🍒why so sexy if so dumb?🍒

Hey! I'm Em. I'm 29 years old. My timezone is GMT. I was previously at brokenbcys but my blog no longer works. Please only come to me with 21+ muses. Thank you.

[brokensbcys]

♡︎ guidelines . ♡︎ muses.  ♡︎ wanted plots.  ♡︎ wanted opposites. ♡︎ open starters. ♡︎ banned fcs. (my blog mainly runs on a queue system)

[disapprove]

"Before I figure shit out, Bryn, shit." The other's words made him sigh deeply, head shaking several times. "I'll talk to my dad tomorrow, end shit the same day with the other guy, okay?" Remi tried. "But I need to know that you're serious, that you want me."

[brokensbcys]

Bryn held Remi’s gaze, watching every flicker of emotion cross their face as his words settled between them. There was no teasing edge to his voice now, only quiet certainty. “If I wasn’t serious about you, I wouldn’t care who else you’re with. I like you, a lot,” he admitted, his chest tight with honesty. “I don’t play with my feelings like that.” As he spoke, he searched Remi’s expression for any sign of what they were thinking,

[carlosreyeswrites]

Cleo immediately grabbed her phone off the center console, nearly dropping it between the seats in the process. “Oh! We are, like thirty minutes away." She twisted toward Lorelai with an excited grin. “Thirty minutes until we’re officially hot, carefree vacation girls with no responsibilities and probably overpriced cocktails.” Then her expression softened a little at the mention of drama. “Honestly though, I’m really glad we’re doing this,” she said, voice more genuine beneath the usual humor. “You deserve a break. And for the record, if anyone tries to ruin your peace this weekend, I will personally spray them with sunscreen directly in the eyes.”

[brokensbcys]

Lorelai laughed as she leaned back in her seat, a bright grin spreading across her face while she adjusted the radio station. “I’ve saved up for these expensive cocktails. I am going to indulge and enjoy as much as I can,” she admitted dramatically, clearly proud of herself for surviving countless exhausting late-night shifts just to afford this trip with her best friend. She placed a hand over her heart in mock sincerity before glancing over with an amused sparkle in her eyes. “I even have a personal bodyguard this holiday. What more could I ask for?” she teased, laughing softly afterward. The excitement buzzing through her was impossible to miss, from the way she bounced slightly in her seat to the endless smile tugging at her lips. Lorelai turned the music up a little louder before looking over again with hopeful enthusiasm. “Can the pool be our first stop?” she asked immediately. “I want to tan.”

[illusionxwrites]

she can feel her pulse everywhere, her whole body practically shaking as bodhi sits, watches her. she was the most vulnerable she had ever been and it was... thrilling? something about being so completely exposed, baring her soul, and receiving only kindness and understanding in return made her skin crawl in delight. when he said that nothing was wrong with her, she breathed out, heavy, in relief. her eyes fluttered, tears brimming but not falling. she wasn't broken after all. in fact, his words made perfect sense to her. she was lonely, her shameful secret causing her to self-isolate.

ophelia made a noise, a cross between a whimper and a plea, as he guided her hand away. she was without stimulation for mere seconds but it felt like a lifetime before his thumb replaced hers, her shoulders sinking in relief at the gentle touch. it was a kinder touch than her own, one that didn't bring fear and shame. her gaze stayed locked on his, lips gently parted, eyes fluttering when his finger slid inside of her. "better," her response was swift, lowering her head so her forehead rested against his chest. it was comforting, her fingertips skimming up the length of his arm as he pumped in and out of her. "i like it just like that." another shuddering breath, chest rising in pace with his. "please. don't stop. i need.." her hips press forward against his hand, slipping her lower lip between her teeth to keep from moaning out.

[brokensbcys]

Bodhi knew better than most people that things others immediately labelled as wrong were rarely that simple. Life was complicated, people were complicated, and emotions even more so. As he looked down at Ophelia, he could see how overwhelmed she was becoming, every feeling written plainly across her face no matter how hard she tried to hold herself together. He had heard plenty of confessions before, half-finished truths whispered in vulnerable moments, but this was different. Ophelia’s uncertainty felt raw in a way he wasn’t used to, and for once, Bodhi found himself carefully choosing his words instead of relying on easy confidence. His hand rested gently against her back as he kept her close, grounding her without forcing anything. “You’re great. I promise,” he admitted quietly, sincerity softening his voice. “Nothing we can’t work on.” He meant it completely.

When Ophelia rested her head against his chest, Bodhi let out a slow breath and tilted his head slightly toward her, listening to the uneven rhythm of her breathing. His fingers brushed lightly along her arm while he waited, patient but attentive. “You need what?” he asked softly, already suspecting the answer before she could say it aloud. Still, hearing her say the words herself mattered to him more than assumptions ever could. A faint grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he lowered his voice, warm and encouraging without losing its intensity. “Use your words.” He moved his fingers in and out of her faster. "So wet,".

[insatiablemuses]

“I mean, it’s not weird to me at all. I’ve been on both ends. I’ve looked at enough naked models and I’ve been one for people. I’m kind of desensitized.” Her words are said with nonchalance, showing that this really wasn’t all that odd for her to be looking at a nude form for art. “But he’s valid in his hesitancy and we have to respect that.” She speaks sincerely. “It’s not easy to just bear it all for the world to see.” Her lips twitch up in a slight smirk and she meets Garrett’s gaze. “Very big,” she teases, fingers tracing along his shoulders and pressing a kiss to one before pulling back. “I’m trying to decide if I want to oil you up a bit.” Her head tilts as she looks him over, clearly contemplating the decision in a thoughtful manner. Her smile is bright when Dean adjusts the lighting, and when she looks at him, it was obvious how much she appreciated that both of them were still respecting her art while keeping up the playful atmosphere. Some past partners didn’t bother even trying to pretend they cared about what she was so passionate about and that always got on her nerves. They never lasted long after that. But here they both were, doing what they could to help her out. “Oh Dean, that’s perfect!” She exclaims in excitement, not wanting him to move it another inch. “Just like that, keep them slanted so I get streams of light coming through … that’s going to looking great,” she muses as she eyes Garrett, seeing the light bouncing off of his body in streams of golden yellow. “Come here for a sec. I just want to see something,” she instructs, gesturing for the other man to join them where they were. “Don’t worry. I won’t pull off your towel,” she adds with a joking laugh.

[brokensbcys]

“When has Dean cared about who sees him?” Garrett chuckled, the sound easy and unbothered, carrying a quiet confidence that matched the way he held himself under the lights, fully aware of the attention but not fazed by it, and while he understood where Selene was coming from, that hesitation about pushing people too far, Garrett had never really shared it, at least not here, not with them, because around Selene and Dean there was a comfort that made things feel effortless, like there was no need to second-guess or hold back; Dean, meanwhile, kept the lighting steady, focused in his own way as he adjusted things with a careful precision before moving over when Selene called him, his steps measured as he shifted position to take Garrett in properly under the glow, and for a brief second, even he had to admit Garrett looked good, the lighting catching just right, “What do you want me to have a look at?” he asked, settling himself behind Selene so he wouldn’t block anything, mindful not to interfere, because this wasn’t his space to disrupt, this was her art, and he respected that, while Garrett held the pose with practiced stillness before breaking it just enough to smirk, “Am I supposed to speak or just stand here and look pretty?”

[lilacxrosesx]

her thumbs hovered over the screen as his words were illuminated infront of her. she had so many thoughts of how she could reply, but instead of playing it cool this time and making him chase her, because she already felt like she held his attention for him to ask for her number out of the blue. she whipped back a quick response before clicking send.

text to 🔥: send me your location.

those next few minutes were a whirlwind of maintenance to her body. running her razor over her legs, moisturiser all over her body, changing her outfit a few times, lip gloss, perfume, and styling her hair so she looked put together with little effort. the way to his apartment her heart was absolutely hammering in her chest, she could feel the adrenaline so prominent it was making her whole body tremble. she'd brought beer with her, in a six pack. mostly because it was a good icebreaker, and her mom had always taught her to not show up to someones place empty handed. either food or drink. she wasn't sure how the night was going to pan out exactly, but what she did know was, she would tolerate the taste just for his liking. "hey.."

[brokensbcys]

Greyson’s fingers moved over his phone almost instantly, thumbs flying across the screen with a speed that surprised even him,

text to 🐝 : i'll head back. 56 mapleton avenue.

He glanced up just long enough to tell the boys he had practice tomorrow and wanted to get a good night’s sleep, the excuse slipping out easily, and to his relief, no one questioned it or even seemed to care, giving him the perfect out as he headed home with something far more important on his mind, and once inside, he wasted no time, stepping into a quick shower before freshening up with a hint of spray, checking himself just once before the knock finally came, and when he opened the door, he leaned casually against the frame with a knowing smirk already in place, his eyes flicking over her as he took her in, “You showed up,” he admitted, the words low and almost impressed, before a brief pause and a softer, genuine reaction slipped through, “Wow.”

[lilacxrosesx]

what saskia didn't know that nico's love language was doing things for people. and especially remembering little details about their likes, and using it for the opportune moment. in a brief conversation with nina later that day he'd found out saskia's favourite drink and had already bought it before she arrived so it was there on the table waiting for her. setting up the first game as they were contemplating who was going first, then the winner would take on the next, nico hovered by the table, his eyes never leaving saskia as she entered the bar. "tequila sunrise, extra ice, cherry on the side and an umbrella. just the way you like it."

[brokensbcys]

Saskia ended up running a few minutes late, not because she lost track of time, but because she refused to leave until she knew she looked exactly how she wanted, adjusting every detail until it felt right; when she finally arrived, she stepped out with quiet confidence in a tight, fitted blue dress that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with thigh-high boots that clicked sharply against the ground, her makeup done with careful precision and her jet black hair sleek and straight down her back, catching the light as she moved, “Sorry, taxi turned up late,” she said easily, offering the excuse without a hint of guilt, her smile widening the moment she spotted the drink already waiting for her, and without hesitation she hurried over, slipping in beside Nico and wrapping her arms around him in a tight, affectionate hug, her presence warm and immediate, “Have I ever told you, you’re my favourite person?” she said with a soft laugh.

[lilacxrosesx]

he felt like this conversation was coming to a natural end, that he wasn't going to push anything else or encourage it because it was clear they were both tired. especially saskia considering she had been out late, and up reasonably early, and he wanted her to feel settled and refreshed before anything else continued. so his plan was to plant a seed for later, that he would like her to come along because he wanted a reason to spend time with her again, whether she wanted to or not was different story. "nine o clock, at stevie's bar." the smile on his face brightened, right up to his eyes as he gazed down at her. "make sure you get some sleep, okay?"

[brokensbcys]

Saskia nodded, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips as she pulled out her mobile phone and quickly set her alarm, her fingers moving with casual certainty before she glanced up again, a spark of energy still in her eyes despite the late hour, “I’ll be there!” she promised, her voice light but genuine, as if she fully intended to follow through no matter how tired she might feel later, then a yawn caught her off guard and she stretched instinctively, her arms lifting above her head as her top rode up just enough to reveal the small tattoo at her waist for a fleeting second before she tugged the fabric back down with a quick, absentminded motion, brushing it smooth, “First round’s on me!” she added with a playful wink, her tone teasing yet warm, before turning on her heel and heading off toward her dorm room.

[insatiablemuses]

Damn him for picking up on that fact that she was kind of into the way he just moved her around like it was no problem for him. But it’s not like she exactly hid that she was into it either. “Maybe I was. But I got impatient when you didn’t make a move at all today,” she easily retorts with a pointed look sent his way, thought there was a hint of a smile on her face to show she was teasing him. It was getting difficult not to let her eyes linger for a second too long or to resist starting up flirty banter with him when they were around everybody else. But in these moments, when it was just him and her, she could be however she wanted with him. “You might have to gag me.” Not that either of them would be opposed to that. She would do her best to keep it down, but it got hard when he was so good at making her eyes roll into the back of her head. It honestly felt so unfair that he was so good in bed because it made her want to keep coming back to him again and again. “I have to pick?” She hums at the sensation of his lips against her inner thigh. Her clit throbbed as her barbell jewelry glistened between her thighs were it say at the top of her vulva. “I guess… your cock,” she chooses, grinning a bit down at where he was settle. “If you’re really going to make me decide between the two. Even if that’s totally not fair.” She moves her fingers through his hair to brush it back a bit so she could see his face.

[brokensbcys]

Dallas looked at Juliette and smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement as she pointed out that he hadn't made a move all day. There was something almost challenging in her tone, and he knew exactly what she was doing. Leaning back slightly, he shook his head and let out a quiet laugh. "It's not like I can make a move in front of other people," he said, his voice low and matter-of-fact. "Everyone would be talking about us downstairs, and we don't want anyone knowing." It was the truth, even if he hated admitting it. The two of them weren't dating, not officially anyway, but Dallas knew how people were. It didn't take much for rumors to spread, and considering how much he liked her, he was already careful enough about where he looked and how long he looked. If anyone caught him staring at her the way he sometimes did when she wasn't paying attention, the entire house would have something to say about it by morning. Running a hand through his dark hair, he glanced away for a second before looking back at her, nodding as she finally chose which option she preferred. His expression softened with satisfaction, though the smirk never completely disappeared. "I thought I'm being totally fair," he argued, lifting his brows innocently despite the obvious teasing in his eyes. He wasn't fooling either of them. Dallas stood up to his full height. He grabbed the top of his sweats and gently pushed them down so his length sprung up against his stomach. "Already rock hard, thanks to your doing."

[insatiablemuses]

Selene watches as he makes a big show of coming over to where she instructed, her brow playfully raised as he strips off the rest of his clothes. He seemed happy and willing to do all of this and she really appreciated it. Laughing, she gives his ass a playful swat when he shakes it at her. “I kind of like the over the shoulder,” she agrees. Of course he had the perfect kind of muscles, always looking sexy even when he was messing around like this. Dean’s exclamation makes her burst into giggles, seeing him jokingly covering his eyes. It’s not like it was the first time he had even seen him like that, he had told her himself that it came with the locker room territory. But they had also all been naked with each other, quite a few times at this point. She smiles and looks back at Garrett. “That I am, baby,” she laughs, amusement clear in her voice. “I’m not scared. I know how to handle the big guy.” She comes over to him so she can get him situated correctly. Her hand gently guides his face so he was at a slight side profile. “Stay relaxed. There’s nothing worse than when you can tell a body is tense in a painting,” she muses. Hands slide along his broad muscular shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Comfortable?” She asks, a gentle look in her eyes as she stares up at him. “The room temperature alright?” It was obvious she took this seriously, even amongst all the jokes. She wanted a relaxed atmosphere, one where they felt like they were just hanging out and not posing for her.

[brokensbcys]

Garrett’s grin widened the moment Selene admitted she could handle whatever he had, a flicker of playful triumph dancing in his eyes as he leaned back slightly, clearly enjoying the shift in energy. “See? She’s also not making it weird. It’s art. Sometimes you just need a little inspiration,” he said, his tone light but edged with a teasing confidence that suggested he was only half joking. His fingers drummed idly against his leg before he added, with a smirk that grew more mischievous by the second, “or a big bit of inspiration,” his gaze dropping briefly before returning to her, the implication obvious and deliberate. Off to the side, Dean broke the charged stillness by pushing himself up and wandering toward the window, his movements casual but purposeful, as though giving the others space while still staying involved. He reached for the blinds, adjusting them with a quiet clatter as thin streams of light shifted across the room, cutting through shadows and illuminating different angles. “Do you need any lights and stuff moving?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced back over his shoulder, his tone practical but laced with curiosity. He tilted the slats again, letting in a little more daylight before pausing, hand still resting against the frame. “Do you need a little more light in, or would you rather it a little darker?” he added, the question hanging in the air.

[lilacxrosesx]

with her hands wrapped around her device and rested them against her chest she was suddenly jolted with excitement by the prompt of the vibration followed by the hum. she hoped that the notification was from him, and tilting her screen up to take a peak she was almost squealed out loud seeing his message come up on the screen. "oh my god." of course, as someone who had been crushing on him for years, the fact that he'd asked her that question was unbelievable. she took a moment to compose herself, though the grin on her face was practically overriding her features at this point. text to 🔥 : straight into it then, with that question? didn't even give me some wooing or emotional stimulation, a bit of back and forth like verbal foreplay before you asked? of course she wanted to just text him back immediately with a smiley face emoji and a big fat 'YES' but she was trying not to come on too strong. even though it was practically a dream come true to have him want her.

[brokensbcys]

Greyson leaned back slightly, the noise of the night fading into a distant blur as his attention locked onto the glow of his phone, a slow grin spreading across his face when he read her reply again, as if the words might change if he looked twice, but they didn’t, and that only made it better; his thumbs hovered for a split second before darting across the screen with quick, practiced movements, crafting another message without overthinking it, because for once he didn’t feel the need to play it cool, not when Brooklyn had actually texted him back. His mind already drifting ahead to the possibility of the two of them hanging out, imagining what she’d be like in person again, how the conversation might flow.

text to 🐝 : i'll do the foreplay when you come here. i can show you better than i can tell you.

[luciddream5]

If Remy were thinking clearly, she’d be all the more grateful that Hayden was willing to learn sign for her, for her family. It made communicating a little easier since her words were dragging and slurred. Being drunk meant she didn’t notice or realize his frustration over what happened, instead, simply focused on the fact she was there with him now and she felt content, safe. A crooked little smile formed, eyes lifting up to him, “Call ya …. M’heeerrro,” she signed the words, now that she’d started it was just autopilot. Remy had considered calling him, but she thought he was still working – and he might’ve been when it all happened. She didn’t want to interrupt him and she knew not to call any of her brothers, especially Finn. They’d only end up causing a scene – and Finn would definitely get into a fight.

Remy had no idea how flirty or playful she’d be when she was drunk nor did she fully grasp it at the moment. All she knew is she wanted to be close to Hayden, even the vague cloudy thought of what his skin would feel like against hers. Eyes couldn’t help but scan over him, playfully pouting, “Why? Y’don’t wanna see me w… w’out clo’s,” she signed more clearly, why not? You don’t want to see me without clothes? Still, she hummed softly at his explanation of wanting her comfortable, not really able to think through a response. Her mind felt a bit like it was swimming. Heading towards his bedroom, she stayed upright, only stumbling a little. Waiting as he searched around, she let her gaze wander around the room, absently. When he pulled out a jersey, she smiled, fingers reaching out with a cute little grabbing motion, “Tha’ looksss comfyyy,” she spoke and signed, adding on in ASL, Change here? She moved to his bed, dropping down to sit at the foot of it, “Ya look c-cuuute.”

[brokensbcys]

A smug grin spread slowly across Hayden’s lips, the kind that always appeared when Remy caught him off guard in the best possible way. “Hero?” he repeated, the word sounding amused and almost disbelieving as he tilted his head slightly toward her. He still didn’t understand every sign she used, not perfectly, but he was trying. Remy had been patient with him from the beginning, teaching him little things here and there, and Hayden clung to every piece he could remember. Sometimes he recognized entire phrases, and other times he only caught fragments, relying on her expressions and the softness in her eyes to guide him through the rest. “I’m always going to be there for you, baby girl. No matter what,” he promised quietly, his voice carrying a certainty that didn’t leave room for doubt.

His gaze drifted slowly over her as she questioned him, and a low laugh escaped his chest, warm and unhurried. “I want to see you without anything,” he admitted honestly, the confession paired with a teasing smile that curled at the corner of his mouth. “But time and place, baby.” Hayden watched her settle onto the edge of his bed, his attention fixed completely on her as though the rest of the room had disappeared. Standing at the foot of the bed, he folded his arms briefly before motioning toward her with a playful grin. “Hands up,” he encouraged gently. There was confidence in the way he said it, but care too, because Hayden had always been the type to look after her before anything else. Tonight was no different. Every movement he made was deliberate and attentive, his focus entirely on making her comfortable. He grabbed the top that she was currently wearing and took it off before holding his own top up. "I'll guide you throw it."

[giantdynamo]

At her words, Koa's shoulders deflated. Yeah, he wanted the pair of them to simply ignore what was happening right now and go back inside for a fun evening but that wasn't going to happen - so he had to face what the real problem was head on. It wasn't really easy for him, but he'd try. He shook his head lightly and took a step closer to the woman before reaching his hand out. There was no physical contact made just yet, but it was an invitation all the same, if she chose to accept it. "Hey ... alright you know what, you're right." Eyes glanced back towards the party before he continued, "Maybe I got a little carried away back there but they don't mean anything, you know that right? 's just party talk."

[brokensbcys]

Eleanora noticed Koa hadn’t actually touched her. Her chest felt tight as she pressed a hand against it, trying to hold herself together through the frustration burning under her skin. “It means something to me though,” the femme said, her voice tense as she spoke more to herself than him. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s meaningless to you. If it affects me, I’m allowed to react.” When she finally looked up at him, there was hurt sitting plainly behind her anger, exhaustion softening the sharp edges of her expression. Eleanora shook her head slowly before folding her arms closer to herself. “Just go back in there. I’ll just drink until you’re ready to go home.” She tried to sound dismissive, but the crack in her voice betrayed her completely, because being misunderstood by him hurt. "I'll go party talk with the bunch of boxers in the corner since it's fair game."

[giantdynamo]

The crush she's had on him had been there for months now. Always just below the surface, never dared to be talked about with anyone. And suddenly? Tonight she had felt brave. But as soon as the words left her mouth it vanished, and as he moved in close and tilted his head she pivoted. Mentally at least, for she was frozen in place, mere inches away from him. "Uh - you know what?" Nervous laughter bubbled up and she shook her head, "Nevermind, it was stupid. I was stupid. Just forget I ever asked, yeah? Thanks."

[brokensbcys]

“Hey,” he said sternly, though the firmness in his voice carried more concern than anger, “Don’t do me like that. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything,” he confessed, his expression easing as he searched her face for any sign she believed him. Bryn reached up slowly, giving her every chance to pull away before his fingertips tilted her head toward him with impossible gentleness. The touch was warm, grounding, his thumb brushing faintly near her jaw while his gaze softened into something achingly patient. “I just wanted to go at your pace.” And he meant it.

[bluevclentines]

And there it was. Toby was the only person who heard her out. "I try," they replied with a feeble smile. But that feeling was back. Like Imani went for Toby just because she was the only one available. At the same time, they didn't want to pull away when Imani needed them the most. "Look, Imani, um... we can just... I think... I think you should focus on feeling better. You know, it's not wise to dive into a new relationship when you're going through something." She tried to place a hand on the other's. "You know I'm always here for you."

[brokensbcys]

Imani narrowed her eyes at Toby, the sharp look clashing with the nervous way her fingers twisted around the end of her long hair, curling the strands tight before letting them slip loose again. Her posture stiffened like she’d been hit somewhere tender. “I’m not using you,” she said finally, her voice low but edged with frustration, wanting to make absolutely sure Toby wasn’t sitting there building that kind of story in their head. “I’m talking to you as a friend. Fuck. Is that what you think?” The question came out quicker than she intended, tangled with hurt, pride and annoyance, and she looked away for half a heartbeat before glancing back at her with a grimace. Her hand kept playing with her hair, a restless habit betraying nerves she clearly didn’t want her to notice.

[luciddream5]

Maybe, in different ways, they helped each other. Mia wasn’t sure about trusting another man. Each time she had, it’d gone horribly – and if she couldn’t even trust her father or brothers, then how could she possibly think that other men might be safe. She wanted to believe, though, there was still good out there in the world – good people who wouldn’t hurt her. The detective she’d bonded with and her therapist did warn her to be careful – oftentimes victims seemed to end up as victims again. They couldn’t really explain why that was the case, only that they’d each seen it often enough in their professions. Even when she met Giovanni, both had told her it was ok to date him, to see how things went, but simply to also keep her eyes open. The thing was, though, she felt comfortable with him so quickly that he could stand close to her or even hold her hand without her panicking. At the time, she could only hope that was a good sign, something positive, that she still had some semblance of instincts in her. Now, though, she knew it’d all been positive, and she truly couldn’t feel happier or more grateful for him.

A smile formed, sighing contently, “Ok good. You’ll help me pick one out if I can’t decide at all, too, though, right?” she asked, though she was sure he’d help. Mia still knew, though, if there were too many options altogether, she might just end up unable to even select one at all. She was trying her best to do better with decision, she certainly still got quite overwhelmed if there were a lot of options. As his fingers moved under her chin, tipping her head up, Mia didn’t resist, letting him, drawing her soft gaze to land on his. A blush tinted her cheeks, smiling softly at him, “I’m glad you’re not interested in anyone, me neither,” she replied back, “though… I mean… I’ll probably be looking,” she teased, a deeper blush coloring her cheeks, leaning into the soft touch of his thumb against her jaw. Her head tipped slightly, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand before snuggling into his chest once more. “I think this might be the safest place in the world,” she offered honestly, referencing being on his lap and in his arm, but also with a playful tone. His question gave her pause, thinking it through for a moment, “Is that tomorrow? Could we maybe see how I feel closer to it? It sounds like fun, though,” she knew sometimes crowds or loud noises could overwhelm her due to her past, but she’d been working on it. “Or maybe we go, but don’t get too close to everyone?”

[brokensbcys]

Giovanni had not been good with people for a long time. Somewhere along the years, after heartbreak had hollowed him out and left old wounds that never seemed to heal properly, he had stopped believing in the idea of finding a love that could ever compare to the one he had lost before. He became guarded because of it, careful with his emotions, careful with his trust, and even more careful with letting anyone close enough to truly know him. Then somehow Mia slipped through every defence he had built without forcing any of it. She learned his habits, his silences, the subtle shifts in his expression when something bothered him, and instead of pushing him away, it only drew her closer. Before Giovanni even realized it, she had become the one person he actively wanted around. She brought warmth back into places inside him that had gone cold years ago, and for the first time in forever, being vulnerable with someone did not feel terrifying. “I will help you out if you needed further assistance, of course I would,” he admitted honestly, his voice low and sincere. Giovanni always wanted Mia to know that no matter what she needed, whether it was physical help, emotional support, or simply someone to sit beside her in silence, he would be there without hesitation.

A softer smile spread across his face when she called his lap and arms the safest place in the world, and the expression suited him far more than all the guarded indifference he usually wore around everyone else. “I like when I get to hold you. It’s my favourite thing,” he admitted quietly, his thumb brushing absentmindedly across her side as she sat close to him. “I get to destress when I have to do nothing but hold you in my arms.” There was something peaceful about those moments for him, something grounding in the feeling of her curled against his chest while the rest of the world faded away. Giovanni tilted his head slightly then, tapping thoughtfully against his chin as he considered how to make things easier for her, especially knowing crowded places could become overwhelming. “Tell you what,” he murmured after a second, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “Why don’t we watch it from afar? High up from everyone else. Everything will still pop in the sky, so we could watch it away from the crowds but from the car looking on at the city.” A faint smile tugged at his lips at the image of it , just the two of them alone above the noise, wrapped in quiet comfort together. “Does that sound better?”

[insatiablemuses]

She hears Garrett’s hushed laugh but she keeps her focus on Dean, giving him her attention as he tries to decide on what he needed. She nods at his words, happy to give him anything that would make him feel better. “Alright, Adonis,” she affectionately calls him with a bright smile. “Just hang out and I’ll get started with Gare first.” She figured that would work just fine. The first steps were to sketch them out anyway on the canvas. “If you decide you don’t want to do it at all, that’s okay.” She could make it work with just Garrett if need be. She wasn’t going to pressure him at all. Hearing the rustling of clothing, she glances over her shoulder to see Garrett starting to undress. “Yes please,” she giggles, seeing that he was just happy to go along with whatever. Moving away, she gets her hair messily clipped up onto the top of her head before grabbing her glasses from her bag to slip them on. She always wore them when she worked, needing that extra help to really see the details and get them just right. The blonde was in her paint covered denim overalls, one of the straps unclipped, with a rainbow striped tube top on underneath. She looked like a typical art student. “I think I’m going to have you in front of the window,” she decides as she glances around. She goes to close the curtains but has the blinds up underneath so the sun can shine through the material. “Yeah, that’s going to look really good,” she murmurs to herself, nodding a bit. She was in concentration mode, her focus on what she was doing and what she wanted done to make her art perfect.

[brokensbcys]

Garrett didn’t really bother with modesty in the usual sense, especially not around Selene, who he trusted enough that embarrassment had long since stopped being part of the equation. Still, there was always a bit of performance in the way he moved, like he couldn’t resist turning even ordinary moments into something theatrical. With a grin, he wandered over toward the window and kicked off his jeans in one careless motion, leaving them pooled on the floor as he stood there laughing at his own audacity. He stretched his arms out briefly as if striking a ridiculous pose, fully aware of the attention on him. “Looking straight at you or…?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder with a mischievous grin, shaking his perk behind as he relaxed in her presence. He gave a playful little shake of his head as if he were modelling something far more dramatic than it actually was, then broke into laughter. Dean, who had been watching the whole thing, couldn’t help himself, he laughed too, immediately covering his eyes in exaggerated protest, though he still peeked through his fingers. “Mate, seriously?” he muttered, shaking his head but clearly amused. "Your going to take her eye out with that thing pointing out everywhere." Garrett turned towards Selene. "She likes it. Selene's acquainted to me in all my glory at this point, right Sel?" He asked.