#nashvilles

[sharpcbjects-a]

closed starter for @nashvilles

“oh...wow.” ronan knew that he should look away but he found himself frozen, eyes locked onto the explicit image on the screen of her phone. she had been showing him a handful of videos of his brother and without thinking ronan had continuing swiping when the last video had ended in search of more embarrassing content. instead he had landed on a series of photos, each a little more revealing. “wow.”

[vermillus]

@nashvilles​ liked for a starter based off a plot i generated here.

          teddy had a sense of déjà vu when he’d met them for the first time, like they had met before. perhaps in another life -- his sister believed that stuff and had told him tales of soulmates who found each other in the next life. however, when they actually got to talking, he realized they did not get along at all. his brow arched upwards and he tilted his head, “maybe this will shock you, but i don’t like you.” the male was not one to argue, but they had been getting on his last nerve. “you think i don’t know that you’ve been talking shit about me to my friends?” he asked, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. in his mind, he was too old for these games. “if you have something to say, say it to my face.”

[solutiions]

based on this (ft. @nashvilles​)

after a long day on set –– having to redo one of his scenes twenty three times –– august was ready to relax in his trailer until his next set of scenes. the latest twist of the show had his character owen elliott, a billionaire tech mogul, rescuing his partner who had just been kidnapped. he was mere steps away from his trailer door when he stopped, instead opting to visit his costar and best friend. with two knocks on their door, august pulled open the trailer door. “ i’m coming in ! i hope you’re decent. ” a look of shock spread across his features at the other. they were covered in fake bruises and the makeup team had done a bang-up job. “ you look like hell. ”

[mctteldolls]

+ @nashvilles​

18 by one direction

blair bit down on her lesser lip as she looked towards the other, a soft smile appeared in the corner of her lips as she took a deep breath. “the thing is,I have loved you since we were 18.” blair admitted as she felt a rush of warmth run through her body, it’s been a while since the girl felt this sort of pressure and she wasn’t sure how to react or how they were going to react.

[yvynyl]

Joel Porter - St. Anthony

[vermillus]

@nashvilles​ liked for a starter based off of jojo » so bad.

          ava’s morals were fucked up nowadays. not that they weren’t before, but somehow they had only gotten worse. she blamed her dad. the redhead scoffed at her lover, “sure, we’re doing the wrong thing here, but don’t you wanna have fun?” bad things were fun. doing the right thing was hard. the female had chosen her side a few years ago. “i mean, meeting out of town, random motels, that time we watched the sunset on the beach,” she listed, using her fingers to count the number of positives in the situation. “-- besides, what’s the point of questioning what you’re doing, when you’ve already done it like, a MILLION times? once a cheater, always a cheater,” the redhead shrugged. it was easy for her to think this way -- she wasn’t the one in a relationship and she wasn’t the one being cheated on either. 

[vermillus]

@nashvilles​ liked for a starter based off of jojo » small things

          daisy had a hard time committing, but it wasn’t fear of commitment in the traditional way. she didn’t want to fuck around, she didn’t want to play the field. she would sum it up with ‘i just don’t like people’. oh, but she loved him, despite the fact that she began to push him away as though he would never leave her. she should not have taken him for granted. not usually one to act in accordance to her feelings, daisy decided she had to make an exception this time. she had truly FUCKED up. “do you have a minute?” the female asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention. “-- i need to talk to you.” once they found themselves alone, she leaned against one of the vending machines, looking up at him. “i miss you,” she said, butterflies at the pit of her stomach (which she attributed to nerves, rather than LOVE). “i thought i could handle this, but what hurts the most are the little things... you making me breakfast, your stupid smile when you make fun of me. i want to try again.”