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@pcpstr
𝐏𝐂𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐑 ─── noun [ C ] us /ˈpɑːp ˌstɑːr/ uk /ˈpɒp ˌstɑːr/ a very famous and successful performer of pop music
a semi-selective multimuse writing blog as penned 𖬺 adored by sevyn ( she / her , twnty4 , est , afro-latina + lesbian ) . featuring a consistent set of original muses and ideas with various verses .
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robin’s giggles only grew louder when he called it a horror movie, head tipping back as she laughed at the image she’d painted. ❛ no, no… it’d be funny. i’d survive. i’d just keep complimenting them until they felt too bad to kill me. or—or! i could tell them that the killer thinks they look good and they'd lose it. ❜ she nodded once, entirely convinced by her own logic before wobbling again. his concern earned an exaggerated gasp, lips parting in mock offense. ❛ i was gracefully falling, thank you very much. there’s a difference. ❜ she insisted, though she instinctively leaned a little more of her weight into him anyway, trusting him without a second thought. when he repeated that she’d been watching him, the corners of her lips curled into an impossibly guilty smile. ❛ observational research. ❜ she corrected with a tiny, decisive nod. ❛ that’s different. watching sounds… creepy. research sounds academic. sophisticated. i could get published. besides, i had to pick my fake boyfriend somehow. ❜ another fit of laughter escaped her before she bumped his shoulder. ❛ and honestly… you make it really easy. you do all these little things you don’t even realize you’re doing. ❜ her voice softened around the edges, the alcohol making honesty feel as natural as breathing. ❛ like checking if i’m still next to you every five seconds… or pretending to be bored when you're enjoying yourself just the teeniest bit. ❜ she smiled up at him, eyes glossy beneath the streetlights. ❛ i notice stuff. ❜ the confession slipped out so matter-of-factly she didn’t even think to be embarrassed. then came the mention of his cat, and her entire face lit up. ❛ grim? ❜ she repeated, delighted. ❛ that’s the cutest, grumpiest name ever. i already love him. tell him i love him. actually, no, don’t—he doesn’t know me yet. that’d be weird. ❜ she dissolved into another round of giggles at herself before looking back at him. ❛ see? even your cat’s affectionate. maybe that’s just… your thing. maybe grumpy people accidentally collect love because they don’t know how to ask for it. ❜ her words slowed as she thought them through, smile turning smaller, softer. ❛ i don’t think being a cat person is a bad look on you. i think… it kinda fits. quiet house, black cat, music, you. just like certain things fit me. ❜ she tilted her head, studying him with drunken sincerity. ❛ …i like finding out things about you that nobody else around me knows. makes me feel special. ❜
the balance between his type in humor and his feelings about the scenario, both were leveled. he could hardly handle the energy her friends radiated while he intentionally lingered in the back with desperate hope to be forgotten as they stalked corners of the mall. " i think you'll be the only one to survive it. c'mon, you're t͟h͟e͟ ͟ f͟i͟n͟a͟l͟ ͟ g͟i͟r͟l͟, when you're not drunk. i swear if anything happens to you i'll be on fuckin' rampage. " the staten island born held a blue flame to his words. his lips had been in a form a buzzed grin with warm waves. the threat appeared hollow but he meant it. " excuses after excuses, ms. nelson. " keys had met with outside air after hours of absence. maverick silently took the responsibly of being her support as he felt her weight lean his way, it only added a quicker pace to his movement to get her inside. " well, i like creepy. i think it's human nature to be a bit creepy. " his lids narrowed for a second as his fingers worked the keys to unlock the door until he heard a click. her softness combined with her analysis of his characteristics, she had him shy of words for a moment, lips pressed together as he only gave faint grins as his only response. before he pushed the door open he casted his gaze back towards robin, only to meet the glass like eyes and sweetened smile. " i know. i͟t͟'͟s͟ ͟ a͟m͟a͟z͟i͟n͟g͟. " mav's admiration was short but still evident as he made it clear earlier — robin was someone he doesn't have to bullshit just to get minimum satisfaction. " tell him your self, miss. he's right here. " a hand waved as the distant meows from the other side of the door started on cue. " how can you ask for something like that? " his turn to nudge her shoulder. grateful that his hair had curtained the tips of reddened ears. finally, maverick pushed the door open fully to get them both to cross the threshold. " huh, never saw it that way. i mean the type that shoves the fact that they have a cat in your face like every one second. " he chuckled at the missed link. her glossy stare only made the homme's head drop for a second then lift to avoid her eyes a bit as she spoke. closing the door behind them with a lock to secure them for the night. he finally found her gaze after sorting his own drunken yet flustered judgement, " i told you, you're easy to talk to, and you saw the real me. the feelings mutual. " the drummer didn't speak at a high volume, low and rich with sincerity before his pet's meow became audible. " . . . hey buddy. " he grumbled his greeting. not breaking eye contact with robin.
robin's laughter softened into something quieter as she looked up at him, a smile lingering on her lips. ❛ see? that's exactly what i mean. ❜ she pointed lazily at him before letting her hand fall again. ❛ normal people don't say they're gonna go on a rampage. they say, ‘ please be careful ’ or ‘ text me when you get home. ’ you skip, like... four steps. ❜ another giggle bubbled out of her. ❛ it's kinda really sweet, though. ❜ she swayed beside him while he unlocked the door, only for her entire face to light up the second she heard the meow from inside. ❛ oh my god... ❜ she whispered dramatically, immediately peeking around him the moment they stepped inside. ❛ grim? hi, grim... ❜ her voice melted into the embarrassingly soft tone reserved for animals. ❛ i'm robin. i've heard... almost nothing about you, actually. your dad's a terrible storyteller. we're gonna work on that. ❜ she smiled to herself before glancing back at maverick, ready with another joke, but his words caught her off guard instead. ❛ ...the real you. ❜ she echoed quietly, her teasing expression fading into something much gentler. she held his gaze for a long moment, alcohol making honesty feel effortless. ❛ i'm really glad i got him. ❜ her voice came out barely above a murmur. ❛ my initial judgement of you is so… different compared to who you actually are. not in a bad way or anything.. i didn't think you sucked. i just… i don't feel like i have to think before i talk around you. i don't have to be funnier or smarter or quieter or anything. i just get to be me. ❜ her fingers absentmindedly caught the sleeve of his jacket, giving it the smallest tug. ❛ and i like that you let me see the parts of you nobody else really gets. makes me feel surprisingly warm and fuzzy inside. ❜ her smile returned, warm and impossibly fond. ❛ i like the real you, mav. i think he's my favorite. ❜ only then did she finally crouch down toward the black cat with an excited little gasp. ❛ hi, grim... c'mere, handsome. i'm gonna steal you, you're so cute! ❜
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keeping his gaze narrow, malakai's expression shifted towards lingering irritation at the thought of ecrin not knowing how much he cared for her. he could be an arrogant ass sometimes, but he never allowed her to believe that he didn't care… at least he didn't think he had? when she spoke again, he looked at her like she grew several heads in the span of a few quick seconds. ❛ you're the most gorgeous woman i've ever laid my eyes on. i don't give a shit about headaches. i never said i wanted easy love. you may have given me headaches, but you have never been easy. ❜
she could feel the bore of his gaze, his date yards but still within view — and somehow he still made it about her. why did he circle back, even acknowledge she was in the same space as she attempted the same maneuvers that had been fueled by old habits — a subconscious act to self sabotage relationships when they’re at the safest point. she made malakai an ex, and like the few she had she expected avoidance. the skillful driver had always been a top contender to getting her tongue tied he took steps no other did. ecrin’s head shook side to side with a s͟l͟o͟w͟ ͟ p͟a͟c͟e͟ , presented self disappointment in her decision to continue speaking to him, “ hold on, i didn’t say i wasn’t gorgeous. “ the tone carried with firm clarification, a damn sure fact. shoulders had been manually set to release the minuscule tension. “ you deserve easy mal, a peace of mind — is that not w͟h͟a͟t͟ ͟ y͟o͟u͟ ͟ d͟e͟s͟e͟r͟v͟e͟? “ finally, the redhead's gaze had a struggle to soften, but it found the chipped remnants just for him.
in the back of his head, malakai wondered why ecrin seemed to take notice of his date more than he was. he couldn't understand why she didn't see that it meant nothing, because she meant everything to him. whether he was with another girl or not, that fact would remain as always. he was tired of pretending that he was content with being her ex. he wasn't. he was a greedy man when it came to ecrin, he needed more. ❛ trust me, i know you know that. it's called reiteration, ecrin. she's pretty, sure. but she just isn't you. she'll never be. ❜ he was incredibly blunt about it, so blunt he could come off as an asshole, but that wasn't the intention. he just saw no need to lie to ecrin, especially when he knew he couldn't do it anyways. ❛ that's not your job. to worry about what i deserve? it's just not. i don't need you to tell me what i deserve, cus it's not about that. i want you. i never stopped. ❜
from the second they left till the second they got inside, genevieve's eyes had been stuck on kierian, never once leaving him. him being embarrassed hadn't even properly registered to her yet, not until now. she thought that they had a good night, especially since it was their first appearance together since they had been official. she expected a smile on his face, some—any form of positivity. so when she didn't pick up on any, she frowned, tilting her head at him. ❛ what? what do you mean? we had a good night... ❜ her eyebrows furrowed, as if she wasn't truly present for what the hell she did. she chuckled, taking her jacket off to hang it up, pressing a kiss to his lips. ❛ you are being so dramatic. you know i don't like other girls flirting with you. it may not mean anything to you, but i know how girls are, baby! i know how they think. and they just don't deserve you! all you need is me. ❜ rambling mindlessly, she couldn't even recognize her own voice. her thoughts were seperated from her actions, normally causing a scene like that would even embarrass herself, and she was embarrassed.. but she wasn't.
the keys remained within the clutch of his hand unsure if he might stay within the space but he couldn’t retreat at the first sign of a disagreement. they were finally dropped. when she questioned him, kierian’s eyes almost made for an escape from their sockets from how dumbfounded he was by her lack of memory. silently watched as she placed her jacket on the hook of his coat rack then came close to press a kiss against his lips as if she hadn’t lived in his space the entire night. the song writer wanted to love it, so he fused his feelings for her with the ideal that it meant her eyes were only for him as the w͟o͟r͟l͟d͟ ͟ d͟i͟d͟n͟’͟t͟ ͟ m͟a͟t͟t͟e͟r͟. was genevieve his own reflection? had he been so unfamiliar with it that it came in the form of his first girlfriend in months? he accepted the aimed kiss but viewed her with a head to toe glance afterwards.“ she was crying, gen — how is that flirting? then the shit with my manager? i mean, she's always mean as fuck, but i don’t take her serious. “ he bypassed her possessive declaration ; neither feeding into or addressing it. “ i’m yours we made that clear tonight, but just for future preference i would really love if you would tone it down just a bit. “ absent hands went find their place on the sides of her hips, palms holding the curves with care. “ okay? just a little. “
there was a pause, in movement, in noise, in everything. it was like genevieve had been frozen in place, and then she snapped out of it like it was nothing. she threw her head back, groaning as he continued. even thinking about the night made her blood boil, there were too many women who weren't genevieve around kierian. whether they were interested or not. ❛ how is it not? she was probably trying to get a hug out of you, kierian. you can't be so trusting with thee girls. and then your manager? god, who does she think she is? you're… amazing. nobody is allowed to speak to you like that. no one. ❜ she frowned, looking up at him as she rested her hands at his chest. ❛ can't you trust that i have your best interest at heart? ❜ it was a manipulative question, such a manipulative question. genevieve would never say that! at least, not the real one. it felt like she was watching a movie that she was starring in, but could do nothing about what was happening. ❛ fine, i guess i can relax just a little. if that makes you happy, i'll do it. whatever you want. ❜ she added, surprisingly calm after the way she had freaked out no more than an hour ago.
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was it the answer that she desperately wanted to hear? the answer that she laid awake thinking of each night? the simple answer to those questions was yes, though iggy's version of yes was so much more complex. it held so many more layers, layers she wasn't supposed to want to uncover. but her heart ached to. ❛ you're not supposed to. ❜ her answer was blunt, but nothing in her tone nor her expression signified that she lacked the emotions that were bound to be heavy in their situation. ❛ i'm not supposed to love you either. my father would probably kill me if i was here but… i needed to know. ❜
the large sets of dark brown hues shimmered from lingered weeks of longing after the much needed space had been established. tanya found her way back to his uncle’s auto shop, the first place he brought her after had had unraveled the raw and emotion driven backstory of his life and why he does what he does. the rubber-band like effect of iggy’s feelings for her still hasn’t reached it e͟x͟p͟i͟r͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ ͟ d͟a͟t͟e͟ — the snapback came with a windy force every time she step foot within his orbit. a fresh singe of pain he gracefully accepted if it meant for her to still be a factor in his life. " i never really did what i was told. " a brush of toyed coyness paired with his hands slipping into the pockets of his sweats. the corner of his lip jerked up but he corrected it t͟o͟ ͟ n͟e͟u͟t͟r͟a͟l͟. she loved him too. “ i don't think you came here because you needed to know. you’ve known ever since your father called the cops on me that day in the parking lot . . . do you want me to keep saying it? “
sleep hadn't found tanya too easy recently. not when she laid awake thinking about iggy, her father, and her aspiring career. how could she try to be a lawyer when she was in love with a “criminal” as her father liked to call him. it felt like there was an invisible force pulling tanya back to him every chance it got, like she could never stay away for too long, even when she was putting things on the line for him, for her love for him. it was killing her to stay away. ❛ you still don't. ❜ her dry humor only ever showed up with iggy nearby, he was the only one who could pull it out of her. she sighed at his revelation, narrowing her eyes at him before shrugging, admitting defeat. ❛ i wanted to see you. but i did need to know. i needed to hear it. i needed to hear you say it, ignacio ❜ a soft sigh fell from her lips, genuine intentions pouring straight out of her. ❛ i could listen to you talk about loving me all day, every day, until the end of time. ❜
staring came easy for people like genevieve. she stalked. she watched. she enjoyed doing it too, just not when there was a sudden spotlight on her while she did. kierian's gaze finding hers again was that type of unwanted spotlight. which, sounded weird when it was put into perspective, especially because she adored him. but she didn't want him to think she was a creep, so she jumped slightly at his gaze, bashfully turning away and practically racing herself to her place. that was until she took one last look at his contact saved in her phone and turned back around, seeing that he was completely gone. she hesitated. genuinely hesitated for the first time since she had started watching him, though she caved and started making her way towards his place again, throwing the hood of her jacket over her head since she didn't have the hoodie she usually wore when it came to things like this. *ೃ༄ ❛ ow! fuck… ❜ the femme grumbled as she settled on her knees in her usual spot right beneath one of the two windows she'd typically watch kierian from, looking down at her now bleeding knee. she assumed that she'd rested her knee on a broken branch or something, but she didn't care. the pain was barely stinging her skin, barely leaving an effect. not like the sight of kierian did for her. she kept her phone in her hand, too joyous to turn her phone off since she'd gotten his contact information.. she truly couldn't believe he wanted a girl like her's number. she felt a tinge of jealousy in her bones at the sight of all his fan mail, cause truly, she wanted to be the only one holding his attention. those few minutes that they spent just talking made her feel more alive than she had in years, her heart still kicked a few beats at the thought of their interaction. once she got the notification that he was going live she practically put a hole through her phone, her eyes darting between her phone and the window. for some reason she just wanted to jump straight through his window, even if it terrified him. she just wanted to be the only one he had eyes for. but, she knew it was a longshot. she got her foot in the door, and she had to appreciate her blessings as they came.
once the viewer count spiked towards the five digit numbers he parted his lips to finally part after sitting in silence for a handful of minutes. “ ha ! thought it your wifi connection, huh? “ his mind made the second span connection to fill the pause with a light joke, horribly crafted but he lacked the care for shame in it. “ alright ! there’s enough souls in here — time to get started . . . “ another joke but darkened. the stream was meant to be short, under an hour with the first half to reveal the roadmap to keep their base intrigued and the second for the fan mail on his behalf. the selection that made f͟i͟n͟a͟l͟ ͟ c͟l͟e͟a͟r͟a͟n͟c͟e͟, that’s is. most of the spread had been opened and neatly placed in a section for later handling when he comes down. “ last one and i’m off for the night. let’s see, “ fingers found a white and red rectangular box about four inches length, “ o͟n͟e͟ ͟ w͟i͟s͟h͟ ͟ w͟i͟l͟l͟o͟w͟. “ kierian read the label at a broader volume, broadcasting the last delivered gift. “ there wasn’t a note for it unfortunately, but the box is self explanatory. i kind of feel like i have everything i’ve already wished for, though. “ the homme dwelled on a thought to give the gift it’s purpose, fingered found the tab to open the box and the item was now in his hold — expanded pupils soaked in the zoomed in details of the dark wooden stick. the timing had seemed calm and he hasn’t thrown in a stick of dynamite somewhere in a while. “ fuck it, “ the guitarist allowed a laugh to fall as he felt the break in his language promise. “ hm, i always say how much i l͟o͟v͟e͟ ͟ a͟n͟d͟ ͟ o͟b͟s͟e͟s͟s͟ over you guys . . . i wish the fan that loves me the most finds their way to me. “ top row of teeth sunk into his bottom lip to stop his lips from spreading into a wicked grin out of natural mischief. both rounds of his thumb were used to press down the center of the stick ; crack !
eyes bounced back and forth between her phone and kierian's window, as if she was watching a game of tennis. though, no game of tennis could get her heart to race as fast as watching kierian did. genevieve shifted off of her knees, sitting criss cross underneath kierian's window now, just watching him down on her phone. she wondered if she resembled a sticky child that couldn't get their face out of their phone, cause it was exactly how she felt. she didn't dare to look away from her phone, listening to him and watching him like he hung the stars and the moon. once she saw him hold up the one wish willow, her eyes widened, and if it was possible, she would've brought her phone even closer to her face. ❛ woah… ❜ she muttered, chewing down on her bottom lip. once she heard the crack from the willow branch, she looked down at her phone with confusion, standing up and making her way towards kierian's front door. she knocked three times, waiting for the door to open and standing completely still. genevieve felt as weird as she most likely looked. eerie. it was as if her body was moving even though she wasn't telling it to, like the second kierian snapped the willow, something snapped in her as well.
steph.en kay.ln and ja.len thom.as genuinely got me! they had me for a GOOD minute too… and honestly if they aren't MAGA then nevermind but i really had hope in the off campus cast...
〝 what, i'm not laughing that the guy you said was the one fucked your best friend. i feel for you, but i did say he was an entitled prick, didn't i? 〞
❛ it's not that big of a deal, asher. you don't have to be a dick about it. ❜ the femme scoffed, dove hated to be told ‘ i told you so ' it genuinely pissed her off more than anything, especially when asher did it. but she knew he was right, few parts of her knew that she needed to get out of her.. situationship.
〝 you showed up with a date first, you can't be out here lookin' jealous and acting like you want to snap marcus' neck. 〞
❛ i showed up with a date because you're here with marcus ❜ he spoke through gritted teeth, looking around and lowering his tone before dragging georgie off to a more discreet corner. ❛ you don't get to just show up with him and tell me how to react. ❜
all it took was one second. one split second for alex to completely reliquinsh the animosity that bloomed in his chest for nicco. he believed him. and that split second of belief was all it took for him to decide to just let it go. he was sick of being so irritated all the damn time. ❛ okay… good. that's all i wanted. ❜ he sighed, because for some strange reason, something in the back of his mind was telling him to keep his guards up. ❛ yeah.. yes. i'm giving you another chance. one more chance, that's it. after this? i won't speak to you ever again. it'll deadass be like i never existed. ❜
and just like that , nicco's little scheme is successful. how he proceeds from here ? well , even nicco didn't know. he never thought that far ahead , just let his emotions take control and do basically whatever he wanted. it was up for debate if this would happen again but for now , he was pleased. happy , even. " okay , baby. " smooth words glide from his tongue , a gentle hand resting on the other's cheek. " i promise. never again. i'm sorry i was so stupid. " nicco's words are so believable that he really even believes himself , a gentle thumb stroking alex's cheek. " i don't think you could do that , though. just leave me like that. we'll always end up together. " his voice is soft , but it's like little traces of venom were laced between them.
alex was still tense, he was still distrusting of nicco. of his intentions. but he was tired of being angry, of being bitter. he was tired of constantly fighting nicco instead of just letting him do whatever he was going to do. so he was done, he was giving up on pressing him over the tiny stuff, it didn't matter anymore. if nicco did fuck up again, he would be done with him. that was that. ❛ trust me, i could. you're lucky i'm letting this shit slide. i'm just tired of fighting you. i'll let it go, but you have one more chance to fuck up, and i'm so serious. i'm not staying while you lie in my face. ❜
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keeping his gaze narrow, malakai's expression shifted towards lingering irritation at the thought of ecrin not knowing how much he cared for her. he could be an arrogant ass sometimes, but he never allowed her to believe that he didn't care… at least he didn't think he had? when she spoke again, he looked at her like she grew several heads in the span of a few quick seconds. ❛ you're the most gorgeous woman i've ever laid my eyes on. i don't give a shit about headaches. i never said i wanted easy love. you may have given me headaches, but you have never been easy. ❜
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was it the answer that she desperately wanted to hear? the answer that she laid awake thinking of each night? the simple answer to those questions was yes, though iggy's version of yes was so much more complex. it held so many more layers, layers she wasn't supposed to want to uncover. but her heart ached to. ❛ you're not supposed to. ❜ her answer was blunt, but nothing in her tone nor her expression signified that she lacked the emotions that were bound to be heavy in their situation. ❛ i'm not supposed to love you either. my father would probably kill me if i was here but… i needed to know. ❜
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eyes watched as she hid then peaked, she pinged the sense of adoration within him as he gotten to witness this side of robin as the the night went on. maverick accepted each act of bubbled affection she displayed, even with the same amount of drinks and he still couldn’t program himself to not be a stone wall when it came to the sweetened gestures. for the lack of physical reciprocation he makes up for with effort, “ that sounds like the beginning of a horror movie. “ the thought of robin in the sea of uniformed acrobats who’s verbal arsenal could strip someone of their dignity had him mused. the stutter in het balance earned a short exhale that pushed as a groan. “ safety police my ass — you’re about to fall. “ the homme wanted to stay steady with the humor but his t͟r͟u͟e͟ c͟o͟n͟c͟e͟r͟n͟s͟ had expanded the more they walked. lips had a cautious yet barley visible stretch while he took glances ahead and to his girlfriend as she spilled more. when her sentence trailed, he captured the morphed expression that earned a furrowed brow and a soaked expression of confusion. then he realized that he was mirroring the horrid example, he busted into a surge of laughter. head turned and hand brought to cover exposed teeth, “ oh! observational research? “ he echoed, “ okay — so you’ve been watching me? “ he repeated his earlier choice in words but this time he emphasized on the flow. as if he was the only one in the world that heard it, but still needed clarification. like he thought, verbal arsenal that could strip dignity. “ then you both have more in common than you think. that’s k͟i͟n͟d͟ ͟ o͟f͟ ͟ s͟c͟a͟r͟y͟ actually . . . “ free fingers went to reach for his keys, the soft metallic tap had soothed nerves as they approached his turn. maverick stayed silent but nodded as she asked. as she flooded the air with her barrage of questions about his four-legged companion, his grin had spread at the notice of the shift in gaze. he shrugged casually but his smile mirrored how proud he was of the discovered fact. he enjoyed with the mysterious imagery of himself as he was truly private to his core, only shared when he thought it mattered. “ well, i was trying to be considerate, but yeah i have an adult black cat. i named him grim and he’s an asshole. not really he’s just super affectionate — how the fuck I end up with so many affectionate beings? what is this? “ his own drunken ramble took effect as he realized the pattern, reflecting robin’s e͟a͟r͟l͟i͟e͟r͟ ͟ i͟m͟p͟r͟e͟s͟s͟i͟o͟n͟ of him. he pulled her as close as he could get her by his arm in her hold, “ good. “ he softly spoke, still taking careful steps as they inched his doorway. “ i don’t think being that cat person is a good look on me. “
robin’s giggles only grew louder when he called it a horror movie, head tipping back as she laughed at the image she’d painted. ❛ no, no… it’d be funny. i’d survive. i’d just keep complimenting them until they felt too bad to kill me. or—or! i could tell them that the killer thinks they look good and they'd lose it. ❜ she nodded once, entirely convinced by her own logic before wobbling again. his concern earned an exaggerated gasp, lips parting in mock offense. ❛ i was gracefully falling, thank you very much. there’s a difference. ❜ she insisted, though she instinctively leaned a little more of her weight into him anyway, trusting him without a second thought. when he repeated that she’d been watching him, the corners of her lips curled into an impossibly guilty smile. ❛ observational research. ❜ she corrected with a tiny, decisive nod. ❛ that’s different. watching sounds… creepy. research sounds academic. sophisticated. i could get published. besides, i had to pick my fake boyfriend somehow. ❜ another fit of laughter escaped her before she bumped his shoulder. ❛ and honestly… you make it really easy. you do all these little things you don’t even realize you’re doing. ❜ her voice softened around the edges, the alcohol making honesty feel as natural as breathing. ❛ like checking if i’m still next to you every five seconds… or pretending to be bored when you're enjoying yourself just the teeniest bit. ❜ she smiled up at him, eyes glossy beneath the streetlights. ❛ i notice stuff. ❜ the confession slipped out so matter-of-factly she didn’t even think to be embarrassed. then came the mention of his cat, and her entire face lit up. ❛ grim? ❜ she repeated, delighted. ❛ that’s the cutest, grumpiest name ever. i already love him. tell him i love him. actually, no, don’t—he doesn’t know me yet. that’d be weird. ❜ she dissolved into another round of giggles at herself before looking back at him. ❛ see? even your cat’s affectionate. maybe that’s just… your thing. maybe grumpy people accidentally collect love because they don’t know how to ask for it. ❜ her words slowed as she thought them through, smile turning smaller, softer. ❛ i don’t think being a cat person is a bad look on you. i think… it kinda fits. quiet house, black cat, music, you. just like certain things fit me. ❜ she tilted her head, studying him with drunken sincerity. ❛ …i like finding out things about you that nobody else around me knows. makes me feel special. ❜
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the athlete had a cleared plate by nature, mornings rushed by coaches had been a circuit implemented early on. with it now placed on the coffee table in front of them and his beer now in hand, he shook his head in childish defense at her claim. “ roe kept cheating! i had to put him in a batista bite until he chilled out. i still don’t know what the fuck that was about, but i think you were her favorite before we were born. “ the exaggerated remark ended with his series of chuckles, his tempo in humor fueled by the history of their friendship — his smile lowered a little in admiration as scarlett spoke the u͟n͟a͟v͟o͟i͟d͟a͟b͟l͟e͟ ͟ t͟r͟u͟t͟h͟, he took a drink from his beer to wash down the left over bite. fitz had placed the bottle back down on his clothed lap then swallowed, " the moon? that's so unrealistic, lett . . . it would take an hour to get there! " memphis chuckles with a tickled jump in shoulders, “ damn my future wife just called me property damage? am I sleeping on the couch next? “ his beer raised with his other hand open he motioned as if he was confused on the sudden target towards him. “ of course not. “ a soft pass of a response to her words over him ensuring her position when it came to his adolescent shenanigans. gaze went towards her plate then back up to the curved petals of her lips. memphis only settled on his claim earlier about hearing her talk about just anything, it was easy to fall into plans and play a role with scarlett — an endless theatrical stage play with various characters.‘ why a parallel universe? ‘ the question hung at the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them with the hint of left over beer. then he brought the glass up to his lips to take another drink from it while he listened to his friend. the defenseman had drank most of the liquid, until a mere two swallows worth was left. “ okay you lost me at prison — make it jail and it could b͟e͟ ͟ b͟e͟l͟i͟e͟v͟a͟b͟l͟e͟. “ he added. sealing his agreement with a wink in her direction before he lifted himself off the couch to his full height. “ i'm thinking the same thing. it will hardly feel like a job and i can trust you with my back turned. “
scarlett laughed so hard she nearly had to set her plate down again, shaking her head at the mental image. ❛ okay—stop! roe cheated because you like to make up rules halfway through games, memphis. don’t rewrite history now. ❜ she pointed her fork at him in accusation before taking another bite, smile refusing to leave her face. ❛ and your mom absolutely loves me. i could’ve done just about anything and she’d still ask what you did first. ❜ she scrunched her nose the second he shot down her moon idea. ❛ you are so unbelievably annoying. ❜ the complaint came with the familiar fondness she’d carried for years, followed by an exaggerated sigh. ❛ okay, fine. not the moon. hawaii. less space, less time, and more beaches. happy? ❜ another laugh slipped free when he called himself property damage. ❛ no, property damage is too small. you’re a natural disaster. one minute everything’s calm, the next you’ve somehow talked three people into climbing a tree, starting a food fight, or jumping into a lake, and everyone still ends up blaming themselves instead of you. it’s actually impressive. i kinda love that. ❜ she bumped his knee lightly with her foot before stealing one last bite from her plate. ❛ jail it is, then. we’ll tone it down just enough to keep people guessing. ❜ her eyes followed him as he stood, automatically reaching over to collect both of their empty plates without thinking twice, balancing them together as if it were second nature. ❛ see? you’re already getting spoiled. let your fiancée clean up while you stand there looking so so pretty. ❜ the words left her absentmindedly before she caught herself, lips curling into a sheepish smile as she looked over her shoulder at him. ❛ y'know, you’ve never had to worry about trusting me with your back turned. you never will. you could trust me blindfolded on the edge of a cliff. ❜
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he could argue all night, even risk the threat of dawn’s rain above them to prove that she didn’t hold the title. lips had stretched against her wrist. how could she make turn such a cursed predicament and sort it to find the humanity. every interaction he’s had with robin had been refresh after refresh, nothing could go unsaid or or have a lack in character as she’s more to him than she knows. an air filled yet mused chuckle came from his nostrils again and fanned against her wrist. getting him to laugh in the midst of feedings was another shot robin took and he accepted. a soft ring came from deep within the cave of his ear as suction came with a͟n͟ ͟ a͟p͟p͟r͟o͟p͟r͟i͟a͟t͟e͟ ͟ p͟u͟l͟l͟ — just enough to collect a pail with the under-curve of his tongue. then swallowed. maverick eased into her fingertips, his jaw unhinged to contain the area to prevent spillage. then they slipped to his hair and down his nape, the musician admired this level of intimacy being shared. it was beautifully unnatural. her words sent pulsed waves outwards from the center of his abdomen and into certain sections of his stretched out stature. chest cage felt chilled while denim had gotten restrictive with a familiar tighten hold just by the minute. robin’s plasma left a lush layer as he savored and digested her essence. as he finally removed his lips, mav let out an audible gasp for air while eyelids parted to expose the widened but in a euphoric state of shine. “ maybe i should start listening you. “ the irony of his statement doubled the humor as the sarcasm served it usual purpose. maverick’s face had been pressed against her wrist while eyes focused on the twin wounds. he tried to compartmentalize another section of m͟e͟n͟t͟a͟l͟ ͟ t͟r͟a͟f͟f͟i͟c͟ as he watched the holes seep. “ i think there’s a problem. “ the lack of urgency clear, as the pieces had snapped into place — for a fresh vampire that was made by curse instead of death, maverick had hardly a mindset on where to contain urges and the effects from it. “ robin, i’m hard. “ gaze avoidant, lips muffled with a sheepish tone in delivery, if red could take hold of the tips of his ears it would.
robin stayed remarkably still, not because she felt obligated to, but because she knew how difficult this was for him, regardless of whether she was enjoying herself or not, she knew how he felt about this. so, her breathing remained slow and measured, her attention fixed entirely on maverick rather than the weight of everything else surrounding them. every instinct she had was focused on keeping him grounded. the first couple of moments caught her off guard, more unfamiliar than painful, but the surprise faded quickly. once she realized he was being as careful as he possibly could, the tension in her shoulders eased. her hand found his sleeve almost absentmindedly, fingers resting there in quiet reassurance, offering him something steady to hold onto without ever interrupting his concentration. watching him fight his own nature hurt far more than anything she felt herself. even now, he was careful. hesitant. every movement seemed weighed down by the fear of making a mistake, and that alone made robin feel bad, especially when she was supposed to be helping him break this curse. he still hadn't stopped worrying about her, even when he was the one who needed help. she hated it just as much as she adored it. her free hand drifted to the back of his head, fingers combing lightly through his hair in slow, absent strokes, less to comfort herself than to remind him she was still there. there was no fear in her expression when she looked at him—just patience. when he finally drew back, robin’s eyes searched his face immediately. relief settled over her as she saw some of the strain leave his features, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. that relief almost faded the second he told her there was a problem, making her sit up. ❛ what? what's wrong? ❜ the femme inquired, her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes searched his. her free hand moved from the back of his head to his cheek, concern written all over her face until he spoke again. her face promptly relaxed, she was smiling now. how could she not? she barely tapped his cheek, not nearly hard enough to be considered a slap, trying to gain his gaze again. ❛ you pervert. ❜ she giggled, leaning forward to press a kiss against his lips. she was in a state of disbelief when it came to him. he got shy about getting hard around his girlfriend who was willing to let him put literal bite marks on her skin, and it was honestly adorable to her. she knew that this still hadn't changed her maverick.
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their interaction remained as an ozone for his thoughts as his legs formed a bow-legged path towards the concrete path that lead to his house. the barking that came in cuts from his lowered speaker had been drowned out by genevieve’s impression — it was a sure case that fans would be flustered, shaking hands for a selfie or an autograph which kierian himself steadied by an adored guide. the chances of meeting those who are just as equally devoted had been a slip between fingers, wanting to sit in the moment and probe the minds of fans to see what truly drove them. the phone still raised to his ear as he walked, a final glance over his shoulder to spot the brunette one last time. lips had stretched further when he locked onto her lingered gaze, his chuckle caught in the line with his manger as a distant ‘ are you listening ? ‘ snapped him back forward. *ೃ༄ he had finally gotten settled, tripod had been set in his living room, mail on his behalf delivered from his manger and organized in order of opening. ‘ for the love of god, please, stick to the script. ‘ the words circled kierian’s now dru.g induced mind, other thoughts had been lined but blurred from the rapid fire of mental traffic. the music down e͟x͟i͟t͟e͟d͟ ͟ h͟i͟s͟ ͟ b͟a͟t͟h͟r͟o͟o͟m͟ and went towards his spinning living room, euphoric giggles would escape his lips when genevieve came to mind. fingers went to reach for his personal phone, pad of his thumb swiped to unlock as he dropped himself into the arms of his fabric couch. enlarged pupils searched for a notification, then he checked the time before he could register if the femme had sent a message made him to sit up with a jolt. “ shit. “ he swore out in rushed frustration. the homme reached over the spread of fan mail to tap his prepped work phone, a couple swipes and taps then he was live. across multiples of his promotional social media accounts. he let the time sit for the viewership to climb so he sat back and eyed a few of the packs of mail. absentmindedly, the corners of kierian’s lips had tugged upwards.
staring came easy for people like genevieve. she stalked. she watched. she enjoyed doing it too, just not when there was a sudden spotlight on her while she did. kierian's gaze finding hers again was that type of unwanted spotlight. which, sounded weird when it was put into perspective, especially because she adored him. but she didn't want him to think she was a creep, so she jumped slightly at his gaze, bashfully turning away and practically racing herself to her place. that was until she took one last look at his contact saved in her phone and turned back around, seeing that he was completely gone. she hesitated. genuinely hesitated for the first time since she had started watching him, though she caved and started making her way towards his place again, throwing the hood of her jacket over her head since she didn't have the hoodie she usually wore when it came to things like this. *ೃ༄ ❛ ow! fuck… ❜ the femme grumbled as she settled on her knees in her usual spot right beneath one of the two windows she'd typically watch kierian from, looking down at her now bleeding knee. she assumed that she'd rested her knee on a broken branch or something, but she didn't care. the pain was barely stinging her skin, barely leaving an effect. not like the sight of kierian did for her. she kept her phone in her hand, too joyous to turn her phone off since she'd gotten his contact information.. she truly couldn't believe he wanted a girl like her's number. she felt a tinge of jealousy in her bones at the sight of all his fan mail, cause truly, she wanted to be the only one holding his attention. those few minutes that they spent just talking made her feel more alive than she had in years, her heart still kicked a few beats at the thought of their interaction. once she got the notification that he was going live she practically put a hole through her phone, her eyes darting between her phone and the window. for some reason she just wanted to jump straight through his window, even if it terrified him. she just wanted to be the only one he had eyes for. but, she knew it was a longshot. she got her foot in the door, and she had to appreciate her blessings as they came.
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house keys had been clutched into his palm, browns furrowed as the door closed behind him. leaving them stuck in the quicksand of embarrassment after their first official appearance — her reactions initially had him rung as adorable, his hand would reach for her waist as if it became part of his daily routine whenever she would catch the a͟t͟t͟e͟m͟p͟t͟e͟d͟ ͟ i͟n͟v͟a͟s͟i͟o͟n͟ of his privacy or a search spoilers. kierian fed off it until it came to the moment where he had to perform paid service. the entire drive back, the singer rewound fast forwarded, and replayed the entire thing. a cloud drenched his mood and posture as rubbed his eyes. there was a pause before he could respond, lips parted, “ what?! “ the dense weight of bewilderment had shook nerves then her words sunk him further into confusion and worry. “ where did that come from, gen? you know i'll never want you to do that. i know i say give everything your all — but there’s a time and place. what was that? . . . baby, i told you its all work, it doesn’t mean anything. “
from the second they left till the second they got inside, genevieve's eyes had been stuck on kierian, never once leaving him. him being embarrassed hadn't even properly registered to her yet, not until now. she thought that they had a good night, especially since it was their first appearance together since they had been official. she expected a smile on his face, some—any form of positivity. so when she didn't pick up on any, she frowned, tilting her head at him. ❛ what? what do you mean? we had a good night... ❜ her eyebrows furrowed, as if she wasn't truly present for what the hell she did. she chuckled, taking her jacket off to hang it up, pressing a kiss to his lips. ❛ you are being so dramatic. you know i don't like other girls flirting with you. it may not mean anything to you, but i know how girls are, baby! i know how they think. and they just don't deserve you! all you need is me. ❜ rambling mindlessly, she couldn't even recognize her own voice. her thoughts were seperated from her actions, normally causing a scene like that would even embarrass herself, and she was embarrassed.. but she wasn't.
