#anyway. a wild sincerity appears.
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also i just. love and am so fucking grateful for the parts of the internet that haven't been killed. like. being able to google for free a book on comparative correlatives that definitively addresses my question, and note that it cites among other things 'jespersen 1933' and google that, and identify it as otto jespersen's 'essentials of english grammar' which, yes, is available on libgen, because people kept reissuing it for long enough that it made it to the era of digitization... just like. really, really beautiful honestly. like. i don't know. here i am at the end of this long chain. looking at something alfred the great wrote well over a thousand years ago (itself a translation of something gregory the great had written hundreds of years earlier) and using it to answer my questions abt the origins of a present-day english grammatical construction. which i can do bc multiple links in the chain are available to me for free online, and the text of them searchable. like. i know things have gotten SO stifled and SO monetized but. i don't know. this much still exists and is ours, a free marvel and wonder. i could weep!
#like. i don't know. the world's on fire and still people are deeply human in good ways too.#a pile of good things and a pile of bad things#just. coexisting#like we ARE chilling and killing this treasurehouse of information and connection we compiled#but also—we DID compile it#similarly—academia deeply flawed!#the text i'm referencing is extant because a monarch (problematic system) was determined to promulgate christianity (problematic system)#but even as i take real issue with the violent impositions there—still the chain has beauty. these things coexist.#for how much longer—who knows. but here tonight they still do and my heart is full with it#anyway. a wild sincerity appears.
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the setback ─ rafe cameron; part three
summary: it's been two years since your departure from the outer banks and rafe cameron has seemingly convinced himself that he can go on with his life as if you never happened, except now more than ever his addiction is at an all time high. whether he was snorting lines of cocaine at wild parties or drowning himself in alcohol to numb the pain, rafe couldn't escape the memories of you. despite his efforts to bury his feelings, your absence lingered like a shadow, haunting him at every turn. meanwhile, you've been navigating life outside the outer banks, trying to carve out a new path for yourself. but no matter how far you've traveled, the memories of rafe cameron still linger in your heart, leaving you with a sense of unfinished business. as you find yourself facing new challenges and opportunities, you can't help but wonder if fate will eventually bring you back to the place where it all began.
warnings: just angst
author's note: so sorry for the short hiatus for this chapter, i've legit been decaying for days with strep throat and all i've been able to do is sleep. anyways, now that i'm back here is a new chapter! enjoy! or maybe scream idk
The evening breeze carried the scent of saltwater as Rafe led you onto the deserted golf course, the fading light of the setting sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. You couldn't help but smile as you walked hand in hand with him, the anticipation of what he had planned filling you with excitement.
As you rounded a bend in the path, you gasped in surprise at the sight before you. Spread out on a patch of soft grass was a blanket adorned with flickering candles and an array of delicious treats. Rafe had truly outdone himself, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of gratitude for the effort he had put into planning this romantic evening.
"Rafe, this is incredible," you exclaimed, turning to him with a wide smile.
He grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I wanted tonight to be special," he said softly, squeezing your hand affectionately.
Together, you settled onto the blanket, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore providing a soothing backdrop to your conversation. As the stars began to appear in the night sky, you found yourself lost in the magic of the moment, grateful for the chance to share this intimate experience with Rafe.
As you shared stories and laughter, the bond between you grew stronger with each passing moment. And as the night wore on, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within you, a belief that perhaps this was just the beginning of something beautiful between you and Rafe.
Rafe carefully unpacked the tote of food and drinks he had brought, revealing an assortment of delectable treats. From artisan cheeses to freshly baked bread, everything looked absolutely mouthwatering. But it was the sight of the sangria he had prepared that made your eyes light up with delight.
With a charming grin, Rafe poured out glasses of the ruby-red concoction, the sweet aroma of fruit and wine filling the air. He handed you a glass, his gaze lingering on your face as he waited for your reaction. And when he saw the sheer joy in your eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him.
"Sangria?" he asked with a playful wink, knowing full well that it was your favorite.
You nodded eagerly, taking a sip of the refreshing drink and savoring the burst of flavors on your tongue. It was absolutely delicious, and you couldn't help but marvel at Rafe's thoughtfulness in preparing something so perfect for the occasion.
"This is amazing," you exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across your face.
He grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Anything for you," he replied, his voice soft and sincere. And as you clinked your glasses together in a silent toast, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was the start of something truly special between you and Rafe.
As you sat on your knees in your light pink sundress, the soft fabric billowing around you in the gentle ocean breeze, Rafe couldn't help but admire the sight before him. The setting sun cast a warm glow over the landscape, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, and you seemed to glow with an ethereal beauty that took his breath away.
Your tanned skin glistened in the golden light, and the strands of your hair danced around your face as if they were trying to mimic the waves crashing against the shore. There was something utterly captivating about the way you looked in that moment, something so pure and serene that it left Rafe completely spellbound.
He watched you in silence, his heart swelling with affection as he took in every detail of your appearance. From the way the sunlight illuminated your features to the way your eyes sparkled with joy, you were nothing short of mesmerizing.
As you turned to look at him with a smile, Rafe felt a surge of warmth spread through him. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the company of the person he cared for most in the world, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the simple moments like this, when everything seemed to fall into place and the world felt like a perfect, harmonious place to be.
As Rafe's gaze lingered on you, basking in the beauty of the moment, he felt an overwhelming surge of emotion welling up inside him. Unable to contain his feelings any longer, he blurted out the words that had been weighing on his heart for so long.
"I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity and conviction.
You turned to look at him, your eyes widening in surprise at his unexpected confession. A soft giggle escaped your lips as you shook your head, a playful smile dancing on your lips.
"Come on, Rafe," you teased gently, a hint of disbelief in your voice. "You're just saying that because of the wine and the romantic setting."
But Rafe shook his head, his expression serious as he reached out to take your hand in his. "No, I mean it," he insisted, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with you. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you, Y/N."
As you searched his eyes for any hint of doubt or hesitation, all you found was unwavering sincerity and a depth of emotion that mirrored your own. And in that moment, you knew without a doubt that his words were true.
With a soft smile, you reached out to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against his stubbled jawline. "I love you too, Rafe," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the crashing waves. "More than anything in this world."
And as you leaned in to press a gentle kiss against his lips, you knew that this moment, this feeling of pure, unadulterated love, was something you would cherish forever.
As Rafe stood on the familiar golf course, memories of that magical evening with you flooded his mind. The scent of freshly cut grass and the sound of the ocean in the distance brought back vivid images of the picnic you two shared under the starlit sky.
But now, the atmosphere was different. Instead of a romantic rendezvous, Rafe found himself surrounded by his friends, engaged in a casual game of golf. Topper, Kelce, and a few others were there, their laughter and banter filling the air as they took turns teeing off.
Despite the lively atmosphere, Rafe couldn't shake the sense of longing that gnawed at his heart. He missed you more than he cared to admit, and being in this familiar setting only served as a painful reminder of the love he had lost.
As he lined up his shot, Rafe couldn't help but steal a glance at the spot where you two had shared that intimate moment. The memories were still fresh in his mind, each detail etched into his memory like a scene from a movie.
But as much as he longed to go back to that night, to relive the magic of being with you, he knew that it was nothing more than a distant memory now. And as he swung his club and watched the ball soar through the air, he tried to push aside the ache in his heart and focus on the game at hand.
As Topper and Kelce bantered with their friends, their playful banter managed to snap Rafe out of his trance. He forced a smile and joined in the conversation, trying to push aside the melancholy that weighed heavily on his heart.
"Come on, Rafe, you're up next!" Topper called out, nudging Rafe with his elbow as he handed him a golf club.
Rafe nodded, taking the club and stepping up to the tee. He focused on the task at hand, trying to block out the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. With a deep breath, he swung the club, sending the ball flying down the fairway.
His friends cheered and clapped him on the back, their enthusiasm infectious as they moved on to the next hole. And as Rafe fell into step with them, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the sadness that lingered within him.
As they made their way through the golf course, Topper couldn't resist teasing Rafe about his apparent hangover from the party the night before.
"Hey, Rafe, feeling a little rough today?" Topper quipped, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
Rafe chuckled weakly, rubbing his temples in an attempt to alleviate the pounding headache. "You have no idea, man. That party got out of hand."
Topper raised an eyebrow, shooting Rafe a knowing look. "Oh, I heard. Especially about that girl you were flirting with. Sofia might not be too happy about that."
Rafe's expression faltered, a pang of guilt washing over him at the mention of Sofia. Despite his attempts to brush it off, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.
Rafe rolled his eyes and let out a dry chuckle, a hint of irritation still evident in his tone. "Yeah, sure," he said dismissively, as if brushing off the topic. "No one's gonna tell her anyway."
Topper laughed, slapping Rafe on the back playfully. "Ah, living dangerously, I see. Just be careful, man. You know how Sofia can be."
Rafe nodded, his expression serious for a moment before he forced a smile. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, Top."
As they continued their game, Rafe couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of his mind. Thoughts of Sofia and the potential consequences of his actions weighed heavily on him, clouding his enjoyment of the day. While he contemplated the potential fallout if Sofia were to discover his indiscretions, his thoughts inevitably turned to you. You had always been a steady presence in his life, someone he could rely on and confide in without fear of judgment. The mere idea of betraying your trust filled him with a sense of dread and remorse that he couldn't shake.
Despite the challenges they were facing in their relationship, Rafe knew deep down that he would never have acted in such a reckless manner if it were you in Sofia's place. Your unwavering support and understanding had always been a source of strength for him, grounding him in moments of uncertainty.
As Rafe delved deeper into his thoughts about you, he couldn't shake the bitter taste of betrayal that lingered in the recesses of his mind. The memory of your departure weighed heavily on his heart, stirring up feelings of resentment and anger that he had buried deep within himself.
Despite the love and affection he had once felt for you, Rafe couldn't help but question the very notion of love itself. If someone as important to him as you could leave without a second thought, what did that say about the validity of love? Was it merely an illusion, a temporary mirage that disappeared when faced with the harsh realities of life?
The more he dwelled on these questions, the more Rafe felt himself retreating into a shell of cynicism and doubt. He had believed in the power of love, in the idea that it could conquer all obstacles and withstand the test of time. But now, faced with the painful reality of your absence, he couldn't help but wonder if he had been fooling himself all along.
In that moment of introspection, Rafe felt a profound sense of loneliness wash over him, a feeling of emptiness that threatened to consume him whole. If love was nothing more than a fleeting illusion, then what hope did he have of ever finding happiness again?
But even amidst the darkness of his doubts, a small glimmer of hope flickered within Rafe's heart. Despite the pain of your departure and the uncertainty surrounding the nature of love, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was still beauty to be found in the world. Perhaps love wasn't as simple or straightforward as he had once believed, but that didn't mean it was any less real.
Rafe's friend threw his arm around Rafe's shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he teased, "Rafe, my man! You were on fire at that party last night! Sofia's a lucky girl to have someone like you."
Rafe managed a weak smile, but his friend's words only added to the weight of guilt that was already burdening him. He took another gulp of his beer, trying to push aside his inner turmoil.
"Yeah, well, you know how it goes," Rafe replied with a forced chuckle. "Just trying to have a good time."
His friend laughed, nudging him playfully. "Exactly! And hey, what Sofia doesn't know won't hurt her, right? Live a little, man!"
Rafe's smile wavered, a pang of guilt stabbing at his conscience. "Yeah, maybe," he muttered, the words tasting bitter on his tongue.
Topper, overhearing the conversation, interjected with his usual boisterous tone, "Ah, come on, guys! You know Rafe's just a free spirit. Sofia's gotta learn to loosen up a bit, right, Rafe?"
Rafe shifted uncomfortably under Topper's gaze, feeling the weight of his friend's words bearing down on him. He forced a smile, though it felt strained.
"Sure, Top," Rafe replied, his voice lacking its usual confidence.
Rafe's other friend, catching wind of the conversation, chimed in with a smirk, "Yeah, Rafe, maybe these girls don't deserve to be treated so well after what you've been through. They should count themselves lucky!"
Rafe furrowed his brows, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.
His friend shrugged casually. "Oh, come on, Rafe. You know what I mean," he replied, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "After what Y/N did to you, maybe it's time you stopped worrying so much about making things right."
Rafe's body tensed at the mention of you, his mind flooded with memories and emotions he had been trying so hard to suppress. He felt as if a weight had been placed upon his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"Let's not go there," Rafe said tersely, his tone leaving no room for further discussion.
Another friend, trying to diffuse the tension with a teasing tone, chimed in, "Hey, ease up, guys! Who knows, Y/N's probably Maybank's bitch now!"
Rafe's jaw clenched at the mention of JJ's name, a surge of frustration coursing through him. He fought to keep his emotions in check, but the mention of you with someone else stung more than he cared to admit.
Rafe's jaw clenched tighter, his knuckles turning white as anger surged through him like a raging storm. His friend's disrespectful comment about you cut through him like a knife, igniting a firestorm of fury within him. The air around him seemed to crackle with tension as he struggled to contain his rising rage.
"Hey, watch your mouth," Rafe growled, his voice low and dangerous, his eyes flashing with intensity.
His friends exchanged uneasy glances, taken aback by the sudden shift in Rafe's demeanor. They had expected him to brush off the comment like he usually did, not realizing the depth of his feelings for you and the protective instinct that now surged within him.
"Come on, Rafe, we were just joking," one of them said nervously, attempting to defuse the situation.
But Rafe wasn't having it. The insult hurled at you had crossed a line, and he refused to let it slide. With a steely glare, he turned to his friend, his voice icy with contempt.
"That's not funny," he said, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "You don't talk about her like that."
Topper's smirk widened, and he tilted his head, his tone mocking. "Come on, Rafe, let's be real here," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. "We all know you're still head over heels for Y/N. Sofia's just your backup plan, right?"
Rafe's fists clenched at his sides, his breath coming in short, controlled bursts as Topper's words hit him like a sucker punch. His friend's casual dismissal of Sofia and insinuation about his feelings for you sent a surge of frustration coursing through him.
"That's enough, Topper," Rafe snapped, his voice tinged with barely contained fury. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Topper's smirk only widened, clearly enjoying getting under Rafe's skin. "Come on, Rafe, we're just messing around," he said, his tone taunting. "But we all know the truth, don't we?"
Rafe's temper flared, his patience wearing thin. He took a step forward, his gaze locked with Topper's, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he repeated, his words dripping with disdain.
His friends exchanged uneasy glances, realizing they had pushed Rafe too far. The air crackled with tension as Rafe stood his ground, his resolve unyielding. He refused to let anyone belittle his feelings or disrespect you in such a callous manner.
Topper's scoff echoed through the tense atmosphere, his amused smirk never faltering as he stared back at Rafe defiantly. "Oh, please," he retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "We all know you wouldn't have pulled that shit with Sofia if it was Y/N. That says enough, doesn't it?"
Rafe's jaw clenched tighter, his frustration boiling beneath the surface. He felt as if Topper's words were a direct attack on his character, a challenge to his integrity and the values he held dear. The weight of his friend's accusation hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of the mistakes he had made and the consequences he now faced.
For a moment, Rafe was at a loss for words, his mind racing as he struggled to process Topper's harsh judgment. But then, a steely resolve washed over him, fueling his determination to prove his friend wrong.
With a deep breath, Rafe squared his shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he met Topper's challenging stare. "You don't know anything," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "And if you can't see that, then maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do."
Turning on his heel, Rafe walked away, leaving Topper's words hanging in the air like a bitter aftertaste. He knew he had to confront his mistakes and make things right with Sofia, but he refused to let anyone question his character or the depth of his feelings for you. As he disappeared into the distance, Rafe vowed to prove them all wrong, to show them that he was capable of redemption and deserving of a second chance.
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The mid-day sun beat down relentlessly as you and JJ geared up for your motorcycle ride through the vibrant streets of Barbados. Despite the scorching heat, the promise of adventure and the thrill of the open road filled you with excitement.
As you straddled the back of JJ's motorcycle, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. The rumble of the engine beneath you and the promise of freedom in the wind filled you with a sense of exhilaration that was hard to ignore.
But much to your dismay, JJ insisted that you wear a helmet before setting off, citing safety concerns. You protested, arguing that it ruined the aesthetic of the ride and that you would be fine without it, but JJ remained adamant.
"Sorry, babe, but safety first," JJ said with a lopsided grin as he handed you the helmet. "I can't have anything happening to you on my watch."
Reluctantly, you accepted the helmet, securing it in place with a sigh. As much as you hated to admit it, JJ had a point, and you knew it was better to be safe than sorry.
With one last glance at each other, JJ revved the engine, and you set off into the bustling streets of Barbados, the wind whipping through your hair and the sun kissing your skin as you embarked on your adventure together. Despite the annoyance of the helmet, you couldn't help but feel grateful to be by JJ's side, sharing in this exhilarating experience with the person you cared for most in the world.
As JJ expertly maneuvered the motorcycle around the curves of the road, you couldn't help but grip onto his shirt tightly, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The wind whipped past you, tugging at your clothes and tousling your hair as you held onto him as if holding on for dear life.
JJ chuckled at your tight grip, his laughter mingling with the roar of the engine as he leaned into the next turn. "Easy there, Y/N," he called out over the noise, a playful grin on his face. "I promise I'm not gonna throw you off!"
Despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but laugh along with him, the thrill of the ride infectious. With each twist and turn of the road, you felt a sense of exhilaration wash over you, grateful for the chance to experience this moment of freedom and adventure with JJ by your side. As you leaned into the curves together, the world around you blurred into a whirlwind of color and motion, the worries and cares of everyday life fading into the background.
As JJ unexpectedly popped a wheelie, you couldn't help but let out a squeal of surprise, your heart leaping into your throat as you braced yourself behind his back. "JJ!" you screamed, a mix of exhilaration and fear coursing through you.
But JJ only chuckled in response to your reaction, the sound mixing with the roar of the engine as he effortlessly balanced the motorcycle on one wheel. "Relax, Y/N!" he called out over the noise, his voice filled with amusement. "I've got this!"
Despite your initial panic, you couldn't help but laugh along with him, the rush of adrenaline leaving you feeling alive and exhilarated. With each passing moment, you felt a sense of trust and camaraderie growing between you, strengthened by the shared experience of this wild ride.
As JJ smoothly brought the motorcycle back down to the ground, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, your heart still racing with the thrill of the moment. Gripping onto him tightly, you leaned in close, a wide grin spreading across your face.
"You're insane, JJ," you said with a mixture of awe and affection, your voice barely audible over the rumble of the engine.
But JJ only flashed you a mischievous grin in response, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just keeping things interesting," he replied with a wink, before revving the engine and speeding off down the road, leaving behind nothing but the echo of laughter.
As JJ parked the motorcycle at the entrance of the secluded pier, he turned off the engine and carefully helped you hop off the bike. With a gentle touch, he removed the helmet from your head and placed it onto the back of his bike, ensuring it was secure before turning his attention back to you.
You stood beside him, taking in the breathtaking scenery around you with awe. The pier stretched out into the crystal-clear waters of the ocean, the gentle waves lapping against the wooden planks below. The air was filled with the salty tang of the sea and the soft rustle of palm trees swaying in the breeze.
"This place is incredible," you murmured, your voice filled with wonder as you gazed out at the tranquil expanse of water before you.
JJ nodded in agreement, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched you take in the beauty of your surroundings. "Yeah, it's one of my favorite spots on the island," he said, his tone tinged with fondness.
As you and JJ walked together towards the edge of the pier, the sounds of waves crashing against the shore and seagulls chirping in the distance filled the air with a symphony of nature's melodies. The salty breeze ruffled your hair and carried with it the scent of the ocean, enveloping you in a sense of tranquility.
But while the beauty of the surroundings captivated your senses, JJ's gaze remained fixed on you. As you glanced over at him, you couldn't help but notice the intensity in his eyes, the way they seemed to drink in every detail of your face as if committing it to memory.
"Something on your mind?" you asked softly, breaking the comfortable silence between you.
JJ's lips curved into a tender smile, his expression filled with a mixture of affection and admiration. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you," he replied, his voice warm with sincerity.
Your heart fluttered at his words, a rush of warmth spreading through you at the depth of emotion in his gaze. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the serenity of the ocean, you felt a deep connection with JJ that transcended words.
You found a secluded spot to sit at the end of the pier, the wooden planks creaking softly beneath you as you settled down, giving you a full view of the vast expanse of the ocean before you. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, creating a soothing backdrop to your conversation.
Turning to JJ with a smile on your face, happiness radiating from your expression, you couldn't help but express your love for this place. "JJ, I love it here," you said, your voice filled with genuine affection. "It's so peaceful, so serene. I could spend hours just sitting here, taking it all in."
JJ's gaze softened as he looked at you, a warm smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad you like it," he replied, his voice soft and sincere. "It's always been a special place for me, and sharing it with you makes it even more meaningful."
As the comfortable silence stretched between you and JJ, broken only by the soothing sounds of the ocean, JJ cleared his throat, a subtle gesture to break the quiet. You turned to look at him, noticing the slight furrow of your brows as you met his gaze.
"Can I ask you something?" With a softness in his eyes, JJ leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering as he asked if he could pose a question. Your curiosity piqued, you nodded gently, a sense of anticipation building within you as you waited for him to speak.
"Of course, JJ," you replied, your voice gentle yet encouraging.
Taking a deep breath, JJ's expression softened even further, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. "Y/N," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I've been meaning to ask you… How do you feel about us? About where we stand?"
His question hung in the air between you, the weight of it palpable as you processed his words. Your heart skipped a beat at the raw honesty in his question, and you found yourself gazing into his eyes, searching for the truth in his gaze.
As JJ's question hung in the air, your mind drifted back to that fateful night when you and JJ had hooked up after your fallout with Rafe. The memory used to make you wince with guilt, knowing the pain it had caused Rafe. But now, free from the burden of that guilt, you found yourself reflecting on the moment with a newfound clarity.
There had been something undeniably comforting about being with JJ that night, a sense of safety and ease that had washed over you in his presence. Despite the chaos and turmoil surrounding your emotions at the time, revealing that vulnerable side to him had felt surprisingly effortless.
In that moment of reflection, you realized that your feelings for JJ ran deeper than you had initially acknowledged. There was a connection between you that went beyond mere attraction, a bond forged in shared experiences and mutual understanding.
Turning to JJ, you met his gaze with unwavering honesty, your heart beating steadily in your chest as you prepared to lay bare your true feelings.
"JJ," you began, your voice soft but resolute, "of course there's always been something there between us."
You watched as understanding dawned in JJ's eyes, a flicker of emotion crossing his features as he listened intently to your words.
"But," you continued, a note of vulnerability creeping into your tone, "I think I was scared to embrace it before. Scared of what it might mean for our friendship, for everything we've built together."
As you spoke, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders, the words tumbling forth with a sense of liberation. It was as if by acknowledging the truth of your feelings, you were finally setting yourself free from the constraints of doubt and uncertainty.
"But now," you added, your voice growing stronger with each word, "I realize that hiding from those feelings won't change them. And if there's a chance for us to explore what's between us, to see where it leads, I want to take it."
With your confession laid bare, you held your breath, waiting for JJ's response, hoping against hope that he felt the same way.
As JJ listened to your heartfelt confession, a wave of relief washed over him, lifting the weight of uncertainty from his shoulders. With a soft smile, he reached out, placing his hand gently on your thigh and rubbing it in a comforting gesture.
"Y/N," he said, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity, "I've always loved you."
As JJ's words hung in the air, your breath hitched in your throat, a sudden surge of emotion welling up within you. Sure, you and JJ had always exchanged "I love yous" in the past, but the depth of sincerity in his confession caught you off guard.
Your eyes flickered back and forth between his, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but all you found was unwavering sincerity and affection. In that moment, you felt a profound sense of gratitude for the love that you shared, a love that had been there all along, waiting to be acknowledged and embraced.
But as you processed JJ's confession, you were suddenly brought back to a different moment in time, a memory that now felt like a distant echo of the present. It was the morning at Rafe's house in his kitchen, the sun filtering through the curtains as you stood together, sharing a quiet moment amidst the chaos of the world around you. In that moment, Rafe had looked at you with the same sincerity and love that JJ now displayed, his words a declaration of the depth of his feelings for you.
As JJ's hand rested gently on your thigh, a furrow creased your brow as you gazed at his touch, your mind swirling with a myriad of emotions. The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air, leaving you grappling with the implications of his words.
"JJ," you began, your voice soft but tinged with uncertainty, "what does this mean for us?"
Your heart raced as you awaited his response, hoping for clarity amidst the whirlwind of emotions that swept through you. With every beat, you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down upon you, a sense of urgency propelling you forward as you sought to understand the path that lay ahead for the two of you.
As you looked into JJ's eyes, searching for the answers you so desperately sought, you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for him to speak, to offer reassurance and guidance in the midst of the uncertainty that surrounded you.
As JJ took in a deep breath and laughed nervously, you sensed the tension in the air. Your heart fluttered with anticipation as you waited for his next words. His laughter broke the tension slightly, but the nervous energy still crackled between you.
Finally, he looked at you with a sheepish smile, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Y/N," he began, his voice soft and hesitant, "I… I was wondering if… well, if you'd want to be my girlfriend?"
His question hung in the air, heavy with the promise of possibility. You felt your heart swell with emotion, a rush of warmth flooding through you at the realization of what he was asking. Despite the nerves and uncertainty, there was an undeniable sense of rightness in his words, a feeling that this was exactly where you were meant to be.
A smile spread across your face as you reached out to take his hand in yours, your fingers intertwining with his as you gazed into his eyes with unwavering affection. "Yes, JJ," you replied, your voice filled with certainty and love, "I'd love to be your girlfriend."
JJ breathed out a sigh of relief, his smile widening as he heard your response. "Yeah?" he repeated breathlessly, a hint of disbelief and elation in his voice.
Before he could fully process your answer, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. The warmth of your touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.
In that moment, surrounded by the gentle lapping of the waves and the soft caress of the breeze, everything else faded away. All that mattered was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's arms, sharing a moment of pure joy and connection.
JJ held you close, as though afraid that if he let go, you might slip through his fingers like grains of sand. In his embrace, you felt safe and cherished, the weight of his arms a comforting anchor in the sea of emotions swirling around you.
As you leaned into him, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest, a reassuring reminder that you were here, together, in this moment. The warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears.
For JJ, holding you in his arms felt like a dream come true, a moment he had longed for but never dared to hope would actually happen. Yet here you were, wrapped up in each other's embrace, sharing a bond that felt stronger and more profound than anything he had ever experienced before.
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Rafe sat in Barry's dimly lit trailer, the faint smell of cigarette smoke lingering in the air as he leaned over the small table, meticulously arranging lines of cocaine. His hands trembled slightly as he prepared another hit, the familiar sting of the drug offering a temporary escape from the chaos of his thoughts.
Barry watched him from across the table, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity as he took a drag from his cigarette. "What brings you in this time, Rafe?" he asked, his voice laced with an air of knowing. "I can tell something's eating at you."
Rafe's jaw clenched as he snorted another line, the rush of euphoria momentarily numbing the ache in his heart. He avoided Barry's gaze, his fingers tracing the edge of the table as he struggled to find the words to articulate the turmoil churning inside him.
Barry leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing as he prodded Rafe further. "It's about that girl, isn't it?" he said, his tone blunt and direct. "The one who got away."
Rafe's breath caught in his throat at the mention of you, his chest tightening with a pang of longing. He took another hit of cocaine, the bitterness of the powder a stark contrast to the bitterness in his heart.
"Yeah," he muttered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "It's about her."
As the drugs coursed through his veins, Rafe found himself succumbing to the overwhelming weight of his emotions. In that moment, surrounded by the haze of addiction and regret, he couldn't help but wonder if he had lost you for good, if there was any chance of redemption left for him in the wake of his mistakes. But deep down, he knew that no amount of cocaine could ever fill the void left by your absence, or numb the ache of his shattered heart.
Barry sighed deeply, the weariness etched into the lines of his face as he took another long drag from his cigarette. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he pointed at Rafe with a sense of solemnity.
"You ain't been the same since she left," Barry stated matter-of-factly, his words cutting through the haze of Rafe's thoughts.
Rafe's gaze flickered up to meet Barry's, his eyes clouded with a mixture of pain and resignation. He knew Barry was right; ever since you had walked out of his life, leaving behind a trail of shattered dreams and broken promises, Rafe had been adrift in a sea of self-destruction.
"Yeah," Rafe murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I messed up, Barry. I messed up real bad."
Barry leaned back in his chair, his expression softening with a hint of sympathy as he regarded Rafe. Despite their differences, Barry had always been there for him, a constant presence in his life amidst the chaos and turmoil.
"You gotta let her go, Rafe," Barry said gently, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "You can't keep living in the past, chasing after something that's gone."
But Rafe shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he reached for another line of cocaine. "I can't, Barry," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "She's all I've ever wanted, all I've ever needed. Without her, I'm nothing."
Barry watched in silence as Rafe continued to spiral deeper into the abyss of his addiction, a sense of helplessness gnawing at his conscience. He knew that Rafe was on a dangerous path, one that could lead to destruction if he didn't find a way to pull himself back from the edge.
Barry sighed heavily, the weight of Rafe's words settling heavily on his shoulders as he shook his head in disbelief. "What about that girl, Sofia, you've got?" he asked, his tone tinged with a mix of concern and frustration.
Rafe's hands stilled momentarily as he glanced up at Barry, his eyes clouded with a hint of guilt. Sofia had been a constant presence in his life, a steady anchor amidst the storm of his emotions. And yet, despite her unwavering loyalty and love, Rafe couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, that he was simply going through the motions without truly being present.
"She deserves better than me," Rafe muttered, his voice tinged with self-loathing. "I can't give her what she needs, not when I'm still stuck in the past, chasing after something that's gone."
Barry regarded Rafe with a mixture of sympathy and frustration, knowing that he was treading on dangerous ground. Sofia deserved better than to be a mere placeholder in Rafe's life, a temporary fix for the void left by your absence.
"You gotta make a choice, Rafe," Barry said firmly, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with his troubled friend. "Either you let her go and figure out what you really want, or you commit to being the man she needs. But you can't keep stringing her along while you're stuck in limbo."
Rafe's jaw clenched as he absorbed Barry's words, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that Barry was right; he couldn't continue down this path of self-destruction, dragging Sofia along with him as he struggled to find his footing.
But as he stared into the abyss of his own uncertainty, Rafe couldn't help but wonder if he was capable of making the right choice, of breaking free from the chains that bound him and embracing a future filled with hope and possibility. Only time would tell if he had the strength to rise above his demons and forge a new path forward, one that led him towards redemption and true love.
Rafe slumped down on the couch, his hands resting heavily on his knees as he let out a heavy sigh. "I thought I loved Sofia," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "But everything keeps bringing me back to her."
Barry rolled his eyes in response, a hint of exasperation evident in his demeanor. He wasn't one for sentimental conversations or matters of the heart, but even he could see that Rafe was struggling with something deeper than he cared to admit.
"Look Country club," Barry said gruffly, his tone softened with a touch of sympathy. "I ain't good with all this lovey-dovey stuff, but I can see you're torn up about it."
Rafe nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor as he wrestled with his emotions. He had thought that Sofia was the one for him, the one who could help him move on from the pain of losing you. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the memories of you, the feelings that lingered in the depths of his heart.
Barry leaned back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he spoke in his usual nonchalant manner. "Why don't you just let Sofia down gently?" he suggested, his tone casual despite the weight of his words. "Tell her you want to be friends and make up some excuse about having family stuff going on."
Rafe regarded Barry with a mix of surprise and relief, grateful for his friend's straightforward advice. It was the push he needed to finally confront the truth and take control of his own destiny.
"Yeah, you're right," Rafe said, a sense of determination coursing through him. "I'll talk to Sofia and be honest with her. It's the least I can do."
Barry nodded in approval, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good man," he replied, his tone gruff but genuine. "Just remember, Rafe, sometimes you gotta let go of the past to make room for the future."
With Barry's words echoing in his mind, Rafe felt a newfound sense of clarity and purpose. He knew that letting go of Sofia would be difficult, but it was the first step towards finding true happiness and peace within himself.
As he prepared to face the difficult conversation ahead, Rafe couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within him. Perhaps, with time, he would finally be able to let go of the pain of the past.
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stuck in your throat || 1.5
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ahhh!! the final part of chapter one! hope the wait was worth it <3 i’ll be posting the full chapter on ao3 tonight, so look out for a post with that link! i’ll also start a master post that i’ll pin to the top of my blog later. eventually. it’s on my to-do list.
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Steve hadn’t received a response from Eddie, but he wasn’t really expecting one anyway. He sipped his chai and checked the time every minute or so, and even though it felt like he’d been waiting for ages, only a few minutes had passed when a man walked into the café. He had long, dark curly hair, that was in a messy bun. He was wearing a grey band shirt with ripped black skinny jeans and chains hanging off of them. He appeared to be holding the hand of a little girl who had a mane of wild curls that were a few shades lighter than her dads. She was wearing a purple dress and a poofy blue jacket that appeared to do nothing to slow her down as she seemed to move even as her dad ordered.
Steve couldn’t stop the smile that formed at the sight, but assumed that this wasn’t who he was waiting for. He didn’t think his client would bring his pup with him to the interview. He found no harm in watching them for a bit while he waited for Eddie to show up.
After the man placed the order, he turned to look directly at Steve, who flushed in embarrassment at being caught looking and ducked his head. Which meant he didn’t see the man approach with his daughter in tow, but he did smell him, a sweet, musky scent filled his nose as the alpha approached, it reminded him of the forest. He lost himself in it for a moment before subtly shaking his head to clear it. He looked up with wide eyes as the man stopped at his table, hazel eyes meeting brown.
“Steve?” The alpha—Eddie?—asked, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Steve blinked as he took in the sight of the man, trying to figure out where he knew him from. He looked familiar, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. He was sure he would have remembered meeting an alpha this handsome.
“Huh? Oh, yes, sorry,” Steve stammered, cheeks suddenly flushed. He stood abruptly to properly greet the alpha, “That’s, um, I’m Steve.” he thrust his hand out to shake Eddie’s, who took it and shook firmly. Steve ignored the way his stomach swooped at the firm grip the alpha had.
“..I’m Eddie,” he responded, and opened his mouth to say something else but a small voice interrupted them.
“I’m Elodie!” the pup said cheerfully, trying to replicate the action of shaking Steve’s hand. He was immediately enamored with Elodie and allowed her to shake his hand.
“It is so nice to meet you, Miss Elodie.” he said sincerely, grinning as she giggled in response. The three of them quickly sat, with Eddie and Elodie on one side, and Steve on the other.
Steve wasn’t sure where to start, now that he knew they were going to be joined with the pup he would be taking care of if he was chosen. To be fair, he probably wouldn’t have known where to start even if she hadn’t joined them.
Elodie seemed to be taking this seriously, sitting next to her father with her hands together on the table. She had taken out a notepad and had it opened to a blank page with her colored pencil next to it. She looked like she was trying hard to look stern, and failed miserably at it, which was just an adorable sight. Beside her, Eddie looked uncomfortable but still polite. Elodie also seemed to not have the same problem as the adults, immediately launching into questioning.
“Will you take me to the park?”
Steve glanced at Eddie, who looked fondly exasperated the moment Elodie started talking, so Steve figured it wouldn’t hurt to answer her question.
“If your dad is okay with it, sure,” he agreed easily, trying not to show his amusement in his tone, but sure his scent was giving it away as it sweetened. He was glad that pups didn’t fully develope their understanding of the different scents until they were a bit older than Elodie.
Elodie nodded firmly, writing it down on her little notepad, which upon closer inspection, Steve noticed had stickers of what appeared to be dragons and unicorns decorating it.
Eddie seemed content to let her do her questioning, sitting back and watching the pair. Steve wondered if this was the interview, to see how he and Elodie got along.
“Will you give me treats?” was the next question that Elodie had for him.
Steve leaned forward to stage whisper to her, “Only every day,” as if it were a secret. She brightened at that answer, giggling. Steve tried not to wince as her feet kicked into his shins, hiding it with a grin.
Elodie looked up at her dad, “Alright. I think we have a winner.” she said firmly, and Steve couldn’t withhold a grin from taking over his face, just barely holding back a laugh. She had all of two questions for him, neither of which were entirely surprising for a pup to ask.
Eddie rolled his eyes fondly at her, patting her head, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Odie?” Elodie nodded rapidly, eyes wide and begging. “Let me ask him some questions, and I’ll take your vote into consideration. Sound good?” Elodie looked like a bobble head as she nodded wildly again.
“Okay! Can I go play now?” she asked, looking out the window where there was a park across the street.
Eddie looked as though he was about to say no, so Steve took it upon himself to try to convince the alpha.
“There are picnic tables on the far side, you can’t see them from here, but we could sit at one of them and keep an eye on her,” Steve offered, Eddie’s gaze snapped over to him in surprise.
Elodie looked at her father with wide brown eyes, lip jutting out in a pout. “Please?” she asked, stretching the word out until Eddie heaved a sigh.
“Alright, let’s go,” he gave in, standing from the table. Steve’s cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling from this little encounter, and stood to follow them out. Elodie immediately held her dad’s hand, and reached a hand out to Steve to hold one of his as well. Steve glanced nervously at the alpha, but allowed her to take his hand, too.
“Bye, Steve!” Will called as they walked to the door and Steve knew he’d be receiving a load of texts from the other pups he used to babysit about this.
“See you later, Will,” Steve called back, bracing himself against the chilly air as they stepped outside. Almost immediately, Elodie tried to race ahead of the pair, but instinctually, Steve tightened his hold, as Eddie lightly scolded her.
“Elodie Mae, you know you have to hold my hand to cross the street,” he said, frowning at the pup. Elodie pouted, but held their hands and walked with them across the street to the park.
Once they were safely across, Elodie took off towards the park while Steve led Eddie to the picnic benches on the far side. Steve nervously glanced at the alpha, trying to figure out how he was doing so far. He seemed relaxed, but wary of their surroundings, glancing around them frequently, as if nervous to be seen. Steve felt his hackles rise, and furrowed his eyebrows. Could the alpha be embarrassed to be seen with him? Surely not, Chrissy wouldn’t have let him move forward to this stage of the hiring process if Eddie wasn’t going to at least consider him for the job.
“Here are the picnic tables,” Steve said needlessly as a way to fill the silence that had grown between them.
Eddie hummed in response and sat at one of them, and Steve followed his lead, sitting across from him. The picnic table was positioned perpendicular to the park, so Steve sat straddling the bench to keep an eye on Elodie. He may not have been hired yet, so he still wanted to prove that he was capable of the job.
Eddie was silent for a while, but eventually he seemed to figure out what exactly he wanted to say. “This wasn’t my idea,” he started, watching as Elodie ran up to another kid playing at the park.
“I figured not,” Steve admitted, smiling as the two pups ran off together to play.
“But Chrissy is right,” he continued, looking at Steve, “being on tour is a lot and watching an eight year old while performing is pretty much impossible. So, I had two options: leave her at home with a nanny, or bring her with and hire a traveling nanny.”
Suddenly the reason why Eddie seemed so familiar became abundantly clear, he was Eddie Munson. Rockstar, Eddie Munson. Corroded Coffin lead singer, Eddie Munson. Heart-throb alpha, Eddie Munson.
Steve tried to grapple with this revelation silently, hoping that Eddie wouldn’t notice as he didn’t want the musician to think that Steve was being unprofessional. It was fine, really, it just wasn’t something that Steve had been expecting, is all. He wasn’t even a fan of the music, but he knew that Dustin and his friends—including Will—were massive fans. He was glad that Will didn’t flip out when they were in the coffee shop.
“That would be a lot on anyone’s plate,” he finally said, once he was sure his voice wasn’t going to give away his realization. “And I would be more than happy to take some off of it. I’ve already started planning some classwork, actually,” he admitted shyly.
Eddie looked at him in surprise, but it didn’t seem like a bad reaction, so Steve considered it a win.
“Really?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Even though you weren’t guaranteed the job yet?”
“I was stressing about today, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared,” Steve shrugged, not looking at the alpha, instead watching as Elodie and the other pup raced from the monkey bars to the swings.
“That’s impressive,” Eddie told him, and when Steve looked at him, he was smiling tentatively.
Steve scoffed slightly, brushing off the compliment. “Even if I don’t get the job,” he felt a pang of sadness hit him at the thought, “it’s still good practice.”
“Oh, you have the job,” Eddie said nonchalantly, so much so that Steve didn’t process the words for a second.
“I do?” he asked, whipping his head to look at Eddie so abruptly that he felt his neck crack once.
“Yeah, Elodie got the final say,” he smiled vaguely in the direction of where Steve knew Elodie and her new friend were playing.
Chrissy’s earlier amusement about not making the choice of candidate made sense, now.
“Thank you,” Steve said, unsure if that was the right response, but not knowing how else to express his gratitude about being hired.
Eddie smiled vaguely at Steve, shrugging slightly. “As long as she didn’t choose an obvious asshole, I’m more than happy to hire whoever she wants. Means she’s gonna be more likely to listen to you.”
Steve nodded, “That…makes a lot of sense, actually,” he said softly.
“I’ll get Chrissy to email you the official offer, and whatever else needs to be sent,” he hummed, smiling at him.
“I look forward to it,” Steve said honestly, already looking forward to telling Robin that he got the job. He thought of the NDA, and wilted slightly. He wasn’t sure how much he was allowed to actually share with her about the job. He knew he’d be able to tell her that he <i>got</i> the job at least, but not much more than that. Maybe he’d ask Chrissy if they were hiring for something else, because like hell he’d be sued for talking to his best friend.
The pair spent another two hours or so watching Elodie run around and play, but eventually they had to leave.
“Bye, Miss Elodie,” the omega said, laughing as the pup hugged him tightly.
“Bye, Mister Steve,” Elodie mumbled into his sternum before she pulled away and took Eddie’s hand.
“Goodbye, Eddie,” Steve said, looking up at the handsome alpha through his eyelashes. Eddie smiled, but it looked tense, and Steve was reminded that this wasn’t Eddie’s idea. In fact, he seemed to be mildly against the whole affair.
After they said their goodbyes, Steve watched Eddie and Elodie get into a black car with tinted windows, and watched as it disappeared around a corner before he started the longish walk home, feeling a pep in his step as he did.
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Dearest Marmee,
I must thank you once again for recommending the tickets to the theatre. We have been home about a month now and my wife has not stopped gushing about it to anyone who will listen. I knew she had the soul of a poet but I could have never guessed how much that evening would mean to her.
We were the last to arrive, nearly missing the admissions, as we had stopped off to have our portrait taken there in London. But after all, how could we miss the opportunity to be photographed in our finest clothes, and so in my opinion anyway, we were only fashionably late!
I will admit only to you, some of the play went above my head, but my Winifred, oh how she laughed throughout the entirety of the performance. She understands things like this you see, and I suppose your Jo is likely the same; I think it is something engrained in all the great writers of the world to be able to understand why the curtains are yellow and not blue.
And boy, does my wife admire Mr. Wilde. She truly believes he will go down in history as one of the greats. She is very fond of all his work, and she suspects we should expect more excellence out of him before his career is finished.
Despite feeling a little out of my depth, I enjoyed myself all the same, especially after Winifred explained that the play mocks the wealthy in subtle ways. Mr. Tree, the gentlemen who played Lord Illingworth, is a galant man taking a slap from Mrs. Arbuthnot that way; how the sound of the sting echoed throughout the entire hall! I was downright shocked, and my wife in stitches, finding it absolutely hilarious.
At once the show finished, and as Mr. Tree and Mrs. Beere took their bows, everyone cheered for their outstanding talent, and I do believe my wife applauded harder than anyone else in that audience. The show was a treasure, and I trust it will be remembered for generations to come. However, what I will remember most, is my Winifred.
And while everyone marveled at the actors, I couldn’t keep from marveling at my wife instead. Her beauty, her cleverness, her whimsical laughter and dazzling smile, and most of all, her natural aptitude to understand the work...aside from the day we wed, I can't think of a time she has ever appeared more beautiful to me, or more herself.
It was though she belonged there, amongst others who appreciate literature, and my, I can't help thinking what it would be like to sit in that theatre and see her work performed on the stage instead.
I had hoped that our viewing of ‘A Woman of No Importance’ would give her the confidence she needs to be published. It would truly be a shame for the world not to know her work; I encourage gently, but she is stubborn, you see and hardly allows me to read it. She does not recognize her own talent.
Since we've been home though, I have found her early in the morning, asleep at her typewriter more times than I can count. So at the very least, I am pleased to see her passion burning inside once again. Now...if I could only find a way to ignite it.
Yours Sincerely, Lawrence
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↳ EVENT 23. Elliott (Anal)
Pairing: Elliott / F!Reader
Genre: Smut 18+
WC: 2,516
Warnings: anal, first time anal sex, sex toys, strap on, pegging
Prompt(s): 19 — anal
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A/N: every time i write for elliott i feel as though im learning the dictionary all over again lmao. i like to try and use language i feel is fitting for the character im writing for, though... so i hope this translates well! even if it's a little outside of my usual writing style (yknow?). anyway. love ruining put together men thank you <3
A nauseating ball of anxiety twists tight in his tummy, wound up in his core to feign sickness, or panic. It's a feeling he's used to, given how often his mind runs wild with worrisome faux scenarios, a cascade of tormenting scenes that play out in his cluttered mind day in, day out. He'd never describe himself as a worrywart, but he knows others might... Do, in fact, view him as some sort of flighty man, an anxiety riddled creature who'd jump ship if given the opportunity. Certainly, that's not how he'd identify himself, and the thought alone only serves to turn his tummy some more.
Rather, a man of eloquence suits him better, don't you think? Of words aplenty, flowery, perhaps. But nonetheless genuine. Honest in his approach to life, enjoying the various little things that litter his day to day, taking great pleasure in the simple fancies because even those are worth his utmost attention. See, he doesn't worry out of a unease, but rather, he worries because he's concerned with giving all of his care and attention to so many things. Remaining sincere in his appreciate of all he comes across, simply because that's the kind of man he is.
Which is why it's difficult for him to swallow the disgusting truth that he wishes only for the opposite as you nestle yourself quite prettily between his thighs, leaving him heaving for air on his back before anything has even truly happened. And just like how he wants to lie to your face right now, that lump of nerves in his tummy one might so easily mistake for stress, or panic, is instead borne out of sheer appreciation. A greedy lustful itch he's yet to satisfy, a metaphorical wrecking ball to his otherwise well kept and put together outward appearance. Him? A filthy pervert? Horribly so. In fact, much more than you might initially think. Much like how the townsfolk take him for a fretting fusspot, he'd ideally like to keep up the gentlemanly facade you've grown so accustomed to over the many months of getting to know him, you need not know how he truly is, even if it goes against his natural order.
Although, you know him better than most, don't you? Easily recognisable in the way your nails dance so nicely down his open thighs, the pretty understanding smirk you adopt when his cock twitches in response. Laid bare before you and yet still he attempts to deceive— all in vain, of course. The weight of your body on the bed with him causes his ass to dip down, cock sprung forward as if begging for your utmost attention. Which wouldn't be a lie, chewing on his bottom lip out of frustration for how honest his body is when it comes to you. But he hopes you'll provide him enough space to mislead, just a little. At least until his heart calms down, until his tummy stops filling with butterflies at the doe eyed stare you so graciously offer him. From below, it's easy for him to confuse you for an angel.
If not for the silicone cock adorning your heavenly waist.
Which is only half a lie, he realises, given that he still thinks you look as innocent as ever despite the offending object. And besides, who's to say that angels can't be a little naughty every now and again? His heart full of love at the gentle caress of your hand, how it trails so delicately up and down his exposed thighs, from knee to almost his cock; oh, you're so good at teasing him. A bead of precum dripping from his eager cock at the slight touch— you'll be the death of him one day, he's sure of it.
"It's okay if you aren't ready, love." Your voice calls to him, silky smooth and full of concern, the kind that just gets to him, makes his cock feel all funny with how hard it gets when recognising your sincere affections for him. He's said it before, and he'll probably say it again, but just knowing that you love him is the greatest turn on in the world. To be loved is inherently provocative, don't you think? To expose himself physically is one thing, but to do so emotionally is another; the vulnerability of showing you even the more lewd parts of his existence is a little more overwhelming than it is to undress before you.
Which is why he's refraining, for now.
"No, it's— It's not that..." He trails off half-heartedly, nose wrinkling for a second in distaste for his inability to voice his concerns in a thoughtful manner. It's not because he doesn't trust you— in fact, he thinks you'd respond well to his obscene obsession. He's just not completely sure how to reconcile that fact with himself.
He's already gotten this far, right? Hinted at the salacious act of pegging once or twice; mostly when he was drunk on wine, mind you. Though he doesn't blame you for taking advantage of his loose lips, knowing deep down that despite the current twist in his tummy, he'd do the exact same to you if the roles were reversed.
Can he really just out himself as a dirty pervert to you, though? Even in the privacy of the shared four bedroom walls, can he spill his untamed thirst for you? The ever present greed to swallow you whole, the need to be swallowed whole by you. A self serving must, a right, to own and be owned. A difficult thing to resign to, selfish ownership. Distracting himself by dropping his gaze down your body idly, from your pretty smiling face, sucking air in quickly through his taut jaw at the sight of your tits, throat drying up the second he spots how perky your nipples have become before him. And further, narrowing in on your tummy; do you feel the same way as he does? A sickly compulsion, where he is fixated on being ruined, are you just as similarly focused on ruining? And further still, his gaze lands on the toy you wear. Shiny under the dim cabin lighting, but nonetheless demanding his attention. Promising by your hips to soothe all of his aches and pains, if only he'd indulge you a little further. Spill the truth of his erotic desires, show himself for the man he really is:
A good for nothing, cock leaking at the mere thought, balls heavy with seed just for you, foul little pervert.
And given that you're currently wearing something so dirty, clad in nothing by the strap on picked exclusively for him, he figures you must be his soulmate. A match made in filthy heaven, don't you think?
So he sighs, heavy yet stunted. Cut off by a brief cough to clear his throat and mind before revealing his true self to you. Better to rush it out than to let it stew and risk proving the town right, he thinks. He's not a worrier, he just wants to give you all the care and attention you deserve.
"Truth be told, love... I'm, I'm quite excited, actually," Light laughter escapes him at his words, matched perfectly by a twitch in his cock when you nod knowingly back at him. Of course, though he may have tried to hide his true nature, you've known all along, haven't you? "Perhaps a bit too much, I think. The sight alone of you sitting there is enough, truly," He elaborates, bringing a hand up to cup at your cheek softly to show his tender affection. "But I'm afraid I won't be able to control my desire, is all."
And the gentle giggle you let out in response, tumbling from your lips so sweetly, your voice a dulcet tone to lull him into doing whatever you so much as ask him to— the hold you have on him errs on the side of ridiculousness, the kind of love he only ever writes about in his plentiful stories. His one and only muse, bending down over him to leave him gasping at the contact the strap on inevitably makes with his prepped asshole. There couldn't be a better time to experience his first, right?
"To be honest, Elly," You start, mimicking his action by cupping his cheeks, squishing them together to lightly peck at his lips in between loving giggles. He's so in love with you it makes his cock harder, throbbing under your barely there touch as your body hovers above his own, his hips squirming against the cool silicone prodding at his asshole in excitement. It's shameful to admit, but to feel so small and weak under your endless bouts of adoration is thrilling. Pleasure rolling down his spine when you take to kissing him a little slower, more tender with your lips on his that he can't help but to instinctively open up for you.
Only for you to leave him high and dry, an uncharacteristic whine escaping him at the loss of love. Instead, he bares witness to your dainty— as compared to him— hands locking onto his hips, angling the dildo just right against his ass to force his brows to knit together in enjoyment, the lopsided grin you offer him promising more than he cares to imagine right now. Focused solely on how it feels to have you rim the outside with the faux tip, his eyes squeezing shut in preparation for what is to inevitably come next. "I'd rather you were unable to control yourself." You finish up you previous sentence, taking the opportunity of his confused state to gently, so gently, push the tip of your cock inside of him, rocking ever so slowly until the tip is fully engulfed and he feels like he just learnt how to breathe again.
Briefly, he muses to himself how he thinks he ought to be a little scared right now. Worried over the new experience, anxious about all of the new sensations he's currently, and will, experience. But to see you beaming down at him so innocently, the look of pure love on your face as you continue to roll your hips into his expertly lubed up hole, enjoyment present in the way your nails dig into his waist for purchase; he's not scared because it's you.
And to have you between his legs, fucking your cock into him with so much careful focus, checking in with him with hooded eyes and mouthed i love you's, is more than he could ever hope for. Your mere existence stabilizing him enough to let him throw his head back in enjoyment, doing his best to concentrate on the feeling of your weighty cock inside, moving with you as you rock against him until he reaches the hilt and his cock pulses with barely contained need.
He's ashamed because of how much he wants more. Brows furrowed, pouting back at you with an unknown emotion clinging to his chest. He's not even sure of what he's saying until he says it, the tone of his voice unusually strained and breathy.
"Faster, please."
Unable to keep up with his perversion, by the time he's aware of what he's just asked for his cheeks are already heating up, long hair tousled by your unbridled want to keep him happy; which in turn on turns him on more— God, he's never been harder before in his life. Something about the sheer vulnerability of his position right now, probably, allowing you to take his first time so thoughtfully; he needs more. Cock just aching for you as you explore his insides, the pressure your cock offers him is exquisite, something he can't quite describe with his current vocabulary but nonetheless good. Something he wants to continue, unknowingly rocking his hips with you in a seeking of more, incapable of shutting up for even just a second to hear your divine sighs and moans through his own tumbled and broken sobs. Various grunts and gasps escaping him with every hefty thrust from your cock, stretching him open in ways he's never experienced before but God he wants to experience it again and again. Hand automatically coming to the base of his cock to squeeze at, a pout upon his lips to communicate thank you, thank you, thank you.
For making him feel so good, for trusting him enough to help discover this previously unknown side to him, for fucking him so full that his cock throbs with every thrust, for allowing him to stroke his fat cock just to the feeling of you fucking into him, for smiling down at him so sweetly like that, ruining his concentration in the loveliest of ways by distracting him with such a cute face. And you sound even better too, all light and breathy, unable to keep up with how fast you fuck him; serves you right, he inwardly muses to himself. You've left him so breathless, mouth left agape every time you fuck your cock fully inside, pushing against some deep part of him that has him folding in on himself; so you can choke a little too, can't you?
As a treat, he thinks. A reward for matching his depravity. Fisting his cock in tandem with your thrusts; which, given how unfairly swiftly you rock into him, is no surprise that thumbing at his slit a few times prompts him into warning you of his approaching end. Begging for you to continue fucking him to help him reach his high, throwing his head back as much as he arches his back, chest pressing into you to help you fuck him down your fake cock.
It just feels too good. Mind numb and body tingling with desire, pooling in his tummy like earlier. Of course, he knows his fist very well, stimulating his cock deftly while you stutter your hips into him. But there's enjoyment to be hand in how endearing your efforts are in fucking him properly, his legs locking behind your back so that your forced to be flush against him, allowing you only to desperately rock against that hidden sweet spot of his.
And it only takes a few humps for him to come undone. Spilling hot seed right into the palm of his hand while you're buried as deep as possible in his tight ass, the feeling of his hole squeezing and contracting around the firm toy leaving him gasping for air as he bucks against it. Fat load shot against his tummy, some of it reaching his chest from how hard he cums while warming your cock. And immediately, he knows that you've ruined him. Spoiled him, even. Resigning, even, as he grows soft in his too tight grip, wincing at the sticky feeling covering his whole front, catching sight of your lovesick smile shot from above, that he can feel the itch resetting in his tummy already. Perverted, right?
It seems he's more than a little addicted now. And he puts all his trust in you to help scratch him just right.
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ok i'd apologize to you & everyone else for only blogging about myself and my friends tonight but actually that would be un-sincere because i love my friends so so so much and all of life is about love. anyway here's a long summary of css :
-1. the context: luna @hanjoonhwi got to know mika through me and @ramonapest and so she'd discover old stuff progressively and one day she found css and made it her whole personality (read: blog) because she did that often (for a while she was tomorrowlive because she loved live performances of tomorrow, etc etc etc) and so she saved the url cokestudiostardust or i did. and then we had the fantastic idea of both changing our urls to something super similar to each other for a little while just to confuse the 12 mika blogs here (a small group of which are commonly referred to as "the rodents" due to the existance of an almost-dead discord server that i would like to bring back alive and that you could probably be added to, where we discuss mika) ANYWAY sorry for the slight detour. so yes that was the plan. and then we were like wait we need to include rory (because we had a tiny groupchat called "mouaylor tshirts" <- more lore there but basically luna wanted a mika x taylor x louis collab and rory made a fake poster that i put on redbubble models and so we made a groupchat to discuss business and then ended up being besties). so yes back to the main story. we text rory and we're like hey do you wanna join us in this wild scheme? she was like what scheme? we said say yes or no because we cant tell you unless you're joining. she said yes and we told her everything and also she was moving that same weekend... so it was insane of her to contribute. but yes that's the end of this part
0. the prep: so we saved css url, and 2 typo css urls. picked an icon header and background colour for the blog (#facade pink) and then the point was to confuse people so we didn't want them to be able to scroll adn figure out easily which one is rory vs luna vs me. so what we did is we made rory (?) i think (?) post a link to the css yt video. then we each reblogged it privately to our blogs about 100 times in preparation and then didn't blog until the day of. the day of we unprivated all the posts, so basically if you wanted to see any posts before you'd need to scroll for so long. and we changed our urls (i dont remember who was which url) and icons and headers and colours and made our blogs only available on phone so you couldnt go to archive to figure out who was who. also we had the same blog titles (coke studio stardust) and bios.
1. phase 1: we basically went around blogging normally as if nothing happened, but also sending asks to common mutuals and each others mutuals (ex: "hiii squish!! how are you???") and all of us sending them, to create confusion. did that for about 24 hours. but the thing is we sent the exact same asks and reblogged all the same posts with the same tags. luna and i even managed to confuse rory's sibling and like long-time friend on here. a mika blog @grayskelly we didnt know at the time (but v knows) just joined us (same blog appearance etc) and became our immediate bestie, hence creating the famous and iconic @h-isforhome "big day in mika fandom" post (the first one in the image post you reblogged). also we followed any mutuals that we mutuals with 2 but not 3 of us (pretending we accidentally unfollowed) in prep for phase 2
2. phase 2: (my favourite phase) we "apologized" etc for our behaviour and said we are switching back. BUT we lied (celebrity apology video style), and what we did is switch to each other's!! blogs. so i was luna and luna was rory and rory was me. and it actually fooled people due to all the followings in phase 1 and it being practically impossible to go to posts pre may 15. this phase particularly drove people insane (luna and i were competing over who would lose the most followers, rory somehow was gaining followers). but yes basically we blogged exactly lik each other, tagging systems etc, spoke like each other (hashtag true bestiehood), and sent even more asks. the middle 2 pics are examples of such interactions after we finally switched back to the real us, making all the posts hilariously funny. one common mutual thought that was was going on was that we had logged into each other's accounts. another was like ahh i got you. x is pretending to be y and y is [etc etc], getting it all wrong and we were like ah yes! you got us! so true!. i think @thirteens-earring still hates us for may 16.... we were sending each other messages being like hi v this is rory! etc and v eventually figured out who was who but the whole time was sending us murderous threats + at one point luna was like hi rory this is v! to v, which was funny. anyway i think lizzie @dionysuswearsanorangetracksuit was the first one to catch on what was going on (like super early that day) and texted me and h about it but i made them promise they wouldn't explain to everyone what was going on.
everyone was like ah hahah ha hilarious right. you guys are done right. no really. you are done right. please please say you're done. and so, this is what we did after:
3. phase 3 prep: rory and luna collected the best posts through screenshots, i opened photoshop with a normal canvas size and started adding them and making the canvas bigger and bigger, ending up with a photoshop file of 16359x22200 pixels, it took me and rory 2 computers, 3 photoshop versions, and about 1 hour to export that as 4 pngs.
4. phase 3: on may 17 we changed all our blog titles to "phase 3", posted that image, and everyone was like hey guys. whats phase 3 whats going on pls explain. and to this day no one knows what phase 3 is <3 we will not say unless someone guesses
anyway if you've read all this thank you so much in indulging me and listening to me talk nonsense about friendship shenanigans (<- idk how to spell in english but i might have gotten it right). it was truly a wild time where rory was normal and luna and i were unhinged and drove rory into our unhingeness. i miss it incredibly and i wanna do more of that with you and them and all my little computer friends. or maybe we could jsut have a sleepover. idk but all i know is that if i knew you all in real life we would have the best laughs and the best times of our lifes and we'd just have so much fun. like if all of you bring this much joy in my life just by resharing the same posts as each other and replying to each other, imagine what it would feel like if we could all have a picnic or a roadtrip or just a day out at the mall even.... anyway this is getting sappy and i need to go to bed. ty for reading or sorry!!!!! now that we're friends i'll invite you next time we plan an international cyber-prank
HELLO OKAY !!!! apologies 2 my followers in advance but i need to immortalise this bc truly. this is the pinnacle of careful throughtful tomfoolery i'm very impressed
first off i'm all for the resuscitation of mika discord there really are sooo few of us on here !! mouaylor collab would be incredible and i need to see this shirts if they exist lmfao. also doing this while moving u are SO STRONG thats incredible !!!
anyways again the amount of thought that went into this.....the reblogged posts the turning off web view the following each others mutuals.....i would trust u to pull of a heist i think. sounds like a wild day and yesss would love to participate in international cyber pranks or sleepovers (or both simultaneously) w u all !!! truly i think that we'd have the most wonderful time if we knew each other irl the shenanigans and vibes would be unmatched <3 (i am living in constant fear of phase 3 now. its gonna haunt my every click on this site)
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2023 is coming to an end and while this blog has yet to hit one year old, it’s gathered its fair share of mutuals. it’s only fair to give you all some thanks and appreciation before the year closes. if you’re not here i apologise sincerely, i’ll make sure you are on next year’s list.
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ mika — @mikacynth
hi mika !! i’ll start with you. i know we haven’t interacted much since you went to university (i hope you’re doing super well !! please take care of yourself) but i wanted to thank you for being one of my first mutuals on this hell site. you were super friendly and you always randomly drop cursed genshin memes in the server <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ mae — @maehemthemisfit
mae, i don’t know where life has taken you but i miss you a lot. it was so fun trying to figure out dango anon and you made me laugh countless times, i just hope you’re doing well <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ bell — @blue-b3rries
ew it’s bell (i’m JOKING) hi sweetheart !! you literally never fail to make me laugh in the network server and you always come out with really random things. it’s okay, maybe next christmas we’ll get you a dictionary /lh i love you !! /p <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ inky — @lemeowade
inky !! my favourite artist ever !! we don’t actually interact too much on tumblr now (i do like a lot of the stuff you rb tho) because we talk a lot on discord now. it’s nice to have someone that checks in occasionally and i absolutely love when you show your art !! it’s clear you’re making progress with it and finding your style and i love it so much. you’re gonna do fab things sweetheart <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ amai — @amaiaqt
one of my favourite writers ever and a fellow cyno simp !! i miss you a lot and it shows because i always get excited to see you in my inbox. i hope life is treating you well and that we get to see you more in the new year <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ general — @watatsumiis
hi general !! i’m sorry we didn’t interact as much anymore but you’re so sweet and fun to talk to !! i love your writing and i have the best time reading your tags on people’s art because i’m like “damn. that’s so me” and also you always reblog the best art?? it’s wild you keep my dash alive <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ aly — @soleillunne
who are you? anyways hi wife !! i send you appreciation letters whenever things get tough so i’ll dull it down here a little. thank you for being probably my closest mutual, talking to me daily and always sending tiktoks to each other. if you dare think about leaving me, i’ll find you. in every lifetime <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ari — @n3r0-1417
another person that i’m super sorry we don’t interact as much anymore ): you literally never failed to make me laugh and you 100% have permission to kill me at any time, just don’t tell aly. i hope we can interact more in the new year and i hope it treats you well too, you deserve it <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yui — @ilyuu
yui !! wow i’m really failing on interacting with some of you but whenever you’re on my dash it’s pure chaos?? even with no context i can’t lie it’s funny. i picture it like when the scooby doo gang are running and you see all the different shots and stuff. anyways, 2024 better treat you good !! <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ kiri — @kirimoochi
the last time we interacted you wasn’t doing so hot on some fronts and i really hope things have improved for you, sweetheart. you deserve the world and whilst i love your alhaitham & kazuha works, i know a lot of them came from your heart and i hope you’re healing. i pray the new year is kind to you and that things are going better <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ bori — @bboricha
hi bori !! we’ve only interacted a few times because i find it sooo funny when you randomly appear on my dash talking about leon kennedy (because honestly, same) but i hope there’s chances we interact more in 2024 !! fun fact, i followed you for your 5swirl stuff and 1k special (i actually remember what content made me follow you hahahelpme) but i stayed because… relatable. here’s to more interactions !! <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yume — @yaminohimeyume
oh boy.. hi yume !! you know i could sit here for hours appreciating you right? whenever i log into genshin i check to see if you’re online so i can say hi !! i love helping you with bosses, domains or even exploration but even when we just talk and i don’t join you, it’s nice to have a conversation with someone. you’ve provided me with plenty of distractions this year but in 2024 our goal is to build your characters HAHA i love you !! /p <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ aya — @miuzki
my neuvillette !! i miss you so much, i hope you’ve been doing well and not overworking at all. i know you haven’t really been in touch with genshin towards the end of this year but you’re always welcome in my messages, yknow? i love your writing so much (i still re-read that comfort piece you wrote for me all the time…) please take care of yourself and i hope you have an amazing new year <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yukari — @ryuryuryuyurboat
is that.. is that my favourite child?! hi ryuu !! i don’t exactly remember how we met. you kinda just appeared in my life one day but it felt like i’d known you forever. you’re an absolute joy to know and you constantly bring a smile to my face !! i’ll c6r5 morrigan first though. have a fantastic new year (and you will not be getting rid of me) <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ lili — @lillonvia
oh my gosh !! my chihuahua !! every time we talk i have the best time ever i can’t even lie like that one time we randomly started reciting the lyrics to california girls and how you started playing on eu server for me. it’s a little crazy with the timezone difference but you’re the amber to my collei and you deal with me torturing you with my genshin va knowledge (did you know cyno is izumi from horimiya?) i love youuuu /p <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ dumbi — @dumbificat
well well well, if it isn't the cutest mf to ever exist >///< it's my co.. parent-in-law? i don't remember because i just remembering rizzing you (oops.) but hey dumbi !! i'll be fr i was always a little nervous/scared to interact with you but i really wanted to and then you joined the network and i minorly lost my mind.. thank you so much for all the smiles and laughter you've brought in these past few months and also for your writing that i am very happily married to. oh and all the fun i get to have helping you explore on eu <3 thank you for letting me join you sometimes. i really hope we get to interact more in 2024 and here's to hoping the new year treats you well!! i love youuuu /p <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ heia — @heiayen
heia. my child. my sweet, funky bean. i love you /p but also. fuck you for how much you make me absolutely lose my shit when it's late for us and i have to be quiet so instead i'm wheezing in bed until i'm crying. chaos hours are the best and you are genuinely such a sweetheart to be friends with. i hope we get to interact more in 2024 (you have no choice) and that it treats you well !! but also, 0.5 stars to the ayaka uber but 10 stars to the network's ooc reporter. mwah! i love you (again) /p (you still need to read to me in some blankets ehehe) <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ coco — @hwaitham
hi hi coco !! we haven't interacted that much (and i'm typing very formal for this post it feels out of character for me) but i've loved your works for sooooo long !! and you and haitham are so cute i just wanna. AAAA you deserve the world and i genuinely hope everything you ever want comes true in 2024 because you just deserve it. if it doesn't, i'll start barking up some trees ehehe. i love you!! /p i hope we get to interact more in 2024 <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ raine — @to-kazuha
oh, it's you /j hi sweetheart <3 2023 has been very all over the place for us but here we are, ending (and starting) another year together !! even if you don't think so, your writing is amazing and i can't wait to see you grow and get more comfortable with it (practise makes perfect!) and also how can i forget that you're my personal miko main.. life would have been a very sad experience if you hadn't came to me on anon in my old blog <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ clara — @umgatochamadopercyval
clara !! you're a very recent mutual so i can't say i have a lot to write (we'll be changing this in 2024 !!) but you are an absolute gem to know. your asks never fail to make me smile and now even your messages !! you're a sweetheart and you deserve a lot of good things. i hope 2024 brings more sagau isekai to my dms and a lot of joy to you. never stop being you !! <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yza — @yzashaven
hi yza !! we've not been able to interact for a while ): but i'd like to appreciate you for all the times you've came to my inbox with angst, i love you so much for it /p and i still have an angst draft with your name on it because of an idea you came into my inbox with !! your writing is so good and i really hope we get to interact more next year. happy holidays sweetheart !! <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ honorary mentions — @jingyuansbird, @honeykaes, @nervocat & @bunicate
happy holidays & happy new year to the four of you !! i would love to appreciate you all but i can only go as far as praising the absolute hell out of all of your works !! you're all fantastic writers that i love to pieces and i hope that the new year treats you all well !! here's to more interactions so i can write you all paragraphs next year (cries) <3
signed with love, serafina.
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well. I guess it depends on what relationship head canons you have for ukus if they ever truly got together?
I had to think about this (nap) because I realised just how LITTLE established relationship UKUS I've actually consumed. I think I've read a lot more established RusAme than established UKUS. Maybe because I'm incredibly picky about the latter dynamic? Anyway - because I haven't read a lot of it, I had to think really hard about what it would look like.
I personally don't think there would be obvious differences between Arthur-and-Alfred-as-friends and Arthur-and-Alfred-as-lovers, but that still means talking about how I see Arthur and Alfred as friends.
As friends, banter is a huge part of Alfred and Arthur's dynamic. A long time ago, there was probably real bitterness in their jabs. Over time, it becomes a softer thing. (One of the songs I associate with UKUS is "So American" by Olivia Rodrigo, because I absolutely believe that's one of the things Arthur always says to Alfred - "you're so American", smirking or laughing, no sharpness or rebuke in his words.)
Arthur grew up with a lot of siblings and he's quick witted - but Alfred has amazing memory and can bring up anything anyone has done that he's witnessed, and is really good at knowing exactly what someone finds embarrassing or infuriating. They have fun riling each other up - this is what leads to them trying to scare each other silly every Halloween.
As a couple, this doesn't change. (It works for them, especially since both of them have a hard time expressing themselves sincerely.) The importance of this aspect of their dynamic is the fact that Alfred doesn't get offended by any of Arthur's comments - not the stuff about himself, or his dry, unimpressed observations about everything around him. He finds it funny, and Arthur thrives on that. Arthur has suffered a lot from being tied to people who found him wanting in some way, but Alfred is one of the few people who actively enjoys and seeks out Arthur's company and doesn't seem to find him wanting in some way.
The second thing is they have a good balance of things they enjoy doing together, and things they're dragging each other to. Alfred enjoys a lot of British media and food (once again, something that's more important to Arthur than he can say). Arthur enjoys McDonald's, and doesn't mind eating there when Alfred gets a craving. But Arthur doesn't enjoy the wilderness in the way Alfred does - is a bit ... discomfited at how there's huge swathes of American land that are completely wild. Alfred drags him to these places, for hiking and camping, and Arthur re-discovers a part of himself that he'd lost in England's industrialisation. Meanwhile, Arthur really pushes Alfred to appreciate the depth of English and European history. It allows for both comfort and growth in their relationship.
The third thing - Alfred is high energy, and so curious about the world. I absolutely believe Alfred has a few doctorates under his belt and invents and fixes things in his spare time. While I don't see Alfred working for the government, I can sometimes see him working for NASA. He's constantly tinkering or jotting things down. He's actually incredibly cerebral.
Arthur is physical. He never stopped sword fighting, and practices martial arts. He runs, and goes to the gym, does boxing (I've mentioned these things in my headcanon about England's appearance before). But when he's not doing those things, he does things that quiet his mind. He crochets or knits. Something repetitive and soothing. Meditative.
They can sit for hours in the same room, Arthur knitting while Alfred has blueprints spread over their coffee table. And its peaceful, and you don't think it even matters if the other person is there or not, but Arthur has to go to London for a week to sort something out and Alfred can't get anything done at home and has to go to the office every day.
HAVE I EVEN SAID ANYTHING IN THIS ASK. Basically Alfred and Arthur after having sex is incredibly similar to them before having sex. The act of sex changes everything and nothing all at once. But their relationship is a lot of being able to feel appreciated where you never felt appreciated before, a lot of being able to do things together that you love, and doing things together that you hate but somehow still helps you grow as a person, and also being able to do nothing together.
#ukus#usuk#aph america#aph england#hetalia#theyre actually a boring relationship bc once they get there theyre married for ten years#like immediately they fuck and then settle into utter domesticity#their sex life is spicy as fuck tho#m: hetalia#hetalia: headcanon (ship)#s: england/america#.txt
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For the most part, I like M preg Lucifer/michael mainly because there is a point in the Testament of Solomon where Ornias says himelf to be the son of Uriel THE archangel. And I quote:
And Solomon said to him: "Tell me, O demon, to what zodiacal sign thou art subject." And he answered: "To the Water-pourer6. And those who are consumed with desire for the noble virgins upon earth . . . . . [there appears to be a lacuna here], these I strangle7. But in case there is no disposition to sleep8, I am changed into three forms. Whenever men come to be enamoured of women, I metamorphose myself into a comely female; and I take hold of the men in their sleep, and play with them. And after a while I again take to my wings, and hie me to the heavenly regions. I also appear as a lion, and I am commanded by all the demons. I am offspring of the archangel Uriel 9, the power of God."
-----(Translated from the codex of the Paris Library, after the edition of Fleck, Wissensch. Reise, bd. ii. abth. 3.)
And so I was thinking of the many ideas that could appear from the possibility of angels having offspring. Its not canonical i know, ( 〒▽〒) but i do find the idea fasinating, especially considering the fact that Uriel still has its high status as an angel despite having a demon offspring.
(also sorry for the ramble but its pretty funny that Solomon just hears this and goes 'offspring of an angel? alright then go work on stone cutting' and ornias gets on a fight with him that uriel himself comes to reprimant the boy god does this feel like a fanfiction---)
But anyways, michael and lucifer's baby would certainly be.... square. Wild. An oddity. probably loved prob not theres to much drama going on in their relationship (of your book) to say the least. But literary perspective it would be fun to see.
I say this sincerely but this is one of my favorite arguments for why Michael and Lucifer should have a baby — because the Testament of Solomon says Uriel had a baby.
I really do love how so much non-canonical books and demonology and etc., are fixated on angels having children. We all want them to breed very very badly for some reason. (Also I like the gender queerness/transness of this Orias turning into a woman to seduce men).
Well! Angels & Man is definitely about angel offspring! If I speak too much, I will spoil, but you will see.
Anyway, I think if Michael and Lucifer had a child, the baby would be very loved and spoiled despite all the drama. Maybe a baby could save Michael and Lucifer's relationship. (No it wouldn't). Maybe a baby could keep them from divorcing anymore (No it couldn't)
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Cheering rn bcuz your requests are open,
Anyways may I request gregory of yardale, wendy and jimmy(all seperate plz) x male reader who is very shy but once they gets to know them, they are a complete wild animal?
Sorry if this is not specific enough ><!
Headcanons Wild Side
🎭 Jimmy Valmer x male!Reader 🎙
Jimmy and you had known each other for several years and he knew exactly what you were like. Many of your classmates and acquaintances knew you as a shy and quiet guy who dated Jimmy. Even on your dates, you always blushed touchingly and smiled shyly, but only when you were alone did you show another side of your character
When you were alone, your behavior changed a lot. You became loud, noisy and active. You laughed a lot at his jokes, often hugged and kissed him, you talked a lot, telling him seemingly everything in the world. Jimmy was happy about your energy. He knew that you didn't show this side of yourself to everyone, remaining the same shy for others, but for those closest to you, including Jimmy, you showed another side of yourself
Jimmy enjoyed spending time with you, regardless of which side of your personality you showed. Jimmy liked talking to you, he liked cuddling with you and just spending time with you. There was complete harmony between you, regardless of which side of your character you showed
You knew that Jimmy was ready to accept not only the side of you that you showed to everyone, but also the side that you were ready to show only to the closest people. Jimmy was glad that for you he was a person you could actually trust and he showed you the same trust that you showed him
📚 Wendy Testaburger x male!Reader 📱
Your relationship with Wendy was no secret to anyone in your class. To everyone, you were a quiet and shy guy who behaved calmly at school and when you and Wendy were together, you blushed and smiled shyly at her while holding her hand, but only Wendy knew that you had a hidden side that you showed only to her when you were alone
When you were alone, whether it was at your place or at her place, at school or anywhere else, it was like you were becoming a different person. It was like you were showing her your wild side
You joked a lot, became much more talkative, you often hugged her, kissed her and stroked her hair. No one would have believed Wendy if she had told any of her friends about it, even Wendy herself found it hard to believe that you really were like that. When you first started dating, she didn't know about it, but over time she got used to this part of your character
Wendy knew that regardless of whether you were alone or not, you tried to show her your feelings. You continued to be shy when someone else was with you, even if it was someone close, but you wanted Wendy to know that you sincerely loved her and were ready to try to fight your shyness
🗡 Gregory of Yardale x male!Reader ⛸️
Your acquaintance with Gregory happened when he moved to South Park. At first, he was sure that you were just a shy and quiet classmate. You got along well, to the point that you started dating. That's when Gregory found out that you had more than just a shy side
When you were in public, you were still shy and quiet in communication. However, when you were alone, it was like you became a different person. You became energetic, affectionate and gentle. You often hugged him, joked a lot and you often had flashes of tenderness, during which you kissed him a lot and bit him jokingly, showing your wild side
Every time someone entered the room, you abruptly stopped your actions, as if nothing had happened, and an embarrassed blush appeared on your face. At such moments, Gregory took it upon himself to show feelings in your couple, hugged you and kissed you, not hiding his smile
Gregory liked the fact that he was the only one who knew about your other side. He was the only one who knew that you were shy only in public, while with him you became different, but this did not make him love you less
#south park#south park x reader#south park headcanons#Jimmy Valmer#Jimmy Valmer x Reader#Wendy Testaburger#Wendy Testaburger x Reader#Gregory of Yardale#Gregory of Yardale x Reader
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your hands have always held their own
Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3
Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.
It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.
Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).
'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'
'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.
'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.
'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'
That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.
‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.
‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.
‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.
‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’
‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)
Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.
‘Really?’
‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’
‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.
His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.
Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.
‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.
The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.
‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’
‘You mean-’
‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.
You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.
You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’
The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.
‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’
‘After the heist,’ you promised.
Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.
The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.
You were sure this heist would be one to remember.
#(title is from Violet by Wild Party)#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#I love them the sillies#this is straight up the softest of fluff#I got embarrassed and cringed writing this but I hope it's worth putting out there and someone else will enjoy it#there is NOT enough heist mark content#like what there is in terms of fics is SO GOOD don't get me wrong there's just not a lot#so I hope I can make some decent contributions for the heist stans out there lolol#it's always yancy this and illinois that and I love them too BUT HEIST MARK IS RIGHT THERE??#HE SPECIFICALLY BRINGS UP THAT YOU HAD PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED TO GO ON A DATE? WHY IS MY BOY SO OVERLOOKED#MAKE IT MAKE SENSE#I love this man... sorta underrated ego ngl#maybe bc he gets dumped in with actor which is valid and understandable tbh but like.. he's his own character too :(#sorry I'm very passionate#I'm just a sucker for friends to lovers basically#ahwm#a heist with markiplier#markiplier egos#markiplier cu#heist mark#heist!mark#heist mark x y/n#heist mark x reader#mark iplier#amee writes#partners in crime
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LAVENDER
Redwood Hollow ;; Ruth
word count: 788
“God Frances, what is there to even say about her?” Ruth sometimes felt her mean girl monologues would work better if Sean actually listened to her, he’d gotten it into his head at some point to do a double date with Finlay and Soren, which sounded sad enough on its own until the two of them had disappeared into Gabi’s shop for 20 minutes and not come back.
“She’s so ditzy, you’d think she was doing it on purpose, like one of those girls who does baby voices so boys will like her, but she doesn’t seem to care that no one likes her.” How did they even get to the topic of Frances, she never remembered anymore. When Ruth was younger she was the top of her class, she got scholarships, she had a promising future, and then she ended up here after her dad died and suddenly all those prospects seemed insane, now she was talking with her idiot boyfriend about some girl she hated. She was once going to study internationally on a full ride, what a wild idea.
“She just stinks of lavender constantly! It’s vomit inducing! And she gave me this lavender body mist thing she made, as if I wanna smell like her!” Ruth still remembers the day she ended up in Redwood Hollow, it was stinking hot and her fever had broken after hours, and she could tell because when she woke she felt like her clothes were soaked in sweat. She tried to call for nurse Maria but she didn’t come, so she pushed open the door to the courtyard and basked in the breeze. She started walking, some sort of sickness induced mania driving her forwards until she met the eyes of a girl in a yellow dress. Suddenly she noticed the change from her houses’ courtyard to a thick forest, and then the girl gasped and grabbed her hands.
“Oh my god hi! It’s been so long since someone new appeared!”
And a stark smell of lavender hit Ruth and she realised she could smell again, and she had no idea what had happened.
“Anyway so I need models for these new pieces I’m working on and none of the more mature ladies around fit my style so I think ‘Hey new year new me, let's do some charity’ and ask her and bee girl to help me-”
“You don’t have to call Amari bee girl, I know who Amari is,” Sean interrupts.
“Shut up, Sean!” Ruth groans. “So I ask them to model for me and Frances is all like ‘Oh Ruth your sewing is beautiful’ ‘Ruth this is so good’ ‘Ruth you’re so talented’ like she says my name every sentence like I’m gonna think she’s complimenting Amari, who’d probably think a needle is a new kind of bug to build a house for.”
“I thought you liked getting complimented?”
“I do! When it’s sincere! But Frances is so two faced, she’s lying obviously to make fun of me.”
Sean didn’t look at Ruth as he spoke, “maybe she just thought you were being nice and wanted to be nice back.”
“Fuck off, Sean.”
Ruth hopped off the park bench, her house was down the road and she couldn’t be bothered hunting down Finlay and Soren to finish their “date.”
Sean didn’t chase her, he knew the routine by now.
Takeshi was outside the door and smiled at her as she walked through the front door wordlessly.
At the sound of the door Coen looked up from his crosswords book, holding a mug with a picture of Snoopy on it. “Welcome back, darling, how was your date?”
“Pointless, I never see why Sean likes them, there’s nowhere to go here and nothing to do and it’s not like I’m gaining anything from having the same walk through the park once a week.”
Coen hummed, “That’s okay darling, I’ll let you know when Sean comes over.”
“Thanks Coen, you’re the best.”
Ruth’s room smelled of lavender, Frances had called it a birthday present, that damn body mist, she’d made it from scratch just special, Ruth felt like it was some sort of twisted ploy to make fun of her.
The dress she made lay on the bed, neatly, with all the creases brushed out by hand. So lovingly held. Frances had swooned as soon as she saw it, her eyes growing three times with joy. Ruth knew she was good, but it was validating to hear it from someone else, even if Ruth couldn’t stand her.
Ruth dropped the dress haphazardly onto her desk chair, flopping onto her pillow that smelled strongly of fresh lavender, and waited for her boyfriend to come back and beg for forgiveness.
#enders ocs#enders writing#ruth quezada espinoza#sean rodrigo#redwood hollow#original writing#ocs#original characters
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Wyllvember Day 2: Wyll and Tav/The Devil
A/N:This time I switched Day 3 and Day 2 of @sagscrib 's prompt list to better fit the Wyllweek one by @commander-yinello. Hopefully you guys enjoy and thank you for the feedback on the first one, it warmed my heart that I haven't lost my touch as much as I thought:)
This would have been much, much longer than it already is, but I figured there would be another time for me to elaborate on this relationship. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
WC:820
Ah, how quickly one’s fate can change. Be it through physical or mental changes, it truly puts into perspective how flitting one’s sense of self is in the grand scheme of things. Our minds and bodies ever aging, ever changing. A small cut from a stray cat and your appearance is altered, no matter how small or unperceivable that change may be. The only exception to this is the celestial, fey and fiendish beings, perhaps, and even then, they may pick and choose how to manifest themselves to the mortal eye. And if a mortal soul does indeed at some point decide to drastically change their physiology, be it a druid using their wild shape or a bard deciding that their hair needs a different hue, they do so mostly willingly, and the majority of the time, the change is temporary. Not all are so lucky.
When Mizora enacted her punishment for the breaching of her contract (because it is her contract, no matter how technical one gets), she dragged Wyll Ravengard through the burning river Styx, through the hottest hellfire, and turned him into a devil. Gone was his warm brown eye, replaced by a pool of blood red in a black expanse. His neck was forced to begin to adjust to the curved horns now framing his head like a twisted halo as ridges grew into, and on, his skin, his tongue dividing, ears elongating and nails growing into claws. Where once stood the human Blade of Frontiers, the beloved folk hero, was now unrecognizable to many of his admirers as they cowered at the sight of a devil, crying for their hero to save them from himself.
Such trauma is impossible to overlook. A change so drastic, so shocking, and yet it happened in just a few moments. His entire body changed into one so foreign he almost wanted to believe it to be a bad dream were it not for the weight on his head and the occasional glances from camp members as well as the stares of anyone they met. It is no wonder that the Blade avoided mirrors, for a long while, despite the assurances from their leader and a few others that he was still the handsome Wyll they all knew. It was still too overwhelming, and despite being assured in his choice, having no regrets, it was not something he liked or wanted to think about.
Which is how he found himself alone, with a goblet for company as cheers and laughter, and some singing, rang through the air at the party behind him. He couldn’t bring himself to join them, to walk into that space and bear witness to how conversations turn hushed, and laughter quietens at the sight of him. As the Tieflings, despite knowing it’s just him, feel instinctual fear, drilled into them from Avernus as they regard a devil. So, he doesn’t, choosing instead to spend a night meant for revery in the pits of self-reflection.
When Tav had joined him, he felt both a sense of relief and guilt. Relief that he was sought out, that someone cared, and guilt that his choices were pulling them from a celebration of their victory. As he listed all the reasons why he shouldn’t be seen, they listened patiently, offering soft counterpoints and comforting words where they were needed. He truly believed this night was as good as it could get when they asked if they could kiss him. Their words and facial features feigned confidence as their eyes betrayed fear and anticipation, the corner of their lips twitching in anxiety where they formed a small smile. And he meant to refuse, he should have refused, but he just couldn’t. Not when they looked at him with such sincerity and bashfulness that was beginning to turn into embarrassment and regret as his silence extended for longer than he meant it to. And so, he conceded, deciding that this couldn’t be considered selfishness on his par if they offered, as he leaned in to bestow one single kiss upon their mouth. And oh, what a good decision that was.
Their lips were soft and pillowy. Tav’s kiss was tender, uncertain, as if they didn’t really know what they were doing, but he attributed it to nerves and rustiness. When their fingertips carefully brushed the underside of his jaw, he forced himself to pull away, to put some kind of distance between the two of them, before he wouldn’t have been able to stop. Their giddy smile, heated cheeks and starry eyes made him almost regret that choice, but as they parted ways, both leaving the other some space for their thoughts, he knew there would be a better fitted time for them.
And as he laid down for the night, his dreams already drifting towards the person of his developing affection, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of dancer they were.
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Is Grimm going to be in the fairytale au? And if so is it he gonna be like a Side kick for Mc?
I believe I answered this before, but Grim will not be present. If MC is technically already the sidekick, it'd be a little strange for the sidekick to have a sidekick. Especially since he wouldn't really have a role while MC does. Anyways, I'm gonna be studying like crazy these next few days, but I plan on sacrificing an hour or two of sleep for writing time. Last night I managed to get out of that little writers block, and I wrote like two whole pages for Riddle's result. So it's currently at around nineteen pages. Just to be clear, each of the guys will have some sort of relationship with MC. I won't say what yet, but I want to make them all distinct and unique, you know? So technically while the result will be labeled for the dorm leader, the MC will have a scene with each character from the dorm. It will play out in a sequence of events in the plot.
So for example, I just finished writing Ace's part last night. He'll have a scene in the beginning with the MC. Then I started writing Deuce's part. And later I'll get to Riddle's part, which will be towards the end. With Cater and Trey being more towards the middle.
I think I want each result to be around thirty pages, so in all with all seven results, you can expect over a little about 210 pages plus the questions. That's why I said this project will take time, but I will have time off after my exams so hopefully then I can get a lot more done. I have no idea when this will be complete, but hopefully it will be sooner rather than later.
Anyways, here's a sneak peek at Heartslabyul's result because I literally have no restraint and should not be showing this much so early yet here we are.
Abruptly the doors flew open, nearly causing you to shriek. But you managed to hold your tongue as you quickly placed your crown back on and clutched your staff. When your eyes focused on the door, you were surprised and almost relieved to see the figure of a short young man that had slammed the doors open. He was... rather adorable, actually. It caused you to tilt your head, endeared by his appearance.
The young man had hair that shamed the red roses, and wide gray eyes. As soon as his eyes landed on you, however, his face grew flush and his expression twisted into one of rage. Immediately he slammed the doors shut behind him, stomping up to you, his heels violently clicking against the tiled floors. When the short young man was in your face, another horrible realization dawned on you. With that crown on his head and his wondrous red garbs, this could only be the queen. Or at least, someone meant to be the red queen.
“You knave! Where have you been lurking?!”
“I…” You were at a loss for words. What were you supposed to say? What was the king even doing before you got here? Most importantly, how would you avoid this queen’s wrath?
At your lack of a response, he only seemed to grow more frustrated as he threw wild accusations, “You–– You’ve been sneaking about, seducing the men of my court, haven’t you?! I shall have your head––!”
“Wha–– N-No, I haven’t!” You blurted out. The king was originally beheaded because the queen was jealous and thought she would lose him to others. So if you could assure him that your heart belonged to him, well… survival just might be possible. Although acting wasn’t necessarily your strong point, you could only try for the sake of living another day. Nervously you smiled, throwing aside your staff as you lifted your hands to gently hold his fist he had been angrily waving near your face. Thank god he didn’t have a knife or anything of the sort, or you feared he may have tried to stab you out of raging envy. “H-How could I ever dare to throw my loyalty to you away…? You are amazing…! I apologize sincerely if I haven’t been able to express my love for you properly. Sometimes it feels like you’re really too much for my heart to handle, you in all your… glory…!” Oh god, this was going terribly. All you could do to give the messy act a bow to top it off, was lean your head down and hesitantly kiss the back of his hand.
Miraculously, that seemed to work. Almost. The queen’s face was no longer as flushed, but his gray eyes gazed down at you through his lashes as you lingered at his hand. Suspicion was still evident in his eyes. “How do I know?”
“H-Huh…?”
“How do I know you aren’t lying? How do I know you won’t leave me as well? How do I know that you still love me? Prove it to me.” Those gray eyes of his watched you carefully, seemingly unhappy with your lack of a response. After about five seconds of no answer, his face scrunched up and he bellowed, “Guards!! Gua–– mmph!”
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It's a bit of a random question, but I'm simply curious, how did you start falling in love with the Horned King/what's your origin story with him? Only if you want to share it of course^^ Feel free to also just generally gush or ramble about him!
(also btw I think it's awesome that we share him as an f/o now, I think subconsciously I already knew for a while that I'd fall for him eventually, it was just a matter of time he's just too gorgeous💕)
Ok this ask has given me the warm fuzzies for several weeks so thank you and I guess I should probably answer this now huh -
(also every time someone else pops up who f/o's him I'm Absolutely Delighted and am so glad I helped facilitate your decent into lich simpery)
I'll do IRL and self insert shenanigans, so IRL first:
- the first time I watched the black cauldron I'd be ...about 8 or 9?
- one thing you sincerely must understand about me is that I am, unapologetically, unequivocally, unexpectedly....a weenie.
- much as I adore the spooky and the strange, any film that veers into remotely scary territory, or horror in general, that shit scars me down to the cellular level.
- Power to everyone who can disengage/absorb that stuff healthily because I sure as fuck don't and doubt I ever will. Anyway.
- mum buys me the black cauldron and thinks nothing of it. It's Disney, right?
- anyway yeah uh suffice to say boy golly gee I'd never seen *that* many skeletons animated before. Think my little brother started crying at some point.
- but honestly, something about the films mad dichotomy of attempted cutesy fantasy with grim dark backdrop and off kilter humour enamoured me. And I found myself wanting *more* of the dark parts of the film.
- (still early the full cauldron born scenes were cut. So goddamn salty)
- the Horned King became a lynchpin of fascination, something about his eerie voice, his apathetic yet menacing mannerisms and his degraded appearance really drew me in. Esp his summoning and death scenes.
- I think I started drawing skeletons soon after and they're still the easiest thing for me to draw.
- over decade later when I was depressed as all fuck, I rewatched the film and found myself only really enjoying his scenes, in part because he was the only relatable villain to me at the time. (Eternally tired, quietly dramatic, quick to anger and dismissal. A smorgasbord of things to distract myself from feeling like I was actively decomposing too at the time. Brains are wild.)
- now I like to imagine quietly helping him get to a better place same as I've managed to do :) who needs therapy when you have imaginary lich time.
As for self insert funky times:
- rather than imagining myself in the dark ages, mostly because despite living in the UK my knowledge of that time period is just awful, I imagine a modern setting
- crucially tho the events of the film still happened exactly as shown.
- in this setting my s/I has moved to Wales and accidentally rediscovered the -broken- cauldron, and the remains of the castle. Time itself rusted the old thing and it cracked, letting HK's disheveled soul slip free.
- my S/I is an amateur ecologist, with interest in geology and paleontology and history. (So just me. Straight up me. I can't even pretend here) Once she figures out she's effectively haunted, HK's presence is akin to a field day.
- will she attempt to resurrect him properly? Eh who knows. Maybe. I'm a real fucking sucker for ghosts, esp partial possession or soul bonds.
- magic exists still in this setting, it's just mostly forgotten and thus dismissed. Of course my s/I has latent magic because of course, and I love the idea of HK teaching her as a pseudo bonding activity.
- love just watching HK be bamboozled and overwhelmed by the modern world too. Show this lich a toaster someone-
- very low stakes very chill, just two lonely fools trying to rebuild their 'lives' together. Probably the most weirdly cottage core of my selfships if I'm honest. With more dead things.
So yeah that's pretty much it! Thanks again for the lovely ask, and feel free to tag me in anything lich related 🥰
#thalassa responds#disney villains#the horned king#selfshipping shenanigans#not my first f/o but probably my most consistent!
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My Faygo Review: The Christening
(@dubioushonour and @sudrien, who appeared to be interested in my review)
so. after like three days of it sitting in my fridge i finally trolled up and drunk the damn beverage. we don’t keep ice around the house, so unfortunately i didnt have any available, but i did pour it into a wineglass for decorum’s sake.
Here is the review, coming from my highly defined palette: unfortunately, i really liked it. part of that might just be that artificial grape is my favorite of the modern fruit flavors and i havent had candy like that in a while, but i do think the way the syrup and the fizz of the drink come together make for a really nice beverage. like, its very sweet, and obviously you can taste how unhealthy it is, but it also feels rich and full enough to be genuinely refreshing, in addition to fulfilling my sweet tooth. i can definitely see how trolls get drunk off this stuff.
so, obviously, this is a bit of a problem, because it probably means im going to search out more faygo in the future as a beverage of choice. this is not something you’re supposed to do with a gimmicky meme soda like faygo. if anyone questions me on it, my best bet is probably to pretend ive never heard of insane clown posse, much less a “webcomic” named something like “Homestuck.” if i admitted i ended up finding a soda i really like through a web phenomena as infamous as homestuck, i will be setting myself up for the dunking of a lifetime. enjoying something sincerely is bad enough, enjoying something bad sincerely is even worse. but even after thinking and saying all this, i believe it is still my mission to live as truthfully as possible, as both a homestuck enjoyer and a faygo drinker. we will never know heaven if we are to live in shadow our whole lives, and so, to brave the wilds of mockery is the only choice ahead of us. Anyway, the soda was pretty good, i liked it
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