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[dvggered]

F A M I L Y is sacred. but so is L O V E.

independent portrayal of rebekah mikaelson of the vampire diaries / the originals.

A STUDY IN: hopeless romanticism, always & forever, blood is thicker than water, losing time, involuntary childlessness, sibling rivalry, rekindled love, keeping the family together while longing for the family you never had.

penned by isla. she/her. twenty5.

heavily affiliated with @sanguinelupus / @perzysprumia / @invitisalvatore / @insanislupus / @tricursed / @hiveruled

doc. | photos. | prompts. | rules&info under the cut.

I am VERY new to not only tumblr rp, but writing in general. Please be gentle and patient with me! I am going to make mistakes when it comes to tumblr etiquette, so please feel free to let me know if I’m doing anything weird, wrong, or get canon events confused, etc.

I will be using standard 100x100 icons, but would prefer small to medium sized gifs if possible! I know not everyone is okay with gifs, but if you are, please let me know💖

Standard TVD fandom banned faceclaims. Ian Somerhalder, Nathaniel Buzolic, Matt Davis.

I love ships (as does Rebekah)! If I can see Rebekah with someone, canon or otherwise, I’m happy to ship it. Don’t be afraid to come to me with a potential ship you’d like to do. I am multiship and write Rebekah as pansexual and (somewhat) polyamorous.

Triggers: I ask that you please tag any IMAGES or DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS of: spiders, excessive gore, vomit/vomiting. This blog will deal with child loss and infertility a bit, so if you need that (or other TVD canon triggers) tagged feel free to let me know! This also should be a given, but any form of pedophilia (fictional or otherwise) is not tolerated on this blog.

21+ blogs only. I am more than willing to write smut but most likely on Discord. Rebekah loves being In love and sex is one of her favorite vices. However, no "smut only" blogs.

If you want to unfollow, I ask that you hard block so I don't get confused and refollow you later on.

Heavily affiliated with Ganon: sanguinelupus / perzysprumia / invitisalvatore. We are married. However, that doesn’t mean I’m going to be exclusive with all their characters! The only exclusive I will have with them is Klaus.

ABOUT ME:

Hi! Thanks for reading my rules. My name is isla, I am 25 and live in Pennsylvania, USA which is eastern standard time zone. I work Monday-Thursday 9am-5pm. I’ve been married since 2020, have a cat and a dog, and I read a ton of audiobooks in my spare time. My autism is something I’m getting used to at the moment so if I don’t quite understand tumblr or social etiquette, please be patient with me. Fandoms I love include TVD, PJO, ASOIAF, The good place, Zodiac Academy, The 100, Netflix's Winx Saga, Bridgerton, Ghosts and a lot more! If you'd like to chat or plot on discord, just ask for my username.

all icons used are made by me or sanguinelupus. all blog graphics are made by sanguinelupus. theme made by godmona. gifs from karolinadeanwrites and myself.

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[davidcxrenswet]

“ i just want to hear your voice until i fall asleep … ”

He wasn’t present for most of the removal, and for good reason. If Mariana so much as shrieked or cried out once, he’d fight tooth and nail to stop the whole thing. Sure they had Bryce, a rugged brute, and Kaz the golden boy jock around, but Harvey was taller and quicker, and none of them would be able to hold him down. He’d stop the whole thing and drag Mariana away from there if she cried out for him to do so. So it was imperative he stayed away. He just didn’t get very far with that plan. Harvey had been pacing outside the house where they conducted the exorcism or whatever it was they were doing. He didn’t really know, and frankly he didn’t really care to know. The more details he had, the harder it would have been for him to be away. At the time he had only really understood a couple scattered facts: there was some shard inside Mariana which changed her genetic make up to the point that she needed to literally eat men in order to survive, the longer it was there the more feral she’d get, and that only the Murder Club could get it out of her. He didn’t like that last bit. No matter what, Harvey just didn’t trust that group of delinquents. And at that time he had to trust them with the most important person in his life.

It had nearly driven him mad, to the point where he just couldn’t stay away and finally gave into the urge to run to her. When he barreled down the stairs into the cellar where things were happening, he could only remember a handful of things. Mariana was chained down in the center of the room, her jaw unhinged in an inhuman way revealing rows of deadly sharp fangs. She didn’t look anything like the girl he cuddled up to almost nightly. It was hard to believe the flesh curling above those teeth were the lips he kissed so often. There was nothing recognizable in her frenzied eyes or shrieking voice. It was an image out of his worst nightmares, created from the girl of his dreams. He remembered the way his stomach flopped uncomfortably, the whirl of nausea that gripped him while his heart shattered at the sight. It was horrid and it was frightening and it gutted him to hear her scream like she did. Surely they were failing, there’s no way they could hold back that demonic thing. That’s what he thought, and it was probably true, but then there was a voice calling over the screaming and shouting — a voice Harvey thought may have been Violet Matthews but it had seemed unlikely. After all, none of them really cared if the former junior deputy didn’t survive this B-movie horror show they’d been dragged into — so whoever called out that staying this way could lead to his untimely demise was likely seeking the only trump card they could have against her in the situation.

The next events blurred together to the point where Harvey wasn’t sure exactly when they happened or how long it all took place, but eventually Mariana stopped fighting, and the whole weird ritual thing went on and a shard of glass was ripped out of her abdomen by some invisible force. It all happened so fast that whenever he tried to imagine it, he no longer felt scared of the memory. He was practically numb to it. What he recalled more clearly was Mariana passing out afterwards and everyone huddling close to her, until he’d shouldered past them, making his presence known, and carried her out of there. If any of them tried to protest, he didn’t care. He wasn’t leaving her with them after all that — somehow he knew deep down she didn’t want to wake up surrounded by their concerned expressions and probing questions. So he took her away, back to the loft apartment he’d kept above the old church. She was out cold the entire time, and he’d worried momentarily when he’d deposited her on the bed that maybe he shouldn’t have moved her. It was too late, though.

She was there, tucked gently under the covers of his bed after he’d put her in clean clothes, snoozing silently against the pillow. He hadn't fully registered what was going on until Sassy had placed his head on the edge of the bed and whimpered at the girl. “Ssh, quiet buddy,” he hummed to the dog, scratching behind his ears. “She needs some rest.” And boy did she rest. Harvey thought she’d be asleep for maybe five to eight hours, at least the length of a regular sleep. Surely once the sunlight flooded through the skylight she’d be roused awake. He didn’t feel bothered when Sasquatch jumped onto the empty space beside Mariana and curled up to sleep, occasionally poking his head up to observe her in hopes she’d wake. When Harvey pulled a chair next to the bed, popping in one AirPod and pulling up an audiobook to keep himself occupied while he waited, he’d expected to only be sitting there for a few hours.

So when nearly sixteen hours had passed and Mariana was still asleep and he’d had the worst ache in his joints from leaning forward on his elbows and watching her with deeply worried eyes… Harvey just wasn’t sure what was going on. He was beginning to fear the worst: that somehow the exorcism or ritual those stupid kids did put his girlfriend in a coma. He wondered if he should rush her to the hospital but then what would he tell them? “My girlfriend was a man eating demon because someone literally shoved a piece of glass into her stomach but it’s okay some hooligans from school read some Latin out loud and got it out of her but then she passed out and hasn’t woken up in like more than half a day, so I’m not sure what’s wrong but I think she’s at least human again.” Her mother, the hospital nurse, would surely love to hear that ridiculous story about her daughter from a coworker. Before Mariana even woke up, they’d send Harvey to the loony bin and toss out the key.

He was beginning to fear the worst but then it had finally happened — she woke. He imagined that moment a lot when he’d been sitting there, alternating in between listening to Stephen Fry narrating Harry Potter or Weezer crooning alt rock. He imagined the sharp inhale when she woke, the way her eyes would slowly and hazily open, looking around the room and trying to piece together where she was until her gaze landed on her dutiful boyfriend brooding in the chair next to her bed. And he wouldn’t notice her until she’d speak up, her voice soft and tired. And then he would jolt awake and jump to the bed where he’d shower her in soft kisses and practically weep over how happy he was she was okay… the thought went hazy there but he assumed he’d go make her breakfast and she’d walk around feeling totally normal and okay, like a healthy and happy teenage girl just waking up on a lazy Saturday morning. Maybe they’d go for a drive, or head to Marie’s because certainly she’d be ravenous. Normal. He’d suspected she’d wake up normal. What he got was a little different. She definitely seemed tired, and a little disoriented, and when Sassy leaned his massive head over and gently licked her hand and curled into her side, well he suspected she must have been happy to see her two boys first thing waking up after that horrific night. He hoped she was happy. But there was this edge in the air, something that told him that something was off.

This only became apparent in the way Mariana had acted since waking up. She was fatigued, understandably, but she was also quiet and distant. While she seemed mostly physically okay, there was definitely something going on with her, mentally or emotionally, that didn’t seem okay. Harvey tried to figure out how to change whatever was amiss, but as usual Mariana didn’t open up right away to him. She kept herself a bit closed off, kept her feelings mostly concealed. So he’d focused on taking care of her in other more obvious ways. He cooked nutritious meals for her, foods to help her get her strength back, and monitored her hydration, urging her to drink often. He’d hovered by her whenever she got up to move, making sure she didn’t stumble. He’d made sure she was always comfortable, put on her favorite programs to give her something to occupy herself with. He’d even made sure a whole load of his t-shirts was washed and folded, ready for her to swap out since he knew she liked wearing his clothes while lounging about. He’d offered to take her on drives to get some fresh air, let Sassy occupy Harvey’s usual spot on the bed in case she wanted puppy cuddles — just about anything he could think of that would make her happy. But she barely responded to his actions. The only times he thought she really reached out to him were when she wanted to curl up against him. He’d caught her doing that when they slept side by side, Sasquatch banished to his own doggy bed so Harvey didn’t spend another extended period sleeping upright in a chair. They usually spooned when she’d slept over before but when they’d slept next to each other during her recovery Harvey had made it a point to give her space in case she was in any physical pain. But he’d wake up in the middle of the night to her curled up against his side and he’d shift over to wrap his arm around her. He knew when he was being asked to hold her, and he knew it was best to comply.

After a couple days, Harvey began to feel a little useless. Eventually she was tending to her own needs, taking care of feeding herself etc. He still felt that she was distant, and he’d yet to try and broach the topic of what happened. He wasn’t sure if she was ready to talk, and given that she didn’t bring up what happened herself he figured it was going to be some time before she gave any indication she wanted to speak about it. So he bit back the questions, the lingering concern of the after effects. They weren’t back to a normal routine yet, which made him think she wasn’t exactly back to normal herself. And given she didn’t give him any ideas as far as what she needed from him, he was beginning to worry. He recalled that moment she gave in to the shard removal, the suggestion that had been made by one of the Murder Club kids. You’ll hurt Harvey. If that was the thought that clicked with her, that led her to give up her demonic powers… He was beginning to think that maybe the reason she wasn’t opening up to him about what had happened was because deep down she blamed him for it. What if she didn’t want to give it up? She did give them a fight at the end there… What if she regretted giving it up? And if he was the reason she did do that… Did she resent him for it? He hated admitting he was an insecure man, but late at night when he was alone to his thoughts and she felt like she was pulling even further away from him… It was all he could think about. What if she hates me now? Deep down he knew it was a stupid thought, but she wasn’t giving him a reason to think otherwise.

When they laid down the next evening, Harvey carefully moving in closer to her while still maintaining space between them, he’d found he had enough tip toeing around her and to point blank ask her what she wanted from him. So as Mariana settled into her pillow, he turned to look straight at her and abruptly asked, “Do you want me to spoon you?” He watched her brows knit in response to his random outburst and so he continued speaking. “I mean… Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and you’re sleeping against me and I realize when we go to bed I don’t, like, try to hold you or anything. I guess I’m asking if you want me to cuddle with you when we go to bed?” It felt so weird asking for clarification on something that was typically second nature for them. Dragging a hand through his curls, he slid his palm over his face and sighed deeply.

“I just… I don’t know what you need from me right now. Things have been kinda weird and I feel pretty nervous around you and I just… I’m worried I’m not giving you what you need right now. So I need you to tell me what it is that you need me to do, or want me to do to help you through whatever is going on in your head lately. I won’t push or ask you to open up to me if you’re not ready to do so. Even if you’re never ready… it’s fine, I’ll understand but I need you to tell me what I can do for you now to help make things okay again. I feel kinda useless which is fine most of the time but in the case of the girl I love, I - I just want to be able to do something for her. So please just… help me out a little. Give me something.” When she finally said something, Harvey was a bit surprised at what she said. He blinked a couple times before his gaze softened. He’d been an idiot. All this time he’d been working himself up feeling useless and he forgot one very simple fact about their relationship. Companionship. In its simplest form Mariana really just enjoyed his companionship. It took him a bit of time to realize that, pushing himself to the brink of insanity creating overly romantic moments filled with grand gestures when really all he needed to do was just be there and she seemed content.

Cheeks a bit pink with a slight blush, Harvey moved closer to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his chest, tangling his legs with hers under the covers as he weaved his fingers through her blonde hair. “You want to listen to me?” He asked quietly, awaiting her confirmation. “What should I do? Just say whatever? Tell a story or…?” His nerves were getting the better of him but he swallowed them back and cuddled her closer. She wasn’t asking for much, there was no sense complicating things. She probably just wanted to be held by her boyfriend and listen to his soft voice while she dozed off. How hard could that be? He pressed his lips to her forehead, and smiled when he swore she moved in closer. He could do this for her. He was pretty sure he’d do just about anything for her.

“Okay, I can talk. If that’s what you want, then I’ll just keep talking until you’re fast asleep. I, uh… I was looking at the calendar while cleaning the dishes earlier and I realized something. Prom is coming up. Yeah I started thinking about it, trying to remember where I packed my tux. You know, from things like debut. ‘A gentleman should always have a tuxedo in case the situation calls for it.’ That’s what Margaret used to say. Anyway, I started mentally tallying up the cost of everything. Limo, corsage… Thought that instead of taking you to the motel afterwards like a total cheapskate that we could ditch town and drive to the city and stay at a fancier place for a long weekend. Make a whole trip out of it. Didn’t you tell me that after prom it wasn’t a requirement to go to classes? I think you said that once. Like a year ago… Whoa, we’ve been dating for almost a year now. That’s pretty wild. I think after everything we’ve been through this year, we deserve to run off and ignore everyone for a few days.” He chuckled, “Not that I’m suggesting I should be your date to your Senior Prom. I mean I figured some of the football players and other guys in town will attempt to ask you, and I should at least give them the chance to try. We both know I can do a kickass promposal, but I’m kinda curious what the other kids in town may come up with. Who knows — Maybe one of them will woo you better than me. Then I can spend another prom night in my boxers watching Lord of the Rings. Just know it’d be your loss because I’m a great awkward slow dance partner. And I look good in a tux.”

Smiling, he pulled Mariana practically on top of him, curling both his arms around her and pressing kisses into her hair and onto her face. He wanted to give her some sense of normalcy, something that was a bit more like their usual routine. And cuddles and chaste kisses while he joked about prom and her many suitors seemed like a good start. A reminder that there was still so much to look forward to and that, shard or no shard, she was a gorgeous girl that boys tripped themselves over. She was still that girl that took his, and likely everyone’s, breath away.

“Whatever happens, just promise me this — no truth or dare with random kids you don’t recognize, okay?”

@karolinadeanwrites

#ship: harviana #answered #karolinadeanwrites #I’m sorry this is a mess #some normalverse post shard removal stuff since we talked about it before

[alicecvllcn]

someone out here full on simping

we gonna pretend the reason i’m a full simp on the main isn’t ‘cause of u oooor?

#U OUT HERE #SHOWING ME #SO MANY NICK GIFS #ACTING LIKE I CAN RESIST A SKINNY WHITE BOY #I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO RESIST MA'AM #WE BOTH BEEN KNEW #karolinadeanwrites

[messrsmoonys]

“If you need me, I’ll be in the nurse’s office, with a migraine, Googling Justin Trudeau shirtless.“

“Wait…what? Who the fuck is Justin True Dough and why are you googling him? Mariana you can’tjust go off on your own, even to the nurse’s office!” Bryce glanced over at theothers, expecting some agreement, some help in the matter before looking backat Mariana. Okay, apparently, he wasn’t actually going to get any help with thisone. No matter, he had this. It was all good. “’Sides, you can’t go to thenurse’s office cause if you hang out there, they’re going to find out that you…yaknow, you’re all super human and shit and you do that thing where you feelbetter super quick. Which, obviously, others can’t know so.”

#answered memes #verse: normal #ship: bryce x mariana #karolinadeanwrites

[donnasheridanwrites]

“you are allowed to feel messed up. it doesn’t mean you’re defective – it just means you’re human.”

Mitchela for @karolinadeanwrites

It had been weeks since the forest fire that destroyed the better part of her homeland; and since then - Ela hadn’t been herself. She was numb. In the aftermath of losing her parents, her extended family and friends and her home in one foul swoop was enough to break her - but the fact that it had been consequence of her own doing - bringing an untrustworthy stranger, Mitchell’s guard, who would return after the three of them had finished their trip - with fellow Auradon citizens, to poach and pillage. The fire itself had been an accident, but their intentions had been malicious from the get go, at least in Ela’s eye. 

She had practically demanded Mitchell send them to the isle, a demand that was met with obvious push back. Ela had been very against the isle from the get go, but grief was a powerful emotion and she felt herself abandoning her political stance easily at the idea of revenge. But with Mitchell recently announcing his plans to disband the isle as a whole, sending people there would totally juxtapose his ideals. On top of that, it was made clear to Ela that he couldn’t prosecute his guard or his companions for crimes they commited outside of the United States Of Auradon. This, of course, left Ela feeling betrayed. As though he was siding with his people over hers. That because they worked for his family, they got special treatment. Over her, even. 

“I don’t feel messed up…” Ela spat back as she brushed his comforting hand from his shoulder. “I feel furious”. The trauma of the past few weeks had unleashed something in her, the animalistic side that placed her in the role of predator and placed the perpetrators of her parents death as pray. “At them. At you. How could I ever marry someone who would betray me like this…” Clearly overwhelmed with grief, her words were laced with contempt. 

       The way Ela saw it, if she couldn’t protect her land or family - she would sure as hell avenge it. “If you won’t make sure justice is served through the system,  if no one is going to hold these people accountable…. I’ll do it myself.” 

#randomly got muse to write ela going dark #s: mitchela #karolinadeanwrites #rp: auradon

[serpentiinequeen]

you're definitely a hufflepuff to me :D

You know what is funny when I was younger all the quizzes come out as Ravenclaw, but as I’ve gotten older they are all Hufflepuff. So I mean, you’re definitely not wrong lo. I love me some puffs!! @karolinadeanwrites

#karolinadeanwrites

[dani-camp]

clara christensen obvs

01. Full name: clara roselen christensen 02. Best friend: probably riley lol 03. Sexuality: heteromantic bisexual?? idk honestly tho 04. Favorite color: red 05. Relationship status: single but tryna get with one guy while getting over another u know how it be 06. Ideal mate: a royal that is obsessed with her, but does not get jealous or too possessive bc thats not how she rolls. but also she does wanna seriously settle down once she’s had her fun. 07. Turn-ons: guys fighting definitely, older guys, skimpy outfits, probably people being mean to her too she has issues ok 08. Favorite food: any chocolate + caramel combination 09. Crushes: orion liddel duh  10. Favorite music: she strikes me as more of the indie pop type but since she always is at parties and bars she probably has a taste for your run-of-the-mill pop too 11. Biggest fear: finding out that no one actually loves her hahahahah 12. Biggest fantasy: truthfully she just wants to Get Married and Have Babies and probably a Castle while you’re at it. as long as it comes with Steamy Sex.  13. Bad habits: um using sex, drugs, and alcohol for escapism purposes? pretty much her default state is “having sex or trying to have sex” which gets her in trouble when she’s better off keeping it in her pants. goes into denial pretty often and has moments of hypocrisy that she thinks is justified because she’s jealous.  14. Biggest regret: probably not spitting her feelings out with both josh and orion earlier cause she might have avoided this whole “one foot in the door, one foot out” scenario earlier with them. also maybe she and orion would’ve gotten together earlier and then he would’ve never gotten with ela and she wouldn’t have to deal with their friendship?? 15. Best kept secrets: probably that she probably won’t ever be able to have kids. or how exactly evil her father is-- she’s never gone into much detail about it but the world’s gonna find out soon muahahaha 16. Last thought: “should i change my major to something more sensible or just stick with the one i’m one for convenience’s sake?” 17. Worst romantic experience: probably when she tried to subtly get mitch to fall in love with her only to find out he was sleeping with three (3) other people at the same time lmao she was SHOOK she was like “wow thats usually me” 18. Biggest insecurity: that the way she was raised is irreversible and no one will ever actually deeply love her because of it. or that she’ll never experience what having a real family feels like.  19. Weapon of choice: clara doesn’t really strike me as the fighting type. if she does it’s by tossing drinks on people or spraying pepper spray at creeps.  20. Role Model: she doesn’t really have one lmao bitch has never had a positive adult figure in her life unless you count her Dead Mom

#answered #about: clara #karolinadeanwrites

[kaylawallace]

HAppy Birthday! Hope it was amazing as you!

Thank you so much! It isn’t technically my birthday yet here but I hope it WILL be amazing :D

#inbox #lenorasbirthday2k19 #karolinadeanwrites

[sunshincwrites]

karolinadeanwrites replied to your post: so i’m like 99% sure i’m getting my first tattoo...

ooooo what are you getting?

i’m getting a little outline of a crescent moon

#karolinadeanwrites #brie

[xgoldendays]

karolinadeanwrites replied to your post: i miss glee 1x1s sometimes man I really do

LETS GO

YES

#karolinadeanwrites

[casshoward]

*showers you with love and affection* hello, you wonderful person! this is a reminder that you are beautiful and loved and deserve the world. send this to the first ten people on your dash - make sure someone gets some love today ♡♡♡♡♡

Have I mentioned that ily lately???? ‘cause....

#i do #karolinadeanwrites #the love tag

[diazevans]

karolinadeanwrites ha respondido a tu publicación: that’s bellarke’s kid, right there. BUT THIS IS...

ME

is the first time i watching the show since season 3 (i just watched little clips and gifs) and i remembered it was cause of octa/via, specially for this. and

#karolinadeanwrites

[davidcxrenswet]

“ i can feel you staring at me . ”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been caught just staring at her, and in his defense it wasn’t like it was easy not to stare at her. Something about Mariana Diaz kind of just drew you in — You were forced to watch her as she just crossed a room. That pull was like a force of nature, something beyond Harvey’s control. A gravitational pull. She was the hot and molten core of his earth and he was just a pebble unable to push away from her. She wasn’t easy to ignore and Harvey just couldn’t help but gaze at her every chance he could. It wasn’t like it was a lewd stare — He wasn’t like the other boys in Barton Hollow. He’d made a promise, an internal pact, to never treat her like some object for his own personal pleasure. He would respect her as a woman, and furthermore a woman he cared deeply about. That meant being respectful and decent except in the few scenarios where it allowed for some coy, sensual flirtation. So yes, he did find himself unconsciously staring at her but it was only ever with a look of pure adoration. Most of the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it, not until she commented on it or looked directly back at him and questioned what he was looking at. It was just some unconscious reflex he couldn’t control. When there was a lull in whatever movie they were watching, or if he was reading a boring passage in a book, no matter what the situation Harvey would find his mind —and eye— wandering directly to Mariana, looking gorgeous and completely oblivious to the wonderment and awe in his warm gaze.

That very afternoon they were doing their usual “chill” post-school hang out. It started out with him picking her up from school with a coffee in hand and ended back in his bedroom, close in company while doing something separate. Mariana lounged back against the pillows on his queen sized bed wearing one of his old Lacrosse jerseys and not much else, idly flipping through a magazine while Harvey sat at the foot of the bed with his iPad and a dozen various google search tabs opened on safari. Research… for how to break centuries old blood pacts with demons. The usual stuff. They were mostly silent, not really interacting. Mariana occasionally stopped reading to pull out her phone and respond to messages, messages Harvey pretended to know nothing about. Every time she shifted, the collar of his shirt would move with her, sometimes sliding down over her shoulder so it peaked out from beneath the fabric, teasing him from where he sat at the foot of the bed. Another day he might have taken the moment to crawl over and divert her attention from her phone to his lips, to seize the opportunity and cuddle closer to her. Today was different. He wasn’t thinking about the way her body would feel pressed into his — he did his best not to dwell too hard on that anyway. He wasn’t really thinking much at all. He was going off some other instinct he couldn’t quite name, focusing on her and clearing his mind save for the weird way he was feeling at that moment. In his head it was her and only her, nothing else was really registering. It was almost like an out of body experience, he wasn't really aware of what he was doing or how he was moving. So when Mariana had spoken up, not even bothering to look away from her phone, he was caught completely off guard. How long had he been out of it?

“Oh… sorry, baby,” he’d said dumbly. The grin that followed was small but sheepish, barely enough to form shallow dimples in his cheeks. He almost turned his attention away from her, chastened by being caught observing her, but he didn’t. Instead Harvey just kept his gaze locked onto her, the sheepish grin changing into something softer and unknown as he just watched her some more. Evidently, Mariana knew he was still looking. Soon enough her eyes were on him, a questioning glance in the way she looked back at him. It would normally be enough to cause him to blush and look away, fumbling with his words for a second before recovering with some flirty little something to make the moment seem less awkward. He’d recover with a compliment on her beauty, which was always sincere given that even sitting there in one of his shirts she was still somehow the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen. Or he’d make a joke about her “adorable resting bitch face” or inquire on what she was thinking because he was just burning with curiosity over what her microexpressions meant. Anything. He’d recover with just about anything… But today he was completely lost for words. “It’s just...”

He couldn’t quite describe what was going through his mind as he sat there looking at her; observing the lines of her face, counting the different shades of gold and green and brown that made up her hazel eyes, following the slope of her lips. Committing her face to memory though he’d already known it so well. It had almost felt like he was looking at it for the first time ever, really just looking at it. The more he stared at her, the more he felt this cloudy and heavy feeling inside his mind and chest, one that overwhelmed his every sense. He’d felt dizzy and light and dreamy and soft and nervous and excited all at once. It caused a laugh to bubble up his throat, a low vibrating chuckle that came from deep in his chest. The laugh didn’t quite catch either of them off guard… but the words that accompanied it did. He had no idea what he was about to blurt out, completely lost in that moment and the odd new feelings swirling within him that he had no idea what he was going to say. If he’d had any control in that moment, he’d have stopped it from coming out. This wasn’t how he wanted to present it, this wasn’t how he imagined it happening. And yet, nothing could stop the words from falling out with that soft laughter, low and gentle and yet very much loud enough for them both to hear.

“I love you.”

The moment he’d said those three small words, everything around him seemed to change. Whatever light and airy feeling had possessed him had suddenly lost its fight to gravity. He’d felt literally as if his body had been slammed back down to earth, much like coming down from a daydream. His own words gave him whiplash, left him winded and terrified of the response. His heart had gone from a slow and steady pace to galloping madly within his chest, and suddenly his throat was clenched with anxiety. All at once, the soft and sickly sweet, loving, grin that had formed on his lips had vanished as the inclination of his outburst settled between them. He’d not even given himself much of a chance to decipher her reaction. In the split second between realization and finally tearing his gaze away from her, Harvey could have sworn he saw Mariana’s face blanche in response. Whether it was true or a trick of his mind, that’s not the kind of reaction you hope for after such a reveal.

“That… that wasn’t… that’s not how I wanted to say that,” Harvey sputtered out, burying his face in his hands. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed, just a couple feet away from her and yet he felt miles away. Or perhaps he wished he was. He groaned against the rough skin of his palms before freeing himself from his hiding spot, angling a bright pink face in her direction though not meeting her eyes as he rambled on. “I had a whole thing planned out. I was going to take you somewhere nice, on a proper date, and - and I’ve been taking these Spanish classes, practicing my accent, and I wrote down a whole thing and I was going to surprise you with it, I swear and I-I,” he swallowed, his cheeks dusted in a crimson sheen. Harvey was flustered and embarrassed, shy and insecure. He’d wanted to create a romantic swoon worthy moment of the day he’d declare his feelings for her. Something she could look back on and remember fondly. Not like this. Not while wearing sweatpants and a v neck t-shirt with a light mustard stain on it he had yet to notice. He wanted to give her something she could always look back on with no regrets. But it was too late. He’d said it and he couldn’t take it back.

“What’s it matter anyway? If it was in English or Spanish or at some fancy special place?” He’d finally said. Slowly he crawled towards her, closing the space between them. He’d finally looked at her again and he wasn’t entirely sure what her expression meant. Or maybe he just refused to acknowledge what was plain across her face. “You had to have known how deeply I’ve come to feel for you. I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings, at least not from you. But if it isn’t obvious…. I’m crazy about you. I cherish you and adore you, and I... I feel like I can truly be myself around you. I mean look at us — we’ve been sitting here quietly for hours, barely talking and yet… I feel so happy and comfortable just being near you. You.. you mean the world to me. You came to me during what felt like the darkest time of my life, from something I never imagined I could survive from, and you helped me see that my life isn’t over. Just by giving me something new to be excited about. You make me feel alive. And I… I don’t know, I just…” His breath stuttered around his words, his hands moving up to cup either side of her face. He searched her gaze momentarily, hoping she’d stop his mad rambling with a kiss and a return of the feelings. Something. But she didn’t. Maybe she was in shock. Was this the first time a boy clumsily revealed his heart to her? He didn’t think so… but maybe this was the first time a boyfriend did. Wasn’t he the first?

Thumbs sliding over her cheek bones, he clenched his jaw for a second before giving her that special dimpled grin that seemed to be reserved for her. That special smile which initially disappeared in the Devil’s Cavern all those months ago with his friends until the fateful day a cute blonde came jogging down his lane and ushered them back into his life. Now his every smile belonged to her and her only. “Te amo, Mariana,” Harvey tested the phrase with a voice that was soft but full of conviction. It was a phrase he’d worked on for weeks, which he’d quietly rehearsed to the mirror or deep in the night when she was fast asleep in the crook of his arms and the only audience he had was the moon peeking through the mountains outside. He’d said it many times to her when she wasn’t able to hear, and yet it felt so exhilarating and new saying it now directly to her face. Now she knew, she knew the extent of his heart and how it yearned for her. He couldn’t take it back, it was already being laid on a silver platter and offered to her for the taking. He could only hope she’d accept what he was giving… And maybe return the sentiment. Oh how he hoped she’s come to feel the same for him. As he tilted her face back so he could see clearly into her eyes, he swallowed down his nerves as he added, “Please tell me I said that right and I didn’t just tell you to, like, fuck off or something. And please… Please tell me you feel the same.”

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