#ft. thursdaygrl

[myplutoisms]

closed starter — for @thursdaygrl, from here!

song: please please please, sabrina carpenter. muse: feyre laurel, 29, cis woman, pansexual.

── "listen, if you wanna go and be stupid?" feyre's expression has twisted into something more dangerous than usual — not that she's ever shied away from showing the full extent of her emotions, from one extreme to the other. "don't do it in front of me." one hand is thrown up from where it'd previously been planted on her hip, and she turns her back on them, walking a few paces down the hallway before wheeling around again, jabbing a finger in the space between them. "i knew it; i knew this would happen!" her voice shifts in octave, head shaking. she's pleading, but it doesn't really come across that way; it's more of a threat than anything else. "please, please, please don't prove me right."

[littlcfreaks-archive]

@thursdaygrl

"oh - yeah. exactly what i've dreamt of my whole life," sarcasm dripped from her words as her arms crossed over her chest, to show just how unhappy she was, "now this is what i call true romance."

[myplutoisms]

── "...wait, what?" birdie stops in her tracks where the two of them had been walking, fingers wrapping a little tighter around the straps over her shoulders. they weren't really walking towards anywhere specific; she'd just wanted to walk, walk and talk, clear her head after insomnia had struck. she hadn't expected this to be the starting point of conversation, though, and is now eyeing her friend with... some mix of concern and disdain. she doesn't take criticism well. "well, you're not an idiot," she clarifies, head shaking, head tipped to try and maintain their eye contact. "i mean. you're one of my favorite people. what'd i do to make you feel like that?"

closed starter for @myplutoisms from here inspiration: #71 head over heels by tears for fears

"i don't want this to come out the wrong way, but sometimes when we're talking i feel like i have no idea what i'm doing. i feel like an idiot."

[heartintact]

for @thursdaygrl !!!

“I lied.” Involuntarily, he braced himself for Quinn’s reaction, for her to suggest he’d been waiting an awful amount of time to come clean. In his defense, he’d never intended to share the truth with her. “When I said I’d done this before. That was fuckin’ bullshit. I haven’t.” An immature move on his part, scoffing and bragging about made-up encounters when the brunette had the audacity to point out how nervous he’d seem. It was easy to pretend then, in the front seat of his car, with her warm weight over his lap, but reality hit him now that they'd actually made it back to her place, her frame the one thing he couldn’t stop staring at.

[screamiingsiilence]

status: closed

pairing: lola & grayson

with: @thursdaygrl

"as i said before," stated lola through gritted teeth," you are all dismissed, get some rest and be here tomorrow at eight sharp." even though she was speaking to the dancers, her gaze was directed to her left. grayson had been a thorn in her side ever since he had shown up. they had been running through the same number for the past two hours and she could see the exhaustion. she allowed herself to lean against the mirrors and watched each of them file out. some of them talking amongst themselves and she knew a group was probably going to the bar down the street. once it was just the two of them, she let her arms cross," so are you determined to run them into the ground or do you just love disagreeing with me?"

[blcssom]

closed for @thursdaygrl

"actually, wait—" it's counterintuitive to stop someone's lips from kissing that particular spot on her neck, but still her hands brace at their shoulders. "we can still go back to just being friends if the 'with benefits' part doesn't work out, right? like.... it won't be weird?"

[attitvdes]

starter for ﹕@thursdaygrl

plotline ﹕let me take care of you from here

muse ﹕shiloh madden

"do you need a hand with that?" he asked on a chuckle, nodding towards the large bale of hay she was currently pulling towards the barn. his work gloves hung from the back pocket of his worn wranglers, about to continue his day of work after a quick lunch break. "i mean... you did sort of hire me for this type of work, didn't you?" shiloh's lips formed in a cocky smirk, before tilting his head to the side. he'd been doing ranch work since he was a kid, his body perfectly conditioned to carry the bale for her. with all his experience he wanted nothing more than to help her ranch succeed, and was more than willing to help her get there. shiloh closed the distance between them as he pulled on his gloves, stopping once he stood about a foot in front of her. "let go," he demanded and looked down at her from where he towered over her.

[lavndrrhaze]

a closed starter for @thursdaygrl [ inspiration, bc asher is just a dumb boy & she's so damn pretty. iykyk ]

" you're really going to try and convince me you put that dress on with him in mind? " unwittingly gawking at her the entire night, other than to shoot daggers at his frat brother whose arm she was hanging off of, until she was finally stepping away. so maybe he had been a little dumb in assuming evie was going with him, it felt unspoken, who else would they want to go with? and then ' his friend ' was asking if he could ask her, and being the 'cool guy' he is, asher said no problem - thinking it to be no problem. until he got news of evie's 'yes'. it was so trivial, so high school, and yet, it had been so bothering him for the past few days. but tonight? it felt like torture. the nervous twist of his stomach every time blue eyes were graced with the sight of her, the cut of her dress drawing him in like some starved dog left out in the dog house. it was not his proudest, nor strongest moment. just the two of them alone for the first time in days, asher having excused himself just strides after evie, to follow down the hall asthe other voices faded into indistinguishable chatter behind them; his own last-minute 'date' left along with the group. " c'mon, i might not be the brightest but i wasn't born yesterday. you look way too good to be here with that asshole, if i'd realized you'd entertain the offer i would have warned you first, i just thought - " thought you wouldn't want to go with anyone but me? pathetic ash, pull it together. " - i didn't think he was your type, and he sure as hell ain't the type to ever deserve someone like you, let alone breathe the same air. don't tell me you're actually ... into him or anything. "

[jawbrkrs]

"  I  mean  —  how  would  you  feel  about  going  to  a  baseball  game  next  weekend  with  me  . . . and  mateo  ?  I  mean  unless  you  don't  want  to  then  I  totally  get  that.  no  pressure.  "  she  did  her  best  not  to  stumble  over  her  words  ,  though  her  nerves  were  clearly  on  edge. 

@thursdaygrl

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

status: closed

pairing: grace & rosalie

with: @thursdaygrl

"i'm ready," stated grace the moment that the kiss broke. she had been gone for what felt like forever. of course her work did mean a lot of travel which was why it had taken so long. she had no idea if rosalie even still wanted her. she couldn't have blamed her but she merely wanted one last kiss," i just-i get it if you don't want this or me, if you've found someone else." it wouldn't have surprised her but she just had to make her feelings be known," i know it wasn't fair for me to ask you to wait and that i should have dealt with my feelings before this but i never thought i'd find someone so fast."

[fvlsegcds]

closed starter for @thursdaygrl

[ text ] from oliver → can i see you?

this had to be a joke… whoever had his number now must have been sick of her desperate texts to a number that was never meant to text back. but she was staring at the words sent just a minute ago, blue eyes wide while the other hand was clutched around the vodka soda she'd ordered as soon as sitting down. "what the fuck…" confused words slipping from pink lips, brows knitted, and a part of her wondered if she'd graduated from slightly delusional to full-blown crazy and was now vividly imagining things. imagining the impossible. finally bringing the glass to her lips, ellie swallow down a large gulp, before focusing her attention back on those four little words. can i see you… what was he talking about? it'd been years, and even worse, they had countless miles between them.

[ text ] from elliana → what do you mean see me...? [ text ] from elliana → this is oliver, right? please don't be fucking with me or something.

sending the first two with jittery fingers, a nervous gnawing on her full lower lip as her drink found its way in front of her again. reaching to twirl the straw within the glass, for once distracted enough to let the alcohol and busy buzz of the bar she was sat at blur into the background. instead, hyperfocused, waiting for those three dots to appear even if it had been less than a minute. god, she really was fucked. and impatient.

[ text ] from elliana → can i call you?

[jawbrkrs]

𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬  no  longer  an  option  when  they  both  knew  carmen  would  do  everything  in  her  power  to  keep  her  near.  letting  her  slip  away  the  first  time  was  her  biggest  mistake  ,  and  going  through  that  again  was  bound  to  take  her  out  completely  .  watching  her  face  ,  her  own  smile  formed  ,  mischievous  ideas  buzzed  through  her  mind.  “  i  can  be  good  at  distracting.  "  a  faux  tone  infused  with  innocence  into  her  voice  that  belied  the  heated  flush  creeping  onto  her  cheeks.  if  that  was  enough  to  get  her  worked  up  she  couldn't  imagine  how  she  would  feel  if  things  progressed.  "  maybe  I  should  tie  you  up  this  time  so  you  can't  go  anywhere.  "  a  playful  tease  as  she  tugs  on  her  hands  softly  until  her  body  is  pressed  to  hers  ,  like  old  times  .  "  I  think  I  can  help  you  get  your  mind  off  of  things  for  a  minute  .  "  delicate hand moves to rest on her hip , thumb caressing a bit of exposed skin.  

we can do this together. it was hard for lucky to even let herself consider meaning those words. how could that be true, when she'd spent all this time trying to shield her from her mistakes? would it be selfish to let her take this on too, if she didn't have to? at this point, with cards on the table, lucky knew she didn't have a choice anymore. carmen wasn't going to let her keep running from this. from them. lucky's brows furrowed, a touch of skeptism clear in her expression, but she didn't resist, reaching out for one of her hands slowly to squeeze it in her own. "i could use a distraction." she admitted, a sly smile working onto her face. "all of this shit has taken over my life... and i've missed you for more reasons than that, but i'd give anything to stop thinking abut all this bullshit, even for just a second." she admitted, coming a little closer while she lifted both their hands, her lips pressing gently against carmen's fingers.

[heartintact]

closed for @thursdaygrl !!

“You’re really fucking hot.” His nature was simple; straight-forward, never one to miss a chance to get what he wanted. Right now, what he wanted was to make the pretty blonde in front of his blush, figure out what she’d look when he got his hands on her. Unfortunately, the people around them got in the way of that ideal, leaving him to lean down to ask in pretend secrecy. “Remind me how come we’ve never met before?”

[persephonyed]

closed starter for @thursdaygrl ft. margot + grayson !

"oh no, you'll want to avoid those," margot gestured to the cookies he was about to pick up, "they're deceptively terrible. i don't mean to talk poorly about someone's hard work, but," the girl gramaced, "trust me."

[blcssom]

closed for @thursdaygrl ft. roland ashmore

"darling.... i was up all night thinking of a kinder way to phrase this, but i'm sorry to say i came up short so i'll just tell you outright: i'm not sure you have what it takes."

[misaligncd]

wyatt had done his best to attempt to let her go. it was something that he had never dreamed he would have to do. especially since the only thing he truly wanted was for her to be happy. if that meant that she would be happy with someone that wasn't him, so be it. nothing could have prepared him for the sight of her. he hadn't even been sure that he would ever see her again. it was clear to him that she had been crying. he wanted to cross the diner to pull her into his arms. though he wasn't sure if that would be the right move. that was why he didn't dare move an inch from where he stood," i'm sorry," he breathed, not knowing what to say next," but i'm glad you didn't make some sort of mistake." he wanted her to so badly admit that he was the reason but he wasn't that selfish," are you...okay?"

it was as if she was a zombie walking from the moment she finally told her fiancé that she couldn't do it. a first look that went from a sweet moment to the realisation finally setting in for bea that she didn't love him, that she couldn't pretend for the rest of her life. maybe it was fate that brought her to the diner or maybe it was memories of times she'd spent there with wyatt, but as she pushed the door open she swore the sight of him felt like a mirage. she was exhausted, she'd been driving and crying for hours, her phone locked in the glove compartment and turned off. she blinked at first, taking him in as she rolled her shoulders back and tried to be some semblance of her usual self. "no... turns out maybe i couldn't marry a man i didn't love."