#its so important to me that you know in my heart he has beautiful big brown eyes

[rieldraws]

Hello spider noir fans

Hello furry fans

Textless version under the cut:

I've been doing fursonas for characters I'm attached to, however I've been losing my mind discussing this guy with @canary-song and having the time of my life he is so weird and tragic and this version of him is heavily based on it's one! (And a stray cat I feed sometimes who's got so many scars his little face looks like its full of white hairs)

Put a lot of thought into his weird spider biology and that turned out in him not being an exact replica of other versions of him, but I thought the spider-senses and powers being more biologically based thanks to the spider god would be fun!

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about them watching a 'Nam documentary and Wade keeps pointing out guys like "Do you know him?"

"No."

"What about him?"

"No wade."

"Oh! What about that guy? He looks important."

Until eventually Logan DOES recognize someone and perks up like an adopted senior dog seeing it's past owner.

"Oh.. Oh my god.. That's fucking Boot!"

Wade gets excited and is like "Yeah!! Boot- wait whos boot? Tell me about Boot you old beautiful beast of a man."

He starts talking about this bunkie he had while Wades kicking his feet and litsening bc no duh he loves hearing these weird stories and suddenly he stops and is like "Holy shit- that's ME" and sure enough on the screen is Boot and Logan in the back of a truck, reloading a very large gun.

"Why's he called boot?"

"Because he was an amputee so he only ever needed one boot."

"That's.. really sad actually."

"It was hilarious at the time... Anyway.. dosn't matter. He's probably super dead by now anyway."

Afterwards, seeing how bummed out this made him, Wade uses that big brain of his and his annoying mouth to actually FIND Boot (Whos real name is Carl) and as a suprise takes Logan to a nursing home to see a really old Boot.

As great as the gesture is and how happy Logan was for those first couple of days, It soon dawns on Wade that Oh shit... Boots going to die eventually and its going to break Logans heart. What has he done? So now hes emotionally conflicted because yes, Logan was ecstatic to see him but Logan isn't dumb. The mans 83 for god sake.

To be continued..

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part VII

*inhales aggressively* VESSEL CHAPTER!!!!!! FINALLY!!!! Reader has a talk with the boys about what exactly happened with the night's kissing incident, after so much time of him being a bit distant towards reader Vessel decides to let his softer side show, plus more moments with III because I'm in love with him and I can't help myself sorry not sorry hehe I can't wait to know what you all think of this chapter thank you all so much for all the wonderful comments. If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: discussion of boundaries, proposals of a polyamorous relationship (I tried my best to make it realistic but I, myself, am not polyamorous), fluffy stuff per usual. NOT PROOFREAD

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Part VI - Part VIII

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The sight before you almost made you want to laugh. The four grown men that sat in various seats around your living room almost resembled a group of school kids waiting anxiously outside the principal's office. “I’m sorry.” III was the first of them to speak up.

“No, if anything I should be the one apologizing.” II quickly follows, both of them unable to even look in your direction.

“I’m not upset at either of you, I’m just… confused.” You respond softly.

“It started off as simple crushes; me, IV, III, Ves.” You noticed Vessel’s shoulder tense as he was dragged into this conversation as well. “We all think you’re beautiful-”

“And very sweet.” III adds on. You can’t help the subtle smile that finds its way to your lips at their compliments.

“We could tell things had gotten a little more serious between you and III so we all decided to back off. But, I can’t lie to you,” II chuckled, “I’m a very jealous man. So when someone tries to keep me from what I want I don’t typically respond the best.”

“And I don’t feel right asking you to commit solely to me when you clearly have feelings for II, as well.” III adds his piece. You found it odd, there was no anger in his voice at the thought of you with his friend. “I guess what we’re trying to say is, um…” he trails off, looking to II as he searches for the right words to say.

“How would you feel about dating all of us?” Vessel breaks the thick tension with his blunt question. You felt like all of the air had been punched from your lungs, your heart jumping into your throat as your head snapped in his direction.

“Vessel, you can’t phrase it like that!” IV groans from his spot on your couch, dropping his head into his hand.

“What? She's a big girl, you don't need to beat around the bush.”

“Dating… dating all of you?” You finally mutter after a few moments of shocked silence.

“Obviously only if you're comfortable with that.” III stands from his seat, slowly stepping closer to you. “You don't have to say yes to any of this. It doesn't matter if you want to date only me, or if you would be okay dating all of us. Hell, after dropping this on you, there's a chance you might not want to see any of us ever again.” You didn't miss the nervousness that laced its way into his laughter. III was genuinely scared that this was going to fully push you away. “But, it's about what you want, that's the important part.”

“And you're all okay with this?” You would be lying if you tried to say you didn't find the offer very appealing. Every member of the group that sat before you drew you to them in one way or another, they were definitely an attractive bunch to put it lightly; III with his subtle intensity, who was always making you laugh, II who would turn you into a flustered mess with his sweet words, IV who’s easily excitable nature and blind confidence when it came to complimenting you made your heart thrum in your chest, Vessel who lets his hand linger on your waist as he maneuvers around you doing restock days, who holds your gaze for perhaps a little longer than necessary when wishing you goodbye at night. But, could you really handle four relationships? 

“The way we see it, we’d rather share you with others who we know are going to take good care of you than to be forced to hold our tongues about how we feel about you.” II explains.

“I…” you trail off as you look between the four of them. “I need some time to think.” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke.

“Of course.” Vessel responds. Without another word II, III, and IV stood, quietly said their goodbyes to you and left your apartment. Vessel hung back for a moment, waiting for III to fully shut the door behind him before breathing out a sigh. “I'm sorry that all of this happened the way it did. I kept telling them to wait to bring it up.” His gaze drops to you, who was silently fidgeting with your fingers as you leaned against the wall.

“I can always tell them to back off, love.”

“No, you don't have to do that.” You brush him off. “It's nothing to do with any of you, you're all incredible. It's just- it's me, that's what the problem is.” You tried to force a laugh to prove to Vessel that you were fine, his unchanging expression let you know immediately that he saw right through you. “You're all so wonderful, and the fact that you would be willing to make such a huge compromise.” You stare through the slits of his mask, believing you were meeting his eyes. “What if it's not worth it?”

You didn't have time to register what was happening before Vessel was in front of you, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I know I might not be as… prominent with my acts of affection as the others.” He pulls back slightly, one large hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as your eyes instinctively rise to look at him. “But, considering II put things out in the open, I need you to know that I care for you viscerally.” The soft growl that found its way into his voice made your cheeks grow warm. “I don't want you to feel pressured into anything you don't want, but I need you to understand that there has not been a single moment since I met you that would make me think any of this wasn't worth it.” You blink slowly as a hand comes to rest on the top of your head, comfortingly patting the spot. “Would it be alright if I came and checked in tomorrow?” You nod, reluctantly letting your hands fall away from their position pressed against his chest as he stepped back, his warmth fading away with it.

“Goodnight, Ves.” Your voice cracked slightly as you tried to keep your overwhelming emotions in check.

“Goodnight love, rest well.”

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You watched the second hand on the clock tick, bringing you closer to when Vessel would usually make his nightly supply runs. You hadn’t managed to sleep at all the night prior, tossing and turning as you played through every scenario you could think of as you made your decision. At the sight of the familiar pick up truck rumbling into the lot you felt your heart race. “This is it.” You muttered out loud to the empty store. “No going back now.” He poked his head through the door before fully entering.

“You still open?” He offers you a playful smile.

“No, but for you I'll make an exception.” You giggle in response. He slowly steps inside and approaches the counter.

“How’d thinking on things go?” He rests his elbows on the counter, bringing him closer to face level with you.

You set a hand down on the counter, Vessel cautiously reaching out to take it in his own. He hesitates for a moment, his hand drawing back slightly as if he was preparing to pull away. His fingers were rough against the soft skin of your hand when he finally decided to take his, his thumb running languidly across the peaks and valleys of your knuckles as he waited patiently for your response. “I want to take things slow… but the thought of having all of you to myself is a little too good to pass up.” He breathes out a chuckle, flashing you a sharp smirk that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Is that so?” He mulls over how to respond to your statement for a moment. “How about I make us dinner and we can sit down and talk about how slow you want to take things, just so we can make sure everyone is on the same page.”

“You want to cook me dinner?” You shoot him a playful smile. “Is it going to be edible?” He bellows out a laugh in response.

“You're funny, you know I've been told I'm a wonderful cook.” He points an accusatory finger at you, standing up to collect what ingredients he needed from around the store. “Just you wait and see, this is going to be the best damn meal you've ever eaten.”

The whole thing was a bit strange in the best way. If he hasn't told you so directly you would've sworn that Vessel thought of you as little more than an acquaintance. But now, you were sitting on your kitchen counter, a glass of white wine swirling around in your hand, rolling your eyes playfully at all of Vessel’s terrible jokes as he made the two of you dinner. He asks you where you keep your plates, you easily reach into the cabinet behind you and produce a pair, holding them out to him with a soft smile. He carefully plates the pasta he made, penne with bacon and spinach and some type of cream sauce he had pulled together with odds and ends from your pantry. “It smells incredible.” He saunters in front of you, trapping you on the counter by placing a hand on either side of your waist.

“And here you were questioning my culinary skills.” He feigns a hurt tone before a soft chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Come on beautiful, let's go eat.” He pulls away from you, your body trailing after his warmth. You pad your way into the living room, Vessel close behind as he carries your plate for you. You sat close together on the couch, angling yourself to better face him. “So, define slow.” He jumps in immediately.

“Let me at least get a couple bites in.” Vessel can't help but smile at your teasing tone. “I just… I don’t know. This is all so different I don't think I can really tell you what going slow even means.”

“Well, I can assure you that all of us care a lot about how you feel during all of this.”

“And I know that.”

“I think you're worried about more than just taking things slow, love. What's on your mind?” The softness to his tone immediately lulled your anxious mind into a sense of safety.

“I'm worried about things developing quicker in certain relationships than others, I just don't want that to cause any of you to fight.” You absentmindedly twisted your fork around in your fingers, studying it as you tried to put into words what was racing through your mind.

“That might happen, but if it does it's alright. Unfortunately that's just something we have to deal with.” He chuckles. “There's no doubt in my mind that you would be more comfortable moving a bit quicker with III than you would with me, he started flirting with you from the start. We all know that you're in various stages of getting to know us, we're more than willing to give you time to figure all of that out.” Hearing him being so reassuring made the heaviness weighing in your chest lighten considerably. “Is there anything else I can do to ease that pretty little head of yours?” You slowly shake your head no before pausing. You looked at the man before you, swallowing thickly as you mulled over an idea. Vessel was an enigma to you even after months of knowing him. He was aloof, quiet, but the few rare instances he let part of his personality break through you could tell just how wonderful he could really be.

“Dance with me?” The question hung in the air for a moment before Vessel wordlessly rose to his feet.

“I will warn you, I'm not much of a dancer.” He chuckles, outstretching his hand for you to take. His palm was warm against your fingertips; the smudged edges of his paint were a stark contrast to the pale skin underneath.

“What a shame, neither am I.” You giggle in response before he pulls you to your feet. He looks around the room, making a small sound of affirmation to himself before pushing your coffee table out of the way to open up the space. You walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room, clicking on your radio and letting the soft tune crackle to life. Vessel stood in the center of the room, hands shoved into his pockets as he waited for your return, a soft smile settling onto his lips.

“You look really beautiful today.” He says softly, one strong arm reaching out for you and wrapping around your waist when you were within reach. Your fingers intertwine with his, Vessel watching carefully as each delicate digit slotted between his own. Your cheeks grow warm as you timidly accept the compliment. You had never been this close to Vessel before, feeling the way his muscles tensed and shifted under the hand that rested on his shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. You were unable to tear your eyes away from him, the intricate detailing along the edge of his mask highlighting how wide and bright his smile was as he gazed down at your flustered form. The music you had turned on was non existent at this point, the only thing mattering at this point in time was Vessel finally allowing you the briefest glimpse inside his walls. You managed to trip over your own feet, yelping slightly as you stumbled into him. “Easy now, I got you.” He chuckles, helping to steady you on your feet. “If you're going to faint at least wait until I kiss you for the first time.” He jokes

“Already thinking about kissing me, huh?” You smile coyly

“It'd be hard not to with a pretty face like that.” You let out a flustered laugh, your eyes dropping to the floor. You jumped when there was a sudden knock on the door. You reluctantly pull out of Vessel’s grasp, his fingers trailing across your waist as he tries to remain connected to you until the last possible moment. You slowly open the door, not knowing who to expect on the other side so late. You froze when your eyes landed on III, who was nervously swaying his heels on the creaky wooden landing outside. The moment he realized you had answered he immediately began to ramble.

“I'm sorry, I know you said you needed time to think and I absolutely respect that. I just, I know we kissed, and if you decide you don't want to go through with this I don't want it to make things weird-”

“III.” His mouth snaps shut as you softly say his name. You look back into your living room, Vessel’s head rested in his hand, he seemed mildly annoyed to be interrupted. Not knowing how to respond, you simply pushed the door wide open, III’s attention immediately drawn to Vessel. “We were actually just talking about that.” His eyes widen slightly, his gaze switching between you and his friend.

“Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt-”

“I was just leaving, actually.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. You turn to face him as he walks up to you. He cradles your face in his hand, “tonight was wonderful, I hope we get to do this again soon.” He swipes his thumb across your cheek, leaving a thin black streak in its wake. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Ves.” You respond breathlessly. You turn to face III, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before reaching out and taking his hand, tugging him inside your apartment. His eyes stay locked on you as he follows you through the door, shutting it quietly behind him. “I really enjoyed, um… kissing you last night was really nice.” You let out a flustered laugh. “I don’t want you to worry that you made things weird.”

He chuckles, “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He stuffs his hand in his pockets, shifting his weight awkwardly. “I hope that talk you guys were having was a good one.”

“I think you’ll be very satisfied with the outcome.” You giggle. He gazes at you curiously, the usual playful sparkle back in his eyes when he realized he hadn’t scared you off.

“Is that so?” He saunters closer to you, his towering height and intense gaze threatening to make your knees buckle. “You let me know if any of this is moving too fast, okay?” He says sweetly, gently cupping your jaw.

“Okay.” You smile up at him. He trails his thumb over your bottom lip, his bright blue eyes darting around your features as he drank in the sight of you.

“You are simply gorgeous, love.” He whispers after a moment of silence.

“You flatter me too much.” Both hands slide around your waist, gently pulling you flush against him.

“I'm only telling my girl the truth.” He smiles. Your eyes flash up to meet his, the declaration of being his girl making your heart flutter in your chest. “Well, it seems like we have the night to ourselves. What would you like to do?” Wordlessly you take one of the hands that had settled against the curve of your hip, guiding him towards your couch. You threw on a movie, something mindless that you didn't need to pay attention to. Tonight was about spending time with III. No distractions, no hidden feelings, just you and someone who made you feel like a girl experiencing her first crush all over again. III takes you in his arms, laying back and pulling you on top of him in the process. One arm resting comfortably behind his head, the other slung over your waist as the two of you cuddled in a comfortable silence. “You know, I was really worried all of this would make you never speak to me again.” He speaks up after a while through a quiet chuckle.

“I was definitely a bit nervous about the idea, still kind of am if I'm being honest.” You laugh softly, absentmindedly tracing shapes against the soft material of his sweatshirt on his chest. “But, none of you have given me any reason not to trust you, so despite being nervous I feel like this is the right choice.”

“How you feel about this is very important to me, okay? If there's ever anything I can do for you love, just let me know.” He rubs his hand soothingly up and down your back, keeping you pressed close to him almost as if he was scared if he let you go you'd disappear. The two of you stayed up talking late into the night; you learned that III is more of a cat person than a dog person, his favorite color is red, and he would willingly disappear into the woods without a trace if it meant never folding laundry again. “It's such a dumb concept, I'm going to put the damn clothes on anyways. Why do they have to be folded and put away?” You hid your face against his shoulder, trying to hide the fact you had tears forming in your eyes from laughing so hard. You look up at him with a bright smile, the tangent dying in his throat as his eyes meet yours. He slowly sits himself up on his elbows, your body responding as it gradually slid into his lap. One of his hands pressed into the small of your back, keeping you held as close to him as possible, the other moving to cup your cheek.

“I haven't been able to stop thinking about kissing you since last night.” You admit in a tone barely above a whisper.

“Trust me, I wasn't doing much better.” He chuckles, his gaze briefly flashing down to your lips. “Everything about you… everything about you is just so perfect, and for the life of me I can't figure out why you give me the time of day.”

“Because you make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world.” Your voice shook as you spoke, you could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears and you were nearly positive that III could hear it too.

“Because you are the only girl in the world for me.” He admits without a second thought. “I haven't been able to get last night out of my head. Of course I want to kiss you again, but this time I want to kiss you and mean it.” Trembling fingers rose to the edge of his mask, glancing up at him through your lashes asking for silent permission to raise his mask enough to kiss him. He nods, studying your nervous expression as you gently took the edge of the fabric and raised it to just below his nose. Your breath was snatched from your lungs as III crushed his lips against yours, your mind immediately swimming in the overwhelming sensation that was him. His lips subtly sweet as he eased your mouth open, his tongue carefully caressing yours, making sure to take things at a bear agonizing pace in order for you to be able to back away at any time. Your hands slid up his torso, III shivered under your delicate touch. You felt lightheaded as the kiss took over your senses; the euphoric feeling of his warm lips against yours, the deep, earthy smell of his cologne, his massive hand kneading at the softness of your hip. You both pulled away equally breathless, your hands coming up to his mask in order to readjust it into place before he had a chance to.

“I think you definitely meant it this time.” You giggle, your forehead falling to rest against his.

“There's going to be plenty more where that came from.” He winks playfully at you.

III decided to leave you for the night when you could barely keep your head up anymore. He scoops you up in his arms. You grumble in annoyance despite the fact you immediately begin to nuzzle your face against his chest. “Where are we going?” You ask through a yawn.

“I’m taking you to bed sweetheart, you need to rest.” He chuckles.

“-’m not tired.” You try to protest, your actions only make him laugh again before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Says the woman who can’t keep her eyes open.” You could hear his smile in his voice.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You admit softly.

“I know love, but you have a store to run, I’m afraid I’ve kept you up more than I already meant to.” He carefully maneuvers himself so he’s holding you in one arm, pulling back your blankets with his now free hand. He lays you gently into bed, his knuckles trailing across your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” His head dips down, allowing you to share one more chaste kiss before he left you to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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[remembering-angels]

His ultraviolence (18+)

Arranged merriage with Tommy shelby

Synopsis - the niece of alfie solomons marries alfie's cold-hearted gangster friend, tommy shelby.

(Based on a prompt I saw on character.ai, but the writing is my own entirely!!!)

I am writing in first person because writing in second person confuses me as a non native English speaker.

(Content- car sex (in public), misogynistic 1920s stuff, tommy is being mean ,you are reading a story about a gangster,dubcon, fluff ending )

First ever smut ,nobody bully me.

My uncle alfie solomons the leader of the Jewish gangs I London was a harsh and strict boss offering deal or death sort of buisness partnerships, to me though he was a good uncle, spoiled me and doted on me as much as he could, maybe that's why I never grew out of fairytales about princes and princesses. "Come come here my beautiful dove, come sit with uncle alfie, let's chat shall we" uncle alfie calls me to his office, I nervously bite my lip, alfie never wanted me to be a part of the buisness ,I wonder why he summons me now. "Uncle?" I come in to his office confused when suddenly I notice beyond the cloud of cigarette smoke sits a man,in a dark three piece suit, I had to admit my breath almost stopped ,he was handsome, too handsome to sit in a dusty "bakery " office, his blue cold eyes stared in to my soul it seems. "Lovely Lovely yes sit next to uncle" mumbles alfie summoning me to him,I sit nervously next to him, I seemed even more small next to alfies big frame and even more ridiculous sitting between two gang bosses in a pink and white dress.

"Darling this is tommy shelby ,he is a good friend of mine yes very good friend and he recently lost a wife" he takes off his glasses and turns to me "he needs a new wife" ,I look at him confused where this is going, alfie always had a way to talk and talk around his points, perhaps it's his defence mechanism. "Alfie get to the point " the man with the blue eyes finally speaks up, his voice gruff and commanding ,how dare he command alfie like that ,but alfie doesn't seem phased at all. "Oh yes yes right ,my point is,I offered mr shelby here your hand in marriage, now I know its a big change but he is a strong ally and this union will be beneficial for us both and for the buisness " alfie says ,looking at tommy again as if looking for reassurance, tommy doesn't answer ,he barely even blinks.

"W..what" I say confused, I knew women didn't have much say in the gangster world but alfie just offering me up to his friends was a hit to the gut. "Uncle!" I say again shocked, looking between tommy and alfie, "now don't make a scene love, thomas is good buisness man and a very dear friend, I am sure you'll be fine" ,my jaw almost drops at this, if tommy is such a great guy why doesn't alfie marry him instead huh. Alfie shifts uncomfortably in his chair, even his bubbly and loud personality couldn't save everyone in the room from the tension that was slowly getting more and more tense. "Uncle ..this is so sudden I dont-" alfie touched his beard in annoyance "Now darling this union is VERY important for me ,if you refuse I'll be very upset " alfie always sugarcoated everything with me ,lucky for me tommy didn't "if you refuse ,I'll break this partnership and start a war in London " he says in his trademark detached and cold voice. My heart sank, it was straight up blackmail .

It was not a happy occasion as alfies men put my entire life in boxed to be shipped off to bermingam, it was not a happy occasion despite alfie happily kissing me on the cheek and sending me off in to Tommy's car "you two have fun alright, I'll see you in the wedding, be a good girl love" alfie kisses me again, tommy rolls his eyes as he starts the car "bye alfie" he says almost happy to be going home finally. I was shocked at how much trust alfie and tommy put in each other, does alfie seriously trusts tommy that much to give out the closest he has to a daugher just like that?

The ride to bermingam was silent,silent enough for me to memorise by heart the way the engine moves ,the sound it makes, "so..is your name tommy or thomas" I finally try to break the ice ,"thomas but we are getting marries so tommy is fine" his answer was cold and short, he barely looked at me. "I see...um do you have a big family..tommy" I ask nervously. "Yes, I have 3 brothers, Arthur, finn, john and a sister eda..there is aunt polly too ,you'll meet her soon" his voice grown a bit softer talking about his family ,it was endearing. "A..are you all gypsies then?" I ask trying to find any way to continue the conversation that seems to be holding on only thanks to my talking. "Yes, we all live in caravans and practice witchcraft" he smirks, the sarcasm in his voice wasn't lost on me. I laugh,the kind of polite laugh you give a stranger when you don't know what to say "I see" ,I look in to the green fields before me as the car keeps rolling.

After some more minutes of tortured silence ,finally he decides to speak "are you a virgin?" He asks bluntly ,no shame in his voice, I blush ,looking at him wide eyed "is that the first thing you ask me?" A hint of shock in my voice, "you are my future wife " he says again with no shame. "You don't even want to know my interests? Hobbies? Favourite book?" My voice a tone of scolding to which tommy raises an eyebrow, looking at me finally for the first time during our ride "this is a buisness arrangement sweetheart, not a date, and I sure do have the right to know if my wife is a virgin or not" he answers sternly ,causing goodbumps to run down my spine. "Well you don't.. you don't have the right" I cross my arms in protest at his rudeness which causes tommy to let out a chuckle "I think I have my answer then" he says in a matter of fact "my lovely new virgin bride, lucky me eh" he teases ,the way he could get from cold and emotionless to humorous and playful was a bit jarring to say the least. "I..I'm not a virgin " why did I say that ,of course he was right but my head was spinning and alfie threw me to the wolves so I had to not seem as innocent as I probably looked.

"Not a virgin eh" tommy says skeptically, looking me up and down he suddenly drives off the road ,parking his car at a nearby tree grove, "let's fuck then " ,my eyes widen and my hands begin to feel cold "shouldn't we...wait to our wedding night " my throat feels dry,why did I lie about it, stupid me. Tommy narrowed his eyes "one of those girls eh, good girls who wait for their wedding night" his blue eyes were staring right through and inside me, nothing was hidden from him.. "Yes.. " I squirm under his gaze, "you are lying to me. I do not appreciate it" he shook his head ,his voice returned to the trademark detached tone "you are a shelby now, and there are rules,you don't lie to me" he raised his finger and then sighed again "I.. " the words get stuck in my throat, "get out of the car" he orders, a clear command, something told me not to break,I open the passenger car door with trembling hands and climb out ,shortly after he gets out of the car too and opens the back seat car door, "bend over the seat" he takes out a cigarette and rubs it between his lips.

"What? Why?" I take a small step back ,"you are gonna lie to me about being a virgin then you are gonna get fucked like an experienced woman, bend." He says nonchalantly, making my shiver again. "Couldn't this wait for a bed?" I look at the back seat covered in black leather . Tommy takes another smoke of his cigarette, a moment of silence and then him grabbing me by my jaw pinning me to his car "I told you,you are my property now, everything belongs to me and I'll take it anywhere I damn please, don't make me repeat myself " he warns ,I let out a shaky breath and a gasp as he lets go of my jaw, I can't cry ,not now. "You can't treat me like this, my uncle won't stand for it" I said trying to regain a bit of control, "you think I am afraid of alfie?" He asked in a mocking tone "I'm your husband"

With that he spins me around and bends me to the seat, the humiliation rose to my cheeks as he started touching my behind, slow circular motion and then, SLAP, I gasp, the sound of his palm smacking my ass was echoing, I gasp and whimper ,trying to hold on to the car seat, "this was for lying" he says, and this ,he pulls down my baby blue chemise , the cool air hits my bare parts ,making me gasp ,he brings a hand to my folds "hm i might believe you aren't a virgin after all, getting so wet already eh ,like a true whore" I blush "tommy please not here please" I beg him ,which causes his to press his fingers in to my sensitive bundle of nerves "alfie is such a fool, giving something so innocent to me" he says in dark amusment, playing with my sensitive knots and entering a finger inside me, "hmm tight like a virgin, why would you lie about something so easily checked?" ,"I..I don't know it was a spar of the moment" I say through humiliating tears.

"Don't cry,you brought this on yourself " he says in a cold detached voice ,a sound of a zipper is heared ,I dig my nails in to the car seat and enters ,slowly at first, positioning himself "you know I wanted to be gentle for your first night, but I think you enjoy being bent over and fucked more" ,I blush harder as he says it,my head is spinning, "tom it hurts" I cry out as he starts breaking through the thin layer of maidnehood "isn't it romantic your husband taking your virginity, isn't that what girls like you want" he asked as he starts moving inside me,picking up the pace which each thrust . "Not like this" I sob, "like what hm? What did you imagine tell me" he picks up the pace even more as I try to form a coherent sentence, "let me guess a nice man and a nice slow fuck, sorry love you married a gangster" his pace quickens even more to my gasp and moans, I almost forgot we were at a tree orchad ,the feeling of him stretching me is the only thing i can focus on, "tommy" I moan more ,he leans his body over me ,brushing the hair from my face "you'll be such a good wife, I am going to fuck a baby in you ,you want that hm? " I whimper and moan until he finally releases inside me ,I let out a shaky moan and a gasp ,he pulls out and zips himself up.

With shaky legs I climb off the seat ,I look like a baby deer as I try to stand on my shaky legs, he stands by the tree looking at me, taking a cigarette out and puffs a cloud of smoke. I look at him slightly fearfully. "Well you are not a liar anymore " he takes another puff or his cigarette, I look like I am about to cry "do you smoke" he asks, "n..no" I say my voice still shaky. "Drink whiskey?" ,"sometimes" ,"ride horses?" "No" he looks to the side annoyed, "so all you do is day dream about fairytale?" ,"sometimes ".

"Come here" he says ,his voice more gentle now, "I am not the kind of man you dream about, not some actor with a nice smile or Prince charming, I am a bad man and I do bad things, so I'll give you a choice, run back to your uncle or stay" I look at him wide eyed, my legs still shaky from his use, the way he said "stay" tugged at my heartstrings, it almost sounded desperate, raw, almost sounded like he was begging, " if you stay, If you stay you'll be cursed" he looked away ,a hint of pain in his voice, he lookes behind me as if he is seeing ghosts. "I'll stay" I say silently, I don't know why.i don't know why,I said it. he made me cry. My heart broke when I looked in to his mesmerizing ice blue eyes, the sadness in them ,could make me forget everything and hold him for hours ,but it wasn't love, no not yet, not the love that a young girl dreams of, a fairy tale sort of love with Prince charming, instead there is a cold gangster with a red right hand ,a blood he will never wash off him and a sadness planting its roots in his core so deep his blue eyes can never hide it. "Fine..stay" he says again ,walking to his car with me,I sit back in to the passenger seat, tommy looks at me more softly now "well be home soon, you can rest, the wedding can be in a week, buy yourself a nice dress" ,I lay my head on the seat closing my eyes.

[formulamar]

she’s a ferrari - part 3

charles leclerc x yn!ferrari

fc: addison rae

summary: as a child, the great-grand daughter of Enzo Ferrari used to spend her weekends hanging around the paddock. but once she went off to university her appearances became rare. what happens when she starts working for Ferrari? and... one of the drivers steals her heart.

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charles_leclerc: I gave absolutely everything today. Thank you so much for everything. Thank you for the support throughout the whole season. It's been a tough one and I already can't wait to be in 2024 to be hopefully fighting for wins again ❤️

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ynferrari: finally gradu-ATE-ed!!!!! big thank you to my family, my friends and to beautiful London!!! you've treated me so well. can't wait for this next chapter, but its painfully bittersweet to close out this one. 🎓💐🤍

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-> ynferrari: you're my inspiration 🥲

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ynscousin: CONGRATULAZIONI YN 🍾 also how did you get rid of your jet lag so fast?

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Rumor has it that various f1 drivers attended YN Ferrari's graduation party in London on December 9th. Guests included Fernando Alonso, Carlos Sainz, Mick Schummacher, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Lance Stroll, George Russel and YN's rumored boyfriend Charles Leclerc. Susi and Toto Wolff were also in attendance. Witnesses state that YN and Charles held hands, danced and conversed throughout the whole evening.

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formulaamar 🎬: i wanted to get this out way earlier than i was able to but i couldn’t because school started again for me 🙄 and ive been busy with that but here’s part 3!!! this was supposed to be the last part but i decided why not add a little more hehe 😇 remember to comment if you wanna be on the taglist!!! ALSO ITS FINALLY RACE WEEK AGAIN LETS GO LETS HOPE FOR FERRARI FIXED THEIR FREAKING CAR 🥰

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Lady in Waiting-Part Seven// King Hal

Warning: secret relationship

"It was so kind of Hal to take you out riding. It shows great character in a King to take the time to make a servant's day." Sophia said to you that evening. She sighed contentedly. She never did realize how her comments could be received in a condescending or pompous way.

You were helping her getting ready to retire to bed for the night. You had the heart of a wonderful man, and he had yours in return. Therefore, her words did not disrupt your happiness on this day.

You smiled to yourself, thinking of the things you and Hal had done that afternoon. "It made my year, really." you admitted to your lady, but it was not the truth in its entirety. The day with the horses, out in the open of the beauty of the countryside, and then making love to Hal for the first time, it had meant the world to you. So much more than a day, or even a year. But you could not say that to the woman Hal was to marry the very next day.

Sophia seemed satisfied with the way you replied to her. She stepped into her nightgown, turned for you to tie the garment for her. "I could not have asked for a better husband." she cooed. "Can you truly believe it, y/n? I am to be married to a King tomorrow. I am going to be Queen. This is everything I have ever dreamed of."

"I am happy for you, my lady." you lied, but put on the best front you could muster. "It will be a beautiful day indeed."

"Oh, yes! Everything will be perfect!" she nearly shrieked. With a delighted huff, she hopped into her plush bed, waited for you to pull the covers over her. She did not exert herself in your presence.

You all but tucked the future queen into bed, then you said, "Sleep well, my lady. It is a big day tomorrow, and you'll want your beauty sleep."

"Goodnight, y/n. The next time you see me, I will be just a few breaths from becoming Queen of England." she smiled so dreamily. You had no doubt, in that moment, that she was picturing her perfect life, raising children and ruling the country with her new husband.

..........

As you left Sophia's bed chamber, you could not help but take some delight in having a secret from her. She had never been directly cruel to you, but absentmindedly. In the mind of the Princess, she was more important than you in every way. You were the servant, and she highborn. But you had true love. It just so happened to be with the man Sophia was to marry, the man she so desperately wanted to desire her. But he did not, and he never intended to.

You were surprised to find one of Hal’s noblemen standing at your bedroom door. It seemed that he was waiting just for you, as his eyes widened a bit when he noticed you approaching.

“Milady, I hope I did not startle you, but I bring a message from the King.” the young man said to you.

You frowned, what was Hal up to? “What is the message?” You felt your heart pounding as you began to worry. All of the things that could have gone wrong spun through your mind.

"The King asks you for discretion, he says you will understand. He also asks you to join him in his bed chamber."

You were not expecting this. What if something has happened. Did someone find out about the two of you? "Are you certain no one else will know about this?" you asked the man.

"Yes, of course, milady. The King and I were alone when he asked this of me."

"Alright, I will meet with him." You agreed, trying to calm yourself as you were lead to Hal's wing of the castle.

.......

The guard let you into Hal's room. You were overwhelmed at how large it was. The bed stood tall and looked incredibly soft. But the room was dark and moody, and humidity hung in the air. Hal lay in the large tub, brimming with hot water near the window.

He turned his head to look at you, his gaze softened immediately. His naked chest and shoulders were damp with steam from the water of his bath. "Get in the tub this instant, my darling girl." he instructed, a tired smile on his lips.

"Is everything well, my Lord?" you questioned.

"Of course it is. Now take your clothes off before the water gets cold, y/n." your King seemed mildly agitated at your reluctance.

"I was worried someone found out about today." you took off your robe.

"No, no, I will not let that happen. Please do not worry." He watched you remove the rest of your clothes, grinning softly.

You gingerly gripped the edge of the tub, stepping into the water, the heat nearly shocked you, "Oh, I do not believe you are in any danger of this water running cold."

Hal let out a chuckle, and laced his arms around you under the water, pulling your back to his chest. "I apologize for worrying you. I only wanted to spend my last night as a single man with the woman I love." He gave your body a snug squeeze.

“Hal, you can be so endearing.” you leaned back into his embrace, resting the back of your head on his shoulder.

“Please do not tell anyone. It is only for you.” he then kissed you on temple.

After getting out of the bath, Hal wrapped a warm towel around you, giving you an onslaught of kisses after.

“I’ve instructed the guard to retrieve you at sunrise and escort you back to your bedroom. No one will know a thing.” he promised. “I love you, y/n. This wedding does not change a thing.”

“It does for Sophia. You must know that she admires you a great deal. She would be so broken if she knew about us.”

“She will never know. I will give her a child, as I am required to, and she will be happy enough.”

“Do not be unkind, Hal." you pleaded, "She may not be the warmest person, but she cannot help it.”

“I was raised the same as Sophia and yet I know how to treat people decently. I am not blind to the way she treats you.”

“She treats me well.” you said, albeit weakly.

“With rude comments, as I hear. Gossip travels fast, and I have heard about her treatment of you and many of the staff here with patronizing views.”

“Oh, really?" you pondered. "I never knew she was rude to the others. But I have heard about you also, Hal. About your drinking and fooling around outside of the palace before your father’s passing. Perhaps when you lived out in society, you were treated as an equal and learned by nature.”

Hall hummed, understanding, “I see. Perhaps, Sophia truly cannot change her ways because she knows of nothing else. She knows not of life outside of palace walls. She is of the highest realm and all she can do is treat others as they are beneath her.”

“Maybe having to raise a child will reduce her to a level of understanding of the working class. Maybe she can finally learn what respect is.”

“There is always room for improvement for everyone. Except for you, as you are already perfect.” he grinned, kissing your bare shoulder.

“Hal, no need to flatter me for I am already in your bedroom, naked.” you leaned in slowly, smirking at your man before kissing him.

.......

"You will bed her tomorrow night? In here?" you asked Hal as you settled into his lush bed together. You felt so warm under the covers with him.

"Yes." he answered, adding, "I can take her to her own bedroom, if it brings you discomfort for me to bring her in here."

"Hal, I want you to do what is most comfortable for you. It is your room, not mine."

"It will be your room." he said plainly.

"Whatever do you mean?" you asked, struck by his statement.

"Eventually, the excitement over the wedding will die down, Sophia will be with child, and I want you and I to have as normal of a relationship as possible. You will be my true wife and sleep in here with me, if you choose to. Sophia will be my wife by law, but it matters not to me."

You sighed, "All of this is so heavy and all at once."

Hal hugged you tightly, resting his chin on your shoulder, "I know. But take it at your own pace, my love. I will be here for you."

"I just wonder how Sophia would react to all of this." you admitted.

[galedekarios]

Hello, big fan of your Gale content um I just saw this post on X that really annoyed me that was a graphic saying Gale would use 3 in 1 shampoo implying he is lazy with his hygiene and that another character was more like that and it had like 6k likes and I just wonder why everyone mischaracterizes our best wizard so much? Generic male expectations? Justice for Gale. He deserved that lavender bath.

thank you for your message and kind words! 🖤

i haven't seen the post you're referring to so i can't say too much about it, but if we talk about the general concept of hygiene and personal care, in my heart i know the following truth:

gale loves his little indulgences and that includes the finer things in life, like taking long baths, perfumes, massages, and the like.

once he feels better again and has the spoons to fully appreciate it, he would have a ridiculously elaborate 13 step self-care routine, beard oils and all of that.

(we know his year of isolation likely led to him neglecting himself, given tara's repeated lines about not eating enough, as well as gale letting his beard growing out.)

in early access, he had this dialogue with the protag, about dreaming of a nice lavender scented bath:

Gale: Time is a precious gift. With time, we may even reach Baldur's Gate, a city rife with magic, wizards, scholars, and perhaps: solutions.  Player: In that case I share your optimism. Here's to the journey ahead.  Gale: And here's to your company.  Gale: Oh, I can picture it now: academies, libraries, laboratories �� the assembled knowledge of centuries that may just set us free. Better yet: soft beds, home cooked meals, and all the other little luxuries this wilderness so brashly denies us. Gods, I'd pay a king's ransom for a hot, lavender-scented bath – minstrels serenading as I close my eyes and let the water's warmth dissolve all woes. Plenty to look forward to.

this was sadly cut.

i also seem to recall another line of dialogue in early access where a companion commented on gale using a waterdhavian scent/perfume, which had woody undertones. if i can find it, i'll be sure to post about it.

but still, he still has similar lines in the full release version, like in this banter with shadowheart:

Gale: I must tell you, Shadowheart, the bathing waters here leave much to be desired. devnote: A bit know it all Gale: The ablutions offered at the Temple of Beauty in Waterdeep are far superior. And they have the most excellent soaps. devnote: A bit know it all Shadowheart: Hmm. I was wondering why you always smelled like a wealthy dowager. devnote: Teasing

bathing waters, excellent soaps and ablutions at the temple of beauty in waterdeep. the temple of beauty is a temple to the goddess sune, the goddess of beauty and passion.

"Her temples usually held social salons and displayed mirrors for use by lay parishioners. Some of them even had public baths for the local populace. Her shrines often stood on the corner of busy city streets. They would have a small ornate overhanging roof with a mirror underneath. They were used to check one's appearance while honoring Sune with prayer. Some shrines even held perfume and cosmetic items for those who could not afford such luxuries themselves." [x]

volo's waterdeep enchiridion says this in particular about the temple of beauty in waterdeep:

"If you need to refresh yourself during your travels, or perhaps to primp before an important meeting or a night out, visit Sune’s faithful at the Temple of Beauty. Its marbled public baths and mirrored salons are open from before dawn to after dusk. There’s no fee for these services, or for the advice and aid of the temple’s many pleasant attendants, but donations are encouraged."

there are some other banters & lines of dialogue in the same vein:

Player: I want to be with Gale. I'm sorry. Shadowheart: Don't be. He's charming enough, well-read and well-groomed.

there are more banters and comments like this from other companions as well (including minthara, for example), so yes, i think it's safe to say that gale is not a 3-in-1 shampoo type.

[nortsauce]

I’m gonna ask a bunch of narumistu shippers this but how do you think Iris would react seeing that happen? Also how would your dream Narumitsu wedding play out, and would pearl be invited? I just have so many questions! I also love your art!❤️❤️❤️

HELLO!!! First of all THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT you make me blush 💝

Now onto the questions. Y’all know i love to talk and answer these types of questions.

1) Iris.

I love iris and I believe that she truly wants to see Phoenix happy, and Phoenix views her as someone important to his life.

Phoenix was willing to swallow glass for her (and dahlia) and it’s hard to find someone that devoted to you. But i think they both realized that their time has passed.

Iris still holds her late sister in high regards despite everything she’s done, and Phoenix has grown up since college and become a more honest person. They both know that it wouldn’t work. Their directions in life have changed and Iris needs to do whats good for her and take some time to heal, and Phoenix needs to do what’s best for him and distance himself from the necklace incident as much as possible. But you know that will be harder to do and they still visit eachother as friends. Perhaps locked in a “in another life, perhaps”

I think Iris would be happy for Phoenix, and possibly even find a friend in Miles considering they have similar feelings of guilt. Maybe they accidentally run into eachother at group therapy and share stories!!!

NOW. ONTO THE WEDDING.

I truly and deeply believe in my heart that their wedding goes TERRIBLY.

First off, the proposal happens and Phoenix wants to propose but he keeps losing the ring due to hijinx and murder. He fears that miles is gonna get to it first, or possibly not even want to marry in the first place, but what he DOESN’T KNOW is that Miles has been TRYING to propose for SO LONG but hijinx keep interrupting him and he loses his nerve.

When they finally propose, it goes as swimmingly as you expect. Literally. They propose at the same time just exasperatedly finally and they drop their rings into a lake, only for our national hero LARRY BUTZ to jump out of the bushes where he was filming and grab both of the rings in mid air as he falls into the lake splashing them all with water.

Onto the wedding. Maya, Pearls, Franziska and Trucy create the worst team of wedding planners known to man. They all have different things set in mind. Where Maya wants to wing it, Franziska plans to perfection. Where Trucy wants to put a gag, Pearl insists on pure romance. Things get heated and it falls apart when they all separate to plan different parts of the wedding and it looks AWFUL. It ends with the venue being set on fire. The dream team then panic and have a breakdown, only for them to say “We’ve been doing this wrong. What would they want?”

They set up a beautiful venue outside, big enough to fit all of their found family. Its either near the courthouse or the gate-water hotel something sentimental and it’s almost perfect 💝

Now the ceremony goes, oh you guessed it: TERRIBLY.

Miles has worked himself into a state of pure anxiety and Phoenix has disassociated. They both can’t believe that this is actually happening. Larry is Phoenix’s best man and Gumshoe is Miles’s.

oh yeah and Kay is was Mile’s bridesmaid and Maya was Phoenix’s because they had both a best man and a bridesmaid.

I’d imagine Larry and Gumshoe go through the same exact thing that Max and Pascal went through from that one Tangled short where Eugene and Rapunzel are getting married but i can’t describe that here without just explaining the whole short so just go watch it here and imagine Gumshoe and Larry.

Anyways, the reception goes on even after “the ring fiasco 2, electric boogaloo” and then the power goes out before the ceremony completes. Screams are heard and the lights come on, and the Vicar is lying dead on the ground.

IT’S TIME FOR AN INVESTIGATION where EVERYTHING GOES AWRY. But luckily they got the best Legal and Detective minds this side of Japanifornia! So Apollo Trucy and Athena immediately hop into action. Miles and Phoenix are discussing what they saw in handcuffs, Maya and Pearl are attempting to channel anyone they can but nothing is working(?) Franziska is attempting to keep everyone in order so she can investigate and question, Gumshoe has the police force looking into it, Klavier and Blackquill are taking statements in a church confessional, Ema is taking samples, and all around it is a DISASTER: BUT

They realize after this fact that they have NEVER solved a case this fast ever.

(Turns out the Vicar had mafia connections and ex members of the clergy were planning to turn the church into a gang front but the priest wouldn't let them but took them in as his children regardless and a rival gang was involved it was a whole thing thats a story for another ask though.)

Anyways the whole thing had them thinking about all working together more often than not, and not only was a marriage planned, but more unions were planned and they had gathered new recruits to help change the law system of their country.

and then Phoenix and Miles kissed and they lived happily ever after.

All in all a disaster but it wouldn’t have gone any other way (:

[kcokaine]

You're one of the very few prominent sukuna x gojo shippers, can you please give more insight on why you love this ship so much? Like what made you think "damn they would be so good together" cuz outside of their parellels in the manga + fight, there isn't enough content about them to ship 😶 like what made it click dat it'll be a good ship

What do you think of satosugo (aka the most popular ship) and their shippers? There are also ships like sukuna x megumi and gojo x yuji which are pretty famous 😭 eek I'm talkin a lot i just wanna know your opinions on said ships

Its because Sukuna's whole theme is about love and lonliness, while Gojo's is mainly lonliness and trust issues. They are both so isolated, their personalities clash well, they both enjoy fighting, they are both total freaks. Sukuna was so mesmerized by Gojo he said he will think about him as long as he lives and its showing (he cant stfu about him in the manga still) They find solace in their mutual isolation. Sukuna finds someone who is his equal, could be his equal, not like any other. Someone who was ostricized and mistreated for their power. They can relate well. Gojo is also so not scared of sukuna, he has indominable spirit and strongwilled mind, Sukuna likes a challenge he likes that Gojo doesn't submit to him, fear him or let himself be thrown around by him. I also think Gojo doesn't fear death and after all, looking at Sukuna is like looking at the eyes of death.

Their whole dynamic is also so Ying and Yang. Its the tiger and dragon, two masses, one is sky one is earth, they cant exist without each other. Unmovable object and unstoppable force. Satosugu is good! Its cute, it has significance its important for both gojo and geto as characters. I also interpret satosugu in all my ships, geto had big impact on Gojo and that shaped him. But to me stsg is pretty plain, its mainstream ship which is fine, i just prefer more toxic dynamics. Also i see no real passion in stsg, its very one sided after geto loses his mind. Same cant be said about Sukugo, sukugo has very toxic burning passion and i really fw that type of stuff, love on astronomical levels. Stsg is surface level love, a cute teenage romance ending up tragic but there is no deeper connection in my eyes. Geto cannot get to Gojo's strength level, he cant understand his lonliness, he cant get to care about him even through his trauma, same as Gojo cant help geto with that said trauma because he himself is traumatized, they are broken people that ended tragically and i think thats beautiful. But what i prefer is lovers that end in death and colide in every universe. Sukuna's love is so interesting to me, the romance of wanting to become one with your lover, open their ribcage and eat their heart but savor them because you dont want to be without them. Its sooooo... Also i dont like proshits, keep minors away from adults thanks

[faggotmox]

something wonderfully important has happened! my "wrestling dad" josh shepard got his book of wrestling erasure poems published & it is up for sale (either 10$ or "name a fair price"). this is incredibly important to me as im one of the first people to have gotten the privilege to read these poems as josh wrote them. josh is incredibly important to me as a friend, he is the guy who introduced me to wrestling & gave me a deep, unrestricted passion for it.

josh is so fucking talented, & creative. he is also my favorite poet, not just bc he's my friend. the book's flow is dedicated to the flow of a wrestling match, following all the hallmarks (the lock up, big heat, the comeback, ect) with the themes of his poems to create a match like narrative for the book.

there are like three specific poems in the batch that i want tattooed on me, a stone cold one, a mick foley one, & a briscoe brother's piece. the aj lee pipebomb poem moved me to actual tears, even when i read it now. the macho man poem abt being bipolar struck me so hard i rethought my own feeling on my mental health. josh pushes impressive themes of capitalism, mental health, poverty, & family theoughout many of his poems. i know ive got a few wrestling fans here, & if you're also into poetry please considered josh's work. or just if you want to support a friend of mine.

a cool way to support josh's work is by requesting it at your local library! even suggesting to bookstores that have poetry sections or interacting with the work thats already published. following/reposting josh's work for exposure also is great.

bruiser zine said this:

The second volume in the BRUISER Zines series, Cutting Promos is a collection of pro wrestling erasure poems by the Oklahoma City poet Josh Shepard. Printed and assembled in Baltimore, this limited edition zine collects 26 poems previously published in BRUISER, HAD, The Daily Drunk and many other fine publications.

After being laid off at the onset of the pandemic, Shepard found comfort and inspiration in the glow of professional wrestling and its performers—their violent struggles, fighting spirit, and electric language—and from their speeches and promos that have inspired wrestling fans across the globe he delivers Cutting Promos, a collection of erasures that echoes the personalities, pursuits and perseverance of pro wrestling’s greatest, standing as a testament to life lived during Hard Times and deliverance through them.

[ IN CASE YOU MISSED THE LINK ABOVE TO BUY JOSH'S BOOK ] [ JOSH'S TWITTER | INSTA | LINKTR.EE* ] *a lot of the links don't work bc the publications went under :( but there's still quiet a few up for free here

support my kayfabe father!!! i watched him turn his hard times into beautiful pieces. even in the beginning when he only had 3 or 4, before he even thought he could make the book i saw his passion for these pieces. i was there for every heart wrenching rejection letter & every hard earned spot. every time he was working late at the library sending me new ideas bc he couldn't watch dynamite. every single wrestling poem josh has written has now been published & that is a huge success. he puts in the work like a wrestler puts in the work in the ring. hard hitting, gritty, & beautiful.

[calirph]

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from amazon's the rings of power, some from season one and season two. pleas echange names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

A burden shared may be halved or doubled, depending on the heart that receives it.

Save your tears for our enemies, for they do not know what they have begun.

The way of the faithful is to commit to pay the price, even when the cost is not known.

I have said it already. A hundred times over, in every way but words.

Let us say that all is as you fear, and this enemy is out there somewhere, lying in wait. Do you truly believe seeking him out will satisfy you?

If you are wrong, will you lead more Elves to die in far-off lands? To convince yourself you have done enough, how many more statues would you add to this path? 

Only in the Blessed Realm can that which is broken in you be healed. Go there. 

 Can we turn back now? There's 110 things out here that could kill us.

You know the rules. We're not supposed to be out this far.

These Orcs were meddling with the powers of the Unseen World. Some dark sorcery of old. But what was their purpose?

I've told you. Countless times. Elves have forests to protect. Dwarves, their mines. Men, their fields of grain. Even trees have to worry about the soil beneath their roots.

Are you just going to stand there, breathing like an Orc?

It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.

He is about to embark on a new project. One of singular importance. And we've decided that you will be working with him.

I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. But you have not seen what I have seen.

Lindon receives you with grace.

I am not some courtier to be placated by idle flattery. I demand to speak with the King directly.

 You have made that plain. So I will be equally plain. 

Only twice in known history has a pairing between Elves and humans even been attempted. And on each occasion, it ended in tragedy. It ended in death.

The people of Hordern were known for having been especially strong in their loyalty to Morgoth.

She has passed beyond my sight. Galadriel was so certain her search should continue.

It is hard to see what is right when friendship and duty are mingled.

First the big people, now the stars. Eyes open when they should be sleeping. Almost like... like they're watching for something.

There Can Be No Trust Between Hammer And Rock.

Everyone, Each Of Us, Needs To Decide Who We Shall Be.

Beauty Has Great Power To Heal The Soul.

Hope Is Never Mere, Even When It Is Meager.

There Is No Secret Worth Concealing With Deception.

He worms his way inside your mind and the rest of him slithers in.

Once the deceiver obtains a being’s trust he gains the ability to sculpt their very thoughts.

Every soul in the seen or unseen world will know that it was you who was the architect of their demise.

At this moment…. the great tale of our age is being written.

In choosing to wear those rings you have all become his collaborators.

To try and cheat death might lead to an even greater catastrophe.

 Every soul in Middle-earth is in peril. Will you abandon them to their doom?

Promise me, Elrond, you will not stop until he is destroyed.

When the darkness falls there are always some who rise forth and shine.

Ours was no chance meeting. Not fate. Nor destiny. Ours was the work of something greater.

Choose not the path of fear, but that of faith.

One thing we can do better than any creature in all Middle-earth… We stay true to each other, with our hearts even bigger than our feet.

You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.

Find The Light, And The Shadow Will Not Find You.

Light endures and is mightier than strength. For in its presence, all darkness must flee.

I was in your place once, in the eldest of the Elder Days. Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand, with the promise of power. A new birth. 

Because rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering.

When all other senses sleep, the eye of hope is first to awaken, last to shut.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?

Give me the nine.

[skruttet]

What are your thoughts on Moominvalley's comet special?

I talked a little about it in this other ask response, but overall I was disappointed. I think it's quite telling that the part of it that made me the most emotional was the opening credits 😅

Someone else said it was "underwhelming" and I think that's a good descriptor for it. The rest of the season as a whole already didn't really feel final enough to me, and you'd expect the finale to make up for that and give you that big feeling of wrapping up the whole series in a satisfying way, but it just didn't hit that mark for me.

The actual journey in the first half just wasn't as epic and exciting as I was hoping it'd be, and I think that's partially due to them using elements from Comet in previous episodes so they didn't wanna reuse them again, like the stilts (though surely they could've brought them back...). The cave Moomintroll and Snufkin end up in also feels like a missed opportunity - it's such a beautiful setting, but all they do there is panic, then see the Hemulen, then he leads them out. Idk what exactly they could've done instead, but surely there was something interesting the writers could've come up with to utilise that space more.

The way Snufkin brought up the sun oil was so awkward and forced; I know it was to establish it so that Sniff could have his whole stinky salesman arc in the latter half, but it's really weird how he explains its origin to his friends again even though all of them apart from Snork were there in Fire Spirit! Speaking of, that was a real step down for Sniff, and I would've preferred him to have an arc surrounding the kitten instead. Maybe he spends the time trying to gain its trust or something, and then at the end, finally manages to do so and rescues it to bring it back to the cave.

And speaking of the cave, I didn't like that change, either (honestly I just think I disliked most of the changes they made from the novel tbh lol. like I get they don't just wanna rehash it and want this to be new and original to an extent, but sometimes that can go too far, or just in the wrong direction). It's just really stupid for them to be like "we need to face our fear and face the comet!" it's a COMET! It's not a mysterious noise you hear in the middle of the night that you can investigate, it's a big hot rock that'll kill you all!! And then Groke moves towards it, and ~something~ happens, but this is a family show so they have her moan again at the end to show she's still alive and I love Jack but his delivery of "I'm so relieved" is so weirdly flat that it doesn't help how awkward and unnatural this ending is lmao.

Now this is more of a personal gripe, but I don't like how Snufkin is positioned at the end. When they're facing the Groke, he's right next to Moomintroll, which I like (and also brings to mind Night of the Groke when they faced her together), but then after the white flash, he's not only nowhere near Moomintroll, but not even near their friends? And he walks away WITH THE POLICE INSPECTOR?! Like thank god Joxter doesn't know he's his dad he'd have a heart attack if he found out his son was so chummy with the cops smh. You could maybe argue this isn't even just a personal complaint, and that Snufkin has objectively been one of Moomintroll's most important relationships in this series, so for them to not have some kind of moment or interaction at the end feels wrong.

Something I was going to discuss in that other ask reply but I ultimately deleted because I couldn't find the words at the time was Little My's characterisation. This season in particular made me feel as though she's so, like, mad all the time. And I understand that anger is her thing, but it's usually a cheery kind of angry, you know? But in this series she sometimes just seems so frustrated and upset and although I like that it explores the more emotionally dramatic side of her, I was hoping that by this final season at least she'd be in a more comfortable and happy place. But in this Comet special she's so exasperated and moody with Moominpappa and I wish they just made it feel more like daughter-light-heartedly-poking-fun-at-her-dad, I guess?

Snork is interesting in this special because he plays quite a big role in it, but I also feel so sorry for him cause he's always getting cut off or used by Pappa and Sniff who don't properly listen to him and I just want to give him a big (figurative bc he hates hugs) hug my poor smart boy let him infodump. There's also a moment where he says "I can explain-" and his sister says "Thanks, Snork, but we really need to carry on!" which is so obviously the writers trying to squeeze in Snorkmaiden's characterisation from the book where she's practical in the face of her brother's long-winded meetings, and is a great example of the feminism of her character there, but it just doesn't quite work the same here. Once again just not as natural as it should feel.

On a positive note, I LOVED the look of the comet itself - every shot of it looked so cool and it changed the lighting of the valley in a fun and interesting way. I also liked how Jarmo and Samuli gave the score of the episode a funky sci-fi sound, which helped set it apart as something special for the series. And despite all my negatives, it's still entertaining! It's enjoyable to watch! Just, for someone who had expectations based on the whole series and the novel, underwhelming.

[artdcnaldson]

hi boo, as promised, my dodge mason thoughts :))) i was cooking up a storm lol (its very long, apologies)

dodge mason… the cowboy that you are. i need this man more than anything. something about that man just makes me wanna be a sweet innocent christian country girl lol. this is much more cheesy and cutesy than my previous submissions, he just makes my knees weak fr (but also i need him desperately)

im attaching this (hopefully it works) cuz its exactly how i picture him here

alright, picture me this, youve just moved with your dad to this nowhere town in texas. you know no one here, theres nothing to do, youve already graduated high school before the move. its just summer, in a strange place, full of strange people.

maybe youre kind of a farmers daughter type? youve moved onto a ranch, your dad is really into rodeos and he gets you your very own horse. but hell if you know how to ride a horse that big. youd only ever ridden ponies when you were little. its sweet of your dad though, at least now you have a friend to pass the time with.

on one particularly hot day your dad decides that you should go into town a grab a cool drink and enjoy some shade. you settle on the cute looking diner, very fitting for a town like this. if you happen to notice the cute boy behind the counter you dont say anything about it. just steal a couple glances at him, maybe blush a little pink when ordering your shirley temple with an extra cherry. (tihi)

if he notices how pretty your flowy little sundress hugs your waist or sits on top of your thighs while sitting in the booth, he doesnt say anything either. he simply makes a mental note to find out your name, he's sure youre new, he wouldve remembered you if youd gone to the school senior year.

some time later he meets your dad at one of his rodeos (competitions? idk, i am not a country girl yall). spots him in the crowd, sees his opportunity to find out your name. they get to chatting, your dads all too happy to talk about you, his pride and joy. he happens to mention that youre wanting to learn to ride your new horse. dodge happens to offer his assistance. how can he resist an opportunity like that? theres truly nothing he would love more than teach you how to ride... a horse, of course :)))

when your dad had told you hed found a cowboy to teach you how to ride, you had expected another one of your dads friends. already made peace with the fact that it would be slightly awkward but ultimately worth it. but then he shows up, the boy from the diner. a cowboy, huh? definitely not what you were expecting. but hes wearing the boots and the hat, he certainly looks the part. hopefully he can play it too. (also i need him to call me darling and tip his hat, i need to have it)

you try your best to get to know him while he's teaching you, but he's not big on answering questions, instead redirecting them back to you. he does laugh, a beautiful, intoxicating sound, when you make a joke about his name being very fitting. dodging all your questions. (legit giggling to myself rn) he tries to tell you about the town, but he doesnt know much more than you, except this weird game he's heard people are playing over the summer...

he asks a surprising amount of questions about your life, you had pegged him as the quiet, stoic type when you first saw him at the diner. but this charming cowboy whos teaching you how to bond with your horse - because apparently its important for her to trust you before you start riding her - is a totally different story. when you invite him in for some fresh lemonade, hes chatting away with your dad about rodeos and all the places nearby he needs to visit. it wasnt at all what you had expected from him.

he starts spending a lot of time around the farm, teaching you to ride your horse, your dad inviting him to come for dinner, or really any excuse he can find to drop by. hes totally enamoured with you, he even feels a little guilty about it. youre so innocent and pure-hearted, he really has no business flirting with you the way he is. hes sure you cant even tell most of the time, that same sweet smile on your lips every time he speaks. totally unaware of the way his gaze lingers, eyes wandering, glued to your ass when youre wearing those damned blue jeans.

it takes you a long time to learn how to ride your horse, but eventually you get good at it. the day you finally succeed at riding around the farm without his help, you both dread that it might be the last time he comes by. but the next time he shows up on a horse of his own. tells you that he wants to show you more of the area, he takes you around, you talk for hours. simply just enjoying each others company.

the time after that you're already waiting for him outside, that morning you had gotten up earlier than usual, just to spend extra time picking your outfit, styling your hair, blushing your cheeks. this continues for a while. your dad starts to notice, youre acting like a little schoolgirl around him. dodge can tell, hes basking in it, he loves it. his compliments become more frequent and more intentional.

eventually your dad insists on bringing you to one of the rodeos, youre hesitant, youd rather not end up trapped in a long conversation with one of his old friends. but when you realize that dodge will be there, competing, you immediately agree to go. youve never seen him in his element like that. you make sure to wear his favorite dress of yours and style your hair just the way he compliments it the most.

its not like youre together, but you want him to know that youre there for him. to see him. and oh he knows. the second he sees you, he knows. ugh he can barely contain himself. youre standing right there, dressed up just for him, watching him in awe as he hang on tight to the rowdy horse.

need him to come out all sweaty and running high on adrenaline. picking you up and spinning you around, his pretty little thing, all dressed up for him, special for him. i need him to be so caught up in the moment that he put his hat on your head, kissing your cheek. luckily your dad had left with some buddies, because everyone at the rodeo knows what it means to wear a cowboys hat, everyone but you. you dont realize that hes staking his claim on you, making it clear to anyone who looks at you that you're his. not that you would have minded that part if youd known.

i need someone to make comment/joke about the cowboy hat rule, and dodge teaching you to ride, to which you enthusiastically, but oh so very cluelessly, mention that yes, hes been trying teaching you for a while now. but that youre only just starting to it right, something about it all being in the hips. i need you to look up at him confused when he just drags you away, mumbling something about that guy being an ass and promising to explain later...

what the fuck do yall know about my man dodge mason. my man my man my man. i havent stopped thinking about him since that fancam... i need to be the innocent farmers daughter who gets corrupted by the handsome mysterious cowboy, such a clique, but i need it anyway!!!!!

-🐞

NEEDHIMNEEDHIMNEEDHIM

This is soooo so sweet too like :(( he’s literally the only thing that makes Carp bearable :((

Just thinking about like having your first kiss with him like maybe a cute little picnic you set up in a little clearing hidden away from prying eyes 🥺

It’s all innocent and sweet— you made little sandwiches, and cut up fruits, and made him a pie. Little glass bottles of lemonade. It’s all so sweet, like you’d copied it off of an old movie.

And you’re talking his ear off and he’s so fine with that— he’s more of a listener anyway. Besides, you look so pretty with your hair in braids, a little sundress, glowing from the sheen of sweat on your skin.

He interrupts you mid sentence with a kiss, nearly knocking his teeth into yours. Your eyes stay wide for a moment, but you melt into him like butter. Its so chaste and sweet, but you end up on his lap and his tongue is in your mouth and his hands are palming your ass 🥰

#needthat

[writtnbyhan]

seungmin comforting insecure reader? im feeling a bit weird rn and would rlly like some comfort writing:(( its fine if not !!

hi!! I rushed to write this as quickly as possible and I really hope it brings you some comfort, whatever little it may be. You have no idea how happy it makes me that you chose me to write your comfort writing because I understand what it feels like to need some and !! to be able to provide it !!!! I swear to you you've made me the happiest by asking this, and I hope I can give back a little bit of that happiness with my silly little words :(

also, I really hope it was what you expected ?? I didn't want to put too much focus on what makes reader insecure because I know it's something different for each one of us and I tried to keep it as generic as possible. I hope you like it and I hope you're feeling better <3

word count: 1319

You’re awfully quiet, and Seungmin is quick to notice. Normally, you joke around with him, you laugh at his jokes even when they’re really lame, you shine when you’re happy, and the difference is evident for him. Not that you’re not as beautiful as always, but the quiet and the lack of smile is noticeable, at least for him.

He decides not to comment on it for a while, assuming you’ll tell him if you want to share. But when enough time has passed, and you’re laying on the couch next to him, watching a movie, he breaks. Your attention is clearly somewhere else, you’re lost in thoughts and your face makes it evident that the thoughts on your mind are not precisely happy ones.

“Baby?” he asks, and he knows something’s wrong when that doesn’t get your attention. “y/n?” he asks again, his voice almost a whisper, worry gnawing at his chest.

You look at him, and your eyes are glossy like you’re fighting hard not to spill the tears that have gathered in your eyes.

“Oh, baby.” He sounds so sad for you, and he extends his arm, an open invitation for a hug. Usually, you’d be quick to accept and cuddle him, but today… Yeah, today is an exception.

You shake your head and the tears finally fall. You don’t intend them to, but they apparently don’t let you control them anymore. They’re spilling from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, and leaving you naked and vulnerable in your boyfriend’s eyes. You hate crying, but you hate crying in front of him more. You know his heart is breaking by the way he looks at you like he’d gladly take all of your pain and carry it for you (he would).

He waits, his arms still open. It is evident on his face that he doesn’t know what to do. He always respects your boundaries, especially when it comes to physical touch and when or when it is not welcomed. You’re not a big fan of PDA, and neither is he, so he’s always asking before doing something, sometimes even when you’re alone. It is endearing. Today, though, you can tell he’s doubting whether he’s doing the right thing or not.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” his voice is on the verge of breaking, and you cry harder. Why, why would he worry this much? Why would he care? Why should he care? Why does he care? You surely don’t deserve a boy like him.

You shake your head again and sigh. A voice in the back of your head reminds you of the importance of communication in a relationship, and you curse at it, even when you know it’s true. You sigh again.

“Why?” You say finally, only able to voice the only word repeating in your mind. He looks confused, and the look is so endearing you almost want to laugh through the tears; you’re incapable of actually doing so, though. “Why me?” You say, voice quieter now, more weak. His eyes soften, and you think he’s beginning to understand.

He’s patient. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t answer the question because he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. He’s waiting for you to actually ask something he can answer.

“Why choose me, when you can have anyone?” The question is whispered, but it sounds so loud in Seungmin’s head, resonating against its walls, and he wants to scream just to quiet it.

For your ears, though, he only gasps. His arms lowered when you started speaking, and his hands twitched as soon as you finished voicing the question. He wants to hold you. He wants to cry himself, but he forces himself to remain strong to provide you with that strength.

“Because I want you,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I always want you. I don’t care who I could have, as long as I have you, I don’t care about anyone else.” He’s looking directly at you, trying to get his point across.

You look down, staring into your lap while the tears fall.

“It’s just…”

He waits. He waits so patiently, even though he’s growing desperate to hug you and reassure you. He waits, because boundaries or whatever.

“It’s just that sometimes, when you’re doing promotions…” you hide your face behind your hands as your crying becomes more intense. “I just think… you deserve one of them, you know, an idol who can dance and sing and who looks so pretty and so tiny and… I can’t ever be that. No matter how hard I try, I’m me and you just deserve so much better than I can be.”

Your tears are falling freely, the waterfall has opened and it’s clear it doesn’t plan on closing soon.

“y/n,” he says, he’s worried and he’s serious, and you fear you might have made him angry because the serious look on his face is unusual. “Listen to me, and listen clearly: I want you.” He enunciates the words, pronouncing each one loud and clear. “I don’t care about them, I chose you because you’re you, and that’s exactly what I want. And I deserve exactly that: what I want. What I want is you.” He is the one to sigh now. “I can’t even look at other people, baby. You’re the prettiest person my eyes have ever laid upon – and I say this while seeing Hyunjin every day, you know.” He laughs at the last part.

You laugh a little, too, even if it’s weak. You want to believe him, even if your fears are stronger today. You know he means what he says, even if you can’t understand how he can mean it.

His touch is barely there when he reaches for your hand, trying to take them out of your face. “Let me wipe your tears, please. I’ve got you, baby, I’m right here.”

You let him lower your hands, but you still keep your gaze fixed on your lap. His touch is still featherlike when he softly caresses your chin, indicating for you to look up. You do, your glossy eyes meeting his, not as glossy as yours but almost there.

“I’m sorry. I’m being really difficult today. I’m sorry” 

You’ll never not be amazed by Seungmin’s ability to understand what’s going on around him, by his tuned senses for everyone’s needs. So, it is still a surprise when Seungmin notices you getting barely closer and extends his arm towards you. You welcome the invitation, now, and pretty much throw yourself to him, his hold so strong, like he wants to hold you tight enough that it’ll fix everything broken inside you.

“Don’t apologize for needing some help every now and then. It’s okay to need reassurance, and I’m always willing to give it to you – you make this world better. . . you make me better. So please, let me help you when you’re getting in your head like this. I’m here for you, today, tomorrow, the day after that… even in 2065 when you’re all old and wrinkly, I’ll be by your side.” He gives a small kiss on the side of your head, and you let out a small chuckle.

“I love you so much, Seungminnie,” you say, quietly, into the dark room as the credits to the movie you were watching start rolling.

“I know,” he says, rocking you slightly. “Now, I’m going to put on another movie and you lay your head on my shoulder and try to sleep. It will all be better tomorrow when you wake up next to me.” You nod, doing as he says while he puts on a Disney movie. You turn your head to give a small kiss on his shoulder, and he chuckles. “I love you too, by the way.”

He’s right. Everything's better when you’re next to him, and you hurt a lot less when in between his arms.

[blondiedae]

dry house, wet clothes (seven)

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃 dry house, wet clothes, seven

pairing. johnny suh x afab!reader x jeong jaehyun

genre. angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn (for jaehyun), friends to lovers (for johnny)

warnings. swearing, kissing, still big miscommunication trope, but not so heavy here. mild angst but this time there’s a lot of fluff, reader celebrates Christmas (decorates for it)

word count. 9,410

plot. the four of you have spent years building the world around you, your friendship, your weekends together hidden in jaehyun's loft. you, mark, johnny and jaehyun. shaking the foundation of that by being in love with your best friend, jaehyun, is a risk you've never been confident enough to take. but, johnny suh is confident and johnny suh has been known to shake the world around you.

other's mentioned. lee haechan (donghyuck), best friend mark lee, ten lee, jung sungchan, zhong chenle, park jisung, wong hendery

author's note. i ended up cutting this down, but this takes us up to right before christmas. go ahead and ask me how i managed to drag october out for 40k words, but november and december get a shared like 25k. i don’t have the answers.

taglist (open). @xiaojunsdino @yoursyuno @girlisaloser

playlist. here!

The sun was indecisive. It played with the decision of setting so early, sank its beams into the skyline, the treetops, the buildings until they unraveled and disappeared. You watched from the floor, holding onto the remnants of light just as tightly. When the sun made its decision, your phone rang; buzzing against the floor, illuminated and scooting closer.

You answered with a breath, “Hello?”

“Did you see it?”

Standing, you stepped around your living room, turning on one lamp, then another until the room was washed in dim light, again, “See what?”

“The sky was your favorite color.” He shuffled on the other end of the line, let loose an even breath, “Still is, if you look quickly.”

You glanced back outside, taking it in like you hadn't watched the hues shift, melt into each other, just moments before. You looked at sky and smiled, “Yeah.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah.” Your voice softened, “You called to tell me that?”

It was like you could hear him grinning, like you could feel the way Johnny brightened. The sun had set and found a resting place in Johnny Suh; it wrapped itself around his heart, his soul, let him carry that warmth and spread it how he saw fit. Tonight, it was fitting to remind you to look at the sky, so he said, “It seemed important.”

“Hm.” You settled onto your couch, sinking down into it and curling around a pillow, “How was your day?”

“Boring.” Johnny laughed, “Ask me something else.”

“Okay. What did you eat today?”

He hummed, “Breakfast and lunch.”

So you laughed, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, you want specifics?”

“Yeah. Paint me a picture, set the scene.”

His voice was thick with amusement, playful as he always was. Any other sound was muffled behind him, dull in comparison to the way he spoke. Even when he said something as simple as, “Ten brought me pho for lunch and for breakfast I had coffee.”

“Coffee and?” You rolled onto your back, “Tell me there’s more.”

“Unbridled ambition.”

Your chest rumbled with another laugh, “You need more than coffee for breakfast.”

“I know that.” He paused for a moment, clicking his tongue when he thought to speak again, “Come over.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.” Johnny told you, “I’m making dinner. And, if you come stay the night, you can make sure I eat breakfast in the morning.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“I miss my girlfriend.” It had been two weeks and the sound of it, the thought of it, the fact that you were Johnny’s girlfriend still hadn’t settled. It was so fresh, a similar feeling to diving into a pool before the sun had yet to warm the waters. It was refreshing, in that way, unknowable in others. You didn’t know if you would ever get used to it, “A lot.”

“You saw me-”

“Stop. Don’t do that. I know when I saw you.” His mock scolding covered your stifled laugh, “I still miss you.”

You wanted to ask him, “How are you feeling?” So, without hesitation, you did. Then, for clarification, you added, “About us.”

“I feel great.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Honestly, I think I’m in shock.” Again, he paused. In the background you could hear something clang, something else sizzle, then Johnny laughed a bit and repeated, “Come over and we can talk about it more.”

Nodding, you agreed, “Okay. I’ll come over.”

November found you wrapped in layers, sweaters over shirts, scarves around your neck. The days passed by in a blink, if the sun lended out light at all. Time was moving in a way you’d never felt before, dragging and dragging, but sprinting away all the same. Savoring the sunsets was all you could do to try and make it stop; basking in the moments of light before night chilled everything again. Your scarf blew behind you when you stepped out onto the street, standing still in the light from the street lamp.

He was home. The end of the street was lit well enough by the three separate windows where light was shining for you to see his car in the driveway. It’d been two weeks since you’d spoken to Jaehyun. Two weeks of shortened days, of frozen mornings and of silence. Your feet almost moved towards him, almost carried you down a path that was so familiar to you. Johnny was waiting. Johnny would understand, but Johnny was waiting. He missed you and he was waiting and he’d never hesitate to tell you.

There was a time you’d say the same about Jaehyun. A time you’d know, you’d understand, you wouldn’t even think to ask because Jaehyun would tell you every thought in his head. It was simpler to blame the distance on the road, on the way time itself seemed to have shifted. It was simpler pushing blame on growth or a ruined dynamic than it was to address it.

Two weeks had passed with your thumb hovering over his name on your phone, typing out words you didn’t send, glancing over your shoulder any time you stepped out of your house. You hoped to see him there, thought maybe you’d turned too late or too early to see him.

The reality of it all hadn’t found its way to you, yet. Not in a way you were ready to acknowledge. So, you turned. You pulled your coat tighter around you and walked against the November breeze until the hesitation to look back was gone.

Johnny greeted you with warmth; from him, from his apartment, from the steam floating off pots of food in the kitchen. He kissed the top of your head, your nose, your lips and told you, “Happy you’re here.”

You nodded, “What are you making?”

“A mess mostly.” His fingers fiddle with the zipper of your coat, pulling it down and slipping it from your shoulders. Johnny tugged at your scarf and told you, “It’s ramen. I need to go grocery shopping.”

Your arms were secure around his waist, smiling up at him, “Ramen is good.”

“I really did miss you.”

“Me too.”

The way Johnny waddled the two of you into his kitchen, wrapped around each other and stepping carefully in sync, filled the space with your laughter. It echoed off of his walls, the wide windows that started at the floor and touched the ceiling, and came back to you.

Johnny never stopped smiling, never stopped looking at your lips. He thought too much about kissing you, thought too much about how your lips felt against his. His mind was often clouded with lingering thoughts of the feeling, the way you looked at him when he pulled back, how breathless he was, gasping for air. From the moment he leaned in, and every moment after, he knew it would take much more to pull back, “I feel lucky.”

“Huh?”

“You asked me how I feel. I feel lucky.” He held you against him with one hand, used the other to stir the pot, “I told Ten today that it still feels like a dream, in a way.”

“Not a dream.” You buried your face in his chest, “I’m right here.”

Johnny pinched your side, “I know. You always have been. I think that’s why. I feel like…I don’t know.”

“No, say it.”

“I’ve known you since I was seventeen.” His mouth twisted in thought, “That’s why I think I was giving it time. But, what if I gave it too much time?”

You leaned more into him, wrapped your arms tighter, “How do you mean?”

There was a hit of laughter in his words, like he was pushing nerves out and disguising them as humor, “What if I chased this for so long that I can’t sustain it?”

“Oh.” Johnny stilled in your hold, knowing he said how he was feeling and terrified it was misunderstood. He waited for you to speak again, “That doesn’t sound good.”

Two weeks, “It’s not bad.”

Two weeks, “You made me promise not to think of the end before it begins.”

“I know.”

“Then don’t do that.”

Johnny brought his hands to your face, then, holding you steady to look at him. He held you there for a moment, blinking only twice before he told you, “I’m not thinking of the end. I’m worried, truthfully. I want us to keep building and it’s like we have this great foundation to start with, but I want to make sure it’s sturdy. I want to make sure we’re standing on the same ground.”

You blinked, too, eyes dry and searching. Your heart was beating in your chest, so loudly you thought Johnny might be able to hear it. Johnny watched you, the way your mind turned, the way your face twitched. He studied every second of it before you said, “We are.”

You’d made that decision two weeks ago.

“We are, Johnny.”

When he held you in Taeyong’s studio, when one butterfly burst into two, into three, into an entire sanctuary in your stomach.

“I promise.”

Johnny kissed his belief into your skin, kissed trust onto your lips. He pressed his lips to yours and secured a promise there that he couldn’t articulate, gratitude he hoped you could feel, and something he wouldn’t - maybe couldn’t - name yet. Then, he rested his forehead on yours and said, “Let’s go eat.”

📻

Johnny’s apartment was bright, the late morning light filled the space in a way it never touched yours. Everything about it contrasted your house; Johnny’s clean white walls, hints of grey and black, beige and brown. Johnny’s books were neatly shelved, mixed among trinkets, trophies and his framed degree. His furniture and his floors were spotless, far from sterile but intentionally clean. Just like Johnny, everything was intentional, everything had its place.

You had a place.

Your place was in his living room with your head on his lap, watching his favorite movie, your favorite, something new. Your place was in his kitchen, laughing along with Johnny while he balanced cooking and entertaining flawlessly. Your place was covered by steam in the shower, lathering his hair in soap and watching the way his eyes rolled back at your touch.

You had a place, tucked in his bed, covered in his deep grey sheets and wrapped in his arms.

In the middle of November, when days ended before they began, it was the perfect place to be, the right place to be. It was a place to adjust, safely, to the way he looked at you, kissed you, the way girlfriend sounded coming from his lips. Johnny made a place for you, he shifted everything he could to allow you in and it made you melt; just like the frost melted from blades of grass, from windows, from the street. Johnny kissed chills down your spine only to warm you with words and watch you turn into a puddle, in front of him.

You woke up next to him when the sun came up, easily and slowly. Johnny was snoring lightly next to you, partially under you; you held your breath in an attempt not to wake him. His chest rose and fell, rose again and dropped when the breath rushed from his lungs. He looked so serene, one arm under your neck and holding you close, loosely but secure. The clock on his nightstand said 8:03am in bold, light blue letters - your body ached to stretch but begged you to stay in the blankets, all the same.

Slowly, you pulled yourself from Johnny, made your way to your place in the kitchen, delicately pulling ingredients from the cabinets. Anything you could find to make him breakfast.

The city was waking up, too, several stories underneath you. You could hear horns honking, the train rumbling on its track, faint voices if you listened hard enough. It was a distant chaos covered in the calm of Johnny’s apartment.

You settled on a box of pancake mix, spilling it into a bowl and mixing it into goop. Your mind wandered to the last time you’d made pancakes, the smell of burning flapjacks and Mark’s apology. The morning Johnny introduced you to his playlist, the morning before he danced with you at the festival. The week after you’d kissed Jaehyun at the corner of his lips and wished you knew what it was like to be bold, to kiss him fully and spill out all you wanted to tell him.

You were familiar with one of those feelings now and when the memory of it crept in, you blinked it away in a hurry. Yours eyes stung at the thought of him, your mind spun and your heart - your heart was in horrendous shape. The batter sizzled in the pan, another horn honked from the street, you found your place back in Johnny’s home and did your best to stay there.

“The bed was cold without you.” Johnny was behind you, arms slipping around your waist and with his face buried in your neck, “Pancakes, huh?”

“You wanna get the coffee started?”

He left you with a kiss under your ear, “Of course, babe.”

The stack was seven high, teetering when you put it on the counter. Johnny met you with coffee, coming up behind you to put a steaming mug next to each plate. He grinned at you, placed another kiss on your temple and pulled you along, “Eat, babe.”

Together in comfortable silence, you ate. For a while, the sound of silverware mixed in with those coming from outside and filled the closed off space; your space, the space Johnny made for you.

“When do you have to be at work?”

Johnny looked at the clock on the stove and grinned, “I’m already late.”

“What?”

He shrugged, directing his smile to you, “Wanted to spend the morning with you. Besides, I’m the boss. What are they going to do?”

“Unionize.”

He barked a laugh, swallowing it down with a sip of his coffee, “What about you?”

“Nothing today. Monday I have to go pick up Haechan’s second draft.”

“How’d that meeting go?”

You pushed at your food, “It went fine. He’s interesting, I guess. He speaks the exact way he writes, so that’s…it’s different.”

“Most authors don’t do that?”

Shaking your head, you smiled, “I think most authors use written language when spoken sort of fails, you know? Not all of them, but a lot I’ve worked with.”

“It’s good to have a curveball every now and then, though.” Johnny took his last bite, “Something different can be a good thing, right?”

Your head nodded, mixing your thoughts that swirled around each other; Johnny’s something different can be good and Haechan’s do you love him tied themselves in a knot, “Yeah, it can be.”

“Look at me.” Johnny pulled himself to the edge of his stool. Another space he made for you, guiding you by the knees to fit between his. He looked at you, eyes thoughtful and intense, “Yeah, still lucky.”

“Oh, you’re corny.”

“How is that tally coming?”

You could smell the syrup on his breath, thinking only about tasting it from his lips when you said, “Not great, for you.”

“Damn. That’s no good.” With every word, he leaned in closer. With every word, he worked overtime to not think of only your lips, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“If I feel lucky, how do you feel?” He added, “Any worries?”

One thousand. One for each of the butterflies that took flight when Johnny rested his hand on your knee. One for every mile between you and Jaehyun. One for every move you made that might, that could, that was ruining the dynamic. That was the truth.

Your fork slipped out of your hand, clanging against the ceramic plate. Johnny watched as you rested your hand on his, squeezed it and said, “A few. None of them are real.”

Another truth, a layer to it. He nodded, “Maybe. But, if you want to say them, you can.”

“I will.”

“Just don’t let one of them be talking to me. Is that fair?”

“It’s fair.”

“Good.” Johnny squeezed your knees, pulling at your hands when he stood up. He put them around his waist, leaned closer and asked, “Would any of them get better by taking a shower with me, before I go?”

“Probably.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Always.”

So, Johnny did just that. And the syrup tasted better, sweeter, richer from his lips.

📻

“You think he shouldn’t stop the wedding?”

You shook your head, fidgeting with the pen pinched between your fingers, “That’s not what I said.”

“It feels too predictable.” Haechan’s hand covered his eyes, he leaned back in his chair and huffed, “How far does the publish date get pushed back if I rewrite it?”

“You don’t need to rewrite it.”

“Indulge me, okay?”

“It depends on how long you take.”

“Will you look at the screen so you can see my face?” Disgruntled, annoyed, frustrated and maybe exhausted. Haechan was too close to begging, “What should I do?”

You sighed, unsure. You sighed, searching through pages of notes, combed through and considered. You sighed and Haechan did, too, spinning around in his chair miles away, “It’s a good ending. A really good ending. If you believe in it, keep it. I think rewriting it…it won’t feel authentic.”

“You said it felt like a cop out.”

“Would you rather it be a cop out or insincere?”

He fell silent, only for a moment, then answered with, “How’s your boyfriend?”

“Talking to you gives me whiplash.” It was funny enough for Haechan to laugh, “He’s good. I’m actually at his place, right now.”

He made a show of looking you up and down, eyes taking in you, your surroundings from Johnny’s couch, then humming. Haechan grinned as a preface, a warning, “That explains the outfit.”

“I’ll hang up.”

“Nice place.”

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s nice.”

“Is he there?”

“He’s at work.”

“What does he do?”

“He owns a café. I-” You took a moment, a breath from his rapid fire interrogation, to sip from another mug of coffee, “Why?”

His shoulders shrugged, “I’m nosy. What about the other guy? Jaehyun?”

“Don’t say it like that. The other guy. He’s my friend.” Two weeks. Two weeks. Your phone was next to your computer, face down but blank. Every word you wanted to say tingling on your tongue, on your finger tips. Haechan was patient, he sat back and watched you for as long as it took until you came to. Until you looked at him and said, “We haven’t talked in a while.”

“Ah.” He was curious, he said he was nosy, “Why is that?”

Because you can’t without fighting. Because every word you say to each other feels like another knife, another blow to the chest, another nail in the coffin. Because looking at him still feels like a dream that’s slowly shifting into a nightmare. Because you’re in love with him. Haechan had told you to think about it and, instead, you let that singular thought sink down. You buried it and piled on top of it, hoping it would settle in the dirt and sprout into something else.

You surrendered it to nature, gave it space to grow. Now, it was tangled vines that pushed at the dirt and pushed the two of you apart. You shook your head, “I think it’s just all…I think it’s weird for him. For us.”

“Why would it be weird?”

“Because we’re all friends. Johnny, my boyfriend, Jaehyun, another guy - Mark - and me. It’s just an adjustment, I think.”

Haechan’s fingers tapped along his desk, tapping out a curious rhythm, “How is Mark adjusting?”

Your coffee was running cold, “Just fine.”

Then, Haechan made a point to tilt his head and press, like he was putting a spotlight on you when he asked again, “Why would it be weird, then?”

He gave you time to answer, time he thought was suitable enough. When you were still silent, mouth gaping and searching and coming up short, Haechan intervened.

“My friends Sungchan and Chenle have dated the same girl twice.” He clarified, “Two different girls at different times.”

“Okay.”

“It wasn’t weird. Maybe a bit messy towards the end, but not weird. I can tell you the one time it was weird.” Haechan presented it like a secret, like sage advice, leaning closer to his screen, “Our other friend, Jisung, was crushing on this girl. He would talk about her nonstop, but he never gave any identifying details.”

Again, you sipped and you spoke, “Okay.”

“At the same time, Chenle started seeing this girl that he also wouldn’t shut up about. When Chenle finally brought her around, Jisung shut down.”

“It was the same girl.”

“It was the same girl.” His exaggerated nod almost made you smile, almost made you laugh, “But, Jisung didn’t say anything. He just shut us out until Chenle went and confronted him.”

You didn’t have a response, you knew what he was saying and a sip of coffee wasn’t going to wash the taste of it from your mouth. You blinked, you took a breath, you tried to change the subject, “How many lives have you lived, Lee Haechan?”

“Only one so far.” He wouldn’t let you off so easily, “Go talk to him.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“Okay. Go talk to him, anyway.” He added, “You’re too mopey when you’re alone like this. You don’t believe in love and it’s hurting my book.”

Your finger slid over the mousepad, “I’m hanging up, now.”

Haechan laughed, sighed, told you again, “Do what you want. Go talk to him.”

📻

Go talk to him followed you into the evening, when Johnny came back, when you crawled into bed with him. Go talk to him woke you up the next morning and packed itself away with your belongings. It weighed your bag down when you stood in Johnny’s doorway and kissed him goodbye. Go talk to him made itself at home in yours, sprawled out of the couch, helped itself to snacks in the form of any other thought you had. Go talk to him opened your door and pulled you outside, two days later, dropping you in the middle of the road until your legs moved.

Go talk to him raised your hand to knock, made you look up at him when he answered and say, “It’s been two weeks.”

“I know.”

You didn’t anticipate your voice cracking, “Are you going to talk to me again?”

Jaehyun was stoic for a moment, facade cracking when your voice did, when you did. His head shook, his hands shook, the only thing he could keep still was his feet. He told you, “I keep saying the wrong thing.”

“Yeah.” It was easy to agree, easy to remember every word either one of you had said, “Yeah.”

The middle of November found you speechless when you needed words most, standing in front of Jaehyun, cooled by a harsh breeze. He watched you shiver, stepping onto the porch, “Come on.”

Wordlessly, the only way you could, you followed.

When you were in the loft, when you could see the stars above you, your chest loosened around your heart long enough for you to say, “I don’t want to fight.”

“No.” Jaehyun was in the middle of the room, hoping you’d step away from the door but afraid you’d open it and run. Two weeks had gone by like nothing, two weeks had gone by at an agonizingly slow pace. Jaehyun hadn’t found a way to fix the way time was moving until you knocked on his door, until you stood in front of him, “I don’t either.”

“Can I sit?”

“Of course.” He watched you take your coat off, the way your fingers wrapped around the fabric to hang it on the hook, your hook - the hook mounted to the wall that has been empty for two weeks, “Do you need a drink?”

You shook your head, silent rejection, and found your way to the mattress, “Can we talk?”

Jaehyun said, “We can try.”

“I miss you.” It was the easiest way to start, the most truthful way, “Jae, I…I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“I can’t lose you.”

He joined you on the mattress, kneeling beside it before settling on the edge, his knees pulled up and his elbows resting on top. Jaehyun’s back was to you, hesitant to look your way, “I can’t lose you either.”

“We keep coming back to that.” Go talk to him urged you to ask him, fingers picking at the blanket, “What do we do?”

He’d spent two weeks trying to think of a solution that wasn’t begging you to leave Johnny - Johnny who treated you so well, Johnny who cares for you. Two weeks begging Jungwoo for any update, for scraps of information as long as it was about you. Two weeks of Jaehyun telling Mark he was too busy or really swamped when he’d asked about coming over. Two unbearable weeks of silence from you and Jaehyun was still coming up short, “I don’t know.”

Silence again. Proximity didn’t make it feel better, didn’t make the air around you any lighter. Jaehyun was a foot away from you, still silent, still shut off. So, you scooted closer, until your leg pushed against his and you were breathing the same air. You watched the side of his face, the way his head dropped when you called his name, “Talk to me.”

It felt like the only thing you could do; go talk to him morphed easily into beg. You hesitated at the thought of touching him, lingering over his shoulder, “Please.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know.” You wanted to loop your arm with his, needed to put your head on his shoulder and remind him that you were there, “If I ask a questions, can you answer them? Honestly?”

Jaehyun hated how much weight he was making you carry, still unsure of his own tongue, his own tone. He couldn’t trust himself to speak unless guided, not right now, “Of course.”

“Do you hate me?”

“No. Never.”

“Do you hate Johnny?”

“No.” It was true. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. Johnny was braver than Jaehyun and it was something he envied, but he’d never hate him, “I don’t hate him.”

“Just to check, do you hate Mark?”

Jaehyun laughed, Jaehyun tried to laugh, “I do not hate Mark. I don’t hate anyone.”

“Me and Johnny…” Your breathing was shaky, “Is that the problem?”

“It’s not a problem.”

You chided, focused on the ground, “You said you’d be honest.”

Jaehyun looked at you, knowing you were looking away. He took that moment to take you in, the highlighter staining your fingertips, your too-long sleeves rolled up to your wrists, the way you feet slowly tapped on the ground, “I think I have been. I don’t want…I keep saying everything that I don’t want to say and none of the things I actually do.”

“Well, what do you want to say?”

“That’s the problem, I don’t think I should say them.” The bitterness found its way in, again, coating his forced laugh. Jaehyun’s eyes focused on you, “I think it would make things worse.”

“You could try.”

“You don’t want that.”

“I do.”

He shook his head, “I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never even thought there would be a time I would feel so far away from you. You’re my best friend.”

It was the truth. He sectioned off the parts of the truth that he could stomach and offered them to you as carefully as he could. Jaehyun was on such shaky ground that he wondered if he should even move. But you were on the same ground, sitting with him and asking for honesty, begging for it. So, he’d give it to you, “I think I’m holding onto something that’s not there.”

“I’m right here.” You thought about screaming it, hoping he’d hear clearly if you did. You didn’t want to leave room for Jaehyun to doubt, “I’m here.”

He leaned back onto his palms, “We’re changing.”

“We are.”

Jaehyun looked at the stars, at the constellations he memorized for you, “I’m so used to how things are - how they were. But, they can’t stay like that.”

You told him, “Yes, they can.”

“No.” Just like he tried to laugh, Jaehyun tried to smile, “We can’t.”

We can’t. For a moment, it felt like another knife until the initial sting wore off. You looked to the stars then, the ones that peeked out from behind clouds long enough to shimmer, slipping away with them when they hid. Jaehyun’s hand was so close and yours itched to hold it, to hold him, to stay in the loft as you always did. If your heart didn’t pang at the thought, you might fight back.

It throbbed, it ached, it yearned for Jaehyun the same way it always had, only now every feeling was coupled with guilt. So, you hesitated, but agreed, “You’re right. We’ve been in a bubble.”

“Yeah.”

You had asked Jaehyun for honesty and you’d give it in return, voice softer when you admitted, “I don’t want to leave the bubble.”

“Me either.”

“Not all at once. I could do it gradually, but this…” You leaned all the way back, eyes focused on the sky, “This hurts.”

You knew if you blinked this moment would pass, another moment lost to the new current of time. You knew that if you blinked, you might miss the moments you longed for. You knew that if you blinked, the tears at the corners of your eyes would roll down your cheeks.

Jaehyun fell back with you, hands over his stomach, “It does hurt. I can’t make it stop.”

Your hands fell to your sides, “We can make a new bubble. We can start over. You said there would always be time for just you and I.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Can you try?” Your head turned to look at him, gravity pulled the tears you restrained with and let them fall. Jaehyun could feel another piece of his heart breaking away, “Can you please try, Jae, because I-”

“I can try.” His hands fell, too, close enough to yours that he could almost touch you. Jaehyun wanted to reach out, to remind himself how it felt to hold your hand, just like this; in the loft, the two of you and the stars, “I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”

He was still shaking when his hand lifted, shaking when he slowly touched your face and wiped at the tear drops drying on your cheeks. Jaehyun was shaking when he let his palm rest there, watching the way your eyes sparkled. He could pretend it was for him, he could stay in this moment and let another bubble form around the two of you.

“It’s snowing.”

Jaehyun looked over his shoulder, “It is.”

Winter froze the current, stopping time for the two of you, again. You watched the snowflakes flutter down, down, down until they met the Earth and piled together. Neither of you could stop it, winter was inevitable.

Jaehyun asked you, “Stay.”

His voice was heavy with things still left unsaid.

“Okay.” The mattress dipped beneath the two of you when you shifted. Jaehyun gathered a few more blankets, pillows that had been untouched for two weeks, and found his place next to you. You were both looking up again, hands still so close to touching, when you asked, “We’re going to be okay, right?”

The snow turned into sleet. A slippery mixture of rain and snow and, for a second, Jaehyun could pretend he’d gone back in time. For a second, seasons mixed and Jaehyun felt his heart settle into the mattress, safely next to you. So, Jaehyun linked your pinky with his and said, “We’re going to be okay.”

📻

“Don’t laugh.” Johnny sat across from Mark, finger tracing the pattern on the bistro table. He smelled of baked goods and coffee beans, having spent the whole day behind a pane of glass, in the kitchen, grinding and steaming and mixing lattes, “I want to do something big for Christmas.”

“Like what? Like a party?” Mark sipped at his drink, the one he swore tasted better because Johnny made it, after hours. Johnny gave him a look, begging him to think over his questions silently. Mark’s mouth formed an ‘O’ before he said your name. He grinned, maybe shimmied, when he clarified, “You want to do something for your girlfriend.”

Johnny leaned back in his chair, “That was worse than laughing.”

“I’m just excited for you, dude.” Mark leaned forward, filling the space, “What did you have in mind?”

The street outside the café was slowly shutting down; shops turning off their lights, the crowd thinning as the minutes passed by. Johnny had been brainstorming for the last few weeks and now November was almost over, almost a month had passed, “Nothing yet.”

Mark hummed, “What did you get her last year?”

“Mark, I’m not going to get her what I did last year.”

“Nah, nah, nah. But you could get something that like goes along with it? You know? Like if you got her slippers, you could get her a robe.” It seemed like a good enough idea to pitch, Mark at least knew it was an effective idea, “That’s what I do with my mom.”

“Is she your mom?” The look on Johnny’s face was signature, always playful and always bright. Mark still shied away, cheeks turning red, “Aw, Markie. That’s cute, man.”

“She’s not my mom.” He muttered, picking at his nails now, “It might work though.”

Johnny shook his head, “I don’t know. I had Taeyong make her that star vase. What goes with that?”

Mark thought for a moment, stirring the ice in his glass with his straw. He pulled his phone from his pocket, typing something and humming again, “You could buy her a star?”

“Buy her a star?” Leaning back over the table, the two shared Mark’s screen, “That’s actually not bad.”

“Look, you can name it after her.” Mark scrolled and tapped more, “You have to pick where it goes. Like which constellation.”

Johnny took out his own phone, then, slipping it out of his stained and dirtied apron. He typed a message to you, Babe what’s your favorite constellation before he deleted it.

Johnny swiped away, chose someone else’s name and typed a similar message - omitting babe, adding your name and asking the same question. Then, he looked back at Mark, “Okay, then what?”

“Oh. You want to do more?” Johnny nodded, Mark nodded back, “Okay. Okay, yeah.”

“I want something that’s just for the two of us. No offense.”

They sat in silence, if it weren’t for the music playing through the café, you’d hear the cogs in their brains turning. Johnny felt too idle, too stationary, like moving would help him think. So, he stood and started stacking chair, sweeping under the tables, turning down for the evening. Mark sat in thought, sometimes calling things out across the room; all fine ideas, all good ideas, none that felt perfect.

Johnny went to hang his apron, gathering his things from his office to join Mark, again. He stopped at his door, stopped at the picture pinned to it - Johnny, Jaehyun and you, dressed in shades of blue, surrounded by sparkling stars, the first night Johnny had ever thought to kiss you. He laughed, quiet and breathy, looking at a version of you that was so different, long gone. There were parts of her that lingered in you, now - fragments and pieces that Johnny adored. But, by far, his version of you - the one that woke up in his arms that very morning - was his favorite.

Still, something swelled in his chest, looking at the picture. Nostalgia or sentimentality. Either way, Johnny’s cogs stopped cranking, landing on an idea he could consider perfect. One that, like Mark suggested, complimented your star.

His phone buzzed in the pocket of his jeans, a message from Jaehyun.

9:32pm Cassiopeia.

📻

“Mark, please be careful.”

The lights wrapped around his arm dangled down between his feet. Mark was balanced on a stack of boxes and your kitchen stool. He created a makeshift ladder and scaled it, cautiously, teetering ever now and again while he draped the strand carefully across the tops of your cabinets. Johnny watched him from the floor, “Mom says be careful, son.”

“Oh, yuck.”

Johnny pulled you to him, “Don’t like it when I call you mom?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Is Mommy better?”

Mark cleared his throat, “Please don’t involve me in this.”

“I don’t want to be involved, either.” You grumbled. Johnny’s hands were resting on your shoulders, keeping you flush against his chest. You both kept your eyes on Mark, handing him clips and ties when he needed them, “What else is there?”

“Stockings and Santa’s, I think.” Johnny looked over his shoulder, at the explosion of Christmas decor around you; tinsel and garland, a few broken ornaments and a chipped ceramic bust of Santa. There was a clump of old window clings, ones you had since you were seven, that melted together over the summer. The last week of November and your house looked like a department store, a commercial Winter Wonderland, “Jaehyun is working on the tree.”

“It looks good, huh?” Mark leaned back as far as he could, another almost-slip, another teeter, “We can’t have lights in our dorm, anymore.”

“You specifically or the whole campus?”

Jaehyun stepped into the kitchen just as Mark climbed down to sit on his stool, “Whole campus. A dude named Hendery left them plugged in last Christmas and started a fire.”

“This was last year?” Johnny asked. Mark nodded, “What, did you just forget about it until now?”

“Nah, Jeno and Jaemin got written up last week because they bought a tree. It had lights in it.”

You blinked, you smiled, then you nodded, “Uh huh.”

Jaehyun turned to you, “Tree is up.” He looked at Johnny’s hands, where they rested on your shoulders and continued, “If you wanna get the decorations on.”

“Let’s go.”

Johnny was in charge of the garland, Mark had a box of ornaments, so did Jaehyun. You were sorting through old polaroids, sitting on the floor behind them. The three of them weaved through each other, around, over and under, putting each ornament on the tree carefully and stringing holiday-colored beads on the needles. The pictures in your hands were of moments exactly like this; some of you decorating trees, houses, cookies and some of them on Christmas day, surrounded by wrapping paper on your living room floor.

There was a polaroid of Johnny baking cookies; gingerbread, sugar, chocolate chip. He had a candy-striped apron tied around him, sleeves pushed up as he pinched at sprinkles. One of Mark in a Santa hat, holding out a neatly wrapped gift and grinning. One of Jaehyun wrapped in multi-colored lights the year your tree stand broke on Christmas Eve; Johnny was hiding behind him, holding a star over Jaehyun’s head.

There were several of the four of you, over time; a testament to how you’d grown. The year Johnny’s hair was blonde, when Mark had braces, the Christmas Jaehyun had pneumonia and you all wore Hazmat suits. In the older ones, one of you was always blurry - racing against the timer and just barely making it into frame.

When Johnny’s garland ran out and Jaehyun and Mark’s boxes were empty, you settled on a stack and stood.

Carefully, you hung them, securing them to a strand of red, green and white beaded garland. Johnny and Mark moved back to the kitchen, closing up boxes and stacking them by the back door. Jaehyun was stringing the last of the lights around the banister and you were basking in a sense of calm that only came at this time; after the first snow, before everyone was racing to the end of the year.

Jaehyun came from behind you, “It looks good.”

“Yeah.” You admired the tree for a second longer, then looked back at him, “It feels like Christmas, now.”

He grinned, leaning to nudge you, happy to be next to you, “You still have a month.”

“Should we get our matching pajamas?”

You watched him still, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the tree. Jaehyun sought out the polaroids in backwards order; last year in plaid, the year before in reindeer, three years ago in stripes, four years since sleighs, five years had gone by since you’d worn snowmen. He could see them, he knew there were at least ten more. Jaehyun looked down at his feet, “I won’t be here.”

“What?”

“For Christmas, I won’t be here.” All his strength was used to look up at you, to see the look in your eyes, to feel his chest grow tight, “My parents want me to go there.”

“Oh.” You nodded, slowly then too quickly, “Right. Sure.”

“My mom just called last night.”

You couldn’t remember a time you hadn’t spent Christmas with Jaehyun. There had been a few without Johnny, two without Mark. The tree reflected as much; a photograph of the four of you in assorted Canada gear from when Mark was gone, two of Johnny’s blurry picture via FaceTime when he was in Chicago and one of just Johnny and The Bean.

“You’ve never been gone.”

Jaehyun reminded, “We’re changing.”

And, because you believed it, you told him, “That’s not fair.”

“We’ll still celebrate.” He was trying, he was doing everything he could to try. He looked over his shoulder, listening as Johnny and Mark stacked the last of the boxes. Then, Jaehyun looked back to you and promised, “Just me and you. In our bubble.”

Johnny came into the room first; Johnny who only wanted something sturdy for both of you, who built a foundation and made sure you knew he’d keep building towards the sky. Jaehyun cleared his throat next to you; Jaehyun who was content to float in a bubble, in something so fragile, until it popped somewhere near the stars and you plummeted to the Earth, again.

Johnny put his arm around your shoulder and asked, “Who gets to do the star this year?”

You blinked, eyes reflecting the twinkling lights. I won’t be here. “Mark. Mark gets to put it on.”

Mark scaled the armchair to the left of the tree, bells jingling when he gripped the top, “Look good?”

“Looks perfect, Mark.” Johnny held you closer, chin resting on your head, “Come look.”

So, he did. The four of you stood in the soft light, admiring what you’d built together, basking in your quiet calm. Mark hummed along with the music playing, Johnny swayed the two of you slowly and Jaehyun let a small smile sink in his dimples. Then Mark smiled, making sure he looked at each of you before he, much too early, wished everyone, “Merry Christmas.”

📻

Two hours later, Mark was asleep on your floor; a halo of takeout containers around his head. The reflection of your Christmas tree was glaring on your television, the movie you’d put on too dark in color to combat it. Johnny made space for you, again, holding you to his chest as he had been; like he needed you close to his heart, needed you to feel the way it was beating. He’d spent the last two hours with his arms around you and whispering soft words in your ear.

Jaehyun could hear him, he tried not to. He did his best to tune into the movie, Mark’s quiet snores, his own thoughts. But he could hear every word. He could see how Johnny’s fingers played idly with yours, how they ran up and down your arms. Jaehyun could see how Johnny’s hands slipped under your sweater, needing to touch your skin, holding your waist. He felt crazed, disgusted with himself and the way he couldn’t help but notice.

It was too much. Being out of your bubble was only bearable if he could pull you back into it, if Jaehyun could pause the rest of the world. Right now, all night, he’d been thrown into it, into a new reality. Jungwoo had told him, “There’s not a lot you can do. You missed your chance.”

Jaehyun didn’t speak to him for days after it, he couldn’t.

He shifted in the chair now, at the sound of your hushed giggle, the sight of you shifting against Johnny. The movie had to be coming to an end, it had to be giving Jaehyun his out. His foot was tapping in anticipation for it until Johnny spoke loud enough, intentionally, for Jaehyun, “You okay, man?”

Jaehyun’s head turned too quickly, feeling like he had guilt written all over his face. He masked it with a breath, coughed up an excuse, “Trying to keep myself awake. I might head out, soon.”

You saw the way his hands gripped the arm rests, the way Jaehyun smiled; reading him easily, now, like turning the pages in a familiar book. You told him, “We can finish the movie some other time.”

Jaehyun stood, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you guys soon.”

Johnny waved, “For sure, man. Get home safe.”

You pulled yourself from Johnny’s hold, “I’ll walk you out.”

Jaehyun was quick to get his coat, his scarf, his suit jacket from work with his ID still tacked on. You followed behind him, slowly and tentative, until he opened your front door and stepped onto your porch. If Jaehyun hadn’t stopped, his heavy footsteps on the concrete would’ve overpowered your voice when you asked him, “You really won’t be here for Christmas?”

He shook his head, “No.”

“I’ll take your gift back, then.” Your attempt at a joke tore away at his heart. Jaehyun still laughed like he should, turning around to face you. Your arms were crossed, you cleared your throat, “Lee Haechan might change his ending.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He thinks stopping the wedding is too predictable.”

Your eyes were focused on his feet, Jaehyun just wanted you to look up. He wanted to take two steps up and be bold again, make a miscalculated but hopeful move again. Jungwoo said there was nothing he could do, but Jaehyun knew there were at least four things. Kiss you, hold you, beg you, fight for you. He could do all of them, even if he shouldn’t. He could, he could but Jaehyun’s feet were weighted in his shoes, keeping himself planted a safe enough distance away.

He was surrendering, he was supporting you. But, Jaehyun couldn’t stop himself from saying, before he left, “Tell him it’s the best part of the book.”

📻

Haechan was growing on you. He didn’t give you much choice.

“I have three artists for your cover.” You stepped in tandem, knitted layers keeping you warm, “We can give them a concept or they can just do their own thing.”

Haechan huffed, his breath a swirling cloud in front of him, “What’s my concept? Desperate man begs on his knees at his ex-girlfriend’s wedding?”

You eyed him, “You wrote the book.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He glanced at you, pushing forward through the crowd, “Is this typical? This weird pre-publish remorse?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never written a book.”

The two of you came to a stop, standing on the corner in a crowd and waiting for the light to change, “Would you ever?”

“Probably not.”

“You just like judging them.”

The crowd shifted and you scolded, “If I didn’t judge your book, you wouldn’t be getting published.”

“Then I wouldn’t feel like shit.”

Haechan was growing on you, you had to remind yourself. It was his passion, sometimes misdirected and unchecked. You’d been right, he did have an opinion on everything, “I’ll send you some of their work so you can get an idea.”

“Sounds good, Editor.” He stopped in his tracks, “Did you talk to Jaehyun?”

You matched his stance, “I did.”

“How’d that go?”

Bodies passed by the two of you, shuffling around the barrier you’d made in the middle of the sidewalk. Haechan didn’t seem phased, didn’t budge or cower away from the crowd. He just waited, hands shoved in his coat pocket, waited like he tended to do, “It went alright. We’re…we’re okay, now.”

“What’s the truth?”

“What are you, a spy?”

“I’m an uninvolved third party.” Haechan grimaced, nose scrunching at the bridge, “Mostly.”

“We really are okay.”

“Okay. Good.” He called all the shots, picking up pace again and expecting you to follow, “How’s Johnny?”

“He’s great. I’m seeing him tonight.”

“And how is Mark?”

Chuckling, beaming, you assured him, “He’s good, too. All of my friends are good.”

He stopped again, for emphasis, for the theatrics of it all, “You have more than the three?”

This time, you didn’t stop. Your feet persisted until you could hear him scoff, hear his footsteps catching up and falling back into pace with yours. Haechan tried not to make his amusement obvious, turning a broad smile into a smirk when he was next to you again.

“I do have good news for you, though.” His ears perked, noticeably, “Jaehyun said not to change your ending.”

“Is that right?”

“He said it was the best part.”

The face Haechan made was indescribable, though you doubt he’d struggle to put it into words. He didn’t stop again, but he faltered in his footing, glancing your way and sighing, “That’s loaded.”

“How?”

Then, he explained like it should’ve been clear, like he was bored but like he wanted you to solve a riddle, “Maybe you should meet Jisung.”

📻

The tenth day of December was blanketed in snow. You woke up to it, near three o’clock, tucked into your bed and half awake. You watched the flurries falling outside your window until counting them made you dazed, weighed your eyelids down and put you back to sleep.

The second time you woke, it was almost seven and the sun was on its way to rising, reflecting on the landed snowflakes; dazzling, sparkling. The world was almost too quiet, lending a moment of peace for your mind to come back, for your body to unravel out of heavy blankets. December was delicate in that way, romantic and kind. Icicles dangled from gutters and branches where the snow rested on rooftops, clung to the needles of pine trees.

Nothing moved, in the earliest hours of the morning. A welcome relief.

Your phone buzzed by your head.

6:58am Good morning babe!

6:59am I can’t wait to see you tonight.

6:59am There’s a package on your porch. You should get it before the snow covers it.

You quickly typed back, 7:00am What did you do?

And Johnny sent in reply, 7:01am See you babe

Johnny met you at his door, thirteen hours later; after the chaos of the afternoon, into the reprise of calm the evening brought. His hair was pushed back, slicked down neatly. The sun had already set and nestled itself in his eyes; the way they glistened, warmed you up and made up for the reality of winter. He leaned in to kiss you, “Hi.”

You kissed him back, “Hi.”

Then, he tugged at your hand, “Come in. Close your eyes.”

You listened, you didn’t hesitate to trust him. You let Johnny guide you inside, into the small space of the entryway, and kept your eyes closed tight. Johnny unbuttoned your coat, slipping it slowly off your shoulders and pressing his lips to the exposed skin. You could hear him take a step back and how his breath caught in his throat before he said, “You look gorgeous, babe. You’re…”

“I want to see you, Johnny.”

“Hold on.” Johnny tugged at your shoes, unclasping the straps - a reminder of Halloween, of your Romeo, of his Juliet- and instructed, “It’s a surprise. You have to keep your eyes closed until I say open.”

He led you inside, both hands holding onto you with just the tips of his fingers. You could hear music, smell his cologne, feel your heart thumping with anticipation, “Okay.” His lips were on your neck, “Open.”

Johnny’s living room had transformed; silver, blue and white decorations hung from the ceiling, balloons covered the floor. There was a tree in the center with presents wrapped in coordinated paper, bows knotted on top. Candles were lining the walls, secured with string and floating amongst the other decorations; stars and moons and streamers. It was familiar; the theme, the music. You looked down at your dress - a soft blue, a perfect match - and it clicked.

Your voice wavered when you whispered, “Johnny.”

He was still behind you, “I told you that the first time I ever wanted to kiss you was at the winter dance. It was the first time I tried. I think I was joking, then, but now…I think I’d go crazy if I went a day without it.”

“This is crazy.”

“I wanted that moment back, though.” He stepped closer to you, “I wanted to remind you that it’s not a joke, in case you’d forgotten over the last month.”

You shook your head, “I haven’t.”

“Also,” Johnny’s breath was warm on your skin, his lips pressed to your ear, “I really wanted that kiss under the mistletoe.”

His fingers held your jaw, slowly angling your head up. Amongst the stars he’d put above you, dangling over the two of you, there was mistletoe. You laughed, you giggled and grinned and nodded to Johnny, “I can do that.”

Then you kissed him, angling your head back and resting your hand on his neck. His lips moved with yours as his hands worked to spin you around. Johnny kept you close to him, kept your lips on his, kept you breathless. He kept the world spinning.

You were still spinning when he pulled away, “You’re incredible.”

“Not corny?”

“A little. But, it’s good.” You kissed him again, slowly, savoring the taste, “It’s so good.”

Johnny seemed pleased with himself, satisfied with a hint of mischief, “There’s more.”

You balked, “How is there more?”

He pulled you over to the tree, pinching an envelope from where it was balanced on a branch. Johnny passed it to you and waited. He held his breath and waited. Johnny looked at you in your blue dress that matched his tie, the balloons, the ornaments and waited for you. Beautiful you. His version of you. His Juliet.

When you’d unfolded the paper, your eyes went wide. It took you reading it three times before you even thought to speak, “Johnny.”

“You’re part of Cassiopeia, now.” His hands were behind his back, “You’re a star.”

“Johnny.”

“There’s a telescope under the tree. When there’s a clear night, I figured we could try and find you.”

Every word he said overwhelmed you. Your head was spinning, surrounded by your sanctuary of butterflies. The paper in your hands trembled, your vision blurred, “This is…” Your throat was dry, next, “Johnny, this is the nicest thing anyone has given me.”

“I’m glad you like it, babe.”

“No, I’m not - I’m not wording it right. I love it, Johnny. I love it so much.” The thread you were dangling from was too precarious for you to keep speaking. Another word and you thought you’d collapse and Johnny was so far away, he was too far away when all you wanted to do was kiss him, “Johnny, I-”

“Let me kiss you, baby.” He was inside your head. Johnny was reading your every thought, every move you made and working his way from your thoughts into your heart - he’d made space for himself there, you’d let him. He took a step towards you, “Please.”

You nodded.

He scooped you up into his arms, lifting you to wrap your legs around him. Your arms held onto his neck, wrapping around him until there wasn’t any space between the two of you, until it felt like you molded into one person. Johnny’s lips, Johnny’s lips. Two months of kissing his lips hadn’t taken away the rush. Two months of kissing Johnny, one month of kissing Johnny as your boyfriend.

One minute of kissing the man who secured you in the sky.

He was panting, lips still on yours, “Merry Christmas, my Juliet.”

“Merry Christmas, Johnny.”

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I love your stuff so much!! I was wondering if maybe you had some headcanons for some of the girls?? I'd love to hear them :3

Hi anon, thank you so much! This is so fun, I want to yap about the girls more often so I guess this is a good starting point!!!

Lily

I love Lily so much, since dying my hair ginger one of my favourite comments I get on tiktok is people saying I look like how they picture Lily which is the biggest compliment. I hc Lily as being bi and currently my favourite person to ship her with is Pandora but I have Chappell Roan related plans to write a one-shot of MaryLily. Lily's favourite flowers are daisies and angel's breath and you can find them in her hair during the summer. She loves to read either by the fire when it's cold or under a tree in the park in July. She's an omnivert and enjoys quiet study sessions with Remus where they don't have to talk but also is very happy to be dragged up to do karaoke with Mary and Marlene. Her favourite colour is sage green because it brings out her freckles and her favourite season is spring because she says "the air just smells different". Also plus-size Lily all the way!

Mary

Mary is a girl's girl. She is the one who teaches the younger students how to do their makeup and and is the chief hair braider. She has a diary the whole way through school and she writes all of her juiciest secrets in there because she knows all the gossip about everyone and keeps them all in the bottom of her trunk. Her favourite song would either be Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac or Does Your Mother Know by ABBA. She is the biggest flirt with everybody and the real Casanova of Gryffindor Tower. Her signature lip gloss is cherry scented and everyone is the group has had at least one kiss on the cheek from her which has left a pinky-red lip gloss mark there. If I was going to assign a fc for her it would be Rachel Chinouriri, I think she's so beautiful and the Mary vibes are just there.

Marlene

Marlene being from Manchester is so real for me. She grew up supporting Manchester United and went to the matches with her dad. She is the masc lesbian of my dreams (I saw someone who looked like her once and I might have fell a little bit in love) and they own the wolfcut. Marls can be sighted wearing a little top (baby tee/ tight crop top) and big pants (literally the baggiest jeans you have ever seen). When Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis comes on, she is singing the loudest. Marlene never came out, everyone just knew they are gay and when they got their first girlfriend everyone just shrugged and was like "cool". Marlene uses she/they pronouns and will punch anyone in the dick if they are mean to her friends. She absolutely adores Dorcas and is like "my girlfriend" at any opportunity. You can catch Marlene dancing along to Seventeen Going Under by Sam Fender because "he just gets me", she she will insist he is the only man she could ever love just to annoy the Marauders boys.

Pandora

My Ravenclaw girliiieeee!! If you couldn't tell, Pandora has really grown on me recently and I am slowly working up to writing a fic where she is in the main ship. Pandora being a Ravenclaw like Luna is so important to me and I hc her as a Rosier and is Evan's twin when I write her, but not the way that people normally write them. Pandora is very adamant that she is her own person and there is more to her than being a twin. She loves her experiments which we know from canon, she would have loved watching How Its Made (the tv show), and was that kid who would take things apart to see how they work. She collects insects like butterflies, moths and beetles and keeps them in a display in her room and has pet stick insects that she loves to freak people out with. Pandora would LOVE Paris Paloma, she's vibing with Labour and Notre Dame and The Fruits. Although I said I love shipping Lily with Pandora, Xenophilius and Pandora (xenodora) have my heart, I love them, they are my favourite straight-presenting queer couple. I think they chose the surname Lovegood when they got married (I hc Xeno as a disowned Malfoy) which I know a few people hc. I could talk about Pandora forever but I will move on.

Dorcas

Last but not least, Dorcas! She's the kind of girl who calls everyone babydoll (Barty loves it). She's such an it-girl and would be the person you see on Instagram posing in front of the houses in Kensington with her iced coffee. Dorcas is taalllll and has legs for days, models should be glad she decided to stick to being the office siren. Her favourite hobbies are judgingly people watching in the window seat of coffee shops, and taming her girlfriend to stop them from trying to fight everyone who looks at the two of them funny. Everyone thinks Dorcas hates them at first (even Marlene who spend months thinking Dorcas was rebuffing her advances), but she just looks at everyone like that, she shows her love by being mean. Dorcas loves to listen to Rina Sawayama, her favourite song is STFU!

I'm just gonna stick with those 5 for now because they're the ones I write in my fics. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to yap about them!!! <3