😘 to leave hickeys on my muse

" Yeah you're fucking spoiled. You and your mother." Randy was just as spoiled though. Dropping money on everything from a japanese toilet to streaming services. He didnt look at price tags at this point. He lit the end and stuck the joint in his mouth. Getting high was his escape and Randy had always had his vices. "I dont do anything? I work every day! What do you do besides run around town? You know you could come into the business with me. Your little friend Kenny even helps out sometimes for money."

" guess who created us to be that way ? oh , that's right . you did , the very moment you decided it was best for us to move to the goddamn fucking countryside to grow weed , asshole . " stan's replying , shaking his head once more , eyes rolling at the other he called his father - yet , it didn't feel like he was . hell , stan was leveled on his own anger towards his dad to even think of anything to really say at this point . " that's because he's poor . you can't compare me to him without adding in his financial problems . "

"Something like that. Henrietta is gonna try and use his book to put a curse on her mom." Pete said like that was absolutely something normal to do. He headed into Village Inn with Craig, going straight to his booth in the corner. "Is Tweek still spazzing about like everything?" Pete asked once he had a cup of coffee in front of him.

" that sounds . . totally fun , dude . " he's replying , arms crossed against his chest , listening in on the other's words , humming to himself , wondering what to say . yet , following beside the goth , craig sits in the booth across from pete , relaxed in his posture . " y'know he still is , never has a chance to fucking relax . as much as i love him , man . he just - keeps going , sometimes i can barely keep up . " he chuckles , shoulders shrugging for a moment , eyes on pete .

jack groans. there he goes again with the pet names. jeremiah was being the biggest tease tonight and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take it before he decided to cross a line. maybe he should stay in and let the other go. "it's no excuse. it's the truth." his lips jut into a pout. "maybe i want to see you beg. get on your knees for me, yeah?" teases with a devilish grin. only he could bring out this side of jack so easily. "where are we supposed to be going, anyway? house party, bar...?" // @ourblued

noting the groan , jeremiah smirks to himself , knowing exactly what he's doing to the other & he's doing it well , in fact . teasing the other , calling him the most perfect names that make his heart swell -- he's listening , fingers padding along the other's skin , down to his jawline . " is it ? " he's asking , another tease -- eyes practically glued onto the other , not letting go . " oh , sweetheart , good luck seeing that because you're not getting it , " he muses , close to the other's ear , near whispering in , glancing at his grin , eyes rolling , liking how he could get this much of a rise out of the other . " house party . & don't worry , there's plenty of bedrooms for us to sneak away & make out in . "

thomas feels the need to brace himself , slowly taking in a deep breath , awkwardly looking down at his feet . "no , no . . i know that it's not a bad thing ." his eyebrows shoot up as he hears what they admit , lips parted in the slightest as he's quiet . knows he should probably quickly think of what to say . "you miss . . . me ? i ― i've never really expected you to say that ." all of a sudden , emotions he didn't know existed are starting to bubble to the surface , top row of teeth lightly sinking into his bottom lips . "how long have you felt like this ?"

demetria glances at him , chewing down on their lower lip , eyes studying him , automatically . as if they were still together , as if things never changed -- but they did , & demetria needs to realize that it has . " sometimes , it's nice to think about it , i don't know . " demetria muses , fiddling with their fingers before they're sighing , thinking that their words are truly pathetic , like they are . " maybe i do , is that the worse thing possible ? " they're asking , hoping for the honest answer from thomas , soon swallowing the dry lump in their throat , silently pleading for something . " a while , i guess . "

it's hardly a rare reaction:  the signs all there,  a lifetime of spotting them,  of knowing what they mean.  the glaze that come to people's eyes  -  the slight distance in their gazes and tones as they try to fill the too long silence that comes with trying to translate her.  maeve was far beyond smart.   it wasn't bragging,  or ego,  it was a simple fact of her existence.  when it came to science or books...   it wasn't hard to sound like a walking phd.  yet little smile was apologetic,  shy  &&   warm at the same time,  a lack of any of the grandeur most of her male colleagues seemed to see themselves as rightfully suited for.   ❝ it's okay.   most of what I say is nonsense to everyone but me. ❞   brunette softly jokes instead.  ❝ it's my way of saying the book repairs mimicked the original composition really well.  it's hard to do for older books, a lot of the original chemicals and materials can't be found anymore for something this old. ❞

he's trying his best , truly . although , with the occasional drifting off here & there , he's hoping that she isn't too offended by the way he's coming off . nonetheless , he's listening , with his eyes glanced somewhere else , humming to himself , putting into the consideration of what he's really thinking about -- dinner , his next work meeting , all of that . is that so bad ? plus , alexander's just one person , he can't fixate on something for too long . " it's not nonsense , if you're into it , y'know . " he tells her , more approachable . nice one , alexander . you got this , time for the in . try to be a better listener , for one . try to put yourself out there . " well , for once , i agree with you . most people don't take in the thought of the material & the words put into it . "