I want all of the WIPs but I can’t help but keep coming back to “Hips Don’t Lie Copia” out of sheer (lust) curiosity
Oh it'll be sheer lust probably. You get dragged to a bachata dance class with a friend when their date cancels on them. Your friend quickly finds another partner but that's ok because Copia is the instructor and he decides to give you some special attention. Maybe even offer some private lessons for later idk.
Here is a little (very very unedited) sneak peek:
You heard his shoes clacking against the floor as Copia got closer. Your friend wiggled their eyebrows at you, laughing when you hissed at them. Like usual they ignored you and called out to the instructor.
"Hey Copia! Can you help my friend here?" You gave them a horrified look but they just spun you around to face Copia. "She needs a lot of help with her uh, movements."
Copia tsked at you and shook his head. He somewhat politely moved your partner out of the way and stepped right up into your space. You couldn’t help but look into those intense eyes of his, the dark makeup around them making the green and white pop even more than they would have normally. His mustache and sideburns were trimmed immaculately just like they’ve been every lesson so far, but his hair was a little out of sorts. Strands were falling over his forehead that also was covered in a light sheen of sweat.
“Dolcezza?”
Oh, shit. Stop staring and focus!
“I’m sorry, yes what’s wrong?”
You tried not to blush at his smirk, but by the way it grew you knew he noticed. Glancing to the side you saw your partner had wandered off to chat with the group nearest to you so you tried to relax a little and pay attention to Copia.
“Your movements are a little stiff, you need to let go, si? You need to feel the music as you move.” He slid around you, graceful in his steps like always and pressed up against your back. “Like this.”
Copia snapped his fingers towards the person closest to the stereo system and when they turned it back on he immediately moved his hands to your hips. The sensual beats of the music echoed through the room and Copia started circling his hips to it. His hands guided your own as he did and you started to echo his movements. You had to bite your lip to keep from making any embarrassing sounds because holy shit did it feel good to have him basically grinding against you.
“Bene, molto bene.”
A gasp did leave you when his hands squeezed your hips and you brought your own up to cover his. Copia just chuckled and entangled his fingers in yours as he pulled them up behind your head and held them against his shoulders. He turned his hands so yours ended up pressing against his head and oh wow his hair was just as soft as it looked. The beat of the music changed and with an easy movement he spun your around and pressed your chest against his own, that smirk still on his face as he looked into your eyes once more.
You refused to count his freckles.
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will you ever come back, or is this an indefinite hiatus/straight up dipping?
i don't know
all the i miss yous are making me want to come back but ik i would just be terrified and motionless as soon as i do
Vent-ish Rant downstairs
CW: Pedophilia, Antisemitism, Suicide, Ableism, Harassment, Bullying, all the important words except for murder basically
i want to fix things in private with the people who hurt me so things can be okay and I don't out them for being wieners
but i also want everyone to know who hurt me, yet I'm aware it's not the right choice to make. social media outrage barely leads to anything, specially where minors are concerned
hell,now that i think about it, considering the fact that they genuinely don't believe people older than them are allowed to have feelings, I don't even think talking would be the right move
it's scary, its fucking scary
fuck. the whole thing started with a person mocking the way i spoke about crowley telling me to stop babying him because i was a legal adult and shouldn't be speaking like that
i had just turned 18 and the person was only a year younger than me
like when it's gone to that point and shit is that fucked up, what can one person even do
i remember i laughed about it back then but truth be told, every single little thing I've been told and that I've listened to coming from the people who hurt me has fucking destroyed me as a person
I looked at my older Discord messages, from before this whole mess started. I was so fucking happy and shameless with my joy, now look at my sorry ass
i just.
it's crazy that i have to go around masking in social media of all places because there are people that take such offense to me being cringe that they legitimately turn into high school mean girls
it's crazy that there are people who claim I'm something i am not because they want to make me look bad in the eyes of their little circlejerking friend groups so they can feel like the hero of the story
it's crazy that empathy goes completely out of the window when an account is big, that people don't see human beings as human beings when they're behind a screen
"just log off lol" i am a lonely shut in motherfucker due to my autism (that, surprise surprise, hinders my ability to socialize), you do not understand what you're asking of me, specially while being in this country and at this point in time where I'm actively craving to kick the metaphorical bucket, at daily risk of doing so, and what basically is house arrest for my own safety and well being
(aka, avoiding to physically yeet myself into upcoming traffic or buying something to actually seal the deal)
thus far I've been accused of antisemitism, pedophilia, being too self-centered (which. bro, the reason why i talk about myself is because it's the one thing i can comment on without being scared of some random person coming to tell me "NuH uH" about it out of nowhere or worse, having their feelings hurt because I don't agree with them 100%), proshipper (which, to those people, the word implies wonderful labels such as "incest apologist" "pedophile" (again) "abuse endorser" among other things) ((sidenote, I'm on neither side on that particular discourse. my friends from both sides know this. I would elaborate on my stance if this wasn't already long enough, but it is, so I'm leaving it at an "I don't care, you do you, but please leave me out of it")), being... mean... because i blocked someone...? (this one is just. that's how the second wave of hate started btw. yeah, because i blocked someone. holy fuck), and there's probably a handful of other things I haven't seen yet. fuck it, there's probably someone out there calling me a zoophile because of my catboy au
My friends who I will not name because I don't want the high school mean girls crusade to get to them, have helped me stash out evidence for all of the accusations and bullying.
fuck, they were the ones who let me know about it on the first place, both actions for which i am eternally thankful for because it means I can defend myself properly should the occasion arise (dios no quiera)
I've already had to make a post on Xitter responding to the antisemitism and pedophilia claims, in which, for the latter, i had to reveal extremely personal information for the people who started this to give me respite if only for a while
and. ugh
What I'm trying to get at with all of this is. it's. coming back is scary. i want to but at the same time I don't think I can take this shit anymore
I wish I had people defending me like this when the harassment started because I'm a spineless little bitch who'd rather talk things out and at least be neutral with people than clap back and tell them to stop being stinky
but what's done is done and now i just gotta figure out how to fix my head before i do something stupid
this is not the full story obviously, I'm cutting off certain details as well as more personal depression stuff to not make this bible longer than it already is
fuck
TLDR: I need a hug, idk if I'm coming back, I probably will cuz I can't say no to people, and some teenagers are horrible
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