[gldnhour]

⌗　⌞ GLDNHOUR ⌝　:　semi-private indie rp blog penned by elle ( she/her, thirty ), occasionally non-mutual friendly. my activity ebbs and flows. nsfw / mature themes will be present on this blog. minors dni. please like/reblog from source when possible.

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[honeyfabled]

          he was being so gentle with her. always has been since they’ve met a few weeks ago. even while he teased her, the words have little to no heat behind them. though, her brows raise at his admission. “ they don’t ? —- i mean, at all ? no other girls ? ” she wasn’t typically the jealous type. far from it. so why did she feel some relief ? celeste lets out a nervous laugh, shaking her head to dismiss that feeling. instead, she chooses to lean into his touch. “ full permission ? what else do i have full permission to do when it comes to you, luka ? ” she presses her hand against his chest now. it slowly moves up his body so she can cup the side of his neck. “ well . . . lucky you, i did come here expecting to do more than just this. ”

[gldnhour]

               truth  can  be  a  tricky  concept,  or  to  clarify,  exactly  how  much  truth  one  should  reveal.  cards  on  the  table?  he  had  a  little  black  book  of  sorts,  stored  into  his  phone.  that  being  said,  he  hasn't  linked  up  with  anyone  aside  from  celeste  since  they  started  seeing  each  other.  luka  would  like  to  believe  it's  because  he  hasn't  had  the  time  to  multitask  in  that  way.  to  say  that  work's  keeping  him  occupied  — when  he's  a  surf  instructor  by  day  and  a  bartender  by  night — would be  an  empty  excuse  if  there  ever  was  one.  if  he's  willing  to  put  his  two  brain  cells  together  and  actually  think  on  it,  he'd  have  to  confront  the  inevitable  :  that  he  likes  celeste  far  more  than  he  should.  "  no  other  girls,  "  he  repeats,  deliberately  dragging  the  words  out,  hazel  orbs  fixed  on  hers  with  brooding  intensity.  christ,  does  he  love  the  way  his  name  sounds  when  it's  rolling  off  her  tongue.  "  right  now?  you've  caught  me  in  a  mood  where  i'll  likely  say  yes  to  just  about  anything  you  ask,  baby  girl.  "  both  brows  raise  in  her  direction,  a  conspiratorial  glint  in  his  eye,  as  if  to  dare  her  into  taking  the  bait  and  asking  whatever  her  heart  desires.  his  heart  rate  spikes  at  the  contact;  nothing's  happening  other  than  her  palm  making  contact  with  his  chest,  but  that  in  itself  is  enough  to  get  the  man  going.  head  angling  towards  her  hand,  he  peppers  a  few  kisses  against  her  fingertips.  he's  all  for  foreplay,  but  she's  testing  his  patience.  "  mhm,  and  what  does  'more'  entail  exactly?  give  me  the  play-by-play.  "

[honeyfabled]

          after years of being separated from one another, things finally were falling into place for them. people that he’s viewed as family saw how happy he was, thrilled to be able to meet the owner of his heart. “ oh ? care to share just how obvious i’ve been then ? it sounds like that’s something i should be working on then. ” he looks into the endless depths of her blue eyes, smile widening. it really was no secret what she meant to him, especially since he worked tirelessly with his team to clean up that nightmare her ex - fiancé left behind. “ we can order from that spot we love. and probably pick up some stuff from the store too ? drinks . . . wine ? maybe we can make something easy too while we’re waiting for them ? ” bennett presses a kiss to her forehead. “ they haven’t met you yet but they already like you. i promise. so don’t sweat this. ”

[gldnhour]

             it  doesn't  seem  all  that  long  ago  when  lila  was  sure  she  had  dug  herself  into  an  abyss  by  crushing  another's  heart  in  favor  of  following  her  own.  the  memory  of  bennett  professing  his  feelings  the  night  before  her  wedding  still  lives  as  vividly  as  ever  in  her  mind;  if  she  closes  her  eyes,  she  can  still  hear  the  sound  of  waves  lapping  around  them,  can  still  picture  his  beautiful  yet  pained  features  inches  away  from  hers,  can  still  feel  the  chemistry  radiating  between  them  just  as  it  is  now  —  persevering  to  a  fault.  "  don't  you  dare.  it's  something  of  a  green  flag,  y'know.  "  she  scrunches  her  nose  up  at  him,  smile  mirroring  his  in  width  and  brightness.  "  the  sushi  place?  good  thinking.  i'll  make  sure  the  wine  cooler's  stocked  when  they  come  over...  but  i'll  bet  anything  at  least  one  of  your  friends  will  bring  a  bottle.  "  humming  contentedly  as  he  kisses  the  spot  between  her  golden  bangs,  she  accepts  his  reassurance  without  the  doubt  that  tends  to  cloud  her  confidence.  "  i'll  take  your  word  for  it  if  you  take  mine  that  my  friends  like  you,  too.  "  those  that  proved  to  be  true  friends  in  the  end,  that  is,  and  they  were  the  ones  who  counted  most.

[vvisteriagrows]

"you sound like a little kid," blaire counters, "any attention is good attention, even the bad kind ?" eyebrows tilt upward, exasperation teetering on the edge of amusement. she toyed with the possibility of some psychoanalysis joke, armed with years of clinical experience and a knack for the difficult ones, but she hesitates between the fridge and the counter. he hasn't burnt the pancakes. quite the contrary — they look pretty enticing, but she only lets herself linger for a moment before turning attention back to her coffee. there was half an avocado and maybe some peanut butter in the pantry if she felt so inclined once he left for the day. besides, in the momentary pause for question, she's had technically offered, hadn't she ? not like she'd ask his preference and only make some for herself. she wasn't raised in a barn. she shakes the carton of oat milk and does the math. ( consider her willingness to share the little she has left a bid for sainthood. ) "are you one of those guys that's weird about non-dairy ? because your options are that, or straight espresso."

[gldnhour]

run-ins like this happen few and far between; if ryan didn't know any better, he'd guess his roommate had been actively avoiding him. yet the intuition that brews beneath her frosty exterior is palpable — he's a kid at heart, through and through. "isn't there no such thing as bad press?" he shoots back, grin slanting across broad features. if he hadn't cut ties with his family ( and the wealth attached ), one might almost call him a total cliché : the popular jock among his peers, combined with conventionally good looks and a sense of humor. the caveat being that he'd been expected to follow his father's footsteps, groomed all his life to take over the family's real estate empire, despite his clandestine desire to forge his own path. all this to explain how he's come to find himself flipping pancakes in a cramped apartment, though he's doing it with a slight flourish — likely a futile attempt at showing blaire he isn't a lost cause. not a complete one, anyhow. gaze flitting to the half-empty carton in her hand, he deadpans, "i kid you not - if you ever catch me caring about what kind of milk goes in my coffee, lobotomize me. 'cause i guarantee you that isn't me talking, but an alien who's invaded my body." a tad overdramatic for a response? maybe. he slides one perfectly round pancake onto a plate before stacking them one by one until they form a picturesque stack. one pat of butter and a swirl of maple syrup later, it looks straight out of an ina garten cookbook ( in his not-so-humble opinion ), and he can't help himself, waving the plate under her nose, letting the sweet aroma waft in the air. "sure you don't want a bite? there's enough for two."

[dcwnpourarchiveii]

a  plot  where  muse  a  uses  muse  b  to  make  their  ex  jealous  ,  but  muse  b  doesn’t  know  and  thinks  this  is  a  legit  relationship  .  then  obvi  muse  a  starts  to  actually  have  feelings  for  muse  b  ,  but  muse  b  realizes / finds  out  that  muse  a  was  just  using  them  and  ,  y’know   :   DRAMA  .

[gaylerankin]

INDE NAVARRETTE My Body Isn't Ready (2026) Sombr, Dir. Gus Black

[angelsdvsts]

perhaps, the two of them never really having proper relationships was what impacted them the most -- not realizing she could feel this deeply for another person after being on fight or flight mode in such a long time. "i could never hated you," head shakes, couldn't believe that he actually thought that of her when her heart felt everything, but hatred towards him. "i only reacted like that because i thought you didn't feel those things for me," every one of her insecurities attacking her left and right when he left. eyes slowly flickers over his features, trailing down towards his lips for a split second before meeting his gaze again. stuck in a trance as head nods ever so slightly, unconsciously closing the space between them. "i mean it. . . everything i said, there's no one else that crosses my mind other than you. no one else that could actually make me fall the way you have." except, her heart needed to know that he wasn't messing around, that he did truly love her like he says.

[gldnhour]

there's a cruel irony in seeing how much of their suffering had been born from silence. all these months, he thought that letting her go would be the kinder choice. the unanswered calls and getting blocked was clementine slipping away from him, proof she wanted a life that no longer had room for him. and all the while, she'd been hurting from the same misconceptions. he comes closer, forehead almost resting against hers, like closing that last inch can make up for the miles that have separated them. "every damn day, i've wished... prayed that i could go back and do things differently." his hand finds hers without thinking, fingers tangling together, a little unsteady, still afraid she'll vanish if he moves too quickly. "i'm not good at this, you know that. i don't know how to be good at this," the confession comes in a stumbled mess of syllables, vulnerability seeping through him, too used to hiding behind charm and deflection. "i've never loved anyone before you. never had to tell someone they mattered enough to scare the hell out of me." his gaze stays on her, refusing to leave clementine now that he's found the courage to reveal his truest feelings. "but i swear to you, i wasn't playing with your heart. i was trying so hard not to be the reason it broke. and i failed... i'm sorry." head hangs low in defeat, even as dark brown hues are threaded to hers.

[vvisteriagrows]

"because inside of that big brain of yours is a beautiful imagination," bea hummed, veil of ego opaque enough to smother whatever other emotions were fighting their way to the surface. relief ? the dude was a loser, of course she'd be relieved padma wasn't settling. whatever else could remain unexamined for a little longer. "are you okay ? i'll withhold my judgment if you're actually sad about this."

[gldnhour]

a natural instinct for self-deprecation leads the brunette to give a hasty shake of her head, gaze narrowing into a squint at bea. "it must not be that big of a brain, seeing as how he led me on for a good six months." eventually, padma had snapped out of it. it was similar to coming out of a trance, like she'd been brainwashed into the man's cult, but had left it at long last. "no, i'm more... ashamed than sad." a heavy sigh expels past her lips. "but anyway.. good fuckin' riddance, right?"

[purplemccns]

brown irises watched the other softly, understanding how much changing from a crowd of adoring fans to a silent hotel room could throw one off to put it easy. "i hate to suggest it, but have you ever thought of like..." she tilted her head slightly and let her focus drop from him now. "bringing someone back with you? like for company?" but even as she suggested this, she knew how dangerous it could be. "but i mean i'm happy stick around as long as you'll let me, though."

[gldnhour]

it's not everyone who gets to see this side of him, unreserved, honest - sometimes to a fault. but saige has a way of pulling truths out of him without needing to try. her soft demeanor and the gentle tone she uses when questioning him manages to bring silas' guard down, teeth gnawing at his inner cheek as he mulls her words over in his mind. "...like, a hookup?" he went through this phase before, back in his college years, when his peers had encouraged him to 'sow his oats'. but he's long past that stage, in search of deeper, more meaningful connections in life. his profession doesn't make it easy, many of his interactions superficial, and it's why he counts on saige's friendship, treasures it even. "it'd only be a band-aid, don't you think?" and he fears it would only leave him feeling lonelier, if anything. "thanks for being there for me, even when i'm being a scrooge." he musters a faint smile, genuinely grateful for her company.

[gldnhour]

closed starter for @angelsdvsts, loml

"tell me yet again about when we met and what you thought of me."

[gldnhour]

closed starter for @angelsdvsts, loml

"it's a small world when it only can revolve around us two."

[gldnhour]

closed starter for @farsgone

"i want you more than any stupid song could ever say."

[gldnhour]

closed starter for @nobcdysgirl

"you've seen me truly happy, so you know right now i'm not."

[jolenegifs]

JOE KEERY via TIKTOK

[peachfvzz]

"frankly, that makes little sense to me. if you wanted to skip our plans in favor of partying, i would've preferred you were honest about it."

[gldnhour]

embarrassment flushes at his collarbone, and he shakes his head, refuting, "it wasn't intentional. and i'm telling you now, aren't i?" if he had it his way, he would've turned down every plan in favor of seeing her, but life had a way of making obstacles happen when he least expected them.

[ivygrcws]

it was pathetic, how elias clawed for luka's attention - - how he reacted so petulantly when he wanted just a sliver of affection, just a sign that maybe ( just maybe ) he meant something to luka. elias hadn't spent a second since their breakup not thinking about luka. it made him feel guilty, stringing someone else along in a sorry attempt to fill the hole that luka had left in his heart. espresso hues meet those beautiful green eyes and he steps a little closer to luka ( the man who he loves ), "what's more desperate, me posting pictures in his clothes or you noticing?"

[gldnhour]

what he's doing is cruel, he knows this deep down. they're over — but are they? sometimes it doesn't feel like it, but maybe it's because even though they've broken up, they're still orbiting each other on a regular basis. the perils of dating someone you work with. doesn't want to admit that he still has elias' post notifications turned on, that he can't bring himself to turn them off ( even though he should ). heart thuds a little harder when elias nears, breathing stalling in his chest. "i'll do you one better. nothing's more desperate than you being with him and thinking about me. or are you going to lie and say that isn't true?"

[ivygrcws]

logan has no idea that kit's not joking around, does she? he's well-known for being the clown of the group - - never taken seriously. but he means it. he's been in love with logan for years and she still doesn't see him as more than her goofy friend. "you don't believe that people enjoy my presence? think that i'm charming?" he scoffs, feigning offense - - but the grin on his face ruins the facade.

[gldnhour]

contrary to his personality, she needs kit to keep her in check before she starts making bad decisions like taking home the first guy she sees. her last relationship had been a trainwreck, but she's sick of being alone. "you're the most charming, and you know it, too." she gently taps his nose with the tip of her index finger with an affectionate glint in her eye. "but seriously, i'm starting to think i'll die alone... maybe we should make a pact. you know, if we're both single by the time we're forty, we should just get married. what do you think?"