"alright, aladdin, don't disappoint me," whit teased back, reeling on the high that their banter brought her as she buckled up and positioned her feet comfortably on the dashboard. "as long as we make it back in one piece, i won't have to tell my mom that you chauffeured me around in this accident waiting to happen." neither of them wanted to deal with the wrath of toni hargrove. after more time passed than whit had realized, lost in their back and forth and the small world they'd created inside of his truck, she should have known those would have been her famous last words when the whole thing began to stutter before coming to a complete halt. "ferg... when you called your vehicle a deathtrap, i had convinced myself you were joking. please say you were joking, please say this is just a prank and you're trying to scare me. because, whew, you got me! we can keep on to the city now."

"you're such a small town girl. of course you think the worst was fingernail pulling. whit, you have such a world to see." of course, teasing her was ferg's favourite pastime. it was his love language, so to say. he laughed a little, tilting his head. "i don't give a fuck. this truck is about 5 miles from becoming a deathtrap. pouring acid on the dashboard might fix the fucking thing." but, he felt like they'd be able to get there and back in one piece. maybe? hopefully? but he knew that the two of them needed time away from the 'truman show' that they lived in. they needed to be and live without judgement. so, he began to drive away from the small town, aiming towards the city.

i'd love some more replies to my opens, hehehe. <3

Kristen Stewart in Love Lies Bleeding (2024) dir. Rose Glass

that was the first comeback preston presented that cut val in any way, that made her feel threatened, and the girl's jaw fell open. “you must be talking about someone else, i’m not the type to get off on praise,” though they both knew that was a lie. the upper hand wasn’t something she would willingly admit he had, not while she was sober. besides, he didn’t have the biggest platform to stand on considering she’d never let her mind lapse and allow him to touch her again. let alone call her something so intoxicating... “you’d be surprised how easy it is to ruin someone’s life, even the people who think they’re worth nothing.”

Whether he truly had a crush on her was for him to know, but it wasn't something he would have been embarrassed by. It took a lot to truly get him to throw in the towel. "Don't worry, I won't tell everyone that the girl who prides herself on being a bitch, doesn't mind being called a good girl from time to time," Preston had said it low enough for only them to hear but he would never give her the satisfaction of having the last word, especially when she tried to stick it to him where it hurt. He wondered if she knew that at this point, they were going to go back and forth for a long time. "You don't scare me, Val. Besides, it really sounds like you have a lot more to lose than I do."

“if you don’t want anything more out of this, if you don’t want it again, then yeah, maybe! maybe i need you to say fucking me was your biggest mistake, cam, or else i don’t know how to get rid of this pit in my stomach we’ve become! i won’t be able to get you out of my fucking head if i know,” sawyer’s voice halted, the words to capture how she felt escaping her completely. if she knew there was a chance? something to hope for? maybe there were none. but, as she stood there, chest heaving as she caught her breath, she was terrified. she was never the type to make any type of confession, let alone confront her feelings. camden made her different, brought this all out of her. “i don’t know what i want from you either. i don’t— i don’t know, cam.”

her frustration is contagious , a similar feeling beginning to internally simmer . “ what do you want me to say ? would you prefer i lie and tell you that i think it was the worst mistake of my life ? i’m not trying to let you down easy or something , sawyer . ” heaves a heavy sigh , unable to deflect from her questions . his affection toward her wouldn’t allow him to brush them off , forced to confront them with some sort of response . “ because i don’t know what you want from me . i don’t know what’s going on inside your head . ” a strange feeling considering the foundation of their relationship . “ well , we can figure it out together or i can give you time alone to figure it out . ”

she was ranting, something eve had always had a tendency to do, and must have tuned out any voice that wasn’t her own. it wasn’t until his tone grew sharper, voice louder, that she snapped out of her own head and let her gaze drop to his hand. “no,” the woman’s head instinctively shook as she stepped towards him, hesitating a hand that had reached out towards his note, though she stopped herself. “it’s real. it’s fucking real. fuck!” it took everything in her not to spiral again. “can i— can i see it?”

muse: Julian "Jules" Brawn.

He fell silent as his blue eyes scanned the note she was showing him. One of his hands in his jacket pocket clenched a note exactly like hers, but with his name engraved on it. He felt his heart racing as he began to feel everything he had once felt in high school. ❝Eve❞ he called out softly, but then his eyes met hers as he took a step forward, his voice louder this time. ❝Eve❞ when she finally fell silent and he got her attention, Julian took out his own note from his pocket, extending it to her to see.

“the queen is just…anxious about people she doesn’t know. don’t worry, once my mother gets to know you, really know you, i’m sure she’ll stop looking at you like that.”

closed one - liner for @persephonyed

"The Queen is staring at me again from the distance..."

val couldn’t deny her attraction to him, unfortunately that much was evident, so the last thing she would do was attempt combat the remarks he intended to burrow under her skin. “you’re right, i can’t. that night plays on repeat, rusty, and thoughts of you bending me over haunt me at night. but that’s what you’ve been reduced to — a fucking nightmare. in my head is where you’ll stay.” her brow raised. “got it?”

"yeah, yeah, you mentioned that plenty of times." a wave of his hand, followed by a smirk. "seems like you think about that night pretty often. can't get me out of your head, huh?" rusty couldn't help but tease, pushing the limits of being obnoxious as often as he could.

"oh, wow, so you are capable of listening? and retaining what i've basically spelled out for you, apparently." a stretch considering the way flora had screamed it before. "if only you could do the same when we were still together."

closed for @persephonyed ♡

“i  thought  you  said  you  never  wanted  to  see  me  again.”

chewing on her lower lip, wide-eyed and gazing up at him, blair found something he had said amusing. “are there many ‘other chicks’ i should be worried about?” not that she was in any position to stake a claim on him. her face softened as she proceeded, “does that bruise have anything to do with their warnings?”

"i guess it depends on what you consider bad?" his hands were buried in the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders lifting in a shrug. the bruise on his cheek all part of his line of work, but enough of a warning for people to stay away. "who told you to stay away? other chicks or?"

pouting to herself, katia’s alcohol infested mind rationalized that his harshness was just out of worry for her. that he just wanted to make sure she didn’t have a crippling hangover tomorrow. if he really cared, though, he’d already be there, taking care of her himself. [text] you’r not being nice [text] and dont tellme you cant be nice i know you can [text] u have been before she sighed before rolling out of bed to get some water, mad at herself for taking some of his advice. [text] im never going to be able to forget u chase

[text] then you're just being an idiot and setting yourself up for a killer hangover.

he had to stop. he knew he was encouraging this by simply replying. if he didn't indulge her, they could both just continue moving on. it was in her best interest. his didn't matter because of the way he lived his life. he couldn't have someone like katia and she deserved someone that wasn't him.

[text] you are crazy [text] i'm not good — this is no good [text] just go to sleep and forget you texted at all

it weighed heavy on her, the words that sat upon the tip of her tongue, and they carried a load she was unfamiliar with. these inner contemplations were exactly why cora tried to avoid spending time with cash before — her willpower was near nonexistent when they were in the same room. so she sighed, turning to meet his own with darkened eyes before letting the weight fall. “then stay down here with me. stay here and we can stay up late watching shitty movies and doordash some snacks,” sure, she was clinging to straws, but the pull in her chest was stronger than she was. and cora didn’t want this night to end yet. it all felt so final once it did. “is everything in the same drawers it used to be?” a pain stabbed her chest. “i can just run up and change real fast, if it is.”

can't help but wince at mention of the house belonging to only him now. is that how this worked ? since the separation, it had still been their home even though cora hadn't lived here in months. "it wouldn't feel right having you sleep down here," he manages to get out through his grief, "but i don't want to argue with you." they'd done enough of that when they were together. though, towards the end, it was mostly silence. he'd been the blame for that ⸻ a lesson he'd learned from his father. when things get tough, shut down. "i have an old tee - shirt you can use," he suggests, "think there's a pair of sweats you could fit in, too." had kept the things she'd left behind, but he couldn't bear to tell her that.

if she weren’t the one river was always shooting their looks at, camille might've missed how they’d changed slightly, a little softer around the edges. a little bit like they actually enjoyed the excessive amount of time they now spent together. “yeah, yeah, and it’s about as terrifying as a puppies is.” it had become effortless between them, there probably wasn’t anyone as close to her as river is now. which was easy to live with them camille didn’t give it too much thought. “i trust your food choices and your party opinions, and that really fucking blew. not even a handle of cheap vodka or a bag of wine in sight. who’s party was that? tomas’? i’m unfollowing him on insta as we speak.”

river paused, looking back at camille with a look sprinkled with amusement you could only see if you knew them well enough. "that's just my face." she rolled her eyes, looking away to try and stifle her grin. "sure, whatever, i'll buy your burger, but we're going to my favourite diner." they began leading the way, trying not to notice that the stars in the sky looked twinklier and the glow from each streetlight seemed to envelop them in a warm glow. "that party was such bullshit. who throws a house party and doesn't actually supply alcohol?"

“be my guest, but they taste about ten times worse than they smell.” the blonde’s lips twisted up in an all too hopeful grin as she turned to survey the table. “oreos might be store bought, but they’re always safe. and those crispy things with the marshmallow are incredible…i’ve had three already. don’t tell anyone.” turning back to him, margot had to steady her heart. “and the coffee is as average as ever, but it’s kind of a comforting constant, don’t you think?”

grayson paused his movements, lifting the cookie up to his nose to sniff suspiciously as the blonde spoke. "i sure hope that's friendly advice and not you trying to keep them all for yourself." he eyed her cautiously, but then smiled, placing it back down. "what do you recommend, then?"

plot where muse a is a star athlete on a professional team, and they go to a bar/pub after a great victory, where they meet muse b - a very attractive, bitter stranger wearing a fan jersey from the rival team.

CALLUM TURNER as JOHN 'BUCKY' EGAN in MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024), part two

whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)