#ripetogether

[slcwdisco]

closed starter for @ripetogether !

          “come on, bartender,” phoebe says to alaric teasingly, waving the glass in front of her. after a long day of swindling and scamming and making men’s lives hell, the one thing she looks forward to at the end of the day is coming back to this bar, a little home away from home for the woman. she laughs and leans her flushed cheek into the palm of her hand, feeling the alcohol working its magic. she’s not drunk, not in a sloppy sort of way; phoebe has always known how to handle her alcohol. “hit me with another one.” she sets in on the bar top and slides it in his direction, offering him a raised brow and a cheeky sort of grin, glancing over at the woman beside her. “don’t even try it, chica. the whole flirty thing only works when i do it.” phoebe looks back to alaric and smiles, a genuine sort of smile. god, what was she doing? some might call it a distraction, but phoebe, she would call it necessary for her sanity. what would she do if she didn’t end her days here? “surprise me with something, al.”

[scguaros]

@ripetogether.

some would call it a power move, showing up late to a meeting like this, but gus would call it  an annoyance. it was a waste of his time to show his face at this meeting —— everyone knew nothing would come from it. it was only for show : for the two sides to meet and claim they’d attempted to reconcile. in a few months, or maybe even weeks, things would progress to a more volatile situation that would leave them falling into a full-blown war. regardless of his opinion, he knew being here was better for his image than ghosting on such an important meeting. “sorry i’m late,” gus begins as soon as he steps into the meeting room, tone too casual for the apology to hold any real meaning. “there’s quite a situation going on outside of the building.” dark hues raise, flickering over an unfortunately familiar face while a hand extends in her direction. the least he could do was be civil towards the pretty poster child of the other side.

[rcklessluv-a]

in all honesty she would rather be dead than have a crush on a person she’s despised for so long.  she doesn’t know how it happened, but it did and she wishes circumstances were different.  ‘  move out of my way before i make you move.  ’  the girl tries her best to put on her best bitchy tone, but in all honesty she’s weak at the knees seeing them.    |   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @ripetogether. 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍

[unsctisfied]

Maybe I'll get drunk again I'll be drunk again, I'll be drunk again To feel a little love. @ripetogether

Since coming out, Jordan had felt herself spiraling out of control. She'd practically drank every night to point of passing out in some cases since, and that one was no different while she danced. She didn't have a care in the world as some girl whose name she'd forget kissed her neck. The sound of equally drunk frat boys catcalling them was hardly a blip on the radar. She didn't care because the only thing she needed to do was forget her face. Her name. The way she smelled and how pizza was no tethered to her. Something so trivial had become so much more. But as the universe would have it, murky greens immediately sought her out when she entered the house. Naturally in a crowded room, with a beyond hot girl latched her-- Rosalie captured her attention.

[talkingbodvs]

Her body was still high on the rush adrenaline of just having killed somebody when she turned around to Regan, her lips curled up into a little smirk. “Do you think I should have played with him a little longer?”, she asked her pointing at the body on the floor with the tip of her left high heel. As her gaze followed the movement of shoe, she noticed that he was still breathing. Slowly and only discontinuously his chest still rose and fall again. Well, she doubted that this would continue for much longer continue the puddle of blood he lied in. He wouldn’t make it for much longer, but if he felt like clinging onto his life a little longer? Well, who was she to set an early end to this? For a moment longer, her eyes were focused on the struggling body, the smirk already gracing her lips intensifying a little at the obvious pain in his facial features. A part of her was tempted to give him another kick, just to hear another pained moan, but after a moment of consideration, she decided against it and simply dropped the knife she’d played with for the last two hours. Not really caring if it landed on the floor or on his body. 

“Doesn’t he look much better like this?” It was a rhetorical question and yet, Zara gave her girlfriend a curious glance. It was clear that she was the one enjoying their murders most. Regan often just seemed to go along with it because she was supportive and wanted her girl to live out her dreams. Which was perfectly fine, but still, she hadn’t given up hope that one day, she’d enjoy it just as much as she did. Then again, maybe it was good that Regan wasn’t as taken up in the whole torturing and killing thing as she was because otherwise, they might have gotten caught already. If Zara was in the zone, she could forget everything around her but her and the victim. If it wasn’t for Regan looking out for any problems, she wouldn’t know what to do. So in some ways, their partnership worked perfectly and still, she sometimes just couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like if things were a little different. She came closer until she was standing right in front of her. There was blood all over her body and over her lingerie - or her bra at least. The panties had to be somewhere in the room. She’d taken them off when he’d started fucking her about one and a half hours ago. Not that she gave a damn, though, she was too comfortable in her own body to be insecure or anything. Fingernails running over Regan’s arm, she looked up to her girlfriend, still smirking. “Did you enjoy seeing him fuck me like this? Thinking he was the best I ever had, I ever could have?” 

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[violetleaves]

{ for @ripetogether }

       over the passing weeks since the night casper had almost shot sloane, there’s been a noticeable difference around the apartment. wilder’s always on the phone, or sneaking in and out of the place at random hours, and while he hasn’t directly approached him about what’s going on, casper’s pretty sure he knows what’s up. since he’d caught his best friend and the girl from the diner together that one day, he’s been putting the pieces together. surprisingly, he hasn’t been pressuring wilder to tell him every detail, which is usually something he’s eager to do about any romantic escapade wilder is on -- but sloane is different. he’s still trying to win her over after that night, but there’s been limited opportunities. wilder’s been pretty sneaky about when he sees her, casper’s come to realize, and it’s very rare they’re in the same room together. today, casper knows exactly where wilder will be: down at the lab making product, and he’s just headed out, so when casper hears the front door open up again while he’s pouring himself a cup of coffee, he laughs out loud. “what did’ja forget?” cas asks, his back turned to the front door assuming it’s his other half heading back in to grab his watch, or wallet or something. however, when he turns around, all he sees is a flash of red hair moving swiftly in the direction of wilder’s bedroom. “huh? sloane?” casper asks, setting down his mug and following after down the hallway, catching her just before she’s inside. “wilder’s not here. just left actually, probably won’t be back for a few hours.” it takes him a second to get an idea that maybe the door had been left unlocked for her purposefully, but he decides he’ll wait to see what her answer to his upcoming question is before he makes any snarky accusations about their relationship. he leans his large frame against the wall, arms folded across his chest as he gives her an investigative look with a hint of a smirk. “what are you doing here anyway?”

[svaturns]

closed starter for @ripetogether​

‘ i meant what i said last time we spoke, ’ she didn’t. ‘ obviously you didn’t get the hint or you would’ve stayed away so let me reiterate. you need to stay out of my life. you made it obvious you never cared about me before, i don’t need you to pretend to now. ’ aspen clenched her fists to her side as she stood uncomfortably at the doorway of her apartment. time had seem to tick by slower as she watched the other’s facial expression shift by her harsh words. ‘ what are you even doing here? what could you possibly need from me now? come to torture me some more? i thought you would’ve had your fill by now. ’ her words shot out like venom at the other, her gaze shifting to the floor. 

[anchorrs]

∗ ☆  sms ↠ ?

lennon: what are you doing friday to monday next week?

lennon: as in, there is this festival i wanna go to and you should come with!!!!!!!