@Secretive0Reader
Here's your first official task my beta reader!!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/11XFTaONd2VUfNDw2r-wH76qPZ5QY7m2kwh9RSxN28nE/edit?usp=drivesdk
Lmk what you think.
@-KUYA- ill look over it more and get back to you, bc I never got this notification </3 A little busy rn because im in a meeting, and today is payroll too.
⸝⸝ ꒰ Heard you were busy sleeping your life away and worshipping the 9-5 grind. No worries, I was busy leveling up. Say hello to my new wife/husband, @hxllsing (Ivy can be both for me fr). Be nice, my rose is a 10 and you're just... you /silly
All while you were busy being a slave to the grind btw (get that bag, I guess?). I went and found someone who actually has their life together.
I came to your profile to scroll endlessly it seems (っ °Д °;)っ
⸝⸝ ꒰ Bro. I GOT THE WEDDING... but like I kinda found an argument I forgot about and it gave me whiplash.
⸝⸝ ꒰ Excuse me... kinda getting emotional... Suehgwsbbs.. Wahahahgaga. About to cry fr... Jdbsbs
⸝⸝ ꒰ @Secretive0Reader I kinda forgot about the whole scenario... so felt like I read it for the first time, too
⸝⸝ ꒰ “I thought,” The Alpha continued, each word forced out with immense effort, “that the proposal, the event, the… the trappings… needed to be perfect. A flawless equation. A solution to the problem of ‘forever.’ I have spent weeks analyzing gemological reports, architectural stability, financial instruments.” A short, hollow laugh escaped him. “I have twelve engagement rings in my safe. Twelve. And I hate all of them.”
Aleksei’s breath caught; the cold knife of doubt in his gut twisted further, but now it was mingled with a bewildered, aching understanding. Wayne wasn’t pulling away after all, for he was drowning.
“Why?” Is what managed to find its way out, his own voice softening despite himself.
“Because they’re not you,” Wayne muttered as if in agony, the words bursting forth. “You are not a flawless gem. You are a scarred neck and a bad back and the smell of cheap precinct coffee. You are terrible jokes and silent strength and hands that fix old cars and hold your granddaughter like she’s made of light.” He took another step, closing the distance between them as his voice rose in pitch. His scent enveloped Aleksei, a pathetic wave of desperation. “I can buy you a mountain, Aleksei, but you’d only want to be in the city where the people you love are. I can commission a symphony, and you’d just ask if the violinist needs a cup of water. I have spent my life building perfect, empty things. And you… you are the first real, imperfect, living thing I have ever wanted to keep.”
He was close enough now that Aleksei could see the faint, frantic pulse in his throat. Wayne’s hands came up, but they didn’t grab, they hovered, trembling, as if afraid to touch.
“I got lost in the ‘how,’” Wayne whispered, his ocean-blue eyes wide and shockingly vulnerable. “And I forgot the ‘what.’ The ‘what’ is you. Just you. In a crappy apartment or a penthouse or a cardboard box, I don’t care. The ‘what’ is me, coming home to you. Every day. For all the days.”
⸝⸝ ꒰ SOBBING FR... BECAUSE MY BABIES... I WENT THROUGH SO MUCH WITH THEM
@Secretive0Reader My characters are the strangers that I secretly stab once in a while but just overall ignore
@-Noctis_Asahi- LITERALLY, MY CHARACTERS ARE LITERALLY LIKE MY BABIES THAT GREW UP WITH ME
⸝⸝ ꒰ Am I the only one who kinda wants Aleksei fr... Didhdhdhgdvd
@-Noctis_Asahi- both ur Wayne and the Bruce one. I need both their cookies viciously
⸝⸝ ꒰ Should I send you some scenarios, hehe. Like proposal, etc... short scenes, heh.
⸝⸝ ꒰ Okay, info done. Lol (finally...) And this is a 12k word only document... how about the 20k ones.