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purelyfiction · 2 months

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is it too soon to do this yet? - jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

Word Count: 1,977 words

Summary: this aint for the best, my reputation's never been worse so, you must like me for me. we can't make any promises now can we babe? // is it cool that i said all that? is it chill that you're in my head? cause i know that it's delicate. is it cool that i said all that? is it too soon to do this yet? 'cause i know that it's delicate.

Content Warning: fluff!! possibly insta-love for those put off by that.

Author Note: first: i wrote something?? on time??? second: for @ohtobeleah 's galentines writings :))) unedited/unbetaed we die like idiots

you had been here for a good time. your friend was getting married and her bachelorette was taking place in this quiet coastal town near a naval base. had that been part of the appeal? absolutely. who didn't want to watch a bunch of walking red flags as they did their daily trainings on the beach?

a little dive bar friday night with a shoddy jukebox, cheap beer and countless sailors - it had been the most fortunate surprise when you'd walked in with no other plans but to show off your sashed friend.

luckily for your group, sailors were suckers for a good bride to be and her girl crew. even luckier for you since you'd been playing DD for the last three days of the five day trip and you were finally able to take a damned sip of alcohol, which you rightfully deserved. glass in hand, you approach the jukebox to survey the music choices as the other girls were served shots (you wanted a drink not a hangover). you're about to pick out a song when you realize the machine hadn't been modernized and it still took cash. sadly, you spin back to the bar but not before dousing the man behind you in the makings of your whiskey sour.

"fuck, i am so sorry-" a hand grips your arm and he shakes his head.

"no, no, don't worry, i'm just upset on your behalf. what a waste of good whiskey." you look up, green eyes charming their way into easing your guilt. "I was gonna offer you a song, but ugh- maybe i ought to offer you a drink instead?"

he ends up buying both.

and as your friends sing along to the ancient song on the jukebox, you sit with this lone aviator and get to know him. long after your friends have retreated to the airbnb.

it was funny to think that was almost a six weeks ago. you'd flown to california for one week of fun and never went back, thanks to a rouge cowboy with eyes that matched the jumpsuit he donned to work each day.

you'd been crashing at an short-term rental since your friend's bachelorette, save for the weekend of the actual wedding, when jake had been your plus-one. everyone had relished in how the string of fate had connected you like this.

they'd also spoken of how insane you were. to uproot your entire life for the sake of what was supposed to be a one night fling. but it didn't bother you. not when the expansive reach of his hand had guided you through crowds that night. had danced with you and made a part fool of you both. i am a fantastic dancer, i have no idea where these guys are getting the idea i'm a trainwreck. his voice so easy and content on the drive back to the hotel that night.

now here you were, cooking for the two of you in his apartment as you waited on your boyfriend to get back from work. the label was maybe a week old at this point, but it fit him like a damn glove. so much so you'd started reaching out to potential leasers to sublet your apartment back home. maybe you were rushing into this. your job had been fine with you staying out in california longer - you were remote anyways, that had been the main perk of the job. but moving? for a man you'd known maybe a month?

the door slams shut and the entire apartment shakes. jake's place was small, tiny even, so you're greeted with his tense expression the minute you look up from your spot at the kitchen counter. "hey baby, how was-"

"fine." he grits the word out, dropping his duffel to the floor and disappearing down the hall. the bedroom door shuts with a click instead of a bang this time.

this wasn't boding well for you. you had a grand plan to make dinner, watch movies and have a nice and easy night in together, maybe talk for a bit. you'd wanted to discuss going to see an apartment this weekend. you didn't want to move in together, but you needed to look for a place of your own instead of crashing here so much. if this was going down that road. yet, the pilot seems to be in the worst mood to have that kind of discussion.

when he finally comes back to the kitchen, he slinks in behind you and presses a quick kiss to your head. "how was that call you were dreading." he's changed out of his uniform, a pair of sweatshorts on his waist, a dark t-shirt on his shoulders as he glides to the fridge. the tension is still carried in his frame even if he isn't outwardly acting as if there is something bothering him.

"ugh, it was - it was fine." now you're shutting off just like he was. it might be just you mirroring his actions, or maybe it was more. uncertainty? uneasiness? doubt?

the crack of teeth on an apple pulls you from your mind. you look to the fruit in his hand as he steps out to the living room on the opposite side of the kitchen wall. "i- dinner is almost ready, you know."

the tv stirs to life, echoing off the walls of the bachelor pad. the lack of decorations or real furnishings had been one of your reasons for wanting to pull the trigger on the move. to have some of your belongings back in your life, some familiarity.

"yeah, i'll eat." finally you're over it. you're not taking this from him, not when you had shit on your own mind that needed to be addressed. turning the burner off you step out of the kitchen, coming to the coffee table and snagging the remote. with it switched off, he looks at you with offense. "i said i'd eat what is the big deal?"

"what is going on with you?" your hands come across your chest as hangman snags the apple with his teeth as he dives into his pocket for his phone.

"nut-ing" the word comes out odd since his jaw is unable to move. you raise your eyebrows at him, which earns a similar reaction from the blonde. groaning he pulls the apple from his mouth. "rough day at work. got my ass handed to me by my superior, everyone talking shit because i flew better than anyone else- just in a piss poor mood. i'm sorry." you stare at him with concern now. it was just a bad day? then why was he suddenly as secure as a vault? locked away with high tech security and an obnoxiously long passcode.

"that's not all of it." you pry, slowly coming to sit down next to him. but when you do, he immediately stands up.

"yeah it is." he moves over to the kitchen again, tossing the apple core away. frustration eats at you again, tilting your head as your tone sharpens as he starts to step down the hallway.

"are you going to talk to me like your girlfriend or just like some bitch you're keeping around? cause right now it feels more like the second one." he freezes and his head drops back.

"look, i don't do the talking about emotions thing, i don't do the-"

"oh bullshit." you stand and march down the hallway, coming to stand behind him as his head sinks. "you put your heart on your sleeve when i saw you cry at dane and avery's wedding. and when you laughed to me about your childhood dog when you were drunk the night before at the rehearsal. or how you just seemed to stare at me with no concern in the world when we went out for ice cream last week - you do emotions. you do them and you feel them more heavily than most people i know." he slowly spins to look at you. "so start talking." the command is softer than the rest of your words.

finally, he relents. you sit on the couch with bated breath as he explained that he doesn't have the social life he had presented to you that first night. that his coworkers all think he's an asshole, that he's a dick and he isn't the kind of person to be friends with. "up until now, i didn't think i was the kind of person to be a boyfriend, let alone a friend."

it stung a little. jake as little as you had known him, had been one thing - confident. reassured in his personality and his work. he had this charisma around him that lured you in without him needing to really try. "i don't know how you believe that." you speak softly, pushing hair out of his face as it falls, gel from this morning weak from the impact of G-force pressures and california humidity. "you're a fun guy. you always make me laugh. i feel so.. safe around you. it's hard to imagine anyone else not appreciating that like i do."

jake's laid back on the couch now, looking up at you before looking at the ceiling. "yeah, well i guess the reality is that i'm easy to hate, hard to love. an acquired taste."

"that couldn't be further from the truth." it slips out so easily. green eyes perk up in curiosity.

"angel, i'm- to make it quick, i'm a menace. people know my callsign and they know my reputation. a selfish dick looking to get to the top and on top of women. hell, i don't know why you've stuck around as long as you have, so clearly somehow i've rubbed off on you."

your legs shift as you try to adjust on the couch to look at him better. "jake, i'm not going to be that girl. it would be a little weird if i was that girl, i mean, it's been what, a month?" he's slowly raising onto his elbows when you start in your ramblings, "but, you just- you take me by surprise in the best way, at every turn. yeah, sure they have some idea of you but it's not jake. it's not the guy who's impulsively buying karaoke machines to have idiotic nights in, or the guy who's sneaking pictures before anyone can notice because you're sentimental. or even the guy who hides the tears in his eyes at the end of how to train your dragon-"

he points at you with an amused expression, "you saw the way that dragon curls around him, he saved him." you can't hold back the laugh.

"my point is: hangman is so, so far from jake. cause i mean, i love jake, he's... he's my guy. and i don't get what's so hard to love about that." you give a small smile until it computes in your head what you've said. "i ugh..." jake keeps a coy grin on his features, leaning into his chin now that he's rolled onto his stomach, knowingly catching onto what you've said. "is it cool that i said that? i mean i- we can pretend that i didn't and forget this ever happened-"

he cuts you off with a soft press of lips to your own. the taste of apple juice still lingers on his chapped skin, before he pulls away. "it's cool." he offers, a hand coming to take your own.

"i promise i won't say it again." there's a mad blush on your face and jake just laughs.

"ah, don't you go promising nothing. let's just go finish dinner, yeah?"

and jake takes his rightful place next to you at the stove, towering over you as his head bounces along to the music you've put on, glancing at apartment listings that you pull up.

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin x you #hangman fanfic #hangman fanfiction #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin fanfic #jake hangman seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin x reader

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sidsinning · 6 months

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What were your thoughts on the Paris Special? By the end of the special Claw Noir really gave me "Spider Punk" vibes. Also, WHO IS the supreme!

I really liked it! After the absolute trainwrecks that were NY and Shanghai (imo), this was such a refreshing new story! I love how the focus was on Ladynoir after S5 basically sniped them from the map lol, and I loved the dynamic of Toxigriffe (? is this the ship name lol)! Adrienette being one-sided from Adrien was a nice surprise I am obsessing over too 🥴👉👈🔥❤ I love how the focus was actually on our two main leads while also introducing a new universe to explore (unlike the random new people we get in the other specials that I dun really care about,,,).

I think Spider Punk is 100% sure of himself and cool af while Claw Noir is really just a clumsy lonely boy trying to act tough (which is great) but aesthetically yes

The Supreme

Ugh

If Chloe is the same asshole in any universe, it will probably be Lila

#ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug #ml paris special #ml paris spoilers #ask

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dearlyjun · 5 months

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support for my local moawajjunie otw :>

cant stop thinking about first times w jjunie tbh ugh n hes such a soft dom i hdjabdkbejds

he'd be praising u sm (kink slipping out whoops) n absolutely ruining u in the nicest way possible (or not 🫣 im just on the soft dom trainwreck LOL)

n his corruption kink too... the thought of ruining you so good, too good for anyone else... it rly gets him going >3<

oh em geee evelyn hiii 🩷 it’s nice to see you in my inbox!!

first times with jjunie ughHHH yes okay

I imagine like the first time that you give him a blowjob, he’s praising you so so much. lots of thats my girl, keep going, doing so well for me, look so pretty. (biting my fist rn) gives you so much confidence to take him further and further down your throat while his hands are in your hair. doesn’t hide his moans at allll he wants you to know he’s feeling good.

CORRUPTION KINK oh?!?($;, my brain…

like tell him you’ve never had an orgasm, and get ready to be crying for him. wants to ruin you in the best way possible. so much so that you can’t even fathom getting fucked by anyone else…nobody is as good as jjunie.

(fuck im on my knees. yeonjun, blink if you want me)

#ash replies #txt hard thoughts #evelyn <3 #the brain rot I have right now….

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danareadsbooks · 3 months

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I’m not sure if you’ve read the new Tiana graphic novel but made a note I wanted to share with you since you have more knowledge of Tiana in other stories.

I liked the story but something that bothered me is Lottie tagging along (i mean thanks girl for the apartment hook-up) while Naveen stays behind. Like they’re married and Naveen would’ve LOVED being in Harlem in the midst of the Harlem Renaissance. And they were apart for months and we didnt even get a phone call scene or anything. 😞

I noticed that every Disney story in which Tiana goes abroad, it’s never just them as a couple. Either Lottie tags along with them or Naveen gets left behind. Does it have to do with some Disney policy that I’m missing?

PS I LOVED Eudora’s diary bits and sketches of her time in NYC

Oh anon, you read my mind.

When we got the sneak peek of the GN months ago, I ran the text through google translate (the text was in German) just because I had nothing better to do lol! And from those few panels I got that vibe.

I was afraid that the story would then be all about Lottie, which thankfully it wasn't. Still, there were so many opportunities for this book to be better.

Naveen would definitely have loved Harlem!! And it would have been a great opportunity for us as readers to see more of it! We hardly saw anything, and then when we did it was all full of white people?? Through the whole book I was hoping that we would get a letter, a phone call, a surprise visit, or even a goodbye scene at the train - ANYTHING! But it was like Tiana forgot she had a husband once she left NOLA. I think she only mentions him once in passing in her diary. It's was disappointing and felt kind of OOC. Like she was working super hard again, which she learned a lesson about in the movie?? That Naveen helped her with?? And they brought balance to each other??

But I absolutely agree with your ask, and is something I worry about with any new patf story. Lottie tends to take up a lot of space in these stories that, for other princesses, would be filled with their love interest. I guess it's slightly different because Tiana is really the only princess that has a friend that is not an animal, but it's frustrating! Because even when all three are together, Naveen still gets pushed to the side.

I feel like there is so little official art of Tiana and Naveen together AS HUMANS. It's gotten a lot better over the years, and yet I still feel like we've been shafted time and time again. But maybe I feel that way just because I'm bitter lol? I'd love to hear if others feel the same way.

So I am worried about the Tiana show. Naveen is the deuteragonist of the movie, so he should be for the show! I just hope that any subplot that Lottie has (bc of course she will be there, ugh) will be so small that I can easily skip over it and it won't matter.

But back to the GN - I thought it was okay. I liked the art style, and Tiana is super cute in so many of the panels. What we saw of Harlem was a HUGE let down, and the 'friend' she made there is a trainwreck. Eudora's diary entries were probably the best part of the whole thing tbh.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

#princess and the frog #the princess and the frog #tiana #naveen

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thedecoy-if · 1 year

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Honestly, the way you're acknowledging that MC's original world is still turning while they're stuck at *squints at notes* .. Eternia. Eterna? It's 5am and I forgot. Anyways, the way you're acknowledging that just. It just make it hurt all the more, man. I don't really know how all this will pan out, but MC is going to be faced with some really tough choices down the line, what with being stuck between two worlds. Maybe even two lives, if they start adjusting to their life in Angsty Kidnapper Land.

Unless... they turn out to be some sort of realm walker...

Ahahaha. Anyways. Incredible game!! It is such fun. You know how many times I've replayed the demo? Four times. Four. I keep going back just to pick all the 'furious, on the warpath' options. Hell-hath-no-fury MC is the BEST. It's incredibly cathartic, watching MC being rightfully pissed about their situation, watching them freely express their anger. I tend to keep more aggressive emotions like anger to myself, so it's very refreshing. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that I'm using your story as some odd way to cope with my own life's trainwreck state. It's amazing <3

Honestly, this Eternia place has terrible manners. Hells upon hells, MC woke up in a dungeon. After getting kidnapped. And they expected MC to take it well.

Like.

A dungeon. Really? A dungeon? How 'bout a bedroom? Is that so hard? Really? If they're concerned about security, I'm sure it's not hard to post guards outside of said bedroom? Maybe put up a few wards if that's a thing there?

Azzy even knew that MC was an average citizen!! An ordinary(?) human! The man practically recited MC's profile on the spot! Honestly, how the hell was plopping MC into a cell supposed to endear them (and their cause) to MC?

They could've been going for an intimidation tactic but. MC's someone they're going to be closely working with, and with the current state of affairs, it seems like they might be doing so for quite a while - so it would be better if they started off on a good note, no?

A good note that is certainly not waking up to a dungeon in a strange land. And a good note that is absolutely not getting stared/glared at very angstily by some knight with a crush(?) on your doppelganger.

Yes, this is for you, Theokins. Honestly, the nerve of him, acting like MC's at fault for having the same face as S. I understand that the man is hurting, but damn.

That line in the bar, when MC tries to escape and Theo 'says the word prince as if MC had somehow tainted it' - ugh. Whatever Theo's feelings about S are, MC has nothing to do with it. He may be doing it subconsciously, but his callousness/Sad Boy-ness with MC is getting on my nerves. I happen to like this MC a lot, thank you very much, so I'm feeling very protective of them.

I have a feeling know that MC getting caught in the crossfire of people's feelings/expectations for S is going to be a running theme in this story. Which in turn will probably definitely come with a healthy heap of identity crises. Joy. I can almost feel the internal hair pulling I'll be doing.

I do hope that we'll have chances to bully Theo at least a little bit in the future, though. I usually play the genuine, good natured MC, but they just can't let Theo escape scot free from the consequences of his attitude, no? :D

Ehehehe.

TLDR: The Kidnapper Squad absolutely sucks at the hospitality and tact aspect of kidnapping. Surprise surprise.

Anyway. Don't get me wrong. I've griped and rambled through 90% of this monstrosity of an essay, but I completely adore this story. The way it sparks genuine emotional reactions from me - it's great fun. The first time I played the demo, I was going through the scenes with extremely vivid ramping indignation. I was even gripping my computer mouse tighter and tighter, wishing I could just chuck it and nail [insert kidnapper squad member here] on the head with it. The range of emotional reactions you allow the MC is, frankly, impressive - and it's immersed me into the story in a way that few stories are able to do.

I'm very excited to see what comes next! Of course, take as long as you need - pieces of art aren't made in a day <3 Thanks so very much for creating this story and sharing it with us. You're awesome! I'm sorry if this... letter...? rant...? Ran for far too long (it definitely did). I just got very excited. And I tend to go on and on when I am. :D

I hope you have a very nice day! <3

Oh my gooodnesss I love long asks mostly because it makes me really happy that you got invested in the story!

Firstly, I'm so glad you liked the story and thank you for the kind words! I'm really happy it resonated with you. I tend to keep any negative emotions to myself as well, but I knew I wanted to give readers the option to be as feral and as angry as possible. An angry MC is basically what I'd hoped I'd be in that situation instead of the reality (scared and very obedient lol...). MC is a totes new yorker, i had to squeeze in the angry NYCers that tend to be our stereotype lolol

And yes, these Eternans suck. I say this a lot but I am happy they've gotten people angry. They're supposed to! They went about 'kidnapping' MC in the worst way but I find the whole thing kind of funny, especially considering they just throw MC in a room anyway like you could've done that in the first place!?! They get better, I promise!

Theoden is.....interesting. 'Sad Boy' is honestly the most perfect way to describe him. He's like a moody teenager. His relationship with S is super complicated and I'm excited to get into it, considering what they have is not at all straight-forward (evil laughter).

And don't worry, bullying Theoden is coming hehehe

You're def right about expectations and identity crisis. One of the major (internal) conflicts MC deals with having to separate themselves from S. It's also something the whole kidnapper squad has to adjust to, and it's definitely not easy. Especially if you're romancing them. Even worse if MC starts getting comfortable and actually enjoying themselves at Hotel Kidnapper.

Thank you for the nice words and I'm so happy you loved the story 🥺 the fact that you played it four times means so much to me! I hope you like what I have planned.

and please, I'm always happy to hear long rants (especially if its just ragging on Theoden lol).

Thank you!!

#alternate asks #kidnapper squad #mc #snowthornes #HUGS #THANK U #THIS MADE MY DAY #also theokins is hilarious #and im using it now #now we have azzy #and theokins #LOL

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iamthecomet · 5 months

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GAH fair enough i'll try cook up something else.... i will say sometimes i do send different people very similar things by complete accident because my memory is horrible and i forget what i've said to who😭😭

just from the top of my head right now though (just finished a nightmare hell world shift at work so i need to think about The Characters or i'll die):

cirrus helping aurora discover and explore Butchism❤️ BUTCH LESBIANS 5EVER

cumulus washes, dries, and brushes cirrus' hair for her when her arms are too sore/tired to reach up (in my mind cirrus has EDS just like meeee:3 )

controversial take but short cirrus and tall cumulus is so real to me.... BUT cirrus is still the big spoon. she jetpacks it

cumulus: why is it taking her so long to text me back....

cirrus: google how do i spell gorjus

cirrus has AWFUL penmanship (it's either EDS or autism, or both! I'm still figuring that out myself.) and cumulus cannot stand it. she loves that girl but absolutely despises her handwriting. in a similar vein, cirrus is god awful at wrapping presents and cumulus will confiscate them and wrap them herself ("ITS NOT THAT BAD ITLL GET TORN OFF ANYWAYS!" "it is that bad and i don't care")

i think cirrus is just bad with her hands in general for a number of reasons (world's worst handjob giver💔 sad but true. millions cried.) so cumulus often does fine motor tasks for her (writing things down, wrapping presents, sometimes cutting up her food for her when it's just the two of them. they are so tender.... ue ue ue)

cirrus can't swim. that's all

ironically, cumulus is somewhat afraid of heights and cirrus is TERRIFIED of flying bugs (especially moths) (which makes phantom very sad because he loves them. she tries VERY HARD not to squash them whenever he's around....)

THIS ASK IS TOO LONG SO THATS ALL FOR NOW HOPE YOU ENJOY BYEEEE🧡🧡🧡🧡😇😇😇😇

WAHHHH I love your takes on Cirrus! The fandom as a whole (me included) get really caught up on Cirrus being the responsible, smart, in control one who is elegent and is good at everything because someone has to be, and I just love seeing thoughts of her that don't subscribe to that. Especially bad penmenship, bad speller, terrble present wrapper Cirrus.

We all headcanon her as such a perfectionist but what if she isn't? What if she's actually sort of a trainwreck sometimes? Also scared of heights cumulus? Butch Aurora and Cirrus? fuck yeah. FUCK YEAH. I love finding little ways to make the ghouls more "human" and well-rounded. I love the idea of reserved, elegent, sure of herself Cirrus--but I also love the idea that maybe she is also sort of a mess too. Terrible at painting her nails neatly. Impatient. One of the worst cooks in the Abbey. But genuine, and funny, and kind, and absolutely willing to step up and take care of her pack when she needs to. UGH I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH.

#comet canons #Cirrus ghoulette #cirrus is one of the characters I struggle with characterizing the most honestly #she is an enigma to me #and everyone around her #and I love her for it

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oncedied · 1 year

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the crow for the character ask meme

Send me a character, I'll do the prompt.

THE CROW

Favourite Thing About Him

This one's another thing to which I'd say his design! I love the bird motif on his chest combined with the monochromatic color scheme.. And also he's cute LMAO

His character's intriguing to me and he's someone I'd love to learn more about!

Now for Uldren because I'm also going to double down and talk about him here too (even though they are technically two separate entities) I don't know enough about Uldren to really say much but I think he's pretty neat. Like Crow I wanna learn more about Uldren too, and based on what I do know Uldren was a fucking victim.

Least Favourite Thing About Him

The direction Bungie is going with him in Defiance. Just. This whole season has been somewhat of a trainwreck to the point where I don't even want to complete the story, just. Gimme my items and cosmetics, my emotes, and let me go. And Crow is especially where the writing for him is starting to fall flat.

As for Uldren, I'm not really too sure because I don't know that much about him yet, and "He killed Cayde" seems too straightforward and reductive of me as someone who enjoys learning about the lore and the characters within said lore.

Favourite Line

I don't know it exactly, but his quote about how he could "Never replace Cayde," and how he wants to see if he can organize the Hunters a bit, etc etc is one of my favourite little morsels from him. He would be pretty cool as a Vanguard I think!

As for lines from Uldren, I haven't been exposed enough to him and his dialogue to really choose one in particular. But what I do know about him is that he was one kick-ass antagonist in his time.

BrOTP

Amanda!! Why ship them when they can be best friends instead?

OTP

I don't have one.

NoTP

Also don't really have one yet.

Random Headcanon

Crow is a regular at all the Last City's goth clubs. He's there whenever he has time, mingling with others with similar interests to his own, or just lurking in the corner. But when it comes to it, when his favourite song comes on, he can absolutely kill it. Want to learn about goth dancing? He would be glad to show you. Ask him for goth music recs he's full of 'em.

As for Uldren, again I don't really have one.

Unpopular Opinion

I think that. Crow/Uldren is unfortunately one of those characters that attracts Really Weird (See: terrible people) Fans. And when I say "weird fans" I'm not referring to the innocence that is shipping OC/Canon, making fankids, fanfic, etc etc. What I mean are people who just. I can't describe it other than they're obsessed with Crow/Uldren but in a way that distinctively feels off. The type of person that likes [x character] and also falls under the demographic of people that are Why Fandoms Suck. (Some other examples of cool characters that attract The Worst include characters like Starscream from Transformers. If you know I'm sorry and you deserve compensation. If you don't, stay ignorant for your own good.)

I know Crow/Uldren isn't the only character within Destiny that has a following of a Certain Group Of People (I.E Cayde-6) but it's still something worth pointing out, and it also Answers The Question. I don't know what's with characters like Crow/Uldren, Cayde-6 and Starscream (among countless others) that very quickly become the black sheep of their respective community because of the behavior of certain fans (either the vocal minority or the majority) but man it's. A problem. To my knowledge Crow/Uldren fans have been chill so far but I've also heard of absolute horror stories LMAO. and i say this because I've seen both "Uldren/Crow Haters DNI" and "Uldren/Crow Fans DNI" about a dozen times now.

Song I Associate W/ Him

For Crow;

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another character I need to build a playlist for! This one I think is like. Ugh. I don't know, it feels like something my Titan would send to him on a bad day.

"When we grew up, our shadows grew up, too. / But they're just old ghosts that we grow attached to. / The tragic flaw is that they hide the truth, / That you're enough, you're enough, you're enough, / I promise you're enough, you're enough, you're enough. / I promise you're enough, you're enough, you're enough."

For Uldren;

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It's the general vibe and atmosphere of this song that does it for me I think. Another candidate was The Mind Electric.

"All / For nothing at all. / All, for nothing at all, / With something to prove. / I was in the forest looking to see the trees, / But none were there."

An honorary mention is King Volcano by Bauhaus. Another one that's mostly vibe-based.

"King Volcano gave me numbers / King Volcano is clean. / Lonely people burn like candles, / Only we are clean."

Favourite Pictures

For Crow;

LOOK AT HIS FUCKING FACE. HE LOOKS SO FUCKING SWEET. HE CAN TRY HIS HARDEST TO LOOK SCARY LIKE ULDREN DOES (so effortlessly mind you) AND HE WOULD. JUST GKJDNSDKFNLFHND CUTE GUY ALERT!!!! and look. he's an absolute dork in this scene. crow my beloved my DARLING

For Uldren;

this image is cold as HELL. uldren looks so badass so effortlessly. holy fuck. work it girl.

and there's something abt the shot here specifically that. hoo boy scratches something in the back of my brain. i love antagonists that are so effortlessly cool as FUCK

#the crow #crow #destiny #destiny 2 #caydeposting #uldren sov

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a-member-of-minuteswithmandm · 1 year

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Shrinking on Apple TV + is so good! The humour was impeccable, I laughed more watching this show than I have with most shows. Bill Lawrence is very good at what he does and Shrinking hits it out of the park

Watching Jimmy navigate life with grief after Tia's death was very touching but I think the character that I enjoyed the most was Sean - he was so funny, interesting and relatable. Like mental health illness is so hard and getting to see it in different characters was refreshing. I enjoyed all the patients tbh

I think my favorite thing was the friendship dynamics that we see - Gaby and Liz was fantastic, Paul and Jimmy, Paul and Gaby, Alice and Gaby, Gaby and Jimmy (before they had sex - ugh I hate that part) - the platonic dynamics were phenomenal

Finally I need to point out Alice who I think handled everything like a trooper. Jimmy was an absolute Trainwreck at the beginning, and the fact that Alice didn't entirely fall apart because of that and the loss of Tia is impressive

Over all, Shrinking was a 10/10 show and season 1 was great! Jimmy was a questionable therapist at best (he was super super unethical tbh), but the idea of your therapist doing everything in their power to make you better sounds like a dream lol

Please watch our review on YouTube where we talk about all the great things about the show (and the few things we didn't love lol)

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twoeyedshockwave-lol · 8 months

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Chapter 5

(Mild cursing)

"I swear I saw his eyes move."

"I'm pretty sure it's nothing."

"Urgh, why is he so heavy?"

"Ugh he's not so heavy."

Shadow opens his eyes slightly and listens to the voices. He couldn't feel anything. Not even his face or his hands. Even though he could open his eyes he couldn't see anything. It was all just a messy blur of color for him. He then noticed the horrible smell that lingered through his nose. He was repulsed by the horrible smell but couldn't tell what the smell was, nor could he tell where he was. Shadow tried to move but he couldn't. He was too weak to move any of his limbs. Something was holding his wrists and his ankles but he couldn't tell what was. In desperation, he then tried to call for help from Hive. But the intercom In his head was pulled out. The realization hit him like a trainwreck. He realized that he was alone and at the mercy of whoever was the captor.

Panic spurred through his mind and he let out a whimper. He then was dropped onto the floor making a splash on impact. Shadow hit his head on the wet concrete and his mind went blank again. The last thing he heard was a panicked voice saying that he was still alive.

Silence fills the smelly air of a room with a long table that sits in the middle. The table had many papers scattered across the surface and a lot of trash piled up under the table. A man sat at the end of it, tapping his foot rhythmically onto the concrete floor. He sat there with an empty expression painted on his face. He had noticeable dark bags that blended underneath his brown eyes.

He held a paper in his hand with what seemed to be a map of Autodale. There were lines and x-marks scribbled all over it and There were notes scribbled on the sides in what seemed to be his handwriting. None of the words were legible except for the word "failure" in each sentence that was written.

The man sighs and stares at the words failure that he wrote all over the map. "Plan F doesn't work either." He mumbled to himself, his voice had an emotionless tone. Not even a hint of anger or sadness is present in his speech, just utter emptiness. He then slams the map down onto the table and slides it across the table into a big pile of maps that have been scribbled on. Who knows how long he's been trying to find a solution? A year? Two years? A decade? The man doesn't even know himself, only God knows.

"Charles...?" Sandra mutters through the door and opens it slowly. He flinched at her voice and quickly changes his expression and his posture. He turns to the door and smiles softly while clearing his throat. The door then fully opens to reveal Sandra, she was visibly angry and shaking a little. Charles' smile then fades away slowly, "I need to talk to you." She said in a serious tone as she stretches her arm to the doorframe. Charles then sinks into his chair and gains the courage to say something back. "I need to talk to you too Sa-

"I couldn't kill the friendly shadow."

Silence then floods the smelly room again. Sandra looks down at the floor in disappointment and leans closer to the doorframe. Charles on the other hand stared at Sandra with pure confusion and shock. He then stands up and walks to Sandra. She then looks up at him, "You're, you're not mad...?" She mumbles and tightens up her stance. "Me? Mad? Absolutely not! I'm, I'm overjoyed!" He cheered and got closer to Sandra.

She then retaliates away from him and looks at him with utter confusion. "What- why are you happy about this Charles? He's our enemy." She scoffs and gave him a weirded-out glance. "Well, he can be an ally! A powerful ally and he can help us!" Charles argues in a delighted tone. He then tries to walk out the door so that he could speak with Shadow. Sandra then steps in front of him and pushes him back into the room, "Wha- hey what are you doing Sandra?"

"Charles, this is a stupid plan! This isn't some comic or fantasy. This is reality! He could betray us or even kill all of us! There is no damn chance he is gonna agree to help us!"

"Then what do you suppose we do with shadow then."

Sandra then pauses and her eyes pace around the room. She thinks to herself and crosses her arms before coming up with her answer to Charles. "We kill him for real." Charles then facepalms and groans, "No Sandra, that's completely off the table now." Charles argues and continues to try and walk away from her. She steps in front of him again and they both make eye contact. Both stared intensely and tried to assert dominance over each other. Sandra then takes a deep breath of the smelly sewer air and exhales in anger, she gave in and loosens her stance.

"Alright, alright...you win. But if he doesn't comply or tries anything funny, I'm going to kill him on the spot. Deal?"

The sound of an old record player scratched against the groves of a large black disk. A hand then switched the record on and the melody of a piano started to softly play. The person then started to hum along with the melody. They were tall and had no scars or imperfections. They wore a yellow apron contrasting with the grey walls and dark navy blue furniture.

She then extends her hand out to Charles and offers a handshake to him. Charles hesitated to shake Sandra's hand and stares at it for a while. He thought about Sandra's deal. "It's a fair deal." He sighs and shakes Sandra's hand, ensuring their deal. They then both walked down the sewer hall to where they always kept new guests.

During the deal with Sandra and Charles

The person then took a broom that was propped up from the corner of the room and started to sweep the dust and debris off the floor and into a dustpan that they held. Everything was perfect for them. The way the severed handymen's heads were hung on the wall, the navy blue seat that sat in the corner, the light green plants that hung from the ceiling, the little side table that sat next to the seat and held the record player in place, everything was just perfect.

"HEY CECIL! YOU WANT ANOTHER DECORATION?!

"GAH, WHAT THE FUCK SAGE!? KNOCK FIRST DUMBASS!" Cecil yelled back at Sage while recovering from being started by them. He then notices what Sage was dragging behind their back and he panics in his head. "Uh...sage that's not a robot." He mumbles while dropping his broom in disbelief. "Sage, that's a person." He continues and confusion washed over his face. He wasn't frightened of the sight of a dead person or a thing, he was just deeply confused and pissed about why they brought it here.

"A person? Oh pfft- no I can assure you this thing isn't a human." They laughed and started to drag Shadow inside the room. Sage then knelt and so did Cecil. They both looked down and examined Shadow's face. "No way! It's the dude from uh, that one show from my childhood!" Cecil smiled and got up to set up a folding chair. "I'm pretty sure it's just regular interrogation, either that or Sandra and Felicity handed me a dead body in the middle of the hall and told me to take it here so that you can make him into one of your handyman plinths... I don't know, to be honest, no one ever tells me anything."

Cecil then sighs and looks down at the unconscious shadow laying on the floor. "I'm pretty sure he's here for interrogation, what a waste for such a beautiful face to miss out on being a decoration..." There then was a deafening and awkward silence between Cecil and Sage. They then scoff and laugh at Cecil "You're weird for collecting heads-"

"And you're weird for being obnoxious," Cecil argues back with Sage. They then frown and give a side eye to him. Cecil then lifts Shadow and sits him up in the metal folding chair in the center of the room. "You think we should restrain him?" He asked under his breath while adjusting Shadow in his chair. They both then stand next to each other and stand in front of shadow. "Hmm..." Sage sighed and put their hand on their hip. "Nah."

"Are you sure Sage? What if he yknow, tries to uh...does he fight like in the cartoon?"

"Meh he looks like a twink, we'll be fine." Sage laughed and walked out the door, they then pause and look back at Cecil. "Let me know if anything interesting happens at interrogation."

Cecil then scoffs "You know, we end up just killing off most of them. nothing special is gonna happen this time." Sage then chuckles and walks out the door and shuts it behind them. Cecil sighs and stares at shadows lifeless body that is slouched in the folding chair. He then bends down to shadows face and holds it with one of his hands. Cecil then examines shadows head. There were big holes in his temples and little wires that were all different colors coming out of them, there were only a few wires left in but the rest were pulled out or looked as if they were about to fall out of his head.

"Poor thing, what did they do to you?"

He then lets go of shadows face and stands straight again. "It wouldn't hurt to just lock him in here until Charles comes." He thought to himself and turned his back and walked to the door behind him. He then walked out the door and turns around to face shadow one last time.

"Goodluck, if you can hear me."

Cecil then closes the door in front of him and locked it with a key in his pocket. Cecil left Shadow alone in the guest room, not even reassuring if Shadow was truly still knocked out.

Tags: @somebodytolove31 @kitkat-katty @shiningshard @call-me-casual and @all autodale fans :]

Notes: Thank you all so much for supporting my fan fic, yall haven't idea how much it warms my heart 🥹🥹🥹💕💕 I love you all so much -Shockwave

#autodale #dead sound #friendly shadow #fanfic writer #alternate universe #fanfic

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rhine-gold-archive · 2 years

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struggling with electro visions meta, i have an idea for them and it’s solipsists locked into escapist delusions, but my main arguments for Yae Miko is that like. I just know her type in real life??

i’m active in local bdsm community so i know few ppl like her and i’m friends with at least one of them. she’s that bitch who refuses to go to good cafes if they are not trendy, so you start the evening in an overpriced restaurant drinking expensive wine, but the night always ends in a club, slamming shots at 4 am, and she somehow always knows a club where it’s a girls night out today. she’s in a dysfunctional on-and-off relationship with trust-fund hikikomori who’s lowkey running an online cult and sometimes disappears for months bc she’s ~ascending~ or some shit, and Miko pretends it doesn’t bother her bc they are not in a “official relationship”. but at that time she starts picking up the most subbiest, inexperienced dogboys around bc they are the easiest to get attention from, and you’re supposed to pretend you don’t see this absolute trainwreck in the making. at 3 am stage of maudlin drunk she tells you “no, you don’t understand, she’s Enlightened” and you’re like “bitch, you know I love you, but you are fucking DELUSIONAL”

and ugh... that’s my arguments which i 100% stand by, but they are not very lore-friendly

#rhine talks

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maeve-is-annoying-about-books · 10 months

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Live Read Thread: House of Leaves

What I know and Foreword:

I only first heard of this book because of that one video about the really impressive DOOM wad. It was mentioned a few times offhand and then some pictures of the page layouts were put up and I was intrigued. But like a week later it slipped from my mind, until a friend who's a literature fan told me she had been reading it due to a totally unrelated incident. At that same time my partner had just seen the video I had and also encouraged me to give it a look, so I went down to the bookstore my next chance.

All I knew going into it was that it was a spooky book with inventive formatting, I really thought it'd be just that, but I'm five chapters in and it brought me here to record my thoughts without disturbing the other poor dears in my life. So without further ado I'll start posting my thoughts chapter by chapter, starting with what I've read so far.

Ugh, get that clinical analysis tone outta your blog, Maeve.

The foreword here by Johnny Truant is the most enticing warning to a book I think I've read. He's an absolute trainwreck of a man who just started to get something arguably good in his life when this old man just drops his House of Leaves on him. Like I know it's too early to have a title drop pun but what else do you call this complete mess of papers and napkins Zampanò has?

Anyway, it's this long and rambling piece about how curiosity devolved into obsession, and how strange things have been costing Johnny here his sleep. Strange marks on Zampanò's floor, the endless random stuff arranged around him, his curious habit of writing a book on filmography when he is very blind. And of course, Johnny's paroxysms of panic around this life work. It's almost... trite? Trite, like he's saying "oh it's a spooky book with a spooky monster oh it's gonna getcha if you read it!" I swear I nearly put it down.

Then these last few passages hit differently. And suddenly I wasn't looking at Johnny the loser drifter, suddenly I was painfully inside this man's soul. This like... fear or change in him that's so fundamentally different from his usual griping self. It was all at this line that I got pulled back in:

"You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace the constellations. You'll only care about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel., as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay."

Reading this at one o'clock at night in an empty, dark house wasn't so great for my mental state. This passage and the ones leading directly too it are just so... drawing, so latently terrifying in a way I don't know if I can describe. And this nebulous sort of fear of... Of what, the dark? The expanse? Nothingness? Nonexistence? played me like a damned cello. I think my spine hit a high C and I knew I had to read the book. I know exactly how it's going to ruin me and it's so different from getting jumpscared in another slasher movie.

So, let's take a look. What's the worst that could happen?

#live reading #house of leaves #Maeve's House of Leaves Readalong

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abysslll · 2 years

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i’m asking about your brubba playlist

!!!!!!

okok i'm definitely excited a normal amount about this ghklsjdjsd, quick warning for (major) spoilers + the longest fucking post of all time and yeah let's get into it i'm gonna go through the top five songs:

so . sdhgksldgh. ok. arms tonite is literally such a perfect song for them, the lyric "i cried hard because i have died and you're alive" works sO FUCKING WELL FOR BRUNO AFTER HE DIES THE FIRST TIME??? like he obvious realizes he's dead pretty soon and he's probably devastated because he knows he's not going to make it, but then abbacchio dies too and then he's even more sad bc even though he didn't want to leave him he didn't want him to die either obviously

i just think the "i fell hard in your arms tonight" lyric is so perfect bc my version of canon has them survive and they get a happy ending definitely has some abbacchio dying in bruno's arms action. idk they're tragic lovers change my mind-

ok next song up: home!! as well as being absolutely fucking obsessed with this song, i also think almost every lyric works for bruabba?? rundown: "often i'm upset that i cannot fall in love but i guess / are you tired of me yet?" and the whole "get a load of this monster/trainwreck" part are all fucking perfect lines for abbacchio, he doesn't understand why bruno loves him bc of his serious self worth issues and he thinks he's just a waste of space and uGH

MEANWHILE "i'm a little sick right now but i swear when i'm ready i will fly us out of here / are you dead? sometimes i think i'm dead / i'll figure out a way to get us out of here" are just so so so so good for bruno, bc he doesn't want to be a bad person and he knows abbacchio isn't either, but their situation forces them to kill and it's Bad so he wants to take over the mafia to give abbacchio the life he deserves, plus the whole are you dead lyrics are Literally Him after the king crimson fight

home is the one i wanted to ramble about the most, it's so soft and sad and i have to think about them every time i hear it. i can just see bruno taking everything on trying to get them to the top so abbacchio doesn't have to hurt people anymore, and abbacchio wanting to help but not able to (at least at first) because of his addiction and he just wants bruno to be happy and :(((((

digital love is fairly self explanatory and also a cheerfuller/not tragic song, i think it describes their relationship really well because they're both definitely the type of people to be like "we are in love but cannot do a single thing about it bc it is not appropriate in this situation we must Pine" and pine they do. i like to think they dream about each other a lot

i will follow you into the dark is just such a good song for them bc it's literally about two lovers(?) dying, like ????? "no blinding light / or tunnels to gates of white / just our hands clasped so tight" like i KNOW that canonically abbacchio goes to purgatory and bruno to heaven but you can't separate them in death it's just not right 😭😭😭😭 they're up there in heaven together watching giorno and mista be dumbasses oH ALSO "you and me have seen everything to see" bc they spent the majority of their adulthood together and they were with each other throughout everything. this song makes me cry so much they deserved everything

ok last up problems i found this song like yesterday and i am so obsessed with it, it is the most abbacchio pov song i've ever heard. just the entire song ["i'm a loser, a disgrace / you're a beauty, a luminary"] is So spot on??? he totally looks up to bruno as this saint, even though bruno is just some guy trying to make the world better. even if he does see bruno as a normal person there's no fucking way he thinks they could ever possibly be on the same level he hates himself too much for that. bruno just wants him to get over it and kiss him lmao-

ok in conclusion i love them, and araki's homophobic for killing them (/j). thank u for enabling my rambling jan i love you !!! /p

oh oh also for any jjba fans (or just followers idk) who see this and wanna know the playlist you can listen to it here !

#jan <3 #endless asks #bruabba #jjba tag

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messiah-girl · 1 year

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Mediocrity

A short story about loving the wrong people, about settling.

Matt’s apartment building had poorly assembled flooring on its roof deck. Tiles jutted up at random like incompatible puzzle pieces. That additional centimeter or two in each piece of vinyl caused chaotic disorganization along the entire plane. Of course, it was absolutely ridiculous to hold this against him, and, even with the disorderly floor, it was beautiful on the roof, the skyline glittering a half mile or so to the south.

He and I would get drunk and smoke cigarettes up there. Except for obvious times, like The Fourth of July, we always had the place to ourselves. We’d be giggly and drunk, me always more than him, and I’d fling myself upside down as I’d attempt a cartwheel, and we’d cackle as I landed on my face. He never criticized my drinking, never made me feel like the blacked-out burden I often was, and I liked that a lot about him.

I often wonder what drew him to me then, for I was a trainwreck and increasingly leaning into it. While intoxicated, I could be spirited and playful, a good-time girl, but I was sullen, sedate, and moody all other times, resenting his sweet text messages and his affectionate doting.

Eventually, I’d go up to the rooftop with him sober, and I’d found myself absolutely revolted by the shitty work that produced the disjointed floor. Now, of course, as I’ve already said, to hold this against him is ridiculous. Logically, I knew this even then, but held it against him, I quietly did. A seed had been planted, and my begrudging began to grow like an invasive weed, smothering out any of the warmth that I’d been cultivating, rendering him painfully mediocre in my mind.

Soon, the displeasure spread like cancer. His exorbitant collection of sneakers, a pocket of fat that hung below his chin, a broken tap in his kitchen, the banal art on his walls, how he wheezed after short bouts of thrusting, the inane, unfunny, overused things that frequently left his mouth, his stable and loving family. I couldn’t help myself in finding things that annoyed me, but with each new ugh I’d felt for him, I’d desperately remind myself what a sweet, adoring man he was to me. I’d remind myself of that which I found attractive: he was very tall, he had friends I’d liked, he was accepting of me in the exact way I was, his wealthy family had a beach house I’d surely be invited to.

One day, after I’d been ignoring him for hours, I finally told him I needed some space. In his characteristic, kind-hearted way, he accepted this and told me he’d be there when I was ready to return. Immediately, I felt both guilty and relieved. Guilty in part because I was ambivalent– on one hand, what I’d wanted to do was disappear from his life forever, but on the other I appreciated how good he was to me and felt foolish giving that up. I was relieved, however, because I’d bought myself some time, perhaps an indefinite amount, in which I didn’t have to talk to him.

He’d check up on me later that week, a magnanimous gesture I did not feel deserving of. I’d reply briefly, wanting not to, but my uncertainty was too great, not quite wanting to discard him, sending out the barest of minimums, which, I assume, he accepted predominantly for the fact that I portrayed myself as a wounded doe, too mentally ill to interact, rather than someone who was just losing interest. I, too, have been manipulated in this way before, and it always felt excessively cruel, but I couldn’t stop myself from inflicting the same injury upon him. I didn’t feel bad about it, either.

All the while, this wounded little deer was out prancing around with another man, Adam, with whom I was enamored. He did not seem to adore me back in the same way, though upon reflection, I realize he may just have been too paralyzed with self-doubt and grief to have been the lover I’d wanted. For all the relief I had for the fact that I did not have to idly chatter with Matt throughout the day, I simultaneously carried an immense anxiety over the lack of chatter coming from my new lover.

This affair was founded on our common suicidality, propensity toward addiction, and shared taste in music and books. We were two deeply wounded individuals who indulged in our self-destructive tendencies through both an extreme candor but an unavailability toward one another. With him, I’d feel seen and understood in a way Matt, through his lack of shared life experience, would never be capable of. Matt was the stable, rational choice, but Adam was the chaos I always seemed to return to.

It was an odd, though familiar, thing to spend nights drunk on Adam’s couch, discussing our deepest, darkest secrets, ending up in his bed, where he would suck my toes before we’d curl up together. I’d wake up with my cheek pressed against his bare chest, admiring his dense facial hair, which Matt could not grow. I’d chatter like a monkey, giddy and still drunk from the night before for a few moments while he sleepily listened to me. Eventually, I’d grow self-conscious, convincing myself that he found me annoying and filled with pretension. Quietly, I’d get dressed and amble out his door and down the sidewalk to my car. With the morning sun burning into me, like alcohol does to an infection, I’d grow hot with shame as I’d pass his neighbors, keeping my eyes averted. Adam and I would exchange next to no words until our next meeting.

Matt would text me regularly, however, always making attempts to see me, which I would agree to, though not as often as he would’ve liked. One night, after I’d stretched time between meetings to an absolute maximum and his patience with me was growing thin, his frustration seeping out of communication subtly, I’d invited him out with my friends and I. Excitedly, he agreed, feeling as though it meant something to be meeting my friends - it didn’t.

Like the snake I was, I asked Matt to wait an hour or two and drunkenly texted Adam. This allowed me time to rescind Matt’s invitation if Adam were available. I suppose I knew he wouldn’t be, knowing that he was perhaps even entertaining another woman, but I wanted to leave space for the possibility. He wasn’t available, as I’d predicted, and, so, black-out drunk, I’d sent him a text I didn’t remember sending, “Fuck you.”

Matt made his way to the bar I was at. The bartender refused to serve me any more alcohol, and so he and I went back to his apartment. When we awoke, he told me I was pretty and I told him that I wanted to kill myself. He laughed as if I were joking.

My phone had messages from Adam that morning, but, too racked with shame, I refused to read them. They sat unopened for a week, throughout which I wrote the connection off, refusing to confront the ways in which I’d humiliated myself through my drunk-dialing. That morning, I’d decided Matt would suffice, and, the following day, I agreed to be his girlfriend.

#flash fiction #fiction #writeblr #writblr #writers #writing #creative writing #femcel #female manipulator #female writers #writers and poets #writerslife #philadelphia #short story #story time #stories #romance #lovers

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