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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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ivyrutherfords ;

There’s something quite deliciously serpentine about the manner in which Lucas slithers around and about them – and Ivy accepts, without hitch, that the cold does not prickle at him as it does them. ( Even if the two of them possess the similarity that matters: they don’t fucking care. ) Snakes have cold blood, don’t they? And they are no better. A dragon, after all, is of a reptilian nature, as well. Their head cants in response to his honey-drip syllables, and they bent forward. The arch of their finely-arching brows a silent invitation to drape the proffered garment around the set of their shoulders. There is no pearlescently-lethal smile to summon for this new acquaintance this time – but they lean into his side, when he takes the liberty of making space for himself, all the same. “Now that you are here,” Ivy murmurs.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” No rest for the wicked, those who find themselves in constant need of the masks they’ve grown familiar with. If Lucas was Hades himself, driven to the underworld by those around him, then Ivy was surely as damned and as powerful as Persephone herself. How unfortunate, he’d wondered, that the goddess such as they had found themselves underestimated. Darkness lingers, harbours in their bones as if second skin. An unspoken understanding between them. “The way I see it, you’ve got two options.” It’s then that the silence breaks, Lucas’ debonair tone softened in Ivy’s direction. “Talk about it.” Said with a disdain that seemingly needed no explanation. “Or ignore it. “ An afterthought. “For now. I’d suggest the latter.”

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rosevms ; 

It was surely some sort of record, the speed at which she’d leaped from bed, slipped from her night things, and flown from her apartment; a more dramatic Holly, in the light of day, would have claimed that she’d made it to the bottom of the stairwell before her door could even click closed, but she was too focused upon the destination to care. A call to action from her dearest and most beloved Lucas was hardly a question - he could tell her that the sky was green, and that it warranted investigating, and Holly would spend all her waking hours looking upward. Adventures always seemed much more potent at Lucas’s side - it was certainly worth getting out of bed for. 

As was custom, as was warranted, she greeted him with an embrace, quick with arms thrown about warm neck and face nuzzled into his familiar shoulder. But as she had been summoned here on the business of surprise, she quickly straightened, affecting a theatrical look of faux-seriousness, with hands tugging at too-large sweater and teeth clamped down upon grinning bottom lip. “Never -” at the suggestion of leaving him just as she’d found him, Holly scoffed, hands on hips before she sank firmly into his side, in familiar pattern as his arm slid about her shoulder, “Onward march; you promised adventure, and now I demand it.”

" Demand?  Well now, things just got interesting. “ Playful jest teases at his tongue before it presses against cheek. Mischief lingered within the air between them, if only to corrupt her. A sugar sweet girl who’d coloured his world and spoke with honeycomb kissed lips. “Who knew you could be so intimidating.” Laughter tickles his throat, slight mocking tone lingers within his words. “What with your height and all.” It’s the night that engulfs them whole, where they truly flourish. Beneath the star lit sky, Lucas had shared with Holly things in which he’d never thought possible. It was then, in moments such as these, where they world felt less significant than the company of the other, that he’d found a home.  

“No chariot tonight, unfortunately.” Beneath the stars, he’d reminded himself a time or two. Composure, calm and collected. She, his anchor in the most treacherous of seas and tonight, it had seemed, was no different. Suave demeanour washed away with the mere echo of the southern belle’s vocals ringing through his ears.  “Although, I’ve got plans. Very big plans.” It’s with faux sense of superiority in which he speaks, all too incorrigible.  “It does involve quite a bit of law breaking, but I’m sure if you can talk your way out of a ticket you can talk your way out of this. You know, if we get caught.”

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THREAD : @rosevms DATE : february / 2:35 am LOCATION : yale campus

There had never been a lack of liveliness within the life he’d forged from his own sins. Where Holly was involved, however, it was as if coming up for fresh air. The words, honey soaked and tender, whispered into the boys ear with such grace he’d never ceased to be enamoured. Tonight, however, mind runs rampant and troubles cloud thoughts that no measure of indulgence seem to hide. Bitter chill crawls down the boys spine as he wanders, steady foot falls carrying him to the one place in which he knew he’d find solace. Holly. A piece of his soul, ripped from the seam of his shielded heart herself. 

It’s with smug nature that Lucas carries himself, an ever blossoming facade that he wears well. A shell in which he hides, true colours begin to blend seamlessly into the life he’d made, the life they’d accepted. “You have five seconds to back out, Blanchard.” Gaze studies the girl over, falling upon her softened hues if only for a moment before hands slide from his pockets, sliding with ease ‘round the girls shoulders. “Speak now or forever hold your peace, or whatever.” 

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[ imessage : ] my girl →

HOLLY: I would say something about always looking nice, but considering my socks haven't matched in a month I can't really talk.

HOLLY: Can I at least get a hint? Coming down the stairs now.

LUCAS: Well at least now I know what to get you for your birthday. Aim high, Blanchard.

LUCAS: The hint is you need to hurry your ass up.

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[ imessage : ] my girl →

HOLLY: I'm changing out of my comfy pajamas for you. That's love.

HOLLY: What adventure are you taking me on tonight? I'll be there in a second.

LUCAS: If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

LUCAS: Wear something nice

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[ imessage : ] my girl →

HOLLY: I'm awake!

HOLLY: In pajamas and not likely to be convinced otherwise, but awake. What're you up to?

LUCAS: Get dressed.

LUCAS: Meet me downstairs in ten. I've got something I want to show you.

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[ imessage : ] my girl →

LUCAS: You up?

LUCAS: More importantly, wake up.

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ivyrutherfords *

They should not have been without a jacket; the winter chill had long-since begun to seep into their flesh and settle underneath it. They should have been in class. They definitely should not have been as high as they were right then. But none of that mattered, for Ivy sat on the bench, knees pulled up to their chest, and chin resting atop it, regardless of everything. They felt so – lost. They didn’t even hear someone approach, until a shadow fell over their forearm indicating another’s presence.

It’s with ease that Lucas manages to shrug off blouson, brisk chill in New Haven’s winter air biting gently against his skin. Arm extends, a gesture of kindness towards Ivy if he’d ever made one. So willing, so ready to indulge in the pride that came with the feeling of helping. Dimples dip into man’s own rose bitten cheeks as he speaks. Words, sultry in delivery and yet kind in intent linger within air between them. “ Here you are. “ Blatant, he drawls as chin nods slightly to the emptied seat at their side. “ D’you mind ? “ More so of a formality, he wastes no time in sliding beside them, a brow most curious arched in Ivy’s direction. “Trouble?”

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Send me a symbol for a drabble

Or send “drabble please!” and I’ll use a generator to decide.

# and a number: inspired by the first full sentence on that page in the book I’m currently reading (if using a generator, use a sentence from the page you are currently on/last page you read)

♬: based off the first song that comes up on my itunes after putting it on shuffle

✉: based around the last text I sent/received

△: inspired by the plot of the last movie/tv show I watched

☀: based off a post on/in my wishlist

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Gossip Girl Inspired Sentence Starters

I was watching an episode of Gossip Girl when I wrote this so some are plucked straight from the episode while others are paraphrased/inspired by actual lines.

“The truth is… I was jealous.”

“My date stood me up.”

“I’m here with someone else.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“I believe you.”

“I promise, I won’t do it again.”

“What are these?”

“This is my way of saying thank you,”

“What are you doing here?”

“You need to leave.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“I got fired,”

“I’ll prove it to you.”

“Prove it.”

“What the hell is going on?”

“It’s time for you to step down.”

“I’m not ready for that.”

“It’s probably best that you move out.”

“What the hell are you throwing out the window?”

“Are you willing to get a haircut and burn your clothes?”

“You used me.”

“How could you do this to me?”

“I thought I could trust you.”

“We’ve got a huge problem.”

“You know, you said this was yours, but I just can’t seem to find your name on it.”

“Did you really divide the room in half with tape? Is this a nineties sitcom?”

“Nope, it’s definitely your turn.”

“I thought you were better than that.”

“Coffee. Now.”

“Are you even awake?”

“We were sworn to secrecy.”

“Just give me a hint!”

“Is everything okay?”

“Who was that?”

“This would do way more harm than good.”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you.”

“Can we give this another shot? Please?”

“I need some time alone.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“This is it, this is the answer to all our problems.”

“I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“That’s just not who I am.”

“We’re a very rare breed.”

“Okay, you convinced me.”

“Are you excited for tonight?”

“Think they bought it?”

“I’m sorry that you had to find out about that.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“I hate to admit it, but I think you were right.”

“We’re going to be late!”

“Who the hell are you people?”

“What are you doing at my house?”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Is that so?”

“You were there for me when no one else was.”

“I told you how important this was to me.”

“It wasn’t personal.”

“I want you gone by the morning.”

“Tell me the truth.”

“Honey, everything you say is a lie.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Just stop talking.”

“It didn’t work.”

“What? No, no, no, no, I’m not in love with _____. No. Nope.”

“Can we go inside now?”

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t you see what you’re doing?”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Do you see those people leaving? Why don’t you join them?”

“I can’t believe you thought I would do that.”

“I think you’re self destructing. And you’re taking me down with you.”

“I thought you realized…”

“Forget it, it doesn’t matter.”

“We’re usually blinded by the people that we love.”

“That’s the best part.”

“There was a huge misunderstanding.”

“I was kidding!”

“I told you a secret, now you tell me one.”

“It’s better this way.”

“We don’t have a lot of options.”

“This isn’t the end. I know it’s not.”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to come.”

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bourgeois is a slur against rich people and it is wealth shaming

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emmavdbilt ;

Sit. Have a drink with me. Perhaps on anyone else the command would have been deemed impertinent in its superiority and dismissed with an exaggerated eye roll and a well-placed hiss elicited between painted lips, yet on Lucas, it was a demand laced with florets and could be thus described as endearing. Hesitation curled within her skeletal as Emma realized she was the intended recipient, a command which called for an abrupt halt to heeled footfalls through the crowded bar. Lips tugged upwards in a minuscule grin, figure curving in his direction as she redirected her path toward his place of rest. 

“For you, it’s the pleasure of my company…” The tip of Emma’s tongue was poised upon the backside of opalescent teeth as she trailed off, aureate curls brushing lightly against the curve of her shoulder as her head was cocked slightly to one side. In the company of any other, Emma’s arrogance was far more subtle; she had found that being within the presence of the likes of Lucas Deveraux were quick to pull a satirical vainglory from her bones. “What’s in it for me?”

One could say the girl brought less answers and more questions, her saccharine sweetened demeanour only masking what one could call enigmatic. She, a riffling hurricane, destruction in her wake as the world quakes with every steady step. It was this fact alone that drew Lucas in, that arose curiosity from the pit of his stomach. As if she’d lit a match, a flame that harboured the desire to know more. Each word spun like gold that exits his mouth she handles, every cocked brow she feigns. Checkmate. Hollowed out laughter, that of a golden boy gone wrong, lingers in the thickened air between them as his gaze studies her if only for a moment. “The pleasure of your company?” As if their presence could be used as mere bartering chips, they’ve rolled the dice a time or two and the results of luck were never in their favour. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were about as modest as the rest of us.” Hands gesture towards the crowds before bringing his fingers through crown of flaxen locks. 

It’s for her that he manages to close proximity within an easy stride. “Oh, just the usual of course. Fun, although one might argue at what cost?” Digits stroke his chin, faux train of thought allowing room for intrigue as gaze meets that of the girls own before he continues. Lucas Deveraux, a constant facade and yet the mask he wore he wore well. “Then again, you’d know better than I. Wouldn’t you?” She wore decadence well and it would’ve taken armies for the boy not to notice. He feigns from haughty front in exchange for a mere grin, mischief lingering within the corners of his eyes as the lights continue to glimmer. “C’mon, Em. It could be worse.”