#blueblcssom

[litmoons-a]

“   what   are   you   doing   in   my   room   ?   ”

[7minute]

〝 how long are you planning on pretending to ignore me for? 〞she calls out from the steps, timbre playful as her gaze connects with the other ––– still on the ice as he pretends to continue practicing, even though his teammates are long gone. ashanti was waiting for her father, whom was still in the office but fem decided to wait out here, wondering how long it would take for blaise to utter a word to her. 〝 because you've been looking at me all day. what, did my dad tell you to stay away from me? 〞

[litmoons]

❝   i   kissed   you   -   ❞   full   on   made   out   with   him   ❝   because   my   ex   was   watching   and   you   were   the   first   person   i   saw,   so   don’t   flatter   yourself.   it   could’ve   been   anyone.   ❞

[heatthens]

😘 winnie @ luca

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Send 😘 to kiss my muse on the cheek

“wait, wait. you’re not actually mad, are you? c’mon…” luca laughs, leaning over the air hockey table with a crooked grin, shaking his head as he takes in how flushed winnie is. half from the game, half from being a sore loser. they’d just wandered into the arcade after dinner, messing around with a few random games until he spotted the table. he had promised to go easy on her… but she’d immediately said she could beat him. something about doing it with her eyes closed.

so. three rounds. winner picks the prize.

she’d taken the first one fast. way faster than he expected. caught him completely off guard. but the next two? yeah, those had turned into full on battles. and somehow, he still walked away with the win. “i mean, you almost had me a couple times, i’ll give you that,” he adds, pushing off the table and stepping around it, eyes never leaving her. “but a deal’s a deal. i get my prize.” he slows as he gets closer, dragging it out on purpose, head tilting side to side like he’s really thinking about it.

“hmm…”

then he lifts a finger, tapping just above his jaw with a smug little smile. “kiss on the cheek. right here.” his grin widens. “and don’t half ass it either. none of that sore loser energy.” he watches her glare soften just a little. before she leans in. and when her lips brush against his skin, something in his chest shifts in a way he’s definitely not about to unpack right now. instead, he just beams, like an idiot, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“thank you, thank you,” he teases. “gracious in victory, that’s me.” he nudges her gently toward the counter.

“c’mon, i’ll get you a slushie. something to help you cope with the devastating loss.”

[farsgone]

      ◜ ⋅ incoming for @blueblcssom 💌 welcome to little rose.

         “ bad enough 'm dressed in this fuckin' tight ass suit, an' now i've gotta play nice? this wasn't the deal. ” 

[heatthens]

closed starter for @blueblcssom

“so you’re here right now because…” she raised a brow, drifting to stand beside him. larissa’s gaze slid from his features to the oversized painting on the gallery wall. the one she’d finished a few months ago that had apparently just sold for a number with a whole lot of zeros trailing behind it. “if you’re the anonymous buyer thinking it’ll get you a second chance, the answer is no.”

[blcssom]

closed for @blueblcssom ft. calvin grant || 45 / male model + escort / bisexual

as far as calvin was concerned, there were no strange requests in the world of modeling. though he'd stumbled into the career on accident after an agent had booked him for a private event, he'd taken to the lifestyle quite quickly and one of the first things he'd learned was that there was no such thing as a typical day at the office. so he paid no mind to the fact that the room he was told to change in looked more like a supply closet than a dressing room, and barely reacted to the door swinging open while he was fully nude, the pants leather pants he was meant to be wearing still in his hands. "oh, hey! thank god, i'm really having a hard time with these pants. do you think maybe you could come in and give me a hand getting into them??"

[beingalones]

closed starter for @blueblcssom plot: our muses have been secretly hooking up and pretending to still hate each other and as blunt as quinn is, it's starting to get to her.

it took more than a few seconds for quinn to snap out of it and whip her head towards the sound of their voice, her expression tight as she inspected them. "sorry, guess i didn't hear you. morning." the greeting was a stark contrast from the way she tended to act when they were alone, allowing the layers to peel back enough to even be sweet sometimes. her head ached from the three too many drinks she'd thrown back the night before, which she was reminded of as she listened to them try to make conversation and pain began to throb behind one of her eyes.

she clenched her jaw, continuing to search through their friend's kitchen for where they kept their medicine until finally, she paused, hands resting on the counter for a moment. "could you stop for a sec?" she flicked them an irritated look and finally as she opened a draw and found some asprin, she leaned against the counter and took a couple. when she was done, she finally allowed herself to look at them again, pursing her lips. "are you sure you wanna be caught willingly talking to me anyway? someone might wake up and catch us in this compromising position."