#lcvedive

[ofdamnation]

' it's fine— really, we don't— ' hands frantically wave to dismiss the other . ' it didn't even hurt that bad , y'know ? we can just leave . ' / closed starter for @lcvedive , based .

[lighthousc-archive]

⟶ @lcvedive​ | ♡ ❜𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.                         ( avec 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗔𝗦 )

                ❝ i  mean  this  in  the  kindest  way  possible,  but  …  you  look  TERRIBLE.  when’s  the  last  time  you  slept  ?  ❞

[byeoljalis]

@lcvedive​ ,    matty  &  ??  !   /   sc .

‘  is  there  a  reason  you’re  sneakin’  ‘bout ?  ’    matty  inquires  as  he  stood  behind  them ,   bent  at  waist  with  arms  folded  across  chest .   head  cranes  to  one  side ,   attempting  to  get  a  good  look  at  their  side  profile .

[ofdamnation]

         ‘  well  ,  i’m  counting  down  the  minutes  until  i’m  not  allowing  you  to  be  all  sad  and  shit  .  we’re  gonna  order  some  food  ,  i’m  gonna  throw  your  phone  at  the  wall  and  we’re  gonna  talk  it  out  like  they  don’t  mean  shit  to  you  ,  got  it?  alright  then  ,  5 . . . 4 . . .  3 . . . 2 . . .  ’     //     closed  starter  for  @lcvedive​  based  on  this  plot!

[bcrrycakes]

CLOSED STARTER for @lcvedive PLOT: when's the last time you slept? from this post MUSE: jessica "jessie" torres, 32, she/her, bisexual, fashion designer

IT WAS NOT UNUSUAL for jessie to go out of her way for people she cared about. so when texts and calls had gone unanswered for a few days, jessie's mind was made up. after work, jessie headed off in the opposite direction than her usual route ⏤ making her way through the city toward their apartment. while she was prepared to dig in her heels, she was thankful the door opened after her first round of knocks. her smile quickly faded at the sight of them, "when's the last time you slept?"

[dirtyauthority]

closed starter for @lcvedive !!

ravi hated to admit it, but being miles apart was a lot harder than he thought it would be. he’d been so sure he could stay busy, bury himself in work between visits and let that be enough. usually, that worked for him. but this time… it didn’t. his mind kept drifting, pulling him away from whatever he was supposed to be focused on. nothing was really sticking. he’d sit down to work and end up thinking about her instead, over and over again, like he couldn’t quite shut it off. and after a long week of arguing, of him questioning siyeon more than he probably should have, jealousy creeping in whether he liked it or not… he stopped trying to ignore it. he just booked the trip.

“where were you last night?”

he didn’t waste time with it. the question came out as soon as he settled into the hotel suite he’d booked, the kind that overlooked the entire city like it was supposed to make things feel lighter. it didn’t. he’d only landed a few hours ago, the jet lag sitting heavy in his body, but it wasn’t enough to slow his thoughts down. “i don’t know…” he added, running a hand over his jaw, gaze settling on her. “sometimes you seem… occupied on the weekends.” his tone stayed calm, but there was something underneath it. “can’t help but wonder what’s actually going on in your world.”

[loredrops]

"you do realize it's two in the afternoon, and i've still got a lot of work to get through don't you?" yet there she was, blouse the color of temptation. he can't remmeber when her curves had become more compelling than profit curves. “besides aren't you supposed to be out busy spending my money?” | @lcvedive

[beingalones]

closed starter for @lcvedive plot: your muse is dawson's best friend/childhood friend of many, many years. there have been feelings on both ends at different times, but right now they have a shitty boyfriend and daws is feeling the 'i could treat you better' real hard.

"I don't know, kind of feels like your options are break up with him or... fake your death? I'm just trying to come up with realistic solutions here." The words are said in an attempt to lighten the mood — and perhaps to lessen his urge to punch the guy in the face, too. He's always been protective of them, but something about finding out how the guy is behind closed doors has been treating the person he loves most in the world has a strange feeling swirling around in his gut. He's angry, sure and defensive when it comes to them, but he's also... feeling something else, too. Something he doesn't know if he wants to identify even in his mind right now. "Seriously, though, come on. You and I both know you deserve better than that."