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Celine had just finished a quick workout in the office gym, had a quick shower and was about to make her way back to her locker when she noticed she wasn't alone in the small wardrobe. Her brows raised at the male standing in front of her, anticipation hanging in the air. Was this the moment they would give in to their desires? Her focus traveled down his figure, stopping at the towel wrapped around his waist. "Drop the towel," Celine suggested, words laced with challenge as her eyes met his.
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Effie shook her head, looking away from him for a moment. Focusing on the stars spattered in between the branches of the trees above them. 'He's tried. Now he's scared to. They always find a way to back him into a corner and scare him.' It's unfair they way they are both treated. Never really having a childhood, realizing so young that their friends had completely different lives than they did. Parents that loved them and let them do things. 'I like brown in the fall, makes me feel cozy.' And she laughs softly at his worry for her nails. 'I'll be fine, not like I have fakes on. I just can't stand having them done at all.'
There's warmth blooming from where his hand is resting along her knee, and Effie can't find it in her to worry about what her parents would think anymore. This guy clearly isn't bad when he's put himself this far out into the woods just to get some peace. 'Yeah, they always rat you out in the end.' How could they share so many similarities and be told that they were nothing alike? That the other was awful just because of their last name?
'I could meet you out here again some time. Maybe we could make it our thing. Just come out here to bitch about our family so it doesn't sit inside of us and rot us from the inside out.' Be friends. Have someone understand where she's coming from for once instead of being told she was just acting like a spoiled brat. Without hesitation Effie reaches over and puts her hand on top of Archer's. A simple motion, and just holds his hand. Not something she would ever do with a complete stranger but in many ways they weren't. SHe knew all about his family and she was sure he knew enough about hers.
'Prove them wrong. That this family feud is fucking bullshit.' Her mother would have a heart attack at hearing her talk like a sailor and it was so freeing to be able to swear like this instead of biting her tongue all the time.
"It's good that you have a support person. Is there any chance he could get you out of there?" He hoped that was the case. His parents had practically spoon fed him approved women, but Archer refused each and every single time. It was one of the few things that was still his own. "Oh, yeah. Major cooties." Archer scooted away from her with mock disgust on his face before quickly rejoining her with a smile. It was the first time he had felt normal in his life. "I do too. I like brown, too." Eyes studied her face and she picked at her fingernails with such determination. "You're gonna pull your fingernail off."
His hand stayed on her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Archer wished his father could see him. The look on his face would be healing. "Someone always ratted you out too, huh? They know too many people." He wanted to reach over and pull her into a hug to remind her that she wasn't alone. It was so isolating. "Only dirty old Carmichaels that look like you," he shot back. "It'd be nice to not be out here alone all the time. No one gets it and now I've met you."
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It'd definitely been a night and he found himself wanting to unwind in his usual corner of the bar, do a couple of shots and forget about life for a bit. When he'd initially gotten to the bar, his usual spot had been taken-- which left him an open target of conversation if he'd gone for a different spot. He was a little hesitant in wanting to sit at the bar with his spot being taken, but ignored the hesitation and took the first he seat he saw not realizing who had been initially been in the seat next to him. Closing his eyes almost immediately when it'd finally hit him who it was, Ronan keeps his gaze forward as he attempts to wave the bartender down. ''--Before you.. say a thing. I'll buy the first round and I'll be outta your hair faster than you can blink. Think you can stomach that for a minute or two?''''
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Yeah that's right, check out THAT SPIFFY THING.
In other news, this is a FOLLOWER MILESTONE POST.
I have hit over 1,500 followers on this blog and I absolutely adore each and every single one of you boogers.
HOWEVER there are some special few to pay attention to. Starting with my mains.
@greatcstarcher I KNOW YOU'RE ON HIATUS but thank you for blessing me with Kate x Peter and for being an all around beautiful human in character and out. Your support on and off tumblr is not deserved and I should really try to do and be better on here because of you and the next person on the lineup. You're truly my most favorite Kate Bishop and the one and only booger.
@vntagetee Man if anyone could put up with my disappearing act and stay like you could, tumblr would be a warmer place. Your writing is to die for, your characters are always on point and have such wonderful depth. I appreciate you for sticking it out and always responding when I pop back up like a ding dong.
Onto people I am dying to write with/continue writing with/creep on because I am not brave enough to chat with.
@hellsfavor @crowdedmidnight @fcrtnite @torturedmuses @xxstxriesfromashxx @guardiandem0n @oftempus @sirenea
Listen, that's a small list and there's so many more but I literally have to keep editing my carrd or I will lose steam.
I love you all, thank you so much for being here with me and I hope you all stick around because @hatigave helped make my stuff PRETTTY
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"remind me again as to why i decided to become a doctor rather than an actor? i could be laying on a beach in caicos right now." instead, he was in a hospital, finishing two back to back surgeries. a knee replacement followed by acl reconstruction. "it's definitely not the coffee." he says as he pours himself a cup from the pot in the break room. as he takes a sip, his face screws up in what can only be described as disgust. "yep. definitely not that." // @torturedmuses
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Darcy had been staring at the two little lines for what felt like hours. The bathroom was quiet. She was sitting on the toilet, leaned forward with her face in her hands. "Fuck..." A curse escaped her lips, a sob slipped in there too. Why now? Why now? Hands combed through her hair, a long sigh left her. Her body trembled. She was pregnant. The sentence ran through her mind over and over, as if she was trying to convince herself of it's accuracy. Four tests lay scattered across her bathroom sink, all with the same result.
Darcy had been married to Archer for three years now. The last year had been the most emotionally taxing. There never seemed to be a day where they did not argue. Once tender moments were now filled with annoyance. Darcy was convinced that Archer did not love her anymore. Eventually, the thing she did not want to happen, happened and the couple decided to file for divorce. And now this had to happen, right when their divorce was on the way to ending.
It had been two days since Darcy had taken those tests. Now, she waited for her husband to come home after a cryptic text she had sent him. The 'we need to talk' text was weighing on her like a ton of breaks. When the door clicked open, her heart sank. "Hi." // @torturedmuses
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𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Jojo / Jordan
𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: May 2nd
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: Taurus
𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5ft 2"
𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: Playing sports (gold and football), reading, playing video games, hiking, roleplaying!
𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: Black and red
𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: The Last Song or After
𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Hotel Key - Old Dominion
𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: The Vampire Diaries (rewatching)
𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: It Ends With Us
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Movies, television and music
𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: it was an old url for a muse of mine Alaska and I kind of stuck with it.
𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: I'm getting married in a year!
tagged by: @ofinfinitedreams
tagging: @ruinedsoulsrp, @cursivebloodlines, @torturedmuses anyone else who would like to do this :)
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"Listen kid, I get what you're trying to say. But I'm not interested in any team, or leading anyone. But thanks for the offer."
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closed starter for @torturedmuses || based on this plot || imran x ??
"Oh, look—it's my soon-to-be husband already trying to save the day," Imran spat. "I'm not fucking going back in there." They were just told they were to be married for some sort of political family bullshit. Despite the both of them being more than old enough to not need parental control, the only way she was getting out of the arrangement was if she gave up any stake in her family's empire and abandon the family name. Everything she had worked towards her whole life would all be for nothing. That, somehow, was ever so slightly worse than agreeing to a forced marriage...though maybe it could be a tie if she thought on it long enough. "Are you seriously thinking of going through with this?" There had to be some sort of loop hole to get her out of this.
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#( rico richards -> musings. )#( ft. kate bishop. )#( tag tbd. )#( because anytime she says something nice he's immediately like nope stop it please stop )#( ur too sweet and i'-- )#( chaotic queues > queued. )
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After a week of avoiding Kate at the institute, Xavier had decided it would be the time for another session of ''training with the guest''. No matter his attempts in trying to get out of it, there was no use and he soon found himself back in the room alone with her once the doors had shut behind him. ''Bishop, its always a pleasure. Woulda' thought Birdman, or Hawkface would've needed you back by now but if you just wanted to get your ass kicked again, you coulda' said something.'' It was an attempt to get under her skin, like the very way she'd gotten under his their first session together. Averting his eyes with looking along the various 'training tools', Rico's face scrunches as he tries to think of something to say so it isn't as.. as tense, to break the ice some. ''.. Anyways, Ready for round two?''
#( rico r > marvelous conversations. )#( rico & kate > convos. )#( i finally got the lAPTOP BACK AND I WANTED TO GIVE YOU THISSSSSSSS <3 )
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What sad planet analogy are you?
Tagged by: @lostxones @myriadxofxmuses
Tagging: @eternityszn @torturedmuses
The Earth; the planet with life is slowly dying
You have always been someone so lively and caring, wherever you go you have always been able to make others smile, you've helped so many people with your kind and nurturing personality. Yet, where are they when you need them?, where are they when you're at your worst?. Lately you've felt like you have slowly lost your spark, as if you were slowly dying on the inside, and nobody cared, nobody tries to help you, nobody takes care of you, people only want you when you are useful for them but once you're no longer available they throw you out as if you were tarsh, and you're sick of it
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"What? I like the hot sauce." Yelena commented as she covered her plate in it. "Now are you going to tell me why you called me here? I wanted to enjoy the city, not do business."
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closed starter for @torturedmuses || based on this plot || andres x ??
"Hey, long time no see! I thought I recognized you."
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@torturedmuses based on the one apartment plotsies.
Thin walls were an amazing thing to have.. but a curse at times.
On one hand, there was entertainment if one listened really closely to the words of the neighbors around him, but tonight had felt different. He wasn't one to get involved in another's life, or really check in with the neighbor's because he'd rather keep his head down than converse but the argument he heard happened just next-door to him and no matter how loud he turned the tv, liam still heard the voices.
From the loud 'we're done', to the slamming of the door & the silence that shortly followed.. It bothered him. He didn't know where any of it had come from, this unfamiliar feeling but his feet had already been moving towards the wall. ''This may be a tad.. awkward an' all..'' He calls out, hesitant as he gives the wall three taps. ''But look at it this way? You just got some extra space you didn't know you needed?''
#( liam miller > conversations. )#( liam & claire -> convos. )#( >:3 <333 hope this is okay <33 )#( liam is like.. ''what can i say what can i say'' )#( liam after he says that: ''.. oh god i'm terrible at comfort. '' )
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