#gctfuked

[redemptioninterlude]

"your heart beat feels calmer than it did last night." / blair & ruy

SUBJECT: about last night meme NOTIFY: @gctfuked CONCERNING: ruy santana

blair... what are you doing, exactly? she's only here to enjoy the sights, to experience a THRILL OR TWO, not commit to a whole moment. it's like the after party had been fun, and her tickets, of course, had been the best. it meant access to the tent, to go to the party, and there's bottles, and bottles, and the atmosphere is just so fun...

and when she's all LIT UP like that, she's having a good time, she forgets herself, her anxieties, the need to be perfect. but can she overcome that? get over that enough to get out of her own way? maybe. the chances weren't looking good right now as she tried washing her face in the bathroom of his hotel, trying to get herself looking less hung over, and more human. how she could sneak out of here, and maybe he wouldn't even remember that she'd come up here last night. did he even remember her name? shared out over shots of liquor shared to toast to a victory for the team, oh, wasn't that so exciting?

yes. until you're in bed with their star driver and feeling so on one that you're cursing in your own language and forgetting about the gap that existed between here, and there. blair's not the impulsive type, which makes this all even worse for her, biting down at her bottom lip as she tried to check again. did she HAVE EVERYTHING with her? the dress. the shoes in her hand. her bag, with, just her cell phone and a lip gloss inside. check, yes, good to go. the door opening, and someone's there, blair left yelping with surprise as arms catch her, one holding at her wrist, as if testing something.

" your heartbeat feels calmer than it did last night. "

oh - so he was cheeky, even sober, blair's cheeks burning up RED as she pulled away from him, backing up a step, flustered. "i thought you were asleep." okay. that sounds lame. she's all dressed to go, and it's clear she was attempting to make an exit, while he was dressed in just his boxers that he'd pulled off the floor. her gaze met his, almost guilty, biting down at her bottom lip. she didn't want to go through the guessing game of figuring out what he thought of her, when she was never the one night stand type to begin with. ".... s... should i just go?"

[nobcdysgirl]

📲 ruy 🩷

@gctfuked

amara: i have an important question…

amara: on a scale of 1-10, how much do you adore me? 🤔

[chains0flove]

helena vargas  starter  for  dante  /  @gctfuked

        this  was  one  charity  event  that  helena  never  looked  forward  to.  every  year  the  booze,  the  food,  the  music,  the  whole  vibe  got  worse.  she  ran  into  too  many  people  that  she’d  rather  avoid.  liars,  hypocrites,  backstabbers.  client  poachers.  on  the  other  hand,  she  was  personally  invited  by  the  wealthy  organizer  and  it  would  be  a  bad  business  decision  not  to  attend.  to  make  things  slightly  better,  she'd  booked  herself  a  room  at  the  swanky  downtown  hotel  for  the  entire  weekend.  by  morning  helena  would  be  waking  up  to  a  beach  view  and  lounging  by  the  water  for  hours.  she  was  about  twenty  minutes  from  heading  up  to  her  room,  hiding  out  at  the  open  bar  —  with  the  crappy  free  booze.  a  voice  caught  her  attention,  head  turning.  “sorry?”

[redemptioninterlude]

“I don’t know how to act around you.” / alice & jax

SUBJECT: about last night meme NOTIFY: @gctfuked CONCERNING: jax cunningham

she's not supposed to see the THING THAT SHE DOES that night.

she's out the back waiting for a friend to come through, how she's left holding their pipe and their cigarette, alice, partaking despite the smoke that bubbled up like a haze, like a warning. she hadn't known what she'd been LURING IN from the night, but there it creeps, unaware of her, as she was of them, until she heard a sickening breaking of something that she later learned was a spine. the neck, there at the apex of it, twisted clean and made to sever. the curiosity that painted itself across her face morphing into temporary fear as a hand closes over her mouth, and off, she's hauled, caught for now, but would she, for long?

too bad she's an IMPOSSIBLE GIRL when it comes to staying still. how confinement turns into twenty questions. "what's your name?" he'll never answer. "what's your hobbies outside of this?" silence. "tell me about the first person who broke your heart," a girl waltzing about the room, spinning around, entertained by the merit of her own imagination. she'd whisper of a few mad sounding stories, impossible things that she swears she's done, and who knows? perhaps he dismisses her as crazy, writes her off as a girl who was more promising with the idea of outrage, then honesty, but where was that energy when she wraps her arms around him? when her lips find his neck, and she asks him another question, one that he can't seem to answer past a sound in his throat. "do you want me?"

well. he answers that FINE ENOUGH in action.

it's tangled sheets, and grasping hands, she's demanding, and in the moment he seems more than willing. but after, that's where he seems to SOUR, suddenly awkward and lapsing to a sense of silence. even when she's poking, prodding, teasing, dragging her fingers through his hair as a hand catches at her wrist to hold, keeping her stilled for once.

" i don't know how to act around you. "

the grin forms all too easy. "why do you have to know how to act in the first place? forget the thought! perish it! surrender to what it is you want, and who you want to be!" jax. she learned his name was jax a few days ago, when he lets it slip when she's annoyed him long enough to string it out from his lips. and now, he seemed caught, his expression torn around a feeling he had yet to NAME, but she had a feeling she'd gone and made things complicated. closer, she used his hold to force him in nearer to her, her lips at his ear. "... why is it i have a feeling you know exactly what it is you want to do?"

[chains0flove]

continued from  —  ♡ @gctfuked

“the  itch?  what  the  fuck  are  you  talking  about?  we  planned  this  months  ago."  freya  shot  back  and  reached  into  a  desk  drawer.  she  pulled  out  a  print  out  of  the  plane  tickets  and  hotel  itinerary  to  prove  that  she  wasn't  in  fact  the  crazy  one.  “so,  what,  i'm  supposed  to  go  by  myself?  these  are  non-refundable,  ace."  freya  tossed  the  papers  back  onto  the  desk  and  paced  a  little,  trying  to  stay  cool  and  collected.  she  understood  that  schedules  changed  last  minute,  but  she  really  needed  this.  they  needed  it.  “yeah,  maybe  you're  right.”  she  murmured,  looking  down.  the  disappointment  was  clear  on  her  face.  all  of  the  effort  she'd  put  into  the  relationship  felt  like  it  was  slipping  away  by  the  second.  “you  don't  even  love  me,  do  you?”

[chains0flove]

@gctfuked said  —  "wait are you jealous?" 

seraphina’s   first   reaction   was   to   say   no.   to   let   him   know   that   she   was   secure   and   it   didn’t   bother   her.   callan   had   a   tendency   to   engage   in   small   talk   with   strangers   when   they   were   out   in   public,   so   normally   she   would   think   nothing   of   it.   but   the   woman   was   blonde   and   gorgeous   and   statuesque   and   her   body   language   made   it   crystal   clear   the   she   was   attracted   to   him.   so,   it   was   difficult   for   seraphina   to   hold   back   how   she   was   really   feeling.   they'd   made   a   pact   to   be   more   honest   with   each   other   after   all.   “i   don’t   understand   why   you   had   to   fuckin'   humor   her,   but—no,   i’m   not   jealous.   annoyed   is   a   better   word.   you're   acting   like   i'm   not   even   here   with   you.   was   she   a   business   associate   or   what?"

[coeurdefoudre]

closed // @gctfuked liked for a starter ! // chloe & callan

❝  i've   never   tried   anything   like   this   before   .   .   .   ❞   she's   perched   atop   the   broad   of   her   boyfriend's   lap   ,   adorned   in   naught   but   the   latest   set   from   victoria's   secret   ,   doe   eyes   fixed   to   the   tray   held   up   within   a   sturdy   palm   .   they've   been   drinking   ,   weed   had   been   brought   out   early   on   ,   but   he   hasn't   yet   brought   out   the   harder   stuff   around   her   before   .   it   had   been   chloe's   idea   to   take   it   a   step   further   ,   coy   simper   writ   across   plush   brims   as   she'd   voiced   her   curiosity   .   one   slender   forelimb   wrapped   loose   about   broad   shoulders   ,   free   digits   pluck   the   rolled   up   bill   from   those   of   her   love   as   she   timidly   eyes   the   row   of   thin   white   lines   .   ❝  so   i   just   .   .   .   okay   .   can't   be   too   hard   ,   ❞   hums   contentedly   ,   positioning   the   dollar   &   inhaling   as   she   traces   along   the   first   carved   line   –   then   half   of   the   second   .   soft   wince   as   a   bitter   taste   hits   the   back   of   her   throat   ,   roll   handed   off   for   callan   to   take   what   he   wants   before   the   tray   is   set   onto   the   coffee   table   .   near   immediate   ,   the   boost   in   energy   as   she   shifts   position   to   straddle   his   lap   ,   giddy   simper   threading   across   her   lips   as   earthen   hues   flicker   about   the   room   .   lights   seem   brighter   ,   energy   feels   heightened   ;   &   each   point   of   connection   with   the   heir   feels   electric   beneath   her   skin   .   ❝  you've   been   holding   out   on   me   ,   ❞   giggles   affectionately   ,   brims   ghosting   over   callan's   as   she   leans   in   close   .   ❝  it's   like   .   .   .   it's   .   .   .   quick   ,   kiss   me   ;   i   need   to   know   what   it   feels   like   like   this   .   ❞

[redemptioninterlude]

SUBJECT: new plot starter ! CONCERNING: callan tyler

honestly? rue doesn't know what to do when that girl drops DEAD.

her mind was working at a million miles a minute, and yet still, nothing was coming to mind. because what could really be done? or done? it's the kind of tragedy that nobody could have predicted or helped, sometimes, that shit was a GAMBLE. but rue had done herself no favours in staying here, feeling those hands grip tight at her upper arms as she was all but bodily hauled into an office belonging to a man that she'd never seen before.

now, rue wasn't an idiot. with someone dead, and laurie being a white woman who looked every part of the ex teacher that she was ( without going into her being a PSYCHO, that is, but who was she to say anything? ), it was very likely that she was the one that looked the most guilty right now when it came someone, perhaps, having had something to do with it. more or less, someone what the drugs laurie had shipped over. and who more convenient than the messenger?

panic clawed at the back of her throat, already throwing excuses as her converses dragged against the carpeted floor, her limbs, flailing, in her attempt to get away. "l-look! i have no idea what happened, she was doing fine, and then...." something akin to sorrow, and terror crept through her expression. "LISTEN, i-i swear, i had nothing to do with this okay, i have no idea if or that the drugs are, are...." she's fumbling, trying to hold it together. "n-not good, you understand me?"

★— ATTN: @gctfuked