#( starter. devon )

[blcssom]

open to: f/m/nb ft. devon presley (he/him) plot: your typical 'don't marry/be with him' type beat except they're childhood friends and devon was always in love with their older sibling growing up - said sibling rebuffed his advances and now he's latched on to them (seemingly bc they're the next best thing)

"then don't be with him." fuck. he'd meant to keep that thought tucked away at the back of his mind, determined to play the role of supportive friend and confidante. that's what he'd always been to them, so why was devon finding it so impossible now that they'd actually asked for his support?? "i just don't think he's right for you."

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: y/m & Devon have been having an on again-off again thing going for a few months, recently y/m has been a little flaky (whether it’s because they caught feelings for Devo or someone in their life found out & disapproves, whatever reason is fine) & they showed up in the middle of the night on Devo’s door. hmu if you’d like to plot more! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: fwb, ex/old flame, rival to lovers, neighbor, whatever works~

Devon couldn’t stop the scoffed breath that left his lungs as the other brushed past him to enter into his place as if they lived there too and honestly, with how often they found their way to his doorstep, they might as well have. The tall man shook his head, amusement playing against his lips in a cocky grin as he turned to let his dark gaze follow them into his living room. He pushed the door shut with a light shove and the way he drew his bottom lip between his teeth made it clear he was glad and perhaps a little eager know why they were here. “I didn’t think you were going to come around anymore,” Devon mused as he sauntered lazily after them as if he didn’t really care whether or not they were there. He did, though, he was glad to see them but Devo knew better than to get his hopes up for anything, for all he knew this could have been a visit they told him to fuck off. “– so what’s up?”

[bittcrsuite]

open to: anyone. plot in source.

"come on!" devon called out in a sing-song voice, never quite able to turn off the rockstar in her. it had to be after midnight by now, but the blonde was running down the hotel hallway towards her room. she needed some alone time with them, even if it meant giving up a few hours of necessary sleep. swinging open the door to room 316, the blonde stepped inside and held the door, her voice bearing a teasing edge. "we're burning the midnight oil here."

[roscgarden]

i am so excited for wholesome, cozy seasonal threads !! i just remembered fall is just around the corner & got giddy

[jawbrkrs]

open to: everyone plot: enemies to lovers or besties who slept together for the first time ? and now devon tried to leave the next morning before things got awkward ... ( bonus if the other is in a relationship. )

"  what  ?  no  im  not  sneaking  out  —  "  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.  trailed  off  words  hung  between them  as  she  tried  to  pull  another  excuse  from  the  very  tense  but  thin  air.  "  I  uh  —  was  just  going  to  grab  a  glass  of  water  ...  "  hazel  eyes  slowly  drifted  down  to  the  shirt  bunched  in  her  hand  ,  clasped  against  her  bare  chest.

[ragtcg]

𐔌 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ˚ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ closed ͏ ͏ ͏͏ for ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ₊ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ @stillsmine 𐔌 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ˚ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ based ͏ ͏ ͏͏ on ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ₊ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ first ͏ ͏ ͏͏ bullet

❝    well    ,    well    ,    look    what    we    have    here    .    mind    if    i    join    ?    ❞    doesn't      wait    for    approval    before    build    slides    into    the    booth    ,    diverting    attention    to    his    best    friend    and    her    companion    (    all    they    could    ever    be    ,    he's    sure    of    it    )    before    continuing    ,    ❝    so    ,    lovebirds    ,    what    were    we    chattin'    about    ?    ❞

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

Like, Comment or Reblog for a starter from

Devon Strong (Bio)

please specify muse!

[slumpcd]

she cursed underneath her breath, feeling the sand fill up her shoe. devon didn't ask to be sent away but it seemed like her family thought she was getting too spoiled in the big city. so for a few weeks for summer ... she was supposed to stay with her granddad. someone she barely even knew. and he was grumpy and barely said a word when she got there. so the brunette flew the house and went to the beach --- wasn't that what they did in the movies? sat by the beach and got calm? instead, she got a shoe full of sand and the wind blowing her hair in her face. devon lost it for a second, taking of her shoe and throwing it away in a fit of rage. " oh shit. " what she didn't think through was that her shoe almost hit someone.

[feverish-desires]

open to: m (beta editor, can switch to legacy if preferred) plot: based on [x]; Devon is a werewolf princess, and to prove your muse is worthy of breeding her, they have to catch her first!

Adrenaline pounded through her veins, the smoke from the bonfire still clouding her sense of smell as her feet pounded through the thick forest, leaves and twigs snapping underfoot. She knew she was leaving a trail, but right now, the most important factor was speed; she needed to get away before she could think about hiding. The moon overhead was not quite full, but aside from the light of the fire that was rapidly disappearing behind her, it was the only light in the woods tonight, and she could feel it honing her instincts, making her blood run hotter and her muscles feel stronger. Whatever might come tonight, Devon didn't plan to go down easy.

[stcrryhaze]

— muse: devon gevinson. musician and photographer. cool gal with trust and commitment issues. constantly trying to prove herself. isn't afraid to call out bullsh*t. actually a sweetheart and the most loyal friend you'll find. — open to: m/f/nb. — based on: this. — please don't like this starter.

One single look was enough to let her know what had been going on. She could tell they had just left, by their surprised expression and lack of most clothes. Devon mocked, leaving her bag on the couch as she made her way to the kitchen. "Safe to assume you didn't miss me..." she greeted, after being out of the city for a few days, a last minute shoot that had required her presence. "Is it the same person or you're back to your old ways?" she asked, trying to seem indifferent, yet she was aware of how much she cared. Pretty sure they were aware, too. Once in the kitchen, she started her coffee routine, getting two mugs from the counter. "Coffee?"

[utcpias]

          ♡.    devon kochi, ice skater. open to all.

                              ♡.       “my soulmate is probably me.”

[infcinity]

rhiannon fawley && devon evans (( @hiddenpxpercuts ))

“can I help you with something or are you just going to stand there looking like an idiot?” she asked, rolling her eyes. she hated this city so much - it was filled with muggles everywhere you went, and most of the time she couldn’t avoid them. 

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: based on. y/m has the bags after a heist & they’re running to get in the getaway car with Devon & Brody. gimme polyships thnx. 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: partner in crime, fwb, crush, childhood friend, neighbor, fellow street racer, whatever works~

“This wouldn’t fucking happen every god damn time if you weren’t such an idiot, Brody,” Devon scolded the other with a grunt as he tightened the hold he had around Brody’s waist, supporting the other as they made a dash to the sleek car they were making a getaway in. It seemed any time they had a good heist planned Brody did something stupid or fighty and got his ass hurt, like this time around, fighting a guard off while Devon and their third accomplice packed away the goods in duffel bags. It had been a needed distraction but had resulted in Brody getting injured… yet again.

Finally after a few more rushed steps Devon and Brody reached the car first, Devon searched his pockets for his keys with his free hand and found them to quickly unlock the passengers side door and slump Brody off onto the door before moving around to the drivers side. Dark eyes shot a glare at Brody on the passenger side, then slipped past him to the other person that was running to catch up while carrying the bags. “C'mon! We gotta get out of here!” Devon called out to them, throwing open the drivers side door.

“What are you talking about, if I hadn’t hit that guy we’d have been caught!” Brody countered once he’d managed to gain some support against the car door he reached over and opened the backseat next to him for the person coming with the bags. Yeah, he’d managed to get hurt the last time too but at least this time he wasn’t bleeding all over the place. He made a slight noise as he lowered himself into the car and shut the door, wincing as he put on his seat belt. “You’re just mad he set off the alarm before I punched him out and thank you, Mr. Obvious, they fucking know we gotta go! Get in the car yourself.” Brody said and glanced back the way they’d come to double check they’d not been followed save by the person with the bags.

His ribs hurt and they were more than likely fractured but he had suffered worse, again, this wasn’t the first time he’d ended up injured on one of their little heists but this time it had been a necessary thing. The guard had put up more of a fight than Brody had anticipated and after a few zaps with that damn stun gun it had been difficult not to get a few bags here and there before Brody was able to knock out the guy. Not to mention the guard had at least 80 pounds on the slender man. At least he’d only sustained a few fractured ribs and wasn’t sliced open like last time.

[musemuseum]

Muse: Devon Foley (Ben Barnes); unemployed; hetero Connections: anyone

"Hey! I have purpose and direction in my life!" He just didn't know which direction that was yet.

[persistcnt]

*tag drop for devon and bittie!

[magicmadnessx]

Closed for @feverish-desires

He should stop, let her go before he crossed too many lines to turn back, but with her body pressed against his Grayson couldn't think straight. A groan escaped him as she moved against his growing bulge, and before he knew it he'd grabbed her legs, tightly clutching her thighs as he moved them around his waist. "Being a tease could get you in some real trouble, princess. Lucky you have me keeping an eye on you," he spoke, his darkened eyes pinned on hers. Bending his head down, he captured her lips with his own, but couldn't help nipping at them as he did.