❀ 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧[cismale]..[23 years old]..[demi/heterosexual]..[honey oat latte]..[location: his house]..[mentions: tag]..[tags: seon]..────────────────────────────────────────Avery loved mornings. He loved the rain. It was a 2-in-1 deal that morning, when he woke up and discovered that it was drizzling outside. Some people associated rain with things like miserable moods and dreadful events to come, but Avery found it peaceful; it was the best time to take a good book and a steaming cup of tea and hang out near the large window in the front room. And that was exactly his plan. He was undeniably anxious to meet Seon, the young man who had inquired about the extra space in his house. Avery was still a student, and while he didn't have the largest amount of money in the world, he'd gotten an extremely good deal on a rather decent-sized place and hadn't even thought to look elsewhere since. The house belonged to an older couple who didn't live in Thistlewood anymore. They kept the house to rent, for Thistlewood had its charming events that did bring in quite the road, and were happy to accommodate Avery. His search for a roommate had begun since year two of college. He'd been with one for about six months, Xavier, who decided to drop out of college and move back home. Then he was with, or,
supposed to be with Mark, who'd paid and everything, but never showed. Then it was Quinn, who had stayed with him until three weeks ago. Avery found Quinn's energy overwhelming, especially at first, but he'd grown to like the guy. He was a bit of a loudmouth, and also a bit messy, but he was respectful; he took his parties elsewhere and he cleaned up after himself. Avery didn't ask what had changed his mind, but he had quickly announced that circumstances had changed and he could no longer afford it. Avery knew he couldn't afford this place on his own, so the ad went back up. And now he was to meet Seon.
He wasn't one hundred percent sure when the guy was coming, but it wasn't like he had any plans anyway. He changed, washed up, and headed downstairs, determined to do whatever he could to keep his mind off of all the anxious thoughts regarding the stranger. His hands were shaking slightly as he poured water into his kettle, then popped some bread into the toaster. The soft howling of the kettle sounded, filling up the whole kitchen, and he rubbed his hands together. Butterflies had been released in the pit of his stomach, tickling the borders of his skin. This was going to be a long morning. Eventually, the water had boiled and his toast had popped back up, so Avery prepared his breakfast, then set it down on the table and left to find a book. He was guilty for it, but he had at least five on the go; for different moods, of course. He grabbed one he'd read before, knowing his mind wouldn't quite be in it, then returned to the table.
Time passed by very, very slowly. He'd only just noticed a car rolling into the driveway after brushing his teeth from breakfast. Fixing his clothes, Avery steadily made his way to the front door, doing his very best to swallow the nerves he was feeling. Opening the door, he forced a smile ─ and surprised himself by how easily and genuine it actually came to be.
"Hey," he greeted, his tone soft, though not necessarily shy.
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♡ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚[cisfemale]..[21 years old]..[heterosexual]..[strawberry lemonade]..[location: airport -> direction of starbucks]..[mentions: ivy]..[tags: open]..────────────────────────────────────────Eager anxiety pushed through Morgan as she waited for her bags to appear on the baggage carousel. The tip of her Doc Martin boots ─ sleek, for she had cleaned them about three times during her flight of thirteen hours ─ tapped against one another, then she rose on the balls of her feet to click her heels back and forth. Eventually, her bags, both the pretty shade of mauve, arrived, and she nearly lunged forward to grab them. She was used to being in and out of the airport, for between occasional modeling jobs and requests due to her blog, she travelled rather often, but it was still exhausting. Perhaps it was because she never really slept on her flights, no matter how long or how short they were; Morgan was terrified of heights, ironically enough. She felt safe enough being in a plane, but there was always that agitating
what if? in the back of her mind. So, in short, she did not sleep.
She didn’t really need sleep now, just some fresh air and a warm cup of coffee. Airport food never satisfied her, so she grabbed her bags and decided not to make a pitstop. Morgan was thrilled. Thistlewood, the quaint little town she had been lured into upon reading into their fun festivals, did not have an airport, so she had a bit of a drive, but it didn’t matter. The housing department she had booked in said she wasn’t able to come until noon, anyway. She was ever-so-thankful that she was able to find a place for animals; Tigger was her travelling companion, always. She made sure to book flights for animals and get rooms for them, too. He was so good with it, too, and she couldn’t imagine going places without him. Of course, she had had to in the past, but for the most part, things were safe and secure. Now, he dozed off in his comfy carrier as she headed across the street, where the car rentals were. She’d had the option to fill out the paperwork ahead of time, so it didn’t take long at all to grab a vehicle and head off to the town.
Sunglasses perched atop of her head, for it was looking awfully gloomy in the direction she was driving in, Morgan hummed quietly to herself, head bobbing ever-so-slightly. She nearly jumped when a ding sounded from the car, which she then discovered had Bluetooth. Her big brown eyes darted to the screen for barely a second.
Incoming message. Her pinky reached out and clicked the “read” option before she continued looking ahead.
“Sorry this is last second but must cancel someone came,” the monotonous voice read in one breath, so awkwardly that it took an extra moment to process in her mind. Her heart sunk, and she veered off onto the road’s shoulder, parking before fishing out her phone. Someone came? Took the room she had rented? She frantically skimmed through her phone, clicking on her banking app. Sure enough, the money had returned.
She didn’t have a place to stay.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she whined, heart thundering in her ribcage with such intensity that if possible, it would have shot a hole right through her ribcage.
Someone came. She didn’t even have time to feel upset over it. She was less than an hour away from the town and she didn’t have a room. Feeling a surprisingly low amount of annoyance ─ likely due to the panic she was currently dealing with ─ course through her body, Morgan returned to the site where she’d first found a room. Maybe it was fate, something she believed in truly, but there was another ad for the exact same town. Ivy Turner: 24. Looking for some female roommates. A number was attached below, to text and schedule a meeting at a local Starbucks, likely to see if they were a good fit. Morgan’s fingers flew across her keyboard, and she sent a text without even proof-reading it;
hey girl! was wondering if u have any rooms left? will be at the starbucks in about an hour for some coffee if u wanted to meet up?She was back to Square 1 if the rooms were taken, but it was worth a shot. Sighing, struggling very hard to avoid picking up the phone again, Morgan turned back onto the road and continued en route after having switched the address in her GPS from her old room to the Thistlewood Starbucks. She’d figure out what she’d have to do if Ivy Turner didn’t answer once she got into town.
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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐯[cismale]..[22 years old]..[bisexual]..[caffè mocha]..[location: sidewalk]..[mentions: xx]..[tags: open]..────────────────────────────────────────It was miserable outside. Daniel was not happy to note that he had slept in that morning ─ what even were alarms anymore? His never seemed to want to work for him ─ when he’d told himself that with the cooler weather, it would be perfect for a longer jog. Well, he was going regardless; he was out of school now, so when he wasn’t working, it felt like he quite literally had no life. His parents told him over and over and over again that he needed to get a “proper job” with his degree, but Danny wasn’t sure. He wasn’t ready. Starbucks was fine, in his opinion; he was one of the managers, anyway, so it kept him busy enough. Today, in fact, was one of the rare few days he had time off. Though, he was tempted to pick up an evening shift. It wasn’t like he had any other plans.
Sighing to himself, he pulled himself away from his bed, walking zombie-like over to the curtains. Giving them a tug, he instinctively flinched, expecting the sun to obnoxiously come blaring into his room, but he was disappointingly met with grey clouds and sprinkling rain. It wasn’t that Danny
disliked the rain ─ it was actually better than the scorching heat, in his opinion ─ but it made it more difficult to feel alive and prepared for the day. Daniel hadn’t ever been a morning person to begin with, but at least the sun managed to lift his spirits after his morning breakfast and workout. Now not only was he going to have to deal with the dull skies, but he was going to turn into a wet dog by the end of his jog.
The weather didn’t stop him, though. He slipped into a pair of smokey grey shorts and a deep, navy blue t-shirt and pulled his beanie on top of his head, crinkling his nose ever-so-slightly as that oh-so annoying piece of hair dangled near his hazel eyes, as per usual. Then he was off after grabbing his keys, earbuds, and phone, locking the door on his way out. Putting his earbuds in, Danny turned the volume up a good bit, then flipped to Spotify and clicked on his running playlist. Music blocked out the humming of car motors and the crying kid from the house next door, and he set off down the sidewalk, gaze focused. He’d make a trip to either Starbucks or The Tiny Mug after this; a reward to his morning routine.