[gldnhour]

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[simoneashley]

Simone Ashley se prépare à monter les marches au Festival de Cannes | VF

[vvisteriagrows]

"jesus christ!" sharp sound of exasperation bounces off the tiled walls, and a few things happen in quick succession: blaire throws a hand over her eyes, positions herself back behind the bathroom door, and considers the sacrifices necessary to afford one of the tiny shoebox studios she'd toured her first few days in the city. expensive and quiet and blessedly solitary. in the meantime, she directs all of her frustration at the state of the world and her shitty job and her empty bank account toward her roommate. "you know, when you share a bathroom with someone, you should lock the door until you have clothes on again !"

for @gldnhour, based on this post.

[gldnhour]

"right... 'cause the issue here is clearly my lack of pants," he calls back in a nonchalant tone, a tad too amused for someone who's currently getting lectured at through a bathroom door. you can hear the sound of a drawer slamming shut, followed by a sigh ( perhaps louder than need be, for dramatic effect ). "i thought you were at work - and i did lock it." it's a futile argument, but ryan was accustomed to a certain etiquette, or lack thereof, in the apartment. he had rented the spare room out, one he used as a makeshift studio but could no longer afford to, what with rising rent costs from the building's tyrannical landlord. wrapping a clean towel around his waist, he announces, "you can uncover your eyes now, by the way. i'm decent." a beat later, a clarification. "well - mostly decent."

[gldnhour]

are we all seeing this ugly tumblr update or is it just me

[angelsdvsts]

going to the club was the last thing on his mind, but his friend just gone through something shitty and needed some pretty girl to take his mind off of it. the plan was to throw someone at him then leave, except alcohol entered his body and now he finds himself upon the dance floor with a petite brunette, one that looks a tad bit like his best friend except he pushes that thought to the back of his head when his eyes flickers upwards to meet hers. smirking as his hand slides up the girl's ass while she practically grinds against him on the dance floor. mind was no longer upon the distraction, but rather the female across the room who was currently downing drinks and avoiding his gaze.

[gldnhour]

she hates him. that's the mantra of the night, the one emotion she's clinging to — pure rage running through her veins. even though she has no right to feel this way, what they shared was meaningless, and she knows better than to get attached to someone as noncommittal as kyle. but feelings have a way of sneaking in, no matter how hard you try to ward them off, and this was no exception. the alcohol had helped take her attention off of him for a moment, but she was soon restless in her effort to not steal glances at him. good thing her friends were quick to find a worthy candidate for a dance partner, a tall handsome and dark stranger sauntering in her direction within a moment's notice and she met him halfway, hand taking his with no hesitation and dragging him to the dancefloor. she's directly in kyle's eyeline, on purpose, shimmying her lower half against the other's and dancing to the beat of the song, looking as unbothered as she possibly can.

[femaleraqe]

confusion  pulled  at  his  brows  when  morris  pulled  open  the  front  door,  after  an  unexpected  late  night  knock.  his  finger  rubbed  at  the  inside  of  his  eye,  blurred  image  starting  to  reveal  genesis.  who  he  said  hello  to  in  the  elevator,  or  talked  to  in  the  laundry  room.  but  who  he  hadn’t  expected  to  show  up  with  streaks  of  mascara  covering  her  cheeks.    “  hey,  ”    came  the  quiet  greeting,  noting  the  effort  she  put  into  the  smile  she  offered  him.  it  seemed  much  harder  than  it  should’ve  been.    “  no,  no.  i  was  still  up.  ”    it  was  the  truth  as  much  as  a  lie,  his  eyes  having  drooped  close  as  he  was  reading,  the  book  discarded  on  his  chest  until  her  presence  startled  him.    “  are  you  alright?  ”    the  question  seemed  futile,  but  the  concern  in  his  voice  was  genuine  nonetheless.    “  do  you  need  anything?  you  can  come  in,  if  you  want.  i  can  make  us  some  tea  or  something.  ”

[gldnhour]

she  didn't  realize  how  close  she  was  to  crying  again  until  he  spoke  to  her  gently,  making  her  feel  like  she  isn't  an  inconvenience  on  the  verge  of  falling  apart  in  his  doorway  at  this  late  hour.  "tea  sounds  really  nice,  actually,"  she  replies  after  a  moment.  "my  boyfriend  and  i  ...  well,  ex-boyfriend  now...  we  just  ended  things."  her  gaze  drops  to  the  floor,  embarrassed  by  how  pathetic  she  feels  saying  it  out  loud.  she  hugs  her  arms  tighter  around  her  form,  sleeves  covering  most  of  her  hands.  "i  just  couldn't  stay  in  my  apartment  anymore.  everything  in  there  feels  like  him  right  now."  a  pause  before  she  looks  back  up  at  him.  "sorry  for  just  showing  up.  i  know  we  barely  know  each  other.  i  just  wasn't  sure  where  else  to  go."

[femaleraqe]

standing  on  his  doorstep  was  a  terrible  idea.  romy  didn’t  need  someone  else  to  tell  her  that,  when  the  two  of  them  were  like  fire  and  ice.  like  two  magnets  that  should  repel  but  were  drawn  to  each  other  instead.  she  knew.  and  that  might  have  been  the  precise  reason  she  picked  up  the  phone.  tired  of  doing  the  right  thing,  being  good,  doing  the  smart  thing  even  when  it  went  right  against  what  she  wanted.  and  what  if  tonight  she  just  wanted  to  be  with  him?  the  cockiness  radiating  from  him  as  he  invited  her  inside  made  the  brunette  raise  her  brows.    “  you  want  me  to  walk  out  of  here  again?  ”    she  fired  back,  but  not  biting  all  that  hard  as  she  placed  a  hand  against  his  torso  and  pushed  him  further  back  inside,  letting  the  door  fall  shut  behind  them.    “  maybe  i’ll  find  someone  who  is  more  bearable  when  they  talk.  ”    like  she  hadn’t  missed  him,  somewhere  deep  down.  even  when  she  thought  him  insufferable  at  times.

[gldnhour]

there  she  is,  he  thinks  to  himself  as  she  bites  back  at  him  with  her  quip,  sure  that  its  purpose  is  to  sting,  but  all  she  does is  amuse  him.  he  shouldn't  take  so  much  pleasure  in  pushing  her  buttons,  but  she  makes  it  a  tad  too  easy.  his  hand  catches  hers  before  she  can  put  her  threat  into  motion  and  walk  away,  even  if  it  isn't  in  his  nature  to  verbally  admit  that  he's  glad  she's  here.  it's  not  like  he's  lacking  in  company,  but  there's  some  favoritism  at  play  here.  he  gravitates  towards  people  who  give  him  a  hard  time,  likely  because  he  enjoys  a  challenge.  "bet  whoever  you  find  might  talk  sweeter,  but  won't  know  how  to  make  you  come  like  i  do."  he  towers  over  her  small  frame,  darkened  gaze  locked  on  hers  as  if  daring  her  to  counter  otherwise.

[femaleraqe]

the  car  ride  home  might  have  been  twenty  minutes,  but  the  lingering  tension  made  it  feel  like  a  lifetime.  even  inebriated  aiden’s  head  was  spinning,  from  regrets  as  much  as  the  few  drinks  too  many.  perhaps  home  wasn’t  such  a  bad  idea  after  all.  hands  began  to  feel  around  for  the  keys  inside  his  pockets,  but  his  hand  got  intercepted  instead.    “  huh?  ”    he  asked  him  in a hushed voice,  careful  not  to  be  too  loud  in  the  dead  quiet  of  the  night.  but  this  time  silas  acted  before  aiden  could  overthink,  pair  of  lips  crashing  into  his  own  with  a  surprising  softness.  something  spun  inside  his  stomach  as  aiden  lurched  closer  to  him,  free  hand  grabbing  onto  the  collar  of  his  shirt  to  kiss him back harder.  it  was  gentler  than  he  expected.  he  still  tasted  of  the  one  beer  he  nourished  throughout  the  night.  aiden  didn’t  want  to  pull  away  but  the  kiss  started  to  almost  make  him  feel  lightheaded,  ready  to  stumble  into  his  chest,  trip  and  fall  harder  than  he  thought  possible  now  the  self restraint  was  gone. given a sliver of hope something might be there for him too.    “  better  than  inside  my  head,  ”    aiden  hiccupped  as  noses  brushed  together,  refusing  to  tear  himself  away  from  him,  somehow  believing  it  would  break  the  moment  if  he  did. not wanting this to turn into a goodnight kiss, or worse, something silas would think of as a mistake.    “  don’t  leave now.  come  inside.  please?  ”

[gldnhour]

he's  not  normally  spontaneous  like  this.  in  fact,  it  goes  against  his  character,  always  the  planner,  never  allowing  things  of  the  heart  to  get  in  the  way  of  the  big  picture.  if  he  had  drank  enough,  he'd  blame  it  on  the  alcohol  -  but  that  would  be  dishonest,  seeing  as  he  only  had  one  drink  throughout  the  course  of  the  night.  but  something  about  aiden  made  him  not  think  straight,  shelving  reason  for  emotion.  the  kiss  had  been  spur  of  the  moment,  and  he's  about  to  pull  back  in  haste.  doesn't  want  to  force  reciprocation,  in  case  aiden's  not  feeling  it.  but  instead,  he  feels  their  grip  on  his  shirt,  tugging  him  back  in  before  he  can  properly  break  the  kiss,  lips  moving  against  his  with  even  more  pressure.  all  will  to  bring  this  to  a  halt  is  flung  out  the  window.  silas'  hands  find  his  waist,  placing  them  there  to  keep  himself  steady  more  than  anything  else,  as  he  melts  into  the  kiss,  no  longer  holding  back.  it  occurs  to  him  that  he'd  been  wanting  to  do  this  far  longer  than  he  originally  thought.  "you  took  the  words  right  out  of  my  mouth,"  he  mumbles,  stealing  one  more  kiss,  hating  going  even  one  second  without  tasting  them.  who  is  he  to  say  no?  it's  not  possible,  not  in  his  current  state  of  mind.  "lead  the  way."

[honeyfabled]

          holy shit. what was she going to do ? after all this time together. the parties, the weekend getaways, trips abroad. all this time they’ve spent together and he felt this way about her ? solene closes her eyes, trying to make sense of it all. “ you like me ? you actually like me ? ” she swore she could feel her heart beating like it was trying to escape out of her chest. “ oliver. ” his name falls off of her lips like a prayer, one where she hopes she can find some kind of clarity. thoughts of her current boyfriend begin to mix in with the already warring thoughts in her mind. she should brush this feeling off. right ? it was the right thing to do. but god, why did she feel ... elated ? “ you like me. you’ve wanted me all this time ? ” without thinking of what she was doing, solene climbs onto his lap. hands still on either side of his face. “ then show me. ”

[gldnhour]

         it'd  been  a  gradual  thing  —  but  all  the  accumulated  time  spent  together  slowly  opened  his  eyes  to  how  much  he'd  come  to  care  for  solenne.  they're  best  friends,  and  that's  all  there  is  to  it,  or  should  be,  at  least.  she's  a  taken  woman,  so  he  can't  be  wanting  her  in  this  way...  but  christ,  when  his  name  echoes  past  her  lips,  steeped  in  reverence,  he  can  feel  himself  falling  down  a  rabbit  hole.  longing  taking  over  every  nerve-ending  in  his  body,  his  pupils  dilating  just  at  the  sight  of  her,  the  sound  of  her  voice,  the  sultriness  of  her  movements  as  she  settles  herself  upon  his  lap.  "mhm..."  is  all  he  manages  to  reply,  inebriated  and  full  of  desire  for  her.  he's  wanted  her  for  years,  but  had  never  mustered  the  courage  to  say  a  damn  thing  about  it  —  not  until  now.  and  he  can  hardly  believe  she's  welcoming  this.  surely,  this  has  to  be  a  dream...  but  it's  not  one  he  wants  to  wake  from.  without  second-guessing  himself,  his  lips  find  hers  in  a  needy  kiss,  hands  wandering  down  to  her  waist,  pulling  her  flush  against  him.

[honeyfabled]

          those were certainly not the words that he was hoping to hear. as good as it felt to have her say them to him, he knew that it’d lead him nowhere. that his feelings wouldn’t go anywhere especially with him still being in a relationship himself. to her best friend no less. when did life get so messy for him ? when did the lines between the two begin to blur ? “ you swear ? ” he holds out his pinky to her. it might have been childish of him to do this but it was something they’d always done. ever since they’ve gotten close. something that bound them together, even if it was something trivial. “ i meant i want better for you when it comes to your boyfriend. like he should be treating you better. you deserve better. ” i would never do this to you, he thinks to himself. but was he any better than him ? wasn’t he also in a relationship and feeling things for someone that wasn’t for his girlfriend ? if only things were different. if only he could be brave and face his feelings head on. but it would mean their friend group would go up in flames. “ i —— what do you mean by that though ? ”

[gldnhour]

         she  knows  she's  breaking  just  about  every  girl  code  for  even  feeling  this  way  about  the  partner  of  her  dear  friend.  god,  there's  so  much  that's  gone  awry  with  this  situation  —  but  she  couldn't  have  predicted  that  this  is  the  way  things  would  unfold.  she's  fallen  for  him,  that  much  is  obvious.  eyes  blink,  taking  in  the  extended  pinky,  and  she  caves,  linking  her  own  in  his.  "i  swear."  can't  help  the  small  smile  that  pulls  at  one  corner  of  her  lips.  her  breath  catches  in  between  her  heart  and  her  throat  at  the  words  that  leave  jackson's  lips,  the  sentiment  there  speaking  volumes.  does  she  deserve  better,  though?  she's  hard  pressed  to  believe  that.  especially  when  she's  not  exactly  being  a  good  person  right  now.  over  and  over  again,  she'd  told  herself  to  bottle  these  feelings  up,  throw  them  into  the  ocean,  and  stop  thinking  about  him.  easier  said  than  done,  though.  "...  i  mean  what  i  said."  it's  difficult  to  say  it  flat-out,  that  she  thinks  he'd  be  better  for  her.  "i  just  think  ...  that  i  like  you  more  than  i  should."  there.  it's  not  a  slip-of-the-tongue,  but  a  confession  she  should've  made  long  ago  when  the  feelings  first  came  to  surface.

[honeyfabled]

                   𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚      ⏝　⸝⸝    @gldnhour  is  receiving  a closed  starter based on this　◞

          had she heard them properly ? the words replaying in her head over and over and over again. “ you what ? you — ” solene reaches out to them, both hands cupping their face so she could ground herself. “ feelings. you have feelings for me. ”

[gldnhour]

         his  whole  body's  in  a  haze,  and  he's  not  even  sure  what  he  had  just  said  until  the  words  play  back  in  his  mind.  shit.  that  was  not  supposed  to  be  said  aloud.  clearly,  he's  drunker  than  he  originally  thought.  "...  yeah."  he  stammers,  figuring  it  was  out,  so  might  as  well  own  up  to  it.  "you  don't  have  to  say  anything,  though.  i  just-  i've  felt  this  way  about  you  for  a  long  time  now."

[honeyfabled]

          he tries to avoid her eyes, knowing that if he even catches a glimpse of them, he’d fold immediately for her. that he’d forget it all and be the shoulder she can lean on. jackson would have done it all for her, when he knows he shouldn’t. all he could be right now is her friend. someone that could meet her where she was at and not want anything else. that the urges to be something more to her was just a lapse in judgement. he lets out a sigh, reluctantly nodding his head. “ naomi, he has to know. i can be your sounding board whenever you need me to be but ... nothing changes if nothing changes. ” pot meet kettle. his eyes soften, hearing her say it was easier to talk to him. understatement of the century. everything was easier when he was with her. “ listen, i am always gong to be there for you. i’ll listen. i’ll give advice when you want me to. it’s just ... ” harder for him to respect someone that’s supposed to be treating her like the world. “ i want better for you. ”

[gldnhour]

         in  another  life,  she  wouldn't  be  tied  to  another,  free  to  make  decisions  based  solely  on  what  her  heart  wants.  unfortunately,  that's  not  the  world  they're  living  in.  technically  speaking,  she  could  break  up  with  her  boyfriend  ...  but  it's  not  quite  as  simple  as  that.  "i'll  tell  him."  eventually.  but  for  now,  she'd  rather  be  around  jackson.  the  warmth  he  radiates  without  trying  is  tell-tale,  and  she's  content  to  be  in  his  company.  it's  all  she  craves.  it's  a  relief  when  he  says  he'll  listen,  that  he'll  still  be  here  for  her.  she  doesn't  want  to  think  of  a  reality  that  doesn't  involve  him.  not  when  they've  become  so  close  over  the  past  two  months.  he's  quickly  become  her  closest  friend  and  she  can't  stand  the  idea  of  losing  him.  "better  for  me?  you  are  better."  you're  the  best,  she  thinks  to  herself,  but  that's  too  much  to  admit.  doesn't  want  to  scare  him  off,  not  when  he's  already  thinking  she  needs  to  be  more  forthright  with  her  boyfriend  rather  than  him.

[honeyfabled]

                   𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚      ⏝　⸝⸝    @gldnhour  is  receiving  a closed  starter　◞

          “ listen ... i really shouldn’t be the person you talk to about this kind of stuff. like shit, i don’t know, your boyfriend is the one who needs to hear this. i’m just ... ” a guy that is harboring feelings for them and hates to see them this torn up over some useless boyfriend. “ your friend. ”

[gldnhour]

             he's  right,  she  knows  that  intuitively  ...  but  she  doesn't  want  to  acknowledge  that  part,  the  unsaid  one,  where  it's  wrong  to  be  confiding  in  him  as  much  as  she  has  been  lately.  what  is  it  about  him  that  makes  it  so  easy  to  pour  her  heart  out,  more  so  than  her  own  boyfriend?  it  doesn't  make  sense  on  paper,  but  he  just  feels  like  home.  a  safe  space.  "i  know  that.  don't  you  think  i  know  that?"  she  sighs,  a  bitter  sound,  eyes  fixed  on  the  ground.  doesn't  want  to  look  at  him,  to  see  the  rejection  in  his  gaze.  "but  i-"  chews  the  inside  of  her  lip,  unsure  of  how  to  put  her  feelings  into  words.  they're  all  jumbled  up.  "it's  just  easier  to  talk  to  you."

[hellrisings]

                    logically, practically, he knows that he has to keep his wishful thinking just that. thinking. he's all too cognizant of the fact that she has an established life here, and he won't be able to be a part of it. physically, at least. but the fantasy is too compelling, it's too captivating, to let go of. lips place a delicate kiss to her wrinkled nose, the smile on his features etched with a ridiculous degree of tenderness and affection. " we'll get a toy poodle named mochi, " confirms, before adding, " and we'll get him a friend named matcha. mochi might get lonely on the days i steal you for myself. " rory pauses then, countenance betraying his indecisiveness on whether or not to bring up the proposition tingling on the tip of his tongue. " ... besides, we might want to first make you a cresswell - lewis before our toy poodles. " his smile may be cheeky but his intentions are pure, a hundred percent genuine, and said after substantial contemplation throughout countless nights about how his move should, would, affect their relationship. her kiss is reciprocated two - fold, palms gingerly framing soft features to savour the taste, the sweetness of familiarity and love. " cresswell - lewis has a nice ring to it, no? "

[gldnhour]

　　it's  a  silly  thing,  what  she's  suggesting,  like  she  could  possibly  ditch  everything  home  has  to  offer  —  a  stable  job,  her  friends,  her  family  —  all  because  she  wants,  longs  to  be  with  rory.  can't  physically  stand  the  idea  of  being  apart  when  the  most  she's  gone  without  seeing  him  in  the  flesh  is  a  week  (and  even  that  felt  too  long  at  the  time).  smile  stretches  her  lips  wide,  illuminating  her  every  feature,  at  his  words,  how  easily  he  goes  along  with  her  wishful  thinking.  "mochi  and  matcha!  oh,  they'd  be  the  absolute  cutest  pair.  and  they'll  always  have  each  other,  even  when  you  whisk  me  away  on  your  elaborately  planned  dates  for  us."  which  she  loved,  since  it  goes  to  show  how  utterly  thoughtful  he  was,  not  just  in  that,  but  every  facet  of  their  relationship.  no  wonder  she'd  grown  so  attached  over  the  years.  the  underlying  hint  to  his  remark,  spoken  so  casually  that  she  might  have  missed  it  if  she  hadn't  been  paying  attention,  leaves  her  momentarily  speechless.  hazel  hues  blink  rapidly  a  few  times,  just  to  make  sure  she  hadn't  misheard,  that  this  isn't  a  hallucination  of  sorts,  before  she  manages  to  quip  back,  "don't  tease...  'cause  i  might  just  take  you  up  on  that.  i  mean,  cresswell-lewis  does  have  a  nice  ring  to  it,  after  all."  emphasizes  the  ring  just  a  tad,  trying  and  failing  to  keep  her  smile  understated,  cheeks  hurting  anyway  from  how  much  she's  smiling.

[dcminions]

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[sealedfcte]

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( i’m choosing you 🥰 ) elle, you are a sweetie pie angel pop that has graced my life! first off, you are soooo supportive and uplifting ooc! like the KINDEST! i appreciate you so much! second off, your writing is gorgeous and i feel so lucky i get to create ships and worlds with you! you’re a wonderful human and i ADORE your sweet heart and beautiful muses!

[angelsdvsts]

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