#⌈ thread ⏤ 004. ⌋

[naomiayodele]

Who: Naomi & @jcksonfields

Where: Downtown Package ( various locations )

When: Seasons of love, February 2025

“Okay, what’s first on the menu?” She sat next to him at the bar. Naomi had immediately clocked out as soon as she could - thankful to be leaving a little early. She went home to get dressed for the evening and pack an overnight bag. Maybe it was a little overkill to do such a bold thing, but she wanted to soak up as much time as possible with him. He had put in the effort to surprise her and here she was wanting to return the favor. “There is a little bit of everything if you want to try each drink.” She glanced at the menu. “Thank you for the gifts by the way.”

[mackmontgomery]

mack 📲 harris.

Mack: Wassup brotha Macks: Hows things? @callme-harris

[babyitsmagic]

@shxfting sent: "I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..." from ambrose for silas!!! || hidden injuries meme (accepting)

silas's attention snaps over to ambrose. he knows that tone. he's been a cleric long enough to recognize it immediately. "what's wrong?" he thought they'd gotten out of that last scrap unscathed, but maybe they hadn't. is ambrose hiding an injury on purpose or did he not even notice he'd gotten hurt? silas can see it going either way.

[canncnball]

a starter for my heart, @blushdrunks, for brayden & roan.

finishing up a phone call he hadn't been expecting to get, strides carried him back into the living room where he tossed his cell phone on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch beside roan. the moment he did, natalie squirmed free from roan's grasp and climbed over into his lap. "that was trisha," he mumbled, having stopped referring to his mom as anything more than her actual name for over a year now.

[aidanbishop]

with: @savstone-rp & @claraquinn location: sav & clara's apt when: april 13, afternoon

"Yo." Aidan stopped short when he spotted Sav, as if seeing her around her apartment was some kind of shock. To be fair, he hadn't realized she was home, but he supposed it was alright if she hung at her own pad, even if he and Clara were hooking up in the next room. Or… trying to, at least, if a quick jog down to his truck proved to be fruitful. Unless -- "You got any condoms?" Out of courtesy, Aidan finished doing up his jeans, rather than leaving his fly undone and hanging open, as he had in his haste after reluctantly peeling himself away from Clara. He now stood shirtless in their living room, caught between point A and point B, waiting on Sav with an expectant look, blatantly ignoring the irony of it all. @savstone-rp

[rosxabbott]

Starter for: Rosmerta x Anthony ( @allabbottme ) x Bea ( @fcrox ) Location: The Three Broomsticks after hours

It was after hours and the siblings had agreed to meet up first. However, she had asked her brother to arrive first before their sister would join them. Ros knew that her younger siblings were adults and that they had to make decisions for their own. She hadn't been able to stop Anthony joining the Order, but maybe she could stop Bea from it. But she was going to - hopefully - need her brother's help with that.

Ros placed a drink in front of her younger brother and she leaned against the bar. "We need to talk about Bea wanting to join the Order. I know we can't tell her no because we both are helping out. But I don't want her near the Order. We both know how dangerous it can be, why should we expose our last sibling to it as well?" She said to Anthony, wondering what his opinion was on it.

[solaadisa]

closed: @maverick-liu

location: driftwood speed dating

A timer rang out through the cafe, signaling that everyone move onto a different partner, and Sola fought the bone-deep urge to cheer.

"Damn, I guess that's time," she said to the guy across from her, with fake disappointment laced into her tone and a wide, plastic grin on her face. "It was nice to meet you."

He didn't look back as he wandered off, and Sola's eyes quickly fell down to her phone, thumbs flying as she shot a update to Cricket: "latest boring guy smelled like onion and not in a good way. will never forgive u for this fuck u love u bye."

In her periphery, she saw someone else sit down across from her and prepared herself to paste on another false smile before looking up.

The sight that actually greeted her removed all of the artifice. "Mav?" she asked, feeling relief rush through her entire body. "Dude, what are you doing here?"

[ambroselm]

The Music Rooms. Sometime in the first week. [ OPEN STARTER ]

The ten most difficult songs to play on a piano. Hungarian Rhapsody N. 2, Liszt. Flight of the Bumblebee, Korsakov. Fantaisie Impromptu, Chopin. Piano Concerto N. 5, Beethoven. Moonlight Sonata (3rd Movement), Beethoven. Revolutionary Etude, Chopin. Etude Op. 25 No. 11 - Winter Wind, Chopin. Piano Concerto No. 21, Mozart. Grande Polonaise Brillante Opus 22, Chopin. "Heroic" Polonaise Opus 53, Chopin. Ambrose went over the songs once, twice, upwards of ten times. Over and over again. Hammering out the difficult details of each one until his head started pounding, and his fingers felt like they were going to fall off. But he had to make a good first impression on his instructors. He had to be the best in his classes. He didn't just think that because he was a perfectionist either. He had to be the best because if he didn't prove he could do this - music - while simultaneously making a career out of doing music he'd be nothing but a joke.

He was too deep in his head that his fingers tripped over the wrong keys, and the palms of his hands followed, flattening into a loud angry dissonant sound. He huffed a deep breath lifting his head and noticing someone else must have come into the room sometime in the past thirty minutes. He really did find it unsurprising that he'd really missed a whole person. "Sorry," Ambrose said. I promise I can do better. "Have you been in here long?"

[thearcherbrothersx]

Closed little starter for @nottheemuse / Marcus & The Warrens

Marcus knew his brother. In fact, he probably knew his brother better than he knew himself, which is exactly the reason he'd dropped that little nugget at dinner the other night. Declan was never going to let Cora in if she didn't start making those demands, and she wouldn't start making those demands until it dawned on her that she'd have to. That Declan wouldn't open up his life to her of his own accord. So Marcus - against all common sense and usual instincts - had meddled. Taken a calculated risk. But Cora had ended up leaving and Declan was being a stubborn bastard about the whole thing, which meant his mood had been an ugly fucking thing for days now. Most people wouldn't notice, but Marcus sure as hell did, and he was sick of it.

So Marcus had considered calling Cora to sort a few things out. Declan had told him enough for him to put the pieces together, which also meant he knew Cora probably hadn't gotten what she needed out of that whole interaction. He wasn't going there though; Declan could work out his own shit or be a miserable prick about it. But then Lily'd asked about Cora, where she was, why she'd left, when she was coming back, and given that he - for once in his life - hadn't had an answer for her, he'd decided to take care of that problem by getting on a damned plane to fucking Kentucky.

With only one way in - not Marcus' favourite thing in the world, but whatever - he drove his rented SUV down the gravel road to Cora's childhood home, and pulled up far enough down the road to avoid immediate notice. Habit, probably, but Marcus never went in blind, so he got out and took his time getting the lay of the land, so to speak.

The first one to detect Marcus' presence would be Roo. And then, primarily because Marcus had slipped around the back and positioned himself calmly within view of the windows, hands in the pockets of his black jeans, ankles crossed as he leaned against the trunk of a tree. Features uncharacteristically serious as he watched for movement inside the house, dark eyes falling calmly on Cora's as she spotted him. Then his lips curled into a wry smile.

[atlasnolan]

closed for: @scottienolan

where + when: theirs, feb 16th

Laying on the floor of the living room, Atlas was never more content than when he got to hang with the little chihuahua that was technically Scottie's but he considered just as much his.

He whistles and listens for the scurry of little paws that follows immediately after, loud yaps coming next as Chessie pulled at his hair with his little mouth until Atlas reached to lift him up and held him there in the air.

"What's plan b you lil asshole?"

[fcrox]

who: @rsrevan where: rosier manor, the library when: evening

There had always been something about the library that felt like home. The high shelves and the stacks upon stacks of books that were piling up in areas used more often as well as the rays of sunshine during the day and coziness of a crackling fire within the darker and colder nights, it all had come to be something Leta Rosier treasured rather a lot. Now, she loved her atelier, but something about the hall of knowledge within the manor left to them – no, to her brother, by their parents, it held her attention and kept her focused. It was home, if a room could be that.

Many a night or evening had the witch found her brother, her twin, working away at one of the many tables with books surrounding him. Every now and then a book would whiz past on its way toward the wizard in question or away and back onto whatever shelf it had come from. “It’s been a while since I’ve found you hiding in here.” Leta’s voice rang over, letting the echo of the room carry it before she stepped closer. “Not that I’m accusing you of hiding.” She wasn’t. For the most part it was simple curiosity.

[cherriesfm]

LOCATION: tipsy shores dance hall STATUS: closed / LAVENDER HAZE @palmviewstarters

michael  secured  his  nametag  in  place,  rolling  his  eyes  while he  glanced  at  it  one  more  time  as  if  blinking  himself  out  of  a  false  reality.  the  big  bold  letters  in  green  mocked  him  relentlessly:  SHREK.  someone  had  actually  paid  to  sign  him  up,  assigning  him  the  awful  codename  in  what  could  only  be  some  twisted  game  of  payback.  he  didn't  really  know.  though  he  was  sure  only  a  sadist  would  do  this  to  him,  revelling  in  the  way  it  made  him  absolutely  miserable.  with  a  heavy  sigh,  he  dragged  himself  over  to  an  empty  pool  table  with  two  drinks  in  hand  and  humiliation  already  gnawing  at  him.  he  figured  if  all  went  horribly,  they  could  at  least  enjoy  a  (  silent  &  awkward  )  game  and  head  their  separate  ways.  there  was  a  reason  michael  tended  to  avoid  any  big  celebrations  around  town,  opting  to  hide  inside  the  comfort  of  his  own  home  or  work  late  into  the  night  —  avoiding  anyone  who  could  possibly  rope  him  into  anything.  yet  the  way  the  dates  were  set  up  this  year  left  no  room  for  him  to  hide  &  he  wasn't  entirely  cruel;  not  nearly  enough  to  leave  someone  hanging.  he  just  hoped  it  wasn't  someone  with  high  expectations  for  the  night,  knowing  he  couldn't  live  up  to  them  if  he  tried.  his  fingers  tapped  his  glass  nervously,  anticipating  the  moment  his  match  would  reveal  themselves.

[mackmontgomery]

mack 📲 cherry.

Mack: Good news, I’m in love again😍❤️‍🔥🧎🏼‍♂️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Mack: Bad news

Mack: Actually not bad 🙅🏼‍♂️ just borderline less good bc I’m an optimist now is we’ve never spoken and she either doesn’t know I exist or does and thinks I’m really weird but that’s how all good love stories start

@cherryxkoch

[ulyflynn]

uly 📲 madison.

Uly: [Screenshot of story post of flowerfest pic] Uly: What did I specifically fuckin say not to do

[keolalagaaia]

closed for: @tabithaxking

where: outside seascape

It was only when Keo was finding something to wear for the evening did he regret not spending more time in the arranging with Tabitha locking down how they were approaching the dress code. He knew they would be strict on enforcing it but there was a world between just about hitting the mark and exceeding it in a way that could either be come off as well-executed or disastrously try-hard.

Managing to convince her to attend something of this nature on a rare free night in her calendar felt like something precarious, like if he circled back to it it might having her thinking that it was more trouble than it was worth and her original chill plans were a better use of time, so he hadn't.

Instead, he decided to take the risk that he might fall into that lame try-hard category and he went with a suit and tie that he had actually taken care to pick out and was only on the finishing drag of a half-joint outside Seascape that he had brought along with him when he stubbed it out as his date for the night arrived text that she was just about there.

He had texted back a quick 'cool, outside' just to almost miss her arrival entirely. The double take that he did at an approaching brunette had been instinctual, stemming from an incapability to not appreciate a pretty face when it passed him by. Except this one wasn't passing him by and he feels mildly dumb for not recognising her quicker.

"Damn, you weren't kidding about going all out, were you?" He says as he walks towards her, taking her in for a second with his eyes before he speaks again, "I like the dress. And the hair."

[ziggykyeons]

closed for: @paxton-brady

where: bonfire bash

"Would you believe me if I told you I downsized this from a carry on suitcase before my darling Cherry picked me up?" Ziggy says to his co-worker as he rummages around the well-stuffed tote bag of trinkets from his past relationships that he deemed destined for the flames.

"Marie Kondo would have hated me. Anything that sparked even a sliver of joy was allowed to live another day. I had to be considerate and only bring the most evil of objects."

When his hand wrapped around the custom skinned PS5 controller he had gotten Warner for his birthday when they had been together, he didn't hesitate to toss it into the bonfire.

"I hope that'll actually burn," He says with a grimace as he looks to Pax, mildly confused at why he was there that evening, "Have I missed a chapter? Where's Mr. Tall, Light and Lovely?"