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“I feel so strange, so weak, how despicable”

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Blood was licked free of lips as she pulled away from his inner thigh. A gentle brush of her hand was a silent thank you for his blood donation. Carefully, Lucy pushed herself up his frame and moved to make him more comfortable on the bed. Pillow was fluffed up.

"You just lay back and close your eyes for a little while. I'll send for some dinner for you..."

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arms slide against his chest, though there's no usual shove, not push away. she doesn't press into him, doesn't give any indication that his presence that's so, so incredibly close is unwanted. instead, fingers curl around the lapel of his jacket, thumbs drawing absent circles across old fabric. dark eyes remains wholly on him. this is the first time that they've been this close. it's an unholy marriage that has never been consummated.

head tilts. for a split moment, one she hopes is noticed, gaze slips to his lips. it's wrong, but they are bonded, they are bound to each other in the oddest of manners. he's her demon, her ghost, and she's always that goth hearted woman that silently found interest piqued each and every time he was near, each time he ran across her mind.

"..."

what is it that she truly wants? consummation?

"... did you kiss me? I don't remember..."

there. a question with a question. that should be enough to tell him what she is thinking without having to say it aloud.

they are standing dangerously close to one another, an awkward position for the both of them. his chin could practically rest on top of her head without craning his neck, they were so close, him looking down at her, eyes narrowed into dark, haunted slits. goading and pressure. pushing and prodding. he absolutely did this. made himself mad. made her mad. maybe not on purpose, but now they're here. and the question is just between them. really, that's it, not much more, it's the only thing that had stopped him long enough to not get any angrier and do something stupid. stupider.

but he is still angry. ❝ oh, that's a bad question to ask. ❞ sure, there's a smile beginning with his drawl, a slow and crawling smirk that takes a spider's waltz across his features, but the heat is still there, the frustration. ❝ you can't give a thing like me power like that. ❞ not a warning, not a threat; a promise. ❝ might take advantage of it. ❞ his head tilts forward just a bit, just the smallest bit closer to hers. ❝ make you do something you might regret. ❞ a beat. ❝ like marry a demon. ❞ still a little hung up on it. but only just a little. the bitterness is just from their collective tantrum a moment ago. ❝ how about you tell me what you want, lydie ? ❞ he gives her the tiny bit of space back, leans back, but still they're chest-to-chest. another beat of quiet, then, ❝ tell me why you're so close to me. ❞ but he sounds like he knows the answer already. encroaching on her space, taking up so much of this room, hoping it would make her feel uncomfortable enough to tell the truth, just this one time.

@vyrulent's lydia deetz : ❛  what do you want me to do?  ❜, from x

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sorry guys

i haven't been here, not really, and I probably won't be on very much in the foreseeable future. I'm just not feeling very creative nor do I really want to talk to anyone irl or online because I'm in a constant state of aggravation rn

#|| shut the fuck up foxxy ( ooc ) || #depression mention tw #if I reply to people its only threads that have been heavily plotted or that I'm just feeling

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Interview with the Vampire (1994)

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There was a laugh at the recount of Shaggy's adventures. Sibella could only wish that her life had such adventures. She'd spent time learning how to fill her father's shoes -- it hadn't been much of an adventure unless one considered touring old battlegrounds from centuries ago to be of any real interest. Sibella did not. She enjoyed the city life, hunting in the clubs for a pretty or handsome bite to eat.

"You don't have to apologize, Shaggy," the vampiress assured him, fanged smile thrown his way. "Consider who my father is -- I'm accustomed to him leaving on whims and coming back whenever he misses home. I never take it personal."

In truth, she was starting to be just as the Count, as her father. She enjoyed slipping away and experiencing the night life of every large city. It's what had brought her to the proclaimed vampire capital of the United States.

"So what are the plans tonight? You MUST come with me to one of the vampire clubs," features were animated with excitement, "I'll protect you from all the big bad vampires."

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"It's, like, been a crazy few years!" Shaggy immediately defended, moving to climb back into the Mystery Machine. "There was a Chest of Demons, and cat people, and zombies, and witches, and ghosts, and aliens..." the rattled man recounted as he calmed down. "Oh, and let's not forget that time I was turned into a werewolf by your father. And those were just the real monsters! Do you know how many times Scoob and I have been sent running for the hills by some bad guy in a creepy costume since we saw you last?"

Shaking his head, Shaggy scrubbed a hand over his face tiredly. "Man, I'm getting too old for this." Not that he was old. He hadn't even hit twenty-six yet. But the constant terror was beginning to take its toll. He felt old sometimes, even if he still loved traveling the country with the gang. "But it's real good to see you, Sibella. Like...I tried to write you guys so many times to explain why I'd left. But, like...I just couldn't find the words, you know? I've always been bad at goodbyes," he admitted somewhat sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Hades finds that he likes seeing one of his children smile at one of his praises. He knows well that he's not been the best of dads -- but he's not on the level that his brother is, he's certain of that.

A pat was offered to her shoulder, distant but still intimate -- far more intimate than he usually is towards any of his children. Hades is trying to do better. It's baby steps, but steps nonetheless. He just hopes she sees that, can truly understand this. It's hard for him, but he's trying to change.

"You did well, daughter. Thank you."

"Of course I do," Isabelle smirks a little, "If anyone is meant to understand each other, it should be family." She muses as she gauges his reaction once she hands it back to him.

His smile brings one to her own lips as he admires her handiwork. She's done her best not to rely on his affections and praise but it is deeply satisfying when she receives it.

"Unless she were to make it a completely different tie, I suppose." She muses lightly.

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And cue the roll of eyes. A smile was thrown his way, though it wasn't full of warmth. She was so very cold. Heartless to all but one. "Come now, you haven't missed your little Spanish beast of burden just a tad bit? No one to verbally spar with -- well, I suppose there is always that familiar of yours... what was his name? Giraldo? Something Spanish, yes?"

"Where you gone?" Was he trying to be rude? not really. He had been unaware of her absence, but now that he thought about it. The silence, the peaceful nights, and all that time to read with no interruptions in between made sense. "I didn't even notice. Perhaps leave a note next time, so I know you're coming back and I don't get my hopes high about you never showing up around here again."

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[vyrulent]

LEGAL NAME:  virginia ann dare

NICKNAME[S]:  a. grander viii ; ginny

DATE OF BIRTH:  august 18, 1587

SEX:  female

PLACE OF BIRTH:  roanoke, Virginia

CURRENTLY LIVING:  roamer; has homes in Russia, Germany, England, America, and South America

SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  english, multiple native American languages ( more prominent in Algonquin ), French, German, Russian, Italian, some middle eastern languages and Asian languages but not as fluent as the others as she was less prominent in those areas and with those specific leaders

EDUCATION: none

HAIR COLOR:  red

EYE COLOR:  bright ass blue -- the book calls them bluer than the caribbean waters

HEIGHT:   5'10

:FAMILY INFORMATION:

SIBLING[S]: only child, BUT she's shares a sire with Abraham Lincoln

PARENT[S]: Ananias and Eleanor Dare ( biological ); Henry Sturges ( sire/husband )

CHILDREN:  none

PET[S]: she has an ocelot and desperately wants a black panther

:RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION:

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: married to Henry Sturges, estranged for centuries

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High-Rise (2015)

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"If it's at the White House then it's probably the real deal. They sell them all over the little tourist traps so not those," Hadley told her. She wasn't one to hold on to high hopes, but it would be nice to have something that had meant something to the Rockefeller family from old.

Though, in truth, if they picked up one at what was left over of stores around the American landmark. A softer smile was offered up.

"Who would have ever known that something as simple as a pin would cause so many memories from my younger days..."

𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧? 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦 -- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

“ 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨. ” 𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘵, 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. 𝘛𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘦.

“ 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬? 𝐀 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? ”

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"I don't think I was much of a weirdo kid back then," Lisa admitted. They were the country kids, the shit kickers. She didn't really have anything that made her stick out in comparison to anyone else in their family. All of them took up to caring for cattle and horses equally.

"Uhm... I never had a dog -- never wanted a dog," Lisa admitted, "Maybe that made me a little weird. Why have a dog when you have a thousand plus cow that will follow you around like a puppy dog instead?"

“ 𝐔𝐦𝐦𝐦, 𝐧𝐨. 𝐈𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥. 𝐍𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝-𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. ” 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥? 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 -- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 ; 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 ; 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢.

“ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐨 . . . 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝐲'𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 . . . 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. ”

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she falls into the moment as she feels his fingers against her chin. Anita leans forward and presses a gentle kiss against his lips. one night stands came here and there. there was hardly ever any pillow talk after. it was just fucking each other's brains out until one, sometimes both, were satisfied. then one, or both, would fall to sleep before slipping away before the sun was fully risen. breaking the kiss, her smile was softly given. "i'd like that," a yawn fell from her as she laid her head back against the pillow, "i've never done any wifey shit before for a one night stand."

he props himself up on his elbow, his eyes going over her face. the light from the window softly plays in the color of her eyes. "i'm shit at cooking so i try to stay for breakfast." he says with a small laugh. he reaches to tap her under the chin. "maybe i'll help with that pancake mix." he adds, letting the tips of his fingers trail along her jaw, the side of her neck. his eyes hold her's, wanting to see her reaction. he hopes she doesn't notice that part. sometimes the wanting for response leaves him feeling a bit desperate, ridiculous even. he almost laughs at himself then. but he doesn't draw back.

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One of the best shots of the total solar eclipse on April 8, 2024

A clear view of the corona sun.

JWST ● Hubble ● NASA Missions & Astronomical Discoveries.

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THIS OR THAT? TROPES AND GENRES

bold which option you prefer.

slowburn or love at first sight

fake dating or secret dating

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence

hurt / comfort or amnesia

fantasy au or modern au

mutual pining or domestic bliss

smut or fluff

canon-compliant or fix-it

reincarnation or character death

one-shot or multi chapters

kid fic or road trip fic

arranged marriage or accidental marriage

college romance or middle aged romance

time travel or isolated together

neighbors or roommates

angst or crack

sci-fi au or magic au

apocalyptic or mundane

tagged by: @historiavn

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