#hallucinatc

[gaylorsoftwitter]

[stayliquid-archive]

— lilah.

@hallucinatc​ asked [text]: WAS THAT A SEXT / for ethan & lilah.

[ ethan ] — yes wtf. [ ethan ] — but it wasn’t meant for you get out of here. [ ethan ] — stop doing voodoo on my phone to make me send you shit by accident.

[imperfectox]

@hallucinatc​ || based on this

him and his colleagues went out for drinks last night to celebrate another win from the law firm, excited for the fact that their bonuses would be high this year. he wasn’t really to hook up with anyone that night but he met someone that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. he was completely enamored by them and had the sudden urge to talk to them. one thing led to another, he finds himself back in his apartment in bed with them and releasing some pent up tension. it was safe to say that he enjoyed their little intimate moment. morning came around and his boss invited him and some people from the office for a dinner at his home, what he didn’t expect was to see the person he fucked the night prior to be there, as a daughter. “i did not expect this would happen at all.”

[distantxdaydreams]

a closed starter for @hallucinatc​ ft callie & evan!

Callie was nervous about this whole thing. To everyone else, it was her sister’s boyfriend trying to get into the little sister’s good graces by inviting her and her friends to hang with the band. But to Callie? It was so much more than that. She was still filled with unresolved feelings for Evan, and she didn’t really know what she was supposed to do about it. It felt wrong, to come here under such false pretenses. The more she saw him, whether it was when Jessa brought him around, or the regular ice cream dates they seemed to be having lately, the more she fell for him. Her heart swelled at the sight of him, and she was a little too focused on him during the entire evening. She was doing her best to control herself. She could be good. This was her sister’s boyfriend. It didn’t matter what she felt. At least, that’s what she tried to tell herself. Except then she found Evan’s eyes on her for a moment too long, or his hand brushing against her thigh just slightly as they sat next to one another. It was the longing looks, the subtle touches, his sweet words. All of it was becoming too much for her. Abruptly, despite her friends being there and his whole damn band, she stood up from her seat, and gave a vague excuse to allow herself a few moments alone. Everyone kinda shrugged her off, and when she felt like she wasn’t going to get questions, she moved out of the room and down the hallway a little ways. Her hands ran over her face, letting out a long sigh. He was close enough to touch but she knew she couldn’t touch him... Not there. Not in that room in front of all those people. But out here? It was quiet out here, this seemed like a better option. So Callie tugged her phone from her pocket to send him a quick text, hoping he wouldn’t ask questions.

[ sms  →  evan ] can you make an excuse dumber than mine and come out here please? [ sms  →  evan ] no questions just come out here

[galaxiism]

“I crave your affection, but I crave your silence even more– shut up.” @hallucinatc​

[theant755]

PCP Unikitty A little trippy vibes

[notsogeniusgirls]

@hallucinatc​ based on third plot from here

Joyce wasn’t sure what had possessed her to show up at her ex’s door. Heck, she had no reason to assume they even would want to talk to her after everything that had happened. When they last saw her, she was still struggling to keep her head above water. She hadn’t been an easy or pleasant person to be around. And she still felt guilty about it. Taking a deep breath, she gathered all of her courage and knocked on their front door. 

[rosesxandxthorns]

based on x @hallucinatc​

Why had they decided to stay friends? Honestly Emery didn’t want to be friends with him but in the end, it did make things easier when they were around their friends. No one wanted to force their friends to pick between them and an ex but she knew they would pick her. Or more that was what she had told herself. But in the end she was probably making the wrong choice when she told yet another date that he was seeing someone else so they wouldn’t show up. That was two in a row if anyone was keeping count. Which she was. The knock on the door had her looking at her phone. There was no way her food had gotten there that quickly but she still walked across the room and pulled the door open with a smile. The moment she saw him standing there it faded and she cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry I don’t remember inviting you over. Shouldn’t you be on a date or something?”