#spoiliage

[bittcrsuite]

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"could we please just enjoy a single night together without you picking a fight? they smiled at me, so i smiled back. is that a crime?"

[sacriiilegious]

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there’s  desperation  in  the  way  she  moves,  the  way  she  talks.  slightly pushing  herself  against  their  body,  the  mayor’s  daughter  whispers.  “i  actually  don’t  care  if  someone  sees  us.”  smiles  for  a  second,  a  glint  of  mischievousness  in  her  eyes.  throws  all  caution  out  the  window.  “i  need  you.  now.”

[oldspoet]

          it takes a moment for him to register that she's actually standing in front of him. one moment he'd been half stumbling out of the bar, desperate to get away from the noise of it all, and the next — "you kept your number." he points out dully, traitorous heart skipping beats by the minute ( hers was the only one he'd ever memorized ). otto pinches the bridge of his nose; the alcohol makes him feel dizzy enough as it is, but it's just like sloane to leave him breathless even when all she's doing is standing there. "didn't, uh ... didn't think you'd come."

[oldspoet]

                    “what  does  this  one  mean  ?”  a  faint  pink  crystal  catches  his  eye  through  the  glass,  and  he  points  over  its  reflection  with  curiosity.  “dove  just  got  back,  so  i  don’t  want  to  curse  her  with  anything  …  or  give  her  something  she  doesn’t  need  …”  he’s  deeply  troubled  by  the  thought,  glancing  up  at  the  woman  behind  the  counter  with  sincere  contemplation.  “man  ...  what  if  i  just  bought  her  a  welcome  back  gift  basket  instead  ?”

[oldspoet]

                    it’s  a  shit  car.  she  isn’t  one  to  talk,  though,  considering  she  doesn’t  have  one  of  her  own,  but  even  then  she  can’t  ignore  the  rusty  clanks  of  gears  and  the  engine  way  too  loud  to  not  be  concerned  about.  still,  and  again,  dove  can’t  complain  —  not  when  ellis  is  giving  her  a  ride  home,  not  when,  for  a  moment,  it  almost  feels  like  it  used  to.  operative  word:  almost.  she  drums  her  palms  against  her  jeans,  an  attempt  at  nonchalance  that  really  ends  up  just  falling  flat  on  her  face  before  she  tries  her  next  strategy:  small  talk.  “can’t  believe  mr.  derrick’s  closed.”  she  begins  (  she  can’t  even  look  him  in  the  eye  as  she  speaks,  but  well  —  she  has  to  start  somewhere  ).  “it  was  the  only  place  to  get  a  half  decent  banana  muffin  around  here.”

[oldspoet]

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[sacriiilegious]

closed starter for @spoiliage ♡

“so,  i  have  this  idea,”  manon  starts  and  they  both  know  that  nothing  good  ever  follows  the  phrase.  she  slams  her  grimoire  on  the  table  before  him,  leaning  forward  as  to  tell  him  a  secret.  “i’ve  been  experimenting  and  practicing  just  how  far  my  magic  can  go  but  i  think  i’ll  need  your  help  with  this  one  because  it’ll  probably  be  heavy  work.”  devilish  smirk  plays  on  the  corners  of  her  lips.  “are  you  in?”

[bittcrsuite]

closed starter for @spoiliage. plot in source!

“i’m supposed to be working.” briana put a hand over her mouth, muffling a laugh that escaped. their surroundings were ridiculous. from the swinging lightbulb that almost whacked bri upon arrival to the scent of bleach that stung her nose. this wasn’t their first time in a closet — it wasn’t even the first time they hid in this storage closet. the one good thing about waiting tables at her family’s restaurant was that she could get away with anything and one of her younger siblings would cover for her. she could practically hear their voices now.  if she missed a week of shifts because she was too busy jetting around the world? oh, bri didn’t tell you? she’s out of town with the girls. if she called in sick because she didn’t want to leave the other’s hotel room? bri came down with a bug, but she’ll be here tomorrow! it’d be suspicious if her parents weren’t so busy. they barely had time to keep track of her four siblings, let alone the eldest child. with a quick peck on the lips, bri’s hand hung on the doorknob. “i won’t be able to pay my rent if i keep abandoning all responsibilities to entertain you.”