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MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table.
(meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

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[ Her heart is racing, her cheeks warm — she doesn't know what to expect and is still terrified she might be hoping for too much, that she'll be disappointed, somehow, when what Teddie says next is too different from this undefined dream that's bringing her up to the clouds. Even as Mila's expression is as bright as sunshine, there's caution in her smile, telling herself this can't actually be what she thinks it is. ]

… Yeah, [ She says with soft laughter, lifting her right hand up to her chest. ] I'll gift you a part of my soul too, Teddie.

[ A phrase keeps repeating in her head, in her voice, then in his. ]

I'm yours, you're mine.

[He feels so elated - this warm bubbly feeling in his chest, threatening to pour over. He reaches down for her hand, the left, and cradles it in his palm. He strokes his finger over the back of it, before meeting gaze with her once again. This feels like a familiar moment somehow, even though he knows it's not. Whispering together their own set of vows, tying themselves together without the drama of outside viewers.]

I promise to cherish you, to love you and most importantly - to never stifle who you are because I love every aspect of you that I know and all of those I've yet to learn. This ring only signifies a part of my devotion, the rest of which I'll owe you to my dying day. Do you accept it?

[He says with a cheeky smile, ring to the tip of her finger.]

[ It's so hard to figure out what this feeling is. She's just so — bubbly. Made of butterflies, made of the glints of sunlight that reflect off crystalline water in the Spring. Teddie says the most perfect things and her mind is a blank, just pure emotion and not enough of her to fully express it with just one, physical body. (She wants to wrap him in darkness like it's an extension of her, the purest form of intimacy beyond her touch. Why does she keep dreaming that she can do that?) ]

I do. [ Softly, almost a whisper, ] Oh my god.

Well then, please.

[He says softly, smile unshakeable as he slips the ring onto her finger - amazed that it fits perfectly, without any need to resize. He then strokes his thumb over it, before reaching up to cup her face with the same hand - gazing at her with the purest of affection:]

Are we married yet? Because I'm gonna kiss you.

[And he does.]

[ She looks at the ring, brushes her thumb over it affectionately, in a dream, before Teddie has her attention and her kiss, long and indulgent, arms thrown around his shoulders and neck to keep him close. Anyone would laugh at the idea of coming to Saltburnt to live a fairytale romance. Everyone's going to roll their eyes at the idea of Mila Singer and Teddie Weston-Price desiring, let alone knowing how to commit to a relationship like this. Could be that tomorrow Teddie realizes he's sobered up and dials it all down to romantic theater, but she won't let that reality sink its claws in her heart just yet. If it's fake, if it's a dream, let her stay under its spell for a while longer. ]

I love you.

I love you.

[He says with another kiss, this time slow and dragging - being outside feels right for a moment like this, and with his eyes closed it's almost like they're completely surrounded by nature. He breathes in deep, kisses her a third time before blinking open his eyes and finding his arms around her, gently twirling her around with a burst of excitement.]

[ A surprised little noise, more laughter, she holds on to him and peppers his cheek with kisses before stealing one more (always one more) from his lips. She lifts her hand to admire her cute little ring, places her forehead against his next. ]

So… It's time for our wedding night.

May I interest you in a glass of champagne before whisking you away to our suite for the night?

[He had just enough time to make his bed and put a few candles out - he would've liked for rose petals, but he was on the fly here. And for that, he thinks it went pretty well. It seems almost destined that their makeshift weddings seem to work out - almost like they're meant to be. He lets go of her slowly, to hold up the bottle, unwinding the cage while aiming the cork off toward the gardens when it pops a moment later.]

Yes, please.

[ They're only apart for a few minutes and she already wants to be all over him again, back to thinking about this possible dream she can't let go of just yet. Mila grabs the glasses to help, holds them up for him to pour the champagne. ]

[After ensuring the foam of the spray doesn't hit her feet or her dress, he pours two glasses neatly before setting the bottle aside. He'll take one from her, then gently gesture for them to interlock arms. One must be cheesy with their weddings, no matter the era. (Or life.)]

To a new beginning.

[ She moves to interlock their arms like that had always been the plan - again, like they've done it before - totally enamored when she watches his expression, feeling like a princess. Mila is so glad she wore this dress. ]

To a new beginning.

[ Drinking carefully, glass held at her side when they release each other, Mila kisses Teddie on his jawline. ]

Still feels right?

[One sip of champagne and he's grinning, nodding at her with his hand up - tracing her arm, just keeping some feather light touch.]

Mmhmm. I can't wait 'til the morning, when I wake up and realize how lucky I am all over again. You've also got a choice to make...

[He's setting his glass down, clasping his hands together.]

Am I carrying you bridal style or whisking you over my shoulder. Pick quiiiickly.

[ And she rushes to put her glass down too, excited. ]

Bridal!

[ Princess fantasy, please. ]

[Theo's confidence in himself is at an all time high - she makes him feel like he's on top of the world. He wants to just whisk her away, to live skin to skin for the rest of his life. He pushes his sleeves up a bit and swoops in, laughing as he hoists her up into his arms and starts to walk back to his room, kissing her cheek as he goes.]

I'm gonna brag about my hot wife all week.

[ Close to him like this, arms wrapped around him for support, she leans in to nip softly at his ear. So much for all the fanciness she'd been feeling up until now— ]

I'm gonna give you something to really brag about.

[His laugh is loud, and he has to adjust the way he holds her as he rounds a corner - hurrying toward his door, pausing in front of it to ask her to get it through another peal of laughter. He'll manage to finagle them inward, toward the bed where he's looking to set her down.]

Over the threshold, here, let me get you comfortable.

[He'll take her shoes off, one by one.]

[ With the trek behind them, Mila leans back on the bed with her hands, facilitating having her shoes taken off. If Teddie stands up, she'll lean over to take off his jacket; then she'll want to start unbuttoning his shirt, looking up with warm eagerness. ]

[He leans into it, hand sliding up from her ankle before his hand is up over the side of her dress and he's crawling into bed over top of her. He makes sure they're centered in the bed, dropping to an elbow to lay close, kissing her jaw for another languid moment of affection before he'll help start shedding his shirt the rest of the way off and begin to tackle peeling that beautiful blue number from her body.]

Am I Teddie Singer-Weston-Price now?

[ She thinks she might be blushing, looking up at Teddie and thinking about how long it's been since she's felt this intimate with someone. More than sex, more than fun, there's something vulnerable in the blue of her eyes and the subtle shyness in her smile, lovingly trapped in this moment that feels so new and yet so familiar. ]

That's a very long name. They're definitely gonna think we're European. Royalty, even.

[ Mila runs her hands down his shoulders, touching his arms, trying to steal a kiss to his lips, his jawline, his neck. Her dress slides off once they get the back, breasts exposed, nipples soft. Arms kept out of the way, hips lifted, some laughter decorates the ritual, left with nothing but her lingerie, heels and jewelry. She rests one gentle hand on her navel, watching Theo, searching for that special light in those eyes. ]

[He wants to treat the dress with the reverence it deserves, but he gets excited in peeling it away - letting it slide off the bed, followed by layers until he's shirtless too - belt undone, body draped over her to keep kissing her neck and shoulder. He alternates sides, pressing a kiss to her lips in between.]

If it's too much, I don't mind just being Theodore Singer, too.

[Her name's important, and he feels oddly free spirited with his own in leaving it behind.]

And I'll be Mila Weston-Price? Some couples just trade names.

[ Still bubbly, still trying to touch him any chance she gets — his shoulders, his waist, then his abs, around to the small of his back. Anything to keep him close, to feel him warm. To feel him on her, just like those kisses. ]

I like it. Your family wouldn't mind?

But what if we want to maaaatch...

[He likes juggling names. Sorting them out. Feels like writing them on lined paper in math class, daydreaming about a happy ending that he's already sort of won.]

I don't care what my family thinks. They'll just be happy I'm not in a ditch.

Then we'll match. Anything to make my husband the happiest.

[ Emphasized by another kiss, hips pressing up into him. ]

Think they'd want to meet me?

[His arms are around her, tight.]

I want to say yeah. But they're kind of shit at being kind or compassionate. So when that day comes... don't take it personally if they're weird, okay? I really don't care what they think in the grand scheme of things, but it's hard to miss it when they want to share it.

[Just. His urge to protect her from that is strong.]

I'll remember that. [ Confident that her dear husband's going to protect her, really. ] My p— [ arents are going to love you. Mila's smile fades, surprised at herself for thinking about the Singers, not Henry and Lauralae, then making an effort to not get sad. ] My perfect husband.

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