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IF I HAD seen my reflection as something more p r e c i o u s... he would've never... if my C H I L D needed protection from a f*cker like that man, i'd sooner GUT him ('cause nothing cuts like a mother)

[ohmylcve]

hi everyone...

after so much thinking, writing, re-writing, and feeling, i’ve decided to leave the indie rpc. this space has been such a big part of my heart for a long time — the characters, the stories, the connections, the late-night writing sprees... all of it meant something to me. and still does. but lately, it’s felt harder to show up in the way i used to, and after sitting with that for a while, i know it’s time to let go.

life has shifted a lot for me. priorities changed, and so did i. this decision wasn’t easy, but i’ve come to realize that indie rp no longer feels like it once did for me. even so, i’ll always be grateful. this space got me through some incredibly hard times, and that’s something i’ll never forget. thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to every single one of you who’s written with me, supported me, and shared stories with me. you meant more than you know.

that being said, i’m still writing — just in different ways, at a different pace, over on discord, only. if you’d like to stay in touch, write together, or just keep chatting, feel free to add me over discord. dm me for my user 🤍

thank you for everything. really. ♡

@adollerina, @ang3lmoans, @breannasewell, @confusionism, @dcymcres, @disapprove, @enchantedlives, @etvdes, @everseens, @fadinglights, @gracland, @heroexxs, @hiddcnhorizcns, @immaculate-misconcepticn, @jawbrkrs, @jetaiimee, @kingdomsbed, @lilacheavns, @mndstom, @muse-legion, @ofbookshelves, @ivyheaven, @rootrct, @reevezs, @ruinedsoulsrp, @wcrstbehavior, @spoiledrctten, @slumpcd, @hausofblack, @velvetdesirez, @wastedtimcs, @wcldside.

[spoiledrctten]

kenzo paused, brow furrowing like trying to remember her name physically hurt. i had to of asked her....right ? he was usually better than this, smooth and self assured no matter the circumstance. but now ? blank. " shit, you caught me slacking. " he sighed, dragging a hand down his face, shaking his head like he’d just fumbled a bag. " but in my defense, you’ve been making it very easy to get distracted. " he tilted his head like he was studying her. " you've got this energy that i can't quite figure out. it's like you're partially gorgeous but might ruin my life and part, possibly the best thing that ever happened to you. " he shrugged with mock innocence, flashing a crooked smile. " name first, drinks second, fake dating third — alright i see the road map but before i get distracted looking into your eyes again, tell me your name. it's only fair to level the playing field. "

[ohmylcve]

she tried not to laugh — really tried — but the way he dragged his hand down his face, like forgetting her name was the most devastating loss of the night, made it impossible not to. “ you’re unbelievable, ” she said through a soft laugh, shaking her head like she couldn’t quite believe she was still standing there, still entertained, still interested. but then he looked at her like that — like he saw something in her she wasn’t sure she even wanted to admit was there — and her smile faltered just slightly, just enough for something real to slip in. partially gorgeous but might ruin my life. she tilted her head at that, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “ is that your way of calling me dangerous or irresistible? because i might be both, but i like to let people find that out on their own.”

she stepped just a little closer, enough to knock her shoulder lightly against his, like a dare. “ it’s chloe, ” she finally offered, voice a little lower now. “ but if you forget it, i reserve the right to make fun of you for the rest of your life. fair warning. ” a beat passed, and then, with a grin: “ so… drinks, then fake dating, then falling in love by accident. don’t mess up the order, kenzo. i’m trusting you with the storyline now.”

[breannasewell]

She didn't know why their dynamic had always been the way that it had. They were all passion and fire when they fought just like they were passionate I'm everything else they did with each other. He knew her better than she knew herself and she had realized that long ago. She wasn't innocent in why they weren't together anymore. It had been a mutual thing. Both of them were sick of the fire in their words that held more malice than love and that had been that. "Baby...I," She started before stopping mid sentence to think about her words, "It could be but it is mainly about you and the way you look at me. I may look at you like you hung the moon but I see the way you look at me in return. Yeah, we may have fought like cats and dogs but at the end of the day, you still look at me like I'm the only woman you've ever seen."

The door that was cracked was beginning to blow wide open. Her eyes searched his after leaving his lips. She could see something there, something that gave her hope. The way he said her name made her heart flutter and her stomach flipped. She moved slowly to press their foreheads together, keeping their lips just inches apart so he'd have to be the one to seal the kiss. "You have not and will not ever be a regret to me, Logan. I want you, this, us. I want it all."

[ohmylcve]

Her words were wrecking him — soft like a whisper, but powerful enough to crack something in his chest wide open. The way she said baby, the way her voice caught on that single word, almost like she had to steady herself… it leveled him. He hadn’t been called that in so long, and yet, the sound of it on her lips made everything in him ache with familiarity. She was right. He did look at her like she was the only woman he’d ever seen. Because she was. No matter how many times they tried to walk away, no matter how brutal the fights got or how long the silence stretched — she was it.

And now, here she was again. Not begging, not pushing. Just present. Willing. Still loving him in spite of it all. His eyes fluttered shut for a second as she pressed their foreheads together, their breaths mingling, lips just shy of touching. He could feel the warmth of her, the trembling hesitation, the certainty behind her declaration. You have not and will not ever be a regret to me. “I don’t know how to be without you,” he murmured, voice thick, rough around the edges. “Even when I hate how we fall apart… I still want to fall back into you.” his hand rose instinctively, fingers gently brushing her jaw, then settling at the back of her neck like he always used to. Holding her there. Not to trap her — but to ground himself.

“Okay,” he whispered, as if the decision had already been made long ago. “Then let’s stop pretending like this isn’t everything we’ve both been waiting for.” and finally, finally, he let his lips meet hers — not in a rush, but with reverence. Like she was both the beginning and the end of every version of him he’d ever tried to be.

[al-giz-deactivated20260601]

“If you’re in the mood for losing money, I’ll take that bet. Actually you know what? Scratch that…” Mason looked all around the open field and pointed to a large tree straight across from them.

“First one to that big oak has to buy dinner.”

[ohmylcve]

“To which one?” she asks, waiting for him to get distracted and point at the tree — just so she can take advantage and run. Vali takes off, sprinting ahead of him with quite some speed.

[celestialmuses]

"We're exceptionally well matched then. I think you're just right and anyone who makes you feel bad about being too much, is clearly just an asshole." Selene shrugged, before scooting closer to Aspyn. The small moment of softness she showed was very endearing and Selene wanted to see more. "Now, tell me more about yourself. Whatever you think is important or noteworthy. Would you like me to order you another drink? I'm almost done with mine."

[ohmylcve]

“I like the way you think,” she says, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Though she’s not entirely sure whether she agrees with Selene or not, her words are definitely something for Aspyn to think about.

“Well, I kind of suck at telling people about myself. Even though I’m an honest person, maybe I just don’t know myself well enough to explain who I am,” she shrugs. “Or I’m simply not describable.” She smiles again, nodding in acceptance of the drink Selene offered.

After a moment of reflection, she realizes she’s left Selene without a proper answer. “I can be objective, though. I’m a highly successful forensic analyst. Most people don’t really know what that is, but what you can take from it, basically, is that I see numbers, patterns, and logic easily. Which is just another way of saying: I’m kind of a nerd. And I do prefer reading numbers over reading people. We’re so hard to understand when we lack honesty.”

[slumpcd]

she was already getting used to pushing him for what she wanted. “ the question is — how do you wanna celebrate? ” he had a few suggestions though. “ a big party to celebrate? or a getaway for just us? or both? ” he wanted to show her off for sure. it was all about making a statement. she would belong to the family and that meant she was also under the family’s protection. fuck with her and you fucked with lucien. “ i know my father would want you to get the proper welcome into the family. ”

[ohmylcve]

“ i want both. i want a big party. i want just us. i want cuddling. i want wine by the fire in a fancy hotel. i want to have sex on a private beach — so many times. i want my girls to come around so i can brag about this beauty here…” she moves her fingers up and down, excitement building and showing on her vivid features as she goes on — wishing, and knowing she’d get it. of course her little boyfriend would offer her that, but it wasn’t the same. it fucking wasn’t the love of her life offering the world to her. “ of course. pick me up at a date and time, and i’ll be ready. ” she smiles, a mischievous look on her face. “ i hope you know that i won’t submit to his every word, though. you know there’s fire in me, and thorns on my tongue, so… ” she shrugs, wrapping him in a hug. “ he’s becoming my family, though. so you’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. i won’t argue with him unless there’s a reason to. ”

[jetaiimee]

Greg could almost forget about his all-consuming job for a moment, especially when Danielle was around. He was always up for a party, debriefing from hours of stress on the trading floor, burying himself with booze and whatever other substances he got a hold of. Danielle however manage to keep him somewhat sane.

"I'm a lot of fun, I know--" Greg teased, smiling like an idiot in front of her. He noticed how his question startled her, leaving him tempted to make a move. As he was completely sober, he didn't have the courage to do so. Clearing his throat before answering, he shurgged. "I don't know-- it was nice," Greg replied, voice softer now, less playful, more honest.

[ohmylcve]

Dani likes the way his face lights up when she suggests something for them to do. There’s something about his reaction that keeps her coming back for more, every single time. And though she pretends she doesn’t feel a thing for him, there are moments — like this one — where she knows, where her body betrays her. Like now, when a smile curls on her lips as she notices he’s all in again. “Oh,” she says in response, the stubborn red still clinging to her cheeks. “I guess I might, then. After all, it’s fun to end the night with some making out, isn’t it?” she brings the playfulness back, trying to manage the racing of her heart — now that he’s admitted to liking it.

[prcperdose]

grey loved the way smiles broke out on her face. it felt like a gift, something made just for them. it feels so perfect to hear her repeat it back to them, like there's nowhere she would rather be than right here with them. heat expands out of their chest from the heat of her hand up to the blush on their face. it almost hurt, how desperately they cared for her. like she was the air they breathed in, and they would suffocate without her. "i trust you not to hurt me." they breathed out, leaning impossibly closer. "do i have yours?"

[ohmylcve]

i trust you not to hurt me. those words caught her off guard, and she did hold a surprised expression on her face for a few seconds. trust — a word and feeling she had long lost in people. but there they were, offering theirs freely. kaia notices her own surprise and chuckles lowly. as they ask her about her feelings, she can’t help the cocky smile that curls on her lips as she leans in, planting a soft, lingering kiss on their mouth. “you have my heart,” she assures, though she’s not done yet. “you have my body…” she goes on, a hand finding its way to grey’s neck, caressing them. “you have my mind. not only my heart.” and that makes me terrified, she thinks, but doesn’t say it. there’s no room for fear here — she feels like grey is assuring her of that.

[ohmylcve]

hi lovelies. i'm a bit away, taking quite a while to respond lately, but imma be around asap. just focused on other things, but I'll always let you all know, because i care so much about you all. pls wait for me 💕

[sugartclking-archived]

Jamie caught that shift in his professor's tone, the way her voice softened, the way her eyes darted away like she needed a second to pull herself back together. He didn't push, but he didn't back off, either. He stepped in just close enough to be felt, not enough to cross a line, but enough to make it clear he wasn't afraid to toe it. His voice matched hers now, like he was letting her set the pace, but still walking her right up to the edge. "My chances of getting more than just polite conversation and a graded paper... Of figuring out if this thing between us is just me imagining it, or if you're fighting it just as hard as I am." Jamie paused, if only for a moment, to let out a soft sigh. "You can tell me to go, I'll get it. But if you don't..." He let that hang for a second, lifting his shoulders into a nonchalant shrug. "Maybe we'll stop pretending, Professor."

[ohmylcve]

Nina let out a soft, almost amused breath through her nose, head tilting ever so slightly. “You’re good,” she murmured, a slow smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Not quite impressed. Not quite dismissive. “I'll give you that.” her fingers toyed with the edge of a pen on her desk now, anything to keep from showing how much his words had unsettled her in all the wrong ways — or maybe all the right ones. “You’re used to getting what you want, aren’t you?” she asked, meeting his gaze with a glint in her own. “Charming your way through doors that should stay shut.” She leaned in just slightly, lowering her voice. “And you think I’m just another door.”

She straightened again, eyes sharp but not cold. “I admire your confidence, Jamie. I really do. But this isn’t a game I’m letting you win just because you play it well.” she paused, letting the silence stretch, letting him feel the weight of the distance she wasn’t ready to close. Then, with a slight lift of her brow, she added, “And for the record… Professors don’t pretend. We just grade your performance.”

[jetaiimee]

"I guess I am," she chuckled, eyes resting on him for a moment while she realized she was giving away too much too soon. However, he seemed curious and the way he asked follow-up questions confirmed that he was willing to learn more about her. This was going all too well.

As Xander told her they could go to travelling if she wanted to, she laughed in response, unsure whether he was being serious or not. "Yeah.. I wish," Isabelle shrugged, laughter still evident in her voice. "I wouldn't have anything to wear."

[ohmylcve]

There was no shame in being talkative — no, not for Xander. If anything, he even liked it. Listening was a preferable task to speaking, so whatever it was that Isabelle had to offer him, he’d take it. Her laugh, though… adorable. Quite an amazing woman, if he was being honest. She had too much to say, and there he was: all intrigued.

“Nonsense. I could buy you a whole new wardrobe,” he shrugs, like it’s nothing much — because to Xander, it’s not. And he means it. He could do that. And he definitely would, if it could make her feel good. He’s sure she’d know exactly what to pick. “Give me a reason for not buying tickets to Ibiza tonight, and I won’t,” he says, waiting for her response. It was crazy, taking someone he barely knew on a whole week trip — sure. But if there’s one thing Xander doesn’t let go of, it’s opportunities. And when he feels like it’s a good idea… it’s kinda hard to convince him otherwise.

[mndstom]

Lydia can't help but chuckle. She likes to think she doesn't have a system. Things are in order, named appropriately, and the shelves where the candles are resting are clean. Huh, maybe she has a system, after all. But she doesn't comment on it further. Instead, her focus returns to the package; putting the order receipt on top of it, and finally, when she is satisfied with it, she puts it to the side.

Sage's words catch her off guard, and she can feel her cheeks heating up, causing her to look at the wooden floor. "I have always liked candles. They've been kind of comforting to me." She admits, her gaze moves away from the floor to wander around the place that she can call her own. She owns the store. The red - haired is pretty proud of it. "But long... It looked and smelled pretty horrible, and I'm still not entirely satisfied with it, but..." She shrugs, her eyes turning towards the blonde, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for helping me, by the way."

[ohmylcve]

Though Sage is feeling it all over again — the creeping shyness that always seems to come around on her interactions with Lydia — she knows better than to ignore it. Because every time she comes home, thinking she should’ve talked to her, reached out somehow… she ends up regretting it. She just doesn’t know how to do this. Didn’t know she could feel like this. It’s all brand new. Just like the lavender candle.

When she turns her attention back to Lydia, she notices the slight flush in her cheeks. A soft smile tugs at the corner of sage’s lips as she mimics her, letting her gaze drop to the wooden floor too. “It’s nice, working with something your soul always felt like it belonged to, isn’t it?” she says quietly, because that’s exactly how she feels. She loves how her body moves, how dance can quiet her mind and bring peace to her spirit.

“No problem,” she adds after a beat. “It’s friday night. You should be closing already and… I don’t know, getting some rest. If I can help you get to that rest a little sooner, then I’m up for it.”

[reevezs]

"See, this is why I need your help," he said, almost beaming with excitement about them being on the same page with that. "I don't wanna pretend I'm a doctor, I have to convince everyone, even myself, that I am one." Until he gets a psycho fan thinking he really was his character and gets into trouble, like that Italian-American actor from the iconic sitcom, but if Eric's previous role hadn't earned him that, then he sure was safe. "Not literally, I probably won't cut anyone up or treat them, but you know what I mean."

His smile grew wider when she said there was a way she could help him. "Wow, I don't wanna get you into trouble, but that would be amazing. I'm not squeamish, I won't embarrass you."

[ohmylcve]

Calliope narrows her eyes, curious about this profession of his — one that involves feeling like something without actually being it. Except for her own secret, she had always been honest about who she is and what she does. She never truly felt like a doctor until her first surgery, even though she’d studied relentlessly for it. “How the hell am I supposed to help with that? Eric, that sounds insane. Your job sounds insane, I hope you know that,” she says, her tone light and teasing. “Oh, but this is the good part of it! The sound of flesh is heartwarming — you should try it sometime,” she adds, fully leaning into the absurdity of the joke she started. Though it was true, it wouldn’t sound convincing if she admitted it out loud, like this, would it?

“I wouldn’t take you anywhere that could ruin my reputation as a doctor. You know that,” she says, her voice shifting to something firmer. “But I do have quite the reputation at that hospital. One that comes with certain… perks.” Her eyes gleam with purpose. “So let me know when, and I’ll schedule you in as my personal assistant for the day. You’ll act like one, and behave like one. No one can know about us — and that’s your only shot.” her tone turns serious, deliberate. She needs him to understand this isn’t a game. Her job is her life — and if he were to jeopardize it, she’d have to take measures she really wouldn’t want to.

[heroexxs-a]

dani’s smile lingered as she leaned in a little, her elbow resting on the table to mirror chloe’s posture. “you didn’t make anything awkward,” she said gently, her tone warm, with just the right amount of teasing. “honestly? It’s kinda nice.” she paused, watching chloe for a beat before letting a soft laugh slip out. “and if you’re being obvious, then thank you, makes things way easier for someone like me who’s terrible at reading between the lines.” she glanced down at her drink, swirled it once, then looked back up.

“so… how long are you in town for?” dani asked, like she was trying to sound casual but couldn’t quite hide that she cared about the answer. “because i was thinking, if you’ve got some time, maybe we hang out again?” her eyes stayed on chloe’s as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “like, actually hang out. no weird pressure or anything, just… maybe if you want to show me one of those games, i'd be down.” she grinned with a small shrug of her shoulders. "i know they're all single player games but trust me, i could use the help... if you're free."

[ohmylcve]

she felt lighter the second danielle told her she hadn’t made anything awkward. it was really, really good to know that, even though she sucked at flirting — or whatever this was — there was still a way to acknowledge the attraction without sounding like a total weirdo. and she did it. and the best part? dani was actually into it. "and i'm absolutely terrible at disguising anything, so..." she chuckles softly, eyes glancing down before flicking back up.

…was she dreaming, or did dani really just ask her out? something casual, something easy, for them to have some quality time. that was chloe’s kind of thing — low pressure, simple. honestly? it felt even better than a proper date, because she wouldn’t know what the hell to do in one. with a grin, she looks over at the brunette. "i’ve still got a week left. and yeah, i'd definitely love that." she takes a small step closer, pulls out her phone, unlocks it, and opens the contacts app before gently offering it to her. "would you give me your number?"

@heroexxs (saw you've changed urls so i'm tagging)

[heustons]

SAM CLAFLIN as FINNICK ODAIR The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013)

[celestialmuses]

He smiled at her, and it was same smile he always had, the one that (Leia liked to believe) was especially for her. But then it faltered and she knew something was wrong. Part of her wanted to demand an answer, demand to help or hear him out. But she had matured a lot since he last saw her and she understood the concept of time and place. It didn't seem like a happy reason was why he was back. So she ignored his non answer and flipped her hair. "Thank you. I've been letting it grow. I listened to the Hair soundtrack again and it always makes me want to grow it out and then the length starts to bother me so I cut it short and then I miss having more hair to work so I listen to the soundtrack and grow it out again. But if you like it, maybe I'll keep it a little longer." She explained, her voice lower than she wanted it to be since they were still in the library. She'd do anything to make Julian look at her like that.

"How about this? I finish my shift in twenty. Why don't you come over for lunch? I noticed you didn't actually answer my question so maybe someplace a little more private will make you feel more comfortable. I'm still at home, as embarrassing as that is, but Mom's at work and so is Kirk. I'm sure once he finds out you're here, he'll burst through the door." Leia said, checking her watch for a moment. God, the way she wanted to vault over the counter and hug him herself. It had been so long and he had changed. There was something so reserved about him, something she hoped she could help reverse. "My mom made chocolate babka..."

[ohmylcve]

It was good that she didn’t ask. Of course she noticed — Julian knew better than to believe Leia, always observant and tuned in, wouldn’t catch every single glance, every subtle shift in him. But the fact that she didn’t bring it up, that she cared enough to leave it unspoken, was comforting. Because the truth was: he was absolutely exhausted from talking about things that hadn’t worked out.

It meant something to know someone out there could tell something was off but chose instead to offer quiet reassurance. That comfort was gentle — but more than that, it was good to hear her being talkative again, rambling about something as simple and familiar as hair. And he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the idea that she’d even consider changing her hair just because he liked it. “Oh, I’m flattered,” was all he managed to say. Of course he wanted to say more, to compliment her properly, to make sure she knew he found her beautiful. But the words faltered. Still, the way he looked at her said enough. His gaze made sure she felt what he couldn’t say aloud.

And of course, he made a mental note to buy her the Hair soundtrack on CD. Did people even do that anymore? Or would that just make him seem ancient? Either way, all that mattered was that she felt seen. It was also good to hear she still lived with her mom and Kirk. Their family had always felt different from the Everett-Knox clan — warmer, more grounded. It had always been a comfort to be part of it, even just as a friend. He laughed when she mentioned Kirk bursting through the door — because he knew it was true. “I’d actually love that,” he said, his smile widening at the mention of her mom’s babka. “Alright, that was low. Even for you,” he chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his chest in a big-brother sort of move. “I told you I was coming already… so what was that about, huh? You just wanted to be sure?” His voice was playful, teasing—but there was something beneath it, too. A real question. “Do you miss me that much?” He was grinning, but deep down, he wanted to hear the answer.

[scftlys]

izzy could sense something shift in him as he sits in silence after her question, his brows furrowed as he thinks. she hopes she hasn’t hit a nerve and ruined this whole moment between them. she listens intently, never dropping his gaze even once. she can’t picture the version of himself that he describes, as being anything other than the confident and successful man that sits next to her. and the more she listens, the more does that past version of himself sound an awful lot like her. hidden among the crowd, floating around in search of something, wondering if her writing would be the thing that takes her there. the pressure that was mounted on her from the start, the pressure she felt like she would never be free from. wanting to let go but not knowing how, or if that was the right thing to do. it was actually a little scary, just now alike they were. “no, no.” she says. “i agree with everything you said. this probably won’t be much of a shock to hear but i’ve felt like that too. so much.” a hand makes its way to his, gripping it softly. she knows all too well how hard it can be to be vulnerable and the fact that he just was with her meant a lot. showed her a lot.

[ohmylcve]

though he had, in fact, exposed himself to someone he probably shouldn’t have, especially considering she was his assistant, it didn’t feel like something to be too worried about. after all, what wouldn’t she already know about him — precisely because of her job? there was so much she could gather from numbers, appointments, meetings, and all the little details in between, that he convinced himself it was safe to let it all out. but the real reason he felt comfortable wasn’t because she’d find out eventually. no. it was because she was paying attention. "oh, yeah? how does that feel for you?" he asks, genuinely curious to know if she’s been feeling the same. if she’s been living with that same consuming void pressing in all around her. it would be nice, in a way, to have someone to share that feeling with — but then again, if he was being honest, it wasn’t something he’d wish on anyone.