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@shaughnessys
write a self-para about a special day in your muse’s time at hollingsworth.
he’s been riding a high since saturday night & for the first time this year , duke feels like maybe hollingsworth isn’t such a bad place . it’s his first year here , in a new town that doesn’t care for him with people who look down on him with their raised noses & clutched pearls . he’ll never admit it , but he’s called gary in tears more times than he can count – but this might be when the tides turn .
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊
exterior . a standard black nike backpack gifted to him by the ice hockey athletic department his freshman year . attached to one of the zippers is an athletic department badge , along with a keychain that has this season’s schedule on it . it’s very well taken care of , despite this being it’s fourth year in use .
interior , first big pocket . a change of clothes that varies depending on the day . usually , clothes are kept in his duffle bag ( an entirely different bag ) for quick changes after morning practices or a mid - day gym session , but he’s always got sweatpants & a sweatshirt of his choice in the big pocket – just in case .
interior , second big pocket . his school supplies . a golden macbook he bought from some girl off of craigslist in mint condition . it took most of the allowance gary sent him , so he takes extremely good care of it , so he doesn’t have to buy a new one . along with the laptop , a bunch of identical black , mechanical pencils & various colored notebooks . there’s also crumbs & granola bar wrappers near the bottom .
exterior , side pockets . extras that he’s learned by now to always have on him . a pack of kleenex ( not pictured ) , some pre - wrap , athletic tape & there’s usually some sort of energy drink on the other side as well , usually blue or green .
interior , small pocket . his essentials i.e. , his phone charger , a laptop charger , his wallet , his lanyard , his keys & everything else that matters to him .
Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.
Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.
BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.
100 ways to say ‘ i love you ’ sentence starters ↪ skins uk edition. alter as you see fit
“wake up [name], you twat.”
“do you want a coke or something?”
“can i carry your books?”
“i like that you’re funny Iooking.”
"oh thank you, you’re so nice.”
"you fancy me?”
"i think that could have gone a lot worse, don’t you?”
"we’ll miss you, won’t we?”
[ text ] : EAT
"have you always had that mole?”
"i’m respecting. believe me, i’m respecting.”
"you alright? do you want to dance?”
"do you want me to walk you home?”
"we’ll make ourselves comfy, yeah?”
“shall i give you head?”
"i’m gonna get an early night. coming to bed?”
"i’ll give you head - that’s friendship.”
“but what about you? you’ve got bigger problems than me.”
"i like your hair.”
"and i’m really, really sorry for being a slut, okay?”
"i realised something. i’ve been an idiot.”
"and i was hoping maybe you’d give me another chance?”
"you’re clever, funny, and … very, very pretty.”
"so i’ll see you around.”
”[name], you came! i mean, cool, i mean … i wasn’t sure you would.”
“do you think they’ll give us a joint cell?”
"i don’t want this to be difficult.”
"did you get beaten up?”
"i want to speak to you, and i think you want to speak to me.”
"kiss me again.”
"come on, i’m taking you for breakfast.”
"happy birthday, mate.”
"there’s something i have to get off my chest and if i don’t, i’m afraid everything might just totally go to shit.”
"come to bed with me. please.”
"you’re my best friend, but i really don’t know what the fuck you’re on about most of the time.”
"see? i remembered your favourite.”
"look, sorry, [name]. but your mum says we gotta take you home.”
"come out. i’ll get you dancing.”
"do i have to gay you now?”
"right, i know it might seem a bit fast, but, well, i think we’re ready, so, er, [name] … i want you to move in with me.”
"let’s talk. fill me in with everything. every little detail.”
"we can carry on pretending, if it makes you feel any better.”
"and i fucking love you.”
"wow! you’ve got a wacker lot of doughnuts.”
"cheeky.”
"thanks for keeping schtum.”
"hi, i made tea.”
"i brought vodka. was that right?”
"i’ll show you how to do a blowjob.”
"i missed you… i missed you too much.”
"i think you can do anything.”
"it’s also nice just being with you, when you’re not being a prick, that is.”
"you alright?”
"i know you, [name]. i know you’re lonely. i think you need someone to want you. well, i do want you. so be brave. and want me back!”
"fuck you.”
"can’t we just sit like this … for a bit?”
"this is a once-only charity event, you understand?”
"i bought a fucking gateaux.”
"please. can we start again?”
"facebook really needs to hear about this.”
"you’re very stalkable.”
"i was scared!”
"i am so proud of you.”
"don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
"she’s lovely, isn’t she?”
"you look nice in that dress.”
"you are doing so well, sweetheart.”
"so you’re mental, and i’m useless.”
"so, what are we doing next, mystery girl?”
"i’ll never forget you.”
"hi. i got eggs. we can have eggs, yeah? and red bulls and pain au chocolat.”
"i’d die for you. i love you. i love you so much and it’s killing me.”
"don’t take any crap this time.”
"badass.”
"you’ve totally got, like, ‘fuck me’ eyes, girl. totally ‘fuck me sideways’ eyes.”
"maybe we can go together.”
"don’t be an ass hat and people will like you more.”
"i’m trying to understand your way, but you won’t let me.”
"you’ve got quite a rep, but you’re actually pretty sound.”
"you’ve got to stick it to the man, bruv.”
"you need to sort yourself out.”
"remember when we were kids and we used to talk about just… just fucking it, running away and becoming roadies?”
"everything is going to be fine, i promise you.”
"hi, you look nice.”
"you may live your life as you want.”
"we’ll do a girls’ night in.”
"you’re a shape-shifter of happiness.”
"it’s not like we’re getting married! it was one dinner!”
"thank you, my henna-handed honcho.”
"i’m sorry. i was just looking for somewhere a bit quiet.”
"it’s heavenly.”
"why aren’t you here?”
"i tried to ring you.”
"everything’s better. here you are again.”
"i’ll dance with you.”
"what’s happened to you, [name]?”
"i didn’t wanna tell you this when you were all smitten and shit but you can do better.”
“oh, my god! oh, my god! i’m so glad you came!”
"i promise. everything’s going to be alright.”
"i love you.”
𝔁. response , frankie s . / francvscas
CLOSED STARTER: FRANCESCA AND DUKE !
SHE HELD HER PART OF THE BARGAIN of not talking to him ever again. hell, she even took a step further at it; whenever he would appear on her peripheral view, she did a one-eighty so he wouldn’t see her — at least that was what she said to herself because, in reality, she did it solely for the fact that looking at him made her heart hurt. a part of her still expected his message late at night, asking for her tender embrace, but the message never came and all she had were the memories and the photos she still hadn’t dared to delete. this time was final. there wouldn’t be a ‘them’ again — or like he said the last time they talked; there was never a 'them’, they weren’t real.
she would have kept that plan going, but in the bottom of a basket with her fresh clothes from the laundry service was one of his sweatshirts — one that he probably didn’t remember about, one that she could have asked sloane to give him; but no, there she was knocking on his door with piece of clothing perfectly folded in her hands. it was a mistake. a mistake that could end up in another sleepless night with tears that wouldn’t stop coming. a mistake that could have been avoided. a mistake she regretted as soon as her heart fell to her stomach when he opened the door. “ hi, ” she muttered softly, eyes glancing at her feet as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. // @shaughnessys·
𝔁. HE’S DONE GOOD . COMMUNICATIONS WITH her have been limited to none , he’s successfully deleted her number & every form he has of reaching her . though he’s hovered in her dm’s a couple times , he hasn’t sent a message & for that alone , he’s proud of himself . but he’ll be the first to admit that it’s sucked . it’s been horrible not having her around , her smile or her laugh . it’s sucked even more because his pillows still smell like her & her perfume still lingers on his sweatshirts – even after washing .
he’s done his best to keep his distance , avoiding halls he’d know he’d see her & distancing himself from mutual friends . as long as he doesn’t see her , he’ll be fine & he won’t miss her . he’s done a good job of staying distracted with practice & talking with professional coaches – it’s easy to forget about heartbreak when he’s busy with his future . he’s told his frat brothers to not bother him , to let him study in peace so when there’s a knock on his door – he’s already agitated . swinging it open , he’s about to swear at whoever’s there when he sees her instead . jaw clenching , he leans against the door with his arms crossed . ‘ hi. ’ he replies . ‘ what’s up ? ’
𝔁. response , nico a . / ashwalled
// @shaughnessys· //
nico loves duke.
that’s the exact thing he’d tweet out if he was kidnapped or some shit and needed people to know something was wrong. that or chick loves duke — that’s probably just as efficient. there are times when he wonders if he wouldn’t hate duke if it weren’t for the polarizing lens of chick he sees him through ( usually it only takes him a few pondering seconds to conclude : no, he probably would ). still, nico tries to keep his disdain neatly packed beneath his goalie zen on the ice and sometimes off it when they’re doing team workouts ; they’re only going to make playoffs if they play as a team and unfortunately, that does include duke. team dinner though — that’s really just asking for trouble. “ can you pass the ketchup ? ”
𝔁. NO , THERE WASN’T ANYTHING WRONG with nico . that was usually the case , with duke & the nameless people he hated . there wasn’t anything wrong with them , per say , he just did an excellent job of making there be something wrong with them . nico just happens to be friends with the one person at hollingsworth duke really can’t stand , so yes , there is something wrong with nico – to him , anyway . unfortunately , the team loves chick , so there’s also something wrong with most of the team . team dinners , a stupid idea that wasn’t his , but as co captain , he can’t not show up . he’s sat isolated , keeping to himself quietly until nico asks for the ketchup . ‘ don’t you have long arms ? ’ he grumbles , similar to an old man as he aggressively passes the red bottle , landing harshly in front of nico .
𝔁. response , chick m . / chicksey
he always thinks – well. maybe not always, but usually chick would like to consider himself prepared for duke’s vitriol. not the case today, it seems. he’s just gotten done with the leg press, sweat dripping down the back of his shirt, and he barely has time to catch his breath before duke comes striding on over like he owns the fuckin’ place. chick furrows his brow, eyes narrowing. they haven’t spoken over the summer. as a matter of fact, up until now, they haven’t had one full conversation. better late than never. if duke’s looking for a fight, he figures it might as well be time to get the whole mess over with. ‘ uh, y’know, i can’t think of anything. my schedule this month is booked. why’re you worried about it? ’ he snorts, moving to grab his water bottle from the floor and twisting the lid open. ‘ you wanna go to all my fancy things instead? trade places, bud? ’ he says nothing about the cut under duke’s eye. he can save those snarky comments for later.
𝔁. ONLY THE PRIVILEGED KNEW OF ‘ fancy things ’ . truth be told , he did want to trade places with the taller male . chick grew up with everything duke could ever want – everything he could ever NEED . if he had grown up with even a fraction of what he had , he wouldn’t have to work so hard at the one thing he’s got going for him . the thought of chick’s names making headlines last year instead of his fires him up all over again , though he just croses his arms & nods , eyes squinting for a fraction . ‘ i’d love to trade places , matthews . think you could go home for me in your fancy car ? say hi to my neighbors for me ? ’ he asks sharply . ‘ it’s a real welcoming place , that’s for sure . ’
𝔁. response , finn w . / finnwhq
｡･ﾟ*｡ - reply to @shaughnessys
Was it Christmas? Because it bloody felt like it. “Yes, mate! Exactly what I like to hear,” Finn said, remnants of his Australian accent peeking through. He had been away from his home country for so long ( was it even home anymore? ) and the thought of ever going back - of going back to somewhere his father ( deadbeat dad? Was that too harsh? ) lived, was an idea he rarely entertained. “I’ll do CPR on you myself - not that you’d need it for an ankle but you get what I mean. I’ll piggyback you to safety…It’ll be fun!” It sounded like it was all a joke but it was something Finn truly would have done for Duke ( not CPR on his ankle though ). Finn always aimed to follow through on the things he said and watching out for Duke? He’d do it in a heartbeat. “I could make like an activity sheet or something so if we spot a distinctive leaf, we could like write it down or draw it or something? Does that sound cool? I think it does!”
𝔁. NORMALLY , HE’D NEVER BE CAUGHT dead hiking around hollis , but he trusts finn enough to make sure he won’t fall & die by misstep on a hill . a smile growing on his face , he can barely take in finn’s excitement – something he’s not experiencing just yet , but the male’s energy is contagious . laughing at his remark , he glances down at his feet before looking back up at him . ‘ i’ve never actually been hiking , so you might have to give me a piggy-back ride the whole time . ’ he’s half joking , crossing his arms to give finn a look . he’s inexperienced in the wilderness , growing up in a concrete neighborhood . hiking was luxury , though , he didn’t see the fun in walking around the woods – until now , anyway . if finn thought it’d be fun , it’d be fun . ‘ an activity sheet ? ’ it sparks a smile on his usually down turned lips . ‘ sure , i’ll bring us colored pens . ’
ooc ◟* i’m missing notifications on both minnie & duke , & i know i owe some replies so if i’ve not responded to you or i never got to you , let me know & i’ll be omw to reply ! ◝
𝔁. response , felicity s . / aeronxutical.
SNAP ↬ felicity: yeah, of course!! SNAP ↬ felicity: do you want me to venmo you or whatever???
𝔁. DUKE ; yes pls big brain . 𝔁. DUKE ; i’ll pay you back i promise . 𝔁. DUKE ; maybe , idk .
𝔁. response , kenzie l . / kenziexolynn
{ closed starter for @shaughnessys· }
Late in the afternoon, Kenzie was glad to be getting out of her last class for the day, Having a pile of homework knowing she had to do, but her mind was else where and she just needed a bit of a break. She headed back to the house, to change out of her cute outfit, and change into some lulu lemon leggings and a hamilton tshirt, that she had gotten one size bigger, tying the side up in a knot. She slipped into a pair of airforce ones and grabbed her airpods off of her dresser. The blonde headed and headed back down stairs and went to the kitchen grabbing out one of the reusable water botles, filling it up with ice and water, and headed out and went back to campus.
Heading the the gym, she needed a little work out time and that would put her back into the head space she needed to get her work done. And after a good half hour on the treadmill or bike, she’d be much better. As she walked into the gym her eyes looking around seeing if she saw anyone she knew, and her eyes went right over to Duke. A small smile crossed Kenzie’s full lips. Heading over to where he was, tapping his foot with hers. “Hey, need a spotter?” She said jokingly, cause girl would not be able to spot him if her life depended on it.
𝔁. HE’S WORKING OUT HIS ANGER , tired & sore from hours of practice & over – exerting himself unnecessarily . his left shoulder’s sore , like it was when he was healing from injury , but he ignores it , continuing his strength training . it’s only when the guy he’s with tells him he has to take off that duke takes a break from the weight room , walking out & filling up his water bottle at one of the silver machines . he’s sweaty & fatigued , making him look incredibly gross , but duke’s never cared much for other’s opinions .
he takes a swig from his water bottle , wiping off his chin when kenzie approaches . despite his mood , he manages a small smile her way & laughs at her question . ‘ you sure you wanna sign up for that ? ’ he jokes back , taking another sip of water before resting a hand on his hip . ‘ did you just get here ? you don’t look incredibly sweaty yet . ’
𝔁. response , frankie s . / francvscas
IT TOOK ALL HER SELF CONTROL to not collapse into tears right then and there; swallowing dry as her hand balled in a fist. she wouldn’t let him have the last word, not this time. the hurt that his venomous words caused on her chest were the last drop to the ocean that she kept untamed for the last three years of this on and off-again relationship. “ do you think that after all this time i still know nothing about you, duke ?? you can lie and pretend all you want, but i know this wasn’t an one-sided feeling. you were happy with me. and you are so scared of that. you are so scared that i could make you happy that you prefer to ruin it, ” she took a breath and shook her head, “ you pose yourself as this god almighty, nothing can tear me down, but in reality you are just a fucking scared little boy. a lonely scared little boy. “
her eyes diverted to the ground for a second, the regret of saying those words to him already hitting; but that wasn’t enough to stop her rambling. ” but let’s pretend that you were miserable, “ she nodded, looking back at him, ” so please, remember how miserable you were with me before texting me at 2 am because you are lonely. because… this time ?? this time, i am the one who is done being your duchess, duke, “ the lie rolled out of her lips so effortlessly, almost making herself believe that she was, in fact, done with him. though, one thing francesca was sure is that she would never be. looking down at the cardboard cup, her childish and petty mind knew there was only one last thing to do. opening the lid, her eyes glistened with anguish as she threw the content on him, ” thanks for the coffee. really made my fucking morning. “
𝔁. HER WORDS HURT , EXACTLY THE way she’s probably intending them to . she brings him to a point , a sharp inhale that’s audibly heard as she calls him out the way she should . through the stinging needles poking into the center of his chest , he’s oddly proud of her . it’s what she needs , what she deserves – to let it out & to let him have it the way she’s supposed to . he’s done nothing but rattle her & break her heart for the past three years – most of the times , he leaves her in the cold , walking away with the last word & knowing he’ll most likely call her back in a few weeks . this feels final though , the end of her rope is finally reached.
he keeps his lips shut , tucking them in as she continues to talk & nodding at her words , letting her say what she needs to ; until , he feels warm liquid splashed onto him . anger washes over him , standing up from his seat & wiping it off of him . ‘ for FUCK’S sake , frankie ! ’ he yells loud enough to draw the attention of nearby students . ‘ god , you’re a fucking child. ’ he shakes his head angrily at her , using the sleeves of his sweatshirt to wipe off his neck . ‘ whatever , this is it – for real . i’m never talking to you again . ’ he walks away , anger and grief mixing in his chest so violently , he almost feels his own tears prickling his eyes .
𝔁. response , frankie s . / francvscas
HER HAND SNAPPED FROM HIS TOUCH, feeling her stomach twist the more his words echoed in her brain and angriness flowing in her veins. his reasoning was nothing but a sad excuse she had heard once or twice before; a sad excuse to run away from happiness, to run away from what challenged him, to run away from her. she wondered if that thrilled him; if breaking her heart over and over again made him feel alive like his reckless fights; she was starting to believe that it did. In her mind she knew she deserved better than someone that only hurt her, but how could she fight her heart when it ached for him, his touch, his kisses, the stolen moments they had to share, and even that shit-eating grin. she wanted him and she would have settled for being his little dirty secret, even if it was far from what she deserved in a relationship.
“ funny, ” she said humorlessly while cleaning her tears, “ you never have any intention to hurt me, but here you are, ” a mirthless chuckle escaping her lips while she got up from the bench, looking down at him. “ you are so full of shit that you don’t even care that you already used that reason before. you can’t even tell me the truth as to why this is happening now when everything was going great… again, ” her voice rising with each word, a sudden change to icy rage as she continued, “ you know, don’t even bother. the excuse is fine. good luck on this season, duke. ”
𝔁. HE DESERVES EVERYTHING SHE’S DISHING out to him , but it still hurts . the way her hand is quickly withdrawn & her words . he stays silent for a moment after she’s finished , determined to let her have the last word . he doesn’t deserve to feel hurt , anyway . he shouldn’t be letting his hurt feelings bounce around his chest like a ball stuck in a pin ball machine , because he CHOSE this . he’s the one who decided , yet again , that he’s not yet ready to focus on her , that he’s going to chicken out again because it’s getting serious ; because he looks at her & he wants her in his future & it scares him beyond belief .
he sighs , almost sadly if anyone can pinpoint an emotion on it . ‘ francesca , ’ he already regrets what he’s about to say . ‘ did you REALLY think everything was going great ? ’ both of them know things were , things were the greatest they’d ever been – maybe . it’s why he’s breaking up with her , he follows a very specific pattern , even if he’s not keen on admitting it . ‘ i was miserable , frankie . don’t you know by now that i’m not a relationship guy ? being tied down is terrible for me , & we weren’t even real ! ’ he keeps his voice quiet , but says what he needs to say to keep her away . ‘ things were great from your point of view , but don’t kid yourself & say i was having a great time . ’
pretty boy (✿◠‿◠)
