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HEYY STRANGER!I would love to see your ideas (: I'll see if I can think of some as well.
I DON'T BELIEVE WE'VE MET.
I DONT THINK WE HAVE EITHER. SO NICE TO MEET YOU. Ahh they're both so cute! I really like the first idea. I've never done a plot like that before. But the second is really freaking adorable as well.
IT'S VERY NICE TO MEET YOU AS WELL. MY NAME IS MADONNA.Welll we could do them both! Orrr we can do just the first one! I love both ideas, so yeah. xP
MY NAME IS BEYONCÉ. I HAVE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU. I was really hoping you would suggest doing both lol. I'm up for it!
OH I HAVE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU AS WELL! I ALSO HAPPEN TO BE SHAKIRA.Aaahh well, yay! Haha. So, which character(s) do you want to be?
GIRL THATS AMAZING. I WATCH YOU ON THE VOICE EVERY MONDAY AND TUESDAY. YOUR DUET YESTERDAY=PERFECTION. In the first one could I be "Spencer"? Then you can choose for the second plot (:
GIRL I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT IT WAS SO DARN AWESOME!! I LOVE YOU BEYONCÉ.Sounds good to me annnd it reaaallly doesn't matter for the second one. I find the name Larry super awesome, so I'll take Larry.
YOU WERE ROCKING IT UP THERE. BEAUTIFUL. JUST BEAUTIFUL. I LOVE YOU TOO MADONNA/SHAKIRA!Larry is a pretty badass name. Aaaaaand what are we doing for ages?
WOOOOO. AND YOU KNOW MY HIPS DON'T LIE.Anndddd anywhere between 19-22 ?? I guess haha.
THEY TELL NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH, MY FRIEND.Sounds good to mee. I'll get started on them as soon as I get home (:
EXACTLY!Okie dokie. Do we want detailed or simple?
IVE ALWAYS WANTED HIPS LIKE YOURS. Simple works for me (:
I'D GIVE YOU MINE IF I COULD.Thank goodness.. xP I've got my appearances already.
( ツ )Ɗｅｃｌａｎ | Λｒｍａｎｉ
Under Construction[ ♔ ]ℳａｔｔｅｏ || ℛｏｍａｎｏｆｆ
THANK YOU, I REALLY APPRECIATE IT.I really enjoy both of your characters' faces :P
As do I for your characters xPSO WHO'S WHO FOR YOU?
Dawh shucks (: Thanksss.Tyson is Spencer and Crawford is Zeke
Okay Declan is Nick and Matteo is Larry. ^^How to start thisssssss??
Soundsss good :PFor Tyson and Declan, maybe we can start when Declan first sees his ex, and then eventually finds Tyson.
And then for Matteo and Crawford, maybe they could bump into each other at a grocery store, or anywhere really (noo idea why grocery store popped into my head first lol), and then they start talking a bit, exchange numbers, and then the cuteness starts.
Yussshhhh, okay, first or third person? I don't mind start. xP
Surprise me :P and okie! Thank youu Shakira :P
You're welcome, beautiful BEYONCÉ. :P
Oh, SHAKIRA, you make me blush :P
This party had taken a terrible turn, terribly fast. His first college party and Declan was about ready to smash his head into the nearest wall in the hopes of not feeling the weighing sheepishness. Don't get him wrong, he'd walked through the dorm room’s door with his usual happy-go-lucky attitude and things had been going rather decently until he'd decided to come into sight. Riley. And not just Riley, oh, no, Riley and his new . . . his new Declan. He'd caught them wearing each other like arm candy, laughing at some stupid joke Kayleigh probably told them. Her and her drunk-ass bubbly personality. It was safe to say that such sight had thrown his entire mood to the ground, ultimately crushing every bit of it.
Now, well, now the brown haired boy was devoting the entire remainder of his night guarding the food table along with the punch bowl – obviously spiked. His eyes were trained on his ex-boyfriend and his new lover, chatting it up with subtle touches and flirty smiles. God he hated everything they did. He watched over the rim of his raging red cup the way Riley leaned it, his fingers brushing the other prick's hip. Declan couldn't count the times he'd felt that touch on his own skin. A faint grimace featured over his countenance without his consent as he downed the contents in his cup in a single swig.
Fuck this. What the hell was he doing? What the hell was he letting Riley do to him? It's not like his ex had noticed him yet, which meant that he could still redeem himself. Yes, after all, the night was still young and he couldn't let it go to waste. Not over some asshole like Riley. Perhaps it was the alcohol coursing his veins speaking, but a sudden idea crawled into his foggy head, provoking a stifled smile.
Deciding to let fate guide him, he refilled his cup and gazed at the outskirts of what everyone had decided was the dance floor. And then his eyes landed on him. Brown hair, brown eyes; the attraction was not because his features were strikingly familiar to Riley's. Nooooo. Okay, maybe a little. However, the only thing he knew about this guy was that he dated guys, and that's all he needed. He'd seen him around before but Declan couldn't remember ever have spoken with him. Letting the booze boost his confidence, Declan sauntered through the crowd and to the guy.
Once with earshot, he finally spoke up. “Hey, man.” He waited until he had the guy's attention before giving a nod in greeting.
Totally not awkward.
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Grocery shopping? Not his thing. However, if he didn't then he'd starve for the rest of the week. And Lord knew a hungry Mett was a grumpy Mett. And so, here he was strolling down the frozen goods aisle, grabbing whatever looked remotely appetizing for the nights he knew he'd be much too lazy to actually cook anything as he often did. In fact, Matteo was wanting to become a chef; he'd graduated two years ago due to having skipped his fifth grade. Being nineteen years old meant he was still a teenager, and every teenager loved a good TV dinner every once in a while. The boy got his fresh goods from this market he'd accidentally stumbled upon when he'd been walking Sasha early one morning.
He came to the grocery store for his Hungry Man and frozen pizzas. Unfortunately, nothing was looking all that appetizing now that his cooking classes had rolled in. The only thoughts he was having was what he could add to the frozen pizzas to make them taste better; fry some bacon, add some goat cheese, whatever it was, he knew he could make them more appetizing.
With a sight, Mett dug his hand in his back pocket and slid his phone out. He opened his memo app and began looking at the list he'd made; he'd always been a to-do-lists guy. List for school supplies, list for homework, list of chores, list of lists – you name it, Matteo probably had a list for it. Such habit was most likely inspired from his OCD mother who was currently seeking help with a renown therapist.
All things considered, Matteo should have probably been paying more attention to where he was pushing his cart.
((Sorry about how sucky these are. >~<))
((HAHAHA you're so funny Shakira (I love the new thread name, btw). Those were completely perfect. I apologize in advance for mine))College parties weren't much different than high school parties, Tyson had decided not long after showing up to some random party he had heard about through a friend.
There was drinking, smoking, and music so loud your ear drums felt like they might explode. The dorm the party was being hosted in was humid from all of the sticky bodies in such close proximity to each other. Gross, yes, but for some off reason, Tyson lived for these environments. He's always been an energetic soul, and parties are a good place to blow off some steam. Which is exactly what Tyson was doing right now. After a long week of classes, he needed to get some alcohol flowing through his system. And he did just that. A red solo cup was in his hand at all times, and even then Tyson wasn't sure why he wasn't have much fun.
Maybe it was because at that moment, Tyson was standing towards the edge of the dance floor, engaging in a pointless conversation with a girl who was too drunk for her own good. She slurred on and on about pointless shit as Tyson sipped at the cheap beer in his cup. But no matter how drunk he got, nothing would make the conversation with this girl any more interesting. It was painful, really. Eventually, he pulled the whole "I'm gay" line and she excused herself. Was Tyson offended? No. He was just glad her sorry add left.
Tyson doesn't keep it a secret that he's gay. When he first decided he was gay, he kept it on the down low for a while. But as time went on he came out of the closer. He's been openly involved with guys since he was about 16. It was pretty well known around the school that he was gay as well, which didn't bother Tyson. Most people don't have a problem with it, anyway. Why should his personal preference matter to other people, anyway? Tyson couldn't imagine himself happily dating a girl now, or ever, for that matter. Guys are hotter anyway.
So of course Tyson was fairly intrigued when Declan came up to him. He had seen him around before, a few times actually. He couldn't recall them ever talking before, but with his foggy brain he couldn't be sure. "Hey," he greeted, a drunk smile lighting up his features, as he took another swig from his cup. "Can I help you?" He asked,raiding his voice slightly to be heard over the loud music. His question was slightly suggestive. The alcohol could take some of the blame for that, but something like that isn't too in characteristic for Tyson.
He likes guys, what can I say?
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Crawford had put off grocery shopping for as long as he possibly could have. Last night for dinner he had some stale saltine crackers with the last of the jelly. It's safe to say Crawford hasn't been eating the best after moving out of his parents house. In his nineteen years of life he's never appreciated his parents more. He misses eating home cooked meals and letting his mom do his laundry for him. That was what was going through his mind as he miserably pushed his cart through the seemingly endless aisles of the grocery store.
Of course he was buying crap. Pretzels, Nutella, doughnuts, cookies, ect. It's a miracle Crawford remains as lean as he does. That's what he gets for having a fast metabolism. And it's not like his mother was there to scold him for buying junk food. So as long as he didn't gain 100 pounds, Crawford saw no reason to change anything.
Eventually Crawford decided he needed to buy some real food. Frozen TV dinners make the lives of college kids easier across the world, that's what Crawford has always said, anyway. So he put a few of those in the cart, along with some frozen pizzas. He looked down at the items in his cart. That would last for a while, that way he wouldn't have to make another trip back here. He's used to stopping by a grocery store for a gallon of milk about once a week, and buying dog food every few weeks as well, but doing big shopping trips like this was a rarity.
Crawford was looking at a notification in his phone when he felt his cart bump into another. He immediately looked up. "Shit, man. My bad, I-
Matteo?"
((Heyy! No rush or anything I was just wondering if you still wanted to do this?))
((GODDAMM BEYONCÉ! I didn't see this. x.x.))
((HAHAHA it's all good Shakira. I know how busy you must be and everything :P))
((Lol I'm not THAT busy, I just genuinely didn't see this. Sorry, again, aha.))
((Haha you're all good. I understand :P))
((So, Beyonce, I literally spend 15 minutes looking for this thread because I forgot that it was named beyonce and shakira and not our actual names. x.x))
Alright, so this guy was even hotter up close. Brown hair, brown eyes, he could be considered plain to other people, but Declan had always been a fan of that combination. There was a reason Riley had a similar appearance to the guy he'd actually just walked up and spoken to. For a moment. Declan's confidence faltered at the realisation that maybe the guy hadn't heard him. However, he was quickly proven otherwise. Their eyes met and a easy smile sprouted on his lips, leaning back on his heels as the guy spoke to him. He had to strain a little to be able to hear him over the booming noise most people liked to call music, but he was able to make out the parts he hadn't heard by reading his lips.
“Well, actually,” Declan began, his smile quickly turning into a suggestive smirk as his eyes glanced around the room. The tone the man in front of him had used made him think that he'd be able to lure him inside a room pretty damn fast, however, this was a dorm room and he was pretty damn sure someone was already occupying the bedroom. But he was suddenly caught of guard when he caught Riley's eyes watching him from across the room. Fuck. He needed to act fast. Out of impulse, Declan did the very first thing he could think of. His hand shot out and grabbed the familiar stranger's shirt, quickly pulling him down on his lips.
So maybe he'd get the shit beat out of him because of that move, but as long as Riley didn't see, he didn't care what happened. After a few moments, Four Eyes (a nickname his brother had come up with the day he'd been obliged to wear prescription glasses) pulled away, but didn't let go of the shirt just yet. “Meet me in 507,” He murmured, their lips brushing for one last moment before he let go, turned around and walked out of the party. His heart pounded with pride despite how red his face was. Before he stepped out of the door, he threw the solo cup in the garbage and turned down the hallway, making his way in the room over – his room. Yeah, his dorm room was right next to the damn party, another reason why he had no choice but to go.
That's when Declan realised the guy probably thought this was a hookup. If he even did choose to come. But in reality, he had other plans in mind, but needed a bit of quiet to not have anybody accidentally hear him.
“Ah, shit.”
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As previously stated, Matteo should have paid more attention as to where exactly he was walking. Crashing into somebody at the grocery store was about as embarrassing as accidental pantsing yourself in front of your entire grade six class; a moment he did not want to relive, thank you very much. “I'm so sorry, I-” Words jumbled with others not of his own, but the silence settled between the both of them at the exact same time. But, as per usual, the guy beat him to the punch.
Crawford? Fucking Crawford? The surprise was evident in his eyes as he looked at the other boy, his ex-boyfriend. In all honesty, he hadn't changed much.
“Crawford,” Mett said after a few, long, moments. “Holy crap.” Despite himself, he chuckled, finding no reason to be so shocked. He relaxed his shoulders, his smile broadening. “Fancy meeting you here. How have you been?” He asked, slowly placing his phone in his back pocket, figuring that his list could wait. He couldn't believe that he'd literally bump into Crawford at the grocery storey – of all places!
One glance down at his ex's cart made him smile warmly; still the same old Crawford from back then. Well, he was just as guilty, but he hadn't put any of the frozen dinners in his cart yet, having been contemplating if he should just make his own pizza instead of buying and adding to the frozen contents. The former was what he was leaning toward.
((If you don't want to do this anymore, it's cool!))
((I honestly laughed when I read that lol. That's perfect (; when I first saw the notification for this, I was confused because I didn't recognize it at first haha. And of course I still want to do this!))
Tyson couldn't help but be interested by whatever this guy had to say. And his suggestive smirk only made him more curious. At parties it isn't exactly a strange thing to have random people come up and talk to you, everyone is always more confident with a little alcohol flowing through their system, but this guy was intriguing and was actually able to keep a hold of Tyson's drunken attention. He was definitely a little more interesting than whatever slut Tyson was talking to only a few moments ago. Not to mention, Tyson was feeling kind of... Social tonight. And if this guy wanted some compost, hell, Tyson would be more than willing to help him out.
Despite this mindset of his, Tyson was still surprised by this stranger suddenly grabbing his shirt and pulling Tyson towards him. It's not everyone night that some random stranger comes up to you and then decides to kiss you. But Tyson wasn't complaining, he wasn't complaining at all. A hot guy wants to kiss him? Yes please.
Due to all of the alcohol he had consumed that night, Tyson wasn't very stable on his feet, and easily stumbled forward into the guy. It took a moment for his brain to put it all together, but he eventually processed that he was being kissed, and as if it were instinct, he kissed him back. It didn't last long, at least Tyson didn't think it lasted very long, and then the guy was pulling away. He probably looked pretty confused by that point, but Tyson doesn't ever really know what's going on. And alcohol doesn't help that.
Tyson leaned towards him as he saw that he was starting to talk again. Room 507. He felt himself nodding, agreeing to go to some random room with some random person who just randomly kissed him. Sketchy? A sober person might think so, but when you're drunk and craving some kind of attention, you don't really stop to think about these kinds of things. Plus, this is college. Everyone get themselves into situations like these, it's no big deal anyway. There really was no harm in this at all.
Tyson just assumed it would be a one night stand kind of deal, which he wasn't about to object to. The guy was gone before Tyson could say anything, and Tyson followed after him not long after.
Room 507.
Tyson stood outside the room, not very steady on his feet, as he reached out and knocked on the door. All he was thinking about was how he hoped this wasn't some sort of prank.
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Matteo looked as surprised as Crawford felt. And Crawford imagined that he probably looked just as surprised. Who would expect to bump into their ex boyfriend in such a... Normal setting. Like really, a grocery store? You always expect these kinda of reunions to be so much more extravagant. But, no, not in this case. Rather, there wasn't anything extravagant about this reunion. To the outside eye, there really wasn't anything special about this situation whatsoever.
Crawford found himself laughing quietly at this situation as well. He's always been one to laugh at inappropriate times, not that this was a particularly bad time to laugh. This little meet-up was just unexpected and therefore laughter seemed like a good thing to resort to. Matteo was laughing as well, so it was okay for Crawford to laugh as well.
"I've been pretty good. Can't complain," Crawford said, leaning on his shopping cart slightly. Truthfully, Crawford's life has been painfully uneventful. He goes to his classes, studies, and then fills in at work whenever he is needed. It wasn't Crawford's ideal, but sometimes boring is better than hectic. Of course Crawford makes his life hectic is undesirable ways, for example he likes to wait until a night or two before an assignment is due before starting it. But that's not exactly exciting.
"What about you? How have you been?" Crawford asked Matteo, wanting to know how his ex has been doing. They didn't end on bad terms, and Crawford still cared about him. He may not admit it out loud or even make it obvious, but he was happy to see Matteo again.
So, MxM. If you'd like, I can jot down my ideas or if you have any cravings of your own, we can totally do them. ^^