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@dvrkdreams
guess who’s baaaaaaack? i took a much needed break to finish the end of my semester but now i’m HERE. i need to do some replies to @hotboxed who i know has been waiting for them, but idk if anyone else wants to keep their threads with me! or start new ones??? just lmk
snap → tbd.
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any connection ! read more about waverly here.
waverly: WHYYYY have i never been to a club before ?? waverly: this is so fun waverly: i love dancing waverly: do you love dancing?? we shoudl gio to a club together!!
max: how did you even get to a club? max: i dance just as well as one would assume i dance max: which is awful and practically never max: but i’ll go to a club with you
hotboxed:
for a beat, she’ll wonder if her attention is unwanted. sinead had always been aware of her self worth, but this was a relatively unknown environment — maybe max wasn’t the same fun guy at school that he’d been during last night’s encounter. when he goes up to the front of the room her stomach d r o p s, and complexion begins to warm with a rosy glow. ( unbelievable ! when finally given an opportunity to look at him, doing so felt impossible. ) not once did the two maintain eye contact throughout his introduction, and then he’s LEAVING the classroom, and leaving a sourness in sinead’s mouth. she’s all but pouting as the remaining minutes tick away, wasting no time once released and making it out the door first. a kind of SQUEAK elicits when she’s being pulled in the direction of someone else, but stained petals soon curl into a wicked grin once she realizes who it is. ❝ says who ? i never heard the teacher mention anything about well-aimed projectiles. just something about an absence limit. ❞ it’s I N T E R E S T I N G to see him sober and straightened up, towering inches above her now that they weren’t seated at a bar. under the harsh white hallway lighting, the male is still magnificent. a lion fully-grown. a man. ❝ i know you said you’re studying teaching but i didn’t realize you meant teaching me. ❞ poorly painted digits slide against the soft flesh of his inner wrist, as he still had a hold on her both figuratively and literally. ❝ you look handsome. hi. ❞
max knew that they should move somewhere else that was a bit more hidden. he wasn’t the professor, but it still wasn’t smiled upon for him to be FRATERNIZING with the students. this is his future, but he still didn’t care enough to actually move. away enough now from the class with everyone else rushing off to their next class, they were hidden enough to put his mind at ease. ❝ it is implied that students will not throw anything about the classroom when they are adults. ❞ his hand never let go of where it was wrapped around her wrist, so thin and delicate under his fingers ( he wondered if she’d bruise easily ) and his lips curled into a small smile. this was what he felt last night. the ELECTRICITY between them, sparking without them saying anything. if max believed in things like love at first sight, this would probably be a moment like it. ❝ hi. ❞ the world quiet off his lips, wanting to pull her intimately closer. ❝ well you ran off so i couldn’t tell you more. like how i had a full day the next day. one class including college algebra. ❞ he felt like he wanted to be honest with her, expose himself in ways that no one had seen before. but he needed to be slow moving. something that the male wasn’t good at. ❝ you’re beautiful. i’m max. ❞
hotboxed:
[ CLOSED STARTER ] @dvrkdreams
initially, she’ll insist that ashen optics are playing TRICKS on her. his face had been p a i n t e d on the inside of her eyelids since the night before — sometimes, she thought that maybe she’d made him up entirely. some half-drunken haze. A FEVER DREAM. but then he’s still there, in plain sight like some sort of art exhibit : russet hues focused on something just out of view. instinct has her craving his attention, like she needs it or she’ll combust, but a professor pulls everyone’s attention to the front of the room. vision flashes to the clock : EIGHT MINUTES left until class released. eight minutes she couldn’t bare the idea of. without second thought, sinead r i p s a piece of notebook paper from her school binder, and crumples it before tossing it in the male’s direction. laughter stifles behind her hands as the projectile bounces onto the table he’s stationed at.
don’t look at her, don’t look at her, DON’T LOOK AT HER. max kept repeating the same sentence in his head through out the entire class. his long fingers spinning the pen between them trying his best to ignore the eyes BURNING the side of his face. this was the first job max had ever had where he loved what he did, every single day he wanted to be there — but today she put a kink in the plan. the piece of paper FLEW past his eyes on to his desk which brought him back to the classroom. he stared at the paper for a second, head tilting to the side before actually looking at the girl. she was an ANGEL walking among them and he was already in her grasp. the professor introduced max at the end of class, letting him have a moment before it was dismissed. ❝ hey guys, i’m max west. i’m the teaching assistant for most of the department, but i’ll be the study instructor for this class. my si sessons are on thursdays for two hours before class but i’ll also be in every class. ❞ his smile was a little forced, once again keeping his eyes off the girl. a small little wave and he took his leave from the class, letting the professor finish up. instead of walking to his office ( which he should have done ) he stopped right behind the door and waited for class to be over. reaching out for the girl’s wrist when she exited the class, pulling her aside from everyone. ❝ you can’t THROW stuff at me in class. ❞
NEW MUSE ADDED! read about natalyn here.
also someone throw their hailey at chase because if that is even remotely true, i’m here for it.
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SO i caught up on my replies and i’ve gained some new followers in the last week so if you wanna get a thread going LIKE this. i’ll come to you about muses !
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“ whatever. ” the male responds simply as he keeps his gaze at a certain part of the room they were in. kai just rolls his eyes at her once more, running his fingers through his messy locks as he turns back to look at the girl when she had tapped his shoulder. he was silent as he stood, hands shoved into his pockets as he followed bella to the window. “ look, i’m not BOTHERED by anything. ” the male says back, his lies continuing to leave his lips as the duo made their way towards the roof. he could definitely feel the cool breeze whip against him as they made their way up, quite lucky that he was wearing a jacket at this time.
bella pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders when she climbed her way on to the roof, letting out a small breath that she felt like she was holding before sitting down. the night was darker than she expected, but the cold air made her feel oddly comfortable. her hands reaching in the surprisingly deep pockets of her cardigan, pulling out the thin joint she’d rolled before he even got there. ❝ here’s what we’re gonna do. ❞ her lips held the joint between them, cupping her hands around the end as she lit it with the lighter painted with her own name. she inhaled the smoke slowly, two fingers plucking it from her lips but not extending it to him immediately. ❝ we’re gonna smoke my weed and you’re gonna at least tell me a little about what’s going on. please? ❞ her hand extended towards him, using the free one to pat the roof next to her so he’ll sit with her, closer hopefully to get some of his warmth.
I don’t want to be the guy that gets emotional, but we’ve been together for eight years. And we’ve been on this wild ride together. - Michael Trevino
cvscades:
she rolls her eyes playfully at his retort. he was right– well, he was always right but she wasn’t going to admit that. she felt his hand settle on her back, relishing in this new feeling. throwing her leg over his, she resembled a position similar to a koala clinging onto another. “ how are they dangerous ?? what happens if you aren’t careful ? ” one of anya’s favorite pastimes is to listen to kane speak– whatever it may be ( mostly plants. ). he was just so passionate about it, never even stopping to take breaths between monologues. “ you’ve very warm, ” she finds herself saying against his chest.
his fingers slowly moved along her back, tracing small little shapes through her shirt as a way to keep his fingers busy. there was something different about how she curled into him that he really didn’t understand, truly he felt like there was supposed to be picking up on but he was just missing it. ❝ they are covered in these hairs, literally these tiny hairs all over, that are extremely toxic if they touch your skin. one of the most toxic plants in all of australia. ❞ his eyes flickering down at where she was speaking softly, lips parting for a second trying to come up with something to say. a few lingering seconds passed slowly, ❝ i enjoy this. with us. ❞
cvscades:
based off this plot.
it’d been one hell of a christmas party. it was tradition for the greysons to throw an annual christmas party, inviting all of their friends & family. so it was no surprise that they invited the wests as well, knowing max was back in town. but as guests started leaving, sawyer finally took the chance to talk to him. “ you know, you don’t have to stay–, ” her voice held a slight slur– a goofy grin on her lips due to his company. “ i can clean up ‘round here. you know how messy these parties get. ”
@dvrkdreams
it felt good to be back at the greysons house with his family just as drunk as he was. the wests and the greysons always celebrated together and nothing really changed over the years. his family eventually went back to their own houses, but max stayed. ❝ who said i was staying to help out? ❞ the question felt more flirty than he intended, but his smile never faltered. ❝ come on, let’s dance. ❞ the alcohol was telling him that it was a good idea to dance with his ex-girlfriend ( god she looked more beautiful than he remembered ) and he was listening to it. he stood up, holding out his hand to her expectantly.
cvscades:
“ so we were both duped, ” he murmured in a low voice, eyes averting from the girl’s small frame before taking a gander at the haunted house in front of them. he lets his lips curve upwards into somewhat of a grin, letting her know that he acknowledges her name. though green hues fall back on her again. “ you can leave, y’know. i wouldn’t blame you. ” he tries to ignore jack’s pestering about the ticket line but eventually, gives in, following his friend to get their tickets for the house.
there was something about the way he offered the out, the way that his eyes ( the deep green that went forever ) didn’t waver from her for a moment. she could go home and just spend the night eating candy away from all of this. or.. ❝ no, no. i’ll stay. i mean, all i’d be doing at home is eating candy that i swore was supposed to be for trick o’ treaters and watching hocus pocus. ❞ cheeks reddening again, before shrugging while following him. ❝ this is already more exciting than that. ❞
cvmecivilnight:
@dvrkdreams ( based off this post )
elyse fucking landers isn’t the type of girl to get hung up over some break up. she’d rather choke than admit that abigail ramirez had made her feel anything more than a mutual attraction. but, the truth is written all over her – from the puffiness under her eyes, to the oily sheen to her hair, to the fact that the only thing she wears is a pair of underwear and a shirt that abby had left behind. the girl had let herself go so badly that when the doorbell rings for her pizza delivery, she doesn’t even bother pulling on a pair of sweats.
she swings open the door with the cash in her hand and a dangerous look in her eyes. “ seventeen eighty, right ?? ”
peter’s smile was already in place when the door swung open, faltering when his eyes rested on the girl that opened it. he’s seen a lot in his job as a pizza delivery guy: a dude answering the door fully naked, a girl slipping the money under the door making him leave the pizza outside, and even a child no older than seven who ordered pizza all on his own. but seeing someone sad, that always got him more than anything else. ❝ yeah, you got it. ❞ a moment of silence passed, him unable to look away from her. ❝ i don’t mean to like.. overstep but.. are you okay? ❞
cvmecivilnight:
@dvrkdreams ( based off this post. )
she steals a quick look at the watch on one of the guests’ wrists. there’s only twenty-eight minutes until she can finally swipe out and swap out the heavy red tulle for an outfit semblant to an actual human. but, despite the fact she wants to SCREAM, when a young girl comes running to her, dragging a cute an older boy behind her, paprika’s smile genuinely widens.
“ hola amiga !! ” paprika chimes enthusiastically to the girl, “ you’re running around almost as fast as my spirit fox, zuzo !! ”
❝ lizzie, don’t run! ❞ he tried to stop her from nearly tackling the girl, but she was already gone running towards her. his smile tugging at the corner when he looked up at the poor girl stuck in the costume. a little feeling STOPPED him from completely approaching her because she was gorgeous. ❝ tell her what you told me today. she’d love to hear it. ❞ his eyes never actually looking down at his sister, just watching the girl acting as a princess. this was definitely one of the moments where he was being an awful brother, not paying attention to the small girl any longer, but he couldn’t help himself looking at her.
# here we go
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