➸ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 ╱ @compulsivc !
location: university campus.
❛❛ god, i feel like i’ve had my soul sucked out of my body, ❜❜ he lets out a puff of air, swiveling around his chair to the other behind him. rather than working on an essay about social cognition, he’d been sitting behind the computer for hours now, editing caught footage that frankly —- in his eyes, weren’t worth posting anyway. but at this point, anything was better than doing school work. pushing his glasses up to rub his exhausted eyes, he groans at the abundance of tasks on his pate. ❛❛ alright, fuck it —- i’ll just worry about this mess later. ❜❜ percy stands up from his chair once the laptop’s slammed shut, slinging the strap of his camera on him. ❛❛ i’m gonna go, are you still doing work ? ‘cause i was going to ask if you’d wanna come with. ❜❜
it’s been a long, constant, nearly suffocating string of loud nights, and selina had grown closer to her next door neighbor, a feat she never thought she’d accomplish. but, with the assistance of the thin walls and loud couples quarrels concluding in equally as loud makeup sex gave her the inside scoop into all of their business. though, while she was a fan of drama, and she loved her front row seat, sleep was her main priority tonight, not a juicy story. in a half-awake rage, she trudged from her apartment and quickly turned the corner, now facing the door to her next-wall-neighbor. “ yo, while i love the free fuckin’ porn subscription you’re giving me, can you shut the fuck up tonight ? we have families living here. i fuckin’ live here. people are tired of hearing your shit. quiet the fuck down, asshole. ”
“ great fuckin’ run today, love. ” commented the male, a wide, proud grin painted across his lips as his arm extends for a high five. jude truly loved his job, his coworkers, and having his best friend work here ? the absolute icing on the cake. he continued wiping down the bar, arms pumping at ultra-speed to ensure a near-timely clock-out. overtime sucks, but the extra dollars and tips from the long night sure made all that pain go away. “ need a ride home tonight ? ”
georgia can’t help but raise an eyebrow. ❝ you can only be but so mean to me, you did have me sit on your face a few nights ago. ❞ she says tossing hair over her shoulder. ❝ and judging by the time, you’re not here to talk so you either want me to sit on your face again, you’re here to fuck my face.. ––– or, you’re here to chew me out ‘cause you saw me out with one of your friends the other night. either way, i don’t think i’m entirely against it. ❞
collan instantly regret giving her a key to his place when he heard her push the door open to his in-home gym. this was his alone time and he couldn’t even have it because she wasn’t very well versed on personal space. sitting on the edge of his weightbench, he raises an eyebrow while wrapping his hands. ❝ i thought i wasn’t expecting you for another two hours. ❞ he looks at the digital clock on his wall. ❝ i thought the dinner wasn’t until six. ❞
“ oh, fuck off. ” he shook his head again and again. “ i am asking you a perfectly simple and straight forward question: what the fuck were you doing texting that asshole ? ” arthur couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t see much past their face. the only thing in his mind, the only repetitive thought he could conjure up was of them and that asshole together, talking. “ what the fuck was so important that you had to talk to him ? i’m just curious ! ”
mitchell & madison: continued from here, ( @compulsivc )
“the person i see by my side at the end of the day.” that was a risky response. mitchell had no idea how madison would react and frankly he was nervous. they were have a good time. saying anything like this was a surefire way to kill the vibes. “i don’t want to…. be…” he shrugs. “i don’t know. i just wanted to say that.”
closed starter ; compulsivc
“You don’t get to accuse me of anything are you kidding me?” Monet thought the whole thing was laughable, shaking her head at the other with discontent as she crossed her arms over her chest. She played with the ring on her finger absently, biting her lower lip. “I expected better from you.”
anyone who knew aaron could’ve told you he’d be a gym rat when he was old enough. even at a young age, he enjoyed showing off baby muscles and starting fights to exude his dominance. some thought he’d be a major troublemaker — the rowdy kid who’d end up in jail for one too many fights. he calmed down after high school and found other ways to let out his aggressions. he came to the gym every day. “no pain, no gain,” he would tell his friends and family. he made friends with most of the women here. of course, he had ulterior motives — you could say he’s slept his way around the gym. he was a confident motherfucker, but no one had ever really told him otherwise. an unfamiliar face was the focus of his attention today. he’d never seen her here (or maybe he was too preoccupied with some other girl to notice her, but anywho). there was no shame in his game, so he tossed his sweat rag over his bare shoulder and approached her by the water fountain. “you’re killin’ it in cardio,” he greeted as he twisted the cap off of his hydro flask. “i’ve been lookin’ for a gym buddy who can keep up with me. think you may have won that spot.” he flashed her a friendly smile and held his hand out for her to shake. “aaron holbrook. nice to meet you.” little did he know… this was the same girl he used to tease in school. reality check in three, two, one…
( @compulsivc ) liked for a song lyric starter !!
♪ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ. ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʷᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʰᵉʳᵉ? ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴵ’ᵐ ⁿᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ. ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗʳᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ, ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵘˢ ᵗᵒᵒ, ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ˡᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ, ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵘˢ ᵗᵒᵒ. ♪ | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨
❝I don’t want t’ fight with you..❞ she barely whispered, breaking the deafening silence in the room. lying behind the other in bed, the situation felt all too tense and uncomfortable. arlette only hoped they were still awake to hear her. ❝I’m tired of it. Like legit tired. I want us.. to go back to the way we were. I want us t— … I just want US again.❞
⊰ — 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝕥𝕓𝕒
- based on the third bullet
𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐌 evacuation in his building. it was always the same apartment, the same wave of smoke, and the same smell of burnt chocolate filling the air. he felt that he was being preventive by knocking on their door. if he helped his neighbour with whatever the fuck it was that they kept burning, he’d be saving not only his sleep schedule, but the entire building’s infrastructure. ‘ hey, i live across the hall and i figured that i’d introduce myself. you’ve been here a couple of weeks, right? you’re the one that keeps setting off the fire alarm, right? does your hello fresh not come with clear instructions or something? ’ he hoped that the joke wouldn’t offend them, but people nowadays were excessively sensitive more often than not. — @compulsivc
logistically speaking, hannah is the last person who should be going on any dates. but her friend’s been hounding her for weeks about getting out and just meeting someone after the last neurotic stress-induced work breakdown, and she’d caved — because she’s that bad at saying no. the bar is so crowded that it’s a total shot in the dark when she goes up to the one person who looks just as confused as she does. “are you ?? sorry, this is so— oh, god, i already forgot your name.”
for @compulsivc, based on wells fargo by dreamville. valentina sat in the back of the minivan munching on some cookies as their driver went straight for the local bank. her brother ran out of competent robbers, so she had to fill in one of the spots. besides her and her cousin dante, there were two others for the job. two people she hadn’t seen before, but she assumed her brother must trust them if they went on a job like this. “can you hand me that pistol over there?” she nodded towards the gun, straightening the creases in her overalls in the meantime. if she was about the rob a bank, she at least wanted to do it while looking good. too bad her face would be covered by a clown mask –– this look was definitely insta-worthy.
closed starter for @compulsivc.
JENNY: hey there buddy pal of mine!!!
JENNY: just CHECKIN in after not talking to you for 4 days!!!
JENNY: totally not because we slept together and it made me feel super weird since i’ve known you for like…. my whole life! LOL!!!!
JENNY: just actually wondering something super important
JENNY: a quick question, if you will
JENNY: uuuuh…. so my question is this!
JENNY: is it true that you die if you burp, fart, sneeze and cough all at the same time?
JENNY: let me know! THANKS!
SEND. it was probably one of the most risky kind of text to send. rhys had been working nonstop for months and in a way, he’d always thought he was the one who walked away from it all. having to leave and travel too much had become a bit of a strain on them, and soon enough, they’d broken up. but, everything replayed in his head so many times. he wasn’t the one who left. not when he’d been back for months now and still, they’d found every excuse not to see him or at least try to. he sat anxiously on his bed. his leg bouncing in anticipation.