#(closed starter.)

[grapefruitey]

open to all ; fwb stuff but any angst would be great

“I’m not jealous!” Sila glared at them. “We agreed to no strings attached. Ashton Kutcher style. It’s a free world.” But the tequila in her system was louder than the shy voice requesting decency. “If you want to try that out, go right ahead. I’m sure they’ll keep you entertained.”

[santiagodeleons]

santiago 📲 delilah.

Santiago: Hey.

[sunshinesfm]

* ∙ ✰ ◞  ( closed starter )

for: natalia reed, @golddvstfm.

muse: cameron bennett.

location: sunset villa beach, palmview pride.

cameron was going to meet some friends here that he had agreed to hangout with. as he was standing in his spot he had said he'd wait for his friends in.. he saw a familiar face. it stopped him completely. the hair, the face, he knew her. someone he had once spent a lot of time with had suddenly ended up fading away so suddenly. he didn't even know what to say - at a loss for words when seeing natalia not too far from a distance from him. there wasn't even much he could say, wanting to move, but soon enough ? the only words he had been able to say out loud was her name. " natalia ? " he'd ask, almost as if he had to be certain if it was really her. and not something he was imagining.

[buddywellls]

buddy 📲 edie.

Buddy: Guess what.

[salvadorcavendish]

closed for: @eddieferguson

where: sal's place

"Don't step on that!" Sal warns as Eddie steps dangerously close to the lego structure that had been built in the hallway leading into his living room. To the untrained eye, it was an indiscernible design. To the Gus-raising-eye, it was his four year old's magnum opus.

"Do you want a drink? Do I need one for this unexpected visit?"

[ziggykyeons]

ziggy 📱 paxton.

ziggy:

[bloominflor]

"don't." comes out of jack's mouth through gritted teeth, his fingers pressing against the bridge of his nose like an anchor. coffee drips from his white shirt onto the ground where the rest of it's contents have found itself, splattered like a caffeinated crime scene. it's one of those things that are doomed to happen to him every few years. rushed steps and a tired mind is a dangerous combination, proven by his bump into a shoulder which led to disaster. he could cry, really. after a night-shift he feels like he deserves to cry. "i should've watched where i was going, it's fine- we're fine." he says to them, removing his glasses to remove the one small drop that had found its way there. god above, he was going to developer ulcers from this somehow.

[fivepointe]

closed starter: @fracturedlcve, wilder.

location: the diner.

“ this is the third time i’ve seen you this week. you comin’ to see me or is the pot pie really that good? ” poking fun at the other as she tilts her head slight, grin on her lips while gesturing towards the menu, “ what’s it goin’ to be today? ”