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blackwolfstabs · 5 months

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If you're ever low on ideas and comfortable with it, I've had this idea which means a lot to me that I'd love see you put into your own words one day.

Basically, some time after Scream VI, Chad and Tara try to work themselves up to doing the deed (no outright smut or explicit stuff though pretty please, not the point here), and Tara totally freaks out when she can't bring herself to take off her clothes and show all her scars to another person. While I wouldn't expect Chad to really care about his, I'd always thought this would be an issue for Tara considering how much she wants to feel normal after everything that happened to her. As someone who still has visual reminders of a prior major surgery, I can speak from experience that feeling like you're less beautiful or desirable because of that is a really terrible thought. I can totally picture Tara feeling all the nervous butterflies about the sacred occasion of losing her virginity only to realize the scars from her snapped leg and all the stabby stabbies, everything she's trying to forget, are never going away. Feel free to experiment with how they'd react to and handle this situation, it was just a fleeting idea, but I think it could be something really sweet.

P.S.: You're like the only writer I know of that appreciates Chara and I just wanted to thank you for that because I adore them sooo much lol, they don't get enough love.

aww it's all my pleasure, dear anon. i hope i do your idea justice! 🫡

here you go:

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IF YOU LOVE HER

Drawing stars around Tara's scars.

fandom: Scream pairing: Tara Carpenter × Chad Meeks-Martin characters: Tara Carpenter & Chad Meeks-Martin a/n: i love this idea sm and i actually got really into it so my apologies if i went too deep or made it too long. you've got good taste, my friend :)

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“Are you sure?” Chad whispered, his forehead locked with Tara’s as they blinked into each other’s chocolate eyes.

Tara nodded, not breaking her eye-contact, even though she was trembling. She loved Chad, she did, and if anyone was going to take her virginity, she wanted it to be him. It’d be safe with him, for she was sure he loved her just the same. They had been through so much together. She couldn’t ask for a better partner. “Yeah,” she breathed, “I want to…”

In the privacy of his half-lit bedroom, he nodded and removed his shirt, letting her take the lead as she gently pushed him down onto his bed. She climbed on top of him, her legs straddling him to lean down and capture his lips.

Tara melted into her boyfriend quickly, pulled in by the serene essence of the night and his love. She felt his hand slide over the small of her back and move towards her hip, while she trailed her fingers down his right pec to his rib cage. Her fingertips curled into his ribs as his own slipped beneath the band of her pants.

They parted, but Chad kept his digits beneath the hem. He eased them a little farther to have the tips meet her underwear. She shuddered with a small gasp, instinctively dropping her pelvis as if to stop him from going any further. His face must’ve changed a little to show some concern, because she quickly looked away.

“I-I’m sorry…” She grew shy as she hesitated on where to look.

“Is that too far?” he quizzed, retreating his hand a little bit.

“No, it’s fine, I just…”

“Would you rather do it?” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear to catch a better glimpse of her face.

She took a deep breath, before gathering up the courage to look him in the eyes again. “No. I trust you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He nodded. “Okay…” He turned his face to the side to kiss the arm she still had bordering his head. She then resumed her former position again, and he decided to take a different approach. “We’ll do this first.” He moved his hand away from her bottoms and eased her shirt up, until he met her bra-line.

Carpenter braced herself against the fresh air that corralled the newly exposed skin of her torso. She knew the build-up to giving her virginity away was supposed to be nerve-wracking and anxiety-inducing, but she knew that the intensity she felt growing in the pit of her stomach was of a different essence. However, she had to keep herself together. This was the hard part. After everything was off and out of the way, there was no going-back and hopefully, she would be immersed into a world of love and not rejection. That’s how sex went, right? It was captivating and a rather surreal experience? Guess she was going to find out. But she had to stay strong to get there, so she ducked her face into the crook of Chad’s neck to try and compose herself.

Her boyfriend breathed in her warm scent, leaning his head against hers as he wrapped his arm around the bare portion of her back with one arm and used the other to tug her pants down a little bit. He heard her give a small whimper, to which he kissed her shoulder. “There’s nothing to be scared of, Tara,” he assured her, “I got you.”

She felt his nose brush her ear lobe as he said this, his breath tickling her neck. As safe as she felt in his arms, she couldn’t manage to make any words and instead, just nudged his jawline in a nod. She was wearing high-waisted pants that were steadily pulled to a mid-rise and then a low-rise as Chad edged them further down her hips.

Her heart skipped a beat, jumping into a race that made her nearly start to panic. His other arm brushed her spine, forearm pressing through her bra to leave his fingers closing around her ribs. She shut her eyes tightly and pressed her lips to his neck, forcing herself to focus on softly suckling his skin to fight herself from changing her mind.

Below her, Meeks-Martin heard a shuddering breath that mimicked her figure. He knew she was anxious about this, especially with how protective her older sister was and how inhumanely her body had been handled before. That was why he let her be on top for her first time. Both of her Ghostface attacks—which had left her with trauma she still re-lived—ended with her pinned beneath her attacker. He was well aware of what having her take the submissive position might do. The hand that held her ribcage slid down the curve of her flank, finding new territory that hadn’t been explored from the coverage of her pants.

His girlfriend accidentally traded her lips for her teeth, biting down on his sternocleidomastoid muscle. It was a fearful kind of nip, so it wasn’t necessarily painful, but it had caused him to pull one hand away from her hips and caress the side of her head.

“Easy, babe… Just breathe. I won’t hurt you…”

She swallowed uneasily, wanting to say something to assure him but also defend herself at the same time. She didn’t know what to do. However, when his fingers found the scars hidden on her lower abdomen and his arm pressed into the ones littering her lower back, she couldn’t take it. Every hurtful thought she could hold against her self-worth felt like a knife stabbing through her survivor’s tattoos again to emphasize the damage they did. Tears filled her eyes, and she didn’t even think twice as she pulled away. “I can’t!”

Chad sat up when she got off of him, finding her tugging her clothing back to their proper wear and hearing her breath hitch as she bowed her head in shame.

Tara’s chest went extremely tight as she broke down, eyes burning and butterflies swarming her stomach at the anxiety that cursed her yet again. But this time was different. She hated doing this to Chad, because he didn’t deserve it. “I–I’m sorry, Chad…”

“For what?” He moved to sit beside her. “What is it?”

More tears fell, seeming to grow thicker the longer she stared at her legs, which were clenched together. She felt his hand rub small circles on her back, but that just made her grow even more tense. Her initial reply was replaced with a sob that had her whole body jolting.

“Hey, hey, hey…” His concern grew, once she broke down completely, a few whimpers coming through her sobs as she covered her face with one hand and hugged her torso with the other. He got down on the floor to kneel in front of her, reaching up to brush her hair back. “It’s okay, Tara, it’s alright—”

“I ca-han’t do it, Chad!” she cut him off, only able to compose herself enough to get the shortest explanation she could out. “I-hit’s so uh-hugly!”

He paused his combing. “What’s ugly?”

Carpenter cringed inward on herself, clutching the flank of her shirt so tight that her knuckles turned white. She pulled her knees up to hug them with her other arm, hiding her face in the small space between her thighs and torso. “M-my scars…” She spit it out around her accumulating congestion.

Chad’s eyes immediately fell to the arm that curled around her legs, how her hand reached to the side that he couldn’t see. It was the hand that had that long scar gifted from self-defense against Ghostface—her first attack. What a reminder… What a memory…

What a tragedy…

The exact one that had him view her like she was the strongest person in the world, even though she was the smallest of the family they’ve made. She was the strongest. She had survived being stabbed 7 times, a broken ankle, blood-loss, surgery, a 2nd attack, facing-off with her attacker, suffering heartbreak, and spent another period in the hospital, which she had grown to hate… But after every single fallout, she picked herself back up and kept moving forward.

Tara Carpenter was the living proof and definition of a survivor.

And Chad Meeks-Martin was in love with her.

She wasn’t second-best or his chosen one, due to their share of trauma. He started falling from the first day they met all those years ago, when they were too young and naive to understand what love was, what pain was, what trauma was, and all of the things that divided them. Tara’s home-life started to go downhill around the same time he was getting serious into football, so he wasn’t around her much anymore. Being a jock came with many things that kept him present in his future yet absent in his past. And sadly, Tara was one of those things—those precious things that he had unknowingly been driven away from. Liv came along, and they hit it off for a while, but when Tara was attacked, it all changed.

He didn’t care if she had scars. He didn’t care if she was too scared to let him in. He didn’t care if she pushed him away and screamed at him to leave. He’d wait on her forever. He didn’t see her scars, when he looked at her. He saw his angel—the one he swore he’d never see living, in-person, and in his reach. Yet, she was. And had she not endured it all, he might have never gotten that privilege.

As she continued to cry, Chad spoke to her softly and sincerely. “No, they’re not. Tara, there’s nothing ugly about you—”

However, she denied him. “Yes, they– Chad, I’m hideous…”

She was convinced. Her scars were curses, hidden beneath her clothes to fool anyone that might actually want her. Anyone who might desire her. But she wasn’t desirable. One look at the marks giving her stomach, back, and legs an abstract design and anyone with a decent taste would turn away. She was destroyed, wasted, used, and corrupted. How could she be beautiful? How could she move on when every time she changed clothes, or took a shower, or wore anything but high-waisted jeans or pants reminded her of how defenseless, weak, and exposed she was? How alone she was… and that loneliness created a masterpiece that only the artist could admire. It must be hidden from the rest of the world or else it would leave others feeling sick and appalled.

Because she wasn’t supposed to be a piece of art. She was supposed to be dead.

Who could ever love her intimately when she was literally a human pincushion?

Chad could. And he did.

“Tara,” his voice was a little stronger this time. He slipped his hand onto her thigh and encouraged her to lower her legs. “Tara…” Luckily, she did lower her legs, but both arms held herself tightly and she hesitated to look up. “Hey…”

Tara sniffled and wiped her nose, before raising her eyes enough to look at him. And of all things… he smiled at her.

“Stop, that isn’t true,” he told her. His eyes shimmered in the low lighting. “I’ve never met someone more beautiful than you. Your scars aren’t ugly. They don’t change who you are. I promise you, one day, you’re gonna look at every single one of those scars as a reminder of how strong you are.” Her soulful eyes just blinked at him, glossy as more tears slid down her cheeks. He wiped them away. “You’re so strong, babe.”

In that moment, she swallowed, staring at him as she recalled those traumatic memories. The phone calls, the teases, the taunts, the stabbing, the crawling, the begging, the screaming… Those things didn’t make her feel strong at all. They were demeaning and humiliating. “I don’t feel strong… I’m not fearless, like Sam. I’m not smart, like Mindy. I’m not reliable, like you…”

On the other hand, all her boyfriend could think about was her smile, her sharp-tongue, and her gorgeous eyes. The way she moved and how she handled everything that came her way. The way she loved him and how healing her existence was to him every day. She was the reason he fought, held on, and kept going. When he had sacrificed himself for her at the kill theater, taking a thousand stabs, while looking at her the whole time, telling her to “go”... he did that because he couldn’t live without her, and because he couldn’t live without her, he held on until he was found by paramedics and was united with her again. Everything she was saying about what she wasn’t couldn’t be more wrong. “You’re a survivor, Tara. You’re Tara Carpenter, and you’re not like other people. You’ve got a will that’s so strong, you’ve managed to look death in the eyes and win… multiple times. And those scars are proof of it.” She was unparalleled to anyone else in this world. “You are you. There’s 7 billion people in this world, and you’re the perfect one for me. What are the odds of that?”

Tara bit her lip. She wanted to believe him. Truly, she did. But she hated all that her body had become, especially when it had to be exposed in situations like these. They weren’t mental scars that time would heal, they were scars that would be there forever. She would never be able to escape what had happened to her, no matter how long she lived or how much she may try to cover them up.

“I love you, Tara.”

Her breath hitched as she sniffled. “I love you too, Chad…” Her next words were barely audible, when they came out. “Thank you…”

Chad just smiled at her. Even with her bloodshot eyes and runny nose, she was flawless. He reached out and took her left hand. His thumb brushed over the long scar tainting the top of it.

She didn’t dare look down, the soft touch making her lips quiver again as more tears threatened to fall.

But then he brought it up to his lips and trailed a line of gentle kisses along the length of the scar, covering the pain it caused her with loving stitches.

Tara watched him do this, then glanced up to his face when he lifted it and guided her hand to rest against his cheek. “Chad…”

“You are so beautiful,” he simply replied. And to his surprise, he received the smallest smile from her, even through her tears. Then, he dropped his eyes to where her right arm guarded her torso. He squeezed her hand a little, “Can I see them?”

She froze, her anxiety climbing again. Her brow twitched, fighting herself to stay where she was and not pull away from him again. He deserved this. He deserved this.

If he loved her…

He did love her. There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind. So, she exhaled a shaky breath and nodded, slowly removing her right arm and retreating her left to uncover the sacred tattoos that made her a palette of a million colors, some not even of this world. She held her breath as she tugged the hem of her shirt up with one hand, then pulled her pants down with the other to expose her stomach.

There were two big scars, one just below her left rib cage and the other beneath her navel on the right side. Chad moved to be directly in front of her and was actually allowed to come closer when she opened her legs for him to kneel between them. His hands were soft as he placed them on her warm sides. He felt her shudder, telling him she was still hesitant about revealing her permanent demons. But instead of trying to talk her down again, he bowed his head and pressed his lips against the first scar. Just like he had done with her hand, he moved along its length, stitching up her hurt with his affection.

Tara stiffened at first, her muscles tensing at the feeling of this kind of attention, but then she let go of the breath she was holding back. His lips moved from the left side of her ribs to duck beneath her arm and give the scars he could reach on her back the same treatment. She let him do it. Her head stayed bowed, and she gripped the hem of her shirt, holding it steady against her frame to force herself into this uncomfortable position she knew she could trust. However, she couldn’t stop the tears that continued to fall or the whimpers that slipped out when his kiss would trigger another bad thought.

But her boyfriend never failed to calm her butterflies even if it was only for a moment. As he drew back, he slid his right hand around her back to rub it and continued to do so when he began to kiss the other mark on her lower belly. She breathed in, and he could feel her skin press into his lips.

She was starting to calm down. She was starting to trust him.

Then, he took his left hand and traced his fingers down her flank to meet the hem of her pants. He pulled one side off her hip.

Panic. Her heartbeat picked up, leading her to slightly squeeze her legs around him. “N-no, Chad—”

Chad blinked up at her. He didn’t move any further. “I won’t do much. Just wanna see…”

Tara hesitated. She felt her formerly injured leg twinge at the way she had it positioned. Then, she relaxed and helped him tug her pants off all the way. Bare against the air conditioning, it was only instinctive that she wanted to pull her legs up to her chest, however his hand eased up her ankle, along her calf, over her knee, and up her thigh. Her eyes never left his, but she dropped her shirt to rest her wrists over his shoulders, rubbing her fingertips against his thoracic vertebrae.

He ran his hand back down, caressing right at her ankle, where it had been snapped by a devil’s wish.

How that scream had ripped her throat… It was so painful… Tara swore it had been so guttural that, had she not passed out, she would’ve spit up blood on the way to the hospital.

Chad held it in his hand, rubbing it with gentle squeezes in between. And as he gazed at her, he saw her lips start to upturn. Then, her leg flinched, trying to pull away from his hold. He knew why, and it made him smile back at her, relieved that she was no longer anxious and fearful of being exposed to him. “Do you trust me?” he asked this as he glided his hand back up her leg to rest on her hip, bringing himself closer to her.

Carpenter nodded instantly, though her voice was still soft. “Yeah…” She blinked as he wiped stray tears from her cheeks.

Then they joined at the lips, taking a moment to melt into each other’s comfort. But it wasn’t too long, for the congestion that blocked Tara’s airways from crying cut it short.

Chad grazed his knuckles along Tara’s jawline, watching her eyes close at the touch. “I think you should get some rest for tonight, okay?”

Her eyelids parted and slowly raised.

“We can try again tomorrow.”

She nodded with a small sigh.

Tomorrow was another day…

Another day she’d survive.

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p.s. i'm sorry this took a while, anon.. i hope you're still around! ♡

- parker (BWS)

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poetrybyonur · 2 years

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Cook her favourite meal for her. Draw her a hot bath when she comes home exhausted. Pour her a glass of wine and sit outside with her in the evening. It’s the little things you do for her that makes her feel loved.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #onurtaskiran poetry #romantic writer #gentleman poet #poets and writers #love #love her right #the little things #your queen #if you love her #treat her right #that’s true love #feelings

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arkytiorwrites · 1 year

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Day 2: If You Love Her

Tony Stark x Reader

We love Tony no matter the year, but 2008 party animal Tony has a special place in my heart.

He’s also the least traumatized, but we don’t talk about that.

Looking around the area that had once been the backyard, I heaved a sigh and shook my head at the shenanigans of the rich., They gave party animals a whole new definition.

Picking my way through the passed out, drunk, and high bodies littering the deck and lawn chairs, I toed off my flip-flops, pulled out my guitar, and sat down beside the pool.

Tony and I had been friends for years, and seeing someone I loved throw himself away like this broke my heart. Yet, when he had invited me to play at a party he

was hosting, I had thought it would be a small, private event. Not... all of Hollywood.

Absently swishing my leg through the cold water, I swiftly tuned my trusty old guitar to play the song that had been looping through my mind for days.

…

Tossing back a finger of bourbon, Tony watched his closest friend begin to play their guitar.

The wild artist had managed to capture his attention in ways no one had ever managed before. They had never cared that he was the Tony Stark, all they wanted was to know Tony. The man behind the genius, billionare, playboy! philanthropist; and for that, he would never be able to repay them.

Just as he was about to call out to them from inside his home, they began to sing.

"Take it,

If he gives you his heart don't you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”

Their voice resonated off the water, and the guitar added to the soft calm they emitted.

"He always has trouble falling asleep.

And he likes to cuddle under the sheets.

He loves rock songs and dancing, and bad trash TV.

There's still a few other things."

Ever since he had met her all the way back at MIT, the billionaire had struggled with his feelings for the wanderer. The fact that they could go when they chose, and could do anything with little to no repercussions made them all the more alluring.

"He loves love notes and inventions, and likes giving gifts,

Has a hard time accepting a good compliment.

He loves his whole family, and all of his friends,

So, if you're the one he lets in…”

Wait. They couldn't possibly be...

"Take it,

If he gives you his heart don't you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He's the best thing that you'll ever have-“

Oh, dear God. They were. They were singing about him.

Stepping out onto the patio, attracting their attention to move from the water to him. As their eyes met, everything somehow clicked into place as they continued the lyrics.

"He’ll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side way and you'll make it.

He's the best thing that you'll have.

He'll love you if you love him like that."

They smiled at him gently as they kept going, clearly intending to get their point across in song. Tony wasn't complaining. Messy hair shifting in the cool ocean breeze, the image before the inventor brought him to the only logical conclusion for the image before him. He had fallen in love with a fae creature of old; and they returned his feelings, and was using their magic to show him.

"Kiss him with passion as much as you can,

Run your hands through his hair whenever he's sad.

And when he doesn't notice how pretty he is,

Tell him over and over so he never forgets!

Take it,

If he gives you his heart don’t you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.

He'll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side, and you'll make it,

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”

Tony didn't want to waste another second, Following the same path that Y/N had taken, he sat down next to them and didn’t pull his gaze away from them for a moment.

“He'll love you of you love him like that

He'll love you if love him like that.

He'll love you if you love him, he'll love you if you love him like that.

Just to love you, just to love you, just to love you

He’ll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side and you'll make it.

He's this best thing that you'll ever have.

He'll love you if you love him, like that."

They fell silent as the last notes echoed through the yard.

Holding out his hand, Tony wiggled his fingers in invitation, and Y/N accepted. Slotting their fingers together perfectly like they were designed to fit only each other’s.

"How long?" Tony finally asked after a long moment of peaceful silence.

“After I graduated," they admitted softly.

“Really?"

“Yeah, you?"

“Umm…"

Well now he was embarrassed. He'd loved them years before they felt the same. Of course, he had gone and fallen in love with some one who could read him like a large print book.

"You liked me way before that, didn't you?“ they asked. No judgement, just curious if they were right.

"Yeah," Tony admitted.

Y/N just smiled and rested their head on his shoulder; and he knew, come what may, they would stay by his side.

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alienshifter · 3 months

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i love you so fucking much @sink--orswim 💛

#👁️#🥹💛🥹#todays mood #if you love her #tokyo tea room #Spotify

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lordgroose · 7 months

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You should give Tokyo Tea Party a listen

Especially “if you love her”

Its a bop

just listened to it, it's definitely a bop! gonna check more of their stuff out soon

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#asks #mutuals #friends #answered #damn good music #tokyo tea room #if you love her

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snazzystarlight · 1 year

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This came out so nice! This is “If You Love Her” by Forest Blakk as I see it because of synesthesia!

Commissions | Patreon

#forest blakk #if you love her #art #my art #synesthesia

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flawless-imperfections · 1 year

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let your arms be a place she feels safe in

#vibe with me #if you love her #forest blakk #2022 #Spotify

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musicisinmyveins · 1 year

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The first time I heard "If You Love Her" by Forest Blakk, I felt it was written as a song to any man in my future from my ex.

Although our relationship had ended, we've had a friendship like none I've ever known to this day.

He was the man in my life who loved me, loves me still, like no one else ever has. He knew my thoughts, my body, my soul.

To this day, if I need anyone at anytime, he's there for me .

Although I think in one video, it's depicted as a song a father writes about his daughter, I recently came across a version that seemed to fit my situation far better.

This song is on my Playlist for no other reason than to remind me that I do deserve to be loved like this.

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#forest blakk #if you love her #my person #a song about how to love me #ex lovers #soulmate #music #my words #writing #my playlist #mimv:p6 #Youtube

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roycen · 1 year

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#Tokyo Tea Room #If You Love Her

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weazellysnapshots · 2 years

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If you love her, leave her wild

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#if you love her #leave her wild #wild child #badass #badass chick #leather jacket #harley davidson #harley motorcycles #harley davidson motorcycles #harley photography #live to ride ride to live #phillips 66 #classic #ruckus #live for adventure #to live not just survive

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chickensarentcheap · 2 years

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“On days when It feels like the whole World might cave in Stand side by side And you'll make it She's the best thing that you'll ever have She'll love you If you love her like that

Kiss her with passion As much as you can Run your hands through her hair Whenever she's sad And when she doesn't notice How pretty she is Tell her over and over So she never forgets

Take it If she gives you her heart Don't you break it Let your arms be a place She feels safe in She's the best thing that you'll ever have She'll love you If you love her.”

@tragiclyhip, @youflickedtooharddamnit, @secretaryunpaid and anyone else who reads my stuff :)

#Tyler and Esme series #Tyler Rake #Esme Rake #Chris Hemsworth #Rachel Bilson #If You Love Her

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liquidgirl13 · 1 year

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Tokyo Tea Room - "If You Love Her" on YouTube

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#tokyo tea room #if you love her #music #Youtube

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 2 years

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She loves love notes and babies and likes giving gifts; Has a hard time accepting a good compliment; She loves her whole family and all of her friends; So if you’re the one she lets in...

Kiss her with passion as much as you can; Run your hands through her hair whenever she’s sad; And when she doesn’t notice how pretty she is; Tell her over and over so she never forgets...

Take it; if she gives you her heart, don’t you break it. Let your arms be a place she feels safe in. She’s the best thing that you’ll ever have— She’ll love you, if you love her...

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in, Stand side by side and you’ll make it. She’s the best thing that you’ll ever have— She’ll love you, if you love her like that.

— Forest Blakk, If You Love Her

#wolfstar #if you love her #forest blakk #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #this is the song that plays at their wedding don't argue with me #(tumblr i fucking hate you)#(why can't i put images side by side anymore)#(this post basically brought me to tears to make because i was so frustrated and i still couldn't do what i wanted)#(your new post editor is a fucking nightmare and i hate it)#(i want the old one back and i want you to stop changing shit without any kind of warning)#(i emailed your tech support like three fucking weeks ago and haven't heard a damn fucking thing back)#(you're a fucking disgrace and a failure of a website and i hate using you)#(if there was a better platform for gay depressed nerds i'd be on there in an instant no question)#(fix your broken fucking shit)#(apologies to anyone here for my usual sunshiney positivity because today i'm fucking pissed)#have a nice day y'all #(not you tumblr you suck)

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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If You Love Her, Pt. 2 (Wilyssa) - Melyssa

[Now Playing: Wish You Were Sober by Conan Gray]

[...Trade drinks but you don't even know her

Save me til the party is over

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover

Real sweet but I wish you were sober…]

'You shouldn't be sleeping with someone when you're drunk'

Part of her she thinks, should be feeling rather hyprocritical for way her own words blared in her head like alarms, warning her that this was a very very bad idea.

However…

July Prompt Juice No. 16

"Ah no baby, don't ya worry, m having loads of fun here" Alyssa speaks into the mic, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice despite it echoing within the bathroom walls.

Normally, Alyssa didn't get stage-fright. For a star such as herself who was born to be onstage, stage fright was nothing but a legend to her.

What happened offstage was actual drama.

Alyssa was on her very first tour!

There was nothing but a door that separated her from the other queens. That's right. Just lounging outside were the one only Manila Luzon, Latrice Royal, Raja Gemini, Chad Michaels, and Michelle Visage, all of them chatting up with a fancy glass of alcohol in their hands.

...and Alyssa was hiding in the bathroom.

Well not hiding per se, they were waiting for the last queen to arrive, passing the time with a good old 'kiki' fest as they traded topics for conversation. Really, as much fun as Alyssa had in laughing with the other queens, she just needed one breathe, just on gasp of a moment to actually grasp the fact that she had just probably touched Raja's hand when she got her drink, or that Chad was actually conversing with her about a topic as simple as lipstick colors.

So if anyone noticed the sigh of relief that Alyssa breathed out when Marco called her…

...she didn't notice in her haste to get to the bathroom.

"I have to go now sweetie, class is about to start" her boyfriend's voice calls her back from her thoughts.

"Ah" Alyssa unintelligently replies. "Right...have fun darling."

"You too, in your show I mean" Marco chuckles, causing the corner of Alyssa's lips to turn up. "I heart you."

Alyssa smiles. "I heart you too baby".

And with that, she ends the call, back in the bathroom and alone with her thoughts. Alyssa exhales heavily, closing her eyes and trying to get her thoughts straight. Outside, she could hear Michelle cackling along with two other queens, sounding as if she didn't use to judge each every one of them, and sounding like much much fun company now that she doesn't. And Alyssa tells herself that she just needs another minute to compose her starstruck self.

"Well aren't you too a cute couple."

Whatever composure Alyssa had managed to form is shattered as an unknown voice startles her so much she might as well have jumped two feet into the air.

"Motherfucker-" Alyssa clutches her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly underneath it from the shock.

Alyssa whirls around, ready to tell off whoever was eavesdropping on her, words tethering on the tip of her tounge. "Bitch, why you have ta-"

Only to die at the sight of the most gorgeous blonde she's ever seen.

"My my my" The other person smirks "I didn't know you knew I was fond of dirty mouths."

"Oh my god." Alyssa gapes.

It was Willam Belli, in all her honor and boy clothes, watching Alyssa with an amused look to her eye. Meanwhile, Alyssa's own eyes were focused elsewhere- rather, on the love marks littered all over her neck, and the rumpled state of her clothes telling anyone exactly what Willam's been doing.

"Well I-" Alyssa flusters all over again not being able to stop staring.

Willam only chuckled at the younger queen. "Don't worry princess, I won't bite."

If possible, Alyssa could feel her neck heat up further at the nickname, causing her to mumbles something incoherable under her breathe.

"What was that?" Willam leans across the bathroom doorframe.

"I said." Alyssa slowly turns her head to mert the actor's eyes "That I've never been called that before."

Something, flashes across Willam's eyes for a millisecond. It was so fast that Alyssa chaclked it up to shock or maybe amusement as Willam's grin begins to widen.

"Are you sure?" Willam raises a brow. "Cuz I'm pretty sure your boyfriend has to have called you princess at least once."

Alyssa chuckles softly "We're all men under these wigs, Marco much prefers darling, or even sweetie."

"I guess." Willam shrugs her shoulders and makes her way beside her.

Alyssa doesn't know if she's forcing herself not to stare because of Willam's very inappropriate form…or because of Willam's very form itself.

"I'm Alyssa" she blurts out instead.

Willam's smile grows "Alyssa Edwards, I know you"

"You probably have a television then"

Fuck.

That flash goes through Willam's eyes again and Alyssa thinks that it might acatually be a bad thing before the blonde just suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter.

"Y-yeah" Willam continues to gasp for breathe. "And it seems so do you."

Alyssa can't help the way she ends up smiling. "I do just to ya know."

Willam takes another heavy breathe as she wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, using the same hand to reach out to her.

"Well Ms. Edwards." Willam smirks "You can call me Willam…unless of course you prefer to call me princess as well?"

"Don't flatter yourself, you're more of a darling." Alyssa laughs as she reaches for the hand and squeezes it tight.

Suddenly, she notices that the air of panic she had a while ago disappeared, replacing it was a refreshing gulp of breathe from this well-known stranger.

"Well princess" Willaim pulmsher towards the door "Time to go to your first tour don't you think?"

"Yeah" Although it was implied she would, Alyssa felt something in her rise that day that told her that she was going to be okay putting her trust into this blonde's hands.

\\V//

"The number three is a very funny number don't ya think?" Alyssa giggles as she takes a sip out of her rep cup.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah" Alyssa sighs as she began to stroke his arm with her finger. The guy smirks, a very sharp and pearly white smirk and Alyssa can't help but think to herself that maybe guy number three was the hottest one she's gotten this night.

"Very funny" she breathes before leaning up for a kiss.

It's been three hours since she's seen Willam.

Three hours and the blonde hasn't resurfaced in any corner of the still-crowded room. Not like Alyssa noticed of course…not this time atleast.

"Hey Ms. Edwards" guy number three cups her cheek "Going home with anyone tonight?"

"Uuhhmm" Alyssa hums in thought. In doing so, she raises and sips the last of the alcohol in what's definitely not cup number three.

"I don't really know honey" Alyssa's smirk grows "Why you asking?"

"Cuz I'm not" Guy number three winks. It's charming, it's hot and guy number three is definitely the most handsome man she's encountered tonight. But…

"Sorry darling" Alyssa sighs as she stumbles away from his arms "But I have a problem with your eyes."

He squints "My eyes? I've been told I have lovely eyes"

'He does' a voice in the back of her mind whispers. But another voice can't help but interject yet again, forcing Alyssa to stare at his gleaming eyes.

His gleaming blue orbs.

"Imma get another drink." Alyssa hiccups and turns away from him. She sees his crestfallen face just for a second and she thinks, 'What a shame.'

Alyssa was…wasted.

It's been three hours since she's ditched Bianca and she's already been in three pair of arms since.

"Three men in three hours" Alyssa giggles, the idea so funny in her drunken brain despite the fact that the voice in her head has been telling her that she was going to regret this in the morning.

She tells that voice to fuck off.

Mortified? Alyssa was invigorated! Her feet has never felt lighter in heels and she's never felt more alive. The music was pumping, everyone's dancing and Alyssa never knew why she gave this all up.

'Why did I stop doing this again?' She wonders to herself as she approaches the bar.

"Doing what again?" A voice speaks beside her.

Surprised, Alyssa spins around and almost tumbles down if not for the pair of arms that catches her.

She groans, her head and stomach definitely not liking to sudden movement and reaches up to grab the shirt of her catcher who's chuckle grabs Alyssa's attention.

Guy number four.

"Doing who?" The guy is definitely attractive, so attractive that Alyssa can't help how rough the supposedly smooth response came out.

"Hmm" Thankfully, guy number four was smoother.

"How about you?" He smirks.

"How about not"

An awfully pissed voice catches their attention causing both of them turn their heads to its source. There, stood a certainly very pissed-looking Shangela whose ruffled up appearance could be mistaken for many things.

"Trust me mama, I aint the one who looks busted this time" Shangela hisses as she snatches Alyssa away from guy number four.

"Hey!-"

She doesn't even get a chance to look over at guy number four because in four seconds, her drag daughter had already successfully dragged her back into the crowd and to the back of the back of the room where she shoves her into the seat.

"Stay!" Shangela hisses harshly into her ear. "I'll be back for you mama and your ass still better be here when I come back."

Alyssa wanted to yell, scold Shangela for making her look rude in front of guy number four for dragging her off like that without a goodbye. 'Where's your Southern hospitality' she wanted to yell but was keep from doing so by a firm hand keeping her on the sofa.

"I'll look after her." The voice says "Go find Willam"

Willam.

Alyssa's head perks up at the name. Willam…

"Holy shit!" Alyssa gasps as she remembers.

"What's wrong?" The voice asks again, this time sounding a little alarmed.

"Willam-" Alyssa tries to squirm against the hand "Gotta gotta tell her-"

"Tell her what?" The voice sounds curious despite her arms tightening around her.

"Gotta tell her-" Alyssa giggles "i gotta, gotta-"

"Okay slow down Alyssa." The voice sighs. "Why don't you sleep?"

As if the word 'sleep' was a magic word, a yawn pulls itself out of her as Alyssa gives up struggling against the other person and instead just leans on them. Suddenly, Alyssa is hit with a wave of fatigue, the party and the alcohol in her system now trying to pulm her under.

"O-okay" Alyssa yawns as she settles down, already feeling the darkness pulling her.

"T-tell Willam-"

"Yeah?"

"That-that" Alyssa yawns "That we broke up"

And the last sound Alyssa hears before she fully succumbs to sleep was the noise of shock and confusion from her pillow.

\\V//

Alyssa was dreaming.

That part she knew. If it wasn't for the pink flamingo she could see standing from the corner of her eye, it was Willam, who was sitting in front of her, dressed up in a yellow jacket Alyssa was sure she broke in a concert.

…five months ago.

She looks around and sees that they're in the make-up room in Boston. It's funny how distinctly familiar the scene was.

"Do you remember how we first met?" Willam asks and the words were definitely very familiar now.

"Yeah of course" Alyssa responds immediately, now remembering what exact moment this was. "We were in the bathroom, and I was calling Marco."

Willam stays silent, pulling off the lash on her left eye. Alyssa looks towards her mirror only to find her reflection frowning. Willam doesn't say anything, didn't say anything and Alyssa remembers for being confused for her silence.

She waits, because if she's correct, Willam left it at that and asked her to come to McDonalds with her.

She was wrong.

Now definitely not part of the memory, Willam whirls towards her with a smile.

"You're head doesn't seem to be quit right yet princess" Willam chuckles. "Looks like I'll have to show you."

"Show me?!" Alyssa blinks in confusion. "Girl how-"

She her what?

"Room 136" Willam only keeps speaking, smile growing into her favourite smirk.

"I'll be waiting" the blonde sends her a wink "Princess"

Alyssa's eyes flutter open.

She was met by the harsh white light of the ceiling rather than the various red, blue and green lasers of the club. For a split moment, Alyssa thought she had drank so much, she landed herself at the hospital. She instinctly clenches her eyes tight, awaiting the splitting headache that usually met her after a night of heavy drinking…

It didn't come.

Rather, Alyssa was pleasantly surprised to still feel a electric type of buzz still going through her veins.

Not yet sober then.

Slowly, she opens her eyes again and finds that the white light was actually coming from a fancy chandelier.

'We must be back in the hotel lobby' her dunk mind realises after a minute of staring. Her cheek was mushed on something really soft and really, really comforting. Alyssa finds herself closing her eyes again as she nuzzles deeper into the comforting object, the buzz in her brain asking her to go to sleep.

'Okay' she yawns to herself as she begins to succumb yet again to the darkness.

Only for her to startle from a round of loud laughter.

Alyssa bolts up, confused and shocked one second and frustrated the next. She wanted to sleep damnit!

But the other queens were loudly conversing there, or atleast she thinks they were. If she squints a bit, she was certain that the blob of pink from the corner of her eye was Laganja's wig…or Latrices'.

"Does Latrice like pink hair?" Alyssa wonders aloud to herself as she pushes herself up with a huff. Nobody notices her, and Alyssa doesn't really notice if they did because immediately, her eyes catch a red blob on the table next to her.

"Oohh" she pops her tounge in satisfaction as she realizes it was a red cup from the party…and it was still full.

She hops off the couch, and by some miracle, the queens in front her still don't notice her as she makes her way towards it and grabs it.

"Ahhh" Alyssa gulps in satisfaction as the alcohol rushes back down her throat.

"Alyssa?"

Alyssa almost drops the cup as she whirls around and almost tumbles off her heels to face a yellow blob behind her.

"Woah-" the yellow blob tries to catch her but Alyssa manages to latch unto the edge of the table instead.

"M real good dar-darling *hic*" Alyssa hears herself say and then giggle.

"Mhhmm" responds the yellow blob. "Do you need help getting to your room?"

"Nah" Alyssa immediately declines. "M all good darling"

"Okay" Alyssa turns away from the yellow blob. "It's room number-"

Alyssa enters the left corridor.

The Texan has definitely underestimated how drunk she was, and that last red cup was definitely not helping. The corridor spun in circles, twisting in front of her in an odd game of rind around the rosies.

"Oh no you don't" Alyssa stares defiantly at her new battlefield. She wasn't going down easily.

Determined to reach her bed, Alyssa stumbles and trips her way along the corridor running hand along the wall for support, trying to make do with the numberings on the hotel doors.

It takes her a while, but Alyssa eventually remembers…she doesn't remember what her room number was.

"Well fuck *hic* me" Alyssa curses herself, clenching the red cup in frustratrd revenge.

Where the fuck was she?

She looks at the door she was currently leaning against and stares. Little by little, the golden oval cleared, so that the jumbled shapes there cleared enough to become numbers.

"1…2 no 3" Alyssa squints harder "13…132!"

Alyssa smirks in triumph then frowns a second later.

"This aint my room" she murmurs to herself.

"How do you know it isn't your room?" The voice asks her

"I just know" Alyssa hiccups. "There's this..this feeling."

"A feeling" she talks kore to herself, trying to explain to the voic what that feeling was.

"Aha!" She yells happily as she pauses three dors later. Something clicked in her as she pressed the handle. This…this was her room.

"M sure of this one" She murmurs to herself as she grabs the handle, and twists it exepecting for the door to fly open.

…it was locked.

"What the?" Alyssa's frown deepen as she jingles it. Why wont it open?

"I guess you got the wrong door." The voice chuckles behind her.

Alyssa sneers, starting to get annoyed at her own mind. She jingles again, starting to think of ways to yell at the voice, only to startle as two arms wrap around her.

"Do you need help Princess?" The voice- a husky whiskey-scented voice, whispered on her ear.

"I-" Alyssa shivers despite the warm breathe hitting her neck.

Princess?

There was only one person who called her that…

"Wi-Willam?" Alyssa gulps as lips begin to nibble on her ear.

Willam hums in approval, only to chuckle again as she feels Alyssa release a shaky sigh.

"You seem to have gotten the wrong room." Willam mumbles as she moves lower to pepper kisses on her neck.

Alyssa is frozen, her already spinning head spinning faster as she feels hands wrap themselves around her waist. Blinking in confusion, she looks towards the door to check what room she was in.

Room 136.

"This-this room" Alyssa stammers.

"That's my room Princess" Willam chuckles again, the vibrations causing a weird noise to bubble behind her neck.

Suddenly the air-conditioned hotel felt hot. The corridor was heating up and Alyssa was burning!

She hears rather than feel herself release a quiet moan as Willam grips her tighter. She was holding her so tightly and yet so gently, Alyssa was starting to feel her heart rate pick up drastically. She places her fist on the door to steady herself, knowing she might sink into a heal on the floor if it wasn't for the arms that were wrapping around her.

The arms that haven't been the first ones, or even the third ones she had ended up in tonight, but the ones she's been craving to be in for years.

It feels warm, it feels safe and it feels so right that Alyssa…

Alyssa felt cold.

A questioning whine quickly pulls itself out of her as the arms disappear, taking with them the feeling of warmth and safety. She whirls around to yell at Willam, only to sigh in relief as they come back to rest on her hips anyway.

"Alyssa" She hears Willam's voice call her. "Princess look at me."

Willam's dark brown orbs come into focus right infront of her eyes, bright and gleaming under the bright hotel lights.

"I like your eyes" Alyssa blurts out. "Have al-always liked em"

"Yeah?" Willam snorts in amusement.

"Yeah" Alyssa agrees. Alyssa had always found comfort in those eyes who constantly swirled in a variety of emotions everytime she saw her. It was almost like a warm cup of chocolate if so.

"I like chocolate too" Willam responds yet again. The words confused her, but Alyssa doesn't have the chance to ask about it before Willam was speaking again.

"Let's get you back to your room now huh?" She pushes her forward. Amd Alyssa, Alyssa shakes her head.

"No?"

"No" Alyssa whines as she grips the hands holding her as if they were going to release her. She didn't want that. No, she wanted to be in them forever, or maybe even tonight.

Even if its just for tonight.

"No" she whispers yet again as she tips her head up, not really knowing for what she was asking but has Willam answering anyway.

"Are you sure?"

And well…

'You shouldn't be sleeping with someone when you're drunk'

Part of her she thinks, should be feeling rather hyprocritical for way her own words blared in her head like alarms, warning her that this was a very very bad idea.

However…

Alyssa's thoughts silence all together as she throws her arms over Willam's neck and crash her lips against hers. The other queen is only shocked for a second, her noise of shock quickly turning to a growl of approval as she moves a hand to cup Alyssa's cheek to kiss her at a better angle.

Alyssa whimpers as the scent of whiskey and Willam's cologne traps them in their own bubble of pure desire and something heavier.

The last thing Alyssa will remember that night will be the feeling of a hand reaching towards her zipper and the sound of a door clicking open.

[Up Next: Walkashame by Meghan Trainor]

#rpdr fanfiction #alyssa edwards #willam belli #alyssa x willam #canon compliant #rare pair #implied smut #july juice #if you love her #melyssa

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