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certified-anakinfucker · 2 years

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HIII FOR OMURA PLS

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

🍑: What sort of traits does your OC look for in a Significant Other?

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

CLAWS MY WAY UP FROM HELL ITSELF I GET TO OMURAPOST EVEN MORE???? and finally back on my laptop can i get a hohyeah?

putting this under the cut bc it got so long oh my god leo ilysm

🍉: Omura has a beskar pendant in the shape of a mythosaur skull that its mother, Usokya'Varhis Vane, placed in its carrier. For years it was used as a teething toy, then pounce practice, and now as a focusing element for prayer. There's a custom headpiece that @calamity-aims' Rishh made for Omura as well, adorned with crystals from Mandalore's underground cave systems, centered around the kyber crystals Omura found from the same systems - although this piece is typically saved for ceremonies or when it has to attend a formal High Council meeting later on in its 30s-40s.

🍍: Usually in a created nest, and surrounded by any number of loved ones. Mace Windu (dad <3), Kit Fisto (dad <3), Dara Idella (@spacerocksarethebestrocks, gender neutral mom and ultimate. yes <3), Agen Kolar (dad <3), Cin Drallig + Serra Keto + Bene McCallum (Kiwigiiii), baby sister Losnook, Bastra (you! Leo!!), Altair (@dilf-archivist the one i would actually heave oceans for), its partners in crime Zeyil and Tan, literally any of its partners - Latil (@penguinkiwi the most beloved), Anakin (mine <3), Sirajaat Tott, Jess (@chiafett my adored), Chomp (@keys-to-the-stars the realest) Kimni Tadodena (shared w/ Leo), Zarthi.. any of its plethora of children both adopted and born, Rishh (Cal's!) just for the fact that she is such a beloved friend... even if you're just in proximity and it's time for Omura to flop.

🍑: That's a hilarious question, since its partners are all have a very wide array of personalities - the polycule web stretches far and wide, with love for every single one of them. Omura couldn't even begin to tell you its real type besides "you are good to me, you love me, you are genuine, and I will put the same love in with you", to sum it up into words? Omura fell in love with Anakin the same as it fell in love with Latil, and the same as it fell in love with Kimni and Sirajaat and Chomp and Zarthi and Jess. All of them bring different things to the table. // Anakin is like, this certain sense of intimacy and trust. // Latil is like the calm and the quiet that settles right after the sun sets and the moon rises. // Kimni is like a rush of overwhelming devotion, but not in the intoxicating sense - more like waking up for the first time to something you adore. // Sirajaat was the first time Omura learned to open its eyes and see beyond what it knew, see beyond fear of the unknown when it came to knowing someone else. But also finding something that was much closer to home and comfort than it even realized. // Zarthi was the love of taking it slow, taking someone in and finding something natural. // Jess was the first time Omura was able to reach out to a Force sect outside of its heritage (Jedi, Mandalorian, Togrutan) and learn more, while connecting with someone in the process. // Chomp was the most happenstance thing to ever happen and it blossomed into a love so fucking true that Omura was genuinely surprised that it was mutual, and wasted no time in ensuring that it felt the exact same. If there is love, and the love is real and mutual and trustworthy, then Omura will nurture it.

🍆: Omura is a very physically affectionate person, and honestly always has been. It's preferred to show its love and care by pressing close to others (if wanted) and purring to comfort them, gently "grooming" them or asking if they want to talk about what happened to upset them. Or just being a quiet pillar to lean on for a moment. Omura likes to bite and kiss and hug and hold (and lick, depending on who you are) when playful. Very much just!! Being present, reminding the other that it's there with them, rubbing cheeks or chinning against them, man I just think Omura really really likes holding people. A good small-space heater for the chilly, a good bed for littles to lay on, MAN!!!

🍰: Betrayal and/or being lied to. Cough cough. O66 AU. Omura was willing to kill all those it loved just to keep Anakin closeby, following him into Darkness and becoming his Grand Inquisitor, just for it to find out that Anakin lied. And boy did Omura fucking LOSE IT. Imagine that the Living Force, corrupted and twisted into a walking amalgamation of death and decay that siphons off life just by walking past someone .. who has taken great care to not physically touch you because it knows it will kill you .. has suddenly turned its cosmic eye to you and is in the process of tearing a wall of solid durasteel apart out of sheer incomprehensible rage. Because you lied. And you killed its loved ones.

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furrina · 2 years

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Rate this transformation 1-10 Casa Lohr: Restoration of a colonial house in the center of #Mérida, Mexico by 20Diezz @veintediezz & Artesano Estudio de Arquitectura e Interiores @artesano_mx Photography: Manolo R. Solis @manolorsolis_fotografia. Artesano Estudio de Arquitectura e Interiores: When it comes to the restoration of Colonial houses in Merida, one is always immersed in an atmosphere of calm and mystery that surrounds the ancient constructions of the city, thick walls and small windows generate cozy environments that invite rest and intimacy, as happens in Casa Lohr and its old halls. This sense of mystery and calm is meant to be the luxury that the property offers. Neutral and earthy tones; and natural textures are the protagonists that give a new life to this house @designstudio_mag #mexico #yucatan A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #designstudiomag #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎ (presso México) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjgmOKLNedE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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existentialmagazine · 3 months

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Review: Each Confide’s new single ‘You & I’ offers lighthearted, dance-along electronic sound merged with a message of fighting internal battles

Since their formation, Glasgow’s synth and dreampop duo Each Confide have only gone from strength to strength, selling out headline shows and finding their tracks resonating far and wide across the globe. Backed up with regular radio features on BBC Radio Scotland, Each Confide spent 16 weeks at Number 1 on Amazing Radio's US Charts while still being relatively new to the scene. That’s not to say it wasn’t well deserved though, as this pair now take on 2024 ready to build up their fanbase and continue the momentum their prior releases had stirred up.

Their newest single ‘You & I’ is likely to be that defining anthem for the two-piece, a blend that embodies both serious emotion while smothered in energy and beats that keep you on your toes. With a vibrant, looping electric guitar riff ringing out from the get-go, things are light and easy on the ears before you’ve even delved deeper. Quick-paced beats and whirring backing synth also make an appearance, complemented by backing vocal ‘ooh’s that all-together set up an introduction that’s fun, colourful and still paired-back enough that an intimate narrative isn’t off the cards.

The verse continues this glowing set-up, with electronically smothered vocals taking centre stage as they retell an internal conflict, battling with oneself during a time of personal crisis. Though you’d never have expected such meaning from the jump, it slots right into the fast moving sound and dance-along spirits, encouraging complete openness while you shake off the negativity that’s looped through your mind one too many times. The intimacy also manages to hold back on feeling all too raw, intentionally limited by the vocal effects that keep up a guard while still delivering thoughts often shared only to pen and paper, taking their audience through an all-too relatable journey of pain that they can only quite share when it’s in a less emotional capacity.

Through the opening admission, the pair instantly capture an audience that have found themselves in a similar position, working through the nuances of mental health behind closed doors: ‘I’ve been desperate to find myself some normality, there’s a war in my mind.’ Yearning for that sense of ‘normal’ once again, the words are distant and far from it, wistful and wondering what they’ve lost as to stray so far from simple pleasures in the everyday. The internal ‘war’ is just as telling, an all-too-common reference for those dealing with their thoughts as they seek to find something tangible to relate it to, with nothing quite comparing to the pain or the experience of mental illness. Continuing with the pre-chorus spilling of back and forth, Each Confide sing: 'nowhere to go, your mind’s in trouble… no need to lie, you’re in denial’. Through self-awareness they find themselves even further astray, acknowledging their weaknesses and yet incapable of making change, trapped within a constant loop of disdain. So much of it yearns for change, for help and guidance, pleading ‘sound the alarm, next stop this catastrophe’ , but sometimes so much cannot be done alone.

If you’ve ever hoped for a track that on the surface is an anthem worth dancing, singing and having a great time to, while below there’s so much more to be said and heard, then ‘You & I’ is the perfect tune for you. It’s relatable, filled with hope, determination and moments of solitude and defeat too, the realest depiction of the mental conversations a lot of us often face in our hardest times. Give it a listen here so you don’t miss out.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

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// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

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danielxricciardo · 3 years

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Cheater III

Summary: You found out Max cheated on you part 3.

Warnings: angst and fluff by the end

Word count: 2.5k

Part 1 and Part 2

Cheating in a relationship is the saddest thing. It can kill the personality from the inside. Bring changes a lot mentally. These situations turn into you to be good or bad. Some may be helpful to be stronger.

It feels bad when our loved one cheated, cause we are well connected to our partners. We had a lot of plans for that person to spend a most valuable time of ours. When it isn't going to happen then it feels unsuccessful or bad. Expecting something from another person is common in humans. When it turns down we feel such pain, like stabbing with words, The words have the power to kill or to give life to the opponent's mind. The reason why people say 'think before you talk'.

True love doesn't involve multiple people... You knew that.

When you are in love with someone, you don't cheat and you're not talking about just finding others attractive. You just don't desire to be sexually intimate with other people when you are truly "in love" with one person. You're not talking about caring for someone or loving in general.

You're talking about the head over heels, you're soulmates, the stars have aligned and nobody else has what you have, a type of love that consumes your whole being and makes you want to give that person the world. And that includes giving them the greatest physical pleasure that they can possibly experience. Cheating takes that away from you and that is why it hurts.

The person you are in love with and desire, who you thought felt the same way is revealing to you that intimacy with you is meaningless when you thought it was special. They do not desire you in the same way that you desire them. They are not "in love" with you in the way that you thought. All of your love is in vain.

“Why do we feel bad, even horrible, when our partner cheats on us?"

A trust, expectation, a promise was broken. This type of violation hits you closer to the heart because you have let that person through all your external defenses. Because you fear the loneliness that you are going to face. Nobody wants to end alone. When you put in so much for your relationship, you want it to last. But when your partner cheats you think that you would end alone, gradually realize this happens and life doesn't end here and someone else is going to come into your life.

Why do guys cheat on girls?

Both men and women cheat. In some cases, the reasons are simple: humans are animals with sex drives. We are biologically programmed to "spread our seeds." We have other instincts, such as loyalty, honesty, and guilt feelings. Those drives duke it out with lust in our brains. Sometimes, lust wins. It's more complicated than that because we tend to associate sex with so many other things: youth, freedom, adventure, personal attractiveness, you name it.

You know people make all sorts of excuses like, “I wasn’t happy in my relationship” or “I didn’t know what I was doing” or “I don’t find my partner attractive anymore” or “someone convinced me to do it.” You’ve heard these. But it’s funny to you.

A cheater can never have any excuse. They do not deserve to have that say after cheating on someone.

If you weren’t happy in the relationship, then why didn’t you break up first and had sex with someone else? Why didn’t you say that you needed a break and then had sex? Also, how can someone even convince you to cheat on your partner? It’s nonsense.

Some people will even go as far as to say that the other person made them feel loved, so they got swayed away. If you are not feeling loved by your partner and someone else is doing that job, then aren’t you supposed to figure out your feelings first, maybe break up with your partner and then be with someone else? That’s common sense.

Nobody deserves to be cheated on. The blame is ALWAYS on the cheater. Nowadays people even try to justify cheaters. It’s insane. To you, all the answers to “why” are simply just excuses trying to justify their unacceptable behavior. You know, how they always say that a person who cheats once will cheat again.

Since you found out that Max cheated on you and until this moment, so many months have passed that you have the impression that you have started to heal. You were with a man who made you feel fulfilled, happy, and loved. There were days in a row when you didn't think about Max, but even when you thought, you had in mind only the beautiful moments. Like when, for your first date, he rented your entire favorite restaurant and he cooked for both of you, even though he didn't know how to cook more than just one egg. Or when you first visited him at a Grand Prix for the first time and he won and came to you and kissed you in front of all the cameras, telling everyone that you are his lucky talisman. Or, your favorite memory, when you were at his house after you met his family and heard him talking to his father about you. Sure, you didn't understand a word they said, but Victoria translated to you what was most important about that conversation: Max loves you so much and if he doesn't get to marry you, he'll never marry anyone else.

As dear as your last memory may be, it is also painful because it is like a slap in the face to the fact that there was a time in your life when you were in love and now you were no longer together.

When you told your family that you started seeing another man, more than 6 months after you and Max broke up, your mother asked you how you could get into a relationship so quickly. relationship.

To be honest, you weren't ready yet. You were damn scared but Stephen, your boyfriend now, went after you a lot and you decided that if you don't give him a chance now it will be many years before you think about going on a date with someone else. You knew it wasn't going to be a long relationship. You didn't have much in common with Stephen, but he was a good, sweet boy, and you needed someone who wouldn't make you hate all the men in the world.

"Look, I'm not saying you didn't go through something traumatic, but it's been almost a year since then and I think it's time to come and show everyone that you're not afraid of anyone or anything," says Anthony who called you on facetime one Sunday night after the race.

"But I'm afraid."

"Just shut up, no one needs to know. You just come here, you smile, you laugh, you act friendly with everyone and you're going to look like you're better of without him."

You sigh and get out of bed, and go to the kitchen to get a pill for your headache.

"But he will be there..."

"Okay, so? Who cares about him? I'll always be by your side, I promise he won't talk to you."

"Can I come with Stephen?"

"You know I can't stand him, Y/N. Take him with you to the next Grand Prix, I don't feel like seeing him now, okay?"

"I'll think about it."

You have decided, however, to go to the last Grand Prix of the season, in Abu Dhabi. No one but Anthony knew you were coming to the race.

You forgot what a busy atmosphere it was on Sunday. However, everyone who saw you came to you to talk a little and to tell you that you missed them. You smiled and answered that you missed them as well.

The road to Red Bull Racing was long and short at the same time.

"Do my eyes see well? Y/F/N Y/L/N!" says Christian Horner, who comes to you and hugs you.

You first see Sergio Perez who waves at you, happy to see you, then you see Max who comes from somewhere in the back. Had he just heard your name?

"Hey, guys! I'm so glad to see you again. I missed you all."

"And we missed you, Y/N!" Christian answers on behalf of all Red Bull Racing employees. "Welcome home."

You giggle.

"Thank you."

In less than 10 minutes since you got there, Anthony broke his promise. He promised not to leave you alone so that Max could not come and talk to you.

"Hey," Max says softly, coming behind you.

You shivered at his voice, a voice you've dreamed of every night since you broke up. You turn to him and analyze his facial features. He was the way you remembered him, maybe even more handsome.

You look left and right for Anthony but you can't see him.

"Hey." You answer Max and your heart starts beating much harder.

"I'm so glad to see you... I missed you."

The desire to take him in your arms and kiss him was so strong that you felt dizzy. You couldn't focus on anything, not even a few words to say.

"Do you think that we... We could see each other after the race to... Talk?" he asks, moving his weight from one foot to the other.

"Okay," you say and regret it the next second.

"How stupid am I for wanting to get back together with Max after he cheated on me?" you asked Anthony.

"First of all, you're not stupid for wanting to get back with your boyfriend. Relationships are the most real things anyone can experience. We're growing while we're together. As we grow, we also go through many different behaviors in life. Behavior does not make that person. Behaviors come and go as we grow into who we are. No one is perfect. You cannot name one person you know to be 100% perfect, right?" you shake your head and he continues. "We all grow organically, and the best thing about being in a relationship is that you get to watch each other grow. You get to experience the person you care about to develop. Relationships are like walking through a door that you don't know what's on the other side. But you go through the door without any fear, doubt, or unbelief. Relationships are the livest-realest- life experience. He is a man. A man can only love once or twice. Just because Max has sex with a woman, doesn't mean he loves her. He just wanted to get his rocks off for a moment. When it is all said and done, he loves you. It may sound strange but just think of all the men you knew. Think about all the relationships you knew about. Think those who have been together for years on out. So, no you're not stupid for wanting to embrace your boyfriend's "only temporary behavior". You're smart for wanting to have the courage to walk through the next door. You're smart for being optimistic and knowing that things will get better with time. You realize the importance of maintaining a companion."

You blink several times.

"Why do I feel like you've practiced this speech in front of the mirror several times?"

He laughs and runs his arm over your shoulder.

"Maybe because that's what I did?"

You laugh and you hug him.

"Thank you for being my friend. So you're saying I should give Max another chance?"

"You don't have to give him a chance if you don't want to. But listen to your heart. Don't just do it because I'm saying so because you might regret it and you'll blame me. If you want to give him another chance, just do it. He's not the kind of man to cheat. I don't know what was on his mind when he did it with Kelly. But something tells me he regrets what he did and he will never cheat again."

"Hey, can we talk now?"

"Sure. Congrats on the win!"

"Yeah, thanks."

You both went to his room to talk. You were scared and your palms were sweating. You didn't want to start the conversation because you had different scenarios in mind, all different, depending on what Max would tell you the first time. You swallowed hard when you entered his room. The last time you were there, you two broke up.

“I’m truly sorry for hurting you.” he started saying after he closed the door behind you. "I care for you more than anything. I’m deeply sorry for hurting you… Hurting you is the most painful thing I have ever done. With a bruised heart and a deflated ego, with a sad soul and a head hung low, I apologize to you. An apology is nothing to what I’ve done; but still, I know you have a forgiving and understanding heart and won’t let resentment destroy our love. I have shown you what an idiot I can be by making that mistake. Now it is your turn to show me what a darling you can be by giving your anger a break. Without you I feel lonely, I never want to lose you in my life. I am sorry and I’ll work hard on changing my behavior. I know that I caused you a lot of pain. Whatever happens, remember that I am the guy, who will always be there for you in good and bad times. I know you’re angry now, but I want you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry for hurting you. I am ready to make amends. If I could, I would have wiped your memories about all the terrible things that I have caused you, but all I can do is to promise you that I’ll create only happy memories for you. I hope when you feel ready you can forgive me."

His words took you by surprise. You knew he would try to apologize, but in your mind, you weren't crying. You knew before you came to the room with him that you would forgive him.

"I forgive you. To be honest, I think I forgave you before we broke up but my ego was hurt and I couldn't forgive you so quickly. What you did was horrible and I hated you for so many months for making me feel so small and insignificant. But I love you. And I want to give ourselves another chance."

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Kismet {12}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Dialogue Heavy

Words: 4.2k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

Note: How are you guys liking the pacing of this story? I think this might be my slowest burn of all. 😬😬

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As always, thank you so much for reading. ❤️❤️

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When one thinks of a vacation, you think of beaches, sand, salty ocean water that you can see right through, a blazing sun that is a joy to be burned by, tropical drinks, lounging by the pool in a hammock with an endless supply of bathing suits. When one thinks of the quintessential French vacation, you could think of waking up the smell of flowers from the countryside and the ocean salt, the warm caress of the sun as you sip your French coffee, lounging on the beaches, touring the countryside by day, feasting on the best authentic French cuisine, sipping the best of wine country offered all the while soaking up culture and relaxation. In other words, live like the French.

Your vacation, though it started awkwardly, didn’t remain that way for too long. You and Henry had made it a mission to take relaxation and freedom to the max and, by doing so, you had created somewhat of a routine. Usually, either you or Henry would make breakfast and coffee then have it outside. After breakfast, you’d both lounge by the pool for an hour or two. That was before you found out he liked to work out first thing in the morning. Though you weren’t much for working out, you vowed to do it with him. which led to you having your coffee and then out for a run through the fields. He often went four miles out then four miles back, but when he realized you were not a runner, he cut it down to two and two. Even that was torture for you.

Then once you’d returned and showered, whoever came out first would make a simple breakfast that you’d have out back and then to the pool. After you’d take a drive, often going miles and miles checking out neighboring towns seeing sights. On each day, Henry always had something planned. One day it was a tour of a vineyard where you learned all about the winemaking process, helped harvest grapes, and even did the traditional squishing grapes with your feet. That was the day Henry had the brilliant idea to play up your ticklishness, which led to you falling in the barrel staining your white shorts ensemble red. He laughed his ass off to that. By the time you left the vineyard, both of your outfits were ruined, but you had plenty of pictures and a crate of the wine you’d made.

Another day it was sailing around the Mediterranean in a boat that Henry manned himself. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he steered it like a pro and taught you the proper terms for things on the boat. When he’d found a good spot to drop anchor close to some rocks, you lounged on the hull soaking up the sun, then taking a dunk in the ocean when the heat became too much where you snorkeled around the reef. On a particular day, he took out a speedboat to St. Tropez for shopping and spa treatments that really had your entire body feeling like jello.

While he liked to spoil you with luxurious options, he also liked the rugged things too. He taught you how to fish and took you on multiple nature walks. While you enjoyed nature, you realized you didn’t like it as much as he did. According to him, he would choose to be out in nature as often as he possibly could. You were slowly beginning to enjoy it as much as he did. A few times, you took him to a club where you saw firsthand that he was a real party boy in another life. You liked the club nights because it showed you a whole other side of him. The side that was carefree, able to cut loose and not take himself seriously. It was a side you made a silent vow to bring out as often as you could.

To round out the experience, he did as the French and took advantage of France’s natural romance. There were plenty of romantic dinners at romantic restaurants that overlooked the ocean or the cliffs or the city lights and even a few at romantic vineyards with the view of the rolling hills and a sunset. The romance was not something hard to find, and it wasn’t always in going out. You spent plenty of nights in the villa lounging together with candlelight in the room and a gentle breeze wafting through the opened doors while watching something on tv together. While it was awkward before, you were becoming more and more comfortable around him.

This comfort also helped you feel closer to him and though you teased each other often, said sly things to one another, and even flirted shamelessly, nothing else of significance had happened. Henry didn’t make any moves to kiss you or cuddle or even hug you, really. The most he’d done was hold your hand at the most sporadic moments, for the shortest amount of time. It made no sense, and it drove you crazy because you could feel the attraction between you in everything you did. You could sense the desire in the air was strong, but everything remained lukewarm.

Though your comfort level rose, your insomnia never subsided. When Henry had gone to bed, you often remained up just writing music, journaling, or making things with the pictures you’d taken throughout the day. Your sleepless or low sleep nights gave you the chance to either reformulate your plan or think about your progress. A lot of times, thinking about the progress had you thinking about him, and if you did that, it was only a matter of time before your mind drifted to your want for him.

It was funny to you that before him, you could push affection, intimacy, and sex to the side and act like they were not even actual things, and it never bothered you or had any effect. Since Henry, it was damn near impossible. You thought about his touch at every turn, about his lips more times than you could count, and imagined him between your thighs at least once every other day.

One night it had gotten so bad from remembering him swimming in the pool in slow motion. Everything he did was in slow-mo like he was posing for some men’s porn magazine. That was the night you had to please yourself to thoughts of his wet lips, memories of his voice, and body as it moved through the water and muscles as he hoisted himself up out of the water with it dripping off of every inch of him. that night, it was the quickest you’d ever come. You wondered if he was struggling the way you were, but throughout the days, you saw no evidence he was, and that made you more insecure than you’d ever felt in your life.

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-Nine Days Later-

The night was young—well, young for you. While Henry slept, you found yourself in the back yard with the breeze brushing against your bare skin. The glow of the moon beamed down on you, bathing you in its pearlescent illuminance, making you feel like a goddess of the night. It could have been the moon, the fact you were naked under it, or the 2nd bottle of wine you were on. It didn’t matter what it was; you felt good. The wine made your thoughts flow more freely, and where your thoughts went, your pen in your notebook mapped. You got your best writing done at three in the morning when you were naked and feeling wine-nice.

With your pen hooked on your bottom lip, you looked over the new lyrics you’d written for a song that Henry had inspired. The notebook was filled with at least ten more from the same muse. This song was the night’s second one. The first centered around your anxious thoughts about making the first move and how to do it in a way with little to no risk, and your worries of being in the friend zone the second was drastically different. This one focused on you admitting your attraction, the possibility you were falling for him, and your fear of him making you feel out of control. It was raw and real, the realest you’d been in a long time when it came to your feelings.

The words across the page were sensual and painted a clear picture of arousal and desire. As you hummed to yourself the way you imagined it flowing, you began replacing your hums with words. You quickly got lost in your process and zoomed through putting everything down on paper. Once your brain sparked off, it never stopped until it finished the mission.

“Aliya?”

You turned to the sound of Henry’s voice, forgetting your state of undress. Almost immediately, you gasped and grabbed the blanket holding it to your breasts.

“Shit.”

Henry was already turned away, his back facing you.

“Um--.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. God, I—shit.”

Henry snorted then slowly released a breath in a loud huff.

You rearranged the blanket then spoke, “You can turn around.”

Slowly and cautiously, Henry turned to you again. With your lips pressed together, you gave him your best apologetic face.

“I’m so sorry. I thought you were asleep. I didn’t think you’d come out here,” you explained.

Again, Henry snorted then chuckled to himself as he nodded his head. You were so embarrassed that you covered your face.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered one last time.

“No need for sorries,” Henry began trying not to make eye contact. “It’s um—it’s okay.”

The awkwardness had returned.

“I didn’t see anything. Don’t worry.”

You didn’t believe him one bit but pushed any remaining awkwardness deep down and fought through it.

“Don’t you sleep at all?”

“Not really. Remember, insomniac.”

“I know you said that, but usually insomniacs can manage something,” Henry said.

“Um, well, since I was diagnosed, I can on occasion get three or four hours tops.

“Wow. We’ve been sharing this house for a little over a week, and I didn’t know that much.”

You smiled and took another sip from your glass. “You’re off the hook, you actually sleep, and it’s great.”

“How long have you had it?”

“Since I was maybe eighteen,” you explained.

“So what do you do when you’re not sleeping?”

After finishing your glass, you moaned and leaned back in your chair. “Walk around, find a good spot to sit, write, sometimes go for a drive, online shop, work. Usually, it is mainly work,” you confessed.

Henry gave you a stern daddyish look. “Are you working now?”

You bit your bottom lip and scrunched your face. “Guilty but only sort of. I’m writing music. That’s not work for me. For me, it’s a component for my sanity.”

Henry nodded. “So you sit up all night naked writing music?”

The way he put it had you laughing out loud.

“Wow, pretty much. Fuck, when you sum it up like that, you make me sound like an insomniac exhibitionist.”

You laughed together for a few short moments. “Can’t they prescribe something?”

“They have, quite a few things actually. When I was eighteenish, I was on several sleeping pills. I was the guinea pig, and I must have tested at least twenty brands and formulas, but none of them seemed to work well with me. Of course, they had to monitor my intake to make sure I didn’t become addicted, but after a few years, I said, forget it let’s not try anything anymore. I just stopped taking the pills and sucked it up,” you clarified.

Henry looked impressed. “So you function on three hours of sleep?”

“Pretty much.”

He whistled then bowed his head. “Wow.”

“it’s not bad. Honestly, it might be a blessing in disguise. I get so much work done they wouldn’t believe.”

“You literally make money while others sleep,” Henry joked.

You softly snickered and nodded.

“Do they know why it started?”

He was asking all the right questions, you thought to yourself.

“Yeah, we know.” You really didn’t want to say anything else, and you had a mini internal fight. Groaning, you continued. “Trauma.”

You could feel his eyes on you, and you rearranged your things on the table and picked off invisible lint off the blanket, all in an effort to not look at him. Though you were physically naked, you felt emotionally so as well. Taking a risk, you glanced at him and held his gaze. He was unreadable.

“Here,” Henry said, holding out a spoon to you.

“A spoon? What’s this for?”

Henry smiled and took a step toward you. “Close your eyes.”

You scoffed and wrinkled your nose before you closed your eyes and waited. You didn’t hear anything and wondered what he was doing.

“Uh—hello? Henry, are you there?”

The sound of Henry clearing his throat told you he was in a different location that was somewhat closer.

“I’m here. Open.”

When you did, you looked around expecting something but not sure just what. When your eyes landed on the ice cream before you, you smiled.

“For your massive sweet tooth.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. He’d learned a few things about that sweet tooth over the last week. This was him being cute about it.

“This Is my favorite flavor and brand. You don’t play, huh.”

“Of course not. I pay attention.”

“Thank you.”

Henry nodded, then pulled another spoon from behind him. “Cheers?”

You knocked your spoon against his and said the same thing. Henry sat beside you while you opened the ice cream, then both of you dug in. the first spoonful had you moaning so loud it echoed around you.

“That good?”

“Mmmm, so good, better than sex,” you joked.

“Then I am sorry, Ms. Taylor, you are having sex with all the wrong ones.”

The spoon paused at your lips as you quirked your eyebrow at him. Henry wasn’t backing down, though. He held your gaze almost like he was challenging you. Damn, you thought before you looked away first.

“So you write all your own songs?”

Nodding, you put another spoonful of ice-cream in your mouth. “All by myself.”

“Impressive. I know artists try, but not a lot do it alone. There will usually be a few co-writers,” Henry added.

You were a little surprised he knew that. “You’re right. More and more try to get on it for the added profits that being a writer brings in. for me, I do it for far more selfish reasons.”

Henry quirked his brow, silently asking you why.

“I need an outlet, something to get everything in my head out. I’m up for twenty to twenty-one hours a day, and I have a lot going on in there. So, I need to be able to get that out to start fresh the next do, that means---I write.”

The way Henry’s eyes rested on you made you feel like he had so much to say, but he was holding back with doing so.

“It’s good to have an outlet.”

“What’s yours?”

His goofy smile made a return, and you couldn't help but smile back.

“Don’t judge me, okay, but it’s video games.”

You smiled and raised your hands. “No judgment here, ever.”

“I like video games, Warcraft, Witcher, Call Of Duty, HALO. Anything bloody, I’m there for it. I also use exercise a lot. I have to work out, have to.”

“Have to?”

Henry took another spoonful of ice cream and sighed out. He looked like he was thinking about something, and you gave him the time needed.

“Yeah, when I was a kid, I was heavy--,” he began sighing. “I was a fat kid, and it meant I got teased and bullied a lot. My nickname was fat, Cavill.”

“Oh no, that’s horrible.”

“Yeah, plus I was at private school. Let’s just say—it was hard, really hard. I had some dark times, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stick with me some even to this day.”

You bit your bottom lip, reached your hand out, and rested it on his knee. Your heart sank thinking about what he’d gone through. You knew how painful words could be, especially as a child. “I’m sorry. Kids can be such assholes.”

Henry snorted and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “They sure can.”

“Plus, I could tell working out is a joy for you. I’m not blind, and neither is the female population of the world and some of the male.”

Henry’s laugh was unexpected but welcomed all the same. You liked his laugh, and the more you heard it, the more it was becoming one of your favorite sounds.

“Seriously though, I’m sorry you went through that. I know it couldn’t have been easy to work through.”

He looked down at your hand that was still on his knee and nodded before he cleared his throat.

“You mentioned you’re close with your grandmother?”

Taking your hand back, you rearranged the blanket again and nodded. “I did. Yeah. She’s my mother’s mother, and she is—she’s my world.” With a soft smile on your lips, you quickly went through your fondest memories with her.

“I don’t think it’s healthy to depend on her as much as I do, but--.” You shrugged. “She helps me with so much, like being forgiving, being more open, being a better person in general. She gets me and doesn’t judge me or make me feel like something is wrong with me. In her eyes, I’m—Corrin, my middle name, and it’s great. All the pressure I constantly carry around is gone.”

Talking about how much your gramaw meant to you made you emotional, and the sting of tears in your eyes told you just how emotional you’d gotten.

“That’s great to have at least one person in your life that can do that for you. you’re lucky.”

“Yes, ha, she’s—uh, she’s the reason I’m here,” you confessed. Henry looked very interested to know what you meant.

“How so?”

“She uh, she just reminded me of a few things and pointed some other things out to me,” you said, giving him the CliffsNotes version. You could tell it wasn’t going to cut it, though, so you continued. “She pretty much made me think from a different perspective, the one that I was desperately trying to ignore.”

Henry still looked interested, but he nodded. “I have to thank her because I’m glad she changed your mind.”

You studied him for a little while as you put another spoonful into your mouth. “Are you?”

Henry didn’t look away or give way to any emotion on his face. He just nodded. “Yes. I’m glad you’re here.”

You didn’t see any indication that he was lying or stretching the truth. You did notice that the pull between you was still there. Henry was the first to look away this time, and the two of you continued to share the half-gallon container of ice cream while chatting. He told you more about his private school days and painted a clearer image of what he was like as a boy, and the image you got was absolute adorableness and tenacity.

By the time you both walked back inside, two hours had passed, and the beginning of the sunrise was peeking out behind the mountains. You stood in the long hall that separated your room from his clutching the sheet wrapped around you and your notebook.

“So, in the morning—or a few hours we’ll catch a flight out,” Henry confirmed.

“Still won’t tell me where to?”

Henry smiled, rubbed the back of his neck, and shook his head. “You don’t like surprises, do you? This is the fifth time you’re trying to pry it out of me.”

You pinched your lips then groaned. “No, no. It’s not that I don’t like surprises. I love surprises—well, good ones. I just like to know every detail. I like--.”

“Being in control,” Henry finished, hitting the nail right on the head. You knew it was the loss of control that was making you antsy.

You closed your eyes and slowly breathed out.

“Yes. I guess I might have a control problem.”

Henry looked very amused. “Might?”

The two of you laughed together, and you couldn’t believe the call out.

“Shut up.”

“It’s okay. I get it. I like control too, a whole lot, and I don’t usually like when control is taken from me, but I’ve gotten better with it. Now, I won’t die if my control is taken. Then—it felt like it.”

You nodded at yet another thing you had in common. It was becoming more than you could count on your fingers.

“Good for you, but I—I might die.”

Henry laughed again, this time not with you, at you.

“I’m going to make you a promise. By the end of this vacation, you will be better at giving me control,” Henry said, his voice so deep and commanding that your spine tingled. When the tingling traveled around to your gut and moved downward, you clutched the sheet tighter.

“Oh, will I?”

He smirked; it was a cocky one. “Yes, you will. I don’t break promises. Never have.”

Your eyes locked, and that tingling intensified, making your lady parts beg for some attention. He was downright captivating, and it was so hard staying on your side of the hall.

“All you have to know is that I won’t abuse my control. You can trust that. You can trust me.”

You almost made the yikes face hearing the T-word. You knew he remembered you saying that trust was a tricky thing for you, and you also knew this was probably a test. You were in between a rock and a hard place. After sighing out, you spoke.

“Okay.”

“But, you do have to say these five words, though,” Henry said with a smirk.

“What?”

“I—relinquish—control—to—you.”

With every word, his voice got deeper and deeper, his eyes more and more focused on you. It was so easy to get lost in them, and he must have known it.

“Uh—no. I can’t say that.”

“Sure you can. I know it’s not easy, but I promise you will not regret it.”

Your nose flared, heart raced, mouth went dry, all points of your anxiety. You hated feeling backed in a corner, and you hated giving away your control even more.

“Will you relinquish control to me?”

With a grin, he spoke, “I will.”

“When?”

“One day,” Henry said, that grin still on his face.

Of course he’d say that you thought. “How about, I will try,” you appeased.

“Nope. Not good enough. I want it all, Aliya.”

You groaned and ruffled your curls, still clutching the sheet with one hand. He was not going to let up.

“God, Henry.”

He didn’t say anything, just waited. He didn’t even look pressed like he was worried you’d say no. He looked confident, commanding, and in complete control, and it called to you. There had never been any other man who you’d ever thought about giving control to. None of them felt like him. He felt different.

“I,” Henry perked up but kept his eyes firmly on yours. another thing you loved about him. “Relinquish—control,” you paused again, feeling the full weight of the words you were going to release. You weren’t just saying that you were giving him control to make the decisions. You were giving him control, period. That was when the panic picked up. “Control to,” you rolled your eyes then hissed. “You.”

The silence stretched, but the longer it went on, the less anxious you felt. Yeah, there was some residual panic lingering, but the look in his eyes only comforted you.

“Thank you. I know how hard that was for you,” Henry softly said.

You looked down and took a shaky breath. “You have no idea.” When you looked back at him, he was still staring at you. “Okay. Well, good night, Henry.”

“Good night, Aliya.”

A visible shiver ran through you, but you ignored it and turned around to walk to your bedroom door. After a few steps, you stopped and smiled as an idea formed. Instead of walking forward, you turned around and walked back to him. Once close enough, you tiptoed, threaded your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck, then pulled his head down to yours. It was then you pressed your lips to his.

From the second your lips touched, it felt like you’d been standing out in the rain and gotten hit but a lightning bolt. Your moan was loud, and once it slipped out, Henry grabbed you, pulled you flush against him, and held you there. The hand on your hip squeezed while his right hand sneaked around your back to press his palm against your tailbone. That was when you realized you wanted more—a lot more. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, then nibbled, sinking your nails into his curls. You were second away from dropping the sheet, so you pulled back, grasping to the fraying threads of your self-control. Henry’s eyes were still closed, giving you a few extra seconds to admire his beauty. He still had the same effect as the first time he’d kissed you.

“Good night, Henry,” you said again, pecking his lips once more before walking away again.

Though you’d given relinquished control, you just took a little of it back. It felt good.

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boxesblr · 3 years

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Itse me, shy!

Holy FUCK, I thought the last chapter was intense but this one, whoo boy! The things youve dropped are awesome omg! (Sorry anyone who reads this who hasn't checked out the newest chapter of NQM, massive spoilers ahead!)

Them being immortals makes so much sense! Of course they can be revived, they can't die! And I dont know why but it also makes sense that Ze has never seen Chilled die before. Does that mean they don't die of age either? Will they just keep ageing?

It must be terrifying to wake up, knowing you have to be dead but being alive, I am so glad all of them found each other and support each other. Heck yeah to Steven squared and Chilled!

I love that Chilled and Ze have been friends for so long, Chilled thinks he's immortal and he tells Ze pretty much immediately. Like, the mugging happened in college and the party did too, so I assume it was pretty quick after. And Ze too, just boom. It's about the trust, man.

I also enjoy the portrayal of Chilleds touchiness, physical closeness between friends always has me SO weak. Them just casually both going to Zes? Finally, some good fucking food.

And Aphex' joy upon seeing Ze happy (which is so wholesome still btw) makes even more sense if you put in context how long he's known Ze and how close all three must have gotten in a "Us against the world" way. Aphex is a true friend, the realest of bros.

Each one's motivations are so incredibly human, I think Toasts story is moving and it must have been awful to lie all the time, I am glad he can now live his truth (almost said he can now live freely but uh... Not really lmao)

Shubble and Platy just being so wholesome is 😭😭 i love them so much!

I see, Cheesy is baby boy baby and must be protected. Wouldn't he see that his fear is unjustified, considering the others died way more often than him and they always come back?

Walking into a bear trap must hurt so much, I am surprised Ze didn't scream tbh

I adore the way you introduced Dumbdog, genius. I am so impressed, I didn't expect this at all! The presentation, the cut off, the suspense? P e r f e c t i o n

So Dumbdog was the mystery person you wanted to introduce, good to know! It's nine people we know of then, plus however many people are trying to keep them there. It has to be at least two (unknown gender tho) because they did say we!

Did Tays worst nightmare come true and they are experiments? Would that mean that the wolf attacks are planned? It would be hilarious if they aren't ngl, like jesus Ze still runs into them for no reason lmao

Dumbdog isn't part of their group it seems like, but where did he come from? Who is he? What role is he? Can he even have a role?

So many questions have opened up! I don't need sleep, I need answers xD

Lastly, I just wanna mention how I think it's so funny how Ze constantly gets found and rescued, modern princess peach right here, now go support your Mario!

Hope you're having an awesome day!

Hey Shy! Thank you once again for reading and asking, it always makes me happy to see an ask from you! I’m glad you liked that chapter <3

This chapter was so much fun to write even if it stressed me out a little because of making sure I get across the logic and backstories well :D For aging, I would imagine its greatly reduced as they seem to regenerate at an accelerated speed rather than being impervious to damage, so for aging I think it would make the most sense that physically aging would be caveated by the idea that any sort of degeneration of their body wouldn’t be (as) drastic like it would for anyone else. But beyond that I’m only mortal and can only imagine how terrifying it must be!

I love writing friendships with casual intimacy and trust, it feels all cosy. And like in games, even when Ze and Chilled suspect and betray eachother, it never lasts too long! I’m glad you enjoy how I’ve portrayed them and Aphex too, obviously I’ve taken their online personalities into the characters in the story and I feel like what makes so much of their characters are the dynamics they have with eachother. I think having the backstory for them adds some more sadness and angst and happiness too at the earlier chapter with their adventure?

Trying to think about the character’s motivations and individual fears was nice because I think most people would have common thoughts about being immortal but different specifics would really stick with different people based on their personalities and experiences! I think for Cheesy the idea is that maybe he’ll get complacent, or that he’s been granted something that might one day be ripped from him, as no one really knows how or why they can come back to life. People generally change a lot more when they’re younger (adolesence), and Cheesy being the closest to that experience must’ve seen his peers changing more than he did, and it’s a reminder of how quick mortality can be maybe

Numbness and body adrenaline maybe helped Ze in the not-screaming department but yes, he’s definitely in a lot of pain aaaa

Thank you so much!! <3 I love dumbdog and thought that it made a lot of sense for him to be a hybrid given his online persona! He’s also a comfy streamer so maybe I had some bias in wanting to include him haha

The people trying to keep them here is definitely more than one, which is like the base game (more than blackout DLC which i miss a lot) but I’m glad you noticed the ‘we’!! I think that Tay’s personal fears about being experimented on also give her a lot more reason to be paranoid and reckless, not justifying what she did in the last chapter but!

Dumbdog is very much a mystery and I look forward to answering those questions about him, I hope you enjoy where I go with it!! Thank you so much for engaging with it because I do have a fear that the direction I take the story won’t be where people want it to go, but I’m having fun doing it still :D

Ze’s a strong independent damsel in distress who does need a man :’)

Please get some sleep (even though I’m not replying straight away and you probably already did) and I hope you have a good day!!

#Not Quite Myself

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ohwereusingourmadeupnames · 4 years

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For the intimacy prompts, “say it again”. Whichever pairing you're feeling inclined to write :)

Look How We’ve Grown

Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark (Starker) Rating: Mature (M) Word Count: ~3.4k Notes: S, you’re always laying down the best ones. Thanks for all the creative freedom @goindownshipping - it’s much appreciated. I hope you enjoy where I decided to take this one. Warnings: None that I can think of - there’s lots of fluffiness. Summary:

Tony tells everyone but Peter how much he loves him. Luckily, Peter is a sneak & has super hearing.

Or: two times Peter stumbled upon Tony confessing his love for him to someone else, and the one time Peter pulled the confession from Tony himself.

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The first time Peter heard Tony say he loved him, the older man was talking to Happy. In the last year of being a full-time Avenger, Happy’s presence became a regular thing. He didn’t understand the depth of his relationship with Tony until he saw the two of them interact. Happy got to see parts of Tony that the rest of them wouldn’t ever be privy to, no matter how much they pestered him, or asked about the life he used to lead.

In Tony’s defense, Peter wasn’t supposed to be at the compound. He initially made plans with Ned and MJ, since they were both in the city on break from school. Working out the online stuff with MIT ended up being the best for Peter – he took advantage of not going to class by working in the lab with Tony and training with every free second he had. The shit with Thanos was no joke – he needed to make sure he was prepared for everything after that.

His friends bailed on him at the last minute, however – MJ had a new boyfriend and Ned was in the middle of writing some corrected code for a video game he’d been developing. Peter couldn’t begrudge them for it, either – he’d cancelled on them more than a few times over the past 12 months of full-time superheroing. The early night meant he might catch Tony on the couch, relaxed and watching a movie. Those were the best times – getting to see Tony at his realest.

When he walked into the kitchen from the hall, Peter stopped dead in his tracks – the cadence of Tony’s voice was too recognizable to ignore. He’d been straining to hear every single word that came out of the older man’s mouth for years now, just the pitch of it made his heart race a little.

Peeking in to see who all was gathered around the table, Peter let out a sigh of relief when he only saw Happy. As much as he loved the rest of the crew, he wasn’t up for the effort it took to be present with everyone around.

He was about to walk further into the room when he heard his name. “What’s about Peter? You two have been getting pretty close recently,” he heard Happy say – the look he shot Tony spoke volumes. Like there was way more to it than getting pretty close.

In a lot of ways, there was – they were creating a bond that Peter didn’t think Tony had with anyone else. To him, it felt deep; but that might just be the hopefulness of the still lingering crush speaking.

Tony took a second to respond – Peter watched him take a long pull of the drink in front of him and readjust in the chair; he only did that when he was nervous about something. “Honestly, Hap – I’m in love with him. He makes me happy and has the most interesting brain. Not just his smarts, either – the way he looks at life. But the smarts, too, Hap – he’s a genius and keeps me on my toes. It’s mind-boggling, how much knowledge is in that pretty head of his.”

Tony stopped for a second, looking at Happy with a goofy grin. “I’m not sure about it yet, but I think he might feel the same way. So, I’ll let you know.”

With his heart in his throat, Peter turned on his toes and rushed away from the spot he’d been eavesdropping from. He hadn’t even meant to – he had every intention of walking further into the room and joining the two of them. Yet, he didn’t really feel bad about it. He’d been agonizing over the idea of Tony reciprocating his feelings – a little affirmation was never a bad thing.

Sitting on his bed for a few minutes, Peter let the information sink in – the open way Tony looked at Happy and talked about him was everything that he’d ever wanted. It almost seemed like something that was too good to be true, but he heard it with his own ears.

Tony admitted that he loved him. Just – not to his face. Shaking his head, Peter decided to be happy with the little things. If Tony was admitting it, maybe it wouldn’t be long before he brought Peter in on the secret, too.

The grumble of his stomach reminded him of the reason he ventured into the kitchen in the first place – so he got up from the bed and made sure to make a lot of noise leaving his room. He stomped down the hall and even pushed one of the chairs in the living room out of its space for good measure. He didn’t want to spend any more time sneaking around and needed to make sure Happy and Tony weren’t caught in another intimate conversation like the one he witnessed before.

Both men looked up when he walked in, the soft smile on Tony’s lips catching his eye almost immediately. Walking to the fridge, he grabbed one of the Gatorade’s sitting on the shelf and took the seat next to Tony at the table. “Anything left?” Peter asked, his eyes roving over the table in hopes that there was still some of the amazing smelling Indian food.

Tony didn’t hesitate to start putting the half-empty cartons in front of him – Peter looked up at him with a big smile on his face and started to dig in. He didn’t look up again until a couple of them were completely wiped out.

“So, Happy – how’s Pepper?”

The question was enough to have the man spluttering, a swift blush moving across his face. It wasn’t widely known that the two of them were an item – so Peter enjoyed every single second of his mumbled avoidance and then eventual gushing. Tony caught his eye a couple of times throughout the conversation, an amused twinkle residing there. Peter pinched his lips together and sent Tony an knowing wink.

----

The next time Peter heard Tony say he loved him, Peter ran into him and Steve leaving the meeting room – both of them looking stressed. He tried to stop Tony as he walked past, but the subtle shake of his head stopped Peter’s next attempts. The only time Tony really got upset like that was when Steve was unreasonable and looking to go against what Tony said simply because it was Tony staying it.

Thinking quickly, Peter looked up – the habit one he hadn’t been able to break, no matter how often he communicated with the AI active around the entire compound. “Hey FRIDAY, do I still have access to the recordings in here?” Tony let him in on the monitoring codes when he first got here so he could avoid the others when he needed to a break from all the overbearing stimulus. It’d been more than a few months since that happened, so he wasn’t sure about the continued access.

FRIDAY answered immediately, her accent always making Peter smile the first time he heard it after a while. “Hi, Peter. You do. Tony hasn’t changed any of the security codes where you’re concerned. You’ve got full access.” She spoke so simply, as if having one of the keys to the kingdom wasn’t a big deal.

His curiosity about what just happened won out and he had FRIDAY pull up the footage from Steve and Tony’s conversation without much reservation. The screen on the wall was suddenly showing a scene that was timestamped for fifteen minutes prior. Sitting in one of the chairs closest to the screen, Peter settled against it and watched.

Tony shut the door behind Steve, sitting down across from him. The nerves that Tony couldn’t ever help sat heavily on his chest – the grip of his knitted fingers giving him away. Steve looked over at him, a curious tilt to his head. “What’s this about, Tony? We’re right in the middle of restructuring patrol groups – there’s not much going on,” Steve stated outright, the tone of his voice cutting and serious, as per usual.

Ducking his head, Tony took the customary few moments to reply. It was a noticeable habit – how long it took the older man put his words together. The idea of having so many thoughts running around in an already clustered head didn’t sound simple – so it made sense, his hesitation.

He ran a hand through his hair before looking Steve dead in the eye. “I just wanted to let you know about something before things change because of it. I know that you’ll have something to say about it, regardless of when I tell you, so I thought I’d get it out of the way.”

Steve looked at him with interest, his forearms pressed against the table and he leaned on them, the move cutting down the space between them. “Sounds serious – what’s up?”

Not wanting to beat around the bush, Tony stood up, his mouth and hands moving a mile a minute. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t think I’d ever fall for someone on the team – but I have. I’m crazy about him and I’m bidding my time, trying to decide the best way to approach him.” Tony turned to lean against one of the glass walls, his arms crossing in front of him. “It’s Peter. I’m in love with Peter. If he’ll have me, I want to see where things can go with him.”

The reaction was almost immediate, Steve getting up out of his seat. He closed the distance between him and Tony, his long legs making it a quick thing. With less than a couple of inches left between them, Steve grabbed onto the front of Tony’s waistcoat.

“You know how young he is, don’t you? You can’t, Tony,” Steve spat out, his eyes wide. It was an aggressive gesture and he seemed to understand that when Tony stayed silent. He let go but didn’t make any move to create any space between them.

“You think I don’t know how young he is? I was the person to bring him into this mess. I’m well aware of how it looks, but there hasn’t been anything between us until recently. He’s 20, Steve – shouldn’t we let him make his own decisions?”

“FRIDAY, turn it off, please.”

As soon as Peter requested it, the video was cut and the picture he saw up on the wall was no longer there. He didn’t need to see anymore to understand the defeated look on Tony’s face. Like most people in Peter’s life, Steve still saw him as a kid. Hell, up until the last couple of months, Tony still saw him that way, too.

That was the one disadvantage, being the youngest person on the team – everyone neglected the fact that he’d been in the shit for years and could easily make his own decisions. Why did years of experience matter for some people, but not others?

Taking a couple of cleansing breaths, Peter got out of the chair he’d been sitting in and left the meeting room. What he’d seen made his blood boil – not because of what Tony said. No, he absolutely loved that. The way that Steve reacted, however – he might never be able to get that out of his head.

Peter didn’t need people to fight his battles; especially someone still stuck in the past when it came to a lot of things. When something happened between him and Tony, Peter was determined to make sure Steve knew exactly how much he wanted it.

The unease sitting in his chest led him into the elevator and down a couple of floors to the lab that felt like a second home. There were a few adjustments he wanted to make to his web shooters and could get a lot of work done now that he had a little bit of extra energy to spare.

He stopped when he saw Tony bent over his workbench, sparks flying around him. Peter took a second to enjoy the view of Tony in a tank top with his muscles bulging before, once again, trying to make as much noise as possible before walking into the room.

Tony looked up at him with the big goggles covering his eyes – the dirty part of his face spreading in a smile. “Hey, Pete,” Tony said, his gloved hand waving in Peter’s direction. He moved the goggles from his eyes and let them rest on the top of the backwards hat that sat on his head. If it wouldn’t be embarrassing, Peter would’ve swooned right there – the look was more than nice.

Shaking his head of the thought, Peter walked further into the room, a smile of his own settling across his face. “Hey, Tones – are you making those adjustments we talked about last week?”

It must’ve been the right question to ask, because Tony started on a happy tangent, the perturbed look he got a little while ago completely erased.

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Thankfully, the next time Peter heard Tony say he loved him, it was directly from Tony’s mouth. Since watching the video of his interaction with Steve, Peter felt a little on edge. He wondered, if only briefly, if the man’s reaction would be enough to dissuade Tony from acting on his feelings and putting them both out of their misery. It’d be the most unfortunate if Peter lost the chance he knew he could have before it even came his way.

In the last couple of weeks, Peter did everything he could to make his intentions clear. He flirted ruthlessly, touched Tony whenever he could, and even hinted about spending more time together outside of the lab. Tony didn’t look at him funnily, but also didn’t jump on the chance. The reserved smiles were driving Peter crazy – more than anything, he just wanted to shake Tony’s shoulders and shout about how much he knew. If only things could be that simple.

With the growing frustrations, Peter spent a little more time in the gym. Getting sweaty and letting his body do its thing was a great way to work off a bit of the pent-up energy that he couldn’t stop from bubbling up. So spun up, Peter hadn’t been able to sleep soundly throughout the night for a few days. Instead of tossing and turning, he got up and had FRIDAY run one of his simulation programs in the empty gym space.

He’d been flying effortlessly through one when he heard the door open. The sound blew his focus, and before he knew it, he was soaring in a free fall – his quick reflexes the only thing stopping him from slamming his face right into the floor. It was covered in padding, of course, but would make for a few hours of uncomfortable and needless pain. Looking up from them makeshift perch he made against the far wall, Peter was surprised to see Tony standing there.

“Swing down – I’ll hold the pads for you in the ring,” Tony shouted, his hands cupped around his mouth in the cutest of ways. Peter didn’t bother to answer, he simply did what was asked of him and touched down in front of Tony within a couple of seconds.

Boxing wasn’t usually his thing – he liked to keep things in the air where he had a bigger advantage than most. When it came to hand-to-hand combat, Peter preferred to rely on his speed; he had the gift, it made sense to take it by the reins and use it. However, he’d been trying to get more into the art of it. Tony spent a lot of time talking about the cadence of his breath and the footwork – he tried to cling the technicality to keep the interest alive.

For a little while, the only sounds in the gym were Peter’s breathing, the smack of his hands against the pads, and their feet moving over the canvas of the mat. It was soothing, transferring his weight back and forth between his feet and letting his arms go. Despite his normal disinterest, he found himself getting into it as the minutes past.

Tony finally broke the silence, his eyebrows arching at a particularly hard hit Peter delivered. “Having a hard time sleeping?” Tony asked. The answer to the question was obvious, but Tony was giving him the room to talk about it if he wanted to. Peter did, he really wanted to shout in Tony’s face, how much whiplash he’d brought upon himself. He didn’t, though – not when doing so would implicate him just as much.

“Its been a bit of a struggle, yeah. I haven’t been able to sleep through the night in a couple of weeks,” Peter admitted, his arms dropping for the first time since he stepped into the ring. “I’m exhausted most of the day but can’t seem to get any rest when I actually want to. I know you know how that is.”

They shared a look, the softness of Tony’s eyes blazing into loosening his resolve the longer he kept the older man’s stare. It was too hard to break away – he wanted those eyes on him all the time. In all honesty, he didn’t know how he survived it when they weren’t.

“I know, you know,” Peter mumbled, the words coming out of his mouth so easily despite the mental battle he’d been having about them for what felt like way too long. Tony didn’t break the eye contact, in fact, he took a step closer, the hitting pads falling to the canvas below them.

“You know what, Pete?” Tony asked, his strides stopping just before their toes were touching.

Peter could smell the musky sweat Tony worked up over the course of their trips across the ring – he always smelt spicy and clean, no matter how drenched he was. It made Peter wanted to thrust his nose into the middle of Tony’s chest and inhale, taking in the most Tony of scents he possibly could. Biting down on his lip, Peter shrugged, buying himself a couple seconds of time.

“That – that you love me. That you’re in love with me,” Peter finally babbled out, his face turning a cherry red with his confession. A surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, his body on high alert in case shit went wrong.

Tony shook his head, a reluctant smile slipping across his face. “I knew I heard you that night I was having dinner with Happy. He said it was just my wishful thinking – but I knew it.” Tony filled the space between them and wrapped him up in sweaty arms. “I do, though – love you.”

Grinning, Peter put his hands on Tony’s hips, his fingers finally able to clench and grip skin and bone he’d been thinking about for longer than he cared to admit. “Say it again,” he whispered, a mischievous glint overtaking his eye.

“I love you, Pete. I’m in love with you. And I want you. Very much.” Tony said the words with a nervous smile on his face – he still wasn’t sure about Peter’s reaction.

Peter surged forward and pressed his kiss against Tony’s in a sloppy kiss – the feelings he’d been keeping under wraps coming to the surface and overflowing. Tony moved until he was clutching Peter’s chin between his thumb and fingers, the grip tilting his head just right. The next kiss was much more controlled, the desire fueling the intensity of the kiss, not the sloppiness. Peter let himself be led through it, his entire body thrumming.

Oxygen forced them apart – Tony’s chest was heaving, and his cheeks were pink from the lack of blood flow to his brain. The entire look was too much – Peter leaned in and rested his face against the side of Tony’s neck in hopes of distraction. He took a deep breath, his brain desperately trying to categorize the smells. Then, he remembered that Tony loved him and that this embrace wouldn’t be the only one or anywhere close to the last.

“I love you too, you know,” Peter mumbled quietly, his head resting on Tony’s sweaty shoulder.

He felt Tony wrap him up tighter, his chin resting on the top of Peter’s head. “Yeah, Pete – I know.”

#goindownshipping #starker #ironspider #prompts #ask prompts #s suggests #bobbie writes #look how we've grown

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🌎🤝✨ for Lane! Ty!! ❤️

thank you sm for asking alya!!!!💕

🌎 are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

lane is my main mc for twc and also body count! they’re also the only oc that i have that i’ve taken out of pre-existing content and have written original work for! they’re the realest and easiest for me to write now bc of that hahah i know them super well so they’re pretty consistent across all the ifs i read them in! hopefully!

🤝 how does your muse approach intimacy? are they hesitant, or do they like it? what types of intimacy do they like and dislike? (ex. physical intimacy, sexual intimacy, emotional intimacy, etc.)

emotional and romantic intimacy are like tv static for lane where it’s there and lane does not know what to do and it makes them feel A Way. if that makes sense. they’re trepidatious but they DO like it! it’s difficult to navigate bc they are very physical and when it comes to friendship they are readily emotionally intimate! in a romantic sense it is like learning to ride a bike and they are very very hesitant to remove the training wheels bc they’ve done it before! (only once really) and there is still a lot to unpack there! but physicality is second nature to them

✨ what aesthetics or symbols do you reference when writing your muse? are these backed up by canon, if your muse comes from a canon? is there any specific relevance to these choices?

aaaa i love this question sm. here are some associations and concepts that i vaguely hope to try to convey in writing lane: lighthouses, riding a bike or razor scooter in the middle of a suburb street, wearing a big suit and shiny loafers and working in an office but having very funky mugs, walking by a creek in sticky august heat, a bag of gummy worms and a mango arizona iced tea from the corner store, a concert for a screamy crunchy punk band in a basement, a block party/bbq in the summer

#aaaaa thank you again!#anotherbeingsworld #c: lane wheatley

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mcarfield · 6 years

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i have accidentally committed more mcarfield fic oops

(gonna be re-posting these tumblr fics, some of you will have already seen them on main.)

but it’s not my fault, it is all the fault of andrew garfield for going around begging for kisses outside the theatre, and the fault of this lovely anon:

👀 👀 👀 👀

…..

James has one mission in life at the moment, and that’s to get through this damn play and be the best Louis Ironson he can be without losing his mind over the fact that he gets to spend half of his waking life making out with Andrew Garfield.

Only, as with all things about this goddamn monster of a play, that’s far, far harder than it looks. This is partly because Andrew is amazing and adorable and incredibly, surprisingly passionate and articulate about, well, everything. He’s passionately articulate about this play, and Prior, and the absolute vital importance of Angels in America in 2017.

And he’s passionately articulate about James — or at least about James’s acting. James knows this because of the number of times Andrew has gone into effusive rants, with or without James actually being present, about what an amazing actor he thinks James is. So, James usually goes onstage with confidence that his partner in all things believes in him, and it carries him through most nights with a buoyancy that works as a very nice countermeasure to the constant sense of emotional and physical exhaustion Louis leaves him with.

He’s tried not to obsess over the question of whether Andrew feels about him the way he feels about Andrew, and there are a hundred different reasons for that. Andrew looks at James like James is perpetually brilliant, but the problem is that Andrew also looks at everyone that way. He’s constantly trying to drink in the energy and light of everyone around him, like some kind of giddy human sunflower. It’s incredible that he doesn’t manage to set off all of James’s cynical settings, but honestly James just finds him… lovely.

James knows himself pretty well; he knows he’s on a razor’s edge when it comes to supplanting Louis’ feelings for Prior with his own feelings for Andrew. It’s impossible not to adore Andrew, just… impossible. But James would also prefer not to develop a deep, hopeless, one-sided crush on his straight (sigh) co-star, and James also knows that actors can often be hopelessly needy without returning the favor. Andrew at heart just wants everyone to love him; it’s his Achilles heel, and James has told him so often, but James also suspects the message is undermined by the fact that James likes Andrew so much.

But they’ve got a long, grueling performance road still to travel, and James has been burned plenty of times by assuming incorrectly that whatever bond he had with another actor would survive once the play was all over. So: he’s absolutely not endangering his heart by wasting time wondering whether Andrew’s beats only for him.

Or so he thinks; and then the kiss happens.

It’s Easter weekend and the crowds are out, so Andrew’s swamped signing autographs at the stage door. James has already finished — the crowds mostly flock for Andrew, and he doesn’t like to get in the way, so he tries to go outside early, sign a few autographs, and then clear out before Andrew and Russell make the rounds. Tonight, however, some of the cast is headed to Denise’s for drinks after the show.

“James, make sure you fetch Andrew and take him with you,” she orders.

“Why me?” James asks. “It’s bloody cold out, you’re a torturer.”

Denise rolls her eyes at him. “Because you’re each other’s appropriate adult,” she says. “Now go on, he’ll stay outside forever catching cold if you don’t.”

Andrew’s always immersed when James finds him outside the stage door, and tonight is no different. “Hi, love,” he says to Andrew, and he doesn’t intend for his touch to turn into a caress — god knows they’re too intimate as it is — but he slides his hand gently over Andrew’s back before he’s thought about it.

Andrew glances up.

“Some of us are heading out to—” He halts. Andrew’s looking at him expectantly, lips parted, and James’s brain actually grinds to a complete halt for a moment as the realization hits; he wants me to kiss him.

It all feels like slow motion, but can’t be more than a few milliseconds: James is tractor-beamed forward, tugged into the kiss by Andrew’s eyes and his gorgeous fucking mouth, and it’s barely a peck, but it’s Andrew and it’s themand it’s public and — Andrew just kissed him.

The thought bursts over him, right in chorus with the shrieks that erupt from the fans all around them:

Andrew likes him.

His grin is unstoppable, he can feel it splitting his face, and Andrew looks so smug and coy and James must look ridiculous but he can’t stop smiling. Andrew likes him, not just his acting, Andrew likes this, Andrew likes this thing and it’s their thing, they’re friends, and —

And James is such a fucking lost cause, honestly, who did he think he was kidding?

“You saucy minx,” he says, laughing and swatting Andrew’s arm.

“I knew you couldn’t resist me, I knew it all along,” Andrew says, clearly delighted.

James tells him he’ll wait for him in the car, and then he beats a hasty retreat so he can piece himself back together.

It’s not like they don’t kiss, they kiss all the time; performative physical intimacy on and offstage is the language of theatre, and James recognizes it for what it is — just that, a performance. But a gratuitous kiss in public, where anyone can see them…

No, ridiculous. it’s Andrew, he’s like this with everyone, James watched that Golden Globes Spideypool kiss on loop just like everyone else did, he’s only human. And actually the fact he even knows what Spideypool is should tell him just how much trouble he’s gotten himself in.

Get yourself together, lad, he orders himself. You’re here to put on a very important and prestigious play full of social commentary and trenchant political invective, you’re not here to obsess over your co-star or keep tabs on every other time Andrew Garfield has been flirty and metrosexual with someone who isn’t you.

He’s fully convinced himself of this when Andrew slides into the car next to him. “Hey, you,” he says, taking James’s hand without another thought, and James tries not to look anything like infatuated. “Thanks for waiting.”

James laughs as the car pulls out into the street. “Please, people wait on you hand and foot, the least I can do is hang out in a car for a minute or two.”

Andrew blushes. “Well, you don’t wait around for too many people,” he says. “I’m glad I get to be one of them.”

And there it is, again, the smile splitting James’s face without his conscious control.

“Look at you,” Andrew says. “God, you look so…”

James turns to him, startled by the note in Andrew’s voice. “What?”

Andrew… Andrew shivers. His gaze drops to James’s mouth.

And then his expression shifts into something hungrier; his eyes meet James’s own, and they’re dark with intent.

“If I’d known that all I needed to do to make you smile like that was to kiss you,” he says, voice going low, “I’d’ve had my mouth on you every night.”

All the breath leaves James’s body and all the air leaves the car at once.

They’re just crossing over Waterloo Bridge, and it suddenly feels to James as though he’s poised between a before and an after, between two radically different states of being and awareness.

He drags oxygen into his constricting lungs and tries to sound calm. “It’s not that I’m trying to hamper your self-expression or anything, Andrew, but is it not still the case that you’re straight?” He forces himself to meet Andrew’s eyes, which are still fastened to his, glittering and intense and unfairly earnest. “Because that’s one hell of a drug you’re offering, and I’d like to know how bad the withdrawal effects will be.”

And Andrew, because Andrew never makes anything easy for James, holds his gaze and leans in and murmurs, “Why don’t you kiss me again and find out?”

James’s mouth drops open, because he intends to put up a protest or say no, that this is a terrible, horrible, no-good dangerous idea and that Andrew’s inner Prior Walter is probably shrieking at him that he knows better, and why would Andrew toy with James’s sadly hilarious emotions when the play has already left them both feeling so vulnerable —

— but what actually happens is that he cups Andrew’s beautiful face and kisses him, deep and possessive and sure, the way he’s wanted to for months, and a delectable shudder rockets through Andrew’s entire body and he gasps and bends into James like he really is that fucking flower and James is the goddamn sun. He opens up to James and traces James’s mouth with his tongue and leans up to bite James’s ear.

“No, really not feeling very straight anymore,” he murmurs. “Really liking this new side you’re bringing out in me.”

“Oh, my god, you bloody infuriating harridan,” James rasps, pressing kisses against Andrew’s perfect throat. “I’ve wanted you for months and you’ve just been torturing me—”

“No, never,” Andrew says, suddenly tender. He pulls back and cups James’s face in his hands. “Just trying to work up the courage.” He swallows. “The courage to make this real.”

James goes breathless all over again, but this time the feeling is completely different. He wraps his arms around Andrew’s waist, wondering distantly if that’s just going to be a thing he gets to, to do now, just wrap his arms around Andrew like he has the right, like he has standing permission to touch and lay claim to Andrew’s perfect body whenever he wants?

And then he has the surreal experience of wondering, in exactly the same moment, how he’s ever going to survive it — and also how the hell he survived without it before.

“This is the realest thing I know,” he says. “But, Andrew, you and me together, it can’t be a fluke, it means too much, there’s too much at stake, I feel too much—”

“I know, I’ve told myself every day since I met you,” Andrew whispers, pressing a rough kiss against James’ mouth.”God, don’t you think I’ve been trying not to fall for you? But it’s like standing under a waterfall trying not to get wet, you are this daily deluge of, of beauty and talent and brilliance and fury and younessand all I think about is your fucking mouth and I, I can’t, James, I,” and then they’re kissing again, and Andrew hitches himself up and over James’s lap and grinds against James’s thigh like he was born for this.

“Jesus christ,” James yelps, because if Andrew is going to grind him right now they’re going to have to tip the driver a hell of a lot more and also probably skip Denise’s party altogether, and that is more than okay with James, but he needs, he needs ground rules, he needs boundaries, he needs to think.

“Hold on,” he tries, and Andrew responds by slipping his hands beneath James’s shirt and palming James’ skin. “Oh, god, nevermind, don’t hold on, terrible idea,” James murmurs, biting the underside of Andrew’s jawline.

“So I think I might be demi,” Andrew says. He’s so pliant and twisty and bendable and, okay, they are definitely skipping Denise’s party.

“If you’re demisexual,” he manages, vaguely surprised he’s this coherent with a squirming Andrew Garfield in his lap, “then that means you…you’re in—”

He freezes.

Andrew pulls back and smiles at him, a little wry, a little smug. His cheeks are flaming and his hair is completely demolished, James has dreamt about seeing him this way.

“Means I fall in love first, and the rest doesn’t matter,” he says. He grins, slow, at whatever James’s face is doing. “Don’t look so shocked, it’s all your fault.”

“I wasn’t even sure if you liked me,” James blurts. ”I wasn’t even sure if we were, the kind of friends who’d stay friends after this is all over, I didn’t want to assume you’d—”

“Baby, that’s because this isn’t friendship,” Andrew says, rubbing his hands over James’ chest. “You and me — we’ve been falling in love since the day we met.” He presses a kiss against James’s forehead, and then against his nose. “And that terrifies me,” he says, breath catching. “But not enough to make me want to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” James says, knowing he sounds plaintive, but meaning it more than he’s ever meant anything in his life. He slides his hand up over the curve of Andrew’s precious face and holds him there. “Don’t ever stop.”

“I don’t ever plan to,” Andrew replies, and he kisses James all the way home.

#mcarfield fic #mcarfield #long post

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- ̗̀✰ •【 SAM CLAFLIN / MALE / 30 】announcing the arrival of his royal highness, ( KOENRAAD VAN ORANGE-NASSAU ), the ( CROWN PRINCE ) of ( THE NETHERLANDS ). I’ve heard that he is ( HYPOCRITICAL ) & ( STUBBORN ) but can also be ( CONFIDENT ) & ( FRIENDLY ). ( KOENRAAD ) is arranged to marry ( LILY COLLINS ). Rumor has it ( HAD AN AFFAIR WITH A FRIEND OF HIS FATHER'S ). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!

hey ! i’m charlie, i’m twenty two, she/her & i’m from the GMT+1 timezone. i’ve made an about page for him here, & a connections page here, which I’ll be adding onto in due course & so if you’d like to plot with him ( me ), just like this or im me & i’ll be very, very excited about it ! here’s a few, very quick pointers about him too, to get started !

TITBITS.

He’s a middle ground sort of guy. He’s not evil, but he’s not holier than thou, either. He persistently, consistently tries to better himself and to better his way of thinking. Whilst he can often judge people inwardly the first time he meets them, he’s someone who’ll do his best to stop and think and change his behaviour.

Whilst he has an incredibly selfish side, when he becomes king he does want to be a good ruler and someone that his people do trust in. He wants his family to be proud of him, he loves his family a great deal and is very protective over his four younger siblings, in particular his youngest sister.

Korey was a bit of a mummy’s boy. He has a good heart, he really does he just doesn’t always go about it the right way. He went through a stage, after her death, of being reckless and messy but it didn’t last very long. Sure, people keep going on about it, but he does his best now to be the best son possible, and an heir to the throne that people aren’t disappointed by.

It’s in his reckless / messy stage that he had an affair with a married friend of his parents, and fortunately this has never been exposed to anyone. It’s one of his biggest regrets, but he also truly believes he fell in love with them, even if he was sort of used, in a very big way. It’s kind of moulded the way he looks at relationships in a certain aspect, and in another it was just a huge learning curve.

The whole concept of being married off for the good of the world is a sweet concept to him, but he doesn’t really think it makes sense. He’s never openly admitted it, he rarely exposes his opinions when they’re politically based or by other means important, but he’s studied History enough to know what has come before them.

He’d consider himself more of a realest than a cynic.

He’s secretly a hopeless romantic, wants to believe there’s somebody out there for everybody and in particular, somebody out there for him. He falls pretty easily, but he disguises it fairly well. He never really lets anyone close enough to see his vulnerability, it’s reserved for a small, select group of people.

Learning different languages, about different countries and how they work/are run, cultures, and not only his history, but history all over the world is literally one of his favourite things in the whole world. He’s using this entire deal to his advantage in that respect, so he’ll probably ask a lot of questions.

This isn’t a lot, but I am sure to be adding onto it soon enough on his biography page !

WANTED CONNECTIONS !

BEST FRIEND / RIDE OR DIE : open

They’re the person he goes to about everything. It could be a relatively new situation; they just clicked automatically, or they could have known each other for what seems like forever. He’d do absolutely anything for them, and hopefully it’s the same reversed. Korey feels a little less alone knowing that they’re there through all of this too, as well as his siblings.

OLDEST FRIEND : open

With them knowing each other since forever, since they were kids, they’re always going to be someone that Korey treasures. They might not see each other as often as they like; but whenever they do, the chemistry flows naturally, they don’t even have to think about it. I can see Korey missing this person a lot, and even being jealous of those that might be closer to them now. Maybe something happened that caused a rift between the two? But he’ll definitely want to work at it, whatever it was. He doesn’t give up easy.

GOOD INFLUENCE : open

Whilst Korey isn’t a bad person, he does have some traits that he needs to work on. I like the idea of someone showing him how to do that, someone who makes him think before he acts. Also, this could be done in reverse. If there’s a messy muse out there who needs a logical mind to help them through their reckless decisions, give Korey a bell. He tries his best to be there for absolutely everyone. The more allies, the better - after all.

BAD INFLUENCE : open

Since the man is such a middle ground kind of guy, I certainly see him being…badly influenced too. He needs to know he can let his hair down a little more than he does right now. Sure, he had his year of – destruction, but since he tightened the reins even tighter than they’d been before that. He thinks about everything he does, and he feels incredible pressure from the knowledge that he’ll be king one day. Somebody persuading him to be a little less uptight, would be grant. Also, this can be reversed where he helps someone who…has never had a crazy time of it, have a crazy time of it.

LIKE A SIBLING : open

So he has four siblings already, all of whom he loves an awful lot, but it’s not unlike Korey to take somebody else under his wing, be as wildly protective of them as he is his flesh and blood. They might be somebody younger, he might have caught them in a bad place, or a bad way and tried his best to help them through it. Or they could be someone who’s one of his siblings friends, who he cares for almost as much as he cares for said sibling. Or, they could be the same age as him – it’d be nice if he had someone who he depended on like a brother/sister, who understood the intensity that the prospect of being a king could bring. Either or would be lovely.

A FLING : open

It could have ended now, or maybe it’s still going on. Korey is someone who likes intimacy, he has done for a long time and he doesn’t like to go without it. It could be a friends with benefits kind of situation, it could be two people who are barely acquaintances that have this secret deal. They could even be people who seem as though they’re arch rivals, but there’s an unexplained chemistry there, that they never discuss…obviously.

A RIVAL : open

Being as ambitious and as manipulative as he can be, it’s not unlikely that he’s made a few enemies along the way. He can be an incredibly jealousy person, too – so it could be due to that, too. Maybe they’re too similar for their own good, maybe they were friends who became enemies, maybe the rivalry is one sided and the other has no clue what they’ve done to cause it. There’s lots of ways this could go, really.

A CRUSH : open

This is self explanatory really, it could either be a crush on him or him having a crush on them. It would be quite cute if it started in childhood, and just has never gone away? With Korey being such a hopeless romantic, he definitely had crushes in the case. It could be reciprocated but neither of them really know about that fact, or it could be completely one side.

A CONFIDANT : open

It doesn’t really matter what their age are, what their rank, or position. He trusts them implicitly, and goes to them whenever he’s struggling with something. He doesn’t open up to people often, he’s a fairly closed and mismatched book, but for whatever reason this person understands him and is there for him, and has gained is total trust which is pretty difficult to do. He’d be a pretty good confidant in return, at least he would genuinely try to be. He’s all about treating people the way they are treating him, so he’d do his best to reciprocate it all. Maybe they’re using their unique position to their advantage, too.

OLD FLAME : open

They might be the first person he ever dated? It could’ve ended on good terms, bad terms, no terms at all. Maybe there’s still a confusion there between them, about what happened that caused it to come to an end. He might still care about them, might wish he hated them. The possibilities are endless.

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THE GREATEST RELATIONSHIP (THE ULTIMATE BLISS)

The best kinds of relationships serve a purpose in the world. We don’t get into relationships to serve ourselves. Love isn’t about how best a person can serve you, and how best you can serve them. Love at it’s very best isn’t selfish. Love is a bond of unity, a collaboration of energy. And when this energy is most high, it’s like the brightest star

in the sky. True loving energy actively participates in flooding out all the darkness in the world, and all the darkness in ourselves. This is the ultimate purpose of love… to balance the dark, so that we may not be overcome by it. True love energy is more than a spark. It’s a ship that sails with purpose… like Noah’s ark. Love saves many a people

from drowning in sorrow. Love promises a brighter tomorrow. Love isn’t shallow. In fact, as they say… Love is blind. True love is felt by the spirit, the heart, and the mind. True love can be perceived if one looks deep. It’s a fire to a flame, with the deepest chemistry. It’s a memory to a name. It’s energy that encompasses you and me. The Lord

is Love. Love dwells in eternity. And Love invites us to this divine experience. Invites us to taste the waters of eternity. And when you drink from the waters of eternity… your heart breaks free. And you see that you don’t need to have things in common with people such as two doctors, two artists, two lovers of food. In a truly loving relationship

of two; all you need is a love that’s true. A love that will hold you when no one else will. A love that will lift you up when the world tears you down. A love that will seek understanding before judgement. A love that you can truly feel. A warm embrace, a hug, and a warm smile. A love that makes living worth while. A love that finds joy in the

smallest acts of kindness. A love that can recognize a potential for greatness. Greatness being a beautiful love story in the eyes of Angels. Hands that hold one another and never let go. Kisses that never end. Eyes that see straight into the heart. Minds that discern truth no matter the pain. A love that sustains. A love that lasts

forever. Sometimes, all you need is to cuddle in bed, when all the world seems lost in dread. No demands for sex. Just warm touches, true intimacy. A warm space beside each other when the world seems cold and lonely. A warm presence in each others arms. True value in another’s soul. All you need is each other to hold. Why do people

complicate love? Love can be simple, and it can be felt with ease. Love can heal the heart of pain, and is capable of healing the body of disease. Love is feelings, compassion, and especially authenticity. Love isn’t a sea of lies. But of truths always told. True love is finer than pure gold. True Love is a bond that can’t be broken.

Love endures. Real Love lasts forever. Love is a fight to always be together. Love is learning while on life’s path; and learning from our mistakes. Love is Truly being awake. Love will always be present as long as God exists. Because ultimately, God is

Love. God is bliss. When love seems far, and as if faded away. It’s because we forget God

sometimes, and we only think of ourselves everyday. We must remember God. If we get back to God… we get back to Love. God’s Love can be experienced throughout life with or without another person. Unfortunately, sometimes we make mistakes and we hurt the people that God put in our path to expand loves experience. Perhaps with people,

Love is but a leap of faith with no promises of forever. For what is Truly meant to be, only God can bring together. But presently; you must Remember… you, are never alone. God… Loves you. In your darkest days, and in your loneliest hours, remember and think of God. When someone makes you feel as if you are absolutely nothing, remember and

think of God. For God is your creator: not those… who tear you down! When you feel that all is lost, remember and think of God. For God knows no boundaries and God will find a way for you always. All you need to do: is remember and think of God. God is Love. And God seeks a unique relationship with you. I know it’s true because i feel

God’s Love everyday. To feel God… is to truly Feel love. And to truly Feel Love… is to

touch the sky. It’s to feel the sun shine, not on you… but through you. It is not to walk against the wind; but to walk with it! To feel These Things is to Know God… and to know God is to walk with The Light. People fight and kill in the name of Love. But why?

Truly… Love Never Belonged To Us! It is a gift From, and Of God! And people confuse it with ownership of things. No human being can ever truly own love by presentation of a ring. For a person to even come close to honing in on the essence of the realest experience of love, they must genuinely seek to be love themselves. To seek to walk in

the love and the likeness that our creator teaches and exemplifies in himself. And such love is not pursuant of our own way of things. But in the ways that pleases God’s senses, and is pleasant in the Lord’s eyes. This is the purpose to which the spirit lives and strives! The spirit wants to awaken to and touch God. Touch Love. Many souls reach

from the pits of darkness and hopelessness, and at length of being lost, hopes to find it’s way back to God. In the presence of God is a sense of familiarity, and peace. In life, our spirits are but on a journey, waiting for God to call us home. Going home is not about death, or dying. Going home is equivalent to walking among the trees; and

recognizing that “they” too are family. Some people have eyes, but never really see… sadly. And some people learn many things but never obtain access to the hidden knowledge. Through God, we can unite with that from whence we came. You can experience this while on your path of life. But only God decides when to reveal hidden

truths, whether in death, or life! And we must remember, that there is no fooling God. So… any wrongs that we do; if we earnestly seek God’s forgiveness, and are Truly from our hearts sorry. God will be the first to forgive you, because God’s spirit is indwelling within us, and is omnipresent all around us. God’s presence may not be fully

discernible by many, but, that doesn’t mean God is not present. God sees all, but not with eyes. God hears all, but not with ears. God knows the hearts of all of his creation.

And when one puts their faith in God. One puts their faith in Love. God is the foundation and the cornerstone of the most loving relationships; whether it’s a

relationship between friends, family, or lovers. Relationships fall apart when people interfere with, or abandon God’s will. Spiritual energy is a real and tangible thing, emitting from and felt by spirit! Some people use this energy in addition to their actions to impress upon others their negative aspirations, wishes and desires. And to this, is

where a person can fall. Life. It is but a maze, and quintessential testing grounds… sifting through the very core nature of who we all are. And the person administering the test… is GOD. We judge ourselves and others, but God is the ultimate Judge of all character, and he knows why people fall and what circumstances led up to that. So

therefore trust God. And earnestly seek his guidance. God will in due time discipline all his children. And to those that sincerely love God, you need not fear the discipline, for the discipline is only a correction and redirection for you to go the right way forward. For God is always aware of those that plot and scheme for the benefit of themselves.

And in the midst of jealousy and envy from others… and in trusting our own ways… we sometimes lose sight of that ever pointing finger of God, pointing us in the direction we should go. And we temporarily become enveloped in someone else’s dark cloud of ill choices. And therefore we become subject to many experiences of lovelessness…

sometimes by our own doing. Sometimes by someone else’s intentions. Sometimes if others feel that they have lost their way, or have been cheated out of some portion of their lives, they want to see you lose some portion of your life as well; and in doing so, this gives them a false sense of balance, and control. Unfortunately, misery does love

company, whether you are directly in the presence of that miserable person or not. Some miserable, faithless people have nothing better to do, than to find ways to drag others into their experience of miserable energy. Earnestly seeking and having faith in God and in the power of Love always, can end these dark cycles. God’s love is endless,

boundless, and beyond all knowledge. To successfully complete this spiritual journey and to Truly experience the gift of Love in all it’s fullness, is to… as the saying goes “Let Go… and Let God.” Love… Love is always dwelling around us. Caressing our skin in the breeze. Love is always beckoning us. Inspiring us to… touch. Love is only but a flower…

reaching for the sun. Wanting to experience the warmth, to soak it up, to breathe life into itself. Never say hurtful things, or lay your hands on someone you love, for they can become like flowers slowly dying and eventually blowing away as burned ash in the wind. People so easily give up on one another when they shouldn’t. Each other is

Truly all we have. The treasure is the person beyond the flesh. Money can’t buy this immaterial being. This soul, this spirit, this life seen beyond the eyes. See people for everything that they are, and not for what you wish them to be. Some people, all they see is imperfection and inconsistency. And at the end of the day: if you can’t love the

person that someone is, then simply step away for good, if you need to, and let God love them properly! That’s the solution. There’s no confusion. Don’t accept things that hurt you, but also understand that causing others pain is not a remedy to a problem either. Always Love, and know that as long you live from a platform of Love in your life,

and allow love to be your foundation. Love will help you find a better way forward. All we need to do is align our hearts and minds with it, and trust it. To trust Love, is to trust God. Remember: Love is a Gift from… and of… God. And God gives endless love, as God so desires it… The Greatest Relationship. The Ultimate Bliss.

– China Alicia Rivera 9/9/2020

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