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[onlyswan]

(in which . . .) the first collection of my drabbles feat. my beloved muse jungkook! ★

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FAQ:

• when and how did they meet for the first time?

- answered: in which music waters a wilting flower on a chilly autumn night (refer to second col.)

• how long have they been in a relationship?

- 2018 until present time <3 anniversary date revealed: in which you don’t want to give up on jungkook (even when he gave you reasons to, even if they give you reasons to) [refer to second col.]

• when did the breakup happen?

- june 2019: in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give (refer to second col.)

• there are sexual or suggestive themes/scenes and allusions to sex in some drabbles but i do not write smut/pwp.

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> “i have created my own worst enemy.” “jungkook, it’s a plushie.”

> “you can lean on me. you can always lean on me.”

> in which jungkook gives you a concussion

> in which one of jungkook’s love language is biting

> in which you have so much love but not so much time

> in which jungkook wants to live forever with you and you love his pretty hair

> in which jungkook likes cooking late at night

> in which you come home drunk and jungkook is confused the entire time

> in which you can’t sleep and jungkook reminisces

> in which you’re jungkook's lip balm fairy and you love his dimples

> in which you’ve found comfort in laying on top of jungkook and you just . . . won’t let go

> in which you and jungkook visit your hometown and a typhoon welcomes you

> in which you and jungkook eat breakfast (in?)front of the fridge

> in which you and jungkook go on an amusement park date

> in which you wake up in the middle of the night without jungkook by your side

> in which jungkook loses you in the grocery store

> in which you and jungkook are just two young souls deeply in love

> in which it’s your turn to take care of jungkook

> in which it’s pouring outside and jungkook is craving s’mores

> in which your feet are hurting but jungkook’s little joys in life are top priority

> in which jungkook is a breath of fresh air and bam loves you

> in which jungkook is team not okay for the perilla leaf debate

> in which it’s jungkook’s turn to steal your clothes

> in which you get your period and jungkook just wants to be with you

> in which you entertain yourself with jungkook’s hair and make a dream come true

> in which jungkook loves much harder than orpheus

> in which you say i love you to jungkook for the first time

> in which you and jungkook splurge on in the seom

> in which you come home tipsy and jungkook is upset

> in which you always come home to jungkook

> in which you and jungkook go on a spontaneous drive

> in which jungkook doesn’t understand you sometimes

> in which you and jungkook get your hands full . . . literally

> in which jungkook loves you, and he wants you both to eat well

> in which jungkook loves doing nothing with you

> in which you really don’t get want to get upset at jungkook, but you are

> in which jungkook kisses you for the first time

> in which jungkook comes home drunk but bam can’t speak

> in which nightmares are made of terrors but jungkook is an evening star

> in which jungkook stumbles with his new pair of eyes

> in which cruel fate leads you and jungkook to bright places

> in which jungkook says i love you for the first time

> in which jungkook doesn’t mind you waking him up— he just wishes it’s not when he’s in the middle of a good dream

> in which christmas is upon us and jungkook just wants to say that he loves you

> in which jungkook won’t tell you what’s wrong and you get emotional motion sickness

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[prkwook]

MUSE 🎨 shen ricky

☆ pairing: artist bf!ricky x gn!reader

☆ genre: fluff

☆ wc: ~ 0.9k

☆ summary: ricky finds a muse in a stranger that would eventually become his one true love

☆ warnings: use of petnames (love, babe, hot stuff), y/n is called beautiful by ricky

☆ note: based on a req i got recently asking for artist ricky & of course i had to bc who doesn't love artist ricky?

"the gracious muse who tuned my soul to pure harmonies, i became fond of her, and, as it often seemed to me, she of me." - ludwig van beethoven

Being a musician, you always heard talk about having a muse but you never expected to be someone’s. You certainly had found your own in your longtime boyfriend, Ricky. When you love someone as much as you loved him, creating art with them in mind becomes second-nature. Little did you know that he felt the same way about you long before you met.

“Hey y/n, do you mind if we stop by my studio on the way home? I forgot my paint brushes there this afternoon and I need them for class tomorrow. It’ll be quick, I promise.” your blond-haired boyfriend says to you as he helps you get your coat on.

“Yeah, of course!” you respond with a smile. You secretly love going to his art studio. You’ve always loved seeing his art, seeing the things he can create with just a pencil, some paint and paintbrush. In the past 3 years you’ve been together, his talent has never ceased to amaze you.

“Thank you, y/n.” he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead. The familiar feeling of butterflies creeps up and makes you blush. In order to distract him from your rosy cheeks, you take hold of his hand and lead him out of the Thai restaurant you were regulars at. 

As always, he walks over with you to the driver side of the car he bought you for your first anniversary and opens the door for you. In an effort to make you laugh, he pretends to climb into the driver seat. He pats the covered passenger seat and without missing a beat, he says “Hop in, hot stuff, let me take you for a ride.” in the most Chad voice ever, finishing off the bit with a wink. You laugh and give him a small slap to the arm. Mission = success! 

Still laughing, you respond with “Okay Max Verstappen… you and what license?” As he climbs out of the car, he says something along the lines of “fair” and then offers you his hand to help you into the seat he had just occupied. Once he’s seated in his passenger princess throne, he queues up your go-to playlist and buckles up. You don’t need any directions since you know the route by heart. You can’t even count how many times you’ve driven these roads, bringing pick-up to his studio so you can keep him company on those inevitable late nights. 

You park in your usual spot and hop out. Just like the gentleman he is, Ricky is already at your side, ready to offer a hand for you to take and as always, you take it and walk with him into the studio. Once you walk in, Ricky departs to go find his missing items with a “I’ll be right back, love.” and you’re left by yourself and his art. Looking around, a sketchbook laying open on his desk catches your eye. At first, you don’t want to look but curiosity gets the best of you and you sneak a glance. It’s a sketch of you sitting on stage with your cello, deeply immersed in the piece you were playing but somehow you still look completely at peace.

You remember that day like it was yesterday. It was the spring talent show and your high school orchestra teacher had signed you up without you knowing. You found out a day after the deadline to drop out, so you were stuck doing it. The day of, your stage fright was so bad that you almost considered just not showing up, but something in the back of your mind told you that you had to go and so you did. When it was your turn, you walked nervously out onto stage with your cello in one hand and your sheet music in the other. Once seated, you looked out into the audience and made eye contact with a red-haired boy. He smiled at you and nodded, as if queuing you up to start. During the song, you would periodically glance over at him and he was always there with a smile and a look of encouragement. That red-haired boy not only turned out to be the boy you now call your boyfriend but also that was the day that you discovered your love for the cello. 

“Hey babe, what is this?” you called out to Ricky, who was now walking back towards you, paintbrushes in hand.

“Oh, this? Nothing, just my old sketchbook from high school. Why?”  

“Look at this. We didn’t even know each other then.” you say with a laugh. 

“I know. I just thought you looked beautiful while playing. And clearly, I like drawing beautiful things.” He gestures to the wall behind him that’s full of sketches and paintings clearly inspired by you. 

“Wait… when did you do this? I’ve never seen this before.”

“It was kind of supposed to be a surprise for your birthday but I forgot so … Surprise!” He sheepishly grins and attempts to do jazz hands.

All you can do is laugh and pull him in. You give him a kiss and look him in the eyes. 

“Thank you, sweet boy. It’s beautiful.”

You realize in this moment that you would give anything to be able to be his muse in every life.

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[lost-between-letters]

Acquired Taste

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader (she/her)

Requested by: @cherryyyangel

Word Count: 1,710

Summary: Jack discovers his love for music and Y/N discovers that having a cuddly crush sucks. (Or maybe that it doesn't at all)

A/N: remember how I asked for Jack prompts? Like a million years ago? Yeah, this is one of them, sorry that it took me so fucking long - but hey, I'm back! (We're ignoring that this fic is just three moments in a trenchcoat, okay?)

"What are you doing there?" Jack leaned down and peered over her shoulder in an attempt to get a better look at her phone.

Y/N looked up, startled by his voice cutting through the music blaring through her earphones. And his presence behind her. She could have sworn that she had been alone in the library a few moments ago. "Hm?"

"On your phone," he clarified and pointed at the list of songs she was contemplating, "what's that?"

"Oh that." Y/N stopped. Stared down at the device. Was he asking how Spotify worked or about the concept of music? "I'm making a playlist. For the next road trip."

"But Dean's choosing the music?"

Jack's forehead crinkled up cutely and Y/N had to physically stop herself from reaching up and smoothing it over. Instead she snorted once. "Yeah and it's always the same fucking three albums. No offence to AC/DC but there's only so much I can hear of back in black before I start to bite things."

"That's true." Jack nodded and pulled out a chair for himself.

Y/N swallowed the giddy feeling she got when their knees touched. Angels. No concept of personal space. That had to be it.

"And Dean's okay with your playing your own music in the car?" Jack's voice pulled Y/N from her daydreams. The second time today.

She snorted again.

"One, I don't particularly care if Dean is 'okay' with my choice of music," Y/N made air quotation with her fingers that made Jack laugh, "and two, I'm using earphones. Saves me quite a lot of headaches usually."

"That's very smart."

A moment of somber musing followed where Y/N alternated between watching Jack's face and pretending that she wasn't.

Then, Jack perked up again. "Can we share?"

"What?" Her weird staring obsession?

"The earbuds," he clarified, "I wanna know what kinda music you like."

Oh. Yeah, that made much more sense. Y/N scrambled for them, hoping that her cringing wasn't showing too hard on her face. "Sure, here."

"Thank you," Jack smiled politely and plucked the tiny bud from her fingers as if he was totally unaware of what their brushing fingers did to Y/N.

Which was mostly due to the fact that he probably was totally unaware of what their brushing fingers did to Y/N. Jesus Christ, she had to get a grip.

Then, Jack tapped her forearm excitedly and pointed to her phone. "I like that song!"

Oh, he was going to be the death of her. Why did he have to have good taste on top of everything else?

"Me too," Y/N smiled weakly when the familiar tunes of her favourite song filled her ear. At least Jack was too absorbed in his own mind to notice that her voice wasn't as cheerful as it should have been.

Having a crush sucked.

Twenty minutes into the drive, Y/N felt something poke her shoulder. Grudgingly, she pulled one earbud free and looked at Jack.

Who was smiling at her hopefully. "Can we share the music again?"

It took her a moment to remember what Jack was referring to - she had been halfway asleep already when they had entered the car. "Uh, sure."

Y/N handed her left earbud over and stifled a grin. It was just music. Nothing to get excited about.

She skipped through her playlist, rearranging and deleting a few songs that felt too off to listen to with Jack together. Too intimate, too much like baring her soul already. Not that she would say that out loud.

"Can we keep listening to the last one?" Jack asked softly when Y/N changed her mind just short of the chorus.

"Oh, sure." And really, she had to expand her vocabulary sooner or later.

It didn't help that Sam was watching them, an amused sparkle in his eyes at her fumbling. So Y/N glared at him through the rearview mirror to which he merely raised an eyebrow.

Jack - unaware of the silent argument - nodded once and scooted a little closer so that the chord of the earphones was hanging loosely between them. "Thank you. I really like your music taste."

"Thanks," she said softly, afraid that if she spoke any louder she might be squealing. Good job at playing it cool, Y/N.

It didn't get any better when Jack's head dropped on her shoulder another twenty minutes later or when he snuggled into her side like he belonged there.

She pointedly ignored Sam and Dean's glances while she tentatively relaxed against the boy next to her and drifted off.

Slowly, a habit formed from there on.

At first, the sharing-music-thing was strictly related to the long hours on the road when neither of them could stand Dean's tapes anymore.

But soon Jack got his own phone and set up his own Spotify account. He was almost constantly listening to music then, together with Y/N or on his own.

They had multiple shared playlists to which they listened to almost every waking hour. It drove Dean up the walls for some reason.

Not that Y/N cared particularly about what Dean thought about her music consumption or who she shared it with. She had to admit that it was pretty funny though to see him fume whenever he spotted the two of them connected by the chord of the earphones snuggled up on one of their beds. Which was all of the time.

"Hey Y/N," Jack was leaning against her doorframe - he was hovering uncharacteristically.

"Hi Jack." Y/N smiled and didn't even try to fight the warm feeling bubbling up. "Did you turn into a vampire or why are you waiting to be invited inside?"

Jack frowned at her (admittedly awkward) joke. "I never quite got that piece of lore. What sense would it make that a vampire couldn't get inside without explicit permission?"

"Dunno, makes you feel like you're somewhat in control?" She guessed half heartedly.

"I don't get it."

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah me neither. Did you want something Mr vampire?"

"Oh uh-" it actually looked like Jack was blushing, "-I uh wanted to show you a playlist I made."

Her heart was doing somersaults already. This is not a rom com Y/N scolded herself before her hopes could get the better of her. So she planted a friendly smile on her face and patted the empty spot next to her.

"C'mon then. Show me."

Jack smiled back somewhat nervously and sat down a little closer than she had anticipated. But again, no protest from Y/N. He nearly dropped his phone when he unlocked it though he managed to reduce the shaking to a minimum when he handed the earphones over.

Y/N was positively melting.

It got better though.

The first song in the playlist was a familiar tune - it was the one she had played for him when they had started this.

She was bobbing her head to the beat by the time it moved to the second song - a much slower one. More romantic, maybe a little cheesy but she liked it.

And Jack seemed to do so too. He was watching her intently so Y/N spoke up. "It's really good! I like the playlist."

"Thank you." Jack was still studying her, a glimmer in his eyes that she couldn't pin point.

A wave of sadness crashed into Y/N unexpectedly. Surely, Jack didn't know about the implications of making a playlist full of romantic songs for someone. Probably just had discovered them by accident and wanted to show her.

Deflated by her own mind, Y/N dropped back against the pillows, fighting to keep the smile on her face.

But something must have slipped.

Jack's expression fell. "You don't like it, do you?"

"Of course I do," she assured hurriedly, "I really like all those songs."

Somehow, that seemed to make it worse.

Jack pulled his legs up to his chest, eyes trained on his phone. "But that's not what I meant."

Colour her confused.

When he made no move to elaborate, Y/N reached forward and placed a tentative hand on his knee. "What did you mean then?"

"You don't like what I was saying with the playlist, right?"

And God, Y/N would give her left arm to wipe that expression off his face. But Jack wasn't making sense right now so she had to keep asking.

Surely he couldn't mean what she was hoping he did, right?

"Can you say it directly for me then? Maybe I like that better," Y/N tried again.

Jack just looked at her miserably. "I was trying to say that I really like you. But you don't like me back."

Dumbfounded, Y/N stared at him but Jack was already barreling on with a smile that looked closer to tears than anything else. "And that's okay! I just - I just need a moment."

And then he got up to leave.

He made it to the door before Y/N had processed what Jack just said.

Faster than she thought it possible, she had jumped up and blocked his way. It was definitely possible that she was feeling a little dizzy from the motion though.

"What do you mean I don't like you back?"

"You don't," He said but his voice was wavering, "or do you?"

"Wasn't that painfully obvious?" Y/N asked, a helpless laugh stuck in her throat, "Jesus, I've been pining for you since you dyed Dean's apron pink with me and you never noticed?"

"I didn't," Jack was looking down at her so earnestly, so full of painful vulnerability that Y/N just had to reach up and cup his cheek.

Briefly, time froze. Did she really do that? Jack's eyes were wide as saucers, maybe not as surprised by the touch itself but the intention behind it. Not that Y/N could blame him.

She was pretty sure that the last time she had had this kind of courage scraped together she had just killed her first monster.

"Can I kiss you now?" Y/N was whispering. It felt wrong to break the silence but she had to. Or else the tension might kill her.

Jack turned his cheek deeper into her touch. Reached around her waist gingerly. Tilted his chin just a fraction and let a radiant smile overcome his face. "Please."

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[mysticmyths]

🧚 I’m summoning all my medieval fantasy lovers who enjoy throwing headcanons around, plotting together, enthusiasm that is mutual, creating Pinterest boards and playlists. I really want to meet a writing partner who has the same passion for what we write, I want to completely immerse ourselves into the world we create and freak out over the couple we create. I only feel comfortable writing with non binary and women. It makes me uncomfortable to write with a cis man. I myself am a woman, in case you’re curious. I’m 21 so I ask that my writing partners be 18+!

I’m looking for somebody who will want to stay up til late because we’re too excited to sleep, I want a friend as well as a writing partner. I’m mainly looking for mxf pairings right now, I’m fine with playing whichever gender. Truly doesn’t matter to me.

I’d really like for our plot to include enemies to lovers and kingdoms at war, and other suggestions I have are ; arranged marriages, sunshine x grumpy, fated soul mates, morally grey characters, spicy female characters, villain gets the girl. I’d really love to write as or write against a female muse who has depth to her and isn’t overly submissive. I want complexed characters. I want spice.

I’m a sucker for one human muse (even if temporarily) and the other a fantasy creature. Though it isnt required! It’s optional. I love the angst and all of that to go with it. I don’t have a particular storyline that I’m set on but I do know I want kingdoms at war, enemies to lovers and potential mates if you like Idea. I adore soulmate plots.

I am an advanced writer ranging from adv lit to novella. Anything else bores me I’m sorry! I’d prefer for our story to have spice in it, I feel like it adds so much to the story. I write solely on discord.

For face claims I prefer realistic, be that as real life people or AI’s. The option is open!

If you’re interested in getting to know me better and discussing a possible roleplay, interact and I’ll message you! But please, I ask you only interact if you’re willing to give the same kind of energy back. I’m a very excitable person and to receive none of the enthusiasm back in return, will likely cause me to grow disinterested. I just want to make friends and make a beautiful story! As for pairings, I would like for it to be a wlm pairing. I’m contented to play either a male or female muse! Most of my characters are the villain / morally grey type, so please be accepting of that. It’s what I feel most comfortable with.

Feel free to message me or you can wait for me to message you!

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[whatacaitastrophe]

Everything Has Changed - Chapter 1

Previous Chapter: Prologue

Chapter Song Inspiration: "As It Was" - Harry Styles

Chapter Warnings: none

Spotify Playlist: Here

Chapter 1: Gravity's Holding You Back

“You know, when I first decided I was going to Asha, it never occurred to me that I would be camping again.” Astarion mused with a disgruntled sigh. “I really didn't think this through.” 

“At least we have horses, this time.” Fallon pointed out, patting her own horse’s neck gently after dismounting. Her feet hit the ground with a soft thud and she surveyed the clearing they’d chosen to stop in for the evening. “I think here will be fine. I feel like we haven’t seen another soul for miles.” 

“That could as equally be a bad thing as it is good, though, we all know that.” Gale added cautiously.

Astarion and Fallon look at each other in surprise when Gale speaks. “I’ll– I’ll be sure to be extra thorough when I do my rounds before dinner.” Astarion assured him, failing to mask the surprise in his tone, and Gale just nodded in response. 

Since Mystra dropped Gale on their doorstep a fortnight ago, the ordinarily overly-talkative former wizard had become the exact opposite. The first couple of days were the strangest, when Gale didn't speak to anyone at all. After that initial shock-induced mental breakdown, Gale was near catatonic to the point that there were moments Fallon was not entirely sure he was breathing. Questions were met with a nod or a shake of his head if the question could be answered by “yes” or “no,” but anything beyond that was met with a blank stare (oftentimes at the space on the wall behind Fallon or Astarion’s ears, never looking them in the eye). It was not until Tara appeared the evening before they left that either of them heard Gale’s voice again. 

“Where is he?!” Tara had shrieked at Fallon like a distraught mother. Startled by the presence of the tressym, Fallon did nothing other than point to the guest room with her mouth open. 

“Did you know Gale’s cat could talk?” Astarion asked with a chuckle. 

“She’s a tressym,” Fallon corrected automatically, following after Tara. “And yes, I did, but she never deigned to speak to me the last time I saw her.”

“Gale Dekarios! How dare you leave your mother’s house like that! You don’t say goodbye, you don’t leave a note; you just up and disappear without a word!” Tara was sitting on Gale’s chest, batting him aggressively with her paw over the exact spot where the scar from The Netherese Orb lingers.

“Well, at least he didn’t just do it to you,” Astarion whispered with amusement and Fallon swats his bicep. Astarion frowned at her. “Oh, are we not joking about this yet?”

“Not right this second, no!” Fallon hissed quietly, her eyes never leaving the scene in front of her. 

“Your mother and I were worried sick, and then, when I show up in Elysium to ask that witch where you are, she tells me you’re gone! The way she said it, too, you would have thought you died. I’m not proud of the threats, the begging, I had to resort to just to find out where she’d taken you to. Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Mr. Dekarios!”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” Gale apologized quietly. 

“Yes, because not saying goodbye or leaving a note is absolutely the correct thing to do when you don’t want someone to worry. Honestly, boy, you’re smarter than this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you will be when your mother hears from you,” Tara scolded, turning her attention to Fallon and Astarion in the doorway. “You have a sending stone, yes? Bring it here so this idiot can call his mother.”

Tara was all tough love with Gale, but it worked. After the tressym departed, Gale began to at least verbally respond when spoken to, but it was rare he contributed to conversations Fallon and Astarion were having. Most of the time he kept to himself and just read. Fallon honestly was not sure if his silence was because he thought they didn't want him around, or something else entirely. Admittedly, she hadn't taken the time to ask. It wasn't that Gale’s presence was unwelcome, but it was certainly awkward, and that awkwardness was only punctuated by Gale’s relative unresponsiveness. 

At least Gale made up for his awkward silence by doing all the cooking. It was a task that Gale truly enjoyed, something he’d made known the last time they traveled together, so Fallon didn’t feel like they were taking advantage of him by letting him do it. Plus, she had a feeling he was fairly desperate to be of some use to them since he no longer could do magic. 

The surprises continued that evening while they all sat around the campfire, consuming the meal Gale had made for them, when Gale spoke again. “I– I wanted to thank you. Both of you,” he starts, setting his fork down on his plate. “I know I’ve been rather quiet as of late. Finding words in the wake of what happened has been shockingly difficult. On top of my grief, I suppose you could say I was embarrassed by the way Mystra just…dropped me at your doorstep– which by the way, I can assure you that I did not ask her to do– because out of all the people I hurt in doing what I did, I hurt the two of you the most.” 

Gale averted his gaze from the two of them to stare into the fire, and Fallon immediately took the opportunity to steal a look at Astarion, who looked as shocked as she felt. Before either of them can say anything, Gale spoke again. “Bringing me to the two of you, specifically, Mystra knew it would hurt me. I suspect she knew it would hurt you, too, and for that I apologize. Still, that wasn’t the part I was embarrassed by; the part that made me feel ashamed of myself: it was the way the both of you were so quick to protect me. From her. From myself. You didn’t even hesitate when considering whether or not to bring me along on this journey. After all I’ve done, it would have been all too easy for the both of you, especially you, Fallon, to throw me into the streets of Baldur’s Gate and wish me the best. Or the worst. That’s what I deserved.”

Fallon responded with a noise of disapproval and opened her mouth to interject, but Gale raised his hand to stop her from speaking. “My point is that, despite all I put you through, you’ve shown me an incredible amount of kindness and given me far more grace than I’ve even allowed myself; and for that, I’m very, very grateful. I have no illusions that all I’ve done is suddenly forgiven just because you helped me, but please know I plan to earn that forgiveness in whatever way I can.” 

Silence fell between the three of them again, but it’s already a far more comfortable silence than what they’ve experienced for the last fortnight. “Can I speak now?” Fallon asked, but she also didn’t wait for anyone to tell her yes or no before continuing. “You’re right, Gale, you fucked up. You really fucked up, and I can only speak for myself here when I say this, but you’re also right that I haven’t forgiven you yet,” The wounded look on Gale’s face tugged at Fallon’s heart, because he’d clearly been expecting this. It didn’t make Fallon feel guilty for being honest with him, but it did make her sad that even Gale had come to think so little of himself that he believed he didn’t deserve basic human decency. 

“That said, what Mystra did to you…I don’t care that you went to her and asked her to take away your immortal status, or that you chose to sever your connection to her and The Weave. The way she went about it, and the way she made you choose between immortality and magic altogether, was unnecessarily cruel. I’ve always thought Mystra’s use of the extreme to get what she wants is unnecessarily cruel; ever since she sent Elminster to tell you to detonate yourself to earn her forgiveness. Wizard or not, you never stopped being a human being, and therefore you never deserved her cruelty. You did not deserve what she did to you simply because you hurt me or because of any other mistakes you’ve made where Mystra is concerned in the past. For that alone, there was never a world where I would have left you behind.”

Astarion reached over and took Fallon’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “As someone whose fate was once tied to a different kind of cruel master, I agree. I can’t say I will ever understand what Ao was thinking when they made that one a goddess.” A weak smile appeared on Gale’s face. “Thank you, both of you. Even if I haven’t yet earned your forgiveness, hearing you say I did not deserve Mystra’s cruelty still means a great deal to me. As does your gesture of sanctuary and your company.” 

The rest of their meal was punctuated by small talk, but at least they were all talking. In Fallon’s opinion, small talk was infinitely better than the awkward silence they’d all been suffering through for the past few weeks. Once they finished, Fallon dismissed herself to go wash up before bed, leaving Astarion and Gale behind, and alone together for the first time since Gale arrived. 

Astarion watched Gale closely as the former wizard moved about the campfire, cleaning up after the meal. If he’s being honest with himself, Astarion hadn't completely decided whether or not he believed Gale is as sorry as he says he is. The god version, well, demi-god version of Gale reminded Astarion a lot of Cazador. Perhaps not as evil or sadistic as Cazador had been, but that same conniving air to get what they wanted, with little care to who got hurt in the process, was certainly present. It was the same sort of manipulation Astarion once employed on victims of his own, back when he was forced to do Cazador’s bidding. “Speaking for myself, I haven’t forgiven you yet, either.” Astarion drawled once he was certain Fallon was out of earshot. 

Gale stopped moving and smirked. “I was wondering when you’d say something,” he replied with a shake of his head. “We may not be terribly close, but I’d like to think I do know you well enough to know when you’re biting your tongue.” 

“Well spotted, wizard– oh, sorry. Old habits.” Astarion wasn’t sorry, and he suspected they both knew it. 

“Whatever it is you were waiting to say until Fallon was gone, you’d better say it quickly. She hates being cold, so I can’t imagine she’ll be gone long.” 

Gale’s verbal hit lands, and Astarion’s blood boils at the subtle reminder that Gale knew Fallon as well as Astarion did, and that the man also had her once. Not only that, but that he’d had her first. “Do you remember when we found Scratch near the goblin camp? Fallon immediately invited the dog back to our camp and told him how to find us. Was having a dog around practical, given the situation we were in? Of course not. A dog was another mouth to feed, another living being to protect. Still, Scratch came back to our camp and joined our little party and we dealt with it, because Fallon said so, and helping a creature that couldn’t help itself made her happy. Though it goes without saying that if Scratch had ever harmed Fallon back then despite her kindness, none of us would have hesitated to kill the beast.”

Gale’s body went still as Astarion spoke. “When I look at you, all I see is another stray dog that Fallon insisted on bringing home. I don’t particularly want a dog, but I was never going to deny her so now I have to deal with you being here whether I like it or not,” Astarion stood up and walked over to Gale. While he does not tower over Gale like Halsin does, the height difference is certainly enough for it to be intimidating when Astarion wants it to be. He subtly bares his fangs at Gale. “And if Fallon’s new dog bites her or causes her any harm whatsoever, I will not hesitate to put it down. Do I make myself clear?” 

To his credit, if Astarion’s threats made Gale nervous, it did not show on the other man’s face. “Message received.” Gale nodded as he stepped away from Astarion and continued to clean up the remaining dishes he used to cook. Gale started to leave to take the dishes to the nearby stream for cleaning, but he stopped walking just a few feet away from the campfire. Then, of all things, the ex-wizard laughed softly. “You left out one very key part of that story in your very thinly-veiled threat, Astarion.” 

“Oh? And what part was that?” Astarion asked curiously. 

Gale turned back to look at Astarion with a smug smile on his face. “You may not have wanted Scratch in camp at first, Astarion. However if my memory serves me correctly, on the nights Scratch was not curled up at Fallon’s side, he could be found curled up beside you. Fallon may have brought him home, but you secretly adored him as much as she did.” 

With that, Gale walked out into the darkness with a torch to do the dishes. As Astarion watched him walk away, an unexpected feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. If he didn’t know better, Astarion would say Gale Dekarios had just flirted with him; but Astarion does know better. Doesn’t he?

“What the hells was that?” 

Chapter List

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[rewritingrosie]

ᥫ᭡ roleplay partner search !

hello, hello! I’m Rosie, and I’m calling for all those actively seeking new roleplay partners! I’m aiming to pick up a couple new writing partners, as I am 20, all applicants are preferably 18+ at minimum! check and see whether we’d be a match! ‹𝟹

about me !

Hello, hello! I just turned 20 this year in october! I’m a front desk receptionist in the hospitality industry currently, though I’m intending to go to school for psychology in the next year!

I’ve been role-playing / co-writing for about 4-5 years, DnD for about 2 years, and it's a beloved past-time of mine! If I’m not writing or working, I’m spending time with my boyfriend or cats, or playing a game! Eventually, my big dream is to publish a book, even if it's with a writing partner — but really I just enjoy creating!

ཐི WRITING PARTNER QUALIFICATIONS:

AGE RANGE, OTHER:

18-27! I’m not comfortable with writing with minors or men, regardless of whether the content is NSFW. I prefer to write with women or nonbinary individuals over men for the sake of comfort!

PAIRINGS:

I enjoy writing FxM, with me playing the female, unless we double! In that case, I’ll make your sweet dream of a character any day! :)

DURATION:

Longterm partners preferred, not into one-shots! We put a lot of our energy into our stories, and I don't like to see that go to waste! When one story ends, I love to see another begin!

ACTIVITY & OOC CHATTER:

fairly active! As we all have lives, provided you let me know if something pops up, I don't mind at all if you can only do 1-2 responses per day! That being said, I am VERY OOC-chatter friendly! I love brainstorming head-cannons, making playlists, pinterest boards (as a pinterest fiend), send tiktoks, and oc info sheets! I also want to just be friends with my writing partners!! It makes the writing come easier, and we spent a lot of time together! :)

PLOTTERS, NOT PANTSERS:

I prefer to be able to world-build to some degree with my partners, even if it's in a modern setting! I want to have someone as invested as I am! Of course, it's perfectly okay if the energy pulls us in an opposite direction later when we get to know our characters better, but the effort is what's important!

WRITING DETAILS:

I typically write in 3rd person, and can comfortably write 3-5 paragraphs per response, while I can scale up if I’m excited! While I can write more, I do tend to have slower responses the longer they are, and can get overwhelmed once we head into the Novella area! :) But I’ll always communicate that! Genre-wise, I thrive in high, dark, or urban fantasy, but I also enjoy historical or modern settings as well!! I LOVE writing romance, and fluff, so don't be scared if high intensity rp’s aren't your thing — I’m a big softie!

N/SFW: I am N/SFW friendly, but this is not mandatory by any means for any of my partners! I prefer tasteful spice — 20/80 to 30/70, and by that, I mean I want the chemistry to be there, and I want our focus to be on connection and plot-building! :)

FANDOM / ORIGINAL:

I prefer writing originals over fandom-based stories! That doesn’t mean we can't taken inspiration though!

SOME TROPES / PAIRINGS I ENJOY /DYNAMICS:

enemies-to-lovers, rivals, forbidden love (not to be mistaken with taboo!), secret identity, soulmates or ‘bonded’ souls (soulmate tattoos), opposites, protection tropes, academic rivals, deity with a mortal, artist with muse, assassins sent to kill each other, fake dating, forced proximity, royalty ANYTHING, dating shows, masked character, fallen angels, detectives x criminal, and a LOT more!

* the roleplay itself will take place on discord! I like making personalized servers for us! If interested, feel free to dm! can’t wait to chat!!!

#roleplay #roleplay partner search #roleplay partner wanted #roleplay partner ad #literate roleplay #18+ only #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #fantasy #romance #fxm #1x1 rp search #lit rp #advanced literate rp #writing partner

[youchangedmedestiel]

I had a convo with @morallygreyintrovert about an idea of a fic with songs for Sam, Dean and Cas (like in Zoey's Extraordinary playlist for those who know this show). Her post is there if you want to take a look. I told her I had a list of songs somewhere, so there it is, I thought I could share it with the class while I'm at it.

Sorry Dean, but I would have loved to see that (and there is definitely some singing in SPN). Anyway, here are the songs I thought about:

Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) by Journey (for season 4) Dean could sing this to Cas when he is still bind to Heaven (and goes through repetitive brain washing sessions). Jensen would totally be able to perform this song like in the video and I would pay a big amount of money to see that, and Misha walking like the girl in the clip with his own trench coat, I can totally picture that one in my head.

I feel you by Depeche mode (for season 4-5) Cas would be the one singing this one and it would be about the famous profound bound between them, when Cas starts feeling for the first time, doubting, and being drawn to Dean, to his "precious soul".

Never tear us apart by INXS (for season 4-5 or 8) Cas again would sing this to Dean, the "two worlds collided" in the song could be Heaven and Earth, angels' world and humans' world that could never tear them apart. Despite their differences, Cas loves Dean’s "precious heart".

Couldn’t stop caring by The Spiritual Machines (for season 5) this one is only for Dean, he would sing this one for himself, while he is fighting against the destiny (the “she” in the song), while the Apocalypse is about to happen and the angels are pressuring him to say yes to Michael, insisting he could be the one to stop it because it’s his destiny. And the title, I mean, it's Dean, "the most caring man on Earth" as Cas said it himself (15x18).

The way I feel by 12 Stones (for season 8) That’s just Dean in Purgatory, while searching for Cas. Feeling how much he needs him and how much he hates feeling like this. And the praying part, well you, "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" (8x02).

Next to me by Imagine Dragons (for season 8-9) This one is for Dean not feeling he is worth anything, but despite everything bad he did (not being able to save Cas from Purgatory, kicking him out of the bunker, etc.) and feeling like he let Cas’s down, well Cas stays by his side and Dean doesn’t understand why.

Killed or Be killed by Muse (for season 9) It’s MoC!Dean, it has fear, love, demons and fate in it. It has everything and it’s just perfect.

I wanna be your slave by Måneskin (for season 10) I don’t know if someone thought about that one before, maybe I’m totally wrong but I think it could be Demon!Dean about Cas, because despite being a demon Dean would still not be normal about Cas and without his human filters it could totally go that way. Too bad we didn’t see more of Demon!Dean with Cas, otherwise we would have seen this. You know in the karaoke bar, Cas enters and Dean is on the stage drunk singing this to him. Just imagine.

I won’t say I’m in love from Hercules (for season 13) When Cas comes back from the Empty, Dean would totally sing that and the muses that sing here could be Balthazar, Metatron, Crowley, Charlie, and Sam (maybe they could be even more, like Benny for example could also be here, but there’s only five muses in the movie). 

Stole my heart by Tanner Cherry (for season 15) I don’t know why but I can totally picture Cas singing this to Dean in the dungeon instead of that heartbreaking confession, and it’s already funnier to think about it.

Bonus:

I’m so excited by Pointer Sister Dean should sing that to Cas if he can’t use his own words to say what he feels, plus it would be fun to see that. Another big amount of money I would spent just to watch this happen on my screen.

Let’s have intercourse by Crazy ex-girlfriend Dean could sing this one to Cas, and of course, there would also be the dancing part.

I was made for lovin’ you by Kiss I don’t know why but I can totally picture that one too, where Cas sings this to Dean. Same thing, lots of money to see that.

Country boy by Alan Jackson the last one but not the least. Do you know who would sing that to who? Dean to Cas, human or without his wings, and it’s even funnier because those two idiots in love met on September 2008, which happens to be the date of release of this song. So it’s destiny, plus the country thing with cowboys hat and all, this song is obviously about them. Like almost every other songs on the planet since I saw them meet on my screen.

Anyway, I think I rediscovered all my playlists with Destiel ears and that's how you got what's above. Hope you'll like the ideas, or at least the songs. There's FOR SURE more songs that could be there, don't hesitate to share with the class.

#destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #my brain is altered #that's nothing new #I already knew that #you probably knew it too #that's just another evidence #whatever #when I say destiel changed me #i'm not kidding #I can't even listen to music and think about something else than them apparently #I had fun writing this post and thinking about how it could fit in canon #spn season 4 #spn season 5 #spn season 8 #spn season 9 #spn season 10 #spn season 13 #spn season 15 #destiel songs

[witchthewriter]

What music do you think the knights of camelot and merlin would listen to? like if they had spotifys what would they be filled with? this is such a random thought I had omg im so sorry but id love to hear your thoughts!

I love this question!

・Merlin, Gwaine and Lancelot are diehard Whitney Houston fans

・Unholy by Sam Smith would definitely be in Arthur's and Gwaine's playlists

・They ALL love Ms Jackson by Outkast. It could probably be their group song - like when girls get excited in the club and all look at each other when their song comes on

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧:

・He would LOVE Fleetwood Mac, especially Rhiannon and Dreams. He would turn that sh*t up and dance around the room with his eyes closed, absolutely vibing

・Kate Bush!!! Running Up That Hill!!!

・Also loves Greta Van Fleet, especially their song Heat Above

・His music taste is very indie, pop-rockesque

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫:

・Kings of Leon, would blush when he first heard Sex on Fire but absolutely fall in love with their 'Come Around Sundown' album

・Loves House of the Rising Sun but the cover by Muse

・The Arctic Monkeys. He would have their album AM, 24/7. It drives Merlin insane

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧:

・Really likes Leonard Cohen, particularly

・One of his favourite songs is O' Children” by Nick Cave. Another is Hoist That Rag by Tom Waits

・Leon likes music that touches the part of him that he doesn't show. The deep part, the emotional part.

・LOVES MITSKI!!!! Even though Mitski talks about women's issues, Leon can feel her through the music. He feels the exact emotion that Mitski does

𝐆𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞:

・ABBA he would die anytime Dancing Queen came on. Like do this lil squeal and pull Merlin onto the dancefloor

・Loves Kylie Minogue's Spinning Around - would totally make up a dance for it

・Lana Del Rey! Oh my god he would so romanticise himself when he listens to her music

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭:

・This could be argued but I kinda feel like he'd love heavy metal. Like Black Sabbath, Metallica, Led Zepplin

・Would LOVE the band Idles, especially Never Fight A Man With A Perm

・Is strongly against the fact that Elvis stole a lot of songs from the black community. Elyan showed him Big Mama Thornton's original of Hound Dog and he nearly transcended when he listened to it

𝐄𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐧:

・Destiny Child - can sing Say My Name word for word. Literally has perfect timing.

・Loves loves loves soulful, passionate music that has a lot of history or a story behind it

・Young Hearts Run Free by Candi Stanton

・Labrinth; Yeah I Fcken Did It & All For Us

・Double Trouble by Otis Rush. I think Elyan would love the electric guitar, the saxophone, but I also think he'd be really good at playing an instrument?? I'm thinking the drums or maybe even piano. Like a headcanon that his father or mother made him learn it when he was young, and he hated it but later on in life it's useful

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥:

・He would love movie soundtracks/scores. Like Flying with Mother by John Powell (How to Train Your Dragon) and Dance of the Druids by Bear McCreary. He would have so much knowledge about movie scores that it shocks the other knights

・Tame Impala's One More Hour

・El Tango De Roxanne

#merlin #merlin bbc #ask box #answered questions #mini headcanons #merlin headcanons #percival bbc #elyan #sir elyan #sir percival #sir leon #king arthur #king arthur bbc #lancelot #sir lancelot #sir gwaine

[gretavangroupie]

Muse (Part 6)

Word count: 13.2k+

Pairing: Danny x Female Reader

Summary: After a blow out at the bar one night, Danny is left questioning the nature of his relationship with his enemy the bartender.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Part Five

Muse Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess . Every wonderful, amazing, sexy part of this story came from her big beautiful brain. Muse would absolutely not be what it is without her and I cannot thank her enough for her love and support through this process. We have loved writing this together and hope you love it too.

We cannot thank you enough for all the love and support you have shown us through this process. We have become so attached to these characters and we hope you love this final chapter as much as we do.

Without Further Ado...

HER POV

Running to the door your shaking fingers twist the lock, a sob crying out of your chest. The tears that have been collecting at your lashes free falling from your eyes. 

How did this happen? Why?

You drag yourself over to the bar to finish closing. You don’t even care that you’re closing early. 

The look on Josh’s face killed you, hurt and confused…he didn’t deserve this.

Why didn’t you tell him?

And Danny? How could you he say that to you? After everything? He broke your heart. He told you it would never be more. That he would never want you….But how could you do this to him? Every harsh word you’ve ever said to him could never be as cruel as what you’ve just done. His best friend? How could you think you ever truly cared about him and then do something like this. His words sliced through you, the pain and embarrassment almost forced your tears right then. You knew this would happen. But never this way. Now you’ve lost both of them.

Your lips trembled and your eyes burned trying to push the tears away. The lump in your throat on fire as your brain tried to fight off the memories of their faces, burned into it.

You count the money in the register through blurry, tear filled eyes, taking out the cash for the nightly deposit. The tears still rushing down your cheeks as you look up and see the broken shot glass still laying on the floor of their favorite spot, now empty. You wonder if they will ever sit there together again. Not only have you ruined things with Danny and Josh, you have also caused a rift within the band, within their friendship.

You’ve never seen Josh mad like that before, least of all with Danny.

“They are my brothers. You need to fix this…”

Jake’s words playing through your head, over and over just making the ache in your chest unbearable. 

You walk over to the broken glass with a dustpan and hand broom, squatting down to sweep the tiny pieces into the pan. 

As the shards roll across the floor into the pan, you cant help but compare them to how you feel. 

Broken and shattered into sharp pieces all over the floor, stepped on and mangled into the bottom of a shoe. Even when the pieces are collected and put back together it will never be completely whole again. You don’t know how things would ever, or could ever go back to being normal. It would never be what it was, again. 

You made that decision when you decided to sleep with Josh. 

As much as you wish you could take it back, you are glad you did it. Josh is amazing and wonderful and everything you already knew he was. His thoughtful and caring soul, too pure to ever be caught up in this mess.

He didn’t deserve this…To be used as a patch for the hole in your chest. He would never do something like this.

You drop the dust pan down to the trash can and watch as the glass slides into the black abyss of the bag, never to be seen again. You feel like you’re already there, free falling into the darkness, unsure of where you will land. 

You walk back to the bar, wiping down the countertop and quickly restocking the coolers. 

I just need to get out of here. I just need to go home and be alone. 

Your chest is sore from heaving in and out by the time you are finally turning off the lights to leave. The tears had finally stopped, and now you’re only left with puffy eyes, red and tender from rubbing them, a runny nose, and a broken heart. 

You step outside, the cold air abrasive against the tender skin. You turn your back to the wind and lock the door to the bar. The bar you wished you never had to step foot in again. Maybe you wouldn’t. 

You pull your coat hood up to shield your face as you step into the gravel parking lot. You see your car, and notice a familiar car parked next to it. 

Josh?

Embarrassed by your red eyes and disheveled appearance, you sniffle and try to wipe your face again as you see him step out of his car. He steps out and leans against the front, hands in his coat pockets. 

“You think we can talk?” He asks, his voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes are bloodshot and red, you can tell that he has been crying.

He’s speaking to you?

“I don’t think I am good company right now.” You reply. 

“Please. We really need to talk. Tonight.” he looks at you pleadingly and you feel the ache in your chest grow deeper than you imagined was possible.

You think for a minute at the possible repercussions of this choice and you decide that you have nothing left to lose at this point. 

“Okay, you can come over to my place…God Josh, I am the one who should be begging for you to talk to me. Not the other way around.” You whine.

“Let’s just talk when we get there.” He says getting into his car. 

The entire way home you replay the night in your head, 2, 3, 4 times. 

How did you not see this coming? Why are you so heartbroken over Danny? The horrible things he said tonight should have sworn you off of him for good. Why do you feel the opposite? He has thrown you every single red flag he has, and you still want him. Yet he isn’t the one here for you, Josh is. 

You pull into your parking space and make your way up to the door, Josh at your side. 

You walk inside and lay your coat on the entry table, before depositing yourself on your couch, cradling your head in your hands.

“Josh, I…” you start, stopping yourself and trying to find the words.

You feel him sit down next to you, his hand laying slowly on your back to offer a comforting touch. The stress melts away from your body.

“I need you to tell me everything. I don’t care about what happened, but I need to hear it from you. Please.” his caramel hued eyes ladened with tears are searching yours for the answers. You can tell from the sincerity in his voice that he is just looking for the truth, already forgiving you for the actions that led you both to where you are now.

“It was never supposed to be like this Josh. It just… happened and now…” You say as the tears begin making their way back to your eyes. 

“I know…” he says with a defeated sigh, his gaze shifting towards his feet. “I really wish you would have said something to me last night. I never would have said the things that I said if I had known. It didn’t have to be this way.” his words hang like a storm cloud over the two of you. You know you have to tell him everything. It’s the only way he will understand.

“I thought it was just going to be the one time, and I thought he did too. But every time we would see each other…. I think we both knew that it was never just the one time.…I guess it really all started at the bar.” You say, reliving each moment in your head. 

“At first everything was so normal. You all would come in every night, you’d order your drinks, we would small talk and that was it. Somewhere down the road you started to become my friends. Each of you in your own ways. Sammy, the dramatic jokester always down for a good time and a song, Jake the very serious problem solver, the voice of reason within your group, and someone I could count on to keep things in check when it began to get too rowdy. And you, my shoulder to lean on and a friend I could always talk to about anything, you were a constant each night. I would look forward to your turns to get drinks knowing I would always feel warm after our conversations, whether they be 5 minutes or 25. 

Then there was Danny. I wouldn’t say we ever became friends, we were hardly acquaintances.… In the beginning he wasn’t mean, he was just, quiet, almost shy.  Somewhere along the way something happened…. Feelings began to form right under our noses. Every night, stealing glances at each other. His eyes lingering on mine for just a little too long. We both felt it. We were like magnets to each other. I think we both denied feeling it for so long that it got lost.

He had a girlfriend and I was still relatively new in town, I was trying to settle in… One night it changed. You remember… he got so drunk, he was trying to fight people, calling me names… I know now, he was just hurt, looking for someone to blame. 

After kicking him out that night our dynamic changed. He was no longer watching me from across the room, instead he was glaring, and I would return it. It became an obsessive need to match his energy. His words cutting me, so I would cut him right back. We both craved it. I could just tell. I started to see a fire in his eyes each night he would walk into the bar, he craved the toxicity of whatever it was we were dancing around. So we continued, every night being as hateful as we could to each other.” You say, trying to tell him only the parts he needed to hear, not wanting to cause him more pain.

“A few weeks ago, a guy came into the bar and I was talking to him. Things were going good… I thought he might have liked me. But then something I have never seen in Danny made its appearance. He was…jealous. He lied to the guy and made him believe something that was the farthest from the truth. Was awful about it too. He just couldn’t stand the thought of someone else having me. He wouldn’t admit it at the time, but I see it so clearly now.” You recount, rubbing your hands on your legs. 

“I was so furious at him that night. I knew I was going to go straight to his house and smack him right across the face. But when I got there, with all my courage gathered up, I froze. I could hardly even remember what I was doing there. I remembered I had his house key from when I house sat, so I told him thats why I was there. He had just showered and he was only in a towel. It was the first time I really ever looked at him like that, you know? The first time I ever really saw him.  His hardened, mean facade turned playful and alluring, just for a split second, and I liked it. I was attracted to it.

My head was spinning. I rushed straight home, the whole way convincing myself that was I was feeling wasn’t what I thought. Replaying every hurtful thing he ever said in an effort to stifle back that feeling. That was the night I knew that things had really changed between us. It was shifting, to something else. Something more. 

I can keep going but I don’t want to say too much, I don’t want you to be upset. I know this is a lot….” You say.

“No, keep going. I need to know.” He says intently, so you continue.

“You texted me the next day, and invited me to come to your party at your house. I didn’t think I was going to go, but something convinced me I should. I wanted to go, simply because you had asked me. I was happy to hear from you outside of the bar. I knew he would be there, I was nervous, but knew I had this underlying craving to see him. So I decided that if I was going to go, I was going to make it interesting.” You say intently.

Josh is just sitting, listening, hanging on every word you’re saying. You watch his face to gauge his reactions, the pain of his sad face tearing you apart.

“After what had happened the night before, I knew that things between us were going to heat up. The build up was finally reaching the apex. The entire night our eyes never broke from each others. Silently calling for one another. Each of us with different people, just wishing it was the other. We could both feel the electricity in the air between us. I decided that I was going to really push his buttons. 

I acted on the feelings that I was feeling, knowing he would cave. I knew I had him, I could make him do anything I wanted. Finally, he snapped. He drug me out of the party and took me back to his house.”

Josh winces in pain, hearing it from you was probably more painful then it would have been if Danny had been the one to tell him. You reach your hand out to his, holding it between both of your hands to comfort him. You know you have to finish telling him, he has to know.

“We both knew we shouldn’t be doing it, but we just couldn’t stop. How could two people who have been so awful to each other end up in this situation? All night we fed off of each other, using each other like a drug. We were addicted. It was harsh and vile and wonderful. We both knew things wouldn’t go back to how they had been. We snuck around for weeks, lying straight to all of your faces. Slowly the hatefulness started to wear away, the hate fucking became regular fucking, maybe even something more. His feelings were shifting, and he was still pushing them back….” You continue. 

A harsh sigh releases from his chest.

“Right before you all left for the UK we had a big blowout fight, and he told me that we would never be anything more than what we were in that moment. That he would never be with a girl like me. It killed me, I thought we had gotten past it. Because I mean, wasn’t he with me? We were fucking? Anyways, the only thing I could do was to fight him back. I said something I didn’t mean and we didn’t speak after that. Not the entire time you were gone.”  

Your breath becomes shaky and you can tell his does too. 

“The night you guys came in after you got back was the first time we had spoken or seen each other in weeks, but the spark was still there. I could see it in his eyes no matter how much he tried to pretend it was gone. I overheard you all talking about him getting with a groupie and the way he looked at me when he knew I heard… I thought I had been shot. I couldn’t even comprehend why I was so hurt. I was sad but couldn’t let him see that. As far as I knew he had moved on from whatever we were doing. 

But you were there to pick me up, to make it go away. I will never be able to tell you how much that meant to me. It was the most beautiful night I’ve probably ever had, even with all the alcohol. You were perfect and gentle and tender. Everything I ever wanted for myself Josh, really. 

But something wasn’t right. Somewhere in the very back of my mind, I was still wanting him. Wishing for him to come around. Hoping he would realize that maybe the feelings he was stifling back were something more. 

I think a part of me has always known that we would end up together, but ignored it, and hoped it would die down. But it didn’t. In fact that part got bigger, more needy. Desperate for him. Constantly longing to be near him. I wish more than anything that I didn’t feel this way about him. I know it’s wrong, every part of me knows I shouldn’t feel this way. But I do and I cant push it back anymore. I haven’t ever felt like this about anyone. I just wish it could have been different. I wish it could have been you Josh, I really do. But it’s him, it’s always been him.”

He shakes his head. He knows. He understands.

“Every night we come to the same bar. Do you know why?” He asks.

“No.” You reply quietly.

“In the beginning, it was because of convenience, a quiet place to go with good drinks… Towards the middle it became comfortable, a familiar face to always greet us and a place to relax, and somewhere around the end it became my escape. Where I could walk in and forget my outside life, knowing I would see you there.

Every night when we would walk in and I would see you, every minuscule inconvenience of my day would be gone. You were just so beautiful and refreshing. So easy to talk to and connect with. I pined for you from across the bar for as long as I can remember. Everyone knew it. Sam, Jake. Everyone except you and him. But I couldn’t bring myself to make a move, couldn’t risk losing it. My safe place. 

The day I invited you to that party, I thought maybe I would be able to tell you…I saw you and him inside. The way you were looking at each other. I think I knew then too. He came to me outside, he was worked up, anxious… a mess. I knew then he felt the same way about you that I did, so I did what any good friend would do. I put my feelings aside, I told him to go get you. He didn’t understand how I knew, but I did, because I saw you the same way he did. The way he looked at you… it was the same way I did. But you didn’t see me, you were too busy looking at him. I didn’t know you went home with him that night. I don’t know how I didn’t see it coming. I basically forced it to happen. ” He says, his eyes lining with tears. Your heart breaks. 

You replay seeing him at the party in your head, and the night you spent with Danny. He was looking at you. 

“Josh, I…I’m so sorry…” you say shaking your head grabbing his hand. His thumbs rub over the top of your knuckles.

You know where this story is going to end and you feel sick letting him continue. He has liked you for a lot longer than you thought. His sweet words plunging the knife further into your heart. As much as you care for him, he will never be him. Daniel owns your mind, body, and soul.

“For weeks I tried to work up the courage to tell you at the bar, but I never could, especially knowing how Danny felt that night. You two were always arguing and you would always seem upset and I just wanted to comfort you. I knew the timing wasn't right. 

We left for the UK and I thought about you every single night. I would lie awake in my bunk imagining your smile waiting for me at the bar when I got home. I almost texted you a few drunken nights, always reigning myself back in. I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same. 

The day we got back I couldn’t wait to get to the bar. To see you. To be close to you. 

You know what happened next. While I know now that it shouldn’t have happened, I am glad it did. If it was my only chance to have you I will never regret taking that chance. I only wish you would have told me beforehand. It seems we are in a mess now and I’m not sure how we fix it. ” He finishes.

“Josh, I care about you so much and I wish things could have happened differently. I’ll never be able to tell you how badly I wanted it to be us. I’ll never be able to tell you how sorry I am that it  isn’t us. You’re kind, thoughtful, intentional. You are everything I should want and need in a partner. I would be so lucky to ever have you, in any lifetime, but I think in this one I end up with someone else. This story doesn’t have a happy ending for us.”

His hand reaches up and his thumb runs across your cheek collecting the fallen tear. 

“I know. I knew as soon as I saw your face tonight, he may as well pulled your heart out right there. I knew you loved him.” He says gently.

“Josh I don’t love him?” You say.

“But thats the thing. You do. You always have, you just haven’t realized it fully yourself yet. When he enters the room, your cheeks flush. When he talks to you your breath catches in your throat. You bite your lips and lean closer to him, and him to you. When he tells a story, you are captivated, hanging on his every word, even from across the room. Shit, you just talked about him for twenty minutes straight… I know what it feels like to be in love, but now I can say I have seen it too. You just spent so much of your time and energy fighting with each other that you never stopped to ask yourselves what was fueling the hate, what kind of tension it was. All along it was what would eventually turn into this. If you feel like even a tiny bit of that is true, you’ll go to him. He loves you too, I know he does.” He says.

As if the world began to spin in slow motion, your vision narrows and your heart begins to race. You see every scene play out with him, every tell tale sign that Josh just mentioned staring you in the face, clear as day. 

You love him. 

How could Josh be right? 

“Oh god. Everything is such a mess…everything is ruined.” You reply, a tear slipping out of your wet lashes.

“It’s not, it’s only really just begun.” He says. “You are an amazing woman, any man on Earth would be lucky to have you, even for five minutes. But like you said, your story doesn’t end with us, it ends with him. I will never understand, but I know somehow that this is the right thing.” He says.

Sitting back into the couch, you run your sleeves over your eyes, collecting your tears and your thoughts. 

“I think I do love him. I don’t know when it happened, but it did. Neither of us wanted this. This wasn’t part of the plan. I don’t even know how to fix it.” You say.  “Oh god, and Jake, and Sammy…they hate me too. I could see it on their faces…”

He places his hand on your shoulder, gripping slightly. 

“I will smooth things over with them, leave that part to me. Jake was just feeling what I felt. It's literally in his DNA. Sam is Daniel’s best friend, he will be on his side first and foremost. But you know he can’t stay mad about anything. I will talk to them both. Things will be okay. You just need to fix it with Daniel.” 

“But won’t seeing me with him… I don’t want to hurt you Josh.” You say.

“Seeing you happy is what matters the most to me. Do I wish it was me? Of course. But just know, I will be watching and at the first sign of him not treating you right, I will be there to put him in his place and take you for my own.” He says, with a soft smile. “So go. You need to tell him everything you just told me. All of it. Bring the fire with you. Hold his ass accountable, never let him talk to you like that again. About pissed me right off. Be mad at him, yell at him, but mostly, tell him you love him. It’s time.” He says urgently. 

“You heard him tonight…. He doesn’t want to see me. He wants nothing to do with me.” You say nervously.

Josh smirks, “Is that why your phone has buzzed two times since I have been here?” 

You look at him shocked, you didn’t even hear it. You jump up and grab it off of the counter. 

1:57a.m. Missed Call: D 

2:36a.m. Missed Call: D

“He may not be blood, but he is still my brother. I know him like I know myself. This is why we had to do this, tonight. We needed to do this, so you could go to him without the burden of this.” He says gesturing between the two of you, standing up, grabbing his coat and sliding it over his arms. “I forgive you, and I’ll always be here for you. But please, go to him and fight for this. One day I will have my great love story, but this one is yours.” He finishes. 

He grabs his keys off the table, gives you a kiss on the cheek and the door shuts behind him.

He’s right. You have to go.

You glance at the clock on the wall, 2:47am. It’s too late, you’re sure he is probably already asleep. He drank so much tonight. You think about the pain in his eyes when he was airing out your business to everyone. He was hurt. He had every right to be. You slept with Josh. You deserved for him to be mad. 

You feel the hole in your chest aching and decide that it’s now or never. You run to the bathroom and try to freshen up in the mirror but it’s no use. Your face is red and splotchy, your eyes swollen and raw from crying. Your lips puffy and full. You quickly tie your hair into a messy bun and you head out to the living room, grabbing your coat, your keys and your purse. You walk out the door not knowing if you’ll be the same person when you return through it. 

Its 3:12am and you are pulling into his parking lot. Your heart is pounding in your chest. 

Why are you doing this to yourself? 

Because Josh told you to. He wouldn’t steer you wrong would he?

You get out of your car, your breath trembling with nerves. You can’t help but struggle with what to say when you see him. You are still angry, but you need him to know how you feel underneath all of the anger and pain. The entire walk to his door you are trying to piece together a speech that articulates how upset with him you are, but ultimately how much he means to you. This conversation is going to be the turning point, whether it’s for better or for worse. You finally approach his unit, heart beating out of your chest and blinking back tears as you knock on the door. You don’t even notice that you’re holding your breath until you hear the lock spin. Suddenly everything you’ve rehearsed disappears from your mind. 

The door opens slowly and you see him. The whites of his eyes are red and wet. His skin is flushed and his under eyes swollen. His hair is completely tied back into a knot on his head. He is wearing his favorite sweatpants and no shirt, just his necklace laying against his bare chest. His demeanor not as strong and confident as usual, he looks soft and defeated. Sad.

Has he been crying?

He clears his throat, and places his hand on the edge of the door, leaning slightly against it.

“It’s late.” He says, his voice unsteady. His eyes are looking past you.

“You’re still awake.” You reply quietly, staring intently into the eyes that won’t make contact with yours, knowing if they did, he would break.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He says thinly.

A long silence falls between the two of you before you finally break it.

“Danny….” You say before he cuts you off.

“Stop.” his lips tightening into a thin line.

“Just tell me why…” you beg.

He puts his hand in his sweatpants pocket and looks down at the floor. As he looks up he is biting the inside of his cheek.

“What’s there to say?” He says.

“How about…. I don’t know… I’m sorry? Sorry, I was a total asshole? Sorry that I said those things about you?” You say.

He shrugs his shoulders dismissively.

“Why did you call me?” You ask harshly. “Here I am. So talk. What do you want.” 

He stares at you for a second, you can tell that he is thinking about it in his head, the words not leaving his mouth.

After hesitating for a minute, he pulls the door open, silently telling you to come in.

As you walk over the threshold you are assaulted with the scent of him, you’ve missed it. 

He walks over to his couch and sits, you following after him. You notice the bottle of whiskey on the table and look at it, and then to him. His eyes telling you everything you need to know. He is hurting too.

“Alright, I’m listening.” You say.

“I said what I said, and I’m sorry it was harsh, but what did you expect.” He asks.

“I expected you to act like an adult for one fucking second. You blew up. You don’t even know what happened, Danny. You should have just asked. Instead you acted like a child. Embarrassing not only me and Josh, but also yourself.” You say.

“I don’t see you apologizing either. You fucked my best friend… Although… he is just as much to blame as you are.” He scoffs.

“No. That’s not true. Josh had no idea. You had no right to say those things to him.” You say.

He scoffs, “You’re still up Josh’s ass? Instead of ‘Hey Danny, sorry I fucked your friend…’ you want to come here and scold me for being mad at him? Classic.” 

“I’m not 'up anyones ass’, cut the shit Danny. You can be mad at me all you want, but Josh didn’t do anything wrong. He had no idea we were together or he would never have done it.” You seethe.

“Let me stop you right there. We were never together….” He says looking past you before cutting his eyes to you.

“Oh god…You can’t be serious? How many times are we going to do this? Does it somehow make you feel better to shove those feelings down? To act like you don’t feel the exact same way I feel? To pretend that you don’t want to be with me, just as bad as I want to be with you?” You ask.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says dismissively.

“Oh, really? Is that why you ran that guy off at the bar that night? Why you stole me away from that guy at the party? Is that why you blew up when you found out Josh and I hooked up? Because you don’t want me? Or is it because you just don’t want anyone else to have me, Danny. Which is it?” You ask.

His eyes grow dark and piercing, staring directly into yours. A long pause of silence as he contemplates his words.

“Why Josh?” He yells. “Just tell me why him.”

“Because I was devastated Danny! You broke my heart! You told me we would never be anything! Told me that you didn’t want me…That you could never want me! Then I find out you slept with someone else…. a random groupie at that. You’d rather have meaningless sex, then have me. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? I thought maybe when you came back we would… I don’t know. I just thought maybe we could figure this out. But then I found out about that, and between that and you telling me that we would never be together I was just… broken.  I was so…sad. He was there for me when you weren’t, and my god did it feel amazing to finally have someone put ME first. To have someone care about MY feelings. He was there to put me back together after you single-handedly tore me apart, for weeks.“ you cry.

You see him swallow hard his eyes blinking rapidly.

“After you left we hung out at the bar for a while after it closed, we had been drinking all night just talking, and he was being so gentle and kind. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but he got to me. I felt something. It was so different than what we had been doing, Danny. It was so easy and natural and there was no yelling or fighting. I thought maybe if I couldn’t have you, I could have the next best thing. I thought maybe he was the best thing for me… I thought that maybe he would patch up the hole in my chest. I WANTED him to fix me, to be the person that was going to be with me. But he didn’t and he isn’t. All I could think of was you. How he wasn’t you. How he would never be able to make me feel the way you do.” 

You pause, feeling the tears begin to form. 

You can see the guilt building on his face, the deep crease between his eyebrows, and the lines around his eyes. 

"But then tonight, the things you said…How could you say that to me? In front of everyone? Out of all of the shitty things you’ve ever said and done, that was by far the worst. I never thought you would say those things, ever. I was ready to give up on everything. All of it. But do you know who came to my rescue, again? Who ultimately showed up to play defense for YOU? Helped me understand? 

The other person you hurt tonight Danny, your best friend. Josh. HE came to me, waited for me all night, actually. He helped me understand my feelings about you. That they were real, and valid. And yours, explaining it from a different perspective. Putting his own feelings aside. Yet you have the audacity to sit here and…. ” You stop, sobbing as the tears finally spill violently over the edge of your lashes. 

“He had no idea, and you attacked him. He was blindsided! You hurt and embarrassed him. Did you know that he liked me? Did you know that night at the party he was going to try to finally tell me? But instead he told you that you should go after me? Because he could see that you wanted me? And what did you do Danny?” You ask. “Answer.” 

“I did it.” He says.

“But you didn’t tell him, because you were too full of yourself to damage your tough guy persona. The damage you did inflict was on someone who was on your side and always has been. Who would do anything for you.” You say. 

“I knew it.” He says.

“Forget it, I can see this is pointless.” You say standing up.

He grabs your arm and pulls you back down onto the couch. “No. I’m sorry. Please.”

“You have about two seconds to start talking and don’t give me any bullshit. ” You say.

“I was furious. More than furious. Enraged. I went to your apartment this morning. I wanted to talk to you. I was going to tell you that I wanted to be with you. I was going to tell you how I thought of you, fuck, dreamed of you every single day we were gone. How sorry I was for ever telling you we would never be more, when that’s all I really wanted. 

Then after last night at the bar, I saw Josh’s car in the parking lot and I just knew... I thought you lied to me. I thought you wanted him, not me.” He says, fidgeting with his hands.

“I didn’t mean anything that I said the day I left. I was too prideful to admit how I really felt… so I pushed you away. I didn’t want to get hurt again. I couldn’t. But as the days passed I realized that I was hurting. Hurting without you, dwelling on the things I said to you and letting you believe that I meant them. I thought maybe when we came back I would see you at the bar and we could talk and try and figure everything out. Then Sam brought up the girl and it ruined everything. It was a horrible experience, the entire time I was with her all I could think of was you. I missed you so desperately and the pain in my chest was so bad I was willing to try anything to get you out of my head, even for a second.” He pauses, swallowing down the lump in his throat. 

“If you remember, you said a few hurtful things too. I thought you didn’t want me either. I tried to believe it and take it for face value. But somehow I knew it wasn’t true. I told myself that you still wanted me. So then, when I saw Josh’s car at your apartment, and put the pieces together I… I don’t know. I thought you wanted him. I lost it. I am so fucking sorry. 

I know none of this would have happened if I just told you how I really felt all along. If I had just been honest with you. With myself.” He says, a tear slipping out of the corner of his eye, running down his cheek.

Your heart constricts in your chest as you see his emotions coming out. He is being genuine and you can tell he means every word.

Your hand reaches up and your thumb swipes away the tear.

“How do you really feel Danny?” You ask almost a whisper.

“Full of regret.” He answers, grabbing your wrist, turning his face into your hand.

“What do you regret?” You ask, your fingertips gently scratching his hairline.

“Ever letting you believe that I haven’t wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Danny…” you say, a tear falling, dripping from your chin.

“No, there’s more. For ever letting you think that you’re less than exactly what I want. For letting you believe I ever meant any horrible thing I’ve ever said. But mostly I regret that I caused this. I wish I could go back, I wish I could redo the last month. From the moment we came together the night of the party, I felt this weight lift off my shoulders. I finally realized how much effort I was putting into fighting my feelings for you. I was so worried about what bad could happen, that I wasn’t willing to see what good could happen. I see it now. The way you make me smile, my heart beat faster just with your presence, and the empty feeling when you’re gone. I want you, all of you. If you’ll have me, I will spend every single day reminding you how you’re exactly, everything I have ever wanted. All I’ll ever want.”

You stare at each other for a few seconds, both of your faces stained with tears, and as if you both had the same thought at the same time, you are suddenly colliding together, your lips finding each others, sobs crying out between both of you.

His hands pull your face to his as you intertwine your fingers through his knot of hair. His thumbs swipe away the tears still flowing on your cheeks. You push yourself over him, to lay on top of his warm body. You pull away from his face and push yourself up on your hands.

“I’ll have you. I’ll always have you.” You say.

With a swift movement, his lips are meeting with yours, in the most breath stealing, loving kiss your lips have ever felt. You can taste the saltiness of the tears mixing in with your saliva. His kiss is soft and comforting but hard and wanting, like it’s been lit like a firecracker, waiting for the fuse to burn out before exploding.  You pull away for air and he stares at you rubbing his thumb over your lips.

“You are everything I have ever wanted.” He whispers.

“Prove it.” You reply breathlessly.

He sits you up on the couch before standing, reaching his hand out to yours looking at you with dark eyes. You reach your hand to his, as he pulls you to stand. His arm wraps around your waist and pull you into his bare chest, your hand sliding up through the tiny hairs, over his collarbone and wrapping around the back of his neck. The feeling of touching his skin sending electricity through your veins.

His hand cups your jaw rubbing his finger tips gently into your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut at the gentleness of his touch.

“Look at me.” He whispers.

You open your eyes and see him staring directly into yours. 

“Tell me that you still want me.” He says. “Tell me that you’ve wanted me as bad as I have wanted you, everyday for the past three weeks…fuck, for the past year…”

“Every second.” You reply barely a whisper.

Your lips crash together, his lips furiously searching for the comfort of yours. The ache in your chest bursting into 10,000 tiny winged butterflies, fluttering through your body, so quickly you feel like you’re floating yourself. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him as close as you possibly can, never feeling close enough. He lets out a soft moan as you tug on the curls, immediately turning the butterflies in your stomach aflame, in a way that only he can do to you. 

“Let me show you how I feel about you.” He says as he moves his mouth down your neck. His lips are soft and wet, and your eyes flutter shut as he trails down to your chest. With the lightest touch you’ve ever felt from him, he slowly strips you of your shirt, kissing every inch of skin as it becomes bare. He reaches one hand behind you and unclasps your bra easily, leaving your bare chest exposed to him. 

“I am the luckiest man in the world. You are absolutely breathtaking.” a blush creeps to your cheeks at your vulnerable position. You reach up to kiss him but he stops you before you can touch your lips to his. 

“No, no, no. Right now this is all about YOU. I want to worship every inch of your beautiful body.” He reaches up and adjusts your head so you are looking to the side and he has perfect view of your jugular. 

“From here…” he licks a long stripe down your neck and you let out an involuntary moan at the contact. 

“To here…” he slowly drags his hand down the middle of your sternum, to your stomach and eventually landing the tip of his finger right on the center of your clit. 

“Danny, please” you breathe. The sensation and desire causing you to screw your eyes shut. You shift your hips to create some friction between his fingertip and yourself, but he quickly takes it away. 

“Hey. I said that I was going to make you feel good. Let’s not rush it. I only just got you back.” He smiles and begins his decent to your chest. With one hand cupping your left breast, kneading it with gentle pressure, he then takes your right nipple in his mouth, as slowly as possible. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling of his wet tongue swirling circles over the sensitive bud. To add to your misery, he follows your whimpers with the sexiest and deepest groans you have ever heard. 

“Daniel,” you look him in the eyes and hope he sees how badly you want him, immediately.

“Okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. Let’s go somewhere a little more comfortable.” He lets out a light laugh and in a second you are swooped into the air, him lifting you up bridal style and carrying you to his bedroom. He kicks the door open with his foot, not even bothering to turn on a light. 

“I need you. So bad.” He whispers into your ear.

His words adding fuel to the fire in deep in your stomach. He lays you down gently on his bed, your head hits his pillow and you can smell the scent of his shampoo. You hope this moment never ends.

His calloused hands run down the length of your body.

“You are so beautiful….such a gorgeous body. Do you know how long I have thought that?” He asks, unbuttoning your jeans. 

“Tell me.” You reply, squirming for his touch. He pulls off your jeans painfully slow. 

“Do you remember the day we met?” He asks smoothing his hands up and down your thighs. 

Please don’t stop.

“Yes…” You feel his fingertips brush over the top of your thong, gently pressing into the fabric as he kneels in front of you. 

“The first night we came into the bar… I saw you behind the counter. You had your hair up, and a tank top on. I remember seeing the neon signs glowing off of your skin, the smile on your face when you would talk to someone…. I couldn’t look away. I was completely captivated.” He says pressing a kiss to your center, over the fabric. 

“At the time I was with Olivia so I couldn’t even talk to you. So I just sat, and I watched you all night.” He says kissing your inner thigh, causing you to arch your back. “I wanted you, but I couldn’t have you.”

He hooks his fingers through the sides of your panties and begins slowly dragging them down your body, tossing them to the side. 

Biting your thigh ever so gently he says, “Open for me baby.”

Baby…

“Every night we would come in, I would think about all the ways I wanted you…” he says between kisses “Wanted you for myself.”

You open for him and you feel his hands slide upwards towards your center before stopping. One more soft kiss, placed right over your core. 

You feel his hand slide up and off of your waist, feeling through the sheets, finding your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand in his. His other rests gently on your hip.

You feel his warm tongue swipe up through your center. A gasp leaving your mouth. His hand grips into your hip, as his tongue makes the connection again, this time lingering, licking small circles over your clit. He is taking his time, being slow and deliberate. Savoring you. Your hips buck upward into him

“Danny…” you whimper breathlessly.

“The best sound in the world…” he says, between passes at your core. 

His hand releases yours and grabs your other hip, pulling your body down the bed and into his face continuing his assault on your center, before he pulls away completely.

“Can we try something?” He asks.

“Like what?” You ask.

“I’m gonna lay here, and you’re going to straddle my face. Want to have you this way. Dreamt of it.” He says. 

He lays down on the bed, and taps your leg giving you the signal to climb over him. You straddle his face and his arms wrap around your legs, pulling you closer to his mouth. You feel him connect his lips around your clit and cry out at the new feeling. 

“Oh god…it feels so different….” You whine.

A muffled, ‘mmmhmm’ leaving his chest. You begin to rock your hips back and forth as he desperately laps at your center. 

With each movement of your hips you are getting closer and closer to the edge. His nose is nudging against your clit each time, causing you to unravel faster than you intended. To try and hold on a bit longer you decide to focus on him for a minute. You reach down and run your fingers into his hair, feeling for the elastic tying it up. You find it and gently remove the band putting it on your wrist, letting his hair flow freely around his face. 

He is so gorgeous.

He pulls his face away from you panting, before you feel a finger sliding through your folds, collecting the wetness. 

“You are so ready, baby.” He pants. 

“I need you… please. I want you so bad.” You reply.

In an instant he is again connecting his lips to your clit, sucking gently as the finger plunges inside of you, curling to reach your sensitive spot. 

“Danny, I’m not gonna last… please.” you beg.

“Cum for me beautiful. Please… Let me taste you. Cum right on my face.” He says.

Another finger enters you and you feel your orgasm about to tip over the edge. He flattens his tongue and runs it slowly thorough you, sucking your clit as hard as he can, sending you flying over the edge you were teetering on. Your hips rock down into his face as your orgasm wracks through your body, a scream leaving your mouth. As you come down from your blissful state, you slide backwards and lean over him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Danny… I…I’m sorry I slept with him…” you pant into his chest.

He swipes the hair from your neck, petting your head “I know baby…It’s okay… but let me remind you why you were still thinking about me with someone else inside of you.”

Please.

Suddenly he is flipping your hips to lay you on the bed. Your head once again resting on his pillow. He pulls off his sweatpants and boxers before rejoining you at the head of the bed.

His lips find yours, his tongue asking for entrance into your mouth. You part your lips, and your tongues begin to swirl together, you can taste yourself on him. His hair hangs down, the tips gently tickling your face and shoulders. You reach your arm up and pull his body down to lay on top of yours. His hand reaches between the two of you, grasping his dick and sliding it through your wetness. 

With one hand on your face his thumb slides over your lips, before pressing into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck it further into your mouth. Suddenly you feel him pressing into your core. You groan at the sudden pressure and fullness. He groans at the sensation of finally having you wrapped around him again.

His hand comes up next to your head and he lifts up, bearing his weight on it. He pulls his hips back and slams back into you with a grunt. He removes his thumb from your mouth and taking it, he reaches between you and places it firmly on your clit. 

“Oh god, please….” You whine.

“Feel good, beautiful?” He asks, picking up his pace, slamming in and out of you.

“I wanna fuck you slow baby, don’t want to cum too fast, and god I could just blow right now… But you feel so fucking tight and perfect around me. I don’t know if I can go slow.” He says, out of breath. 

You grab his wrist and pull it gently to your neck silently asking for the pressure of his fingers around your throat.

“You want me to choke you, dirty girl?” He says, gripping your throat.

Your insides light on fire. Only for him. He presses down and a groan escapes your lips, as you stare directly into his beautiful eyes. 

He throws his head back for a second before looking back down at you. 

“God, I….. I cant fucking live with out you. Without this…” He says hitting your spot over and over as he releases your throat. 

The pressure builds inside of you.

“Danny….I’m gonna cum… “ you say

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He grunts.

“Please… let me cum for you…” You beg.

“Jesus Christ you are so fucking perfect. Cum for me beautiful. Right now.” He demands, and as if he wired your brain you let go and let your orgasm wash over you again, at his hands. 

He bends down and places an open mouthed kiss right on your throat. 

“I can feel how hard your heart is beating for me. Only me.” He breathes. Goosebumps running up your skin. 

“Lay on your stomach.” He says pulling out and flipping you over. 

He grabs a pillow and taps your hip, asking you to lift up, as he slides the pillow under your pelvis.

He moves your hair to one side gently placing a kiss on your shoulder blade, causing your body to squirm.

He lines himself up with you and slides right back into you with ease.

“Ahhhhh fuckk…..you are so tight like this, god I love it…” he groans.

“Fuck me Danny, please. Be rough, I want it to hurt.” You say.

“If I start I don’t think I’ll be able to stop, are you sure?” He asks.

“Please…” you whisper.

He grabs a hand full of your hair, pulling your head back as a gasp leaves your lips.

He pulls out and forcefully slams back in with a loud grunt. He grabs both of your hips lifting you slightly off of the pillow as his hips snap back and forth into you loud moans crying out from his chest. His hand releases your hip before crashing into your ass with a stinging slap.

“You’re mine! You’re fucking mine.” He demands. “Say it!”

“I’m yours! I’m yours Danny, I’ve always been yours. It’s you, it’s always been you. Please please, keep going. Don’t stop!” You cry.

His hips start to move faster and more jagged, you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, and you know he is close. The headboard of his bed and crashing violently against the wall. 

“Fuck, baby. You were made for me. I am not going to last much longer” he pants. 

“Danny, cum, please…fill me, I want you everywhere… I need it.” You whine.

You tighten around him as you let your self go for the final time, his name crying from your lips. 

“Danny….. oh fuck…. Feels so fucking good baby….” 

He tenses up and you can feel his grip tighten on you. 

“Ahhh. Fuck… I... love you….” He moans as you feel his release washing over your insides in warm shots. 

He loves me. 

He collapses on top of you kissing your neck and face over and over before pulling out of you. 

“You’re so good, baby. I’ve been craving you for weeks. Every time is even better than I could dream of.”

You smile back at him, rolling over to face him. You run your hand over his bicep, caressing his muscles that are so prominent.

“I meant it, you know.” he says, looking straight into your eyes.

“Meant what?” You question, not wanting to get your hopes up.

“I love you. I wasn’t just saying that in the moment, it’s true. I have spent what feels like a lifetime between last night and this morning trying to figure out what I feel for you and it always comes back to that. I love you. All of you. Every single part.” you can feel his heart beating fast, yours matching his tempo.

“Danny….I love you too. I’m sorry it took both of us so long to realize it.” you place a chaste kiss to his bottom lip and lace your fingers in his, giving him a squeeze.

“All that matters is that we are here now.” He squeezes your hand back and sits up, running his fingers through your hair, smoothing it back. He exits the bed and walks to the bathroom.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling for a moment, taking in everything that has happened over the last 24 hours. You look to your right and notice the time on the clock reads 5:03am. It’s morning now.

You hear the shower turn on, and Danny pokes his head out the door.

“Come on beautiful, let’s take a shower.” He says. 

DANNY POV

“It should be warm enough now, you can go ahead, I’ll join you in a second.” You say as she steps through the bathroom door. Her beautiful figure is perched on the door frame watching you. She smiles and steps into through the glass door, the water flowing over her perfect skin.

You catch yourself smiling at her, before turning on your heels to walk to your dresser. You grab a pair of boxers and a t-shirt for her, and place it on the night stand. You shake out the comforter and re-lay it on the bed, placing the clothes for her on her pillow. 

You walk back to the bathroom and see her through the foggy glass, washing her hair. You step into the shower joining her and she opens her eyes and smiles. You smile too, committing this to memory.

She reaches out her hand and pulls you closer to her, until your dry body is pressed against her  wet one. 

“Are you gonna get wet or are you just going to stand there staring at me?” She asks.

You smirk at her and reach your hands up cupping her face and placing a soft kiss on her lips. 

“Please never stop running that smart mouth.” You say. 

She smiles and continues rinsing her hair, stepping back and letting you under the spray. You wet your body and your hair pushing it back out of your face. She grabs your body wash and begins to rubs her hands all over her body while staring directly into your eyes.

“Did you not get enough?” You ask cheekily, rinsing your shampoo out of your hair.

“Never.” She replies.

Oh shit. Stay down.

“Baby, its 5 in the morning…” you reply, water dripping off your face.

She grabs the body wash this time rubbing it into your skin. Her hands glide up your stomach, over your chest and back down your arms. 

“I know, I’m just teasing you.” She says playfully stepping under the spray and rinsing her body.

You grab her in your arms and pull her into you wrapping your arms around her shoulders and hers sliding around your waist. You press a kiss to the top of her head before turning your head to rest on the top of hers. You stand there just holding her for a second. 

“You done baby?” You ask.

“Only if you’re planning on cuddling me when we get out.” she says.

You smile, probably harder than you should. “Oh, believe me, I am never letting you go.”

You open the glass door and grab her towel handing it to her, before grabbing your own. You both dry yourselves, and walk into the bedroom. 

“For me?” She asks picking up the t-shirt.

“If you want it… gonna be cold tonight…” you say with a smirk.

She lifts it to her face breathing in the material. “Smells like you…”

“Well, I happen to be right here.” You reply.

She smiles and slides the shirt over her head, and the boxers over her legs. 

She is so beautiful.

“Do you happen to have a hairbrush?” She asks.

“I do, would you like it?” You reply.

“Do you mind?” She asks.

You pull your boxers on and walk over the bathroom, opening your cabinet drawer and pulling out the brush. You walk back the the bed, where she is sitting at the end, legs folded, the t-shirt enveloping her body in the best way. You hand her the brush and she begins to slowly pull it through her hair. 

I have to touch it.

“Can I…. Can I do it?” You ask nervously.

“You want to?” She asks.

You nod and accept the brush back from her, you kneel onto the bed behind her and sit. You use your free hand to gently grab all the wet hair in her face and pull it all to rest on her back. You start at the top of her scalp and slowly pull the brush through the wet strands. She tips her head back at the feeling of someone doing this for her. 

You never truly took the time to see her this way. She is so soft and warm. So tender. Just naturally pretty.

You do her whole head slowly and methodically, until it all lays neatly across her back. You slide it all to one side, and place a soft kiss to her neck as she squirms under your lips. 

“I love you.” You say, truly feeling nothing but love for her in that moment. 

She turns her head, bringing her hand to your face, “I love you too Danny. So much.” Before pressing her lips so delicately to yours. 

“Can we go to sleep now?” She asks.

“Yes, come here.” You say pulling the comforter back. You slide under and open your arms to her. She turns off the lamp and slides backwards into your body, pushing her wet hair to the side, leaving her neck exposed. She pushes back a little more, fitting perfectly against you. Like she was made to fit right there. 

You wrap your arms around her and her fingers lace with yours, you place one more kiss softly on her neck and whisper “I hope this is how all my nights end, from now on.” 

“Me too, baby.” she replies with a yawn.

Having her wrapped in your arms, you feel that hole in your chest growing smaller and smaller. You were so sure you’d never love again after Olivia. But then she came along and turned your entire world upside down. You’re going to do this right this time. You can’t lose her. Not ever.  You close your eyes to the darkness as the sun light slowly creeps into the sky.

The alarm rings far too soon. You pry your eyes open and hit the orange snooze button, hoping it didn’t wake her. You force your eyes open and see her passed out on the pillow, tiny breaths leaving her slightly parted mouth. You close your eyes and fall back asleep for just a tiny bit longer. When the alarm goes off again you turn it off and convince yourself to get up. You see its 12:00 and you know you have to be at the studio in just a few hours, and you still have to try and go over your notes from yesterdays session and make some tweaks. 

As quietly as you can you roll out of bed, pulling the comforter back up to cover more of her top half. You walk over the the windows and pull the curtains shut quietly before grabbing your phone and walking out, shutting the door behind you as carefully as you can. 

First things first, coffee.

You start a pot of coffee, then walking to the laundry room to find something to put on. You find a pair of joggers and a t-shirt and quickly pull them both on. You walk back to the kitchen to see the coffee just beginning to drop into the pot.

God, come on…

You walk over to the couch and sit placing your feet on the coffee table. You pull out your phone and scroll through Instagram seeing what you have been tagged in overnight, giggling at memes and edits people have made giving them the like they deserve. 

You stand and walk over to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

Yikes, you remember why you cant go to bed with wet hair… you’ll have to deal with that later. 

You grab the elastic band you see sitting on the table and pull your hair up into a messy knot. 

The coffee is finally ready and you pull two mugs down, something you will never get tired of. 

You pour yourself a cup, and leave the other empty, knowing she will sleep for at least another hour or so. 

You grab your phone, and your mug and head into your office. You sit down at the desk and take a sip from the mug. The warmth of the coffee wetting your dry throat, and waking up your body. You set the mug down and spin in your chair looking for your work notebook.

You grab a pencil and begin furiously going over all of your notes from yesterday. Jake had a few edits he wanted to make to one of the songs and had an idea for you. 

You grab your headphones sliding them over your head and jiggling the mouse for your computer, waking up the screen. You sip your coffee and see a notification on your phone.

Josh K: You’re coming right?

Shit, you were not looking forward to that conversation.

You: Yes.

Josh: Ok.

For the next hour or so you work on your computer, getting the sample done and sent to Jake so he can preview it before you cut the track today. 

You: Just sent sample, give it a listen so we can try to cut today.

Jacob K: Oh you’re coming?

You: Yes, why?

Jacob K: Were you present last evening?

You: I’m going to talk to Josh, it’s all good.

Jacob K: Interesting.

As you set your phone down the desk you hear a creak at the door and see her standing watching you. 

“Good morning beautiful girl. Well, afternoon now, I guess.” You smile.

She walks in, her wavy hair flowing around her face that is smiling at you with tired eyes. You motion for her to sit on your lap and she does, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. 

“What are you working on?” She asks.

“I am just revising this song so that I could send a sample to Jake. We are going to try and recut this today… Do you want to hear it?” You ask. 

She nods her head yes and you grab the headphones and place them over her head, making sure you turn the volume down a bit. You play the sample and see her nod her head a little bit. You rest your hand on her thigh, and she lays her hand on top of yours. 

When it finishes, she takes the headphones off.  “You know, I would never have expected that you guys to sound like that.” She says laughing. 

You pull your head back, “What do you mean? You’ve…. Never… listened our music?” You ask shocked.

“No. I actually never have… I thought it might be weird if I was… a fan.” She laughs.

“You know what? I kind of love that. But we are going to have to get you up to speed. There is a lot you will need to know…you know, as the drummer’s girlfriend.” He smiles.

“Oh, really? The drummer’s girlfriend?” She asks coyly.

“Yeah, I hear she’s really beautiful, and smart, and funny and he is totally in love with her.” You say.

“Are you saying that you want me to be your girlfriend Daniel?” She asks.

Yes, I want you to be everything…

“If you want to be, I cant think of anything I want more…” You reply.

“I’ll have to think about it…Does the drummer’s girlfriend get any coffee?”

“Oh yes, among other great perks.” You reply.

“Yeah I feel the perk pressing into my leg right now…” she jokes.

You smile at her mischievously, “Yes baby, there is coffee in the pot and a mug on the counter, but I will get it for you. You just go sit your pretty self on the couch and let me wait on you.”

“Okay, well I thought about it…I want to be the drummer’s girlfriend. I am very interested in the perks.” She laughs.

You stare into her eyes, lingering on them for a few seconds before you find yourself saying “I love you.”

She leans over and presses her lips to yours. “Love you, drummer boyfriend.” She says getting up and walking off with a wink. A smile crossing your lips. 

God damn you’ve got it bad.

The rest of the time you have goes by far too quickly. You spent a little time with her talking and enjoying each other, then you took a quick shower just so you could fix your hair, got dressed and next thing you know you are grabbing your keys to leave. 

“You’ll be there tonight right?” You ask her.

“No, I’m off tonight actually.” She replies.

“Oh, but you’ll still come though?” You ask.

“I can… but you need to work things out with the guys first.” She says grabbing her things, ready to leave too.

“Yes, please come. I promise I am going to talk to all of them as soon as I get there.” You say letting her walk out the door, you following behind her.

You lock the door, and grab her hand. “I am going to make this right. I promise. Trust me.” 

“Okay, I believe you. Just text me what time.” She says.

You give her a quick kiss and you both walk to your cars. Heading in separate directions. 

The whole way to the studio all you can think about is what you’re going to say to Josh. You’re fairly confident that you wouldn’t be where you are with her now if he hadn’t talked to her last night. You feel like you need to thank him, but also you want to punch him square in the face for sleeping with her….

But she is right, he had no idea…. 

You pull up at the studio, you’re the first one there, as usual. You walk in the front door, and sit on the couch in the sound room, waiting for them all to saunter in at their leisure.

Sam walks in first, “Hello Daniel, ol’ chap, how did you fair last night?” He asks in a joking tone.

“Honestly, I was so furious, I thought I might actually drive over to Josh’s house and strangle him. But it would have been no use because he was at her damn apartment.” You reply.

“Oh, so today should be super fun and productive!” He says sarcastically.

“Well, I wasn’t finished, around 3 in the morning I hear a knock at my door, and guess who?” You ask.

“Oh god, was it her!?” He asks shocked.

“Yes…Apparently Josh went over to her apartment and basically showed her the facts of the situation, and helped her realize, that… well…. She loves me, and she always has.” You reply.

“What?! There is no way… you… you two…” he stammers.

“No dude, I fucking love her too. Bad.” You say laughing.

“Holy shit…. I KNEW it!” He yells. “I swear to god I heard you moan her name in your sleep on the bus a few weeks ago…”

“I probably did, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Still cant. Don’t want to either.” You reply.

Jake walks in looking like he just rolled out of bed. He sees Sam’s excited energy and looks to you and raises his eyebrows.

“Daniel?” He asks setting down his guitar case, placing his hands in his pockets, furrowing his brow more.

“They’re in LOVE!” Sam blurts out pointing at you.

“Is that so? Can’t say I’m surprised. You are quite the catch these days, Daniel.” He says with a smirk. “Glad you both figured it out.”

“Oh we figured it out… a few times.” You joke.

You all share a laugh as Josh walks into the booth. You all drop the smiles from your faces when he looks at you. 

“Oh come on… what?” He asks. “I am only 10 minutes late this time!”

“You ready to get started?” Jake asks, changing the subject.

“Let’s do it, did you listen to that sample?” You ask.

“Yes, sounds better. Let’s start with that.” He replies.

Josh is acting very normal around you. You thought things would be tense. You were so mad at him, but somehow it seems to be fading away, and now you’re just thankful for him. You are still going to talk to him alone later, but for now, you’re just going to let things ride.

A few hours later, you are all sitting back in the booth, editing the last few minutes of your recuts for the day. 

“Sixty’s?” Sam asks.

“I’m in.” Jake says, placing his guitar in the hard case, clipping the locks.

“Yeah, I will meet you guys there.” You reply, pulling your phone out, sending her a quick text. 

“Okay, twist my arm…” Josh jokes. 

Sam and Jake leave and Josh gathers his things and starts to head out, before you stop him.

“Josh, we need to talk.” You say.

“I know, I was hoping to avoid it though.” He smiles.

“I’m sorry about last night man, I was so heated. Didn’t occur to me that you had no idea.” You say crossing your arms.

“No, I didn’t know and I’m sorry I slept with your girl. I would have never…. You know, if I had known…” he stammers.

“Thank you. For talking to her last night. I owe you everything for sending her back to me.” You say.

“Brother, I would do anything for you. I knew she loved you 5 minutes into our conversation. She told me everything I would ever hope someone would say about me one day. I told her she needed to go tell you all of that. I’m guessing everything went well?” He asks.

“It did…more than well. I just don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us. I love her, but dude I love you too. Need you both.” You smile softly at him.

“Ah, you cant get rid of me that easily. No hard feelings. Love her hard, she deserves it.” He says, grabbing his stuff and gesturing to walk outside. You lock the studio door and tell him you’ll meet him there.

You and Josh park at the same time, looking at each other through your car windows and giving a small salute with your fingers. It is going to take some time for things to feel completely normal again, but for now you are just glad that the two of you have gotten past the worst of it.

You open the door and usher Josh in before you step inside yourself to the dive bar that you’ve come to love so much. You’re greeted by the familiar scent of beer and stale popcorn, the neon lights casting a shine that gives you hope for what the future has in store.

Today is the start of something new, a new beginning. With her.

You see Sam and Jake already perched at your favorite table, puzzled looks on their faces when they see you and Josh laughing and playfully punching each other as you make your way there. 

“Oof. I am ready for a cocktail. Who’s buying?” Josh sits down and looks to his brothers to see who will offer first.

After a minute of silence Sam is the first to give in. “Alright fine…” he jokingly stomps away to the bar to grab the first round.

As he’s ordering the drinks you hear a bell, indicating someone new has entered the bar. She walks in and immediately your stomach is full of butterflies, unsure of how to act with her in public for the first time since everything has happened. You can tell she feels uneasy too, not wanting to make eye contact with the table yet and walking faster than usual. When she finally approaches the table, Josh is the first to speak.

“Ahhh, there she is. If you can’t be serving us, your company is the next best thing.” he gives her a warm smile and she returns it. You see Jake watching their interaction, unsure of what to think. The confusion only grows deeper as she sits down next to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek and scooting her chair as close as possible. You place your arm around her shoulders to calm her nerves. 

Before he can ask any questions, Sam is back at the table with the round of drinks as promised. 

“Alright you bastards,” he starts while handing everyone their drink of choice. Once everyone has something in hand he raises his up to the ceiling.

“To all of us getting along again, and to whatever fucked up things happened staying in the past. All that matters is that my brothers are happy.” To that everyone hums in unison, taking a sip of their alcohol. You squeeze your arm around your girl and kiss her forehead. Finally feeling like everything came together the way it was supposed to.

Josh pats your back and gives you a smile, which seems to be enough for Jake to let it go, him taking a swig of his beer and focusing his attention on the door. You realize that Sam is also looking at the door, and his face is completely drained of color, looking like he’s seen a ghost. You turn your head towards the door and can’t process what you are seeing. You recoil your arm and sit up straight, trying to look strong and confident. 

Fuck. You know you aren’t seeing things correctly, you’re definitely hallucinating. This is not real.

“Well… to what do we owe this great pleasure?” Sam asks sarcastically as she approaches your table.

“C’mon Sammy, after all the years we’ve known each other THAT is how you greet me? I’m hurt.” she lets out a dry laugh and focuses her attention to you. It takes all of your strength to not make eye contact, but you slowly look up.

You’re mistaken though, she isn’t looking at you at all. Her stare is trained on the beautiful girl to your left. 

No, not now. This cannot be happening. Please.

“Hi, I’m Olivia. I’m sure Daniel has told you all about me…” she extends her hand with a giggle. 

Fuck.

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Fin. 

Not ready to let go? Find out what happens next by reading Crave, the sequel to Muse, located under my Josh Tab.

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[viccyfics]

Femme Fatale

Rating: explicit

Fandom: Ghost band

Relationship: Swiss x Aurora

Words: 1515

Warnings: Tentacle dick, oral sex, sub and dom, mentions of bad aftercare, mentions of bad past relationships

Summary: Sub swiss and Dom Aurora oral to Femme Fetale by Twin Temple

Available here or or Ao3

"Such a good boy," Aurora smirked from behind her desk, applying her deep red lipstick in the mirror, but her eyes were on Swiss' reflection.

He was sat on the edge of the bed, hands behind his back, bead bowed in submission.

"sitting there so nice for me baby."

"Is sex appeal a deadly poison?"

Aurora glanced down at her phone to see what the song playing was, Cirrus had made her the playlist telling her that it would help a lot in the bedroom and so far the air ghoulette had been telling the truth.

What she wasn't expecting to see was the text notification from Cumulus;

"Make sure to fuck him hard and collect his soul Princess xx"

"I'm in the mood for destruction"

She couldn't help but shake her head with a chuckle, she had noticed very early on that the other ghoulettes had an almost game when it came to fucking Swiss and she was loving all the advice they had given her.

She had always been a very dominant ghoul even while in the pit, but there was an added layer of excitement with all the new sensations that came with being top side.

The toys were also a bonus.

"Don't be afraid of my pretty weapon Tell me what is so sinister about a woman?"

Placing her lipstick back down the desk. She slowly made her way to the tall ghoul.

Her hips swaying to the music, her tight underwear did nothing to hide the bulge of her tentacle trying to escape.

Swiss glanced up at her, both enjoying this angle. His eyes quickly caught sight of the squirming appendage, his mouth salivating at the image of it.

"We're all born with original sin"

"I like it when you're quiet like this." The multi-ghoulette mused, her hand coming up to cup Swiss' left cheek.

"Do you promise not to bite me?" she asked, although joking, she asked the question every time she put anything in his mouth that was a part of her body.

"I choose to use mine on men"

Swiss nodded in reply.

"You can talk baby, it's okay. You know I need you to actually answer me."

"No Mistress, I won't bite."

"La Femme Fatale

Come and follow me"

"Do you think you could take it down your throat?" The top of her tentacle was now slipping its way out the waist and, a little too early for her liking, but considering it had a mind of its own when it wanted to, it was doing an okay job of behaving.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

That was all it took for Aurora to pull her lace panties roughly down her thighs one-handedly, using the hand still cupping Swiss' cheek to push his head forward a little.

The tentacle moved to try and reach out for the ghoul, the tip deepening in colour as it started to drop onto the floor.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"Ah, shit..." Aurora hissed out as Swiss opened his mouth allowing the tentacle to find its place inside.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

Swiss licked his tongue from the base near her vaginal opening and back to the tip, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"Just like that" she groaned, her hand moving from his cheek to the back of his head to grip at his locs to push the tentacle further into his mouth.

It certainly wasn't the longest in the band, or thickest for that matter, but Swiss still found it to be his favourite so far, but he'd never tell anyone but Aurora that.

"Such a good boy."

"lie with me, commit crimes with me"

Aurora couldn't handle this position anymore. Just standing there felt weird, but she couldn't help but love having Swiss look up to her.

She thought for a second before pushing his head back slightly and lifting her left leg, putting her bare foot down on the bed next to Swiss' thigh to give him more access.

"Use your hands baby, It's okay."

"I'm your nightmare, I'm your fantasy"

Pulling both hands quickly from behind his back, the right one gripped Aurora's thigh to keep her from pulling away as he sucked the appendage that was starting to wiggle down his throat.

And his left, going underneath her to stroke a finger along her folds.

"It kills you to love a lady like me"

"Fuck, Swiss just like that!" the ghoulette moaned when two fingers sunk into her body with a squelch.

Swiss let out a small moan, sending vibrations straight through the tentacle, pushing Aurora further into her lust-clouded mind.

"Well one day I'll put you out of your misery"

Swiss could feel the tentacle doing its best to try and stretch out to push past his uvula, but with no such luck.

His tongue still ran up and down its length, twirling around the tip and repeating.

"We're all born with original sin"

"Keep doing that!" Aurora cried out, both hands in Swiss' hair tightening, her thigh flush against his head.

She could feel herself getting close to the edge, and she knew Swiss wasn't far behind.

"I choose to use mine on men"

"Don't stop!" This was it, the final stretch before she came.

The final stretch until Swiss' mouth would be filled with her fluid.

"La Femme Fatale

Come and follow me"

Swiss moaned again, adding a third finger into the squirming ghoulette, his fingers pumping to no particular rhythm, her g-spot being stroked every time he pulled them out and pushed back in.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

"Keep doing that baby." Aurora stuttered out, her legs shaking, "I'm about to cum, please don't stop!"

Swiss glanced up at her, most of his view being the hair brushing against his face, but he did catch a few glimpses of her face, sweaty and red, eyes rolled to the back of his head, lips trembling.

Gorgeous.

He knew better than to change up his movements now, even though his jaw was aching, his tongue was growing tired, and his hand was cramping up.

And the tentacle in his mouth kept thrashing slightly as Aurora's orgasm grew closer.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"I'm coming!" Aurora cried out, her claws digging into Swiss' scalp, making him exhale through his nose in pain.

The tentacle jerked, her cum filling his mouth and spilling out from between his lips.

Aurora pulled away, her arms dropping down to her side and her shaking leg coming off of the bed.

She let herself drop to the floor in front of Swiss.

"Just shut up and kiss me"

The ghoulette looked up at Swiss from the floor, he had put his hands back behind his back, making no move to clean up his face.

His cheeks bulged as he refused to swallow until given the all-clear making Aurora giggle.

"You can swallow baby, it's okay."

Doing as he was told, Swiss tilted bus head back to Swallow it all at once.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"Are you okay?" Aurora asked, not trusting her still shaking legs to lift her onto the bed just yet.

"I'm okay." Swiss spoke his voice hoarse.

"Did you drop?" Aurora queried putting her head on Swiss' knee.

"We're all born with original sin"

"No, but I don't know if we're done or not." Swiss muttered truthfully, looking away from the ghoulette.

"I choose to use mine on men"

"We're done baby, let's go clean you up."

"Thanks, Rory."

"La Femme Fatale

Come, follow me"

Aurora placed a hand on Swiss' knee, her head now lifted to help push herself up to her feet.

Swiss watched her carefully, keeping an she on her to make sure she didn't fall over as she grabbed a towel each for the both of them.

"Into ruin and ecstasy"

Heading towards the joined bathroom, Swiss could hear her turn on the water for the bath.

"Oh!" Aurora gasped, shocked to see Swiss in the doorway.

"I was gonna come get you." She commented.

"La Femme Fatale

God forbid I speak"

"You're getting in with me aren't you?" Swiss asked looking down at her with a small frown in his lips.

"Of course I am, I'm not just going to leave you after a scene."

"Just shut up and kiss me"

"I know you wouldn't!" Swiss gasped, worried about upsetting the small ghoulette. "It's just.." he paused not sure of what to say.

"I'm sorry women are necessary

To the survival of humanity"

"You've been left without aftercare?" Aurora asked putting the pieces together herself.

Swiss nodded with a sad look on his face, "It was a long time ago, Don't worry."

"Na na, na na na na na na"

Aurora stepped towards him to help pull off his t-shirt, "Let's get in the bath, have a cuddle and get you some food okay?"

"Je suis la belle dame sans mercy!"

"Sounds perfect, Roy."

#Ghost band #Ghost BC fanfic #aurora ghoulette #swiss ghoul #swiss x aurora #Mature fic #Ghost band fanfic #Vic fics #Fanfic writer

[izosdualpistols]

KidLaw Playlist . . .

— Inspired by @ devircy 's Kidlaw playlist post

LOTS of Arctic Monkeys, Glass Animals, etc...

Muse - Supermassive Black Hole

: ``I thought I was a fool for no one. Oh baby, I'm a fool for you.``

Mother Mother - Arms Tonite

: ``I died in your arms tonight. I slipped through into the afterlife, it was nice.``

Glass Animals - Pork Soda

: ``Maybe you're fucking scum. Don't you go psycho chum. I want you for the world. I want you all the time.``

SIAMÉS - "The Wolf"

: ``Out of my head, of my heart and my mind. 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now is crying out for more.``

Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine?

: ``And satisfaction feels like a distant memory. And I can't help myself all I ever wanna say is, "Are you mine?"``

Glass Animals - Toes

: ``I'm a man, I'm a twisted fool - And all I ever want is just a little love.``

5SOS - Teeth

: ``Don't know if you love me or you want me dead. - Fight so dirty but you love so sweet. Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth.``

Arctic Monkeys - Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

: ``And you're startin' to bore me, baby, why'd you only call me when you're high?``

Glass Animals - Your Love (Déjà Vu)

``Too far from over you. - I can feel your love, your temporary touch, it's a hit and run.``

Måneskin - Beggin'

``So, any time I bleed, you let me go. - I'm beggin', beggin' you, and put your loving hand out, darling.``

Arctic Monkeys - Arabella

: ``Just might have tapped into your mind and soul. - Asking if I can have one of those organic cigarettes that she smokes.``

Ed Sheeran - Bad Habits

: ``Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't. - And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say. Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape. - My bad habits lead to you.``

Got a flat ass from sitting on my chair for too long making myself this playlist because it's 10x more difficult finding songs without Spotify (it's not free in Korea and art cram school is sucking ny wallet dry <3).

In all seriousness, I feel like Kidlaw's relationship revolves around the hatefuck, drug/sex (?) addict, one night stands, unrequited love, guns, crime, illegal shit area a lot.

Normally, I wouldn't say I'm into it but between Kidlaw fans - I'm into it. I blame Las because their doujins were what made me fall into the Kidlaw trap.

Honestly,, admitting Kidlaw has good chemistry + is hot was like signing a contract with the devil but the devil was Eustass Kid... Now I hate Kid in an affectionate way.

#kid x law #kidlaw #eustass kid #trafalgar law #kidlaw playlist #one piece playlist

[occultismchaoss]

Reposting! I forgot a few things in my first submission.

🧚🧚 I’m summoning all my medieval fantasy lovers who enjoy throwing headcanons around, plotting together, enthusiasm that is mutual, creating Pinterest boards and playlists. I really want to meet a writing partner who has the same passion for what we write, I want to completely immerse ourselves into the world we create and freak out over the couple we create. I only feel comfortable writing with non binary and women. It makes me uncomfortable to write with a cis man. I myself am a woman, in case you’re curious. I’m 21 so I ask that my writing partners be 18+!

I’m looking for somebody who will want to stay up til late because we’re too excited to sleep, I want a friend as well as a writing partner. I’m mainly looking for mxf pairings right now, I’m fine with playing whichever gender. Truly doesn’t matter to me.

I’d really like for our plot to include enemies to lovers and kingdoms at war, and other suggestions I have are ; arranged marriages, sunshine x grumpy, fated soul mates, morally grey characters, spicy female characters. I’d really love to write as or write against a female muse who has depth to her and isn’t overly submissive. I want complexed characters.

I’m a sucker for one human muse (even if temporarily) and the other a fantasy creature. I love the angst and all of that to go with it. I don’t have a particular storyline that I’m set on but I do know I want kingdoms at war, enemies to lovers and potential mates if you like Idea 🤭

I am an advanced writer ranging from adv lit to novella. Anything else bores me I’m sorry! I’d prefer for our story to have spice in it, I feel like it adds so much to the story. Though with exceptions I can use the fade to black method. I’m just a whore who loves the spicy scenes ✨ I write solely on discord!

For face claims I prefer realistic, be that as real life people or AI’s. The option is open!

If you’re interested in getting to know me better and discussing a possible roleplay, interact and I’ll message you! But please, I ask you only interact if you’re willing to give the same kind of energy back. I’m a very excitable person and to receive none of the enthusiasm back in return, will likely cause me to grow disinterested. I just want to make friends and make a beautiful story!

#discord 1x1 #discord rp #indie 1x1 #1x1 plot #1x1 roleplay #1x1 rp #1x1 rp search #fantasy rp #indie rp #period rp #indie roleplay #dark roleplay #original roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc rp #original rp #fantasy roleplay #enemies to lovers #1x1 smut rp #smut 1x1

[thepriceofsurvival]

I head your Jean-coded playlist Nora, and I love it, but I will also provide my own. Mostly just because of my own music taste.

A little rock, a little punk, a little grunge, a touch pop, even some indie. And of course, so very very sad.

A few of the songs as well as some of the lyrics, just to convince you:

In My Time of Dying - Led Zeppelin

In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home {...} Oh, Saint Peter at the gates of Heaven Won’t you let me in? {...} I never did no harm, I never did no wrong I must’ve did somebody some good Oh, I believe I did

Brand New City - Mitski

I think my fate is losing its patience I think the ground is pulling me down I think my life is losing momentum I think my ways are wearing me down But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn't know how to be alive I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die Honey, what'd you take? What'd you take? Honey, look at me Tell me what you took, what'd you take?

Sunlight - Hozier

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night? For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight But whose heart would not take flight? Betray the moon as acolyte On first and fierce affirming sight Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

You’d Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out to Get You) - Waterparks

I learned to live with these eyes in my closet Hands in my pockets Alone, but surrounded I'm breathing, I'm drowning I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?

Wires - The Neighbourhood

We talked about making it I'm sorry that you never made it And it pains me just to hear you have to say it You knew the game and played it It kills to know that you have been defeated I see the wires pulling while you're breathing You knew you had a reason {...} He told me I should take it in Listen to every word he's speaking The wires getting older I can hear the way they're creaking As they're holding him

16, 16, Six - The Drips

Tell me what you wanna know I gotta tell you that I miss your voice Cause everything else I hear is a violent noise And it's breaking through to my soul {...} Take comfort in familiar face Carried me all over the place Fell in love the only way we could No one understood and no one could

Fight or Flight - Conan Grey

Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die Than have to cry in front of you Fight or flight, I'd rather lie Than tell you I'm in love with you

Giver - K.Flay

I'm learning to live I'm trying to be better I'm learning to give But I don't know if I'm a giver {...} I got so much soul in my body But no one keeping me honest And whole days turn into holes in my mind

You Know You're Right - Nirvana

I will never follow you I will never bother you Never speak a word again I will crawl away for good I will move away from here You won't be afraid of fear No thought was put into this I always knew it would come to this Things have never been so swell I have never failed to fail

Exit Music (For A FIlm) - Radiohead

Wake from your sleep The drying of your tears Today we escape, we escape Pack and get dressed Before your father hears us Before all hell breaks loose Breathe, keep breathing Don't lose your nerve Breathe, keep breathing I can't do this alone

Hysteria - Muse

'Cause I want it now I want it now Give me your heart and your soul And I'm breaking out I'm breaking out Last chance to lose control

Aneurism - Nirvana

Come on over, do the twist, aha Overdo it and have a fit, aha Love you so much, it makes me sick, aha Come on over and do the twist, aha Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) Beat me out of me (beat it, beat it) {...}

Lydia - Highly Suspect

I've seen better days So unafraid in my youth I can't breathe, much less believe You gave everything you had Every little thing you had A true love unrehearsed I've seen your best and worst And at your worst, you're still the best But at my best, I am the worst It's a curse

Devil In Me 22-20s

I don't live, I just breathe I don't give and I don't recieve And I'll never get the devil Outside of me, outside of me I don't get all the good things You said I'd see, you said I'd see And I don't see the light Surrounding me, surrounding me

Dream On - Aerosmith

Every time that I look in the mirror All these lines on my face getting clearer The past is gone Oh, it went by like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way?

Don't Matter - Kings of Leon

You're not a man everybody says But it don't matter to me Dirty feet on my seat But it don't matter to me Break my heart, tear me apart It don't matter to me no, no I put a shine in your eye It don't matter to me 'Cause it's always the same And I'm always the same

#Spotify #jean moreau #read the songs as you wish #for me some are to jean some are by jean #some are #jerejean #kevinjean #moreaux #kevin day #and a lot are riko #riko moriyama #jeremy knox #aftg #all for the game #tsx #the sunshine court #nora sakavic #playlist #music recs #i could talk for hours about most of these and jeans character study #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #renee walker #hozier #radiohead #nirvana #muse #aerosmith #the neighbourhood

[piltover-sharpshooter]

MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST

Share at least five songs that remind you of your muse, or that you associate with your muse's character arc. Including lyrics is optional.

1-- Discombobulate by Hans Zimmer

Pretty obvious choice, I know, but it really is a great theme that fits Caitlyn like a glove. It gives me vibes of crime solving both in the field and in the office. Plus the Victorian vibes? Oh godlike.

2-- Lost Again by Kings Elliot

So why do I run for the flames? 'Cause there's no way back And they're all I have And why am I so lost again? I'd give everything But I'll never win

This is a VERY good song that gives vibes of Caitlyn after a hard case or before starting one, just so incredibly tired, knowing that this is slowly killing her, but always ready to stand back up and do it all over again. Her fucking Martyr Complex I swear to the gods--

3-- Writing's in the Wall by Sam Smith

I'm prepared for this I never shoot to miss But I feel like a storm is coming If I'm gonna make it through the day Then there's no more use in running This is something I got to face

4--Sankarin Tango Control's OST

Yksin sankar' yöhön syvemmälle matkaa pois Se taakka hänen harteillaan kuin lupaus aina ois Täss' pelissä tää narri lyödään maahan aina vaan Vaan hetki kuoloss' lepoo suodaan, jo takas kutsutaan

Talk about a recent discovery and an off the wall one at that, but Tango fits Caitlyn insanely well, and this song about a hero trapped in a dark place, and the darkness being like a burden, yet he carries on is just perfect. I can see Cait dancing to this song in her study, no doubt.

5--Por Una Cabeza by Carlos Gardel

Por una cabeza, todas las locuras Su boca que besa Borra la tristeza Calma la amargura

Por una cabeza Si ella me olvida Qué importa perderme Mil veces la vida Para qué vivir

From one tango to another, and this one from my country that just SCREAMS Cait with @angelicxlly's Leblanc. Oh the raw passion and love she has for that woman, that makes her go crazy and she'd do everything for her, because she IS her everything. Just wonderful.

6--Hell's Coming With Me by Poor Mans Poison

And it is well, with my soul You line your pockets full of money that you steal from the poor And on your way down to hell, you hear me ring that bell I'd pay the devil twice as much to keep your soul

Last one for now! A very good song when Cait feels like she's on the warpath, just ready to absolutely shoot up a town. It also gives me vibes of Cait preparing a sting and then striking.

Tagged by: @veiled-lady (I think?? Tumblr seems to say so, but if not stolen from kek)

Tagging: @songofsilentechoes @ferinehuntress @shimmerbeasts @undercity-merc @risingshine @angelicxlly @nova--spark @blackrosesmatron and whoever else wants to!

#occ #headcanons

[rewritingrosie]

ᥫ᭡ roleplay partner search !

hello, hello! I’m Rosie, and I’m calling for all those actively seeking new roleplay partners! I’m aiming to pick up a couple new writing partners, as I am 20, all applicants are preferably 18+ at minimum! check and see whether we’d be a match! ‹𝟹

about me !

Hello, hello! I’m Rosie :3

I just turned 20 this past year in october! I’m an admin assistant full time in the rv industry currently, on top of being a writer and a part time artist, so I’m seeking someone who is comfortable with 1-2 responses a day, & is flexible. I’m CST.

I’ve been role-playing / co-writing for about 4-5 years, DnD for about 2 years, and it's a beloved past-time of mine! If I’m not writing or working, I’m spending time with my boyfriend or cats, or playing a game! Eventually, my big dream is to publish a book, even if it's with a writing partner — but really I just enjoy creating!

ཐི WRITING PARTNER QUALIFICATIONS:

AGE RANGE, OTHER:

19-27! I’m not comfortable with writing with minors or men, regardless of whether the content is NSFW. I prefer to write with women or nonbinary individuals over men for the sake of comfort!

PAIRINGS:

I enjoy writing FxM, with me playing the female, unless we double! In that case, I’ll make your sweet dream of a character any day! :)

DURATION:

Longterm writing partners preferred, not into one-shots! We put a lot of our energy into our stories, and I don't like to see that go to waste! When one story ends, I love to see another begin!

ACTIVITY & OOC CHATTER:

fairly active! As we all have lives, provided you let me know if something pops up, I don't mind at all if you can only do 1-2 responses per day! That being said, I am VERY OOC-chatter friendly! I love brainstorming head-cannons, making playlists, pinterest boards (as a pinterest fiend), send tiktoks, and oc info sheets! I also want to just be friends with my writing partners!! It makes the writing come easier, and we spent a lot of time together! :)

PLOTTERS, NOT PANTSERS:

I prefer to be able to world-build to some degree with my partners, even if it's in a modern setting! I want to have someone as invested as I am! Of course, it's perfectly okay if the energy pulls us in an opposite direction later when we get to know our characters better, but the effort is what's important!

WRITING DETAILS:

I typically write in 3rd person, and can comfortably write 3-5 paragraphs per response, while I can scale up if I’m excited! While I can write more, I do tend to have slower responses the longer they are, and can get overwhelmed once we head into the Novella area! :) But I’ll always communicate that! Genre-wise, I thrive in high, dark, or urban fantasy, but I also enjoy historical or modern settings as well!! I LOVE writing romance, and fluff, so don't be scared if high intensity rp’s aren't your thing — I’m a big softie!

N/SFW:

I am N/SFW friendly, but this is not mandatory by any means for any of my partners! I prefer tasteful spice — 30/70 to 40/60, and by that, I mean I want the chemistry to be there, and I want our focus to be on connection and plot-building! :)

FANDOM / ORIGINAL:

I prefer writing originals over fandom-based stories! That doesn’t mean we can't taken inspiration though!

SOME TROPES / PAIRINGS I ENJOY /DYNAMICS:

enemies-to-lovers, rivals, forbidden love (not to be mistaken with taboo!), secret identity, soulmates or ‘bonded’ souls (soulmate tattoos), opposites, protection tropes, academic rivals, deity with a mortal, artist with muse, assassins sent to kill each other, fake dating, forced proximity, royalty ANYTHING, dating shows, masked character, fallen angels, detectives x criminal, and a LOT more!

* the roleplay itself will take place on discord! I like making personalized servers for us! If interested, feel free to dm! can’t wait to chat!!!

#roleplay partner finder #roleplay partner wanted #1x1 rp search #fantasy writers #advanced literate rp #literate rp #roleplay partner ad

[anunkindncss]

Plots I am actively wanting thanks to my Spotify playlist.

Back To December: Muse A has commitment issues, that much has been obvious since they left Muse B in the background. But sometimes, we all have to take a look back and wonder what if we'd made the wrong decision? So Muse A comes back to town to sit down with Muse B and try to have a conversation, a real one. But Muse B isn't letting go that easily, and has a chain on the door of their heart. Angst. Pain. Makeup? Move on? Who knows.

Johnny Can't Decide: Muse A feels like they are on the absolute brink of success (actor/musician/songwriter/etc.) but Muse B is ready for real life to begin. Muse A has some tough calls to make because what Muse B has planned doesn't involve late nights, little money, and the starving artist image. The way it stands, Muse A can either keep fighting for their passions, which may have them lose Muse B entirely, or walk away from these big dreams and decide that maybe, just maybe the life Muse B has in their mind is a future too hard to walk away from.

I'm Still Here: Muse A has always been invisible, in their own mind. They have lived nearly the entirety of their life struggling to find their place in the world when one day they bump into Muse B who doesn't just glance over them. Wanting to know more, to understand Muse A, Muse B begins trying to step into their world. For once, Muse A allows the doors to fall down and finds that with company, you can do just about anything. Support is the foundation for dreams coming true. (Can be platonic/romantic).

Help (tw: addiction, suicidal ideation, PTSD): Due to Muse A having an addiction (alcohol, drugs, gambling, etc.) from a secondary reasoning (domestic abuse, Post War PTSD, Traumatic PTSD, etc.) Muse A has begun to finally hit bottom... And realizes they don't want to do this anymore. Muse B (former friend/lover/family member) gets a call one night from a number they don't know hearing Muse A sob on the other end. Sometimes bottom is the only way up.

Small Bump (tw: miscarriage, death): Muse A and Muse B are the most excited to be parents. Muse A works dutifully to ensure that Muse B's pregnancy will be happy, healthy, and most of all, safe. But life comes with 0 guarantees as one day Muse B wakes up to no movement, no kicking, no fuss. Worried, they see the doctor and some of the worst news in the world is presented. Miscarriages can often make or break the strongest of relationships. Muse A and Muse B have to figure out how to navigate this tidal wave of grief. The real question? Can they do it together? Or apart?

Traveling Soldier: Muse A has readily enlisted in the Army/Navy/Marines/Air Force. The day before he is to be deployed, on a leave, he finds himself wandering this small town. In a diner, getting his last good meal in before the long journey ahead, he meets Muse B, a diner waiter/waitress just trying to make enough money to get to college while busting their tail to make great tips. Muse A starts small talk before revealing what they've planned and Muse B, floored because they'd never even thought of that route and knowing what they've read in the news, promises Muse A a night to remember (can be platonic/romantic). Morning comes and Muse A finds themselves regretting their choice to serve, but honoring it under one condition. That Muse B allows them to write letters. They agree, and Muse A ships off, sending letters home to the one person they can't wait to get back to.

Swing Life Away: Muse A and Muse B ran off from home very young, knowing little about one another outside of the fact that they both left tough situations. They'd met at the bus stop and just started spilling everything over a warm cup of coffee shared by someone who could recognize another exhausted soul. As they begin to figure out where they want to land, they decide to do it together. They find a beat up old house with one promising feature. A porch swing. It's not a perfect life, but it's the start of something that pushed them past the past that left them with scars.

You're Too Close: Muse A has never been great at expressing how they feel. Especially when it comes to Muse B, who just looks at Muse A as a good friend. Until their college graduation night when Muse A drunkenly confesses everything. How they've been feeling, how much they care. Drunk, themselves, Muse B takes the confession as a green light to drunkenly begin to hook up, when Muse A stops them and tells them they will... but only once they sober up. The following morning, they're laying in bed looking at one another and Muse B wonders why Muse A never said anything. Whether this leads to something beginning or an awkward air? Time will tell.

#wanted plots;