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suggested connection: son’s best friend, neighbor’s kid staying with them, exchange student, stepson. anything along those lines. 

She hadn’t wanted to believe her eyes at first, looking at the crumbled receipt, but it was the final piece of evidence she’d found over the last few weeks that pointed to her husband having an affair and then it had all been too much for her. Pouring herself a large glass of wine, she knocked the liquid back, and refilled the glass. She felt she deserved the indulgence. The wine helped a little, but it didn’t stop the tears. Sitting alone at the dinner table, she sniffled and drank, making it to glass number four before she heard footsteps descending the stairs. Startling, Brooke sat up, her hands lifting to wipe the tear tracks. Bleary eyes looked to them, bloodshot and glassy with unshed tears. “Did you need anything sweetie?”

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suggested connection: husband/wife, bf/gf, affair, fwb, or something darker like an intruder, maybe someone she rejected bc she’s married. or whatever you want tbh.

The pounding of the warm water was a relief to tired muscles, the long run had energised Briar but underneath the spray she felt lethargy creep in. With her head under the showers spray and her music beating through her speaker, she didn’t hear the front door, or the thump of footsteps up the stairs. The door to the bathroom had an awful creak, and she heard the familiar sound over her music. “Babe? You home early?” she called out, eyes still closed against the shower’s cascade. 

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°.✨;.⟡* a basic af, domestic plot where muse a knocks up muse b in a drunken stupor, the two of them being best friends without anything more. but when they decide to live together because of the pregnancy and the baby, it’s hard to ignore that there’s maybe a reason they ended up sleeping together in the first place…

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sayyoullalwayshauntme‌:

Duke paused for a moment, trying to process her words, “Surely there are better ways to do so?” They had been best friends for ages, and honestly he would do it for her in a heart beat if this is what she really wanted… “Are you sure?” he asked her curiously, “I mean…I guess I can’t say no to you.”

“I’ve thought about it, and I just couldn’t think of any one better to ask.” She’s too much of a control freak to go to sperm donor, and if she struggled to conceive then she’d certainly look into adoption, but she wanted a child of her own. “I’m not asking you for the responsibility of being a parent, god no," unless he wanted that, “but I want someone hard working, diligent, loyal and honestly someone I know is a good person.” He fit all of those criteria for her. “You’ll do it?” A beaming smile graced her features, only to slip as a niggling thought crept up on her. “You know you can say no, please I don’t want you to resent me if it happens y’know?” 

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Am I bothering you?

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It’s not my job to make you feel like a man. I can’t make you something you’re not.  — Gemma Chan as Astrid Leong in Crazy Rich Asians (2018)

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open to m/f/nb suggested connections: boyfriend/girlfriend, best friend, friend, fwb? stepsibling? whatever tbh. 

LARA >> hotels are the worst. it was fun the first two days but now i am so done.  LARA >> can’t even get a good cuppa in my room. LARA >> can’t fucking wait to see you though.

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Gilbert‌:

about gilbert

Gilbert hadn’t seen her in what felt like a long time. It’d been two years since high school ended and like most kids, he was back at home, doing his same old job. It was pretty late on a Sunday night; some kids were messing around in parking lots and taking advantage of the summer. Meanwhile, Gilbert was working at the store, bagging groceries for last minute shoppers. He wasn’t expecting anything eventful to happen, so when he saw her looking exhausted and wearing clothes he knew were for a party, he was taken aback. He was the only register open, and he didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing. When she came up to him, he scanned the first of her few items and offered a smile. “It’s been a while.” He observed, noticing the dry mascara stains on his ex-girlfriend’s cheeks. “You okay?”

She’d had a sucky night, one she wanted to forget with the help of two lovely gentleman named Ben and Jerry’s and her favourite duvet. So she’d traipsed from the party to the nearest shop, and practically ran to the frozen section, missing the familiar head of hair in her haste. It’s not till she queues that she spotted him. She offered a weary smile, halfhearted and forced as she approached the till. “It sure has,” she supposed she could have messaged but no one stayed friends with their exes did they? Even one’s as sweet at Gilbert. She was nodding, an automatic response to the question but the smile quickly faded and the nod turned to a shake of her head. “No, not really.” She kicked at the floor, opening the clutch purse in her hands in order to focus on something else. 

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deceptxrem‌:

info:  twenty-nine. university assistant soccer coach. heterosexual heteromantic. dominant

wanted connection:  fwb, girlfriend – no one under the age of twenty-three (twenty-three is already pushing it) and especially not a student working on their undergrad at the same university

WANTED OPPOSITES // BANNED FACECLAIMS

                 “–all things considered, i don’t look that bad,” he chuckled, sitting back before reapplying the ice pack to his face, skin around his eyes swollen and purple after having gotten in the middle of his team and another team fighting on the field and being delivered a rather rough blow to the face from an angry player on his team. when the fists started flying it had been difficult to tell who was who, and really it had been his own fault for shoving himself between players in the first place. despite what benjamin had said, however, the smarting pain on his face throbbed through his skull and he groaned in pain, shifting to lay back on the couch. “i feel like shit,” the male grumbled, shutting his eyes. “this is the last time i do the right thing and try to stop those idiots from fighting. fuck this.”

a brow raised, taking in the purple mottled skin, and the swollen appearance of his eyes. “babe, you look like shit.” not one to skirt around anything, she laughs. “seriously, if i wasn’t dating you then i definitely wouldn’t be attracted to this mess right here.” she purses her lips, looking away up from the magazine in her lap. “i totally agree, you should totally just let them get on with it and let them deal with the black eyes and bruises. they won’t learn if you take the beating for them.” dropping the magazine she moves the the couch, and perches beside him, ass half off to cushions and a hand pressed into the soft cushion beside his head. “need anything, babe? painkillers? a massage for my hero sports coach?” leaning down, she presses lips against a bruise free piece of skin. 

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Miles‌:

He let out a small chuckle as he looked at her “well you should have thought about all this when you decided to start seeing me.” He shook his head and rubbed the back of his head “you should probably go before your little boy finds out you are here.”

“Yea, I get that,” Freja muttered, gaze cast down, focusing on the scuff on her shoe. “I didn’t think about a lot of things when I started seeing you.” She nibbled her lip, rolling the plush flesh over her teeth. “He’s working late, he won’t even realise I’m gone.” Her gaze lifted, bright gaze settling on his. “Please. I just want to see you.” 

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Kasper‌:

He grins when he sees the little boy all happy and content once he saw his father come into view. It makes Kasper look over at his own son that’s sitting in his arms at the moment. “Well, August here decided he really wanted to see you. So I promised him if he was good while the our two sons played then I would take him to see you. I hope we came at a good time.” Kasper explains as he smiles at the other father and son who were now reunited once again. Kasper grinned when the male said that he was on break. “Perfect. That sounds good to me. Though I think juice will be given to my little man.” 

“You played nicely?” He asks August, smiling when the little boy beamed and nodded, his little head furiously bobbing. “We’re fwends, Daddy.” And Roman’s so glad of that, to know that his boy at least had one friend. His wife would have been pleased too, it was just Evander he had to worry about most, the ten year old was quiet at school and all his teachers told him they worried he didn’t socialise. “You did actually, I’ve got an hour to spend with you guys.” And honestly, what better way to spend it. “There’s a cafe on the corner, we get our morning round from there. They do seriously good coffee.” He says, collecting his things from his locker. “Thanks, Kasper, honestly made my day seeing this one.” He knew he’d see his boys later on when his shift ended, but any extra time he got was a blessing. 

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Luna‌:

nervous is an understatement and the feeling is only amplified when she hears the curse word leave the male standing near her. placing her hands on her forehead and allowing her fingers to rub at her temples, luna finds herself letting out a small groan. “ you think it’d be pretty damn close to 100% after taking multiple tests. “ she looks up at him with a hopeless expression … and she was never hopeless. “ i don’t … i don’t know – we … i can’t just get rid of it, but i’m not ready for a fucking kid. i deserve the worst mother of the year award and i’m not even a mother YET. “ chewing the inside of her cheek, luna throws caution to the wind and blurts out the question she knows she needs the answer. “ what do you think? “

He brushes at his hair, the amount of toying with his locks he’d done since the start of this conversation, he was sure he’d have no hair left. he’s admittedly glad to hear she didn’t want to get rid of their baby. they may not be ready to have a kid, it may be the wrong time, and he would have stood by her decision but he can’t say that he’s not relieved. “i know you aren’t ready, that we aren’t ready, but i want this kid, i guess?” he offered a half smile, it wasn’t an easy choice obviously and it would take a lot of work, but gwil’s good with kids? he likes kids? wanted a family of his own too. “but we do have options, like adoption.”

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open to m/f/nb your muse as lara’s best friend who she’s had a crush on forever only to finally act on it because her luck has to be in?

“i got it!” lara exclaimed, grinning ear to ear as she faced her best friend. “i actually got the part. i’m gonna be on broadway!” who cared that it wasn’t the lead, she was going to be in a well known musical, on stage - singing! with a high pitched giggle, lara threw herself at them, her arms around their shoulders. “it’s definitely because of you. if you’d not helped me run lines i’d never have gotten it.” throwing caution to the wind, she pulled back just enough to plant her lips on theirs. 

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Miles‌:

Miles looked at the girl in front of him “so, did you come back to have a fling one more time or throw your relationship in my face?” He shook his head with a smile “you picked him instead of me, so why are you here?”

She didn’t know why she was there on his doorstep, her boyfriend definitely didn’t know and she had the decency to look ashamed when he brought the other male up. “I just wanted to see you, I missed you Miles.“ Did she have the right to say that anymore? “I’m terribly terribly selfish, but I can’t give you up.”