WIP Wednesdaaaaaaaaaargh!
On the one hand, it’s not been a bad writing day. Okay, I had to skip a couple of scenes and start poking at something my brain wanted to write (I blame the snow. I’d have probably been able to do word-dragging if there weren’t snow), but I got a good 2k+ which is not bad for a couple of hours work.
On the other hand the more I go the more I feel like this idea is full of more holes than Swiss cheese and even a complete rewrite isn’t going to fix that. Which is a frustrating feel when you’re trying to be productive.
Hopefully it’s just the S.A.D. talking and my body trying to go into hibernation mode. In the meantime, have Thomas listen to Phillip have and existential crisis on @alex51324 ‘ Island.
Phillip took a deep drag, closing his eyes as he did so. Once he’d exhaled, he gave the cigarette a discontent look and asked, “Can’t you afford anything better, now that you’re a journalist?”
Under other circumstances, the question would have rankled, but Phillip had always had a way of asking that sort of thing in a manner that wasn’t offensive. Thomas had never understood it, but now he simply shrugged. “Maybe, but old habits die hard. Besides, I have to feed myself now. I’d rather have a better cut of bacon than a better brand of cigarettes.”
“I suppose…” After a second drag, Phillip set aside the question of Thomas’s cigarettes and asked, “Do you know what I’ve always found ridiculous?” When his only answer was an indistinct noise of denial, he continued, “The fact that people always act like ‘why am I here’ is the greatest philosophical question you can possibly asked.” He smiled, sort of. It was the sort of smile Thomas was familiar with where you turn your lips up at the corners, but it doesn’t mean you’re happy. Generally quite the opposite. “I’ve always known the answer. I’m here to have children, pass on the title, and take care of the estate. That’s it. No more, no less.”
Thomas raised an eyebrow at that, his own lips curling at the edge. “Rather a melodramatic proclamation. I’m sure your parents enjoyed having a child, outside of the rest.”
“No they didn’t,” the other man scoffed. “At least not with each other. I honestly can’t think how the girls and I were conceived, given that my parents could barely stand being in the same room. No, like any good aristocrats, they married for the betterment of the family fortune and the estate, secure in the knowledge that once their duty was done they could do as they pleased.” He shrugged. “Papa didn’t even wait that long. The Countess of Carton’s youngest daughter is a year older than I am.”
“What makes you so certain she’s your sister?” Thomas asked, still skeptical.
The question earned him a knowing look. “I take it you’ve never met the lady.” When Thomas shook his head, Phillip chucked dryly and flicked a bit of ash into a nearby planting. “Never comment on a likeness, you know that. Fortunately I’d learned it before my family and the Earl’s ever crossed paths. A year or two before I might have actually said she looks just like Papa.”
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Friends With Benefits Miguel, who hates the idea of being so intimately close and mangle with such complicated, bothersome feelings of endearment and commitment. So he does everything in his power to make sure you both agree and condemn to the terms of his little agreement of just being fuck buddies.
Until he realizes that you finally had enough of having your heart and soul utterly shattered after every heated, emotionless fuck session.
Completely seethes at the sight of you ignoring his calls, turning your back on him when he needed you — watches that brimming, refreshed smile on your face glimmer with such ease and contentment. As though nothing ever happened between the two of you.
Gives you a week to see if anything changes.
But nothing has. Not in the slightest.
He had hoped you would come back to him. Back into his big, strong arms and weighted, stocky body. To spill out your entirety to him in the most vulnerable state. To share your embracing, tender presence with him. To weigh in his own personal, salacious leisure.
His eyes would soften and shallow out with the sight of you finally being honestly happy. Watching you gradually move on without the beck and call of his desperation for a need of "stress relief" and last resort entanglement.
Breaks his heart to finally see you being completely happy and indubitably enthralled with someone that wasn't him. That could actually give you the love and adoration that you solely craved the most.
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Imagine # 981
Gif NOT mine.
If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.
Gif credit goes to - @id4ni3 (Unless told otherwise.)
Year posted - 2022
⚠️Warning(s) - None I think? (I mean aside from drowning, but I'm pretty sure that one's obvious.)
📝Note(s) - Not my best work, but I still like it, and I hope you do too.
Coming to the pool today hadn't been (Y/n)'s idea, but regardless she had loved the idea of cooling off from the unrelenting summer heat. So she packed a small bag, got the kids she was babysitting ready, and drove off to the public pool. Once inside the chain link fence the kids took off to play with friends, and (Y/n) found a comfortable place to relax for a little while before getting into the pool.
In the hour and a half since then, twice she caught the one and only Billy Hargrove staring at her as she sunbathed. Knowing better than to associate with a guy like that, she rolled her eyes and ignored him. Unaware of just how much more that made him want her attention. So ignoring the feeling of his eyes burning into her skull, she decided she should finally enjoy the pool a bit before her and the kids would have to leave.
Setting her sunglasses aside she rose from her chair, and approached the nearest ladder. Still she felt his eyes on her, and still she ignored him. The water lapped at her legs as she climbed down the ladder, making her sigh on content at its cool touch on her hot skin. The pool hadn't been crowded, so once she released the ladder, she decided to dive under and swim further out.
However unknown to her, a group of young boys had decided that was the perfect moment to cannonball into the pool. The third boys foot collided with the back of (Y/n)'s head hard, stunning her underwater. Billy watched with concerned features, temporarily frozen in place as he worried weather or not she was untouched.
But when the boys sprung back up, and (Y/n) remained underwater, he got his answer. In an instant Billy blew his whistle before jumping from his chair, running around the pool, then diving in after her. His heart hammering in his chest as he approached her unmoving body on the bottom of the pool.
Quickly he scooped her up into his arms, and kicked off the bottom to resurface faster. One arm securely around her midsection, as he swam to the pools edge. Some women screamed in a panic, while several other people rushed to the side to help Billy. Whispers were heard all around, as he checked her for a pulse.
She wasn't breathing anymore. And despite his gut wrenching panic, he began giving her CPR, and mouth to mouth. It only took two minutes to resuscitate her, but to Billy it felt like a lifetime. His heart fluttering with relief when she started coughing up water, a small smile tugging at his lips as he held her on her side.
"That's it, let it all out." He encouraged. "You're okay now." His voice was soft, (Y/n) could only just hear him over the ringing in her ears. "What happened?" She groaned, her hand reaching for her sore neck. "You drowned." He explained before turning her to lay on her back once more, another smile tugging at his lips at the shocked look on her face.
"Billy?" She frowned in confusion. "Y-you saved me?" Her heart felt ready to burst with joy and anxiety. "Of course." He glanced up at the sound of approaching sirens. "The ambulance is here, I'm going to go with you to the hospital." Billy assured her as he held her trembling hands. "Thank you." She murmured as tears spilled from her eyes. "You're welcome (Y/n)." He gave her hands a gentle squeeze, happy she was okay, and finally acknowledging him.
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