#bcastful

[rosesxandxthorns]

based on (x) @bcastful​

She missed her bakery. Maybe it was odd that being in Witness Protection didn’t make her as unhappy as not being in the place that she had built from the ground up. Daphne had worked hard on that place and she put everything she had into it only to never be able to go back. Honestly how was that fair? It wasn’t like she was the criminal all she’d done was walk in on her boyfriend doing something terrible. The kind of thing she still had nightmares about, but the real problem was remembering what her new name was. It was almost impossibly to remember that she wasn’t Daphne anymore and when she was in the house with her fake husband she wanted to be herself. Running a hand over her face she leaned forward against the kitchen counter. “Why do they keep coming over? I can’t stand when people just show up to try and make small talk.”

[hopelesswxnderers]

@bcastful liked for a starter

Erin’s lower lip wobbled as she sat directly opposite her ex. They’d tried to stay friends just because it was easier and because Erin’s daughter adored the other, but it was getting more and more difficult by the day. She just wanted them back and her heart wouldn’t stop beating for them. “I-” the blonde began, trying to say at least something about her feelings. “Being friends with you is way more difficult than I ever expected it to be. And I don’t want to be that person who ends our amazing friendship but I don’t think I can get over you. Not whilst you’re still around.

[felixculpxx]

starter for @bcastful

Wilson had been watching for a little while now. Perhaps watching wasn’t the right word. He’d overheard the conversation between the woman, and the man she very clearly didn’t know. It all felt very weird. This man obviously wasn’t picking up on the signals that the woman was giving off. It eventually became too much. While Wilson may not know the woman, they very well couldn’t listen to her be bugged for much longer. “Hey there,” Wilson grinned, walking over confidently from his own chair. He rested an arm lightly around the woman’s shoulder as he greeted her. “How’re you doing? -- Is this guy bothering you?” They turned to the stranger. “Sorry, hi. Yeah. I’m Wilson.”

[mcngolove]

@bcastful​ asked: 72! / Test Drive - Joji

“What do you want, babe?” Jacob pouts, crossing his arms at Raff. “I don’t like it when you taunt me like this.”

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll make you a lyric starter from the song the # corresponds to on my spotify wrapped playlist! (accepting)

[mcngolove]

@bcastful --- continued from here (x) because of the blog move!

“As much as I appreciate the hidden compliment, if they truly loved me and my baking, they would respect the fact that the bakery is closed and I need to rest.” Jacob chuckles, taking another bite of the turon, smiling in pride as Raff takes some of the egg tarts. “Yeah, I wouldn’t be lying if I said I’ve been craving these. You may be stealing potential customers from us, but damn do you have really good food. I’m just glad Jasmine isn’t here, or else I’d think you’d be stealing my own sister away from the bakery.” Jacob smiles at Raff, his cheeks turning red as he’s completely charmed by the baker. Once he got over the initial hostility from the rival bakery, he’s found himself enjoying Raff’s company, to the point that he has weird fuzzy feelings in his stomach every time he looks at him. So now, they’re in this weird place between friendship and flirting, and Jacob doesn’t mind it too much. “Hmm, you’re gonna have to do more than give me your best turon if you want to seduce a really good pastry chef like me.” He leans against the counter, closer to Raff, flashing him a flirty smile as he takes another bite of the turon.

[iustusetpeccator]

‘i’m going to be straight with you, alright?’ ( birch @ ara )

“Oh no, please; I don’t trust straight people,” Ara joked, trying to mask her nerves with laughter. But it didn’t matter what she said; she knew they had to talk sooner or later. It had been a few weeks now since Birch had moved in with her, agreeing to pay a modest rent in exchange for a bright, spacious room in the house, and gradually the two had grown close—closer than Arabella had been to anyone in a long time, really.

But there had always been a tension in the air, too; not necessarily between them so much as between their secrets. And it was clear both women had plenty of those. Arabella would disappear on long walks every other day or so, checking in on Harry under the guise of needing some air; and for her part, Birch… Well, she existed. That in itself was odd enough.

Everything about her was uncanny, from the way she moved to the soft glow she seemed to emit when she was happy. Muggles most people didn’t seem to notice, but Ara did. And it should’ve bothered her, she knew, but… it didn’t. More than anything she was curious, although something told her the answer would threaten the very balance the two women had struck over the past few weeks.

Would she have to reveal her secret, too?

“Seriously, though, let me at least put the kettle on,” she added, her expression more sober now that she knew there was no running away from it. “Then you can tell me whatever it is that’s been plaguing you since we met.” With that, she moved across the kitchen to boil some water for tea, savouring what was possibly the last few moments of normalcy between the two of them.