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starter for @softdalliance​​ .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“We haven’t done this in awhile,” Alex’s voice is gentle, a nice complement to the soft twinkle in his baby blues. Life in Manhattan had always been fast and furious, and before them, he had grown accustomed to the speedy pace of life. Love does crazy things to one, and being around them has him begging time to slow down - just so he can feel their touch linger a little longer, be bathed in their warmth just a little bit more. It’s way past noon on a Tuesday, and Alex is content with the change from a common Tuesday environment of being at work and training. “Playing hooky? My greatest and proudest date idea yet,” a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips while he moves closer to the other. This bed could be stranded in the middle of the ocean, and it surely is still home.

so - i’m still trying to move on and heal from my break up last month and it’s been putting me in real sappy mood. so do like for a romance based starter lol

ex’s au .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Maya's not necessarily the biggest fan of coffee, but that doesn’t stop her from inhaling the strong coffee aroma filling the cafe. The blonde has always preferred tea, it’s calmer, she would always say in defence of her preference. In a world that always felt like it was moving ten times faster than she was, she held onto the little things that grounded herself. Now, the cafe had always been one of the locations she’d frequent (with them) before this, but had avoided since the two parted ways. Too many memories, too much hurt involved to come here and be forced to reminisce.  But today shall be a new day, right? The birds seem a bit chirpier today, the sun a bit more golden today - it had to signify a new start. Her tote bag hung from the top of her chair, her phone set on the table along with her warm cup of green tea. She’d added two full packs of sugar today, that’s a half more than what she usually would, but new beginnings deserve a little extra sweetness right? A little reward for braving herself to visit her once favourite cafe again. All was seemingly going well, and she’s writing all about it in her little black leather journal - until the barista calls out an oat milk latte in their name. It’s hard to miss the skip in her heartbeat, and heat spreads across her cheeks and all over her neck. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she attempts to ground herself, but they reopen with reluctance and dart to the counter and indeed, there they were. “Shit,” she whispers, as she tightens her hold on her pen, scrambling (and failing) to push her attention back to writing.  

omg.... i haven’t been on here for the absolute longest time and real life has gotten so incredibly shitty that all i wanna do is write again to escape reality!!!!!

i would love to get a reply to this :-(

hi babes! sooooo, my city’s stuck in a lockdown and i haven’t left the house in weeks, so under the read more, i’ve created a list of plots that i’ve been DYING to write about!!!! if you are interested in any, drop a like or just message me with whichever plot that you wanna do with me !!!!!!!! :-) 

plEASE i’ve not properly written in so long i juST WANNA WRITE. 

it’s been about six months since they had tied the knot, and though he isn’t sure how the other’s feeling about this whole entire thing and him, he’s more than positive that he’s drop dead in love with them, even more so that he thought he was going to. there’s no denying in saying that he’s happy he can call them his spouse, though he hates that it’s under such circumstances. nevertheless, alex only gives them everything he has got to offer, loves them with all his heart and cares for them with every possible inch of his body. and now that he’s taken the title of a husband for six months, he figured he’d surprise them.

the quiet chirps of the birds signify that it’s early, but the animation flowing through his veins is clueless to the world’s hatred for early mornings. He thinks about the pretty watch sitting in the luxurious box next to the bed, and how it’ll go well with the pancakes generously coated with butter and syrup would go well hand in hand with it. as he gently places the tray filled with sinfully sugary breakfast dishes on the bed, he begins to coax the other out of their slumber. The movement of his fingers on the line of sunlight kissing their skin is gentle, his voice husky and tranquil, “hey, wake up, love. i made you breakfast- you’re gonna regret it if you don’t wake up.”

“milk? think we ran out,” iris semi-distractedly responds to the other, eyes mostly focused on the television but she tries to subtly take a peek from the corner of her eye. iris finds herself in yet another non ideal situation, a crammy apartment to begin with. to add on to woes, she’s sharing it with her ex. surely they didn’t end on the best terms, and that explains the annoyance that creeps up in her every time they come into sight. there are about a million foul things she wants to say, but she tries to remain civil. it’s not like either of them has anywhere to go, especially during this period of time, and she decides against starting an argument that would leave her angrier than she was the day they broke up. however, it’s been over a week since the last time either of them had the chance to leave the small apartment, and every little thing is getting on her nerve, “maybe if someone had bought the groceries when i told them to.” the words are mumbled, enough to satisfy the words begging to slip out of her mouth but not too loud to start another fight- at least, she thinks. 

made some changes to my muses and page, so i’m ready to get writing! i’m never not in the mood for some angst and/or fluff, so please like for a starter! 

hi... hey.... anybody wanna plot or create a thread during this lockdown heheheh....... even though i’ve not been properly here for 4 years...........

              “If you don’t like how I’m acting, just divorce me!” She throws the word around like it’s merely another word with no meaning. Every little disagreement has her bringing it up, and sometimes it might even seem like she’s constantly waiting for a chance to. Her golden hues stare up at them, her bottom lip jutting out in a frown as a wave of emotions washes over her. A step closer to them she takes and she digs her nail into their chest before she continues to speak, “If you can’t handle me, maybe you should have thought of that before you agreed to marry me.” It’s almost surprising how such growly voice could exit from such a petite girl, who for the most part, has a friendly look on her face. “So, what? Don’t like what I’m doing? How I’ve been acting? You hate me? Divorce me, I dare you.” Her vision is blurred now, and immediately, she blinks it away, the back of her hand roughly wiping them away.

             To say that the marriage had been a complete and utter failure would be a lie, they’ve had their fair share of romance but she’s a little too proud to admit that this arranged marriage is working. So with the very littlest potential she sees for a fight, she’s investing in it. 

His forehead glistens with sweat whilst he plays with the frays at the end of his shirt. Seated at the tiny stool at the corner of their room, he discretely tries to wipe the tear threatening to fall. He knew college and intern would be hard, but he just hadn’t expect to be working even on his days off for a bunch of people who do not even appreciate his work. His baby blues blink away any evidence of a sadness as he tries to mask it with mere annoyance, a facade that isn’t well put up as the tiniest of whimper escapes his lips, and he prays the other doesn’t hear him. “You heard nothing,” he tries to joke it off, and brushes it off with a forced laugh. He turns away, back to the laptop where he blankly stares and mindlessly scrolls through the document, a deathly grip on the mouse. If it had been an actual mouse, the poor animal would have been strangled to death by now.  

“Is this your first time here?” The question was a mock tail of genuine curiosity, a little interest and the tiniest pinch of snark-- she personally hasn’t seen the other around before, and doesn’t understand why she suddenly is. Luna Arons knows she’s the It Girl, and that has led her to think her countless fashion campaigns and Vogue covers paints over the fact that she can come off like a snob. “I mean, I’ve never seen you around,” She pauses, then gestures her dainty fingers to the exclusive club, packed with countless figures that need no introduction, “here.” A brow is raised as she asks, before the smirk turns into a charming grin. “Luna,” she introduces herself, though she thinks to herself that a last name is not necessary -- they probably already know who I am. The introduction was merely a weak humble attempt. It was unknown if she was intentionally trying to make herself out to be a snob, perhaps she was trying to set superiority or even, impress the other? The original question was out of interest anyway, right?

okay full offense, i wrote a lot of my old plot ideas and bios (hell, the entirety of my blog) was created when i was 13/14 and i’m like 20 now so i’m quite frankly a whole ass different person and i’m cringing at my biographies for my muses but again, i’m too fucking lazy to edit anything yikes