You ever accidentally fall in love with your oc so hard you start selfshipping with them? Yeah no me neither. Hahahaha. Couldn't be me
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You ever accidentally fall in love with your oc so hard you start selfshipping with them? Yeah no me neither. Hahahaha. Couldn't be me
When they're young Noel brushes Liam's teeth at their mother's behest (as Liam was before in the habit of spending ten seconds and saying "Done!" which is a problem because obviously, they do not have much to spare for dental bills). Noel has Liam sit in his lap, hand on the side of his head, Liam's mouth wide (say-ahhh!). Noel is focused & staring at all his pearly little teeth and his pink tongue covered in a translucent layer of toothpaste mixed with spit. A few drips come over his bottom lip & down onto his chin; he groans a complaint and Noel wipes it off with his thumb.
"Almost done, Liam," he mumbles. Liam just watches him contently. He hates doing it by himself because it's so boring, but he'll never complain about a chance to be held by Noel, to be the complete center of his attention. Noel's had enough problems with his own teeth that it's a duty he doesn't take lightly. What could be a cursory two-minute ordeal lasts more like ten to fifteen, quiet and intimate. He brushes over Liam's tongue lightly and Liam's eyelids flutter closed. It's only in places like these that he is so patient. It's a place no one outside of them will ever be invited.
Noel directs Liam to spit, rinse his mouth, and spit again, as always. Next is flossing for him. The first time he did it was terrifically awkward, his short fingers sliding around Liam's inner cheeks and trying to line up the slippery floss with the divides of his molars one-by-one. But even this they've both grown to enjoy.
Liam inhales hard when Noel's fingers bring the string down to dig into a tender area of his gums, but he's well trained and doesn't bite. This routine has kept up long enough now that no blood comes from between the teeth.
"Doing so good, kid," Noel says absently. Liam sighs happily, half asleep, warm, and comfortable. He'd say I love you to that if he could.
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itd be really funny if i introjected my wip killjoy oc. and if that introject were me
saw the new frankenstein movie. what the fuck
DINNER TABLE OF MY DREAMS, published in hot pot magazine
[id: black text on a white background. text transcript:
DINNER TABLE OF MY DREAMS
sturdy & wooden & staggering
under the weight of our love, chipped /
at the edges from chairs crowded
around the oak surface. promise /
there’s a point to it all, drink
some wine and calm down first. /
candlelit & enveloped in orange
open windows carrying laughter /
to the streets. i loved you first.
steaming plates & scattered crumbs /
& portrait of lipstick stained smiles
atop rosy lips. pass the bread, please. /
have some more ravioli. surround
yourself with what you deserve. /
moonlight shining through curtains
springsteen crooning softly through /
speakers. survival isn’t simple. /
this is.
/ end id.]
accidentally got too high and teleported
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