#open / starters.

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb {selective with f) | based on the first bullet | please read rules before interacting. | note: doesn't have to be scream related. }

april knew going out the night before meeting her best friend's new partner wasn't the smartest idea but when an opportunity came up she was quick to take it. of course, that led to her showing up to the lunch with a raging hangover, trying not to think about the hookup she had because she'd woken up beside them and snuck out in the early hours. the blonde was at least excited to get some food in her system. she'd already ordered a coffee as she waited for the couple to arrive and when she spotted her best friend she almost passed out when she saw the person connected at the arm with her. shit, she thought to herself realising she might've just spent the night with her friend's new partner. she tried to shake off her look of panic as they got closer, forcing a smile as she greeted her friend and offered her hand to the other, "hi, i'm april, it's lovely to meet you."

[fromsaudades]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍 was where she spent the majority of her days, diligently ensuring that the animals were well cared for, nurtured, and as healthy as circumstances would allow. Though she had grown accustomed to the pungent odors that permeated the air, she couldn’t shake the anxiety that others might begin to associate her with that unsettling aroma. “You work too much,” they would often say, but for her, it was the only way to distract herself from the fear that threatened to seep into her very psyche.

With a stethoscope pressed firmly against the animal’s fur, she focused intently, striving to discern whether everything sounded normal. “So far, so good, I’d say,” she murmured, though she struggled to pinpoint the root of the issue—the newfound behaviors and erratic mood swings that troubled her. She frowned, glancing up at the observer. “Would you like to pet her? I assure you, she won’t bite.” / ( 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 )

[slumpcd]

" then what? would you kill for me? " tilting her head as she looked up at them. " would you? "

[sabrinaoakes]

open starter : @aurorabaystarter .

location: nyc ball .

Being new to town definitely wasn't foreign to Sabrina, but coming to a townwide event a little more than a week from her arrival was. But it was an event that was too exciting to pass up. What other way to get to know the residents better than mingling at a ball?

Opportunities were endless and when light eyes spot a lone figure, Sabrina's quick to take the chance.

"Now don't tell me you're sitting here all alone," Sabrina remarks, slipping into the open seat beside them with nothing more than a grin highlighting her features — the inward feeling of nervousness masked by the exterior she put on. Whether or not they were actually alone, that was up in the air and clearly she's not really all that concerned about it.

"And I'm expectin' to hear a real good excuse for why you don't even have a glass in sight. What kinda bribin' do I gotta do to change that?"

[burninglovefm]

Plot: Just a basic plot of a king returning home from war just to find out that his darling wife is like 6 or 7 months along with their 2nd child. I just needed to use Leo Suter's fc so bad hahahaha. Hmu if u wanna plot more!

Gregory could hardly wait to see his beloved wife. He had galloped away at full speed ahead, leaving his man in the dust as he sped towards the castle. Six months had seemed like six years to him and he ached so badly to hear her voice, gaze upon her exquisite face, smell her scent and feel her soft and gentle caresses and kisses. All of his thoughts were full of her when he finally entered the front courtyard and dismounted swiftly from his huge steed. It was far too late to see his daughter so he would only greet her and spend time with her tomorrow morning. Right now, he practically ran all the way up to the main bedchambers, ignoring the amusement of the staff. The moment he reached the heavy door, he then slowly pushed it upon. Upon hearing his wife call out from her dressing room thinking it was her handmaiden come to help her undress for the night, the king then smirked slightly as he quietly walked towards her back. “I think I can help you with that,” he teased in his low voice, placing a gentle kiss upon the smooth curve of her neck. As his wife whirled around in shock, it was then his turn to be shocked for his grinning gaze then morphed into one of great astonishment when his gaze finally went down over her figure and noticed the protruding belly. He was stunned speechless for a moment. “Is–is that-?” he gasped as he looked back up at his wife.

[chvmpcgnerps]

If you have any open starters that could use some attention, please give this a like. ❤️

(open to mutuals and non-mutuals)

[blackanimas]

aberto para: todos (guia). personagem: hector (40, demissexual e detetive).

as luzes em tons neon do bar não ajudavam a compor o ambiente — bar, boate e oficina ao mesmo tempo. tudo parecia um tanto quanto errado, mas sendo o lugar mais barato da cidade, não havia muito com o que se queixar. aliás, ele precisava apenas de um pouquinho de óleo para colocar entre as dobradiças de seu braço e pediu a ajuda de alguém antes que acabasse derramando mais do que deveria e, nossa, como demoraria para sair. não podia arriscar com a água sendo um recurso quase restrito. ao notar a demora, virou-se com as sobrancelhas arqueadas: "você está com medo de fazer isso, não é?".

[brckensocietyarch]

{ open to m/f/nb | based on: this | please read my rules before interacting. }

it was late, the giant house was dark and for the most part, quiet. his parents had gone on another last-minute trip and with landon helping with renovations, the only other people in the house were his brother and their partner. the male had decided to take a late-night swim and was now heading back into the house. when he spotted them a smirk formed on his lips, adjusting the towel that covered his lower half. “well, hello, night owl. should i ask what you are doing up so late?” he had his own thoughts as to what they might be doing up, but even with his ego and their many run-ins, he wasn’t going to assume.

[darksighed]

OPEN TO: f. BASED ON: inspired by this under the context that our muses are hiding out at a motel for the night. it can be that she/they committed a crime (m.urder/r.obbery/etc.) and are on the run, or he's k.idnapped her and the motel is the best place to lay low until he can get her to their new permanent home. CONNECTION: l.over, girlfriend, wife, ex, stranger. t.aboo connections such as sister, niece, and others are very much welcomed. DO NOT LIKE THIS STARTER.

AS THE WATER SPRAYED FROM THE SHOWERHEAD, the rough tips of his fingers wiggled beneath the flow, waiting for the temperature to turn from a biting chill to the lukewarm maximum a cheap room like this afforded them. stepping away from the grimy tub, the tall male leaned against the frame of the door, eyeing the other sat silently in the adjoining bedroom. ❝ come, ❞ brenton calmly ordered, gesturing with his head for her to join him, ❝ we need to get you cleaned up. ❞

[twistedgrace]

Riley paced his living room, the small, neatly wrapped box resting on the coffee table catching his nervous glances every few seconds. Two years. It felt surreal how quickly time had passed since their first date, and yet, every moment with them had felt meaningful, like a carefully curated exhibit of memories. He adjusted the collar of his shirt and smoothed his hands over his pants, trying to calm the flutter of nerves. The gift wasn’t extravagant, but it was deeply personal—a silver bracelet engraved with a date and a phrase that meant everything to them.

When the door opened, and he saw their familiar smile, Riley couldn’t help but return it, his earlier nerves fading. “Happy anniversary,” he greeted warmly, moving to press a kiss to their cheek before leading them inside. “I, uh, got you something. It’s not much, but I hope you’ll like it.” He motioned toward the small box, watching their expression carefully, a mix of excitement and vulnerability in his eyes.

[brckensociety]

{ open to m/f/nb | based on this | please read rules before interacting. }

when he had sent the text the night before he had hoped that'd be the end of it. being a dealer came with many different issues but this was one he hadn't foreseen, falling for one of his regular clients. sure, there was often times he'd sleep with those who he found attractive, sometime under the guise of it being alternative payment but this time was different. they'd barely had any intimacy, in fact, he'd only let it go as far as making out before he cut it off - knowing if he crossed that line he'd be in trouble. had he expected them to show up at the party tonight? it was always possible but when he spotted how they beelined towards him diesel made quick work of trying to find an escape route, only to end up at a dead end. "what do you want?" he asked with a heavy sigh.

[fromsaudades]

you hear a barking, you've heard it before. there is a dog outside your door. it barks at you, wagging its tail. it wants you to follow it. dogs are trustworthy, right? it's totally not weird that you can never find the dog when you go looking for it but it always seems to be able to find you. it walks towards the forest, it wants to show you something. deeper and deeper into the trees, never looking back to see if you're following it. it barks and runs through the woods but when you think you catch up to it, the dog is gone. you're standing in a clearing. there is nothing there besides a single tree in the middle. it seems like an ordinary tree. why did the dog bring you here? what is so special about the tree? do you investigate it or do you go back to town and try to forget about it like all the other times the dog has come to you?

work boots are sodden ⸺ their soles heavy with mud that clings like whisper in the dark. the storm had left its mark across the forest floor: damp patches splotch the earth, slight remnants of that fated night’s rage. yet, the barking presses onward with a determined pace unfazed by the mire. almost forgotten, those lingering puddles, pools, and thatches go unnoticed.

a howl bark rings out again—sharp, long and insistent—cutting through the silence like a thunder above the gray skies. it echoes, a sound so familiar from alex's very dreams. they are reminded that reality is never as certain as it seems⸺

as the dog ahead advances, those peels grow fainter, more distant, swallowed by the endless stretch of shadowed trees. "come on," they urge, their voice rough with a thread of desperation. "keep up." they couldn't afford to lollygag now. not when they were so close to catching the canine.

the clearing ahead feels like the only refuge, once it's finally in full view. "did you see which way he went?" / ( 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋 )

[slumpcd]

" i think it's time for a game of hide and seek. " he grinned before putting on the mask. " i'll give you ten seconds. "

[burninglovefm]

Open to husband, boyfriend, fiance, roommate with feelings.

Selena gave him a look that was both incredulous and shocked at his betrayal. "You sneaky little bastard. How dare you watch it without me?? We made a pact!"

[hedonistiics]

open to: submissive female muses.

muse: jason watts. chad michael murray fc.

connections: stranger, friend, someone from his old life. anything and everything that fits. please specify what you had in mind, in the tags.

he stood behind the bar leaning against the back table while sipping on a beer. his bar, the revelry, was pretty quiet but it wasn't out of the ordinary for a wednesday night. "come on..." he said incredulously, eyes widening. with the bar practically dead, he had plenty of time to converse with the beautiful woman. "he's never made you cum?" jason asked, needing clarification as he took another sip, hiding a smile behind the bottle. emptying it he then threw it in the trash and walked closer so the only thing separating them was the bar. he placed his lower arms on the bar-top, and looked at her with interest and intrigue in his gaze. "that just won't do," he said gently with a small shake of his head, his finger gently running down the back of her hand.

[brckensocietyarch]

{ open to m/f/nb | possible connection: ex, best friend, relatives partner/best friend, legit anything. assume whatever (taboo or not idm) - could be cheating, confession of feelings, legit anything. | doesn't have to be scream related | made with beta (feel free to request legacy or make a new post as a reply). }

Billy laid next to the other on his bed, having them show up on his doorstep in the middle of the night he happily let them inside and stated they could stay the night. "You know, I am here for you, whatever you need." The male spoke out in a soft, comforting tone. Sure, his kindness always had ulterior motives but he was sure they didn't know that. "Want to tell me what's up? Or shall we just go to sleep?"