𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙇 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢
𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓬𝔂 . . .
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𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙇 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢
𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓬𝔂 . . .
♔ home. ♔ ask. ♔ rules. ♔ muses.
⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖞 & 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖙.
open to anyone that could have gotten her pregnant!
“i’m so sorry for popping in on you like this. anyway meet logan. he’s yours. i know this is last minute but can you watch him until about eight or eight-thirty?” the words were rushed out the moment the door was opened. bennett hadn’t seen them in at least two years, hadn’t really wanted to the way they had broken it off. and when she was pregnant, her best friend had told her to tell them and she said she would then said she did and they didn’t want anything to do with the child just because she was too afraid to tell them. didn’t want them feeling like she was trying to keep them together. not when her work always came before them. there was no saving that. “please.” she added as an afterthought.
HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN NOT TO ANSWER THE DOOR — never, in the history of ever, has it been a good idea to open the door to a random knock. he's always hoping that it'll be a misinformed pizza delivery and that he can reap the benefits of someone else's typo. weirdly enough, it never is. " wha - i? mine? what do you mean he's mine? " nicky stammers at the familiar face belonging to someone who isn't so familiar to him anymore. it'd been years since they last saw each other, and she shows up to his door with this cute, curly-haired bomb that would've better been explained in a drunk text? " can we - can we back up for a second? he - it's not... this baby isn't mine. we haven't seen each other in forever. why would he be mine? are you trying to trap me into babysitting? is this babysitting entrapment? "
⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊 & 𝖟𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖆.
𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 on the table with an err of caution, dark eyes flickering between the artwork & the woman across from her. how did she know which card it would be before bothering to flip it over ? nobi isn’t too familiar with the psychic’s work, but minnie seems far too confident in her interpretation for it to be a fluke. ❝ sure, i’ve got some dead weight i could stand to lose, but that’s easier said than done. ❞ her most recent ex is the first to come to mind & no doubt the person minnie is referencing. they’re separated, but still sharing an apartment until her ex can find other living arrangements. the problem is that she doesn’t seem to be looking. ❝ i can’t just kick someone out on their ass. i’d never be able to sleep at night. ❞
THERE'S ALWAYS A PAUSE — that subtle hesitation that makes minnie's breath catch in her throat. she's aligned herself dangerously by choosing a profession that could so easily be debunked by the right person paying attention. she's been alive long enough to know people either covet or despise the abilities she was born with — both have proven to be equally hazardous. minnie furrows her brow at the woman stationed across from her, flitting through the images in her mind in the hopes of getting her point across as stealthily and unassuming as possible. how do you tell another person that someone they've dedicated time and energy and love to is holding you back? " let's move on to the next card... five of swords. " a brief expression of pain crosses minnie's features as her vision reveals more. " this card means that you're overexerting yourself for the benefit of others. you need to focus more on yourself and what makes you happy. " take the hint. take the hint. take the hint. " it's okay to be selfish sometimes, you know. "
⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖞 & 𝖒𝖆𝖝𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑.
He couldn’t help but watch as the other gathered their clothes, his gaze focused on their body. What a shame he didn’t remember the night before. Perhaps if he was lucky, there could be a repeat of it that he did remember. “Funnily enough, I don’t normally ask people to stay,” he commented, fumbling for his own clothes, which he found under the bed somehow. Tugging on his t-shirt and a pair of boxers, his eyebrows shot up at the words spoken next. “Lucky for you, I’m an excellent cook,” he grinned, winking at her. “Then maybe we can try to remember what happened last night.”
FIGGY'S ALWAYS HAD A NATURAL ALLURE TO THEM — something raw and innate that they've had no conscious part in. for that reason, they've never had any difficulties fitting in or finding friends. quite the opposite, actually. it's much more difficult than they'd like to fade into the background. " guess i'm just special, " their voice is light and airy as they sweep up their clothes from the floor, forgoing the bra and sticking to just their tight-fitting t-shirt, shorts and underwear. they take a moment to watch as the unnammed man dresses himself, admiring his physique — they definitely could have done worse. " magic, memory-restoring breakfast. i'm down. " with a dreamy smirk painted across their lips, figgy brings themselves to the doorway, waiting on him to lead. " you can call me figgy, by the way. "
⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖞 & 𝖗𝖊𝖉.
although bars never seemed to be her scene, the femme enjoyed just watching the other patrons frequenting to escape the drone of their daily lives, for a first date, or to pick up a random stranger for the night. smiling as the bartender acknowledged her, his charming aura caused a soft flush to her cheeks as he seemingly began flirting with her. “oh, thanks!” she wasn’t used to the attention, normally ordering something before headed off to a more quiet area to observe other, now becoming a participant in her game. “now do you normally hand off drinks to any girl that comes up to the bar or am i a special occasion?” red knew she backed the other into a corner, either he would have to admit he does this to everyone and she wasn’t a special case or he would come up with some witty comeback on how this was the first time he ever did this which would most likely be a lie.
NICKY'S EYES FOLLOW THE SOFT RED BLUSH of the woman's cheeks, an alluring smile painting his lips. his favorite thing about being a bartender — aside from the constant flow of free alcohol — is by and far the women he meets. in any given night of the work week, he's able to ' make conversation ' with beautiful strangers that he never has to see again. could there be any scenario more perfect? this particular stranger has him quirking a brow at her, enticed by the question. most people he meet just take it as a sign of goodwill — or for the blatant flirting it is. " alright, i'll let you in on a little secret, " nicky leans in closer to the woman across the bar counter, eyes shining. " i'm a sucker for a pretty redhead. " the statement is punctuated by a conspiratorial wink, that dastardly smirk never leaving his lips. " so — what brings you into a shit hole like this? "
plot where there was an apocalypse and i believed i was the only survivor. ( scientist, bunker conspiracy person, warrior/soldier, regular person, etc.? ) ive been living on earth by myself for ten years now, ransacking old stores, growing my own food, doing whatever i want, passing time. one day, i run into you and suddenly i’m questioning everything. you thought you were the only one, too? what now?
⌈ ♔ ⌉ @blushdrunks
" YOU KNEW WHAT THIS WAS FROM THE BEGINNING, " his venomous tone is only partially concealed by a thick shroud of nonchalance. paris is very good at acting casual when the world is falling to pieces around him — or, more accurately, when someone else's world is. his eyes flicker towards the grief-stricken figure opposite him and he tries momentarily to feel some kind of remorse. he doesn't. " what did i tell you when we first met? i'm not the type of guy you want to get into a personal relationship with. now it's my fault that you didn't listen? " paris sneers. it'd been a decent enough few months, but he'd become bored with them. tired of doing the same things with the same person. this is what's best for both of them — and, most importantly, it's best for him. " you know what kind of person i am. "
⌈ ♔ ⌉ @blushdrunks
" ME? A THIEF? " finch feigns offense at the suggestion, one hand resting clutching at his chest dramatically. he's just been caught in the act — a routine pick-pocket, the type of mischief he gets into quite regularly. every now and then, he allows his technique to become sloppy; whether for the confrontation or out of pure boredom, even he isn't sure. " pretty wild accusation to make, especially towards someone with their hand in your pocket. " all the unsuspecting stranger receives is a taunting wink before he's wagging the wad of cash in their face. he pockets it without a thought, looking back at the unfamiliar face and shrugging. " you can leave now; i got what i was after. "
⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘 & 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖆.
she is surprised by the way tails talks and she inhales sharply. the hand on her shoulder grounds her and she leans into his touch for a few moments. “we have guys that act like bouncers, but they aren’t really bouncers. like i said, the guy’s been escorted out every night, but the owner of the club and his goons still let him come back.” malena sighs and she runs her fingers through her curls once more. “why? were you thinking of taking the job?” she asked, playfully. “or did you have someone else in mind?” she added and fixed her jean shorts a little. “you should come tonight. maybe beat up a couple of guys for me.” malena knew full well that it wasn’t tails’ way, but if it would get a smile out of both of them, she’d tease. “did i tell you my parents stopped talking to me because of this job? my mum hates it. my dad just takes her side almost always. i did get a text for my birthday last month. progress,” she murmured and rolled her eyes. “there’s just…a lot of assholes in the world. even the people that were supposed to protect you and keep you safe.”
TAILS INHALES DEEPLY, trying to quiet the unfamiliar feeling of a raging inferno within him. his interactions with humans have been largely positive; even the most mentally unsound souls he's worked with have shown him kindness and compassion. malena's recounted experience jostles him in more ways than one. it's a reminder of all of the evil humankind faces, a bright, neon-pink sign that his work on earth is far from over. part of him is happy for that — especially if it means he'll get to spend more time with malena. " well, i don't know... maybe? my work schedule is pretty standard, nine-to-five type stuff. i'm free most nights... " tails trails off, deep in thought. money has never been an issue for him; his profession has allowed him a comfortable living in addition to helping him serve his purpose. he's never thought about getting a second job, but if becoming a bouncer of all things keeps malena away from the people he's trying to change, he'll do it. " oh, you know me. just one look in their direction and they'll run away screaming, " he can barely manage to finish the sentence without dissolving into a fit of giggles. he could most definitely take any standard human down with brute strength, but tails finds it cruel and unnecessary to do so; he has trouble justifying stomping on spiders in his apartment, there's no way he'd be able to harm a human. " oh, mal... i didn't know. that's shitty. one mystery of the world i don't think i'll ever solve is why some of the best people are surrounded by some of the worst. " tails offers his friend a sad smile, taking her hand in his gently. " you know what? maybe i will come out tonight. y'know, just to show you that not everyone sucks at keeping you safe. "
⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖔 & 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖑𝖑.
“that would be the dream, wouldn’t it?” she laughed. “especially winning the lottery. i could certainly use a few million dollars.” she looked around her booth and hummed, pointing things out. “i’ve got apples, peaches, figs, blackberries and cranberries. i’ve got some peppers and tomatoes. there’s potatoes and cucumbers. i literally have a little bit of everything. apart from the strawberries, i’m in love with the honeycrisp apples. they’re a little pricier, but it’s worth it when you get about five or so.” her smile widened. “i’ll give you a deal, though. since you’re here all of the time, you can have a few on me.” she gave him a little wink before she started bagging them up. she grabbed another strawberry and smiled when someone took a little basket of them and handed over money. “oh! and i have some pies i baked yesterday. one or two of them are still a little warm because i was up early and finished them.” she felt like she was on cloud nine when she talked about baking or just making food in general. especially when camilo came around. she just wouldn’t say that out loud.
" YOU AND ME BOTH, " camilo chuckles, tearing his gaze from the woman in front of him and instead focusing on the vibrant fruits and vegetables laid out before him. he's noticing for the first time that she also sells flowers — would it be weird if he bought some and gave them to her? there are certainly other areas of the farmers market that would have flowers, but none of them would be good enough. fitting that only her own flowers would be the only ones worthy of being held in kendall's hands. he thinks he's actually going to do it but then suddenly loses his nerve. don't be a creep, camilo. she's just doing her job. why would she want her own flowers, anyway? she's got unlimited access to them. moron. " that — that's really kind of you, thanks, " he flashes a grin at her, almost rethinking his earlier internal scolding. " i think i'm up for a little splurging today. how about a basket of strawberries, five of the honey crisps, three potatoes, a cucumber, a basket of blackberries — i remember those being delicious — and... a bouquet. that one, with the sunflowers. " camilo points to the bundle of flowers he's had his eye on, beads of sweat beginning drip from his forehead, saturating his eyebrows in a salty deluge. why had he done that? he can't give her those flowers. what is he going to do with them? worst of all, what if she thinks he's buying them for someone else? " and one of those pies, of course. can't say no to a good pie! "
⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖞 & 𝖒𝖆𝖝𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑.
He jumped slightly at the sound of the voice. Curious, he turned to glance at the person lying in bed beside him, arching a brow at them. “What a shame, it seems like we had a lot of fun,” he mused, glancing around the room and their clothing that scattered the floor. “Feel like sticking around for a bit?”
A WHISPER OF A SMILE spreads across figgy's lips as they survey the room, finding their t-shirt draped haphazardly across the radiator and their underwear in a crumpled pile in the opposite corner. pieces of their night together are plastered all around, but figgy's memory remained one big fuzzy blank. " sure. wouldn't be the first time a one night stand — or whatever happened here — asked me to stay. " they tease, poking their tongue out at the, admittedly, handsome face staring back at them. " i don't know about you, but i'm feeling like breakfast. eggs, bacon, potatoes... i could cum again just thinking about it. " figgy winks at the stranger beside them, always flirting.
⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖐 & 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖞.
miray couldn’t stop the smile from pulling at her lips when malik speaks. she stuck her tongue out at him in a teasing manner, following his own gesture. her hands were full of bags and her eyebrows rose the moment he insists on helping her give them out. “oh, really? you must have been really popular for that,” she murmured and gave a little chuckle. they made it into the elevator and miray leaned against the wall with a quiet sigh. “like i said before…i mostly work in trauma, but i love coming up here. i had to bring one or two kids up here from trauma and i kind of made a connection with some of them and their parents.” her gaze flickered from him down to the bags. “i’ve lost a few of them, too…” she said quietly and bit down on her lower lip as her eyes stung. “it never gets any easier.” miray shook her head and her voice cracked a little. when the elevator stopped, she took a deep breath to compose herself and walked out into the hallway. there were a few shouts of happiness and miray beamed when a couple of the kids came running to her. “hey!” she called out and wrapped her arms around them as much as she could, carrying the bags.
MALIK KNOWS WHAT HE HAS TO DO; he understands why he's here now — and it's, unfortunately, not to hang out with a super cute girl. what he thought would be a fun, non-work related outing is actually a mission. he can save these kids, he knows he can. all he has to do is make contact with as many of them as he can. still, he can't help but get lost in her smile, admiring every single laugh-line on her face despite the horribly traumatic profession she's in. malik is in this line of work for one reason only — he has life-saving abilities. if he wasn't able to heal in the way he is, he might have chosen something a little more dull. maybe he would have taken up golfing. " it was all apart of my evil third-grade plan. step one: goodies, step two: now everyone's forced to be friends with me. " he teases, staying in step with his fellow doctor as they enter the elevator. it's just like the one at his hospital. steel gray, big enough to fit multiple gurneys, polished clean by the dilligent night staff, and completely lifeless. the contradiction isn't lost on him. " that must be terrible, " malik can definitely empathize, but quickly reminds himself that he isn't a doctor right now. for once, he's just some guy ( some guy on a secret mission to save some sick kids, but still ). " at least they get to spend that time with someone who really cares about them. " he offers miray an intense look full of understanding and reassurance, hoping the message comes across clear. before long, the pair have arrived onto the pediatric floor. the comforting sounds of children's laughter and small feet padding against the lineolum excitedly waft in through the opening elevator doors, placing an instant smile on malik's lips. this is the part of his job he's always loved — the joy. he watches in amusement as a swarm of kids came barreling into miray, at least three sets of tiny hands grabbing for her. she's well-liked around here, that much has been made clear to malik within the short time he's accompanied her. he's always thought children's opinions are the most honest and important, and he can feel his heart swell with admiration at the sight. she's great at her job — he can't think of a much higher compliment than that. " hey there! i'm malik — and i've also got some goodie bags. " he announces once the horde has pulled away from miray and set their inquisitive eyes on him. to punctuate his sentence, he stealthily grabs one of the bags from miray's grip, holding it out for one of them to take. he makes sure that their hands brush in the exchange, focusing so hard he nearly feels like passing out afterwards. it's minimal contact, but it'll work. the sleepy looking, wide-eyed boy before him should start feeling the positive effects within just hours. " what's your name, little dude? "
while i’m working on drafts, like this for a starter based off of your wishlist :-)
SOOOOOOO gimme a plot based off Jackie and Hyde from That 70′s Show. In the same friend group but the bubbly, perky, popular goody-two-shoes girl has a major crush on grumpy, surly, criminal social outcast stoner guy who can’t stand her. She’s totally persistent, isn’t used to not getting what she wants so she lowkey doesn’t even fathom the idea that he won’t eventually fall for her. And he is constantly telling her that he definitely won’t, but then one day at a party some other guy she’s with talks about banging her and calls her something awful behind her back and grumpy stoner boy just knocks him on his ass bc how dare he talk about her like that PLEASE AND THANK YOU
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸) !!
finch has the unique ability to switch between the mortal and divine worlds, making him a dangerous adversary and a powerful ally. much like his father, he has a tendency towards DECEPTION and can be quite cunning. he's partial towards TRICKERY, his mischevious nature frequently getting him into trouble - while his charming attitude usually gets him out. finch finds a good deal of his fun in conning those around him; he'll TAKE anything. clothes, money, food - even things that mean nothing to him - it's all apart of the game. throughout the entirety of his life, his father and siblings are the only people he's allowed to KNOW him completely. others see a false sense of self he projects onto them for his benefit. internally, finch isn't quite sure who he is himself, but that won't stop him from consistently highlighting his WORST characteristics.
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asa spent his entire adolencence CHASING his father's approval. when his grandma informed him of his true identity, he knew where he really belonged was up on olympus with hermes himself. he'd always been an OUTCAST; the weird kid with behavioral issues that everyone else would avoid. he was constantly getting into TROUBLE, prone to MISCHIEF and entertained by what he'd consider harmless pranks. now, he had something to blame it on - he was his FATHER'S CHILD. years of waiting and yearning brought him no closer to his rightful place in olympus, and asa slowly became RESENTFUL. of his abilities, his lineage, his habits and behaviors that always brought him more MISFORTUNE than happiness. he grew bitter and RECLUSIVE into his adult years, turning his back on the only family he'd ever known and giving in to his DELINQUENT tendencies. after years of honing his skills, he's made a name for himself as an accomplished THIEF, pulling off numerous heists and leaving authorities across the nation stumped. though cunning and creative, asa is IMMATURE and reckless. thankfully, his squad of common criminals has no problem cleaning up after him, even going so far as taking the BLAME for asa, absolving him of any consequences.
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⌈ ♔ ⌉ 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗
" THREE OF WANDS, " the words fall from minnie's mouth moments before she flips the card over, images branded into her brain the second her fingertips touched the flimsy material. she wishes she could be honest, that she was able to straight-forwardly tell a client ' your husband's cheating on you ' or ' that breast exam you've been putting off? you should really get that done. ' instead, minnie has to digest the pictures she's seeing in her head and regurgitate them in a way that isn't telling too much or too little. no one can know to what extent she understands each person that walks through the door, but she has to make what she can do count at the same time. " what's holding you back? there's something that's stopping you from getting what you want. maybe it's something internal? or, maybe... someone else? " she stares at the person sitting in front of her, silently praying that they'll take the bait. come on, you know who the problem is. you already know. just say it.
Give me a dark couple. Two ex-killers who have gone domestic and can’t seem to adjust properly, despite it being what they both agreed on.