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christhopersturniolo · 2 months

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summary: matt leaves the podcast because of his brother's jokes, and y/n comforts him.

warnings: cussing, sad, fluff

notes: this fanfic was a request! also english is not my first language so im sorry about any mistake

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The day with the Triplets has been a little stressful, specially for Matt. Each time he spoke, his brothers would joke saying that he was being way too ‘depressed’ and ‘miserable’. Or Nick would always answer with ‘Yeah, yeah nobody wants to hear about that shit’.

Now, after they invited me to their podcast, here I am, sitting next to my boyfriend, holding his hand gently.

As Chris and Nick keep talking over their brother, calling him ‘Miserable Matt’ I could see him getting more annoyed, his eyes watering, and it feels like I'm the only one seeing his discomfort.

I don’t really know what to do, cause obviously his brothers are just joking, and I'm not sure how to intervene without making things awkward.

They keep teasing him over and over.

“I'm not going to sit here for like another 55 minutes or some shit.” Matt’s voice getting slowly lower.

“What? What was that? That mumble? I can’t understand you.” The older triplet mocks him, but he tries to ignore it. “Ok go ahead-“

“Now you are ‘mumble Matt’ too” Chris laughs after Nick’s comment. “It's like I can't even understand what you are saying, sounds like rocks rolling down a hill, your voice”

I try to end the conversation "Can we just-" Before I can finish, Chris and Nick burst into laughter "Can we start the podcast?" I try again, but Matt lets out a heavy sigh.

Nick continues “it literally sounds like an avalanch coming out of your mouth” Matt gets up aggressively, starting to leave the room “I’m not doing this shit anymore.”

“Oh come on Matt!” Chris says chucking. They laugh some more as I just think of what to do. I get up from my seat, hurrying after him “Hey.. Matt..” I begin, attempting to catch his attention. However, before I could reach him, he gets in his room, and slams the door in my face, leaving me standing outside. I'm sure this is not just about the stupid jokes they were making.

I hesitate for a moment before making any move, thinking if I should open the door, i’m sorry, but I can't just ignore the urge to check on him.

With a deep breath, I reach out and calmly push the door open. Inside, I find Matt lying on his bed, his face buried in his pillow, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Can we talk love?” I say quietly closing the door behind me.

He lifts his head, his eyes red and puffy, his expression a mixture of sadness and anger. "What do you want?" His voice defensive.

Ignoring his tone, I move closer and sit on the bed.

With a gentle touch, I reach out and place my hand on his back, offering a silent gesture of comfort. For a moment, we sit in silence, until I interrupt it.

“Can you tell me what has been going on lately?” I ask softly, my voice filled with concern.

“Nothings going on” He sniffs, still with his face in the pillow “I’m fine” His voice barely above a whisper.

I shake my head, not trusting his words. "You don't seem fine to me" He stays silent, I take a deep breath.

I adjust my position, leaning against the headboard of the bed. I decide to take a different approach instead of talking “Come here..” I pat the spot next to me, in sign for him to come closer “Let's just cuddle for a bit."

He completely stops acting rude in the moment I suggest it, Matt scoots closer, laying his head on my chest, his arms around my waist. I stroke his smooth brown hair. I kiss the top of his head. We stay like this for some good ten minutes.

He presses his face into the crook of my neck and whispers with a shaky voice “I’m just so fucked up..”

Gently, I cupped his cheeks, lifting his head from my neck, making him look into my eyes “Matt.. Why do you say that?”

"I just.. I don't know" He admits. "I'm just so fucking exhausted of feeling like this all the time..”

I sigh, I hate seeing him in this state. “Since when do you feel like that?” I wait patiently for Matt's response, he looks away.

“I don’t know.. For some long time now.. I guess I've been trying to push it away, but it just keeps coming back, over and over.” As he spoke, I could see the pain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I couldn't see it sooner babe.." I whisper, reaching out to gently brush away his tears. "I should have known something was wrong." I kiss his forehead.

He shakes his head "It's not your fault" He murmurs "I don’t want you to worry"

I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. "But I do worry, Matt" I confess softly. "I care about you more than anything."

He buries his face deeper into my chest. "I love you so much.." He whispers, his voice muffled by the fabric of my shirt.

"I love you too.." I whisper back in his ear, squeezing him tightly.

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sorry this is so short 😭😭

tags: @muwapsturniolo

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inkskinned · 8 months

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we heard that you were very disappointed in us both as a generation and specifically as a generation of women (emphasis yours), how we had let ourselves go and now we were slutty and ill-tempered and holding onto notions of feminism like "having a savings account" and "equality."

we were very sorry about it, we didn't realize. it is very hard for you, in your life, because your entire definition was centered around the word providing, and that's a really vague and undulating word. it is hard to be a provider. for your purposes, the word provider here can be defined as "having a job", although it sometimes also extends to "doing yard work", "grilling on occasion," and "knowing basic car anatomy."

we had to do some reading but we divided it out. do not worry. high-value women will fill in the rest of the gaps of your life - all those silly feminine things like doing the dishes. we didn't realize we had asked too much when we asked you to pick up after yourself. we did not realize you were rendered small and scared and crying about the possibility of doing the laundry. here is a joke to lighten the sentiment: a man that listens when you talk to him.

we heard about how we had fallen from glory and it sickened us and made us very, very sad. lindsey had to cut all her hair off and tara threw up. we lit one million candles and we are going to have a vigil about it tonight. all of the people in this world that you do not approve of are going to be there and we will all be in mourning colors because we have lost your respect which is of course the only thing that any of us were looking for.

we searched around our bedrooms and our closets and for some of us it took a while but we all found the pricetag that we were originally born with, the one that gave our listing offer, the one that smells like rot and pine needles. we were horrified because many of us had taken deductions and hadn't realized it. i had scraped my knees and decided to be a lesbian so they had to take my voicebox out so i could never call home again. janice had been with too many people overall so we had to put her into the big squisher that will hopefully collapse her walls so that when you're with her, you'll feel so big and powerful. it will be like you're conquering something instead of being close with someone.

we are all going to the funeral of feminism and we will tear at our bodies and fall over ourselves. we will invite you onstage for a live recording of your podcast about the occasional minor inconvenience of self-reflection. you will talk about how we have targeted you and made you feel the sweat slick down your back, and we will teach you basic self-defense out of solidarity.

do not worry, we are seeing to all the outliers. taylor asked to be taken seriously so we have shipped her off to prison. laura asked you to accept her femininity regardless of her presentation. you will be happy to hear all women are now and forever going to have to be small and thin and pretty and white and ablebodied and quiet and unassuming and ladylike, which is different than how society has previously told us to act.

i am going to have to shave off my jawline, which is a little masculine, and they are going to have to reshape my hands, which are very square and thick - all the work i've done with them has made their veins stand out, so we're just going to have to exsanguinate me. i am horrified to have been out in public like this.

we are going to sit around the campfire and we will talk about being weird little girls that made potions in pink teacups. we will talk about the first time we made a difference. we will talk about the private lives of crickets, and then, at the stroke of three in the morning (the witching hour, obviously) - we will all promptly shut up.

and this will be your beautiful world. this silence that spans every corner of every street and every zoom meeting and every alley. i do not think you'll notice at first - it will be the same as every television show and movie and book. we will all just simply sit there in our doll dresses and smile blithely at your advances and none of us will do you the dishonor of answering and none of us will appear to be in distress and none of us will nag you or make a fuss or get hysterical about it. it will just be quiet, and you will say finally, some peace for once! and we will smell of smoke and our teeth will be white and the next day will come.

tonight we are going to bury the last little bits of our humanity. you are not invited. it is going to be ugly.

#spilled ink #warm up #sorry for going missing lol #my week in review:#got in trouble at work #for not being at work during non-working hours #then crashed my car within 2 hours of this #and then less than 24 hours after that #in the hospital with the flu #im okay now but ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #who put a fuckken curse on me #btw this rant is trans inclusive love u

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cherriesformatt · 2 months

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finding out || matt sturniolo part 1

matt x fem!reader

summary: you have a pregnancy scare and you take few tests while your boyfriend is working completely clueless

warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy, nearly panic attack, lots of emotions

word count: 966

a/n: thanks for reading! I was thinking if you like it maybe I could make another part :) also I only proofread it once so I hope there isn’t many mistakes!

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Matt, Chris and Nick were upstairs filming a new podcast episode. I was over at their house since Friday. That would make four days. I was feeling under the weather those past days and Matt told me to stay with them in case I would get sick and needed some help. The thing was I did not have a fever or sore throat. I was just feeling like crap and I was constantly annoyed.

Yesterday I snapped at Chris for basically nothing. He was just leaning on the counter opening his drink while I was making dinner for all of us. I yelled at him to start drinking water or else he would have kidney stones and told him to get out of my way.

"Bro are you on your period or what?" He asked putting his hands up for defense.

The thing was - I wasn't. That's what I relised after his comment.

Whole night I was stressing out and that was all I was thinking about. No period, feeling like crap, feeling sick and tired. I didn’t get any sleep that night.

The moment they told me they are going to film I knew I had like two hours to myself. I ordered door dash from CVS to the house and I impatiently waited for it to be delivered. I ruined my new gel nails by constantly picking on them from the stress and overthinking.

I got a notification from my phone that my order is here. I run downstairs to the front door to get it. I got my bag and closed the doors back. I went downstairs to Chris's bathroom to be as far from them as I could.

"Fuck" I said to myself putting four different pregnancy tests on the counter.

"Okay I can do this, right?" I looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked like a scare crow honestly. I didn't have any make up on, my hair wasn't fresh and I wore oversized set of fresh love that I found in Matt’s closet because I did not feel comfortable in my own clothes.

I released I forgot a cup so I ran back upstairs for a plastic cup and went back down.

I did what I had to do and put all of the tests into the cup and then I closed them and put them in one line back on the counter.

I cleaned up the cup and I realized I am shaking and tears are streaming down my face.

Because what are we going to do? Matt is not even 21 yet, making his dreams come true with his brothers and in peak of their career. I am constantly working and don't even always have great decisions for myself let alone to rise a decent human. I am great with kids, he is great with kids, but we do not even talked about this like ever. What the fuck, he is living here with his brothers, there is no place for a baby here.

"I can’t, I can’t do this" I stormed out of the bathroom and run upstairs.

Next thing I know is that everyone is staring at me while I froze on the top of the stairs in the middle of the podcast studio. I must have looked like a disaster because Nick stood up to hold my arm as I almost collapsed back down.

"wow wow... easy. Y/n what happend? What's wrong?" Nick holds me while I look into Matt's cancerned eyes as he stands up to take me from Nick’s arms.

"Matt..Matt I need you to come with me downstairs" I said.

My voice was shaky and my breath unsteady.

"Honey..." Matt stroked my back gently.

His brothers did not know what to say or do so they just gave us some space. I was glad this whole thing wasn't live out here because I knew I did put quite a show for the cameras.

He helped me walk down the stairs and while we were in the kitchen I pulled his arm to walk to the lower floor.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked me while we stopped by the bathroom doors.

I knew the tests were ready to look at and check. But I was too scared to look at them alone.

"Matt... just promised you won't be mad at me?" I looked at him and I do not even know why I asked him. I already knew he would not be mad at me. He was the best person I know.

"Whatever it is honey I would never be mad at you... I think I might know what is this about" He pushed my hair out of my face and kissed my temple. Of course he knew, he always does. He could read me like an open book.

"O-okay..." I took a deep breath, opened the door and pointed at the counter.

Matt bit his lip and took a deep breath as well.

"I just couldn't do it Matt... I need you to check them" I said and took a seat on the closed toilet.

Matt took all of them and just looked once but I already knew judging by his eyes. He put them back down and kneeled beside me.

"I want you to know that whatever you decide...I will be there y/n." He hugged me tight to his body.

"I love you so much... I am fucking scared shitless right now but as long as it is with you I know we can do this" He whispered in my neck.

I closed my eyes and just cried. I just wasn't ready of all of this. But in the same time I thought that this might be my missing piece.

In the world of boys he's a gentleman.

#Spotify #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt x reader #sturniolo fanfic

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normansnt · 2 months

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The prince pt.4

For @skyxqueen8 (:

Sorry it might be a bit short sorry for that but I think its good lemme know how you like it also SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT IMMA TRY AND BE FASTER🫡

Warnings: reader gets beaten up, mentions of Alastor torturing

"Alastor I'll be fine, I truly don't want to bother you I see you're busy."

You tried your best to convince Alastor to let you go out alone. Now, usually he would, of course he knew how powerful you were you are the prince of hell after all, the fact that you don't like to use your powers doesn't hinder you much you use them when you're in danger.

But there have been headlines about you two dating. Vox's doing no doubt, and with the amount of people that Alastor managed to piss off during his years in hell it's really not safe for you out there.

"My dear, how could I ever be busy for you?" He asked baffled as he took a hold of your hand to stop you from leaving.

You turned around and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

"My love, I will be just fine I can handle myself. I know the news has been full with us dating but to be fair that puts you in more danger than me, who wouldn't want to hold the kings son's lover for ransom?"

You argued back.

And you had a point, Alastor thought.

"Very well then, dear, however do not forget your radio remember you just turn it on and I shall be there as quick as possible."

You kissed him again and then smiled.

"Yes, I know"

He got you a pocket radio when he first saw the news. So whenever you need him you can just turn it to the channel you knew is his and hell be there in a second (idk lets just pretend).

You really weren't going out for anything special, you just wanted to get coffee with your dad like you do every week.

But the people who Alastor has pissed off didn't care much about where you were going they just wanted to make the fucker pay for what he has done. These were the sharks that Mimzy screwed over and Alastor had to clean her mess up. However during that clean up he kinda ate the boss's son and the boss was not please.

You could take on some annoying sharks really, but they attacked sudden. From the dark. While you were listening to music. So there really wasn't much you could do.

They showed you into an alley and started to beat you up with all sorts of junk they could find. You tried to reach the radio but when they showed you to the ground it broke.

This was when you decided to not play the part of helpless little prince waiting for his knight and used your powers to at least scare them away from you, you didn't have strength left to do anything else.

When you stood up, painfully, you reached for the pocket radio Alastor gave you, at least, for the parts of it.

"Fucking assholes" you liked that radio, you listened to Alastors podcast on it.

You knew you couldn't go see your dad in the state you were in you'd just worry him so you headed back home.

It was a hard journey with all the pain you were in but you managed.

You knew Alastor had things to do so you hoped he wouldn't be home. You didn't want to worry him.

"And who, pray tell, hurt my gorgeous little deer in such ways?" You heard the voice of your boyfriend from behind you as you entered your shared quarters.

"AHH, Fuck, Alastor I-I thought you wouldn't be-"

"Answer the question, please"

His voice was different. And as he exited from the shadows you saw that his voice was not the only thing different.

He wasn't smiling. He had a collected expression on his face, a terrifying calmness. You knew it wasn't directed at you.

He walked over to you and put his hand on your bloody cheek. He stroked your cheek with his thumb while you nestled into the warmness of his palm.

"You know those, sharks, that came here after Mimzy?" You asked him. His thumb stopped.

"Mimzy?" His voice was overly static barely audible.

"No, its not her-"

"I will be back soon" he said still overly static. And with that he left, not without leaving his shadow with you to patch you up.

"Shit" you mumbled. You wondered if you should have said anything.

Alastor's shadow made you sit down, and started tending to your wounds.

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You woke up at 3 am to the ruckus of Alastor coming into you guys's room.

"Alastor" you whispered.

He was bloody all over as he halted on his way to the bathroom.

"Why are you up, darling?" He asked.

You could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

"What happened."

"Ah-ah-ah dear, I asked the question first." He tried to make the situation lighter.

"Its hard to sleep when your boyfriend is out hell knows where or doing what." You answered with just a hint of anger in your voice.

You took a breath and sighed.

"Your turn"

"Well...dear I don't think you wish to hear the details I know you are not particularly fond of violence, lets just say, I have plenty of new voices for my broadcast, these are going to be longer sessions however, these filths are getting the extra special treatment."

He answered slowly, trying not to anger you further.

You were trying to keep up the strong facade but you just ended your falling into his arms mumbling how worried you were. He hugged you back tightly, holding you to his body.

"I'm sorry, my darling, no harm shall ever befall you under my eye again." He mumbled into your hair.

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In the following weeks all everyone could talk about was how the sessions on radio demons podcast have gotten hours long, just screams for hours, this has never happened someone must have really pissed him off. From then on, Alastor stayed true to his word, no one dared to lay a finger on you.

#male reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel x male reader #male y/n #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin alastor x reader

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honeytonedhottie · 3 months

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embodying the wellness girlie aesthetic⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

i rly love the pink pilates princess aesthetic so i thought i'd make a post on some habits that i've incorporated that rly fit this aesthetic. and improve my wellness in general.

THE PLAYLIST : for the pink pilates princess aesthetic i rly love to listen to music that makes me feel like a doll~ so the playlist aspect of this post is totally customizable and just suited to however u wanna feel. i listen to a lot of twice and sabrina carpenter when i work out. but listening to music just elevates the experience

THE NUTRITION : u dont have to do a complete 180 in the things that u consume, instead start implementing little by little, foods and drinks that'll improve ur health. bcuz u glow differently when ur glowing not only from the outside but the inside as well

kombucha - i totally recommend trying it if u haven't before. its kind of carbonated and u can get it in any flavors. kombucha in a nutshell is tea thats been fermented. it heals ur gut and contains lots of probiotics which are good for ur body in general

drink tea - drinking tea daily is so so so good for you. if ur a bit intimidated by tea start off with a tea 99% of people enjoy, spearmint/peppermint tea. idk many people who DONT like spearmint tea. its just an easy tea to enjoy and its RLY good for ur skin and ur body.

smoothies - look up smoothie recipes online! smoothies are so yummy and customizable so if u dont wanna directly consume ur veggies, you can get them in through a drink! its revolutionary. my go-to is strawberry and banana, bcuz its not only delicious and good for me, but its also pink which is the main reason

eat more salads, açai bowls, eat ur oats, drink ur smoothies and of course dont forget ur matcha

supplements - u can find wellness vitamins or supplements virtually anywhere. a brand that i rly recommend is ollie. im taking their hair skin and nails vitamins and they're lovely.

THE EXERCISE : if u go to youtube and look up follow along pilates workouts u can find SO many. use ur resources guys! if u try pilates and it isnt rly ur thing, try dance workouts or workouts for songs. try a workout challenge. working out doesn't have to be dull. the key is to find something that u enjoy doing and doing it consistently

SELF CARE : ofc the pink pilates princess prioritizes her self care time~ self care is just a good habit to incorporate period bcuz of the massive benefits on ur mental + physical + emotional state

do a face mask - hydrate ur skin guys

get ur nails done - the classic pink pilates princess nails are pale pinks and french tips

take a bubble bath - invest in a high quality bath bomb or bubble mixture that smells nice

invest in a gua sha

start oiling ur hair and putting in hair masks to keep ur hair healthy

write out what ur grateful for (self care isnt only physical)

GOING FOR WALKS : going for walks is amazing. walking improves cardiovascular health and reduces the chances of heart disease and strokes. i love to go for walks and listen to music or a podcast. just make sure that your walking in a safe space or with someone that u trust, especially if ur alone (stay safe <3) going for walks also helps clear ur thoughts!!

ATTIRE : buy clothes that make u feel cute and that make u feel good whilst working out! i like to wear a lot of pink when working out~ when i type pink pilates princess inspired outfits into pinterest i see a lot with leg warmers too! i think that having a cute outfit to workout in motivates u a lot to actually perform the actions and embody the wellness girlie aesthetic. cuz when u look the part -> u feel the part

and last but not least ENJOY urself and romanticize it, have fun <3

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stirthewaters · 1 year

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I Love You

SUMMARY: After being somewhat neglected by Wednesday, you head to the library, deciding on self harm to make sure that you won't remember, and you won't feel anything.

WARNINGS: Angst, self harm, descriptions of gore, mentions of suicide, attempted suicide, trauma, child abuse

A/N: SEND IN THEM REQUESTS! Personally I think this story concludes itself but if you guys want more than lmk

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You can tell that your mental health isn't doing so good.

Normally you're feeling good; spending time with your friend group and your girlfriend, listening to music, and taking walks in the evening (even though it's past curfew).

You're a pretty nice person; not over the top with giggles and smiles, but you know what makes you happy and you're comfortable pursuing those things; your friends, Enid, Yoko, Ajax, etc, they make you happy. And of course, your girlfriend, the Wednesday Addams.

When the raven-haired girl arrived at Nevermore, it didn't take long for you to realize that you had completely fallen head over heels for her; her brooding and mysterious personality held you captive, not to mention the fact that she was simply stunning.

The two of you had become friends, having a sharing of horror novels and scary movies, and after a couple times of going to her dorm to watch a new horror film you hadn't seen yet, after a couple of times of her coming over to your dorm to listen to a new rock album, you admitted your feelings, and to your surprise, she had returned them; albeit a bit hesitantly and stiffly.

But lately, the Hyde had been taking up more and more of your girlfriends time; every afternoon instead of hanging out with you, the raven-haired girl would trek out into the forest in search of clues, and by the time she returned to your dorm, you were asleep.

And sure, you knew that being in a relationship with Wednesday meant that she would be a bit rusty; she had said so herself; more or less that is. When you had confessed your feelings, she had told you that she was currently deep in a case, and that she couldn't be very committed to you, but you had shrugged it off.

And you knew that you had been warned about it, but the fact that aside from school you were hardly seeing your own girlfriend was starting to sting, and knowing that you didn't have any excuse, you'd been starting to feel worse and worse as time crawled by.

So even you have to admit that you're not doing great.

Your routine itself is starting to get repetitive and draining;

Get up in the morning.

Head to class

Finish school for the day

Hang with friends

Go back to dorm for movie with Wednesday

Repeat

Except for scratch the second to last bit; that wasn't really happening anymore.

You've been starting to skip hanging out with Enid; what you truly longed for was the hesitant touch of your girlfriend as you watched a movie, one hand around your shoulder, the other stroking your hair.

So you've been taking time to yourself; which admittedly wasn't the best idea for someone with a bad view of themselves and draining mental health, and spending your time in the library.

At first it was fun; you'd dance to the music that you have on your iPod, or listen to a podcast while drawing; but the activity itself has gone dull, and you're starting to feel depressed.

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After school, you head for Ophelia Hall. At this point, it's instinct, except for the noticeable differences in your attitude and appearance. Your steps are heavier, your hood pulled over your head, and your typical perky expression is nowhere to be found.

You hesitate when you arrive at the door to Wednesday and Enid's dorm. You can hear muffled voices inside; they're arguing. Now normally you would be expecting this; the roommates arguments never tend to be too serious; but this time you hear your name slipping in and out of the conversation.

"You could at least spend one night with her!" Enid. She seems noticeably upset.

"She understands why I can't. I'm too deep in the case to take a break," Wednesday snarks back.

"You don't know everything about her, Wednesday. She's acting different lately," Enid snaps. "As someone who actually tries to spend time with her, I would know."

Turning on your heel, you head for the library. Of course, she assumes that you're fine. Wednesday doesn't do emotions. But it stings to see that your girlfriend is dismissing how you're feeling. Feeling tightness clawing at your chest, your footsteps becoming brisker as you hurry to get to the library before you start crying; you hate crying.

Once in the library, you feel your head aching as you want the feeling out. You want to feel nothing. You'd try to commit suicide, but you know you're not brave enough for that. You bury yourself in the farthest corner of the room, causing two vampires to scuttle away.

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"Come on, can we at least just have dinner together or something?" You plead to your father, who sits on the couch, bottle of beer in his hand as he scowls at the TV facing him. "Get out of the way, I'm trying to watch my show," he snaps, gesturing angrily with his hands. "Some father you are," you scoff, turning on your heel to leave.

"What was that, young lady?" Your father growls, grabbing the hem of your shirt to yank you backward. "I said you're a bad father. Want me to repeat?" You snap, anger broiling. Your father stands, expression crude and menacing. "Say that again," he growls. Too angry and bitter to hold back, you attempt to push him away, but he grabs your hands and shoves you backwards and into the wall, sending multiple picture frames shattering to the floor.

You look at your hands in horror as blood begins to flow. Angry and scared, you pull yourself to your feet, trying to back away, but your father continues to advance, lifting his fist to swing.

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Snapped into reality, you realize that you've been breathing so hard that you're light headed, and your cheeks are wet. You shake your head. Crying is bad.

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"Stop crying for God's sake, it's really getting on my nerves," your father snaps at you, flicking on the light switch in your room. "Crying is for the weak. Crying is for babies. Got that? Are you a baby?" He growls, glaring at your crying form in bed. Wiping your tears, you shake your head, trying not to let your watering eyes overflow. He slams the door closed, turning off the light, and you wrap yourself in your blankets, sobbing silently, trying desperately not to let your clawing fear get the better of you.

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You need these feelings out. Out. You want to feel nothing. You're not worth loving. You are weak, you are pathetic. You shakily open your backpack, taking out a long glinting hunk of metal; a pocketknife.

Ignoring the pain, you let out a shaky laugh in spite of yourself as you dig the blade under your skin, dragging it along the length of your arm. The cut, although not deep, ranges from your wrist to your elbow, and you smile at the sight of the blood dripping from it; it's so pretty. You dip your finger into the blood, smearing it all over your hand as you marvel at the sheer beauty of the color itself.

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Wednesday knows. She knows. After her heated discussion with Enid, she realized that she had been an unfaithful girlfriend, and she wanted to kick herself. Sure, she wasn't the best at detecting others emotions, but even she had to admit that she was being negligent, and hadn't taken the time to notice the change in your behavior.

So instead of mapping out the woods to execute the location of the Hyde, she decides to find you and perhaps take a walk instead; something that you've been asking to do for a while.

"Where's Y/N?" Wednesday asks when she finds Enid and your group of friends in the quad. This is where she expected you to be, and she's a bit surprised that you aren't.

"Finally taking my advice, hmm bestie?" Enid grins at her.

"I don't have time for games. Where is she?" Wednesday rolls her eyes. Enid shrugs.

"I'd check the library. She's been going there more often."

Wednesday turns on her heel, not bothering to thank her, and strides quickly for the library.

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By the time you've found the pain pretty much unbearable, you have a museum of different cuts up and down your arm, and you're holding back tears. Somehow it's having the opposite affect of what you've intended. On the bright side, you now have a pool of that beautiful blood surrounding you as you sit on the floor, breaths shallow with the effort of suppressing your emotions.

When you hear the clomping of boots entering the library; you're positive it's a hallucination, and you look up with a loose and tired smile to see Wednesday standing in front of you, her typical deadpan expression replaced with one of shock.

"Hey Wens," you giggle, clearly affected by the amount of blood you've lost. "Come to kiss me?"

She drops to her knees, looking at you. She looks angry, but her eyes are glistening with tears as she rips out part of her sleeve to start making a tourniquet.

"You foolish idiot," she mumbles harshly, "why would you do this to yourself?"

You laugh again, voice slurred.

"I miss you Wednesday. Like I realllllyyy miss you. But I can't complain because complaining is for weakness," you're starting to become dizzy, mixing up reality with memory.

"Don't close your eyes," Wednesday spits, hauling you to your feet. "If you die, I will kill you."

Unable to stand, you look at her with another tired smile.

"Love you..." you groan, head swimming as you see Wednesday shout something unintelligible, pitched abruptly into darkness as a tear slips from your eye.

Wednesday is furious with you, and, though she will never admit it, scared. What kind of an idiot decides to hide in a library to harm themselves? If she had ever expected self harm from you, she would've assumed it would be in a secluded part of Nevermore.

As she carries your limp body through the halls toward the nurse, she glances anxiously at you as she plows through the crowd; this is all her fault and she knows it. Students stand and gawk at your form trailing blood as she races into the nurses office.

"Fix her," she chokes out. "Now."

As the nurse gets to work bandaging your scarred and bloody arms, she sits anxiously in a chair she dragged up beside the cot they laid you in, glancing back and forth between the heart monitor and you, holding your hand as she strokes it softly with her thumb, angry with herself for being so ignorant.

She knew that you had been hesitant to tell her about your past before, but at this point she's going to have to get you to admit what. After knowing so much about psychology all these years, she can tell that you're either doing this for attention or doing this for some other reason; and the latter seams more reasonable for you.

Nights and days go by. The nurses start making less frequent checks, assuring her that you'll be fine. She can't help but wait anxiously for you to wake up, eating only when Enid and Ajax come with food for her since she refuses to leave your side.

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When you wake, you're greeted with the sight of Wednesday sitting beside you, looking at you with anxious eyes. You smile wearily.

"Hey Wednesday."

#wednesday addams #wednesday series #wednesday x reader #wednesday #jenna ortega x reader #self harm

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#soundcloud #different strokes podcast #welcome to the culture #dj envy #MDV #Black Buisness #Chin Check #Why Fi Dat #chance the rapper #top boy #bratz #dad jokes #maca root #virtue signaling #pound town #Youtube

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mr2drink · 1 year

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(Different Strokes Podcast !!!)

#SoundCloud #music #Different Strokes Podcast !!!#ThumbThumb #SpyKids #JillScott #Afterhours

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yallfavblkgirl · 1 year

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𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏®, 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐱𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➜ you, connie, jean, and sasha go on a road trip but the drive is longer than expected and connie can’t stop himself from touching you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➜ neck kissing, jerking off, smoking while driving, and nipple play. i’m sorry if i missed anything!!

road trip~ you were in the backseat with connie, jean and sasha sat in the front. “jean! how long do we have until we get there?” sasha whined as she passed the blunt to you. connie pulled the blanket over you guys, “DAMN! JEAN CAN YOU TURNED THE AIR OFF?!” connie yelled as you almost choked on the smoke from laughing.

“CAN YALL SHUT THE HELL UP?! FINNA TURN THIS WHOLE CAR AROUND!” jean yelled and the whole car went silent, he turned off the air conditioning and focused back on the road. “thank you jean.” you said and connie start laughing as he grabbed the blunt from between your fingers.

jean pulled into the gas station, him and sasha went into the gas station as you and connie stayed in the car. connie looked at you as he put his hands on your waist, “tryna do a little quickie?” connie asked you with a smirk, “boy no, this is jean’s car.” you laughed. connie pulled you closer to him and started kissing your neck, you let out soft moans as you held connie head down to deep the kisses on your neck.

connie hands trailed up your shirt, you didn’t have a bra on so it was easy access. connie immediately started playing with your nipples, making you moan even louder, “con baby you gotta st-mmm.” you couldn’t even get done with your sentence without moaning.

then you heard sasha yelling from inside the car so you immediately pushed connie away from you and moved back to the another of the car. you heard jean open the car door on the passenger side, “my lord! we almost spent 100$ in the gas station because of this bitch.” jean said as sasha had 5 different bags in her hands. “jean! who you callin a bitch cuz the last time i checked you were getting pegged by mikasa.” sasha said, jean looked at her with a flustered look.

you and connie looked at each other before you two bust out laughing. “JEAN YOU GOT FUCKED BY MIKASA!?” connie laughed, “me personally jean i would not let her do me like that but that’s just me.” you joked making connie laugh harder.

some time after, connie was sleeping and you were just listening to brent faiyaz that was playing in the car. sasha fell asleep after eating all that food and jean had airpods in so he could hear his podcast. “baby,” connie tapped on you and you turned your body towards him, “i thought you were sleeping.” you whispered to him and connie smirked at you.

“you can’t sleep, you all over my mind diosa (goddess).” connie said and grabbed your hand. “can i?” connie asked you and you just nodded because you were so caught up in the moment and you wanted connie just as bad. connie put her hand down his pants so you started stroking his dick, you rubbed his tip causing him to moan. “mmm you so beautiful ma.” connie moaned out as you continue to rubbing. you started rubbing faster, “i’m finna cum.” connie told you and you smirked, “i want you to cum on my hand.” you whispered to connie.

you ended up having connie’s cum all over your hand, you brought your hand to your mouth and licked the cum off your hand. connie started breathing heavily, “damn.” connie breathed out and you got on his lap and you two started kissing. jean looked in the review mirror and saw you two making out, “nasty bitches.” he whispered to himself.

𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏, y’all i’m working on a bunch of stuff for y’all but mainly i’ve been working on more anime stuff. 🤭

#connie x black reader #connie springer #aot fanfiction #aot imagines #black reader #x black reader #sasha braus #jean kirschstein

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The Avatar Wiki newsletter has published the final portion of their earlier Q & A last year with Janet Varney, Korra's VA .

Questions after the cut.

What is your favorite Korra battle scene and the change that it brought to the world? Oh you know I can never pick just one favorite! But if I have to pick one for now, I think for sheer intensity, I might have to pick the big Zaheer scene, which I’m not even really thinking about the world impact more than even just the impact on Korra and where it takes us all… the journey afterwards… the PTS… Toph… clarifying her feelings for Asami…

If you weren't Korra’s VA, which character(s) in the show would you want to voice instead? It’s funny, it’s like even though we all know you aren’t asking me to take someone else’s job, the knee-jerk response is to be like “Nooooo! I couldn’t replace anyone! I love everyone too much!” But in a multiverse where we’re all just… maybe swapping roles? I might grab Bolin or Varrick!

Who would you pick as Korra’s VA if it wasn’t you? Thank goodness this would never be up to me in real life- I could never choose between all of the phenomenal VAs out there! That said, I’m kind of obsessed with all the ladies on one of my all-time favorite shows, “Reservation Dogs…”

What is something you have come to appreciate more about the original series while rewatching it for the podcast? Great question! Just when you thought you couldn’t appreciate something more… you watch it one more time, and every “one more time” you love it even more. I think an easy answer would be how much Dante and I appreciate “The Great Divide.” Especially after a recent conversation we had with a certain author about a certain history in that episode that may have influenced a certain book or two…

How are you feeling about talking about Korra on Braving the Elements? Does it feel different than talking about ATLA? Honestly? So far, it doesn’t feel like it will be that different, because anytime I watch Korra, I get so immersed in the story, I basically forget I was in it. But how much Dante might get to tease me about little things like I tease him about Zuko? Now THAT could change things. LOL!

What is the process of planning and recording episodes like? It’s pretty involved, tbh! For a recap ep, I rewatch the episode in question at least three times. You know I like to see what Avatar Wiki has to say! I consult the art book and all the dvd commentary (luckily Nickelodeon made all the commentary/bts stuff available to me, which is great!). I think about the themes of the episode and what kind of guest would be really fun and why. And writing the outline really cements the episode for me in new and interesting ways. And then Dante and our guests STILL manage to blow my mind with their own insights!

Did you know about the spiritual arc that Korra was going to have in Season 4, or when and how did you learn about her bisexuality during production? I knew some broad strokes, but Bryke/the whole amazing team did a good job of keeping us in the moment, episode-by-episode. I can’t remember exactly when Bryke told Seychelle and me about Korrasami, but it was definitely one of the things we knew before it actually happened. And we were both so, so happy!

How do you think Korra grew from her relationship with Mako and the lessons she learned that contributed to a healthy relationship with Asami? Good old Mako. This was a relationship I recognized so well from my own teenage years, and my friends.’ So combine that it was in some ways a very classic teenage relationship with the Avatar circumstances on top of that, and it’s kind of hard to see how it would succeed. But at the same time— who’s to say what “succeeding” or “success” means? What if that relationship was a complete success in that it lasted exactly as long as it was supposed to, and helped Korra and Mako both see what they would really be looking for in a relationship going forward? Plus, it was a success in that she and Mako were ultimately able to love and support each other as dear friends, and that’s a beautiful outcome.

Do you miss and enjoy voicing Korra for as long as you have? Here’s the thing- I don’t know what my answer would be if I *didn’t* get to keep talking about both series (and all the other media in the Avatarverse!) at conventions with fellow fans and with Dante and everyone on the podcast. But because I get to live in the Avatarverse through those things, I honestly haven’t thought about “missing” doing the actual show. Please, everyone, just let me keep nerding out on Avatar forever, and I’ll be happy! ;)

#interview #lok #legend of korra #tlok #the legend of korra

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do you have any take in how connor's and shiv's interaction with politics differs? when connor gets into politics he runs himself, when shiv does she approaches it as a behind the scenes job where she gains power without being in the limelight and being less tied to a specific politician. shiv's thing I see as her trying to replicate the way her father influences politics i am not sure if connor's is the same?

heavily agree with your reading of shiv. i think her political career is one of her most loganish tendencies—like you said, it's all about exerting power behind the scenes and imposing her will on the world. it's funny that logan sees politics as the end product ("politics is what comes out the asshole") and thinks his media mogul antics are at the front end ("wouldn't you rather be feeding the horse"), because shiv sees it the other way around: she gets to help select the candidates and determine who's actually in power before people like her father get involved. of course they're both right in some ways (it's a dialectical process or whatever), but the point is they both engage with politics because they have similar goals and desires.

connor does politics differently because he has, frankly, a very unsophisticated understanding of how power works. remember he had that line to willa about wanting to start a podcast on napoleonic history—to me that line, and his general napoleon fixation, signal that he basically buys into 'great man history', a 19th-century approach that explains world history as being made by the heroic, genius actions of a few extraordinary individuals. it's a top-down approach that excludes any marginalised, working, or ordinary people from the narrative, and emphasises eg kings, generals, presidents, etc. no one serious does history this way anymore (literally this is exactly what leo tolstoy was criticising in the historical commentary chapters of 'war and peace') and it's a perfect way of showing how stupid connor's napoleon fetish is.

so connor wants to run for president both because he wants the ego-stroke of 300mil people kneeling and saluting to him, and because he genuinely does think that as president, he would be a big powerful genius man who could do whatever he wanted and change the world forever and seal his legacy in stone. like, it's terrifying obviously, but also honestly just hilarious. literally the politics understanding of a child.

#the spilling of good seed

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this extremely cute bit from nate on sid from the ray and dregs hockey podcast (from about 28:40ish)

Q: You work out with Sid. He's got this amazing engine, like I just can't believe how good he is at 35 years old. He seems to reinvent himself all the time. I love seeing how he's kind of run the edges off himself too. He just looks like he enjoys it more. Do you see that? Is that something you can take from him because you guys are so similar in the way you run. It's really pretty interesting to me.

A: Yeah, I don't want to put words in his mouth or anything but he's the most competitive guy. Way more competitive than me even. He thinks everything so detailed, through. He's such an amazing guy to be around. He's got so much- You just want to follow him anywhere he goes. He's got that aura around him.

But I definitely think, like you said, he's just enjoying it. In the summers he's always looking for different ways to get better. He's always pushing Andy O'Brien to- Like, his workouts are so hard. They're so hard, even compared to mine. I know we have different bodies but mine will be like 50 to an hour, his will be like an hour 45. He's 35 years old, just getting rinsed every day. And he loves it! Like, you're insane man, what's wrong with you? But he's just a freak and he's so mentally strong he can handle it.

He enjoys it and I think... I'm not in Pittsburgh with him obviously but he loves to have fun, he loves to laugh. People don't really see that but he's a very happy guy and I think in his late 20s, he might have felt some pressure or whatever. But after that '16 cup I think he's really enjoyed his career even more. Like I said, you have to enjoy it because it goes quick.

Q: So you guys aren't playing golf for fun, right? Somebody's trying to win, right?

A: I'm a little better but, you know Sid...

Q: Is he grinding you for strokes?

A: Yeah, he'll say he's a ten then he'll shoot at 77 and I'm like, you're a joke. You're a joke. I hate you.

#excuse me? is he GRINDING YOU FOR STROKES?#okay then #as a nongolfer i have no idea what that means but it sounds hornee so good for you #sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #nathan mackinnon #colorado avalanche #hockey

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It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. And such an obvious solution! This place was basically her dream apartment, but it required two flatmates to make it affordable. Chris wanted to get out of his noisy basement room, Ev was making their first big move away from their pack and they were both worried about finding anyone that would want to live with them. It was perfect! Because surely all that stuff about vampires and werewolves being at each other’s throats was just prejudiced nonsense and of course two of the people that liked her most would also like each other.

At least, that was what two-months-ago Yule had thought. Present-day Yule had very different thoughts on the matter. Not so much about the prejudice stuff, not even about the liking each other stuff, but very much about this being a good idea.

“Oh my god, Yule, he’s going to hate me forever,” Ev groaned on Wednesday, lying face first on Yule’s bed.

“No he won’t.”

“He will.” Ev let out a suffering growl. “He was so upset over his socks being gone!”

“Just his left socks,” Yule hummed, as if that should be any consolation. “Which you didn’t know was a thing for vampires, and he did leave them lying around in the bathroom. You were trying to be nice, doing laundry for us all. I appreciated it.”

Ev was capable of sounding very much like a sad puppy. “He already didn’t like me,” they mumble unhappily into the pillow.

“That’s not true, Ev.”

“Is too. Whenever it’s anywhere near full moon he just avoids me.”

“Not on purpose I’m sure. He likes you fine, Ev, I promise. He’s just…not used to living with people.”

“People like me, you mean.”

“People that aren’t dead, I mean,” Yule said deliberately. She sat down on the edge of her bed and stroked through her friend’s wild hair. That, at least, could always be depended upon to make them feel better.

There were no such shortcuts with Chris. Which was a pity, because Yule really thought she needed some.

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“It’s absolutely mortifying. What must they think of me,” Chris lamented on Monday.

“I can tell you what they think. They think that you didn’t realise werewolves could hear high frequencies in music.”

“I woke them up. In the middle of the night.”

“Ev is up in the middle of the night all the time, Chris.”

“It is the principle of the thing!”

Yule sighed. “Will you at least sit down instead of hovering on the doorstep? I’ve asked you inside several times.”

“I’m not hovering.”

“You are, just not literally. Please sit down.”

Chris took a single, uncomfortable step into the room. “…there is no other seat than your bed.”

Oh bless him. Yule moved from her desk chair to her bed. “There.”

“Thank you.” It was incredible how prim and proper he managed to sit on a swivelling chair. Surely that was something he must have absorbed from other vampires. Chris wasn’t that old.

Yule gave him an encouraging smile. “Ev won’t hold it against you, I’m certain.”

He let out a miserable sigh. “I had hoped to improve their opinion of me, not worsen it.”

No, not this again. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“Surely you’ve noticed they disappear whenever I’ve fed. They can’t even stand to look at me.”

“Chris, Ev eats unspeakable things every month. I promise you they’re not squeamish about blood.”

Judging from Chris’ expression that was not at all comforting and probably meant, in his mind, that Ev was only squeamish about him. But that was a conversation Yule was absolutely not ready to have.

“So,” she said, rising from her bed with determined energy. “How have you been getting on with that podcast idea where you sarcastically review biographies of people you knew?”

She really needed to work on her list of distracting topics, or she’d never make it through the week.

[Read the whole pining disaster on AO3.]

#and they were flatmates #laura drabbles #vampire/werewolf

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