“‘Cause ‘round here it’s all about the people that you know.”

“Sirens and smoke remind us, maybe the world won’t find us.”

Katherine was losing herself to these last few moments, her arms had both moved to wrap around his neck as her body lightly leaned into his. She shivered as his hand slid along her back, a motion she remembered as if the last time he did it was yesterday. However, her hands dropped to his arms as their kiss broke to the sound of the door rattling. As soon as it flung open, her back pocket began to vibrate and the song from her playlist began to play. Sighing, she reached down and got her phone to swipe the alarm away. There was no hiding the annoyance in her gaze as she looked at Danny. He’d set this entire thing up knowing it was going to be awkward between the two of them but then, just as it almost seemed like things had started to change, of course the time was up. Kat reached up and ran her fingers through her hair again, scratching lightly at her scalp before Matteo grabbed her hand and pulled her along after him. As she passed Danny, she pressed a sharp manicured nail into his chest, “Don’t think I’m done with you.” A small smile was trying to hide on her features as her fingers curled around Matteo’s, wondering where it was he was leading her. “Mat..where are you taking me?” she asked with a gentle laugh, but still followed nonetheless. 

As soon as Katherine’s brain registered that Matteo had kissed her back, had actually kissed her back, her heart began to be faster than what it had been earlier. When he let her hand go, she wrapped that arm around his neck as she leaned into him. Without a second hesitation, Kat pushed her lips against his in a longing kiss, holding onto it as long as she could before having to pull away. She wanted to ask if he was sure, but Kat had no idea if it would have even been directed at him or at herself. She had a light shiver cascade up her spine. The taste of his lips so distinct in her mind that she would surely melt if she continued on the path she started only a few short moments ago. The feeling of his arm around her again was one of comfort and safety. Almost as if the anxiety had fled from her body. “I..” she started to say but stopped. There were no words that she could find to describe how she was feeling at that moment. Only that she wanted to kiss him again, and she did. 

closed starter for @fvcksgiven·

A history of romance and torture, of heartbreak and treason. Many years passed since it all went down and yet it was enough to connect Raphael with the Rivers bloodline for decades. Generation after generation, it was something that the demon carried behind his back, and while he wasn’t too past-oriented, he had an appetite for achieving the goal he couldn’t back then. It was his vision that he wanted to see coming to life, and he wouldn’t stop until he got his way. He was very familiar with Isaac’s past generation. After all, he had fallen in love with a male ancestor of Isaac’s. Despite using his force to make his relative a sex slave, he couldn’t gain his heart. However, this would soon change with the youngest in the family in his favor. After days of cautiously keeping an eye on him, he saw Isaac enter a local bar. It was his time to act without hesitation and let himself be known by following him inside.

While he walked towards the bar, his body began to take a different shape. Blonde locks turned raven-like, icy eyes giving up their coldness for piercing hazels. He manifested as everything Isaac could look for in a man looks-wise. The bar didn’t seem to be too crowded, which only made him stand out walking into the place. He made sure to give the male a few glances, his grin so uncharacteristically warm as it was directed at him. Raphael was a master of deception, so he had no problem feigning friendliness in order to force his way into the other’s close circle. After a few flirtatious exchange of stares, he approached the young man. “Are you here alone?” His hands remained in his pockets, taking Isaac’s features in. He was beautiful, especially for a human. He wouldn’t expect any less from a Rivers. “Let me buy you a drink. We can be alone together.”

I don’t think he’s going to make it. The last words to be said in Isaac’s mind before giving up and ordering himself a cold beer to drink the disappointment away. It was arranged for he and one of his close friends to meet for a night out at the bar but it was looking as if his friend had more important engagements elsewhere. Nothing a few drinks and maybe a warm body or two couldn’t make up for. With no other choice, Isaac took a sip of his beer as his eyes scanned the room for his options.

With no time wasted, his eyes met with what he swore was a god gracing the world’s most infamous bar with his presence. How was it that one man posessed every perfect feature from those fierce, dark colored eyes right down to his strong bone structure? It was as if the main character in his book he was attempting to write marched right out of it’s fictional pages and right through the securtiy guards. Enjoying every glance and smile that the other had returned, Isaac could feel the pull of gravitation between the two. In perparation of what was to come, he took a few more sips on his bud light and straightened out his back to correct his posture.

Holy shit, he is a god. “Normally, half assed pick up lines wouldn’t work on me,” his facial expressions hiding his shock at his own self guard, “but lucky for you, I need a new drink.” Isaac held his bottle in front of the other, shaking it from side to side to give proof of his empty glass.

Here are my rules if you wanna check them before we get the ball rollin. 

Here you will find my one and only starter lol but there will be more soon now that it’s the weeeeekend! 

Below is a list of my muses and their fc! Just click their name if you want to check out their connections page. They all have about the same type of connections (because I’m terrible and can’t think of too many unique ones) with a few that are different based on their backgrounds. If you want to read more about one or all of my guys just check out my ‘muses’ tab! (I do still need to think of a background for Matteo and Isaac).

Declan Wright - Jacob Elordi

Noah Kingston - Dylan O’brien

Gabriel Trevino - Diego Boneta

Adrian Trevino - Michael Trevino 

Matteo Foster - Nick Robinson

Isaac Rivers - Logan Lerman

The air in the closet seemed to be circulating easier - as if it wasn’t so thin or so hard to breathe. When he told her he missed her, her heart skipped a beat and jumped right into her throat. Had she heard him right? “Does it matter?” she whispered, biting in her lower lip for a moment, her eyes closing at the feeling of his hand caressing her cheek - not even bothering to look at her phone to see how many minutes were left - only out of fear that it might make her anxious that time was almost over. As much as she thought she was going to hate this time, the longer it took for the time to pass the less anxious she was becoming. Taking a half step closer to him, her one hand now gently wrapped around his forearm as if trying to hold his hand against her cheek. Kat hesitated again, unsure if she was actually going to through with this, but the time was ticking and now was about as good as any. Leaning up, she pressed a gentle kiss to Matteo’s lower lip, testing herself and him to see if it was even okay for her to have done that.

Again, as if it was of her own fault, the silence crept between them after her admission. Kat shouldn’t have said what she did, admitted words that had long been sitting in that silent void. Her nails gently, but anxiously running up and down his arm. Even though he didn’t have to, he was still protecting her from really hurting herself. It was one of the few reasons that she got her nails at a point, the easier it was to scratch as her head. Her body slightly shivering as she watched his hand come up near her face, closing her eyes as his fingers brushed her face. “I hope not.” Once again, the redhead admitted something she wasn’t sure she was ever going to. “I-I miss you. I miss how we were.” Maybe the atmosphere really had changed. Maybe it was the place they were in. The fact there were no ears around to hear them. 

Something changed in her the moment that she felt his touch. The intimate thing he used to do to keep her from clawing her head raw. Her fingers flexed for a moment when his tangled with hers, almost as if they wanted to plant themselves into her scalp and not leave. dark eyes shifting down to see their clasped hand at her side, fingers still curled around his. “I hate what we’ve become..” she whispered, finally admitting what she had refused to admit to herself. she didn’t want to be like this - they had been such good friends. when did they turn from friends to enemies? overnight? that only happened in movies, didn’t it? her free hand flexing nervously, wanting to replace the previous one and continue to scratch. instead, it rose, slowly, hesitantly to rest on Matteo’s arm, absently dragging along the exposed skin. kat gave his hand a soft squeeze before glancing up and for the first time since he stepped in did she lock her gaze onto his. even in the dark, she could still see well enough. silently she wished her alarm would go off already - stop this nervousness being so close to him, to touch, to smell but still so far.

It was the silence that was making her most anxious. That looming air of words unspoken in their relationship - between them. All the things she’d wanted him to know but never told him, they all hid in this silence, torturing her. For whatever reason, they couldn’t even hold a civilized conversation anymore - it was always a screaming match. Kat’s voice couldn’t take it anymore. It cracked every time she saw him, every syllable she spoke. “I can’t -” she whispered, her skin covering in chills at the sensation of his hand around her wrist, “I can’t help it.” He was right, she’d probably already scratched a few small holes into her scalp with her pointed nails. “Matteo..” his name spilling from her lips with a hint of sadness. From this distance she could smell him, could remember the happiness she had once felt wrapped in that smell. She wasn’t even sure where she was going with her train of thought once she said his name. It just happened. Though, with his hand holding her, her nails momentarily stopped her assault and just remained still.

Brown hues rolled into her head as easily as the sarcasm that rolled off Matteo’s tongue. They brought out the very worst in each other. “I hadn’t noticed.” Hadn’t always been that way. Strangely enough, if she remembered correctly, this exact situation was how the pair had met. Irony wasn’t always so funny. Some small piece of her was glad that it was Matteo but the rest of her wished that Danny had chosen someone else - anyone else. The game was always awkward no matter who it was but at least there was generally less talking and static air looming. Kat wasn’t entirely sure how to take what he said. Partly hurt but also confused in his choice of phrasing. “It’s not always the equipment, it’s the operator,” she finally muttered. Why did she have to comment? Let him get under her skin like that. Clicking the side of her phone, she noticed that only two minutes had passed but it felt like twenty. Still, she continued to scratch at her scalp, almost digging hole into her head - anxiety worsening. 

For a moment in time, Katherine had forgotten who had even spun the bottle when it landed on her. Of course it was Danny. He had this obscure vision in his head that she and Matteo were some sort of match made to be. Clearly the opposite was the truth. They had tried and well, here they were. From former friends to whatever it was they were now. “You could have declined.” No one was forced to play, everyone had their right to refuse to participate - so as uncomfortable as it was for the both of them, he was still there. Inside the tight, dark space with her. His words stung. Like a fire hot knife to her insides. “About time.” Of course, she was almost positive her clear expression betrayed the words she spoke. “As soon as this is over you can go back to fishing,” the redhead commented. Tip of her tongue dampening her lips as she fiddled with her hair out of anxiety and nervousness. Maybe it was irritation. Not like it really mattered. 

The moment that Matteo walked into the closet, Katherine began to let out slow, uneven breaths. Someone had to be playing a joke on her - a wicked, cruel and unusual joke. She remained where she had previously been perched as her fingernails ran through her hair, scratching at her scalp on their way out of the waves of red. “Of course they would choose you,” she finally broke the silence, her voice a whisper. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, brown eyes glancing at the time. This would probably be the longest seven minutes of her life. “What are you even doing here, Matteo?” Kat finally asked of the white elephant in their tiny space, having not even expecting him to show up at the party. 

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open to: m/f/nb plot: seven minutes in heaven with a spin the bottle twist. the person it lands on has to spend seven minutes locked in a closet with whoever the spinner chooses. katherine is the one it lands on this time - so she goes and waits in the closet. your muse is the one chosen by the spinner. (open to any kind of connection: enemy, ex, former fwb, etc)

kat stared down at her red painted nails, legs crossed one over the other as she sat on a box filled with who knows what. she enjoyed this game and even better when it involved more than just kissing. her seven minutes never stayed seven minutes, they always ended up longer, always. when the door opened, she glanced up and her smile slowly faded. “you’re joking…” a sigh left her lips. this might be the first time she didn’t enjoy this game.

Sipping on his red solo cup filled of water, he wasn’t planning on getting drunk tonight, Matteo watched as the bottle landed on the one person he was hoping to not run into at this party. The spinner just so happened to be his best friend who had dragged him to this stupid game and with the assumption of what was to come next, the brunette tried to direct his eye contact to anyone or anything that wasn’t his friend who was grinning directly at him. Fuck. “Screw you,” he sighed before taking the budlight from his friend’s grip and chugging what was left.