#starter; colton

[niaxbailey]

@coltonatwater Location: Briar Ridge Rec Center. "My chariot!" Nia exclaimed in relief, one of the last people to filter out of the building into the crisp night air. "Thank fucking God," on instinct, she shot a look over her shoulder to make sure no one else was lingering behind to see her graceless exit. She'd eagerly scurried towards the passenger's side door, "You are honestly my hero." Nia offered Colton a warm smile, her voice a tired affectionate rasp. The canvas bag that'd hung from her shoulder was tossed gingerly onto the floorboards. "One second." She ducked backward to stand straight, hastily tugging off the top layer of her blouse. "Okay, that'll do." Nia flopped into the passenger's seat with a heavy sigh. "I know I claim I'm a people person, but oof." The now redundant fabric was tucked into her bag and she moved to buckle herself in. She took a second to gather her wits and turned her head to shift her focus fully to her ride. "Hi." The ghost of a chuckle colored her tone, "Thank you. Again. For agreeing to come get me. I'm not sure if my current level of exhausted chaos entity should be unleashed on an unsuspecting Uber driver."

[screamiingsiilence]

open to: females

connection: neighbor's wife/girlfriend, girlfriend's daughter, daughter's best friend etc

do not like my starters

work had kept him out later than intended. the damn client just happened to change their mind once again. colton felt exhausted but he wasn't quite ready to head inside. instead he found himself deciding to have a smoke. he was planted in the driveway and taking a few slow drags off it. all he was thinking about was how he was starving and how the day had been shit. until some movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. he found himself wheeling to the left only to realize that she was standing directly in front of the window. she seemed to be giving him a little bit of a show and his head tilted when he caught her gaze. only to motion with his hand for her to keep going," shit sweetheart."

[cryptidsdad]

"I dunno what you're talking about. I don't have any kids -- You're thinking of someone else." / sc. ; @coltkiss

[adoredycu]

status   :   open   starter   !

“   and   why   won’t   you   tell   me   what   happened   ?   you   afraid   ?   ”

[perikocak]

location: luther’s rare and well done

status: closed for @coltonatwater

“I haven’t been by the rec center in years, so I have no idea what they have going on, but according to google there’s this place called Coastal Climbing not too far from here.” 

It’d taken one conversation - one conversation after Mari reintroduced them and an off handed comment on Colt’s end - for her newest hyperfixation to take form. How had she traveled all over the world, watched the sun rise in one country and set in another, but had never gone rock climbing even once?

Peri twisted her mass of hair around the butter knife pulled from her rolled napkin, using it to secure the curls in a floppy bun, then slid her phone over. 

“It’s a small drive—” roughly an hour, and in the same town her mom now resided— “but it looks pretty decent.” Not that she knew what a top notch facility would even look like, of course. “I figure I should probably get some practice if we’re gonna take on Big Rock, right?”

[misaligncd]

open to: females

connection: son's girlfriend, (step) daughter, co worker's daughter. just give age gap thingsss.

please do not like my starters

colton had been confused when she had called him. she had said something about an emergency. he had left the office earlier than he usually would. he had possibly broken a few traffic laws but he had gotten there. only to find her on the bed, her legs spread apart. she looked utterly desperate. his hand shot up his face at the words she uttered," you're telling me that he's never made you cum?" his voice was low, a near growl," you want-are you sure you want me to show you?" he wished that he could have just turned and walked away but he was staying put," are you sure, sweetheart?" he actually took a few steps towards the bed and one of his hands shot up to drag along the inside of her leg," gotta tell me if you are sure."

[svftlove]

heart raced within the confines of her chest as honeyed hues stay focused on him. the years melted away, leaving only the weight of their shared history. “i had to find you,” she murmured, nervous fingers playing nervously with the sleeves of her sweater. “ you left without a word, and i - i couldn’t just pretend you didn’t exist.”

" you weren't supposed to look for me. the whole point in going ghost is to not be found. " doesn't mean for it to sound harsh, but his newest business venture depends heavily on the opposition not knowing who he is, and so his past coming to find him only draws attention.

[cordelianewman]

Open Starter ( 6/6 )

With the school year right around the corner, Cordelia was in overdrive mode. Getting the house ready for another teenager, getting Colton ready for school, Rosalyn ready for pre-school, it was all a bit crazy, and somehow she had forgotten getting her own stuff for her own classes that would be starting. Not to mention she did want to pick up a few things for Shawn to make him feel at home and welcome him to the family for the next year of his life while he was finishing up his junior year for the football team. So, with the boys settling things in at the house, she took Rosalyn with her to do a few errands. Her daughter was very much being little miss independent attempting to break free of her hand, "No, Ros." she said, as her little fingers tried to wiggle free, a whine coming from her that she wasn't amused in the slightest. When they got closer to the other side she somehow did slip from her fingers and bolted, "Rosalyn Willow!" Cordelia shouted, the little girl not paying attention, her foot hitting the curb sending her flying and skidding across the ground. "Dammit." she cursed, and she saw it, the little girl rolling and tumbling against the sidewalk, falling flat onto the ground, the immediate way she turned over, eyes filling with water, lip puckering, seeing tiny spots of blood forming on her knees and hands. "Okay, it's okay." Cordelia said calmly before she broke out into tears, dropping her bag, it tipping over and a few things tumbling out, rolling away. "Shit, I'm sorry can you grab that?" she pointed to someone walking by. "It's okay, Ros, I'm going to check you in one second." Trying to shove her wallet back into her back. @merrock

[leylayilmz]

WHO — closed starter for @coltonatwater WHERE — the local county hospital WHEN — a few days after the hurricane

TW: heart attack, hospital

Leyla stepped out of her father’s recovery room, her heart still pounding from the intensity of the past few hours. She was a walking mess of emotions. Knowing that it had come so close.. she couldn't even fathom what might've been. Her tired eyes scanned the hallway until they landed on Colt. Without thinking, she walked straight toward him, her emotions bubbling to the surface. “Hey, Atticus,” she called out, her voice trembling just a bit. Before she could second-guess herself, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. She was an absolute soaking mess from all the constant downpour post hurricane, but that was the last thing she was thinking about. “Thank you,” she whispered, the weight of her gratitude making her hold on just a second longer than usual. Colton had saved her dad’s life. That thought alone sent a fresh wave of emotion crashing over her, and she quickly blinked back the tears threatening to spill over.

[fadinglights]

deep  down,  jia  knows  this  cannot  last.  what  are  they  really  doing?  jia  has  never  been  one  to  maintain  close  relationships  with  her  exes;  she  prefers  to  cut  ties  when  it  feels  right  and  remove  them  from  her  life  entirely.  however,  with  colton,  it's  different.  there's  an  inexplicable  force  pulling  them  together,  making  it  impossible  for  her  to  quit  him  for  good.  every  time  he  returns  from  tour,  it  feels  as  though  they're  living  in  their  own  little  bubble,  detached  from  reality  and  all  the  reasons  why  their  relationship  cannot  work.  her  heart  aches  when  she  hears  his  words,  words  that  are  undeniably  sincere  and  fraught  with  affection,  yet  they  still  hurt.  his  wants  are  inconsequential  because  he's  eventually  going  to  have  to  leave  it  all  behind.  it's  simply  an  inescapable  part  of  his  life,  a  life  that  may  not  have  room  for  her  in  it.  her  fingers  gently  trail  along  his  chest,  eventually  coming  to  rest  just  above  his  beating  heart.  she  wishes  she  can  freeze  time  at  this  moment,  before  she  has  to  let  him  slip  away  yet  again.  "i  wish  you’d  never  told  me  that."  she  whispers,  uncertain  of  how  she  truly  feels.  do  his  words  make  her  happy  or  even  more  miserable  than  she  was  from  dreading  his  pending  goodbye?  "i  don't  think  i'll  ever  stop  loving  you,  either."  she  confesses  with  an  even  quieter  voice.  “what  are  we  doing,  colt?”  no  amount  of  denial  can  change  the  fact  that  this  can’t  last  forever.  / @daringsunflowers

@fadinglights roughly based off source link.

It didnt matter how big the band Cole played the drums for gotten. It didnt matter the countless men and women he had hooked up with while out on the road.. when he was back home none of it mattered. None of it mattered because of them. When he was home he always found himself in their bed, in their arms. There had been no where else he had wanted to be but with them.  They played this whole game of house when he was there, as if he wasn’t the drummer of famous band, as if he didn’t have to leave to go on the road in another week of two. All of it didnt seem real when he was with them. They were all that mattered. 

Colton let out a sigh as his fingers stroked through their hair as they laid on his chest. His phone had been blowing up all night but he just ignored it. “I dont want to go.” The male admitted in almost a whisper. “I dont want to leave you again…” he closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “i dont think i will ever stop loving you

[mcrcosantos]

starter for: @coltonatwaterlocation: paradise point resort

A fire scare was not what Paradise Point needed so shortly after pulling off such an exhausting feat as hosting the town's masquerade ball, but it was where they all were. Seated on the curb while they waited for the firefighters to clear the resort, Marco and the other kitchen staff at Alvaro's grumbled about the wrench this would throw in the rest of their shift. Finally, it was announced that it had been a false alarm. A guest's child had somehow managed to set one of the fire alarms off. Pushing himself to his feet, Marco was just about to head back into the resort when he spotted a somewhat familiar face in one of the firefighter's uniforms. Approaching the younger man as he began heading towards one of the fire trucks, Marco called after him, "Colton, right? I dunno if you remember me, but I'm Juan Santos' older brother, Marco." he paused once he had finally caught up with Colton. "You guys were friends, right?"

[colton-wade]

location: prickly perk closed starter with: @lottie-rcss

Colton stepped into the Prickly Perk, the rich aroma of coffee filling the air. Just what he needed to kickstart the day. But as he moved toward the counter, he spotted Lottie.

Great. Just what I wanted.

“Lottie.”

Awkward. Really awkward. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the weight of their shared past.

“Been a while, huh? Small town, small circles. You’d think we’d run into each other more often.”

Why in the hell did I say that? He felt the tension in the air, waiting for her to respond.

[sonoftheshield]

@brooklynbred requested a starter

The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of fists connecting with leather echoed through the gym, filling the empty space. Sweat dripped from Colton's brow, his muscles flexing with each strike as his knuckles battered the punching bag in rapid succession. His breathing was controlled but heavy, every punch landing with precision, a mix of power and technique honed over years of training.

He’d been at it for a while now, his frustration evident in the intensity of each hit. The bag swung back and forth as if it were a person, an opponent in the ring. Colton moved with it, slipping to the side and landing another quick series of jabs, following it up with a sharp uppercut. The bag jerked violently from the impact. “Gotta move faster,” he muttered to himself, eyes locked on the target as if he could somehow outpace his own thoughts.

He planted his feet and launched a vicious right hook, the sound reverberating in the empty gym. The bag recoiled, swinging away, and Colton shook his head. There was power, sure, but something wasn’t sitting right. He stepped back, rolling his shoulders and wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm. The punching bag was good for working off frustration, but he wasn’t just here to burn off steam—he needed precision, control, focus. And right now, the mindless brute force wasn’t cutting it. He needed to shift his approach.

Taking a breath, Colton steadied himself. His father had taught him the value of technique over pure strength—how finesse could often be more effective than power. Steve had mentioned that more times than Colton could count. And one of the things he’d learned in his own path was how effective Wing Chun could be, especially when it came to redirecting energy and staying fluid. “Alright, time to get back to basics,” he muttered with a smirk, stepping away from the bag.

Colton moved to an open space in the gym, where a wooden Wing Chun dummy stood waiting, its simple design a stark contrast to the violent chaos of the heavy bag. He stretched his hands, feeling the familiar ache in his joints from the earlier workout, and shifted his stance into the traditional forward-facing Wing Chun posture. With a deep breath, he let the energy of the earlier frustration fade, his movements becoming more deliberate, fluid.

His hands moved swiftly, tapping and gliding against the wooden arms of the dummy, focusing on chi sao—sticky hands—exercises. The rhythmic flow of his hands slipping, blocking, and striking became a meditative dance. This wasn’t about brute force anymore—it was about control, sensitivity, and precision. His fingers traced the arms of the dummy like a craftsman fine-tuning his work, and his body followed suit, light and nimble on his feet.

With each movement, Colton could feel the tension in his body ease. His breathing slowed, and his mind cleared as he embraced the simplicity and depth of the form. Unlike the heavy bag, where it was all about release, Wing Chun demanded focus, a heightened awareness of the space around him. He became the calm within the storm. Colton shifted his weight, throwing quick, controlled strikes at the dummy’s center, feeling the familiar connection between his movements and the energy of his body. His strikes weren’t meant to destroy but to dismantle, to neutralize an opponent’s force and use it against them.

“More like it,” he whispered to himself, his lips curving into a small smile as his hands moved with practiced fluidity. Each strike, block, and movement had a purpose, a flow. Where the punching bag was about hitting hard, Wing Chun was about efficiency, knowing exactly where to strike and when. The difference between knocking someone down and neutralizing them with minimal effort.

He kept moving, faster now, his hands a blur as he tapped, blocked, and parried invisible strikes in the air around the wooden dummy. The workout shifted from being a physical exertion to a mental one, his body aligning with his mind. The focus Wing Chun required forced him to be present in the moment, to forget about whatever had been bothering him before he started training.

The rapid-fire movements continued, his strikes becoming more precise, each one an echo of the technique and discipline ingrained in him. Colton knew this was the balance he sought—the balance between strength and strategy, between power and control.

Finally, after a particularly sharp flurry of movements, he paused, taking a step back. His chest rose and fell steadily, no longer the ragged breath from earlier. His hands dropped to his sides, and he nodded to himself, the calm satisfaction of the routine settling in.

The heavy bag had done its job of releasing the tension, but it was this—Wing Chun—that grounded him, refocused him. “Always gotta bring it back to the basics,” he said with a grin, rolling his shoulders one last time as he glanced at the dummy. He heard someone behind him and spun around to be face to face with the man who's genetics ran through his veins.

[grayson-hall]

Starter for @colton-wade

Where: Lost Horse Saloon

When: Present

“All I’m saying is don’t have kids. Ever. Mine got me living up to my name.” Gray told Colton. He was referring to the silver at his temples and threaded through his facial hair. It was a relatively quiet summer for his kids, but with the school year starting up, Gray was wary. The phone calls from the principal were likely to roll in on the first day; there was always one over the past seven years. Before his mood completely soured at the thought, he cast Colton a glance. Colton was quiet, usually Gray was, but with a beer in his hand this was the closest to content he usually got anymore. “So, what happened with that one couple? The one with all the snakes on their land?”

[misaligncd]

this is a starter call for the muses listed below. some are newer muses and others i just don't have many threads going for them. please respond in the comments to let me know which muse(s) you'd like a starter from!

everly gardner. 25-30. social media chef. bisexual. florence pugh fc.

colton marshall. 50-55. former arm's dealer. heterosexual. jeffrey dean morgan fc.

alessia calo. 25-30. cam girl. bisexual. ariana grande fc.

wyatt dearden. 25-30. rancher. heterosexual. mike faist fc.

alicia cardenas. 20-25. film student. bicurious. jenna ortega fc.

edmund lee. 25-30. store clerk. heterosexual. christopher briney fc.

willow tirell. 25-30. sugar baby. bisexual. madison beer fc.

abel grim. 30-35. mortician. heterosexual. bill skarsgard fc.

fawn rovery. 25-30. exotic dancer. bisexual. grace van patten fc.

julius bower. 25-30. horror author. heterosexual. ewan mitchell fc.

odette ivans. 25-30. journalist. heteroflexible. anya taylor joy fc.

atlas vizer. 30-25. professional dom. heterosexual. oliver stark fc.

mariano videla. 45-50. carpenter. heterosexual. pedro pascal fc.

alma serrano. 20-25. waitress. bicurious. rachel zegler fc.

[vicedmuses]

potential starters incoming ( mainly so i remember lmao )

clayton seducing one of his younger employees (potential freeuse)

gabriel or pedro as a priest, f.ucking a young sinner

colton as a pervy mechanic who found someone on the side of the road

william flirting w/ one of the neighbor dilfs / milfs

the lakewood twins both liking the same person (several problems as they're older and probably married), but they come to an interesting agreement/bet/deal