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𝒕𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 !!

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The Café's Open! ━ Orginal, Slow-Burn Romance. (FxM)

Welcome... ♥︎

Hello everyone. Thank you for stopping by and reading my thread!
My name is Sunnie, I'm twenty-six, married, and have been roleplaying for quite some time. Though I've taken breaks every now and then, my love for writing and improving my craft never falters. My biggest hobby is reading romance (although I am delving into different genres right now) so a lot of my ideas and plots give that romance book vibe. I adore slow-burn stories, building on heated glances and tension until our lovely characters finally snap! I want to be upfront that I am a slow replier, I work full-time with children so my energy is typically always at a zero. (I also suffer from a chronic illness!) I won't promise replies I can't give, so they come when they come. I'm aware that is incredibly vague sounding, but if you're willing to give me an ounce of patience I'll do my best not to disappoint.

I am on different sites under different names, so this thread might be slightly familiar.

Preferred RP Location: Threads! > PMs.
Prose: First or third POV, past tense.​
Average Reply Length: 400 - 800 words.​
Time Zone: EST (GMT-5)​

Expectations for You! ♥︎

・Capable of writing a dominant male. (Idc your IRL gender!)
・Averages at least 400+ words per post. I'm not very picky with post length, but 100-200 will not keep my attention.
・The ability to plot, provide your own ideas, and push the story forward. Passiveness will not be accepted!
・A great first message! First impressions mean a lot to me, messages that just 'Wanna RP?' will be ignored.
・Patience for my sloth butt, I generally work better with those who are also slow at replying and flexible.
・At the very least 20+ in age, since it's what I'm most comfortable with.

Plot Ideas... ♥︎

At the moment, I'm really craving men obsessed with their ladies, cowboys, and small-town romances. I'm happy for it to be set within modern times, but I would love if it was set within the 80s/90s as well. Think Twin Peaks, or hell even Stranger Things. (Just the town vibes, not the monsters and stuff.) I want to build a slow-burn romance that'll have us gnawing on our keyboards with how tension-filled it is. These, building up to well-written smut scenes, is what I truly crave. If none of my ideas jump out at you, but you still think we'll get along together, don't be afraid to reach out with your own ideas! Please don't make me think of all the ideas. 💔

The amount of hearts next to the plot name shows how much I'm interested in it!

Cowgirls Do It Better

Cowgirls Do It Better (♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎)
・He thought joining the military would be his death sentence. No family, no friends, no future prospects; the military was the only thing he could do with his life. His last charade before allowing the violence of war to take him. Except, it didn't. Instead, he excelled. He made friends, found a family that genuinely cared for him. And when he and his best friend retired, with nowhere to go, he hesitantly accepted the offer to work on his family's farm. That's where she was, all woman and unafraid of his quirks. He needed to work with his hands to get by, to not think, so she taught him the way of the farm. How to calm the horses, how to feed the pigs without being covered head to toe in mud, how to live. If only she wasn't his best friend's older sister.

Our Daily Rituals

Our Daily Rituals (♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎)
(Incredibly open ended, will need more plotting / discussing.)
・New towns and new faces, what's the worst that could happen? A young woman begins working as a new elementary school teacher in a small town, unsure of her new life ahead of her. After a long battle, he has finally gained full custody of his young child. Despite being known as cold, standoffish, and otherwise unfriendly to the rest of the town, he's determined to ensure his child's life is full of love and joy. Even if that means getting closer than he wants to their new teacher.

Lastly... ♥︎

This isn't mandatory, but I'm a huge sucker for face-claims. Especially Celebrity face-claims. If you're willing, I would love if anyone would use either Jacob Elordi, Austin Butler, Bill Skarsgård, Pedro Pascal, or Oscar Isaac for a face-claim. I'm not typically one to control any aspect of my partner's characters, this is definitely just a preference that we don't have to stick to. However, I will note that I'm not very interested in egotistical, overly confident, asshole personalities in characters. I will absolutely lose interest if your character is anything like a spoiled Prince who thinks everything belongs to him.

Please feel free to reach out if you're interested!
I'm so excited to hear from you. (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

The Café's Open ━ Orginal, Slow-Burn Romance. (FxM)

Update: New Plots!
Looking for some partners to do the new ideas I put up. :)

♥ “𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬” ♥ 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞

ꫂ ၴႅၴ 𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚-𝑴𝒂𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 ꫂ ၴႅၴ

・ 27 years old. ・

・ ❝ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵. ❞ ・

・ 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐫 ・

As a child, Little Ridge and Mossy Oaks Farm was Lily-Mae's get away for the summer. Away from her overbearing mother who needed everything to be perfect, away from her traditional father who ignored every achievement she made and ridiculed every mistake, away from her distant older brother who treated her like a insect intruding in on his home. Her Granpa, Maverick Owens, truly felt like the only piece of family that genuinely cared about her. She spent her days lazing about in the fields, helping her Granpa pick strawberries and sell them at the market. She got to know the people in town every year, becoming a lovable addition to their tiny population.

Maverick Owen's farm, Mossy Oaks, was a staple in the town of Little Ridge. He proudly provided eggs, meat, milk, and delicious strawberries for the town. (And towns over too!) His family had lived in that town for generations and even when his wife died and his daughter moved away, he stayed strong. Lily-Mae truly loved her summers at Mossy Oaks; fond memories of mud pies, Granpa Maverick's delicious cooking, and warm evenings watching the sun set while laying with the cows. It wasn't perfect, but it was hers. So of course, when Lily-Mae turned ten her mother stopped sending her to her father's farm. Seeing her daughter coming back resembling the life she left behind only reminded her of the reasons why she left.

Lily-Mae spent the rest of her life in the city, but she never forgot the summers that shaped her. She went to private schools that her parents paid for, directly guiding the path they wanted her to go down. Her father ran an incredibly prestigious law firm, and they had incredibly high hopes for their daughter to work under her father. Everything was perfectly curated, her life seemed perfect. But it wasn't. Her interests, her wants, her dreams; none of it mattered because her life was perfect as is. Her routine ensured she got a solid eight hours of sleep, her skin was always clear, her hair always done. Lily-Mae looked the part of a perfect daughter, but she never felt the part.

That was when she met Carter. Tall, blond, handsome, charismatic; he was everything her parents imagined for her. So, when the chance came and he expressed interest in her, she took it hoping it would make her mother proud. And it did, for a very long time. She was happy with Carter, even if he dismissed her concerns and ridiculed her thoughts behind doors. Her parents loved him, he was so kind and so thoughtful. He was rising through the ranks at her father's job, perfectly nestling himself into her family. She loved him, even if his love felt suffocating. Even if it left her feeling broken, unloved, and ungrateful.

On her twenty-seventh birthday, Lily-Mae's mother expressed that she had a surprise for her. Something her mother normally never did, because typically she couldn't keep her mouth shut about things. Lily-Mae was presented with the documents of her Granpa's old farm, the rights to it having been in her name since she turned eighteen. "Back then, you were too immature to handle this kind of responsibility. But now that you and Carter are getting married, you can sell it and use the money for something else!" Her mother was so excited when she explained, but Lily-Mae felt... broken. All this time, she thought her Granpa's farm was gone. Lost to the county, broken down and never to be seen again. But now it was hers? Truly hers?

Lily-Mae hadn't felt like this in such a long time, and she tried to express her want to bring the farm back. Her memories of all the joy she had as a child on that farm resurfacing with just one sentence. But those thoughts weren't something a Powell would think. Those were the thoughts of an Owens, and Lily-Mae wasn't an Owen. Stupidly, she had thought Carter would support her. It was clearly something she deeply cared about, and he loved her so much, so he would care right? "A farm? I don't think you need to go see a farm, in fact, I think you just need to listen to your mother and sell it. We could use the money for our dream honeymoon! She knows you better than yourself Lils." More like his dream honeymoon.

With no support and a crumbling mental resolve, Lily-Mae hopped in her car, turned her phone off, and began the five hour drive to Little Ridge, Colorado.

・ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ・

Molded by the people around her, Lily-Mae can be described as the perfect daughter to most. Obedient, thoughtful, and charming in all the right ways. She's crafted a woman at the forefront of her entire self that is independently strong but knows when to rely on others. She isn't afraid to ask for help, especially when she words it in a way that makes it seem like she's actually helping you. That smile never leaves her lips, and everybody is happy to see her as a little ray of sunshine.

But the fear of disappointment lingers under her skin and drives every decision she's ever made. It's a punishment worse than death, disappointment. Her anxiety disguises itself as productivity, and she's the busiest body anybody has ever seen. The hustle and bustle of the city welcomed her, but worsened her anxious paranoia tenfold. To her, she wasn't successful, she was surviving. Career achievements were just another tool to carry on being in good graces with the people she's surrounded herself with.

Living under the microscope of her own parents and fiancé has left her detached from who she truly is. Lily-Mae couldn't describe herself truly even if she wanted to. She doesn't see that she's sharp and more intelligent than anybody ever gives her credit for, especially since every thought and idea is taken by a man to further their careers. Her generosity might come off as people pleasing when genuinely she just wants to make sure people have what they need, and it's taken advantage of every time.

Her passion and zest for life has been routinely snatched from her hands that Lily-Mae doesn't know how to live without chaos.

♥ “𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬” ♥ 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞

𝑳𝒊𝒍𝒚-𝑴𝒂𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Spontaneous decisions had never really been something Lily-Mae was familiar with. She typically spent a lot of time in her head, mulling things over. Being thoughtless wasn't in her vocabulary. Yet, she was already four hours into a five hour drive from her house to a farm she hadn't seen in over two decades. She'd simply tossed herself into her Mazda Miata, turned off her phone, and set off onto the road like it was the only logical decision.

Two hours into the drive, she turned her phone on. She needed someone to know that she was okay. She'd originally planned on calling her best friend, the only woman on Earth who didn't make her feel insane for complaining about her loving fiancé, her amazing parents, and her perfect life. Lily-Mae had just planned on telling Adeline that she was safe and what she was doing, hoping to God someone would help her feel less insane. But the minute her phone turned on, several missed calls and messages began flooding in.

Twenty-four calls from Carter, followed by eighteen messages. Then, thirty calls from her Mother and a singular text from her father. Her eyes focused heavily on the road, doing her best to ignore the voicemails and messages left by her fiancé that spiralled in her mind. Well, ex-fiancé now.

"You're making a mistake, don't do this."

"We get married in a month, are you stupid?"

"I put too much work into you just for you to think you can throw it all away."

"You're nothing without me, Lily-Mae."

Lily-Mae couldn't even bear to listen to the multiple voicemails left by her mother, or the singular text her father had sent. Carter's words were enough for the night, eyes reddened from the tears that now stained her cheeks. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, a shuttered breath escaping her lips. Had running away in the middle of the night been the best decision? Probably not, but it beat dealing with the aftermath of daring to raise her voice at Carter and leave her ring behind.

Her finger felt oddly naked without it, like there was a piece missing from her. If she wasn't Carter's fiancé, then who was she? Lily-Mae struggled to come up with an answer. Her mouth felt dry, her body was tense all around. As much as she tried, she couldn't relax at all. Not until she was at the farm, in front of it's burgundy door and creaky steps. At 11:50PM, she finally drove past an old, beat-up sign.

'𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆!'

The letters were aged, just barely visible in the dark of night. A twinge of sweat rolled down her neck, and a chill ran down her spine. Excitement? Fear? Both? Lily-Mae couldn't put her finger on it, but driving into Little Ridge brought back a familiar feeling that flooded her senses. Her mother always complained on the drive there, chiding they should have flown. Her father retorted that the drive would help Lily-Mae build character, patience. But really, it was Grandpa Maverick that had taught her patience, not the silly drives to him. Lily-Mae couldn't be anymore impatient during their drives to Little Rock.

It didn't matter what time of day it was, Grandpa Maverick would always be waiting on the porch for her. He'd be sitting on his swing with a fresh glass of tea for her, his arms open as she ran and tripped up his steps. Pulling up to the long, quiet driveway of Mossy Oaks Farm was bittersweet.

The farm hadn't been torn down like she was told. It still stood tall, whispering it's hundred-year-old secrets to her just like it did when she was little. When Lily-Mae stepped out of her car, the silence in the air carried. Only little chirps of crickets could be heard, and the warm air smelled like grass, menure, and rain. The scent brought tears to her eyes, a small sniffles escaping her lips as she quickly wiped her face.

Lily-Mae began approaching the steps, wiping the sweat building on her hands on the back pockets of her jeans. She hadn't packed much, if anything. The only thing she had on her was her purse, and a pair of pajamas in the backseat that she'd tossed. She absolutely was not sleeping in jeans. As she approached the portch, Lily-Mae noticed something odd. Incredibly odd.

In one of the bedrooms on the second floor, there was a gentle light illuminating from the window. Just soft enough for her to notice, and for her to panick. Of course, the night she comes back to the farm it's getting robbed! Or maybe there were squatters? Lily-Mae carefully opened the back seat of her car, pulling out the wooden baseball bat she kept back there. Everyone called her crazy for keeping something like that in the back seat, but safety always came first! Didn't matter if she was in the city, in the country, or on a ship; Lily-Mae knew how to handle herself with a bat.

With the deed to the farm, a pair of keys had been given to her by her mother. Lily-Mae quietly tried the keys, happy to find that they still worked! Walking into the house felt like walking into a museum. Everything was left exactly as it was. Her fingers tightened around the handle of the bat, looking along the walls where her grandfather's old decorations still hung as if he hadn't died at all. Surprisingly, there was also still a photo of them together by the front door. It was his favorite picture, he loved looking at it in the morning and coming home to it.

Lily-Mae's feet creaked underneath the old wood of the house, inspecting pairs of shoes still messily scrambled at the door. Nobody had been living in the house for over eight years, yet it still looked...homey? Like it was kept up to shape, like somebody had been coming by making sure everything was clean and well-kept.

Like someone had still been living there.

Gripping the handle of the baseball bat, Lily-Mae whipped her head around only to be face to face with an unfamiliar face. A man at that, fear striking her entire body as a startled gasp-squeal escaped her. She for sure had thought the house was being robbed, but hadn't expected to come face to face with the robber himself! Brows furrowed, cheeks flushed, Lily-Mae kept the bat between the two of them.

"How dare you burgle an old man's house!" She accused, voice wobbling with a false sense of courage. Maybe she should have just called the cops...?

♥ “𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬” ♥ 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞

Let me know if there's anything I can change!

The Café's Open ━ Orginal, Slow-Burn Romance. (FxM)

Still searching if anyone is interested!

The Café's Open ━ Orginal, Slow-Burn Romance. (FxM)

Updated post!
Came back after a hiatus, looking for partners now.

The Café's Open ━ Orginal, Slow-Burn Romance. (FxM)

Welcome... ♥︎

Hello everyone. Thank you for stopping by and reading my thread!
My name is Sunnie, I'm twenty-six, married, and have been roleplaying for quite some time. Though I've taken breaks every now and then, my love for writing and improving my craft never falters. My biggest hobby is reading romance (although I am delving into different genres right now) so a lot of my ideas and plots give that romance book vibe. I adore slow-burn stories, building on heated glances and tension until our lovely characters finally snap! I want to be upfront that I am a slow replier, I work full-time with children so my energy is typically always at a zero. (I also suffer from a chronic illness!) I won't promise replies I can't give, so they come when they come. I'm aware that is incredibly vague sounding, but if you're willing to give me an ounce of patience I'll do my best not to disappoint.

I am on different sites under different names, so this thread might be slightly familiar.

Preferred RP Location: Threads! > PMs.
Prose: First or third POV, past tense.​
Average Reply Length: 400 - 800 words.​
Time Zone: EST (GMT-5)​

Expectations for You! ♥︎

・Capable of writing a dominant male. (Idc your IRL gender!)
・Averages at least 400+ words per post. I'm not very picky with post length, but 100-200 will not keep my attention.
・The ability to plot, provide your own ideas, and push the story forward. Passiveness will not be accepted!
・A great first message! First impressions mean a lot to me, messages that just 'Wanna RP?' will be ignored.
・Patience for my sloth butt, I generally work better with those who are also slow at replying and flexible.
・At the very least 20+ in age, since it's what I'm most comfortable with.

Plot Ideas... ♥︎

At the moment, I'm really craving men obsessed with their ladies, cowboys, and small-town romances. I'm happy for it to be set within modern times, but I would love if it was set within the 80s/90s as well. Think Twin Peaks, or hell even Stranger Things. (Just the town vibes, not the monsters and stuff.) I want to build a slow-burn romance that'll have us knawing on our keyboards with how tension-filled it is. These, building up to well-written smut scenes, is what I truly crave. If none of my ideas jump out at you, but you still think we'll get along together, don't be afraid to reach out with your own ideas! Please don't make me think of all the ideas. 💔

The amount of hearts next to the plot name shows how much I'm interested in it!

Cowgirls Do It Better

Cowgirls Do It Better (♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎)
・He thought joining the military would be his death sentence. No family, no friends, no future prospects; the military was the only thing he could do with his life. His last charade before allowing the violence of war to take him. Except, it didn't. Instead, he excelled. He made friends, found a family that genuinely cared for him. And when he and his best friend retired, with nowhere to go, he hesitantly accepted the offer to work on his family's farm. That's where she was, all woman and unafraid of his quirks. He needed to work with his hands to get by, to not think, so she taught him the way of the farm. How to calm the horses, how to feed the pigs without being covered head to toe in mud, how to live. If only she wasn't his best friend's older sister.

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning (♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎)
(Very loosely based off the book Sunday Morning by Jewel E. Ann)
・Her entire life, she's been perfect. The perfect student, the perfect daughter, the perfect role model for all the young girls and boys of the church. That's been her entire life, and even as an adult she still lives with her parents working in the Church alongside her mother and father, the Preacher. She's happy with her life, despite the small voice in the back of her mind telling her that she's craving more, she's happy. Then, her father's best friend moves his son back to town. He's not like the men in their little town. He's mouthy, loves to get people riled up. His time working on a ranch has hardened him, changing him from the nice young boy he used to be when they were children. He doesn't care too much about church, but humors his father in going just to stare at her with those damn eyes. The worst part? He loves talking to that little voice in her head that tells her she isn't happy.

Eyes Of The Beholder

Eyes Of The Beholder (♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎)
Slightly dark including themes of stalking.
・Moving to a new small town, a young woman becomes the new english teacher at a local middle school. After missing the bus, she opts to give a young girl a ride home from school and in turn her single father brings her a cup of coffee as a thank you the next day. The father begins obsessing over the her, finding ways to place himself where she is, even going so far as to pick his daughter up from school every day just to see her. She should be scared, unsettled by the way every corner she turns he's there. But she can't help herself, not when he looks at her like that.

Lastly... ♥︎

This isn't mandatory, but I'm a huge sucker for face-claims. Especially Celebrity face-claims. If you're willing, I would love if anyone would use either Jacob Elordi, Austin Butler, Bill Skarsgård, Pedro Pascal, or Oscar Isaac for a face-claim. I'm not typically one to control any aspect of my partner's characters, this is definitely just a preference that we don't have to stick to. However, I will note that I'm not very interested in egotistical, overly confident, asshole personalities in characters. I will absolutely lose interest if your character is anything like a spoiled Prince who thinks everything belongs to him.

Please feel free to reach out if you're interested!
I'm so excited to hear from you. (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

A Café Appears...

About Me!

Hello! How do you do?
My name is Sunnie. (Wait — Didn't this look different before? Yes. Shhh... I secretly updated this a couple years after posting...) I'm a silly girl that's happily married, loves to read and write, and based in the East Coast of the US. (EST!) I'm twenty-five, and spend most of my time struggling between my eight billion hobbies.

I've been roleplaying for a while now, since I was ten I believe? I've certainly been on and off, taking hiatus' whenever I need to. I write multiple paragraphs, though my responses usually stay within the literate to advanced literate zone. I am often too tired to novella responses. I'm most interested in slow-burn romances with lots of drama and tension packed in, and a few spicy scenes sprinkled throughout. I'm very cheesy with what I like, I'm such a romantic at heart. (Though I think reading a ton of romance books doesn't help either.)

Fun Facts!
I love to doodle and draw! I dunno if I'll ever post any of that here, 'cause I'm pretty shy, but maybe I will.
I love collecting Hatsune Miku figures, I'm so excited to get more in the future. I currently have six!
I'm a mama of four kitties who I love so so deeply. Expect kitty pictures.
My favorite colors are pastel yellow, pink, green, and brown!

Thanks for stopping by!
So excited to be here. 🤍