Aug 16, 2024
Love marks are love notes written in flesh! β¨οΈ
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Love marks are love notes written in flesh! β¨οΈ
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she comes to deacon's gig with a half-baked plan in mind. doesn't have an actual reason to show up β other than the simple, stupid fact that she's ridiculously horny for him β but she figures she can claim he left something in her dressing room, or say she heard he'd written song about her, or something. won't really matter what the excuse is, she figures, when he's inside her again. and it's just extra delicious when she finds herself waiting in his dressing room, accompanied by some low level roadie that clearly wants her. it feels like a beautiful opportunity, like a gift, that he'll inevitably walk in and see her flirting with some other guy. gives him a smile that's drenched in faux innocence when he walks in, pretending to be surprised to see him. "oh, hey. fun show." / @euphoriclusts
@euphoriclusts | Edmund Bridgerton and Violet Ledger, Inside Violet's Bedroom at the Ledger Estate
The path of true love never did run easy, yet Violet never expected as much theatrics from a dinner party. The goal was simple; to gather the Bridgerton-Ledger's and pave the path to familiarity before the wedding day. But her mother's agenda could not be stifled, and her passive-aggressiveness shifted into aggression. Talk of Edmund's open-minded ways being dangerous for a young woman of her energy. Or of the Bridgerton's in general; well-mannered and titled as they may be, so firmly egalitarian that her uppity mother thought it improper. When tempers flared (and to her surprise, Edmund's own), the dinner came to a quick end. Holed up in her bedroom, she taps her fingers on the bedside table. Edmund always found her on nights like these, the familiar and hidden route to her bedroom learned since childhood. Yet she worries, and that worry shows when she opens her bedroom door to the lightest of knocks. "I was afraid you would not come." Violet confesses urgently, taking Edmund's arm and pulling him into her chambers before her lady's maid (or heaven forbid, her mother) catch onto his presence. "That was humiliating. Even more so than usual. I-" Violet sighs. "How can I ask you to bear her for the rest of our lives?" How could she ask it of him, when she can barely ask it of herself or her father?
Cont. from @euphoriclusts || Steven and Damian (x)
Damian was one constant in his life. Ever since they met, the man had made Steven infinitely happier, and for that he was so grateful. He had a job where days could get dark and jobs could come home with him, but having a husband who cared as much about others as Damian did, that made everything easier. But the one problem with that was that the other man could see through him as though he were glass, and there was no point hiding anything from him.
"You don't have to apologise. Just got a bit worried, that's all." Steven offered a smile as he got comfortable on the edge of the bed, glancing over to Damian as he was asked what happened. "Just a bad day, that's all. Things went south for a bit. Everything's fine now, but just..." I thought I wasn't going to make it home to you. "Couldn't wait to see you."
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βi know it was a terrible idea, but he justβ¦ he sounded so smug. it's like they're taking pride in knowing they hurt us and it came out before i even realised what i was saying.β she sighs heavily, words muffled against the hands that move to cover her face in embarrassment. what kind of assholes invite their exes to their wedding anyway?
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"what are you doing here?" morgan practically hissed, grip tightening around her red solo cup. technically, anyone could be here β everyone always showed up for her annual birthday bash. it was late. late enough that many people either passed out or moved onto the next party. midnight came and went. although it wasn't technically her birthday anymore, morgan was determined still determined to soak up as much attention as she could. "i told you β we're done. you can't just show up here." a tad dramatic, but she was drunk enough that her filter was long gone.
" how do i get painted out to be the bad guy here when he was the one acting out a line? i was doing the right thing by protecting you from that creep! " || @euphoriclusts ||
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he's always wondered what words are on his soulmate's arm. he talks a lot so it could be anything. it's probably something stupid but he hopes not. he hopes it isn't embarrassing or long or anything ridiculous. not anything that they might resent him for. god, he hopes they don't look at their words and regret them. jasper is fine with his words, they're not, you know, the most complimentary of words but they're not the worst he's ever seen. he knew someone in school who had 'fuck off' on their arm, so like, apples and oranges, right? it doesn't stop him from dreaming about the day somebody says 'you talk lots. must be thirsty, do you want a drink?' to him. he's dreamed about them saying it in every single way imaginable. he really hopes there's humour in it. when he gets into the locker room, he sees the new guy off to one side and jasper, as always, jumps at the chance to talk to him. he drops his bag off by his stall and fixes the sleeve on his arm to make sure his words are hidden, something he both understands and hates before he's bounding across the room to him. "hi! i hope you're settling in okay! if you need anything, you can talk to me. or there's miah, he's the captain so he's probably the best guy if it's team related, but i'm also good for that!" he finishes with a beaming smile directed at the new guy, his new best friend if he has it his way.