it hits different this time

it hits different cause it's you. private rp blog. written by bianca.

[findyourwcy]

Louis smirked against her before nipping the flesh in the crook of her neck and suckling. There was a big fucking urge, and not a new one, to leave a mark there. This was her last performance, right? No more getting on stage right away or paranoia about being 'unprofessional', right? He could fucking litter her in hickies now. Ok, maybe not decimate her with them, not with express permission/consent but still. Idea stood and he might've kept on sucking and teasing there if she hadn't tilted her head or you know, asked him a question. It made him pause, brows kitting ever so slightly cause-- well no. He had to've been just sensitive. She didn't say that. Didn't directly ask that. So no reason to assume. "Yeah, I mean, everything baby. Abs, smile hips-- in fact, call me Magic Man," he chuckled answering her nonverbal request of more attention along her neck, fingers still working out the kinks in her shoulders.

"How much of the stuff on the counter do you actually care about because if Imma remind you of all of my magic at my disposal, we're gonna need somethin nice and sturdy..."

[rcklessdrive]

Magic mouth wasn't that far off, especially in that moment. Dove swore the more time they spent together post becoming an actual couple, the more she adored every little thing he did. Especially if it included kissing her. It all felt a little more heightened, mostly because she couldn't second guess them any longer. Nope, instead she was just fully focused on him and his words, not able to toll her eyes because she was too busy sighing and moaning softly at the work of his hands and lips. "Yeah, okay, Magic Man..." She wanted to scoff, but instead she was just drifting away distractedly. Well, until he continued speaking. It wasn't bad to give in to him, especially when she got to reap the benefits.

"Mm, let me just..." Dove moved quickly, hands reaching out to put away and zip up her makeup bag, dropping it gently at her feet before she turned her head, fingers reaching up to graze his cheek. "Assuming this is my reward for being so amazing in this show too, huh?" She said, maybe goading for a little bit of praise as she let him lead the way.

[findyourwcy]

"I'd say it's most the fun, but tomayto tamahto or whatever," Louis chuckled, cause really? It was. No way in hell he expected them to contain themselves long enough to watch anything. That and he happened to remember a very particular detail about their movie idea that hadn't been spoken into existence.

Cock warming.

That's what she was talking about though, wasn't it? Balls deep jump scares being dangerous? Cause yeah. Designed to fail? Definitely. Fun as fuck? Also yes. They were for sure on the same page. But he wasn't going to say that. Not bluntly. Yeah yeah, it had to be a first, but now wasn't the time. Not when she was moving along, finishing her task. Just looking at her, all fresh faced and kinda awkward? It had him siiiiighing, his squeeze turning into a slow massage. "I mean, I guess I can hold things down for us, just know its you losin' out if these magic fingers get damaged," he teased, working a little deeper into her shoulders. He dipped next, a few kisses grazing just below her ear, "I've got magic all over tho. Fingers...hands...lips..."

[rcklessdrive]

After being on stage performing her heart out, Dove had to admit that the feeling of Louis' strong hands pressing into her shoulders and beginning to massage them made a shiver run up her spine. Immediately her whole body was into it, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she smiled idly. Well, until he drew another eyeroll, one that he managed to cut off with his lips against her skin. "Oh yeah? I'd almost forgotten about all of that. Guess you might have to remind me." She replied, shivering as she tilted her head, trying to offer up more access to her neck.

Her mind admittedly wandered as he spoke, to, thinking about the choice of words because it wasn't like he had mentioned a particular thing between his legs. And it wasn't like Dove thought him not bold enough to throw it in there. She'd become acquainted, though, maybe not enough to her own liking. "Got any other magic I should know about?" They'd just been talking around him being deep inside her while they watched movies together, so the fact that they hadn't actually passed that threshold threatened to weigh on her mind.

[findyourwcy]

Did she know how to read his mind or what? Louis laughed at the thought, nudging her arm, "Now we're talking. I can definitely get behind a movie night. You. Me. And horror galore. Or maybe some romcoms. We'll figure it out, though dress code is non-negotiable," Considering how well Dove knew him, it wouldn't be a stretch that she'd guess what that might entail. Or rather, what it wouldn't.

Louis' grin widened as she finally caved and fuck was it worth it. He bit the inside of his lip , you know, at least pretending he was trying to respect the obvious embarrassment she felt but yeah, no. That last for like a fraction of a second before he was laughing again, "Here I was thinking you fucking face planted or like royally fucked up a line. Nope, not my baby-- mid solo. you punched a kid in the face," He had to bite his cheek for real this time, tempering both his laugh and his grin simultaneously before his hands found their way to her shoulders, giving them a squeeze. "Not that it's that embarrassing. Pretty badass in my opinion. Aka, if shit ever hits the fan, I can count on you to be my knight in-- whatever it is you're wearing that day,"

[rcklessdrive]

"Horror movies. Somehow this idea we have and jump scares sound like a potentially dangerous concoction... but I think that's half the fun." How serious Dove was with that one, well, that would remain to be seen. She supposed she could always watch the movie while entirely turned around and wrapped around her doting boyfriend though, couldn't she? "Besides, if we watch any good romcoms, chances of me getting teary eyed are too high and somehow that's not as sexy. Unless you're into that." She laughed.

Dove hated telling the Beauty and the Beast story for a number of reasons, but she supposed the embarrassment about it was compounded by the fact that her parents and sister kept telling it over and over. It completely overshadowed her performance, no one spoke about her singing or went on and on about her being a perfect Belle like she'd hoped they would. Nope, it was all about her mean right hook and how no one better cross her. Childish insecurity was easier to soothe now and she truly wasn't bothered by Louis' reaction, though she supposed him calling her his baby mid joking about it certainly helped. She rolled her eyes, though she smiled reluctantly as he got close, hands on her shoulders as she finished up with cleaning her face entirely. "Unfortunately I think that's still your job, since I'm just over five feet and haven't thrown a punch since then, but I appreciate the vote of confidence." She patted his hand on her shoulder and then let it linger there as she turned her head, laughing reluctantly in spite of how much she still hated that story. "You're so annoying."

[findyourwcy]

"No and definitely not," Holly chuckled, giving Lucie a light touch to her arm, "You're over thinking this, babe, and you're definitely not giving yourself enough credit. I mean, I'm here aren't I and agreeing to this hot mess so, I'd say it's realistic enough, yeah?"

[rcklessdrive]

"It's realistic for you, but you haven't met my family yet and..." Lucie wrangled herself and her expression, clenching her jaw. Dramatics would not help right now. "They're going to make so many jokes. I can already see it, which is half the reason I'm bringing a date." A fake one, but a date nonetheless. "At least, we need like, a story."

[findyourwcy]

Ben knew that she knew damn well why. Always a tease was Rosalie and he found himself rolling his eyes and stifling a smirk as he moved closer. "Hm. I didn't realize I was looking at you at all. Just zoning out. Long day," he said reaching for his glass. He took a swig, the warmth of the liquor searing his throat.

[rcklessdrive]

Play coy, eye him curiously before looking off into the distance... Rosalie had it down to a fine formula. Ben zoning out while looking at her? Call her vain, but she knew better. "Whatever you say." She angled her body towards him a little more, one leg crossing over the other as she did so. "Share?" She questioned, holding up one of her hands expectantly.

[rcklessdrive]

closed starter / @findyourwcy

"Why are you looking at me like that?" As if her original intention hadn't been to entice in the first place, Rosalie narrowed her eyes, trying to push buttons as always.

[rcklessdrive]

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"I think we should change your backstory, actually. I don't think it's realistic that someone that successful would be into me." Except, that would kind of go against the authenticity Lucie was going for. "Could you play unemployed? Maybe really into cryptocurrency?"

[rcklessdrive]

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"I told you I'm not upset, why can't you just believe me?" This was not how Liberty had been imagining this night going, arguing in whispers at the side of the room instead of commanding the dance floor or taking cheesy couple photos. She couldn't help but be self conscious, peering out at the people passing them before turning back to her date.

[findyourwcy]

The two of them? Locking their phones away? Had someone asked him that weeks ago, he would've asked if they were stoned. But being with Dove was easy and if tonight proved anything at all, it meant he could survive whatever time blindness or dopamine deprivation it'd cause. "Yeah, I think we could figure something like that out. Question is, would this be some kinda surround ourselves with nature kinda thing or--" God he hoped not. Not that he didn't like nature and all that. Just seemed like a big fucking lift right out the gate. He'd do it though. If that's what she wanted but he'd definitely be vying for some of those movie nights she promised.

"Not really. I mean, I had some context clues otherwise I dunno. I could've guessed cousin maybe but Belle was kinda a good tell," Louis smirked, watching her move through backstage as if she could do it in her sleep. Probably could. Which reminded him, he hadn't come through on a promise of his yet either. One that he'd been itchin to do since she'd landed the role. He wondered idly about the acoustics and if they'd be as good here as they were out there before deciding the only way to know? Try 'em both. "Ok tell me the not funny story then? I'm invested," he chuckled before leaning against the vanity. He checked his hair in the mirror, he cocking to examine his own angles a bit. Yep-- still a fuckin smoke show. "You were eight. What happened?"

[rcklessdrive]

Dove immediately scoffed at the idea of the two of them secluding themselves to nature. "As much as I could see the appeal in like... steamy tent sex, I know you well enough to know glamping is more your style, baby." She teased. "I was thinking more in terms of that movie night we keep talking about, or something similar, anyway." They were both people who liked the theatre and movies, so it was kind of ridiculous they hadn't experienced one yet. Though, considering the two of them, it wasn't going to be some tame, cute movie marathon. Hardly.

Removing her makeup was a little tedious but by this last show she'd become expert at it, gently wiping away the stuff on her face as she peered up at him in the mirror. He wasn't letting up on the Belle thing, of course and she rolled her eyes as she watched him check himself out in the mirror. It was strange, to admire things in someone that she never thought she would. His confidence — or maybe cockiness was more applicable — was infectious. Accuse her of being in the honeymoon stage, but it got hard sometimes not to jump his bones for the most innocuous of actions. Well, until he was forcing her to spill an embarrassing story. "I was eight... and something happened between acts that meant they had to change Beast's mask last minute to this horrible one. I don't remember the details. I just... I don't know, I was singing something and then suddenly he was there and didn't recognise him. I thought it was some stranger from the audience, or something. So... I may have punched him in the face."

[findyourwcy]

"Oh, there are a few flittin' round. Think the most entertainin' right now is your here gathering dirt on kind god fearin folk to extort them into sellin their land. That and you're a witch, but that's always low hangin' fruit for half pints in the area. Your place is notoriously 'enchanted'," she shrugged, accentuating the last word, her smirk hanging a bit lopsided, "Nothin' to worry about though. People talk around here just cause they like the sound of their own voices, not much more to it than that,"

Closer now, there was no mistaking she was gorgeous. Her expressions in and of themselves had Van enticed, so she wouldn't be surprised if the latter blew up, in much less innocent terms, amongst some of the cliquier shallow types. Insecurity is what it'd stem from and it'd be well placed considering half the men in town were dogs. She didn't mention that though. None of her business. What was, was a particular rascal of a goat.

And did Savannah know exactly where said goat was? Absolutely. But that was neither here nor there as she returned her hat to her head and they began to walk toward the chicken coop, hands sinking into her pockets. "Uh-huh, bout ten years now. What about you? Your grandad owned the property, right? Ever visited before?" she paused as they reached the old coop, casting the redhead a playful glance before stepping forward to peer into the window of the old coop, "I'd say I'd remember a smile as saccharine as yours, but there's that whole witchy thing...could've easily--" Van whistled, waving her hand in front of her eyes, and chuckled as she pulled back, "I can't see much. There should be a door on the side, mind seein if it opens?"

[rcklessdrive]

Lillian's expression swiftly shifted from mildly offended and miffed at the idea that people thought she was some evil, city slicker as one dimensional as a cartoon character to brows raising and eyes lighting up with excitement. "So what you're saying that I'm basically one of the sisters from Practical Magic, finally? Honestly, this is better news than I was expecting." So, Van wouldn't have to worry about Lillie paying that kind of talk much mind, other than to be amused by it. Small towns sure were predictable, she supposed. Down to the kind, attractive strangers you read about.

She regretted not changing into a more appropriate shoe as they trudged through the slightly overgrown grass towards the chicken coop. To hear that it wasn't like Van had been there all her life gave a very small reassurance, but of course she forgot about all that as she continued speaking. "Ah, you know, I think I managed to miss you, so no need to worry about missing memory. I'm just this naturally charming all the time." Lillie chuckled. "I came a couple of times, once as a younger kid, once as a preteen, but after that we moved to a city further away. My mother never liked coming here, said she was punished with enough years for her lifetime." Maybe that was why it had been left to Lillian and not her mother, who would have sold it without a second thought. Nodding at Van's instruction, she pressed forward, moving to the side of the coop and messing with the handle. "I think it's rusted? It's not budging." She explained, taking a step back as she muttered to herself. "God, I have so much to fix up in this place."

[elizabeth-forbes]

[elizabeth-forbes]

[facinaoris]

Letters from Medea, Salma Deera.

[findyourwcy]

Her lips twitched, watching the shift of emotions in both the woman's expression and voice. She was well aware how it sounded. No harm in a little baiting, was there? Cause if Scout was gonna cause mischief she may as well take advantage of what she could. It gave her plenty of time to repeat the name in her head. Lillie. Biblical but also, and more likely, based on the flower. Symbol of innocence and purity. It was far too soon to judge whether or not it suited her in that sense but she certainly had the look as she stood there in the sunshine, just the tiniest hints of bashfulness in her smile and laugh. "Nice to meet ya, Lillie. And yes, a goat. Thing's the bane of my existence lately, so I'd love the help, but only if I'm not interrupting. Word around town is you're quite the elusive thing. Somethin' about being a bit of an eremite, 'cept your religion is--" She gestured, making a little click clack sound as she pretended to type, that smirk of hers growing wider as her head tilted. "But if you got the time, I've got a feelin' where he could be..."

[rcklessdrive]

Tongue swiping over her bottom lip, she sucked it into her mouth on habit, brows raising at the fact that for a moment there, she'd sounded like a dumbass thinking that Van had a little kid running around free enough to break onto her property. "Almost had me with that one..." She muttered, brows furrowing as she blew air out of her lips, surprised by the clearly impressive vocabulary her neighbour was sporting. She was certainly envious of the way she flaunted it with such ease, like she just said the word 'eremite' every day. She chuckled softly, surprise littering her features for a moment. "Guess it's kind of a given, small towns talking about the newbie, but I'm a little nervous about what they're saying about me other than... Yeah," She nodded, brushing her hair off her shoulder as she stepped forward. "I'm a writer. One who is looking to procrastinate in new and exciting ways, so we should absolutely go on a goat hunt together. Uh, there's an old empty chicken coop and stuff, maybe there first?" Lillian had to admit that her presence had her a little flustered, mostly because the way she smiled was more charming than most men trying their darndest. "Have you lived here a long time?" She asked, beginning to walk.

[tonitopazs]

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[resources-by-m]

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[findyourwcy]

His brow cocked as she smirked. She knew something he didn't, he was sure of it, but he wasn't gonna ask if she wasn't gonna just to tell. The mention of Belle was a tell enough though, "I'll definitely be doing that," and that was that. He thanked her, watching her disappear into the lobby and well yeah. He had to guess that was Olivia. Unlike his siblings, there was no interrogation, no thinly veiled threats. Not that Max had been serious, but still. Was fucking crazy how different dynamics could be. Louis waited a beat or two before following the woman's path to the exit just as Dove opened up the door.

"Of course, who else?" A familiar dopey grin curled his lips and he gave a slight nod, "I mean, your cast mates aren't badd but not a one of them's worth such a bouquet anywhere near this masterpiece," It was a bit of a tease. Bit not. But eh, not important as he leaned down, stealing a kiss. She hadn't had time to clean up, by the looks of it, which was fine by him. Meant he had an excuse to slip backstage and right on cue as always, Dove suggested just that. "Yeah, but I wanted to. Honestly bummed I didn't make more. Feels weird, but good, being untethered though. I'm gonna have to try the no phone thing more often," Louis offer her his hand as he spoke and started to lead her toward the stage. He couldn't help smirking as she confirmed what he expected. "I thought that was her. Or you know, some creepy super fan stalker. Either way, I was told to ask about a time you played Belle? I'm pretty intrigued. What happened??"

[rcklessdrive]

It was going to take quite a while for Dove to get over the excitement and bliss of Louis now being her boyfriend. There wasn't even close to as much second guessing as there had been prior to that little question being asked. There was still room to get to know each other, but sometimes she swore she felt like pinching herself to make sure it was real and not some fantasy she'd had. She was up on her toes when he leaned down, smiling into the quick kiss before she reached for the flowers, hugging them towards her chest. "Honestly, you caught all the best ones. I think it worked out well." Dove meant what she said, leaning in to take in the scent of the flowers before she gave him a soft smile.

"Might be nice to have a date night where they're both locked away or something." Her fingers curled around his hand and she let him take the lead as they headed towards their direction. Dove was eager to wear the little dress she'd picked out and get out of her makeup finally, though Olivia's presence was still on her mind. "Mm hm. Do we look alike? I swear no one can ever tell we're related." She laughed, but she hesitated at the mention of Belle. She continued walking as they pushed through the door at the back of the stage, heading towards her dressing room. "She did not." Dove grimaced. That asshole. "It's not even a funny story. I don't know why she would tell you that." As they slipped into the dressing room, she placed her flowers down. Most people had cleared out and were heading over to the wrap party to help set up, but Dove admittedly hadn't promised to help because she knew she'd be distracted with Louis' presence at the performance. "I played Belle when I was like eight." She relented, sitting in her chair as she began to remove her makeup.