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silvervioletvalentine · 9 months

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🖤Long story short…it was the wrong guy!🖤

Pairing: Trevor zegras x Cherrie! / Quinn Hughes x Cherrie!

Word count: 10k (I have a problem k)

Summary : in which long story short he was the wrong guy. -or Trevor thinks back to times when he should have realised that he was never the one. Because best friends don’t look at each other like they do.

Warnings- angst. Like , heartbreak for trev. A tiny bit of fluff at the end? Depends how you see it I guess. A bit of a different story than usual, wanted to try my hand at writing more angst. I want to write a oneshot for Crosby next but I have no idea about what. Hopefully inspiration will hit me in the face because I miss writing like I used to so easily!! Anyways lemme know what u think please. U guys up for more angst or nah? 👀Xoxo

Trevor thought that maybe he had been in denial about his relationship with Cherrie for a while now , unable to believe that what everybody was telling him could be true . Refusing to see what was right in front of him all along , the red flags waving and all the clues were set out in Stone for him to see.

But he looked away each and every time because Cherrie was so fucking beautiful and Trevor wanted to be her boyfriend , wanted to her call her his girl.

But was she ever his really?

It shouldn't have taken as long as it did for him to see the truth. For him to take off his rose coloured glasses and moved past the gaze of her beauty and his foolish hope . To see that her eyes doesn't look for him like his did for her. To realise that his friends were right.

It took Jamie coming over to him one Saturday while they were at the lake house , sat beside Jack as the sun started to set. Beers all around as they chatted between each other , tired from the day of hanging out and just having fun while they could .

It had been a good day , he called it. Refused to think about the fact that his girlfriend had hardly even spoken to him since the summer began , the only time that he got her to himself was when the lights went out and Quinn went to sleep. The she snuck back into their room to join him, let him kiss her like he had wanted to everyday.

But she was too busy with her best friend and Trevor was busy trying not to see the looks his friends were giving him, pushing away the uneasy thoughts and doubt that crept in each time he saw them together.

Then Jamie winced sympathetically and patted his shoulder , handing him a beer . Oblivious.

"I can't believe how well you're taking this." Jamie spoke in amazement , getting both of their attention.

Trevor more than confused as they both followed his gaze down to see his friend looking down to the lake , to where Cherrie and Quinn were messing about together .

Both had Big grins on their faces as they splashed at each other in the water , Cherie squealing with laughter as he hoisted her up into his arms , her arms sliding around his neck as she giggled loudly , Quinn beaming up at her as he spun her around . Laughing as she clung to him , threatening him not to drop her. Everybody knowing that he wouldn't dare. He clung tighter to her instead. Eyes never leaving her pretty face .

"I know breakups are hard man. It's gotta suck-" he slowly trailed off when he looked back over to see Trevor frowning at him , looking more than confused at him, while Jack just hid his grin behind his bottle of beer. Shaking his head at poor Jamie slowly.

"What?" Trevor looked at him like he was insane.

"we're not broken up? What the hell are you talking about dude?" He forced out a laughed . Acting like everything was completely fine and normal.

Tearing his eyes away from his girlfriend on Quinn's shoulders now, refusing to watch the way he clung onto her bare, wet thighs and the way she gripped onto his waist with her legs. More than comfortable with each other, something that came from years of friendship and love.

Jamie blinked like an owl at him. Lips parting in disbelief as he flickered his eyes between Quinn and Cherrie messing about in the water together , then back to a scowling Trevor and face palming Jack.

"Oh." Was all he could get out , shocked .

He then laughed awkwardly , slowly nodding his head. "Sorry. I just thought-" he glanced over just in time to see Quinn push her wet hair away from her face gently , softly stroking at the sunburn over her cheeks .

His eyes widened incredulously . "Never mind ." He mumbled .

Patting trevors shoulder again, this time in silent pity before quickly making his Leave. Not wanting to be the one to explain what he was currently thinking . He didn't want to be the one to break it to him. No way.

Trevor felt a surge of irritation hit him, hearing his girlfriend sweet giggle and Quinn's low laugh as held her .

He scoffed , gripping his beer bottle tighter between his fingers .

"Why the hell does everybody think that?" He snapped. Sick of it.

Jack slowly turned his head to look at him like he was insane , brows furrowing in disbelief at how stupid his friend could possibly be.

He scoffed at him incredulously "dude come on..." he nudged him, trying to get him to admit it. To get him to see what everybody else did.

When Trevor just looked back at him blankly , refusing to even look in their direction .

Jack sighed long and hard, deciding then that he was going to have to be the one to uncomfortably break it to him.

He shifted on his seat with a grimace , cursing out his brother a thousand times in his mind. Wishing that he didn't have to do this, but it was getting harder and harder to watch. Getting more difficult to ignore .

Because Trevor was a good guy and he was his friend after all. But Quinn was also his brother and Cherrie was also his friend.

So it put him in a sticky position, of not wanting to pick sides but also wanting to bash all three of their heads together to get them to see what was right in front of them. Knowing in him That this really wasn't going to end well.

Somebody was going to have their heart broken and Jack had a feeling that it wasn't going to be Cherrie.

He looked at Trevor and sighed "I didn't want to be the one to have to have this conversation with you but ...I can't just not say anything. You're going to get hurt man. I don't want you to..not like this." His eyes pleaded for him to make it easy for him and just say he understood.

But Trevor was locked in a self induced game of denial, so he sipped his beer and glanced away. Scowling darkly .

"I don't know what you mean. We're fine." He denied Quickly. Fingers tapping against the bottle harder each time he heard them laugh together. Holding each other closer.

Jack shook his head , pursing his lips as he felt a surge of both sadness and anger for his friend. Just wishing that he would stop pretending .

He was stuck right in the middle wanting nobody to get hurt but knowing that the ending would be impossible for someone’s heart not to be broken. They were playing the long game and it hurt him to witness.

He was angry at Trevor for pretending to be so blind to what was playing out right in front of him.

He was angry at his brother for being such a fucking coward and pushing Cherrie straight into his friends awaiting arms. and he was angry at Cherrie for Leading Trevor on like this.

Jack hated it. Because he just wanted them all to be happy but he knew that none of them are going to be happy like this.

It was all so wrong .

He shook his head "look at her smiling right now Trevor." He determinedly pushed his friends head to force him to look at the scene playing out right in front of him to see.

Quinn was pulling her up onto the giant floaty , pulling her between his legs while she rung out her wet hair . Laughing at something he said , Quinn picking up some sunscreen and pulling her leg onto his lap as he gently rubbed it into her burning skin , eyes fondly watching her as she babbled away to him about something or other .

Trevor watched them, then swallowed his suddenly dry throat . "She's always smiling." He muttered , chest feeling heavy.

Jack nodded his head, pursed his lips and added "but you know who isn't?" He didn't give him a chance to guess. The answer was easy.

“My brother and look at him now!" He threw his arm in their direction, towards the beaming smile on his older brothers face as they chatted , in each other's personal space . Hands never far from her skin.

And Jack hated having to be the one to say it but, he just couldn't let this go on any further. It was getting ridiculous now.

"I mean , shit z! They look like more of a couple than you two do! They never leave each other’s sides and she only ever comes running to you when he can't be around! Come on man.." Jack was looking at him incredulously . It was so obvious to him.

But the truth was hard and Trevor just got angry instead . "she's allowed to have Friends! I don't know what you're getting at." He snapped at him, crossing his arms across his chest . Empty beer bottle tossed to the side in Annoyance . Not wanting to hear it.

Jack scoffed at him, not letting it go. "Yes you do! That's why you're getting so defensive right now. Because you know I’m right."' he shot right back at him . Just as annoyed at his refusal to listen to him.

"My brother has never been so fucking happy and you know who's making him smile like that?" He stuck to it even when Trevor glared at him and muttered for him to 'shut up' warningly .

"You're girlfriend." He told him bluntly , shaking his head. "Cherrie makes him happy. Genuinely . She always fucking has."

"So fucking what?" He spat at him angrily , heart pounding n his chest as the sinking feeling kicked in.

His eyes stinging "she's funny and she makes people happy. There's nothing wrong with that!"

Jack was getting angry now , looking at his friend in disbelief . Unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" He wanted to know. Confused and angry and done with it all.

"I know that you're not this stupid. And you're definitely not blind. This has been playing out right since the start man...she was his friend first and you..." he couldn't even finish his sentence before Trevor snapped again.

His face was desperate as he ran a hand through his hair angrily "I made sure that he was okay with it! I asked him if it was okay for me to go after her and he said he didn't care and to do whatever I wanted!" He butted in. He was not the bad guy here.

He knew how close Cherrie and Quinn were , knew the stories of how inseparable they were. But she was just so fucking beautiful and Trevor would have been an idiot not to shoot his shot when he found out that she was single and that Quinn was just a friend.

He had made sure to ask him, because he was a good guy. He had been drunk, they all had been. And Trevor could hardly take his eyes off of Cherrie that night as she danced with anyone and everyone , dressed in a tiny dress and a Hollywood smile on her face , he had been hooked .

So he asked Quinn if he could ask her out, and he had looked at him silently for a long moment before swallowing and muttering 'sure.' Not giving him much more of his time before he was making some excuse to leave. Leaving Him with the perfect position to slide in and accompany a confused and disappointed Cherrie when she asked him where Quinn had went.

"Home. Said he was bored and left." Trevor had told her with a charming grin. Love struck.

He had missed the way her smile had fell and the way she swallowed and let out a small 'oh'. Then he asked her out and her eyes had lingered on where Quinn had been sitting before telling him yes. Then the rest was history.

Jack groaned in Annoyance , head in his hands. His brother was an idiot .

“Yeah well, he's a fucking liar! Come on man, he's always been in love with her. And he's always been at the top of her list . Always. Just think back T. You know it's true." He pleaded with him.

So he did. And his heart broke to pieces .

He thought back to the day in March when he had arrived at her apartment after a long day of practice , wanting to just see his girlfriend and relax. Have quickie , some good food and get the hell to sleep.

Instead , as he walked through her door, he was met with the sight of Cherrie and Quinn sat crossed legged on her velvet couch . His girlfriend in between his spread legs , humming along to the movie on the tv while Quinn braided her hair , well, attempted to.

"It's only forever! It's not long at alllllll!" She sang out of tune loudly , leaning her head back against Quinn's shoulder to shoot him a cheesy grin. Serenading him on the couch , sounding absolutely nothing like bowie.

Trevor hovered by the doorframe for a moment as he watched them, putting his training bag down on the fooor with a slight frown. Having not realised that she had company , she hadn't told him.

He watched as Quinn chuckled at her dramatics , tugging on her hair on his hand a little to get her to lean back more , then he smacked the top of her forhead with his palm. Snickering when she gasped and send him a faux wounded look.

"You don't like my singing?" She pouted at him , letting him rest his arms around the front of her shoulders . Hugging her from behind as he leant back into the soft cushion on the couch , taking her body with him as she laid between his legs.

His eyes were glued to her singing lips as she continued to screech along to every single song that played on the labyrinth , doing her best to imitate them all. Terribly . But she was having fun and the smile on her face was so wide that Quinn felt his own smile begin to mirror hers .

Cheeks flushing a little with colour when she squeezed his cheeks between her fingers , head tilted back as she sang up to him without any embarrassment. Years of friendship solidifying the fact that there was no longer any shame between them.

She did and said whatever she wanted with Quinn , because she knew that his teasing was only ever from a place of love and humour. And that her stupidness was his own personal entertainment , and what was better than that?

"I think my ears are bleeding screechy." He told her with a shit eating grin on his face , easily dodging the slap coming his way.

He finished tying off the messy braid he had been working on as he laughed . Squeezing her to him fondly . "You're got the goblin voices down though. That's how you usually sound when you sing." He teased .

Cherrie gasped out a laugh , twisting in his arms to pinch at him. Grin too wide to be offended . "Hey!" She exclaimed , still not spotting Trevor by the doorway yet. Neither of them had, too far gone in their own little bubble to notice anything or anyone else. It had always been this way.

Their mothers had said that they got tunnel vision whenever they were together , needing to be physically pulled apart for them to listen to anybody else. It was like they went both blind and deaf, losing all senses when they were like this. Too lost in each other to care.

It had always been just Quinn and Cherrie, so adding a third party to the mix was strange and weird and not something that either of them were used to. And quite honestly , on Quinn's part, he wasn't keen on getting used to it anytime soon either.

And it wasn't that he didn't want Cherrie to be happy, because there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than to see her smile. But he just didn't like seeing her toothy smile being directed at anybody else but him.

He didn't like the ugly feeling it brought to his chest when she laughed at someone else’s jokes, he didn't like the way his stomach dropped when she told him that she had found someone. That she was dating again .

And Quinn hated it but mostly because he knew that this was his fault. He had been the one to give Trevor the go ahead in dating his best friend, he had practically encouraged it and pushed her straight into his arms by not saying a single thing.

He didn't tell her that he didn't want her with anybody but him, he didn't tell her that his heart was breaking each time he saw her kiss someone that wasn't him. He didn't tell her that she was his best friend but so much more than that at the same time. He didn't tell her that he was certain that she was his twin flame, his soulmate , both romantically and platonically. That She matched him in every way.

She made him so unbelievably happy . Because he loved her. He was in love with her. Always had been and always would be. Because it was Cherrie. It was just as simple as that. How could he not be? She was everything to him.

But he never told her that. Which was why he knew that he had no right to feel the ache in his chest or the jealousy in his blood just at the sight of them together.

Because he had done this. By being such a coward , too afraid to tell his best friend how he truly felt. His future was on the line. Because to him, Cherrie has always been in that picture. . Well, every picture in his mind. She was the starring role.

He saw them being best friends forever , even as he got down one knee. Even when he married her, when they had their own family . When he got his own happily ever after.

She was his. Because she has always been there and he had been Naive to think that he was the only one that pictured Cherrie in their future . That he was the only one that wanted to love her like that forever .

He had waited too damn long and now Trevor had beaten him to it. And Quinn had to listen to her tell him all about each and every date they went on together , about the first kiss, the first time they slept together . The first time Trevor had told her 'I love you'. Quinn had to sit there and hear it all, like his own personal punishment for not opening his mouth and telling her how he felt all these years ago.

And now he has lost her to fucking Trevor of all people and he had to face the consequences of his own cowardness.

But he wasn’t going to lose her . He wouldn't let himself . Or them . Or Trevor . Or anything or anyone else get in the way of who they were.

They are still the same Quinn and Cherrie that did everything together , that had no personal space and no boundaries between them. They are still them and Quinn would have to be happy with that.

For now.

Before Cherrie could open her mouth to resort back to him, they both jumped when Trevor finally made his presence known to them.

Scoffing loudly as he entered the front room, cherries eyed widening in shock as she placed a hand over her racing heart, not realising that he had come in at all.

"You're not seriously watching this shit again Cherrie?" Trevor groaned , rolling his eyes as soon as he spotted the movie that they were watching.

Quinn tensed up for a moment , brows furrowing as he saw cherries smile drop for a second bedroom she quickly masked it and let out a laugh instead , but he could tell that it wasn't the same laugh that she been giggling with him. It wasn't as genuine or as light , more strained and accepting instead.

"Hey! It's my comfort movie Trev! I love watching it." She reminded him as though everybody didn't already know about her obsession with it.

But she had been watching it repeatedly since she was a kid and it wasn't going to change how. She usually alternated between the labyrinth and the Addams family . She was a woman of taste after all.

Trevor snickered as he wandered into the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge . "And what to do you need comforting about?" He called to her in slight amusement .

Cherrie just sighed long and hard. Leaning her had back against Quinn's arm as she responded dramatically "life dude."

Quinn snorted , flicking at her forhead with his finger in amusement . He briefly looked up from her pretty face just as Trevor came back into the room, his eyes darting down to their position on the couch before arching his eyebrow at him.

Quinn just relaxed further into her , raising a brow straight back. He wasn't moving anytime soon.

"It's David Bowie In Tights". He stated like that was all Trevor needed to know . "She's never going to turn it off." He said.

Cherrie laughed , grinning at him as she levelled him with a look. "Don't put this all on me! You love it just as much as I do! You're the one that told me to put it on." She reminded him swiftly . Tucking her feet breath her to her more comfortable.

Quinn bashfully looked down at her hair instead of meeting her knowing eyes , fiddling with her braid he made .

“Cause I know it makes you feel better." He muttered quietly .

She looked at him for a long moment , taking in his scabbed nose that was still healing , his messy hair that was sticking out below his ears . Eyes trailing down to the sweatpants and her oversized hoodie that he was wearing .

Smiling a little at way they always ended up wearing each other's sweaters , even when they had they're own. Cherrie was certain that the reason most of her oversized hoodies had been going missing was because of him.

Both of them preferring to wear each other’s sweaters instead. It made her chest arm and she smiled .

"You make me feel better." She told him softly , honestly . Forgetting for a moment that they weren't alone and that her boyfriend was still in the room with them , watching their interaction with a frown on his face.

She added as an after thought "and you’re getting so much better at braiding now. I might make you do it for me all the time." She praised him , taking her braided hair out from his hand to admire his work.

She knew that he had been watching videos to learn how to do it for her after hearing her complain about how she hated doing her hair but hated having it straight down . Yet refusing to cut it.

So he had been learning how to French braid hair to make her happy. It was working . Quinn saw the soft smile on her Pretty face and blushed.

Trevors frown deepened . He coughed a little , feeling annoyed when both of their heads snapped over to him. Seeming to only then remember that he was even there at all.

Seeing his annoyed look, Cherrie gave him a smile "you want to watch it with us?" Having been trying to get Him to like her interests . But he just refused to bite. No matter how many times she begged him to watch her favourite Movie or listen to her favourite songs . He just wouldn't .

Quinn did.

Trevor scoffed out a laugh "fuck no. I can't watch this shit again. Not my thing." He said while leaning down to steal a kiss from her .

Deliberately deepening it for a moment for Quinn to see, narrowing his eyes at him a little when he finally pulled away.

Quinn's jaw was clenched as he stared straight ahead at the tv , kicking Trevor away from him seeing as he has to lean down onto his space to kiss Cherrie since she was still laid in his arms. Quinn wanted to kick the smug smirk Straight off his face , he really did.

"I'm gonna go play Xbox. Order me some takeout please? Quinn's paying." Trevor said with a smirk as he gave her one last kiss before moving away to head to her gaming room Instead.

Cherrie let out a disappointed sigh, watching him go with a small frown.

Quinn scoffing beneath his breath as him. "Fuckhead." He muttered moodily "I'm making sure they soak his pizza in pineapple." He said.

Cherrie looked at Him in amusement "he hates pineapple ." She replied. Letting him pull the fluffy blanket around them .

Quinn dimming the lights as he pulled her closer to him. Gently Stroking at the soft skin of her stomach where her shirt has ridden up with his thumb.

"Exactly." Was all he murmured . Grinning at her as he tucked her into his side. Pressing his lips against the side of his head, content that she was still there with him. Not leaving him at all.

"He's an idiot by the way." He commented quietly a few minutes later as they watched her favourite film "this is great." He told her in a mumble he, not looking at her. Grateful for darkness in the room so that she couldn't see the dark flush on his cheeks.

They grinned at each other and cuddled even closer on the couch . Forgetting that Trevor was even in the same apartment as them at all.

Then Trevor thinks back to the time when he had walked into another close scene of them, having become more accustomed to their closeness and weird moments together the longer that he dated her .

So He wasn't that surprised to find them in her bathroom Together , Quinn sat on a stool with Trevors girlfriend in front of him in just a tshirt, gold eye masks on her face as she held his face in her hands . Plucking his brows.

Trevor paused by the open door , sighing in exasperation as he looked at them. "What the hell are you two doing now?" He wondered. Getting their attention.

It was only Quinn that glanced at him, cheeks red as he sat still on the stool for her. Eyes warily eyeing Cherrie as she brought the tweezers closer to his eyes.

"Making him look pretty." Cherrie murmured in concentration . Tongue poking out between her teeth as she plucked some hairs , Quinn wincing like she had cut him.

Trevor laughed. Loudly . "You got magic baby?" He teased. Smirking at the unimpressed look Quinn immediately shot him.

"Fuck you! You're girlfriend thinks I'm pretty." Quinn shot back at him just as quick .

Trevor rolled his eyes "my girlfriend hugs wet dogs and thinks rats are cute. Her opinion can't be trusted." He said.

Cherrie shot him a glare over her shoulder at that, shaking her head at them. "And your girlfriend is right here. Shut up." She snapped at him before looking back down at Quinn.

Gently tilting his head to get a better angle , feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingers . His eyes flittering around her face, counting her freckles now that she was so close . He let out a slow , shaky breath.

"Keep still Q." She murmured to him softly "they're gonna look so good." She promised him.

Quinn just sighed , letting her do whatever she wanted to him. If she told him she wanted to shave his head he would let her. He never could say no to her.

"Just- just don’t make them too thin alright?" He muttered instead. Wincing at the pinching pain as she plucked some more.

Trevor shook his head in disbelief at them , leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched them .

“I can't believe you're letting her do this." He said to Quinn honestly.

Quinn didn't even glance at him as he answered in a mutter . "why not? Have you seen her brows? They're perfect and she does them herself. No better person to do it." Meaning it.

She always helped him take care of his appearance the best that she could, knowing how lazy he got with it. It was thanks to Cherrie that his hair was in nice condition at all. She had been the one to go out and get him some fancy shampoo and conditioner , making him do hair masks with her when she did one.

She trimmed his nails when she did her own, even painted them when she was bored. She was the reason he now had a skin care routine .

Having enjoyed the way that she would take her time and softly rub the lotions and creams into his skin, carefully showing him how to do it .

Yet he always complained to her that it didn't feel the same when he did it, grinning smugly to himself when the night would turn into a mini spat night for him instead. With him lying lazily against her pillows as she did his skincare for him, her hands gently rubbing in oils and creams until he was halfway asleep on her bed.

He loved it. So what? She was making him feel good and look good at the same time. He wasn't going to say no to that. He wasn't that fragile in his own masculinity, thank god.

He Liked her doing his nails and his hair, liked her making him all soft and pretty. Simple because it made her happy and that made him happy In return.

Cherrie grinned down at him, pushing his cheeks together until his lips puckered as she cooed down at him . Flattered. "Awww! Thank you." She finished off his brows quickly. Nudging Him over to the mirror to take a look.

"Alright weirdos." Trevor took this time to slide in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he tucked his face into her neck. Sighing happily as he gave her a firm squeeze.

"We still on for tonight baby?" He checked in with her lowly .

Kissing down her neck as he pulled her close to him making her sigh quietly. Eyes fluttering closed as his hand slid beneath her shirt to rub at her hips gently. Teasing her .

“Italian food and Netflix in bed?" He pulled away to wiggle his eye brows at her suggestively .

Turning her body around to face him , her back now to Quinn as he watched them through the mirror l with a scowl on his face . Blood burning and heart aching.

Quinn diverted his eyes as soon as he saw Trevors hand wander to her ass in the reflection , catching sight of the way he squeezed and slapped at it playfully , rocking her hips shamelessly into his as he kissed her. Not caring that he was there.

Cherrie was giggling against his lips, blushing a little at the attention . "Sure. Can't wait." She mumbled into the kiss, getting lost in the feeling of being kissed for a moment .

Moaning a little as she felt his hand slid between her legs teasingly , titling her head back with his free hand as he sucked at her neck, leaning his mark for Quinn to see .

"So good for me huh?" Trevor murmured smugly as he teased her, lifting his head to make eye contact with Quinn through the mirror.

The tension rising in two different ways as the older hockey player glared back at him hatefully , Trevor feeling smug for a moment that she was finally Paying him attention like she should have been.

"You two make me sick." Quinn snapped while turning around. Sick of seeing them. Sick of seeing Trevor hands on her soft skin , touching her in ways he could only dream of.

But most of all he hated that it was his fault for wasting his chance. Hating the way that it could have been him taking her back to her room, pinning her ahinst her bed as he fucked her loudly for everyone to hear.

But instead it was Trevor that got to do that now and Quinn had to suffer through the night , grinding his teeth as he laid in the spare bedroom to her own room.

Hearing her bed frame big off the wall over and over again . His eyes squeezed shut in both anger , jealousy and shame as he listened to her getting fucked by Trevor. Her moans Loud as she screamed his name , her crys and whimpers making him hard as he clenched his jaw. Blocking out Trevors grunts and his stupid voice calling her a slut and demanding her to tell him who fucked her this good.

And when she moaned 'you do.' Quinn pretended that it was him she was fucking. That it was him she was sucking off. That it was him she was cumming around that night .

He kept his eyes tightly closed , his heart pounding in his chest as he wrapped his fist around his rock hard cock and jacked himself off to the sound of her screams in the room next door. Rutting into his hand frantically as he clenched his teeth together painfully as he heard her scream , begging to be fucked harder .

Hating that it wasn't him , knowing that Trevor could never fuck her the way she wanted. The way only he could .

He came into his hand Wishing that it was him.

Then there was that moment in the bar when someone Thought that Quinn and Cherrie were together . Like he was just the extra friend .

He was Busy talking to Jack with a beer in his hand. Barely listening as his girlfriend chatted away to a girl she had made friends with in the toilets , all of them tipsy as she showed off the bracelet on her and Quinn's wrist to the girl proudly.

"I made them! Look.." she beamed while gently twisting his wrist closer to show her Quinn's bracelet.

"It’s supposed to bring him luck and good health. I put little crystals and gems on it too for protection since he's always getting his face busted in games." She rambled to her , leaning onto his side with a grin.

Quinn wrapped his arm around her shoulder, just sipping on his beer as he watched her fondly as she rambled on and on, having fun. Making friends.

He has always enjoyed watching her like this, it amazed him to see how magnetic she was, how easily she could make friends and talk to people like she has always known them. Making them feel special. It made him smile against his bottle as he watched the girl gush over their matching bracelets she had made them.

"Babe! Tell her- it worked didn't it? Like- he scored as soon as I gave it to him! The woman at the Crystal shop told me it would give him luck. I even put it out to charge under the moonlight for extra luck! Didn't I babe?" She nudged Quinn drunkenly , nodding for him to tell her.

Quinn chuckled , nodding along . Gently squeezing her shoulder with his hand . "She did and it did. It works good. No pucks to the face so far." He confirmed with a laugh. Ruffling her hair affectionately.

The girl cooed at them, just as drunk. Pressing her hands to her cheeks as she beamed at them. "Awww! You two are so cute together! Such a perfect match! How long have you been together?" She gushed obliviously . Assuming they were in love. They looked it.

That caught Trevors attention. Body freezing as his conversation with Jack paused , both of them glancing beside them to see Cherrie and Quinn blushing , Trevor laughing loudly as he smacked jacks arm, as it to say 'believe this?'

Jack just grimaced.

"Oh no!" Trevor shook his head quickly asserting himself into their group.

"she's my girlfriend! Not his. They're just friends!" He let her know. Pushing away the churning in his stomach . Shaking off his sudden unease .

The woman frowned at him. Then she looked between Quinn and Cherrie in surprise . "Wow really? I never would have guessed!" Was all she said before exchanging numbers with his girlfriend . The two giggling and promising to hang out , Cherrie grinning to herself as they wandered off the bar together to meet the rest of her friends she came with . Just Happy that she made a new friend.

It left Jack stood between a scowling Trevor and uncomfortable Quinn who was refusing to look at either of them. Just sipping on his beer quietly as he fiddled with the bracelet around his wrist .

"Jesus...that was awkward ." Jack muttered. Nervously looking between the two of them.

Trevor scoffed, glaring over at quinn who refused to look at him. Just pursing his lips and staying quiet.

"That was weird right?" Trevor tried to brush it off. "Like, why would she even think that?" He laughed weakly.

Quinn didn't answer . Leaving Jack to silently

shake his head in disappointment and disbelief , giving his older brother a disapproving look that he refused to see.

Sighing to himself, knowing that this was not going to end well.

Then Trevor thought back to all the times that Cherrie had cut a date short because of Quinn , some lame excuse . Just like the time that Quinn had called her halfway during their date night at a fancy restaurant.

Trevor had been enjoying himself , chatting away to her about how good his season had been recently. Just admiring how stunning she looked in the candlelight , dressed in a pretty dress with her hair and makeup done perfectly. Looking like a supermodel.

Only his mood quickly came crashing down when she got done with her quick phone call and gave him a small grimace , already pushing her plate away from her . Mind made up before he even knew what was happening .

She was calling over to waiter to make her soup to go, looking down at Trevor apologetically while he just gaped up at his girlfriend in disbelief.

"What the hell are you doing? Where are you going?" He rushed out , annoyed and embarrassed. Feeling eyes on them.

Everything had been going so good until Quinn called. It was always Quinn and Trevor was starting to hate it. He knew that they were friends but this was ridiculous .

They were on a date for fucks sake!

"Quinn's sick and his head is flaring up from the hit on the rink! We're gonna have to rain check." She tells him In a hurry.

Offering a smile to the waiter returning with her packed up soup that she planned to give to Quinn now. Hearing his throaty voice on the phone as coughed and sniffled , not sounding good at all.

She was already planning on stopping at the store to grab some painkillers and cough syrup, maybe some ice cream too. Going through their usual plan for when one of them was sick.

It didn't matter that she was in the middle of a date, all that mattered to her then was getting to his apartment to look after him. Knowing that he was alone and hating that he was while feeling like this too. They always looked after each other . That wasn't going to stop now .

Trevor wasn't letting it go so easily this time and before they knew it, they were arguing about it in the middle of the restaurant.

Glaring over at his girlfriend in disbelief "he's a big boy who can take care of himself ! I don't get why you have to be the one to look after him!" He snapped at her angrily .

Cherie glared straight back "because he's my best friend? That's why!" She shot back at him. Annoyed. Grabbing her bag.

Trevor scoffed humourlessly , crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her pull out her phone to tell Quinn that she was on her way.

He shook his Head bitterly . "are you serious? You might've well have had him on the fucking date with us. You've been texting him the whole night too! It's always Quinn this and Quinn that, while I'm right fucking here!" He almost shouted at her, frustrated and jealous that her attention was never 100% on him.

Cherrie just looked at him then , guilt on her face as she wrapped her arms around herself. Not knowing what to say.

She swallowed "I'm sorry Trevor. I don't know what to tell you. You know we're close-"

He had heard it all before. So he just waved off her excuses with a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes in defeat .

"Yeah I do. Whatever Cherrie." He muttered . Not looking at her.

There was an uncomfortable silence, Cherrie glancing over her shoulder , rocking on her feet. Wanting to leave to get to Quinn but the guilt keeping her standing there for a moment longer .

She winced and softened her voice "are we okay trev?" She asked him quietly. Guilty.

But they both knew where her loyalty lied and it wasn't with him. She wasn't going to stay . Not while her best friend was sick and alone and needing her.

Trevor looked at her, taking in her pretty face and stunning dress and sighed. Rubbing at his Face , he nodded his head. Shrugging as well.

"We're okay." He lied.

Then there was the wedding where it all

Came crashing down . Trevor has been stuck watching as Quinn walked Cherrie down the isle, best man and maid of honour . Cherrie looking as beautiful as ever, and her arm firmly hooked through his as they both grinned each other . Looking perfect together.

He barely soldiered through that but it got too much when he noticed how Quinn couldn't keep his eyes off his girlfriend . Gazing at her longingly as they stood at either side of the bride and groom , grinning at each other occasionally .

Quinn smiling softly to himself as he watched Cherrie get emotional as the vows were said, his eyes never leaving her pretty face the whole ceremony.

Sat miserably on the wooden benches beside Jack, Trevor glared at him . Chest feeling tight.

“You're brother has a staring problem man." He snapped quietly to him, visibly annoyed. Rose coloured glasses long gone .

Jack just sighed, also annoyed by now. Having been putting up with this for months . Wishing that it would just stop. And that they could all see sense . But it wasn't happening. And it was frustrating to sit back and watch, unable to do anything .

"You have a problem . He's not looked away from her since the moment they met Z. This isn't new." He said to him honestly .

Not getting it at all. It all seemed to simple and easy to him, he didn't understand why they were all even playing this game and hurting each other Like this. It made no sense to him. He thought they are all being incredibly stupid.

Then Jack watched Trevor sulk at the table with a glass of wine in his hand and sighed , having enough.

He sat beside him with a frown "come on dude, what are you doing?" He snapped at him. Sick of it.

Trevor frowned at him, lips pursed. "At a wedding?" He tried playing dumb. But it wasn't working at all.

The sadness and headache was written all across his face after watching them the whole night together, seeing the way they so naturally fit by each other's side. She had even managed to drag him to the dance floor with her, hands around his neck and Quinn's low around her waist as they swayed together to the music . Smiling at eachother like nobody else existed.

They looked so happy . Trevor felt sick.

Then he watched as the bride finally threw the boutique of flowers behind her , and low and behold they landed straight into cherries hand.

As though fate was laughing at Him Cruelly , tears stinging his eyes as he watched his girlfriend glance straight over to Quinn , not him , as she caught them. Clutching them to her chest tightly as she giggled , flustered with all the girls cooing at her, nudging her and laughing along as she looked straight at quinn. Raising a brow at him in amusement . Showing him the flowers .

And Quinn was already looking back at her , of course he was , a shy smile on his face as he shook his head affectionately at her .

Opening his arms to pull her into his embrace , before plucking one of the smaller flowers from the bouquet and putting it behind her ear gently. Neither of them even glancing his way. Seeming to forget he was even there at all. Like they always did.

He sniffled sadly he felt Jack pat his shoulder sympathetically , muttering curses about his brother and how sorry he was . But he was glad that he knew now. That he was seeing what he was seeing finally. At a wedding of all places.

And Trevor could only groan and put his head in his hands, heart falling to pieces .

"Shit." He groaned sadly. Seeing the truth a little too late. Denial has been a nasty birch but it was over now.

He saw it all.

Trevor finally got the courage to corner Quinn later that night. Seeing him sitting by the edge of the dock after the reception , everybody else still inside getting plastered and having fun.

But the air was somber as Trevor slowly lowered himself to sit beside Quinn, startling the older player from his thoughts as he looked at him in surprise .

"Z-" he knew. He knew that he knew. Of course he did. How could he not? The guilt was written all across his face.

It had been a long time coming hadn’t it?

Trevor shook his head angrily, clenching his jaw as he tried to refrain from punching him straight in his face like he wanted to. That wouldn’t solve anything.

"Why did you let me date her if you're in love with her?" He's blunt with it. There was no other way to say it.

He Sick and tired of all the lame excuses and long roads of denial. Of all the cowardliness and half bitten truths. It hurt too much now and he just wanted it to stop.

This was too much . It didn't feel so good anymore . Not when he knew for sure that he wasn't the right guy. His heart was sore and he fucking hated feeling like this. He couldn't believe that he had been so stupid and so naive to think that he could have been the one. Believing That she could ever had loved him like she did Quinn.

That was sick dreaming but now his eyes were wide open and his heart was breaking. Because he knew what everyone around him already did.

And it hurt. So fucking bad.

Quinn's eyes widened in shock, shame and guilt almost shutting him down and he stammered out nervously , heart pounding in his Chest.

"I am not! Z- come on- I don't-" he can't even finish his lie. Tongue tied as he tried to deny the truth but he just couldn't anymore , the dark, ashamed flush on his face easily giving him away.

It was hurting him too. So fucking much. Because love had never been easy and it was finally knocking at their door, begging to be let free.

The truth hurt. It always did.

But Trevor just shook his head , face going blank .

"I asked you if you were okay with it and you said yes. I never stole her from you."He muttered angrily .

Eyes Staring blandly out at the lake , not wanting to look at him anymore as his heart was finally shattered apart , as the truth came crumbling down around them. Cutting the both of them open, but only one of them was getting out of this unscathed and with the light.

Quinn swallowed guilty , lower lip trembling as he followed his gaze out to the water surrounding them.

His heart dropping to his stomach, knowing that he really did know now because Trevor wasn't stupid. He liked to act like he didn't know what was going on but he did.

But sometimes it was easy to ignore the signs and to brush away the unease and suspicions when love was on the line .

Because Trevor had wanted Cherrie so fucking bad that he had been willing to overlook the truth, to ignore that she wasn't in love with him . That he wasn't the one she searched for in every crowded room.

He wasn't the one . Would never be.

He had wished so badly to be, had done everything he could to get her to return his love but it just hadn't worked.

Because she was never his to begin with .

"She...but she said yes to you." He mumbled out quietly , swallowing anxiously as he fiddled with her bracelet around his wrist that he had yet to take off .

The lump in his throat only growing bigger as Trevor laughed sadly, shaking his head bitterly at him .

"yeah she did. 'cause you didn't say no. I was the other option. The other guy . I was so fucking stupid.." he laughed humourlessly , wanting to slap himself for being so foolish with naive hope that it really could have been him.

Quinn went silent . Not knowing what to say. What could be said that he didn't already know?

Quinn was in love with Trevors girlfriend and had been long before he had even met her. And deep down. Trevor had always known that it was true.

He had seen the looks, the touches and the obvious love between them but he has still pursued her. Because she was beautiful Cherrie and he was just a man who fell in love.

He laughed in disbelief while rubbing a hand over his face in both anger and sadness . Because this was it .

“I can't believe that I've been so stupid to think that it would stop , and that you would two would get over each other , and that she would be happy with me!" The tears filled his eyes . Sniffling to himself as the pressure mounted his chest . Heartbroken.

“She is happy with you-"Quinn croaked guiltily . Watching him from the corner of his eye as he harshly wiped the tears from his face , snapping his head over to glare at him. Done with the lies.

He cut him off angrily. "No. She's happy when you're there with us! I've been third wheeling my own relationship trying to convince myself that everyone else was wrong. That I could be the one! Like that was ever an option!"

Quinn looked back at him then, and frowned defensively. "What? You wanted her to ditch me for you? Relationship or not . That was never going to happen. We're best friends-" he started to argue back because the guilt was killing him and he hated the way it was making him feel.

He didn't want to be the bad guy in Trevors story but some things just couldn't be helped. It was too late now. Trevor was the other guy and he was only finding that out now, and it hurt. Of course it did. This was what Jack had tried to warn him about from the start.

He laughed or maybe it was a cry , he really couldn't tell anymore . His heart was fucking breaking and he had never felt so stupid in his life.

"Oh come on! cut the shit Quinn! Stop fucking lying to me and to yourselves . You're not just 'friends'. Friends don't look at each other the way you do . At the wedding-" he took a deep breath to push down his anger , his sadness quickly taking over for him instead. Pushing him on.

"You looked at her like you were imagining her walking down that isle to you. And when she caught those flowers- you smiled. So fucking hard man! That was the moment I knew. It’s never going to be me is it?" He realised out loud. Looking straight at him.

The truth cut deep. But the knife went both ways.

Quinn blinked back the tears from his eyes, guilt clouding his face horribly. Feeling like complete and utter shit as he saw the hurt written across his face.

"Z-" he started say but his voice cracks with pain , feeling horrible for what he had done . The hurt they had both caused him without even realising it.

He laughed humourlessly , shaking his head as he wiped his nose with his sleeve. "No! No. Don't try to sugar coat it or make me feel better! Cause that's not going to work. I just want the truth! Tell me the truth Quinn!" He shouted at him. Tired now.

There was a long , tense pause where they both just looked back out at the lake again , hearts aching.

Quinn swallowing as he looked down at the bracelet on his wrist, gently caressing her initials on the small stone beside his .

"Are you in love with her?" Trevor asked him quietly . Already knowing the truth. But he wanted to hear it. Wanted some sort of attempted closure. Wanted to know that he wasn't insane. That he was right. That everybody else was right.

Quinn sighed shakily, cupping his mouth with his trembling hand as he tried not to cry.

"do I really need to answer that?" He breathed out quietly, voice barely a whisper . Eyes blurry from the tears. Unable to look at him from the guilt he felt.

Trevor sighed long and hard .

"yeah. You do Quinn. It's the least that you owe me. The respect to look me in my eye and tell me the truth." He told him seriously. Meaning it.

Quinn turned to him finally and his face read everything that he needed to know.

Despite knowing the truth , Trevors face crumbled anyways. A small part of him hoping that it wasn't true. That he was crazy. That she could be his.

But it was never going to be him.

"I'm sorry man." He pleads for him to understand "it's not my fault alright? I just-I tried not to be. I tried to ignore the feelings and push it away but-" he placed his head in his hands, feeling terrible. Shaking his head in frustration at himself .

"I can't. I've loved her since she opened her big mouth and called me a stupid idiot when we first met. And I've loved her everyday since. And I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry for hurting you but I'm not sorry for loving her. I can't be." He whispered brokenly .

Trevor doesn't say anything for a while. Just Shaking his head slowly in both resignation and disbelief. Unable to believe that he had let himself lie to himself for this long.

And All because he loved a girl.

Now look at him. Heartbroken and crying. So fucking sad. It was pathetic .

He was letting kind of wanting to kill Quinn. Kind of wanted to push him into the lake. Kind of wanted to pretend that none of this had ever happened just so he could get to kiss Cherrie goodbye one more time.

It just hurt. This whole thing had splintered him in half , he never knew that love could be so cruel.

"and she loves you too?" He sniffled.

She never said it back to him. No matter how many times he told her that he loved her. He really should have known.

Quinn swallowed thickly , guilt keeping his eyes down to his feet in shame . "I think so. I don't know.."

"Yes you do!” He muttered in annoyance while rolling his eyes , scrubbing at his face roughly with his hands . Heart shattered on the ground by Quinn's and his feet .

So He slowly pushed himself up from the ground and took one last look out at the calm waters around them.

Then looked back down to the tearful hockey player below him and nods his head to himself , accepting what was meant to be.

"You know she does. I know she does. Don't waste it man. I wish I was you. She's a forever kind of girl isn't she? " he lets his truthful words linger for a long moment "just not for me. Not my forever.”

"Z-" he calls up to him quietly , face confused , eyes wide as he looked at him.

“are you-why aren't you punching me?" He wanted to know. Having expected it. Or worse.

Trevor just cracks a sad smile and shrugs his shoulders . Tucking his trembling fingers into his pockets instead .

"what's the point?" He says honestly, exhausted .

“I can't change how you guys feel. I'll just have to change my feelings instead . She's really easy to fall in love with huh? Go tell her man. Don't be as stupid as I was." He advises him, not longer having anything left to say.

Not risking staying around any longer , not wanting to actually give into the urge to hit him. That wouldn’t solve his broken heart .

So he simply left. Never looking back.

Then six months later he's watching them kiss underneath the New Years fireworks. Tears of happiness in both of their eyes as they held onto each other tightly , everybody cheering loudly around them .

Quinn laughing tearfully as he held her face in his trembling hands. Telling her he loved her over and over again while she cried . Laughing along with him, the diamond ring glinting underneath the sparkling lights , proudly slid onto her finger as people congratulated them. Both of them lost in their own world together. not much had changed there .

They didn't see anybody else but each other .

Trevor downed jacks champagne glass for him and laughed a little to himself , watching in silent defeat as Cherrie looked over her shoulder with a grin worth a thousand goodbyes and hellos on her ruby lips .

He watched as her smile softened as she met his gaze , then as she gave him a small wave , Quinn to busy crying happy tears into her neck as Luke Wrapped his arms around the both of them . Shouting his congratulations and telling everybody that this has been a long time coming.

He couldn’t have been any closer to the truth if he tried.

Trevor’s face softened too and instead of causing a scene , he just winked at her . "Nice ring." He mouthed over to her , smirking a little. Heart still aching but she looked so fucking happy and he knew that she would look just as pretty in white.

She laughed. Then shrugged gently back at him, the apology in her eyes clear before Quinn was pulling her down for another kiss. Lost in her. As always .

And Trevor understood what that felt like . He didn't feel any anger then. Just an ache . A lingering feeling of 'what if?' And what could have been. That he knew would forever follow him around.

But they were happy. He couldn't , wouldn't, ruin that. He didn't want to.

Because he knew deep down that he could never have made her as happy as Quinn did. It was just the truth.

Jack was patting his shoulder gently . Happy for his older brother but also feeling sorry that his friend had gotten his heart teared in the process , caught between all the love and mess that love created.

But here they were. And time was moving on. They all were. Older but never wiser .

"What happened man?" Jamie was his clearly

gobsmacked.. way out of the loop as he gaped at Cherrie and Quinn kissing shamelessly in front of everyone , never letting each other go .

Having watched the eldest brother get down on one knee and cry his love for her in front of all their friends and family . It was safe to say that He was a little more than shocked.

Looking over at Trevor In disbelief , wondering what the hell he has missed. And how he could be there and not sobbing on the floor in grief.

Trevor just laughed quietly and shrugged his shoulders. Sighing long and hard Bedford he simply told him

“long story short I was the wrong guy."

But she has found him now. And she didn’t have to look very far because he was right there all along. Waiting for her to see him. And now that she did, she was all about him now.

And Trevor was just another star in her sky, while Quinn was her entire universe.

And long story short …he would survive.

#nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #quinn hughes oneshot #Quinn Hughes imagine #ice hockey imagine #ice hockey oneshot #nhl fic #Trevor zegras imagine #Trevor zegras oneshot #hockey imagine

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kissitbttr · 6 days

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I need the making up part asap or i will lose my mindddd 😩

okay look, i have these two concepts in my head where im extremely confused with, choose which one u guys prefer before i start get to it jdjdjdj

1. a super messy thought where muñeca is ‘catching up’ with frat!toji during the ‘break’ with miguel, one that happens before the two boys met. they run into each other at some party or something after months of not seeing each other. and since toji was the only ex that ever treated her right, all those feelings come rushing back. then they begin seeing each other more often, like making out and dates(?). muñeca is going to be a lil toxic in this one, but hey? girl’s got the right to go insane after what miguel did <3333 (this will have three parts)

2. where muñeca isn’t a red flag lol. instead of hooking up with random dudes and getting back at miguel, she focuses on herself. getting her work done, focusing more on cheer practice, hanging out with the girls etc. miguel realizes he can’t live without her, every aspect of his life is falling apart. and it tears him to pieces at how well she’s functioning without him. so despite her avoidance , he’s going to fix everything. eventually they do talk about the fight, he apologizes and makeup sex <333

#but know that i might have to postpone this one a bit longer since the toji angst is going to be published soon<3 #frat!miguel

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sapphic-woes · 2 years

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Sevika x Fem!Reader - Two Faced

A/N: I just really like her. Anyways Sevika witnesses a woman tell off her shitty boyfriend and thinks it’s a riot, so of course she follows her to the restroom. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 4k. AO3 Link

Pt. 2

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You had standards. Admittedly, they were insanely high.

“Fuck off!” You shoved past your disappointment of a boyfriend, heels clacking with purpose. What was it with your luck these days? It had hardly been a month, and already he was grinding your gears. It seemed all the universe had to offer was one useless man after the next, and it was starting to become redundant.

You stormed into the ladies' restroom, pissed out of your mind. From the moment you’d met up at the club to party with his friends, he’d been the same; inattentive, dismissive, and rudely belittling. Worst yet, he only ever remembered your existence when there was an itch between his legs–and you wanted anything else but that.

“Mother fucker…” You muttered, eyeing the alcohol spilled on your expensive, tiny, off-the-shoulder, red dress. Sure, you were dating, but you hadn't done anything yet. Like every guy before him, sex in your mind was something to put off for as long as you could. You didn't get the hype–men were gross, annoying and sleazy–or at least, those were the excuses you told to yourself to avoid the obvious.

That maybe, just maybe…you simply weren't interested in men at all.

When your stiff reactions to his advances became clear as day, his slimy ass didn't give up. No–he had to try and trick you into stripping off your dress. Like hell you were dumb enough to follow him to a secluded part of the club just so he could “dry you off” after dumping half his fucking drink on you. That man was a walking red flag, and you were done. Either you were picking up another boy toy tonight, or calling it quits altogether.

At least, if he wasn’t standing right outside the bathroom door. Which, while you didn’t know that for certain…with the way he was acting tonight? It was highly plausible.

“I should take my Louboutins," you groaned in frustration, hands gripping the sink counter, “and castrate him.”

“That…would definitely be a sight.”

You jumped, having not noticed someone else come in. You frowned, ready to tear this person disturbing you a new one before glancing to the side. Shit. You did a double take, and despite wanting to hide it, your eyes widened with fear.

No one in this club didn’t know that face, or that body. She was impossibly tall, with intimidating broad shoulders and a scowl formed by the devil himself. Sevika entered, and suddenly the bathroom felt too small for the both of you. Her presence alone was that overwhelming, making you suck in a shaky, terrified breath.

If having a problem with your boyfriend was a threat, having an issue with Silco’s right hand was a death wish…and no matter how prideful you were, even you knew better than to cross that line.

Well, at least you thought you did. Your friends would probably swear otherwise.

“I couldn’t help but see what happened back there. You made quite the scene.” Had you? Oh right–

–you splashed your entire drink over his head when his hands got too close to the hem of your dress, ignoring his sputter of surprise. You rose, downing his own shot of whiskey he claimed was too strong for you before wiping your glossy lips with the back of your hand.

“First of all jackass–even if we were the last people on earth, I’d rather jump off a building than have your nasty dick shoved up my ass. Seriously–what the fuck is that? It looks like you need to spend the night with a fucking doctor, not me.” You hadn’t seen shit, but yelling it loud enough would make him never set foot in this club ever again…and well, you were too mad to be nice anymore.

“Second? You’re boring as hell. Why don’t you go find a personality instead of spewing the same misogynistic shit every dude still living in their mom’s basement says? Yeah I’m hot, I’m stuck up, I’m a goddamn slut–but guess what?” You flipped him off as you gathered your things.

“This “stupid whore” still isn’t going to fuck you. So you know what you should do instead? Fuck off!” Oh. Looking back, you guessed you had made a bit of a scene. Was she here to kick you out?

“And…?” You inwardly cursed at your disinterested tone, turning back to the mirror and eying your makeup. “I didn’t know you dealt with stuff like this." Were you egging her on? No, no, no–there was no way you were dumb enough to–

"...Being his right hand and all.” Fuck. You were egging her on.

Your heart pounded in your chest, hairs standing up on the back of your neck. Where you expected a furious reaction, you were met with a look much, much worse. A devilish, downright sinister grin spread around her cigar. Tense, you studied her from the corner of your eyes, plagued over how she would eventually react.

No matter what she does, she demands attention. Maybe her lack of retaliation was a tactic. If so, it was working. Your eyes were glued to her, and you had to admit, seeing Sevika simply standing there made your heart skip a beat. The woman was as equally captivating as she was terrifying, and this situation only made that fact more evident.

Sure, her mechanical arm glinted like it was one twitch away from gutting you, but her clothes fit her like a glove. Those fine arms and the peek her top gave of her scar-riddled waist was damn near criminal. If I’m going to die tonight, I might as well get a closer look, right?

You’d only ever seen her passing by or talking with a group of people equally as intimidating as she was. Now she was less than a few feet from you, and despite her smile, she didn't do anything at your snide remark. Rather, she let out a short puff of her cigar, smoke escaping past her lips with an easy chuckle.

Then, there was silence.

It would have been better if she reacted with rage. Anger was something you could handle. But this? She hadn’t said a word in response, yet you still felt like a caged animal. You were running out of things to fake your attention on while you watched her, dabbing the same patch of alcohol on your dress for the twentieth time. After several seconds passed, your patience ran thin.

I can't just stand here waiting for her to kill me. Who cared if that man was waiting for you outside, you needed to get out of the bathroom as soon as you possibly could. However, just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Sevika suddenly caught you staring at her through the mirror. Shit–!

Quickly, you turned away, moving to open your purse as if you were busy. Sevika snorted, and you inwardly cringed. You were painfully aware of the long drag she took of her cigar. She let it out as a slow puff, shamelessly eyeing you up and down as she did. Where her gaze lingered, your body burned, and you weren’t sure whether it was from embarrassment or fear. Sevika moved to put her cigar out on the bathroom’s marble countertop, and you were certain that if anyone else had done so, Silco would have killed them.

Hands in her pockets, she took her time walking towards you. There wasn't any reason to rush, the both of you knew why.

“I don’t.” Her voice this close was smooth, running down your spine as she stood behind you.

“Not unless I can gain something from it.” Damnit. You calmed your pounding heart.

“You're cocky,” you raised your eyebrow at her through the mirror, “not that I’m surprised.” The corner of her lips twitched. You knew this was a dangerous game to be playing. It wasn't like you'd never seen her work before. In fact, you wished you never did. She didn't fight for an opponent to recover, no–if she didn't kill them, she broke them–and, you thought with horror, what if she did the same to you?

You looked away from her, becoming too scared to hold eye contact. However, there was no way in hell you were going to show her that. Instead, you pulled out lipgloss, intending to obnoxiously fix your makeup. The plan worked.

Slowly, you dragged the strawberry shimmering substance across your top lip, and Sevika didn’t shift her gaze away. You spread the gloss over your bottom lip next, dramatically pressing them together to even it all out. The entire time, Sevika watched the action in a near predatory manner. The taller woman didn't look away when you spoke, lips drawing out a teasing statement.

"My eyes are up here, darling." To your surprise, the Sevika froze. It was less than a second, but you caught her off guard. It was clear you were the type to say a lot of bullshit, but to call her darling? When she was twice your height and width? Sevika thought you were something else. Definitely in over your head, but still… Her eyes narrowed, and she took a moment to study you, taking in the little shiver you tried to suppress.

Cute. She wondered what it would take until you could no longer hide your fear, or even better, your trembling.

“Do you talk like this to everyone?” You paused at the tinge of annoyance in her voice. A part of you wanted to backtrack and profusely apologize. Another told you that was exactly what would get you killed. In the end, you played off freezing up by simply offering her a smirk.

“Please, you followed me all the way here…then expect me not to believe my attitude isn't what you like?” You were bluffing, sort of. Even if it was a fairly logical explanation, it was still hard to fathom the Sevika wanting you. It wasn’t like you weren’t a catch–being gracious, you considered yourself to be an 11/10–but you were still a nobody. Sevika was a name whispered in hushed voices out of fear that she might show up. Yours?

“You fucking bitch!” Banging came from the door, making you flinch in surprise. Sevika didn’t even move, eyes still trained on you. “I can’t believe you said all that shit–come out! You can’t stay in there forever!” Well, you didn’t even get the decency of someone actually using it. Fuck, I almost forgot about him. What were you going to do? He was right, you couldn’t just stay here–

Your focus was elsewhere, and perhaps that's why you missed her advances until it was too late.

“You’re right. I am interested. You walked in here looking like arm candy, only to explode and leave that man without a shred of dignity left. His company wasn’t worth your time, but mine?” When had she gotten so close that the heat from her body warmed the back of your neck? She was bigger than you, that was obvious enough, but the proximity made it suffocating.

She loomed, making the air around you fill with earthy spice. Whatever she smoked, it was expensive. To your alarm, a large hand rested on the countertop to your right, and another to your left. You were caged in, and you didn’t dare move–not when the slightest shift created friction between you two, and Sevika’s eyes darkened in a way you knew all too well

“Sweetheart…” Her voice was an enticing rumble by your ear, and no amount of self control could stop you from shivering in delight. “I’ll do everything he could never do.” It was a bold claim, though you doubted it came without experience. That asshole is still out there…and the bathroom isn’t soundproof, right?

You were a bitch alright. The worst of them all. To fuck Silco’s right hand man while your shitty ex heard it all? You couldn’t pass up a chance like that, even if it was dangerous. With a casual hum, you fixed a goading stare on Sevika through the mirror, prettily tilting your head to speak.

“Well…I suppose I can let you entertain me for a while.”

_______

You’d been in out of your head, that was for sure.

You’d never come across greed in the form of hands, let alone commanding ones. Sevika’s touch was everywhere; over your hips, waist, and breasts, as if she was trying to consume all of you at once. Your breath was faulty, tingling all over as her rough palms memorized the shape of your body. How was this so good, already? She had yet to even slip a hand underneath your dress, yet you felt naked. It was as if the barrier of the dress meant nothing, and her touch shot little fireworks through your skin regardless.

“W-wait...” You were breathless, gasping as a hand flicked over the peak of your breasts from over your dress. You instinctively buckled, but an arm wrapped around your waist brought your back flush against her. Her metal arms reached up, soothing against your burning cheeks as Sevika held your face in her palm.

“A word of advice?” Her voice was a sultry drawl, muddling your mind as she turned your face to look up at her, “don’t go biting off more than you can chew.”

With that, she closed the distance between you two. The kiss was hot, carnal in nature as your lips parted and she took the invitation to kiss you deeper. It was focused and intense, with her hand holding your face exactly where she wanted it. You swore you were melting, becoming a puddle from that first kiss alone, and when she pulled away to look into your glossy eyes, Sevika smirked.

“You might just choke on it, darling.” She was never going to let that go. Too bad you weren’t known for not being petty either.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You muttered just as a metal thumb brushed over your smeared glossy lips, “you go down smoother than wine.” The woman snorted, dark lips curling as she moved to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Is that so?” That was all the warning you were given. Suddenly, a hand on your back pushed you forward. You let out a startled gasp, hands slamming against the sink counter.

“What are you doing?” Your pissed off words dwindled in your throat as Sevika finally slipped her hands under your dress to hike it up over your ass. A hand gripped the side of your panties, and in a split second you knew the answer to your own question.

“No, wait–!” The sound of threads breaking apart made your heart stutter, and your eyes widened as Sevika unceremoniously ripped your underwear right off you. That was expensive!

“What the fuck is your–ow!” Another forceful shove had you completely on the countertop, sideways with your heat exposed to the towering woman before you. You huffed, shuddering under the dark eyes tracing over every part of you. Sevika looked at you like she had been starving for weeks, her own chest heaving as she hummed. She let the fabric in her hand drop to the floor, stepping towards you and making your breath hitch in your throat.

“There’s no difference whether you wear it…” Her hand caressed the inside of your thigh, gently spreading your legs so she could step between them, “or not.”

Oh God. You watched with wide eyes as she lowered herself, shrinking her overwhelming shadow until she was kissing the top of your neck. She trailed down, leaving her marks everywhere until she got to the top of your dress.

She took a single finger to pull the garment down, exposing your breasts for her to adore. You moaned as hot lips suckled them, breaths shallow as you crumbled underneath her.

“Ah…shit, my fucking heels…” She chucked into your chest as you struggled to kick them off. They loudly clattered onto the bathroom floor, but you didn’t care, able to wrap your bare feet around Sevika’s waist now. A bite was given as a reward, and you jolted in pleasure, hands moving to caress the side of Sevika’s face.

Again, the woman was surprised by you, pausing at the gentle touch you offered. Usually, when she picked up cute little things like you, they were too scared to dare touch her back. Even if they were lost in pleasure, it seemed no one could see past the metal arm, or the power Sevika held.

However, from the moment she’d entered the bathroom you treated her no differently than anyone else. If anything, you were more aware than most–the way you studied her like a prey looking at a predator told her so–yet despite that, you’d sneered and judged her anyway. Now, her eyes flickered up to look at you, taking in your rosy cheeks and lopsided smile, eyes half-lidded as you spoke.

“You're laughing? Those shoes cost my entire paycheck, jackass. No way I’m messing them up just for you.” Your nose scrunched up in an adorable little snarl, or what Sevika believed was supposed to be one. It hardly did the job of one. Rather than appearing threatening, your attitude only invited her to do more.

“Poor thing,” She muttered, mouth trailing down over your dress until she got to your exposed ass, “it must be hard being so high maintenance.” The mocking words earned her a glare, but it quickly disappeared as her hot breath tickled the inside of your thighs.

“How about this,” your breath grew rugged as she nibbled on your sensitive skin, full on biting to garner a shuddering gasp from you. Her deep voice switched into a commanding tone, and it was hypnotizing, making you hang on every word.

“If you take this well and let out that pretty little voice of yours, you won’t have to worry about ruining another pair ever again.” Her hot breath against your dewy folds only made them soak more, and you bit your lip. Your voice was weak as you attempted a retort.

“And if I don’t?” She scoffed, hands shifting to hold your legs shamelessly wide apart. You swallowed at the firm grip–there was no way you could get out of that–and when Sevika saw the realization finally start to set in your eyes, her lips curled up into a wicked smile.

“Trust me, you will.”

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“W-wait–it’s already been–ah!” Frankly, you’d never been so disrespected in your life. Sevika did what she wanted, in the most devastating way possible, leaving you a shivering mess clinging to the mirror behind you in an attempt to pull yourself away. She was skillful–too skillful–turning you into a numb puddle of ecstasy only to go down on you again. Was she never satisfied?

"F-fuck…" Her tongue did wonders, making your back arch and voice cry out. God, was it rude–the way she simply pressed harder whenever you tried to cling onto some sliver of dignity, relentless until you did exactly as she told. The gruff mutter of louder, against your folds before she went right back to her assault had you spiraling, shuddering as you attempted to comply.

“Shit, Se-Sevika–” That wasn’t good enough, and suddenly she focused more on your twitching bud, quickly turning you into a blubbering mess.

“Wait–please–it’s good! Fuck–God…” Tears filled your eyes as you whimpered, hands weakly gripping fistfuls of Sevika’s hair. You felt her lips smile, smug as she simply continued. This bitch–! The burning in your core built up, and you let out a string of profanities as you reached your peak once again. In the midst of it you hit your head against the glass behind you, though you hardly processed it. However, Sevika did, just now starting to realize how bunched up you were on the countertop.

“Here,” it was all she said before she flipped you over, lifting you up at the waist with her mechanical arm. She brought your back flush against her again. However, this time she held you up completely, toes only occasionally brushing against the floor. Processing this new position made your cheeks burn and swallow nervously, your voice hoarse as you complained.

“I can barely reach the floor…” The slight embarrassment at your height difference didn’t go unnoticed by Sevika. She snorted, then hoisted you higher up against her, until you dangled like a rag doll in the mirror.

“I’ll hold you up here…” She tightened her grip around your waist, and her other hand snaked downward, “and here.”

Without another word, she plunged two fingers deep into your heat. You buckled, nails digging into her metal arm as she fell into a torturous rhythm.

"Ha–ah." You couldn't handle yourself, squirming in pleasure. They were so impossibly thick, making you struggle just to properly breathe. Your knuckles turned white as you held onto her, neck arched back to look at her through teary eyes.

"Se-Sevika, ple-ase, it's good–so good–" You were reduced to barely comprehensible babbling. Sevika herself had furrowed eyebrows, cheeks colored with a tinge of pink. Pretty... Mindlessly you reached up with a shaky hand, softly pulling her face down to kiss her. You felt her lips falter against yours for a moment, but when she kissed you back it was the kindest she’d ever been. It was sensual, and she tasted you as if you were a sweet delicacy she wanted to be tender with.

Though, her hand was anything but gentle.

You gasped against her lips, letting out a strangled sound of startled delight as she drilled her fingers into you faster, deeper thrusts making your toes curl and legs straighten out.

“Shit!” It was the only word you could muster as you saw stars again, overwhelmed with pleasure before finally the euphoria ebbed away. Mercifully, Sevika finally stopped–though you weren’t sure if it was because you physically deflated in her grasp, or because she was actually satisfied.

Vaguely, you sensed her gently setting you down on the bathroom counter to wipe you down and fix your dress. Your shoes were retrieved and placed back onto your feet, and you mindlessly giggled when Sevika’s touch tickled them. A murmur of hold onto me, had your arms lazily wrapping around her neck, and before you knew it she was carrying you in her arms and out the door.

“Finally, now who the hell were you fucking–!” You had completely forgotten about your ex boyfriend, but now he stood in shock, looking up at Sevika carrying you bridal style. You offered a weak, sneering smile, lifting your hand to flip him off. You could see the anger boil up in his eyes before it sputtered out at Sevika’s warning glare, and with a huff he stomped away, pushing through the crowd.

At that you laughed until your exhaustion quickly took over, snuggling into the body holding you. Sevika stiffened before relaxing, and as she began to make her way out of the club she muttered with a raspy voice into your ear.

“Sleep. You did a good job for me, darling.” The praise made you sleepily smile, and you lifted your head to peck the corner of her lips.

“Mmh…” You wanted to say something witty like, and you were good entertainment, or something, but your mind was shutting down faster than you could speak, slumping completely in her arms as you fell asleep.

While you pleasantly slept, Sevika simply stood.

She was frozen, and the place where you’d kissed her tingled more than anything you’d done before. For a moment, she stared down at your squished face against her chest. The noise of the entire club grew silent in her mind.

When she moved again, it was with a loud grunt. Others around her shuffled out of the way in fear she was angry, but Sevika knew herself that she was feeling an emotion much, much worse.

#sevika x reader #arcane sevika #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #arcane #league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane headcanon #wlw #lesbian #smut

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det-loki · 5 months

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A messy collection of my thoughts and theories for episodes one and two of 'a murder at the end of the world' :

• starting off with The Doors, already a yes from me

• this is my, hmm, sixth rewatch of both episodes? maybe more? Anyway, darby is warm colors, bill is cool. love this detail.

• The Silver Doe, silver earrings. I'm convinced Darby's earring means something. I've seen others speculate that it's reference to a hourglass. it's also similar to the logo of Andy's company.

• We meet Bill in the motel room and that is when I immediately knew I was a goner for this story. sue me, Harris Dickinson is handsome. I also love his terrible haircut

• Harris and Emma's chemistry is INSANE

• "Lee. She doesn't need my help." Oh, but maybe she does Darby. I don't trust Lee's husband in any way, shape or form

• When Darby stumbles down the (poorly made) stairs and bill asks her if she's alright? listen, i love them a whole lot. even if it's common decency to ask

• creepy fucking basement.

• bill protecting darby. BILL PROTECTING DARBY!!!

• was bill shot? did the person shoot themselves?

• I feel like importance of tattoos and meaning might come into play (darby looking at crime scene photos but also bill's and darby's)

• also during the scene where darby is being messaged by Andy's assistant, someone on reddit theorized that the letters on darbys open tabs are a code. Maybe?

• The health check before boarding the plane is raising red flags for me. Mainly the cheek swab. I dunno

• Alice Braga! You gorgeous human

• Martin reading Darby's book right in front of her is a little bit strange for a multitude of reasons but I'm definitely reading too much into most of my thoughts about it

• Darby's attention to detail is so good and such a wonderful element, considering the storyline

• Grimes.

• The closeup on Martin's nightmare on the plane. Obviously a deliberate camera choice. But whyyyy

• Flashback to Bill in the bath. I assume it's after they were confronted with the gun. Bloody rags and dirty water, Bill seems physically okay. previous point, was he shot?

• "I think this is both too much and not enough."

• Camera/Darby lingers on fisherman.

• Ray makes me nervous

• Oxygen tank to Lee's room. Strange. Food to Lee's room that Zoomer accepts, strange. Lee cleaning up the broken glass and making eye contact with Darby. very strange.

• The deep fake talk with Oliver about how you can make anyone say anything will definitely come back later. isn't audio recorded in every room or did I misunderstood that in ep 2?

• Lee and Andy are not selling me on a happy marriage. Back to maybe Lee does need Darby's help.

• Bill appearing at dinner. Was he late or early? the way bill and darby look at one another make me melt

• Also, as Bill sits down, Sian says 'definitely not him' meaning Andy didn't invite him, Lee did. And we later learn that Lee and Bill knew eachother. (how tf did darby not know that if she is such a fan of Lee. WHAT DOES IT ALL MEANNN)

• The lighting plays a huge roll. The halos above Darby and Bill at dinner

• I too would choke after seeing bill again for the first time in six years

• Lee's toast, 'to finding a way out.' And then Andy saying, 'together.' ???

• Zoomer. Robot child? Bill's kid? strange little dude nonetheless. (Zoomer doesn't/can't eat. Lee and Andy looking at one another while Zoomer and Bill play. darbys smile as she watches them. then the face bill makes after zoomer is called to sit down. and the way he responds to question of how old he is???)

• The pool scene. These people are so cliquey. yuck

• Darby punching bill and then immediately asking him for a drink. I get it. Also the way he looked at her after she punched him. Lovesick.

• Bill telling her how he loved her book, oh my God. "Really tough and fragile at the same time" fucking incredible line.

• Bill and Darby flirting

• "I need to tell you something." Insert Jennifer Lawrence clip, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!

• Darby runs into Marius, the hotel manager when she goes to Bill's room. Suspect but maybe too obvious?

• Bill asking her to stay as he dies. Holding hands through the glass. Him smiling at her. It's all too much for me.

• So much blood for someone overdosing? Head wound.

Episode 2:

• Darby's book in Bill's room covered in blood. Is that Bill's copy or Martin's from the plane?

• Everyone is very insistent on getting Darby out of Bill's room.

• The tea going to Bill's room. More broken glass

• Lee comforting Darby is very nice

• Rohan (fisherman) is the only one visibly upset and reacting like a human being told about a death

• Andy and Sian are acting like Darby is overreacting about his cause of death

• Andy saying that bill wouldn't want them to go home and quit. Dude, you didn't know him. Kick rocks.

• Again, Andy and Lee are giving me bad vibes. Lee fawns around him, he speaks over her/for her

• Lu Mei seems uncomfortable when she says she'll stay, seemingly intimated by Andy or fearful of his reaction if she did say she wanted to leave. Therefore I don't think anyone is comfortable going against him. Power imbalance. Darby seems to pick up on this

• Darby going to see Bill. Her frantically asking Ray questions with obvious answers but she craves the validation that she isn't wrong about what she suspects....I'm so sad

• Bill's tattoos are so interesting and I crave meaning

• "Someone killed you."

• My knowledge of injectable drugs all comes from 90s rock musicians, so take that as you will. The needle in Bill's room is the strangest thing I've ever seen. It looks like a diabetic tester needle. And no fingerprints.

• Lee also going to Bill's room. The plot thickens (I need to re-create her outfit in this episode it's so good)

• Is Lee telling the truth about what she was actually looking for? Also her giving Darby advice. I very much like them teaming up together

• "Don't get caught."

• Is it possible that Andy/the hotel is fielding the internet? like when darby can't look up a hack for the doorbell cam. is this an ignorant question? Perhaps.

• Darby and Bill flashback! when bill offers to come pick darby up and she immediately freaks out and runs away from the conversation...I have never felt more seen or understood. me too, girl, me too.

• Do Lee and Bill having matching line tattoos on their forearms???

• Happy birthday Darby 🥺🥺🥺

• 04/14/2017 Zoomer's birthday.

• Darby has doorbell cam footage. employees have towels. noted. David on a phonecall. Bill 🥲 (not wearing his ring) Ziba hears something, looks frightened and leaves. Bill's door opens from in the inside, hallway wall is illuminated.

• Bill's smile when he meets Darby in person for the first time. I LOVE THEM!

• Creepy mask person, go away!

• the diner darby and bill meet at is called Ray's

• I believe in love at first sight because of them.

• Frank Ocean. That's all.

#a murder at the end of the world spoilers #a murder at the end of the world #bill farrah #darby hart #harris dickinson #emma corrin #brit marling

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hairstevington · 1 year

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flowers and ink (part 5)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve go on their first date, kind of. Robin is there, but they still manage to find time alone. Especially after Eddie surprises Steve with an ace up his tattooed sleeve.

(part one, part two, part three, part four, link to Ao3)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Florist/Tattoo Artist trope, modern day AU, fluff af, FIRST KISS WOO, not to spoil lmao, first date, Platonic Stobin, Gareth is the moment

A/N: Lmao remember when this was gonna be 2 parts? HA! This one is kind of unhinged but I hope you like it. PS - There is a reference to a Djo song in here. Can you find it? Also, I cannot take credit for the line “clenched fist with hair.” I just rewatched The Haunting of Hill House and that description sends me. Enjoy!

Eddie wasn’t nervous. Why would he be nervous? He went to these kinds of shows at bars all the time. He was in his element, surrounded by people he knew. He had the power.

It was just a date. He’d been on a million of those. Well, he’d been on a few. He was less of a date kind of guy and more of a “let’s hang out and eventually we’ll just be in a relationship” kind of guy. Even still, it wasn’t like he had that much experience - especially as an adult.

“Dude, relax,” Gareth said with a light laugh.

Okay, he was nervous. He didn’t want to be, but it’s not like anybody can control their feelings. It had been a very long time since Eddie had felt so stupidly giddy about someone. And for it to be pretty-boy Steve of all people??

Eddie didn’t date people like Steve, generally. He dated, like, red flags in leather jackets. Shockingly, they never seemed to work out.

“It just feels different,” Eddie muttered, fully embarrassed by this whole thing.

“Munson,” Gareth deadpanned. “Have you ever considered maybe that’s a good thing?” Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, probably,” he agreed. And then, a man and a woman who were absolutely not dating walked through the front door, and Eddie froze. “Oh shit. They’re here.”

Gareth practically tumbled over his drum set, knocking on a cymbal as he did so. He peered over Eddie’s shoulder so he could see better. They both stared, slack-jawed, at the pair across the room.

“Holy shit,” Gareth mumbled. “That’s - you - him?”

“Him,” Eddie confirmed.

How the fuck did this man make black jeans and a t-shirt look so good? There was a vibrancy and confidence to him that he didn’t usually have at work. Eddie was used to seeing Steve around all sorts of pretty flowers. Now he was surrounded by dark walls, sticky counters, and metalheads, and he somehow looked cool as shit despite being a little different from everyone else.

“Goddamn, Flower Boy’s a heartbreaker for sure,” Gareth said. He smacked Eddie on the back. “Go get him, tiger.”

“Are you nervous?” Robin asked as they walked into the bar.

“Actually, no,” Steve answered. “You?”

“Yeah, I’m really nervous to go on your first date with Eddie,” Robin replied sarcastically. “I’m fine, just figuring out my game plan, here.”

“Your game plan?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Like, I’m not going to just be right next to you the whole time, that would be weird. So I’ll have to find someone else to talk to, or pretend I have a UTI and go to the bathroom every five minutes or something.”

“Or you could just get a drink, enjoy the music…” Steve suggested playfully.

“Whatever,” Robin replied with a laugh. “Here he comes, don’t be an idiot!”

“Being an idiot is part of my charm,” Steve responded. He watched as Eddie weaved through the people at the bar, looking just as he always did. Which was, ya know, insanely hot.

“Steve, hi!” Eddie greeted him. There was a moment where neither of them knew if this was a handshake or a hug moment, but they recovered quickly (and evidently decided neither was appropriate). “Robin, nice to see you. The show starts in like fifteen minutes. Do you want a drink?” Robin and Steve nodded, and then the three of them were off to the bar.

Steve paid for all three of them, even though Eddie tried to pick up the tab at first. Steve just thought it was weird to have his date pay for him AND his emotional support lesbian. Once they were served, Robin gasped.

“Oh my god,” she said. “I just forgot I have to call my - my Aunt Shirley. She missed her flight and ended up having to drive in a rental car across the country with a total stranger, and I promised I’d check in.”

“Oooookay…” Eddie said. Robin flitted off, and Steve burst out laughing. “How much of that was a lie?”

“Well, she does have an Aunt Shirley,” Steve replied. “The rest was from a movie we watched last week.”

“Very nice,” Eddie grinned. “And subtle.”

“She’s good like that,” Steve replied, returning the smile.

They continued chatting about their days, then ended up on a tangent about video games. Talking to Eddie was easy. Fourteen minutes later, Robin came back.

“How’s our gal Shirley?” Eddie asked with a smirk. Robin chuckled.

“She’s good. The car got set on fire, so that’s a bummer, but she’ll figure it out,” she joked. The three of them laughed, and then the radio cut out, and the lights dimmed. Four men walked onto stage, and people in the crowd clapped. Eddie was cheering, so Steve did too.

“Hello everyone, we are Corroded Coffin,” the lead singer began. “- and we hope you get good and drunk tonight so that we sound even better.”

Laughter, then more cheering. Steve wasn’t really sure what he was in for, but then the music began, and he figured it out pretty quickly.

So, it was like, metal. Not Steve’s favorite, but that’s okay. He could practically feel Robin shrinking beside him though. She was really not a fan of the loud, angry stuff.

But truthfully, Steve didn’t care that much about the music. He cared more about Eddie next to him, and the way he was absolutely beaming.

“Are you a big fan of these guys or something?” Steve asked between songs.

“Something like that!” Eddie replied.

“I need to walk my dog!” Robin chimed in, disappearing again.

Steve finished his drink and felt a need to do something with his hands now that he no longer had a cup to carry. It wasn’t the kind of scene where he could just hold Eddie’s hand or anything, but Steve was all about physical touch. He refrained, just because he didn’t know how to navigate this space. It was all kind of foreign to him.

The band was good. The crowd loved them. Eddie loved them. Hell, Steve even loved them. They put on a decent show with a nice mix of covers and originals. Some of the covers were even songs that Steve knew well.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Eddie said, ducking away from Steve and disappearing into the bar. Robin swooped in almost immediately.

“Where’s he going?” Robin asked.

“I dunno, maybe he has a dog too,” Steve teased. “You don’t have to keep making up reasons to leave us alone, you know.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun,” Robin replied, as if it were obvious. “And considering this show is my actual hell, I’ll take fun where I can get it.” Steve chuckled.

“If you wanna head out, that’s okay. I think I can take it from here,” he permitted.

“Steve,” Robin replied, acting like she was on the verge of tears. “If you weren’t on a date right now I’d propose.”

“I already proposed to you last month, remember?”

Robin had come home with a surprise pizza after Steve had a particularly hard day. He nearly cried with happiness.

“Oh, right. Shit, does Eddie know?” Robin joked. The two of them laughed, and then they were interrupted by the band.

“Alright, you guys,” the lead singer said. “Thank you for being such a great crowd, and for giving us a few minutes to set up here. We have a special treat for you tonight.”

“Imagine they just start playing Barbie Girl or something,” Steve said.

“God, I wish,” Robin replied with a smirk. The lead singer continued.

“Back when the band first started, we had a different guitarist,” he announced. “And tonight, the original legend himself is here, so we thought we’d save him some spotlight. Everyone, give it up for Eddie Munson!”

“Um, okay,” Robin said. “Never mind. I’m not going anywhere.”

Steve was so shocked, there was a moment where his brain convinced him that the guitarist in question just so happened to have the same name as his date. But then Eddie walked out on stage, grinning from ear to ear, and taking the place of the guy who’d been playing guitar up to that point. Eddie slung it over his shoulder, looking completely comfortable and at home, and then waved to the audience.

After a minute of adjustment, they started playing Master of Puppets.

Steve’s eyes bugged out of his head. He’d never been more attracted to anyone in his life.

When Gareth offered to have Eddie join the stage for a song, there was no way he could pass it up. Not only was he excited to play with his friends again, but he never felt more confident than he did when he was performing. It was a rush he’d come to miss these last few years.

Back then, they usually just played for a couple of drunks in dive bars. This time, the bar was packed. It still wasn’t the Garden or anything, but it felt just as good.

Master of Puppets was a song he’d learned in high school, and they used to close every show with it. Eddie didn’t play guitar as often anymore, but muscle memory is a crazy thing. He also tattooed people for a living, so he was generally pretty precise with his hands.

He’d ran through it a few times before the show, and was surprised at how quickly it came back to him. He didn’t miss a note.

After his song, the band took a little break. Eddie still felt high as he stepped off the stage and made his way back to where Steve and Robin had been standing. Gareth trailed behind him, desperate to meet the man who had managed to soften the clenched fist with hair that was Eddie Munson.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Steve said as they approached him. The blush on his face combined with the playful tone of his voice let Eddie know he’d done what he’d set out to do.

“What?” Eddie replied, smirking.

“That was -” Steve stuttered. “- I mean - and you - and you didn’t -”

“Hi, I’m Gareth!” Eddie’s friend extended a hand out to shake with both Robin and Steve. “Eddie and I are old friends, and I had the amazing idea to bring him on stage tonight so that I could be the world’s best wingman. It’s nice to meet you!”

“Come on, dude,” Eddie said to Gareth. “Let me look cool for at least ten seconds before you give me away.”

“That’s okay,” Robin said, glancing at Steve beside her. “I think his brain short-circuited.”

“Eddie, can we -?” Steve asked. “Uh, go somewhere private?”

Eddie wasn’t sure whether or not that was a good thing. He hoped it was a good thing, obviously, but Steve’s face was completely blank. Maybe Steve hated metal music. He hadn’t asked or prepared the guy when they planned this whole thing.

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie said, pretending he wasn’t thinking a million things at once. He led Steve back through the crowd and to a backstage area, where he’d been with Gareth and the rest of the band earlier in the night. Once they were alone, the silence around them felt suffocating. “Uh, is everything o-”

And then Steve was kissing him. Eddie was stunned, but only for a brief moment. Steve pulled away.

“This is okay, right?” he asked.

“Yeahyeahyeah,” Eddie responded, pulling him right back in.

Dating might not have been Eddie’s specialty, but making out sure was. Of course, Steve seemed to be excellent at both.

“Damn,” Steve muttered, his lips brushing Eddie’s. “Felt like if I didn’t do that I’d explode or something.”

Steve was hot, sensitive, funny, and a great kisser.

Eddie was in deep shit. Welcome back, Heart-Eyes Munson.

“So,” Gareth said, now that he was alone with Robin. “What was that about?”

“Well,” Robin responded. “I know Steve pretty well, and it’s very likely they’re sucking face back there.”

“You think?” Gareth asked, amused. “Wow. Look at our boys go.”

“Took them long enough,” Robin said.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Gareth asked. Robin froze, unsure how to respond. “I’m kidding. I can tell you hated it, and that’s okay.”

“I didn’t hate it,” Robin clarified. “Like, if it was this or the one-woman show, I’d choose this.”

“One-woman show?” Gareth asked.

“Oh, right. You don’t know me. Ha,” Robin replied. Talking to new people made her kind of nervous. That’s why she loved being around Steve, because he always just kinda knew what she was thinking and had all the context of her madness. “It’s a - Steve and I were talking about it earlier.”

“Okay, well we’ve still got time before I go back on.” Gareth said, urging Robin to continue.

“Uh, okay,” she began. “So, you’re not from here, right?” Gareth shook his head. “Okay, so basically all over town there’s this flier advertising this mysterious one-woman show. It says nothing about the show or the woman performing it, just that it’s ‘a solid 6 out of 10 experience,’ said by some random reviewer, and apparently the show is called Pot of Gold.”

“Damn,” Gareth replied. “And you’d rather be here than go to that?” Robin chuckled.

“Yeah, because I don’t trust it. Like, what if it’s secretly a multi-level marketing thing or I get kidnapped or it’s really just a prank show and then my dumb ass is on camera? What if I hate it but I’m too awkward to leave, so then I just have to sit there while a single person talks at me? Oh God, what if I’m the only one in the audience?”

“You have thought about this a lot,” Gareth teased. Robin shrugged. “I get it, but honestly it sounds kinda fun. I’m here for a couple days. I’d go with you, if you want. It would get rid of the possibility of you being alone at least!”

“Oh,” Robin said, blushing. She hated doing this next part. “That’s really nice of you, but uh - I mean, I’m gay.” Gareth laughed, completely unfazed.

“Yeah, Eddie already briefed me,” he joked. “I’m not hitting on you, I swear. I’m just mad curious now, and I live for the chaos.”

“I see why you and Eddie are friends,” Robin said. “Yeah, maybe. I’ve been dying to know what it’s about, honestly.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Gareth agreed. “I could probably get the other guys to join if that helps. Eddie and Steve too, unless they’re gonna be gross.” Robin laughed.

“Okay,” she said. “Then, I mean - if you want to? It could be fun as a group.”

“And if it’s not, we can make fun of it afterwards over some beers or something.”

Robin realized at that moment that it had been a while since she had made new friends. The band wouldn’t be in town for very long, but the idea of hanging out with them did actually seem fun.

“Deal,” she confirmed.

The two certified idiots Eddie and Steve came bumbling back moments later, showing all telltale signs that Robin had been correct - flushed faces, mussed hair, and a far more relaxed dynamic between the two of them.

“Hey guys,” Eddie greeted them casually. “Sorry, Steve just had to kiss me real quick.” Steve somehow became even redder than he had just been. He laughed nervously and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You’re really not discreet, are you?” Steve asked. Eddie leaned over and spoke low enough that only Steve could hear.

“No, but now you know a good way to get me to shut up.”

Steve’s heart stopped. Lord almighty. Eddie stood straight again, acting as if he hadn’t just said what he’d said. Apparently, he could be discreet when he wanted to be. Eddie nonchalantly reached over and interlocked his fingers with Steve’s, giving his hand a quick squeeze.

“Well, I guess I better get back up there,” Gareth said, excusing himself.

“And it looks like my work here is done, too,” Robin said, curtsying before exiting as well.

Steve felt much better now that they’d crossed that physical barrier. He kept himself attached to Eddie the rest of the night, enjoying the music while barely registering it, feeling like he was on cloud 9.

“So,” Eddie said once the show was over. “How’d I do?”

They were walking hand in hand down the street, swinging their arms between them like they were silly teenagers.

“I’d say you crushed it,” Steve replied. “You know what this means, right?”

“What?” Eddie wondered.

“Well, you planned this one,” Steve pointed out. “So, I get the next one.”

“Sounds reasonable to me.”

They made it to Steve’s apartment. Eddie walked him to the door like a gentleman.

“Just you wait,” Steve teased. “Now that I know we’re pulling all the stops, get ready to have the best date of your life.”

Eddie gave Steve a quick peck on the lips and smiled.

“I don’t doubt it,” he responded.

He really didn’t.

(next part)

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honipaii · 28 days

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REVIEW TIME!

Okay, I've been waiting to write a review for this one!

Let's introduce Henri from "The Ssum" (Bravo, Bravo!)

I just fell in love with Henri since the first time I saw that post.

Elise broke my heart (I don't hate her) but I understand that mama's boy, I hope they are all happy.

Everyone got them own flaws but Henri had been empathic with me until now. And his voice! His laugh! So heart-warming! Omg, he's so silly and cute and serious and and...!! I love him. I want to know him more!

Update! Spoilers ahead!

I'm heartbroken, Henri isn't a bad guy he's just dependent of his family. Until this day (8th day of his route) I've been able to know him more and more, I really like it. Sometimes he says things that break my chicken heart like this message:

And I'm like 'Gosh, dude! Don't even say that! U r a good man, shut it!'. I don't hate nor dislike him. There're just bad people (Elise, stop. You can still change) that don't understand Henri. It breaks my heart! Do it again, Cheritz!

Update! (Yes, again) And Spoilers! (Again)

Look at him! OhGoshILoveHim! (He broke my heart like 3 times but that's for the sake of the plot)

I love how he's written and his problems too. And with the problems he has, it makes sense for him to act like this. He just needs patience and he needs love too...! (Our, the MC's, love. Not Elise's twisted love)

Update! (Yes, again 222) And Spoilers! (Again 222)

I'M. SO. SUPER. IN. LOVE

I LOVE a man who can talk about casual plans like himmm. I LOVE a man who is happy about the idea of being in the same house as me. (I love the idea of me being loved by Henri).

Let. Him. Cook.

Duudeee, the way I'd literally eat anything this man gives me DUDE.

LET HIM COOK 222 (for me)

Update! (Yes, again 333) And Spoilers! (Again 333)

We are cringe, but we are free. I literally told him to wear cat ears as a joke and HE ACTUALLY DID IT? Gosh- Henri, you're killing me.

Anyways, I can't actually believe that everything with Elise haven't been resolved yet! It's ok (?) to make a fuss because of someone "played" with your child. But because that someone haven't responded ik two days? That someone is a doctor. Doctors have a hard time you know?? I was legit confused.

Your honor! This man is the silliest!

Update 444! Spoilers 444!

Your honor! What!?

I- what? Here I can see that Henri is getting his karma, ik ik he have a red flag or two (or three...) but isn't this a little bit... I don't know... EXTREME? Lord? He literally fainted, I was shocked (Not much, he wanted me to feel sorry (I am but he's nit the only victim here) for him)

Now in 14th day of his route, it's about to end and I'm TREMBLING IN FEAR cuz there still are problems to be solved;;...

Last Update (12-04)

The last day finally came and I'm SOBBING. I ALREADY REACHED THE LIMIT OF IMAGES AND I WANTED TO AHHH

Henri I love him, mom. When he said 'I'll say the rest when I get back to the island. So wait for me' I was DYING, I knew that was the last day, it hurts.

So far I've really liked Henri.

So so much. I mean- the way he's always considerate towards me yet the way he's just like a little kid wanting attention and avoiding culpability because of his parents and childhood makes me want to-!!! It drives me insane how much I grow fond of him of his calm voice when he talks about little things and when he's stressed, seeking comfort in the MC.

I REALLY liked Henri. I'm now testing other ssumone while waiting to another update.

#TheSsum #TheSsum_Henri_Review #the ssum

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reclusivedouche · 10 months

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Riverdale 7x12 Thoughts

This two boys opening, where Archie and Reggie are obviously on a bisexual journey

Leave Julian Blossom in a coma tbh

Especially how Clifford wants to blame Reggie like bro your stupid kid did the thing

I think Archie should sock Clifford Julian-style bc honestly Clifford could not take Archie

Sheriff Keller really is the worst version of himself in season 7 like he is so much worse at Sheriff-ing

Juggy defending Ethel from going back to the sisters like just kiss her already omg

Alice is absolutely insane omg the way she is just like my mother where she acts like she isn't a fucking asshole

Honestly if she was gonna like fake adopt Ethel she should've given her Betty's room

The way every episode is like Archie having to ponder while someone (Reggie, or the gays) are going through it like he is a fool but like I love him anyway but

the storytelling choices

It truly never occurred to Veronica she could break into her own home like?

OMG Mrs. Thornton is so dirty for just reading Archie's poem out loud and then naming him as the author to the whole class

GIRL WHY

Archie looking so pressed while she reads it is the same energy I had when I had to sit through my own play being read at a showcase

KEVIN THINKING IT WAS CLAY WHO WROTE IT

Push him out the window

Additionally, tho, has Archie broken bread with Kevin and Clay over the gay things??

Sports where we're really saying bulldog brother in distress

this stupid comic book thing I need to know what Francis Dupont Werthers is DOING

Am absolutely loving that Ethel is actually getting story ???

Even tho like LET HER LIPS TOUCH JUGGY'S

Or another boy (or girl w/e)

Not Julian tho

That fucker

Honestly Archie should also punch Uncle Frank for being stupid

Betty looked so upset when she thought Archie and Reggie were coming over

Old white men wanting to go back to the old days??? Always a red flag

Clifford is really out here threatening to kill Cheryl as if he did not kills Jason 65 years ago in the future or whatever

Omg my friend had to tell me the song was from South Pacific and now that I know, I'm having a very visceral memory of the time I was in South Pacific (as the only non-singing part tho lmao)

There were a lot of gross men in that bc they could sing (and I mean the actors not the like characters tho...)

The choreo is so much better in Riverdale tho

Even if it involves Kevin

Like could Clay kiss a hot man? Idk

Betty getting a gay ex boyfriend like? Good for her. But like get rid of Kevin

Veronica is so thirsty and I'm so into it except when she's being a predator to out gays (to herself)

Dilton having a huge dick tho is my absolute favorite throwaway detail like yes

HUNGOVER AND STARING AT DILTON

Is this thing where Mrs. Thornton is suddenly like the teacher is bc she's the one who's gonna be accused of communism

Is that happening next week with the outings? Eek

The comic boss dude being like immediately ready to have Ethel draw like yes I love it

He's dead I mean literally you killed him lol

Very pleased we actually get to see Mary working part time at the dress shop

The way they speak to her like she is the one who curates the dresses being sold

I simply don't understand why we have to have Brett Weston Wallace but we don't also get Donna like give us Donna!

Let the boys kiss while they do the dishes

Justice for Ethel!!!

Is Jughead still drinking powdered milk or is that gone now that the milkman is dead

I better see a canon kiss between Betty and Veronica in a future episode or ELSE

THEY ARE IN LOVE

Love only getting Polly in name tho I'm sure we'll have to deal with her at some point this season

Betty is also the ultimate ex-girlfriend

MARY ANDREWS GO AWAY

LET THEM KISS

Okay tho Mary then reading the riot act to Alice, who is completely unbothered lmao

They will legitimately drag anyone to Riverdale but never Katy Keene give us KATY

I heard the good word from the bird

Jughead is wise beyond his years??? Somewhere in there is a memory of the future!

Veronica called Betty ;-;

These boys are going to WRESTLE

Just let them kiss my god

Archie asking Reggie to wear his dad's patch

BOYFRIENDS

Like Reggie knows Archie likes to write poems

Write him a poem

Also are we gonna have to see Archie at the Dark Room lmao

Ugh okay next week is gonna be a full trip I am not ready

#riverdale #riverdale season 7

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alittlebirb · 2 years

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Some cursed chaos from the MCC Pride 22 Pink Parrots!

Ranbo starting his stream off by reacting to and fanboying over the Game Theory video on his ARG

"I saw this, and I started to shake, basically." -Ranboo

They really went all out with the outfits. Jack and Ethan becoming strawberry maids 🍰, and Ranboo dressing up as a half gay real estate agent and half gay sports trainer 🏳️‍🌈.

"Dude, Tubbo and Aimsey are beating the shit out of me. I don't know how to feel about that. I'm leaving." -Jack

Ranboo putting up a hospital background on his greenscreen because he's sick

Jack listing off all of the games in the event, and Ethan just going..."I don't even know what half of those are. So now I'm a little nervous!"

Jack calling the resident minecrafters "Booboo" and "Pappy"

Jack seeing the NoxCrew button and wanting to press it, but refraining out of fear that he'd accidentally start the event

"It's like Ace Race kicks in, and I'm like 'Fuck guys, sorry, I'm new here!" -Jack

"I'm ready to fight for the gays!" -Jack

"Are you well rested Booboo? Are you ready to kill?" -Jack to Ranboo

Ethan and Ranboo unintentionally getting matching parrots!

Ranboo making strange noises while choosing his flag, and Jack just asking "uhhh...come again?"

"Sapnap, he's got like trickle down skill. He'll feed us his skill." -Ranboo

Ethan mentioning that he's very scared of Red this event, especially from practicing so often with Foolish

"I found out yesterday he's hot too, which is a real bummer to learn." -Ethan

"He's hot, he's tall, he's strong...he's good Minecraft." -Jack

"Foolish peaked in high school, and then he kept going." -Ethan

Jack finding out that Ranboo is 6'6, and just going "Mother of God!", like he's discovered a demon in his midst

"If I mention Tokyo Ghoul, do you think he'll join the call?" -Jack about Sapnap

"I don't know what to do. I just have this sudden urge to play Juice WRLD, because I'm nervous." -Sapnap

The countdown starting, and Jack asking "why is the start of MCR playing over and over again??"

Jack seeing the lightshow lasers begin, and yelling "Anime is real, man!"

Sapnap confessing to using performance enhancing drugs in order to improve his Minecraft performance

Jack and Ethan getting immediately overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds of the decision dome

"I'm just going to be your bitch for this entire game." -Jack to Sapnap during GR

"Guys, I have to shit so bad right now." -Ethan, 30 seconds before the first game starts

Jack's absolutely horrifying GUI scale blocking his entire view

"These jams are insane!" -Ethan

Jack and Ethan just being absolutely lost during the crafting room while Ranboo and Sapnap make everything

"We did it guys! All four of us!" -Jack

Jack cheering them on by saying they're so "sexy" and "cool"! They're "hotter than Foolish!"

Sapnap asking what other beasts they have to kill, and Jack frantically screaming "DO WE HAVE TO KILL EACH OTHER??"

"HOW DO YOU MILK A COW??" -Ethan

"You guys are brothers to me now!" -Jack, after undergoing the Terrible Trials of Grid Runners

Ethan, panicked, asking that he's floating now, is that normal??

"I wanted to help so bad, and I just felt like a kid poking his parents, whining 'can I have a toy?" -Jack

Ranboo seeing that Green is still playing, and screaming "we're beating Youtube!"

Jack saying Build Mart (derogatory), and Sapnap immediately screaming "YEAHHH!!! BUILD MART SUCKS! BUILD MART SUCKS!"

"I just crave death for the enemy teams." -Sapnap

Sapnap being bestowed infinite eggs and immediately using the power to throw eggs into Red's area as much as possible

"They have a chicken army now." -Sapnap

Jack opting out of hunting people in PKT because he has asthma...you know how it is, this maid outfit's a bit tight...

Ranboo and Aimsey being frens :] besties :] every time they interact

Jack getting caught and screaming "AH! MY SPHINCTER!"

"That was the worst thing I've done in my life!" -Ethan

"Don't worry, you've got plenty of time to do more bad things!" -Jack

Sapnap going against the Simmers, apparently containing his nemesis??, and saying "Romeo and Juliet have gotta go!"

"I'll get them out literally...pretty quick." -Sapnap

Ranboo participating in gay on gay crime against Scott and briefly turning into the Joker

Jack and Ethan responding to Sapnap saying "I have to pee so bad it's ludicrous" in drastically different tones

"Do it where you sit." -Jack

"You have two minutes to do it! ^^" -Ethan

Jack seeing Tina letting a fox loose in the decision dome and screaming "TINA, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Oh my god, they had the chickens give birth on the field!" -Ranboo, traumatized

Sapnap rushing mid in SG and getting a ludicrous amount of gear and handing it out to the group, it's like that meme where a character has infinite weapon storage on their person

Jack yelling "Get out of our house!" at Green as they're murdering them

Ethan distressedly asking how do you eat in Minecraft??

Ranboo having to kill cute little animals and feeling VERY distressed about it

"Dude, you're like a bloodhound!" -Jack to Sapnap

Sapnap starting to feel bad about what they did to Green (as he should) and Jack reassuring him "it wasn't your fault they were caught with their pants down! You just clapped some cheeks."

Sapnap transforming into the Tasmanian Devil when he finds it they're playing BB

Sapnap doing something cool and immediately saying "that needs to go on Reddit!"

Ranboo saying he has an idea, and when Jack asks him what it is, replying "...I don't know."

"I kept dinking them, but they wouldn't fucking DIE!" -Jack

"That's my bloodhound!" -Jack about Sapnap

"For the gamers! Emphasis on the Gay." -Ethan

Sapnap asking if he can 1v4 Green as a bit, and then getting absolutely ROLLED by them

Jack managing to kill 3 of Lime and get a win at the very last second, and subsequently freaking out

"Oh, I'm so erect." -Jack

"Ranboo, you're a natural born leader!" -Jack

"Thank you, I'm really good at making people do what I want without them knowing." -Ranboo

"Bro, I'm getting all my shit stolen." -Sapnap during BM

"It's okay, I'm stealing everyone else's, so it evens out." -Ranboo

Jack asking for directions on what he should get, and Sapnap telling him to "get building things...very descriptive, I know."

The team wishing each other luck as they mute and deafen up for AR, and Jack quietly saying "I love you."

Ranboo recounting how he found out about MCC from watching Techno's record AR run

"This is the worst commentary for this game that I think I've ever done." -Ranboo

Jack and Ethan going through actual hell during this gamemode

"Jesus Christ, that was the worst thing that's ever happened. Fuckin' ay." -Ethan

Ranboo spectating Jack and yelling at him to "fly through the air, you majestic creature! Fly! Fly!"

Ranboo watching Ethan overshoot the jump pad and shoot into the void twice in the row, and Ethan rejoining the call with "THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY GODDAMN LIFE."

"There's one way to describe this, and it's just Ugh." -Sapnap

"Junji Ito style, everyone has their hole!" -Ethan about HITW

Sapnap just incoherently wailing his head off during the first round, while Jack shouts "big balls, big balls!"

This is straight up one of the most chaotic HITW povs that I've ever watched

"Oh good, I thought I just embarrassed myself in front of the whole JumboTron." -Jack after finding out there's 3 rounds

"Now you can potentially do it 3 times!" -Ranboo

Jack throwing down a pig and yelling "bacon will give you strength!"

Ethan seeing the CUTE wall and mistaking it for CUNT

Sapnap predicting the NoxCrew bringing out a second, secret BM round for the 8th game

"If you're gonna get coffee tomorrow, just don't get coffee tomorrow. Buy donations. Buy Pride." -Jack

"I just hope my gamer instincts kick in. I know this starts like The Purge." -Jack about Terra Swoop Force

Ranboo seeing the stack of NPCs in TGTTOS and calling them a totem

Sapnap fucking camping out at the end of the Cliffs maps and doing everything he can to kill Martyn

Ranboo freaking out and trying to figure out why he can't build, and Jack realizing it's because he's riding him

Ranboo becomes the Joker while fruit punching Scott pt.2

"StOp, 5up! Just tell me WHY?!?" -Sapnap

Ranboo finding out Green came last, and saying "well, that's what you get when you go to Youtube."

"You want to see me get shot, I see what you post on Twitter dot com! You want me shot, dragged through the mud, put in a meat grinder, and this is your chance! Donate now!" -Ranboo, encouraging the 20v20 donation goal

Ranboo saying they make the donation link confusing on purpose, then backpedaling rapidly, Jack trying to save it by saying it can't be STRAIGHTforward ;), and Ranboo immediately killing it again by responding "It's not straightforward because it's a money laundering scheme."

"I'm sad I can't see George kill Dream." -Jack about DB

"Why is it playing 80's cop movie music?" -Ethan

Jack cheering on Karl's downfall, and explaining that "Karl's the nicest guy, but it's fun to see him go down with an arrow."

Jack staring at Dream's block character moments before his death and commenting that he looks scared

"You saw his ghost!" -Ethan

"I could smell the pee in his pants!" -Jack

Sapnap saying his unicorn disappeared, in the saddest most confused voice, and Jack telling him "You should've held onto it."

"There was just a big clap of thunder, so if you don't hear from me, it's because I died." -Jack

"Nothing wrong with getting struck by lightning, it builds character!" -Ranboo

Ranboo saying he wants to get struck by lightning now, and Jack suggesting he could change his brand to Ran-bolt!

Everyone absolutely losing their minds as Jack wins the 20v20

"HE'S A GOD!!" -Ranboo

"Baby we may have come 7th, but here we came first!" -Ethan

The outrage when they see Red wearing all the crowns and standing with the coin, with Ranboo just getting on his unicorn and riding away

"I did not go through fire and flame for this! How dare you stand where he stood??" -Jack

"I've been on world tour, and this was way scarier than that." -Jack

Jack calling Sapnap "an absolute monster at this game", and Ranboo a great leader who's "very talented at these games as well".

Pink Parrots finished MCC Pride 22 in 7th place!

#mcc #mccp22 #mcc pride 22 #crankgameplays #ranboo #jacksepticeye #sapnap #birb's mcc recaps #new tag!! I've already made a lot of these posts (with many to come) so I'll be using this tag in case you want to find all of them!#a very weird feeling crossover event #but very fun #they did very very well for not being minecrafters #and it seems like they had a ton of fun #and raised a ton of money!#which is what matters

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emperorbigdaddydrip · 5 months

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(Big Daddy Drip)

‘Lane’ by Big Daddy Drip is on #SoundCloud https://on.soundcloud.com/FeFXa! If you’re interested in gameplay, podcasts, vlogs, prayers, and blessings, then make sure to check it out, show some support, show some love, and make sure you share!

THE ORIGINAL LYRICS:

"Look, I don’t wanna play no games, stay in lane If you not on what I’m on, stay in lane I don’t wanna pick your brain, baby, stay in your lane Go stay in your lane, Please stay in your lane

I don’t wanna play no games, stay in lane If you not on what I’m on, stay in lane I don’t wanna pick your brain, baby, stay in your lane Go stay in your lane, Please stay in your lane

I see your mind’s not right, stay in your lane What’s in your heart ain’t right, stay in your lane I know the soul’s not right, stay in your lane Go stay in your lane, please stay in your lane It’s so obvious, baby, I do not have to explain I’m sure you got a lotta of guys you can go entertain I’m protecting my peace, you should do the same ‘Cuz I’m not going insane behind nobody

I don’t wanna play no games, stay in lane If you not on what I’m on, stay in lane I don’t wanna pick your brain, baby, stay in your lane Go stay in your lane, Please stay in your lane

All I needed was a second just to really gauge How you’re moving, and we can’t be on the same page You haven’t opened up the book, you ain’t even take look I’m not letting you off the hook, and don’t act like your shook Red flags up, I ain’t overlooking nothing Showing off your looks, tryna tell me that it’s something You see that I ain’t fazed, and you think that I’m fronting I’m Big Daddy Drip, and I’m always stunting The dude making moves in the city, still running Putting in work got my phone still buzzing Seen your type, you’re like a dime a dozen Cheap to almost nothing Trying to hang on ‘cuz I got gold on my wrist Had to cop a new whip, and I got lane assist Don’t get told no a lot, so she might be pissed Hit the gas and I’m gone, and she will not be missed Vroom, Vroom

I don’t wanna play no games, stay in lane If you not on what I’m on, stay in lane I don’t wanna pick your brain, baby, stay in your lane Go stay in your lane, Please stay in your lane

I don’t wanna play no games, stay in lane If you not on what I’m on, stay in lane I don’t wanna pick your brain, baby, stay in your lane Go stay in your lane, Please stay in your lane"

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komori--shoma · 2 years

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【30 Questions of CP, OC & Fandom】

Credits to @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat

1. How long have you been in this fandom?

I've known Diabolik Lovers since June from 2015, and boy was that an extremely interesting time—

2. Who's your fictional boyfriend/husband?

Reiji "The Arsonist" Sakamaki has been my favourite Diaboys since day one and at this point I have no intention on apologizing about it. Followed by Ruki and Ritcher but we're only touching Reiji here—

3. Why do you like them?

Ok the first reason are the daddy issues—

I'M KIDDING I'M KIDDING. Honestly, I loved his design first, and fell for the rest second.

I knew since I was a kiddo that I was a SUCKER for evil dudes in purple/"Disney villain" colours, a simp for deep voices, AND a SUCKER for people in glasses. So when I heard Reiji's voice and saw him my world turned into whatever tf I am now and I have not known peace since then.

Now, let's go more in deep.

I saw Reiji, and I knew he was a gentleman. I knew he was the type that would kiss your knuckles as a "I love you" gesture. I saw him thanks to lots of translations in YouTube and Tumblr just how devoted and in love he is in the MC/Yui. I just loved how he eventually showed himself out of his shell (even if back then I also recognised some damn red flags and I felt conflicted), how bastard he can be, how smart and... Well, all that he is. It's hard for me to put into words how I feel about him as a whole, but I think this will do.

Also HE'S PETTY WHEN HE WANTS TO. I never wanted a man to be that petty until I met him. Love that he uses pans to wake everyone up.

Also HIS LAUGH PEOPLE. I LOVE Both OF HIS LAUGHS THE SEXY ONE AND THE GENUINE ONE.

4. Have you make acquaintance with anyone that ships themselves with the same character?

I don't think these people are truly shipping themselves with him but, again, they're interested so it counts. And there's only three that I'm aware they're Reiji stans so-

@the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers Ava I summon you from the darkest pit of the hell we have entered—

@ihatereiji the name itself it's a lie and you know it-

@yui--komori I'M ALMOST SURE YOU'RE IN THE SAME HELL AS I AM.

5. How do you feel about it?

“Finally a fellow simp I was about to go insane—” was my first thought when I met them so all good on that ❤️.

6. Do you feel any negativity towards them?

Nope! Not at all!

7. Do you like seeing their oc(s) interact with your man/woman?

ABSOLUTELY YES. GO ON HUN PLEASE INTERACT WITH HIM FOR ME SO I CAN TAKE TIPS— I'm kidding I'm kidding-

Still I love seeing other Oc's interact with different Reiji blogs and every portrayal I see is great!

8. Do you feel competitive against them?

No?? Just self-conscious tho-

9. Confident, or pessimistic?

A bit of both ngl— It depends honestly.

10. Would you like more to get to know about your ship, or would you rather it being lowkey?

If this comes for Shoma/The Kurosawa Family x Other Oc's, I'd love for more people to know about that once more of their stories comes to light! I'm thinking of doing routes for them but I'm not quite sure yet.

11. Do you follow any of those people (them whom ship themselves with your fictional lover)

Yes yes I do and with pride 👀

12. Are you friends with them?

Hell I sure hope I am- Love yall lots 🥺🥺

13. What do you think about the 'stans' ?

You go tigers.

14. Are you worried about plagiarism or copying of your oc(s) by others?

I live in fear everyday of what I'm doing everyday bc sometimes I'm really out of touch with other blogs that I'm afraid of doing something they did before-

15. How do you handle such a situation if it happens?

I honestly don't know.

16. Is your cp public or only between a particular circle of friends?

Well, both Shoma and the others yall already know are pretty public! I still have some others that are private, like a WIP, but I'm still willing to talk about them if yall ask.

17. Do you like a specific cp ship, whats the reason? (I dare you to tag them~!)

There ain't an specific ship in the Shoma blog, but... [ Cracks knuckles ]

For my Shoma blog.

@fruit-of-infidelity. When this first started it was just me seeing how Ryuuto is. Now I truly think I would give Ava my left arm JUST to see them together because my dumb ass... Cries of happiness every single time they interact I'm not even kidding.

@supersweetlyuniquebouquetstuff TOMOKY AND SHOMA ARE MY SETORIN I FHDGDGEGDFSFD AAAAAAAAAAAAH

For my Kurosawa Family blog.

@mino-diabolik/@daughter-of-royalty MY FAVOURITE SHIPS COMES FROM THESE TWO BLOGS AND THEY'RE PERFECT. LOVE THEM. ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL I CAN'T WAIT FOR CONVOITISE TO SIMP FOR KAZUHA LIKE THE SLUT HE IS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Also, AIMIC BECAME MY SETORIN I SWEAR TO GOD I WOULD DIE FOR THEM.

@bird--trappedinacage For legal and moral reasons I can't send a real August on your way Ava but every ask I get from you to August makes me really happy 🥺

18. What kind of behaviors do you suppose is pretentious to you?

I don’t know, honestly. Just like @mino-diabolik said, I suppose it's trying to embellish my writing to make descriptions somewhat prettier and more complex (???) because I don’t like repeating words.

19. What kind of comments do you dislike the most when it comes cp feedbacks of your oc(s)?

I’ve never had any.

20. Have you receive hates about your oc(s) before?

Just one and for the Kurosawa blog when I first made it public. It was about me having too much OC's and trying to show off. But since I'm a bit coo-coo, my reaction was... The complete opposite of what I expected.

21. Do you have a complete love story of your cp?

YES I HAVE DAMMIT.

Aimic is the only one "complete" and dare I say it's one of my first experiences that I genuinely have fun with since I got here. I would be lying if I say I am not grateful for meeting the Admin and their wonderful OC.

22. Do you allow joint of alternate universe with the canon version of your cp story?

I do!, even if there isn't really a "Canon" ship in here other than casual relationships with the DL boys and other people from other universes (always wanted to see how much would they fit in Twisted Wonderland tho 👀), I usually do enjoy these ships, because these clowns I have to call my children are mine to torture—. Both blogs exists to enjoy both "canon" ships and AU ships!

23. Are you okay with people shipping their oc(s) with yours?

YES YES YES. I AM SO HAPPY WHEN THAT HAPPENS. I LOVE IT. YES.

There’s nothing that brought me more to an excitement rush with me jumping up and down than to people thinking my characters are worthy of being paired up with theirs, but still, I expect someone to ask me if it's ok beforehand bc my dumb ass might get confused in the way unless you're absolutely obvious in the way.

Please if any of yall ever did this on Anon it's ok I really like it when it happens 👀🥺.

24. Ever gone through a bad experience in the fandom?

Thank god I didn't. Just one single anon hate (the one from question 20) and it literally made me so happy bc it meant I'm doing a good job—

25. The ocs that you admire in this fandom are? (Tag them~)

... Oh boy here we go.

I'll put here both OC blogs and Canon blogs because I can.

@mino-diabolik/@daughter-of-royalty

@fruit-of-infidelity

@supersweetlyuniquebouquetstuff

@smonie

@nutaella-kookie

@secretarykang

@crimson-mayhem/@retelling-of-ragnarok

@gingerall

@mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat

@the-timeless-founder

@kauzebridgerton/@kauze-bridgerton

@lured-into-wonderland

@sunny-flower-spot

@ayamexe

@strawberry--bride

@solarstellarstar

@yourlocaltea

@serenaleblanc

@korisuu

@yuriko-tsukino-rp/@yuriko-tsukino

@ask--reiji--sakamaki

@ask---shin---tsukinami

@ruki--mukami

@yui--komori

@mukami-kou-dazzlingpinkidol

@sakamakithirdson

And a lot more!

26. What is the moment that caused you to feel most disappointed or excited?

When I get notifications in both aspect. Because that's how deep into yall I'm in.

Notifs from popular OC blogs, non OC blogs, new OC blogs, (definitely the porn bots-), I always get so happy! To just know people like my content enough to like, or to go as far as to reblog said content? I ascend.

27. The scariest era that you have come across in the fandom?

The hate storms that were literally coming from nowhere (four since I got here), that account that if you reblogged the fanart of any Diaboy told you that they did something awful to Yui and that they hoped the same happened to us (usually r*pe), that one time the Simone blog got hacked/they tried to pass off as them, literally just anons telling other blog Admins to unalive themselves.

At this point I'm not surprised, just disappointed. Also I'm sure most of the time, these people are just hitting puberty, or just "woke" people from twitter.

Hell it's not even scary, just tiring.

28. The most wonderful thing you have come across in this fandom?

Literally all the people I came across with. People here were nothing but all so nice, sweet, and creative; I'm literally so glad I got to know you guys and to have an opportunity to have met some of you, even if we have only talked a little. <3

29. Say something towards those that support and admire your cp~

THANK YOU ALL.

I'm always surprised by how many people actually care about both of my OC blogs and the little things I post of them. I really hope that one of these days I can give you proper content, like you deserve. Who knows? Maybe, when my art gets better, I might give yall something important 👀...

30. You've worked hard, keep up the good work! ★★★

Thank you yall— 🥺

#Admin Rosy #admin answers #admin time #admin speaks

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thatpunkmaximoff · 1 year

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[Book 1 of 2]

Storyline: 5/5 Smut: 10/5 (though the spice is mostly the trigger warning i supplied in the tags)

I'm warning you right now, if 'rape' is one of your triggers, this book is definitely NOT for you. Every sexual scene in this book should be considered rape, but I think the thing that keeps everyone from absolutely hating this book is that Adeline questions herself after every time they're together. She's obviously attracted to her stalker, and she gets off on being scared. Zade sees this about Adeline and continues to pursue her because he knows she likes it.

In the end, when her best friend catches them the morning after an insane sex scene (seriously, I won't be looking at the backseat of a vehicle the same ever again), Adeline confesses that her morals aren't what they should be, and she's only fought Zade every step of the way because she felt like she had to (or something along those lines). She tries to justify that Zade is the bad guy because he stalked her and society taught us that we shouldn't like it (we really shouldn't, but it's a book so...).

The book ends on a major cliffhanger, so be warned lol.

Now enjoy my ramblings as I read the book down below:

Okay so, everyone kept saying “poor Adeline” as if she wasn’t a little off her rocker as well. Girl is a little.. nutty, right?

You know what, I’d be grateful to the creepy ass knock on the front door if it meant I didn’t have to fuck Greyson either. Fuck that dude and his shitty attitude and lame ass stroke game.

Intruder left a rose on the kitchen island. No thank you. I’ll be sleeping somewhere else from now on.

“I’ll be seeing you soon, little mouse.” — Stalker - 1 Adeline - 0 Me as a reader - stoked as can be 😂

So these letters at the end of each chapter are Gigi’s? Gigi who apparently wants to bone her stalker? The same Gigi who was apparently murdered? This book has me anxious, man lol.

You know what, I’m assuming Z is Zade, and if it is.. good for him. He can do no wrong after he just rescued all these little girls.

Oh fuck. He has her phone number and just texted her. I’m so excited lmao

Damn. So Adeline was getting it in with Arch and they got cockblocked by her stalker. Then when she went to search for Arch, all she found was a bloody rose. Holy hell. I’m hooked.

Oh shit. Arch is a bad guy?! And our stalker just might have saved Adeline a lot of trouble. But now we gotta look out for Arch’s family who will be pissed when they realize their brother is missing or dead.

Damn. Z isn’t fucking around, huh? Arch is a dead man.

Well he did warn her about the hands 😂

How the fuck did this dude get past her security system..?

And the audacity of him!? How dare he smirk when he knows Adeline is watching him. Dude is cocky as fuck.

Damn, Gigi. You boinked your stalker. Kudos to you, great-gran.

Adeline, how the fuck you gonna confront your stalker without taking the knife with you 😂

Hold on.. does Daya work for Adeline’s stalker and just not know it?!!! They’re in the same business 🤷🏻‍♀️

So Adeline’s really being haunted? I thought she just had a stalker lmao. I’m so nervous now.

That gun scene 😳

I- I’m speechless. Sort of. Wow.

Oh shit. Now Max is back on the scene and thinks Adeline has something to do with Arch’s murder/missing status.

Stop texting your stalker back! Jesus Christ. Lmao. “You’ll look pretty after I stab you.” — yeah, way to rile him up, Adeline.

“I’ll be seeing you tonight, little mouse.” “From outside my house, and preferably in a cop’s handcuffs.” “You don’t need a cop to get me in handcuffs, baby. I’ll let you do anything you want to me.” — see it’s shit like this that endears us to red flags lmao

Holy fucking shit. He really- with the rope while she was sleeping and- *sighs* Why did I enjoy that?!

Well at least Daya didn’t really judge Adeline for riding her stalker’s face.

His name is Zade. Fucking finally!

Oh no. Creepy pedophile Mark has set his sights on Adeline. Fuck me, man. Girl can’t catch a break.

Also, I have a feeling Frank murdered Gigi. It was definitely her husband’s friend who did it. Or someone they knew. Not her stalker.

So Adeline knows what Zade does for a living. And of course, her feelings toward it and him are all over the place.

Holy shit. That movie theater scene 🥵

Zade teaching Adeline self defense lol

If this creepy fucking doll-like actor prevents Zade from killing these pedophiles, I’m gonna be pissed.

“Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.” — holy fucking hell.

Holy hell. The House of Mirrors.. y’all were not fucking lying lmao.

Sibby is a little nutcase. I love her.

Fuck. Adeline’s been marked by this creepy as fuck Society. I have a bad feeling.

That car scene during the thunderstorm. Holy shit. The spice is.. spicin’ 🥵

Holy shit. Where did these pictures and letter come from all of a sudden? And the bloody watch? I fuckin’ knew Frank had something to do with it.

Sade’s at a dinner party from hell 😰

Wait, what? Who set the trap for Zade?!?!

And fucking Max sent his thugs after Adeline?!

You can’t end a story like that!!! FUCK!

#cat and mouse duet #haunting adeline #adeline #zade #book review #trigger warning #tw: rape #booktok review

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Please vibe check me. You (the show)

I am you and you are me. You :

Ignore the red flags and focus on the minimalistic shit.

Stan people who will end up dying young because they are insane.

And uwuwuw killer maybe creepy cranky scrungle man?

It is obviously Forty. Joe's too whitebread plain and also insane. But Forty? Just right.

(You kind of are, and that's okay, hunty.)

You two definitely met when you just o happened to be driving through Los Angelos on one of your road trips. You jut so happen to stop at Anavirin to truly experience the hippy vegan lifestyle most Californians indulge in.

Forty is known for being... out there. The moment you entered, he saw it as another chance to flirt with an unsuspecting victim - and hopefully not scaring off a potential customer, which Love often chastises him for and Joe... is Joe about. However, he's pleasantly surprised with how okay you are with it. You aren't receptive, to say, but more so intrigued by the bizarre feller.

You end up buying something, but. more so, you end up developing a friendship. It's pretty stupid to invite a stranger into your life, but you have that 'fuck it, hot maniac' attitude. You two exchange numbers and just like that you're back on the road.

Forty isn't the type to be obsessed with someone at first, even if he definitely seems like it. He's just that type of guy. But, with time, the two of you become close internet friends and he opens up about even the most sacred secrets.

It's certainly terrifying to learn that inside Forty was a child murderer, amongst his many erratic personalities. But it's just a dude on the internet. How bad could it be?

Pretty bad, as a matter of fact. Forty has been influenced and controlled by Love his whole life, so naturally, he picked up some of her habits. One of them being, from the moment you two met, that he hired the family private investigator to look into you. That's how he became even more intrigued.

Forty quickly recognized, although maybe not as manic, that you were just as queer as him. From the medieval fashion hobby to your insane family background, he knew that you two would grow to be closer than online friends, whether you liked it or not.

Forty has his problems and insecurities. They ruled him and his decisions. That meant, despite the private investigator following you, he'd have to send you several texts an hour just to get that reassurance that you hadn't blocked him or something.

When it came to flirting, Forty had no problem making his feelings open. I know you tend to be reserved, but he's a charming guy. It's almost difficult to not succumb immediately to his unabashed confessions.

After a while, though, Forty won't get anywhere. As much as he adored texting you, he wanted more. And he was growing envious of Joe and Love's close and personal relationship, amongst other things. They were moving quickly, while Forty was left in the dirt to mope. There wasn't even any fun left to hooking up at parties.

So, he made an executive decision to "visit" the state you resided in. You two meet up in person, and he insists he's doing it for some inspiration for a script he's writing. Knowing Forty, hthat seems completely viable.

However, as days turn into weeks and weeks turn into a few months, it becomes obvious Forty doesn't plan on ending his vacation anytime soon. Beside that, your parents were becoming suspicious of him. There was something off. Of course there was. It was Forty we're talking about.

But Forty, despite his manic behavior, is awfully convincing. He's even worked up an entire script. The only thing weird is that he refuses to talk about it. Forty's a talkative guy, so something was definitely up.

By this point, he's snagged a nearby apartment that was fairly luxurious. The family visited sometimes for dinner, and it seemed safe enough for you to visit him whenever. So, you did just that. You want to his house when you know he was. making a day trip to visit his sister to see what the hell he was up to.

Turns out, there was a script. A script, more so, depicting a make shift romance between the two of you. But what was worse was that were files. And what was worse than private investigation files, photos that certainly seemed outlandish for a p.i. to take.

The dots were easy to connect. As flattering as it may be to have someone completely obsessed, you aren't stupid. You can either :

Return his feelings : It wasn't easy for you to confront him about this. But Forty is... an oddly convincing guy. Somehow, in the midst of you grilling him, he persuaded you total a chance. That his actions weren't abnormal at all. After all, all of your fictional crushes would do the same, wouldn't they?

A relationship would be rocky. You're all in now, and that means Forty will take you on a new rollercoaster every day. Some days, he's having a break down about how much his father hated him. On others, he'd be the most adoring man on the face of the planet. He may have been clingy before, but this was increased by tenfold. He'd never been loved and cherished, so to have some to accept him the way he was... he had no plans of letting it go. And how could you let it go if you never had the chance to have distance from him?

GTFO : You're smart, even when it comes to hot, madly dashing men who you just want to squish into oblivion with your affection. You leave, block his number, tell your parents, and the police are promptly called on him. Forty, of course, has his parents to get him out of the rut. And the restraining order is for not.

He'll buy unlimited phones just to try and reach you. He'll order gifts to your doorstep, even though you've moved and he shouldn't know where your doorstep is. He goes full pitiful stalker mode because he's convinced you didn't give him the chance to explain. He never did anything wrong. He was just checking up on you. And, restraining order or not, he'd continue to do that regardless. However, with his newfound heartbreak and emotional instability, his trysts might be cut short by an untimely discovery and death.

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11/14/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription

Matthew 28, Mark 16

Welcome to the Daily Audio Chronological. I'm China. Today is the 14th day of November, welcome. So great to be here with you today. I hope you are having a great day and a great start to your week. It is it's always good to be back reading the word of the Lord to you and with you. Today, we are continuing in our story, and we are in the Book of Matthew, chapter 28, and the Book of Mark with chapter 16. And this week we are in the New International Version.

Commentary

So today we have a very short reading. And this is what we call Resurrection Sunday. This is that we celebrate the good news that Jesus did exactly what he said that he was going to do. He died and he rose three days later. And there's not so much detail from today, but there's I feel like a lot that happens. Imagine going to, like our culture, in American culture, there's tombs and tombstones. And if you were going to a grave site, you would maybe bring like, flowers or an arrangement maybe that you're replacing the flowers. Could you imagine going and the tombstone being like, the tomb?Sorry, what is the gravestone? Imagine that being gone. And you're like what? I'm here to bring them flowers. Wait a second. I was just here. And now this is gone, and someone dressed in white, I think signifying here, that this is an angel, is telling you, hey, I know who you're looking for. They're not here anymore. They've risen, and they've given me instructions to tell you where to go and see them. That would be insane. Insane. And it's not just that this was someone. This was Jesus. Jesus had told them what was going to happen, and nothing like this had ever happened before. So it definitely required a level of faith that wasn't quite there yet. And this is the good news. This is the good news of the story that Jesus did not stay dead, that he is exactly who he says he is. And he goes and reveals Himself to the disciples and says that there are some who doubt. I just want to pause there because that truly blows my mind. I get the whole thing of, like, you're following this guy around for three years. You are really becoming accompanied to him. The only time that really people are talking about dying is like, hey, man, are you okay? So let's go see someone. Let's go talk to somebody about this. Right? It's typically some warnings. Those are red flags. But Jesus is saying something that isn't of concern, that he's going to harm himself, but more so of like, I was sent here to do the will of my Father. This is what's going to happen. Anytime that there's like, Lord, no Jesus, no. There's a rebuking of that saying, this must happen. And so Jesus speaks of his death. He goes through a gruesome death he's betrayed, he's left alone. Everyone is gone. And then there's two full day. Well, there's 1 long full day, right? Because we have what we know is Good Friday. Jesus is alive part of the day, and then he's dead, right? Day one. Day two, I believe is called Silent Saturday. I don't know if I'm making that up. Maybe it's a thing or not. So that's like the full day, like absolute no Jesus. And then Sunday, resurrection Sunday, he is alive. So I could imagine the grief, the shock that happens Friday and then waking up Saturday and hoping that it's a dream and it's not a dream. And you're kind of going throughout your whole day and you're feeling anticipation in your body for, well, maybe he is coming back tomorrow or maybe I should, this is part of grief where you just have to accept it. Maybe I was just a really crazy dude, all the things that I'm sure they were feeling. And then Sunday happens and you're told to go and wait for him and you're there, you see him and you doubt it. Like, that part for me is like time out. Like what? We go through all of these things and like, yes, I can understand that there's empathy there, truly, I can empathize as much as I possibly can. But then seeing him, I'm not sure how different he would have looked, not sure that he would have aged or like reverse aged. And we don't read it today in today's scriptures or translation, and I'm not sure that we will. We might. But really what it takes for some is to put their hands through the holes of Jesus'hands and feet. And that's where I'm like, okay, it takes different things for people to accept it, just as there may be things for us that take maybe we would be the ones that are like, let me see your hands and your feet. I also see your side. But what a crazy thing. That's the only word I have for it. What an extravagant three days.

Prayer

Jesus, I thank you so much for your life. I thank you that you were born in such a miraculous, perfect, holy, sacred way and you lived a perfect life. You died a gruesome death and you did exactly what you said you were going to do. And I thank you that you weren't just some legend. You weren't some really cool guy or some guy that made people better. That you are the Son of God. You are the Son of God. And we believe that. We hold that as highest truth. This is what we base our whole life and foundation and faith on. And so I just thank You, Jesus, that you were willing even the real, honest prayer of Lord God. Father, if this cup could pass for me and let it, but if not, I will follow through. I thank you that even in the way out, you still chose a way back to the Father for us. I thank you for that word. I thank you so much that you were so creative and so sovereign to set this beautiful and painful path for us to be back to you. And so I pray that that would really refresh and restraint our faith in you and our belief and our trust in you. And I just thank you for your word and for how beautiful and how simple it is. And I pray that we just continue to minister to our heart, really to set in. And I just thank you for your word and it's in your name we pray, amen.

Announcements

Dailyaudiobible.com is our website. That's the place of connections where you can see what is happening here in the community. So be sure to check that out. If you have any prayer requests or things that you want to call in and pray for others, you can call in 800-583-2164. That is all for today. I'm China, I love you and I'll be waiting for you here, tomorrow.

Community Prayer Line

Hi, this is Carol in Lincoln, Nebraska. I've only called a couple of times before. Usually I call over or listen to Daily audio Bible, but I've also recently begun listening to chronological. And for some reason today other prayer requests were I was hearing them, but they weren't really touching me. And then I heard lady of Victory's Prayer and I just closed my eyes and heard you, lady of Victory, and prayed along with you. I have been where you are. I just fell at the end of my rope for so long and thought, Lord, when is it going to be my turn? I hear all these answers to prayer. When is it my turn? That is a perfectly human, normal emotion to feel. And I just want you to know that I heard you, that I'm praying with you. I will continue praying with you. Your prayer touched me that day and I really and sincerely hope that the Lord reaches down and touches you in a way that you will feel and recognize as he did to me. And just I know that others here will be praying for you as well. Lady of Victory, you truly are victorious and what you're feeling is perfectly human and the Lord understands. So I'm here with you, my friend, and I love you.

This message is for Lady Victory. Lady Victory, this is your brother in Baltimore. I heard your call from the 4 November and I just want to lift you and Kingdom Seeker Daniel up. In Jesus name we pray and we lift up Lady Victory boy as she continues to walk through the valley, Lord, as she grieves Lord Jesus, I pray that you be the lifter of her head, Lord. I pray that you would strengthen her, that you would encourage her, that you would speak peace to her, Lord, speaking of home wholeness and holds to her in the name of Jesus father, may Holy Spirit come alongside to give her peace and comfort in her time of need. God and Lord made everybody in the Dab chronological rally around her faith, her in prayer for her needs and her concerns of God. Lord, stand by this woman of faith. We ask you in Jesus name we pray. Amen. We love you both. We love you dearly and we will keep him prayer. Amen. Bye now.

Father God. You are a mighty god. You are the God of all. You can make nothing out of something. Father God, I come to you today and I ask and I pray over the wounds of the woman such as myself and many other out there, some of which suffer from infertility. Father God, I ask that you come and touch our wounds and remove anything that is not of you and replace it with children, with your children. Father God, we're just bearing them, but they're yours. Father God, I ask that you bring comfort and peace to the young lady who called and I believe her name was Luke 1:10. So sorry if that's wrong, but I asked that you bring her peace, not just for her, but for all of us who are suffering for infertility because this is a mental torment that plays with us that we can't explain. Not too many can't understand your Father God. So I ask that you all pray with me in agreement that for those who suffer from infertility, we'll bear children, we will give life. Nothing's wrong with us, nothing at all. We often have that thought that something's wrong with us and we're less women. But that's a thought from the devil. I myself have had six pregnancies and bear no children. So I know what this is like, very much so. Again, I ask that you all pray for us to do much suffer for infertility, for children, as well as for our mental health. In Jesus name I pray. I love you all. Again. This is Josh from the Bay. Thank you for all so much. Pray for me. As you can tell, you can hear in my voice it has helped tremendously. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Good morning, my beautiful DABC family. It's November 8, and it's Yvonne from Hilo, Alberta. And I want to lift up under construction and her husband in prayer. Father God, I want to lift up this lady and her husband to you. Lord, you know the situation. You know every little detail. Oh, Father, you say in Your word that critical times would be hard to deal with. And they most certainly are. They're here. You also say that nothing is impossible for you and that the little birds, they don't gather, they don't store up for the winter, and yet you supply everything they need. The lilies of the field are dressed so beautifully and they're here today and gone tomorrow. And yet you dress them in so much splendor, more so than even King Solomon had. Father, I want to lift up under construction and her husband to You, Lord, with all these things in mind, Lord God, I ask that you would pour out Your peace that surpasses all understanding. I ask that you would lavish Your love and Your care upon her and her husband, Lord. And they're you children, you're not going to see them wind up on the street. That's just not the way you are. You're way more loving than that. And we thank you for that, Father. And I ask God that you would just give her the boldness and the courage to just have her faith in you and you alone. I pray in Jesus name.

This is a prayer for Whitney. Whitney, in the name of Jesus that proclaimed victory over the situation that you're going through, that you are not holding on to fear, doubt and worry, that you are holding on to his promises to our family, father's promises. He is not that you are not forsaking you. He's not going to leave you. He is with you through the trials and the tribulations. He is beside you. He is going to answer your prayers. Some things might be no and some things are going to be yes. A big old yes, and you're going to see it. But everything has its reason. In the name of Jesus claims that you are going to see victory soon, that you are not going to be sad anymore, not for a long while. Sadness is a part of life, as happiness is. We can't avoid it, but we can continue on and knowing that God is going to prevail in all situations. So in the name of Jesus, that proclaim victory over you, over your life, and that one day that you're going to call and you're going to say, thank you for praying for me. Thank you that I made that choice to pray, to ask for Your help, to pray for me, because I'm finally seeing the results that God is going to answer your prayers. He's going to bring you so much joy. I pray this over your life in the name of Jesus.

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Love -vs- Friendship

It was mid-October business was kind of slow that day and he walked into the T-Mobile location I worked at in The Bronx. He was not alone though; he came with a colleague from his job. The fellas worked in the hospital around the corner from where we were located. Person made it clear he only spoke Spanish and needed to buy a new phone. I asked him if he knew what he was interested in since it was close to closing the place but of course, I dealt with him, I wanted that sale. After seeing the phone, he currently had, I suggested a new one that was on promotion and went about transferring his mobile number.

Cheers to the beginning of a new friendship.

So let me tell you, this man that I clearly don’t know, besides now being a customer, goes on to tell his coworker “Yo me voy a casar con ella. Tu vas a ver.” Spanish for “I’m going to marry her. You will see.” His coworker laughed at him and said to him that he is truly the weirdest man he met. I agreed. Like uhhh, dude, why on Gods earth would you make such claims? I thought to myself this dude is insane and I need to hurry up with this new account set-up so he can leave. Though we laughed and giggled deep inside I was nervous and did not want to be rude. So, I let it be. Like every other customer, he left satisfied with his purchase. Thank goodness because I was exhausted and ready to finally go home. Let’s close shop now!

Hands practically frozen, here I am opening the store on an extremely cold Friday in November. As the gates slowly went up, a stranger came behind me, grabbed me and rushed through the doors. Immediately I thought to myself. I’m fucking getting robbed! WHAT NOW? The hell I was! Can you believe it was that guy who claimed was going to marry me? As he released me, he started to laugh so loud but being nervous and shaken up, I yelled at him for doing such things, explained to him how I’m watched on cameras and there’s a possibility that my boss called the cops thinking the store was about to get robbed. He began to apologize to me, frantically told me he does not have papers to be in this country, gave me a soft kiss on my forehead and ran off. While he ran out, I couldn’t help but notice how great his scent was, Issey Miyake, I recognize it being that it is my favorite cologne for a guy during that era.

As I figured, after a couple of minutes’ pasts, boom. Cops arrived. I had to explain to them and later of course to my boss that I knew him, and he was playing a cruel joke on me. The cops were not buying that story and started questioning me as if I had something to do with the situation. Mind you, this is the second time I seen this guy. Like why the hell am I lying to the cops. Let alone allow him to kiss my forehead? He is a creep as it is, but I did not say a word to them. I do not know but something told me not to tell the truth. So, I called my boss and told him what was happening, he knew I’m trustworthy and wouldn’t make things up, so he confirmed my story. Finally, the cops left. Hours had passed by, and he stopped by to apologize to my boss, and he offered us both breakfast and a fresh cup of coffee.

Well years later and he still plays cruel pranks on me. Talk about a way of life huh, Haha. Throughout the years we grew onto each other beautifully. Even became remarkably close friends that trusted one another with everything and shared every moment of life with each other. Enough to hold spare keys to our Apts. Our families grew to love us and knew we would be the best of friends for life. Our siblings and friends of course thought that we would end up together and become the trendiest couple around. It never happened; we respected one another so much to cross those lines. As best friends now, we would style each other before dates, give certain tips, hype each other up and then laugh or joke about how they went at the end of the night. Also being one of the biggest judges to one another, we would point out red flags in partners we dated throughout the years. Let me add that we would point out red flags to one another as well. Sometimes we did not agree but we always respected each other’s point of view and just kept a close eye on it. Don’t forget, he constantly brings up what he told me that day at the store and how he means it. I honestly did not take him seriously. Come on now, how could I?

Couple years had passed by. It was the beginning of summer, June 6 at 2:40am on a Saturday, I called him crying; completely intoxicated. It was my sons’ death anniversary, and I was not taking things well that year. I cried to him about how I miss my son who passed away. How I can close my eyes and still hear his laughter. How his touch was the best I ever felt, when he would place those tiny little hands on my face and just smile with me. After hours talking on the phone, I finally knocked out cold. The next day I woke up to flowers and a handwritten letter reminding me that I’ll always be a great Mom and that everything will be okay one day. We cooked our favorite comfort foods throughout the day and laid-back watching movies till late that night.

Things changed one night though. He called me and said he needed to come over to my place. That something bad happened on his block and he needs to get away from everything. Without hesitation I told him to come over. Once he arrived, all broken sweat as if he was running, he told me how a jeep drove by him and his friends that was outside his building, and people inside that truck just started shooting at them. Explaining to me that everyone was fine and was able to get out of dangers way. He asked if he could stay the night behind what had just occurred. Of course, I refused for him to be out there anyway. That night, we gossiped about all the drama that was going on between the blocks from where he lived at. I was always worried about him because of the lifestyle he lived back then. You know how many times we argued about him leaving the streets alone for good? Thus, way too many times if I must say. It just would not happen though.

Happy New Year!!! Here we are now, years later celebrating the new year in Florida. Friends trip to Walt Disney World. Let me tell you, if you can, do it! The trip was such an amazing experience. The firework show was a spectacular event and to die for! Makes you really fall in love. That’s exactly what happened too, we fell in love. Everyone claimed they knew how we felt for each other, but we always denied it since, again, we never crossed those lines, but people would make their comments here and there. As always, we ignored them.

Time came and went, we’re back to the mother land. The Bronx, everyone finally settled into their homes and caught up to reality again. For a selected few it is a reality they were trying to run from.

It’s roughly about 5am, I heard my phone ringing from a distance. When I answered with was my best friend's grandmother, hysterical crying, she told me “Someone shot him, they tried to kill him!” My heart sank, I rushed right over to the hospital where they took him too. We waited in the emergency room for hours. Finally, the doctor, covered in blood, gave us the most horrific news I had to endure. He did not make it. He lost too much blood before arriving and they didn’t have enough time to perform a blood transfusion. My world literally shattered that day. After his burial service, I decided to stay at his grave. I huddled over his casket crying, I confessed to him how much I love him. How I felt like a horrible friend for not saving him from the streets. But I promise to take care of his grandmother the way he did. Which, still to this day, I do. You know what the saddest part is, there are people that cannot be saved. No matter how hard you try. Sometimes you cannot have somebody just because you love them. Sometimes you should tell others how you truly feel about them. But you must allow them to live their lives. No matter how hard that is for you, certain people come into your life as a blessing. Learn to see what that is and appreciate them until they’re gone, because one day God is going to need them back home.

#best friends #love #short stories #what if #love vs friendship #real talk #real life #truth #happy #sad #excited #new york #kept it sincere

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Phantom Thread (2017)

[Finally forcing myself to post the reviews of films I watched earlier this year. Saw this one on January 29th — almost exactly seven months ago! As usual, I also post the notes I took while watching, so scroll down a bit if you only want the review.]

Liveblog

The dress is pretty but it doesn’t sit well on her at all.

Damn that was quite a rude way to hit on a perfect stranger

Girl has no sense of self-preservation! What do you mean you get into the car of a customer you talked to for two minutes, after dark?!

Wow he put his fingers in the sauce, is that normal for rich British men or is that another creepy flirting method? That’s unhygienic, please use your own food for innuendo

Oh my god Cyril is immediately acting creepy also

“My job to give you some. (beat) If I choose to.” Dude lmao…

“You have the ideal shape. He likes a little belly.” Ok first of all, insane thing to say once again. Secondly, w h e r e

I like this dress even less. Weird skirt, looks uncomfortable.

Why did he bring his sister to their date

“How early?” “I’ll wake you.” …

The fabric conversation… Is this negging again or is he for real

I really thought Cyril would say “Maybe you’re being too fussy.” I guess Alma has not yet leveled up enough to get quoted verbatim

“But, please, don’t let her sit around waiting for you.” Ha, now Cyril is repeating Alma’s words without even knowing Does Cyril not drink from the kettle? That was kind of risky…

The wedding dress is ugly Oh, he said it himself, okay

Damn, all of these women have to work overtime because of this couple’s power plays

He went from “I want a divorce” to “We’re doing food poisoning based BDSM” awfully quickly

Wait where’s that text post about being poisoned by your wife... Was it inspired by this movie lol

Ok so we all agree Reynolds is autistic, with his routines and picky eating and misophonia

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Review

How come Tumblr has never mentioned this one to me? Feels silly to say “where have you all been hiding this” about a Best Picture nominee from five years ago, but still. This is literally a romance between “ok first of all i didnt "miss" the red flags i looked them and thought yeah thats sexy” and “love my terrible wife […] when we eat dinner ill smile and say “poison again ?” and she will shrug mischievously but we both know it is very much poison”!

General notes

Set design, cinematography and lighting were beautiful. In our age of murky shots, it’s remarkable to see a film that’s never underlit — sometimes even the opposite. Wasn’t a fan of the grain, though; the flickering is hard on the eyes, and in the copy I watched it looked like a low quality rip instead of a warm nostalgic analogue look that I assume was intended. The sound side was as good as the visuals: this might be the first time I actually noticed the sound design, and the score was nothing less than what I expected of Jonny Greenwood.

I have mixed feelings about the costuming. Some of the dresses are beautiful… but the two most important ones, the very first dress we see and the very first dress made for Alma, didn’t fit the wearers’ silhouettes, and looked stiff and uncomfortable.

Some of the dialogue, mostly at the beginning, felt unnatural; not sure if that’s just me not being a native speaker, since nobody else had the same complaint.

I didn’t get “never cursed”. Was that a statement Reynolds secretly made about himself, or a lucky charm referring to the princess’ marriage? Why did Alma rip the label out? Why did she join the seamstresses in the first place — did she feel guilty that they got caught in the crossfire and had to work overtime because of her, or did she just want to inspect the dress? I also don’t understand why people seem to adore the New Year’s Eve scene.

Do you think Alma told the doctor the whole story, or just talked about their relationship but left out the poisonings? I think it would be unwise to tell that to anyone lest they call the police…

In the sections below, I am going to talk negatively about Reynolds a lot. So I want to clarify first: I do sympathize with Reynolds in many ways; I wouldn’t want a new person to get in the way of my habits, and I would be unhappy with the surprise dinner too. And that’s also exactly why I don’t invite strangers to live with me and interrupt my routines then get mad at them for that, you know…

Filing this one as “Movies I wouldn’t want to watch or discuss with my mother even though there’s zero sex and nudity on screen”. I don’t know which part would be more awkward, the Freudian subtext or everything else…

The omelette

I’ve recently acquired a bad habit of reading too much about movies before watching. In this case it was probably a good thing, though: without the spoilers, I doubt I would have seen this any time soon, or managed to sit through the first hour. Luckily, I didn’t know the key element of the omelette scene, and still managed to have a proper first time viewing experience as it slowly dawned on me that Reynolds was aware of everything and the poisoning was going to be consensual this time.

That scene, and the follow-up interactions between Alma and Reynolds in the cottage (excluding the daydreaming flash-forwards, which I have mixed feelings about), were, unsurprisingly, my favorite part of the film. Many reviews quote Alma’s monologue (which, as I realize now, I might have originally encountered in a joke screenshot with zero context) or the line Reynolds says in response, so I’ll highlight some other things. The contrast between how simple and ordinary their actions are on the surface (cooking, serving food, eating, talking at the table) and how wild the meaning of these actions is; the mix between a duel, a dance and a negotiation that mostly consists of extremely mundane movements. The intense eye contact, the “I know that you know that I know”. How Alma put too much butter in his food and poured water too loudly for too long, and he accepted it without complaint but with the same calm and clarity as the poison. How they look genuinely happy, in love, and on the same page for the first time in the entire film. How easily he says “I love you”.

The omelette discourse

…And now that I’ve documented my immediate positive emotional response, it’s time for some overthinking and complaining. Perhaps everything I say below can be dismissed by saying “they’re both awful and deserve each other, that’s the point haha”, but that’s not a mode my brain can stay in for long. So please bear with me, or just skip this section.

Because no matter how exciting and cathartic that ending is, I can’t help but ask: what next? Is this experience going to let Reynolds finally grow out of his cycle of childlike helplessness and patriarchal despotism, instead of solidifying it? What are we supposed to infer — that the poisonings are going to be a regular occurrence from now on, or that they will become unneeded as Reynolds gradually mellows out? (The former would, realistically, have diminishing returns and practical complications like “people are going to start asking questions”, and the latter kind of goes against the celebratory kink-positive tone of the film’s grand finale.) Are we to believe that Alma’s poison is an antidote to Reynolds’s toxic masculinity, and that the more he submits to Alma the more he can tolerate her when things go back to normal, until the two of them grow to exist harmoniously?

I guess there is some evidence of that process already beginning. When Reynolds bounces back after the first poisoning, he’s slightly less mean to Alma than before the marriage. Alma’s poisoning is also less destructive the second time: consent, no collateral damage, not on the eve of an important deadline, she agrees to call the doctor.

I think the film wants the viewer to think that by the end, Reynolds and Alma’s mutual toxicity cancels itself out, and they manage to reach a harmonious equilibrium. That might be true of the first poisoning, where Alma retaliates against Reynolds’s abuse with some of her own. At the mid-point of the film, their vileness is pretty evenly matched. After that first poisoning, there’s a brief honeymoon period. Then Reynolds goes back to berating Alma, disregarding her feelings, and being dissatisfied with her presence in his life… And in response to Reynolds making her feel unloved, Alma does something that makes Reynolds feel loved. In the end, the score is still in Reynolds’s favor instead of being even. Even in Alma’s daydreams of their happily ever after, the closing monologue of the film, there is no mention of Reynolds changing to accommodate her, only of Alma changing to accommodate him: “I am older and I see things differently, and I finally understand you.”

Perhaps here the story structure and the balance of power between the characters are in conflict; it makes sense to end the film on the strong scene that changes the relationship in a major way — but that means the viewer doesn’t get to know if that change leads to improvement. We never learn if Reynolds eventually becomes a better partner; we only know that Alma is committed to him either way.

No matter how satisfying the couple’s new arrangement is to watch, I don’t see how it would help with the actual problems in their relationship. They are at different stages of life, and that exacerbates the natural differences between their temperaments. Reynolds doesn’t respect Alma as an equal; he insults her and allows others to insult her to his face. He has immense power and privilege over her socially and materially. He has a career that he loves and a devoted sister, but she has no life outside of him — no friends, family, interests, hobbies, income, etc. — and it’s hard to tell if it’s sexist writing, intended characterization, or both.

How is any of that going to be helped by them growing closer emotionally? You two found a love language you have in common and unlocked a new level of intimacy and mutual understanding, congratulations! Is it going to broaden Alma’s horizons and opportunities? Is it going to give Reynolds more progressive views and social awareness, enough to at least defend the honor of his lower class wife? Is he going to stop being emotionally abusive because he is emotionally fulfilled?

This would imply that Reynolds behaves the way he does simply because he is too high-strung and he just needs to take a chill pill. That the problems in their relationship can be reduced to him being a control freak, and once he gets accustomed to giving up control and learns to enjoy it, and then he’ll be a good partner. Sorry, but it’s hard for me to believe that one can tame, let alone fix someone by domming them.

The film seems to attempt a subversion of the patriarchal, hierarchical “artist/muse” “upper class/working class” “man/woman” power dynamics. But the characters do not dismantle that existing power imbalance: instead, they build something new and mutually satisfying on top of it. The film intentionally avoids the feminist wish fulfillment route: Alma doesn’t liberate herself, and she doesn’t even want to. It’s a fairy tale where the Beast doesn’t really become a better person, so the Beauty becomes a worse one to “match” him… but she’s still locked inside his castle. Alma doesn’t abandon the role of a muse, only adds another traditionally feminine role to it: mother. As Feminist Frequency’s review puts it, “Traditional, restrictive gender roles are not escaped; one set is just briefly swapped out for another.” Related: it might be just a consequence of Reynolds’s chosen trade, but the people Alma walks over in her bids for his attention are always women (Barbara Rose, the seamstresses).

Speaking of motherhood… What happens when the woman who likes to treat her husband like a baby gets a real baby? How does she split her time between them? Does she end up neglecting one of them, does that make Reynolds jealous or more abusive? Or will he by that time have gone through enough personal growth to be actually fit for fatherhood? An interview with an expert on Alma’s specific brand of abuse asks an even more worrying question: “I also wondered about the baby at the end, because those who engage in the behavior are likely to do it [again] when similar situations arise. So as the baby gains skills of emancipation, would Alma be equally threatened by that? I saw the baby and thought: Oh no, it may be at risk.”

Perhaps I am being overly cynical and uncharitable here because of who made the film. When an artist with a history of being cruel to his girlfriend writes a story about an artist being cruel to his girlfriend, and makes the fictional girlfriend abusive too, how can I not question it? This film was already very awkward to approach and enjoy as a fan of Fiona Apple, even regardless of its content.

The relationship development

Another thing that didn’t work very well for me in the final sequence is something that also applies to the other parts of the film: the internal logic of the couple’s relationship development. Reynolds goes from “This was a mistake, I can’t live like this, I want a divorce” to “Intoxicate me now 😏 With your lovin’ now 😍 I think I’m ready now 😳” in the space of one cut. These scenes are directly adjacent with no development between them. It makes sense from Alma’s perspective (“what an asshole he’s being, he needs to be poisoned ASAP”), but not from Reynolds’s.

On Alma’s side, though, there’s also a bit of weirdness: Alma to Reynolds: Don’t worry babe you’re not gonna die, I’ll take care of you <3 Alma to the doctor: If he died that’d be fine by me, we’d just meet in the afterlife ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I really can’t tell how I am supposed to take this, and which of the men she was lying to!

But let’s go back to the beginning of the film. Throughout the initial phase of the relationship, I was sure that Reynolds chose playful bullying as his flirting tactic consciously, but later in the film he showed so little self-awareness that I started to suspect he thought that was a normal way to show interest in a girl you just met. Either way, I was surprised that the way he condescended to her changed considerably when the seduction was over, though in retrospect it makes sense. On Alma’s side, there was a similar shift: she was far more welcoming of his insulting methods of flirting than I would expect from a self-respecting adult with a strong personality, and started rebelling when they settled into domesticity. Perhaps the domineering attitude of a handsome stranger showering her with attention was exciting at first, but when their relationship became routine, she quickly grew sick of being treated like a second class citizen in what has become her own home. (I wasn’t joking with the quote at the top of the review: it was my genuine and immediate impression that Alma goes along with the 342561 red flags exhibited during the very first day not because she’s a doormat but because she’s a freak.)

The love at first sight didn’t work for me, as well as the couple’s determination to stay together despite their incompatibility. I’m just not convinced that they actually love each other as entire human beings. They do love certain sides of each other. Reynolds loves the muse with the perfect measurements; the assistant totally devoted to him; the new woman (future) finally displacing his older sister (present) and mother (past) while, unlike them, also being his sexual partner. Alma loves the genius who makes her feel beautiful and important. They both love the persona the other assumes in a caretaking scenario. But is there a deeper connection? Do they actually love each other unconditionally, not just the aspects of each other that fulfill their needs? I’ve seen quotes in confirmation of that from PTA and Vicky Krieps — but the text itself provides no satisfactory evidence of that.

Obligatory comparisons with other films

I like to chain movies together because of themes or character dynamics they share. A couple of reviews for Crimes of the Future mentioned this film, and I decided to watch it next assuming that the similarities start and end with the relationship between an aging artist and a strong-willed younger woman. Turns out, these two films also make an interesting double feature because in some ways they’re an inverse of each other. Crimes of the Future and its main couple wear abnormality on their sleeve, but the central relationship is healthy and stable; Phantom Tread appears classy and family-friendly, hiding the more shocking aspects of the relationship beneath the luxurious surface. Both films are very sensual without the conventional sex scenes, but the approach is diametrically opposite: Crimes of the Future circumvents the content rating system, managing to put explicit scenes on screen just because they don’t contain specific banned body parts; Phantom Thread purposefully and conspicuously avoids showing any sex or nudity to preserve the aesthetic and make other scenes feel more charged. The protagonist’s old age is important in both: for Saul, it’s deteriorating health and conservatism towards newer ideologies and ways of interacting with and modifying one’s body; for Reynolds, it is the decades of habit and privilege making him internalize the belief that his own authority, taste, routines are something absolute and unquestionable.

A bigger surprise was the two films also shared the theme of food and eating. Crimes of the Future: eating as a fundamental bodily function, food as means of sustenance, and the politics of food; Phantom Thread: eating as pleasure, food as means of human connection, and the power dynamics of feeding and being fed. Both films go deeper than the surface: food is not just something that is served and tasted, but chewed, swallowed, and digested, which is not necessarily a smooth and uncomplicated process. Phantom Thread’s exploration of the food theme is probably the best one I’ve seen so far not just in film but in any media, and the only one I can think of where “food as love and sex” made sense for me.

Choosing The Favourite as the next film to watch after this one was a good choice too: they also had some things in common. There’s a young woman winning an older and more powerful person’s affection by taking care of them while they’re sick, there are toxic relationship, there’s even literal poison... The older parties are similarly spoiled and eccentric but very different in certain important ways, and the protagonists are even more alike.

People have mentioned this film’s similarities to Rebecca, which I haven’t read or watched; my own first thought was about Misery, which I also haven’t read or watched. Out of the films I’ve seen before, there’s Crimson Peak — someone made an entire Venn diagram for their similarities. I’ve also seen comparisons with a number of other films, mostly ones I haven’t seen. Is Phantom Thread more intertextual than the usual or is that just me?

#phantom thread #liveblogs and reviews #blah blah blah #maybe i should stop trying to write coherent reviews...#i wrote most of this right away but the task of making it readable has been weighing me down for months and drained so much energy from me

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