#nightsmcres

[personalhells]

@nightsmcres

“good morning.“ elijah stepped into link’s room for the fourth time that week, pulling a paper bag from his satchel. he smiled, placing it in the other’s lap, slowly sitting down. “so-” he pulled out his own paper bag. “i felt like another day of pudding was going to drive you insane so i brought you breakfast from my favorite pastry place. thank me later.“ he cracked open his bottle of orange juice and took a sip.

[highbrcw]

                avoiding him was very much an understatement, even when it hurt wren to the very core of his being, considering that these two were practically attached at the hip as they were growing up. he wanted to pretend that he didn’t know who he was, but their kingdoms have been greatly linked in the past, long before the mysterious tribulations that prince flynn had to go through. what complicated things even more were the venomous accusations against the king and queen of beaugarde, but his father’s shrewd judgment had easily swept them under the rug and had the rest of their people wrapped around his finger like so. wren was, unfortunately, detached from the entire situation, when he was suddenly drowning with all these hobbies to keep him preoccupied --- helpless in fact, just as his best friend needed him more than ever. so logically, their kingdoms have broken ties and so did the two princes, especially upon the suspicions that they were exceeded the limits of a platonic connection. he was not prepared for this bittersweet reunion, doubting flynn would ever step foot into the beaugarde castle again. and yet wren stood there, a deer caught in headlights, right when his hazel eyes met the other’s across an empty hallway with eerie silence floating in the atmosphere. realizing how rude it was to not welcome their esteemed guest, he bowed before greeting him by default, “ prince flynn, it’s an honor for you to join us. “ @nightsmcres

[inflamedtears]

   forest is watching the other for a moment, letting a sigh fall from his lips before he’s placing the empty whiskey glass onto the surface in front of him. “what do you want?” the male questions, sitting back in his seat for a moment as his arms rested in front him. his gaze is fixated on them, waiting for a response. “well?” @nightsmcres

[hcpefell]

@nightsmcres

“Pete, oh my gosh, I was WORRIED SICK,” Gwen moved towards him, wrapping her arms tight around his torso, as she let out a breath. It felt like she had been holding her breath since that incident at the subway that was ALL OVER the news. “Are you okay?” she asked, pulling back, eyes meeting his as hers glassed a little with tears. It had been a while since he’d worried her that much, and while he’d had a better handle at his powers now, getting almost RUN OVER by a subway after dealing with Shocker wasn’t something he was out there doing everyday.

[bcmymistake-a]

“i already apologized, brook, i don’t know what else to say.” imari sighs softly, fingers carding through his hair as he looks at the other. their schedules are conflicting more now that it’s fashion show season, and he’s been traveling. a lot. and so has brooklyn. and now he’s missed their date, when they barely get the next twenty-four hours together before he has to get on another flight. “the shoot went late, i couldn’t just leave. i’m sorry..” he trails off a bit, shifting on his feet. of course he feels bad, he wanted to spend time with brooklyn more than anything. but he didn’t get much of a choice, he had to do his job. @nightsmcres

[fcturehearts]

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    rosa was currently just curled up at home, repeats of movies she’s seen many times before drowning out on her tv and yet she can’t seem to focus on them. there’s this feeling in her gut that she can’t quite seem to shift but, she isn’t even sure what the feeling is or means. deciding sitting stuffed up in her own house isn’t doing her any good, she chucks one of asher’s hoodies that she’d borrowed on over her crop top and shorts and slides her feet into her converse shoes before heading out the door. 

       she makes the familiar route to asher’s place but when she arrives, she doesn’t expect the door to be left slightly open and fear pits into her stomach. gingerly stepping in she shuts the door properly behind her and almost instantly, she’s hit with the strong scent of alcohol and it almost makes her gag. she feels her eyes begin to water as her stomach churns round at the smell, as she carefully wanders around trying to locate the source. “ --- asher ? “ she calls out and she means it to come out as a loud call but it leaves her lips as merely a soft whimper. walking through she loses attention for a moment and her foot hits against a bottle harder than expected causing her to yell out a sharp “ oh fuck ! “ as the glass shatters on the floor. she steps over and into the next room noticing the male sprawled out on the sofa, almost as if he’s drifting in and out of consciousness, and she runs over, the tears now pooling in her eyes as she shakes the males body “ asher ? asher ? baby wake up ! ” she almost screams out. 

[lxveleexinsxnity]

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Peter was a huge fan when it came to paranormal and unsolved mysteries, which is why he agreed to tag along with Charlie to explore this well-known haunted hospital that had been abandoned for thirty years in the town that was next door to their own. His phone was in his hand as his brown hues eyed the screen intensely while his thumb scrolled through various articles he had found on the place. “Holy shit, Char! Apparently there’s at least ten known spirits that roam this place, and some of them have been reported to attack people who have entered this particular room on the second floor,” he read out loud before turning to face the female who was in the driver’s seat. “If I get fucking attacked by one of these spirits, I’m throwing hands,” Peter stated with a chuckle as he turned his attention back to his phone. “Let’s see here. Rumor has it that the room on the second floor is where they performed various experiments on patients and now these particular spirits are out for revenge which is why they attack anyone who enters,” he continued before shaking his head. “It literally says on the bottom of this article to enter at your own risk,” the male added as another laugh protruded past his lips. “How real do you think this shit is?” Peter asked as he licked his lower lip while turning to face the female once again. 

[personalhells]

@nightsmcres

infatuation. that was the right word. jagger wasn’t even an avid sports fan, and he also wasn’t sure whether he was straight or not. probably wasn’t, because why else would he be pulled back to that same stadium to watch that same player over and over again. and all that in another country too. whipped? maybe so. but he couldn’t stop. today was no different, really. the male sat in the bleachers, eyes on the field although his eyes were covered in dark shades as if trying to at least be a little more discreet. he was sure it wasn’t working, though, because time and time again the other would look right at him too.  after a massive win, jagger kind of just followed the crowd to the nearest bar, shades still covering his eyes as he hung against the bar, shoulders slumped as he nipped from a glass of scotch. when loud cheers filled the room, he knew what was going on; the team had arrived. jagger’s eyes immediately darted around the room, trying to find the other. the one of whom he didn’t even know his name.