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[summerobrts]

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malboraslihan​:

@summerrobrts​​​ liked for a wishlist starter | based on this plot.

she stays silent the entire drive back to her place, not giving as much as a nod when they ask her if she’s okay, refusing to even look at them as she ponders on the night they had. sure, she had no real reason to be jealous, they weren’t really dating and she wasn’t really their girlfriend so why would she even bother with that? but still, there was no way to shake the sour taste that sits on the tip of her tongue. “if you’re gonna go around and flirt with every girl you meet then why are we bothering with this?” is spit suddenly, as soon as the car came to a stop. she makes sure to keep her eyes in her hands, just in case, not at all prepared for whatever will come as an answer.

leon   had   fucked   up   ,   that   much   he   knew   when   clara   didn't   even   dignify   to   answer   his   question   the   minute   they   got   into   his   car   so   through   the   whole   ride   to   her   place   he   counted   all   his   steps   throughout   the   night   to   have   made   her   give   him   the   cold   shoulder   .   he   didn’t   expect   that   ,   however   .   "   there's   a   difference   between   being   nice   and   flirty,   clara   .   i   was   being   nice   ,   "   he   scoffs   the   lie   with   a   roll   of   eyes   .   yeah   ,   he   had   flirted   with   some   ...   many   girls   ,   but   if   anything   it   was   clara's   fault   he   did   so   .   leon   saw   how   she   was   looking   at   the   guy   who   just   wouldn't   leave   her   side   ,   and   if   he   was   being   honest   ,   he   wished   she   would   look   at   him   like   that   .   "   and   you   are   one   to   talk   since   you   were   oh   -   so   entertained   by   the   buff   guy's   workout   routine   ,   huh   ??   "

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mythvlogie​:

based

“you can stay for as long as you want. i just – i really can’t believe they did that shit to you.” ( @summerrobrts​ )

"   you   are   a   heaven-sent   ,   maxie   .   i   truly   have   no   idea   what   i   would   do   if   you   weren't   so   kind   ,   "   and   she   meant   it.   in   the   six   months   that   she   and   ricky   started   to   share   their   flat   ,   her   ex   had   alienated   her   from   all   her   closest   friends   and   virginia   just   let   him   because   she   wanted   that   relationship   to   work   so   bad   .   calling   max   was   done   out   of   despair   ,   not   even   knowing   he   would   pick   up   after   how   she   abruptly   cut   him   off   .   "   i   am   so   fucking   stupid   !!   "   she   blurts   out   before   plopping   on   the   couch   ,   "   if   gordon   ramsey   showed   up   at   your   doorstep   to   call   me   an   idiot   sandwich,   i   would   let   him   .   i   am   the   idiot   sandwich   .   the   most   idiot   !!   "   grabs   a   pillow   and   starts   hitting   on   her   face   as   frustration   grew   more   in   her   veins   the   more   she   thought   about   it   .   letting   out   a   sigh   ,   she   looks   at   max   ,   "   are   you   truly,   utterly   ,   completely   fine   with   me   being   here   ?!   i   don't   want   to   be   a   bother   to   you   .   "

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cherryflavcr​:

“ i’m not . ” tone shifts to be a little more defensive , shaking his head in disbelief . “ i don’t think either one of us is the bad guy here, rosamaria. ”  he doesn’t want to escalate things beyond repair — especially with children in the same room — but he’s exhausted and it’s clear that she’s agitated , too. “ if i had tons of spare time to give , you’d have it . do you really think i enjoy being not being around you for an entire week ? i just can’t sit around moping and moaning about it … it would only make things worse for both of us . ” admittedly , benji is torn . part of him doesn’t mind the neediness from her — in fact , it’s endearing to be wanted like this . the other part is frustrated that she expects him to spend every hour he gets to himself with her . “ i dunno what you want me to do . i’m basically working three jobs right now between the college, tutoring and my dad’s business . i barely have time to sit down and properly eat dinner these days and i’d probably be grading papers or sleeping if i moved my schedule around a little … and i don’t think you want that. ” did she ?

her   gaze   fall   to   her   hands   and   she   fidgets   the   ring   on   her   index   finger   as   she   hears   him   speak   .   “   i   know,   i   know   and   you   are   right   .   it   just   …   “      sucks   that   i   will   never   be   a   priority   to   you   ,   it’s   what   she   bites   her   tongue   to   stop   from   coming   out   .   admittedly,   benji   had   many   more   obligations   than   rosamaria   and   if   anything   she   admired   him   for   being   so   responsible   ;   but   where   did   that   leave   her   ?   where   did   that   leave   them   ?   “   sometimes   it   seems   i   am   more   of   a   nuisance   in   your   life   than   anything   .   “   brown   doe   eyes   looks   at   him   again,   searching   for   any   sympathy   or   at   least   a   level   of   understanding   on   his   features   ,   “   i   feel   like   i’m   being   one   right   now   just   by   having   this   conversation   with   you   and   trust   me,   i’m   dreading   myself   for   even   bringing   it   up   and   how   fucking   needy   i   sound   ,   “   her   eyes   go   wide   as   she   averts   her   attention   to   her   niece   and   sighing   in   relief   once   noted   that   the   young   girl   was   so   entertained   by   the   cartoon   on   the   tv   she   didn’t   bat   an   eye   over   the   bad   word   her   aunt   uttered   .   “   can   we   just   meet   each   other   halfway   ?   “   she   asks   ,   placing   her   hand   gently   over   his,   “   lulu   is   staying   in   for   the   night   and   i   am   making   dinner   …   if   you   are   willing   to   move   your   schedule   a   little   bit,   you   could   stay   and   have   a   proper   meal   and   i   could   help   you   grading   the   papers   once   she   dozes   off.   “

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lomamumu​:

                   a discrete sigh hid any will to laugh at giovanni’s foolish stunt. guns were common in mauve’s life, whether to defend herself or keep out people from the past. it was good to find someone that didn’t fear those. ❝ such a killer joke, almost got me for a second ❞ mauve didn’t help herself, sarcasm, at last, met her peculiar humor. ❝ the weather is bad, i just didn’t thought you’d come ❞ eyes strayed to the gloomy sky. it could rain at any second. ❝ stay at the spare room here ❞ mauve put plainly, hands on mooonshine’s mane. ❝ the house is too big. if you help me around that pays for the place ❞ giovanni wasn’t the kind that made mauve uncomfortable. that was enough for someone that grew up around a much worst kind. ❝ better than a shitty motel. what do you say? ❞

"   if   it   was   such   a   killer   joke   ,   shouldn't   you   be   dead   laughing   ?   "   his   wordplay   is   not   as   strong   as   mauve's,   but   enough   to   make   a   chuckle   almost   roll   out   .   there   weren't   many   people   --   truthfully,   he   could   count   on   one   hand   --   who   were   able   to   see   a   relaxed   side   of   him   and   mauve   was   one   of   them   .   "   i   say   you   are   getting   soft   on   me   ,   fabron   ,   "   he   teases,   soon   adding,   "   but   ,   since   you   are   so   kindly   offering   ;   it   would   be   incredibly   rude   of   me   to   refuse   it.   "   giovanni   was   always   on   the   lookout   ,   always   waiting   to   meet   his   father's   lackeys   on   every   corner   he   turned   to   ;   it   would   be   nice   ,   if   for   at   least   for   a   night   ,   have   a   decent   night   of   sleep   .   "   need   help   taking   the   horses   back   to   the   barn   ?   "

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cherryflavcr​:

open to : anyone ! connection ideas include best friends , unrequited crushes , exes or current partners . 

plot : benji is a teacher’s assistant at university and has been spending an awful lot of time tutoring a specific student, leaving your muse a bit suspicious of his intentions. 

muse : benjamin ‘ benji ’ ross , 23 - 25 , bisexual , he/him . has a genius - level iq but struggles to read social cues at times . expected to inherit his father’s business in the future but truthfully wants nothing to do with it ( hence why he’s concerned about saving money ). a hedonistic streak when he feels trapped but does value loyalty . 

       “ why do i get the feeling that you don’t believe me ? ” pencil drums against the stack of papers in front of him , head bowing when he tears his gaze away from the other . benji was aware of how shifty the situation appeared on the surface but the lack of trust still stung nonetheless . “ if you don’t want me to tutor her anymore , that’s fine but you have to be the one to tell her … ” shoulders shrug, feigning nonchalance . “ — and you have to find another person for me to tutor since i need the money . ” there’s more he’d like to say but bottom lip is pulled between his teeth to resist the urge to say what’s on his mind . 

“   and   why   do   i   get   the   feeling   you   are   trying   to   make   me   out   as   the   bad   guy   here   ??   “   her   patience   running   thin   with   the   male   sat   in   front   of   her   and   how   dismissive   he   was   being   about   her   voicing   her   concerns   .   his   little   shrug   almost   drives   her   to   the   edge   ,   taking   a   deep   breath   to   keep   her   composure   as   she   does   while   babysitting   .   “   all   i   am   saying   is   that   i   want   a   little   more   of   your   time,   benji.   it   has   been   a   week   since   we   last   saw   each   other   and   it’s   like   you   don’t   even   care   !!   “   rosamaria   knew   how   she   sounded   …   needy,   annoying,   desperate,   jealous   ;   and   she   hated   it   .   “   is   that   too   much   to   ask   ??   for   you   to   care   ??   “

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lavndrlights​:

˚ * 　open to ; f .

“ right . well , whenever you get bored of your boyfriend again feel free to give me a call. and i know you will… ”

"   what   makes   you   think   i   will   ??   "   maybe   it   was   because   of   the   countless   times   she   had,   though   selma   would   deny   it   .   "   if   your   ego   wasn't   so   inflated,   maybe   you   would   realize   i   am   bored   of   you   instead   .   "

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OPEN TO: f/nb CONNECTION IDEAS: best friend, current partner, fwb, friends with underlying feelings, unrequited crushes, anything really <3 MUSE INFO: sebastian oswin. second born of the oswin family and pub owner. rehabilitated fuck boy, so he says, but falls back to his old ways whenever someone gets too close to figuring him all out and loving him.  

"   the   fucking   idiots   stole   the   last   bottle   of   my   eighteen-year-old   whisky   to   take   to   a   summer   camp,   "   a   grunt   followed   by   an   eye   roll,   a   usual   sight   to   whoever   took   the   time   of   their   day   to   hear   sebastian   complain   about   his   younger   siblings.   "   and   i   can't   even   kick   their   asses   because   they   are   already   gone,   "   he   shook   his   head   and   looked   back   to   the   inventory   while   his   knuckles   drum   on   the   wooden   counter,   disbelief   still   etched   on   his   features   as   he   releases   a   sigh.   "   fuck,   wait,   you   said   you   wanted   to   tell   me   something   and   i   am   here   being   a   narcissistic   asshole,   "   a   soft   and   apologetic   smile   now   on   his   lips,   closing   the   folder   he   was   intensely   checking   to   finally   pay   attention   to   them,   leaning   over   the   counter,   "   what's   up   ?!   "

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lomamumu​:

     open starter: anyone!       muse: mauve, 26, she / they, bisexual. entangled with a criminal organization; aspiring astronomer; caretaker of her niece      plot: she lives on the outskirts of the city in a camp house inherited from their mom (that was a big dr*g dealer. muse tends to pass by there to either buy something; help mauve with errands, or just have some fun.

                  time wouldn’t reach mauve in that gloomy afternoon. five horses wandering through a lively green, all part of the state she inherited years ago. chores were as straining as taking care of a teenage girl, yet all worries and bad memories got lost in those instants. mauve’s hand ran through moonshine’s mane, a clashing image with the rifle hanging on their shoulder. she was safe yet haunted. no surprise a mere crack of wood had mauve turning with the rifle in hand. ❝ it wouldn’t hurt to announce yourself, you know? ❞ lowering the weapon she exhaled. ❝ thought you wouldn’t even come with all those clouds. the weather looks bad. ❞

his   hands   raised   in   mock   mercy   once   the   rifle   was   cocked   in   his   direction   ,   failing   to   sketch   any   sort   of   fear   on   his   features   as   from   a   young   age   he   had   found   himself   on   the   opposite   side   of   the   trigger   .   "   i   know,   but   it   wouldn't   be   as   fun   ,   "   words   laced   with   an   uncharacteristic   jocular   tone   while   taking   a   spot   next   to   mauve   ,   observing   moonshine   as   he   replied,   "      i   promised   to   help   ,   didn't   i   ??   at   least   my   word   has   to   mean   something   to   you,   "   eyes   wanders   back   to   mauve   with   a   shrug   ,   "   besides,   anything   is   better   than   to   stay   at   that   shithole   they   dare   to   call   a   motel.   "