#missmvrder

[sunliights]

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"you know," summer muttered, giving her friend a rather pointed look. she wasn't expecting it to feel the way it had and that was perhaps why words failed her. "like... that! like you really mean it."

[ofdisregard]

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Adelaine’s gasp hitched, sharp and uneven, as the deliberate movement of his hands sent shockwaves through her already frazzled nerves. Her thighs quivered, pressing tight against his hips in a desperate bid to anchor herself, though it did nothing to stifle the raw sensitivity that coursed through her.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a fleeting moment, but his command pulled her back into focus, her lashes lifting to reveal glassy, desperate hues. The intensity of his gaze unraveled her further, exposing the fragile thread of composure she clung to. ❝I—❞ The words faltered on her tongue as his thumb grazed her nipple, stealing her breath and replacing it with a soft, trembling cry.

The flick of his thumb against her swollen nub shattered what remained of her resolve. She twitched, her entire body responding to the sharp, electrifying sensation, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. Her lips parted to protest, to plead, but his next move silenced her entirely—his thumb brushing against her lips, tasting her desperation as easily as if he’d drawn it from her soul.

❝I—❞ Her voice was a broken whisper, her nails clawing at his shoulders as she trembled against him. ❝I’m trying—❞ Her hips shifted of their own accord, chasing even the faintest bit of relief from the unbearable tension coiled within her.

But then his words struck her, the weight of good girl settling over her like a velvet chain. Her breath hitched again, her lip trembling as she looked up at him, utterly undone. ❝I—Please—❞ The tearful, ragged plea left her lips, her voice cracking under the sheer weight of her need. ❝I want to, but… it’s too much. I need you.❞ The confession spilled forth, raw and unrestrained, her body shuddering as she surrendered completely to him.

[scmethingsweet]

❝ You know you're terrible at pretending like you've not been watching me for the past twenty minutes. ❞

|| Closed Starter || @missmvrder ||

[kiillerqueen]

Logan knows that today is suppose to be a good day , but he can't help but be distracted by the unfamiliar face. His first thought had been to question when Celia started keeping secrets from him. Something he knew he'd question his baby sister on later. For now his focus is on the male. " Don't bother to tell me your name because I don't care to learn it. What I do care to know his your intentions with my sister. " Logan hadn't even taken the time to introduce himself , but he is damn sure that Celia has warned the male about him. || @missmvrder ||

[isolatednights]

continued from HERE ( @missmvrder )

roman expected some sort of greeting, but nothing nearly as enthusiastic as he's given, and the man can't help but chuckle because of it. "we're back," he confirms. it's a promise they make each time they're forced to go off on business - that they'll come back to her. "could've slept in a proper bed while waiting for us instead. would've been way more comfortable." a large hand smooths over her spine once - twice - before she drawing away and roman finds himself joining her in glancing over her shoulder at asher.

perhaps he's still too lost within his own head and that's why he fails to offer a proper greeting like roman had - and it takes the soft call of dilara to draw him back out again. flashing her a weary smile, asher pads across the space to lean over the back of the couch and give her shoulder a gentle squeeze in greeting. "i'm fine doll. was just a long night. everything alright without us tonight?"

[blindspct]

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first and foremost, the last thing that michael should be doing was drinking himself to the point where he felt like it was a good idea to snatch the microphone mid song from the wedding singer. secondly, he was definitely going to regret this in the morning. "hey," he started, his voice slightly slurred, "hey! there's, ya know, something i want to say." he added and took a healthy gulp of the bourbon in his glass as his eyes met his best friend's, "i just wanted you to know that i'm happy for the two of ya. real, real happy," he paused, a small shake of his head following, "but i don't think i'm as happy as i would have been if you would've chosen me. gotta say, it hurts to be a second choice right now. i guess this is also a hell of a time to admit i'm in love with you too, huh?"

[twistedthings]

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Devo's head tilted as he leaned against the glass door of the cooler he was holding open to look at the assortments of drinks the gas station had when some noisy locals came in talking loudly about the recent murders. His brown eyes met the others and he furrowed his brow to silently ask if they were hearing the same crazy story he was before the locals walked away and Devon grabbed a ginger ale before moving over to where the other was. "Did you hear all that? Fuckin' weird, man. A whole family dead with no known cause of death? Weird." Sure there were plenty of things that could kill people without leaving a trace but for a whole family to be killed was strange.

[analoghorrors]

closed with. @missmvrder, eleanor and character of your choice information. based on this in which the dead have started roaming the universe, eating anyone they can find and creating more of them. eleanor tried to make it on her own for the first time and ended up getting badly hurt. while trying to find help, she ends up on your character's front door.. this post was made using beta editor

leaving the comfort of her village had been a conscious decision that she was proud of, believe it or not. eleanor was confident in her ability to stay alive and to kill in order to protect herself. the villagers had always been close-knit and in an end-of-the-world scenario, they became even more protective of each other. they learned to fight, learned to survive, learned to adapt together.. but eleanor was tired of living within the protection of the walls. she just wanted to know she could survive on her own.

the first few days proved to be easy enough- she found shelter, ate some of the canned goods she packed in her bag and caught up on her reading. there were a lot less zombies in the area than she expected. it gave her a great sense of confidence and accomplishment.. but then the fifth night came. eleanor awoke to the sound of scratching on the shed's door; one of the lessons she had seemingly forgot was to never let herself get trapped.

her heart is pounding so hard that it overtakes the sound of the scratching. she begins packing up her things, careful not to make too much noise. with an axe in hand, eleanor prepares to exit the shed with force. the zombie is knocked back, giving her time to decapitate it. just as she's about to celebrate, twigs start to snap and she quickly realizes that she's about to be surrounded by the undead— how so many had managed to creep up on her would be a question that has to remain unanswered. the femme sprints towards the first opening she sees. unfortunately for her, she failed to see the edge of a cliff through all of the trees and bushes.

the stumble knocks the wind completely out of her. eleanor knows all too well that this can't be her final resting spot; who knows if the zombies would follow her down. she continues onward for as long as she can but the longer she limps, the weaker she gets. eventually eleanor collapses at the end of what seems to be a rocky driveway.

the world blurs. is this it? what if the zombies were right behind her? she has to get up. eleanor's mind races for a few minutes before it quiets as she passes out from the pain and shock..

[touchbased]

muse: talita roberio. late twenties. manager at a dying clothing store and occasional uber driver. impulsive, reckless, prone to crying when she faces the consequences of her own actions. open to: m/f/nb based (on the second bullet).

"i just want to forget, you know?" tone is no doubt more whiny, more desperate than she'd normaly like, but what's a girl to do when she's just been dumped? when she's convinced the only person on the planet able to make her feel better is seemingly hesitant? "please, make me forget." / @missmvrder

[heartflt]

♡ closed starter for @missmvrder based on this post.

when theo snaps out of his shock, he clears his throat and steps aside, gesturing her inside. "please? you need to get out of that. it's freezing. maybe i can make you some coffee," he manages to offer without acknowledging the confusion of seeing her again.

[svftlove-a]

@missmvrder based on. ♥

"i know it's late, and i probably should've called. " words escape plump petals in a low murmur, honeyed hues glancing up to meet the familiarty of his gaze. desire is building steadily within her, an electric current that seems to hum in the air between them. "but i needed to see you."

[sunliights]

a continuation from here for @missmvrder

lula found herself staring at juniper, trying to decipher if she was some cruel mirage her mind had conjured up. she'd been entirely confused when she'd left the crash site and it wouldn't surprise her if that hadn't eased off giving the unsettling conditions she'd been surviving in. "i'm — i'm fine," it came out with a laugh of disbelief. since beyond being a little bashed, bruised and hungry she was actually okay. better than some people she'd seen at the site of the crash. she couldn't stop herself from moving closer again, having to reach for juniper to touch her to ensure that she was real. "how are you? are you okay?"

[ofdisregard]

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Dominic stilled at her words, the soft crackle of the fire the only sound between them. For a moment, he didn’t respond, letting the silence stretch, heavy and almost suffocating. Then he exhaled, a rough, uneven sound that spoke of frustration and something deeper, something softer he didn’t know how to articulate.

❝You think you slow me down?❞ he finally said, his gravelly tone edged with disbelief. He pushed off the truck, stepping closer to her. The firelight caught on the sharp lines of his face, softening them just enough to make the intensity of his gaze bearable. ❝If I thought you were a liability, you’d already be gone.❞

It wasn’t the most comforting thing to say, but Dominic didn’t do comforting. What he did do—what he was trying to do—was remind her of the truth.

❝Soft doesn’t entirely mean weak, Alara.❞ His voice dropped, quieter now, almost too quiet to hear. ❝This world’s hard enough. The way I see it, you’re not slowing me down—you’re keeping me alive in your own way.❞

He shifted, crouching again to adjust a log in the fire, his movements deliberately slow. He wasn’t great at vulnerability, but he wasn’t going to let her spiral into some guilt-laden pit either.

❝And for the record,❞ he added, his voice lifting just a little as he glanced at her, the faintest smirk curling his lips, ❝if you even try to find yourself another camp, I’ll drag your ass back myself. No one out here’s gonna look out for you like I do.❞

It was blunt, almost harsh, but the weight behind his words made it clear: she wasn’t a burden, not to him. Not ever.

[scmethingsweet]

❝ You're our guest so you shouldn't be out here. Plus shouldn't you be with Celia? I'm sure she will be showing you off to her friends soon enough. ❞

|| Closed Starter || @missmvrder ||

[kiillerqueen]

" Did you get tired of the big city life? " Gill laughs awkwardly as he unexpectly runs into his ex. || @missmvrder ||

[waveofstars]

@missmvrder | devin & amelia

Morning shift at the local garage, on call at the motel all night. Work didn't seem to end for Devin ever since he got out. That felt good to him. It kept his hands and mind busy; it gave him a purpose. His mother liked to think it was him punishing himself, but he didn't want to think like that even if it was the truth.

Like most nights, he was exhausted. Fingers were sore, still stained with black oil that felt too impossible to scrub off. He stood outside his room at the motel and smoked a cigarette instead of sinking into bed. He wandered to the ice machine with a small empty bucket and attempted to retrieve ice. It sputtered out a noise and only gave a few cubes. He cursed under his breath and bashed his fist against the top. He had just fixed the damned thing. He heard footsteps approaching behind him as he gave it another smack. "Sorry," he grumbled, cigarette at the side of his lips. "This thing has a temper." Finally, it sprung back to life. He stepped back to let the guest get their share of ice and blew smoke in the opposite direction. Before he could get another word out, his eyes met hers and he was suddenly thrown back to a time almost forgotten. Devin stood there like a damn ghost, unmoving and silent. It was her.