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oldastime

"Sounds fun. I haven't been to a spa in a while. I could release the tension." She swept her hair to the side, giving better access to Nora as she put sunscreen on her. "Especially since most of it began once I landed." She chuckled and held her hand, fluttering her fingers towards Nora to squeeze lotion into her hand. "Maybe the'll have drinks, too. I could use several." And by several she meant exactly that or more. Besides, she didn't care that their trip so far was a bit of a bust. What called for a drink or several was the fact her mind was hung up on last year and what that meant for their friendship forever.

The thought alone got a shiver out of Naz, "Sorry, my body is spazzing out on me." She stated, rolling her shoulders back and fixing her posture. "Does the festivities for the day end tonight then?" She wondered. "Or is there another surprise later this evening for us to do?" With the question still hanging in the air, she took the sunscreen and gently lathered some onto her face and neck. "Because, if there isn’t…" Her lips curled into a grin. "I cordially invite you to a night out at a club."

waveofstars

A pang hit her in the gut knowing this trip was anything but the fantastic one she had promised. Even though it had only begun, Nora couldn't help but be a bit dejected. The woman had historically always created a master plan in her head, and when the cards didn't fall in place, she felt like a failure. So much for being a mastermind.

She focused on this failure instead of the feeling of Naz's skin against her delicate fingers as she lathered the sunscreen onto her. For once, it was a much needed distraction.

Moving away from her back, she used the excess lotion on her hands to rub into her own chest. Nora lit up a bit at the other's invitation and felt her body relax for the first time that whole day. "Yes. God, yes." The thought of being able to have a drink and dance in a place where no one knew their name… it felt needed. Maybe it'd be just the thing to break them out of this lingering awkwardness. "Remember the last time we went out? We closed it down. I was drunk and demanding one more song from the DJ." She snickered at the memory of one too many shots and dancing until her shoes gave her damn blisters..

#int: nora #oldastime

rosesonbreeze

Whether it's the worst days of her life, the many difficult work days, or simply the inconsequential days in between; Luke's been there. Helped laugh away tears, even when those days were because of him. So it only makes sense that on her better days, like when his first book came out or her first solo surgery? Of course, he's there, too. What Isabella doesn't plan for? That the happiest day of her life would be because of Luke. Why was she even surprised? Her life rose and set with him.

But contrary to what Stevie or Anna think, the happiest day of her life isn't going to be her wedding day. It's going to be all the days after.

"Edwards, I know you're out here." She can't blame him for running away. Really, she's only mad he did it before she could. But no one corners the groom about bridesmaid dresses, or centerpieces. Well, not counting his sister, anyway. Her expression is somewhere between playfully cross and endeared. The swing set, of course.

"Do you know that Anna's already picked out my bridesmaid dresses?" Of course, her little sister chose black - like Bella's soul. Which may have been true these last few years. Now, though? She's happy, content... Even if she'll never be a blushing bride.

"Maybe they won't catch us if we're really quiet." She reaches for his hand, his mother's ring glistening in the Connecticut sunset. "You know, I hate this kind of stuff." Parties, decorations, everything. Bella's practical to the point of boring. "But," she heeds, before Luke can reassure her. "I kind of like it? Just--" She shifts against the swing, looking at him.

"It took us so long to get here. And even if not everyone we want to have can be here..." His mom, her brother. "I still think it's worth celebrating."

waveofstars

The orange glow of the sunset painted her in the kind of light that didn’t feel real. Luke struggled to look away - hell, he struggled to even blink. He didn’t want to risk waking up to find this was all some dream. Life had felt like that lately. Maybe that’s what a clear mind did to a person. Or maybe that’s just what loving someone like Bella did.

His fingers found hers, their hands resting lazily between them as they sat on the bench overlooking the garden. The party carried on without them in the distance, and he couldn’t bring himself to mind.

A quiet, amused smile tugged at his mouth when she admitted she actually liked the celebration. That was new. Usually it was Bella slipping outside to escape while Luke talked to everyone else. His smile softened at the memory of the people they’d lost, his gaze drifting back to the garden that still somehow bloomed every spring.

“It’s absolutely worth celebrating,” he murmured. And it was - even if showing up in a room full of family had grown harder since he got sober. The sympathetic glances, the cautious words… they reminded him of every mistake he’d spent years trying to outrun. Bella never looked at him that way. She, of all people, should’ve but she didn’t.

“I think my family’s still getting used to… me,” he admitted after a moment. “They’re worried I’m going to mess this up.”

His eyes flicked to the engagement ring on her finger, and he sent up a silent prayer that he wouldn’t.

#int: luke #rosesonbreeze #HI sorry this took so long i died for a bit there!!!

snowbairdd

JENNIFER LAWRENCE attending the screening of "Die My Love" during The 69th BFI London Film Festival (October 17, 2025)

#mirorr: chey

oldastime

He always had a captivating stare. The kind that made you feel adored, nervous, and happy all at once (It drove her fucking nuts). Maybe he looked at other people that way, maybe even other women, but Elliot couldn’t shake the feeling that this particular stare, the one he gave her most of the time, was meant just for her. Still, she wasn’t special. She never was. And she wasn’t about to fool herself into thinking otherwise. Yet, her eyes lingered a little too long, and his words were deciphered in her head, and nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Not while they shared the same space, and definitely not while they called themselves best friends.

She dropped her head with a soft chuckle, resting her cheek against her palm as her hazy gaze drifted toward him. “Nothing?” she teased, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips. “You doing nothing seems so unrealistic.” He nudged her playfully, and she swayed with it. “In fact,” she added, “if you’ve got things to do, we can hang out another time. I’m sure seeing me again after today would be… too much, huh?”

Pushing herself up from the couch, she stretched, stifling a yawn behind her hands. “Mm, you don’t owe me for that. Being there for you is always on the house.” A small smile followed as her hand reached out to ruffle his hair. “Anyway, I’m going to bed. I’ll grab you a blanket and a pillow.”

waveofstars

This felt like dangerous territory. He wasn't sure why that was, but his stomach twisted into knots as he continued looking at her in the dim light. If he wasn't a fool, perhaps he'd bring attention to it - this electricity between them that he had with no other. But he was a fool and it felt easier to hide behind their friendship. She completely gave him an out to be honest about his plans, but he only shook his head. "You and I both know how much I hate most people. You really think a guy like me has plans?"

He watched as she got up and felt a pang of disappointment that she was leaving, but also a strange sense of relief. Relief that she'd go to bed before he said or did anything he regretted.

Gently, and without thought, he reached out with his good arm and grasped her wrist to stop her momentarily. "Being around you is never too much, by the way." It was more sentimental than he intended, but it was true. He could spend every day and not get tired of her - annoyed, maybe, but never tired of her. He let go as if he realized just how intimate the moment was. "Even if you drive me fuckin' crazy." He cracked a smile.

#int: connor #oldastime

oldastime

He had no fucking idea where he was, matter of fact, he had no fucking idea where his little brother was either. The little mirgrane that brought him out (just to disappear) leaving Tim to suffer around a party of shameless strangers. He didn’t consider himself introverted, not by the slightest, but he was tired, irritated, and sick of people jumping in and out of the pool where he sat. He gripped his beer tight, pushed himself up, and, out of pure frustration, shoved the next guy beside him straight into the water before he could jump in.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, catching his balance after the shove. “Cam!” he barked, all barbaric-like, earning a few looks as he scanned the crowd and realized his brother was nowhere near. With a heavy sigh, he trudged into the house, bare feet and soaked trunks dripping all over the wooden floors until he reached the kitchen. “I’m leaving his ass,” he muttered, pushing past partygoers and leaning against the counter. He said it like he meant it, but there was no way in hell he’d actually do it. He’d lean there all damn night just to make sure he caught sight of Cam, so he could kick his ass the second he did.

@waveofstars Plot: Some random California Party he was dragged into where he meets Chey for the first time.

waveofstars

There was a time when Chey was the life of the party. She'd reign champion at any and all drinking games and happily out drank anyone who dared to go against her. Now she was in her thirties and a little more honest with herself - she didn't necessarily enjoy partying. Sure, she didn't mind rubbing shoulders with others and meeting new people, but she was growing more fond of the irish goodbye every day. The only reason she found herself at this particular party was the promise of a pool, sun, and free drinks. And food.

She was in the kitchen rifling through a bag of pretzels. Chey barely noticed him at first - just another loud, pissed-off stranger stomping through the party like he owned the place. But then she heard the wet slap of bare feet against the hardwood and glanced over just in time to see him lean against the counter, leaving a growing puddle beneath him. "I was just thinking this floor looks way too safe and dry. I was hoping someone would come and ruin it," she spoke sarcastically through a chew of a pretzel before glancing at his dripping trunks.

#int: chey #oldastime #*rises from the dead*#heyyy

waveofstars

sorry for not being online as of late !! i fucked up my ankle and honestly have been in too much pain to even think lately. im in a boot and spending all my free time icing and elevating it so hopefully will be back soon!

waveofstars

okay literally insane how my ankle literally had me out of commission for weeks now. still rocking a boot and the swelling comes and goes BUT finally feeling a bit better. it was one of those things where it was just a domino effect - horrible sprained ankle makes me walk weird, walking weird makes my hips hurt, my hips hurting made my back start hurting.... you see where this is going. anywhoo, i'm gonna try to get to replies. apologies if i'm a little slow!

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@rosesonbreeze | luke + isabella

Luke had gone cliff jumping, raced cars, and even skydived but nothing terrified him more than asking Isabella to marry him. It was, without question, the bravest thing he’d ever done - and the happiest. Still, he should’ve known his twin sister would somehow manage to be even more excited about the engagement than they were. Stevie insisted on throwing a party, despite Luke practically begging her not to. He’d learned long ago that arguing with her was a lost cause.

The celebration took place at his family’s home in Connecticut. Despite the constant clinking of wine glasses, Luke felt steady. His family still tiptoed around his sobriety as if he were a landmine waiting to go off, but he couldn’t really blame them. He’d put them all through enough in the past.

Friends, cousins, and siblings filled the house, all there to toast to him and Isabella. And once again, Stevie had gone overboard. So much so that Luke eventually slipped away, finding refuge on the bench swing near his mother’s garden. The flowers - still beautifully tended, thanks to his father - were far easier company than the crowd inside.

He looked up at the sound of footsteps and smiled when he saw his fiancée approaching. “You caught me,” he said, shifting to make room for her on the swing. “I was hiding.” He grinned, knowing full well he’d just sacrificed her to the swarm of well-wishers.

#int: luke #rosesonbreeze #this was my attempt at a small starter #i failed <3

ofbookshelves

she had always envisioned her store as a sanctuary—a place where anyone who stepped inside could find comfort, whether they sought a space to be themselves or simply wished to lose themselves in the endless stories lining the shelves. penny had become an unexpected but welcome presence in her daily life, and rae couldn’t help but wonder if it was more than just the books that kept her coming back. subtly, she had tried to hint at her feelings, hoping penny might see them for what they were.

but then, she stopped coming. had rae been too forward? had she unknowingly pushed penny away? the thought weighed on her, leaving her longing for just one more chance to explain herself. “oh yes, w—” the words faltered as she looked up, catching sight of the customer before her. penny. her breath hitched, but she quickly recovered, offering a warm smile. “we do. and it looks like you’ve picked out quite the collection.”

hazel hues flickered to the books in penny’s hands: dandelion, dahlia, lavender. it was a book bouquet.

waveofstars

She had never considered herself brave. In fact, she often felt like a coward who preferred to live life in the sidelines. Coming here, facing feelings she had once avoided, all felt like acts of bravery she wasn't used to. It was worth it, of course. Life happens outside of your comfort zone, her sister once told her. So, she placed the books on the counter in front of Rae and offered a warm smile.

"Brought some flowers for you," she told her with a nod towards the stack of books. With a deep inhale, Penny added, "As an apology for how… weird things have been." That was an understatement, but how else would she describe it? She had been distant, running soon as things felt even just a little real. Penny knew this was neither the time or place to spill her heart out, but this little gesture would do as a first step.

"You didn't deserve any of it. I'm just prone to… well, making things weird." She chuckled. For a woman who wrote for a living, words seemed to be failing her in the moment. "I'd like to make it up to you."

#int: penny #ofbookshelves #*replies ten years later...*#sorry again!

@dcgtown liked for a starter !!

Penny was tasked on writing up a story on the town's local fall festival - another puff piece, but this one she didn't particularly mind. She decided to volunteer her time there working a booth instead of traditionally walking around, taking photos, and pestering people with questions. Instead, she sat a fortune telling booth with tarot cards at her hands. She was dressed as a witch, less Elphaba and more Practical Magic, but a witch nonetheless. Whenever she spotted a familiar face approaching her, a soft smile spread on her lips. "Want a glimpse at your future?" she asked casually.