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goodfcryou​:

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. ╱╱  all ( males for romantic plots )

the rain falls h e a v y on the hooded form of LARK as he slips through the cold wet of the darkness towards his place of refuge. he wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore, but he knew it was late based on the exhaustion that had long since set into his bones. the buses weren’t running this late, so the young bartender had to trek from his house to theirs. he makes his way up the door, shivering and soaked to the bone, as he knocked on it. he waits a few moments, and then the door is opening. lark offers them a lopsided grin, and then a shrug. “surprise.” he says, though his sarcasm is dry. “my dad and i got into a fight and he kicked me out again…” lark tells them, licking his lips and pushing the hood off of his hair, black curls wet and plastered to his forehead. “is it okay if i crash here tonight?” 

he’s in the middle of deciding whether he’d look cuter in white platform shoes or the brown, high-heeled boots when someone knocks on the door. the brunette freezes, a wine glass in one hand as he theatrically awaits another similar sound. a confirmation, if you may, that someone’s actually out there and he’s not just suffering another almost-alcohol poisoning. when it happens, he gets to his feet, leaving the laptop open on the couch, amazon.com taking up 90% of the screen. elias gracefully tiptoes his way towards the door, opens it, lips parting the second he catches a glimpse of the other. “oh, my god. hello, you.” he begins, the glass of rosé still in hand, complimenting the overall wine-aunty outfit. “oh my god.” he then repeats at the explanation, nose scrunching up in disgust. he’s stepping away from the door, making space for the man. “that’s, like, so hot and sexy? wow! i love dads.” his own wasn’t much better. free hand moves to carefully brush against the other’s cheek, offering temporary warmth while wiping off some unnecessary raindrops. “of course, honey baby.” he closes the door behind them, leans against it for split of a second, striking a little pose straight out of vogue without necessarily meaning to. mind you, he’s a little tipsy. before the man can even as much as properly step further into the house, the brunette is sliding in front of him, raising a hand. kinda like one of these school wardens, but glamorous. “hold- the phone. you’re not stepping onto my gucci parquet like that.” warns, though it’s far from serious. “can you, like, dispose of all the wet clothing, please?” a genuinely warm smile. “and i’ll go get you something pretty.” and, most importantly, dry. 

sciencedfiction​:

izzie laughs a little bit, almost wondering if she should have gotten fake blood or opted for some real blood at the hospital. then again, she isn’t a complete monster. she’s simply a girl trying to get revenge on her ex-boyfriend. “would you want it to be real?” she asks, looking over at barbara, intensely. maybe she isn’t a monster, maybe she’s just got this rage inside of her that needs to be taken out. “or—-we can just make it look like it was broken into.”

for a second, she looks like she’s giving it a thought. and, who knows, maybe she actually is? hands rest on the hips as she nods, slowly. “i’m gonna go with yes. but only because it’s more realistic, i feel like?” and psychotic, though that’s far from the point. “i mean, imagine finding a bunch of blood on your floor, and then it turns out to be.. real human juices? freaky shit. dude, i’d fucking piss myself on the spot.” again, she’s going off point. “okay. how.. do you make a house look like it’s been broken into without... actually breaking into the house?” 

losersluv​:

percy had a tendency to take life far too seriously, it was something he was aware of; actively working on. something about the younger man’s temperament was starting to convince him that he was exactly the kind of outlandish figure he needed in his life. all the older man can do at first is listen and watch, somewhat stunned by the amount of flamboyancy and confidence he seemed to retain within his relatively small frame. it was impressive and something that percy was naturally fond of. he figures he gives that away with the laugh that escapes his lips next, pearly whites on display as he contemplates exactly how he responds appropriately…in a way that’ll make him just as memorable as elias was definitely going to be. “i was going to say, surely tyra banks is too busy and too diva to actively seek out those who weren’t going to make it…but, it’s an interesting image just the same. even if it’s wishful thinking maybe, even for a rejection.” he teases, his smile gentle as the other reassures him of what he already knew or, had at least assumed. “it’s a pleasure, elias.” he mentions, his fingers gently brushing against elias’ palm; conflicted about whether he should shake it or kiss it – he decides upon the latter, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand. “i’m percy. what’s your usual? or would you like to try something a little different, tonight?” 

a part of him expected the other to just be.. absolutely confused and not at all involved, but when that proves to not be the case, the petite brunette is beyond thrilled. the smile on his face only grows, radiating positive energy; a ray of light in the otherwise dim bar. can’t help but chuckle, a little bubbly, tad flirty, just a tiny bit dumb. “okay listen, i firmly believe that expecting spectacular failure is just as good as living in hollywood.” presents it in a way that makes it almost sound like a true belief of his. “and, like,” squints. “correct me if i’m wrong, but i feel like tyra would totally do that. like, she’s gorg, and tall, and a model? there’s no reason for her not to find publicity stunts sexy.” duh. god, is he digging his grave? crossing the fine line between witty and plain obnoxious? probably! but with self control long out the window, all he can do is hope it’s entertaining enough for the other to stick around. a soft gasp escapes when lips brush over the back of a manicured hand, eyes sparkling, hints of excitement behind hazel hues. for a second, he’s afraid he might be blushing. “oh, wow. gentlemanly.” he hums, tone somewhere between playful and flattered. “we love to see it.” soft chuckle, teeth grazing over bottom lip. “okay, so.. i’m usually a rosé kinda gal, but.. you can surprise me.” 

wildwcmen​:

this was exactly the kind of shit scarlet couldn’t deal with. the other woman was sweet enough to give her a fucking cavity, and according to her last visit to the dentist, she already had enough of those. “fuck…” the curse was muttered under her breath as soon as val started speaking. how was she supposed to keep hating her when she was acting like..that? it was like hating a kitten, or something. it just didn’t fucking work. why val even bothered with her made no sense to scarlet. why she bothered opening the door, letting her in…she didn’t belong here. she was only going to taint her. she was asking about her dreams, for crying out loud. who the fuck asks about that kind of thing? who the fuck cares? “i don’t fucking remember,” she mutters, arms falling to her side. how was she supposed to stay mad at her? her heart aches just by looking at her, realizing how soft and pure she is. she looks away immediately. “i didn’t say anything weird? before i fall asleep, i mean.” she doesn’t think she did, but she has to be sure.

she’s overall patient with people, but doesn’t put up with unnecessary shit when it’s flung her way. with scarlet, it’s never really the case. despite the blonde appearing rough around the edges, cussing out everything in the household and excelling in the attitude department, val.. enjoys having her around? it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense on paper; hanging out with the person who genuinely puts effort into acting like they don’t like you. and yet, val finds it almost endearing, a part of her truly believing the other isn’t coming from a malicious place. she’s sometimes hard to understand, but it’s challenging, unpredictable, kind of.. exciting. and val? she’s a sucker for all three. “aw, bummer.” shrugs, but doesn’t let the fact they’re not about to start comparing dreams ruin her day. she brings the mug back to her lips, takes another tiny sip of the still hot beverage but doesn’t take her eyes off the other. a soft chuckle. “you always say weird stuff.” she teases. “but no, nothing too out of the ordinary.” a small nod before she pauses. “although! you did smack-talk andrew stanford when you first showed up, i don’t know if you remember.” not that she minds. the guy’s a dick and a half. “were you gonna stay for dinner?” 

lvciddreamt​:

will’s eyes widened when elias started fucking with him, not sure whether to laugh it off or be annoyed. elias’s little shriek of a laugh made him chuckle, though, shaking his head as he looked at the other. “you’re so irritating,” will said fondly. “man, i’ve just been studying. wish i was getting drunk. finals kicked my ass. i don’t even have all my grades yet, so…” he let out a breath. his grades hadn’t been all that important to him in high school, but college was different. he was different. “i definitely need to chill out. i brought some weed, actually, if you wanted to smoke, too. it’s in my coat pocket.” drinking on its own was fun and all, but getting crossfaded was better. the almost euphoric buzz of both weed and alcohol combined was something he’d been craving all week. “i didn’t smoke or drink at all this week, which, like…” he stretched out his legs, socked feet curling into the carpet. “…is rare. so yeah.”

"me?!” he gasps, acting as if the statement, as true as it is, was the most offensive thing in the whole entire world. three fingers are placed over the heart. “’kay, bitch. get out of my villa, then.” a stern ‘don’t fuck with me’ expression that can hardly be taken seriously appears across features before he’s letting out a soft chuckle at the next words. “oh, my god. university life is so spooky.” not really? “i’m taking, like, these part-time, online classes, right? and the prof — he just.. won’t talk to me, i guess?” focus keeps switching between the man and the cocktail shaker on the counter that he just keeps filling with strong-ass shit. “ i was, like, ‘hey babe. when should i send you the paper?’ and he probably just, like, blocked me.” shakes his head, brown curls all around the place. “but, anywhore, i’m about ninety-eight percent you slayed this, okay? since you’re, like, the third smartest man in the city and all.” he muses, a bright smile on the face when he turns to properly face the other. “ooh, yes, i love softcore drugs. bring it on.” he muses, tone playful. elias leans against the counter, elbow rested against the surface, stance a little more flirty for no particular reason. a laugh at the confession. “oh, honey, we will so fix that.” hand reaching out to gently nudge the other’s arm. “you’ll be wasted and puking on the carpet in no time.” the brunette reassures, raising the shaker and swirling the liquid before passing it over. “smell! does it reek of hand sanitizer?” 

chaoticqveens​:

                          this could be worse, honestly. when he asks her what she’s doing there in the middle of a blizzard, she snorts. “i just thought i’d come out and sit in my freezing cold car so i could admire the snow,” she deadpans and gives him a look. “my car broke down, buddy, and i don’t know what to do because your local garage is closed.” she rubs her forehead before looking down at her phone. she had very little cell service right now. thankfully she was on the side of the road instead of in the middle of it. “can you just… point me in the direction of your town’s motel or something? just so i can sit out this storm until the morning instead of freezing to death in my car…” she murmurs and plasters on a fake smile. she wasn’t good with new people, honestly. she tried her damnedest, though. she faked it, being in the music industry and then dealing with her family for the holidays. this night couldn’t get any worse if if tried.

an almost sarcastically understanding hum at her words as he nods his head slightly. “damn, nice.” equally deadpan. “t’s.. fuckin’ fool-proof.” just the faintest hint of a half-smile. brows furrow at the actual reason behind her, so far, quite curious visit. “oh, man. ‘m afraid you’re shit outta luck.” doesn’t necessarily want to be the bearer of bad news but it’s better than giving the woman false hopes. “old burt’s out of office until after christmas.” fuck private businesses. fuck old burt and his yearly trips to belize, always with a different woman. scoffs at the question, at the idea of possibly having to ruin her night even further. “right, okay. uhh, we don’t have one here, as.. y’know, no one fuckin’ comes here by choice, but if ya’ walk straight for twenty minutes and then turn right," squints, tries to visualize the way in his head while also contemplating whether it’s a good call. “after about twelve more minutes you should be able to see a little guesthouse, j’st outside of town.” over thirty minutes on foot in what soon might be a snowstorm? cold blue eyes watch her for a moment. “think ya’ can make it?” shouldn’t trick himself into caring too much, though can’t help but feel just a tad sentimental. takes a good second or two to think it through. they’re not friends — hell, they don’t even know each other, but he’d feel like a fucking dick if he didn’t at least offer some help. “but, uh- if ya’ want, you can crash at mine?” sounds so fucking weird. “j’st, for the night, yeah? i could.. have a look at the car in the mornin’?” 

chaoticqveens​:

open starter for: m / w / nb.

based off of: talulah got lost & her car broke down on her way to her family’s home for the holidays. she’s stuck in this cute little town that she normally would’ve ignored if she could. your muse could be the mechanic or just a townie that helps her out.

                             talulah is ready to scream. firstly, the holidays weren’t for her. holidays were normally very cold, but for some reason her parents wanted to make up for that now that their children were all grown and out of the house. she calls bullshit, but her siblings convinced her to show up. now she was in a bind. she got lost about four exits back and is now sat in a broken down car while the town around her turns into a winter wonderland. “fuck.” she sees a garage that looked closed and drops her forehead against the steering wheel, causing the alarm to go off. she gets a knock at her window and she shrieks, startled by the person’s sudden presence. “do you always sneak up on strangers? what if i had a weapon? or pepper spray?! you would’ve been blinded!”

being the local spooky man is not an easy job but someone’s gotta do it. so there he is, walking around the town at unreasonable hours, dressed like someone who’d jump you in a heartbeat. despite the menacing attire, all he wants is to get home before the storm. one hand is buried deep in the pocket of his sadly not-too-thick jacket, the other shaking while stiff fingers hold onto a cigarette. when he notices a random vehicle, completely out of place, he immediately assumes something’s up. a dead body is what he’s expecting to see, but when the car starts projecting noises loud enough to wake up the entire population of georgia, he does take a second to re-think. still, he approaches, cautious yet confident enough to believe that if he does get attacked, he can defend himself. or, at least die. peeks in, notices a woman. uses the cigarette hand to knock on the window before taking the last puffs, dropping the stub and shoving the freezing limb into his pocket. exhales of cloud of smoke and cold air, the stiff expression on his face softening just a bit at the sound of her words. an almost-chuckle. “yup, that’d be it.” nods slightly. “so- uh, thanks, i guess. for.. not carrying pepper spray? ‘ppreciate it.”  he watches her for a second before dropping the question. “’s there a reason why you’re j’st sittin’ here, in the middle of a fuckin’ blizzard?”

from -  * character headcanons .

introvert or extrovert.

i’d say she’s somewhere in the middle. she doesn’t rly feel drained after hanging out with people or get sad when she’s alone for longer periods. perks of rarely feeling anything at all?? 

hobbies.

from -  * character headcanons .

can’t help but cringe at the way it sounds, knowing that one day it won’t be the case anymore. feels sorry for his counterpart, about the fact they choose to believe in him so fucking much. it’s an easy way to end up disappointed, as stated by 95% of people he’s been around. a scoff, almost mocking as the empty beer bottle is placed aside. cold blue eyes rest on the other, the faint smile across his features completely humorless. “ever.” repeats with a huff. “then again,” he’s doing that thing again. the one where his tone is biting, demeanor all but approachable. “how long have we known each other, hm? three, maybe four months? simmer the fuck down, buddy.” 

painsgiven​:

work  had  been  tough  that  day  ,  clearly  by  the  late  return  home  ,  but  archer  was  thankful  that  his  business  anxieties  were  slowly  being  forgotten  just  by  speaking  with  elias  .  it  was  as  if  his  tiredness  from  being  out  &  his  frustrations  with  things  not  going  his  way  didn’t  even  matter  anymore  .   now  that  he  was  home  with  his  son  .  &  the  one  who  took  such  good  care  of  him  .  ❛  ah  ,  have  ya  ?  ❜  thinks  it’s  amusing  ,  smile  rising  to  finally  meet  his  eyes  as  he  listens  to  the  pair  crying  sesh  .  ❛  as  long  as  it  was  over  something  worth  crying  over  ,  i’d  say  that  was  time  well  spent  .  ❜  has  a  sad  feeling  wash  over  him  ,  knowing  he  wasn’t  there  for  a  big  part  of  the  day  to  watch  hunter  grow  up  &  elias  was  nearly  raising  him  ,  but  .  .  .  there  wasn’t  exactly  an  alternative  for  his  secretive  lifestyle  ,  was  there  ?  opting  to  stay  silent  for  a  few  beats  after  any  sentence  had  ended  ,  gaze  nearly  never  breaking  on  his  features  .  that  was  ,  until  ,  he  was  about  to  argue  over  sleeping  arrangements  .  ❛  i’m  a  log  when  i  sleep  .  the  couch’ll  serve  its  purpose  .  ❜  but  then  a  proposition  had  landed  on  his  lap  &  it  was  his  job  to  be  the  voice  of  reason  ,  thank  elias  for  a  good  idea  but  he’d  be  fine  on  the  cushions  .  corners  of  mouth  twist  upward  subconsciously  at  the  keep  it  professional  line  ,  but  he  didn’t  shut  it  down  right  away  .  like  he  should’ve  .  instead  ,  only  a  few  seconds  pass  before  he’s  nodding  .  (  his  bed  is  comfy  as  shit  .  )  ❛  i’m  letting  you  know  now  i’m  not  apologizing  for  my  snoring  .  ❜  then  he’s  holding  out  a  hand  into  the  open  room  in  front  of  him  ,  gesturing  with  his  head  .  ❛  c’mon  ,  help  me  up  .  ❜

"mhm, absolutely.” the brunette confirms with an enthusiastic nod, deciding to stick to the story, turn it into another one of his acts. still, makes it blatantly obvious he’s joking. “and of course! i never cry without a reason.” lies. “we discussed politics. and, like, big money heists.” eyes locked with the other’s, hand placed over the heart. “very sad.” a soft laugh, completely diminishing whatever point he was trying to get across in the first place. there’s a moment of oddly comfortable silence, elias’ legs crossed, head slightly tilted to the side as he admires the other’s features in the most subtle way possible. not about to start acting like a thirsty bitch around the man whose kid he babysits. at least not for now. even when the man, surprisingly, goes along with the offer, elias isn’t setting himself up for anything major. he’s seen the bed, and it’s for sure more than big enough for two individuals to share without any unnecessary cuddling. assuming that anything is gonna happen between the two of them? bold. might end up disappointing, and so, he decides to go into it without expectations. not think about sleeping with his boss-like figure. “gosh, yah, you totally don’t even need to. if i feel like you’re being too loud, i’ll just suffocate you.” tone somewhere between casual and sincere, the smile on his face playful as he gracefully gets to his feet. reaches for his bag, swings it over the shoulder before a dainty hand reaches to grab archer’s. “oh-kay, honey. you’re gonna have to help me out a little.” using all of the upper-body strength, he then attempts to pull the other to his feet.