#one has a dent in it i just don't feel right gifting it

[autobahnmp3]

thinking abt gifting the bss abum to my friend bc personally design is super important to me and it's quite plain and she has become a huuuuge fan this year

[sylusjinwoon]

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perfect.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings: i need to write out a sudden brainrot with another thirst post. if n-fw stories make you uncomfortable, or you are a minor, i recommend you skip this story and read my more fluffy stories.

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anonymous said: Reader who's insecure x Jinwoo who fucks the insecurity out of them, like wdym you think you don't deserve someone like him? Hecc no I am gonna marry you one of these days 🙄😍😍😍😍 LMAOOOOOOO

anonymous said: oh my god… Belly bulge kink + dacryphilia +feral Jinwoo; This sudden thought got me thirsty and tweaking forreal ಠ⁠,⁠_⁠｣⁠ಠ

jinwoo took notice of how oddly quiet you were after dinner. because it was your 5 year anniversary, he wanted to be his usual, doting self, wishing to spoil you with a delicious dinner while surprising you with yet another gorgeous piece of jewelry.

for this year’s anniversary, he gifted you a diamond necklace that had a diamond in the shape of a star, the chain made of white gold. your eyes were awed at such a gorgeous sight, and you were so choked up with emotion that you could do little but return his sweet kiss the moment he clasped the chain on your neck.

you had run to the restroom after dinner, and he recalls giving you one last kiss before you excused yourself. jinwoo had simply been scrolling through his phone, waiting for your return, when he sees someone from his periphery sidle up to him.

“hello handsome.” a sultry voice calls out to him, filling jinwoo with disgust as the woman presses her breasts against his shoulder. “i see you’re all alone, perhaps i can keep you company tonight?”

jinwoo’s eyes glow a threatening purple hue, and he nearly choked the damn wench when he icily tells her, “no, thank you. i’ve got everything that i need with the woman i love. she is the only one that has my heart, so i suggest you back away from me right this minute.”

perhaps it was the tone in his voice, or the way his handsome features were painted in a permanent scowl filled with hatred that made the loose woman immediately back away from him. she lets out a huff, flipping back her long curls as she hastily walked away from him (trying to keep what little pride she had left with her).

but damn, it seemed that the damage had already been done when you reappeared, expression appearing devastated as you clutch on tightly to the straps of your purse.

“sarang.” jinwoo’s voice loses all traces of annoyance and hatred upon seeing you. he gets off his seat, wrapping an arm around your form when he sweetly asks, “shall we head home?”

when a soft hum heard coming from you was all that he hears made the warning bells go off in jinwoo’s head. his eyebrows were furrowed, gently leading you away from the restaurant and back into the car as he drove you back home.

he was ready to open the door for you, but shockingly, you shove open the passenger door first, already marching toward your shared home with your keys in hand. feeling bewildered, jinwoo could do little but watch you with wide eyes.

his hands were clenched in fists, slamming it down against his vehicle, nearly placing a dent within it. you must have seen that damn minx trying to seduce him. he had to clear up all misunderstandings-

he had to remind you that you were the only woman for him.

after spending some time outside, (giving you a moment of solace alone), jinwoo follows after you, with a hand shoved deep into the pockets of his dress pants. locking the door, he goes toward your shared bedroom, pushing open the door fully to see you staring at your reflection with a forlorn expression.

your dress lay beneath your feet in a crumpled mess of fabric. dressed only in your undergarments, he watches as you pick and prod at your every features while running a hand down in a slow and deliberate manner down your body.

admittedly, just seeing you touching yourself (even in such a non-sexual manner) was enough to make a shot of desire course through him. feeling his pants begin to tighten, jinwoo had to let out a deep breath so that he could try to communicate with you properly.

“honey, what’s wrong?” he joins you, remaining behind you as he brushes his lips against your hair. a whimper escapes from your lips when you tell him (sounding completely and utterly heartbroken), “you deserve better than me.”

jinwoo felt his blood run cold just then, lips already parted to voice his protests when you interrupt him, “i saw the woman that came up to you tonight. she was gorgeous, jinwoo. her makeup and hair was flawless, and she had an hourglass figure that women die for. and look at me, i’m-“

“you’re the only woman who can make me this hard.” jinwoo leans down to whisper harshly in your ear, biting down against the shell of it as he purposely presses your half naked form to the spot between his legs, allowing you to feel the tent you had caused beneath you.

“j-jinwoo?”

he lets out a grunt of your name, wrapping both of his arms around your frame before slamming you down against the edge of the bed. eyes becoming dilated with desire for you, he gives your lips a searing kiss, groaning when he feels them part for him as he greedily steals a taste of you. while keeping his lips locked against yours, jinwoo takes off your bra that keeps your breasts hidden from him, uncapping it as he tosses it aside, earning yet another moan from you.

he was panting heavily as he looks down at you with lust and love in his eyes, seeing you nearly naked for him with the diamond necklace the only item that covers your body. such a seductive sight was enough to make his blood go red hot, making his cock grow even more for you.

he adored your kisses, he truly did-

but jinwoo was a starving man-

and he wanted a part of you that tasted so much sweeter than what your mere lips could offer.

jinwoo keeps your body still, kissing down every inch of skin he could reach before settling comfortably between the fat of your thighs. he sees the familiar wet stain against your panties, letting out a dark chuckle as he slowly takes off the damp fabric with his teeth alone. gently gripping at the bottom of your panties with his teeth, he continues to slide it down, allowing the sight of your soaked core to be freed for his eyes to see.

letting out a guttural groan of your name, jinwoo places his lips directly against your slick walls, his tongue diving in to taste and devour your honeyed sweetness as you cling to dear life against the sheets that made up your bed.

jinwoo knew your body better than the back of his own hand. he could play it like an instrument, eliciting the right amount of breathy sighs and high pitched moans as he uses his fingers and tongue to bring you to heaven.

when he feels you spilling yourself into his awaiting mouth, a dark chuckle escapes from him. he allows his lips to press a gentle kiss against your aching pussy before moving himself away from you.

“fuck, you taste so good… i can’t hold back anymore, i just can’t.”

your eyes remained hazy and unfocused when jinwoo simply tears off his expensive clothes, tossing them aside (like trash) until he was left just as bare as you were. while his hungry gaze remained honed in on your face, he could see the tears beginning to form against your pretty eyes.

and that just made his need to claim you increase even more.

with a groan, he pulls you closer to him by your thighs, the mushroom tip of his cock already pressed against your entrance when he immediately thrusts deep inside of you.

you cry out when he begins to harshly thrust in and out of you, leaving you a mess as you lost all of your senses. not a single coherent word leaves your parted lips, only able to gasp and moan and repeat babbles that sounded oddly like his name over and over again.

and jinwoo wasn’t faring any better, for the moment he completely sheaths his cock inside of you, that was the moment he lost all train of thought as well.

the powerful hunter was absolutely mesmerized at how well you were taking him in. just seeing the sheer girth of his erection being hidden inside of your sweet cunt, even bulging against your soft abdomen, was enough to make jinwoo cum right then and there.

such a sight was enough to make him pound into you even faster, muscles clenching in response as jinwoo’s sole purpose was to gift you pleasure-

and gift you pleasure he did.

after a few more expertly timed and angled thrusts, jinwoo could feel yourself clenching tightly around him, trying to milk him for all he was worth-

but it didn’t work.

even with the evidence of your sweet juices coating his cock, jinwoo remained painfully hard for you. he gives you a few seconds of reprieve before continuing to pound into you, allowing the evidence of your release to cause the sounds of his lovemaking to be more apparent. each thrust was accompanied with a wet, squelching sound that makes your face heat up considerably.

“jinwoo… oh my god… jinwoo!” your cries of his name were like music to his ears as he proceeded to make love to you, pinning you to your shared bed as your toes curled in response to each and every one of his harsh thrusts felt against you.

how could you possibly think that he deserved anyone that wasn’t you?

how could you not see that he actually saw a future with you, with the engagement ring he had plans on giving to you hidden within one of his drawers?

ah, but perhaps he’ll save his proposal for some other time-

a time where he isn’t busy filling and splitting you open with his cock as he brought you to paradise throughout the entirety of the night ♡

a.n. - i need to get this thirst post out of the way and out of my system, so please forgive me 😭🙏🏻 completely unedited bc this is so self indulgent agslggkhssdhf

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[imdead770]

The Outsiders x Reader fluff - Sodapop Curtis

Authors Note - I had to hype myself up for this because I procrastinate too much.

Sodapop Curtis -

• I feel like writing this is so simple because this man is concerningly affectionate??

• There's so many sweet things he'd do

• Whenever he started flirting nobody even noticed because he's like that naturally

• Unlike Dallas he actually asked you out straight up.

• He almost threw up before asking you and was literally jumping up and down when he got home

• Darry had to grip his shoulders to keep him on the ground

• He wouldn't shut up about you??

• Before and after you started dating, you're his conversation

• The gang is so sick of it

• Your first date was so perfect

• He'd do everything

• Open doors for you, push your hair behind your ear

• 😭❤️

• Whenever you were driving to your date, he hyped himself up to hold your hand

• But when you beat him to it he almost wrecked the car

• He was smiling the whole time after that

• He was already smiling, but now it was full out grinning

• Compliments.

• Every fucking day.

• Your hair, your outfit, your body, your eyes, your voice, your personality

• Makes sure you know just how perfect you are everyday.

• Your first kiss.

• Fuck romcoms, this was so much better.

• 100% used some shit pickup line on the end of your first date just to kiss you

" darlin'.. what kinda lipgloss you got on? "

" strawberry.. why? "

" mind if I have a taste? "

• Screaming. Crying. Hollering.

• He was so surprised it actually worked

• Like Dallas, pet names are just normal at this point.

• Darlin', sweetheart, doll, baby

• Either that or some really sappy shit like sweetcheeks

• He's super sweet but I know damn well Sandy made a dent in him

• You know how he's super affectionate? He needs just as much affection.

• A lot of times you just lay down, hold each other and talk.

• You lying with your head on his chest, him playing with your hair as he talked about the time Steve nearly burned off his hair at DX.

• He's always toucuing you in some way shape or form

• Holding your hand, resting his hand on your thigh as he drives, kissing your cheek

• He's a PDA whore.

• Tries to help you with your homework but it ends up with him being way more confused then you.

" Hun, I gotta admit.. I ain't cut out for this. Go ask Dar. "

• Takes you out every Saturday

• Normally to the drive-in or some diner the gang talked about

• He's so loyal to you it's not even funny.

• Tells you every night about the girls who flirted with him at DX.

" You wouldn't believe it doll. I told her I ain't interested 8 times, everytime she just flipped her hair and kept on talkin'. "

• You always laugh your ass off because all these girls think they have a chance

• But you know damn well Soda would never do that

• One time a girl flirted with Soda infront of you

" You're real' sweet n' all, but I got a girlfriend "

" Aw cmon.. just cheat.. for me "

• The way you verbally harassed her.

• Sodapop nearly made out with you right then and there

• He 100% said I love you within the first month

• Almost cried when you said it back

• Talks about your future a lot

" How 'bout we name our kid Brooke? "

" I'm never havin' kids, Soda "

" Aw c'mon... can ya' imagine how good lookin' they'd be? "

• Kisses you an ass ton

• Always holds you close near the gang because he knows damn well half of them would fuck you given the chance 💀

• Saves up money to get you gifts

• Tries to remember the things you like for gifts but always scrambles it around

• Loves when you visit him at DX

• Makes his work days 11x better

• Literally so sweet to you

• You're crying? He'd literally drop everything to comfort you. Tired? He's already asleep with you.

• Talks about cars way too much

• Every day you have to explain you don't know what the fuck a carburetor is

• He's so used to having you around he has no idea how to operate without you anymore

• Like if you start sleeping together every night (keep it pg) and you have a school trip or something, he genuinely can't sleep

• He literally has to hold the pillow to sleep.

• Ponyboy was basically kicked out of the room because of you

• Still mad at you for that

• Your voice puts him to sleep

• If he lays on you while you're talking and you start playing with his hair, he'll literally be out in 2 minutes tops.

• He literally loves you so much and reminds you every chance he gets it

• The gang teases him but he doesn't care because you're way better than any of their girlfriends

• He's so perfect??

• Like you don't even understand how God did this.

• He's hot as hell, he's sweet, funny, caring

• He's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

• I love him so much 😔❤️

Steve's next

[dre6ming]

Christmas tree shopping

The delicate beginning rush

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warnings: smut, sex, explicit content, mentions of blood, crying, bad family relationships, fluff

Word count: ~3000

Plot: Christmas tree shopping puts a small dent into your heart considering the past, so when Austin asks that you do it together, you have some holdbacks.

I love Christmas! And that's that. I've always loved it, ever since I could understand the concept of it. I adore the buzz of the crowd searching for gifts, the smell of Christmas foods, the decorations, the songs, the movies. I mean you'd have to have a big lump of coal for a heart to not like Christmas. But with all my love for this time of the year, this year I'm just not feeling it.

As I walk the crowed streets of New York all on my own, with my big fluffy scarf covering most of my face, I look around at the stores wondering where I could go next, dreading going home, where Austin waits for me so we can go Christmas tree shopping. When he proposed the idea that we go together, I just nodded and smiled, but in my heart a big hole was being uncovered. I used to go Christmas tree shopping with my dad, some of my favorite memories with him, are of us choosing a tree, setting it up in the living room and decorating it together. Those were some of the best hours in the whole year. But then the divorce happened right before Christmas, no one bought a Christmas tree, I didn't even bother decorating that year, I stayed over at Timmy's house, then the year after that, was mine and Austin's first Christmas together, but he was with his family and I went again to Timmy's house.

This year though, he wants us to have a Christmas together together. He suggested that we spend it over at his LA home, but Christmas is supposed to be cold and wet and snowy, not sunny and hot, so we are going to have a small party at my apartment on the 25th, until then he wants all the Christmas stuff to be done. Which I'm more than happy to do, but I was hoping we'd get a fake tree from Amazon or something.

I feel my phone vibrate in the pocket of my coat and I know I can't ignore him, or he will get worried, so I sigh, taking the phone out and answering the call. "Hi, Aus! I'm still looking at a few shops, they've got really nice things out here, I bought some stuff." I lie, having not bought even a single thing. "Don't worry darling, I was just checking in, what do you say, I come get you with the car and then we go to the Christmas tree market?" He asks so sweetly, it hurts my heart. "Um actually I don't know, I don't think I'm gonna be much longer, so just wait for me back at the apartment." I hate the anticipation of the disappointment in his voice. "That's fine Y/n, just be safe, I love you!" I close my eyes and rub my temple with my free hand, feeling a headache creep it's way to me. "Love you too!" I cut the call short and keep walking, smiling as I spot the rusty old sign from Frank's record store.

As I enter the smell of cinnamon and chocolate, hits me, soft jazz playing in the background. The store looks empty today, except for Frank, sitting behind the counter, reading a book. As the door bell rings he looks up from his book and smiles at me, getting up to come hug me. "Hey kid, haven't seen you in a hot minute. Though I've heard plenty of you. I never knew fruitcake makes you sick" he laughs, referencing my latest album, a Christmas ep called fruitcake. "Very funny!" I giggle, unwrapping the scarf from my neck and undoing some of the buttons on my coat.

"Well I've been busy, but I'm home for the holidays." I say, looking around, skimming through some of the new records he has in store. "Hm I bet you're busy, touring arenas and all. Hey kid look what I have here." Frank says as he goes to the back and brings out a mysterious vinyl. "It's a first edition. A mix done on vinyl in the 90's, all your favorites are on here." He explains, replacing the vinyl he had one with the new one he brought. "Last Christmas I have you my heart.." the song starts playing and I start singing along.

"Want some hot cocoa?" Frank asks, putting the closed sign on the door, as I take of my coat to be a bit more comfortable. "Of course I want some, extra-" "-Whipping cream, I know" he finishes my sentence, making both of us laugh. As Frank goes to make the hot cocoa, I take my phone out and text Austin.

Me

Hey, something came up, I'm over at Roxy's place. Can we reschedule?

Austin

Sure, hope everything is alright. Love you 💜🧶

Me

Ofc, love you too

I hate lying to him, but I just don't feel like having a therapy session right now. "Hmm perfect!" I smile taking the cup from Frank and drinking some of the delicious hot beverage. "So any big plans for Christmas this year?" He asks, and I start telling him all about the dinner me and Austin are hosting for friends and family.

Before I knew it I had spent a few good hours over at Frank's store and then I had to call Matt to come get me with the car and drive me back home, as it had gone dark outside. So now I'm in the elevator, watching the buttons of each floor light up, until we get to number 10. I walk in and the whole place is quiet, no sight of Austin or any cats, so I guess that he must be sleeping. Tiptoeing to my room I find Austin sleeping on the bed with Simba and William cuddled up to him. Walking into the closet I try to make as little sound as possible and I start to take off my clothes.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I let out a small scream, startled for a moment. "Shh it's me" Austin whispers against my ear, kissing down my neck, I lean into him and reach my hand back, to comb through his thick hair. "It's ok.." I moan as he sucks the skin right above my collarbone. His hands travel down my abdomen and unbutton my jeans, his right hand sliding down between my legs, into my underwear. "Austin.." I sigh, putting all my weight on him. "Shh, don't talk." Austin says

He's skilled fingers work me like magic, his left arm tight around my waist holding me up, as he plugs a finger into me. I gasp, fisting his hair, as he moves slowly inside me. "Shh no talking." He repeats, after I try to moan his name again. This is something we've never done before, he usually likes me talking during sex, and he encourages me to be vocal, but this time he wants me to be quiet.

I'm lost in my train of thought and don't realize the moment he pulls his hand away and picks me up, taking me to the bed. "Aus?" I ask concerned as he removes my jeans but not my panties. He looks at me, but there's no tenderness like before, he looks mad? "No talking." Is all he says, as he takes off his clothes and puts on a condom, getting on top of me. "Aus baby, is something wrong?" I ask touching his face. A faint smile crosses his face and a glimmer of something sweet shows up in his eyes. My heart beats at a thousand miles per hour and I'm aroused as ever, but something is off.

"Nothings wrong, I just want to feel you." He says, kissing me, his hands going back to their ministrations. We move in sink and I reach behind me to unclasp my bra. Austin's hands go immediately to my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples. "Fuck!" He grunts as I sneak my hand down and pump his cock, touching his tip to my covered pussy, wishing right now there was no thin layer of cotton between us.

"Please!" I beg as his head nudges at my wet pussy, brushing against my clit, sending electric shocks up my spine. "Fucking hell!" Austin curses, guiding his hand between us, to push my panties to the side, quickly sliding into me. I wince in pain, as he usually takes his time opening me up, but this time he seems to be in a hurry. His lips find mine and he swallows my whimpers. When he's all the way in, he stills and waits for me to give him the ok to move. After a few moments of sitting like this conjoined, with my legs around his waist, my hand in his hair and his around my waist, something changes, something in him, he starts feeling warm and soft, unlike the cold stiff feeling he was giving me before, it's like he melts into me.

His hands moves up my body, wrapping tightly around me. "I'm sorry!" He says in a broken voice. "It's ok, doesn't hurt anymore, please move." I say caressing his cheek, encouraging him to pull his hips back. When his pelvis meets mine again, fireworks sparkle behind my closed eyelids. Austin starts a slow pace, each time going deeper and deeper if that were possible. The room is filled my muffled moans and skin slapping noises, as both of us feel closer and closer to the sweet release. "Shit Austin, I need more, please!" I beg arching my back to give him a new angle.

Austin groans in my ear and picks up the pace, placing one hand behind my head on the pillow and the other on my clit, rubbing slow circles. "I love you! I love you so much!" I say, feeling closer to my orgasm, my walls spasm around hid twitching cock. "Fuck!" His voice sound strangled and he moves faster, sloppier. "I love you I love you Iloveyou!" I say over and over again and over again. He keeps his moves fast and rhythmic, I curl my toes and pull on his hair, my orgasm wrecking through my body, tingling head to toe. Austin keeps moving until I feel him tens and he cums moaning into my shoulder.

We sit a few minutes tangled together, breathing in sink, his heart thudding against my chest. The  without a word, Austin pulls out, leaving me empty, getting up and going to the bathroom. I'm left staring at the ceiling, wondering what this whole experience was just weird. I sit up in bed and wrap myself in my fluffy robe, getting up, going to the kitchen to drink some water.

I keep thinking what just happened, I can't imagine what must have happened to make Austin act like this. It's not that the sex didn't feel good, it did, but it felt like he was somewhere else, or at lest trying to be somewhere else. "Are you hungry ?" I jump at Austin's voice, dropping the glass of water on the floor. Without thinking I try to reach for the broom, to clean this up, but I step on a shard of glass. "Aw, fuck fuck!" I let out, holding onto the counter, lifting my leg up to see if the cut is bad. It's only a small shard, so the cut is barely a graze, but blood is already coming out of it. "Don't move!" Austin warns, walking around the broken glass and water, coming next to me. He puts both hands on my waist and lifts me up on the counter, the going to clean the mess I made.

We sit in silence, as he cleans and I feel the blood dripping down my foot. When he's done, he goes away and I start thinking if he just left me here, which I know is stupid, but my brain can't stop making weird scenarios up. "Show me your leg!" Austin says, kneeling down in front of me, cleaning my wound and putting a bandage over it. "All done!"

"Are you mad at me?" I ask at the same time as he speaks and he blushes, looking the other way, avoiding my eyes. "Where were you today?" He asks and as I open my mouth to answer he interrupts me. "Don't lie, Roxy came over, thinking you were here." I sigh and jump off from the counter, ignoring the pain in my leg. I wobble a little bit, despite my best effort, so Austin puts his hands up around me, ready to catch me if anything were to happen. I look him up and down, thinking about what I could say, I could just tell him the truth, but I haven't really told him much about mine and my dad's relationship. He waits patiently for me to answer and the way his arms are still around me, like waiting for a hug, makes me want to melt right into him, but I choose the childish part of me, pushing him away and walking past him.

"Did something happen?" His voice sounds like an echo and for a moment I feel like he didn't even speak and it was all my imagination. I turn around slowly, looking at his face, his eyes are read, teary. "Aus-"

"I know you weren't at Roxy's place, you didn't answer your phone, you were out shopping all day and yet, came back with no bags or nothing." Austin's hands are shaking, so I walk up to him slowly, taking his hands in mine, but he takes a step back, pulling away, which breaks my heart. "Can we sit down? I can explain everything." He shakes his head and I close my eyes taking a deep breath, preparing for the things I'm about to say.

"I was at Franks store, I did go out to buy somethings, but my head was somewhere else so I didn't get anything, just walked around." I start saying and he fiddles around with his hands. "Why?"

"I wanted to go Christmas tree shopping, but it just it hurt to much. I haven't gone shopping with anyone other than my dad, it was our thing, but I'm no longer a part of his life and it's, it's like slowly learning how to breathe again." His face saddens more, but this time, the sadness is pointed my way, and I appreciate his empathy, but I'd like if he'd stop. "I'm sorry I really am, it's just been hard on me to.." my voice breaks down and I lick my lips, tasting the salt of my tears.

Austin closes the distance between and hugs me tight. "You should have told me, I'm sorry, we don't have to go if you don't feel like it, baby" he says rubbing my back, holding me close to him. "I think if you go with me , I could do it. " he chuckles, kissing the top of my head and we stand hugging for a moment.

"Aus?" I ask softly something still on my mind. "Yeah?" "Is something wrong, you felt a little cold, you know, earlier." I feel him stiffen a bit, so I wiggle out of his arms to look up at him. "Well I was worried about you and my sister told me that she and the kids are down with some virus and can’t make it to Christmas, so I was just filled to the brim with worry." I smile at him, touching his hair lightly, placing some flyaway hairs back. "Oh my baby, want some hot cocoa? And how about we bake something?" I say, walking back to the kitchen counter and getting things ready for a feel better night. "Your butter cookies? With orange?" He asks puppy eyed, making me giggle. "Well I did just buy some oranges yesterday, so why even ask?" I say putting milk on the stove to warm up and already measuring the right amount of flour and sugar.

Between finishing the hot cocoa and adding the flour to the dough, someone decided to start a fight with flour, so we're now laughing, picking flour from our hair, as the cookies rise. "You're such a child." I chuckle, wiping his nose. "I just couldn't help myself" he shrugs, smirking at me.

The next morning we wake up as late as we can and now we're enjoying a shower together. His hands wash my skin tenderly, massaging all the stiff spots. "I don't think I'll ever get bored of washing your hair!" He admits, bubbling the shampoo between his hands, then applying it to my hair. "Well I'll never get bored of you washing my hair, so lucky for you!"

After what must have been the slowest start of day in months, we finally enter the Christmas tree market, hand in hand. Being here does feel weird without my dad, but not as bad as I thought. Austin squeezes my hand three times and that calms me a bit, so I take a deep breath, looking at all the trees. "Can we get a huge one?" I ask already having my eye on one. "I was thinking smaller, but whatever you want." He says, looking the opposite way the trees that are way too small for my liking. "How about two trees?" I suggest, smiling at him.

"Honey I don't think we'll fit in the elevator with this." Austin says, as he pull down the tree that's almost twice his height, from the roof of my heel. Driving around New York with this on top of the car was of course something out of a comedy. "So up the stairs?" I ask hoping he'd say "no"

"I think so." He sighs, looking with dread at the staircase door. "Ok then.." I say defeated, locking the car and getting ready to help him.

Around the 2nd floor it feels like I'm dying, we decided that best way was for me to go up pulling and him pushing form down. "I think we're going somewhere." I encourage, already cursing myself for not going to the gym enough. Austin laughs, form somewhere behind the tree branches. "Yeah the North Pole!" He jokes

On the 10th floor we  stop at the door of the apartment, him in better shape than me, but still just as tired. "You have no idea how lucky you are I love you!" Austin says, kissing my cheek. "I love you too!"

"Is it straight?" Austin asks from under the tree, trying to place it in the tree stand. "A little to the left!" I instruct. "My left? Or your left?" He asks, out of breath. "Mine, ugh no, yours. I don't know, can you get out of from there?" I ask and he comes to sit next to me. The tree is still very much crooked, but I think I like it this way. "I think I like it this way!" Austin says, rubbing my back. I snuggle into his side and stand on my tippy toes to kiss him. "I think I agree!"

"I think I love you!" He says, picking me up and spinning me around. "Did you notice that you kinda picked a tree looking like me and I picked one looking like you?" Austin jokes again, but as I look at the two Christmas trees, now realizing that the very obvious height difference does resemble the one me and Austin have between us. "I think we just did the funniest thing." I admit, going to the boxes on the floor and taking an ornament out, placing it in the smaller tree Austin chose. "Merry Christmas, y/n! I love you!" Austin says, placing and ornament in the tree I picked. "Merry Christmas Austin, I love you too!"

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Cholly and Jessica rabbit darling 🙏🙏 maybe a blurb?

Toon Yan + G.N "Jessica Rabbit" Singer Darling Blurb

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There's a certain bar in town.

The walls haven't received a fresh coat of paint since opening day and the drinks are piss poor at best yet lines wrapped around the block on slow days and patrons regularly fought for their spot below the already crowded stage. The old girl had a trick up its sleeve - a star act who stole bated breathes with once glance and captured lonely hearts with first hymn. A singer with the grace of an angel plucked from the heavens above and the lure of those below. How such a place came to employ a prized gem like them was a mystery, but so long as they were under their roof - seats were packed and business was booming.

With their charm, it was only a matter of time before suitors came rolling in. The love letters and gifts were sweet for a time, but a silent rejection just wasn't enough for those trapped under their spell. Fans threw themselves at the poor thing every chance they received - ambushing them outside their dressing room or on walks home and even climbing on stage in the middle of their performance on a few occasions. The singer was a professional in letting down their admirers gently, but everyone has their limits and when someone couldn't take the hint-

"I'm flattered, truly, but I already have someone waiting for me at home. They get terribly worried if I'm not home soon at this hour."

Their claims were true - in a way. In the past, all that waited for them was an empty bed and a tv, but through countless hours of watching old cartoons - it seemed there was always someone watching them back. It'd definitely put a dent in their tips if word spread far, but they had to get it out the new out their at some point. Besides, if anybody knew, they certainly kept their mouths shut to the press. In reality, their relationship wasn't as hidden as they portrayed. If one paid close attention to the loudest cheers in the crowd, they might piece two and two together with the voice that follows them home.

"Another amazing performance, Doll. I don't know how you manage to do it, but it's like a breath of fresh air everytime you get up on that stage."

"Oh, stop. You know I wouldn't be anywhere without the support of my fans and a certain little troublemaker."

"Well, I'd say that someone is a pretty lucky person. Would'a brought a fruit basket to go with those flowers I left in your dressing room, but honestly all the ones I've eaten recently have tasted a little bitter - cause I've got the sweetest peach on my arm right now."

"You're terrible!"

Many questioned why the singer choose who they did. Nobody ever got a good look at them upfront, but even from afar the difference were stark. The singer was taller than their partner even without heels, not to mention their strange tone of voice and need to throw a joke into almost every conversation. What on earth would someone as elegant as them want with a creature like that. The answer was quite simple.

"They make me laugh."

The answer might seem a little lackluster, but in a time and city like this, you'll fine a big of laughter does the soul good. There was more to it than that. Their partner made them feel safe and secure. They knew when to cut the theatrics and truly care for their love in moments of need. On top of that, the singer hadn't ran into any issues with crazy fans since their relationship began. They assumed they were deterred by the fact of them having a lover and while some were - majority weren't. They poured all their time and money into getting their attention, and they chose some random person for what - a laugh? There must be more- More than the laughter or cheap comfort. They could provide all that and then some. If anyone decided to let their anger get the better of them and confronted the singer's lover they'd gladly tell them.

"You wanna know why they choose me over you and the rest of the chumps that fawn over a taken person? You reeeeeally wanna know why Y/n picked me? Haha!... - that's easy. You can beat me, shoot me, stab me and I'll be just fine, but all it takes for you is one little cut and you're gone for good. And you'll never guess what I have in my other hand...just like all the others... If ya do - might even give you a five seconds head start."

[atinylittlepain]

Chapter Six

no-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!oc

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warnings: 18+ heavy angst, references to past injury related to DV

a/n: so we are in for another heavy sitting. as always, my goal is always truth, nothing gratuitous, but honest. my DMs are always open, I'd love to hear what you're thinking about this one.

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Step into the light poor Lazarus

Don't lie alone behind the window shade

Let me see the mark death made

I dream a highway back to you

I dream a highway - Gillian Welch

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Where does the thaw begin? It is always gradual. Always give and take. Taking tentative, preening steps out into the sun one day, only to be snapped back into place by a sudden snarl of cold the next. But eventually, that perpetual dull thrum of white starts to melt. The streams in the mountains swirl and slurry up with it, a froth of life that churns down into the rivers that run a faint thread along the highway. Boulders will be moved,  small trees uprooted, a whole new season breeding activity. The landscape rearranged, reconfigured until eventually, settling, eventually, green.

The flock is certainly happy for it, proud and relieved bleats, their heads tossed back in the clear, cool morning air. The two newest members of the group are still getting their legs under them, a little uncertain in maneuvering around the remaining slush, quick clipped jumps and jolts to catch up with their mother. And Dove is never far behind these days. Not even Dolores in his mind any more. Dove, Dovey, Dovey-girl whenever they go down to the bar and she’s beating him or John at darts. 

Punch and Judy might like her just as much as they like their mother, necking and nuzzling up against her shins like cats, contented sounds whenever she greets them in the morning. Joel tends to hang back, letting her make her rounds, inarguably the favorite of both flock and feather. A gift, bells of laughter and the bright glint of her smile, even when she catches his eyes from across the field, like maybe it could be for him too.  And then he remembers that is it for him too, because she always comes back, always comes to him with her eyes squinting into the sun and her smile slanting with the scrunch of her nose.

“They’re getting bigger everyday.” He thinks to himself that he wishes she wouldn’t remind him. Time has a way of getting parceled and pinched out here. Secret time, stolen time, no one paying much attention to time. How long has it been? Counting months in his  mind as they make breakfast. He figures nine by the time they sit down. So much time. Time he has been greedy with. Enough of it that she may no longer need to stay. Or may no longer want to. He winces into his mug, small, sharp hurt that he is all too familiar with. Doubt makes him sulk, makes him slump. But then she always does something like she does right now. Touching just to touch. Something curious about it, like she is still unsure if she is allowed to, like this is not something she has had before now. Careful fingers curling around his wrist from across the table, coaxing his palm up to the ceiling so she can press her hand flat against his. He can feel her pulse where the pads of his fingers rest against the soft inside of her wrist, steady, with the occasional stutter. 

“Do you want to go tonight?” 

“If you do, yes.” Who says what, it doesn’t matter. Call and response goes both ways for them. If you do, then I do, and if I do, then you do. 

“We don’t have to stay long.” Always giving her an out. She curls her hand around his.

“You just don’t want to lose at darts again.”

“You always win.” 

“Don’t be a poor sport about it, I won’t want to play with you any more.”

“Hey.” That smile is for him, no question. 

…

It isn’t often that Joel gets anything in the post. There is a mailbox at the end of the dirt road leading to the house. It has a large dent in its side, and has since he bought the place, near impossible to pry open. The mailman’s frustration with it is clear in how the lid is now hanging off its hinges, some sort of envelope, thick and obvious, sticking out of it as they drive home in the afternoon. 

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure, I wasn’t expecting anything.” But he knows exactly what it is when he opens it, the knife he used to slice through the top of the padded envelope clattering onto the dining table when he pulls out a thick stack of documents from inside. 

On top is a birth certificate. A hospital in Lincoln, Nebraska, and the first name is Dolores. And he shouldn’t, but she’s still toeing out of her shoes and hanging up her coat, so he quickly thumbs through the rest. A packet, and he recognizes what it is immediately. All those years ago, with Sarah’s mom, he got a packet that looked just like this. Divorce papers. 

“Joel?” It startles him, and he knows he’s been caught, quietly setting the stack of papers down on the table, not quite able to meet her gaze.

“Those are for you.” He can’t watch, only catching a glimpse of the way her brow pulls down, a slight frown as she pads around the side of the table to get a better look. 

“Oh.” She doesn’t pick them up, just drags her hand across them to fan the papers out on the table. And it’s a posture he hasn’t seen from her in a long time, the way she curls her arm back into herself, everything shutting and shuttering up tight and small. No, he can’t watch, but he can’t walk away either, shifting in his boots, his eyes landing on her only to flit away fast. She’s not moving, and he’s not sure if she’s even breathing, it’s that silent, save for the soft creak of the floorboards with his anxious shuffling. 

“Do you have a pen?” It takes him a breath to realize that she’s asking him, and then he sets himself into stuttering motion. His hands feel too big, too shaky as he fumbles through the junk drawer in the kitchen, though something has changed in Dove, her shoulders straightened and smoothed out when she takes the pen he offers her. She hunches over the table, squinting through each page, a quick flurry of signatures that he knows she shouldn’t be dashing down so fast. But there’s no stopping her. Rampage and war path all in one, she huffs when she gets to the end of the packet, pinning the whole stack down with the pen and stepping back from the table like she escaped from something just in time. 

“When do you want to leave for the bar?” She asks it light as air, a strange rolling back of her shoulders, her eyes settling somewhere just past him, not quite meeting him. He has to gather himself before he answers, stunned, and a little spooked, if he’s being honest. 

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” 

“What does that mean?” All edge and ice, his stomach lurches quick and awful at this new thing, this very new, very frightening thing that she seems to be doing.

“Nothing, Dove, it doesn’t mean anything. But we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to.” 

“Okay.”

Dinner is tight and silent as a fist. Neither of them looking at the other. She pushes the food around her plate, though he’s not sure if any of it actually gets eaten. And he can feel his own frustration mounting, that urge to get just a little big, and a little loud, to tell her no, to put his foot down, to stop whatever this is. But he knows that whatever this is, no matter how mean she makes it look, it is a hurting thing. 

So they go to the bar, and he lists at the periphery of the small crowd, making meaningless conversation with Rod about the weather while he keeps the lion’s share of his attention on Dove. 

She doesn’t like to drink, not usually. Most of the time, she’ll politely sip down half a beer, promptly handing it to Joel for him to finish. But tonight, she has already lined up three tidily finished bottles on the table next to where she’s playing darts with John, and while everyone else is jovial, enthused and amused by this sudden outgoing shift in her demeanor, all Joel feels is a nervous stutter in his chest. 

He watches, quietly and carefully, until he cannot stop himself from stepping in any longer. It’s quick, the way she stumbles back into a table, sending a few bottles rolling over onto the floor before John can hook a steady arm around her shoulders. It’s enough to get Joel moving. 

“John, I think it’s time for us to be heading home.” 

“John, I think it’s time for us to be heading home.” It’s slurred and stilted, a garish mimicry of his voice that she punctuates with a hiccup and a fragment of a laugh, still slightly swaying from her hold on John’s arm. And when Joel reaches for her, a murmured please, Dove, pain wraps itself around his heart, an awful throb of it, when she jerks her arm away from him, stumbling over her feet and in turn nearly causing John to lose his balance. She is mean like this, he realizes, meanness that he didn’t know she was capable of. A hot scoff and an I’m fine sharp from the back of her throat, steeling herself away from John and holding onto a table to steady her shake.  Joel swallows around heat and sickness in his throat watching the broken sigh that curls in her shoulder blades. Not mean, after all, but hurting. 

“Yeah, I’d say so. I think Dovey-girl here had a little too much fun tonight.” He knows it’s John’s weak attempt to smooth whatever tension seems to be hissing. Right, fun. Joel tries for what he can of a smile, though it’s more grimace than anything else, quietly coaxing an arm around Dove’s waist, not even sparing John a second glance as he shuffles them out of the bar and into the quick snap of cool night air. 

She’s laughing, her head thrown back on her neck, lolled to the side. And it isn’t the laugh he has gotten used to. It’s a bitter thing, an ugly thing, mingling and mixing with that broken rasp of hers. A miracle that he can get her into the car. Usually so tentative with touch, her hands are everywhere, skittering up his chest, tugging in his hair, pulling at his coat, his belt, all while slurring soft iterations of his name. He feels like he’s going to throw up. And maybe it’s a little mean, the way he collects both her wrists in one broad palm and tucks them pointedly in her lap. For a moment she stills, a tremble in her lip that he thinks is threatening tears, but then she tilts her head back in another sharp giggle, distracted enough with her own unraveling that he can shut the passenger-side door and hurry around to his side of the car. 

The roads are dark, the mountains the faintest purple shadow in the distance. He rolls all the windows down, hoping that the swift whip of wind might help sober her up. She’s silent in the passenger seat, but he can feel her heavy stare, her cheek dropped down to her shoulder to look at him. 

“Joel.” Lilting and long, a little sing-songy call of his name, Jooooel. He doesn’t indulge it with any attention, keeps his eyes focused on the road getting eaten up by headlights in front of them. But she doesn’t abide by that for long. He tries to shake it off at first, jostling his knee like that might make her take her hand away. A quiet don’t, do not, Dove, when her palm starts to skirt higher, curling around his thigh.  And it becomes too much so suddenly, so quickly. 

“Godfuckingdamnit!” 

In a blink, in the time it took for her hand to brush against the in-seam of his jeans, he has driven them off the road and into the soft, new grass on the side of the highway. He has gotten loud, and he has gotten big, shoulders hulking up toward his ears as his eyes flash, frenzied, over to her. And she has gotten small again, pressed back against the passenger-side door, silent and unblinking. He has scared her. But she has scared him as well. 

Neither of them say a thing. He allows himself two deep breaths, and then he guides the car back onto the road. 

She is still, subdued, and when he finally parks in front of the house, he realizes that she has fallen asleep, her lips parted and her head tilted back. He had hoped that she wouldn’t, but she stirs when he opens the passenger door, an indignant sound in the back of her throat as he unbuckles her seatbelt for her. He moves to take his hand away, but she catches his wrist, a weak hold that he doesn’t resist. 

At first, he cannot understand what she’s saying, something mumbled and murmured, her lashes dropped down to her cheeks. She says it once, twice, and it starts to become clearer. You, me, you don’t, me, you don’t want me. 

“That’s not true, Dove.” She sighs, running her thumb over his knuckles, her weepy eyes flickering up to his beneath her brow. And it’s terrible, tearing something open inside of him when she tries to lean forward, tries to pull him closer, tries again. Terrible that he has to press a hand to her shoulder to keep her from doing something that she will surely regret. Something he doesn’t know if she would even want, if not for the haze she is in. Maybe the most terrible part of it, actually. 

And then that same chorus. You don’t want me, want me, want me, you don’t want me. And he could laugh, and he could cry, because all he has been doing is wanting her, and trying to stop himself from wanting her. 

“Not like this.” He says it so quiet, he doesn’t know if she hears it, listing somewhere between consciousness and sleep. If she does, she shows no sign of acknowledging it, just letting out a long string of sighs as he helps her out of the car and into the house. 

Her face is tucked into the side of his neck, blowing hot breath against his skin as he makes the awkward stumble up the stairs with her clinging under his arm. He manages to get her shoes off, and her coat, which once was his, but has been hers for a while now. It’s silent, save for her quiet murmurs of protest to any movement, eyes scrunched shut as he coaxes her under the covers. All she offers is one more sigh of his name, like penance or prayer, before she slips back under merciful sleep’s thumb. 

Joel doesn’t get into bed with her. He can’t. He knows that he can’t, not right now. So instead, he sits down on the floor with a quiet groan, letting his back rest against the wall across from the bed, his head tipping back, like maybe there might be some sort of answer in the vertical.

There is no answer.

…

The difference between grief and mourning is noun and verb. Grief, the thing, and mourning, what you do with it. Never pretty, never perfect, never graceful, or gracious, any of it. 

When Sarah was in middle school she went through a phase of being interested in the paranormal, in death, and what might come after it. Every night, Joel would come home and find her on the couch, watching the same show in which people recounted all their various and supposed hauntings. It had worried him at the time, going to his mother, even to Tommy, asking them if they thought it was strange. It would pass, the advice he received from everyone around him. Being young, it’s natural to wonder if and when the time for all of that to end will come. So when he would come home at night, he would wordlessly join her, somewhere between awake and asleep, half-listening to the television. But now, he remembers something that was said through the thick static of cable. Unfinished business, right, hauntings happen when patterns must be returned to and repeated. Phantom figments playing out all that was left unsaid, undone. 

What happened last night had nothing to do with him. He is pretty certain it could have been anyone sitting in the driver’s seat alongside her. All that Dove needed was a willing participant, a captive cast member, to enact a haunting of her own, to close some gap, stitching some snapped thread in her mind. No, nothing to do with him, nothing at all. 

At some point, sleep caught him, slumped to the side, a sharp pain in his neck when he wakes up, still seated on the floor. Dove isn’t in bed, a rumple of sheets where she had been laying. He’s too tired for that quick pulse of panic to fan into any real flame, but he does consider it. That maybe this is what leaving looks like. 

But no, he stumbles out onto the porch, hurting with how bright it is, no. She is out there with the flock, still in her clothes from last night. He can only see her back with the way she is sitting in the field, spine curled over and into itself. 

Shame settles thick and toothsome in his gut, though why he isn’t sure, anxious and awkward in how he comes to stand just in her periphery, letting presence be known, but not needed. She is crying. 

“I am so sorry, Joel.” She says it plainly, voice flat and distant. And he isn’t going to say that it’s alright, because they both know that whatever that was, nothing about it was right. Purposeful, but not intended for pain. When cornered, a wounded animal will lash out against anything that moves, innocent or arbiter. 

“I know you are, Dove.” When he takes a step closer to her, Avril lets out an indignant bleat from where she is watching a few paces away, part of her flock, a warning that she will do more if she does not like what she sees. Under any other circumstances, Joel would roll his eyes at the animal, ridiculous, but today it keeps him at a distance, sitting down far enough from Dove that he could not reach for her if he tried. And he would like nothing more than to reach for her, to forget what happened last night, to go back to the way things were. A stupid wish, a childish wish, one that cannot be made real. 

“I don’t ever want to be like that again.” 

“You aren’t like that.” And he means it. That wasn’t her, not the present her. A ghost somewhere inside of her that found its way to the surface, breaking beneath her skin. 

“I understand if you want me to leave.”

“I don’t.”

“I was awful to you.” He doesn’t speak at first. Because yes, it was awful. An awful thing that makes him feel sick now even thinking of it. And awful too, that he knows he would forgive her of anything. Already forgiving this. 

Punch comes wobbling up to her, taking the laces of her boots in her mouth before snuffling up her leg, nosing under Dove’s palm, intent on affection that she is so willing to give. Maybe they have let these girls get too domestic, a little too comfortable with humans, but he doesn’t care, watching a watery smile try to spread across Dove’s lips as she scratches behind the lamb’s ears. 

“How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts, but I deserve it.” No, he thinks, none of this has been deserved. A strange cascade of poison. Cause and terrible effect. 

When he reaches for her, Avril abides, plodding away, if not a little indignant. He takes up her hand in his, and though ligament and lines remain limp, she lets him, still not looking at him, but letting him. 

“I am so sorry.”

“I know you are.” 

…

He takes care of it for her. Seals the packet of paperwork back in the envelope and writes the requisite address on the front, tucks the whole thing in the backseat of the truck. And they move like careful planets, still in orbit, but trying hard not to touch, to linger. 

The first thing he does after dropping her off at the diner is go to the post office, though he thinks twice of it. Reopens the envelope in the driver’s seat  for the third time now and reads through the whole thing, every condition, every clause. A clean break seems to be the sum of it, nothing glaring to any of it. So he closes the envelope one more time, and posts it back to Nebraska. 

It’s a wordless communication, the way she turns in the passenger seat to check for it when he picks her up in the afternoon, settling back when she sees that it is gone. Still smarting, both of them, they move carefully through their usual errands, the grocery and the library, the drugstore for a new bottle of Advil for her. 

Her voice has gotten worse over the months, since what happened in November. The word that she uses for it, not what he would call it, worse. Usually the hardest to hear her in the mornings, words cracking into whispers or suddenly stuttering up a pitch. He knows it upsets her, how she will quickly close her mouth mid-thought, lips pressed in a thin line like she couldn’t stand for any more of that sound to come out. He brought up the idea of taking her to see a doctor in Denver once, and she had scoffed, the whites of her eyes showing with their roll because no insurance, and what money she has, set aside for a different problem entirely. She hadn’t let him even begin to say that he would help her cover it. 

Today, it is particularly bad. Not in how it sounds, at least not to him, but in how it is clearly painful for her to speak, wincing around the few things she does say, the menial mundane things of errands, clearing her throat in between each response, a hand curled and hovering over the front of her neck, not touching, but sensing something that has seemed to change permanently. 

Maybe the alcohol, he thinks, the abrasive slip of it down her throat. Or maybe the fact of loud, the loudest he had ever heard her, those clipped laughs. Maybe a combination of the two. Whatever it is, he can see her frustration mounting with it, until finally, she sits with a terse crease in her brow and her lips kept in a stoic pinch on the drive back home. Betrayed by her own voice, in more ways than one. 

The only thing she does say, once the groceries are put away and Joel is preparing to help her make dinner, a rattling rasp, I’ll do it. A wave of her hands, away and behind her, and he won’t argue, worried she might cry if she has to speak any more. 

Disappointed that it’s him and not her doing the evening rounds, the sheep are at best tolerant of his care, keeping a dignified distance as he fills their water troughs and checks on the lambs. The chickens are less loyal, and more stupid, he thinks to himself, but even they seem a bit jaded when he is the one that shuts the coop for the night. 

The house is warm when he comes back inside, windows spilling syrup into the oncoming night. It smells good, salt and savor, something simmering on the stove. A strange contrast, the inherent life that a kitchen suggests, and the solemn way she is moving around it. Recompense, remorse, heavy things pulling at her shoulders, curling her smaller over pots and pans.

“This looks good, Dove, thank you.” She nods, passing him a full plate, warmth seeping into his palms from the bottom of it. But when they both sit down, he recognizes it immediately, so many steps back. Her hands are in her lap, and he already knows that she’s waiting for him to start. Doing that thing again, and he can do it too. Fork and knife remain untouched, he sits back in his chair, a small challenge. Maybe ten minutes pass like that, the steam from their plates long dissolved into the air, when she finally looks up at him, frustration clear in the pull of her brow. 

Something that she learned. Something that was taught to her, just like all the rest of her fear. Back when she first came to stay with him, she was always apologizing, always thanking. And the cooking, and the waiting for him to start before she would even consider her plate. Like punishment, like always being aware of some score, and afraid of what might happen if she does not balance it. And he’s watching her sink back into it, all of it, right now.

“Dove, please.” She blinks at him, a slack frown pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“You should eat, Joel.” She puts every ounce of sound she can behind it, and it still comes out quiet, a quick burst of decibel on eat, like her voice tried to kick up in her chest just enough to end on a good note, though his name comes out the softest of all of it, a whisper that seems to hurt. 

“So should you.” 

“I will.” 

“Now, please.” 

“I feel terrible.” And he knows that she isn’t talking about her lingering headache, not even the pain in her throat. He knows that she has probably been exacting perfect retribution on herself in her mind, all day. She looks miserable, because she has made herself miserable with guilt that has festered into shame.

“I forgive you, I do.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“You didn’t mean it.” Her eyes flicker, so small he might have imagined it. But no, something shifts behind her grimace, and he realizes that he might be wrong, that there had been some truth to her want last night. A want that she doesn’t know how to manage, a want that she doesn’t know what to do with. A want like his. 

“I don’t know how to, Joel.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“I don’t think I can stand it.”

“What can’t you stand?” 

“For you to not–” She cuts herself off, a sharp breath that threatens tears. But he knows it’s the same thing he’s afraid of that she is speaking to. Want can be so violent, so rash, so wicked and wretched in how big and bold and blustering it can get. But really, it is a child, hoping that someone will hold its hand, hoping, for once, that someone will walk it home, see it through the night. 

“It’s the same for me, Dove. I can’t stand it either.” 

On her terms, the only way this will ever work, he offers a quiet come here, please, pushes out his chair from the table, and waits for her to respond, to react. And yes, it takes time, but eventually, she does. 

“Warm.” Said to herself, maybe not meant to be said at all, her eyes intent on where her palm splays over his chest. He places his hand over hers, keeping it there. 

There is no one around for a good few miles, but here is what the coyotes see in the yellow drip of light coming from the kitchen windows. A man, sitting in a chair pushed back from a dining table, and a woman, standing between his legs, her hand on his chest, and his hand on her hand. And they are not smiling, neither of them, and they are not speaking either. They are looking at each other. The man places his other hand on the woman’s waist, and he gives her a small nod, a making sure, making okay. The woman nods too, and she lets her other hand settle along the man’s jaw. 

But people are very boring to coyotes, especially broken ones like these, so they do not stick around to see the rest, skittering off with a chorus of yips and clackering sounds, seeking their own small satisfactions. 

No, the coyotes do not see when the woman carefully dips her face down, nor do they see the man tilt his chin up in answer. And the coyotes certainly do not see the small, shivering kiss that is over as soon as it starts. Two shadows turning into one, and only the smallest sliver of light between them when they separate again. 

The coyotes have much more interesting matters to tend to than such human things. After all, spring has finally come to the mountains.

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[breezybangtanbebe]

Underwater: Monsta X Hyung Line ❤️‍🔥

A/N: just me thinking about how the guys would react to making their woman squirt. Something short and nasty. Don't mind me.🌚

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Shownu

Not really known to be a sloppy guy, Hyunwoo is usually an efficient lover. Even when he cums, he prefers it to be inside of you.

He's not picky about where exactly but it's rare for him to let a drop of his cum sully your skin or the sheets, despite you wanting it all over you sometimes.

Up until the first time he made you squirt.

His muscles strained from hinging his hips back and forth, pinning you beneath him on his king-sized bed. Your legs are pushed back with his hands slotted under your knees and you can barely breathe.

But you'd risk passing out for how heavenly Hyunwoo's dick felt plunging into you at the deep angle.

"Hyun.." you stutter, gasping sharply when the tip of him hits you right on that rigid spot between your walls, causing you to beg for him never to stop.

As if he could. Hyunwoo grunts in tandem with his strokes and all of his body's focus goes into hitting your spot over and over until the dam breaks.

Its warmth is unexpected and the way it makes you clench around his shaft has him gasping.

"Fuck.." he shudders, his mouth hanging open as he leans back to watch his dick spearing into your waterfall.

Your eyes are rolling back into your head and your jaw slacks as you cry out, a shiver overtaking you as you plummeted.

Hyunwoo fucks you through what had to be the sexiest climax he'd ever seen and he couldn't care less about the puddle forming beneath you.

Wonho

Fucking you from behind was when it usually happened. Hoseok had a way of driving himself down into your walls that always hit you directly where your pussy begged to be stimulated.

Your face had become one with the bedding, drool, and tears staining the pillowcase as your lover drilled into you. You hiccuped his name over and over.

To him, it's barely discernable but he loved hearing you groan and whimper for him.

Hoseok's huge hands dug dents into your waist with one foot planted flat beside your knee.

He fucked you hard and precisely, ensuring the arch of your back was sufficient enough for him to be as deep as he can be.

"Let it go. Give it to me.." he growls, snapping into you faster. All the air in your lungs rushes out of you the moment you're hit with the hardest orgasm of your life.

Ok, maybe you were exaggerating but it always felt that way when your walls clenched onto Hoseok for dear life. A waterspout of lust erupts all over his shaft, splashing his hairless pelvis and naval.

He tips his head back and relishes in the wetness, pulling your body back against him for a few more strokes before pulling out.

Warm spurts of cum jut from his tip just as it emerged from your dripping cunt, painting your entrance with his signature.

Minhyuk

Oh, this sadistic fucker makes it his goal to make you squirt.

One hand around your throat, the other busy strumming your clit at a torturous pace, Minhyuk bucks his hips upward as you ride him tirelessly.

His bent knees gave you the support needed to maintain a steady bounce and your back arched the moment you felt him hitting just where you needed him.

The sheets were already wrinkled and wet from the last time you came on his dick but he didn't care. He needed to feel that rush again and again until you had nothing left to give.

"I...I can't..Minnie please.." you mewl, screwing your eyes shut from the intensity.

He smiles cruelly at your pitiful pleas for release, his fingers and hips never stalling their efforts to push you over the edge again.

"Yes, you can. C'mon..just one more.." he urges, his brow inverting when he feels you squeezing him.

It was as if lightning had struck within your core and your entire body trembled as you released the monsoon of satisfaction all over Minhyuk's hard veiny length.

It sprays all over his pelvis and he curses loudly as he too returns your gift with one of his own, filling you up with his seed.

Kihyun

Kihyun was addicted to making you squirt. It was the highlight of his day and night. Especially after he'd had a terrible one.

He found solace between your thighs with his lip caressing yours. His tongue dips between them to part you slowly, flattening to lick a sinuous line over your pink flesh.

His hands curl under your thighs and he hoists them up over his shoulders as he nuzzles your heat, licking your clit until you shake.

He switches his tactic quickly from slow licks to quick pressured flicks of his tongue, humming in harmony with your moans. You grip his hair and writhe beneath him, lifting your head to watch him work.

His eyes are closed softly and his expression is relaxed from what you can see. He seems comfortable teasing your sensitive bud and he doesn't stop until he slides two fingers inside.

"Want you to cum baby.." he slurs in that deep drunken tone that drives you wild. His fingers fuck you slowly, gently stretching you before finding exactly what he was looking for.

Kihyun resumes laving your clit with his tongue, swirling and flicking it as he rubbed against your G-spot roughly. He knew what he was doing and exactly what your body needed. It was overwhelming and heavenly all at once, and it was not long before you felt that familiar tingle rippling all over your body.

"Kihyun! Oh fuck..Ki.." you cry out as his fingers curled slightly as they dug into you. Your hips lift from the bed and he follows you, never letting up. You're canting by now, letting him know that you were close. He hums against your pussy in encouragement, his eyes now open and locked with yours.

His name dies out to a hoarse gasp the moment the rush of your release spurts out to a chorus of moans and chuckles. Kihyun's busied tongue pauses over your clit but his fingers never stop pulling your trigger and he bites his lip as he relished in the warmth of your juices splashing him in the face.

He opens his mouth to catch what he can and leans forward to replace his finger with his tongue to finish you off.

At this point, your tensed legs fall open like butterfly wings, lifeless and flimsy as you surrender to the luscious feeling of Kihyun licking you clean.

🌚Might do a part 2 with Maknaes🌚

[mxtantrights]

famous dc! au (bruce's version)

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Harvey traces a line down the side of your body. He's here, but he's not really here. He's thinking in his head. About the script. The fated script that came across his desk a few mornings ago.

One of his assistants said it was just there. Didn't know who left it, didn't leave their name on it. But it was all Harvey could talk about. Even after rolling around in the sheets with you.

"I mean I can't believe someone is out there, writing like this, and they haven't made a movie yet." he says, more so to himself.

You like him like this. So swept up in something that is consumes him. It's not like you didn't understand the feeling. You'd be locked away in your studio if it weren't for Bruce or Harvey reminding you to take a break.

"Why don't you make it?" you ask.

Harvey looks down at you, "I'm supposed to be making a movie already. I can't just scrap that."

"You can't do two things at once, Dent?" you ask with a tease in your voice.

Harvey smirks, "You know I can."

You throw your arms around his neck. And you place a chaste kiss on top of his nose.

"So do it. Do both movies." you say.

Harvey sighs, "There's a bit of a problem with that. I don't know who's script this is. I can't just go and make this movie without their permission."

You didn't understand the concept of it. No, not that you didn't understand rights and such. You don't understand how anyone could drop off a script anonymously. Sure nerves were a thing, but there was always the possibility that Harvey would like it.

And now Harvey has no way of letting the writer know that. It's all up to the writer to reveal themselves to him.

"I'm surprised you don't have security cameras." you speak.

"Oh, I do. But whoever it was knew where they were and avoided all of them to get into the mail room, drop the script off with my name on a sticky note, and get out." Harvey explains.

You roll over on your back and think to yourself. You pull at the curls near the nape of your neck.

Someone who didn't want to be known. But knew enough about Harvey's office to not get caught.

"But less of this now, I've got a wonderful person in my bed who makes unthinkable things with such talented hands. How was your day?" he asks you.

You smile to yourself. He moves closer to you. Now he's resting on his elbow and craning over you. From this angle you can see why he has troves of fans that loved him (and still do). You reach up and run your hands through hands through his hair.

"I'm very close to finishing my painting. I'm just stuck on the name." you answer him.

He grabs your hand that's in his hair, and presses a kiss to your palm.

"I don't suppose I can help you out there?" he asks.

"For that you'd have to see it first." you say.

"I would love to." he replies.

"I know you would, but I wanna show you and Bruce at the same time."

Harvey leans down and press a kiss to your shoulder. He picks his head up to look at you again. With such beautiful eyes and the light from the moon, you would take him over to your studio right now. But you wanted to be fair. Equal.

"He won't be back until the end of the week." Harvey says.

"I know you miss him too." you smile.

"Yeah, I do. But now I really need him to come back home so we can see your art." Harvey responds.

You laugh a little and pull him down to you. His head rests over your chest and he shifts so his arms are wrapped around your torso. You place your hand in his hair again, carding through the waves.

In this moment you were really glad that your painting was a promotion gift for Harvey and you got to meet him and Bruce.

-

The air is a bit muggy but you can't change it. You pull down your shades to get a better look. Down the airport escalator is coming one of your bed-mates. You hadn't really gotten to that conversation yet.

Yes, they have keys to your place. And you have keys to their places. But the three of you have not had the necessary conversation that comes next.

Ya know, picking one of them up from the airport, talking about each other's hopes and dreams, spending the night at each other's places. You're not seeing anyone else. You hope they aren't, even though they don't seem to be.

Bruce finds your face in the crowd of people. He smiles and rushes down the escalator with his duffle bag. He jogs over to you and brings you into a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you so much." he mumbles into the side of your head.

You laugh, "It was only a week. But I missed you too."

"And I'm surprised there are no paps here." he says.

He pulls away from you and looks around just to be sure. You knew there wouldn't be.

"Harvey may have asked a one or two of his actor friends to take the heat off you." you answer his unasked question.

Bruce smiles, "Where is he anyways?"

"He's been death gripping this script, Bruce he's so captured by it. I don't think I've ever seen him like that about someone's writing. It's really something." you say.

You grab Bruce's hand and begin to lead him out of the airport, to your car. Well, not your car. His car. The one he left to you that was hardly photographed. He wanted you to keep it company, so he said. It was definitely something else but you didn't know what.

But you let go of that as you walked Bruce to the exit and over to where you double parked. You realize that he didn't say anything to Harvey's obsession with this script.

You think maybe he's jetlagged. So you don't think too much about it. You get into the driver's seat and Bruce gets in on the passenger side. He puts his bag into the backseat through the middle.

You press the start button and the car roars to life. Bruce's hand turns the dial for the A/C which you thank him for. You look in your mirror before peeling off the curb.

"How's the piece coming?" Bruce asks.

Hm. You think to yourself that if he could ask about you and your work, he could have asked about Harvey. Although they have known each other longer than you've known them. So maybe Bruce just know something you don't.

You focus on the road in front of you.

"It's almost done. Might have a few finishing touches to add, and I have to name it. But it's been going great." you answer.

Bruce's hand lands on your thigh. He gives it a light squeeze.

"Will I have to wait to see it?" he asks.

"Actually no. Now that you're back you and Harvey can see it together." you say.

Bruce hums at that. Which strikes you as odd. You were expecting a veritable answer of some kind. Not a hum. He hums an answer sometimes when he wants to bite his tongue and keep polite. Why would he want to be polite?

You try to roll it off your shoulders. But you find as you keep driving that you are struggling. Somewhere between Bruce telling you what he got up to on the east coast, and sitting in traffic you couldn't take it.

"Okay, what's up with you?" you ask.

You look at him and find him looking out his window. He doesn't even turn to look at you.

"There's nothing wrong, per say." he says.

"Then say." you retort.

Bruce sighs. He then peels himself away from the window. You can see the frown on his lips and how his eyes seem to dim. You put your hand on top of his that stays on your thigh.

"The script. That Harvey is obsessing over." he starts.

In between the silence in you car and the honking outside your brain seems to finally put it together.

Anonymous. Knows Harvey's office.

"It's yours?" you ask.

He nods his head once. "I didn't mean to lie. I just didn't want him to like it because it was mine."

"Well Bruce, " you smile, "he loves it. And I think he'll understand you're reasoning for not putting your name on it."

"What if something goes wrong? What if he doesn't want to direct?" he starts spouting off questions.

"Bruce. He's re-read it four times so far. He's already itching to make it, but he doesn't have the writer's permission." you answer him.

"Really?" he asks, taken back.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm not gonna tell you to tell him now. Do it when you're comfortable. But just know he's got a Pinterest board for your script." you confess.

Bruce lets out a chuckle at that. You can see his shoulders ease up and his frown soften. You reach over and cup the side of his face. He leans into your touch.

"Thank you."

-

You lead the both of them to the closed door. On the other side is your completed painting. You kind of feeling like after letting them see it, everything will change. It's a weird feeling.

"Okay so I do just want to preface this with, I'm fairly sensitive about showing my paintings right after completion. So much so that I don't let anyone see them until a month after." you start rambling.

Bruce and Harvey share a sly look with each other.

"I think she's telling us we're special." Harvey jokes.

Bruce smiles, "And that she cares about our opinions."

You face palm yourself. This is probably 50% a bad idea, and 50% a good one. They would tell you if it was down right horrible at worst. And at best they would have a name for the piece.

You turn around and slide the doors open. Then without another word, you usher them in first. All you can do is watch as the two men walk right in and don't get lost in anything else but the piece facing away from them.

They move around it and take it in. You're standing still and waiting for whatever it is that's going to come out of their mouths. Nervously you put your hands in your pant pockets.

"It's even more amazing than I thought it would be." Harvey says.

"Yeah I don't think I could have imagined this." Bruce says ever so softly.

You can't help how your eyes start to water. Their words weren't new. You've heard them compliment your work before. But they haven't ever seen your work so early. Technically you could go back to painting. You felt you were done when you said you were, but you could always fix something.

"Any ideas on what I call it?" you ask.

Bruce takes a step back, his arms crossed over his chest.

Harvey leans in a bit closer, his hands behind his back.

"I mean it looks like it's in water, so fluid and flow are on my mind." Harvey says.

"Dancing. Water dances sometimes." Bruce adds on.

"Dancing water sounds weird though." Harvey comments.

"Agreed." you reply.

"The feeling is passionate. Like latin dance with all of the reds." Harvey explains.

"Tango." Bruce answers.

Harvey snaps his fingers, "Nice. Tango. It's elegant. Passionate. Fluid."

"And the red is like a heart too. There's some blues in there, faintly." Bruce says.

You nod your head, "Tango heart?"

Bruce shakes his head, "No that's off."

"Arrest?" Harvey asks.

"But the painting offers calm, a bit of serenity. Ease." You say.

"Tamponade." Harvey spit fires.

"Tango Tamponade." Bruce puts the words together.

You smile, "Tango Tamponade."

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

Punch out headcanons take one

Sorry super punch fans, this is only wii/nes versions

Minor circuit

Glass Joe

Pretty good baker, can't make complex stuff without help though.

Actually retired once after the arcade/nes version of punch out, came back after Gabby jay retired, has had thoughts about it again but keeps remembering that his life would be dull without it. Also his score rested and he still got 99 loses (102 after the wii game)

Has trouble sleeping, uses weighted blankets to help.

Von Kaiser

Your meaning to tell me that dispite being 42 canon years old with some of the most out of pocket head canons ever im the only one that thought it would be funny for him to have a kid be the near opposite of him? Aka he is a dad.

Knows how to cook, doesn't often anymore but still knows

I believe he would like coconuts.no i won't elaborate.

Disco Kid

Likes all kinds of songs, not just disco. Still loves disco though.

Is a relative of kid quick, nobody knows what relation though.

I like the idea that he is friends with aran, i don't ship disco clover but its still a nice pairing we need more.

King Hippo

Can speak English but prefers grunts or noises.

Likes to explain his culture, specifically gifts and other stuff other find meaningless.

Also has a lot of tropical recipes he gives to everyone.

Major circuit

Piston Hondo

Still has that restaurant from the Wii live action ad.

Piston honda? Oh that's his twin.

Definitely has a manga collection. He also has 3 sets of everything. One for display one for reading and one for borrowing. He does not trust aran,soda, bear hugger, and king hippo with them at all.

Bear Hugger

Dad energy. He essentially went and adopted all the boxers with daddy issues, or parent issues in general.

Forced the WVBA to give maple (the bear) a seat in the crowd so she could watch the match, they had to make an entire separate area for her.

Has walked out in the snow with nothing but his overalls and shoes on. That gave everyone a scare forgetting he's used to the cold.

Great Tiger

Uses his clones to do/help with his chores. Once got beaten up by them (a reference of the century here folks)

Once his jewel was stolen and was found in a pawn shop selling for 3 dollars. He was mad at how low the price was then anything.

Once brought his tiger into the shared house, and it immediately broke the couch. The tiger is not allowed in the house anymore.

Don Flamenco

He and Carmen broke up after his first lost, got back together shortly after and forgot the whole issue.

Used bull fighters techniques on bald bull, he would have won if bald bull didn't right hook him into next sunday (literally)

Has tried multiple different types of hair growers, wigs, and more. He is still Balding.

World circuit

Aran Ryan

Actually got in the world circuit fair and square, not by cheating.

He started cheating after some idiot tried to stab him in the ring, good times from the WVBA!

I have a feeling he would say he likes to eat limes raw just to get on everyone's nerves.

Has also gotten confused with his Older brother, spo Aran Ryan, who promptly got a name change after aram started to cheat.

Soda Popinski

None of the boxer can drink his soda because its a legit health hazard to all of them.

Has no clue what the hell is going on 68% of the time.

Has actually used dry ice as a ice pack. This guy isn't human anymore.

Bald Bull

Hates don flamenco with a passion after the bull technique incident.

Is actually calm outside the ring, any public out brust is to get rid of potential paparazzi's (it doesn't work often)

Makes a pretty good calming tea.

Super Macho Man

Once had a horrible movie shoot that made him lose alot of viewer, proceeded to have an early mid life crisis and dye his hair gray.

After his loss with little mac he was more upset at the ladys chasing after little mac rather then him, rather then the sudden drop of viewers (which wasn't even a dent)

Probably had alot of talks about his boxer outfit, you know what im referring too.

Mr. Sandman

Dispite his name, he gets very little sleep. Not like glass joe but still.

He's so strong the WVBA actually has a ambulance on standby whenever he fights.

One time was put up against glass joe, actually laughed, realized it was serious, looked the referee in the eyes and said "if im put up against him ever again we'll need to find a new glass joe" and forfeited the game. Technically if joes score didn't reset it would now be 2-299.

[cottoncandyafterdark]

Dr Stone Headcanons - Ryusui SFW Alphabet

Tags: SFW, fluff, headcanons, alphabet meme

Warnings: None

Notes: Originally posted on ao3 here

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Very. He isn't the least bit shy about showing affection, there WILL be hugs, kisses and cuddles whenever you're together. He has no reservations about PDA either, if you guys don't have a reputation as the most obnoxiously affectionate couple in the Kingdom of Science you aren't doing it right.

B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away)

Smile. Laugh. Look at him with love in your eyes and kiss him on the cheek. Just stand there and keep being absolutely beautiful. He's pretty easy in that regard.

C: Cuddle (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Heck yes he cuddles. He likes to cuddle when you're falling asleep together, and any time you're just chilling together. He likes spooning, and he prefers to be the big spoon.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

He wants to see the world, and he wants you by his side the whole time.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

At this point in his life, with all the prior relationship experience he has, it comes pretty naturally to him at this point. He does, however, put more effort into the relationship than you'll probably even notice unless you're looking for it.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

If it's something physical scaring you, step one is to get you away from whatever that is (related note, Ryusui is definitely the guy to go to if you need a spider killed). Step two is lots of cuddles until you've calmed down and feel better.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Ryusui is the best at gift-giving and it's one of the main ways he shows his love. This would be most prominent in a modern setting, when he had enough money to buy pretty much anything without putting a dent in his bank account, but even in the stone world, he'll manage to find you good gifts.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Ryusui gives bone-crushingly tight hugs, whenever the opportunity presents itself. He loves having you in his arms and pressed against him, after all. Whether or not you can breath in this position is irrelevant.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Very romantic. He always seems to know just what to say, and what to do to make you feel incredibly loved and sweep you off your feet- figuratively and literally, no one ever talks about how jacked Ryusui is but going by appearances he's definitely strong enough to literally lift you off your feet.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Not in the slightest, surprisingly enough. It's tempting to think he would be possessive because of his general attitude but monogamy has never really been his thing and it would be unfair to hold you to a different standard. Somebody flirting with you or even you flirting with somebody else doesn't bother him too much unless the other person is being disrespectful in which case he'd intervene if you needed him to. He'd also be comfortable in an open or poly relationship, so if that was something you wanted, he'd be all in.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

He is an amazing kisser, oh my god. His kisses will absolutely take your breath away, and he loves to kiss you. It's one of his favorite ways to show you affection, to hold you close and kiss you with a gentle passion while running his fingers through your hair and it's just perfect.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)

He has absolutely no hesitation whatsoever about telling you he loves you. Doesn't even wait until later in the relationship when most people would consider it "appropriate" to tell you. Why should he bother with that when he does, in fact, love you already?

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

For as loving and romantic as he is, he takes some time to warm up to the idea of marriage. He's not entirely opposed to it or anything, he's just never been too keen on the idea of fully tying himself down to loving one person for the rest of his life- but after being with you long enough, he could change his mind. He'd like to get married to you at sea, and he would want all of your friends to be there. He'd accept nothing less than an absolutely lavish ceremony and reception, too, nothing but the finest of things for HIS spouse!

N: Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Before the petrification, his dates usually consisted of taking his partner out to a nice part of whichever city he found himself in and taking them to dinner, then wandering around window shopping and whatever else they felt like. In the Stone World, he would try to recreate the experience as best as he could, but it obviously wouldn't be quite the same. If you have any better date ideas, he'd be more than happy to go along with them.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)

We all know Ryusui is greedy, and he's not going to temper that part of himself for you. If you're super into minimalism or really fervently anti-capitalist or something that would likely end up as a serious point of contention in the relationship.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Ryusui likes to start tickle fights, especially when you're feeling a little down and he thinks you could use a laugh.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Your opinion is very important to him, but he doesn't always think to ask you for it. He'd like it if you would just tell him your thoughts and he'll take them into consideration as much as he can- he'll do the same thing, and expect the same level of respect for his opinions.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

He's pretty spontaneous when it comes to matters of romance. He plans dates and stuff ahead a little, but it's never more planned out than "We'll go out tonight", whatever you end up doing while you're out is up to wherever your whims take you.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

He likes to sleep holding you, and/or with you resting your head on his chest, basically using him as a pillow. As always, he is the big spoon.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

He has a lot of trust in all his friends, but that goes double for you as the person closest to him. He knows he can count on you to have his back, and you can say the same for him.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

The fact that he was quite rich pre-petrification, is fully planning on regaining that wealth and has a butler has gotta count for something. Like, this is a guy who can give you the good life.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

I think it takes a while. That's a side of himself Ryusui doesn't show often. But everybody feels sad, or maybe just tired sometimes and eventually he's going to let you see that in him. When he's in that state, I think he's just temporarily a lot more subdued and quiet than usual, and he just needs you to stay with him for a while, you don't need to talk about it, he just wants you there. It doesn't take him very long to get back to normal.

W: Wild Card (Random domestic headcanon)

A big thing about dating Ryusui is that you're also going to have to get used to Francois. It could feel a little awkward at first, because, well, do you know the proper way to interact with your boyfriend's butler? I certainly don't. But don't worry too much, because Francois likes you just just fine, and they totally shipped you and Ryusui before y'all got together anyways

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

He'd take you to Senku or whoever the most knowledgable medic nearby is in the immediate aftermath and then hover around while they're trying to help you. Later on, he'd do whatever he could to help you recover as fully and quickly as possible… and probably bother the medics a little more asking if there's anything else he can do to help you out.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

He would get pretty annoyed if you were ever needlessly mean to other people, otherwise there's not much you can do that would bug him too much. Something that might bother you if you're the jealous type is that he won't immediately stop openly finding other people attractive. Like, he wouldn't do anything with anyone else unless you were okay with it, but he still might admire and compliment others' appearances.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

100% yes, he is a very passionate lover, and with the level of affection and all the ways he says and shows that he loves you, you won't be able to doubt it for a second.

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (12)

@tastetherainbow290

chapter 26

rip james potter’s leg he’s gone full peeta

sirius is visiting reg

reg ☹️

talking about throwing up is arguably the worst part of this fic so far

“It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt. (Sirius really liked this shirt.)”

i am legitimately shaking but i don’t know if this is important so i need to read it

please stop talking about throwing up

poor regulus i feel so bad

and hes throwing up again

i cant even think about this what if i just skim the rest

ok pov switch thank god

oh no i forgot remus has to go back… 

sirius is so considerate

nooo remu

sirius pov again im praying there isn’t any more throwing up

and there it is.

poor regulus ahhhhh i just feel so bad for him like. i want to give him a hug.

why doesn’t regulus want to see james ☹️

sirius is visiting james now

that was sweet. sad, but sweet.

remus pov again

remu ❤️‍🩹

can someone tell me why the rat is my 5th most used emoji

"You're so precious to me, did you know that?"

remus loves sirius (duh)

chapter 27

i’m sad for wolfstar what’s gonna happen

"You can trust that the only person I have an interest in seeing naked is your brother." 😭

this hallow drama is actually hilarious

reggie 💔

i’m scared that pandora is going to die in the future bc we have t seen any of her pov

this is so sad.

no thoughts just sadness.

“i’m collecting them all” i’m glad to see you making jokes reg

"Oh, this is just the bruise finally blooming from where I tripped and fell the moment I saw you,"

this was a lighter chapter but still sad

chapter 28

back to james pov

oh no a nightmare

CRAP I FORGOT ABT MY MATH HOMEWORK it was due yesterday but she hasn’t graded it yet so if i turn it in now she won’t take of points for it being late

math homework is finished! back to reading (suffering)

oh yeah. nightmare. ☹️

"I wasn't supposed to go through this," no james, you were not. i’m sad now (i have been sad)

james leave regulus aloneeee (don’t leave him alone)

shrodinger’s cat mention

“james”

i’m actually crying right now.

nooo why are the fighting

james is getting his glasses back soon!!! huzzah

"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore,"

baby

“it’s a parting gift” i’m crying again

regulus and remus friendship <3

“we broke up” “you were together?” 😭

ugh this is so sad. already i’ve cried more times than reading atyd AND choices and ive barely made a dent in cr

oh no interview prep

evan mention 💔

every time i see the word hallow in this fic im like “i need to add this (hallow/hollow) to my list of homophones” and i never do bc im writing all my thoughts in my notes app and my homophones list is in a different folder than my marauders thoughts 

chapter 29

oh me oh my hanky panky happening in this chapter i wonder for who

every time i call sex hanky panky i give myself the ick

"We broke up? This is news to me” james 😭

“No one needs romantic love to be fulfilled as a person. Not everyone wants it, and then there are those who aren't ready, and all of it is okay. That doesn't mean there's an absence of love, or that you're getting it wrong. You're not, Regulus, I promise." 

they’re holding hands (but for sad reasons)

interview time i’m scared

evan ☹️☹️☹️

vanity ☹️☹️☹️

“We love your love, don't we?" 💔

this is so sad omg i genuinely don’t know how im going to survive this

GLASSES!!!!!!

so he’s just been wearing contacts this whole time?

ok i need to go do my duolingo. 

i am back from duolingo.

james telling sirius to go have sex with remus on their last night 😭 i mean fair. they should

"I'm absolutely thinking about your brother right now." oh, james

james telling sirius about him and reg 😭 poor sirius

sirius asking james for tips 💀

“i expect all the details” james fleamont potter 😭

sirius is such a good brother. i love him. 

remus pov !!

“i would not have known joy if i did not have the pleasure of knowing you”

ugh wolfstar. i love you. 

😯 hanky panky

spine has been realigned

ok but any time any of them ever talk about getting off it just makes me think about one time when i was at a district choir concert and when we were practicing one of our songs the director said “there won’t be a dry seat in the audience” (he meant dry eye, bc the song was beautiful, but it just came out like everyone in the audience would dream their pants 😭) but. unnecessary story and it isn’t really that funny unless you were there but. 

chapter 30 (?!)

evan 💔

god.

remus ‘reading’ sirius’ mind 😭

they have to say goodbye ☹️

barty mention!!!!

*singing* i just miss you and i just wish you were a better man

“i love you” eeeeeeeee

omg kissing

and it’s over.

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore” 💔

eeeee they’re kissing again

“it’ll take a while but later—much later—james will look back on this and wonder, sadly, if it was a parting gift, too.” WHAT

sirius kissing the mask so remus will always have a sirius kiss

i love pandora

wolfstar goodbye 💔

the fact that all of this happened in the span of two weeks

effie and monty!!!!!!!!!!

the next chapter is lily… should i read it or go to sleep 

[crystal-crax]

🆃🅷🅴 🅳🅰🆈 🅷🅴 🆆🅰🆂 🆂🆃🆄🅿🅸🅳

Oikawa Tōru x blunt!reader

Sweet, fluff, one-sided crush

About: Christmas and Valentine's day had made your bond with Oikawa grow even more, but what happens when you both avoid to say the right words?

Your friendship with oikawa had become significantly deeper after the "santa incident".

Of course, it took you at least a week until the teasing would die out, since he would flaunt his gift to everyone who held an ounce of ability to hear

"She gave this to me! It was a christmas gift! Sorry, didn't she get you anything? Did you know she embroidered it herself?! She even wrote my name on it! She says it took her hours!"

The redness in your face always followed yelling at him, but deep down, you loved the fact he had liked your handmade gift so much. Heck, you felt partly good he would show it off so much after all the pinches you had given yourself with the needle when you embellished the small towel with.

It was nice to be close to him, to feel warm and comfortable by his side.

You talked more; about more meaningful stuff. You laughed more; you hadn't had a single awkward silent moment.

If you caught him off guard, you could even tell his eyes would never leave yours.

It's as if the bond that united you two was suddenly tied and tangled even closer.

"You seriously don't know why i'm surprised?!"

Still, Oikawa was still his petulant self and fights like these, were inevitable .

"Are you still going on about that? Just let it go" you answered a bit annoyed and tired, pulling your face closer to your notebook

"How am i supposed to let this go! After i was tricked and betrayed!?" He stood up from his seat, hand on top of his heart to demonstrate his supposed pain and hurt "So you mean you weren't-"

"What the hell is going on here?" A low voice joined the conversation. Iwaizumi was standing before the school's picnic table the two of you were sitting at, holding his backpack with a confused face

"Iwaizumi-" you were about to welcome him to sit by your side, but both your voice and hand were interrupted mid-air by the loud setter

"Iwa! She lied to us! She didn't bake those chocolate cookies she gave us on Valentine's! She tricked us with store-bought love!" Oikawa held his friend by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth; which gained him to be promptly pushed away by his best friend

"Of course, she can't bake for shit" he shrugged the comment of as he sat down with you

"At least try to phrase it better" you said with a sigh of dissappointment

"It's true tho, my mouth still remembers the bitterness of your first attempts" Iwa shivered at the thought of it "I think my tooth has a dent or something"

You laughed a bit at your friend's attitude, not really minding his words (after all, he was definately right, your cookies were awful), yet the nice atmosphere fell down heavily at a certain's boy sight

"She gave you her cookies?"

You raised your eyes at him and bit your lip, almost feeling bad at what you could only assume was your friend look of utter betrayal

"Don't make it a bigger deal than it was" you rolled your eyes gently "He was just passing by my house and caught me baking..."

"Or trying to" Iwa interrupted you with a smile to which you responded with a very friendly gesture of sticking your tongue out

You both laughed at each other, which in fact did not help to stop Oikawa's heart from sinking

"But I wanted to taste your love!" He finally sat down in defeat, hiding his face into his arms

Your eyes met iwa's, asking almost thelepatically what one is supposed to do in this type of moments where the setter seemed to turn back into a toddler; to which he so helpfully answered back with a shrug

"Ignore it" he mouthed, continuing the casual conversation with you as if his best friend wasn't the one pouting by his side

Soon enough, oikawa forgot about the whole thing and joined back into the talk

You had to admit, you were jealous of the understanding and bond they shared; they knew each other so well that they could tell what the other was thinking and how they would react. It was different for you though, and you couldn't shake the thought of oikawa wanting to eat something made by you.

But well, it's not like you hadn't actually tried.

"Did you kill a baker?" He widened his eyes at your face full of flower

Your kitchen table was full of burnt dough as you sat down mindlesdly looking at, quickly standing up at your friend's presence

"Jesus, make some noise while you walk" you sighed "don't make fun of me please, i'm embarassed enough"

"Are these..?" He held a small piece of your failed creations between his fingers

"I wanted to make you guys something" you sat back down, defeated and hiding your shame between your hands "For Valentine's day"

"I feel flattered" he threw the burnt cookie up only to catch it again "but i think there are enough rocks in my yard" he joked

"Hah hah" you rolled your eyes with an annoyed laughter

You heard a loud crunch and raised your gaze up quickly

"Crap! These are rocks" he complained

"Dude! Don't eat that!" You grabbed the cookie back from him

"Are you using cement instead of milk or something?"

"Was i meant to use milk?" You tilted your head, confused and worried

He couldn't help but snicker "You are definately not good at this"

"I know" You sighed "i just wanted to do something myself again...he seemed to like it before" you felt a soft warmth rise to your cheeks, if your face had gotten red, iwaizumi had been nice enough not to tease you about it

"I'm still offended Santa didn't give me anything" he joked "i was a damn good kid all year long"

"Excuse you?" You widened your eyes "I gave you a keychain, a matching keychain, you match me, it's a friendship keychain. We are friends and match"

He snickered again, to which you rolled your eyes at "He won't mind, you know?" Iwaizumi said softly "i'm sure that as long as it's from you, he'll love it"

That had been a big fat lie

You were sitting at the gym's bleachers, looking down at the volleyball team end their training.

You heard Iwaizumi march up the stairs, startling you "what? I'm making noise while i walk" he joked

"I thought you said he wouldn't mind" you ignored his quip "He's still pouting"

"Well not even I can tell what the heck goes on inside his mind" He said as he sat down by your side, extending his legs and placing your notebook on top of his face "For all i know, he just enjoys your attention"

"Then how could i ever understand what he wants?" You hid your face between your knees

"Is he actually being petty to you about it?" He asked half-worried "i can make him act better if you need to"

You smiled at his protectiveness, raising your head up "No... Actually, I think i'm the one overthinking it" you sighed "I just wanted him to, you know"

You played nervously with your hair "He seemed really happy when he received them, i just wanted that. I didn't think he would mind if i didn't make them myself. He gets store-bought stuff from his fans all the time"

"Well, you're not a fan, are you?" He took the notebook off his face and placed it on your lap

You bit your lip down, he was right, you were definately not an Oikawa Tooru fan. So why were you so eager to get him to smile for you?

A loud volleyball hitting the wall got you both out of your thoughts, the setter had started his usual ritual of practicing his serve after training.

"Well, that's my cue" Iwaizumi stood up and waved goodbye as he walked down the stairs again, yelling at Oikawa "Don't you even dare start hitting that stupid ball Shittykawa! I want to go home now!"

You smiled as you heard your friends banter, yet you couldn't take the bad feeling off. Why did you want to make him happy so bad?

Little did you know, that was not what Iwa meant.

You gathered your things, smiling at the yelling still going on inside the volleyball court. Once an annoyed Iwa had gotten Oikawa to put all the team's equipment back inside the storage room, you three started your way home

"You know you don't have to stay until the end too" Iwa said to you "You're the one that actually lives away from school"

"Don't say that stuff! I enjoy having our precious friend cheer us on at practice" Oikawa surrounded your shoulders with one arm

You pushed him away inmediately though "You're sweaty" you said

"Are you looking for the record at breaking my heart?" He complained

As you three laughed and joked along the way, soon you reached the point in which you had to separate ways

"Hey" iwaizumi nudged his brown-haired friend with his elbow

"You seriously think i'm letting her take the train home?" He smiled, getting a raised eyebrow from you "i texted my mom as soon as we got out of the gym, we're taking you home"

His soft tone made you blush slightly

"Alright " Iwa raised his shoulders "text me when you get home" he said to you, messing your hair as a goodbye

"Sure mom" you joked, making him roll his eyes before he got inside his house

"What? That's so unfair, he always threatens to kill me when i call him that!" Oikawa said offended

You laughed at his expression, walking by his side to his house

"You know you don't need to take me home everytime, right?" You held your backpack close to your body in a fragile attempt to not sound embarrassed

"You should know by now that there's no way i'm letting you go alone" he smiled sweetely

"Honestly" You sighed, stopping in front of the Oikawa residence "I'm still not sure how your mind works"

He stopped too

You could see the sudden change of attitude in him "you know .."he raised an arm up, placing it at the back of his head "i don't actually care about the cookies not being homemade"

Silence fell for a few seconds between the two of you, your eyes glued to his gaze

"..." You widened your eyes, suprised and annoyed "Then why the heck would you make a big deal of it?!" You gently hit the side of his shoulder and his face suddenly went red. His arm jolted back down, as if your scream had made his often-drifting mind go back to earth

"Well it's -" he nervously placed his arms in front of himself "you're so easy to tease and i-" he sighed "well, it's not as if i was lying, you know? I actually wanted to taste something you made"

You pouted in annoyance "Well i wanted you to" you crossed your arms, avoiding to meet his gaze

You were utterly oblivious to the effect you had on him

His cheeks went red and his hands felt sweaty "Still, anything you give me makes me happy"

Your face felt warm now too, yet you couldn't help but snicker at his expression "You're so annoying"

You both smiled at each other, walking inside his home.

That smile right there, those heartful moments with you was what made him crazy.

Your smile, the way you could go from insulting him to teasing him so easily, and the way you wanted him to be happy about something you had simply given him as a friendship gesture.

He decided to keep inside his actual thoughts, for the sake of your mental peace.

What killed him wasn't that the cookies were store-bought, but that he was actually expecting them to be a long-run confession.

Had he been childish and naive? Sure, but the earlier conversation you both had before was still making his heart and brain confused

"Your cookies were amazing" he smiled as he was sitting down at the picning table with you, "When will you make me more?"

He thought about holding your hand for a second, you were so close to him that he wondered if you would even mind if he decided to break the distance even more

He should, right? It wouldn't be weird or anything, you had been hanging and going out really often nowadays

Yet, before his pinkie could even reach yours:

"What?" You raised your gaze from your notebook "oh crap, dude i didn't bake those" you tilted your head to the side "I bought chocolate for all my friends. I only made the small gift bags i gave them in"

Friends

Jesus, he had definately been stupid

"sorry, what?"

He felt bad for making you worry; but he couldn't help it, you were just so cute.

Besides, he didn't actually meant to make a scene out of it, he just panicked- he wasn't just going to admit to you he had stupidly thought it was a confession from you! Let alone that he had been overly affectionate and clingy for that reason too!

The thought of him going around thinking you were some kind of situationship while you were sweetely been thinking as him as a friend made him felt even more stupid (let alone bad, since he hadn't even bothered to ask you if you viewed him the same way, which made his guilt even bigger).

He had spent all day long deflecting and trying to play it cool.

He wondered if you could ever understand the effect you had on him; he hadn't even known you made those cute gift bags yourself and yet the small token had already earned a special place on his nightstand.

Jesus had he been an idiot.

Well, it was useless to worry about that whole mess up now.

He couldn't let a little slip up make him quiver, he had to start practicing for white day.

After all, he wanted to be the one doing something for you now.

Maybe, if he was lucky enough, you would think the same way he did on Valentine's day; only this time, it wouldn't be a misunderstanding.

🅱🅾🅽🆄🆂

Next monday, you had gathered the courage to bring homemade cookies to school for Oikawa

"Crap" he spit out a piece "You really can't bake for shit"

Naive and stupid Oikawa, let's hope he can start to get used to those punches of yours before white day.

Not that you could make him change his mind anyways.

[thrspidcr]

Inbox IC Things!

@halfdent ASKED: “ I was naive .” (HARVEY)

The Spider was like a bad cold: he just kept coming back. At least this time, he remembered the words of his Aunt and had brought a gift for his 'host'. She would have been appalled if he went to see a friend empty handed.

He'd come with two different boxes of dollar store desserts ( that was all he could afford right now). At least he'd paid attention to which kinds of flavors both Mr. Dent and Mr. Face had liked.

"I don't think you were naive." He replied, " if anything, it sounds like you were pragmatic."

The spider thought on this a moment more, taking the other's words in with serious consideration.

"Well... it sounds like it boiled down to one thing really: this sort of thing shouldn't be allowed." He laughed and the sound was nothing more than a gust of air passing through his teeth. His mask expanded against the breath, "And this argument is shit. Take away the camouflage and the coverup and the victim blaming and what you really have is a nut job saying  “'I do not consent to this and i am not comfortable with my own personal agency'. Gee, that's everywhere with folks." He shifted his weight on his feet and continued.

" Listen, any normal guy off the street has the critical and, i should hope, the comprehensive thinking skills to look at everything around them and take it all in---normally. " he was talking with his hands, " See, he says “'huh, this is something that i do not consent to. This makes me uncomfortable. this doesn’t seem like my kind of thing'. and just keeps on walking!

" But what happened with you, Mr. Dent? From what you've said you ran into the real scary people. My, uh, my friend's dad, Mr. Osborn, oh but that's back home you wouldn't know who he is-- Well, he used to say that a person who is not comfortable  or confident with their own personal agency goes through this in-depth thought process in response to what they are taking in, or trying to think about. It's like... How did he put it...? Ah!" The Spider snapped is fingers as he gathered his thoughts.

"He stops and says ' I do not consent to any of this. I do not like what's happening. It's scary. it's different. I do not feel that I am in a safe enough space to withhold my consent. i feel unsafe. i need to be protected. i can’t make it about my feelings, because i am not allowed to. Why am I not allowed to?' and then this sense of displacement happens and that's where the scary stuff starts. Now, it's not about him. No, now this guy, he says others need to be protected. and it comes back to the thick and thin of it. This should not be allowed."

Beneath his mask, Peter frowned. He felt proud that he could talk this way with Mr. Dent, and at the same time felt homesick and out of place in this world. He wanted to go home to his Aunt May and hear her ask if he wanted canned Cambell's soup. He was tired. He wanted to be done.

Being done simply wasn't an option.

" And that's how good people get hurt. That's-that's how you got hurt. It shouldn't have happened. " he concluded. " it shouldn't have happened at all, Mr. Dent."

[roppongi-division]

ARB Birthday Special 2024: Kai Quinlan

~~ April 16th ~~

"Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again."

Login Lines:

"...Hmm? No, you're not disturbing me. I was trying to come up with a theme for this song I was working on, but nothing's coming to mind, so I was taking a break. So, what's up?"

"...A present? For what? ...My birthday? ...Oh crap. That is today, isn't it? No wonder Mireya looked so frustrated with me this morning when she asked what today was. I knew it wasn't our anniversary, but..."

Voice Lines:

"35 years old, huh? ...Man, time just seems to fly by. It's been almost a decade since I officially moved here to Japan from the U.S. and became a Japanese citizen. ...It's also been 10 years since Mireya and I became husband and wife. ...Man, has it really been that long since all that? Time seems to move to fast or slow depending on the situation..."

"My fans on the radio show all wished me a 'happy birthday' and thanked me for my radio show. It was nice of them. I thanked them all for their wishes and for being members of the Wolfpac. Without them, Wolf of Shadows would be nothing."

"I got a call from my sister, Kairi. She wished me a 'happy birthday' and congratulations me and Mireya on 10 years. I was glad to catch up with her. She's doing well. ...And you're not gonna believe this, but... well, apparently, I'm going to be an uncle. ...Yup, my sister's pregnant! I'm really happy for her! She doesn't know if it's a boy or girl, but she's hoping for a girl. I'm really happy for her! I'll have to make some time to fly back home and see her when I can."

"I... I asked her how mom was doing, but... she didn't really say. Apparently, mom's cut off all contact with her. I guess she didn't approve of the news that her daughter was going to be a mom. *Sighs* I really worry about that woman. Can she never be happy for once..."

"Hey hun. ...Yes, I finally realized that today was my birthday. I'm sorry I forgot. ...Hey, would it have been worse if it was your birthday, or, Heaven forbid, our anniversary? ...Right. Shutting up now. ...Yes, yes, you're right. Thank you, babe. I really appreciate both it, and you. Thank you."

"So, what is this? ...An Orb Vinyl LP Flattener? ...Oh yeah, I was browsing this on the Internet one day. My vinyl discs were getting scratched up and they say this is supposed to repair them. Thank you very much, love. I really, really appreciate it. ...Thank you, love. I love you too."

"Hey, son. Thank you. ...Old? I'm pretty sure being in your mid 30s doesn't constitute as 'old', son. There are plenty of other people in Japan, far older than me. ...Like Jakurai, your doctor? He's one year older than me. ...Gee, thanks son. I'll be sure to remember that when your birthday rolls around in December."

"So what exactly did you give me for my birthday? Something 'old', I presume? ...LED Glasses? Oh yeah, I've seen some of the teen kids wearing these. They're supposed to light up at certain intervals, right? They look nice, but... don't they seem a little, I don't know, 'dramatic?' ...If you say so, son. Fine, I'll take and wear them. ...Yeah, thanks son."

Mireya Lines:

"Well, good morning, mi amor. I sincerely hope you recall what day it is today. ...Thank goodness. I know you get a little distracted sometimes, love, but that is no excuse to missing on important days. ...Love, if you were to forget either of those days, I'd make sure you spent the rest of this year and the next sleeping on the living room couch. *Sighs* It's moments like this that remind me of why I fell in love with you. I love you, mi amor."

"Anyway, here is your birthday gift. You mentioned that some of your old vinyl discs were getting dented and scratched, correct? Well, I saw this in the history pages on our computer and decided to purchase it. ...No problem, mi amor. I'm glad you like it. I love you, my gorgeous husband."

Zakari Lines:

"Hey pops! Happy birthday! So, how's it feel to be 'old' now? ...Of course it does! Everyone knows that reaching your mid 30s is a sign of oldness. ...Oh, Jakurai-sensei has always been old. He even acts like an old man half the time! Don't believe me? Just ask Kensaku-san over in Toyama! But don't worry, you still have him beat on cuteness! ...No problem, old man! Hahaha!"

"So, here's your birthday gift! ...They're LED glasses! I saw some of the club goers wearing these, and I thought they'd look good on you! You could wear them when you're up on stage DJing! ...'Dramatic?' Don't be ridiculous, pops! They're totally 'you'. Trust me. ...Glad you like them, pops! Happy birthday again!"

[maybeamiles]

Finally got around to watching Glass Onion and WOW is it good. And awkward because their Elon Musk parody is named Miles, just like me. Very flattering in the first 5 minutes and not so much for the last entirety of the movie.

Highlights from my watch include

Oh my god I am no longer flattered by sharing a name with this Miles character. "Inbreathiate"??? *gags*

Oh this is such good filmmaking. "I just wanna have a normal weekend with my friends" (robot dog carrying everyone's luggage struts past iin the background. This is great. So many people are pulling their weight and it SHOWS.

"nobody wants you to break the system itself" - said by man who has not broken any piece of the system in question. Anyways great theme statement and great way to frame it in the mouth of an antagonist.

"every single one of you is holding on for dear life to Miles Bron's golden tiddies" *covers up said tiddies*

"It's a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth." Man these writers are on FIRE today!

Also, Miles keeps saying he loves everyone. But I don't think that's completely true. Cause his love is like, "I love you as long as you go along with my crazy plans." Whaddya wanna bet that Andi said no to him, and that's why he destroyed her career. And given that he keeps inviting her, he's probably very lonely. These are probably the only human connections he has.

"winner gets an iPad" something that is completely useless to everyone here, who could buy a thousand of them and not feel a dent in their bank account.

Well it wasn't chekov's "shooting your dick off" but it still is absolutely checkov's gun.

You know I was expecting a lot of Chekov's guns. I was not expecting Chekov's hot sauce.

"She meant the world to me." shut the FUCK up Miles. You have never loved anyone enough to say they meant the world to me. Oh sure maybe she was important to you. You did let her have half a share in your big company that let you fuck around all day with famous people. But you know what it means to love someone? To say they mean the world to you? It means that you are willing to let the world burn for them, to give up everything for their sake. You have never given up anything that mattered in your entire life. You do not love these people, you buy their affection with gifts of power in the hopes that their presence will fill the void in your heart and it never does, right? it's never enough. Because you do not love them and you never will. So they will never love you back.

Edit: I recognized a really stupid designer chair that looks like a woman's body in the background of the wide shot of the pool scene. I've actually seen another version in person, and it is one of my life's regrets that I may never get a chance to sit in that chair.

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Stream of Conscience #2

It doesn't matter what the question is Because your tone always commits to anger It's gotten hard to tell when you're genuine I don't think that's ever happened in our time spent I'm willing to this bet Leave you as hollow as the gifts you give

You've got a way with your words I never once said that was a good thing Someday everyone will see right through you Your words do nothing, not even a sting Came out with dents, bruises and larger dings But hot damn, this canary can still sing

How does it feel to know your tongue is a joke Just because you speak condescending doesn't make you smart I m may have lost my dignity, but at least I'm free The dead can't die and your forgot I identify as a corpse I sold my fortune to a broke n heart So when the hell does the love start?

I gave it my all to decipher your riddles I won't raise your ego by saying toook so long Your punchlines stolen from scrolling videos I'll tell you that this wall isn't made to be strong I knew this trick all along Even your face says this is all wrong

Don't you get it? Nobodies gonna like you anymore Nobody cares what you have in store Every one of us has been there before Fade to black with a depressing score

So now you speak and nobody listens That's how it works when you promise to lie Karma comes and keeps a skeletal grin A heart for a heart, a life for a life-partner I see the realization as you figure out why I'm haunting your dreams