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[purehoneybees]

closed starter for: @silencedmoths

based on "pov" by ariana grande!

The week was a frustrating one. A string of days where nothing seemed to go his way. The masculine energy that boiled within him refused to let any kind of emotion out. He would rather die than to have anyone see him drown. So instead he shut down. All week he kept to himself and refused to talk to anyone unless needed. It culminated into a rainy evening at her place. Maybe it was the overwhelming storm that SMACKED against the windows. Or maybe it's how her touched made his body light up in a way that made everything feel so vivid. Thoughts of doubt bubbled to the surface. Tears began to form in his eyes which only made him more frustrated. She was watching him drown and he couldn't stop it. "I just wish I saw me the way you did."

[bitchfiits]

he’d been standing in the doorway of the kitchen, amusement gleaming in his eye as he admired his wife from afar. his wife, still such a foreign phrase to vincent — never thought he’d see the day until he met audrey. a light, his light, the vivacious young thing that made his life a little less dreary. could even recount the exact moment he knew she was the one ... a dinner similar to the very one unfolding before him. her hair a little longer then, his a little shorter; but it was her contentment, how she carried herself from the sway of her hips to that canorous hum that made him realize it was a moment he wanted to witness over and over again for the rest of his life. and fuck, her smile. her laugh. the way her nose scrunched when she got nervous. she was perfect, so perfect he couldn't even wait to get his hands on her, arms snaking around her frame as a low hum sounded. “m’sorry, m’sorry. you want me to head back out and wait another twenty? took a few acting classes in college. think i could put on the performance of a lifetime.” he caught her gaze, offered a smile before his head dipped to bury in the crook of her neck. “work was work, would’ve rather been here with you,” corny? yes, but it was true — couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t stop thinking about that morning either and how he wished he could’ve stayed just a little while longer, given her the same amount of attention she did him. he’d make up for it, tried to now as he left a trail of quick kisses along her neck. “how was my girl?” large palm met the small of her back, lips meeting the curve of her jaw as a strong nudge drew her closer. any closer and the two would’ve been fused together. he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, although he found just enough self control to draw his head back. after all, he couldn’t let such hard work go unnoticed, glance tossed at the stove. “can’t believe you did all this, baby. bet it’s going to taste delicious.” as grateful as he was, he had other things on his mind. why not test the waters? “think i might be craving something a little different right now though.”

open to: males. 30+

plot: fluffy domestic newlyweds things. (  or check source for a similar plot. )

muse: audrey vaughn ( florence pugh ) 25. college student.

note: please don’t like my starters & i can switch to beta editor if wanted!

𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙁 𝙋𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙄𝙓 and the blonde is currently found in the luxurious kitchen of their home, wooden spoon in hand as she stirs the mouthwatering dish she’s currently making for her and her husband. her other half was only supposed to be back from work in twenty minutes, which gave audrey just enough time to finish the recipe she’d found on pinterest to surprise him with. she’s swaying to the music she’d turn on while she cooked, a small hum leaving her lips as she stirred the pesto based sauce. it wasn’t anything too extravagant but she knows her lover adored pasta and she has a hunch that he was going to love this as well. placing the spoon on the counter, she’s about to add the uncooked noodles to the pot of boiling water when she feels a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. a small gasp passes her lips before she melts into his embrace, knowing the familiar touch was his almost right away. ❝ baby! you weren’t supposed to be here yet,❞ she whines playfully, turning around and standing on her tiptoes so she can wrap her arms around his neck. ❝ i wanted to surprise you, ❞ she pouts but it quickly turns into a teasing smile, obviously glad to have him home early.  ❝ how was work? ❞

[neveraftcr]

closed starter for @sunliights from lili silva ... based

" don't marry him. "

[avdaciter]

starter — kareem howard

SETTING: the old haunt ; evening AVAILABILITY: closed starter for ROBIN MATTHEWS | ( @ren0wned )

Although Kareem really liked being a professor, there were some days that he wished he didn't have any responsibilities or didn't answer to anyone but himself. The young apprentice that kept blowing up his phone by sending several e-mails with the most off-topic questions about a paper had made Kareem turn his phone off for the evening.

"Hey, Rob." He said to his favorite barista as he noticed her by the bar at the old haunt. "What are you having tonight?" He then motioned to one of the bartenders and ordered Robin a second round, then one whisky sour for himself. "How are things?"

[lightburnsyou]

@historiavn - cassandra.

Parties were alright with his friend by his side. His friend was witty and charming, eager to socialize and able to read the room better than anyone he knew. In every way Anakin was awkward, Ben was charismatic. He had a certain poise that reflected his status and a way with words that made everyone around him at ease.

Ben belonged. Anakin did not.

When Ben fell ill shortly after the party began and made a haste exit, Anakin was left to flounder on his own. He knew the people around him, being the third ball of the season, but no woman was eager to chat with an untitled man of a mysterious background with a bad temper. Anakin didn't want them to anyway, even if their brothers and mothers let them.

He clung to the wall by the drinks and slowly sipped the same glass he held since he arrived. He stared down at the liquid. Going home so early without reason would be rude, so he needed to let an acceptable amount of time pass. Listening to the music and watching the bubbles pop in his champagne glass kept him busy enough.

He pulled himself from his thoughts when he saw someone standing in front of him. When he met her gaze, he immediately fixed his posture.

"Miss Fatesworth," he said with a slight bow. Perhaps she didn't even want to speak to him. He was standing by the drinks.

A sneaky thought wormed its way into his mind, whispering that he hoped she had come over just to chat with him.

He became more flustered the longer he paused, eyes wide while he raced to regain his composure. "Would- Would you like some lemonade?" He offered her a quick smile.

[lantern-icons]

Spiderpunk from Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Flag(s): Genderflir, Graysexual, and Finromantic

Shape(s): Circle with sparkles

Requested by: Anon

Anyone can use, credit appreciated but not required.

[bullsh1tterz]

: : @dnangelic : : LIKED FOR A STARTER ( Daisuke )

Adam sighs. He didn't want to acknowledge the kid, but with eyes struck over him for so long he feels as though that might be the lesser evil after all. He turns to him, lips pressed down into a straight line to withhold a slight spur of irritation before they slack back as he speaks.

"You gonna keep starin', kid, or 've you got somethin' you wanna say? Out with it already, let's not be stupid. If you're waitin' for me to read your mind or somethin', best of luck."

[rcguish]

small starter. / @gruusha.

redhead hums when gaze falls on a person who stood out just a little too well from the rest of the crowd. he was always one to watch his surroundings like a hawk, to be constantly vigilant in knowing the people around him at all times ; even when hands and mind were busy otherwise with creating. there was a familiarity about the trainer that immediately drew silver in, some intrigue about him and perhaps about the type he specialized in.

though he is patient and time passes with the two sitting on opposite sides of the restaurant enjoying their own alone time, he only ever stops his drawing when grusha starts getting up to leave. in that moment silver quickly packs pencil into his pocket, closes up sketchbook, and swiftly exits right after.

thankfully he was quick enough to only lag a few feet behind him, just outside the storefront, and didn't need to directly shout.

" you're the gym leader. over at glaseado. "

[houseflyy]

@firestcr

—❁—

Far from where any humans lived, and close to the snapping, piercing beak of a thrush—could Melody be anywhere more dreadful?

There was no time to dwell on whichever place was the worst. Down came that horrible bird’s beak, bang-bang-banging on the acorn cap that she huddled under. All the while, she tried to scramble away there on the high branch and helplessly cried out at it.

“Stop! Please, stop!” She clung to the gash in her little arm with her other claw and whimpered. “You’re hurting me!”

Then, finally, she reached the edge of the branch and saw an opportunity for escape. She released her grip and fell. The thrush soon hopped off the branch, descending after her.

Melody could have flown then and outsmarted the bird in the air, but her cut distracted her and filled her head with more and more distraught questions that weighed on her and made her plummet.

“—AH!”

And she yelped, as she knocked her head on somebody else’s head and tumbled off them right to the ground. She was left perfectly exposed for the bird to swoop down and snatch. Wasn’t she?

[shadowedresolve]

"Man, sometimes I wonder if it's what I really want to do..."

Ann sighs as she offhandedly remarks on something that's been bothering her today, though she doesn't think about it too often. Immediately after, though, she gives a sheepish kind of smile, looking at Makoto and abruptly apologizing.

"Ah, sorry! I didn't mean to unload on you. You're just really easy to talk to, you know?" ...But she doesn't want to bother Makoto with a stray thought like that. Modeling is what she decided to strive towards, after all, and she doesn't want to give up on that goal! Especially with Shiho counting on her... she needs to give her strength, just like she promised she would. It's not like she hates the work, either. Working hard on her appearance is tougher than Ann expected, but she's not going to give up on something just because it's hard work.

"I bet you're working hard towards your goal too, aren't you? You're really impressive, Makoto!"

@belovedblossoms ( starter for makoto! )

[gracecromwell]

Closed starter @nomadjones Location: UTP

"I swear I don't always look like a mess but I pulled an all nighter the night before to finish some designs but hey I made it." Gracie said with a tired smile. "How about we grab some coffee?" She offered more for herself, she managed to finish a few designs on the sewing machine and a few on sketchboard but she was rather excited to present them on her instagram later for the new fall season.

[ianrossi]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @gracemorrisellison 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the garden

IAN LEANED AGAINST THE TABLE, awaiting his friend's arrival. The brewery was better suited to a reunion than Ray's, the dive bar's seedy lighting less than ideal for anything more than discussions of the weather. No, meeting up with Grace called for more fanfare than beer-stained floors and a distressed pool table.

After all, she was one of the few people who had known him for most of his life, not to mention Whitney's godmother. It took several games of phone tag to pin down one another's schedules, but following a particularly slow day of presentations, while he was out of time, a plan had been set.

He grinned as a familiar face rounded the corner, pushing off from the table to greet her. ❛ Gracie Morris. ❜ The nickname rolled off the tongue with ease, familiarity returning as though a lifetime hadn't passed since the last time they'd seen each other. ❛ How long's it been? ❜

[neveraftcr]

closed starter for @sunliights from rowan meier.

" i know i shouldn’t be here but ... i just needed to see you. "

[avdaciter]

starter — aeri jeong

SETTING: hallowed grounds ; VERY early morning AVAILABILITY: closed starter for ROBIN MATTHEWS | ( @ren0wned)

Aeri had barely slept that night. There was something that made her feel restless, and it definitely wasn't the energy emanating from Ender's room. No, there was something else. Something that couldn't quite let her rest. So, here she was, in her favorite cafe, first thing in the morning, with her laptop in her backpack, her still slightly wet from the shower she'd taken and with her reusable tumbler that she'd bought from a Starbucks in Seoul literally days before coming to Portum.

"Hi..." She muffled out a yawn. "Hey—Robin." Her eyes glanced at the blonde's name tag and Aeri then offered her a small, yet apologetic smile. "Good morning... I think I'll be keeping you company today. Can I have a triple espresso latte with two caramel pumps, please?" Funny... she was always under the impression that she'd seen the blonde somewhere else. From before she'd moved to Portum.

[jacobklee]

— SETTING: elliot's house ; saturday, mid-morning — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for ELLIOT CHAPMAN | ( @elliot-chapman )

Once the New Years festivities were over and Selvi was back to the loving arms of her mother, Jacob found himself being done with everything he needed for the weekend and then, after shooting Elliot a quick text to check where he was and if he was free, the investor grabbed a few things he needed and then made his way to his best friend's house.

Suffice to say, congratulations were in order and a proper celebration from his part, was too. In all honesty, Hoon couldn't be happier for Elliot and Thea. He'd like to think he knew the duo pretty well, having dated one in high school and having been best friends with the other since, pretty much, well... forever? Yeah, of course he was happy they'd found each other.

"Morning, sunshine! You ready to celebrate your newest life update?" He asked while raising the champagne bottle he'd brought.

[bittcrsuite]

closed starter for @euphoriclusts.

"what are you doing here?" morgan practically hissed, grip tightening around her red solo cup. technically, anyone could be here — everyone always showed up for her annual birthday bash. it was late. late enough that many people either passed out or moved onto the next party. midnight came and went. although it wasn't technically her birthday anymore, morgan was determined still determined to soak up as much attention as she could. "i told you — we're done. you can't just show up here." a tad dramatic, but she was drunk enough that her filter was long gone.