#int: eli

[kit-mcgrady]

↦ closed starter  / eli deveaux @carmxchaels ↦ location: bluebonnet bakery

Kit wasn't the sort of guy who spent money on things like baked goods. For starters, he'd never had much of a flowing cash supply to spend on such luxuries, but he also avoided celebrating his own birthday as often as possible. Usually, someone's wife at the ranch would make him a cake and they'd have a nice little family dinner. Tito, however, was Kit's favorite person on the planet. Plus, he was turning sixty this year, which meant something special, so Kit was sauntering into Bluebonnet Bakery like he knew exactly what he was doing, like a regular customer even. "Alright, Deveaux, I got a big one for you. My Uncle Tito is turning sixty, and I want it to be a hit." Leaning onto the counter, Kit scanned the treats he could see in the display cases. "You know how to make a carrot cake, right? I know, I know, it's bullshit, but that's his favorite. He might be crazy, but he's the guy who was crazy enough to take me in, so I can't let him down now."

[magsdeveaux]

☆ closed starter / eli deveaux @carmxchaels ☆ location: bluebonnet bakery

Maggie hopped up onto the counter in the back, knowing full well it drove her brother crazy any time she popped into his bakery unannounced and made herself at home like this. It wasn't her fault, Nana had always made her feel like she could do anything—including parade around the bakery like it was her playground. "So then I'm like, 'Okay, if you're going to act like that, then I'm going to leave.' He tells me I can't leave. E, did you hear me? Wells told me I couldn't leave, and it's like, I can do whatever I want, this is literally a park?" She rolled her eyes, groaning at how frustrated her ex-fiance made her. "So then I told him I was going to call you, and he went white as a ghost. I still think he's afraid you'll kick his ass, like he hasn't realized you're all ancient now."

[benitoxherrera]

↦ closed starter  / eli deveaux @carmxchaels ↦ location: lake blackstone

Fishing poles weren't something Benny was frequently keeping on-hand, but he'd managed to borrow some from a friend so that he could meet up with Eli and Cece for a little bit of fun at Lake Blackstone. He was leaning against Penny as he waited for them to arrive, pulling his sunglasses off the second he spotted Eli's vehicle pull up. "There's my favorite girl," he crooned to Cece when she got out. He pulled a bouquet of flowers from his passenger seat and held them out to Cece as soon as they finished their hug. "I got these for the world's best big sister. Think you can make sure they don't get trampled by your dad and me, Princess?" Taking Cece's hand in his, he nodded a greeting to Eli. "How're you holding up, big guy? How's Laurel? I bet two babies at home is a ride."

[mickeymaddox]

"No shit, really?" Mickey raised an eyebrow at Eli dropping some Dutch on her before nodding, impressed. "Not bad, Deveaux. Dutch, right? What's the other one?" She hadn't studied language so much as picked up Spanish from her extended family, but she could usually pick them out from all of her traveling, both for the Navy and personally. "Red velvet? That's certainly a choice," Mickey replied, pretending to ponder the idea of it. Truthfully, she didn't mind red velvet at all, and it was cute that Aslan was such a supporter of the bakery. One more thing about him that Mickey was grateful to have learned, honestly, and one more thing she'd use in her own favor. "I'll push you right over a cliff," she teased before reaching out with the end of her pool cue and whacking his leg. "Well, now I have to make you eat those words. I don't make the rules." Truthfully, she wasn't desperate to win, but she wouldn't mind beating him now just out of spite. "Who says it's not both?"

"Now that would be a hell of a fun fact to pull out now. Nah, that'd be cool I wish. The most interesting thing I can think of that you don't know yet is that I'm fluent in three languages." Was it really interesting? He doubted it. Not when Mickey held the title being a naval pilot. "Je zit er diep in. Zo diep." Though he had lost the person who he spoke Dutch fluently with he still remembered certain sayings she used to say. Usually when someone called in an order from the other side of the world. "He is but this could be my bias showing though. Does go through my red velvet pops every season so keeps me in business for the winters. Can't say shit." Though he also owed Aslan's sister a huge amount of gratitude for taking on an impossible case for his family. An amused smile spread across his features as she adopted the lemon tart analogy. "All the lemon tart needed was a tiny push. A gentle nudge really." he smirked and hummed. "Spoken like a true sore loser." It wasn't very smart of him to poke the perverbial bear but he knew he could get away with shit that others couldn't. "I gotta find a soft spot, remind me are you hanging with Aslan tonight or tomorrow?" If only to see that ever loving soft smile cross over her features again.

[wrdn-tabris]

please look at my stats for my new dnd character

[harvies]

eli stands by the stove, stirring the pot of hot chocolate. the scent of cocoa and peppermint fills the kitchen as he pours the rich mixture into two mugs — no whipped cream for himself, though. balancing the mugs in his hands, he steps back into the living room, where his lover is, bathed in the soft glow of the christmas tree lights. eli sets the mugs down on the table and drops onto the cushions beside him, his knee brushing against casey’s. “here you go,” he says, nudging one of the mugs closer. “thought you might need this.” he picks up his own and takes a sip, the warmth sinking into him pleasantly against the snowy night outside. there’s a different kind of warmth bubbling under his skin, however, something almost nervous.

eli sets his mug down after a moment, glancing toward the tree. nestled beneath it is a small box, wrapped neatly in dark green paper with a gold ribbon tied carefully at the top. his fingers twitch slightly as he leans forward and grabs it, turning back to casey with a smile that feels both shy and eager. “i know we said we’d wait until tomorrow,” eli starts, his voice soft, “but i… i really want you to open this one tonight.” he holds the box out to the other, his breath catching slightly as their eyes meet. his heart hammers in his chest, he knows what’s inside — a pair of matching promise rings, engraved with a tiny, almost hidden 'always.' a token of everything eli feels but struggles to put into words, a step forward into the future he’s starting to believe they can build together.

“it’s… not much,” eli murmurs softly, “but it’s something i wanted you to have.” his cheeks flush as he adds quickly, “you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. i just… wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” his lips presses into a thin line as he falls silent, his hands fidgeting slightly in his lap as he waits, the room suddenly feeling much smaller, the fire crackling softly in the background.

@endlessfebrvary

[emissary-of-dog]

geara and eli dynamic... :]

[rorydflanagan]

I guess I’ve kind of gotten used to the stares by now. Wait, really? I’ve never heard of that one. How come no one has ever told me that it was an immediate turn on? I feel excluded on important things information. Sounds like you got style though. I’ll give you that one.

Hey, if ya got a good accent, people are going to stare. And not for the reason you might think. Maybe people like staring because the Irish accent is an immediate turn-on for a lot of people. Myself included. So if anything, take the staring as a compliment and a way to hint they'd like you to come say hi. Take it from a tall guy who decorates himself in countless artistic flair, and also gets stared at. Often. And I sound like a smoker half the time, so lacking an accent.

[sarcaasmic]

//@mskwtz sent 🎁 for a Spotify wrapped starter and got ‘Into You’ by Ariana Grande

With its rise in popularity in the valley, Ellie thought it might be a good idea to learn some karate. She'd mentioned the idea to a friend, though the idea of attending an actual class was a bit intimidating, plus she wasn't sure she'd have the money anyway.

So, after some convincing, she ends up spending an afternoon at the Miyagi-Do dojo with Hawk after the class hours. He'd been working with her for an hour now, maybe two, she's lost track. Either way, at this point she's having trouble differentiating whether the heat in her cheeks and the pound of her heart is from exercise alone or the reaction to being alone with Hawk.

He's in the middle of adjusting her form when she pipes up, "I think I need a break." She steps to the side to create some distance and plops herself onto the spot of grass where she's left her water bottle. She lays her back against the small hill and chugs some water.

[stillness138]

i'm built different, out of the 3 chosen morons, i'd only fuck orin

[perfectioncursed]

“And that makes it okay?”

prompt list | accepting | @pinkxperfectionisms

❝no, that--it's not what I meant at all.❞ it seemed like they were actually doing this, actually having the conversation that Betty had simultaneously desired but also dreaded since she had learned of Eli's existence. it hadn't taken long for the blonde to approach her mother about it, that conversation ending in hoarse voices from all of the yelling & tears from both sides that seemed to change the very foundation of their relationship.

the topic of which had come up with her twin sister a few weeks later, almost accidentally. Eli had mentioned Alice & the words had just kind of...slipped out. Betty never did have the luxury of a filter around the people she considered most important. & it wasn't like she was trying to defend her mother, not at all, but Alice had said that if there had been a way to go back & do things differently, raise the girls together, that she would have taken it in a heartbeat. in the moment it had seemed crucial to convey that point to Eli. but she, of course, hadn't thought about how it might have sounded. like their mother only regretted it because of the way things had turned out, not that she truly wanted to make things right.

after a few tense moments of silence, all of the thoughts that should gone through Betty's head before doing it now, she leaned over to wrap an arm around her sister. ❝I'm sorry, E. I'm so so sorry. for everything.❞ it wasn't even clear what she was apologizing for, but the guilt that wracked her right then almost had Betty in tears. ❝but we're here now. & I'm not going to let anything come in between us again. you're my family.❞ a word that seemed to hold more importance than ever now. ❝I love you, you know that. right?❞

[giselle-archive]

I kid you not, that one is true. From what we heard, that location was more used to seeing Caucasians and Latinos, so two black women (well, half black in my case) showing up was a surprise, and they were drooling. We got a discount on that food, and they didn't charge me for the wine. It was weird, but it was a win.

I'm going to go ahead and guess the Olive Garden one. I find it hard to believe there would be that massive of wait staff harassing a single customer. They care more about tips and how bad their feet hurt, over hitting on someone gorgeous every five minutes.

[harvies]

continued from here! @vicedmuses

eli doesn’t answer right away. he stares at the tree as his hands dangle loosely by his sides, fingers brushing against the frayed edges of his jeans. yago’s words hang in the air, filling the quiet space between them before he huffs out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “hey, cool it, tiger.” he mutters, giving the other a playful glare. he shifts his weight as he glances at the tree again, its crooked star and dim lights blinking like they’re trying their best. “maybe you’re right,” he says quietly, almost to himself. “maybe it’s time to stop letting him take this too.” his voice wavers for a moment before he clears his throat, pulling his shoulders back. “but no glittery tinsel,” he adds, pressing his lips into a thin line. “i mean it!” eli watches yago for a moment, feeling the warmth spread in his chest. “you don’t have to go all out, you know...” he says softly. “just you being here... it’s more than enough.” the words feel heavy, but they’re true, yago has always been there for him and it's something that he truly appreciates. and maybe... it's time to let go of his past and truly move on. eli's lips tug into a smile, “let's start with drinks first. i've got some champagne, would you like a glass? or... we could always go with the classic hot cocoa.”

[ketsuppia]

Nu du alla ehdotelkaas svenska kielisiä laulajia och sarjoja och elokuvia mitä voisin lyssna och kattella, oon pitkään miettinyt et pitäs studera svenska koska yritän tänkin tekstin parhaani mukaan skriv på svenska mutta jag talar inte jättebra svenska.

Kerta se hjälp että sitä kieltä lyssnar paljon niin teen näin :) Eli plz ehdotelkaa!!

[harvies]

eli's lips pressed into a thin line as he hummed in thought, "i don't know... he can get quite nasty." his ex was notorious for making a scene and it was one of the reasons why he left him. a wave of emotions surfaced as he recalled what his ex did and his nose scrunched, "you know what, let's do it. so, what are the terms?"

open to masc muses! plot is linked in source.

"all i'm saying is that it'd be fun to watch him sweat a lil." wren shrugged and drummed their fingers on the side table. "makes no difference to me either way, really, but the guy deserves it. he's an asshole."

[cybernatedbeholder]

brenya do you know there is a guy running around that looks a lot like you.

--E-> Okay? Th-Er-E can b-E a lot of lookalik-Es. Would b-E int-Er-Esting to s-E-E him but I untimat-Ely don't r-Eally car-E.