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aceghosts · 1 year

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Which Tragic Greek Figure Are You?

I was tagged by @deputy-morgan-malone, @kittiofdoom, @fourlittleseedlings, @direwombat, and @strangefable to do this uquiz. Than you for tagging me!

Tagging: @sstewyhosseini, @marivenah, @hoesephseed, @thomrainer, @clicheantagonist, @detectivelokis, @derelictheretic, @confidentandgood, @astorythatwritesitself, @captastra, @indorilnerevarine, and anyone else who wants to do this! (Sorry, I'm tired and blanking on names a little.)

Blue Murphy

Bellerophon

chimera-killer, pegasus-tamer, eater of your own soul: icarus flew too close to the sun, but you flew too close to gods who would prefer to remain untouched. could you not find enough joy in being a hero, a husband, a father and a king? olympus will never accept your presence upon its mountaintop, so best quit while you're ahead, before your horse bucks.

Rooney Shepard

Patroclus

clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.

Hunter Delaney

Achilles

best of the greeks, eager for honor, and quick to rage: you could easily live content and easy until you're gray-haired, but glory and fame call for you just beyond the horizon. you are not prone to self-reflection and trip into the same pits of wrath at bruised pride over and over. are you truly ready to sacrifice everything so that your name will be immortalized? is your fury what you want to be remembered for?

Sawyer Beaumont

Arachne

adept arachne, the things which you craft are born from years of careful practice, focused effort, and a drop of divine inspiration. your finished product shows the skills which you have honed over your lifetime, so take pride in that, but don't proclaim yourself a peerless artisan. and, by the gods, show humility when you've been beaten.

Blake Maddox

Cyparissus

young cyparissus, innocent cyparissus, it was all only an accident. your stag, finding relief from the relentless summer sun of Apollo under the forest's trees, did not deserve the cruel wound of your javelin stuck within him, and you did not deserve to inadvertently be the cause of his death. but grief does not care about intent and accidents, does it? even now, your cypress trees cry your mourning tears.

Riley Callahan

Icarus

what is there to be said of icarus? you were warned, yet you persisted, imprudently. but what of your first taste of liberation? the exhilaration that follows the first ray of the sun to touch you as you are, as a free man, makes you drunk on joy. we all know the foolish things that drunken people are capable of. was the fall as thrilling as the flight?

#Blue Murphy #Commander Rooney Shepard #I won't let fear compromise who I am #Hunter Delaney #Sawyer Beaumont #Blake Maddox #Riley Callahan #Not sure how I feel about Blue's #but damn does Rooney's result hurts #They ultimately gave their life for the Alliance only to be paraded afterward as the Poster boy #And I think Hunter's result speaks for itself #not sure about Sawyer's either #but considering the way I'm thinking about Blake's story #I think that one fits #and I think Icarus fits Riley #especially since they were so desperate to get out of their small town

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shcherbatskayas · 6 months

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i have a really clear klavier fic in my head and i can hear parts of it in a way that's very necessary for writing from the pov of a musician but like. unfortunately i do not think he would fucking know this song.

#unless i go full unhinged and make it delaney canon that his german sounds so weird #bc one of his parents is ex amish #and thus he grew up speaking something much closer to pennsylvania dutch than any european accent of german #i can make this man from lancaster. that's a thing i can do.#who can stop me except common sense?

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kayfabebabe · 11 months

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Friendo Miiiitcchhh!!! Happy Pride Month!!! <3 I have some OC asks for ya! From... Well both ask things ya reblogged! So... 1: 🍨 [ICE CREAM] How does your OC compose themselves in stressful situations? | 🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else? | 🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? ~Cryptid

Friendo Chaaaaaaaaaase (@cryptidofthekeys ) Happy Pride, my dude!! I'm so sorry this took a minute to answer, but I've been too sick to write anything. A little note - All of these answers are about my OC, Josephine "Miss Josie" Delaney whose story takes place in the early 1880's so I'm sorry if things sound a little strange.

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(ICE CREAM) How does your OC compose themselves in stressful situations? Josephine is considered to be an extremely level-headed person who can handle most stressful situations. And, from an outside perspective, she is very composed during times of high stress. However, this misconception is due to Josephine’s ability to hold onto her emotions and true feelings until she’s alone then she’s most likely to scream into a pillow or angrily scribble something into her sketchbook.

(RED APPLE) Who does your OC value above all else? This is a slightly difficult question due to Josephine’s fierce independence. She has friends and people in her life that she cares for dearly, but she holds them slightly at a distance. (Josephine, also, begins to value Taker as their relationship grows, but we’ll talk more about that later.)

(RAINBOW) What’s your OC's sexual orientation/gender identity? What pronouns do they use? Josephine uses She and Her pronouns. The best way to describe her sexuality is ‘Vaguely Bisexual.’ She’s only ever been physically attracted to and had long-term relationships with men. However, she did have an extremely close friendship in her teen-years with a woman named Alexandra. Josephine rarely talks about those days.

#Ask Answered #THANK YOU CHASE!#Wondeful Friendo #(I'm so sorry this took forever)#Writing #The Human Speaks #OC - Josephine Delaney #Ask Game #I will finish the AU story that introduces her...#One day...#I need ^Vaguely Bisexual^ on a t-shirt

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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I’m 40 followers away from my 5k milestone (still can’t believe that!!) so I just thought I’d put it out there, besties, that when that happens, so does this!

What to expect...

HO’ HOURS! We will have a three day weekend of sharing our horny thoughts!

DRABBLES! As requested by you from my prompt list!

UNFILTERED ASKS! I mean, I allow these already as I’m an open book, but you know, more of!

FUN AND SMUT AND STUFF! Oh yeah, more of the same! :D

More information to follow!

#5k celebration #ddd speaks #chris hemsworth fanfiction #tom hardy fanfiction #thor fanfiction #james keziah delaney fanfiction #Alfie solomons fanfiction #tyler rake fanfiction #tommy conlon fanfiction #ho hours #smut #smut queen

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pumpkincentaur · 3 months

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god i have. so many fuckin. wip thoughts. and i hate it. but anyway

the lady dressed in blood and the whole fleshwitch trilogy are kind of a prequel, like, chronologically. chronologically fw is one of the earliest stories that takes place in the shared universe of ye olde trial of lords, and also land of the shattering sky, which i have a whole tag for but never actually post about other than reblogging, and teeeeechnically unholy holy things, if uht taking place on the moon counts. the three books in the fleshwitch trilogy (lady dressed in blood, bastard crowned in thunder, and thief blessed by stars/man who stole the stars [title pending]) essentially serve as the backstory to one of the most devastating events in the history of teldar, the planet all these things take place on.

that event being the first Rending, in which the single continent on the planet was split into three and magic was literally re-written. the world literally ended. trial of lords and lotss are post-apocalyptic stories, except the apocalypse happened so long ago that it's distant memory.

except it's not distant memory. it happened again. tol isn't really about that and is very much a self-contained story taking place on a completely separate part of teldar. lotss is very much about that, and is both a post apocalyptic story and an apocalypse story. the world ended. then it ended again. and now it's happening a third time.

the problem with fw being a prequel is that it's really hard to write backwards, and many of the themes i want to have present in lotss are absent in fw by nature of it being a prequel--so much of lotss is about dismantling lies and breaking out of the structure of the fantasy narrative. but fw is a narrative, it's literally framed as a story being told long after everybody* involved is already dead. there's nothing in fw for the characters to break out of, because they already did everything that happened in their story. they've been dead since the beginning, and i tell you in the prologue that they all die, and exactly how it happens.

and right now the idea of breaking free appeals more to me. everything in fw is predestined. everything in lotss is up to the characters. even the prophecies in lotss end up being lies and the characters can choose not to follow them.

right now the idea of breaking out of the narrative and deconstructing fantasy tropes is more appealing to me than everybody being dead since the beginning. maybe that's a sign that i need to work on lotss and start writing it backwards. because they're the same story. just two different parts of it.

#delaney speaks #writing nonsense #god this is so hard to explain

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libraryleopard · 1 year

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it’s funny taking a class on afrofuturism this semester because i will unwind from my homework of reading speculative fiction novels by reading different speculative fiction novels

#literally alternating between notorious sorcerer by davinia evans and stars in my pocket like grains of sand by samuel r delaney right now #my life #lulu speaks #lulu reads

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no-see-um-incorrect · 5 months

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Demon baby fever

⚠️Babies⚠️ lack there of being able to conceive child⚠️ slight NSFW because Gavin⚠️

No proofread

Gavin and freelancer we’re at the park waiting for their friends to go on a hike freelancer was feeding breadcrumbs to the birds, and Gavin was standing by a tree, taking a photo. All is well and good until he hears a little voice.

“cuse me!” Gavin looks around before looking down. In front of him there’s a little girl. no older than four. She was wearing a pastel pink dress, covered in flowers with little butterfly clips throughout her dark curls.

“Cuse me!” she repeated.“are you lost? little one” Gavin replied confused but amused at the child’s pronunciation

“Your verry pwetty!” The little girl bounced on her tiptoes, with a joyful smile. Which made Gavins heart squeeze.

“why thank you. Your a little princess peach yourself”

“Tank You sir!” Gavin here’s an older woman’s voice calling “Delaney! You gotta stay by mama baby!” The little girl looks back at Gavin and waves goodbye before running back to her mom. Gavin looks and sees the little girls mom sitting on on a blanket on the grass with a smaller baby crawling around in front of her.

Ah yes. babies

One of the most confusing forms of human.

Gavin stood there and thought about it for a few minutes. he’s seen photos of his friends and even his partner as little squishy babies. and his heart fills up every time. Similarly to seeing a puppy, or a kitten.

Him and freelancer had babysat for some friends in the past. And every time it was the same feeling. The baby would smile and giggle. and Gavins heart would squeeze. and his smile would grow. The best example of this feeling would be their empathy demon Bestie Caelum.

Gavin thought about when he would come to visit and how he would ask to do Gavin’s hair. And they would sit in front of the TV and eat snacks until freelancer would come home and see them cuddling passed out on the couch. Or how anytime Caelum would be upset Gavin would give him a big hug and a kiss on the forehead telling him everything was gonna be OK.

He was so occupied with his thoughts he didn’t even realize freelancer was calling him

“GAVIN!” he snapped out of it and looks to see freelancer, signaling him over “The boys just got here! You good?” “i’m fine deviant just lost in. Thought is all”

The hike continued. The group was walking enjoying the scenery. Gavin and Huxley being a little further behind. Huxley was paying close attention to the flowers and the vines. Gavin was simply lost in thought.

“you good Gavin?” Huxley nudged his shoulder as they kept walking “what?. oh. I’m fine just thinking” “about what? If you don’t mind me asking” “……babies” Huxley cocked his head like a confused puppy “babies? Like human babies?” “Yes. I have been seeing babies and younger kids a lot recently. Freelancer says that that’s common in the spring. but it’s weird” “weird how?” Gavin hesitates before speaking “babies are like little confused. Adorable filterless creatures, and every time I see one, it makes my heart squeeze” Huxley thinks for a moment “….. so like baby fever?” Gavin gives him a slightly concerned look “…..what does that mean?” “at least how my moms described it. baby fever is when you see a really cute baby or really cute baby related things and it makes you want one. My mom always described it as babies giving your heart a little hug”

Then it clicked.

“i’ll think about that. Thank you” “no problem dude!”

They continued to hike until sundown then they headed back to their cars. After saying good bye Gavin and freelancer left for home.

The car ride home was silent for about five minutes until

“freelancer…..I want a baby” freelancer slowly opens their mouth, letting it hang a gap before speaking “i’msorryWhat?” “you heard me a baby….a mini squishy deviant with horns”

Freelancer sat there completely flabbergasted

“……how long have you been thinking about this?” “well I’ve noticed it for quite a while, but didn’t have a name for the feeling until now. I want a baby” freelancer quickly looks down at Gavins crotch before looking at their own and then looking up at the road

“Gavin…..honey….do you know how mortal babies are conceived?……we can’t….do that…” “then let’s do it like Huxley’s moms” “baby that takes a lot of time and money and research…and i’m still in school…”

Freelancer catches a quick glance at Gavin’s face. “I…um..hey….I would love to have a family. Especially a family with you so……let’s sleep on it OK” freelancer puts a hand on Gavin’s thigh and Gavin looks up at them with bright eyes “let’s give it a week and if you’re still thinking about it… then will do some research for a little further in the future….ok” “you don’t have to say that if you don’t want one deviant” “no Gavin. It’s a really good idea. I just haven’t thought about it much at all..but that’s definitely a conversation that we should have just…..maybe not while I’m driving”

Gavin nodded. And the car ride continued as normal. when they got home and we’re getting ready for bed the conversation continued.

“so Huxley told you about baby fever” Gavin laid down and arched his back into a stretch “I thought it was some form of human illness until he explained it” “you know I didn’t even know demons could get baby fever..” “oh, deviant I do remember me saying, in the heat of passion that I wanted to Breed yo-UGH” before he could finish freelancer shoved a pillow in his face “that’s enough of that! I have class in the morning!” “Well just know. It was always on the table~” Freelancer, turns off the lamp and lays next to him, resting their head on his chest

“good night my love”

“night baby”

“also let it be known that we would have the cutest Kids”

“goodnight Gavin.”

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as someone who can’t have children, and has no desire to have a child. This one was not easy to write. so forgive me if it’s dumb.

TAG: @puffin-smoke @froggytimemachineinternet @evansotherthoughts @themeridian

I forgot to tag someone I’m sorry

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted damn crew #redacted fanfic #sorry if this is dumb #no see um writing

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erisweekofficial · 7 months

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SURPRISE! 🔥❤️‍🔥

We are SO excited to have chatted with Matthew Bassett, the voice actor for Eris Vanserra in the Graphic Audio Production of the ACOTAR series.

Read below for an Exclusive Q&A with Matt ❤️

How long have you been voice acting? How did you get started in the voice acting industry?

I’ve only really worked with Graphic Audio for voice acting, and I’ve been in their roster of actors since 2012. I’ve been a stage actor (with a tiny bit of film) since 2003, and I’ve taught acting in the Washington, DC, area since 2012. When I moved to the DC area after graduate school and started working around here, a number of actors I liked and admired kept mentioning this company that provided steady work on fun material - westerns, fantasy, sci-fi. The comic book adaptations sold me, I’m a huge comics fan. Since 2012, I’ve played countless varmints, monsters, cads, aliens, superheroes/villains, and the occasional good guy. Along with Eris, my larger roles have included voicing The Homelander in all six volumes of GA’s adaption of The Boys graphic novels and Cullen in the World of Lupi series.

Can you describe the process for being selected for the role of Eris (or any other character)? Were there auditions, callbacks, or specific criteria that led to your casting?

Graphic Audio works like a repertory acting company, in that after your initial audition, they maintain your contact information for project directors to pull from when needed. I’ve done a lot of work with Colleen Delaney, director of the ACOTAR adaptations, including several longer character arcs in multiple series, so she thought I would be a good fit for Eris based on similar characters (rogueish, but with hidden depth that is explored over time) I’ve played elsewhere. I’m glad she did! Eris has been really fun.

How did you prepare for the role of Eris in terms of understanding the character's backstory, motivations, and relationships with other characters?

Graphic Audio does a fantastic job of preparing actors and directing us through performances. Colleen sent each actor a brief but rich character description, often quoting directly from the novels, as well as providing a plot description for each specific novel (necessary since the turnaround from offer to recording is very short). During our sessions, Colleen tells me everything I need to know about where Eris has been since the last scene/book and how his relationships have evolved. GA directors also read in as “scene partners,” which, considering they are all performers themselves, makes it very easy to react as I imagine Eris would.

Eris is a complex and morally ambiguous character. What aspects of his personality did you find most challenging to convey in your performance, and how did you approach tackling those challenges?

His vulnerability is very challenging. Eris has had a hard life, despite growing up with every privilege, which is difficult to convey. He hates everyone to some extent, but it all comes from how much he hates his family and himself. The scenes with Morrigan in particular take a while to record - he has all the feelings when talking to her, but he can’t show any of them.

Did you have any creative input into how Eris's voice would sound, or was it a collaborative effort with the production team and director? Were there any specific discussions about the character's vocal tone or style?

Definitely collaborative! His basic vocal character is very close to mine, with the musicality dialed up a bit so he can taunt everyone so well. Where my director really helps is pushing me to find the different levels to his interactions - when he’s teasing (often), when he’s antagonizing (mostly with Cassian), and when he’s speaking from his heart (VERY rarely, usually to or involving Morrigan).

What actors (voice, stage, film, etc) have inspired you? And did any actors or other characters help inspire your performance for Eris?

Hoo boy. Too many to list! For something like Eris, a lot of inspiration from Tom HIddleston’s Loki, Tom Cruise’s Lestat de Lioncourt, and anything Jeremy Irons has ever done. Characters that you can’t take your eyes off of, even as you want to beat the crap out of them.

Were there any specific challenges or unique aspects to voicing Eris compared to other characters you've portrayed in the past? How did you adapt your voice to capture his essence?

Y’know, for all the dirtbags, murderers, literal monsters, aliens, and villains I’ve voiced, Eris is the one with the biggest heart. The biggest challenge is allowing him to have a deep want, hidden from even himself, for some tenderness, the one thing he has been denied his entire life. A character like Eris is easy to just have fun with and play as a smug prick (which he is), but he has moments of aching loneliness that make him much richer. SPOILER: One of my most recent favorite moments was playing Eris’ surprise and gratitude when receiving a “made” dagger for safekeeping. Eris can’t fathom trusting anyone else with something so powerful and important, because he simply wasn’t shown that level of trust or respect. The moment took him by such surprise. It was great to let myself feel that in the playing.

Do you have any advice for aspiring voice actors who are considering pursuing a career in Voice Acting? Any tips for breaking into the business and honing their craft?

Train your voice! I received excellent vocal training as part of my MFA (Master of Fine Arts) in Acting at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. I learned how to care for my vocal health, how to support with my breath, and how to modulate the dynamics of my voice for character differentiation as well as basic performance beats. You may not have the inclination for that level of training, but a regular voice lesson with a singing coach will give you similar techniques. In terms of breaking in: like anything of this nature, it’s relationships. Build a strong resume, but also build strong relationships with your collaborators and a reputation for reliability. Directors know that I’ll prepare so that I can make strong initial choices, but that I am more than happy to adjust my choices as needed to make the overall production its best.

#eris vanserra #eris acotar #pro eris vanserra #acotar #erisweek2023 #high lord eris #autumn court #autumn court heir #eris

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ag-writes-stuff · 3 months

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I Would Have Followed You

Summary: This was never meant to be anything, was never actually anything if you asked Rafe Cameron. This is the story of the almost-relationship between him and you. Was it love?

Click below for the beginning of this story. If not, continue on! Thank you.

Chapter One.

The first time you ever locked eyes with Rafe Cameron was in a passing moment. It took you years to realize that life is just a succession of these so-called passing moments. If it’s a painful moment, it will pass. If it’s a perfect moment, it will also pass.

That particular moment occurred on one of the hottest days of summer. Even with the coastal breeze the heat in North Carolina was brutal.

Unfortunately for you, it was also senior year move-in day which meant carrying boxes up two flights of stairs for hours. Usually, one of your parents would be in tow, but your mom was called into work last minute and your dad wasn’t always the most reliable. So, you had to do it all yourself. Your mom was a pediatric surgeon. When you were growing up, she transferred hospitals every few years until she finally landed a position at Duke. Your dad’s career as a writer was flexible, so you were able to move wherever your mom needed you to. Quickly after publishing his first novel your dad became a New York Times Best Selling Author. Little did you know, that would be the first and last book he ever wrote. His agent dropped him after he missed his deadline four times. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't write. He started drinking a lot, mostly while your mom was at work. Eventually she had enough of it and asked him to move out.

When you were younger, you used to admire your parents’ relationship. Things you used to consider “gross”, You now realize were beautiful. Kisses in the car, holding hands in restaurants, cuddling on the couch. How can two people go from not being able to get enough of each other to never wanting to speak again? You'd never been in love, so you guessed you'd wouldn't know... The wood creaked under your feet as you started down the stairs for what would be your last trip from the car to apartment. You noticed that the parking lot was now full of students with their parents, unloading cars, breaking down boxes and saying their goodbyes. You also couldn’t help but miss yours.

Ascent Student Living was no different than any other off-campus apartment complex. It was new and made up of eight buildings, all different shades of blues and greens. One of your favorite parts of living at the beach was that everything was prettier. The architecture of most buildings and shopping centers mimicked the aesthetic of a small beach town and even though we were a good twenty minutes from the ocean, the bright colors and palm trees made it feel closer. When you were applying to colleges, you were so excited to finally get to decide where you lived instead of following your mom up and down the east coast. The options were endless, but decided to stay in North Carolina a little while longer. You settled on Wilmington College where you’d major in English and minor in journalism. Then after you graduated, maybe you’d move to New York City and become a writer. A girl could dream...

After the weight of choosing a school was lifted, you finally started to enjoy what you had left of senior year— that’s when you met Carter. Carter was the first crush you had since middle school. He had brown hair and and these piercing hazel eyes that made you uneasy. Some of your friends said he looked like Christian Bale. You never told him you thought so because you didn’t need to feed his ego any more than you already had.

Carter was, in ways, a breath of fresh air. He made you both excited and nervous at the same time. The nights you spent with him were adrenaline-pumping because you never knew what came next. He asked you to senior prom and showed up at your house with his mom and a corsage that didn’t match the dress, but of course you wore it anyway. You lost your virginity that night. You thought it would be so much more different. You were expecting this grand, romantic gesture and instead it was just a few minutes in a spare bedroom at your friend’s house that resulted in a broken condom.

A few weeks later, your parents sat you down and told you they were getting a divorce. You were angry with them for ruining the summer before you went away to college. You had finally made it to your semi-adult life, and they were ripping the rug right out from under you at the time you needed stability the most. For the rest of the summer, you had sex with Carter whenever you could, while both of your parents were at work, in cars in parking lots, at parties, after parties. You were willing to do it whenever and wherever because you thought it would make him love you and you were desperate not to be alone.

Spoiler alert: sex never makes someone love you.

You spent the next year hoping you’d become more than a hook-up and the year after that trying to meet someone who compared to him. Fast forward to the middle of sophomore year when you decided to swear off dating until you graduated college, life got so much better when you stopped looking for love in every guy you met. You started to enjoy school, meet new friends and finally make peace with your parents’ divorce.

You lifted the last box out of your car, closed the trunk and headed up the stairs to the second-floor apartment. Every few seconds you alternated looking down at your feet and then straight ahead to make sure you didn’t miss a step and trip.

As you turned your gaze, your eyes landed on him, and you couldn't help but notice his impressive stature. He stood tall and upright, exuding confidence with his broad and muscular build. His blond hair was tucked neatly under a backward cap, accentuating his chiseled facial features. He wore a grey t-shirt, which seemed to have been washed and dried numerous times, but still clung to his form in a flattering way. The casual attire and relaxed demeanor only added to his allure, making him seem approachable yet intriguing.

“Need some help with that?” he asked.

“No, I’m okay.”

You finally made eye contact with him. His blue eyes were familiar, like you’d looked into them before.

“That’s me right there.” You managed to stick your elbow out and point in the direction of the door that said 3221.

“See you around then, neighbor.”

You didn’t know his name, but you really wish you did. You wish you knew everything about him.

You walked inside of your apartments to your roommates, Lauren and Jordan, blasting music and laughing in the kitchen together. Before you joined them, you set the last box down in your bedroom. The rest of the unpacking could wait until tomorrow.

“Did you see all the hot guys in the parking lot? I’m so glad we got into Ascent. I heard so many people were waitlisted.” Lauren said.

“Waitlisted for a college apartment complex?” Jordan asked. “That’s insane. It’s not Harvard.”

You met Lauren Ellis and Jordan Coleman when you all got assigned the worst freshman dorm, Moore Hall. It was the only high rise on campus that hadn’t been torn down and rebuilt yet. Luckily you all were among the last people to live there. And you'd like to think your experience that was Moore Hell, as you called it, made you closer. The three of you were so different yet fit together so perfectly.

Moving around so much when you were younger prevented you from forming long-lasting friendships. You found it easier to avoid getting emotionally invested in people that you knew you’d have to say goodbye to eventually. Lauren and Jordan provided you with a new perspective on friendship. They were a source of comfort and support during both the happy and trying times, and they made you realize you were missing out on such an important bond.

“I call dibs on the super tanned one with the longboard!” Lauren laughed.

“You act like that’s not a description of basically every guy on campus,” Jordan replied.

“Just wait until you see who I’m talking about,” Lauren opened the refrigerator and tossed us each a Twisted Tea. “Courtesy of my parents, our congratulatory move-in present was a fully-stocked bar.”

“Can they just adopt me already?” you laughed, even though you weren't joking. “Tell us more about the longboard guy.”

“Okay, so you’ll never believe this, but he was trying to get into our apartment this morning. He lives in the unit above us and for a solid ten minutes was banging on the door and yelling that his key fob wasn’t working. When I finally opened it, he realized he got the unit numbers mixed up and was so embarrassed. He did ask for my number though and already texted me, so I’d call that a win.”

“I hope his roommates are hot!” Jordan shouted from her room.

“What’re you doing in there?” you replied. “It’s pregame time, unpacking can wait.”

“Well, our summer writing assignment can’t.”

“Shit.”

You grabbed your Twisted Tea and headed to your room, shutting the door behind you. You looked around at the progress you made today, everything was pretty much in its place besides a few pieces of wall art you still needed to hang. You sat down at the cheap IKEA desk that Ascent provided each bedroom with, opened your laptop and pulled up the assignment. You chose English as your major because you'd always loved to write. Since you hadn't grown up with siblings, you write fictional stories and kept journals to occupy yourself.

You finished the assignment in record time and then made your way into the bathroom to get yourself ready for your first night out as seniors. In the mirror, you stared at the girl looking back at you. She had never been super confident in herself, but she was beautiful. She just hadn't heard that from anyone but her own parents of course.

After you finished your makeup, you scanned the closet for an outfit to wear. You wanted to look good but not draw too much attention to yourself and settled on a pair of denim shorts, a white crop top with a lettuce hem and your go-to shoe Converse.

On Thursday, it was tradition that every student made their way over the bridge to Wrightsville’s favorite sports bar, Jerry’s. So, you took a few shots, piled into an Uber and made your way to kick off what you hoped would be an amazing senior year.

“Can I get you a drink?” are six words every 21-year-old wants to hear. You spun around and was suddenly face-to-face with the guy from the stairwell.

“Sure.” You played it cool.

“Two Mich Ultras.” he said, sliding the bartender cash.

“Bold of you to assume I’m a beer girl.” You tried to flirt.

“Well, you’re holding an empty bottle and it’s dollar beer night, so it wasn’t really much of a stretch.” He laughed a little before chugging the rest of his beer and placed it on the sticky bar. You could feel your face go flush.

“I know, I was just testing you,” You raised an eyebrow. “Observant, I like it.”

“I was surprised to see you’re drinking beer though, most girls still opt for a vodka cran even on dollar beer night.”

“If I drink liquor the night usually looks a lot different for me. I want to at least remember the first night of senior year you know?”

“So, a senior huh? I would’ve guessed younger. What’re you studying?”

“English and journalism. You?”

“I’m in the business program but I really want to get into sports broadcasting, so I considered journalism. I might pick up a minor this year if I can fit it in before graduation.”

“Oh, you’re a senior? I would’ve guessed younger.” You threw his own joke back at him. “Touché. Are you not into younger guys?” The corner of his mouth curled slightly into a smirk. It was at that moment you knew you were in trouble.

“Thanks for the drink,” You smiled. “I better go find my friends though.”

“Rafe Cameron,” he stuck out his hand. “Most people call me Cameron.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Most people call me Y/N.” you turned around and began to walk away.

“See you around, Y/L/N!” he called after you.

~~~

“Maybe I should text longboard guy and see if they want to come down to post-game.” Lauren slurred as you walked into your shared apartment.

“Why don’t we save it, it’s only the first night.”

“Too late. He replied! He and his roommates are coming down.” She interrupted you before you could finish.

“Ooh, I’m manifesting that the other two roommates are just as hot so there’s one for each of us!” Jordan laughed.

Lauren pulled out a bottle of tequila, limes and poured each of us a shot. Even though you desperately wanted to go to bed, you knew you couldn’t say no.

“Here’s to the father, the son, and the tequila chilled. Hope to God this doesn’t get us killed. Remember that if he won’t, his best friend will. Always remember to take your pill. Now let’s go get fucking drilled.”

We raised our shot glasses, downed the tequila, and quickly followed them up with limes. Seconds later, the front door opened and in walked three tall guys wearing almost identical outfits. You watched as the last of them shut the door behind him. As soon as he turned around, you locked eyes again.

Rafe Cameron.

“Guys! This is Topper, Kelce and Rafe. They live right above us.” Lauren introduced them. Jordan and you awkwardly waved from the kitchen as you grabbed two drinks from the fridge.

Topper looked like he was plucked out of a Billabong campaign. He had blonde hair, blue eyes and a tan that probably lasted year-round. You could tell he grew up at the beach and had no intention of ever leaving. Kelce was the opposite, his dark complexion sported a buzz cut and a little bit of facial hair and he screamed of elegance with every movement.

Lauren insisted on making the guys drinks, even though they came with a full case of Miller Lite. While she did that, Jordan and you got comfortable on the couch and set up a game of Circle of Death.

“Oh, I’m in,” Topper joined us.

Everyone made their way to the couch and Jordan reminded everyone of the rules. Halfway through the first round you excused yourself and went to the bathroom. As you walked back down the hall that connected your bedroom to the kitchen, you were stopped by Rafe. His body shifted so that it was blocking you from finding a way out of the hallway and the situation.

“Are you just going to pretend like you don’t know me?” he asked.

“I mean, I don’t really.” You reminded him.

“So that moment back at the bar never happened?”

“If you consider a beer and a two-minute-long conversation a moment then you probably think this is our first date.”

“Good one, but I don’t date.”

“They never do.”

“What’s in here?” he brushed past you and let himself into your room.

“My bedroom, obviously.” You rolled your eyes.

He looked around the room, picking up picture frames and examining them one by one. You couldn’t believe Rafe Cameron was in your bedroom. You felt your heart rate increasing by the second and with a newfound drunk confidence, you closed the bedroom door behind you. He looked up and his big blue eyes felt like they could see right through you. Taking the hint, he made his way closer to you and placed one hand on your lower back and the other on your face. Gently, his thumb stroked your cheek, and you could feel the rest of his hand grasp the back of your neck. Goosebumps.

When your lips finally touched it was like they had met before.

First kisses can be two things: terrible or incredible. Your first kiss was terrible. You were 15 and it was New Year’s Eve. You remember tasting toothpaste on his tongue and thinking he’d brushed his teeth to be courteous. It turns out he was wasted and had been throwing up in the bathroom right before the ball dropped.

Then, there was your first good kiss. It was like a scene out of any coming-of-age movie or book made in the past ten years. One Saturday night your senior year of high school you stayed out past curfew. “Crazy Rap” by Afroman was playing on the Bluetooth speaker while we passed around whiskey and a bottle of Dr. Pepper as a chaser. You knew it was wrong to let Carter drive you home after he drank but you were 17 and didn't always make the best decisions. He parked his car at the top of your driveway so your parents wouldn't hear the engine, then he kissed you. You can still remember the way your entire body lit up, like you had been going through life on auto-pilot until that very moment.

That’s not what this first kiss with Rafe felt like. Kissing him felt familiar, like your lips were puzzle pieces that fit together just right. He didn’t make you nervous in the way Carter used to. He made you feel comfortable. He made you feel at home.

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