I wanna create complicated angsty plots with this babe, bored in this quarantine. Hit me up or like this and I’ll come for you. I want people of color<3 I prefer to play against another male, BUT open for both.
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Kendall shoots Amar a playful look. “You’re supposed to be on my side, bro. Not her’s.” Kendall says, though he’s sure Amar is right — Kendall will be on Natasha’s nerves but she gets on his. Still, he doesn’t have to own up to that in front of his friend, even if his friend is true. “Oh, you not the jealous type huh? Remember Daniel? That friend I had that was in my major in college? We would hang out together sometimes and you’d get mad.” Kendall says, thinking back to how much fun the two of them had in college. That was so long ago now. Kendall holds his hand up to stop Amar. “Lemme stop you right there. I ain’t putting down the bottle unless it start negatively affecting my life. And best believe when we have kids I’m gonna have to roll a few blunts every now and then.” Kendall takes another drink, swallowing a giving Amar a look. “A drinking game? I’m thirty-five years old I don’t need to be playing any drinking games….but go on and find one I’m intrigued.”
“Of course I’m siding with her,” Amar says, reflecting the playful look he is given. He sighs and rolls his eyes at his friend as he starts rambling on about their college years. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I never liked Daniel, he was just....” Realizing how stupid he’s sounding, Amar adjusts his position and clears his throat. “Shit, I do sound jealous?” He laughs, scratching the back of his head a bit embarrassed. “Yes, thats my guy, music to my ears.” His hand reaches for his phone in his pocket, and uses a moment before he successfully types in drinking game for two. “Shit, too many damn options. Uhm, okay here we have one. Truth, dare or drink... Okay you right we too damn old for this, sounds like what teenagers play when their hormones be wildin.” He laughs whilst shaking his head. “Fuck it, we celebrating. Let us be kids one last time before we wake up and gotta be the most grown grownups. Rules are simple, you pick truth or dare, the app – yo they serious with this game, got an app and errthang – then the app gives you a dare or truth. You either take the challenge or you drink.” He reaches forward, pour both their glasses and hands his friend the phone. “Okay, I wanna go first. I pick... truth.”
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Kendall takes the glass from his friend, pouring him another glass before passing it back to him, settling back against the couch to get comfortable once more. He’s already buzzing. No…past buzzing. He’s just drunk, and as he realizes that, he has to chuckle softly to himself for a moment. “Man, you know I’m not about to ghost you.” Kendall says with a laugh, shaking his head as he takes another drink from his glass. “I’ma need somewhere to escape from when Natasha starts getting on my nerves.” Kendall jokes. “You ain’t even got to lie. I know you the jealous type, it’s okay to admit it, Amar. Why you sensitive though? Ain’t like you losing me or nothing. I mean, yeah, I’m getting married, but we still gon’ be friends. Can’t nothing change that.”
Amar sips on his drink whilst listening to the other talk. He gives his shoulders a small shrug. “You mean before you’ll start getting on her nerves,” he jokes back. The drunk male lets his mouth drop dramatically as his friend accuses him of being the jealous type. “I’m not the jealous type,” he mumbles before sipping down the rest of his glass. Okay yeah, he totally was. “Nah, I know, I know. Is just, I’ve seen this story play out before. Marriage, kids, sobriety–” he cuts himself off and waves his hands in front of his face. “Enough sad talk, let us find some lame drinking game on google.”
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Kendall is refilling his glass of bourbon, leaned forward on the couch to carefully pour the amber liquid into the glass — a new expensive set that had been a gift from one his coworkers who golfs on the same courses as Tiger Woods. Kendall sits back, one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other bringing the glass to his lips for another swig. He should be slowing down, but he and Amar are celebrating. Besides, his fiancée isn’t here to scold him for drinking, she’s spending some time with her friends for some spa weekend before the wedding.
“It’s been a minute, man.” Kendall agrees with a chuckle, not really paying much attention to the game playing on the flatscreen tv. Kendall kisses his teeth, “Come on now, don’t start with all that.” He says, though even he can’t deny how nice his house is. He worked hard to shave enough money to get it, to furnish it, and his caseload is a direct reflection of that. “Nobody I’d rather share my first drink in here with than you. You want another?”
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Amar closes his eyes for a moment as he takes a deep breathe, the alcohol was slowly getting to his head but in the best way possible. No way he was slowing down now. A voice inside him just told him to keep them drinks coming. “Course I want another one, I’m about to outdrink you, Nash.” He teases, lifts his glass up and holds in Kendalls direction. “Gracias,” he nods as the other pours him another. “Look at you, all manned up. Soon wifed up. Not gon’ lie tho I saw it coming, this lifestyle suits you. You just ain’t allowed to ghost me after all this. I’m your best man, remember? Now I ain’t the jealous type, normally, but I’m a bit sensitiv when it comes to you, you know.” Around Kendall, Amar has no filter, especially not after a couple of drinks. “Man, I’m so happy for you,” he keeps rambling.
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Amar was getting a bit too tipsy for his own good. But fuck it, he was celebrating Kendall moving into his new house. Jeez, a big step, and the place looked bomb. He was proud of his hardworking friend, and they both felt like letting loose over some good ol’ booze. “Shiiiit, I can’t remember last time I felt this good,” he exhaled with his lips forming a satisfied grin. “Thank you for having me Mr. Fancy House.”
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mentioning her carpet, made her reconsider. maybe he got take some more time if it meant that her carpet would stay stainless. and a chuckle then left her lips, “this is why we can’t hang too often, or else i would’ve been 250 pounds eventually.” angelina cuddled in close to him as he sat down. also pulling the cup to her lips to taste it. it tasted great, sugary and sweet. just how she liked it. “you did good, i’m proud.” the brunette picked up the remote and started scrolling through netflix. “so what are we in the mood for mister? with this cocoa i’m in the mood for a christmas movie.”
"waaait,” he paused, putting down the cup before turning his upper body towards the other. “are you saying you purposely don’t hang out with me too often to not get fat?” part of him was still joking, but part of him was a tiny bit curios. “don’t answer that,” he laughed and shook his head before turning his figure back to face the tv. “i’m practically the only person you hang out with so your point is invalid.” he sunk a bit further down in the soft pillows and placed his arm around her shoulder so that she’d be more comfortable. “i’m not even sure. are we in a mood for political, comedy, psychological thriller, romance, drama, horror?”
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@brxghtneon / based.
“what’s taking you so long? start up the damn movie.” the brunette told him as cuddled up on the couch. the two of them had been friends for years by now. even though angelina had a busy life, with work constantly piling up on her desk, it seemed like they always found time to meet. and he was probably the person who knew almost everything about her, from simple things like her favorite movies to basically her whole dating history. it seemed like the guys she dated just weren’t what she was looking for. and her work being a big issue for many of them, they often felt like they were pushed to the side which wasn’t exactly false but… none of the guys were just good enough.
“Ey don’t stress me, you know how clumsy I get when you be stressing me. Do you want popcorn all over the couch and hot chocolate on your million dollar carpet?” Amar taunted with a raise of his eyebrow as he placed the hot chocolate on the table in front of her. “For you my lady, extra cream cause we ain’t about no damn sad life starving ourselves with low fat this low fat that. I mean why the fuck torture yourself and drink hot chocolate if it’s gonna be sugar free? Nasty.” He fell down on the couch next to her, his big body pressing against hers. “Ahh, okay I’m ready. Just let me taste this chocolaty heaven-“ he cut himself off and took a sip of his favorite beverage. His lips formed a very satisfied smile, damn he was getting good at this. “Fuck I’m the best,” he sighed with his creamy mustache.
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AZRAEL had a funny way of coping with heartbreak. He was never going to outwardly display his feelings for anyone to see; vulnerability wasn’t his thing. Even though things didn’t work out between him and KALI, he still very much respected her and wasn’t going to make her fend for herself when he had a very open space to share with her. Truth is, neither one of them could afford to move out on such short notice, and he was stubborn, he wasn’t going to bend over backwards to do so. He hardly spent any time at home anyways; he was always working, so he felt the transition would be easy and the awkward moments would be cut down to a minimum. AZRAEL walked into their condo after spending the morning running some errands with a bag of breakfast foods in tow. He realized that the guest he had over the night prior was probably a lot louder than he’d even been comfortable with, so he couldn’t imagine how KALI felt. His eyebrows rose momentarily and relaxed with a leisure nod of his head as he walked past her as she sat on the living room table; he headed into the kitchen to unpack the food on the counter. “Mmm.” He chuckled at the reminder of his previous sexual encounter. “My bad. I… wasn’t gon’ say shit, though. Remember when that used to be you?” he taunted with a raise of his eyebrow as he picked up the to-go box that he picked for himself. “I’m fuckin’ wit’ you. So don’t start your preaching. It’s food on the counter in here if you want some.” he backed off, disappearing into the bedroom before she even got a chance to respond — he expected hellfire from her.
Kali couldn’t help but chuckle along when he referred to their sex life. She was honestly too chill to preach and make a scene, plus it was a bit funny and the alcohol in her system made her entire mood lighter. As he disappeared out of the room, she found herself just staring in the direction of the bedroom. A light sigh escaped her lips as she put down the letters she was stressing about. Honesty was, she was hella bored and just wanted some company. Although she tried to play it off, she knew deep down that it was his company she wanted and missed. But she was too stubborn to admit it to herself. Azrael was just in general still a very sensitive topic in her mind, and she tried her best to dodge it as much as possible. She downed the rest of her glass and stood to her feet. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” mumbled the brunette to herself as she made her way to the bedroom. At first, when she stopped, she just stared the door down for like a minute before she had built the courage to knock. It wasn’t even a big deal, but Kali was so weak and weird when it came to the other, still now that they were broken up. She opened the door when given a respons that she could, and leaned against the doorframe. “Uhm, you hungry? Wanna watch something? I don’t Az, I just don’t wanna be alone.”
Kali considered herself a simple woman. She preferred conversations that were straightforward and honest, she expected respect and open dialogue and that was pretty much it. Besides that she didn’t expect too much, especially not given the current situation she found herself in. Trapped in a tiny apartment with her ex due to broke life. What a damn cliche. Kali didn’t like love, it took too much time and space and it never fucking worked out. And truth was, she really thought it would with Azrael cause the feelings were just so intense and they were so good. For a moment she didn’t just like love, she loved it. But as reality kicked in and everyday problems such as bills and rent and whatnot entered the picture, love and her just lost contact. The rough surface scratched her knees as she fell from cloud nine and back down on grey and gloomy earth.
With her knees on the table, Kali poured herself a third glass of wine whilst adjusting the too big sunglasses placed on the bridge of her nose. What better would she do than drink her sorrows away on a sunday afternoon whilst looking through all the letters she had received. Payed, not payed, definitely not payed, fuck forgot to pay that, need to delay that. “Don’t even try me Az. I had a long as week, plus for some reason you only bring back bitches who scream as if you’re recording a damn porn video, so I didn’t motherfucking sleep last night. So just take your judgmental looks somewhere else, livingroom is mine for the day.” @velvetddys
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✧ ➝ character: kylar park. | open to: m/nb | suggested connections: significant other | plot: he’s taking your muse as his plus one to a gala dinner for the first time ever give me all the fluff please | rules and guidelines.
Kylar smoothened out the fabric of his suit as he looked into the mirror, a satisfied smile on his lips. “I want you to come with me,” his smile stretched a little wider as he approached them, “Will you? I can finally show you off to everyone and people would finally stop asking my parents to marry me into their family.” He wrinkled his nose, “I want everyone to know that I’m yours.”
Araniaz felt the insides of his palms getting moist within seconds. The question lit a whole box of fireworks inside him, nerves shivering down his spine. “Really?” He whispered, unable to prevent his lips from forming a genuine smile. “But Kylar, you know I’m bad with people. What if I make a fool of myself– even worse, what if I make a fool of you? I don’t wanna disappoint your family.”
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Elijah squinted at Akin, not sure to think of his hesitancy. “Why the hell would I joke about someone following me?” It had him scared for his family’s lives and he wanted to make sure he was prepared. His voice lowered to practically a whisper. “Look, you don’t need to tell me any details, just….I just want to know if Leo sent you.” Mentioning his dad’s name was maybe too obvious but he had to know.
Akin gave his shoulders a tiny shrug, trying not to come across as a total douche, (which for some reason felt important to him in that moment, to not be looked upon by Elijah as a total asshat). “Yeah,” he exhaled heavily, not really doing the best at keeping his mouth shut. He wasn’t suppose to say shit, but somehow the other male just dragged it out of him without even trying. “But you’re good don’t worry, I got you. Trust me, out of all the men your dad could’ve chosen, he sent me. So, when I say you’re good, you’re good. Cause if you ain’t, I’m fucking dead too.”
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open starter. m/f/nb. “the leader of the gang i’m in told me to guard this family with my life and i don’t know why but i’m doing it but i end up befriending them and holy shit the older brother is cute as hell; little do i know that it’s my leader’s family and someone might be trying to hurt them to get revenge on him”
He couldn’t let Jason know what happened. Elijah’s little brother still didn’t know the truth about their father’s job, and he’d freak out if he did. That’s why, despite how hard his heart was pounding when he came inside, he put on a smile for Mom and Jason. He didn’t show any sign of his worry until the nine year old was focused on his video game and Elijah was able to quietly corner their new friend. “Look, I need you to tell me the truth, did someone send you here?“ he whispered. "There was—I thought I saw someone following me home from work. Are we in danger?”
Akin kept getting himself into some weird shit, and frankly he didn’t know why he kept doing what he was doing. But then again it wasn’t like he had many options at this point, once joined a gang you were goddamn stuck in the gang unless you disappeared or fucking died or whatever. Akin was told to protect this family, and didn’t ask any questions. It crossed his mind a couple of times on his way over that he maybe should start with them questions, but there was no point in being dramatic at this point. He just had to do his job.
“Uhm, is that a trick question?” He scratched the back of his head and locked eyes with the other male. “I mean, I’m not really suppose to talk too much you know. Spill too much. But uhm, don’t worry I got you now so you safe. Just don’t fucking do anything crazy, okay? Please don’t make my job more demanding than it has to be.”
"Staring for that long is not just creepy bro, but I think it might hurt your vision eventually." Riaz was honestly just desperately looking to get out of his current, very awkward situation. The other male was very attractive which was stressing him out even more, and he just didn’t know what to do with his slender body. It was like the others eyes just froze Riaz’ body, casting a spell upon his soul or something like that. “Can I help you?”
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iMessage 📲
ANTHONY: so does orange so i don't mind going to jail
ANTHONY: mhmm that's what i thought. better have been a dog
ANTHONY: where did you see it?
RIAZ: lmao i gaddmn love your crazy ass
RIAZ: it's juicy too you know, your ass
RIAZ: we bonded on the tram. i was on my way to the label
RIAZ: it just looked at me and i fell in love..
RIAZ: i need a french bulldog like luke
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iMessage 📲
ANTHONY: idk why you're telling me this
ANTHONY: it's like you want to get shot
RIAZ: jealousy sure does suit ya
RIAZ: it was a DOG babe
RIAZ: a french lil cutie sent from above
RIAZ: i'm in love 3
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iMessage 📲
ANTHONY: is it food again
RIAZ: oh shut up
RIAZ: it was the cutest lil thing
RIAZ: his name was luke