#gldnhour

[clearsnight]

*:･ﾟ 𑣲 closed starter for @gldnhour ! replied to this. introducing tiffany roberts.

         ❛ please don't shut me out. i know things aren't the same, but i just — i can't lose you. ❜

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @gldnhour )

morgan didn’t look her best, rushing to alec’s place after she got into a heated debate with her parents about her future. she was tired of school, tired of everyone asking everything of her. in gray joggers and one of alec’s oversized hoodies, she turned up at the other’s doorstep without an explanation in mind. now, as she slid into his lap, with her knees pressed against his hips, she felt herself relax. “it was long. i just want to forget about it for a little bit, if that’s okay? i want a distraction.”

[stayliquid]

closed starter for @gldnhour !!

"if something was wrong, i would tell you. you don't have to keep asking."

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

@gldnhour // the diner

"Ah. Perfect."

And it was, indeed. A buttercream blossom was one of the first things Emily learned how to do when she began to bake (and really bake, not just follow by-the-box directions) and she'd been proud of it ever since, jumping at any chance she could to pipe it on any dessert that Bambi let her. She'd just finished a batch of lemon and lavender cupcakes, something new for the upcoming spring menu, and tonight was her chance to show it off to the rest of the crew—see if it was good enough to sell at the restaurant someday. Taking extreme care, the blonde transferred each one onto a white cupcake stand, crafting a sort of dessert bouquet while the restaurant buzzed, sizzled, and dinged around her.

"Behind," came Beckett's voice from the direction he'd called out. Big red oven mitts covered his hands and a big smile was sprawled across his face as he headed toward the oven, Emily moving herself—and her delicately crafted cupcake stand—out of the man's way.

The smell of cornbread as Beckett opened the oven knocked the aroma of her lemon and lavender cupcakes out of the park. She smiled warmly, watching as he pulled a square pan out. "That taste as good as it smells?" she asked.

He glanced over at her, sending a wink. "Even better." He set the pan of cornbread on the counter beside the stove and opened up the big pot, the only one left. The thing about Beckett was that he was a bit of a turtle when it came to cooking; everything he made was low and slow. Well, at least, everything he cared about making. He opened the lid to check on his mom's recipe of chicken and sausage gumbo, which simmered to completion in the pot. The smell of paprika, garlic, andouille sausage, bay leaves... It filled the room and overpowered the cupcakes and everything else everyone was cooking in the best way. It was the main star of the night, after all. Bambi had entrusted him with this, and he needed to exceed expectations.

Beckett took the lid off the pot and turned off the heat. Like clockwork, Emily swerved behind him, pulling out enough bowls to feed everyone who'd be at the table. As she did that, Beckett cut up the cornbread into messy squares.

"Thanks, darlin'," he muttered to the blonde, who was like a sister to him at this point. In exchange for her quick work, he offered her a piece of cornbread. She took a bite.

"Holy crap."

"S'that good or what?" he asked, nervous.

"Beck, that's fantastic. Bambi's gonna freak."

Then, a pause before Emily added: "And so is Mickey."

A moment later, Lizzie emerged from the front of the house, somehow toting around a few liters of soda. She was clearly struggling, and Beckett came to her rescue, retrieving the drinks and setting them off to the side. "So fucking sorry," she spoke hurriedly, obviously flustered. "My fucking card wouldn't work at the fucking liquor store and I had to go to the goddamn ATM and—" Her words were stopped only by the feeling of Emily's hands on her shoulders.

"You're good. We're ready. Go get 'im."

Lizzie took a deep breath. Tonight was important. No, it was more than important, and everyone in the restaurant felt that, the gravity of that. She nodded, then turned to head to the back of the restaurant, making the same route she always did when it was the end of shift and she needed to toss the garbage.

She found him by the dumpster. In comparison to the sensory overload that was the diner, this side of the streets brought her ears respite. Even if there were rats and running gutters. Arms folded over her chest, feeling the breeze blow through her sweater, she approached him. There he was.

"Hey, Mickey," she said. "Family's up."

[xwildheart]

ever since you said out my name i haven't heard it sound the same ever since you stepped into the light i'd let you ruin the rest of my life...

@forelysiiium / @gldnhour /@wynterlanding /@xwhiskeymuses

[clearsnight]

*:･ﾟ 𑣲 closed starter for @gldnhour ! replied to this. introducing marshall willis.

         ❛ i tried to reach out. i did everything i could imagine to get you back, and look where it got me. ❜

[bittcrsuite]

closed starter for @gldnhour ♡

stevie was nervous. admittedly, she always got the jitters before events — the entire day was a nightmare for her. her favorite parts of the band were the moments when it was just her and the music. whether it was writing or playing in front of crowds, stevie lived for the rush of creating something special with her friends. their first album changed their lives. it officially put them on the map, giving them a fighting chance to make music their full time gig. it gave them room to breathe — to see that packing up their lives and following a slightly sketchy talent manager to california wasn’t the worst idea. stevie looked in her dressing room mirror one last time. they’d been in the venue for a little over an hour, each of them being rushed to their dressing room upon entry. the party was meant to be a surprise, one that stevie couldn’t exactly prepare for despite her and isaac’s debut as a couple tonight. goddamnit — it was now or never. she collected her things, turning on her heel as she strode out of her dressing room and knocked on isaac’s door. what she should be doing is spending her last free moments with josh. they had another long conversation that morning about his expectations with her and isaac’s relationship. minimum kissing, as little touching as possible. it was rule after rule. the longer the list became, the more stevie wanted to break them all with her best friend.

things were weird — only made weirder by the fact that she couldn’t decipher how she was feeling about isaac. they both woke up the next day and decided things were normal. she hadn’t had another moment with him since stevie stumbled her way out of his home the other night. she couldn’t tell if it was a one time feeling or if she’d feel the same want when they coupled up. after a beat of silence, she turned the knob, popping her head in with an easy grin on her face. at the sight of isaac in his fancy party attire, the want immediately resurfaced. all of stevie’s thoughts left her mind. all she could focus on was him. his dark eyes, his full lips. what was happening to her? “you look so handsome, is.” she blurted out, eyes skimming over his reflection in the mirror as she let the door close behind her. “i just wanted to see how you’re feeling… you know, about project steviaac launching tonight?” she tried to make it sound as playful as possible, as though pretending to be a couple was still no biggie. she approached him from behind, leaning down to rest her chin on his shoulder. she met his eyes in the mirror, gaze heated enough to really question if she should be touching him at all. "d'you still wanna be my boyfriend, reis?"

[purplemccns]

happy birthday angel! i'm so grateful to have met you, and i love that we're writing together again. you possess the sweetest, most kind soul and your mun posts subsequently remind me to be kind and gentle to everyone around me (and myself). i hope you're having the very best day <3

bby you have me all kinds of in my feels 🥹🥹🥹 as someone who is constantly worrying that i'm bothering everyone around me with too many ooc posts, your words truly touch my heart. i'm so grateful to have met you also, and i hope you also have the best day darling 💜