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teaboot · 1 day ago

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Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

#I'm still so young and ignorant #but I wish someone had told ME these things before I had to learn them #And now when shit goes south and everything is over and calm again the same things just roll though my head #Over and over and over #It's like everyone I meet has the same 3 problems and its ruining their lives #I just want to take everyone I meet by the shoulders and shake them #I KNOW why this is happening to you #Do you realize you can be better?#Do you realize you can do it?#Aren't you terrified of wasting your life like this?#*I* want to be happier #*I* used to be so much worse than I am #And I don't have it all figured out #But if we all decide to help ourselves then it'll be that much easier to help each other #Right?#It's so hard to lift dead weight #You need to kick against the waves with me #You need to WANT to float #Do you understand #Ugh it's 6am #This has been your overdramatic midnight ramble #Imma grill me a cheese and go back to bed #Blaurfhgh

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leclercsainzz · 19 hours ago

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GOOD FOR YOU

PAIRINGS: nicholas alexander chavez x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

A/N: saw an edit of him w/ this song and had to make a smau based on it:)

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drewstarkey: 😉

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↳ user: bItch omg— imagine

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↳ user: that man has a new gf every season 😭

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nicholasalexanderchavez

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nicholasalexanderchavez: MONSTERS: The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story is streaming now only on @netflix

tagged: @cooperkoch @bardenmantarctic @chloessevigny

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user: the series was inaccurate but you and cooper killed it

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user: DIMES DIMES DIMES DIMES

↳ user: mother fucking dimes 👏🏼

user: him and cooper deserve an oscar for their performance

user: my new obsession, i swear 😭

user: the eighth slide OMG ANSNS—

user: ariana (YN) what are you doing here?!? 👀

user: my new white boy of the month

↳ user: of the year*

user: even though it was inaccurate, he slayed

user: crushing on him and cooper HARD

user: who’s here because of tiktok???

↳ user: MEEEE

user: i have a crush on him fr 😭

user: i better see him in more movies and/or shows

user: OBSESSED OMG 😍

user: you and cooper have me on my knees omg—

user: soooooo fine

user: i binge watched the whole series in one day

↳ user: i did too 😩

user: ooouu he fit fit

user: ARE YOU SINGLE?!!?

↳ user: asking the right questions 🤣

user: nicholas, one chance is all i’m asking for

user: what a beautiful man 😩

user: anyone else see yn in the likes?

↳ user: she’s so real for that

↳ user: she just like me fr

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yourusername: <3

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user: i was so convinced she was with drew

user: YN, BABES, WHO IS IT?!? 😭

↳ yourusername: that’s a secret i’ll never tell;)

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madisonbaileybabe: face card never declines, oml 😍

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user: he looks hot, yn’s hot, i love hot people

user: pretty girl

user: and people said that it was that formula one driver 💀

madelyncline: sexyyyy

user: i NEED to know who this man is

user: it’s giving ✨ nicholas alexander chavez ✨

↳ user: LMAOOO, that’s a stretch

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user: tag him, don’t be scared

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↳ yourusername: he already is, babes 😉

↳ user: GIRL— WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

user: my life depends on knowing who this is

user: yn, who is it?!?!???

user: his back is so hot omg

user: he must be hitting the gym often 👅

madisonbeer: gorggg 😍

user: anyone know who it is?

user: she’s soo pretty

user: who is this man?!

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↳ user: LITERALLY OMGG—

drewstarkey: 😏

↳ user: WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!?!?

↳ user: they were supposed to be my endgame frrr 🥺

user: he seems hot

user: gorgeous girl! 😍

nicholasalexanderchavez

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nicholasalexanderchavez: monthly recap

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user: SIR—

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user: soooo he ain’t single? 😭

user: wait a min— why does his post correlate with yn’s?

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user: THE FIRST PIC HELLO? THE SHOE?!?

↳ user: i’m confused, what?!?

↳ user: look at yn’s recent post

↳ user: bItch OMG

user: damn, so he taken?!? 💔

user: BARK BARK

user: tag her, you coward 😏

user: sooo fine omg

user: he knows how fine he is, i swear

user: @yourusername is that you?!??

user: THE THIRD POST, HELLO?!!? 👅👅👅

user: got me feeling some type of way, i swear

user: wait, is that really yn?!?

↳ user: it’s what we’re all trying to figure out

cooperkoch: 🙂‍↕️

user: finest man everrrrrrr

user: nicholas this nicholas that— but what about COOPER??

↳ user: say it louder, bestie

↳ user: what did man do to deserve him?!? 😭

user: fuck 🫦 he’s HOT

user: my kind of man right here;)

user: LET ME BE ONE OF YOUR GIRLS, PLEASE

user: something’s purring 🫢

user: white boy of the month frfr

user: cooper’s a cutie in that fourth slide

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user: girl @yourusername this yo man??!? 👀

user: ALLLLL day AND ALLLLL NIGHT

user: oh my gawddddd 🫦

user: i can cook and clean, if you need someone

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user: is he dating yn?!?!?

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yourusername: lover era 💋

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user: THE HARD LAUNCH WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

user: bestie?!?!???? omg?!?!? what?!?!?

↳ yourusername: cats out the bag, i guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

user: oMG

user: i feel so single wtf

user: the second and fourth photo 😭

user: we get it, girl, you won

user: HE SECURED THE BADDEST BITCH OMG 😩

madelyncline: ooou she a baddddie 🫦

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nicholasalexanderchavez: you look so good, baby

nicholasalexanderchavez: the most beautiful girl ever

nicholasalexanderchavez: i’m so in love with you 😘

↳ yourusername: i love youuuu 💋

cooperkoch: mom & dad

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user: ADOPT ME, PleaSE

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user: nOt the white boy of the month

user: YN, HIDE THE EDITS FROM HIM

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user: obx meets monsters?? 😯

user: the baddest girl everrrr

user: my yndrew heart (they better get together in the show tho)

user: YNNICHOLAS IT IS 😍

user: she’s sooo fine omg

user: @drewstarkey

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user: HOT omg

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nicholasalexanderchavez: 🙂‍↕️

tagged: @yourusername

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user: YN, GIRL, tHE TEXT?!??

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user: we get it 😭 you’re taken

user: idk if i wanna be him or yn

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yourusername: we did in fact do those things;)

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↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: heading upstairs right now

user: soo fucken fine oml

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↳ yourusername: same!

user: HOT 🥵

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user: TILL THE NEIGHBORS KNOW HIS NAME

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user: @yourusername BABES, HE’S SOOO FINE 😭

user: this man is so fine 😍

user: it’s not a want, it’s a NEED

user: nicholas, let me just be one of your girls 🙏🏼

user: my body had a reaction to the third post

cooperkoch: was the text really necessary? 🤔

↳ user: 😂 cooper

user: thE THIRD POST

user: finest man ever, i swear

user: father of my kids (real) 😩

nicholasalexanderchavez and behindtheblinds

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behindtheblinds: All eyes on him! Nicholas Alexander Chavez @nicholasalexanderchavez — the next cover star of our new HIGH ROMANCE FW 24 issue —

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yourusername: that’s my man, guys 🫦

↳ user: we get it, girl, we get it 😭

↳ user: okay— stop rubbing it on my face, please

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: all yours baby @yourusername

yourusername: #ineeditdeepinsideme

↳ user: YN?!!?? (you’re so real for this)

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↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: that’s you, my love 😘

user: of course yn is here in the comment being thirsty LMAO

user: YN’s COMMENt 😭

cooperkoch: slayyy

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: 🫶🏼

user: i’m not a waitress but i’ll take the tip

nicholasalexanderchavez: mwahh

user: WE NEED A COLLAB W CALVIN KLEIN

user: dream ride 😩

user: LORD HAVE MERCY

user: i knew i’d find yn here

user: i wanna thank beyonce for your existence

user: alright— who took my pants?

user: i need to know if he’s seen the edits

↳ user: yn confirmed that he does in fact know about the edits

user: yn, i’m so jealous of you 😭

yourusername: you look soooo good 😍

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: YOU look good;) you know you do

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: you better feel good

↳ yourusername: I LOVE YOUUUUU ❤️

↳ nicholasalexanderchavez: I LOVE YOUUUU TOO ❤️

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slut4evanpeters · 18 hours ago

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Haunted

james patrick march x reader

song i recommend listening to: dead to me by melanie martinez

warnings: isolation, cheating, toxic relationships, emotional distress, murder, violence, intent to kill, obsession, psychological trauma, angst, haunting

word count: 2.1k

notes: oh my god i need james so bad (also writes a fic about killing him) BUT ANYWAY. hes so baddie. everyone seems to be on the james brainrot and so am i so here ya go!

The rain was unrelenting that night, a downpour that blurred the city outside the towering windows of the Hotel Cortez. The air inside the suite was damp and heavy, clinging to your skin as if the walls themselves were aware of what you had learned. In the glow of the low lights, your gaze fell to the delicate silver bracelet around your wrist. The one he’d given you on your wedding night. You remembered his hands fastening it around you, a token of his love, he’d said. A lie. Like so much else.

Now, the image of her haunted you. The Countess. Ger otherworldly beauty, her crimson lips and ice-cold eyes. She had him now, stolen what had once belonged to you, and he had let her.

You turned at the sound of the door creaking open, his figure filling the doorway. James Patrick March, dressed to perfection as always, his tailored suit fitting like a second skin. He stepped in casually, his gaze finding you with slight amusement.

“My dearest,” he drawled, his voice smooth as dark silk. “You look positively… haunted.”

He knew. He knew, and he was reveling in it. Rage twisted within you, but you forced yourself to speak, each word measured. “Tell me, James…how long have you been with her?”

He sighed, stepping into the room with his hands folded behind his back, a picture of unbothered elegance. “My dear, whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t pretend with me,” you said sharply, fists clenching as you felt the weight of his betrayal pressing against your chest. “I found her scarf. I know it was hers, I could still smell her perfume on it. So, tell me…did you ever love me? Or was I just another acquisition, another project for you to mold to your liking?”

James’s smirk remained, though something darker sparked in his eyes. “Love, my dear? Is that what you seek from a man like me? Love is a fickle, fleeting thing. You should know better.”

You took a step toward him, anger drowning out the pain that had been clawing at your heart. “You made promises to me. You said I was yours, that we’d build this empire together. And yet, you lie to my face with that smirk, knowing you’ve betrayed me.”

His eyes narrowed, the smirk faltering for the briefest moment. “Do you think I am without loyalty, then? Is that what you believe?”

You scoffed, unable to hold back the bitterness that had been festering within you. “You are a man without morals, without loyalty to anyone but yourself. I have been loyal to you in every way. Devoted, loving, but it’s never enough for you, is it?”

James’s expression darkened. “Enough, my Darling,” he said, voice laced with a dangerous edge. “You think you know me, but you don’t. You’ve merely seen what I allow you to see. I am a man of…diverse needs, shall we say.”

Your heart shattered as you realized there was no regret in his eyes, no flicker of remorse for what he had done. “So I was nothing but another game to you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “Just another thrill.”

James tilted his head, his smirk returning, infuriatingly smug. “Games, thrills, they are all part of life’s delicious banquet, my darling. And you. You are an essential course.”

Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them fall, not in front of him. “You are the very definition of a monster, James Patrick March.”

He chuckled, taking another step toward you, his voice a low, mocking murmur. “Perhaps, but that is why you married me, is it not? You, of all people, should appreciate the…darker appetites.”

You couldn’t bear it anymore. Every word, every cold, calculated sentence sent another wave of bitterness flooding through you. He was right. He had twisted you. Had woven his influence into the very fabric of your being until you could no longer imagine a life free from his shadow.

That was when the idea struck you.

It was the only way you’d ever be free from him, the only way to silence his laughter and those whispered promises that meant nothing. If he would haunt you forever, then you’d ensure that he did so from beyond the grave.

It was late, past midnight, when you met him again in the lavish suite, the room bathed in the flickering glow of firelight. The rain outside was still unceasing, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulsing of your heartbeat.

James was pouring himself a glass of bourbon, entirely oblivious to the weight of your gaze upon him. “Care for a drink, my darling?” he asked without looking up, his voice carrying that familiar trace of arrogance.

You approached him slowly, hands shaking as you concealed the small pistol within the folds of your dress. “No, thank you,” you replied, voice tight. “I’ve come for something else.”

He turned, his brow arching in mild interest as he took a sip of his drink. “Oh? And what might that be?”

The moment hung between you, and for a second, you felt the pang of doubt. But then his smirk returned, and you were reminded of all those empty promises, those lies that had bound you to him. You raised the pistol, your hand steady.

James’s eyes flickered with surprise, and he let out a low chuckle. “Is this a game, my darling? Are you playing the femme fatale?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper. “No, James. I am ending you.”

A flicker of something crossed his face—amusement, perhaps, mixed with disbelief. “You think you can be free of me?” he asked, his tone dripping with contempt. “That killing me would make you rid of my presence?”

But you were done listening, done letting him weave his darkness into your life. You pulled the trigger.

The shot rang out, echoing through the room as James’s body jerked, blood staining his crisp white shirt. His hand reached up, touching the wound, his expression shifting from disbelief to something almost…admiring. He staggered, collapsing against the wall before finally crumpling to the floor, his eyes still locked on you.

You watched, heart pounding as he breathed his last, the life draining from his gaze.

The rain was unyielding, its steady beat drumming against the windows as you stood over James’s lifeless body. The stillness of the room pressed in on you, and for the first time, there was a dreadful quiet that settled around you, almost mocking you. You’d finally done it, freed yourself from him. Or so you thought.

You took a trembling breath, your gaze locked on the man you had once loved, the man who had twisted your heart until it bled. His face, even in death, wore that maddening smirk. Cold dread crept over you, but you pushed it down, telling yourself that this was over. With him gone, you’d be free, finally able to move on.

Yet, the moment you left the suite, you could feel an unsettling weight in the air, an almost tangible sense of wrongness that clung to you. You shook it off, convincing yourself that it was merely the residue of a nightmarish decision. After all, how could a man like James be vanquished so easily?

Days passed, and the world outside the Cortez seemed brighter, the air lighter, everything seemed as though it were trying to convince you of your freedom. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking, watching, waiting. In the late hours of the night, when the hotel grew silent, you’d catch yourself holding your breath, listening for sounds that weren’t there.

It began subtly, almost as though your own mind were playing tricks on you. First, it was the scent of his cologne, smoky, rich, unmistakably him. You’d smell it faintly in the halls, just a wisp that vanished as quickly as it came, and you’d shake it off as a phantom memory.

But then, his scent began to linger.

It would seep through your room late at night, filling the air, curling around you like a shroud. It was suffocating, stirring memories that you had tried to bury. His hand on your wrist, his laughter echoing in your mind. You’d wake in a cold sweat, the smell clinging to your sheets, fading only in the first light of dawn.

You told yourself it was guilt, remnants of his presence in your mind. But then, you began to hear his voice.

At first, it was nothing but a whisper, almost too faint to catch, so quiet you could dismiss it as the settling of the old hotel walls or a draft sweeping through the corridors. But the whispers grew louder, words twisting and forming from the darkness.

“Darling…”

The first time you heard it clearly, you froze, your breath caught in your chest as the single word echoed in the quiet of your suite. You searched the empty room, but it was only you, alone, your reflection staring back from the darkened window. “James?” you whispered, barely daring to breathe, your voice trembling. But there was no answer. Just the silence pressing down on you, thick and oppressive.

But the whispers didn’t stop. Each night, they grew clearer, his voice brushing against your ear like a cold breeze. “Did you think you could escape me?” it would murmur, soft and venomous, curling around you, poisoning every thought. “You are mine, my love. You always will be.”

The nights stretched on, and sleep became an elusive dream as his whispers seeped into your mind, filling the silence, never stopping. You’d catch yourself looking over your shoulder, waiting for him to appear from the shadows, certain that he was lurking just out of sight, watching with those cold, predatory eyes.

Then came the sightings.

It started with glimpses. Fleeting shadows in the corner of your eye, just a flicker that vanished before you could focus. But they began to linger, and you could see his silhouette in the mirrors, watching you from the shadows. His face would stare back at you in the reflection, his eyes filled with a dark amusement as if mocking your attempts to escape him. The first time you saw him fully, you screamed, spinning around to find the room empty. But every time you looked back at the mirror, there he was, his smirk taunting you.

“Did you truly think I’d leave so easily?” his voice echoed, seeming to seep from the walls themselves, surrounding you in every corner. “You’re a fool, my love. Death means nothing to a man like me.”

One night, the haunting reached a crescendo. You awoke to the sound of footsteps pacing around your bed, slow, deliberate. Your heart thundered as you lay frozen, listening to the familiar rhythm, a sound you’d known for years. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing it to be a nightmare. But the footsteps drew closer, and then you felt it. A cold hand brushing against your cheek, lingering just long enough to send an icy shiver down your spine.

Your eyes snapped open, and there he was, looming over you, his face pale and hollow, eyes glinting with that same cruel delight. His smile widened as he leaned closer, his breath chilling against your skin. “You thought you could kill me,” he whispered, his voice a cruel, mocking lullaby. “But I am a part of you, my darling. I will haunt you until the end of your days.”

You scrambled out of bed, backing away as he advanced, his form dissipating into shadows yet his presence filling every inch of the room. His laughter echoed around you, a dark, sinister melody that seemed to resonate within your very bones.

From that night on, he became your shadow, his voice filling your mind, his image lurking in every mirror, every dark corner. You’d hear him humming as you walked through the halls, feel his gaze prickling the back of your neck whenever you were alone. You could no longer escape him. He was there, always there, haunting you, reminding you of the darkness he’d woven into your soul.

And in the quietest hours of the night, as the hotel lay silent, you would sometimes feel his hand trace down your arm, his cold fingers pressing against your wrist, a cruel mockery of the warmth he had once feigned. You’d hear his voice in your ear, soft and possessive.

“You can’t run from me, my love. We are bound. Forever.”

And with every passing day, you felt yourself slipping further, dragged down into the darkness he had left behind, bound to him in death as you had been in life, his haunting presence being a constant reminder that there truly is no escape.

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yallthemwitches · 2 days ago

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Sticking the Landing

For @jilytoberfest Day 30: 🎶"where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me"🎶 - The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

I originally wrote just a little snippet pre jilytober but now it’s the longest fic of the collection!

AO3 Here

It lasts only seconds. The shock in her eyes, the warm feel of her arms wrapping around his neck, holding on as he bears all her weight. She makes a little shriek as her feet lift off the ground and momentum spins them together. As far as he is concerned, it is the greatest sound she has ever made.

But the air has to rush back into the world eventually. The minute she touches back down, her brow furrows, eyes darting towards the other side of the pitch where Sawyer stands. The bloke she’s dating stands.

Should I expect to see you in the Gryffindor stands or are you a traitor?

He had wedged the note inside her history of magic textbook. He turns around and waits, watching as her hand grazes the piece of parchment and her lips turn upwards.

Not sure, where does Switzerland sit?

It floats back to him under the table and he catches it without hesitation, not looking away from a droning Professor Binns.

I reckon somewhere in the Beaux Batons stadium.

She can’t help but chuckle at the snarkiness of it. Beside her, Sawyer makes a loud yawn, using his stretch as an excuse to lay his arm around her shoulders. All of the sudden every quippy response she thinks to write back crumbles to dust.

“Godric, this is boring. Should be illegal to have classes before a game.” She doesn’t respond to Sawyer because she knows he doesn’t actually expect one. She tries to focus on class again, and sees out of the corner of her eye James turning around, anticipating a response. With one look at Sawyer’s dangling hand, he whips back around, shoulders now stiff and set.

*******

“Woah, no way Evans. No double agent’s sitting with us on my watch.”

“Bug off, Black.” Lily sidles a little closer to Remus who shoots his mate an annoyed look.

“Er Lily, if your boyfriend is on the other team—does that mean that this is a win-win situation for you?” Peter wheedles out, looking like he’s trying to do a particularly difficult arithmancy equation. Sirius guffaws and slaps him on the back, making him give a sheepish, pink smile.

“Right you are Wormy–I guess you could say that Evans plays for both teams—Ouch!”

Remus leans over behind Lily and pulls hard on Sirius’ earring. “Stop embarrassing me.”

Sirius whimpers like a puppy and Lily can’t help but laugh. She feels bad to not sit over with Sawyer's mates in Hufflepuff, but their relationship is still new and she doesn’t know many of his friends well enough. Besides, she can’t help that the Gryffindor box is vastly more entertaining. Even before she became mates with the marauders, the boys would make a big spectacle, crooning and screaming fabricated songs, trying to get the crowd to participate in wildly ridiculous cheers— it almost made it easy to forget that there was a game going on—almost.

“Alright Evans?”

A tuft of black hair rises up from the bannister, James already on his broom and hovering up to the stands. His new captain’s uniform fits him nicely—the gold plating of his badge bringing out the flecks of honey in his eyes.

“Oi! Prongs! Where’s my good luck kiss?” Sirius starts to make wet kissing noises and Peter grabs his stomach laughing.

James smiles at his friend but his eyes remain on Lily. After years of fighting it, she is willing to admit that she likes him like this: hair actually wind blown instead of a fabricated attempt, mouth permanently set in a wide grin, eyes alight with excitement and zeal—the tight uniforms doesn’t hurt either.

“Thought you’d be sitting with the yellows.”

“Nah, figured someone needed to keep the peanut gallery in check.” Lily nods over to the boys, Sirius now lurching in an attempt to kiss Remus’ ear.

“How noble of you, a real martyr,” James winks, starting to float back to the middle of the pitch. It does something jarring to her heart. “But really–glad to see you here.”

He flies away, the words good luck sitting like a lump in her throat.

*******

THIS IS A NAIL BITER FOLKS—SAWYER DAWSON PASSES THE QUAFFLE TO AMELIA JENKINS. THE HUFFLEPUFFS ARE REALLY PLAYING WITH THE SKIN OF THEIR TEETH HERE. BUT WAIT, JAMES POTTER OF GRYFFINDOR SWOOPS IN, HE’S INTERCEPTED THE PLAY. YOU CAN TELL HE’S GOT THIS ONE IN THE BAG—MAYBE GETTING A LITTLE TOO COCKY WITH THOSE FLIPS…

THIS IS THE MOMENT OF TRUTH TO END THIS HELLISH TIE BREAKER—AH, JAMES POTTER SCORES!

James does a small victory lap around the side of the pitch, fist pumping into the air. They haven’t even won yet, but the Gryffindor stand is inconsolable, Sirius and Peter leading the crowd in a raucous chorus of We Will Rock You. Lily is infected by it, laughing and stomping along with the rest, only the glimpse of Sawyer panting and frustrated at the other end of the pitch makes her sober up.

James takes a pass by the stands and the crowd erupts in a roar ‘POTTER POTTER POTTER’. She doesn’t mean to join in, at least doesn’t consciously make the choice. Blame it on hive mentality.

The game continues, but this time there is a distinct energy shift in the Hufflepuff team. Sawyer is all offensive, making perilous moves to intercept the quaffle, barely scraping past as bludgers get aimed right for his chest.

He flies past the Gyffindor stands where Lily and all the rest are a deafening roar of team spirit, still chanting James’ name. He turns his head just enough for Lily to catch it, the twisted grimace of anger. It stops her cold.

*****

James couldn’t deny it, he felt good. It wasn’t even because they were winning, already climbing their score to the point where catching the snitch would turn into a formality. No, the real victory was the fleeting image of Lily, mouth wide open in jubilant revelry, chanting his name.

If he owned a pensive, it would be the first memory he would guard—it shouldn’t have mattered so much with the whole crowd cheering as well, but something about her flushed face, her stomping feet, her bursting voice—they could lose and he would be all the better for it.

The game kicks off again and James immediately swerves towards Hufflepuff chaser Brenda Alburn, eyes trying to juggle between following the quaffle and peeking back at the stands where Lily still watches. A sudden rush pulls beside him and Sawyer nearly clips his broom, turning around to give him a dark scowl.

It was odd for Sawyer who was usually a pretty level headed bloke. James ignores it, pushing forward towards the quaffle which is now meters ahead of him. He picks up speed, getting closer to intercept when he feels something coming in close.

He had no reason to double back but Sawyer is beside him again. As swift as flicking a wrist, he reaches out and yanks at James’ broom, sending it into a tailspin.

James feels a sickly upheaval in his stomach as he free falls, the world a blur of spinning color. Screams ring out from every corner of the pitch and he swears he can pinpoint one amongst the crowd—

It’s a gamble, a stupid, completely mental choice but he pushes himself off the broom, the world suddenly gaining clarity as the spinning ends. He has a zero second window to grab hold of his broom handle before it spins out of reach and he kicks his leg up, clipping on with his shin and the new pressure halts the broom's spiral.

The roar is deafening, mixing screams of amazement with cries of foul play, but it doesn’t matter: Gryffindor caught the snitch.

He feels nauseous, body heavy and begging to be horizontal, but he pulls himself right side up on his broom, already seeing the students from the Gryffindor stands leaking down onto the field, awaiting his descent.

Maybe it was the lingering vertigo, but it all happens too quick to digest in the moment. He feels his feet touch the soft earth. A roar of a crowd rushes around him, a blaze of red and gold like wildfire in an instant. She is there, but walking towards him or towards Sawyer he isn’t sure. His body moves on its own, quickening his pace before he can even stop to think about the consequences. A smile on her face, a smile like all the ones he’s savored from her since they had become mates.

He doesn’t need to make a decision, it is already made. He can blame it on the near death experience later. He picks up Lily and swings her in his arms.

“I-I’ve got to go..I’m glad you're alright.”

He wants to address the fear that he can hear stuck in her voice, but she pulls her arms away, fingers sliding on his shoulders as she goes.

******

“Godric, Lily is so lucky. What I’d do to have the two fittest boys in school making a scene over me like that—“

“But who can blame him? Did you see how she screamed when Potter took the nose dive? She looked about ready to throw herself from the stands.”

Its hard to ignore because it’s all everyone wants to talk about. He wants to be the better person (“A game is a game—it was an honest accident—Sawyers a good bloke.”) but even his words hang hollow in the air because he knew the look on Sawyer's face too well—a look of pure jealousy.

“If it wasn’t his last year, I’d lobby to ban him—break his broom and watch as he cries..” Sirius slurs out, putting an arm around James’ shoulders.

“But hey, silver lining! Our lovely Evans was in rare form by your little tumble. I swear there were tears in her eyes.”

“Not helping Sirius.”

He wishes it would help though, because hearing Lily invested in his well being feels like a bigger win than the cup. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that she is not there—

A hush rolls over the crowd as the portrait hole swings open. Lily walks in with deliberate steps. She’s not an idiot, she knows they have all been talking about her. Not making eye contact she beelines her way to the drink table, ignoring as whispers follow her through the room.

He can tell she’s been crying—not in the way Sirius described but really crying. On one hand he wants to console her, apologize for whatever he has stirred up in Sawyer, but on the other everyone is watching. Him approaching her would just cause more uproar.

She pours herself a drink and takes a long swig before refilling it again. Turning from the table she doesn’t even wait to acknowledge anyone, just walks with her shoulders back up the steps to the dorm.

“You need to talk to her.” Remus says beside him like a voice of reason.

“Get your cloak and go up there—just for fuckssake make sure no one bloody sees you.”

Filling a new drink, he mounts the steps and finds the door slightly ajar. He’s never seen the inside of the girl’s dorm before but it’s much more put together than the boys’, records and books neatly stacked around well made four-poster beds. The record player garbles out some faintly familiar tune as Lily reclines with her eyes closed, drink still clutched in hand.

“Alright, Evans?”

She doesn’t open her eyes, but he knows she’s awake. He opens the door a bit farther but doesn’t dare to enter without permission.

“ I thought you might want a refill.” He half heartedly holds out the drink and she cracks an eye open.

“Ok Potter, price of entry granted.”

He takes a few hesitant steps in, standing in the middle of the circular space. He can’t help but feel like he’s crossing a barrier, like some infectious disease in a host body.

“Look, I just wanted to apologize,” he murmurs, unsure of how to proceed. Lily straightens up, eyes now open with suprise.

“For what?”

“I don’t know—“ he meanders, “I guess I just can’t help feeling like I didn’t something. Like this is my fault.”

“James, you could have died. Or have been easily incapacitated for the unforeseeable future. Sawyer had no right—.”

“It could’ve been an honest—“

“No, James. It wasn’t—and besides he told me.”

James feels his stomach drop in a way reminiscent of his earlier fall. “Oh.”

Lily sits up and swings her legs to hang over the side of the bed.

“I owe you an apology. It’s my fault anyhow.”

“I’m not following.”

Her eyes go suddenly glassy, the bloodshot streaks becoming more prominent as tears threaten to spill over again.

“Please don’t make me say it,” she bites out.

“Evans, I’m being serious I don’t—“

“I fancy you, ok! I fancy you and—Sawyer could tell. Unlike us he’s not a complete fool.”

She starts to say how this doesn’t excuse his behavior or that what happened at the game was warranted but James doesn’t hear it. His heartbeat is defeating, his whole body becoming red and feverish. The whole world starts to spin again but her, the clear stable focal point to everything.

He crosses the few steps it takes to be next to her and she stands up with a start, confused by his sudden energy.

“Does Sawyer—“ he lets it teeters off, knowing his question is clear.

“Let’s just say, Sawyer isn’t going to make the cut.” She snorts bitterly, eyes looking at her feet. “I should have ended it ages ago honestly.”

Maybe it’s because his body is still in shock from it all, but he lets his instincts take over, all propriety lost.

“Will you let me hug you? I would really like to hug you.”

She gives a tearful laugh and opens her arms in weak approval. He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms firmly around her waist and pulling her in. This close she smells like roses and the salt of her tears.

“I’m glad you’re ok James.” Hesitant, she reaches her arms up to clasp around his shoulders, before pulling herself closer, burying her face into his Jersey.

“Who me?” He exclaims in mock shock. “Hell, I’ve never been better.”

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ginxyy · 1 day ago

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A love like ours

My soulmate Mingyu

From the very first moment I laid eyes on Mingyu, something sparked within my heart a spark that turned into an inferno, enveloping every part of my being. I still remember the day when he casually strolled into the practice room, flashing that dimpled smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. It was as if the world around me faded, leaving just the two of us: him, with his laughter echoing through the room, and me, entranced by the joy he brought into the ordinary.

Over time, the practice sessions morphed into something that felt like a beautiful dance, one that flowed seamlessly between us. Our late-night rehearsals turned into cozy chats filled with dreams, hopes, and countless shared laughs. Mingyu had an uncanny ability to make even the most mundane moments feel special. Simple things like stretching side by side or sharing a post-practice snack became memories I held onto dear tender treasures, wrapped in the warmth of his presence.

One evening, after an especially grueling rehearsal, we found ourselves sitting atop the rooftop of the company building, the city sprawled out beneath us like a glittering canvas. The stars twinkled above, indifferent to the way my heart raced every time Mingyu was near. It was in those moments that I realized the gravity of my feelings. His fingers brushed against mine as he shared stories about his childhood, his voice smooth and comforting, igniting a sense of familiarity that made my heart soar.

"Mingyu, do you ever think about love?" I asked, my heart fluttering with the weight of the question. He turned to me, his eyes wide and curious, as if I had suddenly thrust him into a poetic universe he had yet to explore.

"Love? Of course. It’s what inspires the best songs, don’t you think?" He replied, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his gaze. "But I’m more interested in the kind of love that makes you feel alive.”

I shivered at his words, the sincerity behind them wrapping around me like a soft embrace. Little did he know, I had already tasted that kind of love one that thrummed beneath every moment we spent together. I just needed him to see it too.

Days melted into weeks, each one layered with the sweetness of our budding romance. Our bond, strengthened by laughter and love, created a world where we could exist outside the spotlight. I still remember the chilly autumn evening when Mingyu introduced me to his love for cooking. Seeing his concentrated face as he chopped vegetables was endearing, and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, admiring his fierce dedication.

“Just wait and see! I’m going to make you the best kimchi jjigae you’ve ever tasted!” he exclaimed with an exaggerated confidence that sent me into fits of giggles.

As he cooked, the kitchen filled with the mouth-watering aroma of simmering broth and spices, but what truly filled my heart was watching him. The way he poured his heart into every ingredient mirrored how he poured love into our relationship, making the mundane beautiful.

When the dish was finally served, I took a tentative bite and was instantly transported to a place of pure bliss. “Mingyu, this is incredible!” I gasped, surprised by how flavorful it was.

“Really?” He beamed, that mega-watt smile illuminating the entire kitchen. “I knew you’d love it! I made it just for you.”

That evening, as we dulled the kitchen lights and leaned against the counter, our fingers laced together, I felt a sense of completeness. Every laugh, every gentle touch ignited a fire that flickered softly between us. In those quiet moments, I swore I could hear the universe whispering our love story, a tale crafted meticulously by the cosmos.

One afternoon, we found ourselves wandering through a sun-kissed park. The autumn leaves danced around us while Mingyu playfully tossed them into the air. Watching him, I realized how effortlessly he radiated happiness, and it made me want to cradle him in that joy, to protect it for eternity.

“Mingyu,” I called out, a smile spreading across my face as we played in the fallen leaves. He turned, a curious look on his face. “What’s your favorite memory?”

He paused, contemplative, and then turned serious as he took my hands in his. “Honestly? My favorite memory is every moment spent with you. Each one feels like a beautiful gift.”

His words hung in the air, wrapping around us in warmth, and at that moment, surrounded by the leaves, laughter, and the beauty of nature, I knew. I fell even deeper for him, that indescribable feeling encasing my heart like the softest, most exquisite blanket.

As the days turned into months, our love blossomed like flowers in spring. I would watch Mingyu while he penned lyrics late at night, his brow furrowed in concentration, and my heart would swell with admiration. There was something undeniably beautiful about watching him pour his soul into his art.

One night, I quietly snuggled next to him as he scribbled furiously in his notebook. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth radiate from him, and I thought, "This is love." His fingers brushed against my hair, a simple act that sent shivers down my spine, igniting a warmth that burned brightly in the depths of my heart.

“Mingyu?” I whispered, breaking the silence that filled the room.

“Yeah?” He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of me.

“Will you keep writing songs about us?”

His lips curled into a mischievous grin. “As long as you keep inspiring me to write them.”

It was those sweet, gentle exchanges, the soft glances filled with admiration, and the warmth of his presence that made my heart swell. In this whirlwind romance with Mingyu, I found a sanctuary where love thrived a place where sweet memories sprouted like flowers, blooming forever in the garden of our hearts.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, we sat together a picture of love, laughter, and sweet moments shared knowing that our story was just beginning. Every adventure, every embrace, every whispered secret sealed us closer together, weaving a narrative as endless as the stars above us. With Mingyu, I discovered not only love but an everlasting friendship that would forever hold a special place in my heart. And in this dance of ours, I realized one undeniable truth: we were meant to be.

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