#wcstlcys

[prodigalscns]

who knew how much really changed in a month when you wore the weight of the world on your shoulders? maeson was more than aware of her own exhaustion, trying to find the right balance, but this one had taken a certain importance. she’d made the mistake of doing the one thing that could have, probably should have allowed him to slip away from the depth of their friendship by leaving. unable to leave well enough alone, or allow the man to shut her out like she was just another stranger, she’d taken on another responsibility along with all her new duties: making it up. that explained why they were currently sprawled across the couch, deft fingers tracking back through curls, pushing them away from his forehead with a softer affection than most were ever granted. “you have a really big ass forehead, you know. like damn, this thing goes on forever...”  she comments, usual sarcasm clinging to accented tone, grin already tugging hard at the corner of her mouth.

@wcstlcys​

[blossomhcney]

@wcstlcys​

eve didn’t even know why she had gone to this stupid fucking anniversary thing. perhaps she had deluded herself into thinking it would be a bit of harmless fun. as if she didn’t know she would see leo there. and god, was that still a stab to the chest. she hadn’t eaten anything before she left for the party and she hadn’t eaten anything since being there, so the alcohol she was consuming was hitting her a lot faster than usual. she finished the last of her wine and ordered a round of shots, smacking west’s arm. ❝ drink these with me. ❞ he was not getting a choice. he seemed in the same boat as she was, anyway, so getting drunk was good for them both. eve picked up a shot glass and lifted it to her lips, swallowing the liquid in one and slammed the glass down onto the table. licking her lips, she could taste the sourness of the alcohol on her lips and she smiled, turning her head to look around them. her eyes settled on celine after passing over leo and she wrapped her arm around west’s shoulders. ❝ you know what we should do, west? i got a really fun idea. ❞ lips pressed against his cheek and she giggled, reaching for another shot to take. the glass was held loosely between her fingers as she patted his cheek with the other hand. ❝ you should go and tell celine to meet us in your room and we should fuck. ❞ the last word was accentuated with her tongue clicking against the mouth of her mouth. eve threw the glass onto the table and pressed a kiss to west’s mouth, tasting the alcohol on his lips and chasing the high she got from it. ❝ yeah, definitely do that. go and tell her to meet us in your room, baby. ❞

[blossomhcney]

@wcstlcys​ ft. frankie wolff !

❝ did you know that bash is back in town? ❞ a perfect way to start a conversation, especially as she had just let herself into frankie’s place and set down a bag of groceries. since silas died, ana had basically put all her efforts into keeping frankie level. she could tell her she was sober all she wanted, but ana wasn’t stupid. if frankie insisted on living her life so dangerously, ana would continue to get her groceries and take care of her, because she needed a distraction and frankie was a welcome one. ❝ if i look in that fridge, am i going to find any takeout containers, frankie? ❞ she pointed at the fridge and raised an eyebrow. she was hardly one to judge, because she had some of her own in her fridge, but frankie did not need to know that. besides, a traumatic experience could allow some leeway for this kind of thing, no? 

[blossomhcney]

@wcstlcys​

what had been intended to be a nice catch up was now thomas worrying about west. after he had heard about what had happened at the anniversary party, he was practically going insane wondering if west had been hurt. he hadn’t been present at the party, such things were not for the faint of heart and that was certainly thomas horne to a t. ❝ west, jesus. are you okay? did you get hurt? ❞ the door opened and the questions came spilling from his lips before he could stop them. he stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him, concern written all over his face. ❝ i know a good medic, if you are hurt. ❞

[femmefatclle]

[ dance ]

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

To be completely honest with herself, Elienna didn’t knew how both of them had gotten to this point of their evening. The start of the night was already a little hazy in her brain which made the only bright and vivid thing to be the present, right here and right now, that happened to unfold on the small dance floor, with them… dancing together. But that simple act was nothing like all of those other times in the clubs, where both of them loved to spent their lonely evenings at, while hoping to forget whatever shitshow life had thrown at them during yet another exhausting week. No. This time the music was slow and kind of alluring, which was the only possible explanation to why both of them had agreed to do this.

Now Elienna’s hands were loosely wrapped around his shoulders, chest barely pressed onto his - just enough to feel every time he exhaled or decided to act a little more boldly and fast. She had to lift her head just a little bit in order to be able to look him in the eyes, all while trying to suppress a giggle that was brewing inside of her. “Who would’ve thought that we have it in us, huh?”, teased with a crooked smile Ella, head slowly falling over his right shoulder as both of them continued moving slowly, in an elegant sync. Few strands of hair fell over her cheek yet the woman made no attempt at breaking the contact to fix the little mistake. “You know… please, don’t laugh at this but… I think its my actual first time dancing like that with someone else.” The truth wasn’t easy to admit but Elienna had already made the first step. There was no going back now, at all. And it felt kind of natural which was the reason she continued before there was a chance for her right mind to return and stop her from exposing herself like that. “Its not like I had a prom in the normal sense of the word. Or anything like that. And I’ve never been to an actual proper date where people do stuff like that. Or they are doing it only in the cheep tv shows on the TV?” She was rambling now, it was more then obvious that her nerves had taken their toll; plus the glass of wine hadn’t helped at all. “Anyways… I meant to say… Thank you. It’s surprisingly nice. And it kind of means a lot to me.”

[blossomhcney]

@wcstlcys​

❝ do you think i’m just a selfish brat? ❞ the question is plenty out of the blue, but it was something her mother had said to her a few nights prior and she had not been able to stop thinking about it. they were grabbing a bite to eat and she was sure they were saying something she was supposed to be listening to, but her mind was elsewhere. ❝ sorry. i was listening. at first. and then i... sorry. ❞ she pulled a face and rubbed her hand over her mouth. ❝ keep talking. don’t restart, i’ll catch myself up. ❞

[wickcddreams]

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💣for a stress headcanon

Elienna finding out that he’s the one texting her anonymously. Kaeden is very calm type of person in general and handles pressure pretty well since he was practically raised in such toxic enviorement but if there is something that can potentially get his blood pumping it’s that. Especially now, with him getting close to her, the stakes are getting higher and it’s about time only for his secrets to start spilling.

[ofvagabxnds]

[ love ] theo & frankie

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

Theo was in the kitchen when he heard the key in the door. Without guessing, who knew who to expect. Frankie came and went as she pleased in his home, a comfort he never saw coming when he moved to the small town. “You’re just in time,” he called out as he poured amber liquid from the bottle he held directly into the skillet attached to the other. “I’m making some sort of drunk chicken.” He waited for a few moments in the silence, brow furrowing as he waited, until finally she appeared in the doorway. Theo only had to glance her way to understand the fatigue he felt radiating from her soul. 

Sighing, he put down the beer and let go of the skillet. He then turned, beckoning her forward with a crook of his finger, and when she stopped in front of him, he pushed a few strands of hair from her face. Eyes searching hers, he asked, “Rough day?” His hand at her ear slid down to circle the base of her neck, thumb settling in the hollow of her collar. The corner of his lips twitched sympathetically before he leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. “I just did a load of clothes, and your favorite sweats were in there.” Leaning back, he replaced his lips with his own forehead, eyes locking onto hers. “Go slip them on and later I’ll give you a massage.” Squeezing his hand slightly, he pulled away, winking as he retrieved his beer.