#villanelleswrites

[heroexxs]

based on this // @villanelleswrites​

   chase was expecting for mallory to slam the door in his face the minute he knocked on it. there he was, standing at her doorstep, ready to beg to have her back in his life. he tried to forget her, thankfully the life of a musician did help a bit, but at the end of the day his heart only beat for her. she was the only person he wanted to share this life with and he just hoped that at the end of the day that she would feel the same way. “please let me speak...” chase said as he put his hands up a little bit, showing that he wasn’t here to cause a problem or anything. “i... uh i hate to bother you and shit but...” chase said with a little sigh before finally letting all of those walls that he had built up for so long just fall down. “i miss you, mal.” the blonde admitted as he shrugged his shoulders slightly. he knew he messed up, and that for a moment, he did put his career first. his music was finally getting out there to everyone and he had to snatch that opportunity while he still could. “i miss you so fucking much and.... it’s like you’re apart of me. it’s like you were apart of me wherever i went.” he said as he looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. “like you were my arm, and when i lost you, it was like i lost my arm.” chase admitted as he caught her eyes. “and i’ve been walking around, all over the goddamn world without an arm and... and i’d really like my arm back.” he admitted. he knew it was a lot to say after so much time had past, but hopefully she understood where he was coming from.  

“you know i never stopped caring about it, not ever.” she was always on his mind, no matter where in the world he was, he wished she could have been right there with him. “and... wow you look great by the way.” he said with a little chuckle, not trying to change the subject but he couldn’t help himself. even after all those years apart, he still thought she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid his eyes on. “i know i fucked a lot of stuff up... and i’m sorry for it. i wish you could have came with me, but i... i’m back now, for good. no more having to leave to go on tour in a couple of months, no more locking myself in the studio, it’s just gonna be me, i promise you.” 

[heavenscnts]

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the past few days have been an absolute dream. what she had thought was supposed to be just another fling had turned into some more than just that. for once in her life, things started to look up for her. cleo didn’t think that she would ever be able to be in a relationship with anyone like kai. someone as thoughtful and kind as him. and here he was, laying right next to her. she’d spent the night at his after a date night. dressed in one of his shirts, her hand reaching out to his. gently bringing their hands up to her mouth to kiss the back of his hand. “good morning, handsome.” she whispered to him before moving in to press a kiss to his cheek. a tender smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “any special requests for breakfast this morning? i hear we have a very talented cook in the house. she can make you anything you want.” she started, winking at him. “but only if it’s scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes. maybe a side of fresh fruit if you have some right now.” 

[boyiiish-a]

@villanelleswrites​

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after spending the summer doing the dumbest shit EVER (and not doing any of her assigned work), riley was back at college. she’d enjoyed having time off, but secretly she was happy to be back and into a routine. this year, she had a new teacher for one of her classes, she didn’t recognise their name on the timetable, still it was going to be an interesting class. she arrived, making herself comfy at the front, then the door opens and oh god, does riley know that face. “oh shit” she mutters to herself, they’d bumped into each other at a party the previous weekend, in very different circumstances. 

[azaleapaths]

closed starter / @villanelleswrites​

     lana is far too perky for a family reunion, but she can’t help it. with imogen by her side, she feels on top of the world. she could be accused of being obsessive and naive, but she just feels... happy. so happy. the smile on her face is infectious as she leads the two of them up the steps of her exorbitantly big childhood home. it looks the same as it always has, it’s been in the family for generations. it has enough rooms to double as a hotel and yet it’s only ever them. the kiryakov family are not the giving type. they take and take. they win. they win so much they can afford to lose. “everyone’s going to love you, i just know it.” with barely one knock on the big brass door knocker, she’s instantly greeted with the familiar face of leroy, their butler for as long as she could remember. “hi!” she greets him as she would a beloved uncle, grasping his hand as she turns to look at the blonde she’d momentarily left behind her. “leroy, this is imogen, she’s going to be staying with us while we’re here for dad’s party.” she informs him, giggling as she looks between them. he begins to ruminate on which room he’ll give her, but lana quickly interrupts. “don’t be ridiculous. she’ll sleep in my room.” despite how affectionate and kind she is with the man, it quickly becomes obvious that he’s below her when she dismisses him as quickly as she embraces him. ignoring him entirely now, she turns back to imogen and takes her hand. “can you imagine that? if i had to sneak you into my room like a teenager?” she scoffs, beginning to lead the way through the house. it takes not more than a couple minutes for the presence of another kiryakov to make itself known. damian struts down the hallway with a glass of scotch already in his hand, clearly having heard the high pitched tones of his younger sister’s voice. he doesn’t greet her, instead he waits for lana to notice him and she does so quickly. “dami!” she sounds a little childish, her voice filled with warmth as she wraps her arms around her brother. damian smiles at her, but his attention is quickly captured by the other woman in the room. “you brought a friend to this hell house?” 

[rightreaction]

' onion ' ginger & amara because who needs feelings anyways??

🍓 — memes /  MINI STARTER CALL

JEALOUSY was a grueling beast, never satisfied, always HUNGRY, grumbling & exhausted at the rotted core of her being. GINGER was a darling starlet in the haze of her parent’s greed. her tragedy was adorned with pearls to someone like amara, trapped by the crisp, deafening meaning of a dollar, held to a high esteem. in amara’s eyes she was boiling hot, spilling gold.. she was this romanticized thing, this desire, this glowing figure of lust & desperation & jewels. amara pried with poorly polished claws at the divine wallpaper of ginger’s wonder, and begged for a chance to slip into the designer slick of her shoes. it’s never enough, though, having a brief look, living through another. amara wants to DEVOUR the girl whole.

jealousy, as it seemed, manifested in many ways. for someone like amara, her first stop is unprompted anger. “i just don’t wanna fucking talk right now. GOD —  people don’t always have to be talking. can’t you shut up for one fuckin’ second?”

[svgarspiced]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” ( draco&esmeralda )

THE MORE TIME SHE SPENDS WITH DRACO, the more she realizes how dangerous he is. with one look he can have her in his hands, right where he wants her and no one has ever had that kind of power over her before. he awakens feelings in her that she’s never experienced before and she feels entirely lost trying to navigate through them. unsurprisingly, he doesn’t make it any easier on her ─── more like the opposite, if anything. it seems as if with each encounter, he challenges himself to push her further down the draco winston infatuation hole. her cheeks heat up almost instantly at his words, gaze diverting from his as if that would prevent him from noticing the very obvious flush that had taken residence upon her features. draco was a charmer, that much she’d known from the start ─── it was only a matter of time before she’d fall for his charms. “ i’m sure you say that to every girl. ” a sheepish grin spreads across her lips as she gives him a skeptic look. “ but… thank you. i’m starting to see why you have a reputation. ”

SOFT SENTENCE STARTERS // @villanelleswrites

[sinsoakedsaints]

━━  🎭┊SC.┊LUCA MCKENZIE & ?┊@villanelleswrites​

based on -- this is the chemical formula for love: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2. dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin. it can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. let that sink in.”— au meme where two people live in a world without love and care but agree to be apart of an experiment where they get “love treatments” shot into their veins.

        Good veins.

    The two words rattle around his head the same way his blood had sloshed within the confines of the vial the nurse had taken from him when she made the remark. Luca wasn’t sure how to take it -- compliment or something a little more sinister? 

        It was hard to tell in a world where disinterest was king and no one ever showed their hand. Even smiles were considered odd. Picking at the clear medical tape holding the cotton bud against the fresh needle mark on the crease of his elbow, Luca sighed as the faint sound of keyboard keys clicking were all that broke the silence of the brilliant white waiting room he was seated in. 

    Did he had a particular interest in contributing to medical advancement? Not in the slightest. His interests lay in his own endeavours, the most present of which being quick and easy money that would be used to make sure his kneecaps stayed both intact and without some lifelong impairment inflicted upon them. 

        “Ow,” He mutters lowly as he tugged the tape a little too hard, pinching skin and reminding him of all the ways that he hated needles. A small price to pay in regards to the rewards, he supposes. 

    Glancing to the side, he gave a quick look to the other person in the room, one that he had noted in his peripheral when he first sat down. The silence was almost as irritating as the clicking sounds. 

        “First time?” 

    Incredible. No wonder his acting career had nosedived -- he could barely conjure up inspiration for waiting room chit chat. 

[amandacampana-a]

happy birthday!!

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[mythvlogie-archived]

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i don’t even KNOW where to start?? i love you??? i stan you??? honestly all of your muses are the best and every single one of our plots are so exciting to me like.... i love writing replies for you and reading yours because gosh i just love your writing so much. and besides that i just like you so much??? every conversation we’ve ever had has been hilarious and you’re such an amazing, intelligent person. like i’m gonna be real here i fangirl a little everytime you want to plot something new w me or just want to talk headcanons or anything at all. i just like u a lot ok. and the constant killing eve thematic in ur themes??? exquisite. pls never change.

[poppyluxe]

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[heroexxs]

// @villanelleswrites​

it was another long and late night at the gym for henry. after his last loss, he knew he had to train so much harder for the night fight, even though his girlfriend didn’t want him to. if she could have things her way, he’d quit this whole horrible sport, but he couldn’t. this was in his blood, and if he did ever stop, he wanted to stop when he was on top. right now he was at his rock bottom, and it was hurting more than just himself. if was hurting his relationship with his girlfriend, and it was hurting his wallet. his dream was starting to become a little bit too big for him, but he knew he wasn’t going to stop trying until he reached the top of the top. once he finally packed his stuff up at the gym, he decided to head home in hopes that she was asleep. he felt so guilty when she waited up for him. she had been through hell, a hell that he put her thought and he always felt so guilty. 

when he got back to their apartment, he tried his best to be as silent as possible. slowly he closed the door behind him and noticed that the television was on and that she was laying on their couch. a little sigh slipped his lips as he set his stuff down and kicked his shoes off and slowly walked over. “you know you didn’t have to wait up for me.” he said with a small smile as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. “i’m glad you did, but you’re gonna be tired tomorrow... or well today given what time it is.” he teased before taking a sat on their couch and moving so her feet were resting in his lap. his face was still a slight mess from the last fight he was in, but thankfully he looked a lot better than before. as he leaned his head back, he gave her another little smile before gently patting her leg. “you should go get some sleep. i should get some sleep too, i have a long day tomorrow.” 

[heavenscnts]

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he watched his companion carefully as he took a drink from his cup. the diner had been jam packed that night. large groups occupied a majority of the booths and space at the counter. and so when one of the employees asked the crowd whether or not they were willing to share a table with someone – freddie was the first one to raise his hand. as someone who isn’t well versed in cooking, he found himself stumbling into this specific diner on most days. “so,” he quipped, putting his cup down. “since we have the pleasure of dining together tonight... maybe we should get to know each other? you know, unless you totally would rather go throughout this whole thing without talking. i’m cool with that too... yep, totally cool with that.” 

[boyiiish-a]

@villanelleswrites​ / @villanelles1x1​

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riley stumbles into the bathroom, her vision was blurred and her world was spinning. she was currently at a house party, she had no idea who was hosting the party, she’d just got invited by some of her friends. it had been a crazy one. now, here she was in the bathroom with a handsome stranger, she was about to do something real dumb BUT it was riley, so she didn’t care. this was just going to be a fun story for her to tell her friends about tomorrow, when they were all nursing awful hangovers.

[champagns-archive]

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adelaide’s  eyes  sweep  over  the  ballroom  ,  trying  to  find  a  familiar  face  within  the  crowd.  she  loves  attending  galas  ––––  any  opportunity  to  dress  up  and  socialize  was  never  rejected  by  the  princess.  the  only  thing  she  disliked  about  these  parties  was  the  fact  that  there  were  hardly  any  people  her  age  ;  most  of  them  being  older  and  quite  boring.  she  lets  out  a  soft  sigh  ,  smiling  and  greeting  some  of  the  people  she  passes  by  until  she’s  reached  the   long  ,  nicely  decorated  table  with  all  different  types  of  finger  food  laid  on  it.  the  blonde  notices  someone  standing  a  few  feet  from  her  and  she  wastes  no  time  in  starting  a  conversation  ,    “    i  wouldn’t  eat  that  if  i  were  you  .  .  .    ”    eyes  flicker  to  them  then  down  at  the  dessert  they  had  picked  out  ,    “    not  when  there’s  truffle  right  there.    ”    really  ,  she  just  wants  that  last  bit  for  herself.

[lustafters-a]

what they said was, those that could; did, those that couldn’t; taught. that notion was one her parents would never let her forget. whilst their precious son was an author, their failure of a daughter was a professor. it wasn’t as though she was ashamed of her profession, far from it in fact. she adored assisting those who had similar goals as she had at their age to actually reach their own. she enjoyed inspiring a generation. it wasn’t as though she disliked her brother, she loved him. he was her best friend, but that wasn’t to say it didn’t get to her sometimes. the family dinner the night before was still on her mind when she taught her lecture, she just hoped it didn’t in one way or another come across. hoped that she’d been able to avoid being detected in...one way or another. she calls the end of class, sitting herself down against the desk, gaze scanning the powerpoint inundated with information. though her focus is quickly captured by a student who seems to want to ask her something. “oh, hello!” she smiles over at her, straightening up, trying her best to be a professional. even if she was often anything but. “how can i help you? everything okay, elodie?” // @villanelleswrites

[hopuma]

@villanelleswrites

"okay, hear me out—!” although this comes out completely unprompted, excitement slips through every word. bruno gets ahead of himself. hands moving in the air, exemplifying points he has yet to make, “i’m thinking outside art exhibition. we get some of those small stands, put a bunch of artists together, in a kinda crowded place. give some people the opportunity to show the art they have to make and some other to be exposed to art they otherwise wouldn’t.” although his eyes are on the other, they don’t seem to be on the moment. his mind is off, picturing the possibility of what his suggesting. “someone could playing music, someone else dancing. someone is panting and someone making poems. random passers-by watching all of this. i mean,” he finally focus on them, “you know, you and i could organize it. it could be so much fun.”