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[willowswriting]

Muse⇥ Louis Piquet, 21-28, He/Him, Bisexual, Underground Fighter/Dealer. Connection ⇥ Boyfriend Plot ⇥ Louis finally brings Tanner's number one fan to a hockey game. Open To ⇥@musicallyiinclined.

Louis couldn't help the small smile of admiration that spread across his lips as Birdie excitedly jumped up and down as Tanner's team was determined the winners of tonight. The small girl was practically swimming in the jersey that he would usually be sporting in support of his boyfriend. It had been months of the girl begging to watch the blonde in person and finally Louis had caved, he'd passed it off as an early birthday present to his overly worried sister. Louis hadn't told Tanner that he was brining his niece tonight, although he was sure that the hockey player had noticed her in the stands, hell he wasn't sure that there wasn't a single person in this place that wasn't aware of whose side she was routing for. Before Louis could grab her the little girl was pushing her way through patrons to get to Tanner "You were so cool out there!" She exclaimed, Louis finally catching up to the two.

[bekturan]

location: bread and butter

status: closed for @dakotaheise

Bek was utterly mystified by the way her brain worked.

The last time she’d seen Dakota she couldn’t remember for the life of her where to find adobo seasoning (was it with the general spices or in the ethnic aisle?) despite shopping at Bell’s all thirty-three years of her life, yet she remembered their exchange, brief as it might’ve been. 

With a warm smile and a near silent self-deprecating laugh at her own shortcomings she wandered over to where Liv’s younger sister sat. 

“Hey, Kota.” The smile on her face grew wider while she paused just shy of the table. “How did you luck out with the rest of that list the other day?” A tiny pang of guilt echoed in her chest at having been called away for work before she could really be much help. “Did you find what you needed?”

[onebigerror]

@araneorum liked this lyric starter call // still accepting

track 8 // "florida"

"yes, I'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine"

[tessabhrams]

location: his house

status: closed for @ryanparrish

The situation felt a little too close to how she'd shown up at Ryan's door all those weeks ago, the only difference being that time her stomach knotted with what suspiciously felt like hope. This time, as she slid from the driver's seat the only thing Tess could call the beast in her belly was dread.

Unfortunately, she couldn't just get back in the car and continue avoiding this conversation any longer. It'd been long enough since the night of the auction, upset stomach be damned.

Still, her approach wasn't immediate. No. Tess eyed the door to his trailer with a healthy dose of trepidation for a solid minute before her feet finally got with the program.

Loosing a sigh from her lips she palmed her keys, then rapped a few closed fist knocks to get his attention. Assuming he was even home.

Was he home?

She probably should've called first. Except any amount of warning to her arrival would've only given Ryan time to formulate an excuse. An explanation as to how, exactly, he was still married when he'd point blank swore the opposite years ago.

Call her hypocritical (she'd kept her own secrets out of their letters) but the revelation of his absolutely still real marriage vows felt different from not disclosing Waverly sooner. Keeping news of her daughter away from his ears was still a shade dishonest, but it hadn't been a bold faced lie.

Just thinking about their parallel predicaments reignited a searing heat in her blood.

Married. Still married.

Tess barely managed to swallow the sound of her self-directed scoff when, at last, the door swung wide... and there he was. Ryan Parrish. The man she once assumed she'd spend her entire life with and now couldn't help but study like a stranger.

It killed her— Noting that difference between past and present. Between moving home and learning his carefully kept, blissfully wedded truth.

This wasn't how their story was supposed to go.

"I think it's time we talked." To Tess' credit she bravely jutted her chin, but her heart gave an unsteady gallop when she followed with the barbed quip, "Unless your wife is home?"

[camgarza]

location: bread and butter

status: closed for @calliemontgomery

It'd been such a brief exchange - no more than ten or so minutes spent between two women with similar goals - and yet, when Cami's gaze landed on Callie across the room, recognition hit instantly.

Sauntering over, hands loosely slipped into the pockets of her thin jacket, she paused near enough to muse, "I never did bump into you again at the auction. How went your date with that bottle of rose?"

She'd meant to find her again, had meant to suggest maybe one day they meet up to share a bottle wine... and then SImone happened. Faced with a contestant who never showed and a spot to fill her so-called 'friend' thrust Cami out onto stage on a whim.

After that, nothing about the rest of her night went to plan.

[selincakar-archive]

location: the silk road

status: closed for @jesseelmassalamy

Selin never did make it around to help Jesse with that tree. As it turned out, manning a shop solo during the holidays didn’t lend much free time. Not that she was all that qualified on proper Christmas decorating techniques, anyway. 

A Muslim upbringing - apparently half on his part, whole on hers - was one of the newest and unexpected things she learned they shared in common. Okay— so far it was the only thing beyond a shared past in Boston that she knew they shared in common, but hopefully tonight would change that. 

She must have tried on seventeen different outfits before meeting him in town for dinner. Questioned whether he’d meant the invitation as a date or not-a-date double that amount. At least twice she even considered showing up in socks and sandals (I’m not a barbarian, she’d assured him that night, of course they’re fine) but given the weather decided to spare her toes the risk of frostbite. 

Yet all those wonderings and worries and second turned third guesses vanished once they were actually sat across from each other, surrounded by the rich scent of Mediterranean food and quiet chatter.

“I can say ‘tacos please’ in six different languages, I nearly had to repeat ninth grade because of math, and my favorite color is lavender.” Twirling her straw around in her glass Sey smirked. “Go ahead, Mr. Human Lie Detector. Which one is false?”

[parainvestigate]

@murder-popsicle ♡'d a starter call

"Gotta keep still or this won't work." Following another bout of Hydra hunting they were licking their wounds and recovering. Was unfortunate for Bucky that she was dealing with him as a field medic.

[strcngergirls]

starter for @pumpkinstabs​

“You’re Michael, right?” Chrissy asked, holding the clipboard to her chest. Her smile was genuine and her tone was simply curious, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes as she spoke. Jason hadn’t had the nicest things to say about him, but nor did he have very nice things to say about most people. “I’m Chrissy.”

[wontgodowninhistory]

🌈 : alwaysthesitter asked: 'do you get how lucky we are? some people never find someone they trust enough to share their deepest secrets.' // still accepting this meme

robin knew how lucky she was. she never forgot about any of the good things in her life even a minute. not when there were so many bad things. the good things were few and far between and steve’s friendship was one of the ones she treasured the most. “i know dingus. you're lucky i keep you around. duh.” her tone was filled with the fondness she felt for her best friend. the nickname had started out as an insult and became a weird term of endearment to her. steve was a dingus. but he was her dingus.

“this is like all the sleepovers i missed out on in high school. did you have sleepovers or were you too cool for them?” they were in the middle of steve’s living room floor with an array of junk food surrounding them while some horror movie was playing on the television for background noise. his parents weren’t at home as usual. in the whole two years they had been friends robin had never once seen mr. and mrs. harrington. they were like the elusive bigfoot, people believed they could exist but did they really? 

“and i’m beginning to wonder if you really have parents. did you just spawn yourself and tell everyone you have a mom and dad?” she teased. hopefully, it wasn’t a sore subject. sometimes robin said dumb things and didn’t realize they might be upsetting until she saw the reaction they caused. she was still quite socially awkward and that wasn’t something that would change anytime soon. “what’s one more deep secret after all?” robin rolled on her stomach and looked at him like a kid waiting for story time. “all i know is that your dad is a grade a asshole just like mine.” he’d told her that long ago even before they were friends. that was why he got the job at scoops to begin with. his father - aka grade a asshole - had made him find one. 

in all the time they’d known each other they barely spoke about families. he knew her mother was dead. he knew her father was a drunk that wasn’t all that nice to her. he’d never been to her trailer other than to pick her up and drop her off. never inside. and she never really opened up about how badly she was really treated. depending on the course of their conversation tonight might just be that night. it was painful but if it went there she’d spill it. there wasn’t anything that robin would not tell steve. 

she shoved a few more cheetos into her mouth and waited for an answer. 

[gctawaygirl]

closed starter : for quinn ( @ofinfinitedreams, sent me a meme ) muse : victor russo ( 27-29, heterosexual, phd student ) plot : Based on, "I want you all to myself." Set in the verse we created in a previous interactions but this time at a house party hosted by some friends, her older brother is not there. happy for it to be set before or after our previous thread.

victor was drunk. he was probably getting a too old for house parties but one of his friends from high school was hosting and he hadn't seen him in a while. not that he ended up catching up much with this friend because he ran into quinn instead. he had not been expecting her to be there but he was glad she was, "i want you all to myself," he admitted as he leaned in slightly. it was only for her to hear as they sat together on a couch. they were surrounded by people but acting like they were the only people in the room, "is that okay?"

[curicsities]

closed for: @mystvcs

“i need to tell you a secret.” luna’s voice is quiet as they scoot closer to their friend. they didn’t often feel embarrassed, they were used to no-one really thinking like they did. but people had gotten hurt and perhaps what they were going to say was insensitive, and the last thing luna wanted was to be insensitive. “i kind of wish i’d got to meet the merpeople.” she sighed, looking around them as though for any eavesdroppers. “i know it wasn’t a fun experience but imagine how incredible it must have been.” luna chewed on their lip, looking at ginny almost shyly. “i’m a terrible person, aren’t i?”

[bekturan]

location: Covington's 12th Annual Valentine Date Night Auction

status: closed for @wyattxabhrams

"Waving almost two grand around is a really odd way of asking if I'd like to split a pizza. You know that, right?"

Not that they were serving any 12-cuts with extra olives, extra cheese that night. Bek could only wish to be that lucky. They'd probably end up with those fancy plates with food she neither recognized, nor could pronounce the name of that were finished in point two polite bites.

Still, half amused and half stunned to be sitting there across from Wyatt Abhrams, of all people, she leaned into the tease. "Especially from someone who seems just as keen on avoiding me as he is being in my company." Low, throaty laughter rolled out before she stifled the sound with a quick bite into her lip, eyes glinting and wholly locked on him.

"Seriously, though, I almost feel like I owe you one tonight." It was never simple - deciding what to withold, what to share - but she admitted, "Out of everyone who started flashing their wallets when I walked out there, you're... kind of the only date I wouldn't have been tempted to ditch."

[onebigerror]

@araneorum liked this lyric starter call // still accepting

track 16 // "clara bow"

“all your life, did you know?”

[tessabhrams]

location: nook antiques

status: closed for @saraiayutthaya

"What do you think about this piece?" Head canted to the side, Tess surveyed the carved oak console table apparently from France, 19th century, according to it's description and price tag. "Is it pretty, or is it just old and expensive?"

Shopping for overpriced antique furniture was genuinely the least of her concerns right now, but that was sort of the point.

She needed to get out of the house, out of her head, and just be a normal person who didn't have a missing father or a married ex she was still in love.

So long as this new, imaginary version of herself still retained control of current hers bank account of course.

"There's this little nook between the front hall and the kitchen that needs... something," she continued, as if the two older ladies not-so-subtly hiding one booth over weren't just whispering about her auction night disaster of an experience.

[j4nedoes]

#j4nedoes is an Indie Headcanon based Max Caulfield originally of Square Enix's LIFE IS STRANGE, REWOUND by Victoria (she / her), 25+. #AAPI 15 years of experience, 10 on tumblr

est. 2024 LOW ACTIVITY. MINORS DNI

Temp Rules under cut;

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[selincakar-archive]

location: in the backroom at harp antiques

status: closed for @katerinadelarosa

"What do you think the chances are that any of this stuff is haunted?"

Shuffling around a few open boxes of various bits and bobs that hadn't yet made it out onto the sales floor, Sey plucked a vintage hat off a mannequin and dropped it on her head. For Kat's entertainment she immediately struck a pose, one hand braced on her hip and the other still clutching a beer.

If they were going to be there who knew how long that night, combing through inventory and rearranging displays, at least they could do it a little bit sloshed. "Like, do you think Miss Agatha is gonna come haunt me in my sleep if I wear this out for tea?"