#ft. pckdrop

[myplutoisms]

── "desperate would be an understatement." rune doesn't manage to dampen any of his disdain where ezra is concerned, even as the door is opened wider and the blonde presses through it, wrapping an arm under his shoulders to replace the support of the doorframe. really, truly, he'd expected the door to close in his face. and he'd be fine if that happened; he heals, after all. but whatever the hunters had shot him with (many times, several times, his torso was littered with slowly-closing holes) was messing with his healing factor, keeping it from taking full effect. "i made it this far, across the city. i can make it another ten feet." petulant, whiny, ever-frustrating, but nevertheless he accepts the assist and makes his way through the door and into the living room, beelining for the sofa. he'll stain it but doesn't seem to care as he separates himself from ezra's side and begins peeling his jacket away from his chest, pushing it back and off of his shoulders with some effort. "you're alone?" he asks as an afterthought, once the jacket has been dropped off into the floor and he can take the opportunity to sag onto the couch, eyebrow raised. he's asking about ezra's ever-hopeful friend, of course, the self-labeled hero.

rune was probably one of the last people ezra expected to see the moment his door opened, especially not in this current state. his mouth remained agape as his eyes scanned the other over, assessing the visible damage. there was the momentary temptation to close the door, leaving the other to whatever finality may meet him. but, the healer’s morals were quick to kick in and sway him toward better judgment. “you must’ve been pretty desperate if you thought to come to me of all people.” the two had been at odds by association, the witch taking on the role of unofficial sidekick to his best friend who aimed to be the hero of the underground supernatural world of the city. “do you think you can make it into the living room so i can properly look you over?” the words came after a moment of suffocating silence. without an answer, ezra still stepped forward and wrapped an arm around rune’s arm for added support.

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continued from here ( @pckdrop )

Silence. That was all Jamie could muster right now while Nathaniel tried to explain his case for showing up out of the blue. For a fleeting moment, he felt sorry for his ex for not knowing where else to go while it poured down rain, but it came and went faster than he could blink. “You really have some nerve showing up here like you didn’t just leave me without a single word three months ago.” Jamie wondered why Nathaniel was even here in the first place, what could’ve caused him to run right back to him when he could’ve just gone home. It wasn’t like he didn’t live that far away. However, when Jamie looked into the other’s eyes, he felt as if he were staring into the darkest void of space. That if he looked for too long, he would be just as lost as his ex was. The unshed tears caught his attention, too — briefly causing his heart to ache in a way only Nathaniel could make it do. “Why?” Jamie finally asked, dreading his answer.

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter for @pckdrop // ft. taylor hayward. plot: based on this.

taylor took in a sharp breath as the other sat on his lap, not expecting the action in the slightest. his hands automatically held their hips – though, whether it was for their stability or his own was up for debate – a questioning look in his eyes. they’d been close before, but not this close. and, it certainly didn’t help that he had a stupid crush on them. “what are you doing?” he breathed out, jaw tightening as his mouth dried. he was far too away of the contact between them. his hold on them grew just a bit stronger just to stop himself from moving them against himself.

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter for @pckdrop // ft. garrett lovewell. plot: based on this.

garrett didn’t even care that his team had just lost the superbowl – he still had adrenaline running through his system. it was an amazingly close game and he’d always admired the other team, especially their quarterback. honestly, he was just honored to have played the superbowl against them more than anything. he ran over to the quarterback to congratulate them, taking their face into his hands and placing a kiss to their lips. he hadn’t thought about it. he just did it. but, that was typical garrett behavior. he tried to play it off with a wide smile. “you’re amazing, man. really, you deserve this.”

[introvrt]

── "what— no, no of course not." her words are coming out all wrong, she knows that. she's grateful for the honesty, for brandon fully fessing up and telling her the truth, that much is clear in the look on her face. but that doesn't mean she's any better at addressing it, at giving him the answer that he's looking for. he offers to pretend that this never happened, that he'd never opened up, and odessa can't help the small laugh, the shake of her head — because she does that when she's nervous: laugh. "no, no i don't want to... pretend, you know? i'm glad you told me, seriously." she hopes this sounds as sincere as it is; because despite everything, despite the awkwardness, she is glad. he continues, finishes with a question, and that's when she chimes in with the, "of course not," an earnest and quick answer, shifting where she sits to fully face him. "you're... you're amazing, are you crazy?" her brows are knit over her eyes and her knees pull together, sheltering herself as she tries to come up with the words. the right words, this time. "it's not a bad thing, none of this is a bad thing, it'll just... take some getting used to. it's— i mean, it's not bad, but it's scary, right?" she doesn't know if he shares this, this fear of change that she's struggled with her whole life, but if he's being honest then she wants to be, too.

despite the words that left odessa, it was difficult for brandon to truly believe them. the uncomfortable silence that had settled between the two before he decided to voice his thoughts was proof enough to him that there had been a shift between them since he had decided to confess his feelings toward her. he knew from the start that it came with the risk of ruining things, but he hadn’t been fully mentally prepared for any actual changes. “we’re still the same us, but i’m not sure i’m the same me anymore…” it was quite a dramatic statement, but it was true. there were a lot of unspoken questions and doubts that were weighing him down, preventing him from truly being the same carefree individual he usually was. the sudden contact between them was simple in the form of a bump of her knee against his thigh, but it still caused his heart to jolt. his brows knitted together in confusion as his gaze locked with hers, “it… freaked you out?” he repeated her statement. “i promise that wasn’t my intention or anything, i just knew that i probably wouldn’t be able to keep it to myself for much longer without it blowing up in my face. but, we can pretend it didn’t happen if that will make you feel better.” maybe ignorance would make things go back to semi-normal. “although, i feel like i have to ask… is me liking you really such a horrible thing? am i that bad?”

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter ft. ben solo // @pckdrop @conlvbrisa @drnkdazed

"please," he said softly, his breath shaking. "end me now while you can. there's so much i've done... i can't take any of it back. there's no way for me to right the wrongs i've made," he continued, silent tears slipping down his cheeks.

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter ft. tyler // @pckdrop @conlvbrisa @drnkdazed

tyler sat in a bath that had gone cold a while ago, arms wrapped around his legs as he buried his head into his knees. he heard the door click open, shifting just slightly to look up at the other with red-lined eyes. "what are you doing here? d-don't come in," he weakly said, moving again to hide his face.

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter for @pckdrop // ft. trevor t

"i never thought i would turn out to be so fake, becoming the one thing that i hate the most -- more than i hate reptiles."

[littlcfreaks-archive]

"when you give me a good reason to not push you away." you could read this as never, but the fact was, lucian was already struggling; he always did. he always struggled to withhold feelings once they were there, but he couldn't let himself show them either, "never said you had to force shit down, but you get what you get from me."

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ a closed starter for @sakurapizza.

“when are you going to stop pushing me away? i don’t know how much more of this i can handle. i’m sick and tired of forcing my feelings for you down.”

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter for @pckdrop // ft. nancy wheeler ! plot: stacy walks in on steve and nancy in a seemingly precarious situation.

nancy wasn’t usually a clutz. in fact, she made sure she never was. but, that didn’t change that steve had bad footing himself, tripping over god knows what and falling on top of nancy. “steve, what the hell?” she said, a huff escaping her. as she pushed at him to get off, her eyes made contact with his sister’s. before she could say or do anything, stacy had turned and walked off. and though nancy didn’t admit her budding feelings to the other, she panicked as if she had. she didn’t want stacy thinking she was back with steve, possibly ruining any potential they had. she quickly scrabbled up, running after stacy and taking her wrist in hand. “it isn’t what it looks like! i wasn’t doing ANYTHING with him,” she said as if the other would care — as if she had feelings for nancy too. “i don’t like him. like at all in that way.”

[strongxsurvivors]

[ KISS ]: after having kissed the receiver, the sender gently rests their forehead against theirs, still holding them as they do so. // ft. colton and grant

a gentle chuckle escaped grant as they parted from their kiss. "you always have a way of surprising me," he said softly, playfully brushing his nose against colton's while their foreheads connected. "but," he continued, his smile turning a bit more sly. he glanced behind the other before wetting his lips. "the camera's are still on and we're kind of right in front of them," he whispered, biting down on his lip to stop himself from laughing. "not sure if it's a live one or not. so, i think right now is a really good time to ask you if you're okay with being very open about our relationship." @pckdrop

[strongxsurvivors]

[ STUBBORN ]: thoroughly exasperated by the receiver’s stubbornness, the sender exasperatedly, but fondly, pulls them in for a good old forehead touch. // ft. xander and vance

vance was up early once more -- going on over a week up getting up at an ungodly hour to sim. he was making it a habit to sim in the morning, exercise, do whatever, and end the day with simming again. he was tired of letting his team down, and even more tired of letting xander down in the process. but, it was wearing him down -- obvious in his limited energy for conversation and the dark circles under his eyes. he was in the middle of an argument with xander about his persistent behaviour when the other pulled vance close. it worked well enough to shut him up, vance taking a deep breath as he looked down at the other. "if i come back to bed with you, will you be happy?" he finally relented. "i don't want you to be stuck on a 'loser' team because of me and be forced to go somewhere else. having you there gives me something to look forward to." @pckdrop

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter for @pckdrop @drnkdazed @conlvbrisa // ft. conrad.

a heavy sigh escaped conrad as he pulled himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. every time he'd been ordered by the other, he grew more and more attached -- something he'd never experienced before but feared. it interfered with his work and threatened to ruin him. "i think we have to stop this," he said softly, choosing to stare out the suite's large windows instead of the other. "i can forward some numbers to you that can take care of you just the same."

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter for @pckdrop // ft. bryson and caleb

caleb was still on shaky legs from a hit that left him breathless earlier in the game. and while he thought he'd been managing his anxiety rather well recently, it felt as if all that work came crumbling down as the game finally came to an end -- a loss he couldn't care less about. he sought out the glacier's locker room, asking one of the staff to bring bryson to him. the moment he saw the other, he reached out to take the man's hand in his own. "i don't know if i can do this anymore, bry. i think i need a break or something. an early retirement," he rattled off, breathing a bit uneven.

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter ft. bentley // @pckdrop @conlvbrisa @drnkdazed

a heavy sigh escaped him. "i don't want to be what distracts you from your career or what you want to achieve," he said, fingers fidgeting. "i come with a lot and i know what it's like to lose what you thought you were meant to do. i wouldn't ever forgive myself if i'm the reason something like that happens for you."

[strongxsurvivors]

closed starter ft. jude // @pckdrop @conlvbrisa @drnkdazed

he placed a careful hand on their back, their touch gentle and light. "what did they do to you? you tell me. who are they and where can i find them? i'll make sure they'll never do it again."