Jeyda’s Lips Curled Into Something That Wasn’t Quite A Smile—more Like Amusement Laced With Warning.

Zach barely spares her a glance, leaning back with his arms crossed. "Dunno, just figured I'd give you a chance to complain since you seem to love doing that," he says dryly. His tone isn't exactly cruel, but it's definitely not warm, either. He shrugs, eyes flicking away like he’s already lost interest. "But hey, if you don’t wanna talk, that works for me."

cassidy couldn't help the irritation on her face when the other was asking her what was wrong. the two hadn't gotten along and yet here they were seeming to fake sympathy for her. a brow raised as she tries to pull herself together in this moment. "why are you even asking me?" she says her voice not quite laced with venom this time - more like confusion then anything. // @littledaydreamers

“I’m a doofus”

idk why but it’s hella cute to me to think about a plot of a pop star and her backup guitarist/tour manager/opening act/some sort of somebody that would be on tour. cute flirtation during rehearsals. tour bus antics. late night kisses on the balcony of a hotel room under the moonlight. paparazzi catching the loving gazes. rumors starting to swirl. just yes.

004 -- Break your little heart

Muse A and muse B honestly do love each other, yet, muse A can’t stop cheating. Being hurt by muse A's actions, muse B decideds to just do the same to hurt muse A just as much as they are hurt. Not knowing where it’ll lead them, they’re constantly cheating on each other, making it so obvious that the other one can’t help but notice. While they’re fighting all the time, neither of them wants to break up and so, their relationship consists out of cheating, fights and make up sex. Though this is not healthy, they just carry on that way until one day, muse B is hurt so much that she eventually just leaves muse A.

"Oh, Owen!" Mei gasped, her voice full of exasperated affection as she practically bounced across the room, light as a sunbeam. "You always say things like that so casually—like 'Oh, I just tripped and accidentally fell into a whole battlefield!'”

She dropped to her knees beside him, her small hands fluttering over the wound like worried butterflies. "That is not a 'small' explosion! And this is not just a disagreement—this is your poor leg being very upset with you!" Mei pouted, puffing out her cheeks before sighing dramatically. "Owen, do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of cotton? It's, like, level ten difficult. And I don't even wanna talk about the floorboards!"

But even as she huffed and fussed, her fingers were already reaching for the first aid kit, which she definitely didn’t steal from his bathroom last time. "Honestly, you make my heart work overtime! Now sit still, you big doughnut." She shot him a glare as she dabbed at the wound, not as gently as usual "Y'know what else isn’t easy? Watching you come home all battered up like this again and again and again!”

Closed starter for @littledaydreamers based on this

The crimson liquid stained the pristine white cotton, blooming like an angry flower against the soft fabric. Owen sighed, a rumble that vibrated against the floorboards of his impeccably clean apartment. He hated blood. Not because of the violence it implied, no, Owen was intimately familiar with that particular dance. He hated it because every drop on his clothes or floor meant a lecture was coming.

He knew she was there, he felt her eyes on him before he even bothered looking up. Sitting on the edge of the plush sofa, his massive frame dwarfing the delicate cushions. “Just a disagreement," he mumbled, trying to minimize the jagged gash across his thigh. "A disagreement that required knives and a… small explosion.”

I'd love to find some new people to write and plot with. Please give this post a like if I can come drop you a message to plot <3

Kai had been halfway to stepping away when he felt the tug on his wrist, her fingers wrapping around him in a way that was hesitant but firm, like she wasn’t entirely sure she should be doing this—but couldn’t stop herself either.

He turned, his gaze flicking down to where she held him before sliding up to meet hers. She was standing now, still slightly breathless, her hair a mess from their time in the car, lips still red and swollen from his. And fuck, the way she was looking at him—like she was fighting every instinct screaming at her to let him go but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

His smirk was slow and lazy, the kind that held a promise of trouble. “A hot tub, huh?” His voice was low, teasing, but his eyes were sharp, searching. She was trying to play it casual, like this wasn’t a plea for him to stay—like it was just an offer, no big deal. But he saw through it.

His free hand slid into his pocket, head tilting slightly as he watched her. “So let me get this straight,” he murmured, stepping closer and closing the space between them again as he leaned against the car. “You want me to stay, get in the hot tub with you, eat takeout at one in the morning…” His smirk deepened, gaze flickering over her face, lingering on her lips.

After a moment, he gave a small chuckle, shaking his head slightly like he was amused with her. “Alright, Princess,” he finally said, voice full of that same cocky, knowing amusement. “Lead the way.”

it took a matter of seconds where panic set in. where she saw him leaving and it's almost like she couldn't let it happen, have him away from her for too long. she was glad her father wasn't home because she was sure that he would raise hell with her bringing kai back, but she leant forward to this time catch his wrist instead of the other way around. "wait.. kai."

she shifted herself to the edge of the seat as the door was still open then slowly rose to be opposite him, still having a tender grip on him. "if we aren't going to do it again might as well make a night of it? i have a hot tub.." she raised an eyebrow at him though there was this pang of worry and insecurity that he was going to turn her down.

"unless you have plans at almost 1am? but i'm intending on ordering take out and having a dip..so.. the choice in there for you." at she realised instead of them being scrunched up in a compromising position in the back seat he'd actually be able to see all of her.

to say she couldn't pinpoint him was an understatement. the crazy way she just wanted to argue with him and feel the heat rise between them, sparks firing left right and center. she had never experienced anything like it. normally when a guy pissed her off it stayed just as that, she wouldn't engage in it unless she absolutely had to, but in this case she wanted to. the moment she stepped outside and let the chill rise goosebumps over her skin she felt less enclosed, and more free without the atmosphere surrounding them. just a few people smoking and chatting outside and the night sky brimming with stars above them.

pia wondered whether he would follow her but she had a sense that he would. whether he too wanted to be in denial about what was going on between them he could sense it just as much as her. not that you'd actually hear her utter those words outloud. when his figure shifted from the shadows into the light of the secluded area she felt rather smug, but it didn't show on her features. instead she watched him carefully as he lit his cigarette, remaining quiet as he took his first drag before she swiftly removed it from his hand. tossing it over her shoulder her hands worked to move around his own and behind the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss of complete urgency. anything to shut him up at this point.

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“Oh hush, you know I didn’t mean it that way.” Peyton rolled her eyes as she threw one of the pillows at his head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’d like to think that you would be coming with me. Off on our next adventure?” Of course Peyton knew she wasn’t being completely realistic and wasn’t exactly being fair to him either by expecting him to drop his life. “Nothing I’m just being dramatic. We both know I’m not going anywhere. Not really.” She sighed, trying really hard to remember why she loved her job. “My boss is such a dick.”

Jesse caught the pillow just before it hit him. “So first you tell me you want to abandon me and now you’re using violence against me? Wow, I’m really feeling the love today, buddy.” He tutted before smirking at her. “Next adventure, huh? And where about would that be?” the male asked, curiosity getting the better of him. “But what’s making you dramatic? Like, what did your boss do?” Jesse asked, his tone becoming more concerned.