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[atvrvxia]

&. @riawritcs​

         ARTHUR WAS certainly enjoying winning their little bet. he absolutely loved making up the randomest shit and spouting it out in class, with everyone being confused that catherine fitzgerald was doing nothing to counter it. of course, once class was over and they step foot outside the classroom, then the bet no longer applied. “you know i really don’t care if you think i’m wrong for claiming that the moon landing was faked,” he stated. of course he really didn’t think that the moon landing was faked, but he had looked up a bunch of conspiracy theories and would just claim them as fact just to get a reaction out of her. 

[drcplets]

“i’m never going on a date again,” oliver walked into his friends apartment and started speaking as soon as he laid eyes on them. “remind me of that the next time i tell you i think i’ve met the love of my life, because he or she will most certainly not be.” he kicked off his shoes and flopped down onto their couch, a sigh heaved to follow. “i should just delete tinder all together, i should just accept the fact that i’m going to be alone because every person i ever meet just annoys me. i’m too picky, i shouldn’t even be allowed out of the house.” he was just whining now, but it felt kind of good to vent. “i guess i should ask you how your day was, huh?” he glanced over at his friend who he hadn’t even really said hi to. “are you hungry? i could make food.” he always cooked when he wanted to take his mind off of something, and this was no exception. @riawritcs​ / based

[valcntinos]

zain felt someone shift beside him and turned around— more so out of habit than actual annoyance. apologies tumbled from the other’s mouth instantly, which he shrugged off with practiced ease. sure, he wasn’t fond of people invading his personal space but what on earth could one possibly expect in this shitshow of an event? or any other shindig in d.c. thoroughly uninterested in getting embroiled in further conversation with the man before him, he looks past him to focus on anything else. somebody else, a few steps behind, caught his eye. naaz. who both made these events all the more insufferable, as well as somewhat bearable, at the same time. not that he’d admit the latter to her; that would give her far too much credit than he was willing to do so. zain excused himself from the gentleman to join her and the rest of the folk she was surrounded with. “ now there’s a face i haven’t seen in a long while, ” he greeted her boss with a broad smile, deeming that to be less of an embarrassment to his person than specifically zeroing in on naaz, herself. @riawritcs​

[finelinc]

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i only just started writing with you but i absolutely adore your energy and your writing ! like dead ass, so adorable, so lively. i’m so so so so excited to see where our threads go !

[futiledevics]

CLOSED FOR : @riawritcs​ ( lowkey based on this )

walk away , it wasn’t the first time she had heard it and certainly would not be the last . the two words , the implications sit on repeat. she knows sooner or later one of them will crack , something will be bad enough to enforce the separation that they so strongly desired but alessandra was too stubborn to budge . if she did , what else did she have to stand for ? hold onto with every bit of herself .  “ is that it ? “ her words are barely above a whisper , each soaked thick with the remnants of the strange accent she had adopted throughout a lifetime of travel . “ is that what you want ? to turn away and leave ? it isn’t that easy . “

[collcgiates]

--- “motherfucker!” it’s an intense stinging pain in forrest’s leg, the blade of his target’s weapon slicing through his suit and breaking the skin beneath it. ducked and rolled to cover, taking a minute to catch his breath. there’s something off about this job, but forrest can’t put his finger on it. limited file, limited photographs, no surplus of data on this target. but a job’s a job and somebody’s gotta do it. he listens to the footsteps of the other, faint but still audible. when they’re close enough, he leaps from his cover, charging to knock his opponent over and make a dash for his weapon which was knocked away from his reach. //   @riawritcs​

[azaleapaths]

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how exactly did this happen? that was the question running through nora’s eyes as she blinked back at aurelia, the both of them looking at the spare key currently in her hand. she felt like she’d just woken up from a really enjoyable coma, or something. she didn’t recognise her own actions, she wasn’t sure who this person was that embraced moving in with someone who wasn’t a temporary roommate. at least her girlfriend looked a little unsettled too. “this is so weird.” she said, forging a filter as per usual which meant she had to backtrack. “not like, you asking me to move in. that was sick because that means probably not sleeping on an air mattress because of capitalism but like... it’s just wild, y’know? i’ve never done this shit with anyone before.” she hoped that she knew what she was referring to, otherwise she’d probably just stuck her damn foot in it. “like, who would have thought, right?” she blew air between her lips and then shoved the key into her pocket before she could take it back. 

[wildeycs]

— continued from here / @riawritcs

“and exactly what did you do to deserve that? besides sleeping with me, of course.” theo asked with pure curiosity after laughing at the frank remark from her partner, though he would not mind at all if she did not want to share. they did not have the kind of relationship where they talked about everything and nothing. it was habitual to him, how he kept personal contact to the minimum and on a functional basis. he didn’t necessarily mind learning about others’ lives though, as long as they could provide some form of entertainment after a long day. he titled his head as he watched him, licking his lips in amusement. theo did not have many rules in life, but when a woman that exquisite showed up at his door, it would be quite rude to turn her away. he was a gentleman, after all. “fair enough.” he shrugged as he pushed the door open, “come right in.”

[bostcn]

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𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : backroom of cromswell witch shop

' okay listen... ’, she paused in the middle of the store, stopping both of them in the tracks on their way to the backroom. ‘ this is my sacred space. i do my readings here. some seances here and there. and i’m only doing this because we literally don’t have anywhere else. plus, i did a damn good job on decorating. ’, the blonde explained, fixing her septum piercing in the middle of the sentence. her feet began to lead the way once again and once her hand reached the doorknob, aj stated. ‘ just don’t fuck anything up. ’ the door swung open, revealing their new filming and work area. ‘ what do you think ? ’, she questioned. 

[ssvperboy-aa]

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Usually, Gio found a way to patch himself up. He’d do it or his siblings would do it for him, but sometimes things required going to the hospital, especially when everyone else seemed too busy to help him out. 

Giovanni sat up on the hospital bed, waiting for someone else to walk in and finally treat his stab wound. He’d been stupid this one time, but this was extremely rare for Gio. He usually took really good care of himself.

“Finally,” he muttered at the sound of footsteps. “Is this gonna take long?”

[notoricty]

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   ‘ smile more ! what makes you smile ? ’ ─── and there he was, clear as day. chocolate hues scanned face to face, yet one specifically managed to lock her interest. that same gaze was the reason why she was standing here today, with a title right next to her name. princess sofia ── which would never be let by her younger sister ── definitely rang more bells than she liked to admit. the glitz and glamour of his lifestyle was mostly flash by knowledge, which allowed her growing infatuation towards him to remain true. unlike anyone else. the director’s cut called for a much deserved break after her intense modeling session, allowing a second of downtime in her already hectic life. she popped off the heels from under her before running off set, sighting a more than familiar figure within a short distance. she’s cautious while she approached ( not wanting to rush into any of his business calls ), only to melt into his arms after witnessing his free agenda. “ so, do i even wanna know what they’re sayin’ about me now ? ” a curious inquire fell from between her lips as she looked at him, desperately seeking some sort of comfort of this strenuous situation. “ you can distract me from my phone for how many hours you want, andre, but i think i deserve to know. besides, don’t you know any press is good press ? ” sofia had been used to her name in headlines due to prior relationships, except none came close to the severity of what she faced. easily stated, e v e r y o n e is waiting for a story.

[atvrvxia]

imessage: i've got my boys with me

VIKTOR: i'm bored

VIKTOR: how do you guys feel about an overnight trip?

VIKTOR: like somewhere north where it's quiet

VIKTOR: just us boys ofc

VIKTOR: BOYS NIGHT OUT

[drcplets]

@riawritcs​

colin was in the middle of cooking dinner when there was a knock at the door. he wasn’t expecting anyone, but it could just be one of his neighbors needing a cup of sugar. god, that sounded cliche. he noticed he had a trail as he headed for the door, and he smiled as his daughter clung onto his leg as he swung the door open. “doctor j!” he greeted his daughter’s pediatrician, but then a look of confusion came to his features. “is everything okay?” 

[valcntinos]

listening to his sister-in-law gush over the happy couple at the reception was nauseating. not to mention pitiful, considering the state of her marriage to his brother. “ —nonsense. i give it three months, ” he said. “ we’ll be at the divorce party by autumn. ” never one to mince his words, a rebuttal of this manner was one in the long line of several others that had come before it. and perhaps he was goading her. the first divorce to hit the rothschild family would most certainly be something worthy of witnessing. 

“ we can wage a bet on it if you’d like, jem, ” he offered. though entrapping oneself in that sort of thing with xavier was not a wise move; something she was highly aware of. 

instead, she scoffed at him before turning to the next closest person. an excuse to stop the conversation from venturing down a path she had no interest in treading with her sardonic brother-in-law. “ excuse me— ” she started, an inviting smile covering her features ( while xavier’s own was mocking ). “ could i perhaps take a few minutes of your time, for you to give your opinion on something for me? ”

there was far too much saccharine in that ask for xavier’s liking. nevertheless, he stood waiting for the woman in question to give her answer. whether he would like for her to agree or disagree to getting involved was up for debate. then again, what did he have to lose? @riawritcs​

[smittenhearts-a]

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work was punishing, despite how worthwhile it might’ve been too. working in television was a dream come true, one peyton had worked tirelessly on since before he’d even left school. however, what he hadn’t counted on was falling in love. he realised he wasn’t treating her as well as he should’ve done. he put her on the backburner to his career, and he hadn’t been willing to admit to that, either. he sighs shakily, hopeful that she’ll forgive him for his selfishness. there was ways about everything, if he were only willing to search for the solution. for now though, all he cared about was making sure she knew how important she was to him. “...i brought blankets, takeout, and your favourite movie. i know it won’t fix everything, but it might help?” 

[sinsoakedsaints]

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There was no place for nerves and anxiety in this business, steel will was required to willingly venture into what most would consider a nightmare realm. Whether he did or didn't believe in there being a world beyond this, he was a believer in the power of rage -- how it could trap a soul to a place, even to a person. How it enabled horror to manifest and masquerade as small explainable occurrences.

( Suspicious sounds in attics, the drop of temperature in rooms without reason, the sense of dread that filled a person when venturing into a seemingly innocuous cellar. )

This job felt different, he experienced that same sort of dread the whole drive towards to the house in question -- despite the fact he had only read witness accounts of what went on in there and hadn't actually been to the place yet.

"Hey," He says as he stops at a red light, glancing across the car at present company -- who's presence he was endlessly grateful for in this cold occupation -- and does his best to offer a reassuring smile, "You good?"