#slumberpcrty

[bcrgondy]

closed starter for :  @slumberpcrty​

       "    hey .    ”       there is an undeniable smugness about the quiet ,   plain intonation of his greeting  ;     knuckles perched under his chin ,   knee folded under his lap ,   he looks absolutely out of character in that pale grey suit ,   with a blue tie to bring out his eyes --- two coffees on the table ,  one wrapped around his hand ,   the other nudged her way .    “    oh ,    don’t look so surprised ---- i have connections ,   you know ?     ”     he leans back in her chair ,    still fatigued from this morning ,   new phone already in his pocket ,   hers is on top of a rather suspicious little black box --- suspicious ,   given the circumstances ,    and his lack of acknowledgement .

[wickedlvst]

closed for @slumberpcrty // based on (x)

a nervous giggle pearls from cherry lips - she can still taste him on them, even hours later, if she focuses hard enough-, as tabitha steps closer toward her brother. "today was fun, wasn't it?", she asks, voice light as a bell, even as nervousness pulls her insides into breathtakingly tight knots, "i know lying isn't technically okay, but is it really lying if you don't correct their assumptions?" creamy cheeks turn into a shade of pink when she realizes that she's already rambling. tiny nose crinkles as she internally shakes her head at herself. "i mean, we got almost all of the drinks for free." and considering how much this trip cost them, that's hard to ignore right? she pauses, obviously on the verge of saying more, but just as obviously unsure of whether she should. instead, something entirely different leaves her lips before she can hold back the words: "was it okay that i kissed you or did i make everything really weird and awful now? i mean it was kind of my first kiss so it was probably terrible anyway and not really kiss-worthy, but i also really didn't want to make you uncomfortable. it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, i didn't really think about." the words fall from her lips in rapid succession, almost impossible to understand.

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

starter for @slumberpcrty // haylee & kent

It was always interesting when somebody new was introduced to the group. Sometimes it was a colleague or a new friend, but sometimes it was a boyfriend. Haylee had known Jazz since high school. They'd drifted closer and further apart as the years had gone on, no hard feelings and they certainly still considered themselves to be close friends, but that was what happened as life went on, no? Haylee worked at the gym and her side hustle, while others went to college and dreamed a variety of dreams.

Kent was cute. Haylee tried not to focus on that when she turned up at Jazz's house, simply leaning in to shake his hand politely - after Jazz wrapped her up in a big hug. Haylee dipped in and out of conversation, chatting when necessary, but mostly nursing her drink. Haylee was social, but not the queen of the party like Jazz and some of the girls could be. It wasn't long before quite a few of the party goers were a little drunk, to say the least. Haylee was one to enjoy a drink or two, but getting completely smashed wasn't her thing, at least most of the time.

So, she found herself actually taking a few moments to clean up. It wasn't her house and she wasn't host, but she knew Jazz would appreciate it. Besides, Jazz was strewn over Lindsey's lap gossiping about something that happened at work, Haylee didn't even think she noticed.

She stepped around the living room carefully, picking up some beer bottles and red solo cups, before heading into the kitchen. Orange heels clicking on smooth wooden flooring, Haylee leaned down to put the cups into an open trash can, before moving to the sink, giving her hands a quick rinse. She was just drying her hands on a dish towel, when she heard foot steps, turning to see Kent enter, also holding some bottles.

"I see you also nominated yourself for clean up crew," Haylee offered a smile, putting the towel down and taking a moment to fidget with one of the straps on her little orange ruffle dress, that had gotten tangled throughout the night.

[liittlefreaks]

@slumberpcrty

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[ofsacriilege]

closed starter for @slumberpcrty​ based on #2

it’s a great honor and ava knows it. to be wed to a prince ( though some may argue that is simply the duty of a princess ) and to be so warmly accepted by his family, most of all his father. it’s unexpected, certainly, but she’ll make no complaints of it if it means a happy marriage and a peaceful union between their countries. still, there’s a surprise in her when he summons her to see her alone; he only wishes to know you better, she assures herself though she can feel her heart fluttering against the cage of her ribs.

“your majesty?” her voice echoes as she enters where she was told to meet him, curious yet aprehensive.

[suburgatories]

for my one and only / @slumberpcrty​ .

so used to arriving up at particular property that muscle memory kicks in, fingers twisting the door handle to allow himself access into interior of the home before stopping himself .  his girlfriend wouldn’t be there sat on the bottom stair awaiting his arrival, no, he’d have to awkwardly slink through the house in search of her father, so he eases the door closed once more and instead settles for ringing the bell .  hadn’t allowed himself too much time to consider exactly why he’d been summoned, though with maia’s birthday only a few weeks away can relieve some of his paranoia by convincing himself it could be to do with that .  

[immoralitys]

            you could call him overzealous but marcos would argue that he’s merely committed to maintaining his reputation. when his friend implied it was impossible for him to get their father into bed, claiming “he doesn’t swing your way”. not only did he know that it was wrong, marcos was arrogant enough to think he could get anyone at least a little into him. so he’d spent the past three weeks applying lingering touches, running in to him when marcos knows he’s just getting out of the shower, or getting off in the spare bedroom when he knows it is just beau & him home. so far he’d been unsuccessful, but that didn’t mean he was about to give up. today he had a plan, one that had him getting out of the shower just in time for the older man’s car to enter the driveway. there’s a smirk on his lips as he’s drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. pretending to be unaware of any one else’s presence in the house, he makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen where he finds beau, filling a glass of water up at the sink.   “oh! i didn’t know anyone was home.”   there’s faux surprise in his voice as he takes a second to take in the other’s form before continuing to move. marcos moves in silence, not acknowledging his lack of clothes as he approaches beau. despite his ability to ask him to move or even try and wait for him to be finished, the dark-haired male comes up behind him. body pressing against the other’s back, his pelvis only pushing further against him as he reaches up for the cupboard just to the right of them.   “don’t mind me.”   lingering as he stalls struggles to find the right cup, it’s a moment later that he’s picking up a mug and stepping away. with a smirk on his lips, marcos moves towards the refrigerator. looking inside, trying to pick a drink, his hands find the slightly towel and retighten it around his frame.

closed for @slumberpcrty .

[bcrgondy]

closed starter :   @slumberpcrty​

    the last thing he wanted was to come home tonight -----    but as fate would have it  ,     his plans fell through  .    so ,     here he is :    helmet in hand  ,    sleek black t-shirt too casual for the formal setting making him pop like a button in the crowd as he storms through the front door ,      hair looking a little messy  ,     sunglasses still on because god knows why ,    trying to navigate through unspotted only to be greeted by that forever awed  ,    slightly chiding tone of his mother     “    sebastian !   ”         she can make his name in itself feel like something reprehensible .       it’s a skill ,    really .   so ,   yielding his weapon of choice :   charm ,      he stretches his mouth into something of a smile and kisses her cheek .    “    is that dress new ?    you look ----     ”        she cuts him off promptly ,   unamused .     “    why are you in sunglasses at 7pm ?    inside the house ?     ”       he opens his mouth ,    fumbling for an excuse  ,    only to have them promptly snatched from his face to reveal a purple-ish hue around his eye  .      damn it .      “      --- okay ,     don’t freak out .   ”      too late ,    she’s already grabbing his chin  ,     looking at him like he’s an expensive glass with a crack .    “     sebastian !    what happened ?     ”      squirmish , he wriggles off her grip .     “    it’s fine ---   i   [     ...    ]    fell on   [     ...    ]    a shovel ----    is that doctor julia ?     doctor julia !   over here !   ”      he waves to her friend  ,     dodging a scolding just in time .      he watches as she clenches her maw ,     and then shapes her mouth into a smile  ,    whispering something along the line of   ‘we’ll discuss this later’    as he scurries off her line of sight .        good god ,      he needs a drink .   sebastian snatches a glass of champagne off a tray and moves to the far off corner of the room ----    he likes people watching at during these things .    it’s like nature documentaries  ,     a bunch of vultures picking at a mangled carcass in the road ----    only the vultures in this case were people trying to become associates  ,    and the mangled carcass was ,    well ----     his father .    these things are often dull ,      seldom does anything interesting ever happens ,     so when he spots    her ----     the last person he expected to see here ,     or --- well ,   anywhere ,     he can’t disguise the   surprised look   on his face .    it’s like getting hit by lightening twice .