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Closed starter | @amoonlitmemory

“Do I ask questions, or do I just help you clean up all this blood?”

If someone could give me a plot with these two girls, they find out that the guy they have been seeing has been cheating behind their back. They get in contact with each other, make up this plan of revenge that goes terribly wrong and it end up with killing him. They end up having to hide the body, stick together as if they don’t know anything, and along the way they end up falling for each other. If you give me this, I will love you forever. 

Closed Starter || @dxrlingdevils​ Charlotte didn’t freeze as the men shouted the slur at her from across the street. Just like she hadn’t frozen when she had seen the red graffiti written across the outside wall of the place she worked, outing her to practically the whole town. Unlike Lara, she was used to it, and so when the brunette stopped dead in the street shocked by his words, Charlotte just grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. “It’s fine, just ignore them.” 

Enemies to “ugh I can’t believe I’m saving your life” to “ugh we have to work together or the world ends but it’s not like I like you or anything” to “oh we actually connect pretty well but that doesn’t mean anything” to “I would die for you but don’t read too much into it” to “I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you” to Lovers.

"No, of course we aren't. I'm mortified that you've even brought it up. Now I'm going to need to sell my house, move country and find a cave to live the rest of my days alone." The blonde joked, a red hue spreading warmth across her cheeks. "Just some new guy I met at a club if you must know."

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♡ muse: andres ortiz. early-twenties.  ♡ plot: y/m accidentally sent andres their n*des, days later he's bringing it up

"are we really not going to talk about it?" brows quirks as light chuckles falls from lips. leaning in closely towards the other, "it definitely wasn't meant for me, who was it for?"

Oh. Oh shit.

Her heart stopped the second she saw the name above the message. That was not meant for him.

Ruby sat up so fast that she nearly knocked her phone out of her hands. Sleepy confusion turned into full-blown horror as she clicked back to the chat, praying she was hallucinating. Nope. There it was. Sent. Delivered. Read.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, as if that would somehow undo the fact that King—her neighbour King—had just seen that.

Her mind raced. Maybe he hadn’t actually looked at it yet? Maybe he’d just seen the notification and ignored it? But no, knowing him, he definitely opened it. Her stomach flipped at the thought.

Okay. Breathe. Fix this. Damage control.

Fingers shaking, she quickly typed out a message:

"OH MY GOD. King, that was NOT for you. I am SO sorry. Please just pretend you never saw that. Or delete it. Or—oh my god, this is humiliating."

She hesitated for half a second before sending it, then groaned, flopping back onto her bed and covering her face with both hands. Of all the people…

truth be told king had always had a thing for her. did he do anything about it? oh, absolutely not. he was the first one to be informed of her useless and irritating male partners she kept and yet he never tossed his hat in the ring. he'd made jokes about it because they had this thing between them, a sort of tension if you will that couldn't entirely be pin pointed. he liked it that way, ad he enjoyed being the one person to wind her up. on this evening in particular he was just about to text her as her light was still on quite early. they'd been neighbours long enough he could catch the glow in the corner of his eye even where he was sprawled out on his bed. it wasn't until his phone pinged and he realised it was her, he was a little surprised. could she read his mind? not really thinking anything of it he clicked on the picture half asleep before he realised the extend of what was on his screen. well. his evening took an interesting turn. @littledaydreamers

"I'm sure you would be the same if the situation was reversed." Zoe replied chewing her lip to keep the bashful smile from her face. "And who's to say I don't actually like this guy I met?" She asked matter-of-factly as she raised a brow.

"you're so dramatic," comment flows easily, laughter escaping his lips -- tongue darting out to dampen them. smirk growing upon noticing the redness growing on cheeks. "some guy at the club getting pictures like that? damn, can't imagine if what you'll send someone you actually like."

dxrlingdevils​:

“Okay, I take it back. I’m not the one that’s being overdramatic, it’s you.” She teased back, feeling a little lighter at their playful banter. Chewing her lip thoughtfully, she considered his question and contemplated her answer as the different places she had dreamed of passed through her thoughts. “What about Scotland? I’ve always wanted to visit the Highlands.” Of course this was just a dream and she knew that she wouldn’t be packing up and leaving any time soon. “I thought I was finally beginning to learn from the best and really learn about the industry, you know? Instead I’m running around playing baby sitter and fetching coffee.”

A laugh fell from his lips. “It seems we’ve been spending too much time together, you’re rubbing off on me.” He replied with a wink. “Scotland sounds great. I love the accent and I’ve always wanted to find Nessie the Loch Ness Monster.” Jesse agreed, going along with her fantasy. The male sighed, feeling for his friend. “That’s normal, though. It sucks, but it is normal. These jerks just take advantage, anything to make life easier for them. They’ll see your persistence though, and it’ll pay off. I know it will. You’re great at what you do. They just need to see that.” 

Ben Barnes in Gold Digger (episode 4)

Rhiannon tilted her head slightly, watching the way he worried at his cuticles, the way his shoulders stayed tense even as he tried to settle against the wall. She didn’t judge his answer—just took it in, like she was tucking it away somewhere safe. “Maybe they don’t like talking to you. Or maybe they just don’t know how -- but that’s their problem, not yours.”

At his question, she exhaled slowly, turning her gaze toward the yard. “I walk,” she said after a moment. “Barefoot, mostly. The colder, the better. It makes my head feel… quieter-- like all the noise gets pressed down into the earth.”

She stretched one foot out, pressing her toes lightly against the wood as if proving her point. “If that doesn’t work, I count things. Patterns in the ceiling. The way people blink. The stars, if I can see them.” A pause, then a quiet, almost absentminded addition: “And if that doesn’t work… I try to let it go until it burns itself out.” She made it sound easy, but it was rare that it ever burned itself out. Her thoughts and anxiety got the better of her most days, but the things she mentioned did help ease things for her.

There was a gentle comfort that came from having someone understanding him, it was a rare thing for him to encounter. Even his father couldn't fully understand him. Kit pushed his glasses up his nose and tried to make himself more comfortable against the wall. Of course that was proving to be impossible with the thumping of the music from inside, he could even hear the occasional loud eruption of cheers over whatever song was being played. He thought momentarily of leaving and going home to some peace and quiet but thought that would be rude considering he was in the middle of a conversation.

Kit brought his his thumb to his lips and began picking at his cuticles absent-mindedly. Whenever he felt like he was out of control he would chew on his cuticles, his therapist had said it was so he could feel in control but Kit thought that was a ludicrous reasoning because simply put it didn't make him feel even the slightest bit in control of everything, it was just another action his mind was racing over. He nodded to her sentence in agreement. "My own students don't like talking to me, they think a teacher is supposed to be more sociable with his students but I can't bring myself to want to do that." He confessed. He found it weird that he was telling a stranger all of this, believing that his mind is wiring this to be some type of genuine connection.

Kit considered her question for a moment before responding. "I have to numb it, marijuana is the only thing that does that." Truthfully he'd become pretty dependent on the drug despite doing his best not to. He didn't want to be addicted to it but when he is lying awake at three am and there is no sign of sleep in sight he will do what he has to in order for some type of relief. If his students, father, or anyone who lived around him smelled it's typical smell then they chose to say nothing. "And you?" He asked, looking at her again. "If your mind is anything like mine then you must have a way to quiet it."