#plot in source!

[clubsclassic]

open to: f

" if you're jealous, just say that. "

[loredrops]

for a second, she thought she was hallucinating. a ghost from her most visceral past conjured by the tequila and the bass. but no, it was catalina, a masterpiece of curated beauty trying desperately to look at home in the very chaos she’d fled. her mouth went dry with the taste of old recklessness. she remembered the exact texture of the others skin under her fingers in a hundred dark rooms, the sound of her promises, always more breath than substance. after all this time she still couldnt believe she traded their beautiful disaster for a boring sterile one. she set her glass down and waded into the sea of people, the sensory overload of the party sharpening into a single point of focus. when she stepped into catalina’s sightline, time folded. the present moment crackled with energy of every goodbye they’d never truly said. her smile was all sharp edges. “look what the cat dragged back in from the gilded neighborhood. your husband know you’re here?” | @ungratcful

[luckydime]

closed starter for @springbreezc because they liked this post !

she'd avoided asking for a long time, knowing it would crack the glass surface that they walked on, but astrid found the words falling from parted lips regardless of her intentions. she could blame weakness, faltering with each step they took closer to her, closing the gap that she'd now wished had stayed established as her thoughts went blurry around their nearing proximity. it wasn't until lips were inches apart, hot breath felt by both parties that they came. "what is this between us?" eyes not lifting to meet theirs, heavily focused on their lips as heart beat loudly into the silent air.

[gcholdtrops]

@fcxglove ♡ for a cheeky little starter.

     leaning against door frame as he's watching them kiss their new partner farewell, brow quirking in their direction as they're facing each other again.  " i was gone for a couple of months, you're quick. "  distaste in his mouth, having figured this big tournament wouldn't have become their big turn around but, seemed like it had.  " does he make you happy ? "

[rezidualsa]

〝   you're   insane,   i'm   not   jealous   of   you   and   that   trust   fund   loser   –––  i   pulled   you   away   because   your   dad   hates   him   and   his   entire   family.   remember   the   embezzlement   case?   〞

[prophvtics-a]

"are you sure it's meant to feel like this?" lennon didn't usually dabble in things like drugs or alcohol, not when he had a clean and proper image to maintain. he was a good boy. he kept to himself, he was polite and gentle and never spoke out of turn, though he failed to see how gullible his kindness made him or how easily he could be manipulated by the right person. they'd told him that the pill would help chill him out, yet the only thing that he was feeling was his cock beginning to perk up, hidden only by the blanket he had swiftly pulled onto his lap when he first noticed himself starting to harden. "it's- are you warm? it feels really warm in here..." he could feel his shirt starting to stick to him as he began to sweat profusely, his dark curls coming to to his forehead and the back of his neck no matter how many times he tried to wipe them dry. something was clearly wrong, that much was obvious but lennon didn't dare admit it out loud, instead he chose to believe that he could ride out whatever bad side affects he got of the pill and pretend like he was as relaxed as they were.

[slumpcd]

she moved through her contacts, dialing their number and putting the phone to her ear. " they're outside the house, they won't leave ... " fame seemed glamorous at first but then it quickly felt ... too much. and the paparazzi had been camping outside ever since their show took off. " i feel like they're getting closer and closer. are they at your place too? " // @everseens

[everseens]

it had been a long day of adventures and by the end of the evening, nia's best friend was knocked out on the couch just ten minutes into the movie they threw on back at the beach house. her sibling, on the other hand, was still wide awake. "classic-- always the first one to knock out," nia chuckled, eyes trailing over to the other in an effort to not look too obvious with her lingering gaze. / @slumpcd