#like I’m sorry it’s 1) my money and 2) how is it being wasted when y’all are happy to drink it til it’s done?

[feralsneeze]

Not sneeze just mental health rambling in the tags

[2knightt]

hiii I was wondering if u could do smth for the outsiders? Like Darry has a s/o who is the mother figure for the gang and often Johnny n pony call her ma / mom? I js thought it was sooo cute but if not it’s also okay dearrr

darry curtis x motherly!reader

!warnings!

1.fem!reader

2.swearing

3.probably ooc LMFAO

darry would literally love you. oh my god.

you’re caring???? you help take care of the gang??? you help ponyboy with homework???

you might as well rip his heart out of his chest cause it’s already yours!

the gang loves you, probably even more than darry does!

but to darry, that’s impossible.

you’re heaven sent to him. he truly believes you’re a miracle!

when he’s stressed out, you’re right there to help him destress!

giving him a massage, giving him tea, shit maybe even all of the above if you feel like it.

“jeez dare, stop overworking yourself so much! you’re gonna die some day because of it!”

“no i won’t, been doin’ it for so long i’ve gotten used to it.”

“thats even worse!!”

when you cook for him he will GOBBLE it up.

homie can taste the love you put in and he thinks it makes the food taste 100x better.

but even you have stressful days! but, expect darry to treat you like a princess!

he will not let you leave his bed, he is getting everything you want.

water? done. a book? already in your hand. a fucking car? he’s wasting all his money for you!

he will follow you to hell if you ask him nicely.

he just loves you so much.

when he somehow get’s hurt in rumbles he’s so glad you’re there to patch him up.

but he isn’t glad that he gets an earful from you.

“you know i hate these things. why do you out of all people go darry? you’re better than this.”

he just grumbles because he doesn’t even want to answer anything with a black eye that’s slowly forming on his right eye.

the gang is so thankful that you can patch them up too. they sometimes fight over who you’re gonna help next.

“i’m goin’ after darry!”

“SODA! YOU’VE GONE SECOND FOR LIKE 3 TIMES IN A ROW. IT’S MY TURN!!”

“PISS OFF TWO-BIT.”

“actually it’s my turn.”

“shut the hell up steve.”

“AYE!”

ponyboy’s just happy he has a mother figure in his life again. his mom was definitely his favourite parent, so now that he has someone to replicate that, he’s on the moon.

he only calls you mom or ma in private, he’s too embarrassed to say it with others in the room.

BUT, he definitely lets the mom calling slip accidentally infront of the gang.

“mom, do you need help with the dishes?”

“MOM?!”

“WHAT?!?”

pony just looks down in embarrassment until you chuckle and agree to him helping you. then he’s all smiles and sunshine!

darry is so happy to see this you don’t get it.

darry asks for advice from you to get to know ponyboy better since he rambles on and on about whatever he’s most interested in at the time.

“so uh, about ponyboy…”

“oh! he really likes ‘gone with the wind’, i know you don’t have much time to read so, i can just tell you the important stuff!”

he just nods and stares at you as you talk about the characters, the main plot, and the small details ponyboy’s obsessed with.

he’s taking mental notes and thanking you heavily when you’re finished talking!

“thank you, y/n. really. i appreciate all you do for me.”

“awe! of course, babe. anything for you.”

he’s giggling and blushing at the last sentence

he’s so thankful that you’re there to talk some sense into the gang.

sometimes he sits on the sidelines and just watches.

“DALLAS WINSTON. WHAT ON GODS GREEN EARTH WERE YOU THINKING PULLING SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!”

“I’M SORRY! JESUS.”

dallas just throws his hands in the air in defeat, knowing that no matter how much he apologizes you’ll continue to scold him.

but he listens, he doesn’t do whatever he did for awhile.

darry just chuckles at the sight.

his mom used to scold dallas like that, so seeing you do the same brought back good memories for him.

being around you just reminds him of the ‘good old days’ so when he’s around you his mood immediately lifts.

like he could be yelling at ponyboy to raise his grades and you could walk in and darry would go “AND STUDY MO- oh hey babyyy!!☺️☺️”

everyone’s eternally grateful for you.

ESPECIALLY JOHNNY GOOD LORD.

he goes to you for literally everything.

something bad happened to him?? he’s at your front door! something good happened to him??? he’s right beside you telling you about it!

yeah, he calls you mom too.

he doesn’t mean to though! he just looks up to you so much, he’s always seen you has a mother figure but he never thought he’d actually call you mom!

“hey ma, does my hair look tuff!?”

“huh?”

he’s FROZEN in place. he’s so embarrassed, he’s literally overheating.

you just giggle to yourself and say his hair does infact, look extremely tuff.

he walks away smiling with a little hop when he walks.

the gang fights over your attention with darry.

they ain’t got a good life at home, but if you give them the motherly love they’ve been missing? they will kill someone for you.

darry loves and hates this.

he loves that you and the gang get along. he can’t be with someone the gang doesn’t like, but he hates that they like you so much they talk to you 24/7.

he sometimes just snatches you while you’re talking to someone in the curtis house.

like you could be talking to sodapop and he’ll come behind you and grab you by the waist and carry you into his room.

all that while soda chases him down, yelling nonsense.

“DARRY! I WAS TALKING TO HER.”

“that’s crazy…”

overall, darry would definitely look for a mother-like lover.

he needs it fr🙏

author notes;

1.EVERYONE SHUT UP THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST I CANT

2.when i read dear i lowkey giggled and kicked my feet

3.should i make a taglist??!!???? would literally anyone like to be tagged in my outsiders fics?!!!????

4.i really hope i did this justice LMFAO

5.btw if you’ve DMed me im not ignoring you, im working up the courage to talk to you. im a very nervous person😭😭

may 11th, 2023. 10:18PM.

[velvetstreets]

SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY: PT 4 - Fool For You

A/N: ITS BEEN A YEAR SINCE I POSTED PART 3 💀 I’m sorry y’all 😭🫶, made this EXTRA long to make up for my hiatus. These mfs finally start cooking with some gas in this chapter! Enjoy 💗

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing, oral sex (m!receiving and f!receiving), two kids in love, tooth rotting fluff.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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“Hi.” You mewled out from the comfort of your own bed, in an oversized Egyptian blue hoodie. It had years-old worth of stained flecks of white paint from when you helped paint your bestie’s apartment; the collar of the sleeves were beginning to fray, and as well as had an eyeliner stain in the inner left sleeve after getting ready for a girls night, but you loved it - imperfections and all.

“Hey.” He grinned from the bright phone screen.

“God you look so freakin’ cute, how the hell you do that?” Jack said, wasting no time to shower you in compliments.

You rolled you eyes playfully and rolled onto your side.

“Shut up, I look fuckin crazy right now.” You laughed. You worked a long shift last night, a Saturday, raking in bags of cash which you were happy about, but you were exhausted when you finally came home. Jack had waited for you in the parking lot as he often did, always with food as he knew you’d be starving. Last night you asked him to get you Popeyes Chicken, and boy did he deliver. He tried to pretend that he was offended you didn’t want his staple meal from KFC, but he couldn’t care. He’d get you anything you asked for, from food to diamond jewelry to a house even; he’d spend it all on you if you asked. You squealed in excitement when you met him in the parking lot, you were starving and his act of service meant a lot to you, even tho it was just chicken.

You had noticed that Jack did that a lot. Helped out in any way he could in order to lessen the load you had on your plate, which you deeply appreciated. Nobody had ever gotten your love language correct, always assuming physical touch was all you liked because of your job. It scared you a lot to know that Jack knew you well enough to pick up your patterns and ways of thinking and how you were feeling. Yet at the same time, it was such a relief - emotionally, to have someone notice you in the way you had dreamt about being noticed.

“-Yeah, fuckin crazy gorgeous,” Jack cheesed, not letting up.

You exhaled a tuft of air in response with a small smile, accepting defeat and hoping to move on.

“What’s up, Harlow?” You asked as you got out of bed to go to your kitchen to look for something to drink.

“You have a break from school coming up soon right?” He hummed.

“Mmhmm. Spring break, a whole week.” You confirmed, rummaging for a cold water bottle.

“Good. I wanna take you somewhere. The whole week.” Jack said.

“Oh? Where are you taking me?” You whipped your head back to the screen, amused with his plans.

“You’ll find out when we’re there. Just pack for warm weather… maybe a beach or two.” Jack slyly grinned, not wanting to give away too much.

“Jack… you’d tell me if you were gonna murder me, right?” You hummed questioningly, sticking your head in the fridge.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Out of the two of us, you’re more likely to murder me.”

“You sure you wanna take that stance as a white man?” You joked.

“Yes, especially after I almost got myself tased when you asked me to get your lipgloss out of your purse two weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah,” you laughed. “Close call.”

Jack shook his head in disbelief and chuckled.

“A whole week? You’re gonna get sick of me.” You continued.

“Never.”

“Well then I’m gonna get sick of you!” You laughed.

“You won’t! Just trust me.” Jack grinned warmly at you.

You stared at him for a moment, heart beating rapidly against your chest before answering.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You exhaled, unable to hide the creeping smile on your face.

Jack rolled onto his back in his bed, phone still at his side while whispering a little ‘yes!’ to himself before bringing the phone back to his face.

“Okay. I’ll come pick you up Friday at 5.”

“This better be good, I need to come back relaxed before finals.”

“You’re gonna have the time of your life, I promise.” He said, reaching out his pinky finger to the screen.

“Okay.” You smiled, putting your own pinky to the screen, the both of you tapping the screen as if you were curling your fingers around eachother to solidify his promise.

——

Jack fussed with his hair before ringing your doorbell, heart almost beating out of his chest, he was excited, but slightly nervous at the thought that you might’ve bailed on him. It wasn’t a huge doubt of his, but he was always a little worried that he would scare you off too quickly.

He looked around the hallway of your apartment building. Every door looked the same, but he couldn’t help but imagine what your place looked like. He had seen bits and pieces of it through FaceTimes, but never seen it all in person. What color was your couch? Do you like your apartment at a cooler temperature? Did you have empty water bottle crowding your nightstand like he did? Did you have pictures of your friends, your family? He was eager to break through your walls (metaphorically) and learn more about you.

He was brought out of his thoughts as the door opened and you appeared. There you were, standing in a matching forest green lounge set, with matching green Fenty Puma slides and barefaced. It felt like all the air was punched out of Jack, you were so adorable, he wanted to litter your face in kisses and smush your cheeks together, but he kept those feelings at bay, settling for a warm hug and a kiss to your hairline.

“You look beautiful, as always.” He hummed into your hair. He felt you smile against his chest, before murmuring a ‘thank you’.

You let him into your apartment and Jack took his time inspecting his surroundings.

“I just need to get a few more things, and then we can go.” You told him, and he nodded.

Jack walked around your living room, looking at your abstract bookshelf, his fingers swiping along the spines of the books, trying to remember as many titles so he could order them later and read them himself. You had a few plants, one on said bookshelf, one on the giant window by the couch (which he now saw was green), and one that sat on top of your fridge. He moved toward the fridge, inspecting your magnets and the few photo booth pictures of you and a few friends, from ‘Summer’s 27th Bash!’ and ‘Jordan and Celeste’s Wedding’, amongst a few other pictures. One of them being a bit older and faded, a woman who looked like you; holding a little girl, the two of them sticking their tongues out for the photo. He couldn’t help but smile at that one.

“Ready?” You asked, bringing Jack out of his thoughts. He turned around and nodded, heading for the door. Jack took your bags and the two of you got into the elevator and went down to the car Jack had waiting. He handed your bags to the driver before opening the door and pressing a warm hand to the small of your back, helping you get in, before he scooted in next to you.

“So you’re still not gonna let me in on where we’re going?” You asked as you rested your head on his shoulder, yawning softly.

“Just wait and see, I promise it’s worth the wait.” Jack murmured as he kissed your hairline again, his hand reaching for yours and intertwining them.

“Hmpf. Fine, be that way.” You childishly pouted. Jack couldn’t help but laugh at your stubbornness as he rested his head atop of yours.

“I thought you said you trusted me?” He humorously quipped.

“I do. I’m just nosy.” You said, eyes now shut as you adjusted and got comfy in Jack’s arms.

Jack chuckled, shaking his head as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand.

——

After a three hour flight on the jet Jack had rented, you were finally at your destination.

“Turks and Caicos?? You brought me to Turks and Caicos??” You squealed as you looked out at the ocean from the luxurious villa Jack had rented out for the week.

“I thought you deserved a real vacation, one where you’re pampered and truly relaxed, not just at home before your schedule starts up again.” He explained, his eyes gleaming with adoration for you as you fawned over your new surroundings.

You turned around, finally looking at him. You were starting to tear up, your lips in a pouty frown that fought to keep the overwhelming emotions down.

“Thank you for this, Jack. Seriously.” You hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.” You quietly said, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“Well I’m glad to be the first, and only.” Jack said. ‘And hopefully the last’ he thought, pulling away slightly only to encompass your face in his hands, thumbing away the stray tears, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“You more than deserve it.” He said as he pecked your lips a couple more times.

“Cmon, let’s go get settled and then order room service. Sound good?”

“Mmhm.” You hummed contently, a small grin peeking out.

——

You let out a deep sigh as you let the hot water soak your hair and run down your body. You were gonna sleep next to him tonight. For the first time. You felt ready, less anxious then when you first started contemplating it, but still nervous nonetheless. It had been a while since you were vulnerable with a man like this; certain experiences having made you avoidant and guarded when it came to the men you slept with.

But you felt a sense of comfort when it came to Jack, unlike anything you’d felt before. It was new. Different. It scared you but it also excited you. So for once, you were willing to give into it, at your own pace of course.

After exfoliating your body and taking care of your hair, you got out of the shower, feeling revitalized from your flight.

You wrapped a giant fluffy white towel around you and applied your lotion and finished with your skin routine.

You stepped out of the luxurious bathroom, letting steam air out as you stepped back into the master bedroom.

“Hey.” Jack grinned at your presence.

“Hey.” You smiled back at him.

“Good shower?”

“The best.” You sighed happily.

“Here-“ Jack got up from the couch in the room, disappearing into the closet for a moment before walking back out with a fluffy robe.

“- figured you’d enjoy this.” He held out the robe for you to put your arms.

“Oh my godddd, it’s so warm!” You whispered delightfully, tying the knot before turning around in Jack’s arms so your face was buried in his chest.

“Yeah, they have a lil towel warmer, stuck it in there while you showered.” He chuckled, his hands rubbing up and down your robed back.

“Mmmmm. So niceee.” You hummed.

“Good, I’m glad. Now get in bed and choose something to watch while I go shower. I ordered us cheeseburgers with a few sides, s’that okay? Otherwise I can fix you something else.” Jack suggested.

“No, that’s perfect, thanks.” You said, the small grin you were sporting, never leaving your face.

“Okay. Be back in a few.” He smiled, kissing your hair before heading to the bathroom.

You got situated in bed, the tray of food on the side table, and the remotes laid out for you.

Who the hell was this man? You’d never felt so pampered before, men were usually selfish and greedy, but Jack was the opposite with you. All he wanted was to give, financially, sexually, emotionally. It seemed fake, but he never changed within the months you’d been hooking up.

Jack really just wanted to support you in any and every way, but was understanding and wanted you to set the pace, for you to decide how fast or slow you went. He knew you were sus of him and men in general, what their motives were, and he couldn’t blame you for that. He knew how men could be; disgusting, manipulative, selfish. But ultimately, he just wants to take care of you. Be a man you could be proud of, feel safe with, feel loved by. He didn’t care how long it took, he’d stick around for as long as you wanted him to.

You giggled childishly as you hugged the warm robe around you. You put on That’s So Raven, feeling nostalgic of simpler times.

Jack emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his hips, his curls a dark brown now as they’d been soaked from the water, beads of water slowly trailing down his chest, with his happy trail peeking out.

“Ooooh, That’s So Raven- good choice.” He complimented, eyes on the screen. You couldn’t say the same about your own, glued to his long torso, his abs flexing with every breath.

“Yeah, reminds me of good times.” You remarked.

“I’m sure it does.” Jack said with a playful tone, catching you staring at him.

Your cheeks heated up a bit from being caught, as Jack made his way to the closet.

“No peeking!” He playfully exclaimed, dramatic as ever, eyeing you before going into the closet, making you laugh.

Jack couldn’t help but smile to himself while he got into his robe, he loved hearing your laugh. He loved it even more when he was the one making you laugh.

He opened the door and ran to the bed, jumping into it like a child which made the the both of you giggle.

The two of you ate and watched shows for the rest of the night, switching on and off between eachother about who got to choose what to watch. Eventually you both changed into your pajamas, a big t shirt and panties for you; and some basketball shorts and classic white tank for Jack.

Jack noticed you start to get sleepy after a while. You had cuddled into eachother, his arm over your shoulders, leaning you into his chest. He felt your breathing start to slow and get deeper, and your eyes fluttered open and closed. When you finally gave up on trying to keep them open, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before sliding out the bed. He grabbed a few pillows and an extra blanket that was lying around before he grabbed the tv remote.

Just as he was about to turn the tv off, he was startled by your voice.

“Where are you going?” You quietly murmured, eyes squinting from your tiredness and the tv.

Jack muted the tv before turning his attention to you.

“Was gonna go sleep on the couch.”

“Why?” You questioned.

God you were adorable when you were sleepy. Jack wanted nothing but to kiss you silly.

“ I didn’t think you’d want to sleep next to me? Or- I mean, I just figured you’d want your space.” He tried to explain. He didn’t want you to feel obligated to sleep next to him just because he brought you out here; he figured your usual routine was in place still.

“ I-I did, but not anymore.”

“No?” Jack couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“No.” You meweled. “Will you please come back to bed? Please.” You whispered, anxiously tugging at a string from the hem of your shirt.

Jack practically skidded across the room in a cartoonish fashion, like the Roadrunner; to get into the other side of the bed, making you giggle.

“Too eager?” He joked.

You shook your head with a smirk creeping at your lips.

“Oh, not enough??” Jack questioned before you got a chance to answer, and he got up and ran back to where he stood originally before running and jumping onto the bed like a spider monkey.

A loud laugh bubbled from your chest, making you throw yourself back into the fluffy pillows, causing Jack to smile.

“Perfect amount.” You smiled back at him, curling your body into his chest, letting out a soft sigh.

Jack pressed a kiss to your forehead, picked up the remote and turned the tv off, letting the room fill with comfortable silence. The distant sounds of the waves washing providing a soothing white noise for the two of you to drift off to sleep.

——

You woke up earlier than expected, 5:27 to be exact. The sun slightly filtering through the curtains, the waves still present in the background, with a few birds chirping every so often.

Jacks grip was the first thing you noticed. Tight and solid around your waist as he held you against his chest. You looked up at him, admiring his soft face. Long eyelashes fluttered as he dreamt, freckles adorning his cheeks and his mouth in a slight open pout, his breathing deep. His curls slightly tousled from sleep, but their form framed his face beautifully. You couldn’t help but lovingly smile as you brushed a curl from his forehead, placing a small kiss.

Jack let out a small grunt, and you looked at him, hoping you didn’t disturb his sleep. That was until you realized you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh, giving you an idea.

Jack eased his grip on you as you shuffled around, fully resting his back against the sheets, before you straddled his hips. You dipped your head down, pressing wet kisses under his ear and along his jaw.

He started to stir as you left hickeys along his neck and chest; red marks that would soon enough turn purple across his pale skin.

“Good morning, handsome.” You hummed.

“Mmmm, ‘mornin angel.” Jack grunted in his raspy morning voice. It was something you’d get to hear once in a while, usually when Jack was in another city working; he liked to call you early before starting his day. But now you got to hear it personally, in the flesh, centimeters away from you, and my god did it get you wet.

You continued to kiss down his torso, gliding your nails across the skin, making him shiver in delight.

You cupped his clothed cock, making his breath hitch.

“Can I-“

“Please, yes.” He breathed out.

You grinned as you pulled down his shorts, Jack kicking them off completely with his foot.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his perfect cock. The tip a gorgeous shade of pink, close to matching his lips, precum already leaking from the slit as his cock twitched in anticipation.

“Fuck, so pretty Jack, so so pretty…” you whined before taking him in your mouth.

“God, I’ve missed this. Missed your hot little mouth sweetheart. It’s only been a few days but it’s been too long without you,” Jack babbled, focusing on not thrusting his entire dick down your throat, keeping the respectfulness at bay.

You groaned as you continued to bob your head up and down, your core clenching as he continued to praise you. Jack shivered at this, hands reaching into your hair.

“Your little throat takes me so well, doesn’t she pretty girl? Takes Daddy so well,” His voice now more gruff as he chased his orgasm, hips lifting off the bed a little.

You coughed as his tip hit the back of your throat, making you eyes water, taking your mouth off of him.

“Fuck, m’sorry-“ Jack quickly apologized.

“No, no, I liked it.” You grinned at him as he swiped a fallen tear with his thumb. You kissed his thumb before going back to his wet cock, kissing up and down his length before you took him in your mouth again. You twirled your tongue around him and suckled at his tip, saliva and precum drooling from your lips down his cock and into his trimmed pelvis, matting the hair together.

Jacks grip tightend in your hair as his moans got louder.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so good to me. So good to me with that precious filthy mouth, angel.”

You relaxed your throat, nuzzling forward into his pelvic bone, tapping his hip to signal he could have his way with you before playing with his balls.

“Fuck yes, just like that, breathe through your nose baby, breathe with me, yeah- just like that- fuck.” Jack grunted as he fucked your throat.

The obscenely wet sounds that echoed the room as his tip continued to hit the back of your throat, combined with the precious whimpers that fell from you was enough for Jack to burst.

He came an ungodly amount down your throat, so much that you tried to swallow it all, but it just kept coming. You took your mouth off of him, spurts of cum still leaking from him, splattering across your chest and your chin before he finally finished.

Jack shuddered from the intense euphoria and the lack of covers, dick still twitching. You climbed back up and laid on him, hands clutching at his shoulders from underneath, your warmth helping him calm his breathing before he wrapped his arms around you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,“ Jack breathed out heavily, eyes still shut and his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to calm his breathing.

You giggled as you pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw before laying your head back on his chest.

“Think you sucked part of my soul out.” He laughed and you grinned into his skin.

You started to get off him but before you could shuffle back to your side, Jack flipped the two of you over.

“Jack, you don’t have to-“

“I don’t have to do anything, I want to though.” He hummed as he started trailing kisses along your jaw and down your clothed torso.

“Lemme take care of you, remember?” And you nodded and let out a soft sigh as you felt your shirt being pushed up your thighs ever so lightly.

He settled between your legs, lifting your calves over his shoulders as he got a better view of your pussy. You felt Jack’s breathing against your lower tummy, right on the cusp of your mound, making your shiver.

He chuckled before pressing a soft kiss to your panty-clad pussy.

“Missed you.” He whispered as he traced the skin with his nose, taking in the scent that was you.

“Missed your smell,” he continued, his teeth biting the fabric of your baby pink thong, slowly dragging it down and off your legs.

Jack saw how incredibly wet you were, and it drove him mad. He spread your lips, your arousal glistening in the light, clit begging to be touched. He let out a soft tuft of air in awe of the beauty before him. Every soft curve, scar, freckle, dimple splayed across your skin were the most beautiful brush strokes of the painting that was you. Every whine, moan, giggle that fell from your mouth were perfect melodies to him.

You whined at his breath on your clit, silently begging him to make a move.

“P-Please baby, do something.” You pleaded.

“I got you mama, I got you,” Jack promised before leaning into you and licking a fat strip along your entrance.

“Oh fuck-“ you cried out, your hands burying themselves into his hair.

Jack had eaten you out before, but there was something different about this time. He had a type of insatiable hunger, you could feel it in his aura; and in the way he devoured your pussy.

Your hips jerked forward as Jack pressed his nose against your clit, a delicious sound to your ears as he continued to lap at you. You were paralyzed, in the best way- unable to do anything but let out cries and moans of euphoria.

“J-Jack,” you cried.

“You taste so fuckin good, you know that? Fuckin’ delectable,” Jack rambled. His pupils were blown out, his gaze never leaving yours as his thumb rubbed circles into your clit.”

“Jack, I-I can’t, I need to cum, please let me cum,” you begged.

“You wanna cum, hm? Wanna cum for Daddy?” Jack smirked as he kept his rhythm, filling you with two of his fingers.

You let out a gasp, teetering on the edge of bliss; and Jack was fully in control. Your orgasm was legitimately in his hands, and you loved it.

The pads of his fingers reached to tap that perfect spot in you, and all it took was for Jack to mouth and nip at your nipple, and you finally succumbed to him.

You bit into his shoulder as you cried out his name, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes as you raked your nails down his back.

“Good girl, my girl is such a good girl huh? So pretty when you cum for me.” Jack cooed in your ear, fingers still pressed up against your walls, his thumb continued to relentlessly rub your clit.

You let out a deep sob at the overstimulation, finally clawing at his shoulder to end his delicious torture.

Jack pulled his fingers out from you and sucked your release off of them, humming in delight. He then turned back to you and laid his full weight on you, kissing your cheeks repeatedly and whispering endless praise.

“You did so well baby. My sweet girl,” he babbled as he held you close to his chest.

Your mind was on fire, unable to string together a single sentence. You weren’t super responsive except for a few sighs and groans; but Jack understood. He laid there with you, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and cheek, petting your hair as he hummed a soft tune; waiting for you to come back to him.

You let out a giggle when he kissed the crook of your neck, making Jack pull his face out from you, his soft eyes searching for your warm ones.

“Hi.”

“Hey. You okay?” A small smile on his face as he rubbed his thumb along your collarbone.

“Yeah. I’m good. Really good.” You smiled back at him.

“Good.” He kissed your swollen pouty lips.

“Breakfast?” Jack questioned as he got out of bed, finding his shorts and pulling them back up.

“Didn’t you just eat?” You quipped, eyebrows raised teasingly.

“I’m still starving, but I figured I’d let my favorite meal cool off a bit.” He bantered with a smile.

“Breakfast sounds great.” You answered, still cozily wrapped up in the white sheets.

Jack took out his phone and snapped a pic of you in the bed.

“Hey!” You exclaimed.

“Hey!” Jack said, copying you.

You laid there with a pout before he leaned over and kissed you.

“Y’look too cute, I had too.” He said grinning as he leaned back up.

“Breakfast in 10, out on the veranda?” He asked walking towards the door of the bedroom.

“Veranda? I didn’t think you knew that word.” You joked.

“Hey, I read!” Jack huffed as he went to pull at your ankles, dragging you closer to the bed as you let out a squeal.

“You don’t know what my vocabulary looks like,”

“Don’t act like I didn’t see The BFG on your nightstand at your place last week.” You smiled.

“Don’t trash The BFG! It’s one of our greatest pieces of literature.”

“Can’t argue with that.” You hummed, your loving gaze matching his.

Jack smiled before pressing a kiss to your cheek and getting up to go order food.

——

Your feet padded against the cold tiles, walking up to the veranda where Jack was sat; food and colorful juices spread out across the table.

Jack grinned at you as you approached the table, still wrapped up in your bed sheets, looking like a baby deer who just woke up.

The two of you ate and talked about nothing and everything. Jack pulled you into his lap after a while, the two of you picking at fruit and watching the waves slowly sway in and the sun rising, warming the two of you.

That’s how the rest of the week went. Nothing but stolen kisses, soft moments of intimacy shared through cuddles, giggles and quality time (and a lot of fucking). You and Jack had made a pact to go skinny dipping every night, and every night one of you started to back out, only for the other to grab ahold and drag the two of you into the water. Jack would always try and tickle you while you swam, which you hated (loved), causing you to wraps your arms around his broad shoulders to stay afloat. He’d circle his arms around your waist, digging his face into the crook of your neck, taking in the intimacy of the moment every night, loving the connection that grew stronger between you two. During the day you’d build sandcastles together, sit in the sun (much to Jack’s dismay as he would get burnt if he sat outside too long; but he stuck it out so he could shamelessly ogle your glistening body in the tiny bikini you wore), nap together, play stupid drinking games among other things. Jack often snuck pictures of you; some of your reading, sleeping, random candids of you that he loved. One of his favorites was of you laying on your tummy at the beach, your skeleton spinal tattoo on display as you tanned your back, Jack’s hat partly covering your face as you napped. Of course he had others that were more… ‘cum splattered’ that he loved, but he loved this one particularly because of how relaxed you were. You trusted him, and he saw that.

You told him more about how school was going, and how you were soon ready to leave the nightlife and fully focus on your pediatric residency. Jack couldn’t help the warm smile from spreading on his face as he listened to you talk about working with kids. The unwavering light in your eyes as you told him about how the kids you encountered were silly and bright and curious, and how you loved to see them laugh as you used tactics to help get them through their checkups. He was in love with you, deeply so. He just didn’t know how to tell you yet; or if he should tell you. He needed a sign to show him you weren’t going to run from him. Little did he know, your feelings were more similar to his than he thought.

You couldn’t help but feel a childish joy with him, it was freeing. He made you feel free. So you made a decision, and you were gonna tell him about it tonight, the last night of your stay.

——

Jack told you he had made reservations at a restaurant in the area, and to be ready at 7. Though you slept in the same room and shared the villa, he wanted it to feel like a real date; one where he would pick you up at the front door with flowers, anticipation having been built leading up the date. So he got ready in a different room, and slipped out an hour before, leaving the place to you.

You dressed in a black silk knee length dress that perfectly accentuated your figure, the diamond tennis bracelet Jack had gifted you a while ago, and some black leather strappy heels. Your skin glowed against the materials, smooth and inviting. You took one final look before you heard knocking from the front door. You went to open it, and there stood Jack looking as handsome as ever. He wore a white button down, paired with a black blazer and his watch, along with the subtle diamond KY chain. His beard had been lined up, nails trimmed and glossed, and he smelled fucking amazing.

“Hi, beautiful.” His deep voice enveloping you in a euphoric hug, you swore you could feel your heartbeat in your clit.

Jack felt the same, unbeknownst to you. His eyes devoured you from head to toe, he almost didn’t want to blink, afraid he’d miss a single angle of you. He willed his dick to not get hard as his eyes roamed the plushness of your skin, the way your chest heaved as your own eyes studied him.

“These are for you.” He stretched his hand out as you accepted the bouquet of white lilies. You grinned and thanked him, and before you could even ask where to put them, you noticed there was a vase full with water on the table by the door. You grinned, biting your lip before letting a laugh out, as Jack had already anticipated your move.

He laughed along with you as you put them in the vase.

“Ready?” He grinned, offering his arm for you to take.

“As ever.” You beamed up at him, gently pulling a curl and watching it bounce back.

You arrived at the restaurant, and were in complete awe of the view. It overlooked the beach at a distance, the colorful flora and fauna leading from the mainland and slowly dispersed as it neared the water.

“Jack, this is so beautiful.”

“I know.” You turned to look at him, but he was already looking at you; a soft look on his face as he admired you.

He guided you to your table, pulling out your chair for you and kissing your cheek before he sat down in his own chair. You ordered drinks, and as the waiter left to fetch them and give you time to look over the menu, Jack intertwined your hands and rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

He hummed as he flipped through the menu. The both of you sneaking glances at eachother, giggling like teenagers. You got your drinks and ordered food, sipping at your chilled wine as you embraced the last bit of warmth as the sun began to set. You ate your meals, continuing to share laughs and stories, it was like you’d known eachother for years. The waiter cleared your plates and you ordered a slice of chocolate cake to share.

“I kinda wanted to talk to you about something,” Jack started off. “Hold on,” he stood up and draped his blazer over you, having noticed you started to shiver as the wind took up slightly.

“Me too actually,” you told him as he returned to his seat.

“Oh?” He inquired, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, but you go first.” You told him.

“Oh- um, yeah okay,” he fidgeted with his PG ring, nerves taking over.

You took his hands in yours, giving them a small squeeze as you gave him a gentle encouraging smile.

That made his nerves disappear. Just a look at your face, the sound of your voice, the smell of your hair, the gentle touch of your palm, it made him calm. You made him calm. Fearless. Like he could do any and everything as long as you were next to him.

“This week has been one of the best weeks of my life. These past few months have been the best months of my life,” he started. Your heart began to swell as you anticipated what he was going to say.

“And I don’t wanna ruin it by saying something too… big, but I know it’ll eat me alive if I don’t tell you how I feel, Cin.” He exhaled, clutching your hands a little tighter.

“Wait-“ you interrupted him.

Jack’s heart stopped. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He knew he shouldn’t have even tried to bring it up, he should’ve swallowed feelings.

“Y/N.” You told him.

“What?” Jack questioned, confused by what you meant.

“Y/N. That’s my name- my real name. Y/N.” You peered up at him from your lap.

His heart started beating again, rapidly so, but in an anxious way, no - this time he felt ecstatic. He felt the electricity run through his veins, he felt fucking giddy. He felt like he was floating, he could’ve sworn you could see the warm ball of light radiating from his chest.

“Y/N,” he smiled, feeling the way your name felt in his mouth. He loved it. “Y/N.” He repeated, as you smiled back at him. He had asked for a sign, and fuck if it wasn’t the most perfect one.

“I want something with you, Y/N. Whatever you want, whatever you’re willing to give me, you can decide- but I know that I want this, I want you. I- I love you.” He exhaled.

“A-And don’t feel pressured to say it, I just wanted you to know-“ Jack babbled before you cut him off.

“I love you too, Jack. I love you.” You told him, eyes welling up with tears that threatened to fall.

“Yeah? For real?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, forreal forreal,” you chuckled, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Think I’ve known for a while now. I was scared of how I felt, all the feelings were so… big.” You continued. “But I know that I love you. You make me feel light, and safe, and free. And I haven’t felt that in a really long time.” You laughed, a tear finally falling.

Jack smiled and stood up, walking up next to you and leaned down, bringing you into a loving kiss, wiping the stray tear away.

“So you’re mine?”

“I’m yours.” You replied.

“Fuck yes.” He whispered, pulling you up and bringing you into another passionate kiss. He twirled you around, making you giggle before he brought you into a hug.

“I love you, so so much Y/N.” He took your face in his hands.

“I love you too Jack. So much.” You voice hitched as he kissed you again.

-

Jack had never hated keys as much as he had in this very moment.

He was struggling to get it into the lock, as he was heavily distracted by you tugging at his earlobe with your teeth, your legs tightening around his waist as your hips rutted against him.

He was painfully hard, his cock begging to be released from the constraints of his dress pants. He almost wanted to throw all caution to the wind and fuck you in the doorway, he was so desperate to be close to you in this moment, but you deserved a proper bed and the right setting for your declaration of love.

He finally got the door open, dramatically huffing and you giggled in his ear, your hand finding solace in his hair, raking your nails against his scalp which made Jack moan into your mouth.

He kicked the door closed behind him, stumbling into your shared room, gently laying you down onto the bed. He stood back up, the two of you panting hard, eyes never leaving eachother. The tension, although thick, dissipated from pure raw lust, to a comforting, softer, loving need.

It was silent, but both of your smiles made the room loud. The wine you had warmed your cheeks up, and you couldn’t contain your childish giggles, which made Jack chuckle himself. He thought you looked so unbelievably adorable, his blazer too many sizes too big and swallowing you up. But you looked at him with what he could only imagine his own face looked like; in love.

Jack crawled on top of you, holding his weight off by balancing on his forearms as he hovered over you.

“My pretty girl.” He hummed as his thumb caressed your face.

He brought his forehead to yours, noses just barely brushing against eachother.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You whispered back.

Jack smiled before standing back up as he began to unbutton his shirt, discarding it on the floor.

You shucked his jacket off, and reached to fiddle with the zip on your back before Jack’s voice stopped you.

“Can I-“ he uttered. You looked up at him, eyes urging him to continue.

“I wanna do it. Let me do it, please?”

You nodded, laying back as he got undressed down to his briefs, took his and your shoes off, and then came back to hover over you.

He kissed you tenderly, savoring every second, and kissed down your neck. He licked and sucked on that sweet spot on your neck, a moan falling from your lips as you arched into Jack.

“So beautiful…” Jack mumbled against your neck, his arms reaching around your back to unzip your dress. He pulled the straps down your arms, shimmying the dress down your legs.

His eyes practically rolled out of his head when he saw you were only wearing a red thong.

“No bra?” He managed to ask, his hands wandering on their own, brushing up against the underside of your breasts.

“The dress looked better without it.” You shrugged.

“I’m gonna burn all the bras you own, no need for ‘em.” Jack mumbled as his thumbs rubbed into your nipples. “Gotta have easy access, right?” He coaxed, his mouth latching on to your soft breast.

“Oh fuck-“ you gasped. His mouth was glorious, sucking and mouthing at your tits, switching on and off from one to the other, one nipple always being pulled on or pinched between his index finger and thumb. Jack swirled his tongue over your nipple, his teeth lightly grazing it before he went to create more hickeys along your chest.

Jack kissed down your torso, biting and nipping at your skin here and there, before his fingers tugged at the waistband of your thong.

“Please.” You nodded at him, giving him the all clear to which he leaned down and plucked the fabric with his teeth, pulling them off your body.

Jack lifted your leg, resting your ankle on his shoulder as he kissed up your calf, licking up your inner thigh before he was met with your glistening pussy.

“Mine.” He growled.

“Yours.” You confirmed with a breathy whine.

Jack nudged his nose against your puffy clit, inhaling the sweet scent that was you.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, a puff of air landing hot on your lips, making you clench your core.

His tongue delved into your wet hole, the feeling of his wet muscle against your pussy making you cry out in pleasure. You bucked your hips into his face, making Jack chuckle, the vibration making you gasp. His muscled arms wrapped around your thighs, holding your hips down as he continued his pleasurable assault on your aching pussy.

“Fuck Jack, yes! Oh my god-“ your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth agape and unable to close. Your toes curled and you dragged them up his back as you writhed into the sheets.

Jack replaced his tongue with his fingers, wanting to reach that perfect spot in you. “You taste so fucking good, peach.” He gnawed at your hip bone before pressing a kiss and returning to your clit.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck- I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, eyes furrowed shut, awaiting the crash of your orgasm. But it never came.

Your eyes shot open and you lifted yourself up on your forearms.

“Jack? What the hell.” You pouted. “I was about to cum.” You narrowed your eyes.

“I know baby, but I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He hummed, the raspiness in his voice more prominent. He climbed back up to you, face covered in your slick. You moaned as you kissed him, tasting yourself on him, with him, you tugged at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

“Wanna see you lose yourself on my cock for the first time, as my girlfriend.” He groaned as he rolled his hips into yours, your slick creating a damp patched against his clothed hard-on.

“Off, take them off already Jack.” Your foot attempted to push his briefs down.

“Okay baby, I got you.” He kissed you a few times before bending down to slide his briefs off. Jack settled between your legs, sliding his cock up and down, between your folds, his creamy tip bumping against your clit each time.

Jack felt your nails dig into his back and he hadn’t even slid into you yet, but he couldn’t blame you, he was aching to be inside you.

He tapped his cock against your clit a few more times, making you mewl and curl further into him. He finally pressed his thick head at your entrance, slowly thrusting into you, inch by inch. He felt you exhale and relax into his arms as he bottomed out, a dazed look on your face as he kissed your cheek. He laid there, balls pressed against your ass, still, enjoying the intimacy. Quiet except for eachother’s breathing, he felt your energies intertwining, like you became one.

“I love you.” You whispered, pressing a kiss beneath his ear.

He smiled into your neck.

“I love you.” He said whispered back, before beginning to move, slowly thrusting in and out, working you open.

“Fuck you feel so good,” He grunted, your walls tightly sucking in his cock. You clenched, tightening your hold on him, and he moaned, biting your shoulder.

He felt your essence leak down your ass, the shlick! sound created by the two of you amplified, and Jack picked up his speed a bit.

“Jack! Oh my fucking god,” you cried out, his thrusts harder and more intentional now, his yummy damp matted coarse curls rubbing against your clit had you raking your acrylics into his back; any concerns about bleeding or scarring left for tomorrow’s worries.

“You take me so well baby, doing so good,” he praised as he pressed your knees to your chest, your calves on his shoulders, thus allowing his tip to kiss your cervix, which made you drool.

“Does that feel good, princess? Yeah?” Jack talked you through it. His pace never faltered, keeping steady, his thumb inching back to its home on your clit as the sound of skin slapping and moans filled the hot room. You cried out his name in response, your mind a hazy fog, you were enveloped in him. His smell, his feel, his voice, you were intoxicated and never wanted to get sober.

“Ja-Jack..” your voice hitched, letting out a pleasure filled sob.

“What do you want? Tell me, use your words baby,” Jack encouraged, his mouth back on your neck, slowing and grinding his pelvis into your clit.

“W- want,” you shuddered in euphoria.

“Hm? C’mon you can do better than that, come on,” he urged you, mouthing at your tits, spreading his saliva across your pebbled nipples, nipping at them slightly with his teeth.

“Want you to cum in me,” you groaned, rutting your hips against his.

“Are you sure?” Jack asked, his thrusts slowing to a stop.

“Yes, I’m sure. I want it so bad, Jack.” You pouted, writhing against him, bringing him back for a sloppy needy kiss.

“Please give it all to me, wanna be filled to the brim with you.” You whined, and Jack nodded, fucking into you at a determined speed.

“I fucking love you, Y/N.” Jack growled as he reached the edge of his orgasm.

That broke the dam that held your orgasm. The grip your legs had around Jack tightened as you brought him deeper into you, and Jack pinched and pulled at your nipples, biting your neck as he grinded against your clit, maximizing your pleasure.

“I love you, I fucking love you Jack, I love you,” you babbled, tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you pressed him closer against your chest. The connection you felt was overwhelming, but so warm.

Your walls twitched, suffocating Jack’s cock in the most delicious way, making his hips stutter into yours as he came.

“Fuckfuckfuck, oh god-“ he moaned as ropes and ropes of cum filled you excessively, leaking from your tiny hole. Jack relaxed into you, resting his full weight against you, pulling your legs down to the side so he could lay on you. You laid there breathing in eachother, silent again, no words necessary as everything that wanted to be said, was felt by the both of you. You nuzzled into his neck, your hands returning to their righteous home, Jacks curls. He groaned as your nails raked at his scalp again, making him twitch in overstimulation in your hold; the last drop of cum spurting into you as he pressed his pelvis against yours one last time.

You stayed like that for a while, neither of you wanting to move just yet. This time it was you humming a soft tune as Jack had done for you a few times before, helping you ground yourself back to him.

After a few minutes you felt him turn his head to lay on your chest, his hands clutching at your sides, having wrapped his arms around you to keep you close to him.

“Hi, pretty.” You said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Hi, baby.” He responded contently, exhaling a deep sigh.

“You good?”

“Never felt better in my life.” He let out a chuckle.

“You?”

“Same.” You smiled.

“Wish we could stay like this forever, feels so right being with you like this. In you, like this.” He spoke. “But, I gotta pull out now, okay?” You nodded, pressing a soft peck to him before he got up. Jack slid out, and his cum leaked out onto your ass, all over your inner thighs, and down to the sheets.

Jack couldn’t help himself but to smear some of the cum against your sensitive clit.

“Jack..” you whined, your legs folding in on eachother.

“Couldn’t resist, sorry baby.” He kissed your tummy before getting up to get a warm cloth to clean you up. He came back and wiped you up, before holding his hands out for you to take ahold of.

“Legs don’t work.” You told him, refusing to even attempt to get up.

“Okay, Angel. No problem.” He laughed as he took you into his arms, carrying your to the bathroom. He let you pee in private as he called room service for fresh sheets. The quickly arrived and Jack took the fresh ones as they took the soiled ones in a laundry bag. He came back to you and carried you back to the bed, fresh sheets now on.

“I feel so bad for the people who have to clean our sheets.” You groaned in embarrassment while Jack laughed.

“They’ll be fine, I’m sure they’ve dealt with this plenty times before.” He assured you, pulling you to lay on his chest, kissing your hair and tracing aimless patterns on your back.

You hiked your leg up and around Jack’s waist, nuzzling into his chest before letting out a deep satisfied sigh.

“Sleep, baby.” Jack hummed, and you nodded.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Love you.” You mumbled.

He smiled. He couldn’t believe he was here with the girl he dreamed of, with her telling him she loves him. That electric giddy feeling flooded his veins again.

“Love you too Y/N.” He told her. He felt her smile into his skin, before her breathing evened out, falling asleep, with Jack not far behind her.

To be continued…

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JAMES RANT BECAUSE HE IS GETTING ON MY DAMN NERVES

“I never loved her,” James said. “I only thought I did.” Matthew slumped in the doorway “I wish I could believe that.”, he said. “Because what it looks like is that the moment Cordelia has left you, you decided you couldn’t bear being left. I suppose no one ever has, have they? Everyone’s always loved you.” He said it with a matter of factness that was startling. “Except perhaps Grace. Perhaps that’s why you wanted her in the first place. I don’t think she’s capable of loving anyone.”

“Matthew-“ James could feel the weight of the silver bracelet as though it circled on his wrist still, though he knew perfectly well it was broken and back at Curzon Street. He wanted to protest, to explain his own innocence, but how could he do so when he hadn’t yet told Cordelia? Surely she was owed the truth first. And the thought of telling her, if garnering her pity, was still unbearable. Better to be hated than pitied- by Daisy, by Matthew-

I’m sorry but what are we doing here? James keeps going on about how Cordelia would pity him and that’s not love. so James would rather have Cordelia hate him than tell her the truth so they could be together? I don’t even ship them but mate, you’re not helping matters. here’s another:

He pushed the thought away sharply, as if he were a puncturing a soap bubble. Pity and kindness were not love. Only free choice was love; if he learned nothing else from the horror of the bracelet, he had learned that.

see, this is my problem with this whole “she will pity me” storyline. 1. it’s fucking repetitive. we already have to deal with Cordelia not wanting to be pitied so now we have to hear it from James? plus it never ends. I’m sorry but it’s such lazy writing to do this for four hundred bloody pages. like it did not need to take this long!!!!!

2. you state free choice is love but by not telling Cordelia the whole story, you’re taking her choice from her. it’s Cordelia’s choice if she wants to be with you or not. but by not telling her everything, she doesn’t have all the facts. so you are kinda taking that from her. and honestly, all their friends would support James. as Matthew said, everyone loves him because in CC world, everyone loves a herondale.

I’m sorry but I don’t get the whole point of this story. I know James or Cordelia or even Grace don’t want people to pity them but if you withhold stuff from people and choose this lifestyle, it’s not doing you any favors. and it’s honestly just fucking irritating. I get not wanting to be burdened but I feel like is a whole other thing

did we really need to go on and on and on and on and on and on about this???? literally how I felt anytime I saw the word pity. CC has ruined pity, bracelet, gold, tiger, lion, any word she has used for the herondales for me. girl is about 50 something and has made shit ton of money off these books. I think you can afford a writing class CC and also you can definitely afford therapy by now lmao

I don’t understand the whole point of this whole pity thing. it seems a waste of time to me. could’ve used that time to work on Matthew, give Thomas and Alastair more pages (THEY DESERVED MORE CONTENT), maybe I don’t know not killing Kit or actually giving him a proper death, literally anything would have sufficed. it’s the miscommunication for me. it’s the fact that you spent so many pages on the stuff that doesn’t matter as much and you rush the ending. yes, you could’ve did this storyline but it did not need this much fucking focus

and I’m not trying to be rude because I get they are going through stuff but it didn’t need this much time to work on. at least with thomastair, they had actual conversations about why they couldn’t be together at the time

James is constantly like “I love you Daisy” ok but you have to see how it looks mate. I don’t hate James but it makes it extremely hard to root for him. and this is why I can’t get into this triangle nor can I get into Cordelia and james. Matthew is the one who is hurt because we know he’s not going to be the one. it was so unnecessary and unneeded

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Symphony Manor, Holan (8:30am)

*alarm rings*

Alfie: Good morning, cutie.

Catalina: Mhm, morning.

Alfie: Go back to sleep, it’s still early.

Catalina: Nuh-uh. I’ve been sleeping a lot lately.

*light switch clicks*

Alfie: You should be resting a lot, Lina. You’re still recovering from your injuries.

Catalina: I’m fine. You’re overreacting.

Alfie: Am I though?

Catalina: Yes, you are. It’s been two weeks. I feel better now. I can walk too.

Catalina: And I can do more than walk. If you know what I mean.

Alfie: Tempting, but, I don’t want to take the risk of hurting you. So, I’ll keep my hands to myself until I’m sure you’re fine.

Catalina: Urgh, you suck.

Alfie: *chuckles* Stay in bed. I’ll bring breakfast to you.

Catalina: You’re treating me like a child again.

Alfie: This time, for a good reason. I don’t want you to tire yourself out. And the doctors said that it’s going to take a while before you can make a full recovery.

Alfie: Please listen to me, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt again.

Catalina: *groans* Fine.

Alfie: Good girl.

*door opens and closes*

Tweet 1: an INTRUDER AT THE PALACE ?? fr ?? they got into a whole fight with alfie and #trashlina

Reply to tweet 1: they prob tried to put her in her place💀the bitch deserves it

Reply to tweet 1′s reply: stfu stop being a hater

Tweet 2: I feel sorry for the guests that already arrived. Ppl are dying around the world and they wasted their money on a wedding only for it to be postponed.

Tweet 3: LMAOOO THEY CANCELED THEIR WEDDING !!!! move over #trashlina, its marie’s time to shine ✨

Tweet 4: wait? they postponed their wedding? why?

Reply to tweet 4: the palace hasnt said anything … pelik (weird)

Tweet 5: atp i’m anti-monarchy, because what the hell is even going on?

Tweet 6: idc what everyone else says, i’m standing by alfie and lina 😔 nobody deserves what they’re going through

Tweet 7: how much do u guys wanna bet that they’re lying about the intruder? 👁👁

Reply to tweet 7: i saw a tweet from a former staff and they said nothing even happened … let’s put our tin foil hats on 😬

Reply to tweet 7′s reply: korg ckp ni boleh pakai otak tak? (ppl, can we pls think with our heads for 2 seconds?) stop jumping to conclusions you guys annoy the hell out of me.

Tweet 8: The hate she’s getting rn is unfair. Why’d you guys assume the worse of her?

Reply to tweet 8: Are you fcking fr? Did you forget what she did the other day?

Tweet 8′s OP replies: The apology thingy? You’re mad at her for that? I didn’t realize the marie stans are brain dead when it comes to Lina. She was doing the right thing by apologizing for something she didn’t even do. I bet if it was your fav who did this, you’d be praising her to the skies. Be serious.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: What are you doing?

Catalina: N-nothing.

Alfie: Are you reading tweets on twister again? Stop reading those. It’s full of shit.

Catalina: I can’t help it. Last week was supposed to be our wedding day but it got postponed because of me.

Alfie: You didn’t ask for this to happen. And those people don’t know what actually happened. They’re just talking out of their asses right now.

Catalina: *sighs* Whatever. It already happened. Did your mum said anything about the wedding date?

Alfie: She said the wedding has been postponed to next month. The latest it would be is in two.

Catalina: But what are we gonna do until then? Don’t tell me you expect me to be in bed everyday?

Alfie: Mum said she’ll give us a new schedule to make up for the tour. She wants us to do joint engagements to build your reputation again. Right now the people are divided in half when it comes to you.

Catalina: Not surprised.

Alfie: Don’t think too much about it. You have me and the others to support you. And this time, if you did mess up, I will tell you. No sugarcoating. But, I won’t be an asshole about it.

Catalina: I’m a bit scared to hear what you’re going to say but thanks for listening to me.

Alfie: It’s no big deal.

Catalina: Oh, I forgot to ask. Did your mum said anything about my assistant? Since, y’know, Rowena’s not really in the picture anymore?

Alfie: She’s considering Anna to be your permanent assistant. The accusations against her has been dropped because Rowena confessed that she lied.

Catalina: Thank god. I liked Anna. I knew she won’t do it.

Alfie: Yeah. I’m just glad Anna still want to work with us. I heard mum said that she was a student Auntie Athy sponsored back in Cordelia. So she’s trusted.

Catalina: Is she a spellcaster like Lucy too?

Alfie: Nope. She’s a normal human. Like us.

Catalina: Oh, that’s cool. But what happens to Rowena now?

Alfie: She’s still under investigation. Your mama thinks it’s impossible for her to work alone. There must be someone helping her out and they’re trying to pry the answers out from her.

Catalina: Hmm...

*phone rings*

Alfie (to the phone): Hello, mum? Yeah, I’m at home.

Alfie: What? Are you serious?

Alfie: I...I see. Okay, I’ll tell her later. Keep me updated. Bye. Take care too.

Catalina: What was it? Did something happen?

Alfie: It’s Rowena.

Catalina: What’s wrong with her?

Alfie: She’s...she’s dead.

[akikostan]

Since you genuinely do seem like a very nice person , if you ever need advice on anything , ha , and you feel that I of all people might be able to help you with it , if you ever want a stranger’s opinion on something , a pair of unbiased eyes , you are more than welcome to ask me

If not , then , at this very moment , I truly bid you farewell

P.S.

Of course you must already know all of these things , but just as a friendly and hopefully not redundant reminder , try your absolute best to do all your assignments on time , don’t skip classes , don’t skip school , and maybe join as many clubs as you realistically can , I wish I did , and regrettably I did also miss the deadlines for a number of my assignments , I did skip some classes , and I even dropped out of school during Form 6 , don’t know if it’s called the same thing where you live

As long as you have 1 or 2 good friends , that’s enough , don’t be greedy , and don’t try to fit in with the cool kids , because they’re probably not actually cool

Be more mindful with your money , save all of it really , ha , I used to waste my money on DVDs because at that time I didn’t have proper cable and internet , now I have pretty much everything

Overall , map out a solid plan , doesn’t have to be what’s ahead of you in the next 3 to 5 years , just as long as you know what’s next

What else can I say ? Ha , and sorry if I’m basically being your grandma right now

I think that’s it , at least all that I can think of at the moment

All the best of luck to you

I just realized I don’t even know your name

I think it's crazy how 2 people online can talk without knowing someone's name😭 like if this was in real life commonly the first thing you'd know abt someone is their name

thank you sm😭😭 yesterday was Friday and I was planning on skipping school but when I read this message in the morning yesterday I decided not to so I guess u can confirm that you've actually helped someone😭 but then my phone was confiscated but I kind of should've expected it yk I use it a lot

thank you for everything, I'll keep that in mind!! you can always talk to me too ill always listen even tho we may have maturity differences I would love hearing about ur day or just random stuff in general!

[euphorial-docx]

the idol episode 1 review

ok so… i watched it. it’s definitely a show, at least.

i will briefly talk first about my opinions on everyone else’s opinions:

i do not believe in the censorship of media. i think people can make whatever they want, even if i don’t personally enjoy or agree with it. maybe that’s a chronically online ao3 mentality shifting over to other arts, but i don’t think it’s a bad thing.

i think enforcing what can and cannot be made, and who can and cannot make certain things, is bullshit. i don’t agree with with that. i think sam levinson can make this type of show if he wants to, no matter my feelings on it (and oh boy do i have a lot of them.)

and i do not think a “boycott” will work at all. maybe this show will be cancelled, or get a production overhaul for season 2, but y’all… i know 70% of the people trying to boycott the idol also watch euphoria. and jesus christ stop saying people are demons if they watch the idol— guilting people over what they consume is stupid and does nothing to change conditions.

additionally, i want to talk about the drama behind the scenes:

i know all the drama. i think it was shitty to fire amy seimetz after she finished 80% of it, and it was shitty to scrap everything, and shitty to turn it into what it is now. not arguing that. it was a huge waste of the money, time, and effort of hundreds of people to bring sam levinson in and boot amy out.

sam levinson is also known to be a dick when directing. his sets on euphoria were hectic, his sets on the idol were hectic— the man needs to let more people help him in every step of filmmaking instead of hoarding everything to himself and believing he’s above collaboration.

and now for the actual review:

i’ll start with the highlights.

i think lily-rose depp did well. she wasn’t outstanding, but i think people are too harsh to say she’s this horrible actress. is she giving an emmy worthy performance? no, not really. but she wasn’t bad by any means.

the best actor there, however, is rachel sennott. she’s great in everything she’s in, so i’m not surprised at all. she plays the anxious assistant and concerned best friend very well. she’s as much as stand-out as she can be with such a bland script to go off of.

i will get into what i didn’t like about the main relationship later, but the scenes of jocelyn and tedeos dancing at the club was (mostly) pretty good. like i thought it was cute to start out, and then them talking at the bar at jocelyn’s house was pretty good. their dynamic is best when they’re having understated moments that aren’t rushing head-first into the plot too soon, if that makes sense.

i think that’s it.

now it’s time for the negatives… and there are a lot.

jocelyn’s music is boring. i feel they could’ve vocally trained lily-rose a bit more to make her singing more believable for a so-called pop star. the sound and production itself was very bland like her singing, and i can’t quite tell if that’s intentional or not.

the dance choreography had its good moments, but was mostly odd. they also kept in random shots of lily’s dancing looking very much Not Great despite the plot praising her dancing. they could’ve had her practice more too (i’m sorry if i’m being harsh, but it’s the truth! she’s not a singer or a dancer, so they should’ve trained her better to sell the story.)

the costumes, hair, and makeup was fine, but some of the outfits were strange and needlessly… sexy? like jocelyn wearing a thong and tiny bra that covers nothing during dance rehearsals is a bit extreme. it was a pretty outfit i guess, but absolutely not practical and clearly there to just be like Hey! Look How Hot Lily-Rose Depp Is!

the cinematography was… meh. i was underwhelmed. it wasn’t ugly, but i know sam can at least make visually beautiful shows, and he just didn’t do that here. he missed an opportunity to be praised for something.

i think the first half of the episode was marginally better than the second half, but generally it had pacing issues. it was TOO SLOW and then would also throw you into new scenes with no padding to soften the landing. i had no sense of what the timeframe was throughout this entire episode.

the editing didn’t help with the confusion. multiple shots were repeated. they would cut back and forth between scenes in different times in some weird montage sort of thing, which confused me a little as to what was happening, where they were going, and which timeline we were supposed to be following. but maybe that’s just me. i don’t know. i’m still confused.

plot wise, TOO FAST. the scenes were slow, but the plot was somehow advancing too fast. i didn’t have time to really invest in jocelyn as a character, let alone jocelyn and tedros’s relationship before they were pushed together like a child forcing their barbie dolls to kiss. i didn’t buy their dynamic of “romance.” as i said, there were 2 decent scenes, but those scenes didn’t last long enough and both ended with them making out instead of actually setting up the groundwork for their relationship.

i don’t think the weeknd did bad, but he wasn’t necessarily good either. a handful of his line deliveries were… questionable at best. i don’t know if this is purposeful, but he gave me creep vibes. other characters said he also weirded them out, so maybe that’s the point? i’m hoping that’s the point. please be the point.

and now about sex.

a very hot topic for this show, apparently.

i am not a prude by any means. i watch euphoria, and i watch game of thrones, and etc etc. i can handle sex and nudity, and i do think it can be a useful tool in storytelling. as i said before, i also do not believe in censorship, so put sex in your show or whatever. i don’t care.

but.

big but.

i will critique this because i don’t believe in censorship :) freedom goes both ways

the sex scenes here felt out of place and unnecessary. they did not serve the story at all. they didn’t tell me anything about the characters. i honestly skimmed the sex scenes entirely because they were too long and not integrals

it’s not even that they were too graphic or anything, they were just confusing. like oh jocelyn and tedros are dancing— oh, now they’re making out? jocelyn got home for the club and oh! she’s suddenly masturbating. jocelyn and tedros are talking about music and wow! oh wow. now there’s temperature play and suffocation happening. point being: the sex scenes are too sudden with no real build up or purpose.

i feel with a story like this, explicit sex could work. but not like this. i feel the extreme nature of jocelyn and tedros’s intimacy should progress as the story goes on, and get more and more wild and dangerous as it becomes more obvious that jocelyn is being manipulated and preyed upon by the music industry. that would be a good use for sex scenes, but the way they’re used here— just sporadically thrown in for shock value and Edgy Points— is not only unsatisfying and uncomfortable, but also confusing and ultimately meaningless.

as for the nudity, i don’t think it was anywhere as bad as twitter made it seem. i’m chill with casual nudity, so her waking up without a shirt wasn’t really gratuitous to me, neither was her rarely wearing bras. i don’t care about that.

what i do care about when it comes to nudity is how the story portrays intimacy coordinators.

the characters get annoyed with the coordinator and lock him in a closet just because he wanted them to stop the photoshoot because there was undiscussed nudity that wasn’t in contracts. like the intimacy coordinator was right and the story treated him as if he was just annoying. i think that was strange for a story that’s supposedly about how women are taken advantage of and mistreated in the music industry.

also too much smoking!!! a pretentious amount of smoking!!! nearly every scenes, jocelyn was lighting up a cigarette. sometimes multiple within the span of one location and time. like girl put them down. i don’t need 12 shots of her lighting a cigarette.

final thoughts

the idol has undeniable potential, but all that potential was discarded and replaced with whatever this is. i can see the bones of what amy seimetz intended, but i can also see how sam levinson and the weeknd weakened the integrity of that.

it was quite frankly severely underwhelming and messy. it’s difficult to pinpoint what the story is and what we’re supposed to think about certain points of it, and it’s even harder to get a grip of who characters are and their motivations. it did a poor job of setting up the story, and instead chose to throw us in the deep end and hope we understand whatever the fuck is going on.

i’ll give the second episode a try just to see if i can comprehend what this show is trying to tell me, but i do not have high hopes at all. i believe it will be an unintelligible mess with a few rare gems thrown in (those gems courtesy of amy seimetz, of course), and will hopefully prove that sam levinson and the weeknd both need a fucking writers room and their egos checked.

i give it a 2.5/10. a 3/10 if i’m being nice.

it deserved the bare minimum 5 minute ovation at cannes.

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in January 🏔️ 2024 - Leo

Whole of their energy towards Leo: The Lovers

Feelings: 6 Pentacles

Intentions: 3 Cups

Actions: 6 Wands

This person is in love with you 😍 I’m not sure if this is an ex or if there’s been a separation, I don’t see any arguments, but Judgement clarifying The Lovers indicates wanting a second chance, assuming there was a first chance that didn’t work out. They’re willing to put in the effort and show you they mean it, and by effort I’m seeing like…practical things, gifts, money, fixing your stuff, helping you out with anything you need, you’re showing up as Pentacles here and they seem to speak your language in that way. Acts of service 💯 That could just be them too. They feel you were destined to meet, you could be destined for them, like a gift from the universe. In someone’s case, this could be like a best friend or a parent that’s super supportive of you & your relationship with someone, if you’re in one. If so, they could feel like you & your person were made for each other - The Wheel of Fortune, or maybe they were present in the happenings leading up to your meeting or dating, it all feels like synchronicity. They feel very close to you.

They intend to celebrate! Either a wedding, that’s here for someone, an anniversary, a proposal 😏, any celebration of love. Either they’re telling/showing you this and winning you over again, or telling the world because they want to make it official, or supporting you and coming to your party to celebrate. Maybe throwing you a party. In actions, they will be successful, and helpful, they may try to watch the finances though and make sure things don’t get too crazy. Some will let you know just how much they love you and they’re not letting go. Some may have a grudge against a lover or something, and they’re getting over that for you. Like if you’re okay with xyz, so are they. If there are grudges being held against them, they’re taking accountability and proving it to you, that they’re sorry & they mean it. Love this person’s energy, it’s genuine no matter what 💚

Messages:

Their side:

- Questionable past/morals

- All About YOU 😳

Your side:

- Similar Values

- My money is my LIFE 💰

Possible signs:

Heavy Capricorn, Scorpio, Cancer, earth 🌍 & water 💦

If you’re dealing with:

5 Cups & 4 Cups rev shows you could be missing some of your people, or they miss you. Whether wires have gotten crossed or things have changed, people have grown, something has you in your feelings where others in your life are concerned. You could have regrets or sadness about things you can’t change, opportunities you feel you’ve missed. Or in some cases this can be switched.

Aries - would be with you in a heartbeat if you weren’t already taken, or switch it

Taurus - feels betrayed by you, but they’re handling it & working things out regardless, or switch it, probably no reunion but you’re moving on

Gemini - wants to talk to you, or you do, whatever is discussed or acted on is probably healing & very positive for both of you, could have some deeper feelings hiding underneath intellectual word vomit - look past it

Cancer - nostalgic about a time when they had you and you both had it all - together, could be financial or emotional, there’s a lack, a void 😞

Leo - moving on from the/any drama

Virgo - leaving or already left, this is done

Libra - story 1: mind games, breadcrumbing, giving you enough to keep hanging on, and no more, they’re a waste of your time & emotions 💯 story 2: they’re pissed at you for making them wait forever

Scorpio - very happy & busy with family stuff

Sagittarius - has emotions for you but they’re concerned about how it would work or just work in general is taking priority, it’s stressful

Capricorn - putting more effort into things they’ve let slide or haven’t been working out, being proactive about problems

Aquarius - overcoming a major hurdle, possibly at work or with a business, things are looking up for them in a big way, very successful

Pisces - not speaking to you, they’re healing from whatever has happened between you or just in their world, could just be sick for a bit 😷

[chooseyouovereveryone]

IMO you flying to America to see Taylor took an opp away from the many US fans who missed out on tickets. You’ve also seen her before. I hope you don’t see her in your country also.

Lol, okay.

1. I bought my tickets resale so I actually didn’t take the opportunity away from anyone. There were so many tickets on resale sites that just went to waste. Maybe you should take your frustrations out on TM and bots and scalpers who prevented so many tickets going into the hands of fans and make ridiculous money off genuine fans.

2. Yes this was the third tour of Taylor’s I’ve been to. And??? I don’t really think it matters if I’ve been to every tour she’s done or multiple dates of the same show bc it’s my choice at the end of the day. Seeing her live makes me happy and I’m not gonna stop doing that just because some random person isn’t happy about it. I haven’t been able to see Taylor since 1989 so there were many songs/eras I hadn’t heard live yet that I wanted to experience.

3. Idk what my life’s gonna look like by the time Taylor brings the tour to the UK. Like maybe I won’t be able to make it, maybe something will happen, look at 2020 nothing is guaranteed. I haven’t seen her live since 2015 so I took the opportunity to do it when I knew I could make it work for me. I visit the US all the time anyway so it just made sense. But if I can make the UK dates then yes, I will be going. Sorry about it.

4. I specifically wanted to go with someone who’s American so??? What do I do about that? Bc either I’d have to travel to her country or she mine.

5. Pls stop gatekeeping. Like I feel you on the frustrations of so many fans not being able to get tickets but let’s not take it out on other fans. Fans aren’t stopping other fans from attending, the issue is with how the tickets were sold in the first place and the supply/demand.

[roobgumball95]

hello hi im making good on my promise of finding reasons to pop into your inbox :D

how are you? I hope your day was good hehe ^-^

also pls gimme three iwa headcanons you have >:)

love that for you <3

i’m okay!!! my package came so my meh day turned into a pretty good one😎 nothing’s better for your will to live than wasting money online

ok ok perfect

1: he has the 3in1 shampoo. i’m sorry. it’s the 15in1. the 36in1. it doubles as grill cleaner and dish soap along with shampoo and conditioner and anything else. you could fill up your car with it and it’d work.

2: he doesn’t know his astrological sign. oikawa makes fun of him for being a gemini (deserved) and he just is like “am i a gemini???” like he doesn’t know

3: one time oikawa’s sister caught him and oikawa when they were little and covered them in makeup. he kinda liked it bc she kept saying “hajime you look so pretty!!!!!” but then oikawa said he looked weird with long lashes so he immediately demanded for the makeup to be taken off :(((

BONUS, just for you: he lowkey takes oikawa’s insults personally sometimes. like they rub him the wrong way and he gets a little quiet and looks hard at oikawa like he’s trying to tell if he’s serious

[pandannon]

Having a hard time being an adult right now.

Edit: ok let me elaborate, hopefully it will help me rationalize.

1) I’m house sitting my own house and struggling to keep up with tasks and give my cat and dog enough affection

2) There’s a whole bunch of productive things that I should be doing, but I don’t have the patience or focus for any of them

3) I went out to celebrate my birthday today and I did not have a super great time. Dinner was ok, the rest of my family seemed to enjoy it a lot more than I did. Then we went to the casino and I was a real party pooper. It started when I was helping my dad with roulette, then I pressed a button I shouldn’t have and canceled a winning bet. I know feeling guilty about that is ridiculous, he would have won like $20 big whoop. But then I was super mopey and complainey the rest of the time. Ughhhh I don’t know… I was just being super childish and I could not change my mood. I know it’s partly because I’m on my stupid period. Everyone else I was there with left with at least $10 more than they came with (I came and left with nothing, just wasted my family’s money when they passed me some of their winnings). So everything is ok. I just hate the casino and I don’t know why I forgot that I don’t like going there.

Yeah I think I have problems. I know medication is not a magical solution to all of my problems but at this point I think it would really help me out. That or I’ll just try tart cherry juice for insomnia and see if my other problems lessen from there.

I’m so sorry that this blog is so depressing and negative. I don’t usually like putting negativity out into the world (I hope no one actually reads this, except for maybe my future therapist). But normal paper journals/diaries don’t really work for me, and there is a small comfort in screaming all of these thoughts into the void.

Anyway, I spilled my hand a bit too much to my family today about how bad I’m doing, but the quote still stands; I don’t worry too much about what other people think about me because no one can ever hate me more than I hate myself.

I want to get better. I really really do. But when you are standing at the bottom of a well, it’s hard to see the point in throwing up a rope. And even harder asking someone to stand at the top to catch it.

Good night

[jack-nack]

10th anniversary and still nothing... Not even a peep. It's so sad... All that and we never even got a proper ending. What a waste of potential. I hope Jack's happy, with all his money from loyal fans...

Do me a favor and stick a fork in the nearest electrical outlet. Anyway. Hi. I’ve been getting a lot of these asks for the show’s anniversary, so I thought I’d come out of hibernation for a little to check in on the fanbase. By which, I mean, the twelve of you still writing CeVonn/Brian slash fic well after both characters got murdered- shine on, you magnificent bastards. I hope one day to have a fragment of the dedication you all have to shit that doesn’t matter. To the rest of you- I’ve put together this handy Q&A guide, after which I’m never speaking to you again. Enjoy! Where’ve you been since the finale? Out. The team is not A Coherent Unit anymore, which means we largely had no interest in carrying on our social media presence. You can still find the other folks Around, at social media links I’m not gonna bother with. I know Timothy is doing some spin-off thing. Allison’s scrubbed her online presence, which was the smartest move of any of our little gaggle. Jamir’s gotten really into Horizon shit. And Lakeisha died in a dust collapse a few years back. Sorry if this is how you found out. Why haven’t you made any follow-ups to Station 55? Lot of reasons. I told the story I wanted to tell. And frankly, seeing how awful everyone was being about the end, I didn’t have any real interest in making more content for that particular audience. It’s a horror series, whatever else the fanbase wanted it to be. And just like The Pump Operator said in episode 3- this was never going to be a story with a happy ending. What was in the green barrel? What happened to The Noise Machine? What did the Drill Repairwoman’s song mean? Use your imagination. Were The Deep Tunnels based on a real place? Yes- and filmed there, too. The entirety of Station 55 was produced and recorded in Safety Bunker A93, adjoining the city of Port Conroy. After Dustfall, the whole team were stuck living there while we waited for the surface to be inhabitable again. And there wasn’t a lot else for us to be doing with our time. Can I make a spin-off series? Can I sell Station 55 merch? You can. And you should. The fuckers that own the rights now are content to make Silt Monster Funko Pops every year or two- you can do better. Make a James doll from the vivisection scene with little removable organs- have some fun with it. I found your other social media- why does it say Ethel instead of Jack? Take a wild guess. Take a realllllly wild guess. Really rub your brain cells together, get the old hamster wheel in your skull moving. Are you serious about never talking to the fanbase again after this? Yep. Inexplicably, I still want to see more of your content. Where can I do that? Twitch.tv/ethelnightshade- stream Wednesdays and Sundays. We write, watch movies, and indulge in wildly self-indulgent ARG bullshit. Occasionally, I will Play a Video Game if I really need manna for the electric bill. I found this blog because I saw you were participating in the Grand Brutale, and have no context for any of the above. Sincerely- what the fuck? Sorry.

I found this blog because I was an earnest fan of Station 55, and have no context for what a Grand Brutale is. Sincerely- what the fuck? Video game battle royale competition that I’ve inexplicably been chosen for. I am excited to take a clean 98th place after I’m killed in the first ten seconds by a Vtuber with an anime girl falsetto and coloring normally reserved for poisonous snakes. I just wanted to say, how much your show has meant to me. It really helped when I was going through a bad time/helped me meet my friends/come to terms with my sexuality/made me realize I wanted to make movies when I grew up. 1) Thank you. Genuinely. 2) Christ the Buddha, please have higher standards. I wrote this shit when I was 19, you can do better.

[mellow-island7]

Twitter Drafts

was writing down my twitter drafts in a word document cause i'm gonna deactivate my twitter again cause i'm getting overwhelmed again by everything and thought i'd share some of these on tumblr lol

These drafts start from now (8/23/23) and go all the way back to i think like a year ago or something like that, some of the drafts are unfinished but yea anyways heres some of them

(pt 1)

(ps my bad i probably sound like an asshole in some of these, i was really sad and have been stuck in a perpetual shit cycle for the past 3 years)(but also i have to learn to stop apologizing for things that i don't need to be sorry for)

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Stuck in a body that isn’t mine,

Everything is a waste of time

Dumb yuppie mfkrs talking about being “broke” with a car, a house, gear that works and a house that has food everyday :|

Lol :|

We need a show in south florida for the Daniel Johnston fans all 5 to 6 of us

Mfkrs will literally kick you down and be like dude get up already, stop being lazy

Its funny hearing people talking about getting older and gaining weight and running out of breath and I’m like “dude literally all you do is smoke weed and watch shit on Netflix, what the fuck would you expect”

Lol you really not grown till you get sued for the first time

Mad respect and appreciation for anyone that takes the time to try and and understand themselves emotionally

In my head thinking about how it totally not cute to be this sad at my age

In my head counting all the people that hate me

I’m grateful for the people that I’ve been friends with since middle school

The online therapists are exploiting mental illness, places like b*tter help want you to think you are weak and they want you to think you can’t do it yourself so that you can pay them a good amount of money to talk you into fixing your own problems

Yea I’m probably gonna hold off on doing shit seriously till I have money again

I know where I am, I know where I’m going and I know how I’m gonna get there

You should be scared you fucking limp dick weasel, I hope you get everything that you have coming for you

Wtf you could bs nose slide? :o

I just wanna skate and make music with my friends, its not that complicated

This mini ramp is slowly but surely making my brain so much stronger

Don’t understand plus don’t care plus don’t wanna understand plus I gotta st

Do things for genuine reasons

I need to stop apologizing for things I don’t need to be sorry about

(added this in rn, wasn’t originally in our twitter drafts ^^^)

Nick is like the mike Sinclair to my billy marks

One day when I’m older and more stable with money and more in a place of comfort, I look forward to being able to smoke weed while playing playstation 2 games

Lifes moving in such a weird direction and I’m really happy and excited but also a lil sad also goddamn some of the things happening  are so bizarre

Educate the yuppie jits, they don’t know any better

You are exactly like all the people you complain about and if you weren’t busy having your head so far up your own ass maybe you could see that

I love being an internet music nerd, all I wanna do is be on my computer and listen to music and make shit

I’m trying very hard to stay optimistic and keep working hard towards things that I think actually matter and if you are in any way trying to impede on that optimism (no matter how false you think it may be) then FUCK YOUUUUU just SHUT THE FUCK UP

Growing up means literally faking being happy every day

I can’t wait to turn 30

I need a job so fucking bad and I desperately need to leave this house

Steel reserve suicide? 👀

Fuck it lol I think imma finish as much as I can of the ruffans stuff and put it out as a demos album LOL (at this point that makes more sense than having this be an actual album)

Definitely gotta keep our friends humble cause :| some mfkrs are getting so prideful and arrogant :|

I think we need to start roasting our friends a bit more, so many specific people are getting way too prideful and arrogant, like there’s nothing in with feeling a sense of pride in your self but definitely gotta humble people when they’re getting out of pocket

Being in a car with people that drive like shit :| is so fucking annoying :| and then they wanna act like you’re annoying as fuck for being scared :| fried ass mfkrs :|

Too many people down bad rn, get it together

:| talking about these things with the people you love is :| so :| fucking :| hard :| life is moving and changing in so many directions in so many ways :| and

You will only come to realize this when it is way too late and you’ve done an insane amount of irreparable damage and then you will regret so much as we all come to do

Life at 17: I need to kill myself Σ('◉⌓◉’)

Life at 24: yea fuck this dude I’m out :|

Lol its funny to me that theres people that only like me because I’m so sad and that feels soo fucked up for some reason

I don’t care if it’s good enough because it is genuinely the best can do

(rn)

Phone password is **** and my computer password is ******, theres a lot of live video and audio recordings of peoples bands and maybe some photos and logos and art and other random bullshit, if anyone cares to go and try and find that, go for it

I tried, sorry, thanks

(anecdote: lol fucking dumb edgy imbecile thinking anyone would give a fuck to try and find any of that garbage

Thanks

Its fireeee :,| <3

Goddammit ramon just do it already, watching you get up and keep trying is humiliating it feels like watching a one legged dog keep tripping over himself tryna cross the street, its so fucking sadd

No I’m not doing okay why the fuck would you askme some stupid dumbass question like that, tryna be on some hold your head up king bullshit, like I’m glad that you’ve managed to convince yourself that you’re happy, that’s awesome for you I love that for you genuinely but what the fuck I am obviously not happy why the fuck would you ask me that like what the fuck am I actually supposed to say to that

I am not too fond of punk music or shoegaze music or metal music(as genres), theres specific bands and individuals that I like but in general sense most of those genres are so fucking boring

I feel like I haven’t had a real conversation with another human being in so long, I feel so detached from reality like as if I’m not real and I’m watching myself continue on autopilot from outside my body

I’m the kind of stupid where I’ll have no money, get $5 and decide to share it with someone so we could eat together

:3

Sitting thinking about how many days will have to pass before have to sell my fuzzwar and amp and other belongings that mean a lot to me?

(something is wrong/broken)

One brain cell dimwit human being who is not doing anything to fix it or help in any way: “why are you not fixing this? What is wrong with you you useless irresponsible asshole?”

:|

I wish I had what you had

(plural)

I’m getting real close to selling my fuzzwar, at this point in life I have no one I’m close enough that would know what that would mean to me or even care but maya gave me that for my 19th brirthday, it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me ever

Jesus christ the way that asia argento looks at rip torn in marie Antoinette and just thinking about times in life when someone looked at you like that while touching your face

[lovedistrict]

Hey, this might be a bit of a weird one but I really don't have anyone I can tell.

I've been with my boyfriend since the start of 2020. We were both really happy together for ~2 years, then his habits I dislike started to peak out. He likes to promise, swear up and down that he will do a task that needs doing, and then never get around to it. I tested this with washing dishes and he never touched them, even when we had no clean ones left. He also tends to withhold information that makes him look bad. I didn't know until 1 1/2 years of dating and six months into living at our second apartment together that his parents were paying his portion of our rent money. He'd been spending all of his on gas and weed.

Seven months ago, we packed up our belongings and moved across the US to live closer to his family. We moved in with them and they seem really happy to have us around.

Especially his dad. He would regularly give his son a lot of spending money until his wife yelled at him to stop. He would regularly ask if we needed anything and if we did he would get it for us. We make our own money now but his dad still likes to see if we want anything.

My boyfriend still likes to spend most of his money on weed. When his parents send him out to get something for them he will almost always pocket the leftover money for himself, and I always feel pretty bad about that.

Recently his parents have been fighting. They're both stressed about other things and have had a hard time getting along. On a night that his wife worked, I spent time in their backyard talking with his dad, mostly just letting him vent. It seemed like he needed it.

He started talking about how kind and caring he thinks I am, saying i'm like a daughter he never had. How he likes having me around. How if they got divorced, he would move out and still let me live with him. Things like that.

When the conversation died down, he was just staring at me and smiling. When I went to turn in for the night I gave him a hug and he hugged me back and kissed me on the cheek. It felt like he didn't want to let go. He was pretty drunk but that's somewhat normal for him most nights.

I'll admit my boyfriend's dad is really attractive. He exhibits behaviors that I wish his son had, which definitely influences my feelings towards him. I've had a major spike in my feelings for him since that night and find myself kind of hovering in areas in the house I know he frequently sits.

Any advice?

Hi. So. From what you said I got the idea that maybe you’re not really into your boyfriend as you were in the past. The things you mentioned gave me the idea that you don’t admire him as a man anymore. So I think maybe you should first think this over because it’s just not worth it to be with someone who you don’t really want to be with. It’s wasting time and it’s also not right.

About his dad. Since you’ve mentioned he has some qualities you wish your boyfriend had, I got the impression that maybe you think you’re into him but it’s just the idea of being with a man who doesn’t behave like a boy. Maybe it’s not really him that you want, but a man that’s mature and will have all these other qualities your boyfriend doesn’t have. The way he treated you doesn’t necessarily mean he’s attracted to you. But really just seeing you as the daughter he never had and being happy his son—who he made pretty obvious he loves—is with you. Especially since he was drunk.

Overall I think you should realize if you still want to be with your boyfriend or not. That’s more important.

His dad’s married and married people tend to go through some phases when they argue a lot. It doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll divorce. Even if he said so. Also. You don’t want to be the one to break up a family, right?

I’m sorry. I’m really not sure what to say.

Hope I could help you. Wish you the best.

[yakumtsaki]

Thanks to my well-honed sim cockblocking reflexes, I put a stop to this nonsense before it escalated further, and now we’re gonna pretend it never happened! You hear me, sluts?? ENOUGH. 

-Don’t worry babe, that moron can barely keep us alive, let alone keep us apart!

Sophito I can’t even express how sick I am of your bullshit. Why don’t you just explain to us how a relationship with Eliza would work given your LTW, because I’d love to hear it.

-I’d figure it out!!

The only thing you’d be figuring out is how to survive massive blood loss after she cut your dick off, ok? Eliza is no Don, she’d take that rose of amnesia and stab you in the eye with it.

Speaking of Don, Sugar is determined to out-simp his father as he is about to kill both himself and Claire by hypothermia because he won’t stop hugging her long enough for them to get inside. 

-Oh darling, I can think of nothing better than staying here forever, embracing in the rain next to objects that tend to get hit by lighting!

You might have noticed a lack of Sugar the last few updates and it’s because ever since he won Claire’s heart he’s come down with a terrible case of Shajar Former Incel Syndrome. Remember when she finally got with Sophie and her entire personality disappeared because all she did was follow Soph around waiting to woohoo with her?? Well it’s time for round 2!

Our grades last semester were straight up embarrassing and we’re tittering on being broke again, mainly thanks to the 3 fortune aspiration douchebags and their delusional expensive wants, so it’s time to do the unthinkable: study.

-Ya, I don’t know how effective it is to be studying during June’s party?

Well Sugar, you of all people managed to cuck someone so clearly nothing is impossible around here.

Look how productive everyone is being! 

-Goddamn it, how do I insert a check for $5000 in this paper without ruining the formatting? You know what, I’ll just attach it in the email. 

ARE YOU BRIBING THE PROFESSORS. IS THAT WHERE ALL OUR MONEY IS GOING

-Of course I am, how do you think I keep getting A+s without ever studying?

I assumed you were a brainchad like Sophito??

-Ya, Sophito has been attaching his nudes instead of checks. 

Of course he has! 

What fresh hell is this, what is this rando feud?

-I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU AND YOUR FELLOW FORTUNE ASSHOLES, REGINALD, STOP WASTING ALL OUR SCHOLARSHIP MONEY ON RUGS AND COKE -Not just rugs and coke, June, also sculptures! -I DON’T CARE. JUST GO BANG YOUR OLD LADY AND LEAVE OUR MONEY ALONE

-Oh Erik, finally you can move in and bring all your cash with you!  -Well I do have like 1k in household funds! -HAHA- wait, you’re serious? YOU ONLY HAVE 1K?? -I sure do!

Erik what the fuck, even the llama brought more with him when he moved in.

-I’m only a freshman! And my entire bio is about wanting to be a starving artist! 

WANTING TO BE A WHAT NOW?? JUNE WE’VE BEEN BAMBOOZLED. I thought we were getting a boring, dependable John Burb type and instead we got Darren Dreamer, fuck.

-Oh, you broke, beautiful idiot, I’m so into you right now!

June.. istg. Frankly Erik as a marriage prospect is starting to feel barely above the nephew obsession-

-CASE IN POINT. ERIK WTF

-You didn’t check my personality panel before moving me in?

I SURE DIDN’T

-2 neat points :)

Fuck my life. Let’s just move on..

..Our party is going incredibly as usual!

-FUCK YOU, STACY, HOW DARE YOU PLATONICALLY INTERACT WITH SOPHITO IN FRONT OF ME

-FUCK YOU TOO, SOPHITO, I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU AT ALL AND I NEVER WONDER IF WE’RE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER SOMETIMES WHEN I CAN’T SLEEP 

Can you people not be completely deranged for the duration of one (1) party?

Istg I can’t leave these flops unattended for more than a minute. REGINALD STOP BONDING WITH EVERY CREEPY PROFESSOR THAT CROSSES YOUR PATH

-Thank you, 00s Emo-Haired Professor, this is very flattering but I’m already in a committed relationship with your colleague, Geriatric Half-Alien Professor.  -Oh my, I’m so sorry! I’d never violate the Professor Dibs On Students Honor Code!

Ok ya, party over, everyone fuck off.

-Hi Stacy, what the hell are you doing? 

God’s work, that’s what she’s doing. Don’t let them bang, Stac, stay where you are! 

-Hey, genius, if we do the ‘shoo’ action she’s hardcoded to leave.

Fuck you, Eliza, I’m bringing reinforcements..

..HA. COCKBLOCK ACHIEVED ONCE AGAIN. Have fun, you two!

And you two I’m not letting out of my sight.

-You can’t win against me, Liz, my grandpa started teaching me chess as soon as I fell out of my mom on the bathroom floor. -Classiest birth your family has ever seen. -Both your dads wanted to marry into my family. -Wanted to marry in so badly they cheated on your grandpa with each other and he had to marry his third choice.

HEY. Wyatt wasn’t our third choice! (He totally was.)

-Well thank God you’re marrying Wilfred who’s always been your first choice! -Absolutely he is, he doesn’t at all bore my tits off. In fact, I’m gonna go wake him up right now and have loud sex with him and you can stay here, being a hoe who’s bad at chess. -Ok, have fun! -Oh, I will!

WELP I TRIED.

-Sophito, I feel our undefinable toxic relationship is gonna be a disaster for everyone involved.  -I know, isn’t it great? :D

[randomperson351]

Comic book store (Part 2) - BH

Summary: Billy's concern for Max when she is late leaving the comic book store could lead him to the best decision of his life.

Note: ~~~~ means time skip.

Do not repost or rewrite any of my works. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked.

Masterlist

Part 1

~~~~ The next morning. ~~~~

It was another quiet morning at the comic book shop, but Inanna's mind span with worry about Max from the day before. She was on the front desk this morning, looking over the shop while the other employees restocked the shelves and the regulars were in scouting for the new releases before anyone else.

The doorbell chimed as someone walked in, making her move her gaze to find Billy. She could feel her face drop into a scowl as she watched him approach her hesitantly.

"Hi." He began hesitantly as he reached the desk she was stood behind.

"Hello. Anything you need?" She asked him curtly, deciding to just treat him like a customer instead of a shithead step-brother with anger problems.

"Uh yeah, Max mentioned you were holding some comic books for her to buy. I was wondering whether I could have some of them."

Inanna held his gaze for a while, crossing her legs and what seemed like analysing him; all Billy could do was stand there and hope she said yes since he really needed to get back on talking terms with Max and fast before his dad noticed.

"Why?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Why do you want some of Max's comic books? You've never taken an interest before and I somehow doubt you've gotten into X-Men overnight, you don't strike me as the type."

"I just...need some of them. Please." Billy tried explaining himself without telling her his plan to win Max back.

"Why?"

"Look if you're not going to let me have any of them then just tell me so I can stop wasting time here and go somewhere else." Billy told her at the end of his wits. He didn't have a lot of time before he needed to go and pick her up from the arcade.

Inanna looked him up and down with sharp eyes before responding. "Wait here." She left him at the front desk for a moment, leaving to the backroom before coming back with a handful of books.

"How many do you want?"

"How many can I get for 20 bucks?"

"10, 2 each." She replied. "Which ones do you want?"

"Which ones do you recommend?" Billy asked being completely clueless about the world of comics. Inanna almost felt sorry for how clueless he was, and decided to take pity on him.

"She loves these-" She handed a set of five to him- "and these ones. Give them both to her and she'll be so happy she could hug you."

Billy took the stack and handed over his twenty dollars. "Thank you Inanna."

"Well, it's my job." She countered, taking his money and putting it in the cash register.

"No, not just that. For taking Max in yesterday and making sure she was okay. I know I can be a really, colossally shit brother and if she didn't have you, she wouldn't have anyone, so thank you for being one of the only people she can rely on in this deadbeat town."

Inanna didn't know what to say. She felt minorly uncomfortable at Billy's outburst as she kept her eyes down and thought about what she should say.

"You're welcome, but there's nothing stopping you from being someone she can rely on too. It doesn't take much, just communication and patience. Try it, trust me. Then maybe you two wouldn't be arguing so much."

"Thanks." Billy said again, giving her a nod and taking his leave to his car parked just outside. He put the books down on the passenger seat and started his way over to the arcade where he knew it was almost time to pick Max up.

He had just pulled up and was sat outside waiting, choosing to hide the comic books he'd just bought in his glovebox so that they'd be a surprise for Max when they got home. Right on time the redhead reluctantly stormed out of the arcade in her usual way and flung the door open to Billy's car, sliding in the seat and gently closing the door.

Max chose not to initiate conversation considering Billy usually had his music up so loud she could barely hear anything anyway, but today he didn't even have it on. Billy slightly tilted his head over to look at his step sister, but revealed nothing about how her silence was eating him alive with regret, guilt and nerves, having learned to mask what he's feeling from fear of his father.

Billy sat up a bit straighter and started the car, veering off the pavement and onto the road at too high of a speed but not caring all too much.

"Arcade busy?" He asked her curtly, tightening his hands on the steering wheel as he waited for a response.

"No more than normal." Max replied in an equally short tone but with a hint of curiosity at why her douche of a step brother was suddenly engaging her in conversation when normally he couldn't wait to be away from her.

Sensing Max's confusion over his actions, Billy tried to cover it up by being more like the version of him that she knew. "Cause you're actually out on time today."

"I know you have things you'd rather do than take me to and from the arcade all the time so just do them and I'll skate home and tell mum you picked me up if it's such a burden for you." Max quipped, having enough of hearing Billy complain all the time about how she's late and hanging around the 'wrong people' and stopping him from seeing his friends; however that was not the direction Billy wanted to go in.

"Yeah I know I can go and do what I want to you little shit, I don't need your permission." He retorted without really thinking through his response.

"Good."

"Fine."

The car lapsed into an uncomfortable silence much like the day before, neither sibling looking at or talking to each other, Billy focused his energy on driving and Max kept as far over her side of the seat as she could and looked out the window at the blurry trees, giving her a sense of calm in the constant storm of her step brother.

After what seemed like an excruciatingly long drive home, the two siblings arrived and as always, Max took off into the house as fast as she could without waiting for Billy. But today, that is what Billy wanted.

He reached across once he saw Max go inside and opened the glovebox, putting his hand in and taking the stack of books out. Billy leisurely stepped out of his car, swinging his door shut when he heard shouting coming from inside the house.

In confusion and a spike of butterflies that swarmed in his stomach, Billy hid the comic books in his school bag that he kept in his car and hurriedly made his way inside to see what was going on.

"Look I'm sorry okay, I was busy!" Billy heard Max shout from the kitchen as he opened the front door. He closed it as quietly as he could and slowly made his way to the source of the commotion.

"Busy doing what? Hanging around people you know you damn well shouldn't be? Or is it that group of boys you're always around becoming a bad influence?" Chills ran down Billy's spine as he turned the corner and saw it was his dad arguing with Max.

"They aren't a bad influence, I just forgot okay?" Max retorted. Billy walked around and came into full view to see what was going on. Max had forgotten to do her chores for the day because she was at the arcade for so long, and Billy took the back way home by accident which made the journey home take longer.

"This is not acceptable Maxine, and you know it! When I ask for something to be done, I expect it to be done!" Neil kept screaming at Max, getting closer to her with each word and stopped directly before her, using his height as an advantage and looking down at her.

"You disobeyed me Max." Neil said quietly, which, if anything, was scarier than him shouting.

Billy flinched slightly as soon as those words left his father's mouth knowing he'd said the exact same words to Max before.

"Do you want to know how I get people to obey me? Ask Billy." Neil jolted his head to where Billy was stood behind Max in the doorway, but Max didn't move.

"Punishment has always proven effective-"

"Dad." Billy tried to stop him, not wanting what happened to him to happen to Max. She wouldn't be able to take it, she was so much smaller than Billy, and younger.

Neil grabbed Max's jacket and pushed her against the wall, like he'd done to Billy many times before, and kept an iron grip on her.

"Dad stop!" Billy exclaimed, taking a step forward but at the same time feeling frozen. He couldn't even bring himself to look at Max's terrified face, knowing he'd be useless if he did.

Max tried to pry her step father's fingers off but instead he took her wrist and twisted it so that she couldn't move.

"You will do everyone's chores for the rest of this week, you will go to school and walk straight home, no skateboard, no arcade and most importantly, no comic books."

"Dad, I can still drive her home." Billy tried something but to no avail.

"No Billy, you will drive Max to school and then she will walk home, no matter the weather or the weight of her bag. And she will follow these rules, because if she doesn't she will be getting more punishments for each rule she breaks. I think that's fair, isn't it Max?" Neil turned his head to Max who was on the verge of tears and waited for her to nod her head, which she did eventually.

"No dinner for you tonight. You haven't earned it." Neil finished, letting Max go and watching passively as she ran to her room with her skateboard and slammed the door shut.

Billy didn't know what to do. He knew he couldn't tell his dad not to do those things to Max because of the state he'd end up in, but Neil has never done anything like this to Billy. He hit him yes, but he was still fed and never did his chores.

"Go Billy, dinner is ready in twenty minutes." Neil dismissed him, turning back to the cooker and stirring whatever he'd made.

Billy stepped back and made his way to his room, the silence of it meaning he could hear Max's wails through the walls. He considered calling Inanna but figured she wouldn't pick up because she was working and wasn't at home, not that he even knew her number.

Perhaps Susan would help Max, she is her daughter after all. But the answer to that came when she arrived home a few minutes later and was more concerned about the food than she was about her own daughter.

Dinner came fast and Billy sat uncomfortably next to his dad, facing Max's empty seat and picking through his food while Neil and Susan chatted about something stupid.

Max still hadn't come out of her room after dinner was finished. She had stayed locked in there since she got home and was led on her bed, crying silently and holding her burning wrist as she wished for her dad back in California. She would've climbed out to see Inanna, but Neil put a lock on the outside that she didn't know how to undo, so she was stuck inside, clinging on to her memories of the California sun and waves that she could go to when she needed to get away.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on her door, but she paid no mind to them considering none of her supposed 'family' even tried to stick up for her. If they wanted her out of their sights so badly then she'd do exactly that and stay out of them.

The knocking kept coming though, until finally Max had had enough.

"Go away!"

"Please open the door Max." Billy's voice came softly through the door, surprising Max.

"No." She said quietly, turning on her side and facing away from the door.

"Alright then." Billy responded quietly, letting Max think he'd walked away when actually he'd gone to get a pin from his room to pick the lock. Billy knelt down and fiddled with the pin a little, at last hearing the click he was looking for to signify he'd successfully unlocked her door. Slowly, he twisted her door handle and let himself in to see her led facing away from him.

"Max?" He said gently so he wouldn't spook her. She lurched from her led down position and flung her head in his direction.

"What did I just say, get out! I don't want to see any of you ever again, just leave me alone! Go away!" She screamed at him, but he kept advancing towards her nonetheless.

"Max just calm down. Calm down! Stop it, stop, come here. Come on, that's it, just calm down." Billy advanced towards her and pulled her into him as he sat on the edge of her bed and she was wrapped in his arms, pressed tightly to his chest. She cried loudly and clung to his arms as he rocked the two of them back and forth.

"It's okay, lie down now." He coaxed, letting her go and standing to shut her door so their parents couldn't interrupt the moment. Billy came back over to where Max had led and sat on the edge of her bed, one hand reaching into her hair to comb it out of her face and the other holding her hands tightly to try and comfort her.

"Easy kiddo, its okay, you're alright. You're okay." Billy calmed her down, stroking his hand down through her red hair and shushing her every now and again whenever her cries picked back up.

"You feel a bit better now?" He asked once Max had calmed herself to sniffles.

"A little I guess." She murmured, her voice cracking from all the hours of crying. Billy noticed the way her wrist was red and purple from earlier and beckoned Max into her bathroom.

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up." He pulled her up gently from lying down and led her to sit up on the ledge next to the sink, taking her hand and pulling her injured wrist towards him gently. Billy took Max's flannel that was draped over the side and ran it under the cold water, hoping to soothe the burn that was evident on her injury.

"Does it still hurt?"

Max nodded in response, sniffling a little once the rough material hit her wrist, making it sting and flare up slightly. Billy tried to clean it as quickly and painlessly as possible, not wasting any time before wringing out the cloth and putting it under the tap again to wipe Max's face of the dried tears and snot that was left from her crying fit.

Billy left the bathroom so Max could change into her pyjamas and went to get the food he'd sneaked from his dinner and the comic books he'd bought from Inanna to try and cheer her up, even if it was only a little bit.

When he re-entered her room, she was sat on her bed with one of her old, but favourite, comic books in her hand, flicking through it aimlessly.

"Why're you looking through that old thing?" Billy asked her teasingly, going to sit next to her on her bed.

"I don't have any new ones you moron." She quipped, feeling a little better.

"Who says?"

"Your dad."

Billy shook his head and reached behind him, pulling out the comic books and presenting them to Max, secretly loving the way it made her eyes widen with both shock and glee. He went to hand them over but before she could take them pulled them out of her grasp and fixed her with a stern look.

"Now, lets make one thing perfectly clear. I don't know about these if you don't."

"Know about what?" Max asked playing along, making Billy nod his head and had them over, along with the food he'd snuck out for her.

"Billy, I really appreciate you doing this for me, but I don't have anything to give you in return." Max told him through a mouthful of food, the poor girl was starving.

"Oh yes you have." He said with a suspicious look in his eyes that had Max slightly on edge.

"What?" She asked hesitantly, making Billy grin.

"You know that girl at the comic book store, Inanna?"

~~~~ The morning after. ~~~~

"Inanna!" A voice exclaimed excitedly, jolting her from a semi-sleep state.

"Max!" Inanna said just as excitedly, coming round from behind the shelves she was restocking and bending straight down to give the redhead a hug. "Oh my god, are you okay? I feel like I haven't seen you in so long! Are you in trouble? Is it Billy again?" She rushed out all at once, feeling the rising panic she had for the child come to a brink and disappear all at once when she saw her stood in front of her.

"I'm fine! Promise." Max giggled at Inanna's outburst.

"Wh-what happened to your wrist?" She asked, looking down at Max's arm and seeing the angry red mark left there by her step father. "Did Billy do that? I swear to God I'm gonna kick his fucking teeth in." She threatened, walking back to the front desk to see the one and only stood there smug as ever.

Just as she was about to lay into Billy, Max came into her view and stood in front of him.

"Inanna! Billy didn't do it, my step dad did. Billy cleaned it and bought me some more comic books to have. He's not a bad guy, I promise." Max insisted. "In fact, he has something he'd like to ask you." She hinted, turning around to look at Billy before scurrying off to see the new merchandise.

"Well?" Inanna prompted, crossing her arms and walking behind the desk.

"Uh I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the movies tonight...with me." Billy asked almost shyly, something that rarely happens. Inanna squinted her eyes at him questioningly.

"What's the catch?" She asked, knowing that Billy Hargrove would never ask a girl on a date unless he wanted something in return.

"Nothing. Just a thank you for taking care of Max." He said, holding his hands out in front of him in a surrender motion to add certainty to his words.

"Alright Hargrove, you've got one chance. Don't waste it."

~~~~Three months later. ~~~~

"Billy stop!" Inanna told him through laughs. He'd woken up early and since he didn't have a shift at the pool and instead of sleeping the morning away, he decided to go and visit her on her early morning shift at the comic book store.

Ever since that first date at the movies they'd practically been inseparable. Inanna actually saw Billy as his own person, not 'the annoying step-brother', and needless to say she liked what she saw a lot. That being said, there were many other things that definitely aided the bonding between the two.

The first thing being Inanna's closeness to Max before Billy even knew who she was, the two therefore already had a good foundation and now that Inanna was dating Billy, the girls were practically sisters; because of that foundation, Billy's dad and step-mother took to her in an instant having heard good things from Max prior to Billy.

"I can't help it, you're too good to leave alone." Billy's voice was muffled by her hair as he engulfed her in a loving embrace from behind, making her scoff and his heart flutter from the sound shortly after. She turned to face him after stacking the last comic book and wrapped her arms around his neck, still managing to make his stomach turn with butterflies when she gave him the semi-chastising look with a little smirk she was giving him now.

"Billy, my shift is over in ten little minutes. That's all. I'm sure you can wait that long." She told him in a patronizing voice, almost teasing him.

"That's the thing, I can't wait that long, I need you now." He continued whining, pulling back from the hug but leaving his hands around her waist so he could keep her close while he swayed them from side to side. "Just imagine; you and me, my room, cuddled up under the covers, basking in the warm sunlight coming through the curtains, hmm? I put clean sheets on my bed last night."

Inanna hummed, content with the image Billy placed in her head, eyes closing softly to bask in his words, wishing for them to come true. "That does sound nice, I must admit." She spoke gently.

"What are you waiting for then love? How much damage will a couple of minutes do to your...sterling reputation? Just come with me and we can do whatever you want, I promise."

Inanna's final straw broke and she gave into his pleas instantly, leaving his arms to clock out and racing him out to his car, driving down the roads at much too fast of a speed but being too desperate to live out that fantasy to care.