#plcuvoir

[wildthrns-a]

💬 — incoming text message.

LUKAS: hey.

LUKAS: i have news.

NATALIA: he's alive!

NATALIA: you alright?

NATALIA: are we talking good or bad news here?

[felisis]

( @plcuvoir / continued from here )

“love? who said anything about that?” soren countered, but there was an uneasiness to his voice. he’s always worn his heart on his sleeve and he knows himself, he knows how attached he can get. but part of him was just… hopeful, but that’s from loneliness rooted in the fact that he couldn’t be out in the locker room or to his team. that just couldn’t happen, not yet, or at least not publicly. but he did know what he signed up for with bandit. he’s hopeful and naive but not oblivious. “i just thought that you maybe… liked spending time with me,” he said quietly, his words cautious. “and that maybe you’d want to spend time together where it isn’t a job for you.”

Bandit pressed his lips into a thin line before he heaved a sigh. He wondered how long he would be able to put up a front — pretending not to care about the man before him or pretending not to be in love with him. He did try his best to not fall for the other during the time they spent together, but clearly he failed. It was difficult for him. He did well for his previous clients, but the moment Soren came by, everything crumbled. He remained silent for a moment before he lets out another sigh, “I do,” his voice was soft but it was loud enough for the other to hear. “But... I wouldn’t know, you wouldn’t know either — what you want, is it based on your feelings for me, or the idea of having someone with you?”

[wildstcrs]

@plcuvoir

  “ i already forgot what we’re celebrating. are we out of jack? ” he dropped his empty shot glass and turned to max. “ what if i proposed? ”

[licnhrtsarchive]

( *&. @plcuvoir.

‘ are you still up? ’ he has to physically drag himself out of bed once he sees a light outside of the bedroom still on, still groggy && relatively unstable on his feet as he stumbles over to her. ‘ it’s three in the morning. you need sleep. ’

[wildthrns-a]

based on CARDIAC ARREST.

THE TIP OF HIS CIGARETTE CRACKLED before him as he sat on his skateboard; his eyes soon averting itself towards the light, finding it awfully hypnotizing to watch nicotine sizzle and the paper to burn inch by inch on a night like this. “i don’t think you're fully aware of the effect you have on me,” he softly uttered, deeply exhaling and releasing the smoke, his gaze eventually watching it disperse into thin air. “everyone seems to know,” he shrugged at his slight confession, unable to push himself all the way there to spit it right now. not that he was unable to buck up the courage to admit anything, but it was more of where his loyalties lie. “i’m sure he does too.” he couldn’t help but give out a cruel dry chuckle; the haunting ‘what ifs’ often took a toll on him. “i liked you first, you know?" he shrugged his shoulders inwards again. “surely...” he paused; a part of him not wanting to take any risks, yet the other had him charging like a bull. “surely it’s not just me who feels this way. it’s like... cardiac arrest, high voltage when we kiss.” / @plcuvoir

[felisis]

( @plcuvoir / bandit and soren: hogwarts au )

They were having Defence Against the Dark Arts at the moment and everything seemed to be in slow motion. This wasn’t his first time in the Room of Requirement and it definitely wasn’t his first time standing in front of the mirror of Erised. He was away from the class as he stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself and then the figure next to him. He was always there, just standing there, smiling. He wouldn’t say a thing and neither did Bandit. This was his secret. He never wanted Soren to know because no, Soren deserved someone better. A monster like him wouldn’t be fit to be Soren’s lover. His eyes widened and his heart dropped at the other’s voice. “Bloody hell, if you’re going to creep up like that, put on some bells or something.”

[wildstcrs]

“ please don’t start with me, okay? ” kian + jamie !

meme | accepting!

  “ god, what does that even mean? what do you want from me, kian? ” he wants to say he doesn’t know where this outburst is coming from, but the reality is that it’s been building for a while. “ i can’t ‘start’ with you when i can barely get you to look me in the eye. why do you hate me so much? aren’t you tired of hating me? ”

[wildstcrs]

mistletoe hallie and adam on purpose :)))

meme | accepting!

  she snags his hand as she walks by, lacing their fingers together and tugging gently - it doesn’t take much for him to follow her, after all. she has to weave the two of them through crowd of parents and coaches and board members, and wishes not for the first time that she didn’t look as pathetically under aged as she was. she was holding her own all right, but the glasses of champagne did look more and more appealing as the stifling christmas party progressed.

  she was going to have to get used to this, though, to be with adam. this was his future, and she wanted to be a part of it - and make her own while she was at it. this was good practice.

  when she stops walking, she and adam are in the far corner of the expansive sitting room of his billet family, and she reaches into the pocket of her dress with a devious little smile. she pulls at a cheap sprig of plastic mistletoe, plucked from a decoration. even in her heals, she has to go up on her tiptoes to hold it above their heads.

  “merry christmas, miláčku.”