#dedicatedesire

[thickskll]

⸺ * | 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. sebastian holmes ⸺ 33 y/o (GIFTED) HUMAN. he is an AIRLINE PILOT and he is BISEXUAL. the plot ⸺ this post, with a sprinkle of unrequited feelings. ♡ ⸺ @dedicatedesire

"...this wasn't part of the plan."

[lovemangled]

perhaps she should have made up some excuse to get out of this weekend, pretended she was far too preoccupied with work to go on some sort of cabin getaway but she couldn't. not when she had the opportunity to see them again. it was inexplicable, her need to feel close to them, considering they were broken up but she couldn't fight the feeling. surely, it'll pass. upon reaching her designated room, she notices that there is already familiar luggage in the corner of the room. "i—" she steps back out into the hall to search for a friend. / starter for @dedicatedesire — inspo

[peachfvzz]

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . " from @dedicatedesire

she's not heartless. she's different, that's all. myra has known that for as long as she can remember, but the cravings—the ones that make her mouth water in ways it'd twist other people's stomachs—they started in her teenage years. ignoring them was sort of like holding your breath underwater. painful, and ultimately useless. and fuck, did this terrify her. it's how the conflict inside of her started brewing.

you grow up hearing what’s wrong and what isn’t. stealing, lying, killing. they drill it into you over and over until you're scared of stepping out of line. but no one ever said don’t eat people. they didn’t need to. it was just there, an unspoken thing, something you know. monsters eat people.

and younger myra knew she didn't want to be a monster. you also hear of what you're supposed to be like. she wanted to be someone normal and kind who didn't have anything to hide. but no matter how carefully she’s built her life—how polished, how perfect—it doesn’t change what she knows is rotting under the surface.

so, please excuse her for not quite buying while the other is saying.

"you're bullshitting me." she says, her voice brittle, cracking under the strain. she never curses—it’s too raw—but the word slips out before she can stop it. that’s how you know she’s serious. how you know she’s afraid. part of her thinks the other is dangling a piece of bait in front of her so she can then be dragged to hell. maybe she'll take a bite.

"you don't care? you're not scared?"

[thefvrious]

@dedicatedesire sent -> ✏️ Darko & Eliza

[thickskll]

⸺ * | 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. sabrina chapman ⸺ 27 y/o (GIFTED) HUMAN. she is a FASHION DESIGNER and BISEXUAL. the plot ⸺ this and this, jealous exes and all the toxicity. a mutual friend is hosting a party and sabrina saw your muse flirting/getting extremely close with someone else. ♡ ⸺ @dedicatedesire

"i'm not upset. why would i be?"

[thickskll]

⸺ * | CLOSED STARTER. continued from here. ♡ ⸺ @dedicatedesire

sebastian should have known better than to try and sneak out on these two; he made a mental note to be gone before daylight next time. if there were to be a next time. it would have been easier than this, fending off lucian's charm and sānee's warm hospitality was an impossible feat. the immediate comfort he felt from being in their company was overwhelming to the point where sebastian was certain the other shoe would drop at any minute. of course, sānne's good-hearted joke passed over his head. he looked over the tupperwear in his hands, carrying the breakfast he tried to get out of staying for. tempered glass with a very secure lid and could probably last much longer than the cheap takeaway ones he reused until they'd fall apart. "...i mean, if you'd rather i didn't take it, i can leave this here..." sebastian offered in his usual mumble, not wanting to get himself into some kind of arrangement where he would need to figure out how to return it. "well, no - not tonight but uh..." he found himself caught out almost, he didn't want to lie to them but he also couldn't bring himself to move away from the door. "...but i have things to do to, prep - like planning, weather checking and things like that..."

lucian studied the other man as he spoke - the way sebastian's eyes would dart between sānee and back to him again, how he was poised to make a run for it should they move any closer, and also how he held onto the doorknob as if it was the only thing anchoring him to the spot where he stood. it was clear to lucian that sebastian would rather remove himself from this space before one could accuse him of occupying too much of it, something he would discuss with sānee at length in his absence. "what sānee is trying to say, sebastian, is that we would really like it if you could join us for breakfast. it would even save you the trouble of having to return the container if you just eat it here instead." lucian was like a dog with a bone when it came to people; once he felt drawn to them, that was it. but he was patient, understanding and attentive - ready to adapt his approach to what ever format sebastian would respond positively to. "isn't that right, love?" he turned to sānee. lucian frowned at sebastian's explanation of his work commitments, his features briefly betraying his feeling of disappointment. "well, we wouldn't want to get in the way of your work. perhaps you could come back for dinner, again? or we could join you?"

[thickskll]

⸺ * | 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. cleo mathers ⸺ 28 y/o HUMAN. she is a CARPENTER and she is BISEXUAL. the plot ⸺ when cleo was in high school, she and her friends were attacked by a wild animal, she is the sole survivor and witness. inspired by this post, y/m could be writing a book or an article about cleo's perspective, most likely without her approval. ♡ ⸺ @dedicatedesire

"...what the fuck am i looking at?"

[thickskll]

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave? + Cole

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺. 🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

idk if it's a 'secret' but...Cole has such a deep need to be emotionally vulnerable with someone that it spills out in moments that he cannot control. When he's asleep, he will reach for his partner, or in their absence, for their pillow. He looks forward to the moments when he's sitting in front of the TV, or reading a book, and the love of his life would touch his hand or play with his hair, but if asked, he would reject it. Someone remembering even the smallest detail about him means a lot to him, but it's hard to do this as he rarely shares much about himself with others. On the surface, Cole is very much focused on appearances. He cares alot about what people think of him, even if it's not true - he'll want to make sure it's still a positive one. But Cole secretly desires someone that knows him deeply, enough for him not to have to explain themselves to him - he wants to be observed and studied in the same way he does to others, and not to be challenged with it but for his partner to make room for him to be himself around them. I really think Cole would much rather be dead and buried than have to admit this out loud to anyone, even someone he's in a relationship with, lmaooo.