Transparent_Existence
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They said it was casual. Convinced themselves that it was nothing more.
Then touch became need, taste became memory, and every sound they made together started to ring differently. Husk smelled like a vintage memory, he tasted like spiced vices and warmth and every time Angel got close, he thought he’d happily drown in that cocktail of aromas. Angel's voice is gleeful melancholy, an old song playing off a love word record. A tune that Husk wants to keep stuck in his head for however long eternity is.
Casual has quickly become the wrong word for what they've built, and without it, both worry this can't last.
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- Part 8 of The Roles We Play
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Thirteen-year-old Riley Jane Harper spends her last golden days of childhood wrapped in sun-warmed afternoons, imaginary stories, and secrets shared beneath the willow tree. Alongside her best friend Davis Randall, she spends the last summers of childhood listening to the cicadas scream, wrestling with belief, and navigating the weight of family expectations while growing up.
Years later, called back to her hometown after her father’s death, Riley must confront the ghosts of a past she tried to forget in a place that no longer feels like home.
A Southern Gothic coming-of-age story about girlhood, grief, family bonds, and the quiet power of friendship.
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A week has passed since Husk stayed the night in Angel’s room, and neither of them has been the same since. Angel fears he pushed too far, that he’s become too much to handle. Husk fears he’s hurting Angel without meaning to and losing sight of their arrangment. And somewhere between the barstools and closed bedroom doors, they’ve lost track of what casual really means.
When Husk invites Angel to his room for the first time, it’s more than just another hookup. And what starts as an experiment in role reversal to give Angel the power he’s often denied becomes a challenge in maintaining the roles their agreement requires them to play.
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- Part 6 of The Roles We Play
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In a city where nothing sticks but the alcohol spilled on the floor and no one stays for longer than they have to, Husk keeps his bar running on cheap booze, jazz music and the memories of every time Pop-rock star Angel Dust has stopped in for a drink while on tour.
Playing that first hit album on the jukebox, Husk waits for Angel to make his last tour through the city while remembering one-night stands that were never meant to mean anything but lingered like lipstick stains on a glass he never bothered to wipe clean.
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There’s a birthday marked on the calendar, a cupcake in the corner drawn in soft black ink. The kind of simple note that's meant to reserve the day for joy, for balloons and laughter, for frosting kisses and candles flickering in tiny gusts of excited breath. But there’s no celebration waiting. No banner strung across the ceiling. No paper crowns or giggles echoing down the hallway. The oven is cold. But the silence is warm as a grave dug deep into my heart.
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I'm emotional, so I'm writing about my daughter, who would have been six today.
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A series of unconnected stories to satisfy the weird ideas I keep randomly getting. I don't know how many of these there will be, they're just weird was to indulge myself and keep writing.
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Angel can’t shake the feeling that it can’t be over. How can he really be free when he knows Val is still out there, defeated but not gone? Maybe this makes him a vindictive asshole and maybe he won’t deserve redemption after this, but fuck, it’s been so long since Angel’s felt like his spite means anything at all.
He’s so sick of having a monster under the bed. Time to turn on the lights.
Or: The Vees have been defeated, but Angel and Valentino aren't finished with each other just yet.
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- Part 1 of flesh forsake me
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Bookmarked by Transparent_Existence
31 Aug 2025
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Husk, the Gambling Demon, wins Angel’s contract in a poker game and subsequently becomes Angel’s new boss.
Angel did not think Hell could get any worse, but it just fucking did.
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Bookmarked by Transparent_Existence
13 Aug 2025
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“You've been fucking with me, Angel.”
Angel smirks. It’s mischievous, adorable, sharp; he bites his lower lip and bats his eyelashes, letting out a little gasp, playing up the fake innocence in his big eyes.
“You left me hanging on the terrace that night, remember, Angie?” Val purrs into Angel’s ear. “Made me cum in my pants and ditched me. That was a bitch move.”
“You liked it,” Angel turns his head to smirk at Val, that defiant glint in his eye again. Val could kiss him.
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Angel leaves Val wanting more and Val makes sure to take it.Bookmarked by Transparent_Existence
10 Jul 2025
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“We have as long as we want,” Husk says, leaning forward. He rubs Angel evenly, which gets Angel to back his hips up in a premature attempt to regain those good sensations. “Night’s ours. Nobody’s up. I wanna take our time.”
Husk’s hand delves beneath Angel’s underwear. An immense amount of slick meets him, causing the cloth to stick in places that can’t be comfortable. Separated from Angel’s body, it cools.
“Because this—” Husk dips just low enough to nudge the tip of his middle finger just barely inside of Angel. “Belongs to us right now, baby. And I don’t rush with a treat this good.”
OR: Husk fingers Angel to completion over the bar counter. Multiple times. With varying results.
Bookmarked by Transparent_Existence
04 Apr 2025
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There are times for soft and sweet, for tenderness that steals his breath away like snuffing a candle. Tonight is not one of those times.
“Alright,” he says, placing a hand on Angel’s knee and squeezing once. “Whatever you need, kid. I’m here.”
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15 Jan 2025