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[creaturec0mfort]

shreya howe & wilson holder for ciderpointhq

shreya- about wilson- about

[creaturec0mfort]

for @k1tschs at penny park, midday

laying  on  a  blanket  in  the  park,  shreya  tosses  her  notebook  aside  and  props  herself  up  on  her  elbows  to  look  at  vada,  "divorce  is  chic,  right?"  it's  something  she's  been  thinking  about  since  her  return  to  town,  now  as  a  young,  beautiful  divorced  woman.  and  vada  seems  like  the  right  person  to  talk  to  about  this.  despite  shreya's  flee  from  the  town,  her  bond  with  vada  has  fallen  right  back  into  place  seamlessly,  “i  mean,  it  doesn't  make  me  less  hot  or  anything.  maybe  it  makes  me  sexier  kinda.”  not  that  she's  looking  to  date  anyone  right  now,  but  when  she  does,  she  needs  to  know  how  to  highlight  her  strengths. 

[harder2lie]

WITH:  @creaturec0mfort + wilson holder. WHERE:  shirley's  diner,  after  wil's  shift.

“i  need  you  to  be  honest  with  me,”  is  how  it  starts,  and  him  not  evening  greeting  is  slowly  becoming  a  habit  for  rory  —  his  dads  will  be  cringing  at  the  lack  of  manners  here.  “if  y'could  make  your  own  thing  for  –  the  restaurant  –  ”  obviously,  rory,  “what  would  it  be?  you  look  like  you'd  mak'a  mean  smashburger.”  which,  yum.  “last  time  i  tried  to  cook  something  that  wasn't  in  the  microwave,  i  think'i  burned  water  on  the  stove.” 

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wil  looks  up  as  rory  speaks,  not  surprised  or  bothered  by  his  abrupt  segue  into  conversation.  he  listens,  humming,  "well,  glad  i  look  like  a  smashburger  pro.  that's  very  important  in  this  biz,"  he  considers  the  question  for  a  split  second  before  replying,  "but  i'd  go  for  a  pot  pie.  it  would  fit  the  diner  vibe,  but  it's  also  hearty  and  homey,  y'know?"  he's  sure  logistically  it  would  be  far  too  much  work  in  the  kitchen  there.  but  maybe  it's  worth  a  suggestion  in  the  future.  at  the  mention  of  burning  water,  he  snorts,  “oh,  c'mon,  i'm  sure  you  do  a  little  better  than  that!”  he  boxes  up  some  leftover  fries,  grinning,  “i  could  always  give  you  some  cooking  lessons,  if  ya  wanted.  or…  i  could  just  always  keep  your  fridge  stocked  with  diner  food  –  family  and  friends  discount,  of  course.” 

[dailyb99gifs]

[tiidepools]

the  way  shreya’s  concerns  seemed  to  land  solely  on  his  presence  in  cider  point  brought  him  back  down  to  earth,  feeling  the  familiar  sidewalk  beneath  his  shoes  and  the  sea  air  in  his  sinuses.  yes,  that  was  why  he  had  come  here  all  those  months  ago,  wasn’t  it?  for  her.  but  she  hadn’t  been  here,  she’d  left  -  again.   ❛  i  came  here  for  you,  to  look  for  you,  ❜   but  nico  doesn’t  dare  let  the  sentence  linger,  lest  it  be  misunderstood,   ❛  but  i  stayed  because  you  weren’t  here.  ❜

[creaturec0mfort]

his  words  took  the  breath  from  her  lungs,  a  familiar  ache  settling  in  the  middle  of  her  chest.  yes,  she  had  been  the  one  who  left,  but  that  wasn't  something  she  had  expected  to  face  anytime  soon,  and  certainly  not  standing  in  the  rain  outside  the  store.  shreya  shifted  uncomfortably  on  her  feet,  at  a  very  rare  loss  for  words.  "i...  nico,  this  is  the  last  thing  i  expected  today..."  or  maybe  ever.  she  shook  her  head,  swallowing  hard  –  her  tongue  felt  like  sandpaper,  “where  are  you  staying?  what  part  of  town?”  she  wasn't  sure  why  that  is  what  seems  important  to  know.  maybe  for  avoidance  purposes,  maybe  so  she  can  picture  the  life  he's  started  to  build  here  in  her  absence. 

[rainbowxsouls]

"Yes, thank you! I've seen so many cool videos of other people doing it and I have a few days off and I like crafting." Tabby agreed, thrilled that someone seemed to get it, instead of immediately questioning them. Like their parents, ugh. "My ultimate vision would be to do a rainbow gradient, but I don't know if I have the skillset for that. And I do like the color of my car, so I chose these purpley ones. I don't think I'll bedazzle the handles or anything, just because that might be dangerous. Plus the curve of it all my be too pronounced to make the gems lay smooth."

[creaturec0mfort]

“A  rainbow  gradient  would  really  hit  during  pride,”  Shreya  hummed,  “but,  trust,  it  would  slay  throughout  the  year  too.  Just  saying…  missed  opportunity.”  She  studied  the  rhinestones  for  a  moment,  “But  you're  probably  right.  It  would  be  soooo  much  work.  Hours  and  hours.”  Probably  too  long  to  be  worth  it.  Shreya  ran  her  fingers  over  the  already  stuck  rhinestones,  “Are  you  using  glue?  Or  holding  onto  the  hope  that  the  adhesive  on  the  back  is  strong  enough?”  Here  she  was  acting  like  an  engineer  or  something  –  as  if  she  knew  a  single  thing  about  cars  or  glue. 

[avoidantgh0st]

[yourcinluv]

wilson .☘︎ ݁˖ ⋆.˚ shirley's diner / @creaturec0mfort

“i need you to draw something on this receipt.” she's already shoving a pen into his free hand, already flapping the receipt in front of his face. summer is already halfway over, and winnie's trying to save as much as possible. “rich couple on four. i'm tying to milk 'em.” 

[creaturec0mfort]

wilson  doesn't  hesitate  to  take  the  pen  and  paper  before  he  even  knows  what  his  assignment  is,  eyebrows  shooting  up  in  interest,  “somethin'  cute  or  should  i  go  silly?”  he  hunches  over  the  counter  slightly,  looking  up  at  winnie,  “does  the  husband  give  golfer  vibes?  i  think  i  got  an  idea.”  he  tells  her,  starting  to  draw  a  tiny  body  on  the  receipt. 

[ilovethismood]

"Cheese on one and sausage on the other." She said eyed the drinks he bought. "Ooh wine, perfect!" She turned as the timer went off for the oven. Dakota cheered slightly as the pizza came out great if not a little oval shaped. "Ok not going to lie, I fully expected to see a cheesy mess coming out of the oven."

[creaturec0mfort]

“Incredible  topping  choice.  You're  a  genius.”  He  grinned  as  he  started  to  pour  them  both  a  little  bit  of  wine.  He  took  a  sip,  licking  his  lips,  “A  little  drier  than  I  like,  but  it'll  do.”  He  set  the  bottle  down,  turning  his  attention  to  the  not  so  messy  food,  “Okay!  I  was  afraid  I  was  gonna  have  to  call  in  an  order  to  Shirley's,  this  is  definitely  edible.”  He  told  her  with  a  laugh,  “You're  gonna  put  me  outta  a  job  if  you  keep  this  up.” 

[fucxingcuties]

[tiidepools]

closed   starter     for     shreya   howe!   @creaturec0mfort

skin  tightens  across  his  chest  and  the  chime  from  the  harvey's  market  door  rings  in  his  ears.  perhaps  it  was  cliche  to  say  time  stood  still,  but  he  was  certain  he  could  spot  each  individual  water  droplet  of  the  newly  arriving  rain,  as  if  suspended  in  the  air  between  them  like  glimmering  jewels.  she  looked  no  different  and  entirely  unknown  all  at  once,  a  sight  so  disorientating  that  the  carton  of  eggs  slipped  from  between  his  fingers  and  hit  the  floor  with  a  sickening  crack.  only  then  did  he  feel  partially  pulled  from  his  stupor,  enough  to  allow  a  messy   ❛  what  the  fuck?  ❜   to  tumble  from  his  lips.  she  had  been  approaching  him  –  or,  more  accurately,  where  he  was  stood  –  and  there  was  little  time  for  either  of  them  to  divert.  not  that  he  would  want  to…  though  shrey  likely  thought  different,  he  was  sure. 

outside harvey's market     /     any time

[creaturec0mfort]

shreya  wasn't  sure  if  she  was  hallucinating  at  first.  because  this  simply  could  not  be  real.  but  it  was.  and  he  was.  and  now  they  were  face-to-face  for  the  first  time  in  too  long.  the  breaking  of  the  eggs,  the  fall  of  the  rain  –  none  of  it  could  have  broken  her  gaze  as  she  stilled,  staring  straight  at  her  ex-husband.  “what  the  fuck  me?!  what  the  fuck  you!  you're  here!  why?!”  she  tightened  her  hold  on  the  twelve-pack  of  diet  coke  under  her  arm,  swallowing  hard.  she  stumbled  forward  a  step  as  if  to  get  a  better  look  at  him,  “oh  my  god…  oh  my  god!”  she  suddenly  wished  she  had  gone  to  the damn  market  in  an  outfit  nicer  than  pilling  bike  shorts  and  an  old  band  t-shirt  she'd  had  since  high  school  –  not  that  nico  hadn't  seen  her  in  worse,  but  still,  she  felt  unprepared  and  underdressed.  “this…  you're  in  cider  point..."  restating  the  obvious,  but  it  seemed  her  brain  was  incapable  of  forming  any  other  thought. 

[fcreverlasting]

starter: shreya ( @creaturec0mfort ) location: penny park, penny lane

maybe cleo had been stupid to trust shreya. their stories almost mirror each other, only difference being she and heath weren't quite married yet — and she had been the one left behind at their highest. she had barely survived the fall, but an empty room and another familiar face in a new town had been what she needed at the time. now, after watching her leave twice, it feels bittersweet seeing her around again. "thought it'd be a nice day to write, but I can't get anything on paper." she hums, tapping her pen against her surprisingly quickly half-filled notebook. she never did find her old one.

[creaturec0mfort]

settling  beside  cleo,  shreya  nods,  “yeah,  i  haven't  written  anything  worth  a  damn  in  months.”  and  could  that  be  because  she  left  behind  people  she  loved  without  thinking  about  the  consequences?  she's  not  going  to  even  consider  that  right  now.  her  own  notebook  sits  almost  empty  in  her  bag  beside  a  few  gum  wrappers  and  forgotten  lip  glosses.  she  clicks  her  tongue,  eyes  meeting  cleo's,  “it's  good  to  see  you,  you  know?”  she  doesn't  say  what  she  probably  should  say,  which  is  sorry,  but  she  doesn't  know  how  to  navigate  the  confusing  situation  they're  in  now,  “i'm  back  for  real  this  time.”  but  even  shreya  knows  it  may  be  an  empty  promise. 

[satinarchive]

⋆˚☆˖° status: open!! (@ciderstarters) °˖☆˚⋆

⋆˚☆˖° location: electric rhythm!! °˖☆˚⋆

 

there was something oddly comforting about places that still encouraged people to slow down. electric rhythm hadn't changed much since alessia was a teenager spending summers in cider point, ducking inside to escape the afternoon heat while her mother wandered neighboring shops. the walls were still lined with records she'd once pretended to know everything about, the turntable behind the counter still filling the room with music that somehow made silence feel less empty. she traced absentminded fingers along a row of worn vinyl sleeves before pulling one free, tilting it toward the light. whether she actually intended to buy it was another question entirely, she had always been better at collecting moments than possessions. a familiar melody drifted through the speakers, earning the faintest smile as she glanced toward the employee. "you know," she mused, turning the record over in her hands, "every town has one place that somehow survives every trend, every renovation, every attempt to modernize it." her gaze wandered around the shop before settling on whoever happened to be nearby. “i think this is ours.” she paused for a beat, studying the album in her hands. "now tell me..." she held it up with an amused tilt of her head. "am i about to discover a masterpiece i've somehow overlooked, or are we all just romantically attached to vinyl because it makes us feel more interesting than we actually are?"

[creaturec0mfort]

inspiration.  that  was  the  reason  shreya  had  told  herself  she  was  going  to  sift  through  vinyls.  she'd  hit  a  wall  recently  when  it  came  to  writing,  she  needed  to  do  something  about  it.  the  other  reason,  one  she  wouldn't  admit,  is  that  the  unchanging  nature  brought  her  comfort.  it  was  one  place  in  town  that,  as  alessia  had  said,  wasn't  modernized.  it  reminded  her  of  being  a  teenage,  getting  her  record  player  from  her  brother  for  her  sixteenth  birthday.  it  brought  a  sense  of  comfort,  of  home.  it  was  a  relief  in  a  life  that  was  ever-changing.  she  hummed,  “well,  i  am  actually  interesting,  my  vinyl  selection  provides  the  proof  of  that  not  the  fact  that  i  like  vinyl,"  she  insisted,  glancing  over  at  what  alessia  had  in  her  hands,  “but  as  far  as  an  overlooked  masterpiece  goes…  do  you  have  a  high  bar  for  'masterpiece?'”  she  did.  part  of  her  writer's  block  problem.  “you  might  be  setting  yourself  up  for  disappointment  if  you're  looking  for  a  masterpiece." 

[tiidepools]

closed   starter     for     wilson   holder! @creaturec0mfort

she's  somehow  made  her  way  back  into  the  forbidden  space  of  the  kitchen,  having  sweet-talked  a  path  into  it  via  party  gossip  and  promises  of  stolen  redbulls  from  grand  royale  –  hitches  herself  up  onto  a  nearby  counter,  legs  kicking  absent-mindedly  as  she  addressed  wil  with  a  grin.   ❛  and  where  were  you  last  night?  ❜   she  queries,  of  course  referring  to  one  of  their  many  barely-planned  nights  out.   ❛  i  had  to  entertain  myself,  and  you  know  that  never  ends  well.  ❜

shirley's diner kitchen     /     any time

[creaturec0mfort]

wil  glances  over  from  where  he's  refilling  ketchup  bottles,  a  crooked  grin  on  his  face  as  he  deadpans,  “so  great  to  see  you  too,  tommy,  always  a  pleasure.”  then  he  shrugs,  waving  it  off  as  nothing,  “i  just  had  to  go  by  my  dad's  place  to  help  out  with  somethin',  took  longer  than  expected.  sorry,  shoulda  texted  you."  he  sets  the  final  filled  bottle  on  a  tray  and  leans  against  the  counter,  “how'd  ya  entertain  yourself?  something  illegal?  horrible  movie  on  netflix?  summoning  an  ancient  entity  with  dark  magic?”  he  jokes. 

[sersh]

GERALDINE VISWANATHAN Thunderbolts* London Premiere, April 22nd 2025

[rainbowxsouls]

Open Starter: @ciderstarters

Location: Penny Park

"Hey, could you please pass that plastic box over? Don't kick it, just hand it to me. It has rhinestones in it." Tabby said, stomach down on the pavement. They had parked their car in a shady spot near no other cars to start their project. Hopefully the forecast was right and it wouldn't rain this week. They had been bedazzling their car for at least a day now and while they didn't want to do the whole sedan, doing the wheels and window outlines had taken more time than they thought. "Do you think I should just bite the bullet and bedazzle the whole thing?"

[creaturec0mfort]

Shreya  grabbed  the  box,  walking  over  to  Tabby  and  crouching  beside  them  as  she  handed  over  the  rhinestone  box,  “I  mean,  if  it  was  my  car,  I'd  do  full  rhinestone,  but  that's  just  me.”  She  grinned,  looking  at  the  already  completed  work,  “What's  your  vision?  What  do  you  see  for  the  car?  Let  the  car  speak  to  you.”  Shreya  didn't  own  a  car.  Not  yet,  anyway.  But  she  had  a  bookmark  on  a  set  of  those  car  headlight  eyelashes  for  when  she  did  make  the  purchase.  She  thought  it'd  be  a  pretty  good  bit. 

[ilovethismood]

Location: Dakota's Apartment Status: Closed for Wilson (@creaturec0mfort)

Dakota smiled as she opened the door for Wilson. "Hey just in time. The pizza is almost done." She smiled as she headed back toward the kitchen to check on the food in the oven. Dakota had started up reality TV Sundays about a year ago after discovering a love for Hell's Kitchen. Honestly that show had everything, drama for her and cooking for Wilson. " You'll be proud. I actually tried my hand out at stuffed crust today." Dakota wasn't the best in the kitchen but she did make a really good pizza thanks to her one dad being obsessed with his pizza oven for an entire summer.

[creaturec0mfort]

“What  toppings  did  ya  go  with?”  Wil  asked  as  he  slipped  inside,  toeing  off  his  shoes  and  shrugging  his  tote  bag  off  of  his  shoulders,  “I  brought  drinks.”  And  by  drinks,  he  meant  incredibly  cheap,  twist-off  cap  wine.  The  best  kind.  “Stuffed  crust?  Damn!  And  did  it  turn  out  or…  if  there  about  to  be  cheese  everywhere?”  He  teased  as  he  slipped  into  the  kitchen  to  find  some  glasses  for  the  wine,  “I'm  interested  to  see  what  you've  got  cookin',  Top  Chef.”