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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago
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Perhaps a Fucksgiving prompt: Joel, in grey sweatpants. (I can't be the only one so affected by grey sweats, right?!) Doesn't even matter what universe it's in because I think it could work in Lavender, Yearling, or NIT. Or something new. Just...have fun with it, lol.
AHHH BESTIE!!!
I love this, thank you so much for this ask. So here's NIT!Joel being an absolute fucking menace in gray sweatpants.
LOVE YOU!!
Fucksgiving 2K23: Gray Sweatpants
Joel makes an... interesting wardrobe choice for Thanksgiving dinner prep. A New in Town BestFriend'sDad!Joel drabble that can be read as a stand alone.
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (both from New in Town)
Warnings: SMUT :D No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only
Length: 1.8k
“It’s too early for this,” you groaned, face down in your pillow. “It’s supposed to be a holiday…” 
Joel chuckled, his large, warm hand spreading over the bare skin of the small of your back. 
“You stay in bed,” he pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades. “I’m the one who decided to smoke a turkey.” 
“No,” you sighed, turning your head against the pillow so your voice wasn’t muffled anymore. “Not going to make you get up on your own. Just do me a favor and start the coffee?” 
He laughed again. 
“Whatever you say, Beautiful.” 
You listened to Joel getting dressed for a moment before you forced yourself to get out of the warm, comfortable bed. 
You loved Thanksgiving with the Millers. So many traditions, so many delicious foods, so many people you loved who loved you back. But the smoked turkey thing was new and, as it turned out, you’d been a lot more excited about it in theory than in practice. Morning sex was not an option when your boyfriend needed to be cooking before 8 a.m. Joel had gotten you some cute festive pajamas, at least - not that he ever left your clothes on long once you were in bed - and you pulled on the orange plaid pants and matching thermal before toying with your hair enough that it wasn’t a disaster and shuffling to the kitchen. 
The coffee pot’s brew cycle was just sputtering to an end when you got there and you pulled down a mug, pouring yourself a big cup and adding Irish cream before making Joel a cup of his own. You glanced at the clock. 7:18 a.m. Joel was never allowed to smoke a turkey again, you decided. Being up this early on Thanksgiving was a bridge too far. 
“You look exhausted,” Joel laughed as you squinted against the morning light. 
“You’d be exhausted, too, if you’d gone out with Sarah and her high school friends last night,” you groaned, passing him his favorite chipped mug, the one with an owl on it. “I swear, I feel like I’m still in my 20s and then I go bar hopping…”
You made your way over to a lounge chair by the pool and plopped down on it, taking a long sip of coffee. As the caffeine settled over you, you actually opened your eyes and took in the golden fall morning, the sun reflecting off the pool, the crisp air, the smell of wood chips as Joel got the smoker running, the outline of your boyfriend’s huge cock clearly visible through his gray sweatpants. 
You damn near choked on your mouthful of coffee when you noticed it, shooting up from the lounge chair coughing and sputtering. Joel frowned, watching you. 
“You alright over there?” He asked. 
“Oh I’m fucking great,” you coughed, beating on your chest a bit to get the rest of the coffee down. “You’re getting changed before Sarah comes over, right?” 
“Wasn’t plannin’ on it,” his frown deepened. “She’s bringing cinnamon rolls over in…” he glanced at his watch. “‘Bout an hour or so. Was just gonna wear this until closer to dinner. Why?” 
“Because, babe, I’m pretty sure I can tell from here whether or not you’re circumcised and that’s not because I had your cock in my mouth last night.” 
Joel’s eyes went wide and he looked down before looking over at you again. 
“They’re just sweatpants, baby.” 
You snorted. 
“They’re gray sweatpants,” you replied. “Those are an entirely different animal.” 
Joel’s frown deepened. 
“What? Why?” He asked. “They’re… they’re sweatpants!” 
“You really don’t know this?” You laughed a little. He shrugged, still looking at you like you were just a bit crazy. “Oh, babe…” 
You set your cup of coffee down and went over to him, looking him up and down. 
Yeah, you got to see Joel every day. You lived together, after all, and moving in together hadn’t exactly lessened your sex drives. The only day you hadn’t fucked in recent memory was when you had a stomach flu and you were too sick to have anything going into you, including Joel. But you still loved to look at him, at his shaggy, graying hair; at his soft, brown eyes; at his strong, broad chest. Even without the… advantageous sweatpants, you’d been enjoying the view. He might have been in a threadbare Texas Longhorns shirt that was probably the same age as Sarah he managed to look fucking gorgeous in it, the shoulders stretched a little tight and the sleeves a bit snug on his thick biceps, the outline of his soft stomach just visible through the drape of the fabric. 
“Let me demonstrate,” you said, locking your eyes on his and reaching down to trace over his cock through the fabric, starting at his tip with the lightest pressure. He gasped softly when you made contact with him and you smiled ever so slightly. “I can tell your head starts right here…” He moaned a little and you ran your fingers down to the ridge of him, tracing back and forth over the flare of his tip. “And that it ends right here.” 
“Fuck, beautiful…” 
You smiled and moved lower, down his shaft. 
“Can tell just how big you are,” you said, voice breathy. He moaned and you kept going until you were at the base of him, tracing him there, too, before wrapping your hand around him as best you could with the fabric between you, starting to stroke him. He whimpered, dropping his head to your shoulder. “And I can tell that you’re getting hard…” 
“Not giving me much choice in that, Beautiful,” he groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ…” 
You took your hand back. 
“But you’ve got a bird to smoke so…” 
You turned to go grab your coffee again, smirking once your back was to him. But Joel reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into him with a needy grunt. 
“Don’t know where you think you’re goin’…” he growled, pulling you tight against him, so tight you could feel his hardening length on your stomach. 
“Me?” You said, feigning innocence. “I just don’t want to be in the way of the chef…” 
“Shoulda thought of that sooner,” he kissed you firmly, desperately, his tongue opening your mouth and sliding inside. You kissed him back until he pulled away from you, breathless. “Gotta make this quick…” 
He took your hand and pulled you in the house and you laughed as he started tugging at your shirt the second you were in from the cool morning air. He tossed it on the couch and his mouth was almost immediately on your breast, sucking and licking at you as he maneuvered you back toward the couch. He pushed your pants and panties down as he did and you stepped out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. You pulled at Joel’s shirt and he almost reluctantly pulled his lips from you as you exposed his chest. He nudged you down onto the couch so you were sitting on the middle cushion and he spread your legs wide before shoving his pants to the floor.
Joel knelt between your thighs and hooked his hands in the crease of your knees, pulling your ass to the edge of the cushion as you let out a surprised yelp. He notched his head against your dripping hole and took hold of your thighs before thrusting fully into you in one sharp, firm motion. 
“Fuck!” You moaned, the stretch of him burning in the most satisfying way. 
“This what you were tryin’ to get me to do?” He panted as he fucked into you, fingers sinking into your flesh. “Tryin’ to get me to fuck you silly? That it?” 
“Fuck, yes!” You groaned and he slid one hand to your lower stomach, his thumb finding your clit as fingers spread wide over your skin. He pressed down on you and the sensation of him filling you grew impossibly stronger. You could feel his hand pushing on where his cock was opening you and your body was already getting tight and hot and needy. “Fuck, Joel, holy shit…” 
“Gonna fill you up real good, Beautiful,” his voice was strained. “Leave you so fuckin’ full of me, make you feel it all day.” 
You moaned at his words, at his thumb working you, at the slide of his thick, heavy cock as he pushed deep into you. 
“I’m gonna come, Joel,” you panted, all but squirming below his touch. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…” 
“Do it,” he fucked into you even harder. “Come for me, come on my cock, want you to milk this cock, give it to me, Beautiful, fucking come for me.” 
You obeyed, your hand flying to Joel’s forearm and digging your nails into him as your pussy fluttered and pulsed over him. 
“There she is,” he fucked you through it. “Jesus Christ, feel so fuckin’ good, gonna fill you up Baby, leave you so full…” 
He pressed deep, to the very end of you and you felt him spill deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he filled you with rope after rope of his come. 
“Fuck,” he moaned as your orgasms both ended and he collapsed onto you, his head on your chest as you both panted for breath. You scratched your fingers through his hair and you kissed the top of his head, breathing in the fresh, clean smell of him that was now tinged with sex. 
After a moment he sat up enough to kiss you deeply as he pulled himself out of you and he got to his feet. He went to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth, gently cleaning your messy slit. 
“Just because I probably shouldn’t say this around your entire family, can I say that I’m thankful for your dick?” You teased.
Joel laughed, shaking his head. 
“I’m just thankful for you,” he said, leaning over and kissing you. “Pussy’s a bonus.” 
He passed you your clothes before gathering his own. He put on his shirt and underwear but tossed his sweatpants over his arm before heading back toward the bedroom. 
“What…” you began, but he cut you off. 
“Clearly can’t trust you around the gray sweatpants,” he teased. “Better change before you got me worried about a different kind of stuffing…” 
You groaned as you pulled on your shirt. 
“Oh shit, I forgot, you still have to actually get the turkey in the smoker!” 
He laughed. 
“Don’t worry, Beautiful,” he said. “Think that was worth dinner starting a bit late. Might have to make it a new Thanksgiving Day tradition.” 
You laughed, too. 
“We just might.” 
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bad268 · 10 months ago
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Best to Worst to Best (Ralf Aron X Reader)
Fandom: RPF/WEC
Requested: Nope, this was supposed to be an Inktober blurb but I liked the plot too much lol (Also, this is my 100th full-length fic, so yay!)
Warnings: Weddings, toxic cousin mentioned
POV: Second POV (You/your)
W.C. 1567
Summary: Sometimes, things need to be improvised.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
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It was supposed to be the best day of your life. Your wedding day. Everyone always told you that it would be the best day of your life. However, it didn’t feel that way. Anything and everything that could have gone wrong, did.
First, your photographer was late. That was fine. They were extremely apologetic, and you forgave them because traffic was out of their control. Then, your bridal party lost your shoes. That was almost not fine. Thankfully, you had the same shoe size as one of your friends, so they let you borrow theirs. It's not a big deal yet, but you were starting to get suspicious. Next, your toxic cousin, whom you only invited because your aunt and uncle pressured you, spilled red wine on your ceremony outfit. That was not fine. You almost called it off then and there. You did not consider yourself crazed when it came to your wedding, but red wine on white did not mix. Finally, and the cherry on top, you found out that the press had found your location, shared it online, and now, the place was swarmed with fans. That was it.
“Just call it off,” you cried as you stormed out of the en suite and into the adjacent room where most of your party was sitting. “It’s all gone to shit.”
“Just take a breath, no need to do anything rash,” your right-hand person consoled as you sat on the bed. “It’s the best day of your life-”
“Some funny way of showing it huh?” You snapped, shooting up as you felt everything pile on top of you. “Everything is ruined and if this is supposed to be the best day of my life, what does that say about the rest of my life?”
“Calm down,” your parental figure tried to put their hand on your shoulder, but you stepped back. Even though you wanted comfort, no one in this room could have provided what you wanted. You wanted your fiance.
Blissfully unaware, Ralf was having a blast with his friends and family in their suite. Funny enough, it wasn’t your fiance who felt something was off first. It was his brother of all people. Paul was super close to you. Not only were you the perfect match for his brother, but you were the best race engineer he could ask for. He was also the one who set you up with Ralf in the first place. He liked to joke that he chose his favorite sibling. At that moment, however, he knew something was wrong, so he went to investigate.
He left the suite, not that anyone noticed; they thought he was getting something given that he was the best man after all. He ended up running into your right hand person who was frantically running around. They briefly ran through everything that had happened, and when you asked for a minute to yourself, no one could find you. 
“Such idiots,” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the building, and immediately spotted you sitting on the steps. He noticed that you were still wearing one of those silk robes that your friends bought you as a joke because they would make great pictures, and he wondered what all happened. He quickly sent a text to Ralf before moving to take his jacket off, placing it over your legs as he sat next to you. “Penny for your thoughts.”
“It’s supposed to be the best day of my life, Paul,” you cried and you leaned into his side and he pulled you into a hug. “Not to sound superficial or anything, but everything’s ruined.”
“What do you mean? Everyone is still here for you,” Paul tried to help, but it did not make much of a difference.
“Everyone’s here, but that’s making it worse!” You almost shouted. “If I had picked the right wedding party, someone would have remembered my shoes. If I had a backbone, I wouldn’t have invited my stupid cousin, and my outfit would not have been ruined. And if I had kept everything better hidden, the press wouldn’t be swarming the ceremony location. It’s all ruined, and there is nothing we can do about it.”
“Maybe I’m not the right person you need,” Paul insinuated as he heard the door opening before he started to pull away.
“No, Paul, he can’t see me right now. It’s still our wedding day, and it’s superstition,” you tried to pull him back down.
“Oh, so you are still open to getting married today?” Ralf chuckled as his friend led him carefully down the stairs. You turn around, wiping the tears from your eyes, and you see him walking blindly with a tie around his eyes. His friend and Paul helped Ralf sit down beside you as you laughed half-heartedly.
“Wasn’t this the tie you wore on our first date?” You pointed out as you played with the loose ends of it and held Ralf’s hand with your unoccupied hand.
“That was supposed to be a surprise, but yes,” Ralf replied as his friend and Paul went back into the suite. He held your one hand in both of yours as the hand that was twirling the tie moved down to rest against his shoulder. He took a deep breath as he ran his thumbs over your knuckles and said, “I know this isn’t the wedding you wanted or even planned, but we can still make it work.”
“How?” You responded fast as tears filled your eyes once again. You wanted to wipe them away, but it just felt like there was no point. “How would we ever make this work? The press swarmed my dream venue, and my outfit was completely ruined. It may be superficial, but it was what I wanted.”
“We improvise. Remember our first date?” He said. As if it were that easy, you thought, but replied that you remembered it. Of course, you did. “The original plan was dinner at the fancy restaurant you had been dying to try. However, I made the reservation for the wrong day, so we went mini golfing. That was all improvised.”
“I always wondered why you were overly dressed up for mini golf,” you chuckled absentmindedly.
“Yeah, I found out when I was driving to pick you up. I called to confirm and they said it was for the next week,” He chuckled with you. “We did end up going there for our second date, but if you think about it, our relationship started on improvisation. We can start our married life the same way.”
“Okay, Mr. Improv, how do you suggest we move forward?” You said, finally coming around to the idea. You also moved to pull the tie off his eyes only to see his eyes squeezed shut. “What are you doing? I want to see your eyes.”
“I’m not supposed to see you,” He replied seriously, but after being met with nothing in response from you, he peeked one eye open to see you staring back at him with a smirk. He opened both of his eyes after that, placed a small kiss on your nose, and said, “Did you still want to wear white?”
Two hours later, you found yourself in the backyard of your soon-to-be-in-law's house in an outfit that was definitely not wedding attire. Ralf ruined the surprise that he was taking you to Greece for your honeymoon, and he found an all-white, linen outfit that he thought you would like for the trip. That’s what you were wearing. 
He sent his groomsmen to the house to set up chairs for those closest to you while he helped you get ready. There was a tree in the backyard that acted as the perfect arch, and his parents had flowers growing in the yard. Sure, this was not what you originally hoped for, but it was as close to the original plan as you could get. 
You walked down the makeshift aisle with your parent, and when you reached the end, your parent placed your hands in Ralf’s. You stood there for a second, lost in each other’s eyes before you both realized something at the same time.
“Who is marrying us?” It was funny, really. Neither of you thought of the officiant throughout the chaos, but it seemed to be the most crucial part of the day.
“I cannot believe that’s what we forgot about,” You laughed. This time, you weren’t stressing. Maybe it was because you would look back at this day and think it was funny. Or maybe you thought Ralf had something else up his sleeve. “Did you think about this?”
“I thought through everything else,” he laughed with you along with most of your family. 
“You are lucky I think of these things,” Paul said as he stood up from beside his parents to stand between you and Ralf. “Guess who got their officiant license while you were both running around.”
“I knew I made the right choice choosing you as my best man,” Ralf chuckled as he gave Paul a pat on the back and pulled him into a hug.
“And I knew I made the right choice becoming your race engineer,” You pulled Paul into a hug as well before going back to where you were standing, ready to be married. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
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ianales · 11 months ago
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illicit affairs (Cheater!Lo’ak x Omatikayan! Reader)
a/n: hope you guys enjoy this! there might be a part 3? hopefully you guys would like this mini series?
after outing Lo’ak as a cheater, things happened…
disclaimer: maybe hinting towards as Neteyam x reader?? tell me what you guys think!
ps. gif is supposed to be like neteyam’s reaction to lo’ak cheating LOL
sorry for a late post, life has been hectic lately :(
part 1 ——— part 2
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“L-Lo’ak is this true?” Tsireya questioned.
“No- no i don’t know what she’s talking about”- He responds, stuttering. He turns to look at his brother, Neteyam, he was pissed.
Neteyam walked over to (name) and gave her a side hug and greeted (name)
“I told you it wasn’t a good idea Lo’ak! you never listen”
“Lo’ak.. its true…?” Tsireya had this look in her eyes, it was difficult to read, like she was heartbroken, but there was more. there was disappointment.
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she sat in her tent, fidgeting with the promise bracelets they shared, she looks back in her own memories, come to think of it, his own wrist seemed to miss one, he threw it away, she took the bracelet off her own wrist, throwing it towards the tent’s opening.
her eyes traveled as a blue hand catching the bracelet. Neteyam.. she recognised almost immediately at the arm band he wore
“this is your bracelet, tìyawn…” love
“did you know?” she asked, ignoring the nickname he used, which he gave her when they were teenagers.
“i knew, everyone knew… everyone disapproved.. we have no way of communicating, tìyawn.. i couldn’t tell you if i wanted to…” he says, walking in the tent and sitting next to her.
“i know… i shouldn’t blame you… its all his fault that”-
“skxwang?” he chuckles light heartedly
“yeah… skxwang..” she gives the same energy back, she leans her head on Neteyam’s shoulder, “why would he do this, Teyam? is it me? am i not talented enough? am i not pretty enough?”
“thats nonsense tìyawn.. you’re the best na’vi there is…”
before she got to respond, a gentle voice called out from outside the tent. “hìtxoa…? (excuse me) u-um.. its Tsireya.. i know you probably wouldn’t want me to talk to you but i just wanna talk and”-
she looks up from Neteyam’s shoulder, “n-no um… you can come in… you seemed just as shocked as me..”
Tsireya walks in, a gentle smile on her face, and a basket of fruits “im… im so sorry.. i had no idea he was already mated with another.. he told me there was no one.. and the others failed to inform me…”
She accepts the fruit bowl and smiles painfully at Tsireya, “its…. its okay… i mean it hurts.. but its not your fault… it’s Lo’ak’s really… for being unfaithful.. and for lying to you…”
“Lo’ak told us.. that he.. he already told you about (name)….” Neteyam spoke up.
“N-no there was nothing.. he told me he was the only one he loved and everything..”
(Name) felt more pain, holding Neteyam’s hand for support, which he gladly allowed.
“y-yeah… he tends to say.. that type of stuff.. thanks for the fruits by the way…” she said to Tseriya.
“no problem… i hope theres no bad blood between us..”
“oh god no! no.. you were hurt too.. betrayed…”
“yeah… i.. i hope to talk this out with him… hopefully.. i… i don’t know why im talking about this with you..”
“its alright…. im… i just need some time”
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the rest of the day Neteyam was comforting (name) in every way possible, he brought her out to make a new bracelet, a matching one with him, he brought her to go hunting with him, which she doesn’t normally do but cheered him on once he caught something, now they sat by a stream, their feet dipped in the ankle length water.
“you don’t deserve him tìyawn….” he spoke from the silence. “you need someone who will appreciate you.. who will…. be there for you when you need them.. who will support you and love you…someone like…”
“you?” she said sarcastically.
“no.. not me.. i guess..” he chuckled awkwardly. “i mean only if you”-
“you’re like a bother to me Neteyam.. a very supportive brother… thank you..”
“yeah… im glad that you see me.. as a brother.. we should head back now tìyawn..”
she nods taking his hand in hers and head back to camp, little did they know, another navigator stood in the shadows, jealous eyes on them.
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what about mc who's very flirtatious and blunt?
The Arcana HCs: M6 with a flirtatious and blunt MC
~ oh dear, all the flirting I've done has either been painfully underwhelming (read: handing someone a can of monster and then walking away) or entirely on accident. Maybe writing this will give me the chance to take notes from MC lol - brainrot ~
Julian
Look, he's used to being the one with his heart on his sleeve. He's used to initiating relationships
He has no idea of how to respond to someone else doing that too
Seriously, every time you beat him to the charm he bluescreens
If you keep this up he's going to overheat, he already falls for people quickly and intensely and you are not helping his case
He's very happy to get swept up in it though, so once he can get his heart rate somewhat under control he will take things as far as you let him
He deeply admires your honesty
It's a trait he's not used to seeing in people, but it annoys him a little when it prevents him from being as melodramatic as he wants to:
"Ah, Pasha, give your wretch of an older brother a hug. He needs it after the trials of this cursed day."
"What? MC, did something bad happen?"
"Yeah, the leech dealer wouldn't give him a discount."
Your bluntness cuts through his constant kerfuffling but it helps him keep things in perspective and he can respect that
Asra
They're really not sure what to do with you at first
He's plenty practiced in being a flirt himself, but he's not the type to grow attached to anyone. When you flirt with him it hits different
Which means that they blush and fumble and maybe trip on a few things while they try to collect themself and maintain their cool, calm, mysteriousness
Speaking of which, your bluntness completely freaks him out (in a good way)
They're used to living in secrets and whispers, always slipping through the crowd and somehow convinced that they go completely unnoticed and unremembered by the people they meet
You, on the other hand, always cut straight to the point, and he doesn't know how to maneuver around that:
"Asra, I'm taking care of dinner, what do you want to eat?"
"Are you cooking, my love? Can I help with anything?"
"Sure, but that's not what I asked you."
They admire the courage behind your honesty, though, and they try to be more like you in that way
Nadia
She's delighted by your flirting
She normally prefers to take the lead in wooing her partner, but when you reciprocate it means she gets to test her mettle against yours and it's positively thrilling
It also means that you're not just going along with what she's suggesting, you're communicating on her wave length
And it tells everyone around her (especially her family) that she is desirable to you
She's not used to your bluntness at all
Her family doesn't trade in schemes or secrets, but they were all raised to be diplomatic
Bluntness and diplomacy don't always go hand in hand
"MC, what do you think of this hat the chamberlain selected?"
"It's too big to match your dress."
"I - I supposed you're right. I rather agree with you myself. Let's not tell him though, shall we?"
Does she find your honesty refreshing? Yes. Does she still prefer to keep you within earshot whenever someone important visits, just in case? Also yes
Muriel
Your flirtatious habits are going to be the death of him
"Here lies Muriel of the Kokhuri, who died of dehydration from nervous sweating."
- that's exactly what he's convinced his tombstone is going to read
It doesn't help that Inanna thinks it's hilarious and likes to egg you on
However, he loves your bluntness. Please don't stop
He knows exactly what to expect from you. If he asks you a question, he can believe your answer. He doesn't have to be afraid of ulterior motives or manipulation tactics with you
He's pretty blunt himself, so if he hurts your feelings he can ask you to tell him instead of trying to cover it up
"MC, when I told you that you weren't welcome here ... did I hurt you?"
"A little bit, yeah. I know you don't mean it anymore though."
"I'm sorry anyways. I do like having you around, very much."
If you use this as a chance to flirt with him he will dash outside to cool off, but he'll be smiling because he knows your affection is true
Portia
Yes! Yes, marry her please!
She loves your flirting. She loves how straightforward you are. Now please, let her put a ring on your finger already
Having you flirt with her is like a dream come true. While she knows she's quite the catch herself, her older brother is much more attention-grabbing and she often gets overlooked
Being noticed and wooed by an attractive magician who's caught the eye of the Countess herself? It's like she's a main character in a story or something
She gives as good as she gets, too, so you can expect a lot of teasing in return
And don't get her started on how much she loves your bluntness
She lives in all the intricacies and layers of palace gossip while being entrusted with state secrets herself, having to keep her own mouth shut and the guests around her happy. You ground her so wonderfully
"Ugh, that nobleman was really tricky to deal with."
"Yeah, he kept talking over you and he had food in his beard."
"I know, right? THANK YOU!"
Lucio
Not gonna lie, talking to you was a mind bender at first
Is he used to being flirted with? Obviously, he was a dashing Count, people were flattering him wherever he went, duh
Of course, that doesn't mean they actually meant what they were saying, but he would punish them if they didn't so they had to
In their eyes, he was perfect!
And in your eyes, he's not, and you keeping pointing out all of his oopsies and he doesn't like it
And then you keep turning around and flirting with him!
You know all the things he's done wrong! It's not very convincing if you pretend to like him right after you watch all of his mistakes play out in front of you and then force him to acknowledge them!
Unless of course, you're not pretending, because you are being honest, which means that when you do flirt with him it means -
- oh Oh. OOHHHHH
He still doesn't like it when you call him on his BS, but it keeps him on the right track and it means that you're being honest when you tell him that you love him. He'll have some more of that please
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eldritch-nightmare · 1 year ago
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celebrating the holidays.
a/n: hi here's my short replacement for the eyeless jack fic. that one is still gonna get posted!! just may take a while bc it's getting longer than i intended it to be lol. anyways i tried to keep the holiday relatively vague but since i personally celebrate christmas, i may slip up a bit. couldn't decide who to write for so i just spun a wheel six times and went with the ones selected.
includes: the bloody painter, nurse ann, jane the killer (arkensaw), eyeless jack, kate the chaser, and homicidal liu.
warnings: not proofread, very brief mention of helen's childhood, literally just fluff, also inconsistent length but that's to be expected atp, reader consumes meat in jack's section so sorry if u don't, nsfw elements in jack's part my hand slipped guys, blood, lotta kissing.
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THE BLOODY PAINTER
He never cared much for the holidays, even when he was a child. Honestly, it was the one time of year that he dreaded the most.
He's an artist, so you know what that means. Every year, without fail, he would always get some art-related gifts. Not that he was complaining about that or anything, it was really, and still is, the only thing he had much interest in.
He just... found it to be draining. Apparently, at least according to his parents, he was supposed to find the holidays to be a fun, exciting time of year. And he was supposed to be oh so thankful for getting yet another sketchbook or paints from his relatives or whatever.
That was just too much work, honestly. So he grew to dread the holidays, even long after he became the killer he is today.
He's... not quite sure how he feels about the wrapped gift you're holding out in front of him. A part of him wants to reject it, and he almost does, but the barely contained excitement in your expression made him hesitate.
Your excitement only seemed to grow when he took the wrapped gift from you. While he didn't necessarily want or need a gift, he couldn't help but indulge you, especially since you seemed genuinely excited over whatever gift you had gotten him.
Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was expecting when he unwrapped the gift. Something art-related, no doubt. And it was art-related, just not in the way he was expecting.
It was something similar to a scrapbook, but it was really... neat. And more so a collection of art rather than an actual scrapbook. The thing that caught his attention the most was that it was just any old collection of art.
It was his art. You... you took or had his art professionally photographed and you put it in this book. It wasn't every single piece of art he's ever made, but it included a lot from different points of his life. It even included pieces from before he had met you.
He does not cry, no. But you do catch the tiniest smile forming as he flipped through the pages. It's... the nicest gift he's ever gotten before.
Helen's not sure how he'll repay you for getting something like this, so for now you'll just have to accept the tighter-than-usual hug and soft kiss.
NURSE ANN
Ann isn't too sure if she's ever celebrated any holidays before. She has no memories of her life before her... death? Is she dead? Well, she certainly doesn't feel alive.
She's rather indifferent towards the holidays, and honestly she probably won't even realize it's that time of year unless you or someone else point it out to her.
If you want to celebrate with her then she certainly won't stop you, just don't expect her to be the life of the party or anything like that.
You will have to guide her through how to celebrate because she simply will not know. But once she gets a hang of how things work it'll be something she retains for the future.
Ann stares blankly at the... tastefully atrocious sweater you were sporting. There were so many colors and the design clashed in a borderline unbearable way but you somehow made it look good.
Her gaze then drops down to the matching sweater you were holding out for her, an expectant look in your gaze. She thinks she understands, though she still glances up at you in confusion.
You explain that while it's not necessary to do in order to celebrate the holidays, you thought it would be fun to wear matching outfits with her. It's something couples do sometimes, apparently.
After your quick explanation, she silently takes the sweater from your hands and puts it on over what she was already wearing.
It certainly looks odd on her, no doubt, but the fabric is actually pretty soft, and the bright smile that lights up on your face makes it hard for her to care about whether or not the sweater looks good on her.
JANE THE KILLER
Jane hasn't celebrated the holidays since all the shit that's happened to her. She's been so focused on hunting Jeff down that it never even crosses her mind. Hell, she hasn't even celebrated her own birthday in years.
But then you come along and you insist on doing something for the holidays. Not because you necessarily enjoyed the holidays, but mostly because you just wanted her to take a break for once.
It'll take a lot of convincing. You'll have to get her to promise you months in advance, if we're being honest.
And if she didn't have such a soft spot for you, she probably wouldn't even humor the idea you had to celebrate. But alas, she loves you, and she finds it hard to say no to you more than she would like to admit.
She huffs in mild annoyance, sticking close to you as you guide her down the streets. She wouldn't normally be in such a crowded place but everyone was so caught up in their own plans for the holidays that no one spared her a single glance.
You wanted to go ice skating. It's not typically a traditional way to celebrate the holidays, at least not for her, but it seemed as if it would be fun. And it would give her an excuse to be close to you, so.
When you guys finally reach the ice skating rink, you're bouncing in excitement and eagerly pulling Jane along to go and put some blades on. She lets you, because your hand is oh so warm in hers and the way the lights shine in your eyes makes her feel... peaceful.
Now, there's no denying that she has never gone ice skating before. Hell, she's never been roller skating. So the moment you two were out on the ice, she was clinging to you to keep herself from falling.
It was embarrassing, and she almost wanted to storm off out of frustration but you never laughed at her. You would help her catch her balance whenever she slipped. You only laughed when you slipped.
You were even fine with sticking to one side of the rink, always keeping Jane behind you whenever another person would skate too close.
And when the two of you decided you had enough, she couldn't help but pull you close right as you go to step out of the rink, planting a deep kiss on your lips and leaving you dazed as she goes to take her blades off.
EYELESS JACK
Similarly to Ann, Jack can't remember if he's ever celebrated the holidays before. However, unlike Ann, he does have a vague idea on how people celebrate the holidays. He's not isolated like her.
He's definitely indifferent towards the holidays. He doesn't care much for them, but he's probably willing to celebrate if you really want him to.
Gift giving is not his specialty, dear lord. You will have to sit him down and tell him bluntly what you want so he can find some odd most certainly illegal way of obtaining it.
Jack is, however, an amazing cook and there is nothing that could change my mind on this, so he will definitely be willing to help you make any holiday meal you may want to try out.
Jack is silent as he watches you cook some meat for the meal the two of you had been spending the past few hours or so making. You had family coming over, and you needed dinner to be done before they arrived, so you had enlisted the help of your demonic, cannibalistic boyfriend.
His nose scrunched up in slight disgust at both the sight and smell of the cooking meat, and he grumbled silently under his breath about what a waste it was to cook it.
His mild disgust only seemed to grow more evident when you cut a piece of the meat off and pop it in your mouth to taste test it. He just couldn't understand how you could eat such a thing. Then again, he can't really judge considering he only consumes raw meat. Typically coming from a human.
You hum in delight at the taste, and perhaps it's an instinctual thing humans do, or maybe it's something else, but you cut off another piece and hold it out for him to eat. He just stares, and it takes a moment for you to realize what you had done, letting out a small, embarrassed laugh.
Before you could eat the piece of meat yourself, he was grabbing your wrist and bringing it back to his mouth, eating the cooked meat and biting your finger in the process. You hissed at the feeling of his sharp teeth pricking your skin, but you don't pull your hand away from him.
The meat was disgusting, no offense. You're an amazing cook so it isn't your fault, he just literally cannot consume cooked meat (or really anything that isn't raw/human) and he's going to feel absolutely awful tomorrow but that's for future Jack to worry about.
Present Jack thinks he deserves a reward for putting up with both the smell and taste of cooked meat, and he licks at your bleeding finger like your blood is the best thing he's ever tasted. To him, it was. It certainly helped to erase the taste of cooked meat.
Once he was satisfied, he was pulling you closer to him and kissing you deeply. He bit at your bottom lip until it was bleeding as well, and he couldn't help but groan as your blood invaded his mouth once more, relishing in both the taste and the little gasp that came from you.
He wanted more. Needed, if we're being honest. He found himself craving for you as his hands fell to the hem of your sweatpants, gently tugging at them. A clear sign of his intentions.
You grabbed his wrists before he could continue, breaking the kiss off and smiling slightly when he chased after you. The two of you were breathing heavily, the air in the kitchen feeling a lot thicker now.
Later, you promised. You still had a meal to finish cooking, and your family would be coming by in just a few hours. You sealed the promise with a quick, chaste kiss before taking the meat off the stove and setting it aside to focus on the next part of the meal.
And he helped you. He was patient, and he knew you could keep your promise.
KATE THE CHASER
Considering her sensitivity to light, it's not exactly easy for her to celebrate the holidays since bright lights seem to be a staple in them.
She's not really much of a holiday person anyway, so it's not something that bums her out.
She's probably the only one on this list that's least likely to indulge in celebrating, and will more than likely turn you down if you bring up the offer.
But she does feel a certain fondness in her heart when she sees you getting excited over something in relation to the holidays. While she doesn't enjoy that time of year, she's glad that you do.
Kate keeps her eyes covered as you carefully guide her through the forest. You had a surprise for her, apparently. Something to celebrate the holidays without actually celebrating.
She wasn't immediately thrilled, but you had promised that there would be absolutely no bright lights involved and that she didn't even have to consider it something for the holidays. That was enough to make her willing to indulge you just this once.
Even with her eyes closed, she could practically feel the excitement radiating off of you as you brought her closer to wherever it was you wanted to take her.
You told her to open her eyes shortly after, and she found the two of you standing in front of one of the many abandoned cabins within the forest. She didn't even hesitate to enter the cabin when you motioned for her to. Kate trusted you.
The sight she saw when she stepped inside was... it was breathtaking, honestly.
The walls and the ceiling were covered in glow-in-the-dark snowflakes and stars, illuminating the cabin in a faint green hue. It wasn't a grand gesture or anything of the sort. It was... it was nice.
The glow of the stars and snowflakes was bright enough to illuminate the cabin but dull and dark enough that she didn't have to shy away from it.
That wasn't the only thing you had planned either. She's not sure how much time and effort you put into doing all of this, but you had set up a little space in the cabin. There was even a small projector set up, as well as some food that you knew she enjoyed.
It's definitely the most romantic thing she's ever experienced. And if this is how you want to celebrate the holidays with her, then she definitely won't mind doing this sort of thing again next year.
HOMICIDAL LIU
Similarly to Jane, Liu hasn't really celebrated the holidays since everything that happened. He knows when that time of year comes around, and it makes him feel nostalgic, but he always found it hard to celebrate alone.
He's the one on this list who'll be most excited to celebrate the holidays with you if you ask him to.
It doesn't matter what you wanna do. If you wanna decorate your home, if you wanna give gifts, if you wanna make a meal, if you wanna just stay in and watch some movies and order takeout then he's down.
Sully doesn't care for the holidays and he finds the whole time of year to be annoying, to be honest, so you'll only be celebrating with Liu.
And you decided that you wanted to decorate your home a bit for the holidays. It was a simple way to celebrate the holidays, and you didn't even have to leave your home to get any decorations since you had some stuffed away in a box in your closet.
When you had told Liu that that was your plan, he was eager to join you. It's been so long since he's been able to do anything for the holidays, and he was just... really excited to finally have someone to spend them with.
You made sure to put on some music to play in the background while the two of you got to decorating, and you'd tell him where to put certain things if he didn't know what to do with them.
You two chat with each other as well during all this, sharing random memories and stories from your childhoods. Some were happy, some were sad. Sometimes, Liu would trail off mid-story and you'd have to change the subject to something lighter.
At some point, when a particularly romantic song played, you set down the decoration you were holding and pulled Liu away from the one he was setting out so you could take a break and dance with him.
It got the brightest smile out of him. The brightest one you've ever seen.
The bitter sadness and nostalgia that comes with the holidays lingered. It would always linger, honestly, but it was easier to deal with when he's with you.
And he was excited to make new memories with you. Ones that'll make him smile when the holidays roll around again.
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beansterpie · 8 months ago
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ES21 japanese volumes part 3/??
<< part 1 < part 2 ||
HAHAHA guess who found a site with japanese scans?? (Also yes hello it's been close to.... half a year??? (fuck) since my last post-- a big part of that is because taking clear pics of panels/pages on my phone was a pain in the ass so I kept procrastinating lol)
Now lets get back into it!
We left off at the end of Sena's unwilling first morning practice, where we got to see just how fast he's able to run. We were then informed that their first match is happening the following day... while only having 3 players :')
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oh the lengths one must take to subdue Cerberos....
Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: We need 8 people by tomorrow's match! We'll split up to gather them! Panel 3 -> KURITA: 8 people? SENA: I thought you said that American Football requires 11 people...
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You'd think he might catch on to what's happening after all the 'top speed in the NFL!' fuss at the end of the last chapter.... but our boy is not smart, your honor.
But Hiruma (seemingly) relents, saying how they each have to find at least 3 people to help out their team by the end of the day. Whoever finds the least amount of people faces whatever penalty game that Hiruma comes up with, so uh, there's reason to fear.
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Panel 1 -> Basketball club Panel 2 -> SENA: Alright, I'll start here...! Panel 3 -> imaginary SENA: How would you like to play in an American Football match? Panel 4 -> imaginary SENA: We'll prepare all of the equipment! All you have to bring is your fighting spirit!!
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imagination vs reality....
Panel 1 -> SENA: Um... excuse me Panel 2 -> SENA: So... I was wondering if maybe I could get you guys to play in an American Football match for us... or something... Panel 4 -> JERSEY #16: Ahh... I'll pass. JERSEY #8: Yeah, not interested. SENA: I-is that so... Panel 5 -> SENA: Aahh-- it's no good. Why do I always....
Ah poor Sena. But all those years of timidness and cowardice aren't going to up and disappear overnight because then we wouldn't have a story. Also, an aside, but in these earlier chapters Sena has this little... verbal tick, I guess? where he ends his sentences (usually requests) with "なんて…" (na-nn-te), shown in panel 2. A different form of the word is often used at the end of a joke, meaning essentially "just kidding!", and this is like... an uncommitted, spineless little version of that. He's asking them if they would please consider playing in a match, and basically ending it with: "haha jk...." 😔
I translated it as "or something..." because he ISN'T joking, he just can't help but say it because he's that non-confrontational, and I thought that might be confusing without context? Or perhaps I'm just over-explaining, but alas.
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Panel 1 -> KURITA: Wanna play in an American Football match!? Panel 2 -> JERSEY #16 & #8: No! Panel 4 -> SENA: No, it's not over yet! This isn't the only sports club! Panel 5 -> SENA: I'll go around to all of 'em--! Panel 6 -> HIRUMA: You're playing in a match for the American Football club!
I had to put in all three of their uh, pitches? to the basketball club because I love this little sequence lol. It's such a fun way to show the differences in how each character approaches a problem, and visually displays their body language so well. It's like the funniest version of the three billy goats gruff story
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Is this the first official appearance of Hiruma's little black book? It's funny, it's dastardly, and it's just as much for the sake of cartoon violence as his guns are lol. (Seriously, some of the stuff he uses to blackmail people has me side eyeing Hiruma (and Inagaki) real hard rip. The fact that you're not supposed to take any of it seriously is it's saving grace.)
Panel 1 -> JERSEY #16: Uwah, again!? JERSEY #8: Will you give it a rest!! We said we're not gonna play!! Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: Hooo~ that defiant attitude.... I take it you two are first years? Panel 3 -> HIRUMA: Hhmmmm, so Satake-kun from year 1 class 2, and Yamaoka-kun from class 5, huh? Panel 4 -> HIRUMA: Satake-kun is-- well well! The true culprit behind the underwear thefts of the swimming club! And Yamaoka-kun-- what's this? He gives a kiss to his poster of Ai Kago every morning? Whoow, isn't this painful! SATAKE: Wha-- YAMAOKA: How do you-- Panel 5 -> HIRUMA: Now, I think I'll just spread the word!!! SATAKE: Waahh w-we'll play, we'll play! YAMAOKA: Please let us play in the American Football match!!
The severity of the dirt seems pretty skewed to me, but I guess to a teenage anime boy from the early 00's, general embarrassment is just as bad as sexually harrassing your schoolmates 🙃
But anyway, now we know exactly why Hiruma is so feared by the general student body (and faculty)! A real menace to society <3 Btw, at the time Ai Kago was a girl in the pop idol group Morning Musume.
After going to every other sports club in Deimon, Sena finally comes into some luck at the track and field club....
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ISHIMARU: An American Football match? Yeah sure, I'll play!
Ishimaru.... you're such a good guy..... 😭
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Panel 1 -> SENA: R-really!? ISHIMARU: Yeah, and y'know-- Hiruma's probably gathering the first years, right? Panel 2 -> ISHIMARU: So if I play with them, I'll get to know their physical abilities, and I can invite any of the promising ones to the track and field club. Panel 3 -> ISHIMARU: That's ok, isn't it? As a give and take. SENA: O-of course!! Panel 4 -> SENA: (Yay, that's one person!) Then I'll be seeing you tomorrow! Panel 5 -> ISHIMARU: Tomorrow!!? That's impossible! SENA: What--!!? Panel 6 -> ISHIMARU: I work part time for the local magazine delivery-- I have to deliver them all by noon tomorrow so it'll be tight. Sorry
Poor boy can't catch a break. And enjoy Ishimaru in his like, first and last serious arc for the rest of the series..... :') you deserved better my boy.....
Ishimaru's fairly casual attitude towards Hirma makes me so curious about what he's like in class though lol. I guess for people that Hiruma has no direct use for, they end up flying under the radar and don't have a strong opinion on him? Maybe to some students in Deimon, Hiruma is just 'that eccentric guy in my grade' lol. Strange thought.
But you know, at least Hiruma managed to get some people to help out! Wow, such charisma.
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Panel 1 -> (from left to right on the chart -> ): Sena, Kurita, Hiruma Panel 2 -> SENA: Amazing!! So many, just by himself...
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Panel 1 -> SENA: Hiiee!? Panel 2 -> KURITA: Hey.... I guess you're also at zero, huh.... Panel 3 -> KURITA: Even Hiruma stopped after 7 people.... and all the sports clubs have already gone home.... It's no good, we're not going to make it in time for the tournament.... Panel 5 -> SENA: I-I'm going to make another round!
Like, ok. So I haven't actually read that many sports manga (mainly because they tend to not hold my attention very long), but Eyeshield's opening chapters are so charming and cute and like... well set up that I always love re-reading it. It might ultimately be a classic coming of age/underdog story, but at this point Sena isn't even interested in playing the damn sport lol (in fact playing the sport is the thing he's got the most reservations about). It's just that he's made friends with Kurita and wants to help him (and Hiruma) towards this goal they're so passionate about, and also wants to feel like a part of something. Idk, it's really successful in fleshing out Sena's personality imo, and manages to make this extremely cowardly kid very endearing (which I think is kind of a rare thing in a shounen manga protag, not to mention a sports manga one).
BUT anyway, he spots Ishimaru doing deliveries and jumps over the fence to reach him.
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SENA: Please let me gopher-- no, I mean-- please let me help you!
His heart is in the right place! When you've been a doormat your whole life, it takes a minute to move past it!!
Anyway, skipping ahead a few pages because I've already used too many images on this chapter lol (not me straight up posting half the pages of this chapter so far 😭) -- Sena helps Ishimaru deliver half of the magazines and so they manage to hand them all out that night. Since that frees Ishimaru up the following day, he agrees to play in the match-- which means Sena managed to get one person!
He returns to the club room and tells Kurita the good news, but that still leaves them with.... 10 people.
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Panel 2 -> KURITA: We're short.... one person.... Panel 3 -> KURITA: We were so close.... Panels 5 & 6 -> Sounds of the crowd cheering
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Panel 1 -> SENA: U-um! Panel 2 -> SENA: For the last person, if I... if I participate...
Whenever Sena thinks about potentially playing American Football in these early chapters, I've always liked that the things he focuses on is the sound of the crowd, the... kinship, maybe? of being on a team. There's probably an element of the glory that appeals to him, but it mostly seems to be the ambience and passion and unity that he's drawn to. As opposed to like, Monta later on who (initially, anyway) really just wants the fame and adoration of being a popular player lol (and good for him, the heart wants what it wants). But for Sena, as the protagonist, it helps me connect to his wants at this point in the story a lot more organically as opposed to if his desire had always been "I wanna be The Best Sportsman™!!!" But again, that's a me thing lol.
Of course Hiruma has to interrupt before Sena commits one way or another lol
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Panel 1 -> HIRUMA: That fucking konbini!! Running out of sugarless gum!! Not even flies would chew on that nasty-ass sweet gum!! Panel 2 -> HIRUMA: Oh damn, I forgot to put them up halfway through.
Hiruma's comically short temper that vanishes between one panel and the next will always be funny to me lol. Explosively coming into the club room, ranting about unimportant bullshit while tossing soda at to his teammates (which is quite thoughtful of him actually) and then casually revealing that he's taken care of everything....
Sometimes when I'm feeling unmotivated, I think to myself "what would Hiruma do?" the answer is usually 'several illegal things', but I can at least try to emulate his proactiveness lol.
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Panel 2 -> SENA & KURITA: WE DID IIITT Panel 3 -> HIRUMA: We didn't do anything!!! I'm the one who ended up doing it all, you useless idiots!! Actually, give back my cola!! I don't have a single drop of fluid to spare for you morons!! Wilt and die!
Well. No one ever claimed Hiruma was gracious.
That's (more or less) the end of chapter 3! Finally!! The chapter ends with another character room, this time for Hiruma. I'm also putting Kurita's here, which was at the end of chapter 2 but didn't manage to squeeze in.
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Page 1 Kurita Ryoukan 2nd Year Deimon Devilbats #77 Power: ***** Speed: * Technique: ** [upper corner: "My refrigerator" bottom left: "Bookshelf-- bursting with American Football magazines" bottom center: "Weights over 100kg"] Page 2 Hiruma Youichi 2nd Year Deimon Devilbats #1 Power: ** Speed: ** Technique: *****
When I read this manga for the first time back in highschool, I was SO frustrated that it just showed the club room instead of Hiruma's bedroom. Ngl I still feel a little cheated, but I guess they had to maintain that gremlin mystique somehow 😔
(Also join me as I puzzle over where the fuck Kurita keeps his futon.... 🤔)
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I was going to cover the next chapter as well, but I think I'll just end this part here-- the next chapter is more or less when the first match starts, so I figure I'll do those together! Honestly this chunk of the story didn't have any egregious translation errors in the fanscans so there wasn't too much to comment on that front lol. Enjoy my ramblings about how much I like these early chapters, they're so charming!
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whoseyscientist · 2 years ago
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BEST BATMAN FICS I’VE READ 3 BRUCE WAYNE FOCUSED
Hihoo Here’s some more crazy good batman fics with a particular focus on the sad angsty man in the bat suit because I love him so! Mix of gen/batfam and shipping stuff cause I just wish him well in life c:
As I was making this list I realised alot of them were one-shots huh the more you know- mix of mainly one-shots and the occasional epic lengths lol
= General/ Batfam =
Nominal
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8613352
Don't ask why Batman is sad unless you're willing to give him the time to consult his spreadsheet.
(legitimately?? funniest batman fic I’ve ever read, one-shot) 
The Jason Project
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19899613
Jason had just wanted to see his autopsy report, he had only wanted to know what information Bruce had about his death. And when Bruce hadn't given it to him, he had stolen it. He hadn’t meant to stumble upon the bucket list of a dead child and the footage of a grieving father crossing one item after another off the list.
(^ short, sweet and very emotional)
More Precious Than Gold
https://archiveofourown.org/works/13273611/chapters/30371190
Most dragons sleep on their hoards.
Bruce's hoard sleeps on him.
Or: Bruce is a dragon. Predictably, he hoards orphans.
(so, so goddamn cute, two shot)
Manor-Dad lets me drive the Batmobile
https://archiveofourown.org/works/19002637/chapters/45125308
Bruce had two options when Dick found the Cave. 1) Tell him the truth. 2) Go along with Dick’s excited “You’re dating Batman!” until he figured out the truth.
Several children later Bruce wished he’d gone with option 1) or he wouldn’t have to deal with all his kids believing he and Batman were separate people. Yes, even Damian.
(Unfinished but still so very funny, crazy good fic)
dad time
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20434550
five times the justice league misinterpreted batman's actions + one time they absolutely did not
(Bruce just proudly showing off his kids in League business is so canon lmao, one shot, also this author in general has some quality batfam content legit)
Cingulomania (Sometimes, Dad Needs a Hug)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29690424#main
‘Right,’ Tim said, in the voice he used on missions, ‘we’re going to have to call in an expert.’ * ‘Hey guys!’ Dick said, voice slightly crackly over Tim’s phone speakers. ‘What’s up? I’m not supposed to visit until tomorrow - is something wrong?’ - Something is seriously not right with Bruce. They’re a family of detectives and no one can figure it out. It’s kind of embarrassing.
They’re all starting to get worried. - (Sometimes, Bruce needs a hug.)
(^ Feeding my bruce is touch starved agenda quite nicely, one shot)
A Hero Lost
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40358904/chapters/101096682#workskin
When Jason Todd died on that fateful April day, Bruce was tempted to just... stop. To let the world know he was Batman, and that it'd just lost a hero in Jason Todd.
And so he did.
It didn't keep him from mourning the death of his son.
Or: Bruce quits being Batman in the wake of Jason's death, tells the world who he is, then retires to Montana and slowly finds healing. And when Jason comes back to life six months later, and Talia tells him 'you remain unavenged,' he can't find any evidence to support that, so he goes home.
(^ Truly, truly beautiful, it’s a short read but very much worth it)
In For a Pound Series
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17558375/chapters/41378861
25 is too young to be a Dad. That's what Bruce thought when Talia dropped off this baby she claimed was his. Add to that a jealous 11-year-old Dick, and Bruce has his hands full. What does one even do with a baby? Why does this baby scowl so much? And when on earth is Talia coming back?
(^ Very good series with some very fun batfam shenanigans)
Matches
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8074405
What in the hell kind of name for an alias is Matches?
(one-shot, silly, very funny dialogue- bruce is so awkwardly charming I love it)
= Shipping =
Whoever Falls First
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7679041
"There's more kryptonite out there. When the Superman returns, there's going to be an all-star battle royale in the criminal underworld. Every megalomaniacal freak will want a piece of it so they can get a piece of you. And some of them will manage. They'll weaponize it and won't hesitate to use it against you, and when that happens I will not have you flailing around like an idiot."
aka: Bruce teaches Clark how to fight.
(have I recommended this before? I can’t remember, either way it’s immaculately written, superbat one-shot)
pull out the pin
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42361755
Revulsion curled in Clark’s gut, instinctual and sudden. He knew, without knowing how, that the creature wearing Bruce’s face was not Bruce.
“Oh boy,” Not-Bruce cracked its neck, turning its grin on the rest of the group, “You do not want to be in this head, let me tell you.”
(superbat and sooo good, also do yourself a favour and just read all of this authors stuff, its always a banger)
Dilectus Meus Mihi...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/301669/chapters/482974
Clark Kent has lost all his memories of being Superman, and Bruce Wayne must retrain him in the use of his powers. But his super-powered identity isn't all he's forgotten...
(two shot, fun and sweet, just superbat falling in love again <3)
my body is an orphanage (we take everyone in)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/12683415
He can stand in a room with the League members and receive surreptitious glances from each one of them individually, each one of them trying to communicate with the intensity of their eyes some sort of camaraderie with Bruce, us against the world, which would be funny, would be far less bitter and ironic, if he wasn’t so desperate to affirm with each of them in turn, yes, you are my friend, for better or for worse.
So he lets them have sex with him because it seems like that means a lot to them.
(^ ace bruce!- incredibly bittersweet with a very sweet ending, poor bruce man :c)
ship-to-ship combat
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39666915/chapters/99302841
"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.
Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.
(^ i really just assume everyones already heard of this one cause it’s just- really well written but its superbat and bruceman(LOL) it’s un-finished but hilarious and surprisingly real and emotional)
as to which may be the true
https://archiveofourown.org/works/7880368/chapters/17998981#main
It isn't difficult to go on in the wake of Superman's death. His resurrection, though, poses a problem—especially when it turns out there's no such thing as the right moment to explain that Martha Kent's obnoxious billionaire friend? Is also the man who tried really hard to shove a kryptonite spear through Clark's face.
(I love post resurrection content it’s so good, superbat)
Nine Tenths
https://archiveofourown.org/works/426785
In which the man who's faster than a speeding bullet is pretty slow on the uptake. Bruce corrects this problem the only way he knows how: by being smarter than the average bat. Stark is more than willing to lend a hand.
(this is so cute, gotta love some jealous superbat, also Clark being the one that hates a random hero for literally no reason is fucking hilarious I love it everytime lol)
Remembering Normal
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11494842/chapters/25786338
Hal Jordan is a totally normal alpha, and definitely NOT gay. At all. Like, even a little. Except there was this once. . .
(steamyy, this author has such an insane grasp on bruce and hal as characters its actually insane, their lvl of dialogue is something I aspire for, batlantern)
Late Night Talks
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34941634
Two-face's new partner looks a lot like Bruce Wayne. Surely that doesn't mean anything...
(Twobat, oneshot and the first introduction I’ve ever had to two face/matches malone)
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mysecretlittlelibrary · 2 years ago
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Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 8
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: none actually this is pretty cute they just go on a date lol
Genre: Pretty much ALL fluff, it's cute
Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?
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You watch curiously as Wanda shuffles through one of the boxes sitting around the guest room in her apartment. Even though you've been here a few weeks you're avoiding fully unpacking your things since you snuck them out of your and Bruce's previously shared apartment.
"You should really unpack this stuff like how do you find anything if it's all in boxes?" Wanda huffs.
"All the important stuff is unpacked. I didn't really expect to be going on dates. I mean at this point it's a good thing I even managed to go back to the apartment and get the rest of my life from my old place." You shrug. "I dunno if I should bother because like- it's not at if I'm moving in permanently."
"You could! I mean I have the extra bedroom, it's yours if you want it, you're already here. Why not?"
"We'll- talk about it later."
"OH! Where's the dress they bought you?! It's not like you could wear it with Bruce I'm sure. You could break it in now!" She says.
"It's in the other box." You point to where the dress should be and Wanda quickly pulls it out. The dress is a red floor-length off-shoulder number that looks as good now as it did when you saw it in the store. "I can't believe they bought me a dress because they liked my voice." You shake your head.
"I mean the dress is gorgeous. Put it on we have less than an hour before they're meant to arrive and you still have to decide on makeup and shoes and accessories." Wanda hands you the dress and you laugh at her frantic list as you take off your tank top and shorts to put on the dress.
"I need a different bra." You mutter.
"Do you have strapless bras?" She asks.
"Yeah I've got one- I actually hate it but I do have one." You say. You shuffle through a box until you find the bra and switch out your loungewear bra for the strapless. You shimmy on the dress and turn for Wanda to look at it. "Well? What do you think?"
"You know, exactly what looks good on you." She says with a nod.
"Lucky me since I didn't try it on before Bucky and Steve decided to purchase it." You muse.
"Okay, makeup. Do you wanna keep it simple and dramatize with accessories or go with dramatic makeup and keep the accessories simple?"
"I dunno I really like dramatic makeup." You hum throwing a t-shirt over the dress to do your makeup.
"So do dramatic makeup. We can give you a cute pair of earrings and one of those dainty necklaces of yours." She shrugs.
"The sun."
"What?"
"They gave me a sun necklace. Would it be too much to wear that and the dress they gave me? Too definitive on where we stand even though I have no idea how I feel about them?"
"Well it's gold, you'd have to match it with- wait what bag are you carrying?"
"I was gonna go with a black clutch."
"Is it black and gold or black and silver?"
"I have both."
"Well you have to go with the gold one."
"Okay." You laugh.
"Shoes? What shoes?"
"You can pick." You tell her.
"Are all your shoes in the closet?"
"Yes, those I unpacked." You tell her.
"Black heels. That way something in your outfit matches your bag." Wanda holds the shoes in question up. This particular pair of heels has gold detailing on the stiletto, a gift from your mother a couple of years ago.
"Perfect." You tell her. You finish your makeup and slide the shoes on. Your final makeup look is gold eyes and a red lip that matches your dress. You complete your look with the sun necklace and a pair of simple gold hoops.
"You look amazing!" Wanda gushes when you look over at her for a final assessment.
"Well, that's good since it's five after. They should be downstairs already." You say loading your clutch.
"I'll go down with you so I can let them know that if they mess this up I'll have their heads." Wanda says following you out of your room.
"These are mobsters Wanda please remember that before you threaten them."
"What they are is men taking my best friend out. Mobster or not I expect them to treat you perfectly and they should know there will be consequences if they don't."
"Do you intend to tell them you're a witch?" You ask her.
"Absolutely not. Then I lose the mystery factor that makes my threats that much scarier." She shakes her head and you laugh. When you exit the apartment building a man exits the vehicle parked right at the front and walks over to you.
"Miss y/n. Miss Wanda."
"Do we know you?" Wanda quirks an eyebrow at him.
"I'm Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes' driver. They're waiting in the car." The man explains leading you both over and opening the door. Steve gets out of the car to allow you to slide in between him and Bucky.
"Y/n, you look gorgeous." Steve kisses your hand and helps you into the car. Well, it's actually a truck, with tinted windows and spacious seats even with three of you in the back.
"Thank you Steve, hello Bucky." You say. When Steve settles back into his seat, Wanda sticks her head into the car before the driver can close the door.
"Gentlemen. Hello." Wanda smiles and you roll your eyes at her.
"Hello Wanda." They say in unison.
"I just want to make sure they we're all on the same page here. If y/n comes home with anything negative to say about this evening I will put you both in so much pain you won't even be able to scream. Are we clear?"
"We have no intention of seeing anything but happiness on y/n's face tonight Wanda, don't worry." Steve says kindly.
"Good. I will be holding you to that. Y/n, have a good night okay?"
"Thank you Wanda. I'll see you when I get back." You say. The driver waits for her to back up and then shuts the door before getting into the car.
"You look amazing y/n." Bucky says.
"Thank you Bucky." You nod. "Where are we going tonight?" You look between the two men.
"If it's okay with you we'd like to keep it a surprise." Steve says.
"Alright sure. I did give you permission to pick the place." You nod. You watch the streets of New York go by as you're driven through the city until eventually the car stops and the door is opened for you. Steve exits and holds a hand out to you to help you down from the car and then Bucky climbs out after you. Steve keeps his hand in yours and Bucky places one of his at the small of your back as the three of you enter one of the fanciest restaurants you've ever seen. Steve talks to the maitre d but you don't hear what he says, you're too busy looking around at the ornate interior of the place. Everyone in here is dressed to the nines, and despite knowing your outfit matches the environment, part of you feels out of place with the clientele of this place. You're all led to your table in a more secluded area of the restaurant. "This place is- very fancy." You say once you're seated and left alone by the maitre d.
"Are you uncomfortable? We can leave if you'd like." Bucky's voice is soft as he makes the offer.
"No, I'm fine. It was just an observation. I'll admit this isn't my usual scene but I am okay here. Thank you for checking though." You say.
"So this is one of those places that has a set menu, and they just bring out the courses for you once you've sat down. We thought it'd be simpler this way." Steve says.
"Oh okay. That's cool." You say. Just then a waiter brings your first course, a seafood tartlet.
"How have you been handling the new information y/n?" Steve asks.
"Which piece of new information are you referring to? Being a werewolf, my boyfriend lying to me for at least a year, you two being total stalkers, or the fact that your infatuation with me is totally out of your control?" You ask.
"All of it really. Whichever you want to talk about." Steve shrugs.
"Well, the werewolf thing is- somehow the least shocking bit of all of this honestly. That was pretty easy to accept, it didn't inherently change much for me, plus my mom has been pretty open to talking about it all so I at least have help navigating it."
"And- things with the hunter?" Bucky asks.
"I've moved all my stuff out of the apartment so as far as I'm concerned I'm done with him." You say.
"Can I ask what happened? How you, found out that we were right?" Steve asks. Your first course plates are then replaced with the entree which you miss the name of when it's brought but you enjoy the dish anyway.
"I called my mom about the werewolf thing and when I brought that up to him I just asked him if he knew and I could tell he was lying when he said no." You shrug. "It turned into a big dramatic blowout but the details aren't important really. He lied so I left. That's the moral of the story." 
"I'm sorry. That kind of betrayal can't be easy to deal with, and if you ever want to talk about it more we can lend an ear." Steve says.
"It is what it is, you live and you learn." You say.
"Just say the word and you'll never have to see him again." Bucky says.
"Hm that- sounds like a threat on his life." You muse and Bucky simply shrugs. "Is that just how it goes with mobsters?"
"When necessary." He says casually.
"Interesting. I have an unrelated question though, that I've been wondering about all week."
"What's that?" Steve asks.
"If this... werewolf infatuation with me, however it all works, is affecting both of you... am I expected to make a choice at some point here? Between the two of you, I mean."
"No. You don't have to." Bucky says.
"I don't have to? You'd be able to handle that kind of dynamic? Where I just, date both of you indefinitely or, permanently? Because if you're gonna like kill each other over this I don't want anything to do with either of you. I have no interest in being the subject of some sort of contest."
"We've done it before." Steve says.
"Oh so this is just normally how you date?" You ask.
"Well- it's not exactly our default no but, this isn't our first rodeo either." He chuckles.
"You don't think it'll cause problems? Not having me to yourself?" You ask curiously.
"Not at all." Steve says and you turn to Bucky who hums his agreement.
"We told you before, we share most things." Bucky says.
"Okay. Well as long as that's the truth, moving on. I know what you do for work, theoretically, so what do you do for fun?" You ask.
"Theoretically?" Steve quirks an eyebrow at you.
"I mean I've got an idea of what the whole mobster thing could entail yeah but it's not like you're gonna give me the details, are you?" You shrug.
"Do you want details?" He asks.
"We'll tell you anything you want to know." Bucky says.
"Anything? Really? You don't think I'm too innocent to know the inner workings of your crime empire?" Your question is kind of sarcastic but you are curious if they'd seriously tell you about it.
"As much as we want to protect you, we also know that if we want you to be part of our world you need to be prepared for what's in it." Steve says.
"If you choose us we want you as our equal y/n, in all things. Even our business." Bucky says placing a hand over yours.
"So- like I could be part of decision-making?" You ask, mostly to gauge how far this equal partner thing goes. Bucky and Steve glance at each other with a look you can't really interpret.
"If you want to be." Steve nods.
"It's that simple?" You ask skeptically.
"When it comes to you, things will always be as simple as if you want it, it's yours. We'll give you anything you ask of us. Always." Bucky says.
"You two are dangerously charming. Saying all the right things." You hum.
"We'll never make a promise we don't intend to keep." Steve says.
"That's easy to say now." You scoff.
"We know that hunter betrayed your trust in him, so we'll do whatever we need to, to gain your trust and we will treat it with the respect it deserves. The respect you deserve." Bucky says.
"I take it trust is very important to you? Especially with the kind of work you do." You say.
"Precisely." He nods.
"That's good to know." You hum. "So, hobbies. Do you have any or does work take up all your time?"
"We have a few hobbies. I like woodworking." Steve says.
"I like drawing and reading." Bucky says.
"We both do hunting." Steve offers.
"Like with guns or as wolves? Also is it just for sport or do you eat what you kill?"
"Why would we hunt with guns?" Bucky scoffs.
"I mean humans hunt for sport and obviously they use guns and since- I don't think we have the same dietary restrictions as like vampires I imagine there's nothing stopping you from just shooting things for fun because you can." You shrug and Steve chuckles. Your entree plates are then swapped out for a dessert, a layered slice of cake.
"We hunt as wolves. Usually, just things we can eat." Steve says.
"It's not really valuable to kill just for killing sake. We aren't monsters." Bucky offers.
"Monsters no but mobsters yes." You say and Bucky smirks.
"Hunting isn't work, it's a hobby." Steve says.
"Okay, hunting, woodworking, drawing, and reading. Anything else?"
"We- dedicate a lot of time to work. So, not really no." He shrugs.
"How do you intend to have a relationship if you're both basically married to your work?" You ask.
"We aren't married to it. We don't have much else to pour energy into yet so we dedicate our time to work but it's not the kind of thing that would take over our lives if you were in it." Steve shakes his head.
"How do you know?" You ask.
"The job hasn't always been our life." Steve says.
"And we have capable people working for us. We feel confident stepping away when we want to. There just hasn't been much worth pulling us away." Bucky says.
"Don't read into this question, I'm just trying to learn as much as I can so I make an informed decision at the end of tonight. Do you realistically believe I'd be worth pulling you away from work?"
"We already know so." Steve says immediately. Bucky pulls out a phone from his pocket and places it on the table.
"This phone only calls your security detail. They are the only ones with the number." Bucky says.
"Sorry, are you still having me followed?!" You blink at him. Your gaze snaps between the two men. "I want an answer and it better be the truth." You say when neither of them speaks.
"We don't trust your ex." Steve says.
"That is not the question I asked you." You frown.
"Not... fully." Bucky says.
"Not fully?"
"They aren't following you like before they just check in." Bucky says.
"I don't need your men to check in on me. That's ridiculous. You make it sound like I'm in danger." You say.
"We won't call them off. I know you don't like them but we have to take precautions especially because you've been seen with us. We- have enemies and we will not leave you vulnerable to them." Steve says firmly.
"I don't like this. But I also don't like being an exposed target so- I'll yield." You say crossing your arms.
"Thank you." He says quietly.
"I have one last question, and then we can call it a night." You say.
"Anything you want to know." Bucky says.
"Since you guys have been like- basically stalking me for a few months is there anything you don't know about me? I feel like I'm at quite the disadvantage here."
"We didn't do a deep dive into your personality or anything. We really just know general things, your job, your old address, age, birthday, and some things we could observe like that you'd rather walk than take a cab and you'll sooner call someone than send a text, and at work when the store's empty and you're reading at the counter your face gives away all of your thoughts when you're enraptured." Bucky says.
"Woah." You mutter.
"We don't know much, not anything that anyone who worked with you wouldn't be able to find out but you learn a lot from observation." Steve says.
"Clearly."
"Any last questions y/n?" Bucky asks.
"What do you want out of this? Out of me?"
"We want to make you happy. Whatever that means." Steve says.
"No, I want you to be selfish with your answer, not diplomatic. What do you want out of this? What is the ideal outcome in your minds? If you two were writing this story, how would it end?" You ask. There's a pregnant pause as you're sure Steve considers another careful answer.
"We'd marry you. Devote our entire lives to you and in turn, you'd do the same. You'd come into our world, learn every bit of information and run it all with us. You'd walk into every room with us on either side of you. You could say jump and everyone under us would ask how high. In my version of the story, we make you a queen, adored by all. It doesn't all have to be tomorrow but that is how it ends." Bucky says. Steve sighs at the end of Bucky's answer. You're quiet for a long moment as you consider his words. It's dramatic and intense and realistically it should scare you because from anyone else it would come off as psychotic.
"Is it always like this with you two?" You ask after a while.
"What?" Steve asks.
"Steve you're more calculated with your words, everything you say is meticulous, thought out. While Bucky, you seem to be a little more impulsive. If you open your mouth you will say exactly what it is you're thinking, it's why you don't talk as much as Steve, right? You're more likely to say something reckless and Steve stresses when he thinks your words might cause trouble. The if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all rule." You explain. Steve and Bucky blink at you with clear shock on their faces. "You two aren't the only ones with observational skills." You say proudly.
"That is impressive." Steve muses.
"If she chooses never to see us again after this Steve I will never date another person. I simply can't imagine settling for less, because anyone else would be less." Bucky says to Steve which makes him chuckle and you giggle.
"To answer your question, yes that is usually how things are." Steve says.
"So what happens now?" Bucky asks.
"Now, I'd like you to take me home." You say standing up. Steve and Bucky follow your lead. Steve tosses bills on the table as Bucky walks you towards the door with his hand at your back. By the time you step outside the car you came in is waiting at the curb and the driver is standing by the door. Bucky helps you into the car before getting in behind you, while Steve pulls the door on the other side open and slides in, sandwiching you between them. The drive back to Wanda's is pretty much quiet, only once the car stops in front of her building and the driver gets out does one of them speak.
"Will we see you again?" Steve asks. The driver opens Bucky's side of the car and he steps out to help you out of the car.
"I only promised you one date." You say. "But, if you leave me with the best way to contact you, we'll see." You take Bucky's hand and climb down from the car.
"Your phone." Bucky says. You unlock the device and hand it to him. He inputs his number and then Steve's and gives it back to you.
"Goodnight boys. Tonight was nice." You say.
"Goodnight y/n." Steve says.
"Goodnight." Bucky nods getting back into the car. They watch you walk into the building and don't pull off until you're in the elevator. When you enter the apartment, quietly in case Wanda is asleep, you kick off your heels and let out a sigh.
"How was it? Tell me everything!" Wanda comes rushing down the hall and nearly gives you a heart attack.
"Fucking hell were you just waiting for the door to open?" You ask her clutching your chest.
"Obviously. You went on a date with two super hot werewolf crime lords I won't be able to do anything until you tell me about it!" She says pulling you to the couch excitedly.
"It was great Wanda. They're a little intense honestly, but they were perfect gentlemen and answered all my questions even though I basically spent the night interrogating them. I think I like them." You bite your lip shyly.
"Where did you go?"
"Dinner at some really fancy place. One of those restaurants with a set menu where each course is predetermined and it probably costs like a hundred dollars per person."
"Impressive." She nods.
"Everything with them is. They are-"
"Don't say too good to be true." Wanda points at you.
"I was going to say a surprise actually but too good to be true might be the reality. They talk about me being their equal in all things, like their business, and about making me queen of their empire and devoting themselves to me. It's a little love bomb-y."
"It's only love bomb-y if they can't keep the same energy. Some people just love that intensely and I'd say the fact that they've spent months adoring you without really any promise of reciprocation suggests that's just how they are. Plus werewolves are dedicated partners by nature, I mean it makes sense. Sure it's intense for someone that didn't know they were a werewolf a month ago and it's okay to be cautious, especially after Bruce, but I already told you they're not ill-intentioned." She shrugs.
"All very true things."
"So you'll see them again?"
"I'd like to." You nod.
"Oooo I'm so happy for you!" She squeals jumping up.
"Wanda calm down." You laugh but nothing could possibly chill her out now. Things are changing for the better quickly and Wanda has always been the biggest advocate for whatever makes you the happiest.
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bomberqueen17 · 7 months ago
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Loftus Bralette Sewing Journal: cutting out
LOL so I have started the project but not made a ton of progress, but I thought, well, I'll write it up anyway.
First thing I did was watch the sewalong. It's not the slickest, shiniest sewalong-- there's no jaunty theme song, there's no animated intro, there's no flashy graphics-- it's very much Old Youtubey, where it's someone actually doing the steps and showing you as she goes, not really sped up, with minimal intercuts. As it happens, the demonstrating sewist is the owner of Porcelynne, which is a lingerie supply company and pattern maker, and she also helped design this pattern and the previous Cashmerette bra because she is not only a bra specialist but also is a very busty woman herself, and so completely on the same wavelength. She has incredible technical knowledge, has clearly sewn very many bras, produces a lovely end product, and shows you several places where she either made a mistake or has made many mistakes in the past and has developed this trick to avoid the mistakes. So it's a good solid sewalong... just not the most short-attention-span-friendly thing in the world.
So I will say I watched the sewalong with closed captions on and at 1.5x speed, just for my first runthrough.
(I can't watch a sewalong or tutorial while I'm trying to sew a thing. I do best if I watch it first, so I know what to expect. Hopefully it relates well enough to the instruction manual that I can piece the two together and figure out what I'm supposed to do as I go.)
And now I've started my own sew-through.
I bought a bunch of stuff from Porcelynne-- a nice kit for once I've made it, but basic stuff to muslin it. There are several places on the Cashmerette website and also in the instruction book for the pattern that lays out exactly what fabric you need and what notions. I also then made a list in Sharpie on a scrap of paper, inventorying how many pieces of each pattern piece I needed, and how many inches of each type of elastic I needed, so that I could enclose that inventory along with this iteration of the garment, so that I could refer to the checklist.
I also labeled the elastic-- N for neckline, U for underarm-- as I cut it, so I would know what was supposed to go where.
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[img desc my hand holding several lengths of peach-colored elastic, one with a sharpie N and the other with a sharpie U which is sideways and looks like a C but I know what it means trust me. in the background is a baggie with other elastic in it including two pink straps I cut off an old bra to reuse the notions. This bra muslin is not going to be all one color or even going to match, that's just how it is.]
I forgot to order cup lining, it was in my cart but then the session refreshed and I didn't re-add it. So I'm making my muslin with two layers of the same fabric, which means I need to label which layers are the lining and which the outer. This is both easier and harder and I'll let you know whether I recommend this or not 😅.
I'm following Jen from Porcelynne's suggestion of marking the wrong side of the fabric with painter's tape, and i applied the tape immediately after cutting out each piece since there's not an obvious right or wrong side to this fabric, and I also used a felt-tipped marker to write on the painter's tape which 1) piece it was, which 2) layer it was, and 3) whether it was the pattern piece or the mirror image. (Given my specific brand of neurospicy I cannot reliably tell left from right so I'm just making One Half Of The Bra The Same Direction As The Paper Pattern And The Other Half Mirror-Imaged and I'll find out which is right and which is left once i put it on.)
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I also immediately used a felt-tipped marker to trace the grainlines on the pattern pieces, then flipped them over and traced the marker line onto the other side, so that I could see how the grainline should be oriented while I had the pattern pieces in mirror-image mode, since the most accurate way to cut fabric is not to cut it while folded. And i know myself, I'd want to wiggle the odd-shaped pieces to fit best on the fabric, and I'd fuck up the grainlines, which are important especially as some of the pieces are cut from stretch fabric.
To add to the confusion, the lining is inside-out from the regular bra. So my first layer, everything mirror-imaged gets an A on the end. (Piece 1a, 2a, 3a on the painter's tape.) but for the lining, the A goes on everything NOT mirror imaged, because the lining and main pieces are cut from the same pattern piece. So the first half of my bra consists of pieces 1, 2, 3 in main fabric, and then mirror-imaged pices 1L, 2L, 3L, and 6L in the lining fabric, and then also 6 non-mirror-imaged in the lining fabric-- 6 is the center front bit and you cut both layers from your lining.
So then the opposite of that is the other half of my bra. Pieces 1A, 2A, 3A, and then lining 1LA, 2LA, 3LA, etc. And then there are two copies of pattern pieces 5 and 4 cut from the powermesh fabric-- the powerbar, and the back band.
L for lining appears in the written instructions, and that plus my own inability to distinguish left from right is why the bra is not labeled L for left or R for right. L for Lining would confuse me even if I just labeled the right half. So I did not, it is Side Unmarked and Side A.
I traced the paper pattern in felt-tipped marker directly unerasably onto the fabric because this is my muslin. And then after I cut it out (with a rotary cutter and mat) I took a pencil, laid the translucent fabric over the paper pattern piece, and traced on every notch, every marking, and the entirety of the sewing lines. For the mirror-imaged pieces, I did this and then flipped them over and darkened the sewing lines onto the now-right side of the fabric. Because this is my muslin and it is far more important to me to sew it perfectly accurately than it is to have the marks erase for later when I maybe wear it and maybe never do.
Yes, this took forever. I did not do this at my usual cutting table I did it on the kitchen table where I could sit comfortably, because I only needed about 24x24" of space to work, and I needed good light and a very steady surface and to be comfortable and not rushed while I worked.
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[image description: all my cut out pieces spread across my kitchen table/counter, labeled in silver metallic sharpie on blue painter's tape, with the roll of painter's tape and the paper pattern pieces and my cup of water and scissors all strewn around.]
As soon as I was done I lay everything out, compared it to my checklist, compared the checklist back to the instruction book, made sure the painter's tape was on the correct side of each piece, and then put everything neatly away. I have all my elastics and notions in one little plastic baggie, and then all of the second half of the bra (so, mirror-imaged main pieces, and then non-mirror-imaged lining pieces) in another little plastic baggie, and then the first half of the bra is just in the main baggie that i put the other baggies into.
I brought the whole thing down into my sewing room, and what I did was get the lid of a rubbermaid tote to use as a tray, and lay out half the bra on that, triple-checking the orientation of the pieces, and I did find one where the masking tape was on the wrong side somehow argh. But I've started off by sewing the outer layer and lining layer of the first half together, and I got like one seam in before I was interrupted, but everything inactive is still in the baggies and everything active is on that rubbermaid tote lid in its correct orientation, so I could walk away from it and know where to resume when I come back.
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I also have the paper pattern pieces easily to hand to check that notches are correctly marked, because I have no faith in myself to have done that right consistently. Normally I put the pattern away but I'm not doing that here, and I think it makes sense to just print the pattern out numerous times and put any corrections on every instance of it, and then have several copies of it so that any project in-progress can still have the pattern pieces with it until it is complete.
This is my note to myself to do that, keep the pattern pieces there and make adjustments as necessary and then when I finish the muslin, print out another copy with adjustments included.
I also would like to print out a mirror-imaged copy, and potentially have separate pattern pieces for the left and right, as I expect some asymmetry to be a factor.
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barelyspiderman · 2 months ago
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" my name is penelope park, and I DOWN KNOW how this story is supposed to go. "
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A STUDY OF ... college dropout. not trying to be a hero. working to live. ghost town. the fae court. volunteering to be experimented on just to live because you got bit by a radioactive spider. friendly neighborhood spider to no neighbors.
rp blog for PENELOPE PARK the THE SILK SPIDER.
aerialist by nami.
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hi! my name is nami, i'm 22, i use it/its pronouns, and i'm an animator(i have a degree lmfao)!! here's mobile rules :)
Don't be a dick. This is probably my number one thing, this is for tumblr, it's writing, it's for fun. So lets have fun.
OC. Crossovers. Duplicates. I LOVE ALL OF THESE!!!!!!!! I am a huge advocate for ocs, especially as an oc writing myself :] I love ocs, give me your ocs. Give me crossovers too!!! He is literally from another world than main verse, so yes. Then duplicates, I LOVE DUPLICATE!!! I love discussing them and writing the interactions and WAGH!! Whether it be twin verses or otherwise, I grabby.
Selective. Mutuals Only. For the sake of my comfort, this blog is selective and mutuals only, meaning if I don't follow you, please don't try to thread with me or reblog my posts. I'm okay with sending questions or anons, but actual threads is a nono.
Mun =/= Muse. i am neither of these characters. please do not equate their actions and morals to my own.
I will not hold back my muse. I don't like to restrict or hold back my muse. I let the muse go in the directions the muse wants. The second I feel forced or the muse feels forced to do something that's out of character or unrealistic for the character, it causes inspiration to dwindle.
Triggers. This blog is 18+ only it will contain triggers. i try to tag as much as i can, but i am bound to miss things.
Discord/IMs. Discord is open for mutuals!! I am practically always on discord, I do the occasional discord drop, but all you have to do is ask and I'll give it to you.
Other Blogs. i have many...many other blogs. if i'm not here, i'm likely on one of those!
Activity. I have recently graduated from art college in Animation! So I am extremely busy trying to find a job and the like. This blog is LOW ACTIVITY.
Length. I have a habit of writing a lot. Like a lot-- You don't need to match my length, I just ask you give me enough to work with...that being said if you reply to like 5 paragraphs with a single sentence, I probably won't continue the thread lol.
I think that's it? I'll add more if necessary :)
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radioiaci · 7 months ago
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@angelsandemons ⧐ 5, 14, 30 RPC TOPICS ASKS.
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5. dash commentary DASH COMMENTARY IS SILLY and I think it's a great way to get your character involved in the goings-on around town, especially if you're not sure how to start with someone or a group of someones. My ONLY thing about dash commentary is that you want to be sure that what you're responding to is actually something that is not supposed to be private or privileged information about a character. If a character is openly musing about something that your character should NOT know about, then using dash commentary to comment on it is probably not appropriate. Just read the room, but otherwise, it is REALLY fun to play with. 14. icons Icons are TOTALLY not necessary, but I do like to look at them when my partners use 'em! But it's not a deal breaker. I often have threads these days where none of my icons make real sense for the expression I'm envisioning Alastor to be having or for the situation, so that's when I break out the divider. The divider I use to help break up text just so my eyes don't miss anything, but neither are wholly necessary. I also make my icons bigger because... idk... I like them 2 be bigger... sue me... LOL. But don't worry if you don't have icons! I think they're great to have and give me an idea of what your character's expression might be at a glance, but with the right writing partner, I can envision it in your writing. :3c 30. your choice! something that came up today is the concept of mutual effort that I really really try to enforce. sometimes I can get a lil wordy and I understand if someone needs to take some time to match that vibe (and sometimes it's not possible to match at all just by nature of how someone writes/their character motivations) BUT I appreciate so much when someone can meet me, not necessarily in length, but in depth of the narrative that we're crafting together. if all I get in response is surface-level of your character when I've gone in depth about my characters feelings and thoughts, then it's REALLY hard for me to want to continue a thread or be excited about playing together. so I think that is something that I'm probably going to be a bit more stringent about as time goes on. especially with a character that I have such a personal connection with and it's discouraging to see someone almost brush through it without seeming to care. enjoy the TAKES.
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onegirlatelier · 1 year ago
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August 2023 | Dressing gown based on yukata
I wrote a while ago that I want to post more finished objects here, now that I'm trying to repair my relationship with dressmaking. It's thirty-five degrees Celsius over here and I'm having either covid or a really bad cold, so forgive me if my logic is twisted in places.
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This is a dressing gown heavily inspired/pretty much based on a yukata (a lighter kimono which you wear in the summer, especially to the summer festivals). I've wanted a kimono/yukata for so long, but practicality-wise I was also in need of a dressing gown less warm than my fluffy towel one, and when I saw this fabric I had the idea to make a dressing gown that's basically a yukata but with mods because a) it was a Western fabric, b) I wouldn't be wearing it the traditional way.
I hope it's fine and not culture appropriation...and to be able to defend that, I have watched documentaries on the making of yukata in Kyoto and also examined carefully two websites containing detailed info on how to make an actual yukata. Any changes I made should hopefully be a conscious decision, and this project can be a test run for when I can afford an actual kimono roll of fabric and an occasion to wear it!
That's my reasoning. Now let's move on to the fabric...
Guthrie & Ghani floral stencil print in #navy. 20%linen+80% viscose. I would NOT recommend this fabric for dressmaking unless it's for a rough outer garment. The fabric was very scratchy with linen bits, and I had to manually pull out the prickly bits as well as tumble wash it twice. I don't think it's intended for dressmaking...but I was so excited and realised it too late lol.
To help reduce the scratchiness, the shoulder lining was a cotton/silk blend. I think a thin but sturdy cotton would be a great choice but I didn't have that; I just had a lot of sheer cotton/silk blend leftover from other projects.
The contrasting colour facing (which is not traditional): from a scrap fabric basket of a shop, a cotton/viscose blend. It was a twill weave with that typical smooth powdery finish you get with viscose twill.
Notes/Mods:
130cm on CB instead of the traditional 160cm. A yukata is quite long (equals your height) because you wear it with a triple fold at the waist, called an ohashori. This fold allows the wearer to adjust the length of the yukata i.e. where the hem hits. Since I'm not doing the ohashori, I don't need the extra length.
My fabric would actually only allow an 110cm CB if I were to cut the front and back in one piece (as is traditional), because I had only 2.2m of it. It was not cut on grain, but also there had probably been a bad shrinkage. 110cm was way too short for me. To maintain the flow of the pattern on the back, I decided to add fabric pieces directly to the bottom of the front, because there were more things going on in the front so the pattern was disrupted anyways. This way, the front and back were still largely cut in one big rectangle, which is more recyclable.
There are not separate front strips (okumi) on my gown. Usually there would be, and there would actually be some shaping for the upper body achieved through this seam between the okumi and the front body. I omitted them because a) I wouldn't have enough fabric to match patterns if I had cut them separately, and b) I wanted to reduce weight as much as possible because this fabric was so heavy.
Perhaps most importantly I omitted kise. A kise is when you press open a seam, you don't press it entirely open, but leave about 0.2mm of fabric folding over the seam so that the seam is hidden. This technique is used throughout a yukata. I suppose that this helps protect the seam, since it's easier to reinforce a kise than a seam when it's worn. I omitted this again because of the fabric. Too heavy and bulky.
Since I used a Western fabric, this means I had to use different seaming methods than the traditional ones, because traditionally almost the entire yukata/kimono would be have selvage edges at seams. I could not just anchor down the seam allowance; I had to hide the raw edges neatly.
The shaping of the collar is traditional, but the construction was me. Usually you would use a long strip that's double the width of the finished collar, and fold it. I'm not sure if it's traditionally accepted to have the outer fabric and the lining of the collar cut separately. You would also need a collar reinforcement, which I omitted.
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Traditionally you don't cut away any excess fabric on the front (on each side you would have two rectangular pieces of fabrics, the front body and the okumi). You just encase the excess as seam allowance in the collar. This way the fabric remains very recyclable and you can also adjust the collar for another wearer. I think this is truly a great idea, but I had to do some trimmings again to reduce bulk and weight.
Contrast colour for facing. I am pretty sure this should not be happening, because a yukata is supposed to be simple and summer-y. My mind was so dominated by the Orientalist paintings of G. H. Breitner which was a shame but the kimonos themselves were so pretty. Since I'm wearing it just for my pleasure, I added a bit of flare.
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Normally, when I deal with raw edges, I whip-stitch with a tiny mark on the right side. This time I tried to do a blind stitch that leaves a tiny mark on the right side and no stitch marks on the wrong side. It is easier than I thought it would be (after lots of practice) and I might be converted.
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In two or three places I just could not do a two-fold hem, so I smoothed out the fabric and did a little bit of overcasting.
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I had tried the latest way of doing bar tacks and I didn't like it, so I stuck to my usual method.
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Just a wide belt for now~I don't think I'll ever make an obi for it, but if this pattern is ever done on silk, I might just make a lined kimono with an obi!
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ev-n-learning · 1 year ago
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2023 year stats!!! Wow its been a year since ive shown u one of these... amazing
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anyways not too much to say here i don't think! Although can you believe its been almost a year since i stopped learning ukrainian.... weird
something thats interesting to me is that i've spent more time on czech this past year than ukrainian the year previous... and just on duolingo, somehow?! There's no way I'm 2 months away from finishing the czech tree!!!
I suppose the courses could have been different lengths to start out with, but I do blame the redesign they did... I still don't like it, lol. (Other factors could be: czech has No Cyrillic so i cant read it as well)
As far as the other languages go — I really can't believe it was only this year I finished 50languages?! Year so long... but anyways, after that i will be honest with you: most of my active belarusian studying has been solely anki and (mostly) daily search of the wordle. The other most is People I Follow On Tumblr and tiktok (theres belarusians on there)
Russian is about the same as I've been doing. Slogging through 5,000 words of top 10,000 on memrise still. Probably about 2,500 of the way through. Probably at LEAST 2 more years of slog...
Maybe it doesn't serve much of a purpose, but i'd feel weird having the extra time. Like, no, i'm supposed to be Doing Something at 14:45,,, and, yknow, sometimes i encounter these words in the wild. (Not so much anymore though)
Doing my best to keep up with polygloss for russian, too! It's fun but I never know how to describe the images so a lot of matches get sent into the ether... oops 😅
As for marathi, well................................. nanowrimo happened. Is putting it shortly - actually, I started doing something else in november, and with that, languages, and nano... it was a lot! So I did not do much marathi in november specifically because of that. The rest of the year, well... hmmm. The less said the better?
Well, anyways, it's because of having to spend the same amount of energy almost on czech at the same time, *and* because of the Something Else i've been doing. So - I do want to learn it! Spending time on marathi would be great, actually! I am just Busy. And thus it has been relegated to anki only for the better part of the year if i remember right 😔 someday...
Sidenote, at the rate I'm typing this will be posted after midnight..... well, i wanted to put it out there yesterday night, but i couldn't decide what to say, lol. January 2nd is still New of new years, right??
To be honest, I haven't really thought about any language plans for this year... i know russian and belarusian well enough to read posts & such, and I have the mental fortitude to read books i understand maybe 25% of, but listening and talking I'd say are probably where I need the most improvement. (Writing, well... I'll get back to you once i can learn grammar effectively). With everything as it is now, I'm not sure there's much to be done about that, but maybe I'll figure something out here sooner or later... maybe.
I know I want to finish the czech tree on duolingo, and then I'll pick another language from my duo list and the cycle shall begin anew... and then in 12 years either duo will be dead or i will not wish to learn languages any more (a scary thought). OR i will speedrun every language on my list to the best of my ability and then never touch duo again (no streak, no badges... i think monthly badges are like the Only duo thing that actually works on me because i Need To Collect. ah, fomo...)
As for marathi, if I can manage to pull it out of hibernation alongside all that duolingo nonsense, then by god i'll do it 🫡 if i learned* one language by being exceedingly slow at it I can do it again!!
*referring to russian so perhaps its not accurate to say "learned" still but my point stands
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Anyways yeah!!! Idk how to end this so з новым годам (late) to u all and good luck & wishes for the new year <3 things may never be perfect but at least i can hope they will be better 👍 🎉🎉🎉
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punkscowardschampions · 1 month ago
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Roses pt.2
Moses: [do obvs, and just know that he’s immediately getting out of this car and picking this girl up to CRADLE her like an absolute baby, with no fucks given to any passersby or anything sensible like that, for a full minute ™ which would feel like forever to y’all because you never wanna be apart and have been acting like you’ve not seen each other for a thousand years, when he finally gets into the car, still no fucks given, because he’s getting into the driver’s seat still holding onto her for dear life and keeping her so close to him as she’s sat in his lap, only letting go even slightly so that his hand can go between her legs where it ‘hurts’ and stroke her there (over her clothes, for now at least) like you would someone’s arm or whatever if you were trying to comfort them, being the slowest and gentlest he ever has as if y’all have nowhere to be ever and this isn’t supposed to be a secret and thus much more subtle lol, eventually rubbing circles too like you do on someone’s back for the ‘there, there’ of it all, but we all know where that still soft and gentle contact is hitting, clothes or not, and we likewise know the EYE CONTACT is insane the entire time]
Rio: [truly out here acting like it’s been any length of time when we know it’s not and you’ve been apart mere hours, holding onto him with a level of physical clinginess that matches the emotional one, like he was taken from you and you thought you’d never see him again, pushing your face into his neck more than you are nuzzling at this point, the !! is aggressive, lord knows how y’all get in this car but you’re making it work and it’s making her die how close you’re keeping her, before he even starts touching her there’s a noise as y’all land in this seat that becomes a NOISE, nodding furiously like you found it because you would not tell him where it hurt but there was no need to guess]
Moses: [mhmm y’all are bringing a level of highkey to proceedings always and forever, the drama mick, this grown man in such a bad mood and sulking like a child because he had to drop her off home for a second, god forbid, hence the escalation of going under her clothes as soon as he hears that NOISE to touch her the exact same way because the restraint is being shown in how slow and gentle it still is and the fact he’s not putting his fingers inside of her yet with !! how he usually does so therefore he’s capable of no more, bystanders if you see this, no you don’t because he’s only LOOKING at her]
Rio: [anyone who could be around, don’t be lmao, ‘cos they can’t possibly move at this moment in time, sorry not sorry, so much was just said and you don’t even know where to begin with any of it, and that’s before he’s being distracting beyond all measure with what he’s doing so you’re just LOOKING back at him too and all you do say is ‘don’t go’ because he said he would and you know you don’t want that]
Moses: [give them a moment please there’s much to address lol, jemily knows damn well that he only discussed leaving so that she’d be anti jali like him because he was literally like if I do go it’s their fault but this girl has no reason to see that he’s full of shit and his threats are as empty as his promises, not yet anyway, shaking his head and KISSING her like no I won’t, the softest he has ever because these are proving I can be soft hours, but it’s so much more dramatic and intense for that and he’s ofc continuing his v distracting antics so]
Rio: [we see right through you, sweetheart, but this girl is here giving you all the reassurances you want ‘I do need you, I’d be so lost without you’ her breath catching on the word ‘without’ as if it’s winded her it’s so unthinkable and offensive but also letting his KISSING overwhelm her so the ‘you’ is barely spoken after and is also completely into his mouth, running your hands up his body from his lap, stopping when the skin gets noticeably warmer where his tattoo is and MOANING, deepening this kiss without being frantic, just INTENSE]
Moses: [me and my boo rolling our eyes but she’s falling for it and right into the trap of giving him exactly what he wanted and set out to do with this convo, he couldn’t be happier and she’ll feel that thanks to being in his lap, likewise finding wherever her tattoo is with his free hand and GRIPPING onto the fabric there in a fist to pull it away from her skin, loose as that top already looks like it is if we’re going by the pic, giving caring and like you want said tattoo to be able to breathe even more but really he’s just !! hence at the same time his fingers finally slipping inside of her, working up to the standard 3 he’s always gotta use though instead of going right for it because like I said these are soft hours, starting with 1 and again being so slow and deliberately gentle as if she’s never been touched before, doing a MOAN of his own as if he’s fucking her with his dick instead of a single finger because feelings and horniness are high] 
Rio: [I think her tattoo was just above her elbow sort of placement if I recall, so it’s giving pulling her by her arm is a way she’s obviously into, going to touch him too which is always more of an event unless the boy is only in his pants or in trackies because there’s always zips and whatnot, so looking at him like ? to see if he wants you to or not because he’s being slow and deliberate and maybe that’s against said vibe even if he did MOAN]
Moses: [love that, I couldn’t tell from the pic obvs cos it’s zoomed in but that’s cute and good to know for future ref even if I’ll blatantly forget in the future haha, we can’t tell what you’re wearing as trousers in that pic sir but I’m 100% sure there’s all that nonsense because you’re not dressing trackie casual, giving her a look back like ?! are you going to or not, giving nothing away because he does love to test her]
Rio: [scowling at him but immediately smiling after in a pouty sort of manner because you’re not fewmin obvs, just here pawing at him with as much blatant intention as you can over his clothes like hmm, do you want this or not because of course his body does, whatever he says, doing a BIG sigh, that’s shaky as hell because of what he is doing to her, resting her chin in his shoulder (that isn’t tattooed) like guess I’ll wait SO impatiently then hehe]
Moses: [smirking back at her because he’s that bitch always and he thinks he’s such a big brained mastermind despite being nothing of the sort, raising an eyebrow at her like she does her big sigh like oh you okay there hun because he’s radiating smugness from every pore at how shaky it is, choosing the moment her chin lands to finally employ that 3rd finger and do the most that he has so far to get a reaction, I love that he hasn’t said a word yet btw, okay mysterious girl]
Rio: [shhing him (for smirking so loudly lmao) directly in his ear only for your shh to get ironically LOUD because he of course had to do that and kill you even further, owwing like I told you it hurt but we know this oww sounds INDECENT and is not an indication to stop by any means]
Moses: [doing a hot lol at how loud the shh gets because he’s once again smug af about it, how could he not be, but it of course turns into a LOOK which is blatant heart eyes/ 🥺 and his own shh + comforting sounds at her owwing because he’s going from smug arsehole back to loving father energy immediately, kissing her tattoo spot with the material barrier in the way but as if it’s not, like maybe if I kiss that better you’ll forgive me/I’m pretending to misunderstand that this is what hurts because I wanna atm, soft but indecent being the vibe here as it is with continuing to touch her because we’ve once again added in the rubbing her clit antics from earlier for added ‘there, there’ and I’m so soz energy] 
Rio: [‘I hurt’ to repeat yourself in person and aloud this time because you are NOT okay and the 🥺 is mutual x1000 tbh, whimpering like you are on the verge of tears, biting your protruding bottom lip to stop it wobbling so, hugging into him so you can pull on his clothes that are in your way ‘dada’ fully whining it and LOOKING at him like, HELP ME]
Moses: [calling her whatever specific and personal gypsy nickname he used for Edie from the moment she was born/inside Alison and therefore still uses to this day, giving baby but more special (we SEE you sir, doing such a shameless ref she will recognise because she can’t remember being an actual baby and if you called her this too or not, but strongly putting the idea out there that he deffo did, true or not) spoken as a sad sigh (being the first thing he says, iconic tbh) as if he’s likewise SO upset about this and asking himself/her what to do about this awful predicament, when he’s nothing of the sort and is in fact thrilled (because everything about the entire spectacle of what she’s just done couldn’t appeal to him more, duh) and that’s evident because the sighed word is almost a noise, bouncing her on his lap like she is said baby, except not at ALL, we’re all fully aware what this action is (despite the fact he’s added sad eyes to this too now like oh poor you and a furrowed brow as if he’s genuinely pondering what to do) and as per she’ll be able to feel exactly what her whining and everything else has done to this man because his physical reaction is indecent and !!]
Rio: [KISSING him so you don’t ruin the illusion you are in great pain (although, in a way, completely true) by GRINNING at him because his performance is likewise exactly what you want from him and you could not be more into it, telling him how hot he is which is close to indistinguishable because you are crashing your mouths together that hard and with no room for breathing, let alone talking, only pulling back to LOOK at him again 1. Because you are bouncing back as !! as he is doing it and 2. Because you want to work out if he did call you that or he just did for the first time because obviously you’ve heard him call Edie this name so you get the vibes and you are OBSESSED either way unfurrowing his brow with her fingers, turning into stroking his whole face like look at you]
Moses: [KISSING her back because this is the first moment he can be fully !! instead of being gentle and soft because he had to prove how careful he could be but that doesn’t mean he can sustain it forever by any means lol, catch him biting her bottom lip before she pulls back because simply must when she did it first and looked so adorable doing it and he wasn’t okay, LOOKING back at her too with SUCH dramatic intensity because he wants to just go feral rn but clearly is telling himself no not yet because it annoyed him earlier when she said he wasn’t being careful (even though he isn’t ever), giving nothing away technically about whether that name was used for the first time or is a throwback because he’s likewise too into it regardless and that’s all she’d be able to read in his face, making the noise that the earlier sigh wasn’t quite when she strokes his face, quietly but dramatically, continuing to move this girl with INTENT]
Rio: [really leaning into this kiss and him, trying to make him go feral because you want to and thus you need him to because you know he’s making you wait right now so you have to win him back around fully ‘do you hurt too?’ whispering when he makes this NOISE, cupping his face like oh no, but of course you’re pairing this with some very intentional movement in his lap]
Moses: [he could stop her and really make her wait if he REALLY wanted to prove any kind of point, but is he, no of course not, a nod because yes blatantly but also to kinda shrug his face from out of her cupped hands because he can give out all this softness but he can’t take it lol, burying his face into her neck as they get a proper rhythm going here, to slightly muffle the swearing he lets out as if he can’t possibly let her hear it because that’s bad dad behaviour]
Rio: [‘let me help you’ as a phrase that’ll vibrate against him now his face is buried into your neck because you want him to accept your softness lowkey but not enough to force the issue, especially not in the moment, taking the opportunity, however, and making the executive decision to get him enough out of his clothes to tease fucking you properly like you know you want to]
Moses: [again, you could stop her because she’s expressed that y’all can’t be having a pregnancy happen rn but he still is very much not taking even a second to derail this or stop things from escalating into feral territory remotely, instead what he is doing is KISSING her neck and absolutely doing the most with that]
Rio: [tilting your head towards the roof because thankfully neither of you is driving right now and you don’t have to keep your eyes on the road, letting him really go to town on your exposed neck, gritting your teeth about it and feeling his now uncovered self, finally getting to touch him and do the teasing he’s been doing to you]
Moses: [for once y’all aren’t dangerous driving and we’re all welcome, crimes are still being committed but not in a moving car at least, my boo said the shoe’s on the other foot now sweaty and she’s so right for that, catch this man putting his thumb in this girl’s mouth to do it because of the whole thing of having to get past her gritted teeth and all that and once again show how easily he can whilst simultaneously making an absolute meal of it, hilarious truly because he’s the one MOANING about finally being touched, she isn’t being loud here]
Rio: [you know she’s here now being NOISY as hell, moaning around his thumb like it is something else entirely and yet looking so innocent about it like this is all you needed the entire time, resting her head down on his shoulder again and looking up at him shamelessly sucking his thumb, not stopping touching him though, of course, doing it like it’s just another thing to comfort you and you’re not slowly but surely trying to kill him]
Moses: [we see you both because he’s here doing his usual BIG stroke of her hair as if that’s just a comforting gesture and not him shamelessly controlling her going to town on his thumb like he manoeuvred her head during the car bj moment, sir you’re beyond obvious and the eye contact is once again off the charts levels of insane and intense, repeating what he called her before and the only word he has said beyond since now also swearing by being like ‘that’s it + [this nickname]’ with such proud dad and good girl energy because as per she’s doing everything right]
Rio: [the combination of this nickname that you LOVE him calling you and the memory of all your previous car shenanigans being so blatant in this moment has you pushing yourself even harder than he is, GRINNING at him now, holding his thumb between your teeth whilst you do, biting down ever so slightly and making a noise that’s giving am I doing a good job still? Because can never have enough praise]
Moses: [grinning back at her when she bites him a lil bit like you would a cheeky kid you’re not at all mad at and are shamelessly encouraging, running his thumb over her teeth like parents do when their babies are teething and they wanna feel if a tooth has come up yet, it’s giving that, or that he’s counting how many teeth she has as his tiny bub, asking ‘are they hurting you too?’ like he’s so concerned, adding in the sound effects that are like poor baby without him saying it]
Rio: [biting down harder as you nod your confirmation to his question, the yes, though muffled via obvious means here is still so INTENSE it’s insane, headbutting his shoulder like a toddler throwing a tantrum because that level of overwhelm hardly feels foreign to you now]
Moses: [if that’s one thing about this man it’s that he loves her to just lose it, if he was there for the ruster kitchen drama he’d have been egging her on so hard, hence he is rn by taking his thumb out of her mouth with as much !! as he put it in so that he can hear her repeat that yes screamed from the rooftops, giving her a LOOK which needlessly makes it even more obvious that’s what is expected of her and what he wants]
Rio: [she could but dream, instead a VERY traumatising time was had and we do not wanna think about that right now thank you kindly, not when we’ve got all the yeses to throw out, literally like we’re trying to set a record for how fast we can say the word as many times as possible, like how can I make myself abundantly clear to you rn sir, beyond maintaining EYE CONTACT too]
Moses: [this man LIVING for how she’s tripping over her words because of how eager she is to please him, really appealing to him in an ideal way once again gal, as a result he simply cannot resist positioning them while she is talking so that if either of them makes the move to he’ll be inside her but not making that move himself because really in the mood to make her beg on this day before he lets that happen, not once breaking the eye contact while he’s manoeuvring her about so you know his eyes are BLUE af about it]
Rio: [going to bite your lip again when he’s positioning y’all and you know what’s coming but resisting when he doesn’t immediately make it happen and thus it’s obvious you’ve gotta keep behaving and give him more, licking your bottom lip instead and only breaking this insane eye contact to LOOK down at what he is yet to do like oh ‘I told you I need you’]
Moses: [not him tilting her chin back up immediately like well how dare you break this insane eye contact when they’ve been making it since he showed up, okay mr extra ‘you’ve told me loads today’ because a convo was had and he will hold a grudge]
Rio: [making a little noise of surprise but more !! lbr when he lifts your head, doing a mini shrug because you don’t want to be moved even slightly by it ‘then tell me’]
Moses: [when you did that initial head tilt at a normal level of contact but then the lil noise has him HOLDING onto her with more !! moving her face closer to his so that when he speaks it’s against the bottom lip that she licked but a moment ago ‘you don’t need me enough yet’ because she had the audacity to say that they’ve gotta wait until she’s older to be wilding in these streets the way this man wants]
Rio: [we are BREATHING like we’ve just ran a race, or like y’all have already fucked each other senseless, here almost panting in the face of this claim like how can that possibly be true, shaking your head like yes I do]
Moses: [tutting like no no, but practically in her mouth because he’s not moving away at all, shaking his head at the same time as she does hers so they are in sync despite him being like no you don’t which is the opposite with his gesture ‘But I can’t be as cruel as you’ as if she called a complete and utter sex ban until she’s 17 when she’s done nothing of the sort ‘I love you too much’]
Rio: [‘don’t you think I love you?’ asking seriously but also talking against his lips because you aren’t moving either, our tone is SAD because you called us cruel]
Moses: [‘you wouldn’t do anything for us’ the unspoken like I would for you in his tone rn and he’s likewise SAD about it, closing his eyes for a sec to really emphasise the fact because they’ve been doing so much LOOKING at each other]
Rio: [the urge to pull his eyelids open like OI coming upon you but managing to stop at your fingertips gripping onto his cheek and brow bones for a hot !! sec before letting go, pushing his face away from yours much gentler than that move just was ‘what haven’t I done for you?’ like hello, have done everything you’ve asked, no matter how much I should not]
Moses: [when he knows damn well she has that urge and his face is giving DO IT so hard, eyes closed or not, because he is that bitch, once she instead pushes his face away, GRABBING hers again with !! and forcing her to LOOK down at the position they are still very much in ‘it’s what you’re not gonna let me do’ as if he’s not allowed to cum inside her ever again which we all know is simply not something that’d ever last or be true]
Rio: [when you’re literally shaking at being in this precarious position for so long but not being able to do anything about it and now you’re being confronted with the sight of it as well as the sensation which makes you want it even more so you just push down as hard as you can without warning to make it happen ‘I’ll handle it’ because you clearly have been this entire time y’all have been seeing each other to avoid getting pregnant]
Moses: [the way he immediately goes feral in his response is giving handle THIS because petty king, could not be pushing himself deeper inside of her and then pulling out again so she’s deprived of the sensation as immediately, likewise without warning, literally grunting with effort of both, very mature, you’re really selling yourself as someone she should let herself be impregnated by underage sir]
Rio: [the heart eyes you’re giving him are so unhinged because you’re in no position not to have your eyes rolling at this so the effort it takes is matching his, nodding like go on, do it]
Moses: [this man needs 0 encouragement to keep up these antics but she’s given it and he’s ofc taking it, repeating the same move but with even more !! launching himself at her to kiss her on the thrust in and breaking it on the pull out, like this is a game when it’s so serious]
Rio: [laughing in an even more unhinged way, somehow, because you are making SOUNDS at his antics that you have 0 control over and they are intermingling with your giggles and you just sound beyond indecent tbh, when he comes back to kiss you one of the times holding onto his head with both your hands and wrapping your legs around him like I’ve got you now, biting onto his lip so he has to rip it away if he’s gonna]
Moses: [forever spurring him on to being his most unhinged self, his breathing meanwhile has never been this indecent, really out here sounding like y’all have run a marathon, pulling his lip away with enough force that he’s gonna be bleeding and feeling that both in the moment and in the aftermath but in contrast doing the opposite of pulling out, MOANING as he holds her in the exact position she’s in, his hands GRIPPING onto her to keep her there]
Rio: [GASPING like it was your lip that got pulled, your hand flying to your mouth reflexively because you didn’t mean to hurt him but you have now and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on, that hand is holding back a MOAN as loud as his own, but you’ll repeat it without being asked because you have to put your hand on his heart/tattoo as you say ‘this is where I’m meant to be’ because all the meaning of course]
Moses: [the girls are losing it and I’m cackling remembering that they are once again in a car in an inappropriate location and time (given that he said in the convo that the shop wasn’t shut) for any of this, in response to what she said though, taking off his top however chaotically he has to here and now while still fucking her with all the !! because he doesn’t care if she’s not meant to touch it, in this moment he NEEDS her to and the eye contact he’s giving when that t-shirt (I think? going by the pic) is over his head is SCREAMING that]
Rio: [truly, playing a dangerous game on this day but we know why, to prove you can and not get caught, covering his entire tattoo in kisses because that many kisses is feral but you can still be soft and not do any real damage, just have to be over his entire pec right this second sorry, kissing your way up to his lips again and resting both your hands there between y’all]
Moses: [it’s not subtle but neither is the way that she’d be able to feel the effect that first kiss making contact with his skin would have him feeling, shamelessly out here almost cumming just from that and then they keep coming (no pun intended haha) so he’s really out here doing his best not to die asap because he doesn’t want to before she’s covered every inch of this tattoo, under his breath swearing again but it sounds more like a prayer because jesus this, god that, christ almighty this, lord that in such a frantic tone, kissing her back when she gets to his lips like he’s relieved for the opportunity to shut the fuck up/he’s about to collapse if he doesn’t and needs her oxygen desperately]
Rio: [you know she stayed there longer than strictly necessary because loves when he gets all blasphemous about it and shamelessly wants to listen to it for as long as she can but you two are both too far gone to keep it up for long, gotta go at this frantic until you’re literally unable to support your weight and collapse onto him entirely]
Moses: [mhmm x 100000, he’ll be calling her the v special baby nickname for a 3rd time (because 3 is her number and therefore we must, even if he hasn’t planned it himself, I can and will be cinematic) as he cums, no notes]
Rio: [no notes indeed, except to say we call him a name we used to call him as a literal bub and has only been remembered via us being told by Ali and it is coming back to us once more in this moment as we cum]
Moses: [y’all are unhinged and it’s too much fun, grinning at her, bloody lip and all, because even if he wouldn’t have typically remembered this name she used to call him given his shitty track record this man has been thinking about that time period TOO MUCH since roses got together and so it’s believable he could recall it and be OBSESSED by it, touching his lip and doing the most breathless hot lol because couldn’t be happier in the immediate aftermath of all that feralness hearing that specific ref come out of her mouth ‘you love me’ like okay, I stand corrected, ‘rewarding’ her by staying inside of her and intending to for as long as he can]
Rio: [that was unhinged and you know it, SMILING into your own chest as you hide your blushing and own hot lol like I know, I know because you really just said that, making a mhmm kinda noise ‘I did warn you’ because we done told you we do, recovering here on his chest and listening to his heartbeat as he does too]
Moses: [pulling her head up with the gentlest hair pull he has ever done because he wants to see her blushing adorably ‘and I warned you I miss you’ the I miss you in gypsy lingo cos that’s how he said it when he did earlier, as if that excuses any of his behaviour because in his mind it totally does, continuing to softly play with her hair as she’s resting on his chest, putting it up if only with and in his hand as he’s done before]
Rio: [doing the biggest and happiest sigh of all time, calling him daddy in gypsy lingo like you’re saying everything back to him and then some, so much feeling you don’t even know how to handle it, kissing his cheek as gently ‘do you forgive me then?’]
Moses: [the way the d word would have his dick twitching, however dead they are rn, ‘what did I say?’ because he said something earlier to the effect of not being able to be/stay mad at her and that’s clearly true all things considered, including that action happening v unsubtly ‘don’t you feel you’ve been?’ because being so loving rn in this moment and he’s literally inside her still as they speak] 
Rio: [shifting as unsubtly on him about it, even if neither of you is acknowledging it to the other you both feel it, studying his face and eventually kissing his other cheek (the one that isn’t right there for you to reach up to easily) like yes, I do feel it ‘just checking it’s real and not only on a technicality’ because want to be properly forgiven and not in a fight with you]
Moses: [doing an intake of breath that’s almost a GASP but smaller about that unsubtle movement of hers, turning his cheek like a jesus ref about forgiveness lol, to kiss her on the mouth, as a peck but more than that ‘I promise’ because in this moment he sincerely couldn’t love her more once again]
Rio: [grinning and giving him your own peck but make it extra back, quick but full of !! ‘we should probably move then’ ‘cos it is not late enough in the day for this as we’ve mentioned, looking around like this has only just occurred to you, however, looking back towards where the farmhouse is, even if it isn’t in sight like whoops]
Moses: [moving in a completely different way to the one he’s well aware that she means, pulling out enough that his still ultra sensitive tip is able to do the most to her in a likewise still ultra sensitive place and thus demanding her full attention despite their surroundings needing some and them having places to be if they’re gonna shop and/or go on this date]
Rio: [really GASPING at this, LOOKING at him full 😯 like you can’t believe he’s done this when it’s the most him thing to do and you very much can lmao, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your forehead against his so you’re now making EYE CONTACT that close together like okay, you have my attention]
Moses: [SUCH a breathless hot lol at her 😯 face because it’s yet again the cutest, telling her she’s cute by uttering that single word, almost in a whisper because his voice is hoarse for obvious reasons, as she wraps her arms around him, moving again so that when she’s resting her forehead against his he’s pushing back with his own for a !! sec, watching her eyes get bigger because they undoubtedly are at the sensations he’s providing atm]
Rio: [‘you’re not’ brutal diss, no just kidding, we’re shaking our head and then KISSING you because you’re so hot it’s hurting our feelings for real, doing some of your own blasphemy under your breath and against his cheek as you’re kissing down to his jawline]
Moses: [‘what am I?’ as if he doesn’t already know, a dramatic nod that helps him the same way the forehead touch did in doing the absolute most when he hears that blasphemy because it’s even better coming from her clearly as a church going good girl to his fallen bad boy, like yes, you’re so correct don’t ever stop talking like that]
Rio: [‘corrupting me’ like you were that good of a girl when we know the truth lol, moving in a way that makes it very clear how you feel about it though, giving him a lil bite just under his chin and above his adam’s apple]
Moses: [touching his tongue to his fucked up bottom lip like yeah maybe because she wouldn’t have done that until now but he’s clearly the opposite of mad about it, he’s giving her heart eyes from their close af proximity and letting them hit her with full force just like every deliberate movement, biting said lip as her teeth make contact with his skin, to emphasise the noise that escapes regardless more than trying to in any way suppress it as well as ofc making his lip bleed again for the hotness of it]
Rio: [touching your fingers to his bleeding lip and smearing it across them, stopping breathing about it because said fingers are already trembling and you know your breath would be shaky too ‘I can feel how much you like it’ as a whisper, like he’s not aware he’s inside you and is giving away exactly how much, licking your finger tips like you’re just curious and it’s nbd]
Moses: [licking his lips cinematically as she licks her fingers, not even as intentional mirroring he’s just gotta like when you have sugar on them and simply must lick it off ‘I meant it, what I said about how being inside you feels’ because he said earlier that it feels like god wants him to be inside her forever and always and he’s as sincere now as he was when he typed it]
Rio: [doing your own dramatic nod because you know he meant it and you also believe it as genuinely as he does ‘you can feel it too’ because it’s not like you’re sat here turned off, not even a little, smiling at him and licking your own lips because you’re watching him do it ‘I’m serious about how committed I am to you’]
Moses: [smiling back at her because yeah he can feel it too, thrusting deeper into her about it because he can’t not, taking her hand and doing a lil kiss where a wedding band would go because he mentioned those earlier as well ‘me too’]
Rio: [‘I can’t believe this is happening’ as if the force of that thrust just pushed those words out of you, because truly, a correct response, how did you get here and so fast girl]
Moses: [doing a harder one like believe THIS as if she’s doubting him and his feelings instead of how wild it is that y’all are here in such a short space of time, making his eyes water a little bit because y’all hadn’t recovered enough for how any of this feels, so it’s almost like he’s crying like he said he could earlier too]
Rio: [all the swearing you have to do to not scream, your voice being very !! and close to it but we’re demure lmao, though you could lose it at how his eyes watering makes them look the most blue they have ever ‘drown me’ like actually going to die in your eyes excuse me]
Moses: [thank goodness the ghost of Carly isn’t haunting him cos if she was she’d appear at having literally said shit so similar herself, not that this man remembers a word she’s ever said, but I do ‘we’ll go together’ because how wet she is undoubtedly could drown them both in this car rn, and he’s thrusting in and out of her at a pace to needlessly overemphasise that while also refusing to blink so his eyes are watering even more]
Rio: [my boo says I remember thotty, sadly we can’t haunt this girl into running although that would be quite the wake up call lmao, not you clamping a hand over his mouth as well as yours so he can listen to how wet you are and just how wet you are like yeah we will, goes without saying you are making indecent EYE CONTACT that’s got your own eyes watering too]
Moses: [jemily wish but unfortunately not, instead what’s happening is he’s pressing his mouth against her hand when she does that so she can not only feel his insane breathing against it and any noises which do escape but also she’ll get blood from his lip on her skin, maintaining this indecent eye contact to such insane levels until his teeth graze her palm too because he’s so !! letting them dig in like they’re fingernails leaving a mark]
Rio: [saying feral shit against your own damn hand like you can’t move it, just to see what he can hear and what he can’t, making it a game but also you gotta be feral because he’s killing you and you want to look at his bloody lip print on your palm but also you kinda want him to bite you so you’re just there being indecisive and turned on, we’re back at almost bouncing in his lap territory you’re so !! and don’t know how else to express it]
Moses: [having to join in with this game even though there’s no hope of any of it being coherent with or without her hand being there because of all the panting and moaning he’s having to do at how she’s moving and what she’s saying because what he can’t hear and therefore has to just imagine is as fun as what he can understand, being LOUD as if that’ll mean she’ll understand him perfectly like he’s abroad talking to a foreigner lol but we all know he’s just gotta be loud to be extra]
Rio: [when you simply have to do the most now to try and kill him again, will not be able to focus on anything else until we have and you can tell that’s the sort of mood you’ve put us in from how truly shameless we’re being about everything]
Moses: [luckily for this girl this was always gonna give being an unhinged quickie because of everything that came before it and the recovery time they didn’t even try to give themselves so it defs won’t take long, the passersby are again welcome too tbh, shh sir, not that he will until the literal last second but still, he won’t take her hand away until then either, doing it once again so easily that it shows how easily he could’ve at any point, breathing so so dramatically once he has]
Rio: [fr, you’re actually going to have to fling yourself off of him when y’all die into the passenger seat because overstimulated is the word and you actually cannot bear any more, here breathing like you truly did just escape death like jfc]
Moses: [‘where is it you reckon you’re off to?’ but he’s not mad about it only smug truly because it’s blatant what she’s doing and why and he’s always just gonna be thrilled he has killed her that hard, especially her because it’s mutual which obvs isn’t always the tea, watching her amused because the drama mick as if he isn’t in a similar state of being himself, flushed, sweating, still practically gasping for air etc etc]
Rio: [just looking at him like hush you because you can’t even say it in your current state but of course you don’t want him to either because you love how smug he is and can only be so embarrassed of your state when he’s in the same one, shaking your head like oh you as you open the window and lean your head out a little]
Moses: [reaching for her like you’re going to immediately pull her back into your lap and force her to stay there but instead making her decent by pulling her clothes back over her to cover the parts of her that have been exposed since she got in the car basically, STROKING her hair again as she leans her head out the window which he’s obvs doing big enough to again seem like he’s gonna pull her head back in but he’s holding onto the back of her neck post hair stroking and keeping her there getting fresh air ‘can’t you let him handle it?’ eventually being spoken, not at all clear but he means can’t you just let god decide if you get pregnant or not because she said she’d handle it when she initiated their first hook up and he’s gently moving her head so she’s looking up at the sky, nobody get it twisted, this isn’t really a question, he’s telling her that’s what he wants her to do]
Rio: [giving him the oh thanks absentminded sort of smile because you’d gotten so used to the level of undressed and dishevelled you were that you weren’t even thinking about making yourself decent at all, resting your forehead against the cool window in the way you were resting it against his only moments ago, making a little noise that’s somewhere between turned on and comforted by having his hand on the back of your neck, moving where your head is looking, staying quiet for a beat as you think about what he’s saying ‘you said, they’ll kill you’ practically as a question, like what about jali/my family]
Moses: [‘either way’ because that’s what the tea is, whether she has a baby or not, jali would kill him for ever touching her, as they should, said like it’s casual and he doesn’t really care at all cos we’re not appreciating the gravity of the situation at any point or he simply wouldn’t have done this, he’s just that bitch thinking he’ll find a way out of it/jali won’t actually murder him ‘they’ll never accept that you’re with me’ his hand instinctively holding onto the back of her neck a bit tighter as he says you’re with me because it’s such a possessive phrase] 
Rio: [a very quiet ‘I know’ because you do and you feel awful for the danger you’ve put him in, never mind the unspoken and unknown added comprehension that no one would accept you and Buster either (or at least that’s the current conclusion you are at) ‘no one will’
because never forget the legal trouble you could be in that you just never acknowledge sir]
Moses: [planting the softest kiss ever below where his hand is ‘we have to just do what we want’ because he’s the anti Buster in this scenario like he’s the anti Johnny in many others and doesn’t give a fuck for consequences, legal or otherwise ‘you know’ whether that means you know I’m right or you know what you want or both]
Rio: [turning, after his kiss and however little you can turn your head with his hand on the back of your neck to try and look at him like BUT !! ‘until you die and then you can’t want for nothing’ like what do we do then, reaching out to hold his other hand]
Moses: [‘I won’t’ said like such a dad to a little girl’s question/irrational fear which is why I think we should kill him regardless of what else we decide to do because he seriously thinks it’ll never happen ‘I told you, I love you too much to be cruel’] 
Rio: [my boo says you ain’t immortal honey, watch me (and she’s so right for that) but you’re just here getting fobbed off and you know it so just looking at him imploringly like but really though ‘I love you that much too’ like I don’t want you hurt on my behalf]
Moses: [‘come here’ letting go of the back of her neck so she can because he’s that bitch who thinks holding her again will fix this and lowkey anything/everything, I say sir this is SERIOUS, you’re taking your life in your hands, but here we are]
Rio: [this is your parenting style/how you live your life, we know, and she isn’t about to refuse to hug you because that would feel mean/we don’t have the willpower rn, so crawl back into his lap and curl up into a ball basically, making yourself as small as you can]
Moses: [forever and always, for better and mostly worse, yes it is, so this snuggle pause is going ahead, once again like they have nowhere to be ‘Whatever happens to me because of you is worth it’ not you saying you’d die for her, sir be so fr, also putting ALL the blame on her not at all casually]
Rio: [nodding like okay, because you have to go with it (you don’t) ‘we’re doing this, we already have’ like well there’s no turning back now (there is) because you have already crossed the line in ways you can’t take back and that’s not a lie, jali would already want to kill him for how far this has gone, not that that means you should just have a child and tie yourself to him forever but you’re hoping that you can just avoid that subject for now, SQUEEZING him tighter for what he says]
Moses: [‘I’d do it again’ into this snuggle, because he would and we all know that, he’s learning no lessons on this day or any other and has no regrets, Buster I wish you would but I get it]
Rio: [‘you love me’ the way he said it earlier but obviously completely different in tone, we’re not being smug but like oh my God, do you REALLY love me that much because heartbreakingly we can’t imagine that]
Moses: [a nod because he really does believe with his whole heart that he loves her that much, saying ILY in gypsy lingo with all the feeling this man is capable of which is clearly a lot, you intense bastard ‘I’d die if you left me, to be sure’ because again how he feels, never over Alison leaving him to this day, unspoken vibe of jali murdering him being a maybe (to that DEFINITE) when it’s nothing of the sort]
Rio: [the HEART EYES have never been bigger or more real, here we are really getting won over so fast because you do believe him, even if it’d be better for your heart in the long run to not, you do and you’re in it too, saying it back and giving him a really soft, almost familial kiss on the lips like y’all haven’t just banged so ferally before this conversation ‘I will never leave you’ promising with your whole chest like whatever happens, it won’t be that]
Moses: [mhmm, and he knows he’s won her over once again so he couldn’t be happier, me here like Buster PLEASE, as per, but no so he’s giving those heart eyes back and then putting HIS whole chest into kissing her again SO indecently after she’s promised]
Rio: [silently MOANING into this kiss, pulling him into you by his top, sitting up slightly from your curled ball position to do so without him having to really bend down ‘tell me what you want from me’ like I know but remind me PLEASE]
Moses: [me like I sure hope you put your top back on and haven’t just been sitting here topless and crotch out this entire time sir while having a serious-ish convo because imagine ‘be older now so’s I don’t have to wait for what I want’ as sincerely as the ILY and the kiss and all the rest as if she can]
Rio: [if you here naked we gonna have to godmod that for you hun because that’s simply too much lmao ‘alright’ nodding like you can make that happen any harder for y’all both wanting it this bad, flipping your hair out of your face so you can see him better, doing a little smile like it’s done]
Moses: [agreed, I already can’t take this man seriously ever without that, thank you, cupping her tiny face in his big ass hands for that size comparison shit they just love, LOOKING at her like you’ve gotta check she truly means this when you know damn well she does, you just wanna hit her with those eyes again]
Rio: [we’re giving puppy dog eyes back at this moment because too deeply in love with him for our own good, overwhelmed and hence having to give him an indecent cheek kiss/ending up licking him about it]
Moses: [sos they’re both in too deep atm and it’s all Winnie’s fault, when you’ve gotta hot lol at her antics but it’s all of a second before he’s once again manoeuvring this gal’s face (will he ever stop, I fear not) so that she’s licking his busted bottom lip whether it’s bleeding currently or not, like you did this you fix it, but it’s just another excuse to be indecent in this car]
Rio: [giving his cheek a little nip like hey don’t laugh at me before he’s manoeuvring your face and you have to gasp like oh no, I’ve not learnt my lesson at all, making comforting, cooing I’m SO sorry noises as you lick and kiss and suck his busted lip into your mouth, ultimately just making it bleed again we all know, swearing when the metallic taste pools on your tongue]
Moses: [his face fully encouraging her bad behaviour in that little nip because he’s 100% that bitch but then she’s all over his face at his request so then he can only encourage her with NOISES of his own as well as making it beyond clear with how he’s holding her face that he never wants her to stop doing any of this, especially when his lip is shamelessly bleeding again and they have the same obvious reaction to it, because in no world is he not swearing too, using whatever word she has not but with the exact same energy, practically finishing each other’s sentence because if she said jesus he’s saying christ or if she said fuck he’s saying me, if she said christ he’s saying almighty, something to that effect, we know what I mean]
Rio: [making a point to bite his top lip too until it bleeds because you can’t handle him finishing your sentence like that and you’ve got to show him how he’s making you feel, lapping up the blood like you’re dying of thirst, telling him how much you love it when he bleeds for you]
Moses: [me like sir you undoubtedly have work tomorrow because you always have work unless it’s sunday so do you wanna calm yourself but clearly the answer is no because he’s too into it ‘you wanna keep it one-sided’ like oh THAT’S why you didn’t bleed for me when he took her virginity but we all know the real reason and that he’s just taking an opportunity to remind her of said first time and how much she wanted him]
Rio: [decorum has flown out the window never to be seen again, I fear ‘you’re not that sort of daddy’ placing his hands on your booty like no, you could simply never hurt me, kissing him better some more and humming about it contentedly]
Moses: [honestly, are y’all ever gonna drive, the answer is obvs also no because instead he’s cupping her booty in his hands like he did her face moments ago, giving it a lil squeeze ‘long as you’ve no need of putting in your place’ because she’s SUCH a good girl but there’s the suggestion he could be that sort of daddy if she isn’t, hence needlessly emphasising this by smacking her booty but in a love tap/men doing sports and being homoerotic kinda way not a !! one while she’s still behaving]
Rio: [wriggling and jiggling into his hands because you love to see it, even more so when he gives you a little tap, doing an OTT sigh ‘if only I didn’t have to be so good’ because simply cannot help behaving for him but you are so not opposed to being put in your place, of course]
Moses: [feeling all that wriggling in his lap and being unable to keep still himself about it ‘if I was a better catholic’ as his own OTT sigh like what a shame we’re not just doing anal for jesus because you know she’s still not sold on the 100 babies idea]
Rio: [doing your own hot lol because you’re imagining how good he’d look in the getup, explaining that by pulling on the collar of his top, bringing it up higher and nodding like yep, you could rock it, blushing when you really think about what he meant though ‘wasn’t that church girl’ to be like I’ve never done that before without saying it]
Moses: [nuzzling into her flushed cheek with his own to feel the heat of her blush while he SQUEEZES her booty again, caps this time because it’s got more !! in it for the fact he’s also thinking about it now despite the joke it kinda was ‘explain another verse to us’ because she did earlier but you weren’t into it because it was about the notp of Johnny and your sister’s flop marriage whereas this moment has an entirely different vibe, giving mhmm I know what kind of church girl you are, so good, so PURE until roses happened]
Rio: [STARING at him and making whining noises under your breath, so quietly but he’ll still catch them every now and then, especially when you stop to nuzzle each other for that hot sec there, here scrambling to think of any verse you know (that's not giving nativity or easter that everyone kinda does) because your brain is melting at these vibes rn, casually panicked and getting even redder about it, but eventually think of some Moses to tell him because main character vibes he will enjoy]
Moses: [maintaining eye contact as he rewards her for appealing to this ego (the way she’s really good at doing) by choosing appropriate bible quotes she knows off the top of her head enough (and better than him anyway so he won’t question if they’re a bit ad libbed) by spreading her booty cheeks apart with his hands while he pushes his crotch into her, they’re both fully clothed but she’s only got little shorts on as we recall from her outfit so she’ll get a trial run of how this would feel, cos he loves to test her and this shamelessly is]
Rio: [having to concentrate so hard on these quotes as he does this that you’re almost going crosseyed from the sheer effort, crackly noises coming from your throat as your mouth is left open, swallowing big to try and wet your mouth to speak ‘this is why good girls stay good then’ like now I see]
Moses: [concentrating equally hard on watching her every reaction and his antics like a multi-tasking icon because both are as important, adhd whomst, doing a noise like mhmm which is blatantly more of a noise ™ because it’s affecting him too, he’s only human as much as he likes to pretend otherwise]
Rio: [‘father will seem formal but-’ grinning at him like gotta do what we gotta do, resting your head on his chest and looking back to watch him and what he’s doing, arching back into the rhythm of it]
Moses: [grinning back, telling her that whatever she called him remembered from being a bub as she came is his fave and dada from earlier is a close second but letting it be known from his face and his continued antics of dryhumping her like this that he isn’t opposed to the formality under the circumstances, it’s getting close to him being called a god, we all see it, so ofc he likes it]
Rio: [snuggling up to his neck and squirming with the memory of calling him that because it’s your favourite too ‘you made me forget my big girl words’ whispered in his ear]
Moses: [‘you make me forget he ain’t the only one who can see us’ because hearing someone outside of this car isn’t making him stop it’s just spurring him on to go harder, spreading her wider and pushing himself against her with INTENT before putting his thumb in her mouth again, cos we all know what he wants that to be covered in spit for]
Rio: [whipping your head ‘round so noticeably but you are likewise not rushing to stop because you’re into it despite rationale that you shouldn’t be, GROANING about this increase in pressure, shaking your head and looking heavenward like I can’t believe this is happening, holding onto the pad of his hand underneath the thumb, sucking it dutifully but nibbling on him, just to show you have some nerves despite your downess]
Moses: [a nod at her groan like yes exactly because that’s the reaction he wants, holding her gaze when she’s sucking his thumb, having paused his other feral antics for a sec to make sure he’s got her full attention (as if he wouldn’t) and to show he understands the gravity of this situation at least ‘I’ll be gentle’ showing her with his other thumb and through her clothes what he intends to do, just rubbing slowly like look you can trust me]
Rio: [nodding back, kissing him softly but with SO much love that it has that passionate edge to it because you do actually trust him to be gentle about it and he’s shown you he can ‘I want you to’ only dropping his thumb from your mouth at this point]
Moses: [everything about how she behaves is once again perfect for this man and therefore as he’s pulling her clothes out of the way (wow she’s really been dressed for a record amount of time lol) he’s kissing her forehead with good girl/proud father energy before then taking that sucked thumb and touching her exactly like he said he would, pressing his forehead gently against hers as the first contact is made]
Rio: [pushing your head into his inadvertently pinning him to his headrest for a sec as you get accustomed to this new sensation, the GASP making way for a hot lol only for another smaller gasp to follow ‘God, I love you’ pulling yourself back slightly only to free him, pulling him with you though to kiss him to muffle some of the noises you’re making here on this day]
Moses: [still being gentle but applying slightly more pressure because he can’t help himself when faced with these reactions, there’s only so much patience this man has and he used it up earlier when y’all were messing about, the kiss doesn’t have to be as soft though and when he has that lightbulb moment of realising that, his tongue being extra about it in the way his thumb can’t be]
Rio: [lbr she’s into your lack of patience and how into her you are forever and always, never mind just into the sensation and down to continue so you’re getting 0 pushback here, hence the ‘push me’ into this kiss, when you can, when you’re not all up inside each other like you’re having a contest]
Moses: [they’d be shippable if not for the multiple heinous red flags waving in our faces, pushing his thumb inside of her when she says that but not how she would’ve expected, gotta keep her on her toes and more importantly take some of how wet she is to lube up his thumb again before he goes for it putting it fully inside of her elsewhere, stopping to LOOK at her, checking that she defs wants this for a !! second]  
Rio: [mhmm, if we ignore the crimes lmao, ‘I’m not just saying it’ as a yes, I want this but having the slightly defensive edge of being like I’ve meant everything I’ve said, just because you’ve had to backtrack on the immediately giving him babies thing for his own good]
Moses: [‘this might hurt more’ in explanation of why he’s paused and asked because we see her defensiveness, he said those words during their first hookup and he’s not wrong it could ‘or you might really have an accident’ again phrased like that because she did when she was like please pull over or I’ll squirt rn immediately, all the throwbacks, but fr 💩 is a possibility as he didn’t warn her that they were gonna do anal stuff on this day, not you trying to put her at ease by telling a baby anecdote like don’t worry if you do shit on me though because you have before, y’all’s kinks are out of control, but lowkey that is kinda sweet of you in the freakiest way possible, sir]
Rio: [frowning at him, because now you’re in your head and out of the moment, even with him being sweet and trying to hit you with all these reminders, shaking your head like no, I won’t, as if you have full control over this when the point is losing it but you can’t now so it’s a pointless exercise and you both know it, moving away slowly like you’ve simply just changed your mind ‘later then’ said so casually with a shrug because want it to be]
Moses: [frowning back at her for frowning at you, very mature as ever, but he’s like well excuse me for trying to prepare you for this and be vaguely responsible for once, putting the thumb in his mouth when she moves away, not actually because he’s sulking that hard but to clean it off as this is clearly not a goer now, biting it sassily as she shrugs like okay then if that’s what you want]
Rio: [me like not you doing him down for actually being nice for once but you can’t help it so I should not shade you, raising your eyebrows at his sass like really? Getting out of his lap awkwardly and rearranging your clothes once again, not looking at him again and flicking the music on]
Moses: [me like that’s the last time he’ll try and be remotely grown up about anything with how hard that backfired haha, shrugging at her eyebrow raise but otherwise not acknowledging her because he’s finally starting the car and driving away from wherever the hell they’ve been for a million years]
Rio: [oh no lol, god what have you done (pink pony girl), the way you’d wanna just get out of this car but that feels a strop too far and you’re trying to be like no this is casual, this is fine so you must not be that diva, so instead you’ve got to kick back and pretend you’re just vibing to this music so much rn]
Moses: [RIP to the shop assistant who is gonna have to deal with them soon because he’s driving to the shop they talked about earlier likewise as if everything is fine and casual and we’re all buzzing for date night]
Rio: [YIKES, the way you don’t even want to get food now never mind do the whole shopping spree but you’ve got to make him driving this way make sense so you’re suggesting that you can just get the food instead now because lbr you wasted so much time there so it can be giving we’re running out of it energy]
Moses: [my boo says we simply don’t wanna think about food or pooping ever again thank you hun, the way he isn’t even listening to her though is so real, not even in a being a stubborn prick way (though it’d be understandable if she took it that way) but genuinely isn’t listening in an adhd way, he’s driving there cos that’s what they said they were gonna do and she was excited about, even if they only have 10 mins to shop, even if they get there and the shop is literally shut they’re still gonna go there because it was part of the fun plan ™ ]
Rio: [‘I’ve not got my wallet’ even though you know the plan would not be you spending your own money but you genuinely would have forgotten it as you were running out of your house to see him so impromptu like you were]
Moses: [taking his out of his pocket and throwing it into her lap, with his eyes on the road for once, because obvs I’m gonna pay, no discussion necessary]
Rio: [making the okay then noise like I guess that’s that answered, going to lay across the backseats and be on your phone because there’s clearly no conversation to be had here]
Moses: [but of course mr fickle over here wants to talk the second she decides to do that ‘let’s not play this game’]
Rio: [‘I’m not playing a game, just hardly in the mood now’ stopping typing/scrolling/whatever you were doing on your phone to speak but not looking up at him]
Moses: [‘give us your phone’ said like a dad who’s confiscating it, literally reaching his hand back so she can hand it to him because he’s clearly expecting her to]
Rio: [holding it up but not giving it to him ‘why?’]
Moses: [‘I’m intrigued what you’re in the mood to do instead’ because we’re now mad that she’s questioning it instead of handing it over immediately]
Rio: [‘I’m just texting my friends’ and showing him the screen but not giving him your phone, tone like it’s not that deep because truly just trying to distract yourself with whatever mundane drama your friends are offering in the chats right now]
Moses: [‘I’ll not tell you again, you can hand it over or you can get out of the car’ because sis we’ll make it that deep, she’s annoying him now lol]
Rio: [scoffing like are you serious as you thrust this phone at him like see for yourself]
Moses: [not you throwing her phone out the car window, slightly more dramatic than the underwear of before, the lack of chill is hilarious, she won’t find it funny though]
Rio: [when your initial reaction is to follow it so you open the door but thankfully do not just get out of a moving vehicle so you just look at him like stop the car now without shutting said door]
Moses: [do stop the car very dramatically, like a child having a tantrum, not safe at all because it’s so immediate we all know, deliberately not looking at her]
Rio: [resists urge to be dramatic and have you fully fall out of this car, go and rescue your phone even though it is almost certainly fucked and you don’t even know what to do now, just going to the side of the road so you don’t also get run over to top it all off]
Moses: [it’s this grown man driving away and leaving her there without a phone that works for me, he’ll do the parental thing of coming back when he’s decided she’s waited long enough, but still]
Rio: [oh girls, we are actually horrified]
Moses: [I’m triggered because his ‘get in the fucking car’ reminds me of jali when he was like get on the bike and Ali was like no, don’t remind me you’re related ever again thank you]
Rio: [my boo says BISGUSTING and it is, this girl will actually be crying because she’s not prepared for any of this, getting in the car and saying ‘take me home’ in the passenger seat this time but couldn’t be sitting any more on the edge away from him]
Moses: [‘don’t go crying now’ being said moodily but he is taking her home and she’d know that from the direction they’re now heading because he isn’t gonna do anything but that now that he’s taken the sec he left her there to calm down slightly]
Rio: [‘you broke my phone and then you left me’ stated plainly like there’s no need to elaborate on why I’m upset and am allowed to be]
Moses: [‘I’ll buy you a new one’ still in a huff like omg get over it as if it didn’t JUST happen]
Rio: [shaking your head like no you won’t/no thank you]
Moses: [‘why are you being like this?’ the audacity sir]
Rio: [‘I couldn’t get home without you, so I had to get in the car even though I don’t want to be anywhere near you’ spelling it out like that’s why I’m so upset because you left me with no other choice]
Moses: [‘you didn’t want to go home or be anywhere near them when you were crying over being dropped off’ as if she’s being beyond unreasonable rn when it’s in fact him]
Rio: [shaking your head like forget it because he doesn’t want to see his wrong and you aren’t about to make him]
Moses: [‘fuck’s sake’ because he got rid of her phone to make her talk to him and she’s still refusing to]
Rio: [‘you did this’ like don’t swear at me, this wasn’t my doing or idea]
Moses: [‘you pushed me, girl’ because nothing is ever his fault, oh no no]
Rio: [‘you won’t need to worry about that anymore’ like I’m going home, that’s your problem solved]
Moses: [driving more dangerously in response like fine, you wanna go home so bad I’ll get you home in record time]
Rio: [‘you already scared me’ because true and we’re in tears, you don’t need to do all this]
Moses: [again stopping the car so abruptly but this time to LOOK at her, breathing and blinking as if he’s gonna start crying about it]
Rio: [me like at least you would’ve put your seatbelt on this time so you aren’t flying across the dash lol, looking at him, for a literal second like yeah, do you get it now but saying ‘just stop’ softly when you look away again]
Moses: [‘I can’t’ with all the feeling ever despite it being said as softly because his defence is and always will be that he’s so cray because he loves her so much, he is that toxic male cliche]
Rio: [just here cradling your broken phone, having never felt more like a child in your life, shaking your head because you don’t even know how you’re meant to respond to him rn]
Moses: [giving her his phone by so gently placing it in the space she’s left by being on the edge of her seat because her sim won’t be destroyed and she can easily swap them over and do whatever she wants rn including calling someone else to come and get her if that’s what she wants]
Rio: [looking at his phone for a while, considering the pros and cons and realising that calling someone else is too much aggro because they’re going to want to know why you are where you are and you just simply can’t be bothered to try and explain this away, passing it back to him with a nod like thanks but no thanks ‘you’d only have another argument with my mammy’ like let’s just get this done]
Moses: [shaking his head like no I wouldn’t because despite how untrue that may be he means it sincerely in this moment, leaving his phone in the middle console so she can change her mind if she wants to or use it for anything else including whatever she was OG using hers for because he has no interest in using it himself rn, starting the car up again but driving the careful-est he’s capable of this time, biting his lip so he doesn’t say a million things, we all know it’s bleeding again but he’s ignoring it now]
Rio: [‘don’t hurt yourself’ patting yourself down as if you’re going to have brought tissues with you randomly but obviously you’ve not and you don’t have much hope for the glovebox either but you check nonetheless for something suitable for him to clean himself up with]
Moses: [making a scoffing noise because he could not care less rn he’s too emo about the turn of events today has taken, sir they were your own fault, if she passes him anything he will be pushing her hand away, so gently, but still]
Rio: [when you’re about to tell him to just stop then but you realise he’ll give you the same response so you catch yourself before you do, putting your hands up like fine ‘we’ll just go home and forget about it’]
Moses: [‘you’ll go home and forget about me’ like that’s what you really mean hun I’m aware, said so forlornly as if that’s the gospel truth]
Rio: [‘don’t be silly’ because even if that were the plan, would not be that simple]
Moses: [‘I’m not’ because what everyone says when they absolutely are]
Rio: [and you’ve said the same so you aren’t going to deprive him of the right, just shaking your head like no that’s not what’s going to happen and yes, you are but okay]
Moses: [‘you’re the one refusing to let me make it up to you’ like YOU’RE being silly not me]
Rio: [‘I don’t want to make up yet’ which is simplifying it a bit but it’s not a lie either so you’re going with it]
Moses: [‘if that’s how you want things to be left’ because you can’t force her here and now even though I know in my heart and soul that he’s gonna go buy her the car he promised ASAP (so probably tomorrow) and leave it for her outside Ali’s or the pub (depending on the o clock and where she’ll be) with a big bow on and that there will be a new phone in the glovebox/middle console because he can’t be told or take no for an answer]
Rio: [me like SIR, do you think you’ve not been suspicious enough lmao, she isn’t remotely at that bday where a car is a suitable present, not that it’s anywhere near her bday anyway, good LORD, giving me a heart attack just thinking about it, you wanna get caught so bad]
Moses: [just like well now you can always get home and you don’t need to get in a car with me EVER AGAIN because he’s so dramatic, we can always skip to her discovery of that whenever you want btw because we all know this car ride is gonna be a lot of awks silence]
Rio: [I will post this for us then we better sleep, sadly]
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tinygumdrops · 9 months ago
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i will definitely keep that in mind! i feel like it’s not even competitiveness but the sheer amount of stuff i need to do that’s stressing me out, but im taking it one day at a time and doing well
can i ask what clerkship is?? i dont know much specifics in the whole med school /residency/fellowship track LOL
Hi! :D So sorry for the late response. Things got a bit hectic irl ;-; But I'm really glad to hear you're doing well!
I hope it's safe to assume you're from the West---I think majority of the folks on here are. The US system is the one I'm most familiar with, so I'll try to explain using that as the basis. So once you graduate from premed, you take the MCAT and go to medical school, right? Well, med school typically lasts for four years. Unless your program is MD/PhD or MD/MBA, where they sometimes stretch into six to eight years.
Those four years are divided into pre-clinical (first two years of didactic a.k.a. MS1 and MS2) and clinical years (last two years, MS3 and MS4). After the first two years, you can take the first out of the three licensure exams, USMLE Step 1. MS3 and MS4 are your "clerkship" years. That's when you spend most of your time in hospitals and rotate under different specialties. After MS3 though there's another hurdle to overcome, and that's the second licensure exam, USMLE Step 2 CK, which tests your clinical knowledge. There used to be a USMLE Step 2 CS which was supposed to test your clinical skills but it's been discontinued since COVID.
Anyway, after you're done with that you continue MS4 with rotations in hospitals again. Around this time you'll also be applying for residency training in the specialty you want to be in. You submit your Step scores, med school grades, CV, letters of recommendation, etc. to an electronic portal which forwards them to all the residency programs you're considering, and if the program committee ~☆deems you worthy☆~, they'll extend you an invitation. Once interview season is over, you'll be able to rank the programs you like from your first choice to last, and the programs will do the same by ranking their favorite candidate to least. The electronic portal will compare the list you made with the programs', and this will determine if you guys "matched". During residency training you can take Step 3, but a few folks take it as soon as they finish med school just to get it out of the way.
Length of residency training varies per specialty and program. For comparison, Internal Medicine usually takes 3 years while Neurosurgery takes 7. Fellowship is when you do subspecialty training, and again the number of training years vary. There's also sub fellowship, where you'll be studying for the subspecialty of your chosen subspecialty (it's complicated ik the human body is a shitshow). Fellowship isn't necessary though, it really depends if you see yourself more of a specialist or a generalist. And after all that time and money and tears, you'll become an attending, which I guess is another brand of suffering on its own but at least the pay's better (???) ;-;
Anyway, that's how the US training goes. The names, years, and the cost of training definitely varies from country to country, but I find that med school -> residency -> fellowship/attending pipeline is essentially the same everywhere. Hope this gave you an idea! :D
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free--therapy · 1 year ago
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Hii it's anon!
First of all, thank you for all the kind words. You're absolutely right about me having low self-esteem. But it's like...there are times where the self-esteem spikes up and I feel arrogant almost (like if I do something worth being proud of) and then there are other times where it's at very low lol
Like you said, I've been trying to not hate myself for feeling jealous but instead focus on what I can do. I have to say that I've had times where I've let that jealousy or envy get the better of me and let it show in my actions. And I hate myself for that tbh. I hate that I could feel and even more so, act that way to someone I genuinely cherish.
I also know that since childhood I've been somewhat of a attention seeker however that turned into feeling low about myself as I grew up. Also, exactly like you said, my parents have had the same expectations from me too! In school, I had to be the best then in college, again very high expectations from me and now, they expect me to find a very good job as well. It's like the expectations never end. And while in school, it was easy for me to fulfill or even exceed their expectations but as I went to college and things started getting more challenging, it got harder for me to match what they expect from me.
In school, it was almost like, I used to feel this sense of "superiority" for being one of the top performers of the class always and I didn't even have to try hard for it back then. That changed after I started college and it was like I was thrown into reality or something. Seeing so many amazing students just made me feel like I had been completely wrong about myself my whole life and that maybe I wasn't anything special either. It's like, in school, my sense of identity came from my academic accomplishments. So to have that stripped away from me made me feel small.
I've been raised up constantly being compared to my cousins and peers and that has made me feel smaller with time. I love my family and my parents, I really do. But growing up like that, hearing those things from them has made me collect all this bottled up frustration honestly especially since they haven't fulfilled many of my needs either, so if they can be disappointed in me, I can be disappointed in them too. Granted, it's my fault that I never was vocal about my needs and wants growing up due to many reasons so maybe that's why they didn't give me what I needed. But I was young so I expected them to understand but no one did. Instead, I was the one who always had to "understand" and be the "good child" for them.
However, in trying to become that good child, all I did was ending up bottling everything up and becoming a bad child after all. Doing things just to make others notice me, being selfish, wanting others to think of me in a good way or to go to lengths so that others have a positive image of me in their minds. Making them love me and making that seem effortless. So many stupid things I've done honestly. But I still hope for the best for myself. I don't know if that makes me selfish or just human.
Anyway, these days, I've been trying to be kind to myself except it's very hard lol. I think over time, especially in the last three years, I've built a sense of guilt/shame which makes me constantly doubt my self identity whenever I try to be kind towards myself. I'm trying though.
That said, are any and all of my thoughts supposed to be this exhausting? Is this common?
I know I've been overthinking a lot in October and recently, I've just started getting kinda tired of all the constant stream of unwanted thoughts. I do try to rationalise or be mindful of them without judgement but many times, I end up labelling them as "bad" or "problematic" thoughts or end up sort of giving into the anxiety and sort of believing in what these thoughts seem to tell me.
And honestly, my head hurts from all the constant rumination and I've had enough of these thoughts. So I just sleep it off. I've noticed that my sleep schedule has been very bad recently (sleeping late, waking up late) and I've been sleeping more than usual. And most importantly, I've been feeling very on energy and tired a lot of times despite not doing anything the whole day.
I know a huge part of this has to do with the anxiety and overthinking and on top of that, I don't really have anything going on in my life right now since I'm home most of the time, so there's nothing much to keep mind engaged. I've just been feeling a bit like I don't have a purpose since I haven't found a job yet when most of my peers seem to already have got good jobs and seem ahead in life. It's just not the best period right now. But either way, I just don't want this to turn into a full blown depression spiral that's all.
Since I feel so tired, it's very easy to skip over small things like doing my skincare, drinking enough water and stuff. But I also know that not doing any of that stuff will just lead to more negativity for me. More than ever, I need to focus on myself and take care of myself now and so if I skip on it everyday, it's just going to make me feel worse.
So as much as I can, I'm trying to be compassionate, understanding and loving towards myself. I'm trying to take care and not believe these thoughts. As you said, it's cruel that having a good moment feels so suspicious. It's as if being happy for a day or two makes me question if things really are okay, if I'm really okay? Which just leads to thoughts coming up and I end up in a bit of a spiral. So having peaceful moments is just another trigger for an overthinking spiral too which is sad. I wouldn't wish this on anyone ever. It's pretty tiring.
Sometimes I also feel like other people who are struggling with anxiety or overthinking can overcome it only because maybe their thoughts aren't as hard or bad as mine. It's like my mind tries to convince me that my case is worse than others and that's why I can't heal even if others did. But I know that is so not true. Lol my mind keeps chattering away
But who knew thoughts can seem so real or affect my life so much? I don't want to second guess every little action of mine anymore, be it from the past or present. I want to stay and make decisions in the present and focus on right now instead of trying to obsessively ruminate over the past trying to figure out "what my xyz action meant?" When really so many of them could've meant absolutely nothing too.
I hope I can get over this with some time and patience and love. I'm trying my best to focus on the positive! Thank you for all the support 💗
Hey Anon,
Don't beat yourself for feeling jealous and letting it get the best of you. You are human and it's a natural emotion that you will experience. It's a good reminder to see certain areas that need to still be worked on and not something that should make you feel bad towards yourself.
Living up to someone else's expectations will never make you feel good about yourself because other people's expectations are usually very unrealistic and possible unattainable. At the end of the day, the only person whose opinions and expectations that really matter are your own and if they seem like they're lower than your parents, then so what?? This is about your happiness and if you feel satisfied with what you've achieved and where you've come from, then that's all that matters. Living for others will always have them moving the bar and you'll never be satisfied. You'll eventually come to realize that you're actually living for someone else's dreams and not your own. You should only be striving to seek your own approval and validation and not for your parents. Of course we all want to make our parents be proud of us, but at the end of the day, if they truly care about you and your happiness, then you have to figure out what makes you happy. Live YOUR dreams, not theirs!
That said, are any and all of my thoughts supposed to be this exhausting? Is this common?
They shouldn't be, no, but you're still working towards figuring things out, so this process will take up a lot of your energy. You will come to figure out how to expend less energy over time as you work towards quieting that voice in your mind. Again, be kind to yourself and patient if things don't happen as quickly as you'd like them to. Sometimes it's just a matter of figuring out or trying something different you've never done before.
Sometimes I also feel like other people who are struggling with anxiety or overthinking can overcome it only because maybe their thoughts aren't as hard or bad as mine. It's like my mind tries to convince me that my case is worse than others and that's why I can't heal even if others did. But I know that is so not true.
Honestly, a lot of people are not facing their fears and are actually trying to escape their mind with distractions, so it seems like everything is okay with them, but they're actually in avoidance. You're doing way better than these people who are usually in denial that they have anything wrong with them, so as much as it feels like you're struggling, you're brave enough to go into the battlefield of your mind to figure out how to win this war in your mind.
You absolutely will overcome this anon. You're doing way better than you realize and a lot better than your peers, even if it may feel like that's not the case. Keep going, okay!? ❤
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