#promptstartercall — closed starter for @lesbunss
MUSE: rusty aguilar. 30. bar owner. solves problems with a baseball bat. OPEN TO: f/nb femmes CONNECTION: friends with benefits?
"You know what we have isn't anything serious, right?"
not exactly what juni wanted to hear after a night on stage but oh well! she knew maybe she'd been too in her head about their . . . arrangement. but rusty had been nice enough to let them since at their bar every now and then. and juni had been stupid enough to climb into their bed after. she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear nervously and shrugs. "well, duh."
“i have every right to do that.” briar told her girls everything, and that wouldn’t stop for yubin’s sake. he deserved it anyhow. months of chatting, hook ups and non-official dates down the drain out of nowhere. she woke up with her number blocked, socials unfollowed, and as far as she was aware… this was all unprovoked. briar wasn’t clingy, gave yubin space, wasn’t overly possessive either. whatever transpired for yubin to do this was irrelevant, briar’s not easily forgiving— especially in this state. “and you know what.” their sharp tone got her started. with the glass gripped between her manicured fingers she beckoned forward, free pointer aiming at their chest. just before she enters their bubble, the elevator shakes once more, sending the intoxicated blonde down against the door, beverage falling from her hands, glass breaking near their feet. “no because we’re actually going to fucking die in here.” briar’s eyes shut, chest heaving nervously. “don’t be a pussy, press the emergency button!” she was closer, she just didn’t want to be the one responsible for sending them plummeting 6 stories.
without either of them moving the elevator dropped, just a few inches before clicking. she held out her hand. “wait, actually don’t move.” after a few deep breaths she steadies. “i think it stopped.” she took the chance and sat up properly, carefully reaching over for the emergency button— the alarm roared. she scooted over to sit against the wall near the panel. “can you hand me my phone?” during gigs like these, briar was unable to use any device. it was a bad image for whatever celebrity she was impersonating and these were once in a lifetime events, she didn’t want to waste her time on twitter. yubin held onto her phone for safe keeping, he always had pockets. “i need to tell my manager where we are and what’s going on.”
"briar!" yubin's worried voice sounds in the small confides of the elevator. he reaches forward to steady the blonde, knows they'll get pushed away but doesn't really care either. he was meant to protect briar whether they liked it or not. "watch the glass. i don't want it to cut you." their voice is soft with worry, probably too soft for someone who just ghosted the blonde across from them. it was nothing briar had done either. no, it was just yubin's fucked up head. too close, too fast. yubin could deal with someone hating them but loving them? that was a different story. they hardly hear her commands of pushing the emergency button, too focused on keeping briar out of the shards of glass on the ground. briefly looks down at her choice of footwear and curse under their breath. knew this was all an accident waiting to happen. this is why yubin had said maybe leaving the drink behind would've been a good idea. but right now wasn't the time for a i told you so either. the elevator drops again and yubin reaches out to steady them self against the walls, eyes never once leaving the femme in concern. "are you okay?" notices the sliding of the glass and lets out a breath as briar moves to sit down away from it. "yeah, but can you come over here? i'd feel much better if you were away from that glass." a frown as they reach their hand out for briar to take, knows it'll leave little space between them. a pause, already reading the blonde's mind. "we can switch sides."
continued from here for @sturmboe .
yubin should be pissed but all that anger seemingly disappeared the moment her injured cat showed back up on her doorstep. every ounce of anger was replaced with worry that struck her in the gut, read all over her face in pinched brows and thin set lips. it was a matter of minutes that the hound had drug her inside, placed the femme atop his bathroom counter and begun to help clean the wound. despite the looks she could tell yamini was giving him. once the bandage was secure around her wrist, yubin lets out a long sigh. a mix of worry, regret, anger. their eyes dart up to meet the cat's and instead of placing hands on their hips in disappointment like they want to, yubin reaches forward, gently tucks a loose strand of dark hair behind her lover's ear. "you had me worried sick. can you tell me what happened now?"
closed starter for @lesbunss, based on this.
“i can smell you, love.” taerin’s voice is a haunting echo in the empty hall. a warning sign to the three bodies splayed out like meat puppets in her wake. “no need to be coy. i would have shared with you if your time wasn’t historically… less than spectacular.”
yubin steps from the shadows only to let the toe of her boots nudge against one of the fallen bodies. a tsk leaves their lips and a shake of their head. "and here i was thinking that we could have dinner with one another. i suppose i should've gotten the flowers after all." a brow arches, yubin watches the vampire closely. "get enough to eat, darling?"
"are you okay?" seoah asks once they've hurried into somewhere private and away from the assailant, her concerned gaze scanning over their frame even though her own heart still feels like it's about to beat out of her chest. / @lesbunss
yubin stands with their back pressed against the wall, runs their thumb over their busted lip and curses under their breath that the attacker even got away. "i'm fine." it's muttered quick before they're gripping onto one of seoah's arms, practically spinning her back and forth to inspect her. "are you hurt? don't lie to me either."
continued from here for @totalhcnesty.
"you are pretty cute." the words are muttered under their breath before brows furrow in a sense of confusion. "wait, what? why? you're a total babe. anyone would be stupid not to want you. myself included."
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“ok, here’s tonight’s rules,” she begins, as though she’s in charge as she stares towards the driver’s seat at y/m. “keep a distance. this is a club, people just wanna dance and have a good time — me, i just wanna do that. we don’t have to tell my dad, either, yeah ??? telling mum is fine.” mostly because she wants her mother knowing what a bad child she is. “you can totally dance, too ! hell, hook up with someone while you’re at it, sometimes i think you need to get laid and stop saying no to everything.”
yubin's hands grip the steering wheel almost too tightly, knuckles going white in frustration as they listen to the femme's words. you would think by now the bodyguard would be getting used to it but it seems to have struck a nerve to night. especially when she comments on needing to get laid. dark eyes roll and yubin reminds their self to unclench their jaw. "and who put you in charge tonight?" a brow lifts, stealing a glance towards jia. a pause, yubin debates their next words but she'd never been really good at holding their tongue. "i do get laid, by the way."
"nothing important though, right?" harin would hope she isn't the cause for anything being ruined; she couldn't blame daun if they were upset about that. "i'm not a baby." though she does give her arms a shake as if it's somehow been an effort to hold the box for a few moments. "you were just complaining about wanting my help not thirty seconds ago! will you make up your mind?"
"nope. that's all at my house for safe keeping." a proud nod of their head. daun had a very nice collection so they didn't mind sharing a few that weren't their favorite in the office. "doubt they're broken anyway with how much bubble wrap i used on them." always the overthink, daun had prepared for this exact thing to happen. "you act like a baby sometimes." daun plucks the box from harin's arms to walk it over to a stack sat against the wall opposite of them. they turn back, hands on their hips with an exhausted sigh. "i think that's pretty much it until the moving guys get here."
continued from here for @egotistival .
val had hardly spoken to isabel since their breakup. along with seeing her in person came the guilt of being the reason for their breakup. after her brother's death, the medium struggled more often than not to form close bonds with people in fear they'd be ripped away. the members of her paranormal team were pretty much the extent of it and some of them really weren't by choice. kit had only stuck around because they were best friends with her brother, danny. val knew that guilt well enough so she didn't run her off even if she should. but everyone else? well, they were out of luck as she built her walls back up. when things got too real, val ran. suddenly, she feels like a caged animal with no where to run as isabel enters the room. she hadn't been expecting company and surely not her ex girlfriend of all people. she blinks before her brain fully catches up and val straightens up in the bed. "right . . . emergency contacts." val nods, the flood of memory the day they decide to add each other as the top person in case of emergency. oh, how it was biting her in the ass now. brows tug together and she shakes her head. "oh, god no. you know i hate flowers." she was part of the sediment that flowers were only meant to die. much preferred a nice house plant even though she couldn't keep them alive. a hypocrite if ever.
@lesbunss liked for a small starter ! open for: m / f / nb !
" we can't be friends anymore when this ends , you know that , right ? "
"don't you think you're being a little dramatic? why can't we be friends? what the fuck?"
continued from here for @sugarsbon .
"poisonous!?" there is clear panic in nix's voice. there was some vocabulary that she was still learning. poisonous was a word she knew well. knew the danger behind it. a big flashing light in her mind that read danger! danger! danger! there's a deadpan look when sora begins to laugh. brows pull together in confusion, lips over her lips. "just cheese." nix repeats the words in an attempt to find the so called joke in the situation. she runs the word through her brain and lands on a sandwich. cheese. this was not the form she remembers it in. interesting. "i was curious. when i pressed this-" nix picks up the can and points directly to the nozzle. "it hissed at me. so i attempted to fight back then it cracked. and it kept hissing at me while injecting from it's vessel." chocolate eyes glance around the room, finally take in the clear mess she's made with a frown settling upon pouty lips. "i apologize for the mess."
continued from here for @lvesyou .
an almost too excited squeal escapes through her lips and janine claps her hands together. "oh, this is so exciting. what do you want to do first? raid the counter for snacks!?" lucky for them, janine had free reign to anything in the gift shop on the lobby floor. "oh!! there's a cute pj set down there too! we could match." if she was honest, she was mostly excited to be spending time with aster again. it had been so long since they had gotten to hang out with one another. things slowly changing over the years and losing their connection due to life. but maybe now things could change around.
┆ ⤿ 💌 ⌗ closed for @lesbunss .
" i had fun , " grace affirms her date , her hands in her pocket to fight the sting of the bitter winter air . " this here is me . " grace nods to the building next to her . " do you want to come up ? "
"i did, too." harvey normally wasn't one for dates but this one ended up being pretty good. the invite isn't super unexpected. they both were having fun. why not continue the party? plus, getting out of the cold air would be nice. "yeah. yeah, that sounds cool to me." they make an attempt to sound nonchalant as they turn to follow grace inside.