Do You Ever Think About This Quote By Mary Lambert Because I Think About It All The Time

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

Damage You Still Do

AGED UP! EARTH 42 Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader.

PART 3

IN WHICH the last time you saw Miles Morales you were eighteen and scared. You were no longer eighteen and neither was he but the damage he could still do enticed you.

CONTENT: Aged up Miles Morales (they are in their early twenties), cheating, toxicity (it’s hot on paper not in real life), suggestive content, Rio is low key an instigator/enabler (she just wants you to be her daughter in law! Is that so bad? 😤), slightly obsessive nature, both Miles and Reader are geniuses (your author is not, she’s an English major with bad grammar), Aaron is the captain of the ship 🫡.

A/N:Part three! We go kinda sort of feral towards the end. I found it funny that we do the opposite in regard to what we did in part two lol.

PARTS: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

YOU CAME DOWN FROM YOUR HIGH FOR THE SECOND TIME THAT NIGHT WITH BROKEN WHINE. Miles was panting against your slick skin, head cushioned on your bare chest as you clung to him desperately. Your legs locked around his waist, fingers toying with the stands of hair at the nape of his neck, his fingers drew slow soft circles on you hips as you twitched.

You blinked slowly, lazily, your brain felt foggy as you tried to focus on the space around you. It was hard with his body flush against yours and the bass of the music rattling through the walls, muffled but you could still feel it your bones.

Despite only taking having one drink you felt drunk—no—not drunk, high. Your fingers brushed against his neck and he released a muffled sigh, nipping at your collar bones and you squealed giggling slightly, “Haven’t you had enough of me, papi?”

“Not enough,” he whispered kissing up your neck and you sighed as his lips slotted over yours once again. “Never enough,” he whispered against your lips and you hummed kissing him again, wrapping his arms around his neck, quite ready to loose yourself in him again before the sound of vibrating hit your eardrums. You pulled away with furrowed brows and Miles released a sound of protest, chasing your lips for more dizzying kisses that you were happy to give when the vibrating stopped, only to start back up again.

You pulled away again, pressing your hands against his bare, scarred chest to keep him from coming back for more, you parted from him with a shiver looking around the floor as you slipped off the counter on shaking legs. Miles made a low amused sound and you shot him an annoyed look.

You pointedly ignored the mess you made on the counter as you realized the vibrating was coming from you phone, you phone that was in your bag, a bag that miles threw. Why did he throw it?

The haze in your mind was fading as you picked up his shirt and tossed it at him, feeling a warm trickle down your leg. How embarrassing.

You found your bag wedged between the toilet and the shower wall, the vibrating stopped as you dug for you phone. Miles handed you a warm damp towel from where they sat clean and folded on a shelf by the door.

Seven missed calls from ‘Who?’.

You blinked confused, “Who?” You sat on the toilet and placed your phone aside as you wiped the mess between your thighs. Miles chuckled and you blinked turning to him as he slipped his shirt over his head, finding your bra by his feet .

“Who?”

You reached for your bra, snatching it from him with a huff and you clipped it on, slipping your arms into the arms of your dress.

Your phone vibrated.

‘Where are you?!

I need help!

Babe!’

You blinked at the message feeling an ice cold shiver down your spine.

Brandon.

Brandon your boyfriend.

Brandon your boyfriend who you had just cucked.

“Oh no, oh no!” You stood tossing the towel into the shower, looking around for your panties and instead of underwear you found scraps. “Miles! These were expensive!” You threw the damaged lace at him with a frustrated grunt and you watched him pocket them.

What have you done?

Oh no.

You breath rattled in your ribcage.

“Oh no, oh no!” Your voice shook as it started to sink in. Oh no. Tightness built up in your throat as you your chest started to heave in panic.

What did you do? What did you do?

“Miles what did we just do?” You press a hand to your head looking at him with wide eyes.

He look far from effected, far from bothered, far from panicked, he looked satisfied, content. “What we needed to, Mami.”

“No.”

“Yes, mami,” he stepped into your space, hands cupping your cheeks. “It’s okay.”

“This not okay, Miles—! Miles, I have a boyfriend-oh my god!”

“A boyfriend that you don’t want, that you don’t love.”

“You don’t know that—.”

“If you loved him you wouldn’t be here with me,” he pointed out, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just let it happen we can figure this out later,” he whispered pressing his lips against yours in a way that had your knees buckling.

You pulled away with a shake of your head, “We can’t, we can’t figure this out—Miles.”

“We can, I know we can you just need to let him go,” he argued, “why are you still holding on to him when it’s me you that you want?”

You closed your eyes.

“Look at me, mami.”

You looked at him, “We can work this out, I know that shit hit the fan before, but I’ve changed, okay, I haven’t done shit like that since, I promise,” he whispered. “Just give me a chance.”

You pursed you lips.

“Why are you still clinging to him?”

“Because he’s easy,” you admitted, “he’s easy.”

Miles closed his eyes and shook his head, “You don’t like easy.”

“You’re right,” you whispered hands finding his wrists, “I don’t like easy but for as long as I have been with him I haven’t woken in up in the middle of the night terrified about his well-being—.”

“That’s not fair,” he turned away from you but your gripped his chin pulling him back towards you.

“I haven’t found him laid half dead on my fire escape, so yes I don’t like easy, but at least I don’t have to live in constant fear that I could wake up tomorrow without him.”

“I don’t do that shit anymore, mami, I promise.”

“You promised me that once before, Miles,” your voice shook, “and I had to drag you half dead to the hospital, I can’t do that again.”

“And you don’t have to,” he promised, hands finding your hips. “I promise. I swear. I will never put you through that again, just—let’s get out of here, ya? para que podamos hablar a solas.”

You opened your mouth to respond when your phone rang again. Brandon.

“Don’t pick up.”

You swiped to answer pressing your phone to your ear as Miles pulled away from with a frustrated groan, pressing the heel of his hand against the bridge of his nose.

“Finally!” Brandon snapped down the phone. “I’ve been calling everyone for over an hour! No one has been picking up—.”

“I left my phone with you, remember? In my purse,I couldn’t find you and found it on the floor just now,” you lied feeling a guilt that made you nauseated.

“Forget about that, I have been locked in the basement for an hour, let me out so we can leave.”

“You,” you couldn’t quite keep the giggle from escaping, “You’re locked in the basement?”

“It’s not fucking funny!”

You pressed a hand to your mouth and looked to miles who had a look far too innocent on his face. The situation was almost comical, here you were fucking your ex while your boyfriend had been locked in the basement.

“You’re right this isn’t funny, it’s kinda fucked up.”

Kinda? You mean really fucked.

Really screwed.

“Just give me a minute.”

You hung up.

“Please tell me you didn’t lock him the basement.”

“I didn’t lock him in the basement,” he shrugged, “I paid someone to do it.”

“Miles!” You smacked him in the shoulder. “This is already bad enough!”

“It’s not bad at all.”

You sighed, “You know what, let’s have this conversation later.”

“Are you seriously leaving me to go find him.”

“No, I’m leaving to go home, and on my way I’ll let him out of the basement.”

“Mami!”

“Just let me think about this, okay?!” You snapped, “I won’t go home with him, I just need a moment to myself, can you give me that please?”

Miles did not look happy but he nodded, “Come here first,” you sighed picking up your discarded knife as you’d do. He leaned down a kissed you hard and slow, you stumbled slightly.

“Just some incentive, mami.”

You huffed at him and left him behind, moving quickly through the house.

~~~~

You didn’t let the true reality of the situation hit you until the door to your apartment slammed shut behind you. You embarrassingly collapsed in a heap on your apartment floor and began to cry into your knees feeling absolutely terrible. You were the worst person in the world for what you just did.

Brandon didn’t deserve that.

He really didn’t.

You truly were a terrible person.

You cried until your alarm went off. You felt numb numb as you showered and scrubbed yourself clean of your adulterous activities. You left your phone at home on the charger so you wouldn’t have to look at it for your eight hour shift.

You looked so miserable no one approached you.

You stopped by the liquor store on your way home, eager to wallow in your self pity. Only you couldn’t do that because when you opened your door you shrieked at the sight of Amelia waiting patiently on your couch.

“Hello, my love.”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You pressed a hand to your chest. “I just shat myself!”

She held up your phone with her brows raised, “I’ve tried to calm you all night yesterday, all day today and in my panic thinking you were dead I climbed up your goddamn fire escape to find this bad boy sitting on your bed. Care to explain?”

“I-I forgot it?”

“Liar!”

You screamed again when Mei appeared from the left, holding a bowl of popcorn.

“You never forget your phone,” She pointed at you scoldingly and you had half the mind to back peddle and run away.

“No! Get your ass in here!” Amelia snipped and you squeaked at her tone. Shutting the door behind you, you shuffled awkwardly in place.

“I have questions.”

“Do I have to answer them?”

“Do you want me to kick your ass?”

You kicked off your shoes and sighed.

“Listen, babe,” Amelia started, “I don’t go around invading people’s privacy, you know this, but when my oldest daughter figure, disappears from a party we went to together, dodges all my calls and texts for twelve hours I got worried and the mama bear in me knew something was up,” she waved her hands about as Mei sat beside her on the couch, “So in my mama bear rage I picked your phone and realized you gotta text from, ‘My Man’ not just a text but a few calls and a voice mail, now I would have left it at that if it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t Brandon texting you but somone who knows Spanish. Brandon doesn’t know Spanish.”

Oh god.

“Then there was a call from ‘Who’ I recognized the number, now that’s Brandon. So now I’m confused. Is there something I need to know oh child of mine?”

You looked at her for a long moment, guilt eating at your insides.

Amelia’s expression dropped as your face crumpled in dread.

“Oh babe, what’s wrong?”

You burst into tears, “I’m a terrible person!”

“No,” Amelia stood from the couch and pulled you into a hug. “You’re not a bad person.”

“Amy, I did something really bad.”

Amelia and Mei started at you each holding glasses of wine while you laid in a ball on the floor in front of your T.V a glass of wine sitting by your head.

“This is…like really bad,” Mei whispered before she suddenly laughed. “Oh my god! I-I should feel bad for him, I should, but I—oh my god! I didn’t think you had it in you!”

“Not gonna lie, I thought you would save it for the inevitable loveless marriage but you’re like a decade too early,” Amelia whispered blinking blankly at you, her lips trembled and she ducked her head, a loud snort escaping her as Mei out right cackled.

“This is not funny!” You sat up with a cry, “What am I supposed to do?!”

“Well obviously break up with him, what else is there to do?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is that simple,” Mei said, “Tomorrow after school, break up with him to save the both you from the inevitable blow up.”

“It’s not gonna blow up!”

“Franny is already gossiping about when she tried to go to the bathroom she could hear people boning.”

You dropped your head into your hands with a loud sigh.

“You know, you were the last person I ever thought could cheat, at least not now. You had plenty of chances, boys throw themselves at you all the time and this guy from your past shows up and you’re all over—,” Amelia cut herself off with a gasp. “Miles is your ex isn’t he?!”

“That makes so much more sense,” Mei whispered, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth. “This is like a soap opera, my āmā would be eating this shit up.”

“Now I need to know everything, spill.”

You laid down again with put out sigh. “Remember that conversation we had at the beginning of term?”

“Mhmm.”

“What conversation?” Mei asked.

“We talked about her fear of commitment and her avoidance of the L-word,” Amelia waver her off.

“Me and Miles had been together for four years before I called it quits.”

“Why?” Amelia took some popcorn, “That’s a long time.”

“We didn’t grow up…safe, or really secure, we struggled for most of our lives so we sometimes had to do things we’re not proud of to get us by you know?” You whispered tracing the scars on you palm with your thumb staring wearily ahead of you. “Things started looking up when we got into college , full rides into our dream school, we could start dreaming about things other than surviving. So we stopped all that, or I thought we did,” you frowned, “he promised me that he was going to stop what he was doing, that I didn’t have to worry about it.”

You hated how your voice shook as your mind cast back.

“But every so often I would find bruises on his skin, new cuts I couldn’t push to the back of my mind and I kept trying to get him to tell me about them but he would get defensive and we would argue and yell and sometimes it would get so bad that I couldn’t talk to him for days, all he said was “for us ma, for us”, ” you whispered. “Then one night I had fallen asleep waiting for him to come home and I woke up to sound of him stumbling around, when I got to the living to he was laid out on the floor wheezing, there this hole the size of my fist in his abdomen and I—,” you sucked in a shuddering breath hot tears blurring your vision. “I couldn’t fix it, I could fix his cuts, kiss the pain away but I couldn’t—I couldn’t fix this.”

You woke to the sound of crashing, your head lifted sharply from your pillow, hand slipping under to grip the knife you slept with. You looked to right if you nothing that Miles hadn’t returned, his side of the bed cold. You checked the time: 3:07 am.

The was a grunt and the tell tale sound of a body dropping to the floor. You scrambled from the bed, opening the door. For a moment there was silence, then came wheezing breaths. You hand tightened on the handle of your knife as your turned the corner only to slip on something was and slick.

You looked down and even in the dark you didn’t have to check to know it was blood. The smell was all to familiar. “Miles?”

“…Ma?”

Your body shook as you came across a lump on the living room carpet, laid out on their back, desperate breaths rattling their body. “Miles?!”

The knife in you hand clattered to the floor as your hand scrambled for the light switch and you screamed at the sight of him. “No! Nonono,” you surged forward hands hovering over the gushing wound in his stomach. “Miles!” You grabbed the throw blanket from the couch and pressed it to the bleeding wound. He released a strangled cry, his face clammy eyes barely open. “I-I need to—need to get you to the hospital—!”

“…no…no hospital…”

An ambulance was out of the question, you couldn’t afford a five thousand dollar ride.

“Miles, I can’t fix this, I-I can’t fix this, I need,” you sobbed using one hand to apply pressure as the other scrambled to undo his Prowler armour, “I need you to help me get you to the hospital—Miles, why—?” You could barely form a sentence.

“For us,” he whispered. “For us, ma.”

“You promised—you promised,” you blubbered desperately trying to get him to his feet. “You promised me!”

“ “For us..ma…”, he just kept mumbling that as I dragged him half dead to the hospital,” you shook slightly. “He was putting his life on the line for us and I couldn’t, I couldn’t stand to see him like that again, not for me so I—I took myself out of equation, I c-couldn’t stand to see someone I love in that position again because of me, so while he was recovering I filed for a transfer and I left,” you blinked at them, “I couldn’t see him like that.”

“And you never stopped loving him.”

“I tried ,” you sniffled sitting up, “I really did , I-I wanted to love Brandon, I really wanted to. He was safe and he was easy and I—.”

“You just couldn’t,” Amelia finished, “because love doesn’t work like that, oh baby,” she crawled towards you and pulled you into a hug as you sobbed into her shoulder. “This is just messy all around isn’t it?”

Mei joined you on the floor patting your head, “I’ve never seen you this pathetic it’s both refreshing and terrifying.”

~~~~

Miles didn’t show up to school on Monday and it worried you, but you refused to call him. You had something else to deal with today than to deal with him. You would focus on him later.

Today you had to focus on Brandon.

You ate lunch in your classroom instead of with your friends, you avoided Franny’s curious eyes and Tyler’s chaotic grin. Tyler had always had a sixth sense when it came to impending chaos. He relished in it.

He was just waiting for something to implode.

Brandon was waiting for you by your car like he did every Monday and Wednesday looking completely innocent. For a moment you felt sick to your stomach.

You had to do it. You had to.

You breathed in deeply.

Tell him the truth.

It’s not that hard.

“Hey, babe,” he brightened when he saw you and you flinched.

“Hey.”

He went in for a kiss but you angled your head just slightly so his lips met your cheek instead. “Let’s go, yeah?”

He frowned slightly but slipped into your car.

You drove in silence for a long moment, he reached for the radio but you stopped him with a soft hand. “I need to talk to you about something,” you whispered finally.

“About what?” He tried to sound confident but you winced at the weariness in his tone.

“Our relationship,” you whispered and you pursed your lips at the sound of his sharp breath.

“What about it?”

“Brandon, I can’t—.”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “Don’t say it—.”

“Brandon—.”

“I love you.”

Your hands tightened on the wheel as you sucked in a sharp steadying breath.

“I love you, okay.”

“Brandon.”

“You can’t just dump me—!”

“Brandon please let me speak!”

“No—!”

“I don’t love you!” You blurted, chest heaving and he went quiet, “I-I tried okay,” you whispered eyes fixed on the road. “I—I tried to love you but I couldn’t and I can’t pretend that I can see a future with you because I can’t. I tried, I really, really tried and I am so fucking sorry, Brandon I really am!”

“…I don’t believe you.”

“Brandon—.”

“Two years I have poured everything I could into this relationship, two fûcking years. If you didn’t love me you wouldn’t have stayed this long I don’t believe you.”

“You have to believe me!”

“Give me a reason why I should.”

“I cheated on you!”

He gasped so suddenly it rattled through your head.

That was harsh.

That was so harsh.

You kept driving, coming across the last turn to his apartment building. He was so quiet as you came to a stop in front of his building. “W-when?”

You pursed your lips.

“When?!”

You flinched as he raised his voice.

“Sat-Saturday night, at the party.”

“So,” he started, “while I was locked in a basement you were busy fûcking some other guy?!”

You nodded.

“It was Morales wasn’t it?”

You sighed, eyes fluttering. “I’m so sorry, Brandon. I—I really am,” you looked at him through your peripheral. He looked at you in such anger and betrayal, his lips curling in disgust.

“I don’t even recognize you anymore,” he whispered, “He came around and you just changed, your hair, you clothes the way you behaved and now this—I can’t even.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Fûck you.”

You sighed, “Yeah, I expected that,” he threw open your door and slammed it violently shut behind him and you winced.

You ducked your head and sucked in a shaking breath and laughed, well it wasn’t really a laugh more so a desperate shout between a cackle and sob. Look at the damage you just caused.

There was a relief on your bones as you pulled away from the building.

You did it.

You reached for the radio.

“Needless to say I keep it in check, she was a bad-bad nevertheless!”

~~~~

You laid your head on Amelia’s lap as you watched reruns of golden girls with Mei curled up behind you on her phone.

“How bad was it?”

“He yelled at me, cussed at me as much as Brandon can cuss and that was that.”

“I expected him to put up more of a fight if I’m honest,” Mei muttered.

“He tried. Until I told him I fucked Miles.”

“Heard anything from him?”

“Other than the formal email he sent me today, excusing himself for the entire week, no.”

“You don’t seem bothered.”

“It’s Miles Morales, he’s waiting for the implosion before making his appearance,” you hummed stretching out your toes. “Do you want to come with me to an art show on Friday?”

“Sure.”

“Sounds cool.”

Mei sat up with a sudden gasp, “Yo! He moves fast!”

You frowned, “What?” You took his phone, to see Brandon had taken a photo out with his guy friends for drinks, with passive aggressive caption about unfaithful women.

Franny was there all over him.

“Good for him,” you laid back down. “One last thing I have to worry about.”

That was lie.

~~~~

Friday came quickly and you found yourself staring in awe at the street art on display. With Amelia, Mei and Tyler trailing after you. Your friend group was in shambles, your more casual friends shot you looks of disgust as you walked passed them in the halls. Franny had outright called you a whore on Twitter, everytime you walked by Brandon’s roommates they would scoff and giggle about something under their breaths.

Tyler didn’t care about your relationship with Brandon simply because he liked you more and you were most likely to help get a passing grade and he muttered something about POC solidarity.

It could be worse.

“Kid!”

You looked up at the sound of Aaron’s voice, you beamed as you saw him come over, welcoming you with a tight hug. “You made it.”

“Of course I did,” you smiled, “This is amazing Aaron, liking really amazing,” you squeezed his hand, “Let me introduce you to my friends,”you motioned to the group behind you.

“Querida! You made it!” Rio made her appearance, bubbly and bright kissing you on both your cheeks happily meeting your friends. “I can’t wait for you to see the main piece, you’re gonna love it, Miles has been working on it for months.”

“Miles?”

“Yeah, he’s lurking around here somewhere, it’s why he missed out on school he was helping Aaron with some last minute things, hopefully he didn’t leave you hanging.”

You frowned shaking your head, “No.”

“Come, come,” she held your hand and dragged you through the crowd to the centre of the room where everyone was waiting for the unveiling of the centrepiece. It was huge, the biggest piece in the entire place.

You looked around trying to spot Miles in the crowd only to come up empty handed.

“If I can have y’all’s attention,” Aaron called out stepping in front of the veiled art piece, the room went quite. “I have been really excited about showing off some of these works of art that I have come across, I’ve always had this soft spot for street art, it ties me back ton my roots, you know. Growing up in a bigs city like Brooklyn, it was hard to find your place in the crowd, so finding little corners to tag with a piece of you became a need. I used to ride around the city with my brother finding blank canvases in brick walls and cracked side walks and when we grew up I taught my nephew how to do the same thing. To find a blank canvas in the world around you and paint it with a piece of you, with love. This centre piece is very important to me because not only is it the work of my nephew, but it’s a work depicting what can only be described as love personified.” Aaron reached for the white sheet, “Without further ado allow me to introduce “Love in her many forms” by Miles Morales.”

The sheet came down and you stopped breathing as the crowd around you gasped. Behind you Mei nudged your shoulder. “Yo! That’s you!”

Rio squeezed your hand and you sucked in a gasping breath as the crowd clapped in awe.

It was you.

All of you.

Every expression every laugh, every yell, little images of you painted onto individual bricks that pressed together to make a larger image of you reaching out for the crowd a sunflower in hand.

He did that.

Miles did.

And you were in awe.

“He made it for you,” Rio whispered, “He started it sometime last year, I didn’t understand why at first, but it turned out beautiful don’t you think?”

You felt your lips tremble, eyes flicking towards the stare you felt digging into your skin, be was there across the room, watching you anxiously, you could see it in his eyes.

“I-It’s beautiful,” you choked out thickly. “Um,” you blinked away tears, “Sorry I just need a minute to—,” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you slipped away from the group making a quick B-line for the exit. The fall air hit your skin and you gasped turning the corner.

“Mami, wait!”

Miles chased after you and you came to a stop, whiling the tears from your eyes. “It’s—it’s really beautiful,” you whispered giving him a small smile.

“You’re beautiful,” he corrected and you couldn’t quite keep the sob from escaping. “Listen, I know I’ve made you promises that I didn’t keep and I am sorry, but I promise, I’ve changed okay? I won’t do that to you again, never again. I promise.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because I love you,” he said simply,and your heart thundered,“I have loved you forever and I know deep in my bones that it gonna be you and me forever, every life time. Let me prove that to you.”

“Miles-.”

“Just a chance that’s all—,” you surged forward wrapping your arms around his neck, yanking him down for a kiss. He melted into you immediately, hands on your hips. You cupped his jaw and pulled away, rubbing your thumbs along his cheekbones.

“Swear it,” you whispered.

“I swear, never again,” he returned and you kissed him again.

“I love you,” you whispered, “always have,” and the grin he sent you lit up his entire face, you wanted it engrained in your memory forever. He wipped the tears on your cheeks away with calloused thumbs and you beamed up at him.

Click!

There was a flash of light and the sound of a camera shutter. You both turned to look and found Aaron standing there with his camera, Rio peaking over his shoulder eagerly. “Did you get it?”

“I got it, didn’t know mans could smile like that,” he chuckled angling the camera for the woman to see.

“Oh it’s perfect!”

“Don’t mind us,” Aaron waved you two off, “For the album. See ya Monday, or when ever, have the night to yourselves—use protection—.”

“Uncle!”

“Aaron!”

“Bye!”

You shook your head as they both rushed into the establishment, leaving you and Miles standing outside. You shivered at the cold and he shed his jacket, laying it on your shoulders. “I’m hungry,” you hummed and you gripped his hand dragging him down the way behind you.

“Then let’s get you fed,” he pressed his lips to your temple and you smiled. “Tengo una pregunta,” he started, “what about that Blathers looking bastard?”

You chuckled, “I broke up with him on Monday.”

He stopped, “And you didn’t call me?”

“Nope,” you shrugged, “I needed space, and I took your absence in stride.”

He clicked his tongue, pulling you into his side, “What do you want to eat?” He changed the subject.

“I want a burger,” you nodded, “Like a good cheese burger, I haven’t had one in ages.”

“Anything you want, mami.”

~~~~

You and Miles spent the entire weekend getting…reacquainted with one another if you will. A bit too eagerly if you were honest, didn’t even make it passed the living when you stumbled in Friday night.

When you weren’t…you know, you were arguing. Not in a bad way. Miles was just being difficult regarding your space and Brandon’s visible imprint left on it. His solution was to throw everything in a dumpster and burn it.

You wanted to be nice about it and give his stuff back to him when you had the chance. Miles didn’t like the nice option that he made very clear as he purged your drawers and closet of everything Brandon. You complained about him getting rid of the T-shirts you found comfy and in response he grunted, “You’ll wear mine instead.”

Which you were already doing.

You came to a compromise, that he would give the stuff back because he genuinely didn’t want you speaking to him again.

Which you didn’t really plan to do.

Monday came quicker than you would have liked, your alarm blaring in your ear. You grunted tiredly from where you had buried your head into your pillow, Miles was practically strewn on top of you, his head nestled between your shoulder blades, his arm locked around your bare waist with your legs intertwined. The blanket had slipped just passed your waist but hard to feel cold when always seemed to run so warm.

“Turn that shit off,” he complained and you sighed hand blindly reaching out for your phone pressing the volume keys to put that shit on snooze. He held you tighter and you all but melted against the mattress.

“We need to get up,” you whispered.

“No gracias.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion.”

He merely grunted and you sighed, “One, two, cha, cha, cha,” you muttered and he groaned rolling off of you with a put out sigh.

Every part of you ached in the best way possible as you stretched your hands high above your head, miles drew close to you hands tracing your bare hips and you made a scolding sound. “No more, I need a break you insatiable beast,” you smacked his hands away and crawled out of bed, your knees nearly buckling from underneath you.

Damn he’s good.

He barely left you alone for forty eight hours the only time he left was for less than fifteen minutes to go get a bag of clothes for the week. He hummed in amusement and you scowled at him. Stumbling towards the bathroom.

“Can I join?”

“You can rot.”

He chuckled, chasing after you, “So mean, mami.”

Amelia spent the entire morning lecture wiggling her eyebrows at you and Miles. She was having the time of her life at the your shamelessness. Miles having too much fun keeping his hands on you, on your thigh, around your waist over your shoulders and Amelia giggled every time you shot him warning look because he was getting way too bold.

“You see I would ask you how your weekend was but I already know,” Mei sat across from at lunch and you shrugged unashamed as you and miles shared an order of egg fried noodles, his foot rhythmically tapping against an old cardboard box , “You nasty.”

“Just because you spent your weekend alone—.”

“How dare you!” She gasped just as Tyler ran over.

“Guys, you won’t believe the shit I just heard!” He set his tray down, “Franny has been talking some mad shit.”

“Good for her,” you hummed smacking Miles’ hand when he reached for your monster drink.

“No, like to Brandon, she getting him all pumped up?”

You raised your brows, “Pumped up? Brandon doesn’t get pumped up.”

“Yeah well when she’s whispering in your ear all lecture about how your “Girlfriend is a two timing whore who left you for some monkey from the projects”—her words not mine!” He raised his hands in surrender as Miles and you shot him an annoyed look.

“All that progress shot down the drain just like that,” Mei shook her head. “Boo, Franny.”

“Boo, Franny,” you and Tyler returned solemnly.

“Let’s see if they have the balls to repeat that to my face,” Miles stood suddenly grabbing the box full of Brandon’s things.

Tyler, Mei and Amelia watched him swagger off with wide eyes, “You see, now I understand why you caved, damn,” Tyler whispered and you chuckled, keeping a weary eyes on him. He dropped the box on the table in front of Brandon’s food, cocking his head mockingly.

You couldn’t hear what he said but with the way Brandon’s shoulders tensed and Franny’s face fell clued you into the fact that it wasn’t kind. He waited for a moment, daring for a response that never came. He smirked and tapped his finger against the table in farewell before finding his way back to you, making sure to drop a kiss on your lips as he did.

~~~~

“You couldn’t even do it yourself, wow,” Franny whispered as you walked past her observing the undergraduates taking their practice midterm. You stopped and gave her a look.

“No talking during your test, Franny,” you scolded lightly and went to walk away.

“Whore,” she whispered and the student beside her released a strangled sound.

You smiled and crouched to her height, “At least I’m not a narcissistic bitch,” you took her test away and ripped it. “When I say no talking a mean it, you will be receiving a zero for the test, if you would like a second try please email Professor Jefferson,” you stood to your full height as she gaped at you, “Silence is golden, Franny.” You motioned for the door, “You can leave.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I can, and please do leave, you’re disrupting the other students.”

“Screw you,” she huffed and left.

“Idiot.”

~~~~

Honestly, you were expecting shît to hit that fan sooner than it did. There were some incidents here and there, like finding the word ‘Whore” spray painted on the hood of you car. Only they didn’t spell it right ‘Hore’ and you were laughing too hard to be offended, it washed out with a single trip to the car wash.

Brandon’s roommates had been scared quiet by Miles’ viscous glare. It was Brandon’s silence that had you just a little weary.

You had been invited to a party over halfway through October and had dragged your half asleep boyfriend with you. Although he didn’t seem quite sleepy when he joined you on the dance floor, pressed against you as you swung your hips to the music. You were having fun and you felt very giddy.

You were happy.

Like really happy.

Until Miles was shoved and you both stumbled at the sudden force.

“Watch it man!” Miles turned only for his head head to snap when a punch was thrown his way. He stood ridged and perplexed.

“Brandon what the fuck man?!” Jared the one who threw the party yelled.

He threw another punch and Miles stumbled, and Brandon took that opportunity to tackle your boyfriend to the ground.

“Oh my god!”

For a moment you could just blink at the scene before a sudden surge of anger swelled in your ribcage that fucker.

“You think you can just steal my girlfriend you bastard?!”

He went to swing at the grinning Miles a third time before you surged forward and kicked him in the chest. Sending him toppling off Miles who shot to his feet. You gripped miles by the arm and turn him to get a look at the damage, Brandon was a pretty shitty shot. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

All Miles had was rumpled clothes and a split lip.

Still the sight of it filled you with a sudden rage. Perhaps you were stupid enough to believe that Brandon wouldn’t retaliate so childishly but you were wrong.

You stepped in front of Miles as Brandon stood to go at him again, you pulled your hand back fist clenched and threw a punch straight at his nose, sending him toppling,“Puto!”

Miles laughed as you surged forward to hit your ex again, only for your boyfriend to wrap an arm around your waist to drag you away. “Fucker!” You yelled as Brandon struggled to get to his feet, “Stay down before I pop your ass again, bitch! Who do you think you are?! Laying hands my man?!”

“You crazy bitch!” Franny came stumbling out of the crowd helping Brandon to his feet.

“Shut your bitch ass up! I’ll knock out your fake teeth!”

“Por favor podrías calmarte y dejar a la pobre chica en paz,” Miles chuckled as he dragged out of the party.

You were fuming as you left the house unable to stop yourself from pouting viscously as you fussed over him. “I’m fine, mami,” he chuckled kissing your cheeks. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute.”

“Sexy,” he hummed kissing your lips and you wavered, “It doesn’t hurt, kiss it better for me, yeah?” He pressed his lips to yours and you kissed him deeply. “I appreciate you, mami.”

“Do you?”

“Mhm, let’s go home and I can show you how much.”

“Promise.”

“I swear on my life,” he pressed his fingers into your hips and you giggled with a squeak ripping away from him to sprint down the lawn.

“Where do you think you’re going, mami? I just got you back you’re not going anywhere!” He chased after you leaving the damage you caused behind as giggled.

And you didn’t, you never went far and even when you did he was never too far behind you.

This is the end.

Hit me with a request pertaining to this fandom and I’ll be happy to oblige.

Tag list: : @prettygirlthingz27, @imsocializingabit, @sukisprettyface, @luvjunie, @peter-parker-gf, @rinfangirl , @rbqlz , @vincentluvie , @bl00dsuccker , @p3rf3ct4ng3l , @mel-verlerio, @soseoulol , @softhands-warmhearts , @strawnbxbby , @carmelemo, @neteyamsz . @moralesism , @i-zenin, @dayedreamm , @ifharbingerbad, @mr-trick, @voodo-heart

804 notes View Post

jupiterstearx

2 years ago

I'm sorry but the image of Kevin Feige just texting a frowny emoji to a teeny tiny teenager who keeps bullying him for not paying attention to comics is cracking me up

8K notes View Post

jupiterstearx

3 months ago

We are in the south... suffering from famine‼️, save us🙏

Hello, I'm Wasim from Gaza, specifically from Al-Mawasi in the south of the Strip...

We are suffering from famine, there is no food other than flour and its price is 300$... It is very expensive, we cannot afford it...

I struggle every day in crowded queues to get bread to feed my family.😞💔

We Are In The South... Suffering From Famine‼️, Save Us🙏

Help me and donate to me to buy flour for my family and satisfy their hunger.🙏

I'm nothing without you. You are my last hope.🫂😞😭

.

Link campaign ⬇️

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Wasim's family rebuild their lives, organized by Freya Knarr

My name is Freya Knarr and I live near Chicago, IL. Because Gofundme does not allo… Freya Knarr needs your support for Help Wasim's family r

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #290 )✅️

Google Docs

GazaVetters

@heritageposts @gazavetters @palestin @palestine @gaza

To the good and philanthropists around the world🍉🙏

I am writing to you today as the son of a mother who has endured unimaginable suffering. My name is Youssef, and I am seeking your support to help my mother, who lost her hearing in her right ear as a result of the brutal siege and airstrikes in Gaza. The war has taken so much from her, but the loss of her hearing has been one of the most devastating consequences.

My mother, once full of life and able to communicate freely, now faces the daily struggle of isolation and silence. A hearing aid is her only chance of regaining some semblance of normalcy, but the cost of such a device ranges from $1500 to $2000 — an amount that is beyond our financial means due to the ongoing hardships we are enduring.

I am humbly reaching out to you, knowing that you are people of compassion and kindness, to help us provide this essential aid for my mother. Your generous support will not only restore her ability to hear but also allow her to regain a sense of connection to the world around her.

Every contribution, no matter how small, will have a profound impact on improving her life and giving her back her dignity. We trust in your generosity and hope that you will answer our call, as you have always done for those in need.

May Allah bless you all with health, peace, and prosperity.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #251 )✅️