#marlborcs

[lockedgardens]

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a stunned silence fills the room, all archie can hear is his quickening heartbeat in his ears. his expression goes through a myriad of emotions; confusion, panic, surprise, fear. "s-s-sorry - say that again..." he trails off, assuming that he must've heard her wrong. been mistaken in what she'd said. "what did you say?"

[scbrvght]

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" sorry — I don't follow. you're saying somehow your delusion has led you to believe this is my fault ? "

[emotionlcss]

﹝ closed starter ⇾ @marlborcs from xx ﹞

tanner wasn't even entirely sure that he'd needed the reassurance, but it was nice that she had given it to him so easily. thankfully, she hadn't seemed to press him any farther and took what he said with a grain of salt. a small smile worked over his features as he returned the kiss. ❝ i know, just had to ask. ❞ even if he wasn't entirely sure as of why. ❝ just haven't really been this serious about someone. ❞ 

[heroexxs]

morgan knew she was running late before she even glanced at the time. she was already muttering curses under her breath as she stepped out of the car and made her way through the hotel lobby, heels clicking a little too loudly on the tile. work trips were always the worst, not because of the meetings or the constant small talk, but because being away from orla felt like having a piece of her missing. every time she packed a suitcase, her chest ached, but it came with the territory of being a stark. if her mother couldn’t make an event, the responsibility fell squarely on her shoulders. she’d accepted that. what she hadn’t accepted was how lonely it would feel, even just a few days apart.

there were only a couple of days left on this trip, she just had to power through them. tonight, she and orla had carved out time to faceTime, something that had taken way more back-and-forth than it should have. between different time zones and a packed schedule syncing up felt nearly impossible. so when her last meeting ran over by nearly an hour, morgan felt her stomach twist with guilt. she practically sprinted out the moment she could, shoving her notes into her bag and ignoring the polite goodbyes. now, finally in the elevator, she pulled her phone from her pocket, already dialing as she reached her floor. the moment she swiped into her room, she kicked off her heels and dropped her bag near the door, not bothering to change or unwind.

the call rang, and when it connected, morgan could have melted. she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, the familiar comfort of seeing orla’s face instantly soothing the tension she’d been carrying all day. “don’t hate me…” she said, her voice breathless as she flopped face-first onto the hotel bed, holding the phone out so Orla could see her collapsed like a ragdoll. “i know i’m late, and i’m so sorry. one of the board members wouldn’t stop talking about fiscal strategy like it was their ted talk moment. i swear, i would’ve rather stared at your face for hours than listen to that man try to redefine synergy.” she shifted to her side, finally looking into the screen, her expression softening. “i missed you."

// @marlborcs

[catastrophicxfailure]

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setting ✵ unexpected valentine’s day proposal, could be real or fake or for a variety of reasons!

muse ✵ maggie ruiz, thirty-two, publishing house editor.

“Wh- what do you think you’re doing?” Eyes wide as they darted around them, knowing what the person opposite them was doing would inevitably grab the attention of the couples around them.

[lockedgardens]

closed starter for @marlborcs continued from here.

a part of her knew norah was right, but another part was defiant - fueled by lies from her boyfriend and his family. that she was nothing without him. that she had everything she did because of him. attempting to unscramble that thought process was complicated and she wasn't certain she could. "they've done so much for me." she clarifies, softly, the words holding little weight. "i wouldn't...be where i am without them."

[scbrvght]

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" you know what ? forget about it — its fine, really, so fine. "

[heroexxs]

stanley felt his heart split clean in two, like someone had taken a knife and driven it straight into his gut with no warning. he had always known things between them were serious, that much had been clear for a while. he just didn’t think they were that serious. not serious enough to be tossing around forever. he stood there frozen, a sick kind of silence ringing in his ears even as the rest of the group around him erupted into cheers. he blinked, snapping out of it only when someone clapped him on the back and handed him a drink. finally he joined in the applause, curved his mouth into something resembling a smile, and raised his glass with the rest of them.

he didn’t realize how quickly he had downed two drinks until he was reaching for a third, hoping to dull the edge of the ache that had bloomed somewhere behind his ribs. the truth, the quiet one he’d kept folded away in the corner of his heart for years, was that he’d been in love with them for as long as he could remember, but he had never said a word. too scared of ruining the friendship. when they finally made their way over to him, still glowing with that just-engaged happiness, stanley plastered on his best mask.

“congrats,” he said, voice light but not quite cheerful. he shrugged, nodding toward their joined hands with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “that’s... pretty big, huh?”

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[alcska]

his head dropped forward when her hand wrapped around him, the feel of her skin against his nearly undoing him right then and there. "shit, viv." he breathed, the mix of her touch and her voice destroying whatever restraint he had left. the way she guided him to her, the way she lifted her hips to meet him...it was too much, too perfect. he held his breath as he pushed into her, the heat of her wrapping around him. his forehead pressed to hers, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to hold onto some sliver of control. "you feel so fucking good," he muttered, staying still for a moment, buried to the base, letting her adjust, letting himself savor the feel of being inside her like this. when her nails dragged down his back, his teeth sank into his lower lip, his cock throbbing at the sting she left behind. "tell me if it's too much." he whispered, even as his body trembled with the need to move, to give in completely to the chaos they always created together.

her eyelids were heavy as his thumb continued to rub over her through her panties. she swallowed thickly and her fingers pressed firmer into his back and she nudged her nose against his. the moment he praised her, she trembled with need beneath him. his fingertips kept up their pace against her and he's encouraging her as she rocked her hips against his hand over and over. she dug her teeth into her lower lip before looking between them to watch him push his sweats from his hips. her mouth watered at the sight of his length being freed from the material. then he was dragging the fabric of her panties to the side and she inhaled sharply as he spoke. "i need you to be inside of me," she breathed and slipped her hand between them, wrapping around his length with his own hand and guided him to her. she lifted her hips and choked out a gasp when she felt him slowly bury himself inside of her. "holy fuck..." she gasped and let herself adjust to him before she hummed and dragged her nails down the length of his back now. her cheeks were flushed and she bit into her lower lip once more.

[lockedgardens]

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"my viewers are scarily observant," the youngest valentine muses as he continues to scroll through his most recent video's comments. "there's so many people commenting about a 'woman's hand' they caught sight of...some even included time stamps..." a snort follows his words, throwing orla a look. "some of these people are wasted watching me. they should be like...spies, or something."

[lockedgardens]

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"my back is killing me," she starts before she's even sat down, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck once she has done. "it was totally worth it though. the shots i captured of the northern crested newt we discovered were beautiful!" she beams, then ordering herself a drink politely. "anyway! enough about me. how's your day been?"

[etvdes]

grey had never been good at talking. especially not to anyone outside their ancient friend group. brodie, alexis, mickey, they could always read them like a book, but anyone who had come into their life with this version of them– the one that slept in their car and focused on numbing out any feeling they've ever had – they shut out. maybe that was why their once broken jaw remained locked shut, and their cold hands wrapped around the mug with no complaint. "sounds good." it sounded mouth watering, better than anything else they've eaten recently. "i'm a terrible chef but if you want i could drive you to the grocery store and stuff. full range of the truck or whatever."

she can see they don't want to talk, so she nodded as she made the tea. she wasn't gonna push them into anything they didn't want to do. elif hummed as she put together their tea and handed them a mug before working on her own. she sipped from it and closed her eyes, letting herself relax a moment. they were following her everywhere and she had a feeling they just felt lost right now. she curled up on the couch and looked over in their direction, "i already have something for dinner halfway made. it's a chicken dish. like balsamic chicken stuffed with spinach and sundried tomatoes. over rice or pasta. whichever one you want, i'll make it." she gave them a little smile and took a deep breath. "i don't mind if you don't cook ever, either. i love cooking, so..." she shrugged and her smile widened. "i meal prep, too."

[unityfound]

long overdue closed little starter for @marlborcs

"please do not judge the wrapping, i tried my best. i'm just better with my hands in other departments." a pause, as he thinks (and subsequently overthinks) the remark. "that sounded dirty, but i honestly meant carpentry...and fighting." he nods to clarify, a sweet little smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

[twistedthings]

Why would he admit something so damning? Something he thought obvious to those that witnessed him. Brody played into the image most viewed him as, the dumb hot head that wanted to do nothing but fight, drink and fuck. It wasn't far off outside of the dumb thing, he'd always been smarter than what people imagined him to be, even teachers had thought less of him. So he worked that image to the best angle he could for himself, it kept people at a distance for the most part and he didn't have to worry about getting too attached, everyone saw how he acted or worse, knew about how much of a lowlife his father was they'd give up on Brody sooner rather than later.

If he could chill the fuck out for one night, it likely would be for Claire. Just looking at her now as she tilted her head at him and expressed how unsurprised she was at the fact he was an idiot who sought out fights more often than not. It made him grin even though he tried not to. "Don't threaten me with a good time, now," he said, pulling at the collar of his shirt as if to suggest she put a leash and collar on him now. After shifting a fraction closer to her on his feet Brody put his hands up in the air as if in surrender. "Fine, fine... I'll stop adding to your shitty week, I'm sorry." He said finally, blue eyes moving over her features before his hands dropped slowly to his sides. "C'mon, I have a joint to smoke, maybe it'd take the edge off your uh... stress too?" He offered, catching her gaze and giving a crooked, half apologetic and challenging smirk.

Claire gave him a look of exasperation and took a deep breath before folding her arms across her chest. "Of course you do. It doesn't surprise me in the least bit at this point," she murmured and bit into her lower lip. She looked back at the other guy and watched as he ranted to his friend and maybe he did need a good swift punch to his jaw, but she wasn't going to say that out loud to Brody who would look for any excuse to do such a thing. The petite brunette glanced up at her ex and tipped her head to the side, "Can you behave yourself for the rest of the night or do I have to put a leash on you?" She asked, quirking a brow at him. Again, probably something he wouldn't say no to if it meant he could irritate her somehow. Some way. She rubbed at her temples and breathed in deep again. "I just wanted to throw a good party after a really shitty week, so please...for me, behave."

[unityfound]

long overdue closed starter for @marlborcs

"i might be going to hell." cue a grimace, before he lets out a deep breath, as if struggling to emit his confession. "yesterday, a girl in my class came to me crying. i asked why and she said because another girl had told her that her picture looked ugly. it did in fact look ugly. i had to hold back the laughter. i think it's time i change professions..."

[thursdaygrl]

river felt like a kid looking for reassurance and although it didn't feel good to be so vulnerable, anna thankfully had no problem taking care of them. teeth bit down into their bottom lip and nodded, exhaling out of her nose. "i know." she said it, though she'd been so frustrated and closed off only an hour beforehand. "i hate the person i become when we fight. i feel like it's someone you wouldn't wanna be with."

she cupped their face between her hands, "no, baby, i'm not mad at you. it was a silly fight. we're gonna have a million of those, but i'll never, ever stay mad at you for them. everything will pass," she said softly and wrapped her arms around her, pressing a kiss to her lips. "i was probably mad for like five minutes and then forgot why i was even upset."