with a bright smile, a reply, and a secret. Your answer? The same as before - Fuck. Yes. 
And your secret?
You’d stolen the ‘pen’ again.
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diddiqueen · 28 days
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Message in a bottle (part eight)
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Ellie texts the wrong number, which happens to be yours. Friendship, too many bad jokes, flirting, and maybe something more ensues… (Ellie Williams x girl reader) -> Part seven
A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger last time lol. Hope this chapter lives up to your expectations:)
Series masterlist
BEFORE YOU READ: masterpost on how you can educate yourself on and help Palestine (09.20) *your picture*
(09.23) well good morning to you too
(09.23) Omg omg fuck (09.23) Can I pour bleach in ur eyes pls?
(09.23) who sends nudes 9 morning?
(09.24) It was the wrong photo
(09.24) if you say so
-─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── (15.34) I was gonna send pic of my dog (15.34) I promise (15.34) Sorry if I made it awkward
(15.34) it’s okay, dw about it (15.34) it was a good picture (15.34) like objectively
(15.35) Thanks ig
(15.35) can I see the dog then instead of ur tits (15.35) not that I was complaining
(15.35) Shut up (15.35)* you send her a picture of your dog*
(15.36) awww she’s adorable (15.36) almost as cute as you
(15.36) U don’t know how I look
(15.36) i know parts
(15.36) Can we never talk about this again?
(15.36) you don’t have to be embarrassed (15.36) everyone makes mistakes
(15.37) Yeah (15.37) But not mistakes like that (15.37) Like I can never show my face to u
(15.37) nooo (15.37) i wanna see that too
(15.37) Too?
(15.37) yk what I mean
(15.37) No (15.37) Explain yourself ms ellie… (15.37) Im kidding
(15.37) well it’s okay (15.37) we’re okay
(15.37) Good
(15.38) talk to you later?
(15.38) Always
(15.38) oh lala (15.38) what a romantic
(15.38) Shut the fuck up (15.38) Is that better for u?
(15.38) always
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(21.56) Just wanted to say sorry again (21.56) For making u see that
(21.56) i said it’s fine
(21.56) Yeah ik (21.56) But still
(21.56) okay I forgive you (not that it’s much to forgive yk)
(21.56) Good (21.56) Thanks (21.56) Or idk what to say more
(21.56) well how about goodnight? (21.56) see you tomorrow?
(21.57) Yeah good night, ellie
Day 39
(11:09) What’s ur favourite food
(11:09) why? (11:09) taking me out on a date?
(11:09) U wish (11:09) No, but I’m at the grocery store with my mum (11:10) Im so bored
(11:10) well i like ravioli
(11:10) Ravioli? (11:10) With funghi?
(11:10) ew no, I hate mushrooms
(11:10) Same (11:10) But ravioli really?
(11:11) is something wrong about that?
(11:11) No (11:11) Its just a little random
(11:11) well whats your favorite food then?
(11:11) Hmm (11:11) Probably sushi
(11:11) i dont like sushi (11:11) it's so slimy
(11:12) Have u ever tried it?
(11:12) no but i just know
(11:12) Dont knock it before you try it or what ever they say
(11:12) are you my non existent parents or what?
(11:12) I did feel like my mum saying that (11:12) Speaking of her, i think ive lost her (11:12) Brb
(11:13) okay?
(11:18) She isnt answering my calls (11:18) I feel like a little kid lost in the grocery store
(11:18) aw poor you
(11:18) Fuck off (11:18) This isnt funny (11:19) What if she left without me (11:19) I dont have a car
(11:19) why would she? (11:19) I dont know (11:19) Maybe she forgot about me
(11:19) snd im the dramatic one?
(11:19) Wait (11:19) I think i see her
(11:19) okay (11:22) hello? (11:22) talk to you later? (11:37) bye
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(16:34) Sorry for being mia (16:34) Just found my mum and then my phone died
(16:35) hi again (16:35) its fine lol
(16:35) Ik just wanted to say that (16:35) Anyways whats up with u?
(16:35) not much really (16:35) just rewatching the star wars movies
(16:35) All at once?
(16:35) no (16:35) im on the first one
(16:36) Ive never seen those movies
(16:36) what? (16:36) that is so not okay (16:36) you have to see them
(16:36) Can you see them with me?
(16:36) Maybe (16:36) I dont really like movies
(16:36) wtf? (16:36) why?
(16:36) They are just too looong
(16:36) well these movies are different
(16:37) Because they are extra long?
(16:37) that too (16:37) but they are just amazing and so interesting
(16:37) Space nerd
(16:37) well space is amazing (16:37) Its so big
(16:37) yeah (16:37) thats what’s so fascinating (16:37) how we are just sitting on a little rock somewhere and barely know anything about the rest
(16:38) When you say it like that, it sounds calming (16:38) Like everything is not such a big deal
(16:38) right? (16:38) its also super cool (16:38) like with all the galaxies and planets (16:38) i love the visuals of star wars
(16:38) Because of leia?
(16:39) shut up (16:39) i cant believe i told you that
(16:39) Hahahah (16:39) Well, i thought about this the other day (16:39) Have you realized signs from when you were younger that you were gay (16:39) Like i remember telling my friends that majority of guys are just ugly and that girls are “just objectively prettier”
(16:40) omg (16:40) that totally sounds like something 12-year-old me would say (16:40) i was sooo not interested in boys while all the other girls where obsessed with them
(16:40) Yeah me too (16:40) Like i thought i was just very very picky (16:40) Then another thing that i remember is that i used to make out with my friends as “practice for the boys”
(16:40) omg?? (16:40) can it be more cliché?
(16:41) Yeah i know (16:41) that was my young selfs dream (16:41) i was so jealous when i heard about some girls doing that (16:41) should have told me a thing or two
(16:41) Not your dream now?
(16:41) well now i want to do it for real
(16:41) okay (16:41) i get that
(16.41) my obsession with Amanda Seyfried after watching Mamma Mia as a kid was also quite an obvious sign (16.41) i just thought she was so pretty to look at
(16.42) Omg (16.42) And the beach scene
(16.42) yup (16.42) didn't understand why it made me so nervous
(16.42) Lmao same (16.42) I also had an obsession with Taylor Swift's music video for Bad Blood (16.42) Would watch it over and over again
(16.43) i haven't seen that one
(16.43) Oh? (16.43) Have you lived under a rock?
(16.43) clearly
(16.43) Well, go see it then
(16.43) now?
(16.43) Yeah?
(16.43) ok (16.47) wow (16.47) i get it (16.47) that's so cute to think about (16.48) like 9-year-old you watching that video over and over again
(16.48) Ik im cute
(16.48) and a little self-absorbed?
(16.48) Well who isn't?
-─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
(19.23) i forgot to ask (19.23) what are you doing tonight?
(19.23) Hi again! (19.23) Im going to a partyyyyy (19.23) Im so excited
(19.24) have you already started pregaming?
(19.24) No (19.24) Just full of dopamine (19.24) It's one of my friend's 18th party
(19.24) oh right (19.24) those have started now
(19.24) Yup (19.24) It's gonna be so much fun
(19.24) do i need to prepare for drunk texts?
(19.24) Maybe?
(19.24) well have fun and stay safe
(19.24) Okay mum
(19.25) 😘😘
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Ellie takes off her reading glasses and looks at her phone. 23.45 it reads. She’d been looking through her old comics all night, all alone in the dorm since Dina was who-the-fuck-knew with Jesse and the other two girls at some party like they usually were. She didn’t necessarily feel alone, she could have asked to join her roommates' party or hang out with Jesse and Dina. 
Even though they were dating, they still were friends with Ellie and were far too kind to not let her join them, even if they wanted alone time. She didn’t want to bother them though. It didn’t matter that Dina told her countless times over the five days Ellie had known about their relationship, that she was still their best friend and would never be a burden. Anyways, Ellie did not really want to be the third wheel. Yesterday she’d seen Jesse kiss Dina’s cheek goodnight and she felt disgusted. Like she had seen something she shouldn’t have. Even though she didn’t have any parents, she imagined that’s what it felt like seeing one's parents being touchy with each other. 
Although she’d joked about Jesse impregnating Dina multiple times, the thought of them two actually together felt very weird. But it made her friends happy, so who was she to judge? She probably only had to get used to it and seeing Dina’s smile after hanging out with Jesse made the process quicker. 
Ellie’s about to put her phone down when it starts going all crazy, vibrating and shit. Someone was calling her.
She glanced over the screen and read your name. Why were you calling her? Also at midnight of all times? Then she remembered that oh shit you were probably drunk. The thought of speaking to the drunk version of you made her stomach flip, filled with giddy excitement but also nervousness.
She adored your teasing but still caring personality and tried to imagine you drunk. Which personality traits would largen? Would you go all cocky or become a sappy pool of emotions? Ellie was excited to find out and pressed the “answer” button just in time before the signal died out. She had been sitting too lost in thoughts about you to actually remember to answer your call.
As she presses her phone to her ear, she can hear the faint sound of music and people talking in the background. She took a deep breath just as you started speaking, voice filled with enthusiasm.
“Hi Ellie!”, you call out, voice drowning out the background music. “How are you tonight? I hope you’re good. I’m having so much fun!”, you continue your ramble. Yup, she could definitely tell you were drunk.
“Hey! I was just about to start missing your drunk texts”, Ellie starts and hears your giggles on the other side of the line. “But I guess I got lucky, getting a whole-ass phone call”.
“Yeah, I’m too good to you”, you slur and she can hear the sound of the music sinking. Maybe you went to a quieter place. “Ah, fresh air”. Okay, outside it was.
“Where are you?”, she asks, wanting to make sure you are somewhere safe.
“In my friend’s garden, they have so many pretty flowers”, you answer but then go quiet. A whole 10 seconds go before one of you starts talking again. Ellie doesn’t really know what to say, the nervous bubble in her stomach growing every minute. “Are you still there, Ellie?”, you ask when she doesn’t answer.
“Yeah, sorry. Are you alright?”, she shyly responds, looking out at her dorm. Eyes glancing over her desk filled with different sketches and undone homework. Walls filled with posters and Polaroid photos of her and her friends, smiling faces staring back at her. Her hand traces the soft material of the duvet covering her bed as she waits for the sound of your voice.
“I’m splendid”, you slur and she chuckles.
“Oh, didn’t know it was big words o’clock”, she teases and you click your tongue, pretending to sound annoyed. “But really, how are you? Is everything alright?”. She was a bit worried, she was sure your friends were good and all, but you never knew with drunk people.
“I told you Ellie”, you laugh as you speak. “I’m good. I’ve had so much fun tonight and now I’m talking to you, the night couldn’t have ended better. Am I right?”. Ellie wasn’t sure if to take your words seriously or not. You were just drunk, she thought, or more like reassured herself. She was just overthinking stuff as always. 
“Of course. I love drunk calls”, Ellie calls back sarcastically. Her voice lowered at the end and she wasn’t sure it sounded as ironic as she intended. 
“Yeah, I really like talking to you”, you say and Ellie can feel her stomach turn. You’re just drunk. You’re just drunk, she keeps reminding herself like a mantra. “Don’t you like talking to me, Ellie?”, you ask when she takes too long to answer. 
“Yes, I like talking to you”. The words were stumbling out of her mouth. She prays to god, even though she didn’t really believe in those things, that you were too drunk and wouldn’t remember this phone call in the morning. 
Then she hears something she can only decipher as “you have a pretty voice” from you. What in the world? Did she hear that right? Sure, you were drunk, but drunk words were sober thoughts or whatever that saying was. To be on the secure side, she ignores your comment even though she will probably think about it all night. “I wanna meet you someday”, you continue to slur.
Oh my god. It was not like the thought of meeting you hadn’t crossed her mind, it had. Multiple times. It was a very common daydream of hers, to finally put a face on your voice and teasing texts. Not just tits, okay she will shut up now. 
But to think that you wanted to meet her too, that was too much for her. What if you thought she was annoying in real life or worse, ugly? She definitely knew you weren’t. Even though she didn’t know how you looked, she could sense it. It was like she had a gaydar but for pretty girls. You definitely made the alarm bell go off. 
“Oh y/n, I think you are very drunk now. Could you go back to your friends for me?”, Ellie tells you when she finally landed from her spiral of thoughts. She had to bring herself back to earth in some way.
“Okay, fine”, you slur back before continuing. “But I mean it though. Good night, Ellie”. How could you be so easygoing about these things? Maybe it was the alcohol you had drunk and the lack of what Ellie had. Probably that, or at least that’s what Ellie told herself.
“Goodnight. Sleep tight”, she finally told you.
“Don’t let the bedbugs bite”, you call back before hanging up. Oh god, what a ride of a phone call. Even more nerve-wracking for Ellie than the last one. Hearing about your date made her feel queasy, even though she didn’t know why. She just cared a lot about you, Ellie had thought to herself when that phone call ended a couple days ago. 
As she lays down on her bed, she stares up at the ceiling and watches the little glow-in-the-dark stars she had put up at the beginning of the year. They made her feel a little less alone and just as she was about to change into pyjamas, she could hear footsteps outside her room. Dina?
The door opens and reveals a smiling and slightly flushed Dina. She walks into the room and falls backward on her bed. “Hi, Ellie. Why are you still up?”, she asks, eyebrows furrowing.
“Ehm, it’s a long story”, Ellie mumbles and looks down, hoping she didn’t look too affected by her previous conversation with you.
“Are you blushing, Ellie? Did you talk to your phone crush again?”, Dina asks curiously, examining Ellie’s face.
“Oh my god shut up, Dina. She’s just my friend”. She could tell it wasn’t too convincing based on Dina’s facial expression. Also the growing redness she could feel taking over her freckled cheeks and neck was kinda telling on her.
It was going to be hard to fall asleep tonight for Ellie. 
Day 40
(09.45) good morning sunshine!!!
(09.45) Omg shut up (09.45) Is this some sort of payback? (09.45) I feel like it is
(09.45) you can bet your ass it’s payback (09.45) how are you feeling? (09.45) hungover?
(09.46) Ugh (09.46) Don’t remind me (09.46) I will never drink again
(09.46) what was it? (09.46) famous last words?
(09.46) I despise you
(09.46) did you come home safe last night?
(09.46) Yeah, I’m sleeping at Jenny’s (09.46) Didn’t want my parents to notice my state last night
(09.47) naughty girl
(09.47) Are you Santa or what?
(09.47) i can be anything you want
(09.47) A magic genie?
(09.47) please tell me your wishes, m’lady
(09.47) World peace, equality and a shit ton of money for me
(09.47) is it really equality if you’re super rich and some people not?
(09.47) Shut up (09.47) Ur not supposed to question my wishes
(09.47) my apologies m’lady
(09.47) Anyways (09.47) Omg I gotta tell you
(09.47) what? (09.47) Last night, the craziest stuff happened
(09.48) like what, did you get your first kiss?
(09.48) Shut up (09.48) No, but some guys started fighting
(09.48) okay?
(09.48) I think one spilled out another’s beer or something (09.48) Then all their friends ganged up on each other (09.48) Like a full-blown fistfight (09.48) I didn’t see it, like I barley remember anything after 23 (09.48) But my friends told me and showed me pictures of one of the guys fucked up face (09.48) It was all purple and swollen (09.48) Like in a movie
(09.49) wtf (09.49) were you okay then?
(09.49) Yup (09.49) I was in another room (09.49) But then a lot of people just went around and tried to get out of the house at the same time and like people panicked and so (09.49) Also a window broke because one guy pushed another guy into it
(09.49) oh shit (09.49) how are your friend then?
(09.49) She’s fine but a little shaken (09.49) We had to comfort her and pick up all the glass on the floor (09.50) I feel so bad for her, she cried all night (09.50) Like her bday party was ruined because of some stupid guys
(09.50) yeah that sucks (09.50) men always have to ruin everything
(09.50) So true, perks of being a lesbian ig
(09.50) yup and all the beautiful women
(09.50) Of course (09.50) What are you doing today then?
(09.50) not much (09.50) maybe do some homework
(09.50) Same
(09.50) talk to you later?
(09.50) Of course A/N: Hope you liked it, thanks for reading! The fight was based on my friend's 18th party a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't there but my friends told me about it and showed pics of one of the guy's face, it was horrifying.
PART NINE
DONT FORGET YOUR DAILY CLICK
Taglist: @elliescunt222 @elsbabyxx @onlinelesbo @slut4mascss @elliessweetheart @fullmachinegirl @mikellie @kitkatkittycat111 @yumimak @ellieschair @deliriousrn @scarletchase1989 @readbydayana @abbyandersonsdirtyslut @jokerpokimoon @seraphicsentences @emst4rr @w1ll1amz @strap-me-down-please @isitadinosaur @elliesactualgirlfriend @radioheadfan699 @zoehxnji
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marlenesluv · 6 months
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Paper Rings. (DR)
summary: posting book content and drawing is your job, reading and drawing is luckily two of your favorite hobbies. y’know, besides posting your boyfriend, daniel.
warnings: none!
pairing: daniel ricciardo x book!reader (slight mention of reader being an artist as well)
note: not sure, but i might make this a thing with every driver..? idk. it’s tempting for sure. also, slight age-gap in my mind when i wrote this. daniel is 34, i was imaging reader as 25/26. another thing, lmao, and this pertains to all my daniel stuff, im just writing as if he’s in redbull. im missing redbull era hard.
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for all posts! ^
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y/n.user: midnight runs and cute annotations🎀
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danielricciardo: i look quite handsome
|> maxverstappen1: you’re cocky
|> y/n.user: he does look handsome, though
|> maxverstappen1: wow, she compliments and is smart, how tf
|> danielricciardo: 😇🖕(ily y/n!)
|> y/n.user: 💁‍♀️ (ily too!)
bookstergram: have you seen the movie ‘pride and prejudice’? or are you waiting till you finish the book?
|> y/n.user: ive seen it! (a thousand times lol) i’m rereading it rn
f1.editpage: you guys are my parents, you just don’t know it yet :/
wag.off1: our book barbie 🎀💐🩷🩰
|> y/n.user: EEK 🥹
|> danielricciardo: what am i??😁
|> wag.off1: you’re just ken
|> danielricciardo: 🙁
|> y/n.user: but you’re keneough for me 😔❤️
|> danielricciardo: i will happily be your ken❤️😇
user55: do they make us feel single on purpose…
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danielricciardo: my multitalented gf🎨
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francisca.cgomes: wow, your gf is so so pretty
|> danielricciardo: i know😁
|> y/n.user: my heart 🥹🫶 i love you kika (and daniel ofc!)
|> danielricciardo: 🤨 come give me kisses, that was mean
|> y/n.user: fine🙄😚
scottyjames31: wow, didn’t realize you ran a fanpage
|> danielricciardo: for my girl? of course i do
fanpage.f1: i need someone who posts me like this
user93: where tf do i find a daniel??
|> user35: for starters, im gonna need to be a little richer LMAO
|> user74: well, daniel and y/n grew up together, so just grow up with an f1 driver LOLZ
wagsoff1: our wag is looking so beautiful and creative in these
y/nfanpage: she’s so pretty wtfffff
booklover98: my book content mom🤗
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y/n.user: italy, i love you
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danielricciardo: but you love me more
|> y/n.user: of course i love you more, danny 😌
wags.f1: you guys are so cute
book.lover: these pictures are so aesthetic UGH
des.sidster: what book are you reading??
|> y/n.user: the duke and i!
|> des.sidster: omg! finally starting? lmk🫶
|> y/n.user: ofc!🫶
y/n.fanpage: i need more y/n content. her page is j danny and books
|> user45: maybe that’s because she loves daniel and her books LMAO
|> danielricciardo: hmmmm🤔
dannyric.fp: the danny content? mother is feeding us🤲
pierregasly: we are also in italy??
|> y/n.user: are you asking me…?
|> pierregasly: why haven’t you asked to hangout with me and kika?
|> y/n.user: do you guys wanna get dinner tonight?
|> francisca.cgomes: yes! text our gc!!
user92: they have a gc??
|> daniel.y/n.fp: daniel mentioned in an interview once that he, y/n, kika, and pierre have one where they plan hangouts!
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danielricciardo: i’ll marry you with paper rings (did i do it right, babe?)
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y/n.user: you did so good, love ☹️🩷
|> danielricciardo: 😁🩷
user11: this post is calling me single in every way possible. wtf
f1wags: the first picture is so sweet, but the second⁉️ i’m sobbing
maxverstappen1: i always think i’m following a fanpage when i scroll through my instagram and see these, and then i realize you’re just down bad
|> danielricciardo: sue me for being in love
|> y/ns.fanpage: i’m about to, you guys make me feel lonely
user46: the way he supports her reading addiction, posts her, and loves her more than anything ☹️
|> user16: we’re all living vicariously through them
danric.edits: we are NOT skipping over the fact that he just said that he would “marry her with paper rings” are we???
|> y/n.photoshoots: fr, like, are our parents finally gonna get married?
bookster.gram: my book mom 🫶
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y/n.user: bro ☹️🥹 how do i not violently sob rn
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danielricciardo: i violently sobbed when you said ‘yes’
|> y/n.user: i’m gonna sob again
des.sidster: omgggg, congratulations!!🩷
|> y/n.user: thank you des!🩷
y/nfanpage: change ur user now??
|> user04: she’s prolly waiting till they get married
saracarrolli: congratulations, pretty girl!! you guys are adorable together
|> y/n.user: thank you sara! :’)
books4life: mom and dad are getting married guys😭🫶🥹
bookofthemonth: congratulations to one of our favorite couples!! expect book mail <3
|> y/n.user: aww, haha, thank you!!!!
pierregasly: wow, he actually proposed. congratulations!
|> y/n.user: thanks pierre🙄
|> pierregasly: watch it or i wont come to the wedding
|> y/n.user: who said you were invited?
|> pierregasly: excuse me😦
|> danielricciardo: shes joking😶
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danielricciardo: i love you, thank you for saying yes to forever❤️
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y/n.user: i love you more❤️
|> danielricciardo: impossible❤️
ricciardo.fp: they are too cute, your honor
charles_leclerc: congratulations, mate!!
|> danielricciardo: thank you!!
user82: mom & dad are so cuteee AHHHHHHH
dan.ricccc.fp: you didn’t marry her with paper rings tho!
christianhorner: congratulations, daniel and y/n!!
|> y/n.user: thank you, christian!! (from me and dan)
maxverstappen1: congratulations, guys!!!
|> georgerussell63: maxiel is dead now
|> danielricciardo: thank you max! and maxiel will never die
|> maxverstappen1: so true
bookk.gram: my roman empire fr
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thechekhov · 3 months
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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts
CH. 34 Cockatrice
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He's doing his best.
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L...Laios no..... LaioS NO
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I respect Kui-san so much for the work she puts into not only the Senshi pantyshots but also affirming the fact that Marcille and Laios are in no way sexually interested in one another whatever.
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I suppose it itches BECAUSE it's healing but also.... w...why does it look infected?
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...did.... did Senshi consent to being a test subject? He looks a bit nervous 😂
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FIRMLY GRASP IT.
(Marcille has no time for your internalized homophobia)
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Oh??? Is there old-party drama that we're about to be privy to? I'm listening reading.
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In a storytelling sense, this is very clever. Chillchuck is clearly drawing parallels (unknowingly, I assume?) between Laios and Kirby(?). That guy is.... In Control of his party in a sense, and clearly has earned their trust as a leader. But he trusts himself a little bit too much for it to result in an unhealthy feedback loop of 'I'm always right, these other people think so too!'
Meanwhile, although Laios isn't actively trying to steer the group, they DO trust him to care about their safety, to an extent, and retain their own goals and judgements about certain other things. In fact, it's arguably BECAUSE they all trust each other to be better judges of character that they keep one another in check, so to speak.
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The tea is SIZZLING. The girls are fighiiiing
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So. Natural energy points. You're basically using energy of unknown origin to fuel spells instead of tapping into what is available readily.
But that sounds like maybe you'd have some. Hm. Questionable side effects? From adding ingredients into the mix which you can neither understand nor fully control.
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......of course............of course it was.
👁👁
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it's got business to attend do, presumably. Also, which floor are you guys on? Are you still in that ancient city?
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IS THAT A THING?????
Maybe that would have been good to.... lead with.......
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.........IS THIS WHAT FALIN IS CAPABLE OF?? IS THIS WHAT SHE USES TO COMMUNICATE WITH SPIRITS? Maybe they ARE both talented, but Laios just never bothered to tap into this.
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I'm sure it's fine. Hang on, didn't they fight this before once already?
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AH right, that was the basilisk. My bad.
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I don't. So this'll be a double surprise for me!
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I aLmost thought this was it!!! Marcille don't fuck with me like this!
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"I'M MARCILLE AND I DON'T LOOK AT THE EXPLOSIONS I, MYSELF, CREATE!!"
You can't not love her.
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NOOOO ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!
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This is NOT the time to be a zombie movie deuteragonist
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wh--i THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE A CHANCE FOR HIM TO DO MORE HEALING MAGIC
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.........I guess that's. a good point but. Laios. Buddy.
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I have nothing to say here. This is peak DnD behavior.
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...hang on they never took her out of the pot? 😂
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..how proud you are of them?
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....................yeah alright I guess that works too.
For a second there I thought maybe her petrified hair was gonna snap off and she'd get a haircut.
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lazyjellyfish300 · 29 days
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Traitor💔
Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman Reader
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Synopsis: A blurb detailing your heartbreak from Miguel inspired by some breakup songs. Word count 1.5k ish. Meant to be a one shot.
A/N: had this idea after @prettyinpink350 commented that The Woman He Didn't Choose part 1 reminded them of All Too Well-10 minute version by Taylor Swift. I imagine getting your heart broken by him would SUCK. The man has such a tragic backstory, it would take a long long time to get him to be comfortable with getting hurt again and vulnerable, possibly hurting whoever he's dating or seeing in the process if their expectations don't align. I think that ATSV and the comic version of him are different however, it's possible some of the personality traits would stay consistent and so as a result he might struggle with infidelity. I think he's had his fair share of experiences.
BUT I do still write sweet, fluffy soft Miguel, though. Because I do believe he has a soft side that exists and it's unfair imo to write him off as completely incapable of being a good partner because I believe he can. I imagine it'll be a tough road but he would eventually get there. He's a complex man and I love him anyway. 🫶🏽 Working on DD part 9 and the woman he didn't choose I promise, I've been dead lately in terms of motivation.
TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST, CHEATING (I DON'T CONDONE THIS), HEARTBREAK, BREAKUP, MIGUEL IS MORE COLD IN THIS, SMUT ( IT'S BRIEF, P IN V, DEGRADATION, SPANKING), age gap(reader is 26, Miguel is like 34-35), no happy ending
The songs that inspired this(all rights to rightful owners, some of the lyrics were tweaked slightly):
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It was her. It was always going to be her.  
🎶I was just the villain built to come between you two. 
I'm just the other point of view. 🎶
It's the movie where the guy gets the girl in the end. She's the one that got away but then comes back into his life, lighting up his world, making him realize his new girlfriend would never come close. 
That all too familiar shift in the way he acted when she moved back into the city. When you noticed how he started looking at you with a gaze that was clearly being stolen by someone else. You decided to ask him about it and he dismissed you with a shake of his head, calling you paranoid. 
🎶Brown guilty eyes and little white lies
Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew🎶
Now he brings her around, almost as though to shut you down on purpose. Showing her off like a brand new trophy. 
If any of the sweet nothings he told you were true, there's simply no damn way that he could have fallen in love again so quickly...
🎶Ain't it funny....🎶
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But months later
🎶You call me up again just to break me like a promise.🎶
The 1 am call you know you shouldn't answer but you do anyway. 
"She's not here.......Please, I need you."
And there you go, jumping in the shower for a quick rinse and brushing your teeth, speeding towards his apartment like a dumb ass. 
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"Fuck......FUCK! God baby...so fucking tight.....I missed this pussy, fuck...." 
A shower of sharp spanks land on your ass, one after another, after another as Miguel thrusts his cock into you from behind. 
"Yes.....harder, baby.....HARDER!" 
"Yeah?....You would fucking like that, wouldn't you....Needy little slut....mmmm you like it when I fuck you like this, huh? Can't get enough can you? "Had to come crawling back for more of this cock?"
Every word stings harder than the slaps he's giving you but it's a sick, twisted, erotic feeling. You actually love it. The fact that he's still craving your pussy even though he's supposedly with his dream woman. The fact that you're still on his mind as soon as she leaves. 
The fact that you're in his bed right now, not her. Even if only just for tonight. 
"Fuck....yes.....baby.....can't get enough of you....mmmmm fuck I missed you so much....." 
"Say that again." 
"Missed you so much Miggy...." 
"¿Cuánto?..." (how much)
"So fucking much....I crave you all the time....." 
Miguel lets out a loud groan and you practically scream as he pounds you without mercy into his mattress he shared with the other woman.
Shortly after, you're laying all fucked out, panting as you close your eyes, decelerating from the heavenly orgasm he pulled out of you, only for it to shrivel up when you feel your clothes land in a pile next to your head. 
"She'll be back any minute....you gotta hurry." 
"What?" You sit up, confused. 
Miguel's too busy taking a shower, trying to rid himself of your scent. The damning evidence of someone else in his bed while she was gone. 
You immediately regret ever coming over. 
You're about to rip him a new one but your spider senses tingle. You can feel her ascending the staircase. You throw on your leggings and hoodie and swing away into the night without saying goodbye. 
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You let him have it on the phone later. 
"I wish you thought through all of this before you strung me along and made me fall in love with you..." 
Miguel stands outside his apartment, he had to sneak down to take your call as soon as he was sure she was asleep. He tenses his jaw. He feels guilty but there's not much he can do about it now.
"She's older...more mature. I need to be with someone who's able to understand and live with my responsibilities. I shouldn't have given us a chance, but I did because I needed to move on from her.... I can't help that I've known her since we were kids. She gets me."
🎶So casually cruel in the name of being honest. 🎶
"Oh and I don't? I don't Miguel? So all those times I stayed up with you, crying, holding you and promising you I wasn't going anywhere, those didn't happen? Or the fact that I saw you lose it completely multiple times and still called you the next day? The fact that I was willing to let go all the times you let me down because I knew it wasn't your fault and the fate of the multiverse comes before everything else? I literally loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter?"
Silence. 
"Look, I just think that maybe if we had been closer in age, we would've been fine." 
🎶And that sentence made you want to die. 🎶
"That's not fucking fair, Miguel! I'm 26, not a baby! And we spoke CANDIDLY about this when we got together. I NEVER had, not even a HINT that this would be a problem for you, and now you drop it on me right as you tear my heart out?! And it's not even something I can change!" 
You pause, more sobs erupting deep from within your soul. 
"I'm sorry, that the stars didn't align and the timing wasn't perfect and my dad didn't fuck my mom around the same time as yours so I could've been born at a better time. I'm sorry that I tried so fucking hard to be the chill girlfriend who lets you do whatever even though I'm not. I'm sorry that I kept my fucking mouth shut when I knew damn well you were talking to her when we were together just so I could keep you around. I'm sorry that I'm not her..."
The line is painfully silent. 
🎶The idea you had of me, who was she?🎶
"So who's this version of me in your head you envisioned, huh Miguel? The perfect me that would've made you stay. Do I even know her? She's me, but she's not. She's not needy like I am. She's perfect. Has the perfect body, perfect hair, doesn't ever look bad for you. She's intelligent and has all the maturity you claim I don't. She reflects back on you perfectly every little thing you just LOVE about yourself because let's face it, that's the only person you really ever gave a fuck about."
Loud beeps assault your eardrum and you scoff in disbelief. He hung up, and who knows how long you were just talking to a wall. You hurtle your phone at the ground, letting the screen crack as your knees buckle beneath you and hide your face in your hands in despair. 
🎶When she's sleeping in the bed we made, don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me. 
Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry, for the way I hurt, yeah. 🎶
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Trying to forget him as the weeks passed by ,albeit agonizingly slow. You find yourself weeping in the HQ bathroom, some girl asking you what happened: 
🎶You. That's what happened, you.  🎶
A few weeks later, a package with all of your clothes arrived at the post office for you so he didn't have to see you face to face. It even contained all of the pictures you took together and the letters you wrote him. He didn't keep a single one. 
You sat in the parking lot for a few minutes as you clutched the Disneyland tickets to your heart, sobbing. The cruel, cruel irony of remembering how you were in the happiest place on earth with him, the place that planted those dreams of happily ever after in that little girl's head, only for her to be crying over a man that stomped it into the ground years later.
Remembering how you walked back, arm in arm to your hotel room together as you leaned into his chest, giggling when you finally got him to admit the park wasn't as dreadful as he thought it would be, despite the ridiculous price tag. He only wanted to make you happy. 
🎶I remember it all too well. 🎶
Your lip trembles when you find the Mickey Ears you bought for him lying in the box. "Miguel" cross-stitched in curly gold writing on the back. 
Your red scarf from that first week together hung in the corner of his closet until your scent wore off. He would eventually have the gall to offer it to her one December night when she was shivering, saying that it was his mother's. 
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Your tears make your vision blurry as you drive down the dark, rain soaked streets of Nueva York. 
You know his street is coming. 
When you do finally pass it, you use all your strength to keep your gaze straight ahead, the faded letters on his street sign disappear rapidly behind you as you take a deep breath, and head on home. 
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missamericame19842023 · 5 months
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Wow, I had no idea about the origin story of Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer! If you aren't familiar with it either, read below:
As the holiday season of 1938 came to Chicago, Bob May wasn’t feeling much comfort or joy. A 34-year-old ad writer for Montgomery Ward, May was exhausted and nearly broke. His wife, Evelyn, was bedridden, on the losing end of a two-year battle with cancer. This left Bob to look after their four-year old-daughter, Barbara.
One night, Barbara asked her father, “Why isn’t my mommy like everybody else’s mommy?” As he struggled to answer his daughter’s question, Bob remembered the pain of his own childhood. A small, sickly boy, he was constantly picked on and called names. But he wanted to give his daughter hope, and show her that being different was nothing to be ashamed of. More than that, he wanted her to know that he loved her and would always take care of her. So he began to spin a tale about a reindeer with a bright red nose who found a special place on Santa’s team. Barbara loved the story so much that she made her father tell it every night before bedtime. As he did, it grew more elaborate. Because he couldn’t afford to buy his daughter a gift for Christmas, Bob decided to turn the story into a homemade picture book.
In early December, Bob’s wife died. Though he was heartbroken, he kept working on the book for his daughter. A few days before Christmas, he reluctantly attended a company party at Montgomery Ward. His co-workers encouraged him to share the story he’d written. After he read it, there was a standing ovation. Everyone wanted copies of their own. Montgomery Ward bought the rights to the book from their debt-ridden employee. Over the next six years, at Christmas, they gave away six million copies of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer to shoppers. Every major publishing house in the country was making offers to obtain the book. In an incredible display of good will, the head of the department store returned all rights to Bob May. Four years later, Rudolph had made him into a millionaire.
Now remarried with a growing family, May felt blessed by his good fortune. But there was more to come. His brother-in-law, a successful songwriter named Johnny Marks, set the uplifting story to music. The song was pitched to artists from Bing Crosby on down. They all passed. Finally, Marks approached Gene Autry. The cowboy star had scored a holiday hit with “Here Comes Santa Claus” a few years before. Like the others, Autry wasn’t impressed with the song about the misfit reindeer. Marks begged him to give it a second listen. Autry played it for his wife, Ina. She was so touched by the line “They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph play in any reindeer games” that she insisted her husband record the tune.
Within a few years, it had become the second best-selling Christmas song ever, right behind “White Christmas.” Since then, Rudolph has come to life in TV specials, cartoons, movies, toys, games, coloring books, greeting cards and even a Ringling Bros. circus act. The little red-nosed reindeer dreamed up by Bob May and immortalized in song by Johnny Marks has come to symbolize Christmas as much as Santa Claus, evergreen trees and presents. As the last line of the song says, “He’ll go down in history.”
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lonelyfooryouonly · 8 months
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Fell for you SMAU (Ellie x Reader x Abby)
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
♡ SUMMARY: After Ellie's failed relationship with Cat, Dina sets her up on a date with none other than their childhood friend who just returned in town and who Ellie considered really annoying and clingy when they were kids, but things change over time and after seeing you again, Ellie realizes that her feelings towards you also changed.
♡ WARNINGS: ellie!pov mostly, angst, drama, loser!ellie, explicit language, the start of a friends with benefits typa relationship, traditional fic x smau.
♡ SERIES MASTERLIST
♡ A/N: Comments, reblogs and likes are always appreciated! Let me know what you think! Enjoy! ALSOOO, THERE ARE MIXED POV'S IN THIS CHAPTER, SO KEEP THAT AND MIND.
♡ TAG LIST: @belliesgf , @wannabwanted @uberyellowsheep @abigaillovestoread @gold-dustwomxn , @abbyily , @nil-eena , @simpforell1e , @spaceshipellie , @elliewilliamsmissingfingerss, @machetegirl109 @ximtiredx @aouiaa @blvebanisters @yuaaa05 @lil-elliesgf @cjright @ariianelle @mikasasbabygirl @param8re @lovejuliettq @elliesbelle @qtefolleunpez @gravygranules
"I sumbled, I slipped, and I fell.. for you."
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5:45 PM
"Hey, Ellie" your spoke as you played with the hem of your jacket. You heard some rustling on the other line, then her sleepy voice.
"Sorry, I fell asleep." She replied on a lower voice, making you blush a bit since it sounded way hotter then it should.
"No, it's okay!" you assured her, biting your lip.
"Did something happen?" Ellie asked after some seconds of silence.
"Oh, yeah... uh, I think I got lost a bit on the way" you laughed as you looked around you, not recognizing the streets very well.
"Send me your location and stay there, I will come and get you" Ellie said as you hear her bed creacking, then rushed steps around her room.
After you exchanged your goodbyes, you sent her the location and waited around ten minutes before you saw her. She seemed a bit out of breath, a sign that she ran all the way here to make sure you don't stay alone too long.
You two began to walk in the direction of her appartment, with Ellie teasing your poor orientation skills and making you blush both from embarrasment and from her presence.
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"After you" Ellie smiled as she opened the door, allowing you two step inside her flat. You took in your surroundings as you took of your jacket and shoes.
"Ugh, where is the bathroom?" you asked as you turned to her.
"Walk straight and then to the left" she replied and you nodded, following her instructions. You needed a moment alone in order to calm down, because there is so much tension between you. Last time the alchool helped you to be more relaxed, but now since you are sober, things got really wierd.
Ellie felt the same way, breathing normally as you left her sight. She was so scared she will fuck up things. She headed to the livingroom and opened her tv, searching for a random movie to play as a background noise and help wtith the awkward silence.
After finding a SF movie, she then turned her attention to her phone, with the intention to text her friends, but when she entered the gc she already saw there was a message mentionimg her name.
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gadriezmannsgirl · 10 months
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GENDER REVEAL 6 WHERE THE READER GIVES BIRTH
You don't even want to know what the gender is???😂 We can already guess tho... Anyways, here you go!!
Also known as Gender Reveal (6)!
Once More -P.G
Summary: You're ready to go through all of it, once more
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You were messing around with Helena and her dolls at home, your husband was at a medical appointment in the club, regular check-ups they had to do, your 34 weeks old tummy was bigger than ever
"¿Quieres algo de comer, Lena?" You ask your babygirl pushing her hair back as she nods "What do you want?"
"What do you fancy, ma?" She asked looking at you.
Ever since Pablo had once asked you that in front of her, she grew curious as to why he was eating the same thing as you, when Pablo told her that her sibling was asking for a certain food through you and that for you not to feel alone, he was also eating it, she too started to do that.
"I'm craving a bit of Ice cream" You said smiling at her. That was the most calm craving you have had during the pregnancy, because oh boy! Your normal cravings consisted in mixing a sugary thing with vinegar, eating soap and a few mores that definitely had you, Pablo and even Helena confused
"Just ice cream?" You nod at her "Without anything else?" You laugh
"Without anything else" You affirmed
"Then good!" She smiled nodding as you went to stand up.
You probably knew that you shouldn't be on the floor without Pablo around to help you out but you couldn't help it wanting to play with your little girl.
It definitely wasn't impossible but definitely wasn't easy.
"Momma"
"Don't tell your dad this happened, yeah?" You asked her as she nodded.
Pablo had definitely taught her on what you were and what you were not able to do but seeing as you were her mom, she couldn't exactly tell you off, she definitely respected you and Pablo the most, so the thing she always does is lightly saying: "Dad told me you shouldn't be doing that" or "Momma, be careful"
"You shouldn't have sat on the floor, you can't stand up as before, ma"
"I know what I'm doing Lena, thank you for worrying tho, I wanted to play with my little girl for a while, yeah? I can handle this, mi amor" You disappeared to the kitchen grabbing two vases and two spoons, filling them up and going back to the living room where you felt, what you could describe as a kick on your back that inmovilized you for a few seconds
"¿Mami?"
"¡Voy, mi linda, voy!" You said after catching your breath "Lena, ¿Quieres ver una movie?" You ask her
"¡Rapunzel!" You nod smiling, you sat her on the couch, gave her the ice cream and pressed play on the movie after settling it.
During it, you felt several sharp kicks, you definitely remember having those with Helena, so you were going to wait for Pablo to go to the hospital, you tried to not show any kind of pain with Helena in front of you for her not to worry but you were sighing more than you have ever done before in your whole life.
Not even when you were mad at Pablo during your boyfriend-girlfriend time.
"Are you okay, mommy?" You nod smiling
"I am, Lena. Just a bit tired, amor. My back's hurting a bit but is normal now" She smiles at you when you realize the movie was done "What about Frozen?" She nods excited
"Yes, so I can dance and sing to Elsa's song" You smile nodding. You stood up to grab your phone and the remote when you felt it.
You hunched over the table, processing the pain that was consuming you
"Mami, you peeded yourself!"
"It's not pee, mi amor" You tried to calm her down "Lena..." You took a deep breath "remember what Dad taught you?"
"Tantas cosas que papi me enseña" You smiled at her in through your pain
"He told you that this may happen one day, right?" She nods "Okay, so your brother is coming like now and I need you to calmly grab Mom's phone, dial Daddy and tell him that we urgently need him at home because I'm giving birth and can't drive like this" You groan "I'll go upstairs and find the backpack-AH!" You hunched over, as the contractions were close to the other "And tell him to hurry up, please"
"Momma"
"Please, do what I said, Lena. I'm fine, mi vida. I'm fine, I swear I am" You were already on your way to the stairs.
You don't know how you did it but you managed to go upstairs to your room to grab your bag and to the baby's one to grab his and just like you came up, you went down.
"Mami, already called Daddy, he's on his way home"
"When was that?"
"Like five minutes ago" She said worried for you, so you tried to smile at her
"You'll be a big sis soon, Lena. How does it feel?"
"I don't like him putting you in pain, mami"
"That's something normal, mi amor. I went through the same thing with you and I'm fine, I'll be fine" You pulled her up on the stairs so you could kiss her cheek "I promise you"
"You look beautiful, mami" You smiled and laughed at that, always being just like her father
"Thank you, hija" The door busted open revealing a worried Pablo
"Is everything okay?" You nod
"You gotta step on that pedal and try to make it to the hospital as fast as posible, Pabs" You said making him grab onto Helena's hand and passed him one of the bags, the three of you moving "Put her in the car"
"I'm not letting you go and walk alone" He said as if was the most obvious thing in the world, you couldn't help but smile and pecked his lips "Let's go and bring our boy, amor"
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"I swear the baby didn't came out before because I was wearing pants, then" You said making the presents laugh lightly, you had given birth to your second child, Mateo Martín Páez six hours ago.
Mateo, unlike Helena; was ready to take onto the world, when your water broke was because you were 8 centimeters of dilatation but you had been doing labor ever since Pablo had left this morning to training. You were amazed by that because you didn't felt it until it was almost time.
"Sometimes it happens" The doctor concluded smiling lightly at you "Good news is that you have a healthy little boy, on your arms, already" Doctor had said smiling at you both "Congratulations"
Helena was in the arms of her aunt Aurora, Belén and Pablo were smiling watching their son with his newborn, your parents and your brothers were also watching the scene chatting with you. The guys had already been here, but seeing as it was a bit late and they had a game tomorrow they left earlier, the room was still full of balloon's, cakes, cards, teddy bears and everything.
Just like they were with Helena, this time the decoration had mostly blue and green colours.
After a little while talking and after Helena shushing her uncles and auntie for making too much noise saying "You'll wake up baby", they all decided to leave and when Helena found out she was also leaving she wanted to throw a fuss
"Helena, amor. Only for tonight" You said "Dad will have to sleep here to help me with Mateo and we don't want you to spend the night in this cold and a bit uncomfortable place, that's why you are going with your grandma's" You smiled "But tomorrow morning, they'll come here, bring you and then we can go to our comfy and really loved house" She thought about it for a second
"Can I talk with baby?" She asked pursing her bottom lip out
"We'll be waiting for her outside" Belén said, as Pablo gave your mom, your house keys. Both grandma's were going to stay with Helena that day at yours
When all of them left, leaving you and Pablo alone with your kids, he passed Mateo to you and grabbed Helena pulling her into your lap, she hadn't been able to process her brother completely because there were other people around, then you had to breastfeed him and then Pablo was helping you out with him.
"Wanna hold him?" You asked as she looked at you excited, nervous and scared "It'll be fine" You smiled "Put your arms like mine" She did it "And..." You started leaving the baby in her arms, pulling yours underneath "There we go"
"He's like dad"
"Of course he is" You murmured looking at Pablo who winked at you
"He's beautiful"
"Of course he is" You nodded
"Talk to him, ladybug. Just like when he was inside mom's belly"
"What do I say?"
"Introduce yourself, maybe? Your are face to face with each other now, there's no tummy in the middle" You said
"I'm Helena, and I'm your big sister!" She exclaimed happily bouncing a little, your grip on her arms tightening "Just to let you know... I love you and I will take care of you, along with mommy and daddy which by the way are the bestest ones ever, we got really lucky God sent us to them" She says "Momma's absolutely gorgeous like a Queen and Dad's handsome, like a King but I'm even more pretty and that's why I'm the princess and you'll be even more handsome like a prince"
You look at Pablo who was crying a bit, he turned to look at you and leaned to kiss your hairline
"We will play, we'll eat, study, watch movies, play football with dad, read with mom and many more cool and cute stuffs" She said taking a break "I will protect you and you will protect me for ever and ever and I'm happy for you to be here with us, I know you'll be happy just like I am in our familly, and OH-!" She remembered something
"I know you're gonna love uncle Pepi! He's the coolest! And uncle Raphinha would probably teach us how to dance Samba, I don't get it either way but I try it, you will do as well. You will wear dad's shirt and go to the camp with us so you can see him play because let me tell you our parents are so cool!" You both laughed in between tears as Helena yawned "I'm sleepy right now, Mat. But I will come tomorrow and tell you more about the cool stuffs and how you'll feel in this fam with us, it's all good, I promise. I love you, don't give mamá and papá too many trouble, okay? I'll come for you tomorrow morning" She leaned and kissed his cheek making him coo lightly.
Pablo leaned and took Mateo from her which she quickly turned to hug you tightly
"Thanks mom" You sniffed and kissed her cheek
"I love you so much, Helena María" You said softly kissing her cheek over and over again
"I love you too, ma" You smiled when she kissed your cheek and nose "See you tomorrow" Then she turned to hug Pablo
"Hasta mañana, mi ladybug" Pablo kissed her cheek several times as well
"Te quiero mucho papi"
"Y yo a ti, bonita" They high-fived each other before you putted Helena down and watched her go towards the door, with Pablo holding it open for her, your mom's waiting for Helena who waved once more before leaving
"How do we got so lucky with her?" Pablo kissed your lips, sitting besides you in the bed, the hospital gave him
"I really don't know but I'm glad we did"
"Hope Mateo is the same"
"With a sister like Helena, he'll definitely be"
"Thank you, mi amor" He said smiling at you and you smiled back at him "For everything"
"Thank you too, for everything as well" You said "Te amo"
"Y yo a ti"
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lonelym00n · 11 months
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Max Fox x Reader - Headcannons
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this is for all the max fox girlies out there. if you're a mikey madison fan and haven't watched better things just for her, shame on u.
this is likely going to contain max snippets from every season, so don't read if you care about spoilers.
GO WATCH BETTER THINGS!! seriously it's a really good show about a single mother raising three daughters.
also, LOOK AT BABY MIKEY. LOOK AT HER.
Pre-relationship
when max isn't with paisley or her boyfriend of the week, she's with you
you're the most chill of all her friends so she hangs out with you mostly when she doesn't feel like causing her mom an aneurism
sam loves you more than max's other friends
you always thank her for her hospitality and do the dishes for her if she cooks when you're around
max's favorite thing about you is that she doesn't feel the need to worry about if you think she seems cool or not
you love watching old movies with max because she always has such thoughtful comments on the cinematography
you always arrive early to her band's gigs just so you can cheer her on from the front row
you are max's personal Lyft driver when you get your license (sam is thankful that the bill has gone down significantly)
How you catch feelings
you fall for max first
your feelings for her start when she begins opening up to you about her dad and how much her parent's divorce has affected her
she tells you about the jealousy she holds for how much she has to share her mom with her mom's job and her two sisters
she also opens up about how she has no clue what to do once she graduates
you tell her that sam loves her just as much as she did before her sisters were born and that there's no rush to decide what path she wants to choose post-graduation
you realize your feelings for max when she surprises you by playing your favorite song on the guitar
the smile she gave you after she finished playing made your heart leap into your throat
you knew you had it bad for her after that
Unrequited feelings
you're too much of a chicken to admit your feelings to max because you don't want to ruin your friendship
you are horrified when she starts dating the 34 year old man, you tell yourself that it's not because you're jealous, but because max is only 16 (it's definitely because you're jealous)
max cried on your shoulder when she learned her dad had stood her up on her graduation day
you threaten to train chewy to bite him for the next time he shows up to interrupt her life
she laughs and your heart skips a beat at the sound
when max tells you about her decision to go to college in Chicago, you try not to cry (let's pretend you chose to go to college somewhere in LA)
you do cry when you drop her and sam off at the airport on their way to Chicago (cry is putting it lightly, you full on sobbed into max's shirt)
Other people notice your feelings
with max off at college, you have a hard time figuring out what to do with yourself when you aren't attending classes
you take to moping around the fox's house
frankie is the first to catch onto your feelings for max, after seeing you sniffle pitifully into a carton of ice cream for the third weekend in a row, they figured you must've loved max more than you let on
frankie doesn't say anything to you about their realization, concluding that you probably hadn't yet registered that you harbored more than friendly thoughts for max
sam doesn't question why she keeps finding you fast asleep on her living room couch, so she remains none the wiser about your love for her daughter
when max calls you crying one night and tells you about how she doesn't think college is right for her, it takes everything in your willpower not to encourage her to hop on the next flight back to LA
you tell her she has to make the decision on her own but that you will wholeheartedly support her either way
when she does return, you don't even hide how ecstatic you are
the pain of hiding your feelings for her does return, but it's nothing compared to how heartbroken you felt while she was away
when she starts dating olivier, you feel more depressed than you do jealous
max notices your more frequent sad moods and her heart pangs dejectedly whenever she asks if you're okay and you brush her off
you feel lost and decide to confide in rich about your love for max, you always thought he was such a good second dad to her
he isn't fully surprised at your feelings for the other girl, having sensed that something more was likely going on between you two
he's so happy that you decided to tell him and offers you words of advice that he had picked up from being in similar situations to yours
from that moment on, he's silently rooting for you and max to get together
Max realizes her feelings for you
with her new love for photography, she innocently invited both you and paisley to model for an idea that she wanted to shoot
paisley agrees excitedly while you agree with more reluctance
the pictures with paisley turn out great
when it's your turn, max is in utter awe at how gently your beauty comes across in the photos
you fit the image she had wanted to capture so perfectly and as she continues to photograph you, her heart thumps wildly in her chest
the slow groundbreaking realization of the love she so deeply holds for you creeps up her spine
she pushes you away the next week and the week after that, filled with panic
now that she has figured out how she feels about you, she knows she'll never be able to hide it from you
you feel hurt that max is avoiding you, but you figure it's because she's spending more time with her boyfriend (max didn't tell you that she had broken up with him directly after the photoshoot)
max tells rich about her feelings for you and he only just barely manages to hide his joy at the news
he reassures her there's nothing wrong with the way she feels about you and that her family would accept and support her regardless
after a week of gathering up her nerve (and a third week of avoiding you), she reveals her feelings for you to sam
sam is shocked but reassures max that she is so happy and proud
when max falls asleep for the night, sam rushes to frankie's room for advice on ways that she could be there for max
Confession
one morning, frankie urges max to confess to you
needless to say, max is pissed at sam for telling frankie
a big fight starts between the three of them (max upset with sam for telling frankie, sam mad at frankie for telling max that she had told them about it, and frankie yelling at max to just tell you how she felt)
you, completely fed up with being avoided by max, stomp into the fox household to give the girl a piece of your mind
the fighting comes to a halt when you walk in the door, frankie and sam quickly scurry away
just as you're about to speak, max gently grabs your arm and tugs you outside with her
she shushes all your attempts to talk and apologies for avoiding you
she looks nervous and so uncharacteristically max as she takes your hand in hers
when she tells you she was avoiding you because she realized she was in love with you, you nearly forget how to breathe
she looks at you so worriedly while she waits for your response
when you tell her you feel the same, her eyes crinkle in happiness
max leans closer and the two of you share a soft kiss
max lovers you better cause some commotion in the comments!! she needs more love and I won't be silent about it anymore!
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bippot · 4 months
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Pretty please write a Mike Schmidt for me, my sweet dear friend that has made it very clear to me that she's back in her Josh Hutcherson phase? I know that you want to! I'll love you more than I already do ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️
I love the Josh Hutcherson renaissance! I've been seeing more Future Man love and content out there and that's great! It's one of my favourite shows. And there something about the FNAF movie that just has crack in it or something cause I've watched it 3 times in the past week.
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Summary: Mike and Abby move into a new apartment with a new neighbour, but Mike's old mundane responsibilities still persist. That's okay, his neighbour and her dog are prepared to entertain Abby for as long as he needs.
Additional Tags: Moving, Babysitting, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Caretaking, Minor Spoilers, Mike Schmidt Needs a Hug (Five Nights at Freddy's)
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The Schmidt siblings returned to their home after the events at pizzeria and Mike immediately knew that they had to move. The sight of his aunt's dead body on the floor was something that would stick in his brain for a hot minute, and truthfully, he'd seen far too many corpses in the span of 24 hrs than he ever thought was possible.
Vanessa's stabbing and Aunt Jane's murder was reported to the police by the Schmidt's as being done by the same killer - because it kinda was, but also not, but it was thanks to his murderous influence so yeah - although the killer in question hadn't been found when the cops did a sweep of the pizzeria.
So, Mike found a small apartment not that far from Abby's school and they began the process of settling in there. He assumed they'd live in their childhood home until Abby was grown up and wanted to go away to college or get a place of her own, but that wasn't the case.
This new home was smaller and cheaper than the old Schmidt residence, plus it didn't come with a lifetime of memories attached to it. It was an improvement, Mike had to keep reminding himself of that fact as he hauled what few belongings he had left into the back of his car.
All the stuff that wouldn't fit had been sold off and Mike was sad to see a lot of his parents stuff go but it helped him acquire some well needed pocket cash for gas or whatever school supplies Abby needed. Whatever was left was transferred into room 34 of the Greystone apartments.
It was a long process, mostly because Abby was at school and the only other person who'd Mike would ask to help was still recovering. That meant that he had to lift every single box up three flights of stairs since the elevator was currently broken. Or, at least that was what he thought.
After making three trips, door 32 opened and a sweet voice asked, "Would you like some help?" Mike nearly dropped the two boxes he'd stacked precariously in his arms as he spun around to put a face to the voice.
Just his luck! His neighbour was a total babe. To anyone else that would've been excellent news, but to Mike, this ensured that he'd be nervous as hell when entering and exiting his own apartment because his mind would have to be alert in case she wanted to talk to him and get a response that was more than incoherent mumbling.
Look, he wasn't a socially awkward guy. Socially avoidant was the term he preferred. He could hold a conversation with a person, with a woman. With a woman he found attractive on the other hand? Well, he hadn't done that in a while. He was more than a little rusty.
Thankfully, this neighbour didn't seem to notice how weirdly out of his depth he felt. Instead, she nodded towards the boxes he'd been piling outside his front door. "Need a hand with those?" she inquired, voice smooth and melodious like an angel.
He swallowed hard, feeling stupid, but somehow answered anyway, "If you don't mind, yeah, please." It came out sounding like he was choking on his words which, given that he had formed coherent sentences in her presence, was the best he was going to get for now.
"Do you have a U-haul truck full?"
"I, uh, folded the seats down of my Accord and shoved, yeah, shoved e-everything in the back."
"Oh. Smart." She closed her door and gestured for them to start walking towards the exit, and he was happy to oblige. "I'm Y/N, by the way."
"Mike."
Mike wanted to say something, to strike up some really interesting conversation that would have her hanging onto each word he said with rapt attention - but his words died before he could utter them. There were just... no words, no topic of choice, nothing. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth. If he tried to speak, he might choke and die.
That would be bad. Really bad.
Y/N didn't seem to mind. She could talk for the both of them, it seemed. Honestly, he wasn't sure what she was saying. He wasn't focused on that. No, he was focused on everything else about her, every movement, every breath, the way her hair fell in her eyes, the way her lips curled into a half smile whenever she made a joke and how it curled even farther up when she laughed. He couldn't stop staring.
Sometimes, he felt like he was a bit of a weirdo. It was a conscious effort of his to notice as much as he possibly could about someone he's meeting for the first time and doesn't understand yet, but there were times - far too many times - when he zeroed in on details that didn't need that much scrutiny. Like, why did she have a very faint scar on the inside of her right bicep? Or pen on her left wrist? Or why was she looking at him like she had asked a question and was waiting for him to respond?
Oh. Because she had asked a question and was waiting for him to respond.
That'll do it.
"Sorry, I totally spaced out. What, umm... what did you say?"
"I asked which car was yours."
It was obvious. It was the Honda they were standing in front of that was filled with cardboard boxes.
"Yeah, this is it. Here we are. This is my car."
"You don't say."
Before Mike could stop himself, he rolled his eyes. It was a good natured, amused roll, but a roll nonetheless. He smiled to himself as he opened the boot and began taking out all the boxes he deemed worthy of carrying to his apartment on this trip.
Together, they got everything from the car into his apartment without too much fuss. It took a while so there had been a few awkward silences, but Mike was slowly progressing in his effort to talk to her without tripping over his feet and ending up flat on his ass. He managed to get his words out without making a complete idiot of himself. It was slow progress, but progress nonetheless.
By the time his belongings were safely in his apartment, it was time to pick Abby up from school.
"To say, to say thank you, would you - you can say no, obviously, - Abby and I are going to order pizza for dinner as a celebration of this place. And because we don't have any groceries yet. If you'd like to, yeah, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you wanted to join us?" he blurted out in one large breath as they stood in their opposite doorways, half in half out of their living rooms.
"I'd love to, but I'm busy...doing things. Doing stuff."
"Oh. Yeah, of course. Maybe, yeah, maybe another time, then?"
"Uh... Sure, sounds good."
They both looked awkward, and neither of them moved for a beat too long until Mike realised that if he didn't leave soon, he was going to be late for pick up. He gave her one final shy wave before rushing to the stairwell.
Abby wasn't told about the nice, pretty girl from next door that he'd been an idiot in front of so when they'd returned from grocery shopping the very next day and Mike was talking to some lady in the newly fixed elevator, she was a little confused. Because she knew her brother. Her brother didn't get people he'd never spoken to before to smile at him like that.
"Hi Mike," Y/N greeted softly as they approached, giving the dachshund at her feet a gentle tug so he'd give the siblings more space to stand. "I'm guessing you went grocery shopping."
Correct. The hand that wasn't holding Abby's had three heavy grocery bags in it.
"Y/N, hey!" Her brother grinned in a way Abby had never seen before. His cheeks flushed slightly and he cleared his throat, his grin turning shy. "This is Abby. This is my sister Abby."
Something akin to relief flashed across Y/N's face. "Nice to meet you, Abby. Mike mentioned you yesterday, but he didn't tell me how cool your shoes are." She crouched down to pretend to get a better look. "Cupcakes are cool."
Abby giggled at the compliment and pushed her nose into Mike's side. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of her brother's bicep and at the fabric there so he'd lean down for her to whisper in his ear. "She asks, can she pet your dog please? Pretty please?" he repeated. "Why she couldn't ask you, I don't know."
"Tater here would love to be petted."
On cue, Tater barked excitedly and wagged his tail at the prospect of being fussed over. Abby cooed loudly and reached out her hand to pet his head. As soon as her fingertips touched his fur, he leaned into her touch and licked her hand enthusiastically. Abby shrieked in delight at the attention, her small hands flailing wildly for a second before reaching out to stroke Tater's ears. Mike could see the joy in the kid's bright eyes and it sent warmth pooling in his chest.
With Abby occupied, Y/N felt the need to clarify, "I was under the impression yesterday that Abby was your girlfriend."
"Ew, gross."
"That's why I was weird about the pizza. I didn't want to third wheel, you know? Sorry I jumped to a completely wrong conclusion."
At that, the corners of Mike's lips twisted upwards. His shoulders relaxed a fraction as he breathed a quiet sigh. Thank God he didn't weird her out with his odd behaviour.
"No, no, I get it. I'm a guy and I mentioned a girl. It...it makes, well, it makes sense to jump to conclusions, actually." A spark of boldness appeared all of a sudden and forced him to inquire, "Would you have stayed if I had made it very clear that Abby is ten years old and my sister?"
"I would've." Y/N replied instantly. Not missing a beat, she added, "I love free pizza," with a smirk.
Ding. They reached their floor and went their separate ways for now. Abby had to be told quite a few times to stop stroking Tater and come inside, but she was reluctant to. That dog had charmed her to the core, it seemed. Eventually, Abby reluctantly complied and followed her older brother into their apartment.
No more than ten minutes later, Y/N heard someone knocking on her door and opened it to find little Abby on the other side all by herself. "Hey Abby, you okay?" Y/N asked with a warm smile.
"Can I play with Tater some more please?" The little girl put on the most cutesy, pleading smile she could muster and batted her eyelashes in order to make it all the more convincing.
"Did you ask your brother?"
"He's in the shower."
So that's a no. Y/N pursed her lips as she thought of a response. Obviously, Mike would freak out if the child in his care was at a stranger's place without his permission. She had no idea about Abby's temperament either. Would she scream and shout if she wasn't given what she wanted? Would she beg? Or would she just be content and go back to whatever she had been doing in her own home?
"Let me just get a lead." Y/N disappeared from view for a minute and Abby was fully prepared for disappointment so she opened the door to her apartment, just listening for the sound of Y/N's door locking. Yet, she was soon reappearing with the weiner dog on a leash.
The pair sat in their opened doorways and fussed over Tater with enthusiasm only children possessed, ignoring the occasional looks from their neighbours who had to step over the situation to get to their homes. The corridor was filled with girly giggles and the occasional happy yap from the puppy as it happily accepted each scratch and pat Abby gave him.
Mike came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and was fully expecting to walk into his room to get changed directly afterwards. That didn't happen straight away. He noticed the opened door before the chatter and rushed to check that his sister was safe and still in the confines of their new home.
Maybe she was talking to those dead kids again. That was not something he needed right now.
"Abby?" he called out tentatively, but upon hearing no response other than more giggles, Mike stepped closer to the door and was rather confused as to why his sister was sitting in the doorway.
Y/N's eyes widened the moment sexy, dripping wet Mike appeared in view. She gulped nervously and took in his attire for a split second, trying her best not to stare too openly at his body. It was a struggle at best and she had to take a deep breath.
"Look Mike, Tater can do tricks!" Abby cheered happily when she noticed her brother coming closer. "Tater, play dead."
The dog did exactly as the girl said and rolled onto its back, exposing his belly in a way that was just asking for rubs. And Abby was overjoyed to give them to him. Mike couldn't help chuckling at the sight of his sister, who he was pretty sure had instigated all of this, laughing like crazy as she scratched Tater behind the ear, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while he let out pleased barks.
"You're such a good boy," she praised, patting his head gently and causing the dog to roll over again. "Can we get a dog?"
"Well, uh-" He paused, "Can we have this conversation when I have clothes on?" The girl frowned but nodded her head nonetheless. "Great. I will do that then. I'll get some, uh huh, I will stop being so naked now. I promise."
Subtly, Y/N hid her laugh behind her hand as she watched the scene before her unfold. It was adorable watching him struggle to find words.
Sitting together and playing around with Tater in their doorways became a daily occurrence for the girls. Abby would get home from school and count down the minutes till Y/N came back from work, only to turn to look at her brother expectantly. "Can I?" she'd ask every time, and he'd say yes every time. It became a routine between them, one that gave Mike free time to look for a new job.
And eventually, he did find one. It wasn't exactly ideal. The hours were long and overlapped with after school time, but it was in the day, and it ensured that they'd get 20% off their groceries. The supermarket in town was looking for shelf stockers. The pay wasn't spectacular, but it was liveable. There wasn't much customer interaction. His main focus was to refill the shelves and that was it, nothing beyond that.
No animatronics. No ghost kids. No serial murderers - as far as he knew. And definitely no Balloon Boy.
Originally, he wasn't going to take the job. But, he happened to mention it to Y/N one day and she immediately tried to squash his worries. "I can pick Abby up from school on my way home from work and she can hang out here until your shift is over. No biggie," she reasoned, placing her hand reassuringly against his bicep and flashing a smile at him. Mike was hesitant, at first.
On the other hand, Abby was not. She loved being in Y/N's apartment. It looked nicer than their apartment because Y/N had decorations and nicknacks to look at, and a sofa that was far more comfortable than the old, busted one they had, and Tater was there with all his toys and treats. And Y/N had cable too so that meant they could watch Malcolm in the Middle when it was on.
Abby was planning to grab onto this opportunity with both hands as soon as it presented itself.
Y/N arrived at Abby's school and was greeted by the child running towards her excitedly. Her backpack thumped along on her back loudly and her curls jumped as she bounced up and down, clearly very excited to spend her evening with Y/N (primarily Y/N's dog, but hey).
"Hi Y/N!"
"Hi Abs, you ready to go?"
She nodded frantically, a huge grin forming on her cheeks as she handed Y/N a piece of paper. "I drew this for you!" she informed proudly, pointing to a cute little drawing of a very familiar looking puppy curled up in his doggy bed.
Looking at the drawing, Y/N's eyes softened. "Wow! Thank you! It's really, really really good," she praised with genuine happiness as she ruffled the top of Abby's head. "Do you think Tater will like it? Shall we show him?"
That question was all it took to convince the girl to be well behaved and not complain about traffic they had to sit through to get home. She just bobbed her head along to the radio softly, tapping her feet along to the beat on the ground. By the end of the journey, she even began humming to the tunes, making sure to keep her voice quiet enough that she thought Y/N wouldn't be able to hear her singing. Y/N could.
"I missed you!" Abby squealed as soon as she saw the dog lying on his side asleep by the living room couch. She quickly hopped on the floor next to him and started stroking his soft fur. "Tater, wake up so we can play," she whispered, petting him under his chin and hoping he might at least stir awake. After a few more seconds, he finally stirred awake, his little tail swinging from side to side the moment he realised who was stroking him.
Tater attacked Abby with wet, sloppy dog kisses, causing her to giggle uncontrollably at every lick. Y/N stood beside the couch and laughed at the scene before her. The little girl was a picture of pure joy as Tater licked and slobbered all over her face, causing her to fall backwards onto the carpeted floor and cry out in delight.
If anyone deserved to be spoiled rotten, it was Abby. In fact, both of the remaining Schmidts deserved to be fussed over and Y/N was prepared to do just that to them for as long as they allowed her to.
Mike arrived home from his shift at the grocery store tired and sore. Most of his day had been spent lifting boxes from the storage room out onto the floor with only a single person helping him. And it hadn't helped that his coworker was an older lady - she was kind to him but there was no way she was carrying half of this shit - so he literally did all of the heavy lifting. His back ached badly, which didn't help his mood in the slightest.
However, as he entered Y/N's apartment - they no longer knocked and just walked in these days - and was faced the sight of Abby grating cheese at the kitchen counter as Y/N warned, "Careful of your fingies, don't wanna accidentally cut yourself. Take it slow, honey."
A sweet smile stretched across his lips as he closed the door behind him and made his way towards the two women. Neither of them seemed to notice, clearly too engrossed in preparing their dinner to see as he silently leant against the kitchen door frame and watched them carefully.
At some point, Y/N had braided Abby's hair and obviously Abby wanted to return the favour but wasn't all that good at it as the end of Y/N's locks were all bushy and tangled, the ends curling up into knots and sticking out from underneath the bobble. He chuckled to himself quietly, thus gaining the attention of the both of them instantly.
"How long have you been there, creeper?" Abby asked, giving her brother a dirty glare and earning her a chuckle from him once more.
"Long enough," he replied and shrugged his shoulders. "What are we cooking?"
"Y/N's teaching me how to make Cowboy Pie."
His eyebrow raised in amusement. "Is that so?" he hummed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why do you never want to help when I cook, huh?"
"You don't cook. You just heat stuff up."
"Oh yeah? I see how it is," he snickered, but was quick to ask, "Well, you two need any help?" and turned his gaze to Y/N, who simply shook her head.
"Go relax. We've got this," she said dismissively, waving him away with the wooden spoon still in her hand. "Don't we, Abs?" She poked the nodding girl in the cheek affectionately. "See? Everything is alright. Go sit with Tater."
She gave him a gentle push with her hip, prompting him to move into the living room without another word. He sat on the couch and placed his bag by his feet, letting out a huge sigh as his ass hit the soft cushion. He rested his elbows on his knees, placed his chin on his palms and leaned forward so he could see into the kitchen.
Watching the duo cook together was mesmerising. A warm feeling filled his chest and spread throughout his entire body - like fire but not uncomfortable, more comforting, like home. Y/N had such a loving smile on her face while Abby looked content and beamed whenever she was allowed to stir the pot or throw in the ingredients. They were like peas in a pod, Y/N taking care of everything and doing all the things that included knives while Abby tried to follow instructions.
He was completely lost in the scene in front of him until something small and furry pressed itself against his leg. He glanced down and smiled upon seeing the dachshund's black nose pressing up against the side of his pant legs. The dog wagged his tail and then looked up at him, staring with his wide brown eyes, almost pleading for attention. Mike couldn't say no to Tater so he bent down to scratch gently behind his floppy ears.
"Hiya, boy," he murmured happily. "Us guys have got to stick together, right? Can't let the girls boss us around now, can we?" Tater barked and wagged his whole body as if to agree with him.
That meal had to be the best he'd ever had, or at least remembered having. It was mainly potato, sausage, beans and cheese, but somehow, they'd managed to make it taste extra good. Tater was given a sausage or two, so he was beyond happy and fell asleep directly after dinner.
Abby was in a similar state. She'd cleaned her plate then asked for more, which was fine because there was leftovers for her to get through. Her belly was full and she was exhausted, so that meant she could probably sleep through the night. She even fell asleep against Mike's shoulder half way through the episode of Family Feud.
Honestly, Mike was close to dozing off too but kept himself awake long enough to pick his sister up and carry her to her bed. "She's out like a light, how did you do that?" he asked Y/N curiously, his arms wrapped around Abby so she didn't fall out of his grip and slump to the corridor floor.
"It was all Tater," she joked, gesturing towards the passed out puppy lying on his back between the gap between the two couch cushions. "Same time tomorrow?"
"Yeah, yeah please."
"Goodnight Mike," Y/N smiled, moving in to peck his cheek before disappearing behind her door.
Once she was gone, Mike released a large exhale through his nose, his eyes now wide open and fixed on the crooked 32 number plate on the wood. He wiggled one hand free and straightened it up, then brought his fingertip to where her lips had just been on his skin and smiled faintly.
"Goodnight Y/N."
Every day was similar to that one - obviously there were slight variations where Abby didn't eat as much, or Tater decided to be yappy that day, or Y/N didn't feel like cooking and ordered something in, or Mike was grumpier - but they were all better than before. Their lives weren't exactly perfect, but this was close enough, really.
For now.
"My boss offered me some more hours, just in time for the holidays - and it's a big upgrade in pay -"
"That sounds great, Mike. What's the 'but'?" Y/N frowned as she placed some freshly cooked lasagna on a plate and placed it in front of Mike.
"It's night shifts and a weekend or two." He shoved a fork full into his mouth, chewing it slowly before swallowing and continuing, "You've done so much already and asking you to look after Abby for the entire night... it's too much, you shouldn't have to-"
"Mike-"
"I'll pay you. I promise. Abby told me she wants that Robotic Puppy thing for her present and that's $40 and I said I get that for her to make up for the fact I won't let her get a real dog. Factor in groceries. And bills. And..." he began mumbling to himself, working out all the math in his head. He'd never been all that good at maths.
There was a beat of silence before Y/N let out a small chuckle. "Mike," she sighed again, placing her hand gently on top of his, "It's okay. Really, it is. This isn't a big deal at all. I love spending time with Abby and she loves sleepovers."
Recently, there had been a development in Abby's social life; one that involved more hanging out with her friend outside of school. The new friend had been a late addition to the class and was rather shy, so when she spent her time reading right next to where Abby was drawing, they began their quiet friendship.
"And the weekends?"
"Well, I get Sundays off and Saturdays she can come to work with me. There's always a bunch of kids her age in the library on Saturdays. Yeah, it's all the nerd kids," Y/N explained with a laugh whilst pouring two glasses of wine and handing one to Mike. "Relax, Mikey."
With a final deep breath, he nodded his head, his expression changing as he took a sip of wine. "Okay," he breathed and smiled softly. "Thank you. For today. And last week too. And all the times before that."
"Yeah, no problem," she shrugged casually and sipped from her glass as well, trying her hardest to keep the flush off her face.
Working nights again was not something Mike thought he'd ever do again, yet this time, the scenery was far less alive. No, instead it was just dark and cold. And this time, he actually had job responsibilities and couldn't fall asleep at a desk. He had to lift and sort and clean and sweep and tidy and organise and price check and restock. It was boring, mind numbing and absolutely exhausting and he just wanted to go home to sleep and forget about it all.
What was waiting for him when he got home was something else. Something different, something better.
After putting Abby to bed, Y/N had fallen asleep on the living room sofa, a blanket draped around her and a book about to slip from her fingers. Mike knelt beside the couch and grabbed the book and placed it on the coffee table before giving in to the temptation to brush her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips linger on her cheek.
"Mike?" Y/N murmured, her eyelids fluttering slightly as her eyes met his own, causing him to bolt away and stand up straight.
"Oh! Sorry," he stuttered, clearing his throat. and scratching at his cheek with a little too much force. "Um, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you."
Y/N yawned and stretched, leaning on her elbow and resting her head on her hands as she regarded him. "How was work? Anything interesting happen?" she asked quietly, her voice still sounding sleepy. She ran a hand through her messy hair, messing it up even more and looking adorably groggy, and he had to admit it was kinda hot.
"Not really. The same as usual just at night, I guess."
A hum left her throat and she closed her eyes briefly. When they opened again, they were glimmering with sleepy tears, making them sparkle beautifully. His heart swelled with so much emotion, he couldn't help but stare at them and sigh.
"Abby is -" She yawned again. "Abby's is in my bed. You can leave her there if you want," she murmured, her voice fading to barely a whisper. "You tired? You look it."
"Yeah."
Thanks to the darkness of the room and the bagginess of his clothes, he had the same general shape of a teddy bear - all soft and curly with big brown eyes. That paired with Y/N sleepy kind of not fully woken up state meant that she whispered, "Come here," and held her arms open invitingly. He hesitated for a moment, before finally deciding that he couldn't turn this opportunity down. He crawled onto the sofa and lay down next to her, putting as much distance in between their bodies as he could, which wasn't a lot.
It would've felt awkward to anyone else, but for the two of them it was natural; comfortable and intimate. Y/N snuggled up next to Mike until her head rested comfortably on his chest and he put an arm around her, pulling her as close as possible.
"Y/N?"
"Hmmm...?" she hummed sleepily, her hands coming up under her chin on his chest, looking up at him through her lashes. He looked at her, mesmerised by the gentle glow of the light emanating from the tv screen behind him, before gazing down at her lips, feeling a blush creep up on his neck. He licked his lips nervously and swallowed thickly before he could think twice about what he was going to say next.
"I like you," he admitted bluntly without any preamble, and his eyes widened slightly as soon as the words were uttered. They flew past the tip of his tongue, begging to leave him, and the truth was out there now. In the open and therefore there was no backing out. "Jesus, that made me sound like a middle schooler."
Y/N blinked several times, processing what he said, before smiling warmly and reaching up and stroking his cheek gently. Mike's eyes fluttered shut at her touch, and he leaned into her hand with a contented sigh. "I like you too," she whispered, her smile growing wider and her thumb brushing along his cheek bone tenderly.
"So, um, should we maybe..." he started awkwardly, unsure where he wanted things to go from there.
"In the morning?"
"Good idea."
They fell asleep almost immediately after saying goodnight, holding each other tightly as they slept in a dreamless slumber. A slumber that was cut short when Abby woke them up with a very loud gasp, waking the both of them up. They rubbed at their eyes with the heels of their palms and looked over at Abby who stared at them with wide eyes.
Cheeks flushing red under his sister's scrutiny, Mike burrowed his face in Y/N's shoulder, who just chuckled and curled her hand into his curly hair.
"What's the time, Abs?"
"7:23" came the reply as she pointed at the digital clock on the wall above the TV.
Mike let out a groan of annoyance and pushed his nose further into Y/N. It seemed that once he got some affection, he didn't want to let go. She didn't seem to mind though and laughed softly, shifting a bit to accommodate him.
Or was it to accommodate Abby?
Because Y/N offered, "Well, it's Sunday and there's enough space for three so wanna join, honey?" and Abby was jumping at the chance, clambering on the couch until the girl was lying entirely on top of her brother like a weighted blanket that got slightly heavier as Tater joined in too and curled up between his knees. He grunted at the unexpected cuddle pile but got used to it quickly.
"What do you want for breakfast when we get up?" Y/N asked Abby, stroking her hair away from her face as the child yawned.
"Pop Tarts?"
"I second that," Mike mumbled.
"Pop Tarts it is then," Y/N agreed with a small nod
Somehow, life had got even better.
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My thoughts about The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes:
Let's start by summarising the movie -
No crime-solving happens in the first 34 minutes. The first act is all about Holmes and Watson's dynamic, exploration of the nature of their relationship with each other, etc. If you're the type of person who only watches/reads Sherlock Holmes for the cases, you'd believe this portion is skippable. Only the blink-and-miss detail about the "Midgets' case" is important as far as Holmes' detective work is concerned.
However, if you think exploring Holmes and Watson's interpersonal relationship and their casework are both equally important, like I do, the first act is GOLD. Most of the Tumblr gifs about this movie are from the first 30-35 mins lol.
1.) Holmes enters and they bicker like an old, married couple.
H: Oh, come now, Watson, you must admit that you have a tendency to overromanticize. You have taken my simple exercises in logic and embellished them, embroidered them, exaggerated them ---
W: I deny the accusation.
H: You have described me as six-footfour, whereas I am barely six-footone.
W: A bit of poetic license.
Not only is this whole scene just delightful in general but the theory about Watson being an unreliable narrator in ACD canon is actually being supported throughout the movie, starting right here.
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W:It's those little touches that make you colorful...
H: Lurid is more like it. You have painted me as a hopeless dope addict - just because I occasionally take a five per cent solution of cocaine.
W: A seven per cent solution.
H: Five per cent. Don't you think I'm aware you've been diluting it behind my back?
This exchange was lovely. Way to slip in their closeness through a few words.
2.) Watson doesn't think it's odd to barge right in when Holmes is completely naked and taking a bath?
Also, why the hell does Holmes bathe with his bedroom door wide open?
And what's that thing he's taking a bath in called? Does anyone know about this stuff? Was this thing common in that timeline? It doesn't seem to fit a grown man like Holmes.
I have so many questions and I'm speechless at the same time. I'll just drop this here:
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3.) Then Watson persuades Holmes to go to The Swan Lake ballet.
Watson enjoys that ballet, a little too much at that, mostly because he's staring at all the women on stage. (We'll get back to this later.)
Holmes on the other hand has dozed off. All he can admire about the most beautiful dancer, Petrova, is her strong arches. Which is... 🏳‍🌈
Then that whole scene about Nicholai and Petrova and Holmes in the dressing room. XD
Petrova offers a Stradivarius violin to Holmes in exchange for sleeping with her for a week, so that her child would be beautiful like her and brilliant like Holmes.
Holmes gets out of the situation by lying to both of them; saying he's in a relationship with Watson.
Honestly, that whole bit. Just look at the lines:
N: She has been dancing since she was three years old, and after all, she is now thirty-eight.
H: (gallantly) I must say she doesn't look thirty-eight.
N: That is because she is forty-six.
And:
Nicholai: (about Tolstoy) Too old --- Then we considered the philosopher, Nietzsche --
H: Absolutely first-rate mind ---
N: Too German --
Etc. They're all so funny. This whole scene is something else.
In fairness to Holmes, he did try to get himself out of the situation by lying about having hemophilia in his family, or saying that he's unromantic because he's English, etc but Petrova was having none of it.
Watson coming into the room all of a sudden gives so much clarity and calmness to Holmes. He just knows what to say to help himself because of Watson.
This unforgettable exchange:
N: You mean, you and Dr. Watson - He is your glass of tea?
H: If you want to be picturesque about it.
On a side note, I absolutely loved Nicholai's face journey throughout both scenes - in the dressing room, stuck in the middle of Holmes and Petrova's awkwardness, and later on when he asks about the alleged Holmes-Watson romance to Watson after having spread the rumour in the whole room.
I just loved his reactions a lot.
According to this movie-
Caprice of Mother Nature = Gay.
Half-and-half = Bisexual.
Watson comes to know about the rumour, after having had the time of his life with both men and women in the ballroom. Watson is pissed off, he goes home and confronts about the whole thing to Holmes.
They have a row at Baker Street, in which Watson is being extremely heteronormative again. Thinking too much about his reputation without stopping to question his own feelings and his weird fixation on Holmes' love life.
There's that famous line again:
W: Holmes, let me ask you a question. I hope I'm not being presumptuous -but there have been women in your life?
H: The answer is yes -- you're being presumptuous. Good night.
Awesome.
This marks the end of Act I.
The existence of these 33 minutes of the movie is proof that the writing team in this adaptation knows that exploring Holmes and Watson's characters and what they mean to each other is as important as Holmes' casework. Billy Wilder takes this seriously, even though there are some jokes here and there about it.
The whole of Act I is filled with raising questions about Holmes and Watson's preferences, etc. Does Holmes feel love or is he just a machine? Does Holmes feel love for Watson? Does Watson know about Holmes' feelings for him? Does Watson feel the same way about Holmes?
In my opinion, all the answers to the personal questions about Holmes are as clear as a day. What's really questionable is whether Watson knows and/or feels the same way about Holmes or not. Different viewers might draw different conclusions/inferences after watching this movie.
After this, the movie takes a turn because "Gabrielle" enters the picture, and the actual crime-solving begins from here. The tone becomes a bit more serious in this act.
A young woman, completely wet and in shock enters 221 B. Watson has to pay for her fare to the cabbie before he and Holmes take her upstairs to take care of her.
She can't remember anything at first, then from her wedding ring, Holmes gets to know her name: Gabrielle Valladon. Her husband's name is Emile Valladon.
She appears to have temporary amnesia because of getting hit on the forehead and almost drowning in the Thames.
She reveals info about herself that she's from Belgium, her husband was here in London for a job, they used to write to each other, and after some time, the letters from her husband stopped coming. She'd gone to the London police first after coming to this city. She says the police had advised her to consult Sherlock Holmes.
Now, this should make the viewer skeptical of her. Scotland Yard does consult Sherlock Holmes when they need him, but they aren't going to let him have the whole case if there's a situation like this.
Besides, that woman ending up at Baker Street specifically seems to be planned, anyway. Also, there's always this man who keeps waiting for her or someone else's signals on the outside.
I know what we see on screen comes from Watson's drafts on loose pages, but this movie's narration seems to be Third Person Omniscient POV to me. Where the viewer is privy to more information as compared to the characters.
The three of them keep looking for her husband's whereabouts, and she pretends to be helpless, needy, and fragile (to stroke the ego of the men around her, I believe. I mean that could be one of the reasons...) with temporary amnesia throughout most of the movie. Holmes and Watson don't suspect a thing about her as they keep working for her and she keeps sending cryptic messages to the "Trappists" (German government) with her parasol.
The thing I love about this act:
Ilse von Hofmannsthal aka Gabrielle Valladon is actually a competent character who happens to be a woman. We can see something shady is going on with her even though we don't know her real name, but one of the most brilliant people on the planet doesn't suspect anything. He thinks she's just a woman looking for her husband's whereabouts. He thinks her back story is real.
He keeps on thinking that until Mycroft basically tells him in the third act which is why we're able to see for ourselves that Ilse was genuinely able to outsmart Holmes. We don't have to be told by the narrative voice about Ilse's strengths (*cough* unlike BBC Sherlock and a lot of female characters written by Steven Moffat *cough*).
I, for one, felt respectful of Ilse or "Gabrielle" for real. It was quite refreshing to me after having watched some modern Holmes adaptations.
Holmes, Watson, and "Gabrielle" go looking for the cause of Emile Valladon's death after they've found his coffin in the graveyard, in the guise of having a picnic. Holmes and "Gabrielle" pretend to be a married couple - Mrs and Mr Ashdown, and Watson is their valet. The scenes after this point are delightful mainly because of Watson's reactions (which could be read as his jealousy over Holmes, too).
Also, me when Holmes calls Watson 'John' in an archaic Holmes adaptation:
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Because of his sort of stupidity, Holmes takes Ilse, a German spy, right in front of the submersible (which he thinks is a mechanical 'monster' that lives underwater) in a boat, along with Watson.
Ilse was trying to grab as much information as she could about that secret project because she was working for her country. Who knew someone would show her the live version of that model so readily (albeit unknowingly)? :P
The three of them are obviously unable to find anything about Emile Valladon, so they go back to the inn room they're staying in.
That's when one of Mycroft's men comes to pick Holmes up and take him to his elder brother. Here's when the third act begins, I think.
Mycroft had warned Sherlock not to pursue "Gabrielle's" case any further during the second act. But Sherlock didn't listen, because a.) he's an empathetic man, and b.) Mycroft can't just order him to do or drop something just because. Sherlock is not a child anymore.
I know Mycroft was only trying to protect Sherlock, and that he couldn't have told him the real reason to stop him at that time, but still.
Either way, months of planning and testing the submersible have gone to waste because Holmes did not suspect at any point that his client, "Gabrielle Valladon" might have just been lying to him since the start. Can't blame Holmes for that. Ilse was meticulous.
Mycroft shows the model to the queen and she strongly disapproves of the model and curses it a lot. Personally, this seemed to be a shitty decision on her part, and I felt so frustrated and annoyed at her in that scene. She didn't even care to hear about its features. She just rejected it on the spot! :(
Mycroft decides to 'give the submarine' to the German government. It's implied that the Trappists were drowned along with the submarine itself in the deep waters. (That's what I gathered from that scene - correct me if my interpretation was wrong).
In conclusion, while Ilse is genuinely able to outsmart Holmes (unlike some writers forcing us to believe it in their adaptation because they told us so), the German government isn't able to go anywhere with the info they've gathered through Ilse because of Mycroft's last move. Moreover, the English government would have sent her to jail, if Sherlock hadn't suggested Mycroft send her back to her own country.
So, in the end, it's a lose-lose situation for all of them.
1.) Sherlock Holmes didn't know that Ilse was faking her name and her whole identity for a long time, so he unknowingly helped a German spy, thinking he was just helping an ordinary client. Ilse almost had him and the viewers could see for themselves that she'd outsmarted him.
2.) Even after Ilse von Hofmannsthal has got what she wanted for her government, as a spy, they aren't able to make use of that info because of Mycroft. And she has to get out of England anyway.
3.) Mycroft Holmes also fails, to some extent, because ages of effort to plan the submersible, hide the plans, and test the model in secret - all of it has gone to waste. The queen doesn't even want to hear him out in the end.
But even if it was a lose-lose situation, the battle was damn intriguing because of the high intellect on both sides - Holmes brothers and Ilse.
Months later, Holmes receives a letter from Mycroft about Ilse's arrest and execution by the Japanese government. Reading that, he's so moved that he can't even finish his breakfast. He gets up and asks Watson for his cocaine supply. Watson tells him, and then Holmes grabs the bag and goes to his room. Holmes shuts himself in, Watson gets up from the breakfast table too, sits beside the fireplace, and begins to write something on a piece of paper. Probably about the case, but for nobody to see.
End of Act III and the movie.
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I loved the background score of this movie. It's quite touching and refreshing to listen to.
A lot of dialogue exchanges in the movie are so deep if you stop to think about them. It's unbelievable how much writers can convey through a few words. Some of them are quite funny too - particularly from Act I. There's a thin line between being funny and mocking, and TPLOSH didn't cross that. It was nice.
I love this portrayal of Sherlock Holmes. It's clear how deeply they've understood him from the original canon. Pretends to be dismissive and closed off but actually cares about everyone way too much.
I also liked Mycroft in this movie, even if he didn't have much screen time.
About Ilse von Hofmannsthal - I loved her. Seriously, this is how you write female characters, modern writers! People say ASIB is a direct adaptation of TPLOSH, which is true, but I'd prefer TPLOSH over that episode any day, and one of the reasons is the way the female lead has been written in the former. Not exactly a fan of how Moffat wrote her in his adaptation. He did her dirty, I'd say.
Characters like Ilse make me think that the writing team of this movie knew what feminism is. I can't say the same for the modern Holmes adaptation that has been heavily inspired by TPLOSH.
I loved the plot of this movie too. The case in itself was also pretty interesting and kept me hooked throughout. Even if it wasn't exactly resolved finally, and the ending was melancholic.
I wasn't expecting the movie to be this good. Which is why it took me so long to sit down and watch it.
I only have one complaint about this movie - Watson's characterisation.
I mean, Watson wasn't half as bad as I'd expected (I thought he was going to be horrible, based on the snippets of the movie I'd seen before), but still. I like how he doesn't fall into the bumbling idiot stereotype. As far as the casework is concerned, Watson is also quite competent and observant in his own right. He can handle the medical work too.
I've got problems with his heteronormativity, and the fact that when it comes to deducing what lies in Holmes' heart, he's dumb as bricks. It's annoying. Like, it's one thing if he doesn't feel the same way about Holmes, but he doesn't have to be so weird and homophobic about it. Also, I think Holmes should've told him about the truth related to Ilse and the 'mechanical monster'. I've had enough of 'keeping Watson in the dark for his own good', damn it! He should be more in the knowledge.
Watson's character was the only element in the movie that didn't receive justice from the writer. As a Watson-centric fan, I need this to stop happening in future Holmes adaptations. People should see more from his POV too, and stop to actually see where he's coming from, and properly understand his character in the next show/movie/whatever they make.
What I gathered from the movie about the characters and their interpersonal relationships-
Holmes is in love with Watson but doesn't admit it... for valid reasons this time. (side eyes at Watson's homophobia).
Watson is deeply attached to Holmes but sees him as a close friend. I wish he felt the same way about Holmes in this movie, but alas! Though if he doesn't feel that way about Holmes, why the hell does he seem so jealous of Ilse in Acts II and III? This is beyond me.
I think what they've tried to show is that Watson is too close-minded to confront his possibly repressed feelings for Holmes, deep within his heart? Maybe. It could very well be my wishful thinking lol.
But as far as Holmes' feelings for Watson are concerned, it's not even wishful thinking. It's just... right there. I wish the subtext about Holmes' pining were spelled out. I know why it couldn't (the Doyle estate was being a pain in the ass at that time), but still. It's quite clear what they wanted to write as far as Holmes' emotional side was concerned, but they dropped it from the scripts after Act I and decided to focus on the case instead.
Holmes is dismissive of 'Gabrielle' at first, but he becomes sympathetic for her after some time. He reaches out to help her with her situation, and as the plot moves forward, he grows affectionate for Gabrielle/Ilse, which is why he doesn't hold a grudge against her when he realises he's been outsmarted by this woman (even though his ego was mildly hurt for a while).
The way they maintained a balance between the plot and the characters is commendable. I love seeing well-written women in fiction and this movie showed me that.
I was surprised to see how good this movie turned out to be, as compared to my preconceived opinions. The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes has officially become my comfort movie now. Miles ahead of BBC Sherlock, in my opinion.
Thanks to my discussions with @jamielovesjam in a previous post about this movie lol. I wouldn't have wanted to watch the movie if not for the long talk I had with them. Also tagging @gaypiningshit and @helloliriels for further discussion.
End of my unnecessarily long rambling.
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farleigh analysis PART 3, because i might as well do the entire movie at this point. i'm locked in. this is going to cover the early-saltburn summer era. AKA, oliver's once in a lifetime, hand job on a haybale, golden big boy summer. everything after venetia and oliver's sex scene is in another post on my blog. this one is pretty short.
[0:34:42] (they're watching superbad. teehee.)
farleigh looks borderline revolted in the background of this shot, which is so funny to me. superbad is, in my opinion, notoriously rude. the comedy is hollow, childish, homophobic, etc. even seth rogan admits that the movie is tone deaf and aged horribly. that's neither here nor there, though. all i'm saying is that i can't imagine farleigh would enjoy the movie as a queer person.
[0:35:19] elsbeth: is that right, he had to put his fingers down his mother's throat to make her sick? farleigh: yeah. felix: farleigh, that's private stuff! farleigh: well, you told us. felix: in confidence!
when elsbeth initially asks the question, she's looking directly at farleigh. yet, when felix confronts farleigh about discussing private matters, farleigh responds with "well, you told us." meaning the family, i assume. felix had no issue with elsbeth and pamela discussing oliver's home life until farleigh was very moderately involved. it's odd to me. and yes, felix is the one that told them. moral superiority, or something. having someone to blame, even when you enabled their gossiping in the first place.
[0:35:34] elsbeth: we should give him the most wonderful time! farleigh: good luck, he doesn't smile much. elsbeth: farleigh seems to think he's ghastly. why are you friends with him, darling?
really, you can tell that elsbeth likes farleigh. she respects his opinion to a certain extent. i also talked about the tutor scene in part 2, and how i consider the "style over substance" debate a metaphorical parallel to farleigh over oliver. here, farleigh once again points out the style of oliver's social interactions: he doesn't smile much. when you look at this from a social and... neurotypical perspective, lacking a smile during conversation can mean a lot of negative things. farleigh seems to have a dedicated focus on arbitrary social expectations, largely because he has to.
[0:35:33] farleigh: and here he is now! we were just talking about you. elsbeth: don't be silly! farleigh, you just make up the most awful things. of course we weren't!
once again, in traditional catton fashion, farleigh is scolded for saying doing something that contrasts the cattons saviorism. obviously oliver knew they were talking about them. i can't blame elsbeth for attempting to backtrack, but "farleigh, you just make up the most awful things" is a weirdly unnecessary throat punch. she's stepping on farleigh to appear taller, if you will. at 0:36:34, when elsbeth asks oliver to sit by her, farleigh looks so exceptionally irritated. he rolls his eyes, looks back towards his computer, and sighs dramatically. wonderful. he's so sick and tired.
[0:37:20] elsbeth: i've lost so many friends to addiction. so, so many dear, dear friends. it's the root of poor pamela's horrors too, i'm afraid. farleigh: and the only interesting thing about her. elsbeth: farleigh! no, she is rather dull, actually. but she's so beautiful. you have to admit, she's very beautiful.
elsbeth and her obsession with physical appearances. once again, style over substance. and her outrage at farleigh refusing to soften the blow on his statements, before following it with her own (albeit less crude) dig at pamela. style over substance. wouldn't it a little uncanny, a little scary, to be the only person of color in a household that places physical appearance on such a high pedestal? especially a household as ignorant as the cattons. that's just conjecture, though. oliver has the ability to manipulate a space for himself in the family without sacrificing any of the qualities he began with. he never really smiles more, throughout the summer. he never really loses his signature awkwardness, his imposing energy.
[0:40:05] elsbeth: you know we're delighted to have you for however long it is you mean to stay. farleigh: forever...? pamela: oh, no. i think i might have, erm, found somewhere. elsbeth: oh, well done, darling! james: oh, good!
right after james says "good," you can see farleigh turning to look at him. prompting james to drop the hatchet on pamela's prolonged stay at saltburn, i'm assumng. this is what's interesting to me, i think. again, farleigh lacks the drive to play the same game as oliver. farleigh doesn't want to nurture the charitable actions of the cattons. farleigh believes the other guests at saltburn take up the space that he would otherwise fill. just like at oxford, when felix is sitting with someone else, farleigh is discarded. when elsbeth invited oliver to sit next to her, farleigh looks annoyed. the cattons capacity for attention and kindness is depressingly small. farleigh isn't playing chess, he's trying to win by sheer survival of the fittest.
for the next few, brief scene of farleigh and oliver interacting, oliver repeatedly proves that he does his research. i can't get over it, to be honest. neither can farleigh; if looks could kill, oliver would've been dead within 10 minutes of arriving at saltburn. the methods farleigh and oliver uses to remain relevant in the catton catalogue are so wildly different. farleigh, who uses his personality and social skills to keep the cattons entertained and charmed by him. i'm sure he loves to gossip with elsbeth, wine and dines with venetia, and he clearly does everything in his power to stay glued to felix's side throughout the school year. this is someone who has never considered manipulating the cattons; he just wants to be one of them, and he wants it to be easy. can you blame him?
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Chastity Cages for White Boys
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The story of how wearing chastity cages became the norm for white boys starts with the events in the year 2030. In early 2030, a prominent intellectual named Anwuli Okoro penned an anonymous essay called “Physical Remedies to Systemic Racism.”
In this essay, Okoro argued that many of the historical inequities perpetuated against Black communities stemmed from a kind of sexual “lashing out” from white males. She argued that attempts to date to counter this had proven to have mixed results.
To progress further required a physical remedy: Widespread usage by white boys of chastity cages. In particular, Okoro argued that if this was adopted in the college years, it would have an instrumental effect on white girls, who would be forced to look for alternatives if they wanted to have sex. This would undoubtedly lead to more white girls dating Black men, inhibit white male aggression, and strike a critical blow against both white patriarchy and white supremacy.
From Essay to Hollywood A few influential Hollywood writers read Okoro’s essay and took it to heart. To bring these ideas to the mainstream, they created a sitcom, Apartment 34. The show’s premise was based on a white boy’s progressive mother gifting him a chastity cage for college based on the principles outlined in Okoro’s essay. The white boy is at first reluctant to wear the cage, but when his mother tells him that choosing to not wear it would mean no parental financial support, he agrees.
In the show, the white boy goes to college across the country, and the mother keeps the keys to the chastity cage to ensure the boy remains true to his commitment to wear it.
This setup ensures many moments of hilarity as the white boy navigates college with no possibility of sex, but the show also has a serious undertone. Over time the white boy starts to enjoy having his cock caged. By the end of the show, he actively prefers it and begins advocating for other white boys to try it. The show is careful to show the white boy as happy, and he ends up befriending a beautiful white girl who it is made clear is comfortable being with him only because his cock is caged. The chastity cage helps foster a healthy platonic relationship with the white girl, who eventually ends up dating a Black guy.
While controversial, the sitcom also became hugely popular. It wasn’t long before serious articles were written in mainstream publications like The Atlantic arguing that chastity cages for white males, especially in the college years, held significant promise.
Hollywood and Netflix then upped the media exposure by producing movies showing this as the new normal. In Jack Goes to College, all of the white boys in the freshman class at a liberal arts college pledge to use chastity cages everyday at least throughout their college years after a racial incident in a nearby town. Keys are sent to families or volunteer key holders out of town. The movie traces the positive effects of this pledge for everyone.
A Widespread Movement This media coverage led to a burgeoning movement, with thousands of white males voluntarily caging their small cocks.
By 2033, the practice was widespread, and at most colleges the majority of white boys used chastity cages. There were still a few holdouts, especially among conservatives. Finally, 2 years later, the DEI offices of Ivy League universities and prominent public universities began requiring that white male students wear chastity cages, in order to “foster an environment that promotes inclusivity, undermines white supremacy, and redresses sexual injustices of the past.”
Conservatives challenged these rules, but the Supreme Court ruled in favor of the universities, and not wanting to give up coveted spots at top universities the few remaining white boy holdouts complied. Less prestigious universities and colleges soon copied these rules.
By the end of the 2030s, between voluntary adherence and enforcement of the DEI rules, all white boys at colleges and universities across the country were wearing chastity cages every day. After graduating, most continued to wear the cages.
The effects proved Okoro’s essay to be correct. Relationships between white girls and Black men – already quite common – skyrocketed, racial tensions were eased, and the crumbling edifice of white patriarchy and white supremacy was dealt a crippling blow.
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Movie Night
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Pairing: Stepbrother!Patrick x Stepsister!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut. Blowjob, Choking, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Face Fucking, Humiliation, Names, (Cupcake, Slut, & Whore), Oral, (Patrick Receiving), Praise.
Word Count: 2,604
Summary: Your Dad and Stepmom go to a business trip, leaving you and you handsome Stepbrother, Patrick, alone.
A/N: First time writing for him! Hope you Enjoy!
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Your Dad and his Mom.
They got married about 4 months ago and you still didn't like her son.
Well, you did like him, but not as a stepsister should.
At first when your Dad bought another woman in, you were somewhat kind of excited. Your mother practically gave you up to your Dad the moment you were born, so not having a mother figure in your life took a huge turn.
You were even more ecstatic once she told you she had a son. You could have the big happy family you've always wanted, but when her son walked through the doors, you weren't prepared.
He. Was. Hot.
You've never thought someone could look so good before, only in the fanfictions you read, but he really came straight from a Wattpad story. His hair was always neat, he wore a suit, and his smile. God, his smile, but that's not the best part of it all. It's his voice.
You thought having him as a brother would be easy and y'all would just be alone, but that was far from it. At first when he walked in, he seemed like a gentleman, but once you got to know him, that was far from what he was. He was somewhat, rude. He never talked to you and one time he laughed when he tripped down the stairs.
He doesn't help clean around the house when you are both told too, he just sits around, looking handsome-I mean, mad and you don't know if it's because of you or your Dad, but you tried to give him time, but the time is up.
He still acted the same and when a guy tried hitting on you, after you told him no, he tried touching you inappropriately, guess what he did? NOTHING, Absolutely NOTHING! Your Dad had to beat up the guy.
You really never wrapped your head around why you never saw him anymore, but that's beside the point. Your 'brother' is supposed to protect you and love you, but he's doing the complete opposite.
You walked downstairs, ready for breakfast as your parents just called you two down. You were wearing a Hello Kitty, tank top and shorts. As you walked to the table you were greeted by Mom and Dad. "Good morning, guys." You smiled. Everyone said good morning, except Patrick.
Everyone began digging into their meal enjoying it. "So, me and your father have to go on a business trip, that means you two will be left alone for a week." You looked up at Patrick and saw his face still the same.
Thin straight line. You missed when he smiled a little. "So that means, no fighting, no leaving the house after 8, and be nice to each other." Patrick chuckled at the last statement.
You really thought he was gonna cause you hell, but little did you know, he was gonna do the opposite. You two agreed and continued to eat.
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You both waved goodbye on the porch as they drove away. They left the neighborhood and you both walked back in the house. "So, what do you wanna do?" Patrick looked at you and just went up. You sighed as you heard the door close and threw your head back.
Why does he hate you? You don't even talk to him that often. You went upstairs to your room and began writing on Tumblr. It might seem weird, but you are writing about Patrick.
Yeah, yeah, he's your step brother, but NOT blood.
Before you even knew it, it was 8:34. A knock on the door made you turn your phone over. You got up and opened it seeing Patrick. "Yeah?" Was he gonna talk to you? For the first time? "I'm bored, let's go watch a movie." His voice wasn't stern or soft, it was....normal?
You agreed to go downstairs. You sat far from him, only for him to sit, right next to you. He was so close, you could smell the intoxicating cologne coming from his body. "Oh shoot, can you go get the popcorn? I forgot it." He faked, acting surprised. You got up, without any thought and went to the kitchen.
Patrick, smiled at how obedient you were. He didn't have to force you, you just got up and did it with no questions. You came back shortly with a bowl of popcorn. "What movie are we watching?" You hoped it was the new Sing. You've heard your favorite actor, Scarlet Johnson, was gonna be in it.
"Terrifier 2." Your eyes widened, in horror. People have been saying how gory it was and scary. "The one with the clown?" You shakily replied. "Yep, Art The Clown." He smirked, taking popcorn from the bowl. You played it off as you weren't scared. You just wanted the couch to suck you in whole.
A scene came in where he chases a girl. She wore a pink dress, and it quickly turned into red as she ran away screaming. You thought if this was you and couldn't take your eyes off it. You wanted to leave the room and go cry to your Dad at how your mean step brother forced you to watch such a gruesome movie, but you could've left.
The clown brutally killed her which made you scared. You squeal out, dropping the popcorn everywhere. Patrick was smiling as he saw how scared you were. You quickly rushed to his side and gripped his muscular arm for protection. "Aw, look at my baby little stepsister." You teased me.
Fat tears came to your face as the screaming from the TV grew louder. "T-turn it off, p-please!" You begged, but it seemed Patrick was having fun with this. "I'll do it in one condition." You didn't care what the 'condition' was. You just wanted the movie off. "Okay, okay, turn it off!" You almost screamed.
Patrick grabbed the remote and turned it off. He looked down at your shaking form. He's gonna have fun with you.
He listened to your sniffling and cried as you calmed down. "Aw, is someone crying from a movie?" He tilted your head up, from his shoulder, looking at your teary eyes. He swept some hair from your face and looked at you. "You looked so beautiful like this." His voice changed, shocking you a little.
"W-what?" Are you hearing things? Your step brother just called you beautiful. Yeah, it could be in a complimentary way, but his tone sounded far from it. "You heard me. Now, this is what you're gonna do. You're gonna get down on these pretty knees, unbutton my pants, pull them off along with my boxers, nice and slow, then take my big cock in your mouth, does that sound good, cupcake?"
You didn't know if it's the fact he just basically told you to give him a blowjob, or that he called you 'cupcake', is what made you excited, but a little bit of guilt raised in you. He's your Dad's wife's son. Your family. "I-I can't." You tried getting up, but Patrick held you down.
"Why not? I know you want to, according to your fanfics." Your eyes widened and you looked down fast. He's seen your stories?! A huge blush came on your cheeks. You were embarrassed that he even saw that. "W-what are you talking a-about?" Maybe if you play dumb, he wouldn't know. "Don't try to act like you're clueless. You were writing before I came and got you to see this movie." How did he know that?
What's going on with him? The only person that would know what you were doing in your room with the door CLOSED is if you were in there or...watching you? "Cat caught your tongue?" You looked at him unsure of what to do. "Don't worry, I get it back for you." You don't know what he meant by that, until he leaned over and kissed you.
His lips were soft, and his hands caressed your face gently as if your glass, fearing you'd break. You don't know why you kissed back, but it felt so right. You snapped out of it and pushed him back. "We c-can't do this! M-my Dad h-he'll-." He put his index finger over your mouth, while making a 'Shh' noise.
"It's alright, Cupcake. Nobody has to know, as long as you can keep a secret. Can you keep a secret for me? Your dear stepbrother." Something inside you wanted to say yes, but every time you just thought about his Mom and your Dad. Maybe he was right. It would be one big secret if you didn't say anything.
You took a deep breath. "Okay, it's our secret." For once you actually saw him smile. His pearly whites showing on full display for you. "There we go, such a good girl." And he was praising you. This man is gonna kill you. You sunk down to your knees and reached your shaking hands to the belt of his suit.
You unbuckled the belt and dragged his pants along with his boxers. His size didn't surprise you, but scare you. You only had sex with your ex a couple of times and he wasn't as big as Patrick. You looked at him, waiting for his say. "Go on, get to work." You nervously wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it.
It was awkward and you looked in his eyes. Your mouth almost watered at the sight of pre-cum dripping out the tip. Curiously, you leaned over and took him in your mouth. The man above you groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. "Fuck, love the way your mouth feels." He sighed and scooted back a little, pulling your hair back, out your face.
The praises made you feel even more confident. You sat up and began, hungrily sucking bobbing your head up and down. Your hands reached down to his balls, played with them in your hands. Patrick was in heaven right now, getting the best head of his life. "Look at you, sucking your stepbrother's cock." You ignored his comments and pushed deeper.
You felt him hit your uvula, which made you gag. You tried coming back up for air, but Patrick held you there. His hips thrusted up making it hard to breathe. You could feel his balls slapping your throat as he let out curse words and grunting.
You tapped on his thigh rapidly, wanting to breathe air, but he only laughed. "You like choking on my cock? Huh?" You couldn't even respond, yet see. Your vision was blurry from tears and you started seeing little dots appear. He finally yanked you by your hair and let you breathe.
"Fuck, that was so good. You think so?" He was asking a question that you couldn't answer. Your mouth was wide open as you breath heavy and fast. He stuffed his fingers inside your mouth, making you gag even more. "You're gonna get on the couch and undress." He laughed your head back and picked you up, throwing you on the couch.
He stood up, looking down at you, waiting for you to do as asked. You looked at him to see any signs of joking, but he was serious. You stripped down to your panties and underwear, trying to cover yourself up. "All of it." He demanded. You closed your eyes and began taking your panties and unclipping your bra off. You opened your eyes and saw Patrick, stroking himself.
He spread your legs and got in between them. "A-are you gonna e-eat me out?" You looked at him nervously, as he laughed. "You want me too, like a needy whore?" Your mouth dropped open at shock. "Maybe next time, but for now..." Without warning he pushed into you. The stretch was unbearable, due to his size and girth. "Fuck, your so tight."
You felt tears in your eyes as he thrusted in and out of you slowly. "P-please, move." You tried pushing him back, but he was way stronger than you. "No, no, I'm not going anywhere." He grunted, trying to compose himself. Your pussy was gripping him tightly.
"When was the last time you've been fucked?" He saw many men come in and out your room before, but there's no way they fucked you if your this tight. "L-last month." You don't know why you confessed to that. "They must have small dicks then." He laughed out, before thrusted hard. One single slap echoing around the room as you cried in pain and pleasure.
"G-gentle!" Patrick's smirk didn't come off his face. He slowly brushed hair out of your face. "Darling, I don't make love, I fuck." With that being said, he lifted his hips before coming down fast. His hand gripped your wrists and pinned them down above your head as he pounded into you.
Your warmth, gripped his cock, tightly, it just felt so good. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, trying to quiet himself so he could hear you. Moans fell from your mouth as pleasure erupted through your body.
You could feel slight pain, but the pleasure took over. Your wet kissy noises could be heard every time he thrusted in. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer.
You couldn't take it no more, leaning up and kissing him with tongue. From the surprise he fell on top of you, not slowing his pace. Your hands wrapped around his body and left a few scratches. He buried his face in your neck, as he felt your nails raking his back. "You like being fucked by your stepbrother? Do you?"
You moaned out, ignoring the question and focusing on the pleasure. "Answer me when I'm talking to you!" His hand came around your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head. "I do!" He squeezed one last time before bringing his hand to your clit.
"You gonna cum for me?" You cover your mouth knowing when you came it was gonna be loud, but Patrick harshly grabbed your hand. "Let me hear you, let the neighbors hear you so they can call Mom and Dad." Every time he said something about being caught, it turned you on more.
"Oh, you like the thought of that? You dirty girl." He pitched your clit and leaned down and sucked on the sweet spot on your neck. You moaned out. "Imma cum!" Patrick ignored you and sped up, focusing on his release. His balls slapped against your ass. Everything was too much for you. "Be a good girl and cum for Daddy, Cupcake." That was the end.
Him calling himself daddy was so hot. Patrick groaned, feeling you cling into him while cumming. He pounded you at the speed of light, trying to cum, but nothing worked until you reached between your connected bodies and squeezed his balls.
That was all for him.
He let out one of the sexiest moans you've ever heard a man and came to you. You could feel as he shot his cum inside of you. He laid on top of you catching his breath before getting off you. He licked his pants off the floor and looked at you fucked out body, with a hickey on your neck.
"I'll see you tomorrow night for another movie, goodnight, Cupcake." He walked away back upstairs to his room.
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Tarot Project - N°34
That man is far too precious to comprehend. I was certainly not expecting to get a new fav out of that season, that's for sure. And so, he had to go on the tarot project.
Have O.B, just a little guy, as the Page of Cups!
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(feat Miss Minutes, who may or may not try to kill them all again 🤷🏻‍♂️)
Explanation under the cut, for the braves who can bare it!
The Page of Cups is a card all about creativity and intuition- as the Pages often are. The unexpected appearance of the fish, popping out of the cup he holds, signifies that creative inspiration often comes out of the blue and only when you are open to it. What, a Loki person appearing out of nowhere and complaining about time slipping? Wow! You guess time slipping is possible at the TVA. You just have to be ready to accept it.
Therefore, obviously, the fish became a Loki.
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(I mean. They can be an alligator. Why not a fish. They became a fish in the myths, after all. Careful with this one: it might stab you. With fish bones.)
Upright, the card suggests a new idea or opportunity has come to you out of the blue. New people, in your workshop! How long has it been? Even more, how long since the last time you left the damn place? Sure, you now have the great opportunity to try and fix an overloading loom, but also to ~make new friends~. How lucky! Your creative energy is flowing, and now the question is how you will express it. Will you snap up this new idea and turn it into something, or will you let someone else bring it to fruition? It is up to you!
The Page of Cups invites you to have an open and curious mind. Be open to anything – including a fish popping its head out of a cup (or a random guy sort of appearing in front of you to tell you that you're not just a failed writer named Doug, but a agent of a time police of some sort named O.B. Sure, makes perfect sens! There is no flaws in that logic). It is with a curious mind that you will discover new aspects of life and yourself. Be ready to dream the impossible dream, and explore the magic of your fullest potential, even if it seems out of reach, because yes, it was a science-fiction problem. The Page of Cups is asking you to embrace your inner child and believe that anything is possible. You can fix anything!!
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(but perhaps you should not fix murderous, rogue A.I clock, O.B. Come on. See, she's already looking at you weirdly.)
Reversed, the card may indicate that you tend to work alone. Perhaps you want it that way, feeling better where you can keep your ideas to yourself without having to justify them to other's judgemental stares; perhaps you just go with the flow and assume that's what you're meant to be. Don't let yourself be forgotten in an old basement for centuries: go out, try to reach out, to find other people who are safe to share your ideas with! Don't wait for a random analyst to take the wrong turn and show up for like, five seconds, every four centuries.
With the Page of Cups reversed, you may feel called to pursue a new creative project (hey, by the way, the temporal Loom is going Boom! You will fix it, right?), but you doubt whether you can really make it work. Your inner critic may be on over-drive, and you can feel ashamed to share your work with others. You shouldn't. That lovely Loom Model was perfect and Victor would never have judge you for that. And that little guy in the suit did look like a Mobius, or a Loki, depending on the perspective. Listen your intuition, and your creative mind: if the problem can be solve, then, you will.
If not, just ask your little glowing green fish to become a tree.
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And that's it for today! I really hope we'll see more of O.B in the MCU, later on. I would watch anything with that man in it, even the worst movies. In fact, let's put Ke Huy Quan in like- everything. That man is a sunshine and a very talented actor, fr.
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