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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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[chokedout]

[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.

[longlegs]

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

Bridal!

[ Princess fantasy, please. ]

[chokedout]

[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.

[longlegs]

[ 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.

[chokedout]

[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.]

[longlegs]

[ 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. ]

[chokedout]

[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?

[longlegs]

[ 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. ]

[chokedout]

[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.]

[longlegs]

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?

[chokedout]

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.

[longlegs]

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?

[chokedout]

[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.]

[longlegs]

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.

[chokedout]

Myyyy perfect wife.

[He smiles again, softening from the memories of his parents - who he thought, just for a second, were sweeter than they are. He kisses her, soft and sweet.]

May I ravage you sensually now, or would you prefer a massage?

🎀💕

[longlegs]

You know what? [ A dreamy little sigh after their kiss, raking fingers through the hair on his nape. ] I think I'll take the massage. Starting…

[ Grabbing one of his hands, she places it right on the swell of her breast. ]

Here.