#widowings

[driptape]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @widowings​​

“ i got a quick question ; where were you two night ago ? “

[cardiomyapathy]

[ BRUSH ] + @widowings​​

He absently digs his knuckles into his temple, resting his head against them to create a dull pressure. It’s a trip to stop him from overthinking about work. Even with the TV on in the background, he must have been zoned out, completely lost in thought and probably freaking her out just a bit. Glazed over blues lower to her hands, creeping up his knee to massage his thigh. Doe eyes meet his -- big, brown and beautiful. CONCERNED. She didn’t know a damn thing about this world. 

His hand reaches out to cup her face while hers brushes over the growing tent in his jeans.

“ ... What’s up? ”

[winterharbors]

based on this. 

when he went to prison, he barely kept in contact with anyone in his life. no visitors at all but telephone calls to hid dad and granddad. that was it. so when he walked through the gates and saw her there, he was shocked. it was like heaven had sent down an angel for him. “ you must’ve taken a wrong... “ grin was present as he walked up to her. “ too pretty of a face to be in a place like this. “ // @widowings​

[drivedby]

“   it   wasn’t   another   girl   ,   babe   !   it   was   the   fuckin’   entity   at   that   damn   place   we   visited   .   ”   cue   isaiah   showcasing   the   three   scratches   on   his   back   ,   telling   all   truths   as   he   pulls   his   shirt   over   his   body   once   more   .   /    @widowings​

[criedouts]

     ‘   you   think   just   because   we   had   a   moment   that   we’re   suddenly   together   ?    ’

[slwburns]

*  CONTINUED FROM    ›   @widowings.​

“  you weren’t worried about a girl code last night.  ”  he shrugs,  “  what changed?  ”

[wndrbcy]

closed starter for @widowings​​​​

muse: santiago

plot: first one here except hes a TA

                  ♡       he’s been noticing them since class began, an unreadable expression after he’d posted test scores. their professor seemed to always pawn the tough parts like grading and office hours to santi. even now, as class ended, their pretty features are twisted with contempt as they approached. “hey..” santiago started, gathering his things slowly as the large classroom emptied. “uh—my open hours are only on thursday, did you need me?”

[fakedsciences-a]

@widowings​ // arnell

“I’m meeting a friend. Do you know someone in the band?” 

Kieran does not meet to belittle or to speak down, except for when he does. He knows it is a good way to attract attention, knows it is a good way to pretend to feel apologetic later on.

[rennisaturate]

           “ what you in a rush for?? you really need to chill, ”

@widowings​

[nyctcphiliacs]

@widowings wanted a starter from dean

“If you wanted to see me shirtless you just had to ask,” Dean can’t help the smirk that pulls at lips as black shirt is pulled over head. 

[driptape]

“ put that on god , you don't know what you doing . i feel like you doing shit purposefully . “ || @widowings​

[cardiomyapathy]

CLOSED STARTER: @widowings​

“ I just woke up and you’re giving me SHIT already?   Let me have a moment of peace before I open my eyes. ”

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.

[criedouts]

     ‘   i   never   want   to   see   you  again  .   ’

[flyinghellfish]

[nkogneatho]

geto suguru who never stops talking about you. he is a composed man but his ear perk up at the slightest mention of you or the things you like. you plagued his mind. he is always down the street thinking about what you'd be doing. all those desserts that he used to despise, have soon started getting comfortable on his taste buds just because you liked it. he didn't even notice how your habits started infecting him too. but a little change was nice. you are the only thing igniting the flame of his will to live when he himself is sabotaging the little fire, blowing it away.

the two girls he is raising ask him for your picture. he is shunned for a second but the shock merges into a smile. he whips out his phone and hands them to the girls.

"that's her. my wife."

"but...these are the pictures of the sky." they look at him with a confused expression only to find a tear roll down his eye.

"yes. isn't she beautiful? i hope she's doing fine there." they don't know how to reply except to tear up themselves.

"i hope i get to meet her. but with all that i've done in this life, i am sure i am going to hell." he looks up at the sky, the clouds dispersed and sunrays peeking. "although, it's fine. loving her was heaven on earth anyways."