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acheronist · 10 days

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to the ghost of henry peglar, congrats on writing your poem down 177 years ago!!!

to the actual academic scholars who have studied the pages before me....

so I took the royal museum greenwich's scan of the poem page (which is available online hereeee) and screwed around with its light levels in photoshop until henry's script was darkened enough to see more clearly. then I digitally traced over the darkened letters as best as I could, while also trying to discern his handwriting, and type up how I was reading it & this process took me about a week to get done between like... living my regular day to day life lmao.......

so when it WAS done, the final isabel acheronist peglar papers ["the open C"] transcript seemed a bit different than how I remembered the readily available russell potter transcript going ? (the poem is on the last two pages of that pdf for those of you who don't spend a billion hours a week looking at it btw)

it felt like I was getting more/different information out of it, compared to the potter transcript, which was kind of stressing me out honestly. so THEN I compared mine with barry cornwall's original poem and found more words that matched up? particularly in the second and third stanzas?

so!!!!! almost two hundred years later here's what I've landed on:

April 21 1847 the C the C the open ) ( it grew so fresh the Ever free the Ever free the Ever free without it without it covered it will Run to Earth above Re gions Round I love the C I love the C when I whare & I wish to be with and and silence whare Never go if a sailor should a Come and Make the meek What matter what matter Come Ride Or Sleep there was shores white and of red morn at the noisy hours knew I was ever near I was Born the [...] in felt Unto the Maid the wale the young dolphin ...... yet thes back of gold the Call of gods When I was on Old England Shore I like the young C more and more oftentimes time flew to a sweltering place like a bird thats seeks it mother Case and ware she was bird oft to me for have I loved a young and Hopen C

so then after going thru All Of That, I wanted to have a version of the original poem with parts that Henry did remember clearly highlighted for comparison purposes:

I know it's a popular theory that Henry was writing a dirty parody of the original poem? which if true, is funny as hell. me when i have to write cheeky victorian porn before i die.

But (serious voice) something about that hadn't ever seemed exactly right to me... IN MY HEART it seems more realistic that around 1847 he (and also by extension, the whole surviving expedition crew) were starting to experience confusion / brain fog symptoms from being ummmm quite physically unwell. the lead poisoning/scurvy combo would have severe effects on the brain's ability to function properly, and I started to wonder if Henry was trying to test his memory somehow? So he picked a widely known and popular Victorian era poem about being a sailor to see how much he could recall??? and he then got a little whimsical with it, and wrote in his own words to fill in the portions he couldn't fully recall, because it's his own diary and likely didn't expect anyone else to ever read it, much less have it turn into ONE of TWO surviving sources about the expedition?????

like... idk... this is probably the work of someone in the exact moment as they were starting to realize how bad things were, and then was trying to cope by using poetry. and That hurts my feelings enough as it is, but going through it was also just a very weird and haunting experience....... like, I can recognize all these tiny details in this dead guy's script and handwriting now. and to read his own account of his life in his own words, what stood out to him and what he recalled, what he wanted people in the future to know about him? insane. it literally felt like i was getting haunted by him for no reason. on top of knowing that Someone (#teamarmitage) loved this guy enough to keep his memory protected and safe, even though They Were So Totally Fucked And Going To Die There, unknowing if they'd ever be found again........

SIGHING + SIGHING + SIGHING + SIGHING + CRYING A BIT HONESTLY

anyways thanks for reading this all. I don't think that this is revolutionary franklin expedition news by any means, and idk if there's a better different transcript somewhere that i've not found that already covers all this? but it's consumed a lot of my life lately lol and i wanted to share. because its the anniversary of henry writing it, and it felt...... important....? 💌....????

#📜#henry peglar #this is my crazy person post i wanted to make two weeks ago #i really did do my best to follow his hand btw but let's all read this expecting a few mistakes #franklin expedition #peglar papers

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the-kr8tor · 9 months

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Can we have a Hobie x reader where the reader doesn’t want to kiss him because they have sharp teeth and doesn’t want to cut him or anything

Thank you for requesting, hun! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x shy! gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x shy! gn! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Synopsis: 3 times you didn't kiss him properly and the one time you did.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, blood mention, FLUFF

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You've been dating Hobie for quite some time now, went on numerous dates, but there's one thing you haven't done yet, and it's probably the most important part of cementing your relationship, and it's kissing him, for real, not like a quick peck.

It's not like you don't want to, (you really want to) it's just you're too afraid of accidentally cutting him with your sharp canines, you were born with them, the only thing for you to blame is your genetics.

Sure it looks cool, but when it comes to finally showing your affection to someone, you avoid kissing deeply, opting for a quick peck on the cheek or a tight-lipped kiss.

You're grateful for Hobie, he's been oh so patient with you, you haven't told him about your predicament, afraid of his reaction. Maybe you should tell him, as he's dropping you off on your doorstep, fingers looped through your necklace, casually flirting with you.

"The movie was great and all, but it's still a giant advertisement" he caresses the chain, eyes glued to your lips. Your face heats up at the closeness.

"Y-yeah, but I liked the ending, it subverted my expectation" you try to act nonchalantly, but the lilt in your voice betrays you, your knuckles shake as you're clutching on to your bag a little too harshly.

"Mm-hm" Agreeing with you, Hobie notices you take a peek at his lips, your eyes quickly darting back to his forehead, clearly avoiding eye contact. He figures you're too shy to lean in, but you want to, so instead he initiates, slowly leaning towards you, just in case you want to stop him.

You beat him to it, darting your face quickly towards the side of his face, you peck him on the cheek, careful not to graze him with your sharp teeth.

"Goodnight! I'll call you,okay?" You say it too fast, opening your apartment door, stepping through it "only if you want to?" You turn back to him.

Hobie doesn't look too disappointed, he looks at you with endearment, eyes softening at your shyness.

" 'Course" He smirks, raising your bashfulness level up to a hundred "I still owe you that museum date you wanted" Hobie remembers your conversation a few days ago.

Your legs turn to jelly, holding on to the wall for support, "okay" you can only manage a meek reply, oh you're a goner.

"Later, sweets" Hobie winks at you, walking backwards, eyes glued to your form.

"Okay" you softly say, god, how is he this cool? You thought, gripping on to the doorknob for support, you wave goodbye, watching his smirk get bigger.

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"Did you see that?!" Hobie jumps down from the stage, post show sweat clings to him. He runs towards you, hugging you, your feet lifting a few inches off the ground. "Love, did you see that?!"

"Yes! You were amazing!" For a second it's just you and Hobie, no crowd screaming for an encore, no nosy stares from strangers. You hug his neck tighter, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

Hobie puts you back down, cupping your jaw, it's now or never, he leans towards your lips, your eyes widening, but you really want to kiss him, he looks so good like this, happy and passionate, it wouldn't hurt to brush your lips against his, right?

You position your lips, closing them tightly so your teeth wouldn't accidentally poke him. Hobie crashes his lips to yours, but he feels you're not as eager as him, so he settles for a quick one.

He clearly doesn't care though, Hobie feels giddy, finally able to kiss you, he thinks you deserve a proper one, maybe when you're as eager as him. He bounces on the balls of his feet, unable to stay still.

You hold on to his waist, feeling dizzy with affection, you just wanna grab his face and kiss him deeply, but alas your insecurity wins this round.

You wipe at the bead of sweat on his forehead, careful of his piercings "you were truly amazing" your eyes are practically shapes like hearts as you look at his proud grin.

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You're cooking in your modest kitchen, the savory smell wafting through Hobie's nose, he's been helping with setting up the table, since he insisted on coming in early.

"Where's the bowls at?" he searches your bottom cabinets.

"Here" you point at the top cabinet, conveniently placed just on top of the stove, and above your head.

"Excuse me, lovey" Hobie shields your head with his hand, his big hands covering the top of your head, so that the swinging cabinet doors wouldn't hit you.

"Oh thanks–" you pause, finding his face really close to yours. Oh shit

Warmth clings to your cheeks, breath hitching in your throat. He has no idea the effects he has on you (he definitely does though)

His eyes land on your lips, you squeak out, fumbling with an excuse "ah, gotta turn this over before it burns" quickly turning your head back towards the stove.

Hobie's left confused standing at your side, holding on to your bowls. Do you not want to kiss him or something? This wasn't the first time you turned away from him, do you not fancy him anymore? So what is it?

Instead of asking you these questions, he turns away, feeling dejected.

"Right" he clears his throat. You feel the shift in the air, you read his slumped posture, how his face is hiding (and failing) to hide his true emotion.

You breathe out, you can't continue to tiptoe around him, you need to tell him, especially when you see yourself loving him (in the very near future) call yourself crazy, but you see him loving you too.

You shut off the stove, reaching out towards the sleeve of his jumper. "Hobie, wait"

He turns towards you, questions swimming in his eyes.

You bite the bullet, (hopefully not his lips too) you cup his face gently, staring directly into his eyes, you wait for him to say yes. Hobie doesn't hesitate, he pulls you towards him by your waist, closing the small gap.

You brush your lips against his tentatively, he answers back by placing his lips against yours, unmoving, waiting for your next move. You close your eyes, finally deepening the kiss.

He chuckles softly at your eagerness, your lips move with his, Hobie feels your exposed skin on your hips where your shirt has ridden up, he stops his thumb right on the small of your back making small circles over the soft skin.

You completely lose yourself, Hobie gasps out when a sharp sting hits his lip. You quickly pull away "shit" you watch in horror as he touches his lips, leaving a drop of blood on his finger.

You push yourself off him, "oh fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to"

"That was fuckin' hot" Hobie grabs your waist, pulling you back in.

"But–" you manage to gasp out before he collides his lips to yours. He holds the back of your head, you hold on to his jumper with a grip.

He kisses you most fervently, but you hold back, afraid to hurt him again.

Hobie reluctantly stops, "don't hold back" he whispers against your lips.

"But my teeth, I don't want to hurt you again"

"I can handle a little blood, is that why you avoided kissing me?"

"Yeah" you confess, eyes darting everywhere but his face.

"You're fucking adorable, did you know that?" He holds your chin, getting your attention "can I kiss you again?"

"You're really okay with it?"

"I'm more than okay with it," Hobie chuckles deeply.

You smile, a heavy weight lifting off your shoulders, "kiss?" You sigh out, great, he's given you a taste and now you're addicted. Good thing the cure's right in front of you, and he's more than willing to give it to you.

"Can't say no to that" he leans in, twin smiles on both of your lips.

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nicoandthepoets · 23 days

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the dead poets on holiday in Italy

Charlie makes sure there's karaoke on the bus

Cameron makes sure they're everywhere on time

Todd's very scared about eating in restaurants, because everyone is eating so fast and seems to like the food (same Todd, same)

Meeks and Pitts spend all their money on a gondola in Venice

Knox literally falls asleep everywhere, while Neil can't sleep at all

Pitts bought a lot of gifts for his family

Mr. Keating buys all the poets easter eggs

Neil and Meeks have a really good time in the Uffizi museum

Todd and Pitts just follow them, not really knowing what to do

Charlie likes scaring pigeons

Stick got lost in the Boboli gardens (he found the others because he heard Charlie screaming)

Charlie starts playing the saxophone on a square and the other poets dance, while tourists give money and watch

Todd got a little too drunk and couldn't stop laughing

Chris and Ginny go to expensive stores, pretending to be rich (they don't buy anything though)

everyone's tired, so sometimes there's arguments, especially between Cameron and Charlie (they always make it up tho)

Neil and Todd buy cute gifts for each other and hide it somewhere in their hotel room for the other to find

Meeks and Pitts buy small figurines made of murano glass for each other

they all get to know each other better

#sorry if this is weird #dead poets society #dps #mr keating #todd anderson #neil perry #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #steven meeks #stick dps #richard cameron #chris noel #ginny danburry #italy #i went to italy last week and now i'm sick

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gayfandomnerd225 · 1 month

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Pt. 16 of Dead Poets Society Headcanons

Them as parents (single)

Neil

He’s trying to make up for being a single dad so he’s a good dad

The freezer almost always has ice cream in it, and he lets the kid eat it after dinner most nights

He doesn’t tell his kid much about his childhood, he just wants his kids childhood to be better than his was

He wants to be a better dad than his dad was

And he does a great job

He takes his kids to play dates, theatre shows, he doesn’t force his kid to do anything the kid doesn’t want to

He tucks his kid in every night and gives him a kiss on the forehead

He keeps them company when they’re sick and home from school, which means he gets sick too, but it’s worth it

Todd

Todd is an anxious parent (unsurprisingly)

He wants to let his kid enjoy themselves but he’s generally nervous about letting them have sleepovers and play dates

He tries to loosen up but the anxieties still there, he just ignores it most of the time

His kid is a lot like him tho, so it’s not too bad

Eventually he decides to take both him and his kid to therapy

And they both get diagnosed with anxiety

Then they both get put on anxiety meds

And then they start living a bit more freely, less anxious about everything like they used to be

Todd lets his kid have playdates and his kid manages to make a few friends

Charlie

Charlie’s a fun parent (which came as a surprise to no one)

He takes his kid to have play dates and even tho he’s a working dad, he’s a banker, he makes sure to make time for his kid

He’s a good influence, he’s nice to his nanny and tries his best to teach his kid manners

He’s a patient parent, and finally understand why he could’ve been considered insufferable when he was younger

On the weekends he takes his kid to the beach or museums, he wants his kid to be cultured and know things

Pitts

Pitts is a gentle parent

He read a lot of parents books before having a kid

He’s a careful and conscientious parent

Picking the kid up from school and helping with homework when he can

He tries his best to let his kid enjoy themself

Buying them music and even signing them up for piano lessons

He goes to every piano lesson and concert and loves every minute of it

After the concerts he takes his kid to get ice cream or another treat

Meeks

He’s also a gentle parent

He was nervous at first about being a single parent

But something about seeing the kid made him soften

And make him realize that things would be alright

His kid is his rock

He likes dressing his kid up in silly little outfits with bow ties and fun socks

Knox

Knox is probably a bit too careless when it comes to his kid

It’s not that he doesn’t care

He just feels like his kid should figure things out on their own

Like how peanut butter and cheese whiz probably isn’t a good combo

Or how staying up late watching tv probably isn’t a good idea

His kid lives freely, coming in covered in mud and needing to get a bath

Cameron

Cameron tries not to be too strict

He knows and understand where his dad went, not wrong, but where he had troubles

And he tries to not be like his dad

But there’s some things that’s just stick

Like having a strict bedtime or being careful when his kid wants a play date or sleepover

But he still lets his kid enjoy themselves

He’s just a bit more careful about it

He reads to his kid every night

Mostly poetry, and when his kid has questions about it, he answers as best he can

He tells his kid stories about Welton, mostly about Keating and the Dead Poets

#dead poets society #dead poets fandom #dps fandom #dps #neil perry #dps boys #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #knox overstreet #dps headcanons #dead poets headcanons

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lesbicosmos · 1 year

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things that have happened in my dps sims household that just make sense:

todd and neil just having a conversation while sat on each others beds (charlie then strolled in and sat next to todd, so todd got up and moved next to neil)

everyone having the same pyjamas just in different colours

fellas is it gay to kiss your best friend in a museum?

just...looking at neil's whims and this being one of them <3

pitts started a fire, nobody came to help but he defied physics and flew

he's reading him a poem he wrote

they're just chilling, staring at the moon

everyone else being asleep, meanwhile todd's up writing and neil's up reading his next play

charlie just watching and applauding neil kissing todd

other things that have happened so far that i didn't get chance to screenshot:

-meeks spent a good hour just wandering around holding a saucepan

-charlie and cameron hate each other already

#i make every one of my hyperfixations in the sims #shocked how in character these guys are 😭#dead poets society #anderperry #the sims #the sims 4 #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #dps sims

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nelapanela94 · 1 year

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Hello!

Here’s my fic for Day D-8 of @levi-supreme Rei’s event for Levi’s birthday.

TW. Pure fluff, post war.

WC ~1k

“Got you, got you, got you.” You strain every inch of muscle to not drop him into the tub. Your arms are hooked under his armpits from behind as you lower him into the warm lavender-infused water. “That’s it. Put your weight on the good leg. Slow and easy.”

His hands tighten at the rim, and he groans. “Got it from here.”

“You sure?” You warily ask, still holding him.

“Yeah.”

You take a deep breath and slip off your arms from him, and Levi uses all his remaining strengt to sprauchle himself into the tub, his knuckles tense and white. And finally, you let out sigh of relief and smile; little by little, he’s recovering. It’s been about eight months since war ended, since you and Levi hung the green cloaks, moved to Marley after ten years of service and got the respite you deserved. Levi has already undergone three surgeries and has been convalescing to recover the mobility of his leg , begrudgingly goes to rehab, growling and whining that it’s a waste of time. But you’re there to push him, to hug him, encourage him; without you, he’d be a lost man.

“So, what do you want to do today, birthday boy?” You scoop water on your hand and soak his shoulders, back and chest, heedful with his most recent scars. “I know you don’t like to celebrate, but it’s special this time.”

“My first birthday after the war you mean.” He breathes.

“Yeah.” You hand him the foamy sponge and lavish his shoulders with kisses. “It could be just you and I, or we could have Gabi, Falco and Oni joining us too.” You bring your lips to the spot beneath his ear and whisper, “Whatever you want.”

“I don’t know,” he blows a raspberry and slips a hand over his shoulder, threading it with yours as you tuck your chin over the left one, and caress the stumps of his fingers. “You have to at least blow the candles.” You kiss him on the temple. “I love you Levi,” you murmured. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you for keeping your promise.” Your eyes sting, the tears blend with the trickles of water falling from his hair and running down his skin. Levi closes his eyes,feeling your ragged breathing brushing against his cheek. He should’ve killed Zeke instead of waiting for orders. He’d been a fool, naive, but that promise, he clung to it, the last thread of hope from where he was hanging. “I love you too,” he says.

There’s a silence stretching over as your sobs dwindle, and a meek smile curves his lips. You started again when the stones were pounding at your door, wrecking everything. You watched your dreams burn and reborn. With the stones you built your little empire.

Everything is alright now.

He and you; you and him, free.

“Alright.” He twiddles with your fingers. “Let’s go to Damiano’s this evening. The birthday boy gets to choose the cake, right?”

“Of course!”

“Black Forest.”

“Great choice.” You wipe off your tears and reel back to grab the bottle from the floor. “There’s a parade too.” You squirt a spritz of sandalwood scented shampoo on your palm and lather his hair, massaging his scalp gingerly.

“A parade?”

“Yup. Don’t know exactly why it’s a holiday today, but kids get presents and there’s a festival and parades too.”

“So I get two presents.”

“You’re not a child.”

“But you treat me like one.”

“Close your eyes,” you say and ladle water with a jug, rinsing off the foam from his hair. You set it down and put your hands on the curve of his shoulders.

“I won’t treat you like one then.”

“No.” He blushes and holds your wrists, dragging them over his chest. Due to the inactivity, his muscle mass has whittled; his skin doesn’t feel as taut as it used to. Levi allows the days to scurry slow, reading, brewing tea, learning, and even though he’s not fond of the wheelchair, he enjoys the strolls with you. He likes museums, galleries and expositions; despite his belying stolidness, he’s amazed too by the boundless marvels the world has yet to offer.

A chuckle bubbles from you and you kiss him on the nape. “Men are big babies.”

He rolls his eyes, and growls. “Brat.”

“Me?” You pinch his cheek. “You’re the one acting like a brat.” You bring the stool to the side, carefully take his face in your hands and kiss him lightly on the lips, the subtle brush of a feather. “Happy birthday, Levi.” You mutter, tracing a finger along one of his scars, raised tissue, healed, but still pale pink. Your mouth is parted over his, and he presses his forehead on yours.

“Thank you.” He spews and kisses you back, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “Marry me,” his warm breath fans over your lips. He looks away, then meet your eyes again. His are trembling, the black has blurred the gray. “Marry me.” He says again, his voice doesn’t swerve down this time.

Your eyes open wide, your bottom lip quivers. “Levi…” He pulls apart and you stare at each other for a while; you see his beautiful face beyond the scars, two-way adoration bouncing back and forth. His wet skin, sheen like polished Carrara against which contrast his ebony eyebrows and the weak blush on his face.

A drop of water falls from his eyelash, tracing the curve of his cheek, and you brush it away with your thumb. A smile tilts on your face. You giggle and throw a light blow on his arm. “That was a good one.”

“I’m not joking.”

Your smile falters.

“But that’s not even a question.”

“I can’t risk you saying no.”

“So, you demand.” You raise an eyebrow, and he smirks. He kisses you, and you pull apart, giggling, and he blindly chases you until he catches you again.

“Take off your clothes and get in here.”

“But—“

“It’s my birthday.” He nose bumps you and chuckles.

You splash water on his face, pouting and groan to your feet. From the little window you can see the saplings of sunlight opening their way through the mantle of clouds, a beautiful day for a special day. you shuck your clothes, and the morning chill bites your skin with its sharp fangs. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself, and get into the tub, nestling on the space Levi made for you. “This is good.” You sigh and curl against him, resting your head on his shoulder, sliding an arm behind him. “Happy?” You find his hand under the water, bring it to your mouth and kiss him lightly on the knuckles.

“Very.” He smiles and draws a finger over the line of your Cupid’s arc. “You’re beautiful.” He cocks his head by a fraction and winds his arms around your frame. “I’d rather stay here all day.” He nuzzles his cheek on your head, imbibing the hazy vanilla notes from your hair.

“Can we still go to Damiano’s?” You whine, and take out the puppy eyes from your arsenal. They have the best pizza fruits de mer in the continent. “Please?”

“Fine.” He huffs and tilts your face toward him to kiss you again.

“What else do you want for today? I really want to make this day special.” You meet his drowsy eyes after breaking the kiss.

Levi simply shrugs, he already got everything. “I love you. I love you, I love you.” He chants zealously. “You, it’s all I ever wanted.”

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #levi attack on titan #snk levi #levi x reader #levi aot #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #Levi Ackerman x you #levi ackerman/reader #attack on titan levi #levi ackerman/you #rei’s event: happy birthday levi 2022 #levi x y/n

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miku-meeku · 4 months

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and....this is the recent story lore i did....

ya thats it, for now, ill cook up more if my brains working which one to do next so until then, enjoy stupid doodles of these two idiots...

...in the next post

#dol #dol whitney #whitney the bully #dol pc #amy the pure #degrees of lewdity whitney #degrees of lewdity #w0w dol lore #meeks museum

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billsbae · 1 year

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poets as summer jobs I did since I was 11

inspirated by @73647e

Pitts - walking the dogs of the neighbours, little pay but definetly the most enjoyable of all works, because who doesn’t love puppies

Todd - working in an ice cream shop, got panic attacks sometimes because of too many people, but at least good pay

Charlie - some bar, didn’t really care about the job, it was just something to do durring summer

Cameron - teaching younger kids (probably maths or chemistry) pretty enjoyed it but annoying sometimes lmao

Knox - working in a gift shop by the sea, so he got job and holidays in one (also could watch pretty guys and girls)

Meeks - another gift shop but this time at the museum, not to much people, good free coffee and could give random facts for customers 10/10

Neil - babysitting! he actually loved this job, he’s very good with kids, and the kids love him <3

#idk what is it #dps fandom #dps hcs #dps #dead poets society #summer jobs #i was actually teaching english verbs and polish but I think cam would teach maths #todd anderson #neil perry #steven meeks #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #richard cameron #i'm so tired #but i cant sleep so i did this #<3

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oventrout · 10 months

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and i'm just the boy who is looking at you

posted it on ao3 first months ago but i felt like sharing it again :)

just a little something to get back into writing :^) title from "you are the right one" by sports

Warmth. Akin to the sunlight hitting the apples of your cheeks, like the softness of a blanket when you wake up, like the arms of someone beloved circling your neck. Warmth that starts in the centre of your chest and spreads, becomes all encompassing, a bright flame eager to comfort you.

Eddie’s fingers dance over Steve’s freckled back.

Warmth but also light. The kind you can’t look at directly, where you have to avert your squinting eyes a little bit to the left to really make out the shape radiating it. The kind that leaves waltzing shapes and colours in your vision, that makes you think that if this was the last thing your mortal eyes had to witness then it wouldn’t be so bad; to fall victim to its luminescence.

Eddie settles his hand in between Steve’s shoulder blades, sprawled fingers trying to cover as much skin as his appendages will let him.

The soft movements of his lover’s lungs reminds him of gentle waves, waters of a lake licking at the sand of the shore. In and out, he’s silently grateful for the air that allows for this man’s presence in his bed right now, in his life forever. In and out, he wishes it was him flowing inside of Steve’s chest, nestled behind his bones.

Dry, slightly cracked lips connect with soft, smooth skin. A kiss that’s more a need to make sure that this moment is real, that he is not still in the arms of Morpheus, tricking him with his inmost longings. A second kiss, connecting with wrangled tissue, one more reassurance that despite it all, it is still them.

Kiss number three is born out of a base need to manifest his emotions in physical form; put his bleeding, still pumping heart on a platter and slide it over the metaphorical table.

The glow of the moon illuminates through pristine glass windows and plaid curtains, flaunting itself fully and proudly over their forms. Eddie has no choice but to be enthralled by the display it makes of Steve, like a marble statue under soft museum lights. The freckles and moles across his skin, it would be a disservice to only compare them to stars when galaxies exist. The scars make nebulas out of his flesh. The cracked and stretched skin like comets and meteors to be marvelled at.

Eddie’s fingers resume their earlier routine of gentle twirling and swaying. Carrying his devotion on his fingertips until they stop at his dearest’s mane of hair.

Frizzled and tangled from being dragged and rubbed over a cotton pillow case, but still ridiculous in its softness and shine. The locks that held their part of responsibility in the Steve The Hair Harrington persona, smothered in mousse and hairspray every morning, looked almost meek and demure in the intimate dark of this bedroom. Like they could finally rest, not feeling the need to be at their best for a little while.

Eddie curls a strand around his middle finger, letting it unfurl and fall back with its comates, joining back in their gracefulness. With only minimal concern for his bedmate’s unconscious state, he slides his hand through Steve’s hair, letting it engulf him. Wanting to bury himself in its splendour, live in its shadow and submerge himself in its radiance. He tries to be gentle in his touch but Steve still makes a soft noise in his sleep, rubbing his nose on his pillow before turning his head and gracing Eddie with a view of his face.

Reluctantly withdrawing his hand, Eddie cannot find it in himself to be put off by this development. If he compared Steve’s body to a marble figure then his face is what they based ancient Greek prose on. An idle finger traces quietly over his features.

Unblemished forehead relaxed, its lines barely visible under the embrace of sleep and rest, leaving Eddie to swipe his thumb over them, remembering the number of times his lips have met them. What are usually expressive eyebrows finally taking a break, skin around them smoothed and placid, hairs thick compared to the faint ones dotting his cheeks and the build of his square jaw. Faint scars left behind in the wake of his newfound adult body, leaving behind only memories of teenage hormones.

Eyelashes like feathers upon the tops of his cheeks, giving his masculine features a sense of delicacy and tenderness. Eddie often finds himself enchanted by them. The way they fan when Steve’s lids blink, the way they clamp together when Steve is under the pressure of his shower or when he can’t help but be brought to tears. The way they frame his eyes, brown like tree bark or the beautiful fall leaves he adores so much. His eyes that always seem to find his and hold so much in their mere existence.

Eddie wishes he could kiss them like the rest of Steve’s body but will make do with simply caressing them with his own.

From his eyelids, his thumb traces over the hard slope of his nose. Straight save for the slight bump at its base, with a round tip and just this side of big. The small pinkish scar on the side of it from a well timed strike. He slides his finger back and forth, as lightly and subtly as he can muster in his enthusiasm.

He loves Steve’s nose. He loves adorning a light smooch on the tip of it in the morning when they wake up in the same bed. He delights in the way that it brushes alongside his when their lips move together. How cold it can feel when Steve buries his face in the space where Eddie’s neck meets his shoulder. The way Steve’s breaths sound in exertion.

Not for the first time, as he presses the pad of his finger to the skin under his nose, Eddie wishes he could burrow himself in that divot.

As his hand approaches its final waltz, Eddie wonders at his ability to do any of this; to be aware that he is not the first but knows deep within his being that he will be the last. He marvels as he thinks about how he will be present at every crease, ridge or groove’s appearance, will witness the aftereffects of a life well lived on a face he so cherishes. To have been given the privilege, to be able to worship at the altar of Steve Harrington.

With a single slow sweep, Eddie maps out the lines of Steve’s lips. Plush, pink, full in a way that begs for biting and soothing. A mouth Eddie cannot help but be at the mercy of. His bane as well as his deliverance. His windfall as much as his hindrance.

He thinks back to the first time he got to kiss Steve. A random afternoon, in an ordinary setting, during a not so important moment in their lives that was made all the more significant by the simple juxtaposition of their lips. A burst inside Eddie’s chest, like his very own supernovae, making his everything shimmer and twinkle. Like he was made of nothing but a cluster of light, trying his best to match Steve’s shine.

He tugs Steve’s bottom lip down, exposing his lower teeth for a second before it bounces right back in place. Puts the slightest of pressure behind his finger to watch the flesh bunch underneath before he releases it. At this moment, how can he be held accountable when he surrounders to the urgency to feel it under his own?

Even breath slowly turns cognizant and attentive, brows gather downward as the dormant becomes aware once again. Shoulders bunch up as Steve turns on his side, now fully facing Eddie in all his semi consciousness. Eyelids fluttering open enough to see Eddie in the moon glow of the room.

Like Sleeping Beauty, is the first thought that pops into Eddie’s mind. A winsome creature caught in an innocent moment.

As if it were possible, a new surge of affection bubbles up in his chest until it sticks all the way up into his oesophagus, rendering him slightly open-mouthed and inarticulate. His bewildered reaction is unwarranted, he thinks. Of course he even manages to make the pure act of waking into a deed worth adulating.

Lips smacking, fingers scratching at his chin, Steve takes in Eddie as best he can in his daze. “Are you watching me?” He mumbles.

Quick, think of something, “Uh, I just got up to take a leak.” He whispers back. Safe, plausible, better than I was having a religious moment at 3 in the morning thinking of all the ways I’m stuck on you.

Mouth twists in the shape of a dull yawn, face turned towards the ceiling so he doesn’t subject Eddie to his stale breath. Doesn’t realise Eddie wouldn’t breathe in anything else if he could get away with it.

“Okay,” Steve concedes, drowsy still. He borrows himself into Eddie’s side, clumsily grabbing hold of his sleeping shirt as leverage. Nose and crook of the neck together at last. The move compels Eddie to lay on his back, tugging his love’s sluggish form further into his flank. Where he should be in perpetuity, as far as he’s concerned.

As he tucks their blanket tighter over Steve, Eddie sends a silent grateful message to the world around him. Grateful for having been given the chance to make this his reality, grateful for having the opportunity to cling to this, down to the strength of his chipped, polished fingernails.

Settling his head over Steve’s now sleeping one with a quiet satisfied sigh, the future never looked so lovely.

#had sm fun writing this months ago #i cant wait to have time to write again about these two being head over heals for each other #i hope u enjoyed :))))#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve x eddie #fanfic #fanfiction

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Congrats to your 1900 followers honeyyy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ Could we gat the moon boys with the cozy sleepy mood with a hint of angst? Or sth hurt comfort in general. I love youuu❤️❤️❤️

Hi! Thank you! Lots of love <3

a/n: I went with the hurt/comfort

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You knew what you were getting into the moment you confessed your love for your three boyfriends. No relationship was easy, but you and your boyfriends managed a way for things to work.

This was one of those moments that pushed you to the edge. Your boyfriends were fully aware of your job, your passion for it. It was your dream job and you loved and enjoyed every minute of it, even though it stressed you. There were hints and rumors of you getting promoted. You were going to be the managing director, next to the CEO of the company you were hired by. All your dedication and hard work were about to paid off.

Jake, Marc and Steven knew how much this meant to you.

The problem started when they said you would get the promotion, but only if you worked in one of the other branches of your company—for at least six months. It was another city. It was little stupid in your opinion, but they wanted to test your skills, your ability to adapt at a new place.

You were thrilled, but that meant either your boyfriends had to move there with you or it's the long distance relationship.

"Of course, I'm happy for you, love!"

"But?"

"You would be away though."

The moment you uttered about your job promotion and the condition, Jake showered you with praises and lots of kisses. Marc joined in, adding how much you deserved it and it was about damn time.

But Steven seemed a bit..hesitant.

"Yeah, but it's only six months.." you tried to ease in.

"Love, I'm proud of you, you do deserve this..I-"

"You are not telling me to turn this down, are you?"

"Gods, no."

"Then, what's wrong, Steven?"

"I'd miss you," he took your hands in his.

You sighed softly, "I'd miss you too, all of you," a pause, "why don't you come with me?"

"What about my job?"

He still worked at the museum.

"There would be museums there, too."

"It won't be the same."

"You know how important this job is to me."

"Are you suggesting mine is any less significant than yours cause I don't have to bark orders at others?"

'Steven, what are you doing?' Marc tried to ease the bubbling tension.

"What? No! What do you want me to do, Steven?!" you didn't mean to raise your voice like that, but the frustration got you. How can he even think like that, you never thought any less about his job even though technically you had more perks at your job and your salary was significantly higher than Steven's. You were supposed to be celebrating now, not arguing. "How many times you were away doing Khonshu's dirty work for days, Sometimes weeks and we made it work?!"

"What does that have to do with this?"

"Are you serious? You think it was easy for me? Not seeing you, Marc and Jake every day!" you got up, "Heaven forbid if I ask for the same!" you failed your hands, agitated.

One would think Steven was meek, but no. He stood firm in arguments. Jake was the one who avoided confrontations.

Steven didn't get angry a lot, but when he did, it was upsetting and it unnerved you a bit.

"I can't believe this," he shook his head in disbelief, "You assume we-I wanted it? Enjoy staying away from you, doing Khonshu's missions?! It was the result of a stupid promise Jake made!"

'Calm down,' Jake added in a futile attempt.

'This is not the time for pointing fingers. Steven, just stop talking.' Marc joined, trying to diffuse the situation.

Marc and Jake hated that you would be away from them, but that didn't mean they weren't happy for you. Why Steven was acting like this baffled them.

'Steven, what are you doing?'

But Steven ignored his headmates.

"I can't do this right now," your voice threatened to crack. You rushed past him.

Before you could leave the room, you felt a hand grab yours, "Steven, I said I can't do thi-," you stopped seeing Marc.

"Baby.." he didn't fail to see the tears brimming in your eyes. "Come here."

You didn't resist his embrace as he pulled you into a comforting hug.

Steven refused to front that night or the morning as you had already expected.

Marc comforted you that night, saying nothing but sweet, encouraging things. Jake fronted in the morning, calling Steven ridiculously stupid Spanish names in an attempt to make you laugh—make you smile at least.

It was the next day Steven realised how idiotic he was. He fronted to explain. He admitted how irrational he was and apologized for hurting you. You understood where he was coming from, you were his first love, first serious relationship. He was terrified of losing you because of the long distance. He let his fear and insecurity take over. He profusely apologized, broke down and was clinging to you, "I don't wanna lose you, Y/n/n."

"Steven, wha..hey look at me, " you gently pried his hands off you, to make him look at you. "You won't lose me," your palm rested against his cheek. "I love you, I-we will make it work, we always do."

That was a promise. And you and your boyfriends kept that promise.

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Angel

Description: What if the moonknight system had sweet and caring girlfriend who could do no harm? Only she may have let them slide numerous times on questionable behavior including the start of the relationship.

Warning ⚠️: Stalking, Smut, Manipulation. (Tell me if I need to add ones I didn't catch)

Marc Spector x f!readers x Steven Grant and Jake lockley.

Part two : here

NO MINORS PAST THIS POINT

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If innocence was really a person, it would be you. Every action, conviction, thought or even word was out of the purity of your heart. So much emotion of love and tenderness were displayed in everything thing you did. Which attracted your sweet lovers to you? Didn't it?

It all began with one man and then, BAM!

Your life is altered forever.

Your job is a substitute for a small elementary school in London. You loved your job, you were all the kid's favorite substitute teacher. I mean these five-year-olds went crazy just for you and to add the cherry on top of that you are taking your students to the museum for a history lesson on Egypt.

"Kids line up...Okay one, two three..that's all my students"

Your group bunched up with the rest of the other classes as the teachers and tour guides walked to the sections that were on the tour. This more than gave you enough time to roam around the museum. You look at exhibits until you found yourself in the gift shop.

You began looking around at the stuffed animals wondering which one the kids would love the most for the classroom. There was an Osiris, a Horus one and your hands grabbed the only one you hadn't heard about which was the God: Konshu.

"C-can I help you, ma'am?" A small meek startles you from behind. You quickly turn and your elbow knows over the display of plushies. You quickly get on the ground and pick them up so does the stranger. You hand him the konshu plushie, you just had in your hand and both of your eyes meet for the first time.

You both hold the plushie as you stare at each other like you are in a trance. You pull back your hair behind your ear out of habit. "I'm sorry about your display ...um...steven? Is that right? with a v?" You say with a small laugh which breaks the trance steven is in. "Yes...it is right...and the display is fine. It's my job anyways and your name is Y/n?" He says as he points at your name tag sticker, the ones that say my name is.

"Yes, it is," You say while giving your sweet signature smile at him. He looks at you as if he's never seen such a woman smile before. His eyes are wide and looking into yours like they are trying to find an answer to a question but all you can do is smile sweetly at this kind man.

Then his concentration snaps to a blond speed walking to the gift shop. She looks pissed at both of you. You look behind you to see what steven is staring at only see an angry face.

"Bollocks, let me clean these up before Donna chews my head off", he says to you and tears the plushie from your grasp. He picks up the other plushes and puts them back on the display that looks like a cargo box.

You grab the konshu one again and walk over to the cash register. Steven quickly walks over to the register and rings up your purchase.

"Thank you for buying something before I got my head bitten off". He says as he gives you a kind smile. You hand him your card, "is it your supervisor? Maybe I can explain what happened before she yells at you? Also you're welcome, my students are going to love this cute guy" You smile back at him but before he answers. A woman's voice cuts through, "Stephen, what in bloody hell were you doing? Did he scare you, ma'am?"

She asks him in a stern tone and then looks at you with utter concern and worry on her face. You immediately react to her, "Oh no ma'am, Your employee helped me pick up the display I accidentally dropped. I'm so sorry for causing a mess, have a wonderful day. I need to be on my way now" You quickly scurry to go find your class not paying attention to the eyes of your kind helper named Steven with a v.

One month later

Steven could only remember your first name but he was also good at remembering your school name on one of the backpacks of the students.

He began to stalk your school's page trying to find you in his spare time. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by his two headmates.

Steven, what are you doing? This is the fifth time you've visited the page within an hour. Goddamn, you meet one woman and you're a madman.

"You don't get it, Marc. She is just...special, mate. There's something about her...almost like attracting bees" Steven confesses to marc as he looks in the mirror. He goes back to look on his laptop for anything sign of a social, email, anything that would trace back to you but nothing pops up.

Well, whatever the hell this is. It's gotta stop, I'm not getting caught in your shit or going to jail.

Steven stops cyberstalking at the behest of Marc's words.

Another month goes by, Marc is fronting that day. He decided to relax at some bar. He is in the corner of the building so as not to be seen by others while he converses with the other two but you instantly spot him. You eagerly walk over to his table, "Steven...with a v?" You say with your smile plastered on your face. Marc looks at you and is stunned at your appearance, you may dress conservatively but your outfits always give you a good church girl kind of vibe. The doe eye look is what you could imagine.

He still doesn't say anything but watches your face heat up like a match. Your cheeks tint red as you tuck your hair behind your ear. "Well, here's my number...okay bye, yeah?" You set the piece of paper on his table and scurry on your way.

Marc understands what steven meant by the way bees are attracted to you. You wear yourself like a delicate handkerchief but your words and smile, are addictive like sugar cubes. Making everything and everyone sweeter as well.

Then his thoughts hit him, maybe he should've let steven front when you came up to the table? I mean poor steven was practically begging for the body but all marc could do was stare at you. Then a dangerous thought pops in his head, what if you had you his way and you were only his? Images of naked you take to the imagination when he gets home.

Now for the first time, he almost gets an idea of what you would feel like his fingertips, on his tip, and his lips. He imagines what you would look like nude, crying, and begging for his|

WOAH THERE MATE, You interested in Y/n now?!

Steven cuts in on Marc's fantasies of you. Which steven did have his eye on you first and the other two only caught glimpses of you that day and didn't say anything before about your presence.

Jake, tell Marc. I'm in the right, Jake??

Marc rolls his eyes and looks into the mirror where steven glares at him. "Listen, Steven, I'll make you a deal. I'll try to find her info and you try to get a date with her. Got it? " Marc cooly says as he pulls out the number you gave him.

...Deal.

Steven calls you immediately that day and you guys go on wonderful dates only thing is Marc is getting info on you so Steven knows what you like and don't like. Every tidbit of your life, Steven knows about but listens to talk about how you recall them and studies the little gestures your body makes.

Steven begins a new toxic trait in the matter of days the dates happen. Since the boys are still moon knight due to Jake. Marc gets the address to your small apartment, this is where a shrine in your honor is built. Crowning items of the shrine are a candle you love the smell of and your panties. Small nicknacks you wanted or touched, a photo of a movie date. Things the glorious Marc Spector stole for Steven's little shrine which has now become his as well.

Jake had yet to interact with the mess of his two headmates but the dates get better and better, so the day of will you be's or are we now's is today.

Steven fidgets with his jacket as you two sit on the bus ramp from your museum tour that lovely steven gave you. "Y/n ....we've been going on some really lovely dates....so what is the next step here, darling?" He stares into your eyes and you give him your smile. "I would love to be your girlfriend, Steven with a v" You let out a giggle as your lips meet his. You two feel like teenagers kissing on the bus ramp but Marc is getting greedy, he fronts for just a second and sucks onto your tongue tenderly. He pulls away and peppers your neck with kisses. You let out small moans that almost sound like whispers if you paid close attention.

You two board the bus and Steven/Marc guides you into his home. He sits on the bed in his as you sit in his lap, he continues to give your neck attention and goes up. All you do is stare at the decor and allow steven to make your body his.

"Darling? I need to tell you something about me.." Steven says with somewhat hesitation. He stops kissing your neck and you turn to him with soft eyes and he smiles kindly at you.

He pecks your lips as he explains his disorder to you. " I have DID, and my two other headmates are eager to meet, darling. Well...Marc does, I don't know about Jake" He continues to talk as you listen patiently. He never tells you that you met Marc that day at the bar out of revenge for his little fantasy about you.

After your intimate talk, Steven slowly undressed you. He slips off your cardigan first and then unbuttons your white collar shirt . Steven struggles with the buttons on your long Grey skirt until you help slip it off for him. All your clothes drop to the floor and make a plop sound as they do.

Then it's time to undress your undergarments as removes his clothes. Now both of you are in underwear, only now steven is struggling with the hook of your bra.

"Baby do you need help...?" You softly ask in a whispering tone. "N-no, I'm all good darling," Steven says as he finally unhooks it. The strap falls gracefully off your shoulder and you slightly turn to steven who becomes every turned on at the sight of that moment.

You take it off and throw it somewhere. You face the final boss who looks at your like you are not even real.

"Steven....make love to me," You say so softly that only it could be heard by you two if anyone was around and ...others. your cheeks turn that sweet red tint like that day at the forgotten bar marc was at.

Steven's eyes droop a little as if he is tipsy. You straddle his lap, he toys at your breasts that now have perked up. His thumbs fiddle with your nipple making you moan a little, it makes your toes curl at the sensation of Steven's mouth on your boob as he sucks on the nipple of your right breast. "S-steven..please." You whisper as the sensation of your sensitive nipples makes you cry out, then he lets go of your breast making a popping noise.

You lay on the bed as steven gets on his knees. He slides your panties to the side. He gently pulls your pussy towards him. He swipes his finger across your slit making you cry out and jerk back from the feeling. He contently smiles at you, "You're practically dripping for me, darling" His voice makes your pussy throb and all you can do is lay there.

Steven picks up your legs and put them over his shoulder. The thought begins to tease steven. What if he blew on your cunt? How would you react? But instead, he does something even more hysterical. He shoves his face into your cunt and begins to smell it. You cry out his name loudly as he continues to do it. All the feelings of his nose brushing against your clit, his breathing from him smelling. It all feels overwhelming but in the best way possible.

Stop fucking around and eat her out, Steven or I'll start taking control

He snaps out of the moment and put his mouth onto your cunt, he shoves his tongue in your tight home first making you cry out again and thrust into his face. Steven takes his tongue out of your tight hole, he begins to give your clit some much need love. Sending you over the edge even more, "S-steven wait ...I'm - " You try to talk as Steven sucks on your clit. Your orgasm reaches its height and your body trembles. Steven pulls away and takes off your underwear including his. He gently flips you over where your ass is up high for him. He grabs your hips and gently positioned himself, you gasp as he enters your cunt and immediately greets him clenching tightly. He moans out sensation. "It's okay, darling. Shh, shh just focus on your second orgasm." He says with such sweetness in his voice.

He softly thrust into you. Letting you adjust to his size but unsatisfied with the pace you rock your ass into him so that he goes faster. "F..faster....please" You attempt to speak out the words that sound broken in your mouth as steven gently hits your spot. You cry into the sheets as his pace fastens making you spiral into more pleasure.

You begin to clench your lover's dick with your walls and your legs shake with familiarity as the high steven told you to chase is coming. Steven throws one sharp thrust and you cum all over his dick. You squeeze his dick tightly making him pulsate and cum into you.

"Are you alright, darling?" Steven asks as he kisses your back. He takes out his dick and some of his cum spills out. He gets up quickly and proceeds to get a wet rag. He returns to bed to find you passed out from the overstimulation of tonight's sweet moment. He wipes you down there nonetheless and cleans up enough to where it's good enough.

Steven snuggles up next to you and nuzzles into your hair basking in your scent.

Five hours later , You wake to see steven is facing the other way in bed. You slowly get out and go into the kitchen. Only trying to find a cup, you fill up an empty clean glass and begin to tip toe about your bf's apartment. You look at everything and touch almost everything like some sort of five-year-old. Until you look in the closet and find a shrine ....your eyes widen as you step back in shock. As you walk backward you feel a tall figure behind you and Steven puts his hand over your mouth to stop you from yelling.

"Shh, baby girl, I know you're scared. It's okay, my name is Marc. Steven told you about me, didn't he?" He asks you and you slowly nod. He releases his hand from your mouth and you look back at the shrine. "Steven and...my little pity project.. he's so in love with you. Couldn't help himself from Stalking you". Marc says as walks over to it and turns off the fake candles so they don't die out.

Marc then scoots over on his knees to you. He looks so tired and small you think to yourself. Anyone would have run far far away from this, but that's not you. Any person would have said the red flags are there including a felony. Marc kisses your knees making you melt, you run your hair through his curls and fall for this man too. "Forgive us, baby. Please forgive Steven. I'll take all the blame, baby. Just stay" He states as his hand rummages upwards.

He is making you feel like God, giving his damnation before he even crossed the gates of heaven. "I...I forgive you...as long as you didn't hurt anyone, right?" You ask with hope in your heart that the new man you love isn't that bad. You place your hands through his curls as Marc is slowly unraveling all the clean steven did off of you.

But you're merely an angel. So sweet and forgiving in the name of love, you turned a blind eye to this so much.....

Time: 4:07 finished

Part two will be soon

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