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the way many people interact with or perceive or discuss not just finnish players but many non north american players that dont assimilate fully into North Americanism whether that be having super strong accents or not the most refined english ever or “different” behaviors or Whatever makes me think you have to have never met or been close to an immigrant or even someone just ESL and its weird and youre weird. that mans not cunty because he has short answers or whatever, hes just learning a whole new fucking language. doing things that are cultural norms in other countries does not a personality make….. players not assimilating entirely to the Forced American Niceties does not make them Mean or Bitchy…. they exhibit personality traits the same way any north american player would. maybe actually listen to them and read about them and Rub Two Braincells Together before deciding a man’s personality is something entirely incongruent to how he acts when hes comfortable in his home country speaking his first language???
past my bedtime and feeling #vulnerable on main thinking about mystery & my kink for unconditional love ☹️☹️☹️🩷🩷🩷
i’ve been feeling a lil #chud lately because i’ve been really sick & also am gaining a little weight from new meds + kinda stressed over deadline things coming up, but i know mystery would notice the rough time and be so sweet and soft and reassuring about my body insecurities and anxiety :(
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Infamous - Amy (Interactive Fiction)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Main Character/August Pierce
Characters: August Pierce, Main Character (Infamous - Amy)
Additional Tags: Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension
Summary:
Willow and August will make each other go crazy by finding excuses to touch each other, without it leading anywhere!
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Willow skipped towards August's room, their phone in one hand, and hair clipper in the other. They have messaged August earlier in the day, asking for help with shaving their undercut. This was something that Jazzy used to help them with. A weird guilt threatened to fill Willow's chest as they thought about their ex drummer. But this was a great excuse to be with August alone, even for a while, and Willow had to focus on that.
Willow felt like a shy hormonal teenager around August. Finding excuses for touch and connection, instead of having a conversation about whatever was going on between them. They have often wondered if August felt the same. It was always hard to judge what their drummer thought, but considering how often they "accidentally" brushed hands with Willow, or threw their arm around them while walking, they at least partially, had to feel the same need as Willow.
August responded to Willow's request with the ever casual "Sure". Willow had to learn to not take the dry way August texted as a sign of indifference. In contrast, their own texts were always filled with emojis and many exclamation marks. They were, after all, always excited around their drummer.
August opened the door quickly after Willow knocked. Willow couldn't help the grin that made it to their face when they saw August. They looked as gorgeous as always, their hair pulled back and a stripey sweater hanging off their delicate frame.
They were happy to see a smile forming on August's face as well. They said their hellos as August stepped back to let Willow into their hotel room. August's room was pristine, like they barely inhabited it for the past few days.
"I'm surprised you asked me for help. Quite bold to trust the newest band member with clippers near your hair."
"Are you kidding me? Rowan threatened to leave me with an indecent design back there. You're the most trustworthy person for this task." That earned Willow a small snort out of August.
"How do you want to do this then?"
Willow made it to the bathroom at the back of the room.
"Let's do it here, best for clean up." Willow looked at their reflection in the mirror, August standing behind them, waiting patiently for them to plug in the clippers. Willow's hair was already up in a bun on top of their head, revealing an overgrown undercut at the nape of their neck.
"It helps with the heat on the scene," Willow explained unprompted, fiddling with the device "makes all the headbanging easier. Even if I end up all wet from sweat at the end, regardless."
"I've noticed." August's voice is steady but Willow could swear they saw a playful glint in their eyes when they looked back in the mirror.
"Alright should be good to go, just go over the overgrown part." Willow said, handing August the hair clipper.
A shiver already made it through their body when they felt August's hand on the bare skin of their shoulder. They wore a strappy top, for easier clean up. August worked on their task carefully, and Willow used the fact they were so focused, to stare at their attractive face in the mirror. Their long eyelashes caught Willow's attention especially today, and they couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel them flutter against Willow's cheek. August moved the hand resting on their shoulder slightly, and Willow could feel their skin burning from the contact. They started regretting their attire, the skin on skin contact made them feel a bit lightheaded. Willow felt like they haven't been touched so delicately in years.
August's voice pulled them out of their fantasy. "Done." Their eyes met in the mirror. August carefully reached around them to place the clippers on the sink, not breaking eye contact. Willow watched them as they moved their face closer to the back of their neck and made an "o" shape with their lips. Willow felt electricity pass through their whole body when the cold air hit their skin. August blew the little hairs away with their breath. Not satisfied with the result, they raised their hand and slid it over Willow's neck. Willow grasped the rim of the sink to steady themselves. They wanted August to keep touching them. But saying it out loud felt impossible, Willow's usual honesty buried under a mountain of fears, past experiences and dedication to the health of their band. Wanting their drummer to keep touching them could cause issues.
August had to notice the way Willow was holding onto dear life by the sink, or maybe the goosebumps on their skin, or Willow's idiotic expression. They expected August to break the moment, step away and let Willow collect themselves, but instead they brought both of their hands to Willow's shoulders and caressed the sensitive skin there. Willow wanted to lean back into them, to grab their hands and show August where exactly they wanted to feel their touch. They looked at themselves in the mirror, their sight hazy, their skin red, lips parted. All this just from soft touches. August would make them go crazy before this tour ends.
Willow had to break the moment before it went somewhere where they couldn't come back from. As much as it pained them. After all, they had to be the leader.
They twisted around, feeling August's arms dropping to their sides. They were so close to each other, and looking at August straight on, without the mirror translating their face, Willow almost lost all of their determination again.
"Tha...thanks." Willow's voice feet raspy and they needed to clear their throat, the whole experience making their mouth feel dry.
August also looked a bit unsteady but they quickly collected themselves, in their August way.
"Anytime.”
Willow's legs felt wobbly the entire way back to their room.
