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#ʳᵒ¹¹ⁱⁿᵍˢᵗ⁰ⁿᵉ. 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝚇 𝙺𝙿𝙾𝙿 𝙸𝙳𝙾𝙻 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚃. ᵃ study in the 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝘰𝘧 ᵗʰᵉ 𝙺-𝙿𝙾𝙿 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚈 , facing your INNER 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘 , 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 creative 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎. A CHARACTER CREATED BY BUNNY , she + they. 𝟸𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴. [ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝟏𝟖+ ] TRIGGERS SUCH AS : mental illness , drugs , nsfw will be present on this blog. RULES UNDER READ MORE
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So those were the ingredients in which orchestrated that addicting scent. The older woman had to pull herself together or else she'll get hooked on his smell. But would that really a bad thing? ❝ You better be careful wearing that though, a horde of your fans could appear out of nowhere and hunt you down if they even caught a whiff of this jacket. ❞ She teased.
i let out a light chuckle , pretending to size her up from head to toe. “ think you could handle crowd control for me if it comes to that ? ” i teased back , my voice dropping slightly as i considered the idea. “ you know … i’d feel pretty safe if you were watching my back , ” i added with a playful wink. then , i shrugged and laughed. “ but if my jacket’s a public hazard , i guess i’ll just have to be extra careful when i wear it around you. ”
@ro11ingst0ne / for the brainrot
Has been told to relax for a couple of days now ⎯⎯ has been successful in avoiding the laughing comments from his brothers-in-arms ( if not brothers by blood, they sure behave that way when they howl like the twins about childhood crushes. ) Is sure that he can't ignore the wolf whistles any longer when they find themselves underneath dazzling strobe lights and pounding music from speakers set too loud. Shifts uncomfortably when faced with the sea of bodies grinding to a tune that he does not recognize. ❛ Come on ❜ Tonga urges. ❛ Just pick anyone ❜ Jacob insists.
Maybe it's the bravery of the third drink, or the nagging relentlessness of the pack of wolves nipping at his heels, but he allows his gaze to drift across the crowd. Sees nothing that sparks interest, when the high of a victory still hums through his frame. Nips into the flesh of his hands, sparks up through his spine like flames ⎯⎯ older brother had been pinned just a few hours before. Gaze had been locked with a cousin whose shoes he still couldn't seem to fill. A challenge is still a challenge, even when it comes now in a request to pick a partner for an evening.
Lights shift colour. Douse the world in light blue and harsh yellow that would make everything look ugly . . . everything, but not him. Handsome man catches his attention halfway across the room. On the other side of the relentless sea of forgettable features and entwined bodies. ❝Him.❞ He says with the courage of a fourth drink and a slight nod towards angelic creature. Has grown weary of the hunt, tells himself this is only to get the feral wolves off his back. Knows better than to just believe simple lies as his heart grows frantic in his chest. Wants and wants like a snarling animal trapped in a cage. Jacob laughs, gone in the blink of an eye. Man on a mission that for once does not demand bloodshed.
Familiar with the waiting game. Well-accustomed to waiting and biding his time. Heart flutters, up his throat, against the confinements of his ribs, down in the pit of his stomach. Downs a shot for courage, knows he needs at least three more when eyes meet. Does not smile in response, blinks only against the flashing lights and raises his chin. Can hide perfectly well the slight tremor in his hand from this far away.
in the whirl of blinding lights and pounding bass , i'm just trying to find some semblance of calm , something to hold onto that doesn't scream of my usual chaos. the music here is deafening , unfamiliar , not really my scene , but here i am , pushed by a couple of friends to " just relax and have some fun for once , warren. " easier said than done , especially with all the overenthusiastic partygoers grinding and pulsing to beats that don't resonate with me.
i'm nursing my third drink , a futile attempt at bravery , when this big dude , jacob , walks up to me. he’s intense , with a vibe that's entirely out of place in the neon light show of the club. the guy's loyalty is practically tattooed on his face , talking about someone named solo like he’s some sort of tribal chief. i have no clue who these people are , and honestly , his approach just registers as weird.
despite my confusion , my attention shifts as i catch a glance from across the room. there's someone else , solo , apparently , looking directly at me. he stands out , not trying too hard , just observing quietly , which piques my interest far more than the eager crowd or jacob's odd intensity.
i lean in slightly , making sure my words cut through the weird encounter. " look , if your chief there wants to talk , he needs to come over himself , " i tell jacob , a little amused by the formality of it all. i'm not one for these games , these indirect summons through emissaries. if solo’s anything like what his friend here suggests , i'd rather see it for myself.
idk how i didn't realize this sooner , but warren is like two members of one direction ; left his boy band like zayn , came out of it even more famous just like harry styles.
COACHELLA 2022 | Weekend 1 – April 15 “For the next eighty or something minutes, our job is to entertain you. I promise you we’ll do our absolute, very best. You also have one job—that is to have as much fun as you possibly can. I want you to be whoever it is you always wanted to be in this field tonight.”
i’ve never handled things well when lines started to blur , especially not with married .... well anyone. it wasn’t my first rodeo , but this time , the guilt gnawing at me felt heavier , more real. there’s something about cody rhodes that made everything seem more consequential. maybe it was his raw honesty , or the way he looked at me like i was the only one in the room. whatever it was , it had me in knots from day one.
the collaboration on his entrance theme had us spending long hours in the studio — him , eager and involved , always a step too close , his presence magnetic. i knew better. but when you’re remixing tracks and your laughter mixes with someone else’s across the soundboard , it’s easy to forget the rules. that moment in the recording booth ? it was supposed to be about vocal cues , not soft , meaningful touches and lingering looks. he should've been just another project , but he wasn't.
“ cody , you shouldn’t be here , ” i said as soon as i saw him backstage at glastonbury , no ring on his finger , hope in his eyes. the chaos of the festival buzzed around us , but in that bubble , it was unnervingly quiet.
CHAPPELL ROAN Coachella — April 12, 2024
haven't posted this in a while , so like for a quick little starter.
SEX AND THE CITY 3x08 THE BIG TIME
Did you get my message?
@thr0whands
this conversation was getting to be a heavy one. one that bianca didn't know if she could handle having with warren. he was the best thing for her but also the worst. she didn't mean to fall in love with warren the way that she had. she didn't do it on purpose, it just happened. ❝ building walls around your heart isn't going to help you. you have to let yourself feel. you have to let yourself love or you will never really live. ❞ the only way to really live life is when you let yourself care about someone, when you really let yourself love them with all of your being even if it kills you. bianca knew that feeling all too well but it is what made her the person that she was now, the strong fighter that she had become. warren had a point in what he was telling her because that's what she was now going through. her marriage had been proof of that fact. sometimes she wished she could have been guarded with her heart, that she wouldn't have let montez in the way she had. maybe now she would have been single and been able to have the one person that she knew she could never have.
❝ i wish i could tell you that it does go well. but you're right, it doesn't. but that doesn't mean that you should hide your heart. you shouldn't. you would be missing out on something real, something pure and good. you could be falling in love with a person that would love you unconditionally. ❞ she truly meant those words. of course she didn't realize how much she truly was falling for warren. ❝ and i'm not scared to admit that you aren't mine to think about but it doesn't stop me from thinking about you all the time. and that scares me because that was reserved for my husband. but since i met you, you're the only person i think about now. ❞ what were they? their relationship had become very complicated to explain. they started off as two people who enjoyed each other's company. bianca had just needed an escape for a little while from her marriage especially when all that happened were fights and arguments every day. warren had been her safe place to land but now she realized he was so much more then that.
❝ i never needed a safe place to land in all of my years of living. i didn't even have that with montez and he's my husband. but you made me feel different. you make me feel special, warren. i know you don't know what we are and i don't either. but there is one thing that i do know - and that's that i love you very much. probably more than anyone could ever love another person. ❞ she looked at him, desperate eyes searching his own. it was wrong of her to admit that especially because she was a married women. but how could something that felt so right be considered wrong? the point was, we don't choose who we fall in love with.
as bianca poured out her heart , those words clung to me , a mixture of elation and dread threading through my veins. she was opening up , revealing depths of her emotions i hadn't dared to fully believe were real until now. yet , the complexity of our situation hung over us like a thick fog , impossible to ignore.
“ bianca , ” i started , my voice steady despite the storm of feelings raging inside. “ this isn’t just a heavy conversation ; it’s perhaps the most honest one we’ve ever had. and i appreciate your honesty , truly , i do. but we need to be realistic about what this means for both of us. ”
i paused , trying to gather my thoughts before continuing. “ you say you didn’t mean to fall for me , and i believe you. love isn’t something we plan. it just happens , and sometimes it sweeps us off our feet when we least expect it. but here’s where it gets tough — because while you’re falling for me , you’re still trying to patch things up with montez. and that puts me in a position i never wanted to be in. ”
i took a deep breath , feeling the weight of each word before it left my mouth. “ you’re right about one thing : building walls around our hearts doesn’t help. it’s not how i want to live , guarded and closed off. but right now , those walls feel like the only protection i have from getting completely shattered. you’re asking me to let them down for someone who isn't fully available , who's divided between a failing marriage and … whatever this is between us. ”
i looked into her eyes , trying to convey both the love i felt and the fear that came with it. “ hearing you say you love me — that means the world to me. but i can’t be your safe place only when things are falling apart elsewhere. if we’re going to do this , if we’re going to see what we could be , i need more than stolen moments and shared secrets. i need all of you , bianca. not just the parts that montez doesn’t see , or the parts that need comfort. all of you. ”
i could see the conflict playing out in her eyes , the struggle between her heart and her obligations. “ you’re married , bianca. and as much as it hurts to admit , that means something. if you’re serious about us , about exploring what this feeling between us can become , there are decisions that need to be made. not just by you , but by both of us. ”
finally , i took her hand , holding it gently between mine. “ i’m not asking you to make these choices lightly. i know they’re not easy , and they come with real consequences. but i need to protect my own heart too. i can’t keep being your fallback when things go wrong. i deserve to be chosen , not just when it’s convenient , but every single day. so , what are we doing , bianca ? where do we go from here ? ”
Shows his love in simple acts. Tries not to think too much about the implications of a cup of coffee in the morning, nor about a meal cooked in the evening when both of them drag their tired and bruised bodies through the door. Has lived long enough in anger to recognize the joy of peace. Finds it more and more every single day in the ridiculous throw pillows and the splashes of colour in the apartment that immediately felt like home. It is far better than the one signed to his name ⎯⎯ tries not to feel guilty about the dying plant on the kitchen windowsill when he reroutes his flight to New York at the last possible second ( tries not to feel bad anymore about following the things he wants. )
Knows this is for both of them when he sinks into the water, not caring about the way it sloshes and spills over the edge. With lavender and the scent of Warren, he can feel himself relax in turn. Leaves a gentle kiss against Warren's temple, feels no guilt for once for the act of wanting. Has no reason to carry the shame of it with him through life, not when his boyfriend welcomes it with such earnestness. Has been ridiculed for his dreams for long enough ! ❝Try to.❞ Whispers a response that does not match the weight of what it means. The fact of the matter is, he has no clue. Has not been afforded the luxury of having a space for him to place his affection ⎯⎯ was not fed love off silver spoons in childhood, instead learned how to receive it from the sharp edge of a knife. When he says ❛ try to ❜, he means that he is learning.
❝C'me here.❞ Hand drifts up to cup Warren's cheek, demands a kiss because it has been minutes, and because he can ! His other hand goes the other direction ( divide and conquer. The numbers game can work for multiple things . . . ) slipping lower and lower underneath the water line, down the familiar skin and curve of Warren's thigh. Would know him blind by the sound of his heartbeat alone. Could pick him out of a line-up by the sight of his thighs, too. ❝I'll always take care of you, pretty boy.❞ Offers another kiss before he forces himself to draw away. Can't get distracted from his goal of making Warren truly relax !
Massages the parts of his love that he can reach with the awkward angle ; will dry off the floor later after he's tucked Warren into bed. Can't even stand thinking about being away from him a moment before. ❝Trust me to wash your hair ? ❞ Knows some are on edge about it. Scratches his nails softly across his scalp. ❝Promise I ain't gonna get any in your eye or somethin'. Be real good about it. . .❞
steam curls in delicate tendrils around us , a hazy glow accentuating the sleek marble of my penthouse bathroom. the scent of lavender hangs in the air , lulling me into a warmth that’s deeper than just the water surrounding us. it’s amazing how solo can take this towering skyscraper of a place — always felt a bit impersonal , if i’m honest — and turn it into the coziest refuge just by being here , by leaning in close and whispering the softest promises.
i settle back against him , letting my shoulders sink until water nearly reaches my chin. even though the tub is spacious , we’re comfortably pressed together. every brush of his skin against mine unravels the tension clinging to my muscles. the city’s bustle down below feels worlds away , drowned out by the steady drip of water and the soothing cadence of our shared breaths.
when he cups my cheek , demanding a kiss , i can’t hold back my grin. i tilt my head , lips parting with a gentle urgency. the taste of him is familiar , like coming home , and i hum against his mouth. it’s such a simple act , but something about it steals my breath every single time. his hand ventures lower , beneath the water , tracing the curve of my thigh with a touch that sends a spark all the way up my spine. i trust him with every inch of me — physically , sure , but also in ways i never believed i could trust anyone.
he murmurs , ‘ i’ll always take care of you , pretty boy , ‘ and i feel the last lingering threads of worry unravel. i know he means it with everything he has. it’s in the way he rearranges my ridiculous throw pillows , how he cooks in my kitchen like it’s the most natural thing in the world , how he’ll show up at a moment’s notice , no matter how battered or exhausted he might be.
with a playful grin , he pulls back from our kiss. he won’t let himself get distracted — his mission , apparently , is to ensure i finally relax , and i let him take charge. his touch finds the knots in my shoulders , kneading them gently. i can’t help the low groan that escapes me ; the tension is melting away faster than i can register.
when he asks , ‘ trust me to wash your hair ? ‘ i laugh softly , sliding my gaze to the bottles of fancy shampoo on the edge of the tub. “ you know , i’d trust you with a whole lot more than that , ” i tease. but it’s not just playful banter — i mean every word.
a soft scratch of his nails across my scalp makes my eyes flutter shut. the sensation sends tingles of comfort radiating along my skull , and i lean back into him , letting him tilt my head gently. “ you’re not gonna get shampoo in my eyes , ” i say , more to reassure him than anything else. “ and even if you did , i’d forgive you. ”
he laughs , low and warm against my ear , and i can’t help but smile at the sound. it’s moments like these , moments when our guard is completely down , that i realize how far we’ve both come — from anger and solitude to genuine , heart-gripping peace. it’s a peace i never thought was possible , but here we are , in a swanky penthouse in new york city , tangled up in each other under lavender-scented water , building our own version of home one gentle touch at a time.
its the holidays and i want shippy things for warren for xmas thank you.
His hoodie covered her frame just enough to leave him wanting more. She wore that hoodie and that alone in hopes of getting a reaction out of him. A smile gracing her features the moment his messages came rolling in.
msg — delivered. when have l ever played fair?
msg — delivered. looks like I got my wish. Call me the second your plane touches down.
i let out a low whistle the second i saw her text. my hoodie on her body — barely covering what mattered most — was a sight i couldn’t erase from my mind even if i tried. she knew exactly what she was doing , wearing just that one item , making me miss home like a madman. i ran a hand through my hair , leaning back against the stiff seat as i imagined her smirking , fully aware of the effect she had on me.
“ call me the second your plane touches down , ” she’d said. my pulse thundered at the thought of her voice filling my ear , teasing and sweet all at once. in all honesty , i’d do more than call if i could. but for now , all i could do was type out a reply , hoping it’d hold me over until i could feel her in my arms again.
i curled my fingers around my phone and started typing :
𝄃𝄀⠀⠀⠀ⁱ - ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ⠀⠀⠀⸍⠀⠀⠀𝖭𝖠𝖮𝖬𝖨.⠀⠀⠀ퟹ you playing dirty is half the reason i’m so hooked , you know that ?
𝄃𝄀⠀⠀⠀ⁱ - ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ⠀⠀⠀⸍⠀⠀⠀𝖭𝖠𝖮𝖬𝖨.⠀⠀⠀ퟹ i’ll call you the moment my feet hit the ground — though i can’t promise i’ll be able to keep it together once i hear your voice.
One moment, it all comes crashing down around him like a house of cards being blown over. The next, hope is being rebuilt by the gentle hands of his love. A sharp exhale slips from between gritted teeth, a shudder shooting up his spine like lightning the moment Warren's hand covers his. Turns his palm to lace fingers together, holds on a bit tighter, a bit longer, as he allows himself to dream of the house and the promise that comes with it. Something owned between the both of them, a place for the both of them to return to that's fresh and free from the memories of a shit past.
Tribal chief can feel a treacherous smile tug at the corners of his mouth ⎯⎯ melts underneath the gaze of the only one who can make him spark. Reshapes himself into something more true to who he really is now that hope sparks and burns once more. ❝Almost got me scared there, man.❞ Tries to laugh it off with a joke, as if the blade had not been already pressed to his throat. As if he had not already calculated the best escape route out of the restaurant.
Gaze grows soft. Squeezes Warren's hand and hopes that it's enough of an answer. Hopes that a simple action is enough to voice all of his desires. Forever is an odd concept to him, even now, but he feels almost ready to think about it ( almost ready to admit that he sees Warren in all of his daydreams of the future. ) ❝I'd give you full creative freedom of the entire place, except the gym, yeah, that one is mine. You can do whatever the fuck you want with the rest of the place . . . I'd like that, actually.❞ Warren could make everything bright pink and he'd love it. Love it because it would be theirs.
my fingers tighten around his as he finally turns his palm to lace our hands together , and the world beyond our little table feels like it fades to grey. in that moment , it’s just us — our shared breath , our unspoken promises. a small laugh huffs past my lips when he admits he was almost ready to bolt , but i can see in his eyes that it’s not just a joke. he really was half an inch from cutting and running. the knowledge twists something inside of me , stirring up a fierce ache to make sure he never feels that need again.
i shift in my seat , leaning forward so our shoulders nearly touch. “ i’m sorry , ” i murmur , voice low. “ i never want to give you a reason to doubt this. doubt us. ” i flex my hold on him , giving his hand a gentle squeeze , hoping he feels the same electricity thrumming through me.
when he offers up the vision of that house — fresh , free of the ghosts that haunt each of our pasts — my pulse quickens with excitement and something that tastes suspiciously like relief. “ i’d paint every wall pink if it meant i got to see you come home every day , ” i tease , the corners of my mouth tugging into a smile. the idea of having full creative freedom over our future nest makes my heart do a fluttery somersault.
i swallow , eyes flicking down to our joined hands before drifting back up to his. “ but you’re serious about this , aren’t you ? ” my voice wobbles with a mixture of wonder and curiousity. “ a place that’s ours — just ours. you and me. no ghosts , no baggage. just … freedom. ”
his gaze , softer than i’ve ever seen it , steadies me. the weight of his promise lingers between us. i brush my thumb across his knuckles , feeling the roughness of skin that’s known far too many fights , far too many rings. “ i’m in , solo , ” i say , letting the last of my own fears slip away into the background noise of the restaurant. “ i want to build something that lasts. i want to do it with you. ”
he laughs then — soft , relieved — like he’s finally exhaling a breath he’s been holding for too long. and i can’t help but grin back , a warmth spreading through my chest at the thought of the future we’re tentatively sketching out. “ keep the gym. make it as badass as you want , ” i add , teasingly prodding his shoulder with mine. “ but the rest — well , guess you’ll just have to trust me not to go overboard with the glitter paint. ”
the way he smiles in return , a flicker of what could only be described as hope , tells me he’s more than willing to take that risk. and just like that , the restaurant around us seems to glow a little brighter , and the promise of a house — of a home — we can share feels undeniably real.
happy holidays / marry xmas to those who celebrate it ! <3 warren loves going back home to korea because he can observe family drama will downing for glasses of wine. [ BUT ALSO WHO'S COMING HOME WITH WARREN TO MEET HIS FAMILY ;) ]
msg — delivered. it’s a simple enough request, I believe I can make that happen for you. 😉
msg — delivered. my mom sent me a recipe for gingerbread I’ve been wanting to try out. we can make little gingerbread men and decorate them together. ❤️
i glance down at my phone , a slow grin spreading across my face the second i read her text. it’s amazing how even simple words from britt have this way of lighting me up inside. the thought of standing side by side in the kitchen , ginger and cinnamon scents filling the air , while we clumsily decorate gingerbread men — it warms me more than any holiday fire ever could.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝄃𝄀⠀⠀⠀ⁱ - ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ⠀⠀⠀⸍⠀⠀⠀𝖣𝖮𝖢𝖳𝖮𝖱 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖳.⠀⠀⠀ퟹ that sounds like the perfect plan. 😊 and trust me , there’s no one else i’d rather bake with. we’ll make the best gingerbread men team ever. ❤️
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝄃𝄀⠀⠀⠀ⁱ - ᵐᵉˢˢᵃᵍᵉ⠀⠀⠀⸍⠀⠀⠀𝖣𝖮𝖢𝖳𝖮𝖱 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖳.⠀⠀⠀ퟹ just don’t laugh too hard when my decorating skills turn out to be terrible. 😅
