#lostxones

[myriadxofxmuses]

I just want to give a huge shoutout to my writing partners. Especially those who have made an effort to build a friendship with me in any way. I know I'm not an easy person to make friends with because I'm awkward af and can generally come off as a fucking weirdo, but I truly am appreciative to all of you. You have no idea how grateful I am to have found my core group of people here. I seriously mean it when I say I love you all.

So I'm bringing back the appreciation post. Fuck it.

@savagecuhnt , @reevezs , @emmaxmeyer , @abysmxls , @lunarruled , @twdgdeadmanwalking , @lostxones , @thatwritingjuju , @renegadetulis , @ruinedsoulsrp , @waveofstars , @huntrcssqueen , @cupxofxstars , @townshaped , @lithiumwolff

[illusionxwrites]

closed starter | @lostxones | riley x lucie

it'd been over a year since lucie broke his heart. life went on. shortly after, one of the band's songs went viral. then a second one. then a third. they got signed to a record label and opened for a bigger band on the scene. their album debuted at number five on the billboard charts. they announced their own headlining tour, mostly small venues, and sold out almost immediately. now, they were a handful of cities in on their tour, and riley still couldn't shake the way lucie made him feel.

violet kept telling him to fuck someone else, move on with his life. greyson said to get it out through music, nothing felt better than success. and riley tried. his song about lucie was the most popular one on their album, brought him endless groupies that wanted to fix his broken heart by taking him to bed, and yet it didn't work. he was stuck in his sleepless nights and lonely heart.

but he came alive on stage. their show was going great; vi and grey were electric, singing about heartbreak and drugs and rock and roll, and riley never missed a beat, playing in perfect rhythm. his gaze scanned the crowd, looking for her - he always did, but this was the show closest to their hometown, the one he was most likely to see her at. and yet, when his gaze landed on her - up front, barricade, looking exactly like he'd dreamed about - he froze, missed his cues, a drumstick sliding straight out of his hands. he recovered after a moment, carried on with the song, but his gaze never left hers.

[wcrstbehavior]

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Jamie wasn't about to back away, and he certainly didn't let her logic dampen the tension radiating between them. To him, the twenty years separating them wasn't a barrier, it was simply just a number that she used as a shield whenever she got too close to feeling something real. He let out a short, disbelieving laugh and tilted his head, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone slowly before dropping his hand to her chin and tilting her own head up to meet his gaze. "Can't is just a word you use when you're scared," he countered, casually shrugging his shoulders. He stepped even deeper into her space to the point where they were practically touching, forcing her to feel the insistent beating of his heart. "Work? You act like this is a business plan or some shit. I'm not asking for that, I'm just asking for this." He watched Genevieve's eyes carefully, seeing the glimpse of the woman who wanted to let go underneath the polished exterior of the woman who thought she knew better. But unfortunately for her, Jamie knew her body, and he knew she was doing the same thing here, trying to outrun an attraction that had already caught up to her. "You say it can't work because you're looking at the finish line before we've even started the race," he whispered, his hand sliding from her chin to the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair to pull on it slightly and to hold her gaze right where he wanted it. "Look at me. Forget that our relationship is supposed to be strictly professional, forget what people would say about you... Just fucking forget everything. I know you want me, and I don't even have to do much to prove it." He leaned in until their lips were just an inch apart, his breath ghosting over hers. "Tell me to leave. Give me the logic one more time, right now, while I'm touching you... And I'll go. But we both know you're lying."

[celestialmuses]

Closed starter for @lostxones

"Oh god, sorry! I wasn't paying attention at all." Leia asked, her face pink in embarrassment. "A friend just posted pictures of their engagement and I was congratulating them. They've been with their- oh my god, hi!" Her face brightened in recognition. "Wow, I haven't seen you in forever! How are you?"

[sugartclking-archived]

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Cameron froze for a second, the easy smirk faltering just enough to let the hurt flash in his eyes. Of course she wasn't impressed. She never had been. Not by the hype, not by the cameras, not by the jersey with his name stitched across the back. She'd only ever wanted him. "Yeah..." He said quietly, the bravado draining from his voice like air from a deflated ball. "Me neither, if I'm being honest." He looked down for a moment, kicking at the edge of the sidewalk like it might give him an out. But there wasn't one. Not from this. Not from her. Not from the guilt that still hung around his neck like a chain he never quite managed to shake. "The Cameron Steele you knew..." He lifted his gaze again, shoulders lifting into a nonchalant shrug. "He left chasing something he thought he couldn't live without. Thought he had time to figure it out, to come back and make it right." A bitter laugh followed, but it came out short and dry. "Turns out you don't get to just rewind things like game tape." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, the one that still smelled like home, like salt air and regret. "But you... You were always real, Liv. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about you every time I came back home." Cameron didn't ask for forgiveness, nor did he expect it. But damn, if he didn't wish Olivia would look at him the way she used to, like he was just Cam, the boy who brought her coffee with too much sugar and kissed her under Spanish moss, not the guy who left her behind in the rearview.

[decadentscribe]

OUT OF EVERYONE IN THE group, he and Isabelle weren‘t the closest. It wasn‘t because he didn‘t like her or anything. But in every friend group, it was inevitable to have sub-groups. There would always be one or two that you would bond with the most. The two of them just barely had the chance to have a one-on-one until today. ❝Work? You‘re thinking about work?❞ Edwin arched his brow in disbelief. Not that he was judging her for being a workaholic. The place was too nice and relaxing, and it would be a waste not to make the most of it.

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[decadentias]

LISTENING TO CARSYN SPEAK, FLYNN'S respect for her skyrocketed. Their relationship may be pretend but he knew she was real at that moment. He appreciated her authenticity. She was a hardworking woman who did her best to make the most of her life. She always saw the good in everything. She couldn't care less about what other people would think. He rarely met people like that. But then again, it was mostly because they lived in two different worlds. People in his world were out of touch. He focused his gaze on her, smiling proudly at her words. Glancing at his family, he gauged their reaction. His sisters had an amazed look on their faces. Meanwhile, his parents and grandparents were devoid of emotion. Leaning closer, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temples. He didn't have to but he wanted to. "And that is why I love her," he said, facing everyone. There was radio silence for a moment, and then Fleur broke it, randomly talking about her upcoming Fencing tournament.

The dinner ended smoothly. There were subtle snide remarks, but he didn't let it get to them. As soon as it was over, he politely said their goodbyes and left. "We can go out for a quick walk in the garden before leaving," he suggested.

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[tenderstars]

for: @lostxones​ muses: thomas ‘tommy’ taylor & shiloh bennett  day 2 : more wedding shenanigans

“Good morning,” Tommy strides late into the venue almost mid-afternoon after better spending half of the morning asleep in the maid of honor’s bed. Given the night that they had, he was surprised to be awake at all. The two were back to pretending like they were under strict orders from the bride and groom to not sleep with each other. The wedding weekend wasn’t even close to ending and the two had already broken their one rule. Going back to rehearsals, Thomas chatted with the groom before everyone started pairing off. Making his way to Shiloh, he tried his best to hide the smirk. “You’re looking pretty tired, long night?” he couldn’t hold the chuckle as he tilted his head. “Are you excited for this joint bachelor and bachelorette party?” he almost cringed, not believing that his best friend had been talked into it, but at least now it meant he got to hang out with Shiloh a little longer.