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some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
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what does your soul smell like?
Candle Smoke
key words: self-assured, courageous, intuitive.
you are an expert at overcoming your demons and should be proud of how brave you have consistently shown yourself to be. others are amazed by your perseverance, strong personality, and unapologetic uniqueness.
compatible with: coffee, freshly baked bread.
tagged by: @judesowndaughter (Thank you for this! Guess they are compatible <3)
tagging: @thornvows, @xthefxrgxttenx, @ whoever wanna do it who hasn’t :)
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here lies c a r o l i n e f o r b e s ,
cheerleader. miss mystic falls. third grade hopscotch champion. friend. hopeless romantic. overachiever. sometimes mean girl. valedictorian. bloodsucking freak. eternal optimist. insecure. control freak. bright light in a sea of dark. little blonde distraction. kiddie pool. good vampire. neurotic. nosy. full of light. strong.
she was seventeen , and she had
a really g o o d life.
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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?
oxblood
You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.
Tagged by: @7imbs
Tagging: @silentbreaks, @thornvows, @martyrsaiint @seesgood @xthefxrgxttenx & whoever else wanna do it who hasn’t.
#≠≠EMILY INTROSPECTION≠≠ Emily Is Always Right -- Nothing Else Matters#DAMN THIS IS... SCARILY SPOT ON WOW#That Ems in a nutshell#:(
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@xthefxrgxttenx | NON-SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE
“Um. Excuse me, honey?”
Though the slap to the back of her hand had been VICIOUS ENOUGH to leave behind a burning red imprint across olive flesh --- The damage done, was to Emily’s EGO. Not her body. “You did NOT just smack me.” Derisive scoff. She had half a mind to bring her palm down across one of those pretty cheeks --- “Ugh. I was just looking. For fuck’s sake.” & By “looking” she meant; HELPING HERSELF to all of her friend’s belongings. Sifting through her clothes & music & movies. All the while muttering DISGUSTEDLY to herself about how it all sucked --- Wasn’t her fault Beth had SHIT TASTE. Last thing she’d reached for had been a box. Nestled behind a hanging disaster of a wardrobe. Guess, the girl was HIDING a little somethin’ somethin’ from her. Stomach lurched at the thought. She didn’t like SECRETS. Jaw went rigid & dark eyes narrowed --- Toothpick arms crossing over her flat chest, “What’s in the box, Bethany?”
#xthefxrgxttenx#WELP EM IS NOT HAPPY AHahahahah#≠≠EMILY DAVIS≠≠ All Bite -- All Bark -- All Insecurity & Facade#≠≠EMILY x BETH≠≠ Be The Light At The End Of My Darkness?
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❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .
feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .
( add ‘ reverse ‘ to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) .
otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to …
[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .
[ order ] your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .
[ guide ] your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .
[ pay ] your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )
[ open ] your muse opening a door for mine .
[ dry ] your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .
[ instruct ] your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .
[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .
[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .
[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine ‘ no ‘ .
[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .
[ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc . feel free to specify what and how .
[ answer ] your muse answering a question meant for mine .
[ coat ] your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .
[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .
[ stare ] your muse staring mine down .
[ placement ] your muse telling mine to sit down .
[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .
[ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .
[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .
[ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .
[ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .
[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .
[ retrieve ] your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .
[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .
[ lean ] your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .
[ calm ] your muse telling mine to ‘ just breathe ‘ .
[ scold ] your muse scolding mine for something .
[ comfort ] your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .
[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .
[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .
[ laces ] your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .
[ stay ] your muse telling mine to stay in the car .
[ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them .
[ feed ] your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .
[ volume ] your muse demanding mine speak louder .
[ read ] your muse reading something to mine .
[ refill ] your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .
[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .
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xthefxrgxttenx :
“My PARENTS call me Bethany.” Mostly when they were MAD AT HER. Typically because Hannah, Josh, or BOTH of her siblings had fucked THEIR LIVES up yet again, and it fell on Beth’s shoulders to be the GROWN UP while their father ran around Hollywood showing off his literal TROPHY WIFE like it somehow validated his insanely inflated egomania. “And last I checked, you’re not my mom OR my dad.” Brow threaded. Man, how fucking wasted WAS Emily tonight? Girl looked like a drunken worm with special needs, right now. But, at least, that had to be a good sign for the party, going by Emily’s metric. If it was SHIT, she’d already have been home three hours ago. “I don’t think that’s how physics works. But thank you for thinking of me.” Thankfully, sarcasm would likely be lost on the wasted land crawler even if the bitch was SOBER due to sheer narcissism. Because Beth did NOT advertise mirth in her vocal patterns all that efficiently. “Oh my God, fine, I’ll help you up. But ONLY because you called me Beth.” THAT was a bit of a bold-faced lie. Emily and Beth had a bit of a, uh, COMPLICATED relationship. Like… FACEBOOK COMPLICATED. Beth couldn’t quite hate Emily as much as her sister expected her to. And when chips were down, it was hard for the empathetic brunette to NOT let concern win out over the PETTY WAR Hannah waged over the affections of Michael Munroe. Even now, Beth played with FIRE. And she was the only bitch who could get burned. “It means that the next time I need help from you, WITHIN REASON, you’re not allowed to say NO.” Next question: What the fuck constituted ‘within reason’? Beth didn’t have a clue. They’d just… Define that when it happened, she supposed.
“Kinda cute? Oh God, KILL ME NOW.” Beth wasn’t exactly one for ROMANCE. And something about being remembered for being CUTE left a somewhat bitter taste in her mouth. Yet, deep down, she appreciated the compliment ALL THE SAME. (Maybe she was just GUARDED.) “E-Emily?” Girl was back to being intoxicated, and it damn sure SEEMED like it wasn’t with BOOZE this time around. Hot breath cascaded across flushing chest, leaving Beth having to catch hers. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Unbelievable.” ENTIRELY BELIEVABLE, but the change of topic helped distract from the fact that the person her very own sister hated most in ALL OF THE UNIVERSE was practically at second base with her. “Ah, ngh, fuck!!” Gasps of pain when Emily dug nails DEEP into flesh. Girl got HANDSY when drunk, so it would seem. (And it would also seem as if Beth kind of LIKED IT. But now was SO NOT THE TIME for THAT particular identity crisis.) “Emily, you do know WHO you’re digging your nails into, right?” Likely. But then the question became: WHY?!
Admittedly, A LITTLE BIT of the thrill waned when Emily brought up JESS. Wait, thrill? Wait, why the fuck did JESS matter? Jesus, Beth had to get a HOLD OF HERSELF. “Oh, so you leave track marks in Jess’s flesh, too?” Brow raised. Was she teasing Emily or seeking VALIDATION? “Man, Mike sounds like a jerk.” Just the TRUTH. Breath still labored, even with her ego taking a hit she still had someone face deep in her bra. Probably a poor day to wear one of her LOOSER band shirts. “Oh, so not only are you fine with me smacking my face off the floor, but you don’t care if Hannah murders me?” As mentioned before, Beth’s tone never did great with conveying SARCASM. Maybe cause a lot of what she said always had some SMALL element of TRUTH? Like, sure she was JOKING here, but it really did kinda hurt that she was babysitting Emily’s drunken ass and she basically just said Hannah could kill her so long as she could use Beth’s tits as PILLOWS first. “Man, for someone nearly motor-boating my tits, you are TERRIBLE at flirting.” Still there was something… kinda NICE about the way Emily further tightened her vice-snug. “Safer? You’re aware– Ah, Emily?!” Gasp of shock. (Of pleasure…) When something slipped between her legs, pressuring her core. FUCK. That was NOT expected or planned. And Beth found herself shifting without really knowing whether it was INTENTIONAL. Which thankfully meant Emily couldn’t know either. (The way panties dampened could be blamed on BIOLOGY.) “A-Aware that you just said I was at risk of being murdered by my sister. And that your thigh is pressed against my–”
’OH, DAMMMN, EMS.’ Deescalating whistle actually sent a CRINGE through Beth’s body. She wondered how it affected Emily. Especially considering it was HER BOYFRIEND that had done it. ‘And here I was thinking you only did this with Jessica? Y’know, not that I’m complaining or anything.’ Jesus. This was BAD. But Beth just held her breath, awaiting Emily’s move. Or at least, she WOULD HAVE DONE THAT had another familiar voice not been heard FIRST. ‘Miiike, I got another bottle. Miiiike. I–…’ Infuriated gasp proved all-too-recognizable. Promising the kind of RAGE that most people in their lives didn’t ever get to witness from her older twin. ‘What the hell is happening here?’ Oh… SHIT. She just hoped Emily didn’t throw her under the bus by noting how TECHNICALLY SPEAKING, Beth still held that ONE PARTICULAR FAVOR over Emily’s head and could’ve STOPPED THIS AT ANY POINT. (Which, come to think of it, yeah, that was a good point… GREAT ACTUALLY. Soooo… WHY HADN’T SHE?) Though, it would be curious to see how Hannah spun this… Wouldn’t be surprised if the psycho somehow twisted this into EMILY cheating on MIKE, and BETH betraying HER, and somehow try to worm her way into FINALLY being dicked down by the asshat. She sighed. OUT LOUD. And probably made everything worse. But… It was ALREADY going to be a LOOOOONG NIGHT.
“Aaaaaaaand?” Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, but she really wasn’t seeing THE ISSUE, “You know what my mom and dad call me? Emily.” Sarcastic lilt in her tone & a raise of brows. “Yet, YOU still call me that. Are YOU my mom or dad?” Was kinda DIFFERENT. & On some level she knew it. But a name was a name at the end of the day. & Sometimes she just liked to use the full version. She interchanged between Mike & Michael, Jess & Jessica, Han & Hannah, & Ash & Ashley, REGULARLY. That said, if the girl really hated it so damn much...She wouldn’t PUSH IT. (Least not until she was angry --- When Em was pissed, the gloves came off). “Ugh. Fine. What--EVER. Just fucking help me, will ya? Or do I gotta call Jess down to drag my ass off the floor?” Blonde was SO FAR GONE, would she even hear her phone? Group had been upstairs, playing a game of Never Have I Ever & taking shots of straight gin. (Not without groans & moans from the resident wine-o) --- Her best friend had downed like eight shots in a row, & wound up in the bathroom blowing chunks into the toilet before slumping over on cold tile. & SOMEHOW the honor student had STUMBLED down the stairs & found her way into the living-room where Beth was just chilling out. (Probably gettin’ high or something). “I’ll THINK about it.” Emily Davis wasn’t anyone’s BITCH --- She wasn’t gonna just do whatever the Washington twin said, just cause she’d helped her out.
“Ugh. Don’t be such an EDGY. BITCH. Take the fucking compliment. Not like I’m givin’ ‘em out to everyone. For fuck’s sake.” & In the NARCISSIST’S mind, the other girl should be GRATEFUL that she’d praised her at all. There was nothing wrong with being “cute” --- Especially when SHE was the one who thought you were. Roll of dark eyes & AN INCREDULOUS SNORT into Beth’s chest, “Unbelievable? Seriously? I tell Mike to shut up, like, twenty times a day. At. Least.” It really wasn’t some freakin’ ANOMALY. When someone didn’t listen to her, or do as she said, she’d cruelly shut them down & insult them. World was A BETTER PLACE when people just did whatever she told them to. One day they would all realize that Emily was ALWAYS RIGHT. (Nothing else mattered). “Mmm...” Did she just fucking moan? Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. LASCIVIOUS GROAN had crawled up her throat & slipped past her tonsils against her will --- FUCK. This part of her always came out when she was intoxicated. (Usually with Jessica). Was a side of herself that she HATED. More importantly, it was a side of herself that her father would DISOWN. She was...Attracted to women. Figured that out back in freshman year of High School. When the other girls in class started...“Filling out”. For awhile she’d convinced herself she was simply JEALOUS. Em didn’t have the CURVES they did. (Even now, a fully grown woman). A portion of it WAS envy. But, another glaringly obvious portion was...LUST. & By the sounds of it, Beth was feeling the very same way. This was the first time a girl had ever moaned FOR HER. & It felt good. Swollen clit was thrumming painfully against arousal-slick lace. Razor-sharp claws shoveling DEEPER into flesh. “Duuuuhhh? We just went over your name, like a zillion times, honey. ‘Course I know who you are.”
“You jealous?” Emily countered, tone a slurred sing-song --- She offered neither an answer nor VALIDATION. Really wasn’t any of Beth’s concern if she left track marks all over her bestie’s body. Toothy grin stretched across her face & skeletal shoulders heaved --- “Yeah, he’s a total fucking jerk. But, he’s MY jerk.” & She LOVED him. (At least she thought she did -- Being her first boyfriend, she didn’t have much to compare it to). Brow dented & her smile FALTERED, “Wait...You’re joking right? Like, Hannah’s kinda, a huge weirdo and all, but she’s not gonna KILL you?” Em anticipated a sibling rivalry & an argument --- Perhaps they’d even stop talking. AT WORST. But, literal murder? No. That hadn’t crossed her mind as an option. Weren’t the two of them CLOSE? Didn’t they care about each other? Did the older twin despise Emily so much that she’d...... “I’m so NOT gonna let her murder you. Jesus. Shit. Your sister really is freakin’ nuts, huh?” TBH, the realization that even Beth was scared of her sister, puts her ON EDGE. Hannah sounded fucking insane. & She hated her. & Wanted Michael. If a fight went down, there was a very real possibility that SHE would be the target of the psycho bitch’s HOSTILITY.
“Mm...Yes, sweetie?” Insults about her flirt-game fell upon deaf ears --- Kinda hard to feel like she wasn’t doing a good job when the girl was WRITHING & GASPING beneath her weight. Maybe she wasn’t the best at flattery. & She probably wasn’t great at looking SEXY. (Try as she might). However, biology was biology & the second you added a toned thigh to a pussy through fabric, well --- Results were EVIDENT. It really hadn’t been her INTENTION. But, now that she was pressed up against that hot cunt & she’d heard Beth’s reaction, all that...REPRESSED DESIRE was bubbling to the surface. Rock of her pelvis in rhythm with the other girl’s movements,
’OH, DAMMMN, EMS.’
GRINDING CEASED --- Yet, the itsy-bitsy fashionista kept her leg firmly in place. Pressed right up against her “friend” through damp leggings. Wait, were they damp? Emily was gonna convince herself they were ‘cause the thought STROKED HER EGO. “Jeeeesus Michael! Could you be any more thirsty?” Despite the pang in her chest, she chuckled & pulled away from Beth’s cleavage to stare up at him --- He looked TURNED ON. & It wasn’t HER he was checking out...Ugh. This was what always happened when he watched Jess & her mess around while drunk. He’d check out her bestie more than his girlfriend. Or worse, sometimes he asked to JOIN. Really did a number on her self-esteem. Made her feel...UNATTRACTIVE & UGLY to him. (Also made her think he was cheating on her). “Save it for after the party, buddy.” Suggestive smirk tugged at full lips & she was drunkenly reaching for her boyfriend’s belt-loop --- Was she flirting again? (She was TRYING). Still, very much laying ON TOP of another person.
“Son of a bitch.” Breathed bitterly into Beth’s flesh when the little nutjob came skipping after Michael --- Shoulda expected her to be right on his trail. She always was. FUCKING. STALKER. “Calm your fucking tits, Han.” Asian twisted her emaciated form --- Hipbone CLACKING against the girl beneath her as she rolled off her body & plummeted back to the carpeted floor. “Oh, God!” High-pitched WAIL --- How was she supposed to fight a bitch in this condition? Luckily, or unluckily, the elder twin’s sights were set on her baby sister. ‘Bethany Washington. You better fucking explain. You know how much I...’ Way Hannah used Beth’s full name like an INSULT, kinda made it clear WHY the girl loathed being called that --- Musta been somethin' her family used when they were SCOLDING her. “She didn’t do anything! Mike, pleeeease!” If anyone could calm the bitch down, it would be her...OBSESSION. Em’s stomach churned at the thought. But, they needed to talk about this rationally. Or, well, as rationally as a bunch of emotionally FUCKED UP teens were capable. “Look. It’s all just, like, this huge misunderstanding.” (Were her words even comprehensible?) “I was, just, drunk and, uh, I couldn’t get up. She helped me and I kinda, like, fell on top of her and shit. That’s all.”
#xthefxrgxttenx#AWwwwwww ahahha I love how you always say Ems is CUTE even when she's being a total bitch ahahah <3#WELP Mike & Hannah enter the scene : Welcome the DRAAAMA#Em is ready to throw hands if Han tries to literally MURDER Beth lol#Also Beth not using her favor to ask Em to get off her is p damn tellingg#≠≠EMILY DAVIS≠≠ All Bite -- All Bark -- All Insecurity & Facade#≠≠EMILY x BETH≠≠ Be The Light At The End Of My Darkness?#≠≠VERSE;PRE GAME≠≠ Before Knives Lined My Spine#nsfw#long tw
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Hey! Did you see that? Dad said it’d just be us this weekend.
#≠≠EMILY DESIRES≠≠ Au Naturel? -- I Can Get With That#≠≠BETH WASHINGTON≠≠ I’m Sorry You’re Still Missing Beth
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ask meme: anonymous asked: Emily or Jessica?
#≠≠EMILY DAVIS≠≠ All Bite -- All Bark -- All Insecurity & Facade#≠≠EMILY VISAGE≠≠ There Goes 600 Bucks -- I Look Great In That Top
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TYPICAL EM , assuming the worst . he eyes the side of her cup , a small smile forming briefly ; she still has the same order . same nails too it seems . ‘ you look better than i bet we feel , ’ matt compliments , sipping his . it burns his tongue but he doesn’t care , just opens a sugar packet and sprinkles it into his mouth . his mom had taught him that trick , since he’s always been too IMPATIENT to wait . ‘ this doesn’t have to be weird , we can talk . ’ yeah , right , the only real thing they have in common these days is probably THE PAST . ‘ like about that . ’ gently he taps on her ring finger , eyebrow raised .
IS. HE. SMILING?
& Complimenting her? --- Emily’s heart FLITTERS & FLUTTERS inside of her chest like the wings of a butterfly. Despite herself. Despite how much she wants to HATE HIM. This was too much. She shouldn’t have agreed to meet up with him. After all the shit they’d been through together, how did she possibly think this was a GOOD IDEA? “Thanks.” She bit her tongue before a pet-name could roll off it. He didn’t DESERVE a ‘honey’, or ‘sweetie’. “You look...Okay too.” Was about the highest praise she was capable of dishing out right now. It was TRUE, though. Matthew Taylor had grown into a handsome man. (Of course he had. Rebound or not, he was always a looker).
“Tch.” Condescending scoff & a roll of her eyes when he opened up a packet of sugar & poured it directly into his mouth. “Matt. People are staring.” SHE SCOLDS. But, there’s the hint of a grin tugging at her lips. He really is such a DOOFUS. “Yeah...We can talk...Nothin’ weird about that.” They were kidding themselves if they actually believed that this was gonna be NORMAL. “Uhhh...” Shit. Matt had reached across the table & tapped the expensive engagement ring --- Should she have taken it off? She really didn’t wanna have THIS conversation. “Yeah. About that. I’m maybe, kinda, engaged. He’s like, the heir of this really big company. My dad totally loves the guy.” (But did she?) “He, uh...” Hands were FIDGETING --- “He’s got alotta promise.” Now she was just reciting words directly outta her father’s mouth. “What about you? You uh, seeing anyone?” Attempt to CHANGE THE SUBJECT.
#conquerlove#Awwww Matt is such a sweetie adsjklsdjkl#≠≠EMILY DAVIS≠≠ All Bite -- All Bark -- All Insecurity & Facade#≠≠EMILY x MATT≠≠ Fucker Left Me To Die --- Would You Give A Shit?#≠≠VERSE;POST GAME≠≠ What Comes After Dawn
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@7imbs | Cont. X.
“Ugh. Don’t be like that, Jess. You know you can tell me.” Up to this point in the conversation, everything had been NORMAL. They’d watched some romcoms, & gushed about how hot & hunky the actors were & BITCHED about how gorgeous & sexy the actresses were. (Well, mostly it was HER doing the bitching). Emily Davis suffered from a crippling case of...ENVY. It was consuming & draining & devoured her from the inside out. She resented girls who were prettier than her --- & Though she’d never admit it out loud, in her opinion, MOST girls were. (Jess included). After the second movie, they’d switched to hair, & makeup, & dress-up, & BOYS. Was no secret that Em was dating Michael Munroe --- Class prez & one of the most popular guys in school. She’d been BRAGGING ABOUT IT when the shift in her bestie’s demeanor happened. Which told her, Jess was HIDING something. Had to be a secret crush! & The PERSISTENT honor student was gonna figure out who. (Even if she had to resort to physical...”torture”).
“Come ooooooon!” Voice was high-pitched & WHINY as the skeletal brunette POUNCED across the room & tackled her friend onto the mattress --- Digging fingers into her rib-cage & finding all of Jess’ most ticklish spots. Way the girl WRITHED around & WHEEZED was proof that it was working. “This is why...” Pant, “Ya don’t.” Chuckle, “Keep secrets.” Dainty digits danced down those sides, “From people...” --- Emily could feel herself getting lightheaded from how hard she was LAUGHING, & How frantically the other was FIGHTING against her. But she wasn’t gonna stop. Not until the girl spilled all the juicy deets. “That know...Your fucking weaknesses.”
ABRUPT HALT --- Jessica had tossed up her hands in defeat & brought Gucci into the equation. This was SERIOUS. Fingers stilled their relentless assault & palms flattened across reddened ribs --- She’d wound up basically straddling her best friend on the bed. Dark eyes NARROWED SUSPICIOUSLY --- “Fine. But if I find out you’re lying to me, those Gucci slides are totally mine. And your new Fendi jacket too. The super cute one.” LOYALTY was the most important thing to Emily --- Even when it HURT, she preferred someone be HONEST with her. & If Jess was into a new guy, even if she didn’t approve of him for whatever reason, she wanted to KNOW. Cause that’s what best friends did. They told each other shit. “We, like, so gotta get you a boyfriend, sweetie. That way you can go on double-dates with me and Mike.”
#7imbs#This is already so cute omg I love it <3#≠≠EMILY DAVIS≠≠ All Bite -- All Bark -- All Insecurity & Facade#≠≠VERSE;PRE GAME≠≠ Before Knives Lined My Spine
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i may b sad but did u see my outfit
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@4x0hxnxroll sent: 🤝 - 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 !
E M I L Y & J E S S I C A
texts the other memes at 3 am: jess on any given night she’s not getting attention otherwise.
tries to convince the other to do an idea that definitely sounds questionable: jess. emily’s the friend jess likes to push to be more confident & have what’s her idea of fun.
is the designated driver and who always gets wasted: any dd decided is a decision short lived. they end up having mike or chris to drive them home cause they’re both getting trashed.
always has to host the impromptu sleepover: jess literally any time her parents are out of town , and she doesn’t have a sexcapade lined up.
who’s netflix account gets mooched off of: the both have their own , respective parents footing the bill.
brings all the snacks and who supplies the movie: emily brings the snacks , jess insists on the movie. usually something with whatever eye candy she’s in the mood for. something they don’t necessarily have to pay attention to.
is usually the first one to say sorry after a fight: neither ever says sorry. it’s canon. not until faced with trauma.
is the ‘ mom friend ‘: emily. jess does a lot of stupid things ( despite thinking they’re not ) emily’s one of the few people she respects who calls her out on it.
calls the other at 12 am to wish the other a happy birthday without fail: jess. she rings until an otherwise busy emily picks up the phone.
is the better wingman to the other: emily tries , but jess’ affections are usually already set elsewhere.
‘ the strong must protect the sweet ‘ , who’s the ‘ strong ‘ and who’s the ‘ sweet ‘: both play different roles in different scenarios.
pulls the other up for karaoke to sing a duet together: jess. going back to pushing those questionable ideas.
#≠≠S A V E D≠≠#Jess is such a bad influence on Em lol But also it's good she pushes her outta her comfort zone & makes her feel confident <3#Also that Jess RESPECTS Em to call her out on her stupid plans djsakljsadkl#≠≠EMILY x JESS≠≠ With Friends Like You -- Who Needs Enemies?#≠≠VERSE;PRE GAME≠≠ Before Knives Lined My Spine
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𝗦𝗢 𝗠𝗨𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬'𝗩𝗘 been through. so much no one else can even begin to understand. they say tragedies have a way of putting things into perspective. afraid of the unknown , of what she can’t control , but there’s something she can. she survived for GOD KNOWS what reason , maybe she can salvage something lost. a redemption deemed possibly small to others , has the capability to mean the world to her.
apologies have never come easy. it’s time to dissolve some of the STUBBORNNESS that runs her life. if anyone in her life deserves such apology , it’s emily. in the very least it gets the door opened. in a way , it’s selfish to show up now , but it’s better late than never she hopes. ❛ i’d hate me too , for the record. ❜ that in itself’s a lot to admit , swallowing pride to continue. ❛ in fact , i DO hate me , probably more than you if i’m being totally fucking honest. ❜ as far as closeness ventures , she doesn’t move an inch. ❛ so i don’t expect anything. i just . . . - i needed to tell you that. that i’m sorry not that i hate myself. i need you because . . . ❜ words finally start to fall short. ❛ i just do. ❜
Emily has known Jessica Riley for YEARS --- There’s a good chance that she knew more about the other than anyone else on the face of this planet. (Including Mike). SHUDDER at the thought of him. She’d watched the blonde GROW right before her very eyes. APPREHENSIVELY cheering from the sidelines each & every time Jess had some crazy, stupid idea. (Not without voicing her concerns). Or a dream that she’d NEVER REACH. Cause she always gave up. & She’d LECTURED the girl on her lack of ambition more times than she could count on all fingers & toes. (Byproduct of her father’s draconian upbringing). They’d comforted each other at low points. Shared happiness in high points. Fought with, for, & against one another.
POINT WAS; She knew Jessica,
& Jessica NEVER APOLOGIZED.
“Yeah. You kinda fucking suck.” Body is angled away from her ex-bestie --- Molars GRINDING PAINFULLY at the insides of her cheeks. She wants to appear undaunted. She just can’t. Not after everything --- “Seriously? You hate yourself?” Emily genuinely couldn’t BELIEVE IT. Not that Jess hated herself, they’d both always shared a tendency to overcompensate for their insecurities with faux-confidence. What she couldn’t believe was that the other was ADMITTING IT. Out loud. To a person who hated her. A person who not long ago would have used the knowledge to verbally RIP HER APART. “Thought you were PROUD of what you did to me. Happy to own up to it. Best part...Was how long it took me to notice, right?” Scoff & a roll of watery eyes --- Oh God. ‘Don’t cry now, Em. Keep it together. Breathe...’ “After all this time. Why now?” (She had a couple theories --- All of which involved Blackwood Mountain).
Might only be internal, but Emily APPRECIATES the fact that Jess is keeping her distance --- Proof that she still KNEW her too. She was gonna need a sec to process this. Could be days. Weeks. Months. Hell, there was a chance she would NEVER get past this. That the shattered remnants of friendship weren’t enough to put the effort into FIXING IT. “I... I don’t even know where to fucking start, Jess. Like, how can we...” What should they do? How did they begin HEALING? Did they just pick up where they left off? Go shopping? Watch a movie? Hug? “Ugh. I think I’m gonna be sick...”
#advntgs#These two forever giving me feels & breaking my damn heart#≠≠EMILY DAVIS≠≠ All Bite -- All Bark -- All Insecurity & Facade#≠≠EMILY x JESS≠≠ With Friends Like You -- Who Needs Enemies?#≠≠VERSE;POST GAME≠≠ What Comes After Dawn
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Awwwww. Emily was calling out to her like a drunken, uh… SOMETHING. (Beth wasn’t exactly SOBER – Just, less drunk than everyone else.) Wait. Why was that cute? Wait, WHAT?! BETHANY?! Visible grimace pulled at her lips to reveal rows of whitened teeth. “Please don’t call me that.” Only her PARENTS’ called her that. And they only seemed to call her name when blaming her for the fucked up heads of her at-times-tiresome siblings. “You know what? I don’t know if I CAN help. What if I fall down, too? Then there’s TWO PEOPLE who might hit their face on something.” Words spoken in jest, just to see how Emily would react. “Okay, okay, but you OWE ME ONE.” Finally moving to aid her (literally) fallen comrade, she begun to hoist Emily back to a two-footed base, seething out through gritted teeth when black nails dug right into the back of her hand. But something proved… CURIOUSLY WRONG… About the whole act. For a certain air of BREATHLESSNESS came about the twin sister when nails shoveled indentations into veins, sparking pleasure along sensitive nerves. Eyes snapped wide in shock, and maybe a little bit of panic, even though it had to be ILLOGICAL for Emily to have picked up on the little catch of oxygen in her throat. PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. And just like that, the girl tripped heel-over-toes, crashing against the very sofa she’d so MOCKINGLY called home earlier. “Goddammit, Emily, I–…”
GULP.
Glance down to find Emily’s face a mere hair’s breadth from her tits. Gasp most definitely evident this time around – But it had to be EASIER to explain and MORE UNDERSTANDABLE… Right? ”Whoa, Nellie is right, Jesus.” Small smile dared to tug at the corners of Beth’s mouth. Even despite the emotional distance kept by the two girls over the years. ESPECIALLY over the LAST YEAR. Beth had to admit, Emily smiling – GENUINELY SMILING – And giggling to herself like the CUTEST DORK, was, well… CUTE. Insanely so. But quiet intimacy lasted all of five seconds before their intimacy became very, VERY loud. Hands roams and bodies pressed and shivers shuddered and– “W-What do you think you’re–” Oh, God! “Oh… God…” Another gasp, another gulp. Maybe it was about damn time that Beth started believing in God. Or, at least, stopped taking his name in vain. Hot breath danced and twirled along PALLID, BONE-JAGGED, SKIN, with free hands hanging loose in suspension. Where the Hell did she PUT THEM? The couch itself. Emily’s waist? Fuck… Fuck! She kind of wanted to put them on Emily’s waist. Oh, God. What if Hannah found them right now? Fuck. Why had she even bothered? Fuck, fuck, fuck. “FUCK…” She hadn’t intended to curse out loud. “N-No, Emily. We… We shouldn’t. What would Michael think if he saw you like this? God, Hannah would KILL ME if she found us lay together. Kill us BOTH.” Worst part? Beth even kind of believed that. At the very least, she certainly didn’t wanna TEST IT. “Let’s just go up to my bedroom and we can cuddle ‘til you pass out, okay?”
WAIT THE FUCKING WHAT NOW?!?!
“Don’t call ya what? Beth? Bethany? Isn’t that your fucking name?” Wriggling mess of a girl WHINED LOUDLY from the carpeted floor --- Chin rubbing raw against wool with each violent jerk of her body. She musta looked FUCKING RIDICULOUS. Thank God Jess had already passed out hours ago. Otherwise the bitch would be recording her right about now --- Another video to post up onto her stupid Youtube channel. Her bestie was kinda obsessed with pulling pranks & HUMILIATING the people she claimed to LOVE. (Jessica Riley didn’t know the definition of love -- Literally). “But, like, you can, you know, protect me from smacking MY face on somethin’. Cause I can, like, use your face as a shield.” Half-joke, half-serious. Emily Davis was a NARCISSIST to her very core & so long as it wasn’t gonna kill the other girl, she’d happily let her take the DAMAGE. “Beeeeeeeeeth! Beth! Beth! Beth! Beth! Beth! Beth!” She could do this ALL NIGHT. & She would have if the other hadn’t surrendered. A more sober honor student mighta worried that the others would hear her & come rushing down --- Then again, that would require them actually GIVING A SHIT about her. “I OWE you one? What’s that s’posed to mean?” Condescension dripped off her tongue with the words & she had half a mind to tell Beth to GO FUCK HERSELF. If she were capable of standing on her own & she wasn’t bordering on blacking out, she probably WOULD HAVE. But, Emily Davis DID NOT sleep on fucking floors. She had class & dignity & grace & --- She was PLUMMETING.
Intoxicated & self-consumed brain made the teensy-weensy fashionista virtually BLIND & DEAF to whatever physical & vocal reactions Beth was having --- All she really knew was, despite how bony the forgotten Washington sibling is, she's still softer & comfier than the freakin’ floor. She actually has a nice, full pair of---MORE LAUGHTER at her friend’s bitching. “Kinda cute when you get all grumpy. You know that?” (Wait what? What the fuck did she just say?) --- “Mmmghshuuuup.” UNINTELLIGIBLE GROAN was released hotly across the other’s throat & cleavage --- (Sounded a lot like ‘shut up’). Daggers she called nails burrowed into prominent shoulder-blades through thin, cheap fabric. She’d never, for the life of her, understand why a girl whose family owned a MOTHERFUCKING MOUNTAIN, chose to wear crappy band shirts for funsies.
Snort & a roll of her eyes as she nuzzled deeper into the curve of Beth’s breasts. “Michael isn’t gonna give a shit, honey. Trust me. Jess and I cuddle like this ALL the time when we’re drunk.” (One of the only people Em felt safe & comfortable snuggling with). “He's a guuuuy. He loves it. Not like we’re FUCKING or anything.” Pause in contemplation & a shrug of small shoulders, “Actually, he’d probably like THAT too.” Now Hannah, she was a whole ‘nother story. One that her twin sister was quick to point out, “Oh yeah, Hannah will, like, TOTALLY kill you if she finds you...You know, LITERALLY sleeping with the enemy. Or whatever.” Emily’s grip only tightened on Beth when she insisted they go up to her bedroom & cuddle -- “Nuh--uhhhh. Don’t wanna.” She sounded like a PETULANT CHILD. “Safer to just stay here. We’ll probably fall down the stairs or somethin’. ‘Sides I’m comfy.” Thigh UNWITTINGLY slipped between her classmate’s legs & pressed flush against her through leggings.
#4x0hxnxroll#YUP SHE DID THE BETH BETH BETH WHINING LIKE WITH MATT AHahahaha#I'd honestly LOVE to have Hannah walk in on this & see what happens#Is that bad? lol oopsss#Poor Beth she's so clearly torn rn#Beth it's okay to wanna bone ur sister's arch nemesis. There there.#≠≠EMILY DAVIS≠≠ All Bite -- All Bark -- All Insecurity & Facade#≠≠EMILY x BETH≠≠ Be The Light At The End Of My Darkness?#≠≠VERSE;PRE GAME≠≠ Before Knives Lined My Spine#nsfw#ish
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