𝒘𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅

seeing her again, in the flesh, had him feeling a relief he never had before, god everytime he saw her, she looked more beautiful. when her hand made contact with his cheek, he hadn’t even tried to stop her. why? well, part of him knew he deserved it but another part was happy to settle for even aggressive skin to skin contact after all this time. “very,” he chuckled, licking his lips as he looked up at her. “i hoped for a more warm welcome, but it’s good to see you still have that fire, gorgeous,” billy spoke out, his hand raising to grab her wrist and pull her close. “fuck, i’ve missed you.”

#maddie || threads #maddie & billy

as relieved as she was to see him, she didn't think that she would be getting over her annoyance any time soon. she had half a mind to teach him a lesson. "you left me." she huffed, a pout being brought to her lips as she attempted to wriggle her wrist away from him. "you don't get to do this, billy!" she cried, shaking her head. "you don't get to fucking disappear and come back and try and charm me!" she brought her other hand up to hit him in the chest, "i thought you were gonna turn me in. i thought you'd played me . i didn't fucking like that feeling, billy."

her senses being cut off was helpful, not enough to calm the pure panic. in her attempt to hopefully calm herself enough to escape the party in its entirety, she began to rock back and forth. the action causing her to bump into ryder, letting out a gasp as her eyes opened to lock on him. she hadn’t known who to expect but admittedly it be him made her feel a lot safer in an instant. “ry…” she breathed out in a shaky tone, immediately seek comfort against him. “i… i…” she tried to get out more words, but she could barely form words.

#ryder || threads #ryder & kinsley

he had no idea if he was doing the right thing. he didn't know if he would be helpful or if it would just scare her more. but as she realised that she was there, he gave her - what he hoped - was a gentle smile. " sorry. i didn't mean to scare you..." he sighed. had he done the wrong thing? he didn't have enough time to think about it as he heard her attempt at speaking. ryder sighed and slung an arm around her, "it's alright. you don't have to say anything." he whispered to her. "i'm here, alright? just - look at me. tell me what you can feel - five things you can feel."

he probably could've been more mature about this, in more ways than one, but especially when it came to the fact he saw her determined walk towards the pair and didn't break the kiss. instead, letting the girl get soaked by the drink, the liquid hitting him too. the femme let out a squeal, instantly getting mad and annoyed at arabellas' actions, she almost went after her but nikos stopped her, saying he'd handle it before falling the blonde. "you're hot when you're jealous, belle," he commented, his smirk never faltering. "half expected you to slap me or beat her ass."

#arabella || threads #arabella & nikos

she had known that nikos had been kissing the girl to make her jealous and yet she hadn't been able to stop herself. her temper had always been her worst trait and, of course, she'd played completely into his hands. she spun to face him, her face the picture of anger. "and you're an ass, always. nikos." even the smirk on his face managed to anger her even more, "that's still not off the table. don't tempt me."

"bull. shit." her words left her mouth with emphasis, laced with venom and frustration over the situation she'd found herself in. she could've been delusional, projecting her own feelings onto him, but as she stood in front of him, she was certain these feelings weren't one-sided. "maybe you're right, miller. maybe i broke the rule you made so clear you had," dori admitting as she took another step forward, her eyes never leaving him. "but don't try and act like i'm the only one who did it. that you haven't crossed that line, if not physically at least feelings-wise."

#miller || threads #miller & dori

the more she spoke, the more annoyed he managed to get. and it wasn't because of what he wanted to feel. it was because he knew that she was right. he'd tried to deny it but she had seen right through it and he had no idea what to do with it other than deny, deny, deny. "either way - doesn't matter." he muttered, shaking his head, "it's not like we can cross that boundary, princess." it was there for a reason, after all. it would only cause problems otherwise.

what about if i made a comeback here ? would anyone want me ?

#ooc

corset finally undone and thrown onto the floor carelessly after yet another ball, maude found herself happily in her bed with joan. the moment the duke had introduced joan as the family's ward, maude had been taken by the other. at every social event of the season, brown eyes would search the crowd to meet her favorite pair. maude would pull a face or roll her eyes as she was drug onto the dance floor with a man who had a title maude could care less about. before the season had begun, she'd outright told her father that she would not be marrying. she'd treat the season as a chance to cause chaos and see her friends. until joan stepped in, and maude's plans flipped on their head. fingers carded through joan's dark hair and a loud giggle slipped through ruby lips. "god, it's exhausting," she groaned playfully, snuggling closer to the other woman, "if i hear another lord drone on and on about how much land he has, i'll be sick joan — i swear it." she brought a hand to joan's porcelain cheek, "but you, my dear, certainly you've found someone who isn't entirely dull?"

#joan & maude #joan || threads

all joan really wanted to do was to spend time with maude. had she come all of this way at her fathers insistence, only to find ... something with the woman she was to be living with. it was mightily inconvenient and she wasn't completely sure what to do with herself, if she was completely honest. all she knew was that laying there, beside maude, was one of the only things that actually felt normal - it felt right. "perhaps you should just try to be as boring back. maybe they'll get the message that way." though she doubted it. she thought that most of these men would probably enjoy a woman as dull as them. they liked to ensure a woman knew her place, after all. "i'm getting more and more convinced that the only interesting person around here is you, maude."

starter for @wefxundwonderland ( miss beatrice bennett )

callum had watched men write their names on beatrice's dance card all night, but he was far too frightened to do the same. her red hair caught the gleam of candlelight so beautifully, her soft presence pulling him in as if she was the rain his draught-stricken garden needed to survive. beatrice was standing alone, a glass of lemonade in her delicate hands when callum's feet began to take him across the floor to her. his heart hammered in his chest — his body was moving faster than his brain could. he should turn around, he should run before he made a fool of himself. but then she smiled at him, and he felt like he could breathe for the first time all night. callum didn't dare meet her gaze when he approached beatrice, his voice wobbling as he spoke, "m-miss bennett, do you have any room left on your dance card?"

#beatrice || threads #beatrice & callum

while she might have been busy for most of the dance, beatrice hadn't even been able to speak to the one person that she truly wanted to spend time with. the men who had signed her dance card were, for the most part, kind enough but none of them had captured her quite as much as callum had. she sighed as she stood on the edge of the dance floor and found her gaze searching for him. was he with some other girl? did someone else have his affections? but then she spotted him. and more than that, he was walking towards her. a smile slipped onto her lips. anyone who looked upon her then, would see how happy she was that he was there. they could probably see just how smitten she already was with him. "lord hale..." she smiled, "for you? i absolutely have room." she nodded. "i would be delighted to dance with you."

“ i'm not not on board. ” he counters quickly, forcing at least a suggestion of a smile back to his lips until his cheeks ache. “ you don't want my opinion on all this anyway, divorced parents, that's like — a whole load of marriage based trauma. ” words joke a little more easily as he nudges her softly back with the side of his arm. “ but you know if this is what you want, i'll support you through every part of it. ” he adds as if it's that straightforward. it ought to be, yet cam falls momentarily quiet at the thought of watching her stand at an altar, reciting vows to some guy he still isn't sure deserves his best friend. “ long as you're positive you want it all with him. ” the thought's quieter than he means for it to be, more weight to the words than he intends when it was never supposed to be a question. yet it does feel like one.

#geneveive || threads #gen & cameron

“ oh that's so convincing. ” gen spoke, sarcastically. realistically, she knew that it didn't matter if cameron was on board or not. she knew that it didn't matter if he approved or not but he was her best friend. she wanted him to approve. “ oh fuck off. mine are divorced too. i want your opinion because you're my friend. my best friend. of course i want your opinion. ” the fact he wasn't giving her it, she thought, was saying enough. he wasn't thinking anything good and she wished she she could figure out why. “ would i have said yes if i wasn't? ” she countered quickly, maybe a little too quickly. “ besides, no one gets everything they want. we all have to make little sacrifices ... it's the way the world works. ”

starter for @sweetcstcon ( maude moore )

being the ward of the moores certainly had it's perks - like being able to slip into maudes room without too many questions. she had been a gods send since joan had been sent to london. this was not where she wanted to be. like maude, she longed for her freedom. she wasn't going to find that here. her father was having none of it, though, when she suggested about going home again. so here she was. at least she had maude. she sighed as she laid down beside the other woman, " does this whole thing tire you out too?" she questioned. "the constantly having to be on your best behaviour and entertain despite not being clse to interested in any of the people who you are expected to be interested in?" if it was anyone else, she knew that she wouldn't be so open but with maude? it didn't matter. she felt like she could say whatever she wanted and the other woman wouldn't judge her. "you must feel it maude. you of all people must."

#joan || threads #joan & maude #hehehehehe ENJOY BBY

“ it's difficult to get to know him when he doesn't leave your side for a second while i'm around. ” the words slip out before cameron has a chance to consider them, regret writing instantly over his features as brown eyes pull to the empty champagne flute held loosely between his fingers — though it's not quite enough to blame for his sudden lack of judgement. “ sorry, i just... yeah, sure, i'll make more of an effort. ” words fall with a soft sigh. “ there's no issue, honestly, i'm happy for you. it's just been a long day. ” at least that part's true, and not a day he'd expected to end by watching genevieve promise to spend the her life with someone else.

#geneveive || threads #gen & cameron

“ oh don't be ridiculous. ” gen huffed, rolling her eyes. she didn't want to argue with cameron. wasn't this supposed to be a happy night? so why did she feel so lousy about it all? was he getting in her head or was it something different? she looked down at the ring on her finger. it had been like nothing she had imagined. silver instead of gold, a diamond instead of a ruby - her birthstone. he had gotten just about everything wrong ... but did it matter? “ i know. i know. she sighed as she nudged him, “ just really hoped you'd be on board. that's all. ”

“ don't reckon it's me that needs to be sure about it. ” he points out, tone far lighter than cameron expects the words to sound, even if the smile that tugs on the corners of his features feels visibly forced. hopefully gen's too distracted to notice, though he knows her well enough to be aware she probably will. “ it just feels quick — i mean, how well do you even really know him? ” the words are the opposite of the supportive friend he's trying to be, features scrunching in a soft wince at how they sound. “ i'm happy if you are, obviously. just wanted to be sure you're sure. ”

#geneveive || threads #gen & cameron #ilysm

the more he spoke, the more confused genevieve grew. had he been thinking this the whole time or was it just now that she was engaged that his feelings had suddenly changed? she couldn't help but feel a little defensive. “ alright, well maybe you just need to put a little more effort into getting to know him. ” she shrugged, as though it wasn't supposed to be a slight dig. it was probably unfounded, at the end of the day. it wasn't like the two of them had been together for that long. maybe cam had a point. she couldn't let on. “ besides, as long as i know, i'm sure - what's the issue? ”

“ so, you're engaged? ” it's a superfluous question, one only prompted by the gentle sound of footsteps when cameron's never been keen on silence. of course they're engaged, he just stood and watched the unexpected proposal, echoed a half-hearted cheers like everyone else, avoided meeting his best friend's gaze until he'd found a moment in the chaos to slip out for air. “ congrats, that's — great, right? ”

#// hiiiiiii here to annoy u as always <3333 #geneveive || threads #gen & cameron

she had known something was wrong from the moment that she had entered that place. she had known that things were going to change. she hadn't expected the proposal but what was she supposed to say? she had no choice in a room full of all of their loved ones. the only person she wanted to talk to about all of this, though, was cameron. the very person who seemed to be avoiding her. so when she spotted him going outside, she quickly followed after. “ engaged, yeah. ” she nodded, a small smile on her face. “ you don't seem so sure, cam. what's going on? ”

the garden was nostalgic, walking through it felt as if he were a child again playing in his mother's garden without a care in the world. life was much heavier now. callum knew his family was relying on him to secure a match this season, despite pushing him towards one. he could see it in his mother's eyes — the way she willed him towards eligible women, all of whom callum ducked his head from and moved passed with a speed he didn't know he possessed. and that is exactly why he'd ended up in the garden. with beatrice. without a chaperone. and his heart began to race, what if they were spotted alone together? he couldn't compromise her reputation like that. but, just one look at her made him forget it all, made him forget the words that were just on the tip of his tongue. his lips fell into a shy smile as she handed him the rose, fingers brushing against hers by accident and he felt lightning course through his body. "oh," a gasp as a thorn stuck his fingers. "i...i didn't heed your warning," his cheeks were pink as a soft chuckle slipped through his lips. "miss bennett, are you not...are you not enjoying the ball?" callum's voice was concerned and gentle, eyes dipping to find hers.

#beatrice || threads #beatrice & callum

"oh no! i'm sorry!" beatrice squeaked as the gasp fell from his lips. she had been trying to do something nice for him and it seemed that she had only managed to cause him pain. perhaps she should just listen to her mother. perhaps she should let her set her up with someone. as he continued, beatrice raised an eyebrow. she wondered how to answer it delicately. "it isn't that i'm not enjoying it ... exactly." she chewed on her lips as she looked from him to the roses. she studied them and let a silence develop between them for a moment before she spoke again. "my mother seems to think that three and twenty is too old to be without a husband and i simply must find myself a match this season." she rolled her eyes, "and she doesn't seem to care who she is matching me with. i swear - i saw her speaking to lord bailey earlier. he is twice widowed and old enough to be my grandfather! he -" she stopped short - as though realising where she was. beatrice quickly shook her head as she looked to callum, "i'm so sorry my lord. my mouth got ahead of me, i think. please forgive me."

starter for : @wefxundwonderland ( beatrice bennett )

he'd spent the entirety of the ball hidden in the candlelit edges of the room, hoping not to be seen. it was all too much for him, so callum slipped out to the moon soaked garden, feeling more at home amongst the quiet flowers than in a crowd. as he walked through the maze of roses, callum spotted a handkerchief on the ground that was embroidered with the initials 'b.b.' he took it in his hand, delicately running his fingers over the intricacy. then, his eyes caught red curls cascading down a young woman's back and he knew well who was standing mere steps away from him. and his heart nearly leapt in his chest. beatrice seemed to be focused on a bush of white roses, so callum cleared his throat rather awkwardly. "miss bennett," his voice trembled, "i believe you might have dropped this?" with an arm outstretched, the handkerchief was cradled in his hand.

#beatrice || threads #beatrice & callum #// MY BBYS !!!

while beatrice usually enjoyed a ball, she had simply had enough of this one. her mother had not stopped nagging her. it seemed like she had tried to thrust her into the arms of nearly every eligible bachelor in the place and she was not happy about it. so, at the first chance she got, beatrice escaped into the gardens. it felt easier out there. her mother didn't seem to know where to look for her and she could take her time within the flowers. it almost felt like her happy place. she stood up straight, with a little bit of start, as she heard the cough behind her. beatrice quickly turned to face callum, a blush forming across her cheeks, "oh! i hadn't even realised that i had dropped that. thank you lord callum." she smiled as she reached to take the handkerchief from him. she thought a moment before she turned to gently pluck one of the flowers, "here. as a token of my thanks." she chuckled as she held it out to him, "mind the thorns."

“ i see good in him. ” he agrees with a thoughtful nod. good. bad. everything in between — oscar supposes it's impossible not to when you've known someone since birth the way he has freya's boyfriend. though it's not the same as believing he's a good person, something he knows he can never voice to the red-head. and certainly not after everything that's happened between the two of them. “ i mean, yeah, he's always been charming. but i've known the guy over twenty years, and, i don't know — sometimes i think i still don't really know a thing about him. ” he admits honestly, shoulders raising in a quick shrug. he's my best friend, and i don't have the slightest clue what he's capable of. ” it's odd to say it aloud, and yet if there's one thing he's sure of it's that he'd never treat someone as special as freya the way the other male did. “ you can love someone and still make mistakes. ”