#multxfacies

[vntageheart]

closed starter for @multxfacies / ft. asher

He was clearly nervous, knowing this was a brand-new experience for him. He still questioned how his friend had managed to convince him to say yes to this arrangement. Blind dates normally didn’t go well, and he hoped that wouldn't be the case tonight. Glancing down at his watch, he anxiously waited outside the mini golf building, feeling the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. It was hard to look around for someone when he didn’t know what they looked like, and the anticipation was getting to him. As he waited, his mind raced with various scenarios. What if they didn’t show up? What if they decided to ditch before even meeting him? He could be a pretty fun guy once he got comfortable around the person, but the initial meeting was always the hardest part. He took a deep breath, trying to keep a level head about how tonight would go.

The bustling sounds of the mini golf course provided a somewhat comforting background noise. The laughter and chatter of other people enjoying their evening helped to slightly ease his nerves. He adjusted his stance, shifting from one foot to the other, trying to appear casual and at ease. His friend had assured him this would be a great opportunity to meet someone new, someone who shared his interests and could potentially become a significant part of his life. Despite his reservations, there was a part of him that was hopeful, eager for the possibility of a genuine connection.

As the minutes ticked by, he glanced at his watch once more, each second feeling like an eternity. His heart raced with every person that walked by, wondering if they might be the one he was waiting for. Determined to make the best of this experience, he resolved to stay open-minded and give it his all. Tonight could very well be the start of something special.

[renegadetulis]

a closed starter for @multxfacies

He just needed to get fresh air. Elijah had been staring at files for too long and he checked the clock and grunted. He has this innate desire to have something sweet on his tongue. And there was only one place that would satisfy this burning need of his.

Elijah had to admit that buying the bakes from this particular bakery in town wouldn't exactly please his family. The Kensingtons didn't exactly have the best relationship with the Callaghans but Elijah thought it was trivial anyway. Pushing the doors open, the smell of baked goods wafted into his nostrils and he exhaled noisily as if he was letting go all of the burden in the world. 

His presence immediately caught the owner's attention. Waving at her as if they were best friends even though they were far from it, Elijah grinned at her. "Hi, Juliet. Two cinnamon rolls please if you still have them at this hour."

[vntageheart]

closed starter for @multxfacies / ft. aanya

The night continued playing in her head over and over again. She was always against going behind the wheel after consuming any alcohol, yet she found herself in that very position. The guilt felt like a tidal wave, crashing over her, leaving her unsure whether to expose the truth or continue this facade of being the caring random stranger who visited the hospital daily. It didn't help that he was a famous baseball star who was missing out on his season because of her. Her hands were a bit shaky as she held the flowers, making her way down the familiar hallway until she reached his room. At this point, he practically anticipated her showing up around the same time each day, and she didn’t want to let him down more than she already unknowingly had.

As she approached the door, the weight of her guilt seemed to grow heavier. Each step felt like a journey through her own remorse, the flowers trembling slightly in her grip. The walls of the hospital, once just a backdrop to her visits, now felt like silent witnesses to her inner turmoil. Entering the room, she forced a smile, hoping it would hide the storm brewing inside her. His eyes lit up when he saw her, a mix of gratitude and curiosity on his face. He had grown accustomed to her presence, finding comfort in the regularity of her visits, even if he didn’t fully understand why she was there.

"Hey, how are you feeling today?" she asked softly, her voice a bit shakier than normal as she set the flowers down on his food tray. "I brought you these—I thought it could make the room a little less depressing or something." The room's sterile white walls seemed to close in on her as she watched him. The flowers were a small gesture, but she hoped they would add a touch of warmth to the otherwise cold environment. Her heart raced, nerves fraying at the edges as she struggled to maintain her composure.

[thatwritingjuju]

continuation from here @multxfacies

It wasn't fair. Far too many men prayed to the patriarchal gods for height … eventually totaling a mere 5'10"to 6'. Wyatt, on the other hand, didn't want to stand out. He didn't want the stares, the whispers - not even the recognition. It typically with the territory of being 6'5" and muscular.

His least favorite? When random older women would spark up a conversation by feeling his biceps - without consent - and saying some stupid like 'I bet you'd have no problem throwing me around'. Sure, they were right, but not happening.

Wyatt flashed a smirk ad a giant hand swallowed the given beer bottle. "Isn't that how you get your tips? By flirting? I had a fried once who said being a bartender meant wearing many hats: best friend, therapist and fake girlfriend to get bigger tips from the 'dumbass' men." Fingers rose to demonstrate air quotes.

[thatwritingjuju]

continuation from here! @multxfacies

Being assigned the case wasn't the problem. Catarina was the problem. While others were a little more 'by the book' - like Catarina - Nate was more of a 'play it by ear' person. His belief was that rules were there as a suggestion, but to solve a case, Nate was going to do whatever it took. He was sure that exact mindset was why he was paired with Catarina.

"Great." Nate rose from the table, loosening his tie as he moved toward the door. "Not sure if creatures like you eat human food, but if you want to go to that diner, might want to get a move on. I won't wait all night." Keys to their rented Suburban jingled in his hand as Nate crossed through the door frame. He'd wait approximately sixty seconds. If she didn't show up, that's on her. But Nate really needed something in his stomach besides coffee and chips.

He waited in the car, staring at his watch to countdown the seconds.

[thatwritingjuju]

𑣲𝓳 starter requested by @multxfacies

"Coffee?" The agent entered the interview room, gently sitting the Styrofoam cup in front of them. Whether they'd take it or not, up to them. It was Nate's job to be polite.

[vntageheart]

Closed starter for @multxfacies ft. Aanya

It had been a few days since she last visited Mason in the hospital. Not because she didn’t care—if anything, she cared too much. But the guilt had started to settle in her bones, heavy and relentless. She kept telling herself it was just an accident, that she hadn’t meant for any of it to happen. Still, the truth clung to her throat like something sharp, refusing to be spoken aloud. So instead, she showed up. Again and again. Bringing comfort in small ways—conversation, laughter, quiet company. And today, a cake. She’d made it from scratch the night before, pouring herself into every detail, hoping it would speak for the things she couldn’t say. Despite the mess of emotions tangled inside her, she was excited to see him. Nervous, yes. But excited. Walking into the room with a slightly heavy heart, her eyes immediately found him—and just like that, her smile bloomed. It was automatic, instinctive. He still had that effect on her, even now. She held the cake up in its container, high enough for him to see. “Special cake delivery,” she said softly, voice laced with warmth. “So, tell me… did you miss me yet?” The teasing slipped out easily, flirtation dancing at the edges of her words like it always did when she was around him. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep pretending. But for now, she was here. And that had to count for something.

[vntageheart]

Closed starter for @multxfacies ft. Rico

It had been a little over a month since he returned home from deployment, and though the rhythm of civilian life was slowly settling back into place, the weight of what he’d seen still lingered in the quiet corners of his mind. Some days were easier than others. Some nights weren’t. But through it all, Amara had been his anchor—steady, patient, unwavering. He wanted to show her what that meant to him. Not with grand gestures, but with something simple. Something warm. He woke before the sun, the house still wrapped in silence. The kitchen lights cast a soft glow as he moved with quiet purpose, mixing batter, cracking eggs, letting the scent of sizzling bacon fill the air. It wasn’t perfect—he’d never claim to be a chef—but he poured every ounce of care into the plate: fluffy pancakes stacked with precision, scrambled eggs just the way she liked them, crispy bacon, and a mug of her favorite coffee, still steaming. Balancing the tray carefully, he made his way to the bedroom. She was still curled beneath the covers, her breathing slow and peaceful. He set the tray gently on the bedside table, then leaned down, brushing a kiss to her temple, then her cheek. “Baby,” he whispered, voice soft and full of affection. “I made you some breakfast.”