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"I love you. I would love you if tomorrow we lost everything. I would love you if you kept me as a shameful secret on scraps of your time and affection. I would love you if I could never touch you again. I would love you if you woke up and found you weren't gloriously handsome anymore. I would love you if you never loved me. I love you, I love you, I would always love you. Will always love you. I love *you* for *yourself*."

“Darling, I know,” Finnegan says, touching his fingertips to Victor’s cheek.

As if to prove it, he leans forward and presses his lips - closed, not quite shy - to Victor’s. Another day, such a declaration of love might ignite passionate, open-mouthed kisses; the kind that heated up quickly and boiled over into sex.

Tonight, Finnegan is tired. So tired. Everyone has had something to say about his relationship and, finally, the only person who mattered spoke. It should have been all he heard. The “I love yous” should have been all he heard. Instead he hears the worst case scenarios Victor dreams up and he wants to cry. He wants to laugh. He wants to hold his husband and tell him about the secret seeds of doubt others have planted in him, that he has planted in himself, which are now a poison garden of lies and half-truths and uncertainties, with weeds of reality sown in, jutting up in the dirt violently, as if to remind him that there are realities they both try to ignore when they say “I love you”. Tonight he is tired and he hurts and it will take more than hypotheticals to rip up that garden so he can lay down fresh sod.

He wishes he’d kissed Victor with more lust than love tonight. It would be so much easier to fuck him against their mattress than to show him the hurt he’s trying to strip away.

“I don’t doubt you.”

Is it a lie if Finnegan wants desperately to believe it?

“And I never tire of hearing it.”

A truth, because even if he is tired, he can feel his cold blood warm at Victor’s words.

“I love you, too, and I will do everything I can to make sure you know it and that the whole, damn world understands that I love you and choose you. We’ll get through whatever comes our way. We’ve done it before.”

A promise and, really, isn’t that what matters?

Finnegan kisses Victor again and his tense body slackens just a bit, his lips part in invitation, and the world is right again.

#;;from the third richest family in england | {finnegan}#;;ic | {finnegan}#.002 | modern #tinfoiltemplar #x. asks #x. anon #((I have never felt this Bone Tired with Finn))#((he just wants to be reassured and it's fascinating?))#((he's doing so much self soothing and is ready to soothe Victor))#((but I think he would kill just to be loved on tonight))#Anonymous

I love your single dad rudyard fic so much!!!!!! do you have any wos fic recs? I love anything this fandom has to offer!

((First of all, thank you so much!!! My single dad Rudyard fic(s) - Dadyard, as I call him/the series - is an absolute joy to write and I”m glad you enjoyed it! I’m also very flattered you’d turn to me for fic recs. My AO3 bookmarks are unorganized and incomplete, but I have several fics to recommend!))

Chapyard

Sharing a Mattress by enchantedsleeper: Bedsharing, banter, and making Bruno Mattress commercials canon. Gotta love it. One-shot.

The Accidental Avian Anthology by @arborealoverlords: Honestly, some of the best fiction - fanfiction or otherwise - I’ve read in a long while. Engaging authorial voice and delightfully IC dialogue, even in “slightly supernatural Piffling Vale”. There are three fics in this collection and each of them is very different but very, very good!

I Hope To Annoy You For The Rest Of My Life; And I See You're Quite Ready To Return The Favour by DontOffendtheBees: The dialogue and pacing in this one is a treat! It was actually the fic that first warmed me to Chapyard (and, ask my writing partners here, that was no small feat. I think they put up with me complaining about Chapyard the way Rudyard complains about Chapman himself).

Marligone

After the Spotlight Fades by DeadBrilliant: This fic is such a labor of love and you can tell. I’m excited to see a queer representation of Antigone (especially as a queer woman) and a portrayal of a minor charcater, Marlene Magdalena, as a protagonist (see: me writing Calliope as a protagonist). Love it and am eagerly awaiting updates.

Non-Shippy

Mark Here Our Shadow by groveofbones: I cried reading this. I’m a sucker for angst, but didn’t think there was a niche for it in WO fic until I read this. I can’t reiterate this enough: I cried so much. It renders the twins’ relationship so poignantly!

r/Piffling by gay_possum_god: I laughed reading this. Listen. Listen. I am probably the only person I know who doesn’t spend time on Reddit. But if this Reddit were real, I feel sure that would change. Do you already know the plot because you know canon? Yes. But it is worth the read. So much fun! I’m looking forward to more updates!

Routine by ouro_boros: Admittedly, this is part of a larger body of work that I’m sure I’ve read but this one stands out to me most prominently because of the relationship written between Chapman and Georgie. I love getting to see them talk. There’s a hint of background Chapyard (one-sided?) and Chapman and Georgie smoke weed together in it, so if neither of those is your thing, steer clear. I’d still recommend it if you’re on the fence about one or both of those things, though, if just for the character study. It’s really beautiful.

((I’m sure there are other, awesome fics out there, but these are the ones I return to time and again. I hope I’ve given you some new reading material, anon. And please, stay tuned as I continue my Dadyard series. Chapters 1 and 2 of the sequel, titled Catch and Release are now up for your reading pleasure!

Take care, have a great day, and as Eric Chapman would say, enjoy yourself!))

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Are you seriously this desperate? With how needy you are I bet your cunt will suck my fingers right in 🪼 Now you want me to fuck you

mm i do get a little slutty when someone’s mean to me. need to be put in my place by those fingers, slapping me around.

maybe even a little spitting on it.

#x. anon #🪼#🪼 anon #i’m just a girl

God, you’ve got no idea how much I need to have you rn. To feel your pretty pussy clench around my fingers each time I slap you 🪼

oh my, anon, you’ve got me so flustered right now.

and my pussy clenching against nothing just thinking about it.

#x. anon #🪼 anon #🪼#please come fuck me fr fr

Mmm I’m into you 🪼

is that soooo?

#x. anon #🪼 anon #🪼

Are you into anal 🪼

maybe a little bit.

#x. anon #🪼 anon #🪼

🍻“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

"Where do I fucking start?" Caoimhín said laughing as dates were always awkward for him. His face was red and flushed but this time from the alcohol and not his shyness. As much as hated talking about dates and his sex life, being drunk made it easier. "A friend at uni set me up on a blind date with a cracker of a blonde, very attractive." He paused to take a drag of his cigarette, then laughed. "The problem was they had a penis between their legs and I found out that she was convinced I was gay for the whole first semester of our course." It was safe to say as a young man that had been very awkward, as he hadn't had much experience with dating at that age. "He was a lovely fella' and we had a few drinks but he just wasn't for me."