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irisintheafterglow · 8 months

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*runs out of my cave* I can not be silenced any longer. So like... best friend biker satoru... the campus heart throb.. wearing jeans, a white T and a black leather jacket, picking you up from class and he's right there leaning on his bike or doing the thing where they sleep/lie down on top of the bike with his legs crossed at the ankles while he waits for you and he hands you a spare helmet, takes you out on an impromptu date cause you've been studying too much (according to him) and after that he takes you back home, parks his bike for a bit and walks you to your door and before you go in he cups your face and he- oh my time's up *gets dragged back into the cave* //this brainworm has been in my head for FAR too long feel free to do what you want with it babes 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

james dean, daydream look in your eye

wc: 1.5k

cw/tags: best friends to lovers, swearing, mutual pining but reader is in denial, so fluffy you can sleep on it like a pillow

note: *drags you back out from the cave* LET THEM COOK and GUESS WHAT i'm bringing back law student!gojo. hope you enjoy!!

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“Now, what the hell is Greased Lightnin’ doing outside my building?”

“I was going for Rebel Without a Cause, but I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he replies without missing a beat. You roll your eyes and his grin only gets wider as he hands you the spare helmet from the storage box. “What, not digging the look?”

“You look like you’re gonna cut someone with a switchblade. Also, workshop that last line; it’s a little too pretentious.” His jaw hangs open in exaggerated shock at your blunt criticism of his pickup lines. You’re a little shrewder than usual after a group-turned-solo assignment irritated you beyond belief, and it was easier to mess with Satoru than to acknowledge how good he looked in his stupid leather jacket. The leather jacket, you noted, that he bought while thrifting with you last week and the same jacket he’d turned his nose up to thinking it was “not his style.” Though Suguru was practically tackling Satoru to get his hands on it, the latter had ultimately decided to buy it after you made an off-hand comment about how it’d fit nicely with his bike.

“You wound me. I personally thought it was a great line,” he laments, stuffing your bag in the back container of the bike while you slip on the helmet. When he’s done locking up the box, his legs effortlessly stretch over the motorcycle and you climb on behind him, snaking your arms delicately around his waist. “Just for that, I’m kidnapping you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’m starting the bike now, so you better hold on tighter than that if you don’t wanna fall off,” he says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Begrudgingly, you obey his suggestion and shimmy closer to him until his back is against your chest and your arms are wound tightly around his torso. You thank every deity you can think of for creating your helmet so your best friend can’t see the warmth rising to your face when you feel the pure muscle cut into his abdomen. “We’re getting dinner and you can’t stop me!”

“You’re a menace to society!”

“And yet, your fine ass is still on the seat!” With a jerk of the key, he starts the bike before you can spit out a retort. It hums beneath your bodies and your feet leave the ground on instinct when Satoru gives the kickstand a firm strike, cutting a dangerously risky turn that has you cursing his name over the sound of the engine. His laugh reverberates against your forearms and you rest your chin on his shoulder, relishing in his natural body heat that helped stave off the chilly wind as you passed car after car. The cacophony of noises are familiar to you by now, finally unbothered by roaring vehicles, sputtering engines, and snippets of blasted radios.

“I think you need to pick a lane and stay in it, Satoru,” you managed to verbalize after he opened the ginormous doors of his garage, effectively unveiling his newest impulse purchase that was sure to tank his dad’s credit score for the fourteenth time. It was pretty, you had to admit, and very Satoru. He definitely ordered a custom paint job on it for it to be such a deep shade of black and the subtle purple lightning accents running down the hardware were a nice touch. His helmet had the same design scheme and he was very excited to show you your helmet, matching his but with bright blue bolts instead. To match his eyes, you figured.

“The whole point of this thing is so I can go between lanes, silly.” His fingers lightly flick your forehead as he enters the garage, running his hand over the new leather like it was a prized racehorse. “Haven’t you seen those bikers on the highways? They’re in all the lanes, all the time.”

“You know what I mean,” you say. “I don’t know how many clients are gonna take you seriously if they see their lawyer rolling up on two wheels instead of four. You’re not really helping the ‘rich boy whose dad paid for his entire tuition’ allegations.”

“That’s why I’m going into entertainment law, so I can kick legal ass and look hot at the same time. Also, I really couldn’t give a shit about my tuition or my dad or school in general. I’m only here because you are.”

“That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard,” you scoff and he quirked an eyebrow at your blunt dismissal of his reasoning. “Admit it, you’re only going to law school so you can pick up the hot girls in mini skirts.”

“They’re a bonus, yeah,” he admits and you shake your head in disbelief, too exasperated to ask if he’s joking or not. Part of you died a tiny bit every time he talked about a new girl he was talking to or told you about how many people asked him out. You commended them for doing what you never had the courage to do for fear of ruining your friendship with him. For now, you just laughed off his trial attempts at flirting and looked away when he stared at you a little too tenderly for comfort. “Wanna take her on her maiden voyage with me?”

“That’s what you say about ships, Satoru, but sure.”

“Maybe I want this ship to sail, then,” he says suggestively and you resist the urge to hit him in the head with your new helmet. Rides with Satoru became much more frequent after you finally agreed to let him pick you up from class despite only living a few minutes away. Often, he decided to make an unplanned detour at your favorite fast food place or a random grocery store as an excuse to spend more time with you. Maybe it was selfish or maybe it was more, but you didn’t mind his hand finding your thigh when you were stopped at a red light or his lingering gaze when you took off your helmet. You forced yourself not to think anything of it, but found it pretty hard to ignore him this time when he parked his bike on the curb and walked you to your door.

“I should probably give this back; thank you for letting me borrow it,” you say quietly, attempting to shrug off his jacket from your shoulders when his hands are suddenly there to keep it in place. He wordlessly draped it over your shoulders when he came back from the bathroom at dinner, noting the goosebumps on your exposed skin and the way you crossed your arms to conserve warmth. As if Fate could get any crueler, he looked even better in just his jeans and his white tee-shirt, all charming and tempting and everything that you never could have.

“Just keep it for now and give it back to me tomorrow, yeah?” He was looking at you in that way again, the one that made your knees turn into putty and had your heart racing as fast as the bike down a straightaway. It was a gentleness that he only reserved for you, or at least you hoped he did.

“Okay, I’ll give it back after my 9:00 A.M. Is that okay?”

“Keep it however long you need it. It suits you.” His voice was too soft, too fond, too loving. The way his hair reflected the warm glow of your porchlight wasn’t helping, either.

“Thanks, ‘toru, for the jacket and for the impromptu dinner date.”

“Of course, gorgeous. Anything for you.” He turns to leave you alone again and the thought fills you with so much dread that you want to throw up.

Fuck it.

Before you have time to think, your hand is on his arm and spinning him around, your other hand grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling his face down to you. He’s kissing you back within a microsecond, as if he was waiting for you to stop him and make a move. It’s as natural as blinking, pulling him close until your back hits the door and feeling him grip your waist. He sighs into your mouth when your fingers find the hair on the back of his neck and you’re barely able to pull away before he’s chasing you down again, kissing you like he’s starving. When you’re both breathing a little heavier and your foreheads rest against each other, his hand gently cups your cheek and he runs his thumb over your skin.

“You stole my thunder,” he murmurs, your fingers still carding through his hair. “I was gonna spin around and kiss you, but you beat me to it.”

“I got impatient,” you state simply, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Can I still keep your jacket?” He chuckles under his breath, nudging his nose against yours.

“Baby, you can keep all of my jackets.”

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kulemiwrites · 1 month

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 & 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

Genre: Comfort, SMUT

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3.5k

Character(s): Goro Majima, Taiga Saejima, fem!Reader

Warning: To clarify, there is no Majima/Saejima in this fic. I'd hate for someone to feel misled.

The power goes out while you're working on a report. So, your boys partner up to help you unwind.

It was a rather unassuming evening, just like any other. Goro and Taiga stretched out on opposite ends of the sectional as they watched the robotic news reporter explain the forecast for the evening. High winds, scattered thunderstorms, and flash floods. Nothing unexpected. After all, it was nearing typhoon season. It could have been a hell of a lot worse.

The woman pointed at a location on the doppler radar as she zoomed in to isolate their city. “Here in particular will see heavy rain storms and wind speeds of up to–”

The mounted flat screen cut to black, the lamps went out and the living room was bathed in darkness. They could hear the trees rustling outside and feel thunderclaps that shook the entire house. It was nothing but black outside of the window– not even a street light peeking in.

“Aw, what the fuck?” Goro groaned, lifting himself upright.

The other man sighed, “Think the winds’re high enough to knock out the power? Or ya think it was the lightnin’?”

“Hell if I know!”

A loud, anguished scream came from above then was drowned out by another thunderclap causing both men to shoot off the couch and stumble to their feet.

“Shit!” Goro hissed, making his way over toward the stairs as best as he could in the dark room.

Taiga was right there behind him until he heard the clatter of something being knocked onto the floor.

“Be careful, kyodai. Y’ain’t gettin’ no younger, ya know.” he said, digging through his pocket for his cell phone. “At this age, ya just might fall and break a hip or somethin’.”

“Shut the hell up, alright?” he said, helping himself off the floor. He turned to find Saejima’s face partially illuminated by the cellphone screen. “You forget I’m operatin’ with one eye here.”

He fished his own cell out of his leather pants but instead, turned on the flashlight grateful that he’d had you to teach him how not long ago. Using that light, he navigated his way through the room until he could reach the stairs.

“I’m gonna go check on the lady.” he said.

“I’m comin’ with.”

Goro turned to the man trailing behind him on the stairs and frowned, “Ya know, she don’t need both of us.”

“When has that ever been true?”

He snickered as the previous night flashed through his mind. You had a greed in you that at some point in the evening, he wondered if two of them was even enough before immediately dismissing the thought when he felt himself becoming jealous.

It certainly wasn’t true last night.

“Touché.”

They turned the corner once they reached the landing, then headed down the hall until they approached the door to your office. Right as Goro lifted his fist to knock, the door swung open, revealing your face illuminated by your phone and theirs. They could see clear as day how red your eyes were.

“Hey…” Goro said, stroking your cheek only to find that it was wet. “Ya alright?”

“I’m fine. Just really fucking pissed right now.” you spat, turning around to head back into the room.

Goro leaned on the wall as he kept his light on your back. “So… You’re not fine.”

Taiga brushed past him to guide you to the sofa near the wall then caressed your warm, wet face. “You’ve been cryin’. Lemme guess, you were still workin’ on that report?”

“Yes,” you nearly yelled, smacking your knees. “And I fucking lost everything! All of that progress!”

“Shit.” Goro said, joining you two on the sofa.

You let out a deep sigh as Taiga’s heavy hand landed on your shoulder, massaging it. You were tense- so tense. He couldn’t imagine how stressed you’d become over this. A lightbulb went off in his head.

Ironic.

“Goro,” he called. “You ‘member that emergency bag?”

The other man’s hand stroked at your leg, “Yeah.”

“Where is it?”

“Downstairs in the hallway closet.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You simply watched his contribution to the room’s light drift away.

Goro took this time alone to pull you into him, stroking at your hair and squeezing you against him. He’d practically opened up the flood gates. You buried your face into his chest and let out a loud wail. Sobs and frustrated groans stained his shirt with tears and a bit of drool.

“That’s alright. Let it out.”

He hated this.

He knew that it wasn’t his fault, that there wasn’t really much he could have done to prevent this from happening but still… He never felt like a winner when the love of his life was in tears. He kissed and kissed at the crown of your head, then pulled you back from his chest to see your tear stained face before pressing his lips to your forehead. He had an idea but he wasn’t sure if it would bear any fruit.

If it meant stopping the waterworks, he’d at least give it a shot.

“Gimme a sec, ____. I’m gonna run downstairs and see if I can get the power back up for ya.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Check the generator and the fuse box.”

“Yeah, alright.” you said, the sparse light shined on your pouting face and made his heart ache all the more.

The electricity would pay for making his girl cry… Somehow.

He gave your knee a light squeeze before leaving you in the room alone. “Be right back,” was the last thing he said.

You sat there on the sofa, staring in the direction of your PC as your thoughts ran rampant. Taunting you. Why didn’t you see this coming? You’d heard the thunder. You’d seen the lighting. Why didn’t you just make a save? Now, it was too late. You wanted to scream, cry some more or even break something but what was done was done… All you could do now was wallow in your misery and sulk.

Yeah, sulking was good.

You threw yourself out on the sofa and stared up at the ring of light on the ceiling. It was taking a while for either of them to return. You wondered what they could possibly be doing for so long in that dark ass house but then gave up wondering. You were growing bored and your boredom gave way to anxious thoughts.

You wanted no more of it.

Grabbing your phone, you unlocked it and swiped and tapped your way to your usual messaging app until you landed in the group chat with some friends. You took a deep breath then groaned as you tapped out a rant about what had just transpired. You hoped that venting about it some more would help put you at ease. You felt yourself growing angrier with every word, then after the anger dissipated, it settled into something sad.

You’d have to start almost entirely over… Right after you’d started to get the hang of things. What a pity.

Just as you hit send, Taiga startled you by knocking at the door. You hadn’t even heard anyone walking up the stairs– you usually did, him especially. He wasn’t the lightest on his feet.

“_____, can ya come with me a sec?” he asked.

You sighed, wiping the slow drying tears from your face then lazily peeled yourself from the couch to follow the much larger man down the stairs, his thick fingers woven with yours. He carefully guided you through the dark with the help of your phones until you reached the spare bedroom.

“What are we doing here?”

He rubbed at what skin was available on your arms with both hands. “Go on in.”

At his insistence, you reached for the doorknob and slowly turned to open the door. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. Dozens of votive candles were scattered around the room, vessel candles here and there too.

Warm candlelight. So beautiful. So many, too– it might have even been a fire hazard but at least it was pretty!

You were slowly drawn into the room, “Wow.”

From where you stood, you could even spot candles all the way through to the grand bathroom.

“This is so nice, Taiga.” you said, turning to face the large man smiling softly at you.

“Dontcha go givin’ him all the credit!” Goro called from the bathroom.

It was Taiga’s idea but sure, he must have helped light them or something.

“Come on in, ____! The water’s fiiiine.”

“The water?” you said, following your other lover's voice. You found him sitting on the rim of the bubble-filled bathtub and shook your head. “No way.”

“Yes, way.” he said, walking behind you. “Let’s go ahead and getcha outta these, hm?”

He glided his hand over your hair then skated his fingertips down the nape of your neck until he reached your shoulders. Then, he ran his hands down your arms and back up to cross over to the center of your chest where he’d begun unbuttoning your lounge shirt.

Slow. Deliberate.

His movements were all intentional as he plucked each button away. One by one. He kept that pace as he stripped you out of each article of clothing until there wasn’t a thing left.

When he was done, he spun you around to face him. You could see the hungry twinkle in his eye as he visually devoured you. He licked his lips and silently started to work toward doing the same to himself.

That same turtle pace.

Not once did he break eye contact. He didn’t say a word and yet he was saying it all. Unconsciously your leg squeezed itself over the other and he smirked.

He fucking smirked.

He knew precisely what this little strip tease of his was capable of.

When there was nothing left between you, nothing but his semi-hard cock, he closed the gap. You could feel it poking against you as he slipped his tongue down your throat.

“Goro,” Taiga interrupted. “You were just supposed to bathe with her. The hell are ya doin’?”

He fought the urge to allow himself some friction by grinding against you as he held you closer. He’d been cupping your ass in his hands by the time he pulled away from your lips.

“Mm, sorry, kyodai. Can’t help myself.” he muttered against your neck.

“Well, help it. Otherwise you’re not gonna be able to help with the next part.”

His shoulders slumped as he buried his face against your skin. “Fine.” he groaned.

“The next part?”

“Mhmm.” he hummed, taking your hand and leading you back to the bath. “We’ve got another surprise for ya after yer bath.”

You weren't sure how much more you needed. A relaxing candle lit bath with one of your boys was more than plenty. He helped you into the tub, then when you seemed to be comfortable enough, he stepped in behind you. You’d gotten lucky with this house, finding a tub that could not only accommodate their height but even comfortably seat two at a time.

“S’it feel good?” he asked, wet hands making scoops beneath your breasts to fondle. “The water nice enough for ya?”

You nodded, sinking down further into the water and reclining back into his chest. If it was ever possible to be swaddled in love, it couldn’t have felt too different from this– body submerged in warm water and an even warmer body pressed up against you from behind. You could have completely forgotten about the power outage….

Almost.

Taiga kneeled at the side of the tub, handing you a glass of wine. You rotated the glass beneath your nose. That aroma was unmistakable. He’d broken out your favorite bottle.

Absolutely, this was love.

“Thank you, Taiga.”

He’d leaned over the rim of the tub to capture your lips before you could kiss the rim of the glass. He always kissed you as if he was savoring it, much like you would soon be savoring this wine.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” he whispered, then pecked at your cheek before standing back up with a grunt.

“Ah, kyodai, did ya find the stuff?”

You could feel Goro’s voice vibrating through his chest against your back.

“Hm? What stuff?”

Not answering your question, the other man nodded. “I did. So, call it in about 30 minutes and then dry her off and bring’r to bed so we can get started.”

“30 minutes?” Goro whined. “That’s hardly enough time to finish her wine. Give her an hour.”

“Fine, but I don’t wanna hear no funny business. If I do, it’s just me an’ her.”

Goro waved his dripping hand at the man dismissively, flicking water at him and in your face. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now, get out. Yer wastin’ her time.”

Taiga said nothing else, not for Goro’s sake but for yours. You watched him leave the room, pulling the door up behind him. When it was just the two of you, you tried to sink even further into his chest but this was as close as you could possibly be.

“Sorry I couldn’t get the power back on for ya.” he muttered against your cheek as he absentmindedly fondled your chest.

“Don’t be. It’s not like it’s your fault the power went out.”

“I know. I just can’t stand seein’ ya upset and stressed out like that.”

“I couldn’t help it. I lost so much progress, Goro.” you sighed, then took a big gulp of wine.

So much for savoring.

“Well, now’s the time to let it out. I’m listenin’.”

“I don’t really have much else to say about it. I think it’s best for me to calm down and relax now.”

“Mm.”

They soaked in silence for a while. You watched the candlelight flicker along the walls and in the water as you sipped at your wine. Each minute that passed by, you felt the tenseness in your body melt away. You weren't sure if it was the warm water, the calming lighting, just being there in his arms or perhaps even the way he played with your breasts– bouncing your tits, teasing the nipples with his fingertips and pinching them after they’d hardened under his featherlight touch. The semi from before was now a full blown erection pressed against your back, twitching and begging for the neglect to end.

“Yer likin’ this shit, arentcha?” he snickered, dipping his head to nibble at your neck. “Feelin’ real good, huh?”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth to suppress the moan threatening to spill out. Good was much too weak of a word to describe how this felt.

“Yes.”

“How good?” he asked, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he sucked at your neck. You couldn’t answer him– not with your words anyway but the way you had begun to gyrate into the tub told him so much more than you ever could. “Ahhh, baby~. Ya need a hand?”

You bit back a groan.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered against your damp skin and the hair on the back of your neck had begun to rise.

“But Taiga said–”

“_____, do I sound like I give a shit about what Taiga said?” he said then licked a stripe along the goosebumps rising on your neck. “Be a good girl and spread ‘em.”

There was a fluttering inside you– Down low. You loved when he was assertive like this. You tended to take turns passing the baton. Now it was your turn to be the obedient one. You tried to spread your legs but the tub only gave you so much room to meet his liking. The bath was generous in length but not so much in width.

Clicking his tongue it was apparent that he wasn’t satisfied. He needed you spreaded out much more than this. He reached down to grab one leg and hiked it over the rim of the tub and lifted the other until your foot touched the cool wall.

That was more like it.

His large hand dipped beneath the bed of diminishing bubbles and snaked its way down your body until he was cupping your mound.

“Oh,” you gasped at his touch. “Goro, we–”

“Want me to stop?” his voice deep against your ear and you could have shuddered.

You knew that you should have petitioned for Taiga but both of you knew from the way you’d begun to grind into his hand that you would have only been lying to yourself.

You needed this.

And Goro was nothing if not a problem solver.

You shook your head and he smirked to himself at how well he knew you. He’d known you like the back of his hand. He pressed his middle finger between your slot and found you’d been dirtying up the water with your mess.

So slippery, despite the bath, just like he suspected you would be.

He knew you.

He slid his fingers along your slit then slowly reacquainted himself with your swollen bud. You flinched beneath his touch. Your lips fell open as you rested your head back on his shoulder. He could practically see the moan tumbling out of your mouth before the sound even graced the world. Goro brought his hand up to cover your mouth in an attempt to silence you. Water droplets rolled down under your jaw and along your neck until they hit with the bathwater again.

“Ya gotta keep quiet, _____. If he hears, he’s gonna get real pissy.”

You winded your hips in the same pattern as his hand, panting and sighing as you accepted all the pleasure his deft fingers had to offer. You tried your best to keep your voice down. You tried your best not to thrash about. You tried your best to keep your legs propped wide open but Goro’s efforts were wearing you down and you were only moments away from combusting.

“Oh?” he whispered, hastening his pace. “Ya like this sneakin’ around shit, do ya? That why you’re about to cum so soon? Hold it, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.”

That was just the thing though. You couldn’t hold it– You were just feet away from reaching the mountain’s peak and there was no turning back. Your toes curled as you attempted to fight against the trembling in your thighs that urged you to slam them shut. Any sudden movements and you’d make a splash for sure. You couldn’t have Taiga coming to investigate– you were too close to stop now.

You ground your head into his shoulder, eyes stapled shut as he pressed his palm to your mouth tighter. He was rubbing faster. He knew you couldn’t hold back. Your hands splashed through the water until you found purchase in his thigh muscles, crescent moons sinking into white skin.

He pushed you over the edge and all you could do now was ride it out, panting hard into his hand– trying and failing not to let out so much as a squeak.

“Thaaat’s it, _____. Let it out.” he whispered, kissing your ear. “Thaaat’s my girl. Keep cummin’ for me.”

The current rippling through you shot from head to toe, leaving behind a dizziness in its wake. With a shudder, you melted into him, fighting to catch your breath. At last, he removed his hand from your mouth, subtly noting the bite mark left behind. He hadn’t even noticed you biting him. He was so engrossed in what he’d been doing. Goro kissed at the wet nape of your neck, tasting a mixture of bathwater and sweat then dropped his bitten hand beneath the water to stroke the skin of your belly.

“Taiga’s going to get so pissed at us…” you said in an airy tone.

“Only if he finds out.”

“Oh, I think he found out.” a gruff voice said near the door.

The two flinched, gazes following the voice to find the other man leaning against the doorframe with folded arms.

“What the hell, kyodai? How long ya been standin’ there?”

“Long enough.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked.

Something mischievous played on his features beneath the flickering light. “I’ve got my reasons. Besides, ya looked like ya needed it so bad, I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt.”

“I told you we should’ve waited, Goro.”

“You ain’t say shit!”

“I tried.”

“Not very hard mi–”

“Enough,” Taiga said, unfolding a large bath towel as he approached the bath. “C’mon, let’s get you dry.”

“It ain’t been an hour yet.”

“Maybe it ain’t but you can’t follow instructions. So, I’m gonna go on and take this one off yer hands.”

He allowed you a moment to clean yourself up then he helped you out of the tub, dried you with the towel then wrapped it around your body before lifting you into his arms bridal style.

“Yer takin’ her for the massage already?”

“Ya know,” he began. “I’m a little fired up now. Maybe I’ll take a page from your book and lose sight o’ my task.”

“That ain’t fair!” Goro nearly shouted, propping himself up over the edge of the tub. “How’s that fair?”

Taiga looked from you to him, a barely there smirk playing upon his lips and Goro couldn’t see it but you certainly could from your seat, there was something devilish there.

Wicked.

“Do I look like I give a shit ‘bout bein’ fair?”

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flipperbrain-awakes · 1 month

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I see the bad moon a-risin' I see trouble on the way I see earthquakes and lightnin' I see bad times today Don't go around tonight Well it's bound to take your life There's a bad moon on the rise ~Creedence Clearwater Revival

Black moon, black mood.

#aidan turner #ross poldark #worried about his side-piece #that weird deflated rubber ball in the sky needs work

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szmacblog · 3 months

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Old-Time Tradition: Folk Musicals

Grease (1978)

This film follows Danny (John Travolta) and Sandy (Olivia Newton-John), two teenagers from different worlds. After a summer fling, they thought they would never see each other ever again, but unexpectedly reunite in the same school. Sandy, initially a wholesome stereotypical "IT girl”, tries to fit in with Danny's greaser crew, the T-Birds, and their sassy counterparts, the Pink Ladies.

Identity in Grease: A Song and Dance

The musical numbers in Grease are very energetic and catchy, but they also play a big role in exploring how the characters navigate their identities. Many songs like "Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee"—(I don’t drink, or swear. I don’t wrap my hair. I get ill from one cigarette. Keep your filthy paws from my silky dress)—and "Beauty School Dropout" showcase characters trying on different identities. Sandy tries to be the ideal 50s girl, while Rizzo rejects society's expectations. They all use songs to experiment and find their place in the T-Birds/Pink Ladies dynamic. On the other hand, songs like "Greased Lightnin'" and "We Go Together" solidify that bond that we can perceive between the T-Birds and Pink Ladies. Moreover, love, frustration, and teenage angst all find voice through the music. "Hopelessly Devoted to You", probably the most emotional song on the movie’s tracklist, lays bare Sandy's feelings, portraying her as the basic, easily enamored girl.

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The film reinforces stereotypical gendered behaviors. For example, in “Summer Nights”, the girls' lyrics ("Tell me more, was it love at first sight?") center around romance and emotions, suggesting a more emotional and sensitive view of love. Whereas the boys' lyrics ("Tell me more, did she put up a fight?") imply a focus on sexual conquest, portraying a more aggressive and sexualized view of romantic relationships. The song reinforces the idea that men and women approach love differently based on these stereotypes and it could be argued that it promotes non-consensual intimacy.

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The characters in Grease don't just burst into song for no reason, their world revolves around music. The energy and choreography allow characters to process their emotions in a big way. In fact, the film doesn't shy away from showing the characters enjoying music and dance for pure fun.

Yet, the world of Grease isn't exactly diverse

It is noticeable that the film avoids touching on any serious social issues of the 1950s, like racial tensions or economic disparity. This creates a sanitized version of the past and ignores the complexities of real life. Moreover, it pushes away the idea of 'Black Joy' as being something achievable even more. The music itself doesn't delve into racial themes, and there is quite literally, only one visible Black character in the movie—Frederick "Dennis" Greene as part of the singing group Johnny Casino and the Gamblers, reinforcing the idea that "Black musicality—the all-blacks-got-rhythm syndrome—of White cinema." (Dyer 98.)

The Ordinary → Utopia

Several elements align with the classic trope of white musicals seeking to transform the ordinary into a utopia; everyone is happy and music comes out of nowhere. Sandy's journey from a demure, "good girl" to a leather-clad greaser epitomizes this trope. Her initial wholesomeness represents the ordinary, while her adoption of the greaser look signifies a transformation into something cooler and more exciting. This aligns with the utopian ideal of escapism. On the other hand, Rydell High itself is portrayed as a somewhat utopian space. Sure, there are cliques and social pressures, but overall, it's a place where teenagers can have carefree fun. Finally, the film's resolution reinforces the utopian ideal. Danny and Sandy reconcile, the T-Birds and Pink Ladies maintain their cool-kid status, and everyone seems to get their happily-ever-after. This all-pink ending avoids the complexities of real life, where there are serious conflicts and consequences for teenage rebellion, and presents a more utopian world.

Circular time?

Black musicals often depict a cyclical view of time, where characters return to their "real life." As Dyer states, "white joy is in a space freed from labor; Black fun dips into the thing to have a good time while working." We can clearly notice this in the film. The ending suggests the T-Birds and Pink Ladies will stay on this high school path, but there's no real sense of daily life hardship.

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asleepinawell · 1 year

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while I am slightly horrified to admit I actually know all the black mage ability names now, I'd still like to propose an alternate naming scheme. not one that clears up all the conflicting numbering issues, oh no, one that more fully encapsulates the raw blm vibe. so here we go:

fire i, iii = fuck you i, iii

fire iv = fuck you in particular iv

fire ii = fuck y'all ii

high fire ii = fuck all of y'all ii

flare = fuck everyone in this chilis tonight

despair = (no, this one we're keeping as is)

blizzard i, iii = juice i, iii

blizzard ii = full juice alchemist (high blizzard ii *in another voice* = full juice alchemist)

freeze = with hearts aligned

blizzard iv = the power of heart (goooo planet) iv

paradox = by your powers combined!!!!

thunder i, iii = you know that I ain't braggin', she's a real pussy wagon, greased lightnin'

thunder ii, iv = you are supreme, the chicks'll cream, for greased lightnin'

scathe = please stop trying to wall to wall dzemael darkhold

manafont = viagra

manaward = GIRL HELP

aetherial manipulation = eeby deeby (alternative name: uno reverse rescue)

ley lines = I hope you die I hope we both die

between the lines = bye bitches oh fuck not again

umbral soul = yoko taro said fuck your timer your button won't save you now

sharpcast = the one that should have been called amplifier

enochian = flyyyy me to the mooooon

xenoglossy = tower of babiling

foul = stinky bastard man

amplifier = also viagra

triplecast = if it sucks hit da bricks real winners quit

#ffxiv #ffxivmp #mp #just black mage things #the enochian one is a bayonetta reference #i know it's not a button (anymore?)

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LIGHTNING BUGS

Something Joel found out quickly about Ellie was that finding a way to actually get her to lie down and rest was not easy.

Sure, sometimes there were days where their traveling had been long and exhausting, and she was too tired to stay up. She would crash onto her sleeping bag the moment it was out and would curl up in a small ball the way she always did, mumbling a soft, “goodnight, old man,” if she was awake enough. If they were lucky, she would start softly snoring almost immediately.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

“Come on, Ellie,” Joel sighed from where he was sitting beside their bags. She’d dropped her backpack and had immediately gone to pick at the rocks by the trees to find hidden insects. “It’s late. We need to sleep if we’re goin’ to be walkin’ all day tomorrow.”

“Keep telling me what to do and I’ll put a centipede in your bed,” she called back, waving the rock in her hand around threateningly. He was not intimidated.

“Ellie.”

She groaned but dropped the rock, trudging over to him, a purposefully sulky look on her face, as if the more pathetic she looked the more likely he was to let her play with the spiders before bed. He was afraid she was getting close to figuring out sad eyes worked on him.

He began to lie his sleeping bag down, and she copied him, huffing and sighing the entire time. He ignored her, because he knew those kinds of tricks well.

“I’m not even tired, you know,” she grumbled after it became clear that he wasn’t going to ask her what was wrong. “I could stay up for a lot longer.”

And then be tired the entire day tomorrow, he very generously did not add. Instead, he said, “I know. But I’m tired, you little shit, and I’d prefer not to worry about you gettin’ a spider bite in the middle of the night while I’m tryin’ to sleep.” Spider bites were not what he was worried about, but she didn’t have to know that. Let her keep her obliviousness to the world’s true dangers for a little while longer.

“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes and flopping down onto her sleeping bag. “You’re old and you need your old person sleep. How could I forget?”

“These jokes about my age just keep gettin’ funnier and funnier, you know.” She stuck her tongue out at him and grinned, and he stifled own smile at how easy it had been to get her to stop pouting.

He began to shuffle through his bag to find food, ignoring how dark it was. The sun had already begun to set, and it wouldn’t be long until it was pitch black, but they hadn’t eaten yet and Joel didn’t want Ellie to go to bed hungry. His brows furrowed as his hands continued to dig through his pack yet found nothing, and he wondered with a small stab of panic if, somehow, they’d run out of food and he hadn’t noticed.

Behind him, Ellie sprung up suddenly, and he whirled around as she cried out, “Joel!” He was on his feet immediately, gun in hand, eyes scouting for the danger.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” He asked, taking a step in front of her, gun lifted and ready to shoot.

“I-I don’t know,” she stuttered out. “I saw, like, a spark. Like someone was trying to set something on fire, or whatever. I don’t see it anymore, though…”

Frowning, Joel kept the gun in position, eyes searching the stretching shadows of the forest, eyes straining to see behind the trees. He couldn’t see anything, and just as he was about to call a possible false alarm, Ellie jumped again.

“Right there! It happened again!” She exclaimed, reaching out to grab his arm, but he relaxed, because he had seen it this time, too. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little, though, and she shot him a look. “What?”

“Ain’t nothin’ to worry ‘bout,” he reassured her, putting his gun down. “No danger.”

“But I saw it,” she protested. “I did.”

“I believe you—I saw it too. It’s just lightnin’ bugs, though. See?” He nodded in the direction of a cluster of bushes where a couple more tiny “sparks” flashed. “Nothin’ bad, just a couple of flashy bugs.”

“Flashy bugs?” She looked skeptical, clearly unsure if he was messing with her or not.

“Mhm.” He sat down again, wanting to make it sure and clear that there wasn’t anything to be afraid of. “Just some weird bugs that have some sorta glowin’ things under their wings that light up.”

“Whoa,” she breathed, all former worry forgotten. “That’s so cool. Do you think I could catch one?”

He frowned. “Well…it’s entirely possible. People Before used to catch ‘em and stuff, but you still need to sl—”

Before Joel could even think to finish his sentence, Ellie was darting towards the bushes, grinning madly, and he sighed. He’d forgotten how exhausting kids were, but he didn’t try to call her back. There was no stopping her now, unfortunately.

It had gotten significantly more dark, so the flashes were easier to see, and after a couple of first failed attempts and an accidental murder when Ellie clapped her hands together instead of cupping them together to catch a flying one (R.I.P., lighting bug. Ellie had been very guilty afterwards), she finally managed to scoop one off of the grass. Clasping it in her hands gently, making sure there was space in between the two hands since she’d learned her lesson after the first bug murder, she ran back over to him, grin wider than he’d ever seen it.

“Look!” She cried, unclasping her hands and proudly presenting the bright bug to him, “I caught one!” Sure enough, there was a little lighting bug scurrying across her palm, looking disoriented at the fact it was no longer peacefully sitting on a piece of grass like it had been moments before.

This time, Joel couldn’t help the smile that twitched at the corners of his mouth. “You did,” he acknowledged. “Nice job, kid. Now how ‘bout—”

“Hold it!” She demanded, thrusting her hands out, and it was a miracle the bug was still on there. When he gave her an I’m not doing that look, she merely gave him a yes you fucking are look back. Heaving a sigh, he held out his hand and she beamed, gently placing the little bug into his palm. It was almost comical, how small the bug was compared to his hand, but he let it stay on for Ellie’s sake as she watched it happily, as if she’d handed him a trophy rather than an insect that would probably be dead in less than a week, if she didn’t accidentally crush it herself.

“I’m naming that one Olivia,” she declared. “Keep her safe, Joel.” Before he could even process her words, she was darting off again, searching the grass and sky for more lighting bugs to capture.

He glanced down exasperatedly at Olivia, still wandering confusedly across his skin. “We’re really in for it now, aren’t we?” He sighed, then gently closed his hand, careful to make sure he didn’t squish the bug, since Ellie would be devastated if he did.

The girl spent the next thirty minutes collecting lighting bugs, as the sun set and the sky above them became dark, casting a shadow down on earth and making it almost impossible to see. Every once and a while he couldn’t make her out in the darkness and he panicked, but there was no need, because every time he worried he was quickly reassured by Ellie charging towards him, new victim in hand. By the end of the night, he had at least twenty in his hands, acting as her bug collecting jar as she ran off to find more.

They all had names, of course. Olivia, Andy, Stefan, Ellie Junior, Joel Junior, Ozzie, Little Fuck, Christopher, Will Livingston 2.0—all of them got the honor of having names, although who was who, Joel had no idea (what he did know was that Christopher had definitely escaped the moment Ellie had placed him in his hands. Sorry, Ellie. Christopher belonged to the night now).

It wasn’t until Ellie caught five at once and tried to put them all into his already-crowded hands (yes, both hands now, because one had not been enough to contain Christopher) that he finally put a halt to the mass lightning bug imprisonment.

“But Joel,” she whined when he opened his hands and let them all free. Some shot off immediately, while others stayed, clearly already used to their new life in captivity. He was pretty sure one of the four left meandering around was Olivia. “There are so many of them to catch!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but you can’t catch all of ‘em, kid,” he told her. She frowned and looked down at the bugs in her hands. “Plus, we gotta get movin’ early tomorrow. You need rest, and I’m sure those poor bugs do, too.”

Ellie sighed reluctantly, and that’s how he knew she was getting tired, the way she didn’t put up more of a fight. “I guess you’re right. Bye, Johnny, Johnny Junior, Johnny the Third, Johnny the Forth and Johnny the Fifth.” The bugs gradually flew off and she caught his baffled look. “What? You didn’t give me enough time to name them all!”

“Right.” He rolled his eyes to hide his amused smile. “Now sit down and try to go to sleep, you little shit.”

“So mean to me,” she grumbled, the uplifted corner of her mouth showing she wasn’t actually upset as she clambered into her sleeping bag, curling up like she always did.

Joel slid into his own, staring up at the treetops and the stars above him, waiting for the inevitable question. Sure enough—

“Joel?”

“Mhm?”

“They’re called fireflies too, right?”

“Yeah, I s’pose some people call ‘em fireflies.”

“Hm.” There was only a moment of peace before she spoke up again. “I think I like these fireflies better than the people ones.”

He laughed at that. “Yeah. Me too, kid. Me too.”

#let ellie have a good firefly experience!!! the people suck the bugs do not!!!#this timeline’s probably somewhere before silver lake (obviously) but after ellie and joel already bonded enough.#so maybe soon after Kansas City #before it snowed bc fireflies do not vibe with the snow. who knows tho not me I wrote this spontaneously and had no idea of what time it wa #tlou #the last of us #the last of us hbo #ellie williams #joel miller #ellie and joel #joel and ellie #hbo the last of us #alternatewriting

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part I)

WELCOME TO NEW YORK

The village is aglow.

Everybody here wanted somethin' more.

It's been waitin' for you.

I could dance to this beat forevermore

The lights are so bright, but they never blind me.

Everybody here was someone else before.

You can want who you want.

Like any great love, it keeps you guessing.

Like any real love, it's ever-changing.

Like any true love, it drives you crazy.

But you know you wouldn't change anything.

BLANK SPACE

I could show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Oh, my God, look at that face.

You look like my next mistake.

Love's a game, wanna play?

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny?

I know you heard about me.

I'm dyin' to see how this one ends.

Grab your passport and my hand.

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames?

You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth thе pain.

They'll tеll you I'm insane.

I love the players and you love the game.

We'll take this way too far

I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name.

You're the king, baby, I'm your queen.

Worst is yet to come.

I can make all the tables turn.

Oh, my God, who is she?

I get drunk on jealousy.

You'll come back each time you leave.

Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Boys only want love if it's torture.

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

STYLE

Could end in burnin' flames or paradise.

It's been a while since I have even heard from you.

I should just tell you to leave.

I know exactly where it leads.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye.

I got that red lip classic thing that you like.

When we go crashin' down, we come back every time.

We never go out of style.

I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road.

I heard that you've been out and about with some other girl.

What you heard is true.

I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you.

I've been there too a few times.

Take me home.

OUT OF THE WOODS

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple.

The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we in the clear yet?

We were built to fall apart.

Your necklace hanging from my neck.

The night we couldn't quite forget.

We decided to move the furniture so we could dance.

Baby, like we stood a chance.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

When you started crying, baby, I did too.

When the sun came up, I was lookin' at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I'm settin' you free.

The monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up, you were lookin' at me.

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY

People like you always want back the love they gave away.

People like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed.

The more I think about it now, the less I know.

All I know is that you drove us off the road.

All you had to do was stay

Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?

Now you say you want it back?

I don't know what to say.

I've been pickin' up the pieces of the mess you made.

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside.

People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

Let me remind you this was what you wanted.

You ended it.

You were all I wanted.

SHAKE IT OFF

I stay out too late.

Got nothin' in my brain.

That's what people say.

I go on too many dates.

The players gonna play.

The haters gonna hate.

I'm just gonna shake off.

I never miss a beat.

I'm lightnin' on my feet.

That's what they don't see.

I'm dancin' on my own.

I make the moves up as I go.

That's what they don't know.

You could've been gettin' down to this sick beat.

My ex-man brought his new girlfriend.

Won't you come on over, baby?

I WISH YOU WOULD

It's in the past.

You're thinkin' that I hate you now 'cause you still don't know what I never said.

I wish you would come back.

Wish I never hung up the phone like I did.

I'll never forget you as long as I live.

Wish you were right here, right now.

We're a crooked love in a straight line down.

Makes you want to run and hide.

It makes you turn right back around.

I wish we could go back.

Remember what we were fightin' for.

I miss you too much to be mad anymore.

You always knew how to push my buttons.

You give me everything and nothin'.

This mad, mad love makes you come runnin'.

BAD BLOOD (+ REMIX)

Now we got bad blood.

You know it used to be mad love.

So take a look what you've done.

Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve them.

You made a really deep cut.

Did you have to do this?

I was thinking that you could be trusted.

Did you have to hit me where I'm weak?

I couldn't breathe.

Salt in the wound like you're laughin' right at me.

It's so sad to think about the good times.

Did you think we'd be fine?

Still got scars on my back from your knife

So don't think it's in the past.

These kinda wounds, they last and they last.

Did you think it all through?

All these things will catch up to you.

Time can heal, but this won't.

So if you're comin' my way, just don't.

Band-aids don't fix bullet holes.

You say sorry just for show.

If you live like that, you live with ghosts .

If you love like that, blood runs cold.

I can't take it back.

I don't hate you, but I hate to critique, overrate you.

These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you.

Take time and erase you.

No, I don't fear no more.

Respect ain't quite sincere no more.

Remember when you tried to write me off?

Remember when you thought I'd take a loss?

You thought that I would need ya.

It was my season for battle wounds, battle scars, body bumped, bruised.

Still, all my life, I got money and power.

You gotta live with the bad blood now.

You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go.

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #exodusmusing #*mystarters #*1989

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incorrect-mtg · 8 months

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Flavor Text Highlights - Mirage

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Funny - Pacifism

For the first time in his life, Grakk felt a little warm and fuzzy inside.

Funny - Elixir of Vitality

“Eternal life or your money back.” —Unnamed Suq'Ata merchant, deceased

Emotional - Reign of Terror

“I don’t know what takes them; they die around me without time to scream.” —Scout Ekemet, final journal

Worldbuilding - The entire Love Song of Night and Day* *which I will put under a line break because it's super long AND I want to repost content from a Wizards article which is no longer available

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The full poem, taken from the article of the same name originally posted in 2003 on the wizards website (here) with footnotes explaining which cards quote it.:

Love Song of Night and Day by Jenny Scott

He (Night) / She (Day)

Wrap yourself in your best bright clothes, your red and purple scarves of silk. Run with me to the festival, where we will dance until sunrise. The dwarves will beat their funny drums of zebra skins and hollowed trees, while stiltwalkers perform, and the musician blows his bamboo flute.

And late in the night, the poets and storytellers entertain, delight us with their dancing words, as we listen, clapping by the fire. Enchant me with your tale-telling. Tell about Tree, Grass, River, and Wind. Tell why Truth must fight with Falsehood, and why Truth will always win.1

I will tell my father's stories: how the giant mantis fooled Death by holding still as a felled tree; how the elephants trampled the leopard cub, and its father, though he knew, killed nine goats instead;2 how pirates gambled with a djinn and lost the thing more dear than gold.3

Tonight we'll eat a farewell feast. Cold corn porridge is not enough. Let's peel papayas, pineapples, and mangoes, drink coconut milk, and bake bananas.4 We'll dine on crocodiles, wild birds, and turtles, perhaps a hippopotamus--if only you can catch it first.

I'll build a palace made of stone. Two hippo-headed guards will serve, and tigers carry in your meals. I'll capture flying zebras for your steeds, and fill the stable with every kind of unicorn.5 Butterflies and salamanders will decorate your garden.

I'll strand long strings of beads for you, blue, the color only kings may wear. I'll carve a soapstone lioness, a wooden box to lock it in, girded with sapphire amulets, ostrich feathers, ivory. These things will protect you while I'm gone, remind you of my love for you.6

Your voice resounds like a songbird's, every word is a sweet, soft song. When you run you're graceful and swift, sleek as a powerful panther.7 Mysterious chameleon, you're a thousand women at once, sharp and strong as a lioness, yet gentle as a striped gazelle.

On this our last day together, let us walk across the grasslands. Hold my hand and let's walk slowly, seeing everything as children. Let's walk on the Daraja Plains, where leopards hang from trees, dosing, tasseled tails swaying in the shade, near villages of tree-dwelling elves.

Glorious, to walk again across the savannah with my beloved. A lion walks commandingly, a general among his troops, camped the night before a battle. A snake, colorful and coiled, loops around his bough, mischievous, hanging over the village path.

We'll find termites in their nests, hard tall towers above the plains, and point-eared cats, taking their turns, guarding their many entrances. We'll find the basket-nests of birds hanging from the acacia tree. Rhinoceroses and dragons for once will let us walk in peace.

When lightning tears the sky's dark cloak and heaven's bird beats the water on the muddy plains with its big wings, termites and frogs escape their homes toward the lamps in the nearest village. Spiders dry themselves indoors, the spotted lizards that never fall from ceilings suddenly appear.

In the forest, fires light the sky as the black clouds unfold their weight.8. The black-and-white sacred monkey holds her children to her, and waits.9 Love, like lightning hits suddenly. It sparks the heart with blows of light, its fire extending, bends, expands, beats and breaks your hiding places.

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Remember when we were children, herding the sheep together, leading them over the grassy hills with long sticks. Your silly songs made me laugh, and in the evening, you'd enchant me with your stories, lying on your back beside me. Even then my heart was yours.

I remember your sacred rites. You were so funny, so grown up, so stiff and serious, all arms and elbows. You went in a girl, but you returned a warrior. You marched back with the others-- your hair was cut, your eye tattooed with the red triangle of war.10

Tomorrow I must go, my love. I will tattoo my head with braids. My shield will bear a shining sun so you will always be with me. Inlaid with gold, it will shine like glowing embers.11 I will return with lizard skins for your sandals. Paint your eyes black and wait for me.12

I am the sun, you are the moon. Wherever you lead I will go, following across the wide sky, as long as I live and you love. Sun follows Moon until she tires, then carries her until she's strong and runs ahead of him again.13 I'll carry you, too, my beloved.

My love, we are not Sun and Moon. Instead we are like day and night. The old ones say Day is a woman, who works only while it is light. She herds her goats and catches fish, fills her fields with golden corn, shows her children what is just and protects them from the cobra.

Day loves Night, who works in darkness, walking through heaven's milky sky collecting stars with his quick arms, piling them into a basket like a child collecting lizards and piling them into her pot until the pot overflows with lizards, 'til the basket overflows with light.

Night wears a black cloak lined with fire, studded inside with gleaming stars. At dawn and dusk he spies his love. Across the rolling hills of sky, they glimpse each other--so briefly. They throw each other kisses, cry. Their tears spill over Jamuraa. Mixed with blood, they wash everything red.14

But once, with a magician's help, Time was stopped and Day stood still.15 Night spread over Jamuraa, wrapped Day in his dark cloak and held her. In their miraculous embrace, the two became as One. Until pulled from Day's arms, Night sank, commanded by the western horizon that always beckons him to come.

I won't give up hope, my love.

Our love is like the river in the summer season of long rains: For a little while it spilled its banks, flooding the crops in the fields.16 But soon it will evaporate with the dry heat. Like Day from Night, I'll live my life apart from you, just glimpsing you across the sky, because you cannot change, my dear, and nor can I.17

[1] "Enchant me…" - Village Elder, Mirage [2] "I will tell my father's stories… how the elephants…" - Wild Elephant, Mirage [3] "…pirates…" - Kukemssa Pirates, Mirage [4] "Tonight…" - early harvest, Mirage and Sixth Edition [5] "I'll capture…" - Zebra Unicorn, Mirage (note that "flying" was changed to "gentle" on the card.) [6] "These things…" - Remedy, Visions and Sixth Edition [7] "When you run…" - Panther Warriors, Visions [8] "In the forest…" - Flare, Mirage [9] "The black-and-white…" - simoon, Visions [10] "…you returned a warrior… your hair was cut…" - Zhalfirin Knight, Mirage [11] "My shield…" - blinding light, Mirage [12] "I will return…" - Femeref Knight, Mirage [13] "Sun follows…" - Chariot of the Sun, Mirage [14] "Their tears…" - Mortal Wound, Visions [15] "But once…" - Sands of Time, Visions [16] "Our love…" - Summer Bloom, Visions [17] "Like Day from Night…" - Unfulfilled Desires, Mirage

#magic the gathering #flavor text highlights #Love Song of Night and Day #mirage

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ifelllikeastar · 3 months

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Lightnin' Slim on guitar & Whispering Smith

Lightnin' Slim was born Otis Verries Hicks on March 13, 1913

#lightnin slim #whispering smith #botd #love #black lives #black musicians #blues #electric guitar #missouri #march

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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Thursday ‘Kings & Queens’ Radio Prompt List

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Been two years since he left me

The way you smile, the way you walk

He's only here for one thing But (so am I)

I'll show you how a real queen behaves,

I wish that when you walked in, I could hide it

Baby, I wanna drink you in like oxygen

A black leather jacket, A bad reputation, Insatiable habits

I throw my phone into a lake And watch it sink to a better place, down at the bottom

But queens are free to go wherever they like

You can either lead, follow or get out the way

I wish that when we touched, there wasn't lightnin'

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl Tonight, I don't wanna be her

She say I make her wet

Good to know that you got free That town I know was keeping you down on your knees

These bruises make for better conversation

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

And I'm stumbling drunk, getting in a car

That girl know what she want, she make me take it off when she see me

They say he likes a good time

I think my life might be better if I lived in Colorado

You say you wish our hearts had better timin'

Sometimes I wish that I could see you one more day

My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost

I know too well how, it feels when you fall

Once I start breathin' fire, you can't tame me

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me I might let it happen"

I don't want my best dressed day in a casket

She came with you and then left with me

Please don't fix a thing, whatever you do

And I'll admit, it would be nice To meet some guy who's not my type

'Cause it's 3am

And I'm calling everybody that I know

I've walked through hell, and I've battled the storms

Days pass by and my eyes stay dry, and I think that I'm okay

Darling, I just left the bar

It's good to let you in again

'Cause one of us is always holdin' somebody else

Cause maybe there I'd like myself Work on my mental health

We would pop champagne and raise a toast

I lost my chance when you met him

So take me to the Heavens now

Make a fuckin' move it would make my fuckin' day

And the both of us are gettin' good at foolin' ourselves

Wishing you were around but now it's too late

No damsel in distress, don't need to save me

She's in Queens with the man of her dreams

Sit around and get high, sippin' some white wine out the bottle

They say that the time will heal it, the pain will go away

Yeah, I'm a wreck since you've been gone

Can't live without me, you wanna, but you can't,

One more rainy day without you

Disobey me, then baby, it's off with your head

ten years, is that what it's been?

Tell me, how am I supposed to move on?

But it's an empty dream That shit's not meant for me

But everything, it reminds me of you and it comes in waves

And meet some young ex-wife We'd start a brand new life

I choose the devil I know Over the heaven I don't

These days I'm becoming everything that I hate

Leaving you makes me wanna cry

I would love to fix it all for you

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enchantinglyjade · 2 years

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 14

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: Cousin Billy has a surprise.

Warning: Slight NSFW, mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of nudity, Pearl

Song: Smokestack Lightnin’ by Howlin’ Wolf

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I rub my eyes, still tired from the little amounts of sleep I’ve gotten. I stretch out on the silky sheets, smiling at the sensation of them gliding along my skin. The door shuts and I peek my eyes open.

I watch as Elvis strides to the bathroom, walking past at least 3 places he’s had me bent over in the past few hours alone. “Mmm, I missed you, baby.” I moan out, stretching myself across the pillows again, before turning over to faceplant into one.

“Only been gone for 3 minutes.” He chuckles, poking his head around the corner. “But I missed you too.” He blows me a kiss, and with a wink, he goes back to brushing his teeth. “Mama insists you stay for dinner. Says Billy’s got some surprise for everyone and she’d love for you to be ‘part of it.” He says sloppily while he scrubs his teeth.

I giggle. “‘Course I will.” I hug the pillow into my chest, resting my chin on it. “Imma little nervous though.” I admit.

He spits, before killing the lights and coming back into the room with me. “Why, baby?” He asks, confused, sex still glowing behind his eyes.

I bite my lip. “Well, it felt weird listening to you talk about stuff with your mama the other day.”

He furrows his brows, walking over to the bed. “Whaddya mean, Bumble?”

I shrug nervously, sitting up, to now cling onto the blanket. “About the Colonel and movies and all that other stuff. You don’t never talk to me about that. I didn’t even know you had so much on your plate. I just…wanna be an ear for you. I dunno, it just made me feel kinda…worthless. Like there’s a whole side of you I don’t know nothing about.” I hesitantly look up to see his reaction, hoping he wouldn’t be upset.

He sits on the edge of the bed at my feet. “Baby, I ain’t gonna talk business to ya. I wanna save you from that part of my life. It can be boring and downright cruel. I don’t want you all tangled up in it. Gotta keep my angel innocent.” He rubs my inner thigh through the blanket, attempting to sneak it from my grasp.

I laugh, yanking it back up, covering my bare body. “Innocent, huh? Elvis, we just got done.” He groans, plopping his head down into my lap. “How are you gonna manage without me tonight? Think you’ll make it through the night when I finally go back home?”

“I’ll just have to dream about you to keep me satisfied.” He mumbles into the comforter.

“Unless you wanna come to my house.” I offer only half joking.

“Nuh uh, baby, your daddy’ll shoot me dead as night.”

I laugh, playing with his hair. Just then the sound of a howling man faintly comes through his radio speaker.

He jumps up in excitement upon hearing this, causing me to jump at the sudden movement. “You remember when your mama and my daddy used to say the blues was devil music?” I nod, eyebrow raised, watching him enliven over the song. He chuckles at the memory, picking himself off the bed. “Then we’d go to my place after daddy went out for the day, cause mama was the only one that let us use the radio?” He all but skips to his radio. “They been playin this new Howlin’ Wolf record. Listen to this.” He cranks up the volume, the man's voice becoming more clear through the static.

‘Whoa-oh, fare ya well

Never see, a-you no more

A-why don’t ya hear me cryin’?

Ooh-ooh, whoo-hoo, whoo’

He squints his eyes shut tight. “Woo! That’s some devil music, be there!” He shouts.

I giggle, watching him step passionately back towards me to the music. “You’re a big ol sinner, Elvis.”

He chuckles, leaning over me to kiss me down into the pillows, finally getting the sheets from my grasp. “Yes, I am.”

Once we finally managed to separate from each other and get cleaned up, night had crept upon us and Gladys had dinner ready for the family.

We sit at the table, all eyes on Billy as we wait for his surprise.

“Well, what the hell ya waitin for?” Elvis asks.

“Oh quite, boy. Let‘m speak.” His mama scolds him.

The doorbell rings throughout the house, causing Billy to squeal like a pig as he dashes towards the entrance of the home. Aw, I wonder if little Billy finally got himself a girlfriend. I smile at Elvis, who looks particularly annoyed with each one of his cousins.

The sound of heels echo through the building getting closer and closer, and suddenly my gut begins to bubble up with a rotting feeling.

Just then a blonde woman walks around the corner, hand in hand with Billy, adorned in a baby blue dress. My dress.

“Everyone, this is my new girlfriend. Pearl.” He announces happily as if he isn’t holding hands with an actual demon.

All but Elvis and I greet her.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Pearl.” Gladys chimes in. “Please, have a seat.”

Billy pulls her out a chair, clearly nervous and struggling to remember what a gentleman would do for a lady. Poor thing can barely remember his own name. Luckily for him, he had two less pairs of eyes on him because they were too busy judging his new girlfriend.

I glare her down from across the table.

She responds with a smile and a wave. “It’s a real honor bein here. Thank you for welcomin me into your beautiful home.” She exclaims.

Gladys brushes off her compliment. “Oh, it's always a pleasure when one of the boys brings a new friend back home.”

George snickers at her comment. Clearly, it was not always a pleasure, and considering what Billy dragged in tonight, I believe it.

- Elvis POV -

Bumble and I eat in silence, wondering what to make of all this. I don’t know much about her family situation right now, but from what she has told me, it’s been hell for her. I feel helpless not knowing how to comfort her during these times. I can’t imagine having another family I never knew about. What I do know is that this Pearl gal is the one responsible for leaving my baby all but helpless in the middle of Oklahoma or whatever, so we’re gonna have some problems, her and I, at the very least.

I was beyond happy when Bumble wanted to stay these two nights with me, and not just cause the activities we were doing, not that I’m complaining one bit about it though. I don’t wanna come between her and her family, but I’d rather her be far away from Pearl if she’s gonna keep putting her in danger like that.

Since the day I saw her I had my suspicions, but I really wanted to hope and pray that Pearl was just a different type of girl. A girl that was just in love with music and curious about all types from all backgrounds and wanted to make a difference just like me. But now I see all of her little tricks, how everything she did was just to hurt Bumble.

I couldn’t be more proud of my baby though. All this shit bein’ thrown at her and she never lost faith in us, in me. She never questioned my loyalty or felt weak to Pearl, and instead she’s been standing up to her like the strong woman I’ve always known her to be.

“Well, I saw him across the Drive-In and I just couldn’t keep my eyes off Billy. Somethin about ‘em just-.”

What a load o’- “Billy, I need to talk to you.” I abruptly rise from my chair, legs squeaking against the floor.

“Elvis, baby. What are you doin? What’s wrong?” Mama asks, upset from my rudeness.

I don’t look at her, just keep staring down at Billy, who looks like a deer in headlights, cautiously pushing out his chair to follow me wherever I may need him. It’s not until I feel a warm, gentle touch against my hand that I take my eyes off him. Bumble looks up at me nervously, questioning my intentions. I give her a look, before turning back to Billy.

I grab his arm, bringing him around the corner into the living room. Once out of view, he yanks his arm back. “Man, what the hell, Elvis?”

“You need to stop seein Pearl.” I throw out bluntly.

His eyebrows furrow in anger. “El, what?”

“Billy, I’m tellin you, she ain’t who you think she is.”

He shakes his head with a dry laugh, looking down at his feet. “You just can’t step out of the spotlight for one second, now can you?” His eyes dart back up at me unbelievably.

I reach out for him. “Bill-”

“Save it.” He slaps my hand away, walking back to the dining room.

As he exits, I see my little blonde headed cutie snoopin around the corner. She spins on her toes watching Billy storm out past her as she enters. She waddles over to me as fast as she can in those high heels of hers, still in that same pink dress I bought her a few days ago. She shoots me a concerned look with those big ol’ honey eyes of hers. “Hey, what happened?” She asks, studying my face with her hands on my chest.

I shake my head in disappointment, grabbing at her soft waist. “Tried warnin ‘em bout Pearl, but he don’t want none of it.”

She sighs, “Sorry you got dragged into this. Didn’t think Dad would show up out of the blue and infect the whole city.” She rolls her eyes at the thought.

I chuckle, watching her think.

I swear I’m in love with everything this girl does. I’m dumb for the woman. Dumb for the way she can light up any room. Dumb for her worrying. Dumb for the way her long lashes shyly flutter when I compliment her, and then when she tries to hide that beautiful smile in embarrassment. Those little freckles on her nose, her perfect plump lips I could use as a pillow, her glistening skin, her siren voice, the way she dances on stage just for me. The way she can be bat shit crazy sometimes. An innocent, doll-like face that hides a whole lotta passion and dirtiness beneath it. My god, she’s perfect. All mine.

These past few nights have been perfect, spending nothing less than hours in between those heavenly legs. She’s a sin I can’t stop committing, just left wanting more and more. It wasn’t even until this morning I remembered I’ve been ignoring my manager and the news and whatever bullshit they gotta say about me. Managed to hide a radio broadcasting about Bumble from her this morning. Obviously word got out that I brought her to Graceland, but I never want her to hear what they're saying about her, it won't do her no good.

I need to find a way to put an end to this Pearl business. To think I thought Michael would be the last of our issues.. I don’t want my lil’ mama going home to all that Tomfoolery or the reporters. The second she leaves this house she’s going to face the wolves and I can’t stand the thought of it. Anytime I think about her leaving this house I get a bad feeling in my stomach. I just wanna keep her here where I know she’s safe and protect her from all the evil life tries to bring her way.

She shakes her head, finally coming out of her own mind and snapping me from mine. She looks up at me, her doe eyes widening when she finds me staring. Before she can say a word, I lean down to get another feel of those pillow lips. She sighs, pushing herself harder into the kiss. It’s only been mere seconds, but things already begin to heat up. She grasps onto my bicep for support, before dragging her fingers down my arm, pushing down at my hand on her waist. Don’t need to ask me twice. I slither my hand down her body, reaching behind her to squeeze at her-

“Ah! There you are! I’m so glad I found you two!” Pearl paces towards us, interrupting me from getting a real taste of honey.

Bumble groans, crossing her arms and looking bout as mad as a small child being told no for the first time. God, she’s so cute. She turns to face her…sister, I guess.

Pearl extends her arms out to her. “Oh! Honey! It’s so nice seein-”

“You can cut the shit. He knows.” She spits out.

Damn. Didn’t know my little honey bee had such a mouth on her. Who am I kidding? Yes, I did. We’d always practice our swear words out on the mailman. Poor Marvin. Wonder if he’s doin alright.

Pearl stops, crossing her arms with a raised brow, waiting for our next moves.

“Elvis!” Mama yells, her face appearing around the corner shortly after. “There you are, booby. What’s goin on? Is everything alright? Why’s Billy in a fit? What’d you say to him?”

“Hell, Mama.” I mumble quietly, running my hand through my hair, trying to keep up with all her questions. “It’s nothin’.”

She scowls, upset I’m not telling her nothing. “Alright, f’you say so.” She disappears behind the wall for a second before popping back over again. “Can you come help me with these dishes, baby?”

“Alright.” I mutter. “I’ll be back, Bumble.” I say, giving her a kiss on her upset face before following Mama into the kitchen.

I help her clean off the dining table, Billy attempts to stay as far from me as possible. Minutes go by and it seems like these damn dishes don’t never end. I tap my foot impatiently, looking around the kitchen for Honey Bun, but have no luck finding her. Maybe she’s in the living room with Dad and Dogger. The only people left in the kitchen and dining room are Satnin, me, and…Pearl. She notices me glance past her and sees this as an invitation. I spin my head back to the dishes. Look what you done got yourself into now, Elvis. At Least she’s not near Bumble.

Then I feel a finger tap on my shoulder. I hold in a groan. “Elvis, can I talk to you?” She whispers from behind me.

I shake my head, not bothering to turn around to look at her. “Pearl, I ain’t got nothin I wanna say to you. I trusted you and you hurt someone I love. You outta be ashamed for what you did to her.”

“I am!” She desperately cries. “And I wanted to apologize for lyin to you. It wasn’t right, but I wanna go somewhere more private so I can explain my whole side to you.” Now I look over my shoulder at her. “If that’s alright anyway. I’d appreciate it. I don’t want you to hate me.” She adds with a down face.

I sigh, putting down the plate I was holding. I really don’t trust her, but, “Come on.”

I excuse myself to Mama who has a suspicious look on her face as she eyes me out the door. I bring Pearl to the backyard porch. She seats herself on one of the lawn chairs, but I stay standing with my arms crossed.

“Well?” I say, giving her the floor.

She twiddles with her thumbs in the lap. “Well, I got a little jealous, okay? Honey’s got a mama, and friends, and-and talent, and the perfect boyfriend. Everything I never had. She just seems like she has it all.” She sniffles, holding back tears.

Bumble is far from having it all, yet anyways. Pearl doesn’t even know how lucky she is with what she has.

Now it’s my turn to twiddle with my thumbs. What do I say? How do I comfort her? Do I comfort her? I gulp, before my sympathy gets the best of me. I kneel down in front of her, taking her hands. “Pearl, I’m sure she thinks the same way about you. Growing up she always talked about her daddy, how she wished she could meet him. We lived in wooden shacks, for cryin out loud. I’m sure she wishes she had what you did.”

She wipes away a fallen tear. “Really?”

I nod. “Absolutely. Now, it’s none of my business, but I think you two should talk it out. You might find you have a lot more in common than you think.”

She flashes me a sad smile. “Elvis?” She asks softly.

“Yes, Pearl?”

I barely have time to process the next few seconds. A noise happens behind me, someone grabs me, a gasp, and before I even know what’s going on, I find myself all puckered up on Pearl. My eyes widen once I come back to reality and I quickly pull away in shock.

Pearl gasps, covering herself with her hands. “Honey! I don’t know what happened! He just threw himself all over me!” She shouts frantically.

I whip my head towards the door, finding my baby standing there in shock. She stays still, looking between me and Pearl, clearly at a war with herself in what to make of what she just saw. I run up to her, taking her wrist with one hand, cupping her cheek with the other. She avoids making eye contact with me, looking everywhere but at the two of us while chewing on her lip. “Bumble, no. Hey, look at me.” I wipe my thumb across her cheek, brushing a curl from her face. She hesitantly meets my gaze, brow knitting together. “Mm mm, don’t get that look in your eyes. You know.”

Come on, Bumble. You know better. Have faith in me, in us. You know what you mean to me.

She places her small hand on top of mine, melting into my touch. “I know.” She whispers. That’s my Bumble. I press my forehead against hers. She closes her eyes, lashes tickling over my cheeks. “I know you’d never do that.”

Pearl giggles behind me, interrupting our moment. “No, but he might.” She points to the door.

Bumble spins in my arms to look behind her. I peek over her head to get a look with her.

Damnit! “Billy!” I yell, letting loose Bumble.

“You just had to get the girl, didn’t ya?” He yells back, before bolting back into the house.

Bumble drops her arms in frustration. “Pearl! What the hell’s wrong with you? Why are you doin this?”

Pearl stands up in rage, pointing a finger at her. “You took my daddy from me! That’s why!” What I think to be real tears start leaking down her face, but I don’t really know what to think of her anymore. “He barely even look at me no more. You and your mama just appear out of nowhere and take him from me and my family! He loved us. He loved me! Then out of the blue he’s announcin this whole other family he kept hidden.” She stops, a mean look appearing back on her face as she stomps over to us. “You take away my favorite man, I take yours.”

“Like hell you will!” I yell.

Bumble wraps her arms around me, I pull her even closer. “Elvis and I love each other and ain’t no other woman gonna take that from us, especially not one like you!”

Who does she think she is? I already know what games she’s playin, s’not like I’m gonna magically fall in love with the woman.

Pearl tilts her head to the side with fake sympathy. “Oh, Honey. I told you I’m takin you man from you, not that I wanted him.” And with that, she walks away.

Bumble and I stand there in silence for a while before I finally speak up. “What in the hell does that mean?”

She pulls her arms even tighter around me. “I don’t know. I don’t even want to think about her right now” She mutters against my shirt. “What are you gonna say to Billy? Do you want me to talk to him?”

Damn, I still gotta take care of Billy. “He ain’t got no where else to go but this house. I think it’s best I spend the night elsewhere, let him cool down some, then maybe we can talk to him tomorrow.”

She stands herself up straight with a sad, exhausted sigh that nearly brings tears to my eyes. My poor Bumble’s tired of everything happening INSIDE the house, she doesn’t even know what’s waiting for her on the outside. “We could stay at Handy?” She offers.

Is she crazy? “We? Darlin’, this ain’t your problem, it’s mine. I’ll deal with the consequences.”

She throws her hands up in frustration. “Baby, it shouldn’t even be your problem. Besides, you think I’m just dyin to go home with Pearl right now?” She takes my hands. “I’m not leavin you.”

I stare down at my shoes. I suppose it would be best if I keep her in my sight longer. “Alright, let’s go before any other hell breaks loose.”

Before we leave, I tell Mama I’m leaving and quick grab a few things. I drive Bumble and I through the front gates, reporters and fans waiting for us on the other side. I put my arm around her, shielding her from the fans grabbing and shoving, trying to not let her see some of their outraged faces.

I never once let go of her, not while driving, not while fighting through crowds of fans outside Handy, not even when we made it to the privacy of our hotel room.

I sit on the edge of the bed, rolling circles into her hips bones while she stands in front of me, dress thrown somewhere on the floor. I’ll never get used to a sight like this.

“I love you, Bumble.”

“I love you too, baby.”

But her smile quickly disappears off her sweet little angel face. She climbs into the bed, staring at the ceiling while she wraps herself up in the covers. I twist in my spot to watch her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

She snuggles the sheets closer to her face. “Elvis, I’m scared. I’ve been getting this bad feeling lately and I don’t know what it means, or what to do-”

“Hey, hey, hey.” I crawl under the covers with her, taking her head in my hands, collecting her sudden burst of tears with my thumb. “Ain’t nothin bad gonna happen, Bumble. I promise.” I kiss her on her forehead, wrapping my arms around her. She buries her head into my chest, sniffling away her troubles. “It’s you and me against the world.”

But really, I ain’t so sure myself. I been getting the same bad feeling, like somethings gonna happen, but I don’t wanna think about it. I won’t let nothin happen. As long as I have her, and as long as she has me, everything will be alright.

She falls asleep in my arms, her warm breath tickling down my chest every other second. I leave another kiss on top of her head, before getting some shut eye myself. Though it’s not long before I’m woken back up by a loud bang shooting across the room.

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