Wenclair in reversed roles!!💖🖤
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... the scoff that frames her answer speaks to a very specific indulgence ( what would john have to say about self - pity? a toxic brutality meant to keep huamnity from reaching its full potential ). but those words won’t help him now : he has to form his mouth into something akin to comfort ... what warmth can brush its tender hands across his ice - bled heart? ‘ that truly doesn’t sound like the response of someone who’s fine. ’
@reversedrole + here.
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❛❛ i can’t be with you if you’re the only good thing going on in my life. ❜❜ & @reversedrole.
❛❛ that’s── no, FUCK YOU. ❜❜ you think this conversation 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎: it being the total juxtaposition of this moment and the night before. your knuckles beneath her thumb, beck drew new patterns across your ink-soaked skin with a gentleness you did not recognise in your adult life. she cracked open your decades thick shell with all the care she could muster, coaxing you into new comforts before SHE TOOK IT ALL AWAY AGAIN. your hurt turned to 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚢, as it always did: you were nothing if not a clenched fist, anger being the most recognised emotion within you.
❛❛ you don’t get to fuck with me like that. you don’t get to invite people in and make them care about you. no── fuck you. ❜❜
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@reversedrole: at the end of the day, people really are disappointing, aren’t they?
even more than you’d ever know, beck. i’m sorry it’s come to this - really, i am. i always pictured us growing old together, on a creaky porch that’s had its paint stripped a dozen times to match the years. you’d have crinkles around the corners of your eyes and i’d fix the flickering porch light like i was in my mid twenties every time it spluttered out a wobble. we’d be heathcliff and catherine. hughes and plath. bertha and rochester. (i still retain that that book had more in it than it was worth - jane did all she needed to do and yet still paled in comparison to the thumping gait up in the attic.) we could’ve been so much better than we were, beck, and you really didn’t fucking see it.
i never wanted to end up like this - please, i need you to understand that i never meant for this to happen.
all that sits between us is a thick perspex window. there are books that i’ve stripped, glued, dated and cared for over the years that i’ve managed to excavate without too much trouble, but ever since you woke up that one time i’d brushed a stray, tickling hair out of the way of your nose, i haven’t ventured back in. now, all i do is hold a heavy palm against the glass and wait for your reaction. (i do it now, pressed white flesh with a stare that’s only waiting for you to strike. please don’t - god, i don’t want you to hate me. this would all be so much easier if you didn’t hate me.)
“i never meant to disappoint you, beck. i tried so hard to be the boyfriend you deserved.” because that’s... that’s what it was, right? i was your other half. your platonic shadow on the cave wall, your missing jigsaw piece that interlocked every finger and kept you anchored when you had every reason to spiral. i was there for you. i was always there for you. i never wanted things to end this way.
“this isn’t the end. it’s not - it’s not the end of the day yet. please, beck. please, just - i need you to see sense for a second, and just... please, listen. please.” i’m begging you to look past it. look past the box, the basement, the creak of the steps that feel a little less romantic than the porch life i’d been thinking of. i brought you the food you like, the drinks you like, and fuck, i even gave you privacy when you needed it. i can care for you, and i know it. just don’t give up hope - don’t snuff out that candle, or give up the pounding in the attic. i can be that man for you. i promise.
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❝ MAVEN’S DOWN THE HALL. ❞ cal barely looks up from his desk when he hears the door open, but golden eyes do glance up long enough to see who it is. then he pauses, lips pursing as he looks back up at her. ❝ he said to tell you. . . something, but he had that look on his face he gets when he’s up to no good, so i think i blacked out. ❞ the crown prince shrugs.
@reversedrole ♡’d
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@reversedrole: [ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍 ]
HE AWAKES WHEN HE FEELS THE MATTRESS SHIFT UNDER BECK’S WEIGHT. his eyes blink open, and he offers her a sleepy smile. ❝ you’re in awfully late. everything okay? ❞ he asks, sliding an arm under her form so he can pull her closer, practically on top of him. maven props himself up some, trying not to look too concerned as he gazes down at her. he brushes his nose along her hairline, pressing a kiss to her forehead. ❝ you can talk to me. ❞
PROMPT: ACCEPTING
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HE DOESN’T PROTEST, not at first, instead, he watches her with lazy eyes as she crawls out of bed and almost tiptoes around the room to gather her clothes, and she’s a vision of soft, perfect curves and pale skin that he wants to put his hands all over --- again and again and again. then she tucks some hair behind her ear, and forty catches sight of the mark he’d left on her neck.
❝ i guarantee that i can be way needier than peach. ❞ he grins, grabbing ahold of her wrist as soon as she comes near the bed and pulling her back down onto it with him. forty kisses her lips first, sweet, but still deep and hungry. ❝ c’mon, baby. one more. ❞ even if no one will ever know w h o left the marks, at least they’ll know that beck’s got someone taking good care of her.
@reversedrole , continued
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you have to believe me when i say that i did what i had to , beck . forty was getting too close . he knew too much . he was smarter than benji , i’ll give you that , but really , beck ? i’m beginning to see a pattern here . you never learn . even your near - death experience couldn’t teach you better . that’s okay , because i can . i will . i don’t give a damn how many bad boyfriends i have to get out of our way before you understand , because i’ll do anything for you , beck . even now . after you broke my heart . that’s what love is . seeing every horrible side of a person and loving them anyway . we are meant to be , beck , and you’ll come to see that . / @reversedrole
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PEACH & BECK / @reversedrole
EVERYTHING WAS PEACEFUL & QUIET. life was perfect. sleepy gaze focuses hazily on the blonde sleeping beside her. the breeze from the open french doors makes her shiver a bit , her frame curling closer against the others side. the morning sun is filtering in ; the way it warms beck’s skin underneath peach’s fingertips as she traces them gently against her arm makes the darker haired woman smile fondly. she has a habit of watching the other -- but who could resist when she looked like a damn angel in this light ?
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@reversedrole cont from x
Have I played my hand too quickly by raising this glaringly obvious truth about your so-called best friend and saboteur? I admire the way you see the best in people, even when they don’t deserve it. But this situation has begun to interfere with us, detracted from you and me. “I’m simply pointing out that Peach can be a little,” crazy--obsessed--codependent, “Clingy.” I give you a pleading look. “Just for tonight can you cut the cord, no phones, just you and me?”
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why don’t we spend the day together tomorrow, just you and me?
meme;; you on lifetime/netflix sentence meme.status;; accepting
music to my ears. finally, peace - just the two of us. no interruptions, no people, no one taking you from me for even a few hours. you’ve read my mind, beck.
❝ that’d be perfect. i think we really deserve it, don’t you?? where do you want to go, your choice. anywhere. ❞
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@reversedrole liked for a starter from joe goldberg.
“So, I was thinking maybe we could do a little getaway this weekend, just the two of us.” No friends butting in to ruin perfectly romantic evenings and no professors with their hands on study sessions and pressing deadlines, no work calls or shipments to be signed for. Just her, and him. “You and me, what do you say?”
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@reversedrole said: ❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞
a thoughtful hum formed in the back of nate’s throat, his head cocking to the side just a touch before he gave a small shrug of his shoulders. “LET’S GET YOU DRUNK, THEN,” he said, the answer coming naturally - getting drunk had been as natural to him as growing up was, so it didn’t seem that odd, or even concerning. like most other kids of people on the upper east side, getting drunk was a natural way of life - a rite of passage. “i’ll buy.” it was the least he could do, wasn’t it?
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