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the-rewatch-rewind · 8 months

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The most underrated 1980s teen movie

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Hello and welcome back to the Rewatch Rewind! My name is Jane, and this is the podcast where I count down my top 40 most frequently rewatched movies in a 20-year period. Today I will be discussing number 10 on my list: Embassy Pictures and Monument Pictures’ 1985 adventure romantic comedy The Sure Thing, directed by Rob Reiner, written by Steve Bloom and Jonathan Roberts, and starring John Cusack and Daphne Zuniga.

In his first term at a small northeastern college, Walter Gibson (known as “Gib”, played by John Cusack) is frustrated with his sex life, or rather, lack thereof. So when his high school best friend Lance (Anthony Edwards) sends him a picture from UCLA of a beautiful woman (Nicollette Sheridan) and promises that she’s a “sure thing” – no questions asked, no strings attached, no guilt involved – Gib takes the first ride he can find to California for winter break, even though that means traveling with Alison Bradbury (Daphne Zuniga), who has already rejected his underhanded advances and is on her way to visit her boyfriend (Boyd Gaines). Gib and Alison’s constant fighting finally pushes the driver (“Gary Cooper, but not the Gary Cooper that’s dead,” played by Tim Robbins) to abandon them on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and they are forced to find their own way to LA. Their adventures prompt them both to learn from each other and start to change for the better.

I remember not being very interested in this movie when my mom first got it from the library, and her really having to talk me into watching it. I think I was pleasantly surprised the first time, but it wasn’t until I rewatched it a couple years later that I truly appreciated it and became kind of obsessed for a while. I saw it for the first time in 2004, then eight times in 2006, three times in 2007, once in 2009, three times in 2010, once in 2011, once in 2012, once in 2013, once in 2015, once in 2016, twice in 2019, and twice in 2022. I would have watched it more in recent years, but for a while I only had it on VHS (my sister’s had it on DVD for several years but since we don’t live near each other I don’t have many options to watch her copy, so I did finally get my own DVD of it last year) and it’s very rarely available on streaming services. There was a major boom of teen movies in the 1980s, many of which are still considered classics now, but hardly anybody ever talks about The Sure Thing, and I have no idea why because it is truly delightful.

Most of the people involved in this movie were just starting their careers. Rob Reiner had only directed one movie (This is Spinal Tap) prior to this, and it was both writers’ first feature film, and it was John Cusack’s first starring role. So The Sure Thing has the charms of a low-budget project that everybody’s making because they want to, not because they think they’re going to get rich and famous from it, with the added bonus that many of the actors did become rich and famous later, so you can watch it and go, “Oh look, it’s Dr. Mark Greene from ER back when he had hair” or “Wow, is that a very young Tim Robbins?” But even if none of them had made anything else, this would still be a fun movie to watch because the writing and acting are incredible, especially when it comes to the two main characters’ arcs.

I know the dynamic of a buttoned-down, over-organized control freak paired with a spontaneous, go-with-the-flow goofball has been done to death, but no movie does it better than The Sure Thing. The characters of Gib and Alison are so well developed that they feel like real people rather than a tired trope. Even though it’s fairly obvious from the moment Alison enters the story that she and Gib are ultimately going to end up together, their journey toward that predictable conclusion is never dull. Part of that is because of the obstacles they encounter on their journey across the country, but the main reason is because they were perfectly cast. Apparently both John Cusack and Daphne Zuniga were a lot like their respective characters at the time and therefore brought a lot of themselves to their roles. The whole “shotgunning a beer” bit was added because Cusack mentioned that was something he could do, and that became an important way to show the evolution of their characters and relationship. Initially, Rob Reiner didn’t even want to consider Cusack for the part of Gib because he was a minor, but the casting directors talked him into giving the then 16-year-old a chance, and Cusack’s audition convinced the director that he was the perfect Gib. Producer Roger Birnbaum went to court to have John Cusack emancipated and served as his legal guardian during filming. It is a little uncomfortable to know that Cusack was only 17 at the time of filming while his love interests were 20 and 21 – like, I know the age gap is only a few years, but he was technically a minor and they were technically adults, although their characters were all meant to be 18 or 19, so it’s not like the movie is promoting inappropriate relationships. Yes, it definitely would have been better to cast someone who was over 18, but at the same time, John Cusack does such an incredible job playing this character that I totally understand why they went ahead and cast him anyway. He plays Gib with the perfect balance of kind of a jerk but still kind of sweet that keeps the audience rooting for him while still criticizing his bad behavior. And the way he and Zuniga play off each other is endlessly compelling.

One of my favorite scenes, not just in this movie but in any movie, is after Gib and Alison have been kicked out of the car and accidentally left all their cash in a hotel room, and they’re sitting on the side of a deserted road at night hoping to hitch a ride. Alison finds a stick of gum in her purse, unwraps it, and the second she’s about to put it in her mouth, Gib says, “I’m starving.” So Alison dutifully breaks the gum in half and splits it with him. Then he starts listing other complaints until she can’t take it anymore and snaps, “Can’t you try to look on the bright side?” which of course is the sky’s cue to start pouring rain. In their desperate search for shelter, they find a trailer, but there’s a padlock on the door. Gib starts frantically pounding at the lock, and Alison thinks she might have a nail file in her purse, so she starts searching, and suddenly finds something much better. She tells Gib, “I have a credit card!” He’s so focused on getting into the trailer that at first he doesn’t understand the implications of what she said, and his immediate response is, “Credit cards work on a completely different kind of lock!” And Alison says, “I don’t think you understand: I have a credit card!” “You have a credit card?” “I have a credit card.” “You have a credit card.” And then her face falls as she remembers: “Oh. My dad told me specifically that I can only use it in case of an emergency.” And he just looks at her, soaked from the pouring rain, and deadpans, “Well, maybe one will come up.” And it’s just…so good. The comedic timing between the two of them is utter perfection.

And they’re also very good at having serious moments together. Like right after that scene, when they’re in a fancy restaurant because it was the only place they could find that would take a credit card – oh how times have changed – Gib opens up about where his interest in outer space came from. Earlier in the movie, both with Alison and with other girls, he’s tried to use his knowledge of space and astronomy to impress/seduce women – not very effectively – but here he’s being vulnerable and genuine, and Alison’s reactions show that she recognizes and appreciates that. And then when they finally get to LA and separate, they both do such a great job of showing how much they have changed, while still remaining true to who their characters have been from the beginning. Alison starts to realize that her boyfriend Jason, whose idea of a good time is staying home, playing cards, and admiring the special hangers and flannel sheets, is not nearly as fun to be around as Gib. And after making such a deep personal connection with Alison, Gib starts to question whether an emotionless sexual encounter with the Sure Thing is really what he’s looking for. Neither of them say these things in so many words, but they make it abundantly clear how they’re feeling, and it’s very rewarding as an audience member to see the characters we’ve become so invested in reach that point in their journeys. But they’re also very mad at each other, mostly because they’ve fallen for each other against their will, and it isn’t until they somehow get back to the east coast (we never see how that happens, but I guess it’s not important) that they resolve this tension. And the way they reconcile through a paper that Gib has their English professor (played by Viveca Lindfors) read to the class is an amazing way end the movie. So basically, this is a story about two very well-written, perfectly cast characters who go on an extremely satisfying journey that is just as fun to watch the 20th time as the first.

Now, if you’ve listened to other episodes, or even just read the description of this podcast, you might be a little confused right now. “But Jane,” I can imagine you thinking, “Aren’t you aromantic and asexual? Isn’t this movie all about a character pursuing sex, and then coming to the very amatonormative conclusion that he should commit romantically and sexually to the one person he’s had an emotional connection with? Why would a movie like that be in your top 10?” And you know, those are fair questions. They’re the kinds of questions I asked myself a few years ago, when I suspected I might be aroace but wasn’t completely convinced. And an important step on my path to recognizing that that label truly described me was when I realized that I appreciate this movie from a very aroace perspective. For one thing, it always irked me that the movie ends with Gib and Alison kissing. “Why can’t they end up as friends?” my obliviously aromantic teenage self would lament during the years when I was watching this movie the most. But on the other hand, I had always appreciated the message that forming a genuine emotional connection with someone is more fulfilling than casual hookups with people you’ve lied to and manipulated to get them to sleep with you. So I liked the part about “sex isn’t actually the end all be all of human experience” but I disliked that the conclusion was “but finding a romantic partner is” – could there be a more aroace response to this movie?

And as I thought about it even more, I realized that, even though I’m positive that this was not the intention of any of the filmmakers, there is a way to interpret the character of Gib as being on the asexual spectrum. In the first half of the movie, he does appear to be in constant pursuit of sex, at least at first glance, but a lot of his attempts are kind of halfhearted. You get the feeling that he wants to be able to say he’s slept with a lot of people because his friends and society tell him that’s what will make him cool. He seems a lot happier and more comfortable when he’s stopped trying to seduce Alison, and ultimately, even though the Sure Thing is definitely willing to sleep with him, he decides he doesn’t want that anymore, despite having travelled across the country specifically to have sex with her. Obviously, there are a lot of different conclusions that could be drawn from this. I think a big one is that people who are socialized as boys, regardless of whether they’re asexual or not, are often given a very toxic and unhealthy message about what their sex lives should be like, including the idea that women are objects to be tricked into providing momentary pleasure, and that having lots of sex is what makes you a real man. So it’s rather refreshing to see a coming of age story that shows a young man maturing by actively choosing not to have sex with a woman who is given no name, and is only identified by her willingness to put out. And in some ways I don’t want to encourage the headcanon that Gib is asexual because I think it’s important to show that allosexual men are allowed to say “no” when it doesn’t feel right, and that that doesn’t make them less of a man. But I also think the disconnect between how Gib is expected to feel about the Sure Thing and how he actually feels when he meets her is very relatable to asexual people. Society’s messages about how “normal” people feel about sex and sexual attraction are very confusing to people who don’t feel that way. And I guess what this movie is trying to say is that some of those messages don’t apply even to allosexual people. I just wish it didn’t perpetuate the amatonormative message that sex and romance are vital aspects of the most important relationship in everyone’s lives. In the story that Gib writes to reveal to Alison that he didn’t sleep with the Sure Thing, he reveals that she asked, “Do you love me?” and that for the first time in his life, he knew that those were more than just words, and that if he said it, it would be a lie, so he said no and left. And again, part of that feels very amatonormative, but at the same time, the whole idea of being true to yourself and honest with any prospective partners is a good message for people of all romantic and sexual orientations.

I still hope to find a movie about a journey like this in which the leading man and woman explicitly end up as friends (let me know if you’re aware of one), but I can almost be content imagining that soon after the events of this movie, Gib and Alison realize that they don’t actually like kissing each other but remain BFFs. Hey, it could happen! But that was definitely not the intent, and if you like cute 80s teen romance movies, The Sure Thing is definitely one to check out – if you can track it down. Don’t let my weird aromantic headcanon ruin your appreciation for this romance. I’m not saying this movie was made for aroace people by any means; my point is that realizing I was enjoying this movie in a very aroace way helped me come to the conclusion that I am aroace. And it’s also a great movie aside from all that, as one would expect from this director and cast.

Thank you for listening to me discuss another of my most frequently rewatched films. The Sure Thing was the only movie I watched exactly 26 times in the 20 years I was tracking, and I didn’t watch any exactly 27 times, so next week I will be talking about the movie I watched 28 times, which is widely – and extremely incorrectly – regarded as one of the worst movies ever made. So that should be a fun episode. As always, I will leave you with a quote from that next movie: “Forget ‘herb.’ I never heard of a hit that had the word ‘herb’ in it.”

#the sure thing #rob reiner #john cusack #daphne zuniga #the rewatch rewind

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codychristiantreasures · 3 months

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If anyone is curious about what has been putting me through it lately, It’s below.

Warnings: Engagement & death. I think that’s it.

So about 6 years ago I lost my fiancé. Every year around his birthday and his death date I get flooded with emotions that I sometimes can’t get a handle on. The biggest ones are an immense amount of guilt and sadness. It’s so hard to hangout with people, work, take care of myself. I know it has been years but I am still feeling it and honestly I don’t think I will ever not feel it. Even though his death was caused by a real P.O.S, I still hold so much guilt for it. If I would have made a different decision that morning, he would still be walking this earth. He was not meant to be where he was in the situation he was in but he was and it costed him his life. He was revived twice but they couldn’t save him in the end. A sliver of comfort comes with the fact that he had my message open on his phone that was me telling him I loved him and it was probably one of the last things he saw. Again, I know it has been years but I never really grieved properly and he was taken way too soon so it still hurts to this day. When I’m dealing with these emotions it’s hard to invest time into finding the perfect Cody content to post. I have a bunch of pictures I can post but I worry that they’re not good or what people want because they may not always be the best quality or the type of pictures people like. For a little bit it might be the lil updates, pictures and posts prompted by asks, reblogs or the odd random picture I have. I know there are a bunch of other blogs to get Cody content from but I am sorry to those who come to my blog for their Cody content. I’m trying to push through. I know this will pass, it’s just tough right now.

#I’m sorry to those who didn’t want to see this #I just thought that anon had a good point #I hope this isn’t too much of a damper on anyone’s mood #personal post #I’ll delete this if it’s too upsetting for people #❤️

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whats-k-popping · 2 years

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A Recipe for Disaster

Summary: He felt totally fine before Namjoon came over. And the only thing he ate while Namjoon was there was the food he prepared. He knows it's not from eating too much. He's eaten more in single meals than he ate all day today. So there must have been something wrong with it.

Pairing: Namkook - Platonic but open interpretation

Words: 3603

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Vom!ting || Food Poisoning || Fever || Public Vom!ting || Character Guilt

Inspiration: "Would it be possible for you to write a story where JK gets sick because of Namjoon’s cooking and then Namjoon feels bad about it and takes care of him." - Received this request in my messages from a lovely user who requested to remain anonymous. <3 You are a beautiful soul and I hope you enjoy the fic! Also inspired by Jungkook's birthday because that is today! Happy Jungkook Day!

See Also: @sicjimin recently posted a very similar fic to the same request. It can be found here. I always enjoy her work and it's such a pleasure to read! Please make sure to check out her take on the prompt as well! <3

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Jungkook wouldn't say it's been a bad birthday. Not by a long shot. He only had a brief solo schedule in the morning and has been enjoying the rest of the day to himself. He spent most of the day at home, enjoying his free time.

He would have gone to visit his family, but he knows he has an early schedule the next day. Which doesn't leave him a lot of time to travel all the way down to Busan, spend time with his family, and travel back to Seoul by morning. So he's made arrangements to celebrate with them over the weekend. Thankfully, he has a full three consecutive days off. That never happens.

Throughout the day, several members stop by before, between, or after their various schedules. They all came bearing gifts and sweet sentiments for his birthday. Spending time with their precious maknae and cursing at him for getting older. Reminiscing of when he was only 15, wide eyed and painfully shy. Jungkook jokes with them, they say the same things every year.

It's almost 8 PM and the only member who hasn't stopped by is Namjoon. He figures the BTS leader has been working non-stop. He keeps saying he'll be next to debut. They all let him think so. At least Namjoon had the courtesy to text him early in the day.

Jungkook's casually browsing his DVD collection when there's a knock at the door. A quick peek reveals it's Namjoon. Jungkook really didn't think he'd come so late at night. But he's not upset at all. He quickly opens the door and lets the leader in. He eyes Namjoon's hand in curiosity as he walks in and kicks off his shoes.

"Happy Birthday, Jungkook-ah," Namjoon greets and holds out a container for Jungkook to take. "25 looks good on you."

"I look the same as I did yesterday, hyung." Jungkook accepts the container graciously. He holds it close to his chest while they walk to the kitchen. The contents are still warm. Namjoon fills the short walk with apologies and excuses. He claims he didn't have time to shop for a gift and didn't have any time earlier in the day to pay him a visit. To be fair, Jungkook does live a good distance away from the company building. That was kind of the idea.

"It's homemade beef gukbap." Namjoon smiles shyly when Jungkook opens the container. He quickly reads the skeptical expression on Jungkook's face. Namjoon's cooking has been less than edible in the past. "I've actually been taking cooking lessons in my spare time. Since we're living alone now, I don't want to eat take out all the time. So I've been cooking a lot more." The leader explains, hoping to ease Jungkook's concern.

"And you haven't made yourself sick?" Jungkook asks, no humor to his tone.

"Okay, maybe like twice." Namjoon's honesty is always admirable. Jungkook laughs. "But most of the time, I get it right. I've made this before and it was really good."

Jungkook pulls out a clean pair of chopsticks and digs in, "Okay. I'll trust you, hyung." He picks up a large chunk of beef, "Thank you for the meal."

It's actually not bad. The maknae quickly goes back for more. And soon the container is empty, even slurping up every last drop of broth. Namjoon smiled proudly when Jungkook finished it off. "I never thought I'd say this, but you can cook for me anytime, hyung." Jungkook smiles.

"I'm glad you liked it. I know it's one of your favorite dishes." Every dish is Jungkook's favorite dish.

"Do you wanna maybe stay a bit, and hang out? I was about to watch a movie before you showed up." Jungkook asks, walking back to the living room.

"I don't wanna stay too late. We do have a taping tomorrow. Maybe just one movie." He follows.

"Spiderman?" There's a small pout on Jungkook's lips. Namjoon rolls his eyes, they've watched all the Spiderman movies probably 100 times. But it's Jungkook's birthday, so Namjoon gives in without any argument.

After one movie (Jungkook tries to rally the leader for a second, but Namjoon puts his foot down), Namjoon leaves for the night. Jungkook starts his evening routine with a wide smile. He couldn't have asked for a better birthday. Sleep and sweet dreams find him easily when he lays down.

Unfortunately, he wakes up only a few hours later to an aggressive rumbling in his stomach. He tries to ignore it, turning over and squeezing his eyes shut. He can still sleep for three more hours. He wants to sleep for three more hours.

But the rumbling turns to churning and the churning turns to a burning nausea that demands his attention. Any hope of sleep is gone. He sprints from his bed to his bathroom and curls himself around the toilet basin as thick waves of vomit shoot out of him. It's relentless. No matter how much he throws up, there's always somehow more. He doesn't even want to lean away from the toilet because each heave comes without warning.

He's confused. He didn't even eat that much today. He had a coffee with Jimin in the morning. And Hoseok brought him a cake, he ate a few bites of that. Got some take-out with Yoongi. And then Namjoon's gukbap.

Namjoon. He felt totally fine before Namjoon came over. And the only thing he ate while Namjoon was there was the food he prepared. He knows it's not from eating too much. He's eaten more in single meals than he ate all day today. So there must have been something wrong with it.

Jungkook hates to come to that conclusion. Because he knows Namjoon was proud of his cooking. He was proud to share it with Jungkook. And the maknae had even praised it in the moment. He knows how hard Namjoon worked just for him. But it's the only thing that makes sense.

The early prickling chill of fever seals the deal. It's food poisoning. Succumbing to the self-made diagnosis, he groans miserably as another wave of vomit pours out of him. He spits over and over to try to get the taste out of his mouth. He can't even bring himself to get tap water, the sink feels so far away.

Once this round ends, he drops his head onto the toilet seat trying to remember the last time he cleaned the bathroom. He doesn't care, won't pick his head up either way. But any thought to distract him from the endless nausea and painful cramps inside of him.

It continues in waves for the rest of the night. Jungkook can't even close his eyes without heaving. He doesn't know how long it's been until he hears his cell phone alarm start to blast from beside his bed. It's 6:30. He needs to start getting ready for his schedule.

The only thing he has for the day is a Run BTS taping. But who knows how long that could take. They never brief them on the episode until the day of. It's both a blessing and a curse. It means that all their reactions are 100% genuine when they are told the games. But also does not help them know how to prepare.

He prays it will be something easy, like board games or computer games. Something that doesn't require a lot of movement or motion. He's not sure how he'll manage to get through the taping, but he knows he won't last if it's something physical. He can barely hold his head up.

Despite throwing up for hours, he still feels the lingering urge to vomit at any second. He feels uncomfortably unwell. But he's a professional. He can’t just call in sick. So he forces himself to get ready. He gets his ass to the agreed upon location and he's ready to get it over with. On the drive over, he prays that it'll be an easy episode

He's the last member to get on set. And he's technically late. But it's really not his fault. He had to pause his morning routine 4 times to be sick. That's also four extra trips to the sink to brush his teeth. The members are a little disappointed when he stumbles his way to the briefing, but they don't say anything about it.

Jungkook's heart sinks when the director explains the concept. It's a team cooking competition. Cooking foreign recipes. Using foreign ingredients. He really doesn't think he can handle being around food today, especially foreign foods. But he's going to try his best.

He receives several concerned comments from the stylists and he just jokingly flirts it off. He lies, telling them he's just a bit hungover from a night of partying for his birthday. Several of the younger stylists giggle at that. He believes he's getting away with it and asks them for their patience in making him look presentable. More giggling follows. The team of stylists blush and assure him that he will look perfect for the recording.

When one of the stylists is working on his hair, she stops midway through separating his part. "Jungkook-ssi. I think you have a fever. Should I call for a medical staff?" She whispers to him, not wanting to draw any attention.

He looks back at her with pleading eyes, "Please don't tell anyone, noona. I'm okay."

She thinks about it for a minute, putting her hand back on his forehead to feel for a more accurate reading. After a minute, she nods and agrees to keep his secret. He doesn't seem too delirious or anything. So he'll probably be fine to record. She finishes fixing his hair.

After all of the stylists are done with him, he makes his way to the set with the rest of the members. He makes a slight detour to run off to the bathroom when he feels a familiar warm feeling creeping up his throat. It's hard trying to control his vomit while simultaneously trying not to ruin his face, but he manages. He has to empty all the reserve strength he has left to bend at the waist over the toilet seat so his mouth is directly over the basin. His hands grip tightly to the rails along the stall to keep him standing for the whole ordeal. When he opens his mouth in conjunction with a deep gag, the thick sick pours directly into the bowl. He manages to keep any from dribbling down his chin. After four productive heaves, he jerks with two more dry ones before snapping himself back into character.

Once he finishes, he slowly sucks on some mints he's keeping in his pockets to mask the smell. He doesn't have time to go through the whole ordeal of brushing his teeth again. Everyone is waiting for him on set. He hurries to join them.

The rest of the members are visibly unimpressed with him for being late and running off unannounced, so he doesn't say anything. He just joins them on set again and avoids their side glares. He pretends he doesn't hear Jimin's sarcastic "nice of you to finally join us." But it stings like acid. He wishes he could just tell them he’s not well. But that the unprofessional thing to do.

He keeps a hand on his stomach, rubbing casually, while the director explains how they are going to assign teams. It's a determining game of Kai Bai Bo that lands him on a team with Namjoon, who also stuck out a scissors gesture. Yoongi, Taehyung and Jin all revealed paper. And Hoseok and Jimin chose rock.

With teams decided, it was time to choose an international dish. Three covered metal trays appear before them, each one hiding a different meal to prepare. The paper team has hyung privilege and are allowed to choose first. Taehyung does the honors and grabs the tray in the center. Namjoon chooses the tray to the left for their team, which leaves Hoseok and Jimin with the right tray.

When the covers are lifted, Jungkook's face visibly falls. Shutki Maach, a spicy traditional Bengali dish. He loves spicy food any other day. But today, he was hoping for something a little more bland. South Asian cuisine is known for its ample use of strong flavors and varied spices. Even standing so far away from the dish, he can smell the spicy aroma overpowering any scent the other dishes might give off.

Speaking of, he looks over to the other trays and immediate feelings of envy fill his chest. In the middle tray, there's a dish of lasagna and some roasted vegetables. And on the right is an Irish stew. Not only do they look easier to prepare, but they also have much less powerful aromas, and probably much less potent flavors. He thinks about asking the director to switch teams.

But they’re still taping. Namjoon brings the finished dish to their station so they can look at it more closely. Jungkook has to step back, swallowing down the urge to gag. He gulps hard trying to keep his stomach at bay. He’s biting on his tongue to try and keep his expression neutral for the cameras. While they're watching the instructional video on how to prepare the dish, Jungkook feels a greater nausea turn in his stomach. Spicy peppers, garlic, onions, turmeric, chili powder. There's not a single mild ingredient.

Namjoon offers to prepare the Shutki and suggests Jungkook chop the vegetables. The maknae agrees. He rewatches the video and picks out all the ingredients he'll need. Before he starts chopping, he takes a deep breath hoping that will help him keep his stomach in check. But when Namjoon opens the bag of dried Shutki, he audibly gags. The smell is so potent, it doesn't take long for it to overwhelm their small work station. Jungkook only now realizes that shutki is a dried fish dish.

“Kook-ah, you’ve gotta smell this.” Namjoon brings the bag with him as he approaches the focused maknae. He practically shoves Jungkook’s nose into it. Jungkook’s known for his stomach of steel. Namjoon doesn’t think he’d be so affected by the smell. But Jungkook crouches down behind the kitchen counter and gags.

They aren’t the same kind of humorous and entertaining joking gags that Namjoon had, they are loud and deep and eventually going to be productive. Each deep breath Jungkook tries to take just fills his lungs with the aromas of the garlic, onions and peppers he had been chopping. And he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to erase the smell of the Shutki from his nose.

After gagging for what feels like hours, Jungkook heaves a mouthful of sick onto the floor. It's followed by more deep heaves, wave after wave of stomach contents spilling onto the set. It's still chunky and Jungkook lets tears fall. There's no way he still has food in his stomach, he has been vomiting for hours. Where are the chunks coming from?

Namjoon hears the splash onto the linoleum flooring and yells for the director to stop shooting immediately. He kneels down beside the still vomiting maknae. Namjoon immediately blames himself for making Jungkook smell the Shutki. He starts apologizing.

When Jungkook finally stops gagging long enough for a decent breath, he leans against Namjoon. Namjoon holds him, starting to think this episode was more than just a reaction to the Shutki smell. Jungkook realizes now there's a small audience around his workstation, looking down at him with sympathetic eyes. He hates that. They weren't all so sympathetic when he was struggling out the gate. "'T's not your fault." His voice is grating and slurred. "I was sick overnight. The smells just triggered it again."

"But we were…and you didn't…how?" Namjoon stutters pointlessly for a few more seconds, unable to form a coherent sentence. But Jungkook watches as the leader's whole expression falls, "Was it the food I made for you?"

Jungkook doesn't have the heart, or energy, to answer. But the silence speaks volumes. No answer gives the answer.

Namjoon pulls Jungkook into his arms, hugging him with just the right amount of pressure. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook-ah. I didn't mean to make you so sick!" Namjoon apologizes, "I didn't taste any before serving it to you. I should have just picked up some take out." Namjoon rambles on and on with remorseful apologies.

"You didn't know, Joon." Jungkook burps. "It was the thought that counts, right. I'm still so happy you cooked for me." It hurts to be sick, but it hurts Jungkook more to watch Namjoon beat himself up about it. "Once it's out of my system, I'll be good as new."

The director interrupts their moment to ask for an update. He asks if Jungkook will be able to resume the taping. It's a unanimous no from all the members. Some are even offended the director had the nerve to ask. They leave the reschedule up to management and all head their separate ways, eager to get a head start on other schedules.

Everyone parts, with the exception of Namjoon and Jungkook. Namjoon still feels responsible for Jungkook's condition. And he wants to take responsibility by making sure the maknae is going to be okay.

When Jungkook is finally able to move his own two feet, Namjoon escorts them to a company car. He wishes he could just drive Jungkook's car, but alas, still no license. He orders the driver to take them both to Jungkook's home. Jungkook dozes off before the car leaves the parking lot.

He wakes up in his bed, which initially startles him. He doesn’t remember getting home. He does, however, remember getting sick on the set. He remembers the odor of fish. And he remembers Namjoon. Just as Jungkook pieces together the events of the unsuccessful taping, Namjoon enters the room with a tray. “Good, you’re awake.” Namjoon greets, setting the tray aside momentarily.

“How long was I asleep?” Jungkook slurs. He tries to shimmy out of the covers, but Namjoon tucked him in so tight and he’s got barely any energy.

“About two hours,” Namjoon puts a hand on his forehead. The leader’s hand is cool against his too warm forehead. Jungkook loves it. “You were out cold the whole drive back. I couldn’t wake you if I tried. So I figured your body needed the sleep.” The leader explains as he pulls his hand away. Jungkook misses it already, “Still a bit feverish. I want to give you some medicine, but it might upset your stomach.”

Jungkook pouts at the mention of medicine. He doesn’t like to take it, especially if his stomach is already upset. “No medicine.”

“I know. Not until you eat something first.” Namjoon goes back to the tray, bringing over a bowl of jook. Jungkook eyes it skeptically. “It’s from the convenience store! I swear I didn’t cook it.”

Jungkook can hear the sarcastic humor in Namjoon’s voice, but can’t shake the very real possibility that guilt is eating Namjoon alive. He knows Namjoon’s nursing him out of guilt, and he doesn’t want to be an ungrateful patient. So he accepts the bowl and takes a few spoonfuls. He only manages a quarter of the bowl before his stomach warns him to stop. As soon as he sets the bowl aside, Namjoon puts a small cup of liquid medicine in his hand. “This might help settle your stomach. I found it in your medicine cabinet.” Jungkook doesn’t remember ever buying it.

“It’s not expired, is it? I don’t know how I’ve had it.” Namjoon’s eyes widen and he runs out of the room. He returns seconds later with the blue bottle in hand and nearly out of breath.

“It’s still good. Hasn’t expired yet.” Namjoon replies and Jungkook gulps down the medicine, just wanting to get it over with. The liquid leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and his stomach gurgles in immediate complaint. His face is pinched in dissatisfaction while he rubs a hand over his middle.

Namjoon notices Jungkook’s discomfort. He leaves the room again, much slower this time, and returns with a heating pad. Jungkook wonders how Namjoon knows the layout of his house so well, but he’s not about to question it. Maybe everyone keeps their heating pads under the bathroom sink?

“This might help,” Namjoon’s voice is so soft and gentle as he plugs in the heating pad, making sure it reaches Jungkook’s stomach, with enough give so he can turn on his side. “Your stomach must be hurting. I’m so sorry that you got sick because of me.” Namjoon apologizes again, even though Jungkook has already forgiven him. He was never really mad in the first place. In addition to the heating pad, Namjoon starts to rub his stomach as well. It’s a comfortingly human gentle presence on his skin. He hopes Namjoon won’t stop.

Jungkook asks to watch a movie with Namjoon while he tries to fall asleep. “Iron Man?”

“1, 2 or 3?” Namjoon asks, though he already suspects the answer.

“All of them?” His big doe eyes looking up at the leader. Namjoon’s silent for a remarkably long time before Jungkook pouts and speaks again. “Isn’t it your fault that I’m sick? Remember? The least you could do is watch some movies with me.”

Namjoon huffs, giving the most obvious eye roll, “You’re so lucky you’re cute.” He replies as he snuggles into the bed beside Jungkook. The maknae is already pulling up a streaming app.

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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

#bts #bts sickfic #bts food poisoning #sick!Jungkook #caretaker!Namjoon #bts canonverse #bts emeto #bts fever #tw food poisoning #tw emeto #tw fever #public vomiting #aki sickfic #aki writes #aki requests #happyjkday

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steverodgerslater · 6 months

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Co-worker's wife

So I met my coworker's wife at a Christmas party last year briefly. We all talked and had a few drinks together and that was that. Not gonna lie, she is hot and my type but I didn't think anything of it considering the circumstances. Sometime around February I get an anonymous IG message request from some random account, the message says that it's her and she has this secret anonymous account no one knows about. I'm super suspicious so I don't respond for like a week but the curiosity got the best of me and finally I replied asking her to prove it's her so she sends me a selfie and voice msg. She's pretty straight forward and tells me she wants to get to know me, that I seem like a nice guy and that she knows I'm married but if I'm ok with it so is she. She encouraged me to also get a fake IG account so we can talk safely (which I do). She basically flat out tells me she loves her hubby but isn't satisfied sexually and would be open to having an affair with the right guy, and that she has a thing for married men. Obviously I'm intrigued so I tell her we should grab a drink and talk and see if there's chemistry. We definitely do, and we start talking about our past experiences. She's doesn't seem to have had too mcuh exprience before getting married. Meanwhile my past experiences with married women are basically what she's been fantasizing about. She's intrigued by some of the bold things I've done in my past and wants them to become realities for her.

We finally get a hotel for a night. I told my wife I got stuck working a overnight shift for a guy on vacation and I buy her a fully refundable plane ticket so she can show her hubby she has a flight itinerary. But instead of going to the airport, we meet at a hotel by the airport. Our sexual chemistry was incredible. We fucked 4 times that night before calling her hubby to let him know the flight was cancelled and to pick her back up at the terminal.

Since then, we've been fucking at least once or twice a month, sexting constantly. She's sort of become addicted to "pushing the envelope". She insists on keeping her wedding ring on during sex. She's called her hubby mid fuck just to "feel that rush". We've fucked in her marital bed while her hubby's away. We've fucked in my marital bed (her favorite). I don't feel bad because the amazing sex outweighs the guilt but I am hoping this all slows down as I know the longer we play it out the higher the risk of us getting caught.

More: Hell yeah that's the best sensation. For me personally I like fucking at her place better. Just knowing her hubby slept in that same bed just a few hours ago and will come back and lay down right there a little later right where i fucked his wife...amazing. And she makes such a nice home too, it's almost surreal. Her house is so neat and homely and there's pictures of them all over. Meanwhile we're fucking in her bed like animals and she's begging me to cum inside her and get her pregnant (although that's just fantasy, she's on BC but she loves to role play that scenario lol).

More: She was riding me and paused for a second and grabbed her phone, I was like what are you doing? She just said shhh and put her finger to my lips. Then she dialed him and just kept riding me slowly and asked him if he could pick something up on the way home. She was holding her breath so much she couldn't stop hyperventilating after she hung up with him. Oh she's also into me sucking her ring finger while we fuck...she keeps slipping that particular finger into my mouth lol

More: She did mention that she wanted to meet my wife in some way one day though. Like introduce me as a co-worker or something. She said it would turn her on even more if she and my wife ended up knowing each other and we were fucking behind her back.

#perfection #betrayal #dangerouslyclose #confessions

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mika-mania · 2 years

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My fave Mika lyrics and my thoughts on them

“If half of what you said is true And half of what I didn’t do could be different, would it make it better?” Mika said that this is a quote from a female friend of his and that men don’t think that complicated and that explains a lot actually.

“I tried to live alone, but lonely is so lonely alone.” Ridiculous without context, still ridiculous with context but also heartbreaking.

“I sit and think about the day that you’re gonna die.” What an opener for a song and what a song to write about your grandma.

“I’ll say nothing on your microphone ‘till you swear to take me home.” I couldn’t make sense of this until someone suggested it might be a reference to oral sex and now I can’t unsee it.

“More than just a toy in a patched blue suit Hold me in your arms, I’m just a boy like you. But your Mama thought there was something wrong Didn’t want you sleeping with a boy too long.” It would take some people three more years to understand that Mika is in fact - gay -

“Like stupid Adam and Eve, they found their love in a tree, god didn’t think they deserved it. He taught them hate, taught them pride, gave them a leaf, made them hide Let’s push their stories aside, you know the origin is you” I could just include the whole of Origin of Love here, that song is pure genius.

“I had a dream last night I slept with someone else Does that mean that I cheated on you?” I really don’t think it does but you’re so sweet for thinking that.

“Standing on the field with your pretty pompoms Now you’re working at the movies selling popular corn.” Great wordplay, 10/10

“Emily, are you stuck up, are you gay?” Maybe I’m both, back off!

“Everyone says now or never, I say only if it’s better.” That’s really good advice actually.

“Don’t be offended, this might seem a little wrong: Where have all the gay guys gone?” Don’t apologize for asking the important questions!

“T'as voulu voir la mer, et on a vu la mienne” Amazing wordplay that is not translatable at all.

“Et tous les bourgeois du 16ème Se demandent pourquoi je t'aime Pour n'avoir pas besoin d'un zoom Quand toi et moi on fait boum boum boum” This one translates to “Posh homophobes would understand why two men love each other if they knew how amazing the sex is.”

“Growing up as the son of a preacher in a Catholic school Jumped out of the closet head first no parachute” Witty. Strong imagery. Yes.

“Bake you a cake and I burn it up twice I roll thirteen on a pair of dice” Boy do I know that feeling.

“Lived my life as the good boy I was told I should be Prayed every night to a religion that was chosen for me” The whole NPIH album is just “Catholic Guilt - The Musical”

“We may be tiny to the world but in our hearts We’d be giants with our tiny, tiny love.” So. Freaking. Cute.

“If this isn't what you wanted Then why'd you put a smiley in your message then?” Does Mika call emojis “smileys” because he’s European or because he’s nearly 40? Since he is a native English speaker, my guess is the latter.

#feel free to send me your fave lyrics #mika #mika penniman #lyrics #licm #tbwktm #tool #npih #mnimh

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fuckyeahrevresbo · 9 months

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I'm lonely.

I've been in this city for about 20 months now and... I guess it would be disingenuous to say I haven't made any friends. There's some coworkers (mostly former coworkers now) I get on with, and I've even had them over a couple times to chat and play a video game. But it's very rare, and I'm once again in the position where it's an I always need to be the one setting everything up situation. Not once have they ever suggested hanging out first.

I recognize how you meet new people. Just go to the same place consistently, do the same activity consistently. After a day at work, though, I don't feel much like going anywhere. Don't feel much like spending money at a place consistently (and most places you can go cost money). And I'm still about the only person I know who masks in public regularly, and I don't really like going places if I don't at least know people are vaxxed. Getting more and more difficult to ask about that, especially given the... political climate where I live.

I can still do things online with my friends back home. It's fun, I enjoy it. Have all these board games up here though that don't get played. I had hoped at least since I lived in the same place I'd see my cousins more often. It is more often, I guess, more often than the once or twice a year before, but it's not exactly... common. And it's unfair of me, but now I'm annoyed at one of them. Messaged her and her sister separately about getting together for board games. Got told by her (still haven't heard from her sister) that it's difficult because their schedules don't line up. I said to her they could come over different times, doesn't have to be together. I know her sister usually drives them, but I can drive, as I told her. And now I hear that she's meeting my roommate to do some activities on Saturday while I've got an online game. I don't begrudge them that per se, they're allowed to do stuff without me, but there's something about meeting my roommate in person for stuff and brushing aside my offer. I'm sure it's not like that, but... I'm lonely.

My roommate will occasionally play a board game with me, but in the evenings he's more inclined to watch a movie. I like watching movies on occasion, but...

Brought three board games back from my last trip home. Bought another one a couple weeks back. Feels like I've been overly optimistic. Feel that way every time I open grindr too.

Do I just go back home after this? Been telling people who asked I wasn't sure. There's something nice about being out here. And much as I complain about my current job, I don't want to have to try and find another one. But I'm nearly 20 months in. And I'm fucking lonely.

I need more people who message me first. Who hit me up to chat before I message them. Who ask if I want to hang out before I have to ask them. Mentally, I'm better than I was ten years ago, even five years ago, but there's still a little voice ready to enumerate all my faults and mistakes and to tell me I'm not wanted. If I'm always the one who has to make the plans, to remind people I exist and want to see them...

I take all my breaks at work alone now. The other coworkers I used to go on break with have left. The one that's still here... well, at first I might have said it was because they were on us to follow the break schedule. But she takes all her breaks with her other friend now, despite his break being scheduled later than mine. Even when we were down to just the three of us, she took break with him and asked our supervisor to get someone to cover while they went, whereas before she got annoyed with people taking breaks in a way that didn't provide coverage.

Yeah, I can give people a smile or a laugh or some fries, but do they actually want to hang out with me? Rationally, I know they do, but tonight's a bad night, and I'm lonely.

And how do I tell people that part of me feels unwanted because people don't message first without it sounding like a guilt trip? I've been guilted before, and it feels awful. I don't want people to feel guilty, and I definitely don't want them to feel like they have to reach out to me as an obligation. Just want... I dunno, assurance that I'm not just there, not just a warm body to fill a place.

I'm lonely.

#need to stop #the rambling isn't helping #just feels like a pity party #but I want to put this out somewhere #vent somewhere #and my cousin's brother? the one i thought I would probably see the most of them when I moved up here #given our shared interests in video and board games?#he moved a two hour drive away and despite my best efforts never let me come out to see him #and I've only seen him twice since #once when he came with the rest of his family to visit when my dad was in town #and once when his sisters were over at my place and they invited him over when he was in town #he's never reached out to me himself when he's been in town #nor called or messaged at any point #i know the answer is nothing #people change they get busy life goes on #but it's tempting to ask what i did wrong #or if i'm just wrong myself #*quiet huddled up in a blanket voice* i'm lonely

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laurabeatriizz · 2 years

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Why did we break up ?

Ken Ryuuguji

"Why did we break up?" You overheard your ex-boyfriend's question, sitting right in front of you with a glass of one of your weird alcoholic drinks in your hand.

The breakup took place in the summer, right after Emma announced her feelings to him. You always thought that this was the reason for the breakup to happen in that relationship that used to be pleasant under all your expectations.

Mikey and Takemichi still used to follow you on social media and often message you, checking on you, which used to be you doing.

You learned to live without Draken, eventually. You were still in pain, but even so, you were no longer a teenager who thought love could save everyone. You understood that the cycle would always exist, forever there would be the pain of your heart broken for the first time.

"Because you snored." You laughed trying to lighten the mood there.

You weren't sure how you found yourself sitting next to Draken in his garage office, your car broke down, and you found the nearest garage.

Maybe it was fate's way of bringing the two of you face to face again so you could say everything that hadn't been said before, or maybe it was just the coincidence of a lifetime.

"No." He laughed, shaking his head to the side. "It's been two years, and I still remember you kicking me out of bed."

Blame it on age or maturity, the truth was none of you seventeen-year-olds knew how to love. Draken grew up in a gang and never got the love he deserved, so too young to know how to love.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked shyly sipping those drinks he handed you, he nodded just enough for you to understand. "Emma, did you love her?"

"Yea." He said it without thinking twice, and he saw his gaze drop. "She was my friend and heard me cry like a baby the night we broke up."

He wanted to tell you everything he'd felt since that damn night, but he knew it would make you feel bad. And he couldn't make you suffer anymore.

"Why did we break up, Kenny?" It was his turn to ask in a weak voice.

"Because I wasn't worthy of being loved." He whispered desperately. "You had just received that proposal from your father and I couldn't be in the middle of it, I knew you would choose me. It wasn't fair."

Your mother raised you alone, but that day your father came to you and offered to pay your expenses for the college you always wanted. You hated him, hated that he thought you'd drop everything and follow him.

Your father never loved you, he only cared when he felt the guilt of having a daughter he didn't even know what her face looked like. He just wanted to feel less guilty, using you for this.

"You deserved to get out of here." Draken continued. "You deserved to have the college you always wanted and you deserved to have a father on your side."

"I wanted you by my side." You muttered and weren't sure he could hear.

"If I had stayed by your side you wouldn't have gone to Brazil with your father." He took the doubts about having been able to hear from you.

"I did not go." His face showed all the doubts he had. "I punched him like you taught."

"Where have you been?" He questioned staring you at the floor.

"This way." You moved your fingers. "I found a job and stuck around."

"I never saw you again." He whispered not understanding how that was possible.

You were so close to him for two years and he didn't see his face for two years, how was that possible? Draken's heart pounded as his past mistakes slammed into his face.

"I work with Hina and Yuzuha." You answered. "And now with Emma and Senju."

"You mean the company that invested in the workshop?" His eyebrows rose. "It wasn't Hina who convinced the company to invest in the workshop, was it?"

"I believe you." You shrugged his shoulders.

"Shit." His murmur came out unintentionally. "Sorry."

"Do not apologize." You scolded him.

"Excuses." he repeated. "I still love you."

You closed your eyes feeling his words hit your stomach. Hell, you still loved this idiot who was right in front of you.

"Kenny." You whispered getting up. "I'm very sorry."

Draken took that with a no, closing his eyes and lowering his head so he wouldn't see you leave again.

"Tomorrow we have a date, I'll stop by."

That's what you told him before you left the workshop leaving Draken smiling to himself not knowing how to react.

#tokyo revengers x y/n #draken fluff #draken x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #draken smut #draken x you #tokrev x reader #tokyorev smut #ken ryuuguji #ken ryuuguji x reader

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astrobei · 1 year

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hello oh my god i am not active on byler tumblr as a poster like AT ALL but i just popped in to say i was going through my old unread fics via ao3 mail notifications and i CANNOT believe i just discovered your you belong with me fic today!! as someone who just recently graduated high school i am in absolute tears it was so so sweet and i dedicated like 3 and a half hours of my time to read it twice over because it was just so so fucking perfect!! wills inner dialogue and guilt over liking mike, how will juts blurts the most unintentionally laughable lines (the "you look like shit" scene and go to prom with all the girls who're interested in him while mike internally screams and withers scene JKNBDFJ) was just. so so good. i really liked the unreliable narrator will because. it was so obvious to everyone else but him that mike is Utterly Down Horrendous!! i liked the little things like el subconsciously making things float when she's overthinking and if she keeps her powers after s5 thats something i would be really interested to see in the show!! the icecream scene deserves to win the grammys the oscars the baftas the nobel prize in literature and every thing else i can think of because oh my god!!! these two idiot gay bitches!!1 just kiss already oh my fucking god. mike trying to talk to will when he sees that both of them are matching with green was just so excruciating to read like someone give these two some personal space for real. the la isla bonita dancing was so hilarious i can imagine that happening in the show actually!! will ending with "i think they know exactly where we are and they can wait a few more minutes" WHOOO EVERYONE CHEERED!!!!!

ok this got really long but i jyst think you deserve to know that :) cannot wait to see more from you

HELLO HI HELLO ??? THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE THANK U !! oh prom fic…… my beloved…. it feels like it’s been forever since i wrote it so any time i see someone mention it i’m like !!!!! !!!! !! !!!!!!!! I AM SO SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS ONE it was so so fun to write and i’m so especially glad that the unreliable narrator will stood out to you because while writing it that was one of my favorite parts to play with because yeah! it’s canon! will in the show literally convincing himself that mike and el are in love and doing so well and that they just need a little Push when both of them are fighting for their lives not wanting to be together anymore is just so. SO!!! genuinely i had so so much fun writing this fic, and i remember getting stuck for like two weeks on the ice cream scene and was so frustrated about it so thank u for the vote of confidence there too !! and figuring out all the little details for it was so fun ! like the ties n the dress shopping scene and just . yeah !! everything abt this ask is so sweet HELLO thank u ! so much! for stopping by !! ☹️🫂 hope u have a great day wherever u are 🥳

#prom fic….. <3 #i don’t think about it a lot but maybe i should #it was a rare incidence of me writing non-established byler will pov #which i miss doing it was so fun #but anyway all of this was so so so so sweet thank u :’)#hugging u so tight through the screen anon #/ask

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0nlinejournal · 1 year

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04.19.2023 10:52am

I don't remember the first half of yesterday. I think I laid in bed until 1pm and only got up because Frank messaged me and I decided I was going to go over. Liz, Frank, and I had made plans the night prior to hang out, but they were loose plans and after viewing Liz's location to see that she was home (in the next town over), I figured nothing was going to happen. By nothing I do mean "official" plans, because I still wanted to just pop over to Frank's and chat for a bit. So when he texted me I got up and headed over.

I might've actually gotten up before that? I think I did. The bf and I definitely made fried rice before I left. So, I did get up at some point to stand in the kitchen and then eat some fried rice.

Anyway asked the bf if he wanted to go, he said yes but then no because he really did need to study. After just a couple of games of Overwatch. Ha.

Frank's was nice. Seb was there, too. We all three kind of talked out navigating other people's emotions while trying to do right by them but still trying to do right by yourself. Seb and I are in similar boats where our partners just... react so differently than we would to handling emotions. His gf has a tendency to be reactionary, and also feel like there are underlying messages in what people say or do that are spiteful towards her. So he's been falling into that place where you feel like you have to walk on eggshells a bit so as to not set the other person off, even though he knows (and he's right) that he's not doing anything wrong or anything warranted for passive aggressive guilt tripping. And, ya know, my partner isn't good at regulating negative emotions. And part of me still feels like he intentionally holds on to negative emotions until I'm around so I can see him pout.

Ah, don't need to go into too much of that conversation, because we talked for a couple of hours. Frank contributed as well, but had a different perspective to offer that would make this entry twice as long. And his gf, Liz, rules so whateverrrr!! We get it!! Haha. I love Liz. They obviously have some quirks to work out, but not in the same vein as what we were discussing right then.

Anyway, toward the end of my stay. Seb had already left so it was just Frank and I chatting for a bit longer and he was like, " Oh! By the way were going to [pretty bar] to surprise and celebrate John passing his level 1 sommelier test! I meant to tell you and [my bf] earlier." Oof. I texted da bf, with no response. I left Frank's when there was about 30 minutes before everyone was going to meet up at the bar. Came home to him NAPPING. He needs to be studying! He didn't study later on in the night either even when he said he was going to. I'm a bit upset with him. He's going to be so sad when he fails his exam. Anyway, I told him the info and very much wanted to go.

So he showered and we rushed over. I thought we were decently late, but we were there before everyone other than our friend who had planned the celebration. It was also bingo night! More people trickled in, John was late, but he didn't know it was a whole surprise obviously. We all played bingo, but none of us won anything.

It was a good time.

Back home I started my journey studying Japanese. My bf is taking a class and really wants to learn because he'd like to live there at some point, annnnd I just like learning so I thought I'd learn with him. My sister also just told me that she'll be moving to Japan. She has been studying Japanese on her own for a few years now and she said that she'd like to take it seriously, so she's going to attend a language learning school in Japan. The school sponsors the visa and I guess she has the money to pay for school? So off she goes! She's also been wanting to live in Japan for years now.

I'm going to eat an egg before work. I work today. Until around 8:30pm. I go in at 1pm. Sigh. I do work with Frank today, though. So it'll be fun at least.

11:25am

#april #2023 #journal blog #online journal

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zac--zappy · 3 days

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🆃🅾🅻🅰🆂 × 🅻🅾🅾🅽🅰 ( ♂️ )

A very complex couple indeed, but they have good potential to heal each other's scars... Be the person who will understand the past and fix the present.

🦉 `🐺 ⇢︎ #ˢᵗᵒᵒⁿᵃ ᵒʳ #ˡᵒᵒˡᵃˢ ?

My ideas for this ship, In case of updates, probably with the arrival of the new episodes of the second season, I will make a post to let you know !

I think that their story can only begin after a definitive break between Stolas and Blitzø, so after weeks, if not months in which he is unable to contact him or in which he postpones appointments, Stolas asks Octavia for his son's number, and then getting in touch with him, however rude, organizes him out of pity and hope. Which ends in the worst possible way, in a definitive breakup.

‌Loona is told to accompany the royal outside, which he does, standing by and watching him, sorry, knowing how sincere his love is. It's weird for Loona to feel sorry for someone he can't really call hisself attached to, it annoys him.

‌In the period following this, Stolas tries to understand himself, get back on his feet, but it is a pity that the frequent presence of Loona in his house does not help him to forget Blitzø, on the contrary it catalyzes his negative feelings and reflects them towards the hell hound, who for his part does not want to pay attention to it, understanding the delicate situation, also wanting to help in some way, because by chain reaction, if Stolas doesn't feel well, Octavia can't be that cheerful either.

‌So the young wolf tries in some way to do what he can, make himself useful when present, have a healthy conversation at the table as much as possible and clarify himself with Stolas, which he will try to do after weeks of grim and suffering looks, bitter words and a feeling of constant discomfort.

‌❝ Stolas, I need to talk to you ❞

The owl prince doesn't stop, as he simply passes by, which annoys Loona not a little, so he follows him and calls him, once, twice, nothing.

‌He then reaches out to him and places a paw on his nearest shoulder, but is hit by a thoughtful slap. Whereupon the ars goetia withdraws, displeased.

‌❝ O-oh excuse me Loona ! I didn't want to, I don't know what got me... ❞

‌He places his hand on the soft fur of his muzzle, where scratches are now imprinted, and observing his clumsy reaction, he realizes how terribly Blitzø has affected his son, in terms of trust, patience and the negative things he possesses. He is unable to withstand that contact and after showing him a mournful smile made of bitter sweetness, she disappears into his rooms.

‌From here on, Loona will take an interest in the owl's approval, messaging him without Octavia's knowledge, marveling at himself, feeling a heavy sense of guilt as his attraction to the prince grows.

And on the other hand, Stolas, tries to curb, albeit reluctantly, any sort of nice thought about the young wolf, who against all his expectations seems really interested, caring in his own way.

The thing seems to remain within the boundaries that Stolas has set for himself, until an invitation comes to him like a bolt from the blue, at lunch in any bar on an ordinary street, there is really nothing well studied, only the desire to meet for something more than a chat.

The desire is mutual, Stolas wants to control himself and Loona doesn't seem to show any gesture of affection outside the simple invitation, as if he expects something, but the owl is hurt by now, not inclined to risk his heart a second time, especially with the son of his first love, he would be naïve at this point.

I don't really know what could happen, I think Stolas would ask for explanations and Loona would be very disinclined to give any, so he rests his paw on his hand, looking away embarrassed, while the owl prince marvels and remains speechless, just going on with the meeting, chatting about for which Loona strives to look cultured.

‌At the end of this strange meeting, they leave each other with no little embarrassment, but starting to chat more regularly, Loona uses the excuse of asking for advice on his outfit or Stolas's to send or receive photos, both for the desire to feel him close and for the hormones of young age.

#helluva boss #helluva loona #helluva stolas

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jdgo51 · 4 months

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Forgiveness: Love & Respect Takes Two Good Forgivers

Today's inspiration comes from:

The Love and Respect Devotional

by Dr. Emerson Eggerichs

"Make allowances for each other’s faults and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others."— Colossians 3:13 NLT

"'Ruth Graham, whose marriage to Billy lasted over sixty happy, God-glorifying years, was often heard to say, “A good marriage is made of two good forgivers.” Her comment, while true for every marriage, applies especially to a Love & Respect couple, because forgiveness is the ultimate strategy for halting the Crazy Cycle or, better yet, for preventing it from getting started. A paraphrase of today’s verse says it all:

forgive each other as Christ forgave you. We know we should forgive, but between the knowing and the doing there can be a big gap. And when you are sitting on the unforgiving side of that gap, you can pay a price. Jesus warned His followers of how big that price can be when He taught,

If you refuse to forgive others, your Father will not forgive your sins. — Matthew 6:15 NLT

Was Jesus saying that unforgiveness could cost you your salvation? No, but it can disrupt your fellowship and favor with the Lord. God does not damn us for unforgiveness, but He does enact discipline. Sarah and I learned this early in our marriage, when a typical morning scene would find us in an angry spat, neither one willing to forgive or ask forgiveness. Still smoldering, I would leave for my office at the church to work on my sermon for the coming Sunday. But when I sat down to pray and read the Scriptures, the heavens would not open. God seemed to have something on His mind. I heard no audible voice, but He spoke quite clearly nonetheless: If you do not forgive Sarah and seek her forgiveness, I cannot allow My Spirit to touch your spirit. Things will not be right until you call her and reconcile.

More often than not, I would reach for the phone to make that call and it would ring first. It would be Sarah, wanting to reconcile because she had been getting exactly the same message from the Lord!

Feelings can make or break a habit.

Our spats were usually small stuff — two young married people butting heads over very little. Our conflicts were nothing compared to what some couples go through due to adultery, abuse, or desertion. But whether the matter is major or minor, the path to forgiveness is to realize that the issue that prompts your need to forgive isn’t primarily about your relationship to your spouse; it’s about your relationship to God. Suppose Sarah is 100 percent guilty in wronging me. Her guilt cannot justify my unforgiving heart. I can remain unforgiving of Sarah as long as I wish. While I lick my wounds, I can argue with God and explain my “right” to be unforgiving. But God’s spiritual law stands firm: if I don’t forgive, I remain in a place where God’s forgiveness will not go because sin blocks our fellowship.

INSIGHT: To not forgive is to shoot yourself in the foot and put extra gas in the Crazy Cycle.

Do you remember the scene where Peter comes to Jesus, wanting to know how many times he must forgive? He gives an estimate that he hopes will impress Jesus: seven times. That was twice what the law required, but Jesus simply replies,

Not seven times, but seventy-seven times. — Matthew 18:22 NIV

His hyperbole makes the message clear to every couple — forgive indefinitely.

Granted, right about here you may be asking, okay, Emerson, to be right with God, does forgiving mean just letting the same hurtful, unloving, or disrespectful stuff go by over and over without ever talking about it?

No, not at all, but that’s part II of our study of forgiveness (see chapter 27). For now, focus on the fact that your Love & Respect marriage does take two good forgivers. You make allowance for each other’s faults as you forgive as many times as it takes. And you both forgive for one simple but profound reason: because you know Christ has forgiven you!

PRAYER: Thank God for forgiving you through the sacrifice of His son. Ask Him for the wisdom and courage to forgive each other seventy times or as many times as it takes. (Also consider bringing up people whom you need to forgive at work, at church, or in other situations, because these issues could be affecting how you treat your spouse or children.)

ACTION: Practice “quick forgiveness” this week no matter what the offense. Don’t let “little things” fester. Pick up that phone and make that call."'

Excerpted with permission from The Love and Respect Devotional by Dr. Emerson Eggerichs, copyright Emerson Eggerichs.

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@noire-lover

I psychoanalyzed my crush Walker via a fic

Also I'm a mess by Bebe Rexha is totally a Walker song about me

Martin Walker was a fucking mess.

It was no secret, nothing to hide behind locked doors. That effort was and had been futile from the very start of leaving Dubai behind. Left behind but never forgotten. Never freed from. Not really.

The whole situation then and now, had always been and would always be FUBAR. This, Martin had acknowledged a while ago. But knowing it and internalizing the message were two different things. It was the latter he had difficulty with.

Since his situation was "fucked up beyond all recognition" - why would he ever and even try to improve it? Any attempts to help, improve the state in Dubai had been massive failure - resulting in multiple war crimes and his own PTSD aggravated to the point of him developing hallucinations. So, why he wanted to improve his state of mind, now? Why now, why not when it was happening and he. Could. Just. Stop.

He knew why, because he had been actively stomping his conscience to the ground like he stomped those belonging to 33rd.

He also, in the back of his head, knew why he wanted to, at least appear to have things more in control then he truly did - that damned civilian he had met by the damned statue.

His infatuation would only end in doom. There was nothing constructive or good or noble in it, in his feelings. He didn't want to be drowning any more, so he clung to the first person who hadn't hated him on sight, like she was his life belt, a way out of his own head, his own thoughts, blame, guilt, everything.

And yet, he couldn't fucking stop thinking about her. He hated how accurately he remembered her, just from couple meetings by the angel twice a week. He couldn't tell when it had become "their thing". She'd ask something intruding - most often about his keen "interest" in the statue - and he'd answer, vaguely but with enough detail she might get she was chatting with war criminal who had been deemed too unwell emotionally to receive sentence. What a fucking joke.

He had shot Konrad in the mirror specifically so someone could weight the atrocities he had committed, someone could tell he was guilty and make him have and suffer the consequences. Instead he was whisked off to be mentally tortured in idyllic paradise. Fucking FUBAR.

His little, pathetic, crush - which he utterly despised to have, yet clung to by his whole being - had invaded his hallucinations already. He had to remember to tell his doctor the damn pills weren't worth shit.

She had been so alive, then. Just existing in his kitchen, swaying like she often did when she thought he couldn't see, something she suppressed around him, smiling the same, infuriatingly endearing smile she did when she saw him. Her voice had been exact replica, hoarse yet gentle and always so damn understanding. Walker couldn't fathom why. He had held entire, long conversation with her until it dawned to him she didn't even know where he lived. Daydream mixed with his fucked up mind was one hell of a drug.

Yet, he was utterly obsessed with her. As if his mind couldn't get worse. When he saw her she was all he focused on, his visions taking temporary backseat, but still there, sometimes. Like she was the light in the darkness he was too deep in. His eyes burned everything and every detail to his mind, like he longed to immortalize her, her entire being and mannerism, should she ever decide to walk away and leave her in the mercy of the sand he swore he could still feel all around him.

And if, by some miracle she'd stay, he knew he would use her. Like he used and dragged Lugo and Adams along to wild goose chase across Dubai, that ended dooming them both. He would use her until she was nothing more than a shell of herself, just like Lugo had been, just like Adams became. He was nothing but war criminal, user, hater and he was. No. Hero.

Konrad's - or rather the Konrad he had conjured - words still stung. He was no hero. Never had been, never could be, like he desperately had wanted to the point of denying reality that existed right in front of his eyes.

He wanted to believe he could not use her, hurt her, but his past actions lit a different light and future. His mind had already tricked him into seeing her dragged into the sand like he had seen with Lugo. The red, flaming sky, the sand turning to ash in his mouth, the sand on the ground so red it reminded him of blood, Lugo on that same ground, begging, screaming him for help as disfigured people rose from the sand and dragged him down while Lugo screamed his name.

Part of him hated the comparisons his mind created but he had cared deeply for his squadmates. He got them killed, there was nothing that could stop him from hurting someone else close to him again.

Despite all of this, despite the whole situation, he was still craving for any contact with her. Close to counting hours to meeting her again, then when it happened, wearing the stoic mask he had been known for in military. Liking every time she used his first name, answering any philosophical question she had, slipped some military details she didn't know, just to watch her be intrigued by his words and watch her face lit up with wonder. The times she had touched him were etched into his body, as if the heat from her touch had crawled under his skin and into his very soul, if he still had one. Her eyes falling on him and he felt she was his salvation he had been craving before.

Martin Walker was a mess.

And a mess for Anna's love above all.

#my fics #the entire chorus is simply walker #guns tw

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dirty reflection || th x reader

Summary: fulfilling a long held fantasy with your boyfriend (cockwarming him in front of a mirror)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: this was a piece for @honeymoonlover's birthday that i inserted tom into :)

Masterlist

"Tell me!"

“No!”

“Please!”

“No, I’m too embarrassed!”

You turned away from your boyfriend on the couch with your arms folded across your chest in protest. If there was anyone who could get you to spill something it was Tom, but you were determined not to break.

“Please, baby?” he asked again, and walked around to the other side of the sofa so that you could see his big brown eyes.

You squeezed your own eyes shut, as to not let him guilt trip you and shook your head stubbornly. Tom let out a sigh of frustration and you thought that maybe he had given up until you heard him chuckle above you.

“Fine, then I guess we won’t have sex at all.”

“What?”

You opened your eyes again and stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. He smirked.

“You heard me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

“No,” he insisted, doubling down. “If you won’t tell me what you want, we won’t have sex until you do.”

“You know what I want! You already know how to make me feel good.”

“I thought I did,” he huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

“You do!”

Tom raised his arms above his head, bringing the hem of his t-shirt up to reveal a small strip of his stomach and the elastic of his Calvin Klein’s. You sucked in a breath and pursed your lips, ignoring the sight before you.

“But not this!”

The this he was referring to was just a silly fantasy of yours, one that you had purposely kept secret because you were embarrassed to admit to wanting something so... filthy. You had never planned to fulfill it- you were more than content to simply imagine the scene playing out when Tom wasn’t home, and use your own hands instead of his to take the edge off. But as of 20 minutes ago that wasn’t an option anymore because your boyfriend had come across your messages with your best friend about that very fantasy.

He hadn’t meant to pry. He had just gotten home from shooting and grabbed your Mac off of the coffee table to check Twitter. You weren’t around, but he always used your computer to scroll through social media anyway so he figured he didn’t need to ask. Your last iMessage conversation with Sloane was still up, and he went to minimize the window when he read his name at the top of one of your blue bubbles. He knew he shouldn’t have been reading your private messages, but he couldn’t stop himself.

s: you should just tell him

y/n: idk how to bring it up

s: it’s not that hard

y/n: would it be weird to ask you to tell him for me?

s: bitch yes

s: i don’t want to talk to your bf about your sex life

y/n: tom knows you though! You could just sneak it into conversation casually yk?

s: i’m not telling him you want to be-

That was as far as he got before you walked back into the room and he slammed the laptop shut in panic, looking like you’d just caught him watching porn- which to be fair, you had done before.

Before you could say anything, or even process what had just happened, Tom flipped it around on you.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Your brain still hadn’t processed the situation so you furrowed your brow in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean-”

“Why are you talking to Sloane about our sex life?” he demanded. It finally clicked. “And what about it is so terrible about it that you don’t want to tell me yourself?”

“There’s nothing terrible about it!” you assured him.

“Then what?” His face was starting to turn red like it did whenever he got worked up. “Have you been faking-”

“No!”

You could feel your face starting to heat up as well at the implication.

“We were just talking about a dumb fantasy of mine, that’s all.”

And that’s what led you to where you were now, staring each other down over the edge of the couch, daring the other to be the first to break. The room was still filled with tension, but there had been a shift in context.

Tom's eyes were dark and nearly unreadable in the dim light of your living room.

“You’re really not going to fuck me until I tell you?” you asked. He nodded again in earnest, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “But what do I get out of telling you?”

He gave you a look like it should have been obvious. “We’re going to do it.”

You hesitated. “What if you’re not into it?”

He shrugged and brushed off the possibility. “I’m into whatever you’re into.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I promise,” Tom said and pressed a kiss to your lips as if to seal it. “I’m not going to judge whatever it is you want me to do to you. No matter how gross it is.” You scoffed and swatted at him, but he dodged your hand easily.

“I can’t stand you,” you muttered.

“Oh, is that why you’re always kneeling for me?”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?”

The smirk fell from his face as he hastily cleared his throat and beckoned for you to continue.

“You know that mirror we have in our bedroom?” you asked.

Tom nodded, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth as if he had an idea about where this was going.

“I’ve always wanted to cockwarm you while we sit in front of it.”

Your boyfriend was smiling from ear to ear now. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“I mean, pretty much, yeah.”

“Pretty much?” The next part you mumbled under your breath. “What was that?” Tom asked, leaning over the couch so that he could hear you.

“Yes,” you bit out and clenched your jaw in a pathetic sort of pout.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Okay, get up.”

“What, why?”

“I’ve got some lines to read over. You can keep my cock warm while I do that.”

“Right now?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“It-it is.”

“Then get up.”

You did as you were told and stood up from your spot on the sofa, watching as Tom grabbed the back of one of the kitchen chairs and began dragging it behind him.

“Why-”

“I don’t want to ruin our armchair,” he said as an explanation and jerked his head in the direction of your bedroom, motioning for you to follow him.

The mirror in your bedroom was one of your favorite things in the house. It sat on the floor leaned up against the wall with a large ornate frame encompassing it. It was almost taller than you, and weighed about sixty pounds. Its gold paint was chipping in the corners and it was a bit scuffed up, but it was still the best find you’d ever made at the antique fair and you stood by that. You still remembered carrying it home the day you bought it. Tom had filmed the process instead of helping, watching you struggle with the newspaper-wrapped package through the screen on his phone with a smug grin on his face the entire time.

Tom set the chair on the floor in front of the mirror and began to strip, pulling off his hoodie first before shimmying out of his joggers. You followed in suit by unzipping your skirt and letting it fall to the ground. You stepped out of it and went for your shirt next, yanking it over your head. Your hands went for the clasp of your bra after that before thinking twice.

“Do you want my bra off or-”

He seemed to think about it for a moment before answering. “Leave it on.”

You nodded and dropped your hands back by your side, watching him grab his notebook from the desk and settle on the chair. He was completely naked now, and you were left in just your underwear, a scene you both were intimately familiar with.

He spat into his palm and took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times before you stopped him.

“Let me,” you offered, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

He groaned and handed over his control easily. You grinned to yourself before taking him in your mouth. You knew he’d never pass up an opportunity to have you suck him off.

You worked slowly, taking your time, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard on your tongue. Tom gripped your hair with one hand and clutched his notebook with the other. He fought to keep his eyes open, to keep his head upright. In the mirror he could see the back of your head bobbing up and down on his lap, the expanse of your back, every scar, freckle, and mole he’d seen a thousand times before but now from a different angle.

You hollowed out your cheeks and took him to the back of your throat, trying not to laugh when you heard him curse.

“Stop,” he breathed out, pulling you off of him by your hair. “You’re a menace.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled. “Thank you.”

He glared at you for a moment before flicking his gaze downwards.

“I’d ask if you want me to return the favor, but I don’t think I need to.” He reached out to prove his point and brushed a couple fingers over your panties, ignoring the way you trembled as he did. He held his hand up to you to show you the wetness gathered on his pointer and index before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. “You’re plenty wet already.”

You suppressed a moan and pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.

Tom didn’t have to say anything for you to know what he wanted next. You slipped out of your panties and tossed them to the side. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you straddled him and lined yourself up. You both sighed as you sank down onto his cock. He kissed you deeply, winding a hand through hair and moaning your name. You let your head rest against his shoulder and tried not to rock your hips forward. Your boyfriend was having similar issues, hips stuttering underneath you, head falling back in pleasure.

“T-tommy,” you gasped.

“Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth. You clenched around him involuntarily and whined. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry, can’t help it.”

He took a deep breath and began flipping through the pages of his notebook. You craned your neck to look back at your reflection in the mirror, smiling weakly at the sight. Tom had an arm slung loosely around your waist still. His cheeks were rosy and warm to the touch. Your ass was on full display at this angle, but you didn’t mind. You knew it was your boyfriend’s favorite view anyway, and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you could see why.

The way you were seated on his lap made it look like you could have just been cuddling. The reflection didn’t show Tom's cock buried deep inside your pussy and your breathing had slowed to somewhat of a normal pace.

Tom began to recite his lines to himself and you turned your attention back to him, admiring how he looked while he was concentrating. His eyelashes were so fucking long, it was something you had always been jealous of. The light filtering into the room made them look blond...

You were doing so good. You were relaxing comfortably, lost in your own thoughts, when Tom moved for the first time. He was just scratching his ankle, but the sudden movement made you yelp.

“Don’t do that!” you cried.

“What, this?” he asked and bent down to scratch his ankle again.

“Yes, that,” you growled.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“What about this?”

He leaned back and stretched his arms above his head.

“That’s worse!” you hissed.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.” He just shrugged and tossed his notebook on the bed. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Could use a break,” he replied simply, “and it’s hard to focus with distractions.”

The last part was pointed at you and you narrowed your eyes.

“I have been perfectly still.”

“Yeah, but your... impatience is, well, physical.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re soaking, love.”

You looked down at Tom's lap and suddenly realized what he meant. Your arousal was quite literally dripping onto his thighs and the chair beneath you. That was why he didn’t want to use the armchair. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and buried your head in your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!”

He chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “Don’t be! I know you can’t help it, and it’s honestly really fucking hot.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“No,” he promised and shook his head adamantly. “I like that I have this effect on you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

“I know.”

“So this fantasy of yours,” he said, clearing his throat. “How does it end?"

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“You.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I get to pick how it ends?”

“Mhm. I usually leave it up to the imagination so it’s open-ended.”

“You mean when you masturbate to it you cum before it ends so you lose interest?” Tom clarified.

“Maybe.”

“I know you,” he said cockily.

“And like I said, you know what I like.”

“I like to think I do.”

“So tell me what to do.”

“You just like being bossed around.”

“And what about it?”

“Brat,” he spat.

“Bitch.”

Tom smiled and jerked his hips the slightest bit, making you whimper. “Stand up.”

You tried not to show your disappointment, but did as you were told and stood up, wincing at the empty feeling that followed.

“Just for a minute, baby,” he assured you. “Turn around.”

You turned so that you were facing the mirror and let yourself be pulled back onto your boyfriend’s lap. He slid his cock back inside of you almost immediately and praised you for taking it so well.

“I thought you should see yourself,” he whispered against your shoulder.

You moaned, only able to nod in agreement. You were positioned at a bit of an angle now since you were facing forward, but any discomfort you felt evaporated when Tom kissed the back of your neck. He unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Look at you,” he murmured as he urged you to start riding him, “fucking yourself on my cock like a slut.”

“Fuck, Tom.”

You forced yourself to look at your reflection, straining your neck so that you could see clearly. You made eye contact with yourself only to see a stranger stared back at you. The person in the mirror looked like a fucking pornstar, tits out, legs spread, but also fucked out of their mind.

“Feels so good,” you panted.

“I know, baby, I know.”

Tom brought a hand down to your clit and started to rub in circular motions, a clue that he was getting close. Your legs were shaking at this point and you could feel your own orgasm starting to creep up on you as he slammed into you from behind.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Tom grunted.

You met his eyes in the reflection and gave a weak smile. “I know.”

“Fuck, y/n!” He came suddenly with a moan of your name. You watched in the mirror as his eyes screwed up and his whole body tensed underneath you.

“Can I- can I cum?” you begged, not even sure if you’d be able to hold out if he said no.

A mere nod of his head was all it took for you to tip over the edge. Tom weakly fucked you through it, still riding the end of his own high.

“So good for me,” he managed in broken breaths.

You arched your back against his chest as you came, mumbling profanities the entire time. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch yourself fall apart, but you only caught glimpses.

You collapsed back against Tom as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, gasping for breath like you had just finished running a marathon.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Tom wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head gently. You were both covered in sweat and cum, but neither of you could find the energy to care.

“Of course.”

You let yourself relax against his body for another moment, observing your reflections in the mirror. Your hair was a tangled mess, but so was Tom's. Hickeys were already beginning to bloom on your neck and shoulders, reminders to follow you in the days ahead.

Your eyes wandered up to meet your boyfriend’s, who was already gazing at you tenderly. You shared a brief look and smirked at each other.

“Round two?”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

#dirty reflection #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction

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