Littledaydreamers - Come On Skinny Love

Rhiannon didn’t respond right away. She let his words settle, watching the way he curled in on himself, the way his frustration laced through every syllable. She didn’t flinch at the bitterness in his tone—just observed, quiet and steady.

After a moment, she looked away, out toward the darkened yard. “I know what you mean,” she murmured. “When there’s too much noise, too many thoughts, and no way to turn them down.” Her fingers idly traced a knot in the wood beneath her. “It’s like being stuck inside a room where all the walls are mirrors, and every reflection is another thing you have to think about.”

She let the thought drift between them, not pushing for a response.

Instead, she sat back a little more, looking up at the stars in the sky. They always had a way of calming her, a way of reminding her how small she and her problems were in the grand scheme of things. “People don’t always notice when someone’s overwhelmed. They just keep talking, keep expecting.” Her gaze flickered toward the window, toward the muffled thrum of the party inside. “It’s easier to let them think you’re distant than explain.”

Her eyes met his again, searching but not prying. “Does anything help?” It wasn’t an empty question, not a meaningless attempt at small talk. Just quiet curiosity, like she was offering him space to answer—or not—without expectation.

Kit's gaze shifted back to his front and he returned to taking eaven breaths. He knew this was futile to continue doing this and silently cursed himself for being out from home for so long. He was thinking of classwork and what he needed to assign for his next class, about the bpm of the current song playing at the party, also trying to calculate a math equation he'd seen in his head, all the while people at the party continued to try and speak to him. It was too much and he soon found himself needing and wanting to go home.

His brain was still buzzing and he could feel himself slipping mentally. He made a mental note to know that he'd be pretty much be operating on autopilot for the remainder of the week. He couldn't understand her feeling of not being around strangers but it all being too much was something all too familiar for him. He was nodding along to what she said absently before taking a small sigh.

At her question his eyes looked back to her as he pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on top of them. "It spins everywhere." His reply coming out bitter and irritated. "I can't control it and I just," he shrugged, "I needed a moment." After a moment he continued. "Most people assume i'm just cold but if my brain is already in overdrive and someone speaks to me on top of it..it just becomes too much to handle."

Kai couldn't help but chuckle at the way she tried to put on this tough front, acting like she was in control of the situation. He could see it, feel it—the way her body betrayed her words, how it still responded to him even after everything. That little shift of her hips, that bite of her lip, all of it told him exactly what she was thinking.

But he wasn’t about to let her off that easy. Not when she was clearly still tangled up in the aftermath of what they’d just shared.

He leaned forward just enough to tilt her chin up, his fingers grazing along her jawline as he locked eyes with her. "You can say whatever you want, but your body is telling me a different story, babe."

His voice was low, a soft growl, dripping with amusement and something else, something darker that she had ignited in him. He didn’t need to hear her say it. He could feel it—the way her breath hitched, the way her hands gripped his shoulders for balance. He didn’t have to try too hard to make her feel this way, just like she didn't with him.

“But don’t worry, princess. We can go our separate ways now. Like you said, it's out of our system, and we have no reason to speak again," he agreed, his thumb tracing the line of her bottom lip, just a hair’s breadth away from kissing her again.

Kai’s hands tightened around her hips, pulling her closer, making sure she could feel every inch of him, the way he was still hard inside of her.

He watched her closely, not waiting for her to give in but enjoying the struggle, the tension, and knowing that she was feeling everything, even if she was trying to lie to herself about it.

the fact his voice was almost soft in his projection it was weird that she was almost debating not telling him what was on her mind. the fact that she didn't want this to happen again. even though her body was arguing with her otherwise considering the amount of pleasure she'd felt with him, why would she give that up? but then she swiftly remembered this was kai she was talking about and there was no way she was giving him the satisfaction of knowing she wanted it again. even though.. she could very well have a benefits thing with him. maybe.

"just..thinking, realisation and all. very easy to get swept up in it all when you have no thoughts whatsoever but now i do."

she rocked back against him and it sent tingles down her spine, dammit. she was still ontop of him so of course it was still going to feel good and at this point she was really sensitive also.

"we are not doing this again." she looked up at him through thick eyelashes as she shook her head a fraction trying to remain strong. "and don't even think about pitching us having a solely benefits thing.. because no! no no no. we got it out of our systems considering tonight and now we are moving on."

of course he was the most attractive man on the planet to her at this moment in time especially. leant back in this slightly smug manner which his hands tight against her hips, his hair all out of place and this glow of satisfaction on his face. she wanted to make him have that look all the time if she could. infact, if things were simple she'd allow this happen all the time because he clearly knew what he was doing and how to treat her body in a way that saw stars.

she cleared her throat, repressing a moan because he felt good inside of her and god she wanted a round two, but considering this was kai.. was it worth admiting that?

she rolled her hips against, this time biting her lower lip as she felt him still very firmly inside and how much he pressed up against her sweet spot. oh, she was in trouble.

Ruby held a hand to her mouth, trying to hold back the laughter. "Why did you even leave the house in just a towel? One gust of wind, and you're in trouble." A snort of laughter escaped her mouth, bursting through her hand. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, but come on, you're making it too easy." The brunette replied, trying to focus on how funny the situation was rather than let her eyes linger on his naked torso for too long.

open  to  fems  &  mascs connection:  crush,  exes,  (best) friends,  gf/bf,  basically everything but no strangers please.

❝Obviously  I  locked  myself  out.❞  Bryce  rolled  his  dark  eyes  and  gestured  at  his  half-naked  body,  covered  only  by  a  towel  around  his  hips.  At  the  same  time,  his  dark  hair  was  still  soaking  wet.  ❝I'd  appreciate  it  if  you  didn't  laugh,  but  help  me  instead,  it's  not  very  warm.❞

Plot 68: Stranger Danger

Open Starter

Astrid felt her heart jump into her throat as she’d walked into the conversation. She almost didn’t want to believe what she’d heard. “Is that true?” she asked him. Her boyfriend wasn’t supposed to lie, right? “Am I a fucking bet?”

Rory let out a soft laugh. He shook his head, still grinning as he glanced down at the empty space where his coffee should have been.

“Ah, well,” he said, looking back at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Contrary to popular belief, I have somewhat of a life outside of performing. Oat milk lattes are a big part of that life. Well, it's vanilla latte, if we're being pedantic but that's neither here nor there.” He joked with another laugh. He started to say something else when a group of fans approached, asking for autographs and photos. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face—pausing mid-conversation felt a bit awkward—but he obliged with practised ease, signing and smiling before turning back to Ember with an apologetic smile. As the fans walked away, their hushed whispers lingered in the air, curiosity evident in their voices as they wondered about the redhead by his side.

Rory let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he glanced toward the café. "Well, technically, yeah," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I'm in no rush. I reckon the latte can wait. I like being able to have these moments with my fans." He replied honestly. "Just make sure you get a photo or something before I go. I'd feel terrible if I forgot and left you with nothing to remember from our chat... that's if you even want to remember this -- I probably shouldn't assume. I'm not that arrogant, I promise." He ran a hand through his hair, laughing.

Ember's cheeks burned brighter under Rory's playful gaze. He thought she was flustered, not making a fool of herself? Well, that was… marginally better. Relief washed over her, quickly followed by the realization that she still had to say something.

"No, no crisis!" she blurted out, a little too fast. Ember immediately cringed internally. Smooth, Ember, real smooth. She forced a small, shaky laugh. "An existential crisis might be a bit dramatic," Ember managed, her voice a touch breathy. "Just... a bit surprised. You're... you're usually on stage, not, you know, buying oat milk lattes." She gestured vaguely with one hand, hoping she didn't look like a complete idiot. The fact that Rory was smiling at her, a real, genuine smile, made her want to melt into the tarmac. She just hoped she wasn't making him regret ever leaving his house for caffeine. "Oh my goodness, am I stopping you from getting your coffee?"

What’s Your Number inspired AU:

Muse A is apartment neighbors with Muse B who is known for sleeping around with girls around the city. Muse B doesn’t like dealing with the aftermath of his one-night stands so he lets himself into Muse A's apartment to hide out. Muse B asks Muse A to help him get rid of his conquests and Muse A comes up with different excuses to get the girls out of Muse B's apartment. Muse A continues to let Muse B hide out in her apartment as she goes through struggles in her own life with her absentee boyfriend. Muse A and Muse B become close friends over time, barging into each other’s apartments, staying up late talking and eating pizza and discussing the world. Meanwhile, Muse B takes it upon himself to get Muse A to see the light of her dead-end relationship. Muse A gets frustrated with Muse B and demands to know why Muse B is sticking his nose in her business. Is it simply because he doesn’t want his friend to end up in a loveless marriage or is it because he recently found out he wants her to himself?

Rhiannon stepped onto the patio, her bare feet making no sound against the cool wood. She hadn’t used the door—too many people, too much noise—so the window had seemed like the better option. She paused at his words, tilting her head slightly as if considering them.

“We can't both use it?” she asked softly after a moment. She lowered herself to sit a few feet away, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The night air curled around her, cool against her skin, but she didn’t seem to mind.

After a pause, she glanced at him, her gaze calm but unreadable. “You don’t like crowds either.” It wasn’t a question. Just an observation, offered like a pebble dropped into still water to see how it would ripple.

open to: m/f/nb

connections: anyone

Kit's back was against the wall, his legs crossed beneath him as he sat out on the patio. He knew coming to this party wasn't the best idea, he'd only been here for an hour before needing to be alone. He'd tried a couple of bedrooms but people eventually came in to use it so he'd opted for the patio just off of the livingroom. His eyes were closed and he was steadying his breaths when he heard someone climb out the window onto the patio with him. "If you need to use this patio please let me know now so I can leave." He said, opening one eye to look at them.

a fucked up modern day marriage plot where a rival mob boss marries his daughter, muse a, off to muse b to calm the tension between the families. at first they hate each other, but once forced to live together, they start warming up to each other, too stubborn to let it show. then one night he comes back from an important deal gone wrong, his face is fucked up and he’s feverish and she takes care of him all night and etc etc etc…i need it?

i am still here, promise, just been busy... will work on some replies tomorrow <3