#touchbased

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @touchbased

"could you have pictured us like this back then, me perpetually single and you about to marry my brother? kind of funny, actually."

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @touchbased featuring jack.

"if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing."

[erasinglines]

" i just didn't like the way they were looking at you, okay? like you weren't mine. " / @touchbased

[swtsours]

“   you're   making   it   very   hard   to   behave   .   ”

[egotistival]

“ just let me take care of you. ”

the words nearly escaped him as his attention was elsewhere - split looking out the window, the moon high in the sky, and his ears perked to the sound of her breathing. he was in his own little world, thinking of nothing in particular - dissociating, his therapist might tell him, if he had one. one of his hands was up against his mouth, fist resting there, as if he had a million things to say and wanted to keep them all in. he dropped that fist to his side, a furrow in his brow and his mind suddenly racing with possibilities. what did she mean by that, exactly? he thought back to that day where faith had edged him until he was practically incoherent, until everything had left his mind and he was just a body; a live-wire of feelings and sensation. and how freeing that had been for noah, who always had something on his mind. it wasn't even the physical sensations that had him remembering it fondly; he'd cum before, he would cum again in his life. rather, it was the exchange of power, of care, of trust that flowed between them; that was what he liked most.

turning around, he looked at her for a moment. the dim light of the room - a bulb was out up there, he needed to replace it tomorrow - provided enough light to see the shadows of her face and her gorgeous golden hair. her shampoo, he knew from personal experience, had begun to carry with it the smell of something fond and known. he realized then that they hadn't touched a lot throughout the day today; he had been so busy with repairs to some assholes room earlier in the day that he'd barely seen her. a quirk of his lips, a calculating glance at her eyes, he spoke quietly into the room. "do you want me to take off my clothes?" is that what you want? is that what you're asking of me? or is it something else? @touchbased

[4lexnilsen]

"come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it's definitely now." from maggie <3

“oh,  you think so?   well,  two hours ago you were all about it.”   sarcasm heavy in his voice,  pale blue eyes rolling in mild annoyance,  he refuses to turn back now.   of course,  it’s on friday the 13th that alex and maggie find themselves wandering through the eerie remnants of an old crime scene,  the kind of place where shadows close in on you uncomfortably and the walls seem to have eyes that follow your every move.   creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper whispering tales of a bygone mystery.   “don’t tell me you want to turn back now.   if we get murdered here,  too,  your podcast will finally go viral,  and wouldn’t that be something?”   he huffs,  navigating the cobweb-covered hallways with a combination of foolish bravery and irreverent humor.   it’s only when his flashlight begins to flicker that a chill runs up his spine and he glances over his shoulder at maggie.   “you know what,  miss scaredy pencil thief?   i’ve changed my mind.   i’ll be a gentleman and take you home.”   

[missdcalls]

"married life, huh?" it had been a while since joey had seen the other. honestly, it came as a surprise, seeing them engaged. "i guess congratulations are in order." // @touchbased (based x)

[bittcrsuite]

@touchbased liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source ! muse: cora green. 26-31. professional tennis player.

"i've never tried it. i never had the chance." she shrugged, as though it should be obvious. typically, she'd avoid weed like the plague but her injury changed things. it caused her to reconsider experiences she missed out on as a young adult. "what does it feel like? i've heard it makes you feel lighter."

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @touchbased

"my biggest regret was walking away.. i'm sorry about how things ended between us."

[angeldcgs]

closed: @touchbased who: josefine "jo" obasi, she/her, 27, television writer

“it’s… actually, y’know what, i think,” a nervous chuckle interrupted her murmured confession. “i just don’t think it’s gonna happen for me, i’m not… you’re doing so great, though, like, phenomenal job! i think i, uh... i've just got a lot on my mind right now.”

[terrorbitch]

closed starter for @touchbased

"so.... what do you, like... do here?" she paused for a second, shoving her hands into her pockets and glancing around for a moment as if trying to figure it out. "or are you even supposed to be here?"

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @touchbased

"what, you think i'm incapable of just being your friend?" she's right, but it still offends him regardless.

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @touchbased featuring lula.

"i'm serious — right here, right now... unless you're scared?"

[jawbrkrs]

closed for @touchbased

"  i've  killed  for  you .  who  else  can  say  that ?  "

[swtsours]

“   if   i   was   just   a   rebound   then   tell   me   .   ”

[athl3tess]

@touchbased // you know who ! ! location : bercy arena for gymnastics

⸻   hazel   hues   watched   ,   unimpressed   as   per   usual   .   a   well   rounded   routine   kicked   into   a   sloppy   one   which   ended   with   him   flipped   onto   his   ass   .   she   could   recognize   when   a   scolding   simply   wasn’t   enough   ,   and   the   one   his   coach   had   delivered   couldn’t   be   termed   as   such   .   that   was   why   she’d   come   over   upon   her   departure   ,   the   blonde   she’d   never   been   too   fond   of   hovering   in   the   background   .   ❝   you’re   releasing   too   early   on   that   long   swing   ,   never   gonna   actually   land   it   that   way   .   ❞   she’s   sure   he’d   heard   it   all   before   ,   after   all   ,   he   was   the   gold   medalist   in   the   family   .   ❝   trying   to   compensate   for   whatever   blondie   is   doing   over   there   .   .   .   just   isn’t   gonna   work   out   for   you   .   since   when   the   hell   do   you   let   that   shit   bother   you   ,   anyways   ?   ❞