#ohseptember

[sorrybcby]

closed starter for @ohseptember​

as if edith wasn’t in hot shit already, it seemed as though she had to find a way to land herself in even more trouble. she was simply a foolish girl with foolish dreams. it had been those dreams that fueled her to move to the big city in the first place - edith rosario’s gonna be a mega star! instead, she’s working at a bar and trapped in a fine she has no clue to pay off. ( how was she supposed to know that the guy she would accidentally hose down had to be some fire marshall guy? ) anyways, now she’s stuck having to make the impossible suddenly possible. huffing to herself, she decides to leave the rowdy bar - beginning to make her way over to the car where she could hopefully sleep her miseries away. but on the way, she spots a familiar face that makes her quicken her steps. the last person she wanted to see was her. genuine people were rare to come by in this city and just when edith thought she had found one, it turned out to be a sham. “go away,” she shouts over her shoulder, “i’m really not in the mood for whatever half-assed apology you’re cooking up for me.”

[sclita]

( @ohseptember​ ) based on this

you see, natala didn’t run out the morning after hooking up with them, absolutely not, she just left quietly as to not disturb them on a Monday morning. that’s the narrative she planned on sticking with at all costs. but now they were sitting right in front of her, their friends unaware of how uneasy the girl felt as brunch food was passed around the table, the table that kept them at a safe distance - she couldn’t help but laugh a little. “ain’t life something.”

[evcrlasting]

Closed starter for @ohseptember based on this

Winston didn’t like where they currently were. Sure this was a new experience for him entirely, but this whole thing was. This was exactly why he didn’t come too close to people, especially people he didn’t have to get to know. Still Posie had proved worth it, now would he tell her that? Never, she would hold that over him for life, and he couldn’t handle that, not on top of this.

This being her door. Closed. Without telling him whether she was out or not. He figured she was out, how could she thought? He had something short of memorized her schedule and that schedule said that she was home. Though her home meant the door was open, unless she was sleeping, but it was still somewhat early. He glanced down at his phone, did he call her or just knock? Win had seen her around another dude lately but he hadn’t thought about it. It wasn’t like he expected Posie to not date, but - Hell maybe he had expected her not to date. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t like her romantic life had to change their unspoken agreement. He was supposed to be happy for his neighbor, his friend, yet.

He knocked, she had to be inside. 

“Pos, you wanna get food?” That’s it, maybe she was just working.

[fervour-a]

based on: in source link !  for: @ohseptember​

although nolan’s well aware that they’d been spotted at the robbery, and assured in no uncertain terms that they had been left unharmed by the raid -- he’s far from under any delusions that he was about to see them again. after all, he suspects that their ability to get away unscathed is a mere coincidence to them, a luck of the draw, unaware of how unsubtle his colleagues had been. so, when he’s disturbed by one of his men; looking flushed and confused, it certainly sends alarm bells through his frame, even if he remains stoic in his approach. once the situation is explained to him, he gives the go ahead for the other to enter his office, even if this exact scenario isn’t one he could’ve ever prepared himself for. swallowing thickly, remaining calm and composed is his ultimate aim, a warm and welcoming smile raising the corners of his mouth. “...well well well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” 

[bvriedinthesand]

@ohseptember​ / based

    “why do you want to know what i do for a living so badly?” jag had been coming to this bar ever since he moved here, familiar enough with the staff to where they had his drink ready for him by the time he sat down at his usual bar stool. it wasn’t until a week ago he had been relatively left alone, though he wasn’t sure what about him caught the attention of the woman. he minded his own business and drank alone, what about that begged for attention? apart from wanting to be left alone, he was in some rather sketchy business, working as a getaway driver for those committing crimes. it would be safer to not associate with innocents.

[iignorantess]

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[mythvlogie-archived]

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i’m lich rally in love w u n ur writing pls marry me

[slcwdisco]

closed starter for @ohseptember based on i’m in the mood for love by julie london

            the vinyl plays lowly over her speakers, mingled with the sound of chopping vegetables, the simmering of a soup on the stove top. she peers at them over her shoulders and conceals her smile back into the cutting board, chewing on the inside of her cheek. there’s a part of her that fears if she thinks too much on everything, the moment could slip right through her fingers. but for what feels like the first time, she remains unafraid. is there anything so lovely as to cook with the one you care for? “is the soup coming along?”