#whorifics

[khaleesiie]

" v ? what are you doing here ? " perfectly manicured brows furrowed into a frown as honeyed hues settle on the familiar figure. it was late, way too late, and she shouldn't have been asleep, but she had always been one to find inspiration in the late hours of the night, when the world around her fell silent and her thoughts could run wild without interruption. " is everything okay ? did something happen ? " / @whorifics ♥

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @whorifics based on this post.

"when is the last time you came over to hang out with just me?"

[bittcrsuite]

@whorifics liked this post for a wishlist based starter ! ♡ plot linked in source !

dani couldn't tear her eyes away. she watched and watched, stare turning cold the moment their eyes met. her nails dug into her thigh as she squared her shoulders. she pitched her drink upward, chugging the remains before she set the cup aside. she caught their gaze again, mouthing a clear fuck you before brushing through the crowd towards the exit.

[lvciddreamt]

@whorifics

“sorry, have we met before? you look really familiar.”

[loveshard]

closed starter for @whorifics

"do you think it’s fair that you have seen every inch of me, and i have seen none of you?" xavier asked, gently tipping their chin higher in order to lock eyes. "i've done my part. don't tell me you're planning to leave me hanging here."

[darlinghearts]

@whorifics continued on new blog from x

❝Did I?❞ Do the right thing, she means. The question wasn't meant to be said aloud, but it slipped out without her meaning for it to and eyes kind of snap to his afterward. Hearing such a thing is two fold for Sadie. On one hand it makes her feel a little less bad - on the smallest of scales - in knowing that he might not be as HURT by her words as she had thought he was. And then ... perhaps on the more important side of things, it crushes her. A grueling twisted sense of pain twists in her chest and she only has herself to blame. MISTAKE. It wasn't the right thing. Not for her at least, but if HE thought it was right then perhaps she should take it EASY and not push so hard to be at his side as much as she was. Hand stays on his arm, and she has no idea that he's grappling with the SAME thoughts as she was on his side. ❝Yeah well ... maybe. But I'm still sorry. For like ... how I went about it I guess.❞ It's not what she WANTS to say, but what she thinks he WANTS to hear more than anything.

[inkshadow]

continued for @whorifics continued from the source

"that's part of being good at this," she reminds him, resisting the urge to fully express her distaste for him in public. there are plenty of people around watching, plenty of people who know them, which is way dramatics is a good thing. "how else are we supposed to convince the public that we fell in love on set? we really only have to do this until our production is released and we can have a devastating break up. sound good?" she asks with a toothy, brilliant smile, head tipped as its propped up on the backs of her hands.

[slashcrz]

-> @whorifics sent " you're my favorite kind of distraction. "

{ from willow }

lips grazed the nape of her neck as roman trailed a line of kisses across the exposed skin of her low-cut top. he'd tried to be good, but the roach in the ashtray had been formerly quite the fat joint, and roman was feeling really good. " oh, i'm sorry... am i distracting you? " he murmured, smiling into the warmth of her shoulder as his path continued across the top of her back. he was sliding in closer now from behind her, arms circling around, pushing away the work that had sat in her lap before he wrapped his legs around the outside of her thighs && pulled her in. teeth nipped at her collarbone next, chin fitting over her shoulder && into the gap perfectly.

roman liked the way she smelled, the way she fit into the curve of his chest, the small of her back sliding in where his hips met. the haze in his mind met the sensations of her closeness, and roman felt like he'd lost connection to the bed where they'd thrown themselves. somewhere in the background, netflix droned on - some cartoon, hell, roman couldn't even remember. how long had he been hitting willow up, getting her to his shitty little apartment? how long had he been waiting for her text- and shit, since when did he feel so attached? before he realized it, as he breathed in, hot kisses pressed to her neck - roman was speaking again - horror registering as he heard his own words -

" willow... what are we? "