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[ . . . ] REGRETSHER ━ an independent &. highly selective daisy jones

a study of ; unconditional love , right person / wrong time, temptations, &. being the somebody .

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a little peeved that someone stole my icon :/

#• | general ━ ooc.#like-#ugh

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taylor swift // 1989 vault tracks rp lyrics meme.

edit/change pronouns etc as you see fit!

"slut!"

what if all i need is you?

got love-struck.

got lovesick all over my bed.

love to think you'll never forget.

love thorns all over this rose.

i'll pay the price, you won't.

they might as well be looking at us.

if they call me a slut, you know, it might be worth it for once.

if i'm gonna be drunk i might as well be drunk in love.

everyone wants him.

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman.

you're not saying you're in love with me.

it might blow up in your pretty face.

say don't go.

we're a shot in the darkest dark.

the waiting is a sadness.

fading into madness.

it won't stop.

i'm standing on a tightrope, alone.

i'm holding out hope.

i'm holding out hope for you to say 'don't go'.

i would stay forever.

i would stay forever if you say 'don't go'.

why'd you have to lead me on?

why'd you have to twist the knife?

why'd you have to twist the knife, walk away and leave me bleeding?

why'd you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night?

your silence has me screaming.

you kiss me and it stops time.

i'm yours, but you're not mine.

you're not there.

i was trying to see the cards that you won't show.

i'm about to fold.

why'd you have to make me want you?

why'd you have to give me nothing back?

why'd you have to make me love you?

i said 'i love you', you say nothing back.

i want you more.

now that we don't talk.

i guess i'll never, ever know now that we don't talk.

it looks like you're trying lives on.

i miss the old ways.

you didn't have to change.

i guess i don't have a say.

the more i gave, you'd want me less.

i can't pretend it's platonic.

it's just ended.

guess maybe i am better off.

the only way back to my dignity was to turn into a shrouded mystery.

guess this is how it has to be.

suburban legends.

all was quickly forgiven.

you were so magnetic.

i didn't come here to make friends.

we were born to be suburban legends.

when you hold me, it holds me together.

you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever.

you'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries.

i can still see you now.

i know that you still remember.

we were born to be national treasures.

i broke my own heart.

i broke my own heart coz you were too polite to do it.

my whole life's ruined.

is it over now?

you still wouldn't go.

you dream of my mouth.

was it over?

is it over now?

your new girl is my clone.

did you think i didn't see you?

at least i had the decency to keep my nights out of sight.

i think about jumping off of very tall somethings.

if she's got blue eyes i will surmise that you'll probably date her.

you search in every model's bed for something greater.

#• | general ━ memes.#ahhhhhh #gimme gimme

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either playing chicken or cat and mouse, or both games at once. competent players playing for kicks; one would have to be blind to deny their mutual attraction. pretend opponents that both are after one same ambition. a smile tugs on his lips at her confession, he likes her eyes on him, but he will not fall for the bait. it’s a comfort to know that she keeps an eye out for him, as he does her. olive eyes instinctually scan a sea of people from his pedestal night after night. of all mouths chanting his lyrics, he’s only particularly interested in one. it borders on risky, how he begins to perform for a single spectator. but billy dunne doesn’t really do anything half-assed. he falls as hard as he plays. with each stop on the tour, he wanders further off into the deep end. “ must make a boring watch. ” an unexpected turn of events. hazelwood’s very own casanova had skipped town and left his girl-hopping habits at home. he’s been a saint, an unbecoming evolution. plenty of the appeal of tour resided on the opportunities. some fractions of the six take advantage of it more than others: “ so rojas is our top scorer, huh? can’t say i’m surprised. ”

he is not above asking. not when it comes to what he wants – or whom, for that matter. she leaves the door open, but billy is dead-set on making her sweat. a taste of her own medicine, though her company is his favorite ailment. “ noted. ” fumes fills his lungs and he’s feel warm, at home with the chemical burn making its way across his system. billy doesn’t make much of a thief, he offers the cigarette back to her, more of a symbolic gesture considering the remainder. “ maybe i am holding back. ” the very textbook definition of restraint, at the moment, both on paper and off. billy does not seek out criticism, rather dreads it. but when daisy begins to pick at them, he knows it comes from a caring place. she chose them; he’s seen her. a perfect devotee to the music. daisy experiences their songs the way they’re meant. billy is very aware that whatever it is that they’re doing, it exists parallel to the loyalty she has for the medium. he can hear the alterations in his mind’s ear: a less tinny, more tender sound. daisy knows what she’s talking about and the lack of doubt in her words makes him want her all the more for it. he does not take offense: a first. “ i didn’t know there was so much room for improvement. it seems like we need you desperately. ” he leers as his head cants, a glimmer of craving evident in his eyes, calling her name. “ maybe we can reach some kind of arrangement for your services? ” it is his turn to leave out feelers. “ mutually beneficial, of course. ”

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light sizzling from the cigarette was put out, the remainder of it ashes left in a tray. for a lost girl, daisy felt belonging. in that van, in front of the stage with the crowd screaming his name — most of all, in the eyes staring at her. a rockstar, and he was looking at her like she was it. he was the spotlight shining on the place she occupied. ❝ i prefer it that way. you and i both know that none of those girls could give you what you want. ❞ always bold, to a fault perhaps. confidence radiating, a quality gained from discovering herself in the music. brow quirked upwards with a smirk and the shake of a head, ❝ it would be you. women are obsessed with drummers, but not as much as they are lead singers. ❞ unapproachable, that was the reputation he had developed. a challenge to get him alone. one she had been determined to succeed in. daisy crossed her legs, thighs pressing together, her boot clad leg bouncing. being still wasn’t a skill she had mastered quite yet. and it was doubtful that she ever would.

a self appointed music expert. daisy knew what she was looking for in their sound, and she knew it would be the step to take them in the right direction. ❝ you’re great at what you do, billy. you can keep a crowd’s attention. you have the most beautiful voice i’ve heard. it’s just – the words you’re singing, i want to feel them, ❞ her hand rested over the left of her chest, ❝ i want you to break my heart and piece it back together all with a single bridge. ❞ he could do it. she knew that he would be able to. the parts were there, he just needed to be bold. she replaced the space beneath her palm by pressing it over his heart instead. the steady thrumming, beating against her fingertips. ❝that? feel that? now write something that will make me feel this. ❞ a wave had washed over her. the tension always had been there, the passion, but it was tangible. she could quite literally feel it.

the band had played melodies straight into her chest. she had grown attached to it all. the sound, the late nights, tagging along for the ride. they could go all the way. the six’s potential wasn’t even nearly being reached. it would be cruel not to give them her assistance, right? daisy didn’t move an inch. her hand stayed where it was, fingers only microscopically twitching to curl into his denim. ❝ i could help you be the biggest band in the world. all it takes is some tuning, ❞ she swallowed, chest rising and falling. letting the silence linger, it was finally broken, ❝ then tell me, billy dunne. what do you have in mind that will benefit me? ❞

#regrethim #• | verses ━ the groupie daisy jones #• | dynamics ━ ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ᵈᵘⁿⁿᵉ ( feat. regrethim ).#bark #the make me feral

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↪ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 ? ( a series of sentence starters from season 1 of “ orphan black ” . adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated ! )

i wanna see [ name ] .

well , that's not fair , is it ?!

oh my god , you look like crap .

i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?

something really weird just happened at the train station .

what the hell is wrong with you ?

listen to me , [ name ] , i'm only gonna ask you this once .

oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you .

get in the car .

when you don't give a damn , i get pissed .

you'd better be ready . are you ready ?

you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ?

this shit is as hard as it gets . but you've gotta stop making it worse .

i panicked , what do you want me to say ?

i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?

you don't have to babysit me , dipshit .

i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself .

[ name ] , open the goddamn door !

yeah , the last thing i am is special .

[ name ] , where have you been ?

where have i been ? uh .. long story .

oh , jesus , are you alright ?

you have a few words , [ name ] ? anything you want to express ?

plead your mercy & your pity .

love is imperfection itself .

say it . go ahead , say it's my fault .

who the hell are you ?

of course not . you think we'd let that happen ?

i'm at home , you've got it all wrong .

you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .

i'm worried you're losing the plot again .

sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do .

i mean , what am i supposed to do ?

you don't have to take this on .

i can't keep waking up every night , checking your breathing , worried you're mixing your meds , booze ... god knows what else .

i knew it was too good to be true .

why would you help such a stupid plan ?

i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle .

i'm not dirty , i just freaked out .

if there is another version of this story ...

walk me through it again . so i know you won't crack under questioning .

you're making me nervous .

finally ! where have you been ?

who am i speaking to ?

how did you find me ?

idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?

i don't care who you are .

nope , that is not my responsibility .

go , & wait for a call .

what i'm trying to do is move on .

we have known each other for awhile now , [ name ] .

i nailed it , man . every detail .

come on , [ name ] , give me a little love here !

you know , my skin just breaks out every time i leave downtown .

whoa , hey , [ name ] - you always do this to me !

i don't do backup , i don't even know what backup is !

i got stuck , i was running from my own shit .

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers .

don't ! do not shoot me , please !

seriously , it's life or death .

am i going insane ?

#• | general ━ memes.#HI GIMMIE

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why, why, why? she is a broken record, repeating a melody he does not want to hear over and over again. she’s out to get him. he can picture her picking at every piece of him, until he disintegrates. or fights back. he halts in his corner of the ring, the gravel rolls beneath his sole, itching him forward, but he instinctually inches back. and it is exhausting, constantly dragging himself away from her magnetism. arms akimbo in a dueling stance she mimics as she draws near, menacing and enticing. the dread causes his heart begins pounding faster in his chest. it’s nothing new: she eclipses billy and he picks up her familiar scent, has begun to memorize the way her handsome features look from this angle. up-close, he gets a better look of her. it’s a cruel trade, since it means daisy can see through him right back. his lips are pursed, holding back sentiments of distress due to the pathetic unequivocable truth: he was about to give in to her. it was bound to happen sooner or later, but its inevitably does little to ease his anxiety. because this is who he is at his core: a weak man whose promises mean next to nothing.

he puts the music first. in this particular instance (and in several other works in progress), she is the music, too. it comes at the cost of his resolve but the futile exercise has worn him down. so talk he does. “ –– because this is the song, daisy! ” irritated words come in the form of a whine, his eyes pressed shup as he steps into the trap, willingly. “ you and me. this thing right here. ” he has run out of words. he’s used them all up on a couple of verses. a hand cradles her face as his forehead grazes hers, holding her as if she were a fragile thing and not his tormentor. the leading role in the dark comedy that has become of his life.

he breathes a little easier halfway through the declaration, finding a silver lining as pulls away slightly to seek her glance. for once, he gets to be the one to tell her what she wants to hear. he will relish the taste of the confession on his tongue, in case it is the first and last time he can be this honest. he wants to watch as the satisfaction takes over her expression. to be the one to give her that win. “ i need you for it to be real, alright? honest, like you say ” she’s so close their noses touch, but he cannot kiss her. and the song will be all the better for it. he follows one final instruction, no debt left unpaid. “ and of course, i fucking want you. ” and it becomes obvious to him then that it will not be the only time he will utter tell her those words.

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for a minute, the world stopped spinning. ripped off its axis. because he was right there, touching her, scorching her skin with the brush of his thumbs. and he was surrendering. the sun burning white like the flag he was waving. much like herself, billy didn’t back down. proven wrong in one respect to be proven right in the ways that were important. this was her winning. victorious; she got the confession she wanted. why did she feel at his mercy, then? piercing lion gaze turned to gazelle. the predator fell to prey all from a touch. melting, eyes shutting, because she couldn’t look at him. not right now. she was in danger of falling even more in love with him. daisy breathed in through her nose, chest rising. daring to get closer, pressing up until the point that they could fall into one another. it was never enough. it was then that she really understood the song, related to it in her own way. twin souls split apart, pleading to be brought back together.

she had been so focused on getting him to divulge his truth, give her exactly what she wanted — she didn’t think far enough ahead. it never occurred to her that she would win. it never occurred to her that she would have to plan the next step. ❝ it’s addictive. i know, ❞ she kept coming back for more. he left an imprint on her brain from the moment they met, unable to clear out. her hands were glued to her sides, the only shred of restraint she granted him. them. good storytelling requires sacrifice. daisy was giving up her wants for the better of the fucking song. shit, she sounded like him.

❝ okay. ❞ her hands didn’t betray her, but her eyes did. they snapped open, searching his. and down she went. deeper and deeper into this pit he had pushed her into. mouth spread into a closed lip smile. it wasn’t one of satisfaction, it was genuine. the little things brought her joy, and billy being honest was one of them. the tug of that string dragging them closer. ❝ i’ll go back in there. but we’re doing this my way. i’m not going to be hiding behind the glass. you’re gonna have to sing it right in front of my face, ❞ now she was smirking. creative genius; she knew the tension would be tangible. so close, yet so far. a running theme between them. daisy paused, relishing the peace, having him in her corner. then her hands came up between them. shoving herself free from his touch, ❝ then go in there and sing like you fucking mean it. ❞ echoing his sentiment back to him, she took the first steps back into the studio, leaving him to follow behind. they could build this tension, let it out in a song, but she knew what she wanted when the session was over. it was going to spill over, they had pushed it too far this time. nearing an explosion.

#regrethim #• | dynamics ━ ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ᵈᵘⁿⁿᵉ ( feat. regrethim ).#HI HI HI HI HI HI HI #i had to reply to this one #this thread owns me #make out already #**** you know you wanna guys

YOUR FAVORITE HEAD CASE IS BACKKKKKKK

#• | general ━ ooc.#still sparse bc of grad school #but the muse is back baby

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he swallows down his fascination, channeling into mere amusement. were he still in hazelwood the image of a lady cursing at a lighter before tossing it away might have struck him as alarm bells. in los angeles, however, daisy jones does an excellent job at making it seem compelling. she does not appear a damsel in distress, but he does his best rendition at coming to the rescue. searching palms pat over his pocket, the lighter sits in the same pocket as his mostly empty wallet, he fishes it out. apt fingers flip the lid open, producing a flame, and jealously waits for the cigarette to be placed between her lips once more. “ yeah, fuck ‘em all. ” billy does not see himself becoming a father any time soon, his dreams reside elsewhere but he reckons that it takes a special sort of asshole to abandon their children – graham was only five, for fucks sake, and already clearly on his way to becoming the sweetest kid alive.

“ nowhere is as expensive, daisy. i don’t know how to describe pittsburgh. ” steel mills weren’t much to look at. his hometown was immutable, and billy knew from the moment he crossed statelines, that he was always meant to leave. “ it isn’t nearly as pretty, it’s real hard day’s night out there. you know, i’d never seen a palm tree before? ” billy debates whether to settle on the wall next to her, but finds he likes looking at her while she speaks, he wouldn’t want to miss a moment of her. she sings too, and while it registers in his brain as a new piece of meaningful information, it does not come as a surprise. “ says who? ” billy asks. it’s hard to imagine someone telling daisy she is ‘not enough’. sure, he may not know her very well, but she spills over, magnetism oozes of her every word. how can she believe there is something she lacks? “ i’d love to hear you sing sometime. ” billy smiles, at it all: her response. her question. her. it may be off-putting to admit. but he will not play humble and bashful. will not pretend to be undeserving when he knows they are not. “ we’re great. ”

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like a moth to a flame, she leaned into it. allowing the fire to catch on the edge of her cigarette. accepting a gift from this stranger turned savior. menthol tingles breathed in and back out, releasing it in a sigh, her eyes fallen closed. family wasn’t important. every turn she took, they disappointed her. or she disappointed them. depended on what side one was looking in through. a father with a talent for hiding who he was behind a canvas. hiding from his responsibilities. a mother who wanted to stay young so badly that she pretended her child didn’t even exist. if that existence was made clear, it called for a scolding. daisy would have preferred no parents to the ones she had. bud was put out beneath her toe, shoving off from the brick wall, ❝ it’s not so easy work here either. ❞ she patted his chest; new additions to the life in la never saw it right away. the scraping, the struggling. living off ramen, enjoyed from a friend’s couch. ❝ at least it’s mostly service jobs here. only dealing with rich assholes that you have to pretend are always right, ❞ arm linked with his, tugging him towards the coffee shop. ❝ enough dicking around. i need some caffeine. ❞

straight up to the cash register, she ordered herself a latte, ❝ and let me guess? black coffee for the tough guy here. oh! and it’s on him. ❞ the coffees were made in record time. she sipped at the scalding drink, halting her steps when she heard his confession. ❝ never seen a palm tree before you came here? next thing you’re gonna drop on me is that you’ve never seen the ocean. ❞ they took a seat at the closest table to the door. ( 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 ) ❝ not to hop on the shitty parents train again, but my mother. never wanted to hear my voice, and she definitely didn’t think my writing was any good, ❞ hands circled around the paper cup. the heat was soothing to the touch. more softness came from this drink than her parents. funny. ❝ i mostly sing in the shower, but if you wanna hear me, my best friend simone got me a gig, ❞ she shrugged, it’s not that she didn’t believe in herself. she knew she was good. but would the people like her? ❝ okay, hot shot, i need to hear you sing then, too. ❞

#• | dynamics ━ ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ᵈᵘⁿⁿᵉ ( feat. regrethim ).#ahhhhh #my muse is back #i repeat #baby is backkkkk

[ 📲 • sms ] —— ugh i wish you were here!

[ 📲 • jules ] —— i wish you were here!

[ 📲 • jules ] —— come to sound city. i’ll even give you cookies like old times.

#• | dynamics ━ ʲᵘˡⁱᵃ ᵈᵘⁿⁿᵉ ( feat. dunnewithyou ).#she loves her little honey bunchhhh

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[ 📲 • sms ] —— stop sending me that wink face.

[ 📲 • teddy graham ] —— no. ;)

[ 📲 • teddy graham ] —— do you expect me to send a normal smile? that’s boring.

#• | dynamics — graham dunne ( feat. dunneham ).#they’re cute #dare i say adorbs

[ 📲 • sms ] —— why did you stop texting me?

[ 📲 • billy dumbass ] —— why? fuck off.

[ 📲 • billy dumbass ] —— i’m clearly right, you’re too busy wearing your ass as a hat.

#• | dynamics ━ ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ᵈᵘⁿⁿᵉ ( feat. regrethim ).#idk what they’re fighting about this time #but shes right.#mother is always right.

omg mother is back

here and ready to give billy dumbass some hell

#• | general ━ ooc.#AHHHHHH i missed us.

vaememes

text messages.

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to drunk text me rn? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey what are you doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— didn’t you get my last text? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you ignoring me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m so bored! [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey you 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— blue is definitely your color 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— ugh i wish you were here! [ 📲 • sms ] —— i think you’re going to like what you see 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you’ve been on my mind all day today. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i can’t stop thinking about you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you gonna fall asleep on me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— NO don’t fall asleep on me again tonight! [ 📲 • sms ] —— you fell asleep on me last night! you owe me now [ 📲 • sms ] —— send me a picture 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey cutie! haven’t talked to you in a while! [ 📲 • sms ] —— why did you stop texting me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey can i call you now? [ 📲 • sms ] —— call me rather talk on the phone [ 📲 • sms ] —— sweet dreams….with me in them 😉 jk [ 📲 • sms ] —— oooooh, i like the sound of that 😉 [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you doing tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna hang out tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna do tomorrow? ☺️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— you looked really good today. [ 📲 • sms ] —— can’t wait to see you xoxo [ 📲 • sms ] —— talk dirty to me [ 📲 • sms ] —— maybe i can stay the night with you tomorrow [ 📲 • sms ] —— dang you take long enough to text back. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you are the slowest texter ever. 😒 [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hate texting you sometimes. you take forever. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you take forever and a day to reply. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i was wondering where you went. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what happened? where did you go? [ 📲 • sms ] —— k. [ 📲 • sms ] —— ok that’s cool. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what’s wrong with you? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey where was you today? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you wanna come over? [ 📲 • sms ] —— why are you texting me? i’m standing right beside you… [ 📲 • sms ] —— i hate one word texters. [ 📲 • sms ] —— stop one wording me. 😒 [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you mad at me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna talk about? [ 📲 • sms ] —— do you like me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i love you 😍 [ 📲 • sms ] —— miss you 😘 [ 📲 • sms ] —— stop sending me that wink face. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you okay? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m gonna take a shower brb [ 📲 • sms ] —— hold on i gotta do something real quick. [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you trying to sext me? [ 📲 • sms ] —— my dog/cat said he/she missed you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— what’s your dog/cat doing? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what are you watching? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i see how it is 😜 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you can’t text me but you can be on facebook/twitter/instagram/ [ 📲 • sms ] —— how come you never text me anymore? [ 📲 • sms ] —— i gave you my number so you could text me punk 😛 [ 📲 • sms ] —— you never text me back anymore ☹️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— sorry didn’t mean to bug you [ 📲 • sms ] —— you only text me when i text you first. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you never text me first! [ 📲 • sms ] —— wanna go catch a movie tomorrow? [ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you mean by that status you posted? [ 📲 • sms ] —— guess what emoji is next to your name in my phone? [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey stranger. stop being a stranger. [ 📲 • sms ] —— did you miss me? 😆 [ 📲 • sms ] —— i’m looking through your pictures right now. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i saw that selfie you just posted. [ 📲 • sms ] —— you text me after i upload a bomb selfie i see. [ 📲 • sms ] —— it’s okay you don’t to lie to me. [ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that was so sweet. ☺️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— aww, that just made me smile. ️☺️☺️ [ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g i’m punching you so hard the next time i see you. [ 📲 • sms ] —— i s2g you get on my nerves. [ 📲 • sms ] —— hey there ! remember me ? [ 📲 • sms ] —— are you going to ignore me again tomorrow?

#• | general ━ memes.#aka lazy today but wanna write for my girl so

hi. it’s me.

#• | general ━ ooc.#i’m backkkk

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brb gonna give my multi some love for the next few days bc drafts are down to single digits!

#• | general ━ ooc.#so proud of myself #also giving summer a break #since nearly all the rest are for her

manupropria-arch

@regretsher ; 🛏️ - a starter where our muses have to share one bed. ( ask prompts. )

… this can’t be happening. no. no, no, no, no. no way. nev–– ‘ the bus is down, the roads are slick as shit, we’re in for the night. make it work. ’ sometimes, rod really egged him on. he considered consequence for a moment. consequence, fate, and shit luck. his jaw clenches in an obvious display of protest; but he’d known there was little to no way out of this … ––– he could sleep on the floor … he looks over his shoulder, surveying the tiny motel room, and doesn’t miss the scurry of a rat in its far corner. great.

great.

now, he looks to daisy who appears to be amused. that irks him, too. “ fine. ” she could have echoed his sentiment, but he didn’t hear her. rather, he made every effort not to.

his heart was already racing …

regretsher

better to be in a hotel than outside in the tundra fucking weather of whatever town they were stranded in. the bus was clearly out of wack. she could smell the shitting motor, even with the hot box going on in the back of the bus. of course she’d be stuck sharing a room with this piece of shit. but she wouldn’t lose sleep over it. he was the one that regretted her first. standing by the door with her arms crossed snuggly over her chest, she basked in the panic that crossed his features at their living arrangement. watching him squirm was a win on its own. ❝ what? never slept in a one star before? ❞ the musty smell wafted from the damp flooring. hopefully the sheets were clean, at least. ❝ you can stand there with your dick in your hands, but i’m getting comfortable, ❞ off came the pants, leaving her in a sheer shirt and underwear. already more clothes than she was used to sleeping in. the springs creaked as she hopped into the bed, ❝ sleep on the floor, in the tub, next to me, whatever. just make up your goddamn mind. ❞

#• | dynamics — billy dunne ( feat. manupropria )#i hate them #this trope is chaos when it comes to them

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