#heartintact

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @heartintact

Another night of December, another holiday party in a sprawling loft that Wesley couldn't dream of affording any time soon, thrown by one of his co-workers that also happened to be a friend of a friend for Sienna, though that never surprised him. For the way the city could feel so overwhelmingly large, filled to the brim with strangers they might never meet, somehow she always knew the people he didn't expect her to. Maybe she had a better capacity for remembering names and faces. Still, she was his perpetual plus one and (usually) vice versa, the two of them sequestering themselves off to a corner of the house, nestled on a couch. "I'm not saying I don't have faith in you, I'm just saying I didn't think you'd outrun the guy in heels." They were recalling a stupid memory, his hand landing on her thigh as he collapsed into giggles. He was a good level of tipsy, his body feeling warm as he leaned close to his best friend, enjoying the closeness. He turned his head slowly, catching her gaze and once again struggling to keep his laughter at bay until he was breathless and then just staring, noticing the way her eyes seemed to genuinely sparkle.

[loveshard]

continued from location based smut prompts (@heartintact)

"Bad, bad idea," Kieran repeated, nodding mindlessly. Belinda could've recited a Shakespearean sonnet, and he would've parroted her words right back, no questions asked. Captivated by the swivel of her hips and sound of her voice, he rather not think about the long list of reasons why they shouldn't be this exact same position. It was only their second time this week, what harm would that do? "Should we stop?" A mere suggestion, asked out of obligation. Whether the answer may be, they already ventured too far off the deep end. There was no stopping now. Hips shifting, he leaned forward to meet her halfway, his hands clutch her hipbones to help guide her onto his dick as he grinds up. "Christ, you're tight."

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter again for @heartintact

"Stop looking at me like that and hold my fuckin' hand, okay?"

[rezidualsa]

“ getting   over   you   was   the   hardest   thing   i’ve   ever   done   .   i   don't   know   if   my   heart   can   take   it   again   . ”

[rezidualsa]

“ we   literally   only   hooked   up   a   couple   of   times   ,   that’s   all   .   you’re   reading   too   much   into   this . ”

[thursdaygrl]

feeling a lil sad for a sec but i'm quickly changing my theme a lil/my icon probably but then back to replies.

idk you guys i've never had a partner just so fully and suddenly disappear to the point of even deleting pinterest/all the boards and it just really hit me as i was looking there that meg is just fully not on here at all and i have no way to contact her/check that she's alright. it feels very weird and sad. i miss writing of course but most of all i just care abt her bc i really did consider her my friend.

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for my darling @heartintact

The second the phone connected, Peggy was beaming on the other end, turned so that her backdrop were crashing waves and a blue, cloudless sky. "Morning!" She greeted, elongating the word dramatically, turning back around so that she could see Denver properly in the small screen, a pang of sadness hitting her when she realised how nice he looked. "You get me in a brand new location today, one of my cousins booked us this holiday house on the coast as a surprise so... here we are. I've also already had two coffees, but that's neither here nor there, I can't be blamed for enjoying having actual good coffee again." Thankfully the house was empty for now, considering how loudly she was addressing him.

[remaineds]

closed smutty starter for @heartintact !

to say she didn't have some idea that elijah might be jealous of the tinder date she'd brought to the restaurant's makeshift christmas party would be disingenuous. if she were honest with herself, she'd admit that the only reason she invited the guy in the first place was to end up here, pressed against the bathroom stall of another prestigious restaurant, back arched as his lips assault her neck. "he's an accountant," she breathes out pathetically, as though that'll add to the jealousy he refuses to admit to, "so. i don't even have to pay to get my taxes done next year."