#wutheringdevotion

[someotherdog]

for / @wutheringdevotion participants / havva & your choice of muse, as long as you see them being in a toxic relationship! story / based off of here; havva and your muse have been in a toxic relationship (or marriage) for years. we'll make it up as we go along for this one, but just know havva is a massive crybaby that sometimes uses crocodile tears to get what she wants. setting / their shared apartment, or havva's apartment if they live apart.

"this isn't love." havva whispered, wetness gathering in her eyes. she was lachrymose once again, but when wasn't she these days? she lifted her gaze to their face, heart breaking just from looking at them. "how can you say you love me? i don't understand. it doesn't feel like love."

[someotherdog]

for / @wutheringdevotion participants / audrina & your choice of muse, as long as they're a cheerleader! story / based off of here; audrina and your muse are cheer captains of rival cheer squads. in public, they hate each other with a passion. behind closed doors is a different story. if anyone were to find out about their little affair, their lives would be ruined, so they must keep it a secret. it's up to you if your muse is more willing to go public, whereas audrina would rather die. setting / her college's football field during a game!

it wasn't like it was a surprise that her paramour (a word she only knew because of a v.c. andrews novel) would be at the game—if their rival team was playing against her school, then yeah, obviously their head cheerleader would be there too. that didn't stop audrina's heart from nearly beating out of her chest. she worried her teammates somehow knew about her secret relationship, despite the fact that she worked tirelessly to keep it a secret. she had to train her eyes not to fall on her rival cheer captain, had to train her fingers not to shake when she thought about how she'd trace the lines of their skin later that night. it was too overwhelming and stole her focus. it was sickening! audrina prided herself on being the best of the best, she prided herself on her steely guts and infallible resolve. so why did she get so nervous around them?

audrina huffed out a breath, hoping to blame it on the routine her team had just finished minutes ago. when the person that she desperately tried to ignore came into her field of vision, she had mere seconds to put on her act. her brow raised and she fixed a haughty smirk on her face to really sell it. "hmm... i thought i caught a whiff of cheap perfume—what is that, something by j.lo?" audrina earned a few goodhearted laughs from her squad, but she knew it was weak. it was hard to actually be mean to her rival cheer captain, which was something audrina thought would never be possible; she was a rancid bitch to everyone else in her life, including her own family. "i think we did that same routine, what, two years ago? i'm glad you were so inspired by us, though. imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, after all."

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @wutheringdevotion

"i've  done  many  things  but  that  wasn't  one  of  them."  yuna  reiterates,  a  hint  of  exasperation  lacing  her  tone.  "do  you  think  i'm  stupid  enough  to  betray  you  then  not  disappear  to  where  i  can  never  be  found?"  people  get  killed  for  wronging  him.  she  was  perfectly  aware  of  what  she  was  dealing  with,  but  she  happened  to  be  drawn  to  playing  with  fire,  enough  to  let  them  stumble  beyond  what's  within  professional  limits.  too  bad  that  neither  of  them  is  wired  to  trust.  but  how  they  got  into  this  mess  is  one  thing,  the  truth  that  they're  both  knee-deep  in  trouble  is  inescapable.  her  gaze  drops  to  the  document  then  back  at  the  man  she  once  thought  she  knew.  "will  it  be  able  to  cover  what  we've  lost?"

[seolinah]

closed for @wutheringdevotion // last point on this plot ft. tereza + muse of your choice

Their fingers tapped lightly over their mouth. Waiting and trying to decide what to do as they stared over at the passed out figure on their couch. They let out a soft curse, trying not to regret their hasty decision so harshly, but she couldn't exactly work out a solution to this particular problem. With every minute that passed, her thoughts went back and forth. Eat them. Wait for them to wake. Don't leave loose ends. Maybe they'd be grateful for their help? Round and round did the ghoul go, but they figured that maybe her guest's reaction or memory of their encounter could help make a decision for them.

As their rescued guest finally stirred, Tereza stood more alert. Her gaze quickly flitted towards the mirror on the wall, ensuring she looked normal enough before settling back on them. "Please don't panic," they said once they spotted their eyes opening. "You're safe," for the most part, "and I, um, took you back to my place since you passed out - I didn't want to leave you in that alleyway..."

[thedevilsbckbone]

closed starter for @wutheringdevotion

While Verónica attended nearly every weekend mass, it wasn't often she got to go to the events and charities the church would often put on to help raise money for the congregation due to her busy work schedules on set. However, the church had helped put together the town carnival and the actress was able to attend for a change, which admittedly she was more excited about regarding who would be in attendance rather than the carnival itself. She'd volunteered to help, wanting to believe it was simply out of the goodness of her heart and wanting to help the church, which in part was not wrong, but deep down she knew the real reason was because Elliot would be there.

She knew it was wrong to feel the sort of excitement that curled up in her belly whenever she thought about the older man, especially considering he was a man of faith, but for the actress he was truly more than that. Her busy work schedule made it hard for Verónica to get much time to see him outside of mass and so she wanted to make the most out of this time. Once she'd arrived, she had gotten to work helping put together booths and unload a few things from inside the church out to the parking lot where the booths were being erected. It was during one of these trips back inside to grab a box of pamphlets to distribute, that she ran into the very man she'd been thinking about.

"Father Shepherd, Hey! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there." She was unable to hide the smile that graced her lips as she looked up at him. She made sure to call him by his title whenever they were not in private but it was hard not to want to address him more personally. "It's nice to see you. How have you been?" She asked, the question sounding casual enough but the look she gave him was much more sincere and affectionate than it should when talking to a priest.

[thedevilsbckbone]

Closed starter for @wutheringdevotion

His night had only just begun when Sergio got the notification of a ride request. Checking it out, he felt a smile moving across his lips as he saw the name, recognizing it instantly. He wouldn't even need the gps for this pick up as he already knew the route all too well. What was even more entertaining than that though, was the fact that the ride had not been immediately cancelled on her side upon his acceptance. It meant she must have been really desperate to be somewhere by a certain time if she didn't want to risk waiting for another driver. It had him curious and amused, despite already knowing she was probably not as humored by the happenstance.

As he pulled up to the house, he saw Lorena step out and rolled down his window. "Well well, long time no see stranger." He said in that smooth tone that he used to always use on her when they were dating. "Now I see why you didn't cancel the ride." He added, letting his eyes slide up and down her body with zero shame as he took in her appearance. She was all dolled up, and she was looking as beautiful as ever. It caused a stirring inside of him that always happened whenever he was around her, even when he knew they were bad news together. Truthfully though, that was part of the fun. "Let me guess, hot date?" A smirk tipped the corners of his lips. They'd been down this path before already and Sergio would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

[scftdevil]

coen had only lived in the apartment for a few weeks now, it wasn't like him to have a favorite part of living there, and his favorite part certainly couldn't be the stranger who did laundry at the same time as him twice a week. it was incidental of course, pure coincidence, but then he figured out their schedule and started adjusted his own accordingly. and he never said a thing as they stood in the massive laundry suite on the third floor of the building. their apartments were across from one another, and by the nature of what he did for a living, he rarely had a run in, and when he did, he was bloodied and bruised and too scared to say anything. he had no reason to suspect that after five weeks of silence there would be any reason to break it, standing over the laundry basket as he added stain remover that josie had given him to wash the blood out of his clothes. their voice broke through his thoughts though, trying to focus on the blood rather than the flutter in his chest as he stole glances over the washing machines. | @wutheringdevotion

[missmvrder-a]

reply to @wutheringdevotion from here.

"I doubt you have problems remembering it but I'd happy to help with that," Satya said with half a cruel smile. It would be a lie to say she didn't feel pride in last night, in bringing the hunter back to her bed. What they did was a far cry from fighting, at least not in the usual sense. But it was some victory on her part, Satya was certain of it. "Need that?" she asked with a devious smile as she held a key piece of the other clothings.