#hunter fox.

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♡ open starter for f.

plot: your muse is moving out of their current place and into a new one and called my muse, their ex, to help move and reassemble everything.

he finishes loading the rest of the dresser into the bed of his truck, closing the tailgate and latching it shut. ❛ you mean to tell me that i'm really the only person you know with a truck? ❜

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♡ closed starter for @lacehearts.

plot: based. surprise!!! i did not forget i am just a baby snail

the  job  was  unlike  any  he  had  ever accepted.    sworn  under  sacred  oath  to  keep  himself  hidden  from  both  the  theives  and  the  precious cargo.    at  first,    he  wasn’t  sure  that  it  was  the  job  for  him    –    far  more  emotionally  demanding  than  physical.    he  was  hired  to  be  a  friend,    a  confidant,    a  shoulder  to  cry  on.    all  while  keeping  an  eye  out  for  danger.    one  hand  bending  his  ear  to  better  hear  her  while  the  other  is  placed  strategically  on  a  weapon.    he  hadn’t  felt  guilty  in  the  beginning,    merely  an  employee  clocking  in  to  dreary  monotony  day  by  day    –    until  it  no  longer  felt  that  way.    he  began  looking  forward  to  seeing  her,    unscheduled  and  unprompted.    tonight,    however,    was  calculated.    although  she  had  asked  him  to  attend  all  on  her  own,    he  would  have  made  an  appearance  either  way.    ❛  wow,    you  look    –  ❜    he  whistles  like  a  cartoon  character,    eyes  probably  bugging  like  one  too.    ❛  incredible.  ❜

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♡ closed starter for @bittcrsuite.

plot: i work in a liquor store where we close at 10 and you showed up at 10:01 wanting whiskey and somehow this turned into us drinking on the sidewalk together.

he  takes  the  bottle  from  their  grasp,    bringing  it  to  his  lips  with  ease    –    a  smooth  but burning swig  swirling  down  his  throat.    he  only  drank  on  special  occasions  despite  handling  liquor  for  eight  hours  a  day.    this,    however,    seemed  like  a  special  occasion. he just didn't know why.    after  a  half  hour  of  laughs,    he seeks answers.    ❛  now  that  you’ve  warmed  up  to  me    –    are  you  gonna  tell  me  why  you  nearly  begged  me  to  sell  this  to  you  tonight?  ❜

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♡ closed starter for @litmoons.

movie: o.uter banks

❛  you are the single most dramatic person i’ve ever met. ❜

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♡ closed starter for @noirflavoured.

movie: failure to l.aunch

❛  all right, assuming that pretending to own a yacht was a brilliant, romantic, yet ultimately flawed idea – how do you see the rest of the day playing out? ❜

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tender: sender brushes receiver’s lips with a soft kiss (morgan and hunter)

there  was  a  mischievous  glint  in  her  baby blue iris,    the  slightest  flicker  of  a  smirk  on  her  perfectly glossed lips    –    he  knew  that  look,    knew  it  well,    knew  exactly  what  she  wanted.    unfortunately  for  her,    her  height  made  it  difficult  to  reach  her  intended  target.    nothing  he  wouldn’t  mind  helping  her  achieve.    strong  arms  hook  beneath  hers,    lifting  her  up  until  legs  are  wrapped  around  his  waist    –    once she's holding herself up, calloused  palms  find  sturdy  placement  against  the  underside  of  her  thighs.    faces  now  merely  inches  from  each  other,    he  can’t  help  but  smile  at  their  close  proximity.    lips  a  faint  brush  against  each  other,    a  shadow  of  a  kiss.  ❛  happy  valentine’s  day,    baby.  ❜