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CLOSED STARTER FOR @crookedsin

MUSE: jaya chari / 28 / assistant news editor / pansexual

based on the first plot HERE!

"c'mon, what's going on with you?" jaya asks her friend, "we used to see each other all the time, then you disappeared". she takes a sip from her wine glass, "have you met someone? are you blowing me off to go on dates" jaya HAD wondered if that was the case, was she destined to live in the friend zone forever.

#crookedsin #i hope this is okay!!#☆ﾟ*・ﾟyou know i talk too much— ↳ jaya / conversation

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i've been sitting on this because in all honesty, i'm not sure that i fully know how to express just how much you mean to me my luna. and sure, this might just be a silly little meme on tumblr.com --- but let's be real, i'm a cancer and i can't just be like 'you're a great writer and your muses are amazing and i love you bye xoxo' --- because when it comes down to it, those sentiments are all true but they just don't feel like they're enough. they don't hit right. not when we have our cottage by the ocean and frequently consume cosmic crack together. the deepest, sincerest and truest words that i have for you are that i'm just so glad i found you. i'm so thankful. so so so thankful that the universe rewarded me with a leo bestie that sparks my muse and inspires my soul. the day you dropped into my IMs and we started talking about good will hunting? i still remember it because i was like, THIS BABE ACTUALLY WANTS TO TALK TO ME. and i'm still not over it. you are a testament to the power of friendship, my long distance love who i can go literal months without talking to and yet, i'll still feel your warmth and your comfort because that's just who you are. the person that can text me at 3am my time and be like "bestie u good? how is uni? you better be looking after yourself !!!" and somehow you just know when i need to hear from you. so there's that. + then when we write, well, that's a whole different kind of magic. our ships appear from nowhere and yet they're the ones that leave the biggest imprint. i'll never be done fangirling over you. you're my once upon a dream ( the lana del rey edition since you're an angsty bish ) and we're written in the stars. < 3

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The light that shines directly upon her face is unforgiving, for it illuminates the sins of the night before. Samantha’s eyes are dark and heavy from the weight of her eyelids, which she can barely keep open. It’s not surprising that she ended up here. In the quiet comfort of her best friend’s bedroom, she knows that she’s safe. Benji is the reason she hasn’t completely shut herself out from the rest of the world. He’s the one person who continues to show up for her, even when she fucks up or gets high or lands herself in trouble. Their relationship is the last remaining thing that feels real. It’s what makes the reality of her situation so fucking tragic, highlighting the fragility of their friendship. There’s a glass of water by the bedside and when she sits up to reach for it, she winces at the tightness in her chest. Her throat is bone dry and she can distinctly remember the way she thought her lungs had caught on fire the previous evening. It was entirely self-inflicted and when the water touched her parched lips, the severity of the harm she was doing to her body was all too apparent. She’d been at a house party on the opposite side of town, had managed to take an almost lethal dose of a concoction of different stimulants. It’s unclear who made the phone call to Benji or how he even knew where to find her. There are fragments of the night which are locked in her subconscious, but not quite enough to remember her best friend’s involvement. She can hear footsteps emerging from the other side of the door and there’s a small knock on approach of him entering. “Benj?” She calls, her voice raspy from dehydration. “I’m so fucking sorry. You don’t need this shit.” + @crookedsin

#crookedsin #( interaction: sam ft. benji )#tw: drugs #LET ME LOVE YOU FOR WRITING THIS WITH ME.#( queue. )

Tadhg Brennan had already endured several lifetimes of suffering. He’d been kept waiting for what felt like an eternity; for answers, for justice, for peace. The last person he ever suspected to prolong that pain, to act as a catalyst toward his suffering, was the very person who promised that she never would. Yet, there she was, strolling through his front door as though he should have been expecting her. The catch? She looked beautiful, so beautiful that it was almost unfathomable. His attempt at speech faltered when their eyes met and he cursed himself for clinging on so desperately to his humanity. “You’re late.” It was the understatement of the century and he’d already lived through a good few of them to fully understand the significance of that expression. She was supposed to spend the night with Angel, but instead, she’d spent the entire weekend and made no attempt to contact him. Communication played a crucial role in making their current situation run smoothly and she knew that, he even suspected that a part of her got off on it. The lack thereof was an instant betrayal of his trust. + closed starter for @crookedsin

#crookedsin #( interaction: tadhg ft. gia )#waiting for you when you get back.#<3