#thoroughfvre

[julybloom]

he listened to his words, the weight of their significance hanging in the air. the caution in wyatt's approach mirrored the careful dance they had been navigating around the expectations set by beau's parents. as he spoke about the perceptions and assumptions, he couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration at the external pressures threatening to dictate their relationship. his gaze met his, and he could sense the vulnerability in the touch of Wyatt's hand on his knee. the homme appreciated his honesty, his reluctance to impose his own desires on his choices. the complexity of the situation weighed on both of them, and the homme understood the gravity of his concerns. "i know they see it that way," beau began, his voice steady and resolute. ''but i don't. you're not just some rebellious act for me. i've chosen to be with you because i want to. not to prove a point or make a statement. i see something in you that goes beyond what my parents can understand." he reached for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "i've never been one to follow their rules blindly. i've always questioned their expectations. and with you, it feels right, despite what they might think." he took a deep breath, searching wyatt's eyes. "as for giving up everythin - it's not a sacrifice if it's for something you truly want. i don't want to live my life confined by their expectations. i want to make my own choices, and that includes being with you." his gaze held a determination as he continued, "you're worth it. i've never felt this way about anyone. i won't let their misconceptions dictate our happiness. so, yes, i'm certain. i choose you, and i'm ready to face whatever comes our way."

the confidence in beau’s tone gives wyatt a minor confidence boost, thankful there was no drawn - out pause or wavering in his timbre . he was always cautious to avoid putting beau in an even more compromising situation , refusing to give ultimatums or let his own insecurities bog down the foundation they had built . unfortunately , the weight on his shoulders had become enough to become a burden within the relationship , needing reassurance that they were both all - in with the looming arrangement beau’s parents had conjured up . naturally , the suitor they selected was everything wyatt wasn’t — making him an ideal match for beau on paper — which made him acutely aware of his shortcomings . sometimes it baffled wyatt that someone of beau’s importance would even entertain him at all , knowing others of beau's stature wouldn’t have even offered him the time of day . “ they’re under the impression that someone like me is going to use you and they see your interest in me as an act of rebellion . that's all this is to them . ” beau’s steadfastness helps wyatt keep his spirits somewhat lifted but apprehension lingers . “ i just need you to be certain that i’m worth it . that potentially giving up everything for me is the best choice for you . ” he reaches out to place his hand on beau’s knee . “ i don’t want you to do this and end up resenting me for it down the line . it’s a lot to ask of a person and i won't ask you to do it outright . it has to be entirely your choice . ”

[ptolemveamoved]

outside of seeing thg and thanksgiving , i have nothing planned for the next five days which means i'm hopefully entering a productive era . . . i'll be posting one - liners on @thoroughfvre soon . . . :evilgrin:

[thoroughfvre]

thoroughfvre is an independent , multi - muse writing blog established in 2023 . low activity and semi - selective . mun is twenty6 . minors dni . written by jamie ( they & she ) . draft count : seven .

exploring themes such as : a distaste for the mundane while trapped in small town america , aspirations so profound that they create hunger pangs and little green monsters , finding a chosen family in an unexpected location and an internal graveyard where past versions of yourself get laid to rest .

open starters . wishlist tag . musings blog . — ( follows come from here ! ) google doc . — ( contains rules and muse list ! )

[viciousins]

she's offended by his use of bitter but could hardly deny it . seeing your ex move on before you was never easy — especially for yazmin , who'd had an unfortunate history of heartache . she really thought this time would be different . ' really ? you could've fooled me . the way your tongue wags when she's around , i would've put money on a one knee stint in the next couple of weeks . ' —— ' from the bottom of my heart , you two deserve each other , really . ' sarcasm dripping from each syllable .

" funny . . . " says with a dry chuckle , " i didn't think you'd be so bitter about it . didn't really think you'd care at all , if i'm honest . " admittedly , he's elated that she does . " never said i was in love with her or that we were going to be having babies and a house with a white picket fence any time soon . i just think she's a better fit for me than you ever were . "

[thursdaygrl]

their head tilts, a slow exhale moving through them as they reluctantly find themselves giving in to the fact that no, they didn't. "we could have ignored it. you could have ignored it." she gestures wildly, frustration bubbling up. "yeah, well if i ended up with bloody knuckles from trying to break his nose i would've been even more pissed at you than i already am. does it always have to be this shit? you're real fucking pretty when you're trying to bite someone's head clean off, but i thought tonight was gonna be fun."

" did you really expect me to stand there and let him talk to us that way ? " their skin still feels warm from the lingering rage and post - altercation adrenaline coursing through . " he wasn't actually going to do anything . all bark , no bite . too many people around for him to get away with it . " they wave a hand dismissively . " we could have taken him anyway , don't you think ? my money would be on us if shit went left . "

[viciousins]

' well , have you forgotten about me ? ' she's quick to retort , ' we both know it's not as easy or simple as that . ' rosalia's almost pleading at this point , heart on her sleeve & on the line . ' i know you . . i know us — i would be crazy not to think that we're worth fighting for . i would rather get hurt , than live with the regret of not trying again . ' instinct craves the chance to reach out for their hand , but they remain in her lap from fear of scaring them further away .

" well , maybe you should learn how to forget about me . we can't get caught living in the past . we'll only be hurting ourselves . " lies romi has told themselves to avoid crawling back to her before . " would you really want to risk both of us getting hurt again ? you think it would be worth going through all of it a second time if we couldn't get it right ? "

[viciousins]

' i'm really sorry , harls , ' brows furrow as mouth twitches downwards . situation was far from ideal for either of them , but especially harley . at least koa's band was benefiting from the arrangement . he scoots closer to her , minimizing the physical distance while they still remain emotionally apart . ' you know i'm not choosing her over you , right ? this is strictly business . it's really worked so far so management's not going to accept an excuse to get out of it . i'll be back in a day or two & you'll have my undivided attention . just you & me — the way it should be . '

" you know , the first part of your sentence loses some of its significance when you throw in a but . . . " she sighs . " if there's no place you'd rather be , you can't find a way to get out of it ? just for tonight ? because sitting around waiting for you to come back to me is getting a little exhausting . "

[honeybuckin]

all phoenix was covered in were wounds . ones that failed to heal due to how deep they were . they were infused with her soul and his words opened up a few of them . insignificance being the general root . “ no , ” an honest answer , “ but that doesn’t change what i said . i believe you think that now . . . i’m just think whatever you’re feeling is fleeting . that you like the idea of me , but the reality ? ” she shrugs .

winces at her words , wounded by how easy it was for her to insinuate something like that . the truth was clear , wasn’t it ? hadn’t he made it clear enough for her ? “ don’t do that . . . ” his head shakes , biting the inside of his cheek to buy himself a brief pause . “ don’t tell me that i’m lying when i know exactly how i feel . you really think i'd lie to you about this ? "

[honeybuckin]

“ can we do this sometime else — maybe , like , tomorrow or something ? ” getting tired of the game they played . “ ‘cause you do this whole breakup speech and we fight and then we fuck or you disappear for a few days but you always come back . let's skip to that part , yea ? ”

" you love the idea of me . . . a version of me that only exists inside your head. you don't actually love me. "

[viciousins]

' no , ' voice is soft as she shakes her head . ' i'm not your problem anymore , remember ? you should just go back inside , zane . i don't want my problems to ruin your night . '

" you clearly need someone . . . let me be that person . . . let me be what you need . "

[viciousins]

steps in closer , protective instinct immediately igniting . ' — are you okay ? did someone say something to you ? ' gaze adverts to their surroundings , eyeing off anyone who could be the cause of her need to escape . she wouldn't have to twist his arm , events like this were far out of his comfort zone . ' we should be able to sneak out of the side door . '

"  i just want to go home . . . i don't want to be here anymore . "

[temptedfates]

❝ isn't everyone's life a little messy ? i mean , i don't have this picture perfect life. i'm a mess so i guess i could say the same thing to you. ❞ the statement came with arms crossed over his chest. ❝ how about you let me decide what messes i get myself involved with ? maybe i think you're worth all the mess . . . ❞

" my life feels like such a mess right now . . . you deserve better than to be dragged into it . "

[julybloom]

she hesitated, her gaze lingering on him as he laid out his proposal. the air between them seemed charged with unspoken tension, the weight of his request pressing upon her. his suggestion of a brief encounter at his parents' summer party stirred a mix of emotions within madison. the thought of stepping into the role of a fleeting presence, a temporary illusion of togetherness, tugged at the edges of her own guarded heart. a sigh escaped her lips as she contemplated his proposal, the weight of unspoken expectations settling on her shoulders. "come, say hello, and leave... that's all I'm asking you to do," he urged, and she couldn't ignore the hint of desperation beneath his nonchalant exterior. she looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity and finding a glimpse of something genuine. the prospect of being his momentary accomplice in the charade both tempted and unnerved her. "fine," she finally conceded, a subtle resignation in her tone. "but this changes nothing between us. don't mistake this for anything more than what it is." the unspoken complexities lingered, a silent acknowledgment of the fragile boundaries they tiptoed around. ''i'm only doing this for tonight - not any more nights, got it? we can't keep up this lie anyways.''

open to : anyone!

plot :based. we broke up recently but i didn’t tell my parents and now i need you to come to this event with me as my date. 

muse : colson ricci , 21 - 23 , bisexual , he/him . university football player , frat boy , rich kid and f*ckboi extraordinaire . ruins nearly everything he touches with little remorse . spoiled and he knows it . likes to pretend that his heart is made of ice but it’s not that hard to melt if he’s actually into you . toxic masculinity personified , unfortunately . swears he doesn’t care about his parents’ opinions but chases after their validation . 

“ we don’t even need to really pretend that we’re together, y’know ? we can hug , you say hi to my parents to make it look good and then you’ll leave . fake an emergency or something . ” colson would never admit that he wanted them to stick around , ego far too big to allow himself to seem vulnerable . “ i just didn’t get a chance to tell them about us yet and my parents really want you at their stupid summer party. i think they want me to have a babysitter around their rich friends . ” he rubs the back of his neck , feeling a bit sheepish . “ come, say hello and leave … that’s all i’m asking you to do. you can bring all of my shit back , too.” 

[julybloom]

beau's gaze lingered on him, a subtle intensity beneath the surface as the words hung in the air. "i don't give a fuck about their opinion," he echoed, a defiant edge to his tone. the weight of his parents' disapproval loomed, a shadow he was determined to defy. as they stood on the precipice of a decision, he couldn't ignore the ache of longing that pulsed beneath the surface. the unspoken hung between them, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance in a world that seemed determined to dictate their path. in that charged moment, beau waited, the echoes of his parents' disapproval drowned out by the possibility of a connection that transcended societal constraints. The uncharted territory beckoned, and Beau was ready to navigate it with a courage born from the desire to shape his own narrative. ''i don't give a fuck if they don't want me to be with someone.. - like you. they can either get on board, or give up on me. i'm not going to marry someone, not just because it looks good for them. we all know they selected jack for his money.''

# open starter.⠀→ open to everyone ! feat. wyatt 'fitz' fitzpatrick . ( bisexual , he/him , twenty7 . )

" i don't give a fuck about their opinion . i'm only interested in hearing yours . " ⸻ " what do you want ? "

[julybloom]

her words lingered, caught in the web of emotions that now defined the fractured landscape between them. the admission of love, once a binding force, now served as a painful reminder of what had been lost. the other's response cut through the vulnerability, a cold declaration that left cassie grappling with the weight of irreparable consequences. "i would have done anything for you, but it's all in the past now. It doesn't matter," they asserted, a finality that echoed like a closing door. her gaze bore into the distance, her heart heavy with the burden of regret. the ache of realizing the irreversible damage settled deep within her, a haunting reminder of a moment that altered the course of their shared history. in the silence that followed, her mind raced with a torrent of unspoken words, apologies left unsaid, and the desperate yearning to rewind time. the past, once a canvas of shared dreams, now stood as a fractured mosaic of what might have been. "i know I messed up," cassie finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "but can't we try to fix this? can't we find a way back to what we had?" the vulnerability in her plea hung in the air, an uncertain plea for a second chance amidst the ruins of their once-cherished connection.

# open starter.⠀→ open to everyone ! feat. romi bacerra ( bisexual with sapphic preference , they/she , twenty4 . )

" i loved you . . . is that what you want me to say ? " ⸻ " i would have done anything for you but it's all in the past now . it doesn't matter . "