white wine mutherfucker

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tangodancer1x1​:

Adira wasn’t sure what she believed of the universe, but there was one thing certain to her since she’d left the hallowed halls of Hogwarts–she was in hell. Ever since the death of her parents, the horrific sight that haunted her nightmares, she found herself merely a shell of the girl she once was. A once vibrant woman, someone with hopes and dreams and a warm heart found herself with one constant friend–fear. If the Blood Thieves had made it into her house once, slaughtered her parents, they could do it again. Would, likely, do it again. Towards the beginning of her time back at home, she’d tried talking to friends, but no one seemed to listen. The only liquid to touch her tongue was wine, wine that she knew had been unopened. She wouldn’t befall the same horrible fate as her parents.

The weeks had dragged on, and a skeleton seemed to take her place. She wandered the halls at night at the slightest sound and found very little rest. Part of her wondered if death were not a better option than this sort of living. It was a thought on her mind as she debated opening a bottle of wine, having gotten down a bit of bread despite her fears. She haunted the halls, making her way towards the wine cellar, when she heard a sound that almost made her screech. Almost. Someone, something, was in her house, and she pulled her wand out, thankful to be painfully sober for once.

The voice called her name, a voice she’d merely dreamed about these past few months. A face she’d begged whatever was above to let her see again, even if just once. “Xander?” she called out, her voice hoarser than she imagined. How long had it been since she’d actually called for someone in that way. And she ran. Ran towards it, not likely the tone that it took. Far more serious than a friendly greeting. Though she was weak–Merlin, weaker than she’d ever been–her feet almost slid across the marble flooring until she saw him, his hand grasping for hers and pulling her with him into the shadows. A small closet cupboard she never found use for, with little room for them, leaving them closer than she could remember them ever being. It happened in an instant, before she even had time to breathe.

She was skin and bones against him, a million questions on the tip of her tongue, and that’s when she heard the sounds. If his arrival had startled her, the next few terrified her. Pop. She flinched at the offending noise, but just the first of them. She’d known. She’d known they would come for her next, and aching fingers tugged herself closer, her breathing labored against his neck as she kept an ear out for the intruders. As the realization of what was happening, what likely would have been an ambush on her, dawned on her, her tight grip only grew tighter, lips brushing against the skin of his neck. She hadn’t been crazy; he’d obviously heard rumors if he’d come to her aide. Even with added measures by aurors to ‘look after’ her safety, she knew it wouldn’t be enough. And he–Merlin, was he the only other person who realized the level of danger she was in, or was he just the only person who cared enough? She should be dead, she still could die… There wasn’t enough thanks she would give Xander if she made it out of this alive.

with the first step inside the selwyn manor, xander’s concerns had been flooded with a single purpose: adira. primarily her safety. it was difficult to tell now if he felt more calm having her there within arms reach, or if the hovering presence of intruders set his worries even more aflame. the truth was that he was there to protect her. question was if he was still capable.

his fingers flexed against the skin of her waist before his grip tightened, drawing her protectively into him. it was a necessary action but one done with the clench of his jaw. on salazar, he’d drawn her into this space purely out of instinct, purely on hopes to stow her away, out of the sight of danger. but—

it appeared danger didn’t linger alone.

perhaps cold and calculating at times, there was no part of him that could ignore nor diminish the graze of her lips against his neck. his skin flushed at the very touch, heat creeping up inside him. worst of all, xander instantly wanted more. he wanted her lips to press harder. to meet his jaw. to whisper against his skin.

selfish.

with eyes closed in focus, xander urged his hands upward an inch. respectable. all the while, they stood listening to the sounds of footsteps scouring the manor. it felt odd, in times like this, to think back to hide as seek as children but that he did. a soft smile even dared to cross his lips as he replayed the memories over in his mind.  this closet even... he’d hidden there at least a dozen times, always stowed away in wait of her.

it was a practice of war that no one would have anticipated. yet, standing there, xander could place the noises to her bedroom. it confirmed the worst while also allowing him a moment to speak.

“i’ve got you.” his hand fell upon her wrist, gently holding on as he focused first on maintaining her gaze. in case she held any doubt, xander was certain his eyes could assure her. this was real. he was real. “twenty seconds. let them search, get further and then we’ll go.’

“i’ll take you away. alright?”

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Even before he’d apparated into the space— an aged but expansive home that’d played a part of his childhood, now tinged with the blood of war— Xander had been forced at the ready. Words and rumors had been racing. Suspicions fell. And, for him, concern amplified. Per request of his uncle, Xander had been instructed to ignore it. A task easier said than down once factoring in the essentials— those being that the target was the Selwyn home and the last remaining occupant being...

“Adira!” Had the loud crack of his arrival not announced his presence, the booming concern of his voice sure had, calling out into the halls of the emptied manor. Knowing, if at all, he had merely seconds to reach her, Xander could feel his body acting out in response.

One second. His heart hammered in his chest.

Two seconds. His stride lengthened.

Three seconds. His throat gone dry.

Four— Collision

It was quick as a whirlwind. Her face falling into view and his hand grasping for hers, tugging them both into the nearest bit of shadow. As the old friends found the darkness, the pops of new arrivals sounded like dreadful fireworks. Pop! Pop! Then a soft click as Xander forced them both inside the tiny cupboard, hardly an inch to breathe between them. The Blood Thieves, he’d learned quickly, weren’t a threat one ought to ignore. They’d both learned that quick; and in this moment, it was a fact shared in the glint of his eye. ‘Quiet,’ he seemed to urge. ‘I can’t afford to lose you.’

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send a symbol for my muse to be playing a cliché party game in a group with your muse.

🍾  for  SPIN THE BOTTLE. 🤥  for  TRUTH OR DARE. 🃏   for  STRIP POKER. 🥂  for  NEVER HAVE I EVER. 🚪   for  SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN. 🎲   for  MUN’S PICK.

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cece1x1​:

If he was being completely honest, Aidan had half-assed his approach to the party, big time. He’d rationalized it away; between training and sleeping, who had the time? Besides, a boring apartment would be his ticket into the party without the risk of strangers snooping through his shit. A chalk line on the floor in the shape of a body, some blood red punch and broken glass candy in bowls, and a healthy draping of caution tape wherever it had landed after Aidan threw it was all it took to turn his apartment into a crime scene. 

It probably should have been concerning how easy a sell it was, but Aidan had basked in the work, dropping onto the couch. throwing his feet up onto the coffee table, and breaking out  a bottle of the finest booze he had shoved away in his cupboard. Sure enough, within the first hour of the party, a whopping two people had dropped by, both making hasty retreats. It was exactly what he’d wanted. The only problem? Aidan was bored as shit.

Why he’d picked Anna’s apartment, he couldn’t have said. He’d sent a silent wish up to whatever deity was listening that Kat and only Kat would be home and slipped into the apartment. He stuck out like a sore thumb and, sure enough, she noticed him within seconds. The vague threat of an entry fee had Aidan chuckling; he turned to look and the smile dropped. Body painting. You gotta be kidding. 

One look back at Kat overrode the hesitation.

The grin on her face was putting one back on Aidan’s and with a eye roll he turned to her. “You know, it’d be a shame to get kicked out of such a colourful party. But. I have conditions.” He paused, dragging it out for a moment too long just to tease Kat. “You have to do the honours. My artistic skills begin and end at music.”

Oh, that grin of his was downright sinful. Bless Hogwarts for not requiring Legilimency as a course because fuck knows that despite her training she would have stood zero chance with the alcohol in her system. Especially if those eyes of his were peering into hers. Like they were now. Kat could feel herself getting sucked in, an obvious gleam in her eye. It spoke on what she wanted.

Her beating heart thanked Merlin and Morgan le Fay and all the witches and wizards in between that Anna had gone off. Plenty of apartments, so much to see. 

“Hmm?” She asked, playing along at first, taking the time to close the distance between then, cornering him at the station they’d set up. Her fingers wrapped around the paintbrush— not normally her tool of choice. “I mean, obviously. We can’t trust anyone else around this stuff. If this were James or that weird kid... sure. But this face?” Kat drew the first bit of paint down his jaw, tracing the bone slowly. Her head tipped to the side, lips parting as she reached his chin. She shook her head, smirk set. “If anyone’s going to ruin it, it’s going to be me.”

With a few more strokes, Kat continued her design. Caught between temptation and, well, her roommate... she hesitated in her words, choosing to focus instead on the actions of paint and brush. That was until words burst out of her, needy in an obvious regard: “Anna’s not here by the way. In case you were looking for her.” Or in case they needed the green light.

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9honcvbees​:

was it possible for her eyes to roll any further back into her head? unlikely.

she wasn’t sure how she’d gotten stuck going to the premiere with bennett. did she get along with much of her cast? no, but the guy playing her onscreen love interest was at least tolerable; why had it been decided that she go with the guy playing her brother? did they make an aesthetically pleasing pair? yeah, sure, whatever, they were both actors on a musical teen dramedy so that was almost a given. sticking her with bennett was probably no more than payback for pissing off some producer, somewhere. but they were stuck in standstill traffic, so making a break for it couldn’t be too difficult…

greedy eyes landed on the champagne in his hands, though she made no move for it or any indication that she’d want to partake; she couldn’t let bennett know he was good for anything. “i’d rather get a root canal done on the same tooth everyday for the rest of the show’s tenure.” she turned to him, a sickly sweet smile on her face that didn’t reach her eyes. “now bennett, when was the last time you held something besides your own dick?”

They were an odd couple at a glance, especially given their roles, but if you paused long enough to consider the public relation standpoint the mystery dissolved. One of them had a good image with the press while the other needed to level up; been a few years since he remembered the golden spotlight that radiated off the love of being the golden boy. Odd. Some days Bennett missed it and others it felt like torture.

Bennett continued to hold his hand out in wait. Despite her words, he didn’t draw the champagne flute inwards, just held it out in place as his eyebrows drew in towards each other. “You mean aside from now?” His eyes flicked from the object in his hand and then towards his groin, a point of focus she brought up. “Kind of you to misinterpret one for the other, though, uh... not quite champagne big.” A faint smirk. A hinted smile. “Big, just don’t want to amplify your expectations.”

Bennett seized the seconds that followed by taking a drink of champagne by himself. It was undoubtedly expensive, far above his taste level. A star, sure, yet he would do just as fine with Barefoot whatever than a bottle worth eight-hundred times the price. A second sip and the bubbles danced on his tongue. “You didn’t answer my question,” he reminded her.

His head lulled along the headrest of the limo, the look in his eye no longer poising the question of a false press but that of an actor who’d been in the field too long. “Tell us. Bennett Ward. How bad is it?”

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honcvbees​:

glasses perched at the end of his nose, rory paced around his trailer as his eyes raked over the latest revisions for the day’s scenes, a book overturned and abandoned nearby. he’d always been good at prioritizing, though previously unheard of procrastination had settled in recently. his laptop, for instance, had too many tabs open, two of which held his grad school thesis and his unfinished manuscript; maybe he was just trying to wear too many hats. his shooting schedule gave him an immediate task to focus on, and once he had the changes memorized, he’d—

a tinny knock rang out, bringing rory out of the magical world of the script and back into his trailer. he set the script down and moved to the door, cracking it open only wide enough to peek one eye out. peyton. he pulled the door open the rest of the way, leaning against the frame as he listened, brow furrowing as the soft, secret peyton made an appearance. his features usually softened in her presence, but a new level was reached whenever she showed this side of herself to him. “yeah,” he said, barely holding back the instinctual desire to caress her and stepping aside instead, “come in.” he closed the door behind her as eyes subconsciously looked for things out of place, though he was a notorious neat freak — probably thanks to his messy roommate that wouldn’t move out. besides the book and script, though, everything was exactly where it should be — peyton included. “do you want to talk about it, or just be distracted from it?”

There was no beat between his question and her answer. “Distracted. Definitely distracted.” Peyton wanted thirty minutes— an hour if she was lucky — to not have her mother in her ear. Besides, it wasn’t like she could just blurt out the truth. ‘Hey, Rory, my mom wants me to date you because it’d be good publicity.’ It was her mother’s favorite discussion point as of late. They had a friendship. The working of it were there, Peyton. Just play along.

Had it been anyone’s heart but his.

Stepping into the trailer, Peyton paid no mind to its status: messy or clean. Her eyes caught hold only of the couch, the very surface she’d fall down onto mere seconds later. “Oh my god, I should have brought over my bottle of Clicquot.” A soft moan escaped her glossed lips just before she rolled her head over to look at him, her mouth sporting a soft pout. “Tell me you have something to drink. You academics like your whiskey, right?”

[monsoonrps]

send me a ‘chopped’ basket full of character traits and i’ll create a character around them!

example: plays piano, college student, reality tv enthusiast, bisexual

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Traffic was a staple of L.A. Less than a mile from the venue and yet here they sat, backseat of a limo in their fancy garb, waiting for the bumber to bumber to inch down the roadway. As if the suit wasn’t suffocating enough. With his hand at his collar, Bennett— much to the chagrin of his stylist— loosed his tie. “If we’re lucky they’ll start without us.”

This was nothing more than a PR moment. Not like either were too interested in viewing the sequel to the female Ghost Busters.

Leaning into the door, Bennett strained to glimpse out the window. Grid-locked. Perfect. A sentiment he acknowledged aloud with a deep sigh. Sitting up, he grabbed for the bottle of champagne because if this was their fate? Oh, they’d need it. “We got time,” he said, working at the wrapping and littering the foil on the floor. “Do you want to practice their questions? They fucking love their questions, don’t they?” A true statement punctuated by the pop of a cork.

He didn’t ask if she wanted any, just assumed. See, he was giving. “Tell us, Zoey, how is it working with Bennett on set? Are the rumors true?” ( @honcvbees​ )

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How many times had she gotten the call? The number had to have been in the hundreds by now. She imagined that number physically in emptied bottles. A stack by itself then toss in the calls from her brother and her sisters and her mother and the many that never reached her ear and— oh, how it had to have reached heaven. Despite being her own personal hell.

She’d ignored the first call the night. A decision she would go on to call selfish despite how untrue that was. Because, really, how wretched was it for a girl to want a night of peace? A table set with stolen china and a candle for mood. An attempt at Italian was cooking on the stove. Her phone had buzzed as Dakota was in the process of changing her top for the fourth time, determined to get it right. She’d thought it was him, her date.

Dad always did have a way of ruining even the smallest things.

“Rhys?” Her first question as she hurried into the emergency room, searching for the face that matched the name. She’d glimpsed it, never set it to memory. The bar was a place she shut off purposefully. Because that was easier than cutting out the person. Noticing a turn of the head, Dakota approached. Her lips pressed together, knowing before he could answer. “Jack Daniels? What’d he go with tonight? Neat? Rocks?” She looked away and bobbed her head in thought. “Guessing neat.” 

This was the stage in which many would worry, and not to say that she didn’t, but there came a numbness after time. It was horrible but Dakota had imagined time and time again the breath of air she could take when that call came in. Funny how you want something and you don’t at the same time. Like being there now. “Thank you. Most people would have just left him there.”

Dakota wondered then... was she one of that most? It seemed dependent on the day. ( @honcvbees​ )

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There was always a risk when it came to leaving their station. Station: somehow an easier word to digest in this whole scenario than the truth of apartment, home, storefront. Those were old words. What was a home anymore? They’d taken to staying at an old house, situated a good mile or so off the main road with a length of woods tucked behind them.

Close enough to civilization to map the changes but with room to run.

J.P. was returning back from a trip to the store, scavenging what he could from the shelves. It was a weighted game each time: what they wanted versus what they needed. Take too much, hurt the others. There was already one enemy, no need making others. With a set knock against the front door, John Patrick made is presence known.

He waited for Ophelia to answer, to crack the door open before slipping through and then closing and locking it back up after himself. A small spout of safety. One less item for his brain to worry around. “Sorry,” he breathed, shoulders falling as he found relief in their not-home. “Found a new hoard in town and had to play tip-toe. Thank fuck they’re dumb.” Logic was always lacking with the zombies. Once fully functioning beings and yet here they were, unable to work a door knob. The kicker? Their speed when they got you in their sight. God, it was like a shitty game of manhunt, only now he wasn’t a kid playing around in his cul-de-sac. “I did my best but... honestly, it’s starting to get picked over.”

I.e. maybe they’d have to think about moving.

But that seemed a full-on conversation for morning. A decision that warranted thought and reason and more than thirty seconds through the door. J.P.’s immediate concerns upon returning back were to drop the bags on the counter and to disarm, gun set down behind him but in reach. “Tell me I didn’t fuck up again. I swear I gave that list a full triple-check.” ( @offcbles​ & @svgarella​ )

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Phoenix Circus was cracked open, doors unlatched and the contents of countless apartments on display for the sole purpose of a party. Of course they’d been given the option to participate and of course Kat and Anna had agreed. Their door had been one of the first to fling open this evening, their take on Woodstock open to the public... or at least their neighbors.

Kat had been in the kitchen pouring herself another glass of wine, a bottle that she’d tucked away between the pots and pans. Sacred. The punch bowl was perfectly tasty, as were the cans of various ciders and seltzers cluttering their fridge, but wine fit the mood for the moment. Specifically a nice magically chilled rose. As the glass filled, Kat watched from the corner of her eye as someone new snuck on in.

Not difficult to miss: dark clothes in a crowd of rainbow and glitter.

“Excuse me,” she called out, stepping into their what-could-barely-be-called-a-hallway with a hand on her hip and her head cocked, “but you look like you haven’t paid the entry-fee. Can’t be having that, nope, no sir. Sooo...” Kat hummed, dragging out her vowels as she walked up behind him, drawing closer to their body-painting station. “I suggest you walk that pretty arse back over here. If you know what’s good for you.” ( @cecewrites​ & @cece1x1​ )

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The trailer door slammed shut behind her. It was a satisfying sound but not quite on the same level as the electronic beep that had reduced her mother to silence. Peyton’s cell remained on the couch. Chances were, knowing her mother, it was buzzing incessantly; Mama Blackwood demanding to be heard.

But when wasn’t she?

Peyton had scurried off without much though, left to wander down the lot in her fuzzy pink socks. One foot in front of the other, she wandered absentmindedly in the direction of her co-star. Call it habit from studying or reading or... what. Call it what it was but Rory was the only one right then that Peyton could trust with eradicating the latest damage of her mother’s creation.

Knuckles rapping against the door, her heart pleaded for him to be there. Pleaded. Thankfully, the door cracked open and she was able to play actress well enough to shove back the tears she wanted to spill. “Can we go over the script or... fuck.” She shrugged hard, facade disappearing. Maybe the comments were true. Maybe she was worthy of remaining on this godforsaken network. “Or read me Of Mice and Men. Tell me how Lenny gets it. Listen, I was going to be more nonchalant about this but I don’t care at this point. Um...” Her head tilted, a breath escaping her lungs. Her shoulders falling. Softness returning. Peyton truly was a girl of ups and downs, armor and not. Her next words were true, inexplicably vulnerable. “Honestly, I don’t care what we do, can I come in?” ( @honcvbees​ )

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tangodancer1x1​:

No need to worry… Adira hummed slightly, eyes trained on her friend. For a moment, she considered pressing him on the topic, but she figured he wouldn’t budge. Xander never did open up to her about everything. As desperately as she wished to help him, she was well aware she couldn’t if he didn’t tell her what was wrong. Nor was it entirely her place, if he preferred her to stay out of it. “Well, regardless of the time, I’m always glad to have your company, Xander.” She could almost be certain that he hadn’t taken any of the potion she’d provided, even as drops kept disappearing from it. There would have been something dreadfully out of character for her friend to use any sort of aid. He’d always been a soldier, the world carried on his shoulders. Merlin knows she’d hoped he’d find a way to be at peace with himself. How she’d prayed that he would be a boy before he was his Uncle’s pawn. But she adored the man before her as much, if not more strongly than she did the child he was.

She wondered how often he must have heard her playing Satie as sleep evaded her. It tended to be either him or Debussy… How odd it was that her two favorite composers were lifelong friends. She smiled slightly as she was reminded of the lifelong friend beside her. “It’s the closest I can get to France right now, these songs.” She swallowed, eyeing her sheet music carefully as he moved closer to her. She’d always wanted to travel, even though her father forbade it. There was some twisted irony, to her, in the fact that she now had her freedom to do as she wished, and she could hardly leave their apartment. “We’ll go, at some point. You’ll have to come with me, Xander.” It was a nice dream, anyways.

Her hands began the same dance they’d been performing all night, and she was once again floored by level of emotion that roared through her as she played. The piece was meant to be played painfully, and if she was being honest, she had a lot of recent pain to look back on. Whatever slight smile she held for Xander had fallen with the concentration on her piece. Xander– she thought she would never see him again. After he’d been arrested, it’d felt like a part of her own soul had been torn out. He’d always been too well entwined in it for the loss of him to be anything other than crushing. Debilitating, almost, if she weren’t such a good liar. She still was a good liar, luckily for them both. “There’s a lot of beauty in the pain of artists, I suppose,” she murmured, voice even as she could keep it while focusing on her music before her.

There was a part of her that wondered if Xander was going to disappear again, and almost as if he could hear her, his body responded, hand on her knee. Though she doubted he understood the conversation well, it was a small comfort. She had to focus on the keys before her, not wanting to startle him away by playing the wrong note. In some ways, people like them were merely frightened animals reacting to the world around them… or maybe she simply thought of them as similar to appease herself. Truly, she did not know. The hand on her knee warmed her, and not once did she think about what those hands have done to others. What those hands have done to people she considered friends–because, truthfully, the choice between Xander and others was always easy for her. She’d sell her own soul for a chance for him to keep his.

The piece was over sooner that she would’ve liked, always sooner, and while she’d not played perfectly, he seemed pleased. She felt her cheeks warm as he called her playing beautiful, finally turning to look at the man beside her. His eyes, this brilliant blue, shone with affection. Her lips curled into a small smile, tired but content. Living with him was the most at ease she’d felt in months, which was a small relief on its own. She knew the way she looked likely caused him worry, but he hadn’t seen her at her worst. To him, this could be it.

The color in her cheeks deepened as he complimented her playing again, gently squeezing her knee. This time, as her heart picked its pace up, she found her smile growing slightly. “You’re far too fond of me to judge my playing, Xander,” she teased, shaking her head slightly. It was, perhaps, the most herself she’d felt in weeks. “There’s still time to learn, if you wanted to.” It felt like they had all the time in the world, locked away in their little home. Home. It certainly felt warmer there than back at Selwyn Manor. She let her offer hang in the air for a moment. “How about I play something more your speed? If I remember correctly, Russian.” Tchaikovsky. There was no way she could forget. She reached forward to the small pile of sheet music atop the piano, thumbing through until she found a book of pieces by the same composer. “I won’t play you any Nutcracker until Christmas, but–” Romance in F Minor held a soft spot to her, even though romance itself had barely played a part in her life. She opened it up, placing the book atop Satie’s, the song clear upon the page. His hand still warming her knee… “This will suffice.”

If it were a different time, if they were different people, Xander would have taken her hand and apparated right then and there. Imagine the two of them, walking side by side down a Parisian street, the smell of artisan bread wafting through the soft breeze as they smile up at the Eiffle, a beautiful brut champagne causing the creases in their smiles. She deserved the spectacle of Paris. “I spent a week there.” Running. The detail he needn’t speak aloud. “Everything else was —” How was he to put this in a way that would not be concerning? Descriptions of those months were kept simple, cards clutched close to his chest. Details could be destruction. “— grey. Alsace was a needed breath.”

An eye in the storm.

He wondered then what music she might play should they find a set of ivory, open and inviting in the lobby of Hôtel de Crillon or in contrast the smallest of cafes with just an audience of them and barista. Though he was new to hearing more beyond the melodies, Xander liked to think of Adira playing as glimpses into her soul. What she was feeling. What she needed. What she longed for.

“I grew up with a bias,” Xander admitted, thinking of his uncle and how nepotism had favored him. Cast a shadow and sunk its claws in deep. “I would like to think I’d know the difference now between one and the truth.” While he kept his gaze on her, soft as always, that hand of his finally rose from her knee. Truth. What was it with them? Hand on or off? Because his hand couldn’t help but reach out again, fingers gently brushing beneath her jaw, guiding her ocean painted eyes towards his. “Look at me. Tell me I’m wrong.

From the start of his leadership, Xander had faced accusations on his worthiness of such a title. He’d prided himself in the many who had come to respect him, not just the name that had come attached with him. But the boy— yes, a boy— that listened. That raised his voice only when necessary. That scavenged for all their potential: small, big, and different. Looking at her fiercely then, Xander Pucey dared Adira to speak negatively about herself in front of him.

Hand fallen away. Leader melting away back to friend. To roommate.

To boy.

Without looking at the piece she chose, Xander nodded softly in agreement, “I’m sure it’ll be perfect.” Even he, in that reply, in those past few moments, could feel his care for her bleeding from his heart. Painfully obvious. Painfully. And it was that aspect that caused him to turn away, eyes cast out towards shelves of books, strained as they fought to read the worn spines in distraction.

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“I wish it could always be like this.”

“You’re always there for me.”

“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”

“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”

“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.” 

“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”

“I like it when the worlds quiet.” 

“There’s a place for us somewhere.”

“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”

“Your hearts beating so fast.”

“They don’t know what they want.”

“You don’t know what you want.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”

“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I miss the old you.”

“Nostalgias a trap.”

“Aliens are out there.”

“Did you hear that?”

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” 

“What time is it?”

“But why would they abduct cows?”

“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.” 

“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”

“What do you believe in?”

“What happens after we die?”

“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?” 

“And what’s your excuse?”

“You’ll get it together soon.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”

“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”

“You keep quiet and we both lose.”

“I wish I could save this forever.”

“When did you realize you were in love with me?”

“The rooms spinning.”

“I loved you long before you knew.”

“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”

“The Universe is too big for that.”

“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?” 

“I’d come back to haunt you.” 

“Would you come back to haunt me?”

“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Why haven’t you told anyone?” 

“I wish we knew each other sooner.”

“You’re a game changer.” 

“I’m a game changer.”

“Don’t ignore fate.” 

“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”

“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”

“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.” 

[zoeyrph]

a really long, but categorized, ask meme

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zoeyrph :

ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*

*Slaps you*

*Kisses you on the lips*

*Bites your lip*

*Rubs your shoulders*

*Dumps ice water over your head*

*Winks at you*

*Flips hair at you*

*Throws a ball of paper towards you*

*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*

*Slams the door shut behind you*

*Storms out of the room*

*Wraps my arms around you from behind*

*Kisses your neck*

*Nibbles on your earlobe*

*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*

*Strokes your hair*

*Caresses your cheek*

*Holds you in my arms*

QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION

“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”

“I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”

“Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”

“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”

“If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”

“Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”

*Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”

QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“I don’t know you, but thanks.”

“You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”

“We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”

“Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”

“It’s none of your business. We just met.”

“Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”

“I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”

QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION

“Did you get that email I sent you last night?”

“No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”

“I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”

“I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”

“I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”

“You know, most people watch porn at home.”

“Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”

“Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”

“If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”

“You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”

QUOTES - SCHOOL EDITION

“Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”

“We lost the playoffs.”

“The girls team beat the boys!”

“I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”

“Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”

“I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”

“She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”

“She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”

“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”

“Being a freshman sucks.”

“I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”

“She/he told me they were a junior!”

“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”

“Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”

“How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”

“Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”

“I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“I definitely failed that test.”

“I got an A on my essay!”

QUOTES - SASS EDITION

“Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”

“I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”

“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”

“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”

“What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”

“Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”

QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

“You know I’m right! I’m always right!”

“Shut up. Just shut up!”

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

“You’re lying.”

“I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”

“I can’t look at you.”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“If you say one more word, I swear…”

“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”

“You must be crazy.”

“I’m not backing down.”

“You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”

“What’s your issue?”

“You make me so angry.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION

"And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”

“I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“I’ve never been good at this. I don’t do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”

"You’re the one that I want.”

“I don’t care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”

"Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”

“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”

“I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”

"I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”

“Please, don’t leave me.”

“I need you more than you will ever know.”

“I love you more than I could ever express in words.”

QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION

*Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*

“I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”

“I brought vodka and ice cream.”

“You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”

“I can’t believe you went without me!”

“I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”

“I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”

“I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”

QUOTES - NSFW EDITION

“What do you think about this outfit?”

“Bend over.”

“It’s not going to get up by itself, you know.”

“I thought you’d be bigger.”

“Where did we leave those damned handcuffs?”

“I can’t find my vibrator.”

“Just set your phone on vibrate!”

“I want to fuck you until you’re raw and shaking.”

“That’s it… do a little striptease for me.”

“You can watch… but you can’t touch.”

“Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”

“And get this… the new toy? It glows in the dark.”

“I’ve got two flavours. Cherry or fruit punch?”

“I want to be on top.”

“That is one fine ass.”

“You look like a screamer.”

“Let me tie you up.”

“What’ll our safeword be?”

“I love making you squirm.”

“Not my neck! It’s summer, I can’t wear a turtleneck in the sun.”

TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION

[TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?

[TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.

[TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.

[TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.

[TEXT] Do you even love me?

[TEXT] What happened to us?

[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.

[TEXT] IM26C4U.

[TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.

[TEXT] I couldn’t care less.

[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.

[TEXT] I still love you.

[TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.

TEXTS - NSFW EDITION

[TEXT] You can’t have me if you can’t even get the three C’s. Chocolates, champagne, and candles.

[TEXT] I’m in the bath… come join me?

[TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.

[TEXT] Bed, counter, or floor?

[TEXT] If you can get here in five minutes I’ll suck you off first.

[TEXT] What do you think about threesomes? And, what about foursomes?

[TEXT] You’ve been naughty, I’m going to punish you.

[TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!

TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION

[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.

[TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.

[TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??

[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.

[TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!

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honcvbees​:

the amused smile hadn’t left his face since millie showed up — unannounced, at that — with bags of food and an announcement that she was going to make him dinner. eyes danced as he watched her from the other side of the counter, forearms propped on the bartop as he was technically out of the kitchen, and they followed her every move as she worked; sucker by the jonas brothers played in the back of his head. he knew he’d been slowly falling for her since their first kiss in the pool — in spite of the voice in his head yelling that it was his best friend’s sister. it didn’t even seem that taboo of a concept, but he knew in his heart of hearts that ryan would indeed kick his ass if anything happened. eyebrows raised once she left the stove, he took that as a cue to be allowed back into the kitchen. he scooped up his plate and leaned against the counter next to her, scooping up a forkful and shoving them unceremoniously into his mouth. only when his mouth was full did her words hit him, eyes darting up to meet hers as he hastily swallowed and gave her a sheepish smile. “you should know that i’m basically a human garbage disposal and will eat anything, so i’m not the best person to make culinary judgments. but nothing about them has made me want to stop eating them, so you’re in the clear.” he nudged her arm with his shoulder, corner of his lips tugging up into something halfway between a smile and smirk. “thanks for dinner, mils.”

Her lips curled around her fork, an act spurred by layers of happiness. The first was just in being there; a few points tacked on for him being right there. Millie’s arm warmed at the playful nudge. Another layer to that smile came with the teasing and an open invitation to carry it onward. “You should be careful saying things like that, Kingston.” A little bit of devil always came out when she used his full first name. “I think you’ve just issued me a challenge— and you know how I so like those. Just ask yourself if you’re willing to risk it all when I start baking next. Carlos has never recovered.” Dramatic to say the least but there was truth to the statement. Senior class bake sale. Poor kid never could look at a tray of cupcakes again without making a swift exit stage left. Luckily for them both tonight, the bread she’d gone and toasted? Store bought. “Thanks for putting up with me,” she replied, innocent and honest in her words. There for two seconds, it was like the entity that was Millicent Kennedy had been cracked open, raw and real like that day on the bench. There was almost a shyness about it. A girl she hadn’t known in years. A girl that liked playing shadow, first with a brother and then with a friend. But it was just two seconds. Two seconds before she leaned over, grabbing the toast off King’s plate, and taking a chomp: proving her words. Then the talking was all in her eyes, a flicker beneath the kitchen lights that said, ‘You almost got me there. Don’t think you can catch me.’ 

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1X1 MANIPS: KING & MILLIE ↴

“i always saw you.” “i know you did.”

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