#fixaticn

[bcdroomwall]

closed starter for @fixaticn​

it was the middle of the night and sherry was patiently waiting in the tent she’d set up. it was a little further from everyone else, her spot picked with intention as she waited patiently for the other girl. her nails tapped impatiently against her phone screen as she watched the zip of her tend, content when it finally began to be pulled down from the partial unzip she’d done. when she caught sight of of her step sister, the corner of her mouth lifted in a devious smirk. “took you long enough.” she commented, watching as she closed the zip behind her. sherry should have told her not to bring her bumbling boyfriend on this stupid family trip, but she had too big of an ego to not want to sneak around with the girl behind his back. the redhead watched her take off her jacket, getting comfortable. sherry gestured her close, getting her to crawl over so she could give her a soft kiss, one of the few gentle things she had planned. “first things first, i have a question.” she shifted where she was sitting, moving up on her knees and shoving away the blanket she was wearing. she had on a pair of tight yoga paints that clung to every curve, thin enough that they showed the outline of her strap on in her pants. “am i bigger than him?” 

[shincsobright]

The hospital had been a mess all day, after an explosion at the stadium. It seemed as if the cases kept coming and AJ hadn’t been able to so much as breathe, let alone check on the firefighters after they were admitted for checks. Her blue eyes scanned the emergency room beds, looking for a particular man’s face and finding it after a few minutes of pacing. “Long day. Are you doing alright?” Arielle asked, setting the clipboard down on the side table and raising an eyebrow when she noticed he was already sitting up and trying to gather his stuff. “Whoa, hey, we still need to check to see if you have a concussion, slow your roll,” She added quickly, her hand on top of his to stop him from grabbing his phone and keys. @fixaticn​

[divinedxsign]

plotted starter for @fixaticn​

Four days. It had been four days since Finley had realized that she’d made the biggest fuck up of her life. Which was saying something, because her life was not short on shitty decisions. But this... this trumped everything else. Pregnant. What she’d successfully avoided since she was fourteen years old and started screwing around. How it had happened, she still didn’t know - she was always careful when it came to that, using every protection that she could. But apparently it wasn’t enough. So far, three tests had confirmed that. 

Since then, Finley had pretty much been in her bed, not ready nor willing to face the world, the consequences of her actions. She didn’t know what to do. And she almost let herself believe if she just stayed in her bed, maybe nothing would change. 

Her phone had since died, the brunette having gotten tired of ignoring the messages --mostly from Stacie, letting the phone go dead. However, the knock at the door caught her off guard, Finley raising her head off the bed, eyes narrowing. She wondered if she just pretended she wasn’t home, if they would go away, but apparently not, the knocking continuing, Finley hearing Stacie’s voice. A grumble left her, the brunette rolling out of bed, padding towards the door, rubbing at her eyes, hoping it didn’t look like she’d been crying. “Okay, I’m coming.” She muttered, finally swinging the door open. 

[harmcomforts]

winona was never getting the deposit back for the tiny studio apartment she was renting. that was clear from the fact that her bad habit when she was pissed off was carving into the paint on the window sill she was sitting on, her body leaning between her knees. that didn’t even take into the account the paint splatters on the old wood floors and on the concrete walls. the whole place was scuffed up anyway, that was why she’d picked it. she didn’t want to worry about keeping shit pristine, she’d done enough of that as a child. lifting her head when she caught sight of jordan coming through her door with the key she’d gotten made for her, she lifted her lips in half a smile, not able to give her the usual grin. she was in a sour mood and her vague texts had been enough to bring her best friend over... with a bottle of jack in hand. “i hope you brought that so we could go halfsies and then take it to smash over my ex’s fucking head.” she grumbled grumpily, more aggressive in her words than she usually was. sitting up, she closed up her pocket knife and slipped off the window sill, landing on her feet as she walked up to her. “i hate him.” she said as she reached for her, wrapping her arm around her waist as she reached for the bottle.                /  @fixaticn​

[lilacwiinearchive]

a closed starter for @fixaticn​ based on: they’ve been together for years and they were one another’s first everything but now cracks are starting to show featuring kasia.

it’s not a big deal, or so she tried to tell herself at least, but even kasia couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t bothered. when they finally showed up at her apartment over an hour later than what they were supposed to she can’t deny she felt disheartened, it wasn’t as if it was the first time. “i’m not in the mood to go out anymore,” she announced as the opened the door to let them in, heading back towards her living room. she’d already changed out of the outfit she’d had on and into some sweats, so changing her mind wasn’t likely to be possible.

[violetleaves]

{ for @fixaticn }

       “all right, i should probably warn you before we go in there,” flynn starts, removing his helmet and kicking up the stand on his motorcycle, “cas can sometimes be a little hard to warm up to. he’ll likely say something wildly inappropriate not only regarding you and i, but probably something about your appearance, or how he wishes he’d gotten to you before i did. or really anything immediately off-putting.” he explains, running a hand through his dark, greasy mop to try to fix what his helmet has done to his hair. yes, flynn realizes he’s not exactly selling his best friend very well, but it’s a big deal to him for the girls he hangs around to get to know casper. if they dislike him, it’s usually a dealbreaker, but something about clara makes him think he won’t have to worry about that. “he’s kind of an ass, but you know -- he’s my ass. i keep him in check.” he jokes, chuckling to himself as he leads her to his apartment. it’s true, if there’s anyone who stops casper from acting like an impulsive fuck ninety percent of the time, it’s flynn wilder. he can’t completely recall if she’d had the chance to be introduced to casper the night of the party where they’d met. he’d been far too drunk to remember most of that evening, except for clara. she’s there in his memory, in flashes of silky dark hair and her perfect smile. she was even there on his phone screen when he’d woken up in the morning, seemingly eager to see him again. he’d been surprised at her enthusiasm, but not against it in the slightest. if she had gotten the chance to meet casper though, flynn assumes it was probably not the greatest first impression. keys out, twirling them in between his fingers, they approach the front door, and from the other side, tyler the creator’s okra is blasting from the speakers, flynn rolling his eyes as he pushes the door open and finds the living room of their apartment empty. “cas!” he shouts, extending a hand to invite clara inside. “get your ass over here, i told you i was bringing clara by to meet you.”

[spilledinkisms]

based on (x)

“can you take it easy on the shots for once? i know firsthand what a mess drunk seb is and i am not gonna deal with him tonight.” she offers a playful glare to the male beside her, taking one of the shots for herself and throwing it back with a wince. kam couldn’t turn down a good party even if she wanted to but they were always better when sebastian was around, the pair of them usually finding some kind of alcohol-induced fun or mischief to get into before the night is over with. she could assume some of his fun for the night would involve one of the many girls that’d frequented their spot tonight with seb, some she recognized and other newbies that he would eventually lay his charm on and would end up under his spell. she smirked as she watches him with his latest conquest before turning back to her own drink, sipping at it and bopping her head to the pounding music thrumming through the room. as she looks out among the crowd of people she finds a guy she met from another party there and hones in on him, not giving sebastian more than a smirk as she gets up from her seat to move through the dance floor, smiling at the male she’d set her sights on and pulling him in to dance with her. / @fixaticn

[driveucrzy]

( @fixaticn )

what was meant to be a fun night out with her friends eventually turned into india calling the other after having quite a few drinks. it wasn’t the first time and probably wouldn’t be the last if she was honest with herself. she couldn’t help it that drew seemed to intrude her thoughts when she was so intoxicated. maybe she should have left her phone at home or made someone else hold it. too late for that now though. she’d already called her with every intent on seeing her tonight. she got an uber to take her to drew’s -- leaving the club early and lying to her friends that she was going home because she had to be up early. knowing she’d never hear the end of it and only get more eye rolls from them if they knew where she was really going. part of her knew she it probably wasn’t the best idea but she couldn’t help it. when things were good, they were amazing. but when they weren’t, it was beyond frustrating that drew had such a pull over her and she wasn’t even completely sure why. india paid the driver before she stumbled out of the car and managed to make her way to the door and knocked. she called out rather loudly, due to her drunkenness probably louder than she meant to be. “drew! i’m here, please let me in.”