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* ╱ the dominoes cascaded in a line, what if i told you i’m a mastermind? and now you’re mine.
#masterm1nds : a private & selective portrayal of various original characters. mature themes may be present , 21+ only !
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" you say you wanna make love . . . but i'll give you good dick and that's all i got for you. "
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" you know, for a second that almost sounded like an apology. " she scoffs. knows she shouldn't have expected one from him, but maybe she got her hopes up briefly. it wasn't even supposed to matter. wasn't supposed to hurt, because she shouldn't care about him. gracie couldn't care about people anymore - not after what happened last time. not with him still out there. " it's not an issue. i don't care, i'm just saying you contradict yourself. you seem apologetic, and then you just .. shrug it off. "
hand reaches to rub his face. this conversation is already turning out to be something that it shouldn't. max had started things with some naive hope that talking to gracie might make things between them at least a little better. " apology? " he echoes, dumbfounded. max could admit that he wasn't an angel. but, apologizing for something that hadn't happened was a sign of a fool . . . or so his father said. " i didn't do anything, gracie. i took a photo with a fan. " granted, the pose in the photo wasn't exactly reassuring. " it's part of the job. i don't know what else you want me to say. "
she seemed sweet. perfect. she was exactly what he was looking for. someone easy to manipulate. the last few had been a lot of work, and nate was looking for people who wouldn't exhaust him. people who might boost his ego a little bit. he hated to admit it, but not having the last couple come as easily to him as most had bruised him a little. time to remember who you are, nate. the male looked at her, tears welling up in his blue eyes. " a little bit. i'm lost right now, miss. how do you know it's not going to be like this forever? "
riley could feel her heart strings being pulled. she hated seeing anyone sad. but, also knew deep in her bones that toxic positivity was just as bad. the only thing she could really do was lead with empathy and hope for the best. " lost? " she asks. " like ya don't know where home is . . . or are ya jus' feelin' a little outta place? " the clarity would help determine how she could help him. as soon as she saw the tears well up in his eyes, she placed a hand gently on his shoulder. wanting to provide comfort without crossing any boundaries he might have. " 's not gonna be like this forever because nothing ever lasts forever. that goes for everythin'. sadness. happiness. the whole lot. " a soft smile follows her words. " 'nd you're gonna be okay . . . i feel that in my bones. "
“it's been okay. i had a temperature on sunday, so i couldn't make it. then the weekend before i was in the office helping mrs. beachum do some organizing. everything was a mess. didn't see much of anybody.” water ran over pandora's delicate hands as she cleaned out a glass, noticing spots on it. “i looked for you before i left to say goodbye.” she told her softly, wanting felicity to know she'd tried to see her. that she cared. it'd felt unnatural not to see the blonde for two whole weeks. like something important was missing. whenever she did see the girl her stomach would do little flips and her heart would flutter. pandora didn't quite understand what it meant, but knew that it felt good. and not wrong. “oh, i got this cool new app on my phone. turns people's faces into cats.”
felicity listens to her attentively, making the occasional mhm noise to encourage pandora to continue. " i'm sorry you had a temperature, " she begins, sympathetic smile following her words. two weeks without seeing pandora had been the blonde's personal idea of . . . hell. truthfully, as much as she knew about the bible and what she believed regarding what happened when humans die, she'd never really considered what hell would be like. now, though? she knows that hell is prolonged periods of time without seeing the woman in this very room. " cats? " felicity echoed, bemused. " that sounds so cute! we should absolutely try that out after dinner. "
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kris my love!! we've been writing on and off for over a year now and i'm still so in awe of your creativity and plots. you haven't reblogged the meme, so i'm going to use this answer as an opportunity to tell you just how incredible you are (as well as your writing, obviously . . . but that's a given!) you're so incredibly kind and such a positive light in my day. talking to you is like basking in sunshine. i'm in awe of just how creative you are and how funny you are. whenever we text with coop and jalen, please know that i'm giggling at every response, they're quite possibly the best bromance i've ever got the honor of writing. and, they're not even a "proper" ship with us. thank you for putting up with my crazy ideas, my ramblings & setting up 4,000 pinterest boards. i love you so much!! <3
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ like how do i even top what you sent me?! you are genuinely one of my most favorite people ever in the rpc. i think i would literally be lost here without you and i'd give up writing here entirely. i love the dynamics we've created together and i can't wait to create even more! you truly are such an amazing friend and your muses are just... brilliant! you but so much thought, care and love into them and they are some of the most amazing characters i've written with. ilysm. i'm so happy you are here. <3
first, it's never a competition because just knowing that you like my writing is just mind blowing to me considering the incredible caliber of yours. second, please know i reread this for the second time while answering and it still hit me right in the feels and made me cry (again). jess you are such a wonderful human and i am so honored to not only write with you, but know you and be your friend. thank you for putting up with my crazy ideas and yelling about our ships at all hours. i love you so much <3
˙ ✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜ Bora looked at Daisy, a small smile forming on her face , the woman pulled one out slowly before showing Daisy how to hold one with her hands. Voice coming out gentle — understanding the new feeling. ❛ Just like this, Daisy. It’s pretty simple — between these two fingers yoy would hold it. ❜ Bora was patient with her, in no rush to teach Daisy the bad habit that she should probably let go herself. Hands gently snaking up to adjust the way Daisy held the joint. ❛ Do you want me to light it or not yet? ❜
daisy lets bora guide her on how to hold the joint, blonde knows she's no expert. holds the joint between index and middle finger; feeling like a lady in high society a hundred years ago. except, instead of a cigarette . . . it was a drug placed between her fingers. she nods her head. " yeah, i think lighting it would be fine. " though she seems unsure, probably to do with the nerves of smoking for the first time. " unless you think it's better to wait? "
happy wednesday, angels!! i woke up so sick & i’m not entirely sure why. i may be a little slower today because of that. i hope the day treats you well & that you treat you well today! xoxo, ghostie
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ramona was nervous for her date after jalen's game. even though she had known him since they were in middle school, she never thought he really noticed her. they ran with different crowds, he was a star athlete and she was just an art nerd. she always had a crush on him but it wasn't until recently -- now that they're in college, that she even said anything. to her surprise he asked her to come to his game and she took the opportunity to ask him if he wanted to grab a bite to eat afterwards. he was awesome during the game as usual. she could feel the butterflies fluttering around her stomach as she stared at him across the table. ramona was without a doubt one of those girls who truly didn't know how pretty and talented she was. "i'm glad you agreed to come out with me. you probably could have gone out with any girl you pointed at."
the nerves that swirled in his stomach were unlike any he had ever felt. going out to crowds of people and having to work his ass off to ensure a good game is played was nothing compared to this. sure, he loved basketball. could see himself pushing for the nba someday. but this? this was important. making sure that romona knew just how special she was, not just to him but in general? it was of upmost importance. the one thing that he knew he couldn't screw up. her beauty and talent was unmatched, but beyond that was her kindness. he'd picked out flowers for her, and some expensive paints that he'd had recommended to him by a teammate that was also studying art. " hey, none of that, " he reprimanded playfully. " you are the person i wanna spend time with. you always have been. " he pauses, allowing himself a moment to bring up the gifts he had prepared. " i figured since your last commission you could do with some new paints, " he mused, setting the acrylics on the table. " and . . . you can never go wrong with flowers. i know roses are cliche, but i thought they'd match your blush perfectly. "
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it was taking every fiber of cooper's being to not kiss her right then and there. but he couldn't.. right?? amber was his best friend's sister. there was like an unwritten, often unspoken rule that you just don't go there. but she was right here. looking like that -- as beautiful as ever. "you really gotta stop coming around here looking this good, ambs." he practically groaned. "you're making it very hard for me to not kiss you."
amber had always known that there were certain lines she could never cross. attempting anything with her older brother's best friend? a prime example of a line that she couldn't cross. shouldn't cross. but, it didn't stop her from thinking about it . . . thinking and acting were two completely different things. she'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about kissing him. amongst other things. swallows before answering. hoping that it'd buy her just a little more time. " then why don't you? "
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send ✨ if you like my writing and feel free to tell me why !! the rpc is in serious need of some positivity.
