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Because of issues Iâm having with not appearing in tags anymore, Iâve started up a new blog. You can follow me at this account smokinglipsx
If we have a thread going, it will be continued on my new account.
I want like an awkward angsty plot where like muse a and muse b are in the same group of friends and used to date but muse a thought muse b wasnât taking their relationship seriously enough and they broke up. Now muse a has moved on and is bringing their new bf/gf round to all the friend events and muse b is starting to realise how fucking stupid they were. maybe it leads to like fights and angry make outs over what could have been. I dunno, yeah Iâm super bad at explaining tbh
muse a is back home for a visit with their family. upon arrival, they notice that their small town is deserted and there isnât a soul in sight. muse a finally comes across someone, muse b. muse b and muse a have known each other since childhood, but had never gotten along. muse b tells muse a about what is happening (zombies/aliens/government/whatever your heart desires) and they decide to stick together and try to survive until they find more help.
open starter - open to m/f
As soon as the sound of depressing country music made itâs way into his apartment, Jupiter knew something his wrong. His downstairs neighbor only played that genre of music when they were feeling down. After 4 years of living in the same building, Jupiter had formed a close knit relationship with the neighbor that lived right underneath his feet. They had bonded over movies, music, food, books, relationships and everything else life threw at them. They shared almost everything with each other. Almost everything. Jupiter had been keeping something from the other for as long as they had been friends. Unrequited love. Jupiter was crazy about his neighbor and they didnât have a clue. Jupiter was too scared to ruin the amazing bond they had built together. Heâd rather have the other as a friend than nothing at all. The tall male snatched a beer from his fridge and perched his cigarette between his lips. He stepped out his window and trotted down the creaky staircase leading to his neighborâs window. âHey you. Whatâs got you down? I hear sad country music and thatâs never been a good thing.â
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Tony wasnât a genius or anything, but he didnât have to think twice to know that he had no business having the business card of a female food critic/blogger. It was innocent of course, but his wife may not presume that. With how tightly wind she seemed to be these days, he didnât like to chance it. âOh okay. Pearl Gray. Now I understand.â He laughed, a rich velvety rumble rising from his belly as he listened to the brunette. Clearly, she was serious about this blender. âHm. I guess so.â He nodded in concession, figuring it wasnât polite to scoff at someone elseâs aspirations lest she take his playful criticism seriously. He smiled when she thanked him for the quotation; he really didnât think heâd said anything too profound. It seemed like she was about to head back to her seat further down the car, and he probably shouldâve let her, but he offered instead: âIâm full of âem.. if youâve got any other articles pending.â  @smxkinglipsâ
âAre you?â Rose questioned with a slight raise of her brow. She was ready to head back to her seat and leave Tony be. His offer felt like an invitation to stay a little longer before retreating back to her seat. So she did. Rose leaned back, propping her elbow against the back of the seat. âThe article Iâm working on right now is about late night bar food. I picked the most popular choices, like, wings, nachos, tacos, loaded fries and mozzarella sticks.â Rose grinned. âAny thoughts on the rest of them? Maybe some deep thoughts on which wing sauce truly compliments the chicken wing best?â @midnightsnackxâ
open to: m/nb | connection: stranger in a coffee shop | psa: yes i know this is the most cliché opener of all time.
The sun had started to set since heâd entered the coffeehouse almost three hours prior, and yet Darcy felt like heâd made no progress whatsoever. In celebration of the turn of the decade, he had been tasked with editing an article highlighting literature that had been produced in the last ten years â and in spite of the small stack of notebooks beside his open laptop and the half-dozen cups of coffee heâd gotten through in the last few hours, he still wasnât close to finishing. Darcy had never been much good at concentrating on his work whilst at home and so he was determined not to leave until he was at least halfway through the task at hand. Stifling a yawn, he got to his feet to make his way back to the counter for a refill. All he wanted was to be at home with a book or movie that didnât require a great deal of thought and perhaps a little company from his cat. He reached up to rub at his eyes as he thanked the barista and turned from the counter with a fresh cup in hand, blearily heading back to where heâd left his things out on a table close to the window. In his tired and seemingly almost braindead state, he hardly paid attention to what was in front of him before he collided with the innocent person who happened to have just entered the building. Scalding coffee spilled from the rim of the cup in his hand, splattering down the front of his clothes and directly onto the stranger and whatever they were carrying. Darcy winced as the burning hot liquid soaked quickly through his shirt. âShit, Iâm â Iâm so sorry,â he blurted out. âAre you okay?â
Felix slung his guitar case over his head, pulling the strap down across his chest. He tossed a wave at the Uber driver that dropped him off and turned his bright blue eyes to the coffehouse that he was scheduled to perform at. It was hard not to feel clichĂ© about having a gig at a coffeehouse. Felix wasnât a big fan of them to begin with. The overpriced coffee and sight of people glued to their screens only made the musician feel annoyed. Unfortunately, Felix had no room to be picky when bills needed to be paid. A paying gig was still a paying gig. His long fingers ruffled through his messy locks, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. With a small sigh, Felix marched himself towards the coffeehouse. He stepped inside and was quickly greeted with a body crashing into him and the fresh sting of hot coffee on his shirt. Felix seethed softly, quickly plucking his shirt away from his damp chest. He didnât see the point in yelling in the guyâs face and causing a scene. It was clear he felt bad about what happened. Felix shrugged his shoulders, flicking off some droplets of coffee that landed on his hand. âI donât know, man. I really liked this shirt,â he teased.
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              as if on cue, mason came wondering back to daniela. if he was in a better state, his protectiveness would have taken over and heâd have given the stranger a mouthful for talking to his sister, but all he could do was lean on the bar. she nodded, silently accepting the mans offer, âexcuse me a moment, please.â daniela grabbed her brothers hand, doing her best to lead the man out of the bar and into the first cab she could flag down that would actually take him in the state he was in. she felt a pang of guilt as the taxi drove off⊠she should be with him, making sure he got home safe, but it was done now. she made her way back to the bar, to the stranger, and took her seat at the bar back. âi shouldâve probably gone with him, iâm a bad sister.âÂ
Before he could get a solid answer from the attractive brunette, her sloshed up brother returned from the restroom. He nodded back at the girl and went back to checking on the rest of the patrons at the bar. He was pleasantly surprised to see the young woman return to the bar. Thierry trotted back over to the girl, smirking in success. For once in his life, his bluntness worked to his favor. He scoffed at her comment. âYou just sat here for the last hour and suffered through your brother drinking himself stupid. You are far from being a bad sister.â He nodded over his shoulder at the array of liquors the bar had to offer. âSo, whatâs your poison? And more importantly, whatâs your name?â