#purplemccns

[mccnxhild]

the more comfortable rose got with trace the easier it was spending time with him and just feeling like she could be herself. and perhaps that's how they ended up where they were right now. both enjoying the day off together, giggling and play fighting with each other with a movie seemingly long forgotten on in the background. the audio drowned out by her giggling and trace's laughter. though the sounds shifted as she landed across the other's lap and his hand made contact with her backside. a small gasp with an underlying breathy noise left her lip. her head turns to gaze at him cheeks flushed. "i -sorry.." she mumbles sheepishly unsure how to address the noise she just made. //@purplemccns

[gldnhour]

closed starter for @purplemccns

"some nights can be so fucking lonely."

[dolliesthouse]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @purplemccns / inspired by this plot.

kôna stifled a deep yawn while he emerged from his bedroom, grimacing at the exhaustion dragging his feet. sleep had become nonexistent as his mind preferred to rehearse the lines of his roommate’s body before a burst of guilt forced his attention to something less racy. the torturous cycle repeated until sunlight bled through his shutters and an alarm sounded for his day to begin. he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he took notice of the cause of his insomnia already awake and moving about their shared space. kôna leaned against the kitchen counter as he spoke, “listen—i don’t mean to be one of those guys, but can you, uh, wear… actual clothes around the house?”

[nouvelis]

continued / @purplemccns

jieun nods, a nostalgic smile falling over her lips. “we thought it’d just be easier to spend time together that way.” she has an entire false backstory curated and perfected down to the millimeter — one she keeps readily available if he asks. but it is wiser to wait until he prompts her with curious questions rather than overwhelming him with her narratives. “we both left our old places. my lease was up, and it made more sense for us to get somewhere larger, anyway.” the car continues moving smoothly along the highway, tracking further away from the bustling city center. “you were incredibly busy when we were moving in, so i had the privilege of picking out most of the furniture,” she recalls with a fond, constructed smile. “it’s a two-bedroom, and we both get a study for our own things.”

[doveds]

closed starter for @purplemccns for sophia & trenton, based on this.

she clapped her hands together, but barely, "yes, yes...we're all impressed by your bullshit and your charm, please go somewhere else. i am waiting for my boyfriend," she mumbled and downed another shot. the guy kept pushing and she narrowed her gaze at him. "are you deaf? is this better for you?" and she started signing for him to 'move the fuck on' and he just chuckled. his hand gripped her hip and her eyes widened before he was trying to pull her close. before she could even talk herself out of what to do, she was suddenly shoving herself into him and knocking him to the floor. she was throwing punch left after right, "WHEN A WOMAN SAYS NO, SHE FUCKING MEANS NO! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR STEROID ROTTED FUCKING BRAIN!" she shouted at him as she continued to hit him. moments later, she's being dragged off of him and she hears trenton's voice in her ear. "he wouldn't fucking leave me alone and tried to drag me away!"

[gcholdtrops]

continued  from  here  | @purplemccns

     the way nimble fingers are grabbing around her sketchbook display a slight nervousness, praise from trace was something most tattoo apprentices anticipated, practically looking toward him with hopeful eyes. akari, however, being the assistant in drawing designs meant that little comments of  ‘ good job ’  or  ‘ nice work ’  was frequent. though, him complimenting her passion, the little scribbles turning into story-telling images, it warmed across her entire being  ;  so much to the point of the shell of her ears got painted in a dusted pink.  “  yeah  ?  you really think so  ?  ”  subtle smile, opening the book a little more and freely showing the sketches to him, showcasing images of two people interacting  —-  clearly shaping a love story of sorts.  “ my inspiration... ”  spoken in a pondering manner, looking forward and to the ceiling as her feet lightly wagged back and forth in the air underneath counter.  “ a friend of mine's first love story ? ”  nodding a couple of times, then a cheekier grin appeared on features.  “ with that additional sprinkle of cringe, that needs to be present you know ~ ”  sitting up straight again, attention was brought over to trace  ; always finding herself comfortable around him.  “ do you read these ? ”

[neverhcme]

@purplemccns asked for a starter!

"I know work has been really busy for you lately so I brought you some lunch. It is your favorite." A smile spread against the border of her lips as she offered Y/M the lunch box that she packed. "And let me know if anything needs improvement. You know I'm always looking for new ways to make my cooking better."

[mndstom]

continuation from here with @purplemccns

Lydia doesn't think much of it when she reaches for the female's hand. It's a busy street, and she got the instinct to hold Areum's hand, keep her close so people will not bump into her. An unexpected protective side? She has never really felt protective over someone ( except the children at daycare ), but the female has managed to bring it out. Overall, her old colleague has managed to bring out feelings she hasn't felt in a long time for someone, especially for a female. She has kept those feelings quiet, tried to ignore them, but each time they have spent time together, those feelings have come back, stronger. "I don't think your hand is cold." The femme states with a reassuring smile, and even squeezes her hand. "But if your hands are cold, should we go get coffee or something?"