Summary: Your favorite client is beside himself when he finds out another man you saw recently deliberately hurt you. Read more of these two here š«¶
Warnings: AU, negative side of sex work, discussing violence, Ari is so soft, 18+
Word count: ~900
Itās just like any other evening with Ari.Ā
Youāre taking it slow, just how he likes it. He guides your movements, dominating in a gentle kind of way. He has you on top of him, letting you grow more and more desperate with each fervent kiss you share.Ā
His hands are warm and firm against your back. They heat up the fabric of the short slip dress you still have on.Ā
Heās no better than you, his desperation growing the same as yours. He holds you tight and rolls over so youāre on your back.Ā
Itās not like him to skip a beat, but he breaks the kiss for just a moment when he swears he felt you flinch. He doesnāt bring attention to it though, deciding he must have imagined it. He doesnāt know why you would have from just that simple movement.
As you continue making out, his hands roam your body, one finding its way to your ass. When he squeezes it, your wince is undeniable this time. Itās followed by a quiet whimper, and itās not the usual sound of pleasure that heās heard from you countless times before.Ā
Most of the men you hook up with wouldn't care to ask, but Ariās different.Ā
āWhat's wrong?āĀ
There's genuine concern in his voice.Ā
āNothing,ā you say quickly, pulling him back down to capture his lips.Ā
Surely you can distract him.Ā
But he doesn't let it go.Ā
His fingers hook on the hem of your dress and he pulls away again, sitting up slightly, so he can look as he pushes the fabric up. It uncovers burns on your skin and some bruising on your hips and back of your thighs.Ā
He looks scared to ask, and you look away from him, dreading having to explain it.Ā
āWhat the hell,ā he mutters, staring at the marks. āWhat is that?ā
You shrug, trying to convince him, and probably yourself, that it's no big deal. āThe guy liked it rough.āĀ
āRough?ā He repeats in disbelief, looking back at you with a look of worry. āSweetheart, those are burnsā¦ā
āIt happens.ā You're short with him. āWax was too hot. Rookie mistake.āĀ
āBut the bruisesā¦āĀ
His fingertips brush over your skin. By the extent of it, he can tell none of it was an accident. And he knows you know that too.Ā
He's right. You know you're lying and you can't do that to him, so you just stop answering.Ā
āHe got off on thisā¦ā He says it so faintly, so badly wanting to be wrong. āOn physically hurting you.ā You don't deny it. āDid you know he was going to take it that far?ā
It's a barely-there movement, but he catches you slowly shaking your head no.
āAsshole,ā he scoffs under his breath.Ā
āIt's part of the job,ā you remind him quietly.Ā
He knows that, but he never thinks of that side of it. The side where men take advantage of you knowing there won't be repercussions.
āNo one should be allowed to actually hurt you.ā
His concern is quickly turning into anger, but he doesn't want to upset you, so he holds back from going off about how he'd love to hunt this guy down.
āIām telling you it's fine, so it's fine.ā Your instinct is to turn defensive. You have no choice but to just put up with some of the bad shit sometimes. āI can take care of myself.āĀ
The way you're defending it hurts him. āBut you shouldn't have to.āĀ
A long moment of silence takes over. You don't really have anything more to say about it.
āDid you at least get those burns checked out?ā He asks carefully. āTo make sure they're not worse than they look?āĀ
A few tears sting your eyes. You're not used to getting any sort of concern out of these guys. And you certainly don't want to get used to it. Most of them really just want what they pay for and nothing else.Ā
But Ariās different. He has been from the beginning. You always joke that you fear he's actually in love with you. But the thing is, you're deathly afraid that if you let your guard down even just a little, you'd realize you have the same feelings.Ā
Even though you're still avoiding looking into his eyes, he notices the tears in yours.Ā
With a gentle touch on your cheek, he's guiding you to finally look at him.Ā
āDon't shut down on me,ā he pleads softly. āLet me take care of you.āĀ
āAriāā Before you go on, you let out a short laugh. It's laced with annoyance. āWhat do you think you're gonna do, huh? Pay me to stop seeing my other clients?āĀ
āI mean, yeahā¦ā It doesn't sound as crazy to him as it does to you. āI could.ā
He's so nonchalant about it, you cock your head and give him a warning look. You can't believe he'd be fucking with you right now.Ā
āAriā¦ā You say his name a lot quieter this time.Ā
āI don't want anyone to have the chance to hurt you ever again.āĀ
You study his face and he looks more serious than you've ever seen him. You're at a loss for words.
Itās like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, itās this fictional guy whoās got her wrapped around his finger. She knows itās fucked upāknows sheās out here daydreaming about someone whoās not even realābut who cares? This guy? Heās everything. Heās charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but thereās just something about him that has her hooked. He doesnāt even know she exists, but sheās ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, sheāll defend his honor like itās a fucking life-or-death mission.
Heās a goddamn trainwreck, but heās her trainwreck. Sheāll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. Heās messed up, but sheāll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe itās that thrill of knowing heās dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but itās the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.
And itās never gonna happen, right? She knows that. Heās not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesnāt matter. Because she gets to have him on her termsāno messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. Heās always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy sheās built for herself. And maybe sheās a little crazy for it, but at least with him, sheās never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future togetherāit's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but sheās never felt more alive.
Warnings: mentions of complications during birth. child with a disability.
Summary: When Azriel is late to one of Feyreās flying lessons she begins to panic as the shadowsinger is never late. But when he shows up with three young children that look exactly like him, more questions sprout in Feyreās mind.
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Feyre waited exactly where she and Azriel had completed her last flying lesson. He had yet to show up and the longer she waited, the more anxious she became. Azriel was never late, in fact he was always there long before Feyre arrived. Even though she knew he was most likely fine, she couldnāt help but let her thoughts go to thoughts she perhaps wished would stay away.Ā
Only moments before she was about to lower the walls around her mind to reach out to Rhys, loud happy giggles were heard through the bushes. Feyre sat up on the rock she was perched on.Ā
A young girl, perhaps around eight years old, stepped through the bushes and Feyre couldnāt help but think the young girl looked awfully familiar. The young girl stilled and shyly stepped back once she noticed Feyre.Ā
Another young girl, Feyre guessed she was a couple of years younger than the first, stepped through the bushes. She looked at Feyre and drew back slightly.Ā
Finally Azriel stepped through the bushes carrying a young boy the same age as the second girl. Feyre looked between the four of them, stunned.Ā
āSorry I showed up late,ā Azriel said, setting the young boy down on the floor. Feyre noticed the young boy not putting any pressure on his right leg and lent on his sister for support.Ā
āWhat is this?ā Feyre asked, clearly at a loss for words.Ā
āTheyāre my children,ā Azriel said as if it were obvious.Ā
It was in fairness. But the complete casualness in which Azriel spoke was what was off putting to Feyre. The three children were clearly related to Azriel if the wings sprouting from their backs was anything to go off. The oldest girl looked almost identical to Azriel. The same shade of hair, the same colour eyes, the same quiet demeanour. The only thing Feyre couldnāt place was the shape of her nose and lips. The younger girl and boy still resembled Azriel and the other girl but they seemed to inherit most of their looks from their mother, whoever it was.Ā
āYou have children?ā Feyre asked. āSince when?ā
Azriel looked at the oldest girl. āSelene is seven, so seven years.ā
Feyre shook her head. āThatās not what I meant.ā
Azriel smirked and it was clear now that he was just teasing her. āI know. The reason why I never told you is because I only tell people I fully trust, and you are becoming that. That is why I brought them today.ā
āBut Daddy, you said that you had to bring us because Mummy had to work,ā the young boy said, limping over to a rock.Ā
āShhh,ā Azriel said to his son who smiled wide, one front tooth missing.Ā
Feyre smiled. It was nice to see Azriel in this light. āWhoās their mother?ā
A small blush coated Azrielās cheeks at the mention of his childrenās mother. āHer name is Y/N. After Rhys went Under the Mountain, I met her. I did feel guilty because I found happiness in a time where I didnāt know what was happening to my brother. But she helped me through all of the pain and misery she helped all of us really.ā
Feyre looked at the three children as they bickered amongst themselves. āWhat are their names?ā
āWell the eldest is Selene, named after my mother. Then the twins are Elowen and Tiberius. Elowen is older by a few hours. There were some complications with their birth, it is why Tiberius walks with a limp. He sometimes cannot gather the strength to walk or stand, though that rarely stops him from attempting to join Cassian in training.ā
Feyre looked at the young boy who was smiling widely. āYou are lucky, Azriel.ā
Azriel smiled at his children. āI know.ā
āWill I be able to meet Y/N at some point?ā Feyre asked. āShe sounds wonderful.ā
āYes you can,ā Azriel said. āIn fact she has asked about you on a few occasions.ā
āWhy have you never brought her to a family dinner?ā Feyre asked.Ā
Azriel folded his arms across his chest as he looked at his children. Within his eyes Feyre could only see the pure love he held for them. Only a singular shadow lingered around Azrielās shoulders, the rest of them were surrounding his children, both playing with them but protecting them first and foremost.Ā
āIt was more to do with trust than anything else,ā Azriel answered. āI donāt let just anyone around my family. It took me nearly three years to even introduce Cassian, Mor and Amren to Y/N. I am a protective male, it is in my nature. Even though I am sure Y/N can protect herselfā she teaches self defence classes for anyone who believes they need them.ā At the mention of Y/N, Feyre noticed the shift in Azrielās tone. He sounded softer, more thoughtfulā he sounded in love.Ā
āAnyway,ā Azriel continued, āwhen Selene was born, I knew at that moment I would stop at nothing to protect her. I wouldnāt let anything harm her or even come close to hurting her. The same goes for Elowen and Tiberius. I am nearly five-hundred and fifty years old, I have made a lot of enemies over the years. If any were to find out about my family then they will all be put at risk and everyone knows I will slaughter a path to get to them, it doesnāt matter who is in the way. I know I should have told you about them before now as you have done far more than exceed my trust.ā
āItās okay,ā Feyre said in reassurance. āYou had your reasons for not introducing me. Valid reasons at that.ā
Azriel only nodded and straightened his posture. āNow, are you ready for that flying lesson?ā
āAre you going to go easy on me since your children are here?ā Feyre asked, hoping to fill her heart.
Azriel snorted. āAbsolutely not.ā
Feyre sighed before feeling a small comforting tap against her arm. She looked down to find Elowen.Ā
āGood luck,ā the young girl said with a tight lipped smile.Ā
Summary: One beach house. One festival. One summer to fall in love.
Warnings: drug usage (weed n edibles), alcohol, mor & cass legit being siblings, reader & az being a lil touchy, az being vulnerable, some insecurities
Word Count: 5.7k
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It was 7:09 AM when you woke, a golden sheen slowly seeping through your curtains. Your phoneās screen was still dimmed, locked in Do Not Disturb for another two hours, and your body protested the movement to slip out of bed. You weren't generally an early riser, never found much enjoyment in waking before necessary. But as you stepped onto the balcony and watched the world greet the day, you began to understand the appeal. You savored the sense of calm, letting it seep into your bones.Ā
In a little over three hours youād be back in the Summit Pulse parking lot preparing for the second day, stomach full of spiked seltzers and a full face of sunscreenā with extra on your nose.Ā Ā
You glanced back towards Azrielās room. The curtains were still drawn tight, no light escaping through them. He must still be asleep. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you recalled the night beforeā Azriel bathed in the moonlight, eyes closed and a smile hanging on his lips.Ā
You sat in the memory for a few more moments before you headed to the kitchen.
You stopped in your tracks as you rounded the corner of the stairs.Ā
Azriel stepped in from the back door, a ray of sunlight pouring into the space behind him. It illuminated his figure almost perfectly. He had clearly come back from a run: black shorts and matching tennis shoes to match. But his shirtāhis shirt was no longer on his body, but rather in his hands. He wiped it across his face and your gaze fell down to his torso, tracing the detailed black ink across his arms and chest. The small droplets of water clinging to his skin didnāt look like sweat, and his hair was too damp to be attributed to the run alone. He mustāve rinsed off in the outdoor shower.
āHi Az.ā
You hoped your voice sounded steady, that it wasn't weighed down by sleepā or, worse, tinged with a longing that could betray how blatantly you had been staring.
Azrielās head snapped up, eyes widening as he registered your presence. He pulled his shirt down to his chest, the motion hurried and frantic like that of a chaste Victorian woman covering her bosom. You glanced down at the movement then back up to his eyes and raised an amused brow. The corners of your lips twitched with a smile.
A pink hue spread across his cheeks as he cleared his throat, stepping fully into the threshold of the kitchen.
āLook whoās scaring who now.ā
āSorry,ā you replied, a similar flush now painting your cheeks. You dropped your gaze and moved further into the kitchen. āI guess I need a cat collar too.ā
āMaybe,ā he mused with a small laugh. The sound rippled through you. āYouāre up early.ā
āYou are too. Did you go for a run?ā
Azriel nodded, his fingers drumming a gentle rhythm on the kitchen counter. āI did.ā
āVery impressive.ā
A slight grin touched his lips. āIt helps clear my mind.ā
The idea of a clear mind seemed incredibly appealing at the moment. You were excited for the day aheadātruly, you were. But there was still an anxious flutter in your stomach, a sense of stress that made your skin prickle.
āMaybe I should go for a run too, then.ā
Azriel tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he studied you. Normally, youād find extended eye contact uncomfortable, feeling exposed under anyone elseās gaze. But with Azriel, it felt differentāless intrusive. He opened his mouth to respond, but the backdoor slid open again, admitting another stream of sunlight.Ā
Cassian stepped in, shirtless of course, and a large smile spread across his features as he took in the sight before him.
āY/n,ā he greeted. āUp bright and early, I see.ā
āI am,ā You said with a smile. You gestured to his form with your chin. āGuess I missed the shirtless memo, though.ā
Cass chuckledā a hearty sound that pulled the corners of your lips even higher. He strolled over to you with a wink. āHey, no oneās opposed.ā
You flicked a glance at Azriel. The blush on his cheeks seemed to deepen, though it was hard to tell if it was the lighting or just your imagination. Cassian walked to the cupboards, pulling out a glass and filling it at the sink. You watched as he took a long sip, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
āWe ready for today?ā He asked cheerfully, turning to fill the cup up again. āI think it's my favorite lineup.ā
āMe too,ā Az said. You glanced over at him, eyes tracing the curve of his mouth as it blossomed into a smile. āI feel like the sets will be great.ā He tossed a glance your way.
Cassian guzzled down another glass of water before he nodded at Azriel. āYou gonna shower?ā
They shared a bathroom hereā a large one found in between both of their rooms. According to everyone in the house, their shower had a water pressure that rivaled yours. Morrigan had told you to use their shower whenever you had the time, claiming that their showering experience was elite and totally unfair. You hadnāt had the opportunity as of yet.
Azrielās gaze flickered to you once more before he gave Cass a smile. āNah man,ā he said, āYou can hop in.ā
Cassian grinned. āSweet. See you guys in a bit.āĀ
It wasnāt until you heard the echo of his heavy footsteps upstairs that you turned back to Azriel. His eyes were trained on you, that warm, inviting look still on his face. Even from feet apart, you could see the gold in his eyesāand you thanked the morning sun for giving the house such great lighting.
You offered him a smile and made your way around the kitchen.
The fridge and the cupboards were all stocked thanks to you, Azriel, and Feyreās thorough grocery list, so you found what you needed within a minute. Some bagels, eggs, cheese, bacon, and cream cheese.
Azriel craned his head to take in the assortment in front of you. āI thought you preferred lighter breakfasts?ā You met his gaze as he continued, āSimple cream cheese with nothing else.ā
Something in your chest stirred. A people-watcher, indeed. Even after two years of little interaction, Azriel still remembered something as small as your light stomach in the morning.
āI do. But I need something heavier so I donāt waste twenty bucks on a mediocre pizza slice.ā
Azriel grimaced, the skin on his nose scrunching in a way that seemed entirely too soft for his striking, sharp features. āYeah,ā he said with a low whistle, āThe prices were steep.ā
You nodded and pulled out two bagels. āI also think Mor is going to need a heavy breakfast. Something nice and greasy.ā
Mor had started off Summit stronger than any of you. You stopped counting how many drinks sheād managed to get through sweet-talking. Sheād been generous to share the wealth among you, switching between who she would give the free drink to. There was no doubt sheād saved a good dent in your wallets. But even with all of her graciousness, Morrigan had drunk her fair share.
Azriel let out a sound of understanding and moved around the counter, situating himself next to you. āThen let me help.ā
You accepted the offer with another smile. Youād been offering those to him a lot recently, so much so that it felt like your cheeks naturally tugged at your lips in his presence. Azriel pulled out a pan, turning on the stove. You caught his stare as you were cutting the bagels in two.
āWhat is it?ā
You fought the urge to bring a hand to your faceādid you have something? Some remnants of crust around your eyes from sleep? Youād washed off, gotten ready before you came down, but maybe youād missedā
āNothing,ā Azriel shrugged. āIām sure Mor will appreciate breakfast. Itās sweet of you to think of her.ā
Right on cue, the groan of a very hungover Mor filtered into the room. Azriel went back to tending to the stove before you had a chance to pull a response from your throat.
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You had to give credit where credit was due: Cassian knew his audience.Ā
Youād only been in Summit for about an hour and a half and he had already secured a handful of numbers from various admirers.Ā
You watched as he brought a hand to his face, absently stroking his mustache as he talked to Rhys. There was something about Cassian that drew people in; a friendly and approachable magnetic charm that was often lost on Rhysand and Azriel. It wasnāt that the two other boys were less attractive, no, but their beauty was sharperā finer. Intimidating. Cassian, despite his large stature, was someone youād talk to in public.Ā
It didnāt hurt that he knew how to present himself. He loved his hair oils and the meticulously chosen skin-care products that he used. Cassian was sensitive to smells, couldn't handle anything with fragrances, so he was loyal to a specific skincare company manufactured in Milan. You thought it was extremely overpriced. He argued that beauty was priceless.Ā
This summer had also made one thing abundantly clear: the man knew how to dress.
His sleeveless black Harley Davidson shirt clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, exposing his muscular arms and the tattooed wings extending down his biceps. Loose blue jeans hung low on his hips, cinched by a rugged belt, and the fucker was wearing bootsā goddamn cowboy boots in the 80 degree weather.Ā
You didnāt want to admit that it worked.Ā
It looked greatāeffortlessly cool, like he belonged in a vintage motorcycle ad. You were stewing in your envy. You, Mor and Feyre had planned your outfits in advance, spent days deciding which vibes for which days. Cass outdressed you all. It wasnāt even a contest.Ā
āItās not fair.ā
Morās whine pulled you back into the present, the sounds of Summit crashing back into focus. Rays of the sun prickled on your skin as your gaze traveled to the blonde, a small pout on her lips and a scowl written into the crease between her brows.Ā
You were all standing in a loose circle. Az stood close on one side of you, with Mor on the other. Cassian, Feyre, and Rhys were across from you, their backs to a sea of people watching the set of a band you didnāt recognize. You were all still recovering from the last performance, a sense of sweat still clinging to your skin from the densely packed bodies youād rubbed against.Ā
āWhat isnāt fair?ā Feyre asked.Ā
Mor gestured around at the crowd, her expression bordering on exasperated. āI canāt figure out whoās gay here. Itās like a terrible game of Whereās Waldo.ā
Rhys opened his mouth to reply, but Mor wasnāt finished.Ā
āWe used to have a culture, y'know? Carabiners, septum rings, two short nails!ā She raised her hand, wiggling her fingers for emphasis. āTell me why every girl here is dressed like my ex.ā
You snorted at the familiar rant and Cass let out a sigh, rolling his eyes as he took a swig of his drink. Mor had been on a roll all morning. Sheād denied it for the past half hour, but you all knew that she was pissed Cassian was getting more numbers than she was. She could get free drinks from guys and ditch them, but the girls seemed too intimidated to talk to her. That, or they just assumed her friendliness was exactly that: friendliness. Platonic.Ā
Mor shot him a look. āDonāt roll your eyes at the rich history ofāā
Cassian rolled is eyes again. āOkay, Iām not rolling my eyes atāāĀ
āAnd you did it again!ā
Cassianās lips tightened.āI was rolling my eyes because your ex did not dress this nice.ā
His gaze drifted to a sight beyond her, golden eyes scanning the crowd. His head followed the movement of a group of people passing by. āDefinitely not this nice,ā he finished, voice trailing off as his mind wandered elsewhere.
āShe dressed fine.ā
Cass didnāt respond. Feyre leaned in closer to Rhys, whispering something in his ear as they both exchanged amused glances. Mor snapped her fingers in an attempt to pull Cassian back to their conversation, but his head remained turned. He brought his drink to his lips as she shot you a frown.Ā
āI think heās ignoring you,ā Rhys told her, leaning forward with a mockingly innocent grin on his face.
āThank you, Rhys,ā She said through gritted teeth. āYou are so helpful.ā
āYou just need to beat him,ā he replied. āYou really gonna let Cass out-flirt you?ā
Morās annoyance seemed to dissipate, replaced by a glint of determination. If there was anything more pronounced than Morās flair for the dramatic, it was her relentless drive to surpass those around her. Though it sounded bad, her ambition was never born of malice and only really came out around men. Her competitive streak was something youād grown used to over the years, a trait that was likely to serve her well in her legal career. It certainly served her well in every debate held by Professor Davids.
You let Mor and Rhys fade into the background again as you felt a stare burning into youā a warmth that was more welcoming than it was hot or uncomfortable.Ā
You turned and met Azriel's steady, intense gaze. It made your skin tingle. "What?ā
Azriel didnāt answer right away. Instead, he motioned to the corner of his lip with the hand not holding his drink. "You have somethingā¦ā
You quickly brushed your fingers against your face, trying to find and remove whatever it was that had him staring. You could feel your cheeks heating up, the memory of another moment flashing in your mindāhis touch lingering on your temple after the bonfire, the way his fingertips had burned against your skin as he wiped away the sand.Ā
āDid I get it?ā
Azriel leaned in, studying your face with that same careful concentration.Ā He was so close now that you could smell the faint scent of the beer he was holding, mingling with something distinctly Azrielāwarm and familiar.Ā
Ā āI donāt knowā¦ itās just someā¦ā
āSome what?āĀ
The barest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips. You frowned at the motion.Ā
āSome drool,ā Azriel said, his expression shifting into a smirk. āProbably from when you were blatantly checking Cass out.ā
āHa ha,ā you retorted, rolling your eyes. A smile grew on your lips despite yourself.Ā
Azrielās grin widened and you swiped his drink. āGive me that,ā you mumbled, hoping the can would hide your flushed cheeks.
You wiped at your mouth again, just to be safe, and gestured vaguely in Cassianās direction, "His outfit goes so hard, Az. I have to stare."
Azriel raised an eyebrow. āHis fit?ā
"Are you feeling left out?" you teased. "I can stare at you next."
As if you werenāt planning on it anyway, your gaze already sweeping over his form. But youād gotten your stare in this morning, admiring him in the car from the backseat. Like most of Azrielās outfits, his clothes today were simpleā loose black t-shirt and shorts, sneakers, and a black hat to match. While you missed his curls on full display, you couldnāt complain too much. The hat looked great on him.Ā
With a casual shrug, he reached to take his drink back from you. "Maybe."
You laughed, letting your voice drop into an exaggerated, overly sweet tone. āAzriel, Iām so sorry for not staring at you. Let me objectify you right now and make this right.ā
He rolled his eyes dramatically, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. Still grinning, you tugged his hands down to you, making sure he was fully paying attention. "Iām serious," you continued, mockingly sincere. "Letās fix this before it ruins our friendship."
Azriel shook his head, still smiling, but there was a softness in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. Feyreās laugh pulled your attention back to the group.Ā
Her cheeks rounded as she smiled, wrapping an arm around Morās shoulders. āI think the heat is getting to you, babe. Letās get something nice and cold.ā
Feyre flashed you a smile and gave a nod for you to follow. You and Azriel trailed behind the group, and you took the opportunity to bat your eyelashes dramatically, giving him an exaggerated, adoring look. Just then, Mor leaned her head back and reached an arm behind her for you to grab.Ā
With a playful shove, Az pushed you away. āGet out of here,ā he murmured, still grinning. You flashed him a bright smile then skipped forward to take Morās hand.
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While excitement had hummed beneath your skin all morning at the thought of seeing the smaller set with Azriel, anxiety had trailed closely behind it, nipping at the edges of your thoughts. Realistically, you knew it was sillyāleaving the group for an hour and a half at most wasnāt a big deal. It wasnāt life or death. In the grand scheme of things, it was nothing.
Except to you, it was everything.
Because in a few months, you were going to disrupt a much grander, more important plan. Mor would start planning for law school, and youād have to tell herāand everyone elseāthat you didnāt want any of it. So, you didnāt want to start changing plans now. You wanted this summer to be perfect, for this festival to go exactly how everyone else wanted. Youād have fun no matter what. And deep down, whether you wanted to admit it or not, you felt like you still needed to make it up to everyoneāfor the time youād lost while dating Eris, for the small angerāno, disappointmentātheyād felt when you started seeing him.
But today, the world blessed you.
Mor and Cass had met two girls. āTwins,ā Cass had grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. āTheyāre twins!ā
Feyre and Rhys were more than happy to enjoy the bigger sets alone, standing behind the sea of people, savoring the experience from afarāRhys behind her with his hand wrapped securely around her waist. Cass and Mor disappeared into the crowd, hands clasped with their respective twin, diving into the thickest part of the masses.
And you and Azriel had headed for the smaller stage on the east side of the festival grounds.
Now, you found yourself standing alone in the crowd. Az had headed off to the bathroom a little while ago, insisting he didn't want to risk leaving too late and wanted to beat the gummy.
It had been around forty minutes since you'd taken the ediblesāones you'd carefully pulled from a small baggie that once held a spare button for a sweater your mother had bought you for church.
āSour apple,ā youād told him with a knowing smile. āI know those are your favorite.ā
Azriel had given you a soft smile in return, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he accepted. There was something comforting about the exchange, a sense of nostalgia that made you feel eighteen again, transported back to your freshman dorm when you and Az would eat these same gummies, lay on the ground, and listen to music.
A body stumbled back into you and you blinked, taking in the man before you. He was cute in an indie festival kind of wayājorts, a button-up with only the top button done by his neck, the rest open to reveal a plain white tank.
āOh, shit,ā he said, putting a hand out in apology. āIām so sorry.ā
āYouāre good,ā you replied, giving him a polite smile. Your eyes felt heavy and you bit back the urge to let your smile widenānot for him, but because of the dizzying feeling in your head. This was great. You felt great. But god, you wished he would look away. The man only cleared his throat, the action almost endearing in its awkwardness.
āSorry about that.ā
You raised an eyebrow. āYou already said that.ā
āRight.ā
He turned back to his friends, tossing them a glance, and then faced you again. There was a sweet smile on his face.
āIām Aiden, by the way.ā
āCool,ā you managed to say, your mouth dry. He extended a hand. It took you a moment to register that he was offering it for a shake. You lifted a heavy hand and shook his, the contact sending a shiver through your body. You pulled your hand back, but he kept staringāeyes wide like a puppy.
āOh, my bad,ā you laughed. āY/n.ā
āCool,ā he said, repeating your earlier words. He shifted on his feet, looking between you, the crowd, his group behind him, and the stage.
āThis is like my favorite band,ā he said, tossing a thumb over his shoulder. āItās bittersweet that theyāre getting recognized. Like, Iām happy 'cause they deserve it, but I know I wonāt be able to afford any more tickets.ā
Your mind wasnāt keeping up with the conversation but you let him ramble anyway. He was nice. Harmless, truly. In any other circumstance, youād probably engage more. But it was hot, the crowd was getting more condensed, and your high was slowly cresting. You needed to stop smiling so much. Your cheeks were hurting. And Azrielāwhere was Azriel?
You nodded as Aiden kept talking, his words blending into the background noise of the festival. He settled down and gave you an awkward laugh, perhaps realizing you werenāt entirely following along.
A hand slid around your waist, and you melted into the touch of those familiar ridges on your exposed skin.
āSorry I took so long,ā Azriel said. āI got you this.ā His other hand reached around and offered you a drink.
Aiden blinked, glancing up at Azriel with a brief look of surprise before he quickly masked it. They exchanged a few wordsāsomething about the crowd and the setābut you were too focused on the hand still wrapped securely around your waist. The last time heād had an arm wrapped around you was two years ago, but now, every slight movement of his fingers was magnified by the tingling sensation in your body.
You lifted the drink to your lips. It wasnāt alcoholic. Instead, an icy, tart taste of frozen lemonade flooded your senses. You smiled, nodding in appreciation at the flavor, at the way it felt in your mouth. You felt Azrielās chuckle more than you heard it.
āThought you might like that,ā he said.
āHow?ā
Your heartbeat quickened as Azriel leaned in, lips hovering your ear. āIt started hitting me in the bathroom,ā he murmured, voice low and slightly rough.
Your eyes widened slightly and a grin spread across your face. Azriel grinned back almost instantly. āSaw the drink on the way back. Perfect for cotton mouth, yeah?ā
You took another sip with an approving hum. āYouāre a genius, Az. I could kiss you.ā
You missed the way he blushed, eyes darting away for a second before he composed himself. His grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly, and he chuckled softly, his expression half-amused, half-flustered. āSave it for later,ā he replied, trying to sound casual, but the hint of color still in his cheeks betrayed him.
Azriel slowly pulled away and you instantly felt the absence of his touch, the spot where his hand had rested feeling empty and exposed.
āCan I grab something from your bag?ā
You nodded, lifting a hand to let him unzip your small purse. He had stashed some of his things in there earlier when youād offeredāhis wallet, keys, and his camera, which he now carefully retrieved. His movements seemed slow, deliberateāor maybe that was just you and your high.
āWhat are you doing?ā you asked, your voice soft and slightly muddled.
Azriel glanced up at you, a small, secretive smile playing on his lips. He held the camera up.Ā
You immediately shook your head, a playful groan escaping your lips. āNooo, not now,ā you protested, already imagining the awkwardness of your gummy-induced smile being immortalized on film.
āCāmon.ā
You shot him a pleading look. āAz,ā you said, drawing out his name as if it could somehow convince him to let you off the hook.
āY/n,ā he countered, mimicking your tone. āYouāre going to deny me of my artistic pleasures?ā
āPleasures?ā you echoed, the word rolling off your tongue with a chuckle. āFine, fine. Okay. One photo.ā
Azriel lifted the camera and you smiledāa real, genuine smile that was all for him. He took the picture and you leaned into him to view the screen.Ā
āI look terrible,ā you said with a grimace.
Azriel shook his head, turning to face you. His eyes glimmered beneath the brim of his cap, a soft smile playing on his lips. āHow can you not see it?āĀ
You frowned at his words. But before you could ask what he meant, a light tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. The girl standing behind you sported a bright smile on her face.
āDo you guys want one together?āĀ
You and Az stayed still, staring at her with slightly narrowed eyes, brows both burrowed. She glanced at the camera in Azrielās hands, then back at the two of you. āA picture,ā she clarified with a small smile. āI can take one of you guys.ā
You blinked, exchanging a slow look with Azriel before nodding. āOh, right! Yes, thank you,ā you said, stepping closer to him as he handed her the camera.
You stood next to him, a little stiff at first, but then Azrielās hand wrapped around your waist again and you melted into his touch. The girl smiled at the sight, lifting the camera to snap the photo. She handed it back. āYāall are so cute. Let me know if you want another.ā
You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at the complimentā a compliment intended for a couple. You glanced at Azriel. His expression seemed unfazed, though, as he took the camera from her with another thank you. He brought the screen closer and you both looked at the picture.
The photo was perfect. A wave of warmth spread through your chest, something deep and bright. It traveled through your entire body, down to your fingertips and your toes.Ā
Azrielās gaze remained fixed on the screen. āI usually donāt like photos of myself,ā he said. āBut I really like this one.ā
āWell, you look good,ā you replied.
āI look happy.ā
You looked up at this, your eyes meeting his. The distance between you seemed to shrink and you could feel the heat of his body close to yours. It felt like every fiber of your being was on fire, heightened by the festival's energy and the intoxicating closeness you now found yourself in.
Why was it hard to breathe?
A loud cheer erupted from the crowd as the band took the stage. The noise jolted you out of the moment, and you both fumbled to put the camera back in your purse. Azrielās gaze lingered on you for a moment longer. Then he settled behind you.Ā
The band kicked off, and the music surged through the crowd, a force that seeped into your skin. You grinned as the world blurred into a pleasant haze, colors and sounds swirling in rhythm. The euphoria of being high intensified with each beat, and the band sounded even better liveāthis was one of your best decisions in a while.
You could feel Azriel behind you as you swayed to the beat and his hand settled lightly on your waist. It was a gentle touch, clearly there for support to keep you from swaying too far. It sent a shiver down your spine all the same and you instinctively leaned back into him, pressing closer. Azrielās touch initially stiffened, but seconds later he relaxed, his arm wrapping around you more securely.
You tightened your grip on your drink and looked up at him. His returning smile made your heart skip. Eyes closed, Azriel moved to the beat, still smiling. You followed his lead, letting the music guide you both.
Soon, the crowd, the sun, and noise faded into the background, leaving just the two of you lost in the music.
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The overcast sky draped your surroundings in a soft, gray light.
The set had ended half an hour ago, but you and Azriel had stayed put, lingering even after the crowd around you, including Aiden, had dispersed. Eventually, the call of the munchies became irresistible, and you both decided to get food. Now, with a few street tacos and a soda down, you were sitting on the large grassy expanse in the middle of Summits festival ground, next to Az as he nursed his basket of fries.
āI wish I could play music like that,ā he said. His voice was steady but something pricked at your skin as he talked, a lingering sense of something sad, something bitter. āConnect with people through something other than words.ā
You studied him for a moment, eyes tracing a path from the baseball cap on his head to the curls that stuck out from beneath it, down to his face as he brought a fry to his mouth.
āYou say that like you canāt.ā He looked over at you as you spoke, a contemplative expression crossing his features. You tilted your head at him. āYouāre only twenty-two, Az. You have a lifetime to do whatever you want.ā
The right corner of his mouth tugged upwards. He raised a brow as he picked another fry but didnāt bring it to his mouth. His gaze fell to his hands. The same hands that had stayed wrapped around your waist the entire set.Ā
āI donāt think itās that easy.ā
You let the silence stretch, watching as his eyes darted back and forth, scanning his surroundings, lost in thought. When he finally looked back up at you, you maneuvered yourself to face him, crossing your legs.
āThe things that are worth it are not always easy,ā you said softly. āWhatās stopping you?ā
Azriel looked down again, then back up at you with those deep, hazel eyes. The brim of his cap cast a shadow on his face, making his eyes seem darker, clouded by his thoughts. He raised a hand, almost defeated, and gave a humorless laugh.
āI canāt exactly play guitar.ā He ran his thumb along his fingers, tracing the raised ridges of his skin. āThe strings get caught. Hurts too bad.ā
You wanted to say you were sorry because, truly, you were. But you didnāt. You were sorry he thought that way, that he saw this part of himself as something completely and utterly debilitating.
āDjango Reinhardt had severe burns across his hands. Heās considered a jazz legend. Developed his own unique way to play and everything.ā
Azrielās brows furrowed slightly but he said nothing, just listened. He could tell you had more to say. You took a small breath and continued, āIām not saying it wouldnāt be incredibly difficult. But itās always possible. Especially for people like you.ā
He blinked. āPeople like me?ā
You nodded, tapping your temple with your finger. āThe strongest minds can do the hardest things.ā
The sun peeked through the clouds, lighting the grass around you. Azriel smiled then, like he was in disbelief. You couldnāt imagine why.
āYou think I have a strong mind?ā
You nodded again and leaned forward to pick a fry from his basket, bringing it to your mouth. Your high had dissipated, but some still lingered, and the small fry tasted incredible.
āOr,ā you said, leaning forward to grab another fry. Azrielās eyes twinkled with amusement. āYou could always be a spy.ā
He laughed, the sound starting as a snort, and then he leaned back casually, his arms extended behind him, palms pressing into the grass. His muscles flexed subtly with the pose, his tattooed wings peeking out from beneath the short sleeves of his shirt. You tried not to stare at the way his physique was accentuated, tried not to think about how his chest felt against your back in the crowd.Ā
āWhat?ā you asked when he gave you a look. āWhatās that face for?ā
He shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips. From your view of the side of his face, you could see the small dimple in his cheek deepen as he said, āYou gotta drop that whole spy thing.ā
āWhy? Itās so perfect.ā
Azriel rolled his head to look at you, just staring.
You shook your head at him. āSee, thatās something a spy would do. Stare and try to intimidate.ā
āIām not trying to intimidate you.ā
āNo?ā
He shook his head.
āJust staring?ā
He shrugged, but the corners of his lips lifted into a cheeky grin.
You squinted at him, your gaze falling to the basket of fries next to him. Your mouth was still dry but somehow watering for another taste. He caught your sight quickly, letting out a small laugh and sitting up to pass the basket to you.
āSee,ā you said, holding the fries tenderly, as if they were precious. āYou can even read my mind. Perfect.ā
āSpies canāt read minds.ā
āNo,ā you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. āBut they can read people.ā
Azriel raised an eyebrow, his face reflecting his deep contemplation. You could practically hear his familiar āYeah?ā as you looked at him.Ā
āMaybe I can just read you.ā
Your stomach flipped. āThen what am I thinking about right now?ā
Azriel stared at you for a moment. You suddenly regretted asking the question because all you could think about now were his eyes, the way he was looking at you, and the tingling sensation in your body. God, it was a good thing he couldnāt actually read minds.
āIām actually not sure,ā he said, his voice low, as if confessing something. āBut what Iām thinking about is how much you love those fries.ā
āStop,ā you whined. āTheyāre good.ā You paused, looking down at your fries. You tossed a side glance at Azriel. āAnd Iām also still a little high, okay? Donāt be mean.ā
He laughed, sitting upright and wiping his hands clean. He leaned into you. āI know,ā he said. āIām still a bit high too.ā
āYou are?ā
Azriel nodded, a grin breaking out on his face. You started to notice the smaller details now, how slow his breathing was, how his eyes were still squinted. The redness in them was hidden under the shadow of his hat.
āWhy do you think Iām not saying much?ā
You felt your heart skip a beat. āYou never say much.ā
He only grinned wider.Ā
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authors note: these parts will probably get longer hehe. i just luv this lil friendship that has all of this chemistry sprinkled into it. i have their future kisses/moments already written and yall... i do believe the wait is a lil worth it. also pls let me know if your tags work! š„ŗ
Your mental health matters, itās not an excuse and certainly not a āmid excuseā.. please take all the time you need! Iām sending all the good vibes š
Iām so happy that I was able to help! I completely understand all the pressure- maybe not the deadlines, but I happen to think youāre doing great and everyone could be a little patient with you š
I also get the shutting down- Iāve had some major life changes over the last year and have barely been on tumblr until like a couple months ago- when life piles up on me I tend to shut everyone out for a little while š
i think villains in general provide better, more epic romances because they're allowed to go to extremes. they're allowed to put their love over the greater good. they're allowed to be selfish. the best a hero can offer you is number two, because their duty comes first. villains, though. villains will burn down the world for a last kiss goodbye.
Okay so this is super random but in the Discord server I co-own we have different AUās, most of them I have on here as verses (the link to those is in my pinned post) and we have playlists for most of those AUās but the one with the most songs is the Breakups AU one- and it has 3 likes, 2 of which Iām not sure who they came from because my darlinā is one and I made the playlist so š„“ Anywayssss- I wanted to see if when you type in ābreakupā to Spotify how many playlists there is before you find mine- the exact title is āThe Breakups šā and the photo is of someone holding a rose and a lighter, lighting the rose on fire-
š for Killion, Kolphina, Nikbella, Briley, and any of our other ships you wanna include š„“ (thereās so many Iām blanking on a lot of them- š„“š)
Send in š and Iāll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse.
Okay so I added a few that are some more of my favorites too (at least from the muses you're putting on Tumblr) but if I did all of them this post would be miles long š„“š And some of these won't be on here cause they'll be on my separate accounts (unless I just move them all here-)
Klaus x Dillon (Killion)
Dillon: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?
Klaus: You mean literally or figuratively?
Dillon: Honestly, the fact that I have to specifyā¦
Seraphina x Kol (Kolphina)
Seraphina: Is something burning?
Kol: Just my love for you.
Seraphina: Kol, the toaster is on fire.
Nikolai x Arabella (Nikbella)
Arabella, pointing: May I sit there?
Nikolai: That's my lap
Arabella: That doesn't answer my question, Nikolai.
Jake x Brooklyn (Briley)
Jake: What is your biggest weakness?
Brook: I can be uncooperative.
Jake: Okay, can you give me an example?
Brook: No.
Marcel x Rebekah (Rebel)
Rebekah: Iām going to take you out
Marcel: Great, itās a date!
Rebekah: I meant that as a threat.
Marcel: See you at five!
Phoenix x Kai (KaiPhoenix)
Phoenix: Violence isn't the answer.
Kai: Youāre right.
Phoenix: sighs in relief
Kai: Violence is the question.
Phoenix: What?
Kai, bolting away: And the answer is yes.
Phoenix, running after him: NO-
Cordelia x Isaac (Isaalia)
Isaac: I've already sent good vibes your wayā¦ theyāre coming. Thereās nothing you can do to stop them.
Cordelia: This is the most threatening way Iāve ever been cheered up.
Steph x Buck x Eddie (ship name pending)
Eddie, trying to ask Steph out: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Buck: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?
Iād do it anonymously but it would be super obvious- š„“
Obviously our ships from discord are my favorite and Iām very excited to bring them here š„“
Anonymously or not tell me what your favorite ship for my muse is.
It would be š„“ And they're mine too š„ŗ I hadn't had a whole lot of luck with ships in the past (you know that- especially with phoenix) but ours have seriously come so far and I love each and every one of them sm š¤ I'm also super excited to bring them here, I just hope Tumblr is prepared for all that cuteness š š„“
Gonna watch an episode or two of Teen Wolf with my darlin' and then I'll be around more to work on stuff- though I'll probably reblog some memes and things.. I'm also gonna be working on Valerie and Scarlet's backstories and about docs too-
Now, before we get into this Iād like it to be known that I never wanted it to come to this. I never wanted this to get dragged out the way it has been, especially since everything was said and done for well over a year. All parties involved have since moved on and it hasnāt been an issue until now.
Letās start from the beginning, shall we?
In late March/early April of 2021 I started to branch out a little more in the rp community and messaged the former Colin Shae anon (itās been so long that I donāt remember the exact blog name, and Iāve deleted all dms with them from tumblr and honestly donāt feel like going back far enough to look through my tags.)
The mod for the blog and I became fast friends and talked nonstop all day every day unless we were sleeping. At first I was just so happy and excited to have made such a good friend that I thought really understood me, and became fast friends with his ābest friendā Luna.
Fast forward to the end of May of the same year, one of my friends in the rp community convinced me to get a discord (I say convinced, all they had to do was say they had a video of Chris Evans spitting and couldnāt send it through tumblr so I eagerly made a discord, shout out to the literal angel baby that is Frank Adler mod-)
After I made my discord I asked Colin and Luna if they had one, and Luna said yes and added me there, but Colin had said no, (the first lie I ever caught them in-) then after a few days randomly added me on discord. I joined the largest server Iāve ever been in with a ton of different members of the role play community. After joining that server I noticed Colin had been in the server for a while and had lied to me about not having discord. If he didnāt want to be friends on discord thatās all he wouldāve said, he didnāt have to lie about it.
After being in the big server for a little while, one of my mutuals @guardian-otter had made a smaller server, and we had invited a lot of members from the big server, Colin being one of them. Not long after inviting multiple people and all of us having a good time, causing chaos within the server, and making friendships that we thought would last a lifetime Colin reached out to me in a dm telling me that his irl best friend Luna was depressed and lonely, stating that she felt that she had been left out. I instantly felt guilty and added her to the server, a decision I quickly came to regret.
While having both Colin and Luna, who we are all convinced are the same person, in the server they had a hard time keeping up the two person act. I do applaud them for how long they were able to keep it somewhat believable though.
Once it became abundantly obvious that they had been lying about anything and everything, Luna had mysteriously just left the server. She didnāt say anything about wanting to leave, didnāt say goodbye to anyone, she just left and wouldnāt respond to any messages when we reached out to see if she was okay.
Then one day in July others in the server, along with myself had grown tired of all the lying coming from Colin and we were looking for a way to call him out without it being seen as bullying or being hateful in any way. While speaking to them in a direct message I had decided to call out the lies as nicely as I could, youāll see in the screenshots below that I remained calm and respectful. I only stated that lying when you share a safe space with someone, is never okay.
@johnnystorm-nonnie If you had any issues with us and what we have said or done, you couldāve had the same amount of respect to message us directly. Thatās exactly how I handled the situation with you.
There was no need to start drama. There was no need to involve Heather or bring up Andy. All of this couldāve been avoided.
Hello fellow rp community! I know I havenāt been on in a long time, I spend more time on discord as of late, mostly to avoid drama and I just enjoy the set up more. It has been brought to my attention that a former rp partner has decided to show their face on tumblr again after making many mistakes and being a trash partner. TheĀ creatorĀ of the following accounts has been involved in quite a bit of rp drama in the last two years. They have bullied and abandoned their stories theyāve started in more than just one discord server. Iāve been in two servers with them, one that they created. I am no longer in either, but I have my sources that tell me this mod has completely abandoned and neglected their rp partners but yet has been more than active on their new blogs. To some, this might be acceptable, but to me it is not. I used to think I was lucky to call this mod my friend, and have since been shown how blind I was.Ā
That is all I have to say on the matter, if you enjoy rp with this person, carry on. Just know your mental health is at risk.
Well, I can definitely say this wasnāt something that I was expecting to see come across my phone screen at 10pm on a Friday but here we are. Iām not one to condone or participate in cancel culture but I feel like I need to reply to this since you have so kindly decided to tag all of my accounts and say some not nice and untrue things about me.Ā
Right off the bat I wanna say that I have made mistakes, not many as you have decided to put it, but I have made a few. Iād also like to note that Iāve only been in the rp community for a year and like 4 months, not two years. So Iām not sure how you are getting that Iāve been involved in quite a bit of rp drama in the last two years because not only has it not been two years, Iāve also barely been involved in drama. Again, there were a few instances and Iām not gonna say there wasnāt but that was in July of last year, Iām 100% not the same person I was.Ā
Now, letās get into me being a supposed ātrash rp partnerā and abandoning and neglecting my rp partners. Letās first start with my discord server, Iām not sure who exactly is talking to you because out of the 17 people in there only a handful are actually active. But, whoever it is, they might wanna tell you that everyone in the server who is active is dealing with real life right now. One person just started college, another is pregnant and working, others are busy with school and work and Iāve been dealing with health problems, mental and physical and everyone has been dealing with other things too, because thatās life. No one has abandoned anything in there, weāre human and we are dealing with shit that everyone deals with and donāt have time to interact right now the way we did over the summer. I decided to come back to Tumblr because I wanted to and thought that it could be fun, and I can very well juggle both my accounts on here and my Discord server just fine. Again though, everyone that is actually active in there is currently busy.Ā
Also I wanna say (and this is also in my rules) that if you are the type of rp partner who canāt understand that real life sometimes happens and I might be somewhat slow when it comes to replying to things, donāt follow me. I promise that I will get to everyone in time. I try my best to be the best rp partner possible and be understanding when shit happens and you canāt reply, because I get it; weāre human.Ā
And lastly, if for any reason you believe what this person is saying about me and want to unfollow me, go ahead. Iām not gonna call them out because Iām not gonna stoop to their level but what I will say is that everything they are talking about was over a year ago and after I got out of a bad breakup, and if anyone wants more details to what happened I will gladly give them because Iām not the type of person to hide from my past, especially when I know that Iām not that person anymore. As for my Discord server, I think I covered that pretty well; life happens and my friends in the server understand that.
And to add to that, if you think Kailee is the only person in the rp community that has made mistakes, youāre dead wrong. Point blank period. I cannot think of a single roleplayer that hasnāt made at least one or two mistakes since Iāve been in the community, and I started in January of 2021. I have made my fair share, as I know for a fact you have.
The difference between us and you is that we wouldnāt stoop so low as to make a public post and pin it for all our followers/mutuals to see. We wouldnāt drag you for things that happened over a year ago. When you made your mistakes that resulted in you being asked to leave the server, we talked to you privately. Just like we have done with anyone else that has been asked to leave the server.
Donāt throw our past mistakes in our faces, we donāt live there anymore. Furthermore, why does it concern you if she came back to tumblr? She took a break for months before even thinking about coming back and then spent about another month or longer working on her blogs before she came back. If she hasnāt tried to reach out to write with you, why is it any of your business what a stranger on the internet does? Thatās pretty weird bro.
Also: as she stated already, yeah the server has been pretty dry in terms of roleplay for about a month, and I canāt speak for anyone else, but for myself what Iāve needed more in the last month is a friend. My dad has stage four leukemia, I am eight months pregnant with a high risk pregnancy and I havenāt been able to see my doctor yet since my last round of labs, but weāre 99% sure I have a liver disease caused by my pregnancy. Kailee (as well as others in the server) has been there for me from the very beginning. The day my dad was diagnosed with cancer I reached out to her first. The day I announced my pregnancy to the server I reached out to her first. When I was 13 weeks pregnant and was up all night having contractions and thought I would be experiencing another miscarriage, I reached out to her and she sat up with me all night until they stopped. The day I fell at work and hit my stomach on a metal bed frame, I once again reached out to her first.
If you canāt tell, thereās a trend there. Anytime Iāve needed a friend, I knew without a doubt I could go to her and she would sit with me and talk me through whatever I was going through. No matter how late it was, no matter what she had going on in her own life. Donāt you dare try saying sheās a bad friend because she didnāt take your disrespect.
Kailee is one hell of a friend and anyone would be lucky to consider themselves part of her found family.
I might be crying a little bit š„ŗ And I donāt think thereās anything I need to add after that š„“ I will say however thank you, darlinā for being the best other half a girl could ever ask for š„ŗā¤ļø I promise Iāll always be here for you and stay up with you whenever you need, always and forever ā¤ļøā¤ļø
Of course, lovebug! I wouldnāt let anyone get away with dragging my best girl, especially when it either wasnāt true or was from well over a year ago! The fact that anyone would think this behavior is okay, astounds me. This community is meant to be fun and a way to blow off steam from real life stress. I donāt understand why anyone would want to call out drama and ātoxic behaviorā while also displaying toxic behavior and creating more drama-
The biggest thing on my mind right now is: why was this necessary? And why now? Itās not like any of these blogs were created today or even just yesterday-
Anyone that knows you, not the past you. Not the you that was going through trauma while healing from old trauma, knows that you have the kindest heart and would stay up with any of your friends when they needed you. And anyone that thinks we want to rp 24/7 and not have a real, genuine friendship outside of that, please let me correct you. Speaking from experience, the rp is a lot more enjoyable when youāre friends with the person youāre writing with.
To any of my lovebugs current rp partners: if you take one thing away from this, please let it be that Kailee would never treat someone this way. She would never publicly drag someone (thatās actually like the first rule in the server-) for anything, especially not something from July of 2021. She would never try and make someone feel bad for not being present all the time because we all have lives outside of this. Also: the person that wrote the original post is so concerned about what someone else is doing on the internet when it literally has nothing to do with them. We havenāt tried to reach out or communicate with them in any way since they asked to join the server and was kindly asked to leave. We havenāt talked to them or about them to anyone, we didnāt spread warnings about the toxic behavior, the lying, or manipulation that happened when we knew them. We left the past where it belongs and moved on. If I remember correctly we even told them back when everything happened (back in last October if I remember correctly) that if they learned from their mistakes and corrected the behaviors we would give them another chance. Weāve never told anyone that based off of a few mistakes they werenāt welcome around us, or that we would attempt to exile them.
