🍒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)

[coeurdefoudre]

siren   hues   roll   with   an   air   of   incredulous   impatience   ,   deep   sigh   curling   hot   into   the   column   of   ryan's   throat   as   digits   weave   up   into   earthen   tresses   .   ❝  why   does   it   matter   ?   ❞   purrs   into   the   hollow   of   his   ear   ,   optics   darting   around   to   ensure   a   few   peers   have   eyes   on   them   before   nipping   at   his   lobe   .   ❝  you   wanted   a   coworker   ,   not   a   girlfriend   ,   remember   ?   keep   everyone   off   our   back   ,   go   home   to   separate   beds   at   the   end   of   the   night   .   what   business   is   it   of   yours   who   i   invite   into   mine   ,   if   you   don't   want   to   fill   the   spot   ?   ❞   attention   returns   to   the   cup   in   her   own   hand   ,   the   third   of   its   kind   meant   to   loosen   her   up   &   get   her   mingling   .   from   the   moment   they'd   entered   the   party   ,   &   long   before   ,   the   full   focus   of   her   psyche   has   been   ryan   .   even   in   her   attempts   to   expand   her   social   horizons   ,   mind   or   gaze   had   always   returned   to   the   man   with   whom   she'd   come   –   more   often   than   not   ,   catching   him   looking   right   back   .   leans   into   it   now   ,   using   it   to   her   advantage   as   she   attempts   to   draw   the   truth   out   of   her   date   .   ❝  i   don't   know   what   your   problem   is   ,   but   if   you   want   me   ?   take   me   .   claim   me   right   here   &   now   .   but   don't   keep   making   it   my   problem   if   you   don't   .   ❞

[brokensbcys]

Ryan let out a quiet huff, folding his arms across his chest as he fixed her with an unconvinced look, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and genuine frustration. “It matters to me because I don’t want to be shown up when you’re chatting up fours and fives when you can clearly pull nines and tens,” he answered, his tone carrying the blunt honesty she had come to expect from him. His eyes narrowed as he watched her reaction, making it obvious he wasn't entirely joking. If he was ever going to lose out, he wanted it to be to someone who genuinely deserved her attention, not because she had settled or underestimated herself. The thought alone made him shake his head with a faint scoff. When she boldly told him to stop talking and simply claim her instead, he looked at her for a long moment before an incredulous smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You wouldn’t,” he replied, unable to resist challenging her confidence. “If I tried any moves on you now, you’d freeze up. I know you would.” His grin widened as he leaned in just enough to make the moment feel more personal, his voice lowering into a playful challenge. “Promise me you’re not just talking all confident."

[lilacxrosesx]

with most girls he had intimacy entanglements with, he didn't tend to owe them anything. mostly because they knew it was just a means to mutual satisfaction and that was it. when it came to saskia, he had a duty to make sure she was cared for in any way he could possibly manage. the comment she shot back about it being attractive just caused a smirk to curve over his lips. "yeah, you're fucking easy to read i knew you always fancied me." if jess had it in him to promise saskia the things that she wanted and needed, and definitely deserved then the evening would have panned out alot differently. he wouldn't have caved in a way that left a slight bad taste in his mouth. he loathed that when it came to her, the lines blurred to a mess of colours. he made a mental note that he wouldn't allow things to go any further, in terms of them sleeping together. because he was aware that with their history that could definitely cause some complications, and he wanted to be the type of guy who could give her rose petals and serenading, but he was far from that. he nodded to his colleague, putting up four fingers, like it was some kind of secret code between them as he started pouring the multi layered shots.

[brokensbcys]

Saskia reached out and gently poked Jess in the centre of his chest after he admitted she was easy to read, rolling her eyes with a reluctant smile that betrayed far more than she intended. She liked to think she was good at keeping her emotions tucked away, maintaining the kind of composure that stopped people from figuring her out too easily, but somehow that strategy always seemed to fall apart whenever he was around. There was something about Jess that effortlessly pulled her in, making it harder to hide what she was thinking no matter how much she tried. "You're hot," she said with an unapologetic shrug. "Anyone with eyes can admit that. I'm not the only chick who shows interest." A smug little smirk tugged at the corner of her lips before she turned her back to him as though the conversation was already over. After only a second, she glanced back over her shoulder, her expression teasing despite the faint warmth creeping into her cheeks. "Don't let the compliment go to your head," she warned playfully. "You already know you're cute. You didn't need to hear me confirm it." Her words were confidently delivered.

[lilacxrosesx]

fall was tinsley's happy place. the crunch of leaves underneath her boots, the change in the wind, the fact everything was pumpkin scented, including candles which she had scattered in every direction. she loved even more that she had several different fall 'appropriate' keep sakes from every year. her dad bought her a new piece of clothing every year for the change of seasons, which is why she had a knitted cardigan loosely hanging from her shoulders as the skin beneath peaked through. her locks were pulled back into a perfectly constructed ponytail with a bow of the school colours the match the uniform that clear stuck out on her body in shades of forest green and cream. when the male she had only heard of was infront of her, it was like all of her common sense and rationality had gone out the window. along with her ability to form sentences. "i..uh.. cheer. i have cheer practise." smooth tins. real smooth, you idiot.

[brokensbcys]

Avery took another slow sip of his drink, his eyes lingering on Tinsley as she finally spoke. For a split second, he blinked, almost surprised by the sound of her voice. He'd honestly started to wonder if she was mute, considering how quiet she'd been, and his father certainly hadn't mentioned anything that would have explained it. The realization made the corner of his mouth twitch into an amused grin. "You cheer?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow before breaking into a deliberately over-the-top performance. "Like, two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? Misogynist men, woooo!" he joked, wiggling his fingers dramatically in the air as though he were leading a crowd from the sidelines. A laugh escaped him before he tilted his head, still watching her with open curiosity. "Can you do the splits and shit? That bit's hot in cheerleading," he added with a cheeky smirk, clearly more interested in getting a reaction than being taken seriously.

[lupaeus]

catches   his   eye   with   a   sidelong   glance   ,   reading   between   the   lines   of   his   query   with   an   uptick   of   plush   brims   .   he's   suave   ,   &   coy   ,   &   a   touch   too   confident   .   but   beneath   that   cool   demeanor   ,   begins   to   suspect   something   genuine   may   be   lurking   –   &   something   in   the   little   wolf   stirs   in   response   .   slight   frame   lifts   ,   leaning   across   the   center   console   to   claim   his   mouth   in   a   soft   ,   affectionate   kiss   .   ❝   i   didn't   realize   ,   um   .   .   .   just   –   just   until   i   figure   out   what   to   do   ,   okay   ?   ❞   queries   softly   ,   dotting   his   lips   with   another   quick   peck   before   settling   back   in   for   the   ride   .   earthen   hues   roll   playfully   as   he   teases   her   confession   ,   gentle   swat   impacting   the   near   shoulder   in   time   with   his   silly   gestures   .   ❝  whatever   ,   you   clearly   want   me   ,   too   ,   ❞   huffs   with   a   facetiously   stubborn   timbre   ,   forelimbs   folded   as   rounded   chin   tips   toward   her   scandalous   new   flame   .   ❝  if   you're   good   enough   with   them   ,   i'll   marry   you   tonight   ,   ❞   teases   kittenishly   ,   gaze   unwavering   as   they   pull   out   of   the   parking   spot   .

[brokensbcys]

Greyson found himself genuinely enjoying her company again, the familiar rhythm of their conversations slipping effortlessly back into place as if it had never left. There was something refreshing about being able to tease one another without overthinking every word, and her quick wit only encouraged him to keep the banter going. The brunette grinned as she fired another playful remark his way, prompting an amused chuckle from him. “I've heard I'm a total dream with them. That's an actual quote,” Greyson teased cheekily, wearing an exaggerated look of confidence that made it obvious he wasn't taking himself too seriously. Beneath the jokes, though, his smile softened with sincerity. “It's okay. I don't mind being a secret as long as you need me to. I don't want you going through shit because of me. I can be patient enough with you.” His words carried quiet reassurance, making it clear that her comfort and well-being mattered far more to him than rushing things or demanding more than she was ready to give.

[coeurdefoudre]

faint   blush   paints   her   cheeks   as   she   stands   beneath   his   arm   ,   timid   simper   writ   across   her   lips   in   the   face   of   such   bold   spoiling   in   her   favor   .   ❝  i   haven't   before   ,   &   there's   no   way   i   can   now   ,   are   you   kidding   me   ?   you   can't   deck   me   out   in   prada   ,   that's   not   –   i   could   literally   never   repay   you   for   something   this   expensive   .   .   .   ❞   doe   eyes   settle   back   on   her   date   ,   concern   evident   within   countenance   &   timbre   as   she   attempts   to   decipher   his   intentions   .   ❝  is   this   like   a   bet   of   some   kind   ?   am   i   being   pranked   ?   i'm   on   a   teacher's   salary   ,   fletcher   ,   there's   no   way   i   can   accept   a   gift   like   this   .   ❞   hadn't   realized   while   she   was   speaking   ,   but   somewhere   in   her   monologue   the   brunette   had   curled   instinctively   into   his   side   ,   chin   tipped   upward   to   maintain   her   gaze   into   his   eyes   .   more   comfortable   by   his   side   than   she   could   have   expected   ,   though   not   far   enough   out   of   her   shell   to   go   in   without   some   convincing   .   ❝  you   don't   want   to   take   me   to   like   ,   target   or   something   ?   they   have   some   really   nice   things   this   time   of   year   .   .   .   ❞

[brokensbcys]

Fletcher smiled with quiet certainty, his expression leaving little room for argument as he shook his head. “I’m not asking you to repay me, am I? It’s my treat,” he announced, every word sincere. He had no hidden expectations, no intention of keeping score or making her feel as though she owed him anything in return. To him, generosity was meant to be freely given, and if he had the opportunity to make someone smile, that was reward enough. When she jokingly suggested that he could simply treat her at Target or somewhere equally modest, Fletcher narrowed his eyes at her before letting out a warm laugh, amused by how determined she was to lower the bar. The thought alone was enough to make him grin in disbelief. “No,” he replied firmly, though his tone remained light-hearted. “We’re going Prada. Even if it’s for one outfit. We’re treating you.” There was an unmistakable confidence behind his words, the kind that came from someone who had already made up his mind long before the conversation began. Folding his arms with a playful smirk, he gave a small shake of his head. “I’m not taking no for an answer,” he declared.

[mccndriven]

Kate smiled and nodded. "Oh, they definitely are. Or they pretend something else only to attract women and show their true nature. Happened to me and now you know the reason why you were hired." She confessed, her smile being slightly weak as she looked down for a few seconds. As he offered her to look out for some good guys, Kate laughed and shook her head. "Oh, no. I am fine. I believe I am slightly traumatised by my past experience so unless the guy truly proves me he's anything but evil, I guess I will stay single for a long time." She was very vulnerable, knew that this was definitely a trauma she had to overcome one day. "I don't even care if he doesn't have money, as long as I know that his heart is pure and his intentions are genuine, I'll be okay with that." She looked back at Valentino in the eyes before adding. "But I guess I am only dreaming. Men nowadays aren't like this. They love to dominate, show that women are inferior. I miss the old times where men had manners and they would court women."

[brokensbcys]

Valentino took his job seriously, carrying out every responsibility with quiet dedication and an unwavering sense of purpose. He believed that anyone placed under his care deserved to feel protected, respected, and completely at ease in his presence, so he made it a point to remain dependable no matter the situation. Knowing people could rely on him mattered more than praise or recognition, because he measured success by the comfort and safety of those around him. Beneath his composed and responsible nature.“Don’t rush to find love. Someone always comes along in the end. I think people who want it easy and straight away are desperate, and I don’t think you’re desperate, Kate.” His voice carried reassurance rather than judgment, hoping she would believe him. When Kate made a teasing remark about men, Valentino scoffed dramatically and rolled his eyes with exaggerated disbelief before grinning. “You roping me into all these bad guys talk?” he asked playfully. “Some of us are genuine and down to earth. It’s just hard to find.”

[fallenmuses]

"yeah? did you like it?" he smiles. even if it felt really good and it seemed like everyone had a good time, noel can't help but fish for compliments. his eyes look down at her cocktail and he nods. "that's really cool," he beams as she tells him about the party yachts, her traveling and the celebrity brand endorsements. honey's confidence has always been obvious and it's one of her most attractive qualities. she draws him in with the ease of how cool she is at all times. it almost makes him envious, jealous that he doesn't have the same energy all day every day. sometimes he'll get inexplicably sad, stubborn and irritable. good thing this is not happening tonight. he's too happy. the barman sets the beer on the counter, getting a thanks from the musician in the form of a nod before he focus his attention back to honey. "and also intuition," the musician says before holding bottle up for a small toast. "cheers," he says and clinks her glass. "i'm really happy for you. and i'm really happy you could make it. i missed having you around."

[brokensbcys]

Honey smiled with an easy warmth that softened every teasing word, her eyes glimmering as she looked toward Noel before giving him a playful wink that carried just as much sincerity as mischief. "You know I liked it. I always have a good time wherever you're involved," she said with a light laugh, raising her glass and gently tapping it against his in a quiet toast that felt more meaningful than the gesture itself. Her expression settled into something more genuine as she held his gaze, the smile lingering on her lips. "I've missed you a lot," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "They don't make many people like you anymore, Noel. Everyone feels so boring and uptight these days, but I've never gotten that impression from you. You've always made me feel like I could be completely myself around you without worrying about being judged." She scrunched up her face with an affectionate grin before leaning over to press a quick kiss against his cheek, lingering just long enough for the sentiment to land. "I really appreciate how real you are with me," she murmured, her smile returning with unmistakable fondness. "I saw how many girls you got screaming for you tonight. You know how to capture their attention, huh?" She teased.

[luciddream5]

Ari wasn’t aware of the guilt plaguing Bryn, only her own guilt. Had she made a mistake? Should she have tracked him down? She shouldn’t have been so selfish as to run from that feeling she had with him that one night which deprived her daughter of a father for 2 years. There was no way to go back in time, change anything, all she could do was try to do a better job, be a better mom now by allowing them to meet, giving him an opportunity to be there. She couldn’t help but wonder if Bryn might be angry with her if and when he figured out that she certainly had the means and ability to find him sooner. If so, she figured she’d deserve it. Sure, she’d been a mess at first, during most of the pregnancy, but after that, when she got onto stable ground – well, she had no excuse for doing nothing to find him. A soft smile formed, nodding slightly, “She’s pretty amazing,” she offered.

Taking in a breath, Aurora started slowly, mentioning her father. She had no plans to bring up her uncle or cousins – the Morettis – and delve into all that. That was possibly a topic for some other time. As it was, she wasn’t involved in their dealings aside helping Alyssa from time to time. A hint of a smirk graced her features, “Oh he knows she has a father,” she assured him, “But I told him we weren’t in touch, I didn’t have your number or last name,” and that part was true. Could she, back then, have probably found her way back to his place? Definitely. And that was mostly cause the driver she’d called to pick her up could’ve done that. A brow raised at all the protests. It made her wonder if Bryn did have something to hide – and made it very clear he had no clue about Malcolm Sterling. A dry, vague little laugh fell, “You clearly don’t know about my dad. He, uh… he’s helped me a lot with the pregnancy and Nyla,” she left it at that, not wanting to bore him. “Even if I tell him not to do it, he’ll do what he thinks is necessary to protect her – but I want you to know that’s not me. I – I can’t stop him. Malcolm Sterling is a force. I’ll talk to him, but I know my dad. He’s going to run the check, make sure you’re not some criminal.” Aurora paused, lips pressed together in thought, “But he has no control over what I do so… if you want to meet Nyla tomorrow or this week – whatever, just let me know. We’ll find a time that works. You can come over or we can meet at the park.”

[brokensbcys]

Bryn let out a quiet breath, trying to organise thoughts he had never imagined he would have to voice. The reality of the situation still felt surreal. Until Aurora had found him and told him the truth, he had no idea he had a daughter. There had been no signs, no conversations, and no opportunity to prepare himself for becoming a father. Everything he knew about Nylah had been learned within the span of a single conversation, and he was still trying to process what that meant. Looking at Aurora, he offered an apologetic smile before speaking carefully. “I don't know about your father,” he explained honestly. “I barely know you, no offence.” He lifted a hand slightly, hoping she understood there was no malice behind the words. It was simply the truth. They had shared one memorable night together, but beyond that, they had remained strangers. Neither of them had spent time discussing surnames, long-term ambitions, family histories, or the details of their personal lives. At the time, those conversations hadn't seemed important, and neither of them could have anticipated that one evening would eventually connect them through a child.

His attention shifted toward the practical question of meeting Nylah for the first time. “I think we could meet at a park,” Bryn suggested after a moment of consideration, his tone calm and measured. “I think she might be more comfortable where there are other people around. I don't want to make her home a scary place where strangers”, he pointed toward himself with a small, self-conscious smile, “come in and she doesn't feel at ease.” He paused, hoping Aurora could see he was thinking about Nylah before anyone else. “I think a park would do justice,” he continued. “Somewhere open, somewhere she can play if she wants to, and somewhere she never has to feel trapped or pressured.” The idea seemed to make more sense the longer he thought about it. “I think we need to figure out someplace close enough where Nylah can get to easily, but also somewhere close enough where I'll be able to get to as well.” Reaching into his pocket, Bryn pulled out his mobile phone and unlocked the screen, already searching for nearby parks that would be convenient for everyone involved.

[luciddream5]

Remy snuggled into Hayden, but, on the inside, curled into herself a bit, too. Even drunk, this sort of shyness settled in her, like an uncertainty of herself. She felt the lips against her head, his form so close, and her drunken mind couldn’t quite wrap around why he wanted her. Well, moreso, her drunken mind was sure he didn’t want her. She half murmured at his words, nothing really coherent, just a quiet little sound of confirmation she’d heard him, sort of absorbed his words. There was a little shrug, but she simply nuzzled into his chest like it would somehow quench whatever insecurities filled her. It was clear, though, she was fading. The alcohol’s effects were pulling her into a drowsy state, lids heavy as she finally tipped her head to look up at him.

Fingers curled slightly over his chest, sliding across to hold onto him more tightly. His words helped her a bit, settled some of that bit of restlessness that held on just beneath the surface. “’m lucky,” she mumbled, words still slurring. The blonde was fighting to keep her heavy eyes open, simply wanting to be with Hayden, but it was a battle she was quickly losing. Eyes shut briefly before pulling open. She mumbled something mostly incoherent, “… no… don’ … wa-ant…,” the words seeming that she was talking negatively about herself, but the phrase fading out before she finally simply passed out against him. Before sinking fully into the deep sleep, her small form curled into him just a little more.

[brokensbcys]

Hayden watched as Remy nestled closer against him, instinctively seeking the comfort of his embrace. Without a word, his hand moved slowly up and down her arm in a soothing rhythm, hoping the gentle motion would ease the tension lingering in her body. He noticed her eyelids flutter open for a brief moment before growing heavy once more, exhaustion gradually winning over. A small, reassuring smile touched his lips as he brushed a few loose strands of hair away from her face. “Just sleep, baby,” he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper, careful not to disturb the peaceful quiet surrounding them. Wrapping an arm securely around her, the brunette shifted just enough to pull her comfortably against his side, making sure she was fully supported before settling back. With Remy resting against him, he carefully balanced his laptop across his lap, angling the screen so its glow wouldn't bother her. Every so often, he glanced down to make sure she was still sleeping peacefully, his hand never straying far from her. For the next hour or so, he quietly worked through emails and unfinished tasks.

Eventually, Hayden reached the end of his work and gently closed his laptop, setting it aside with as little noise as possible. The silence that followed felt comforting, broken only by the soft hum of the room and Remy's steady breathing. He adjusted the blankets, tucking them snugly around both of them to keep the early morning chill at bay before leaning carefully over her. Within easy reach of the bed, he placed a full bottle of water on the bedside table, wanting to make sure she had something waiting for her whenever she woke. Satisfied that she was comfortable, he settled back onto the mattress, his arm naturally finding its place around her once again. It wasn't long before sleep claimed him as well, the weight of the day finally catching up. Gentle snores escaped him every now and then, quiet enough to blend into the peaceful atmosphere.

[ad0rati0ns]

she wore a jersey and everything, just to look the part. cadence enjoyed hosting, even if soccer wasn't really her thing. but she enjoyed making little snack plates and setting up little decorations, no matter the event. cadence walks to the living room, doing her best not to block the screen as she sets down a platter of pretzels, chips, and mini sandwiches. at the chorus of boos, cadence straightened and quickly stepped out of the way, murmuring quiet apologies. the furrow in her brow disappears at greyson's words. she smiles, walking towards her partners. "okay, if you say so." just to make sure, she watches the other men's faces for any hint of anger, but find them too attached to the tv screen.

[brokensbcys]

Greyson looked up as Cadence approached, his expression softening the moment she came within reach. Without hesitation, he rested a gentle hand at her waist, carefully drawing her a little closer, more out of concern than possessiveness. His eyes searched hers, trying to gauge whether she was truly all right after what had happened. “Boys will be boys. It doesn't mean they should be disrespectful,” he admitted with a disappointed shake of his head, clearly unimpressed by the behaviour he had witnessed. His thumb brushed lightly against her side in a reassuring gesture before he asked, “Are you okay?” His voice remained calm but earnest. “You are allowed to tell them off, you know,” he added, encouraging her to stand her ground without hesitation.

[mysterymanjoseph]

He says, "I know you are more than just attractive Honey, that makes your entire package that much hotter, it is those that don't know you that will be just feasting their eyes so to speak." "Those that do know you, well, they will have to be thinking if they measure up to your standards and have a chance with you." He nods, then says, "Well, I topped off the gas tank in my Jeep before getting here, can take a long drive if that is what you want, you pick the direction and destination."

@brokensbcys

[brokensbcys]

Honey glanced over toward Joseph and let out a small scoff at his comment, though there was little real irritation behind it. The fading evening light caught in her red hair as she absentmindedly twisted a loose strand around her finger, her gaze drifting toward the horizon instead of meeting his eyes. “Can we head towards the cliff? You know, at the other side of town? I just want to look at the city as it turns darker,” she confessed, “I want to just relax and not think much tonight,” she added, sounding as though she needed a break.

[illusionxwrites]

he was so kind. he was exactly the person she needed to find that day. it was like god himself intervened on her behalf, led her here. maybe she wasn't as broken as she thought she was, or as full of sin as others led her to believe. her head against his chest, she peered up at him, waiting eagerly for an answer. "okay." she said in a small voice, a smile on her lips, mimicking his.

he walked away from her and she took the moment to gather herself, wipe her eyes with the hand not slick with arousal. her heart still raced but out of excitement this time; she could've sworn that she heard the lock click into place, echo through this place of worship. when he looked back at her, she gave another smile. her hands gathered up her skirt, hiked it up so she could slide her fingers beneath her panties, slowly slipped them down her legs until they were discarded. then she moved towards him, leaving them behind. "i don't know what i'm doing." she admitted sheepishly, worried about disappointing him with her inelegance. "but i want to do it. i want to help you too. will you show me?"

[brokensbcys]

Bodhi turned and made his way back toward Ophelia, his measured stride carrying him across the room as his eyes stayed fixed on her. He bit down lightly on his bottom lip, a smile threatening at the corners of his mouth as he closed the space between them until only a breath separated them. His presence was steady rather than overwhelming, warm rather than demanding, as he looked into her eyes. “I can show you. I am always here to offering a helping hand, you know that,” he said, his voice low and reassuring.

Bodhi tilted her chin ever so slightly, encouraging Ophelia to look up at him as his thumb drifted gently across her cheek in a soft, affectionate caress. His touch lingered for only a moment, careful and unhurried, conveying tenderness more than urgency. A fond smile settled on his face as he studied her expression, wanting to be certain she was comfortable with every step they took together. “I think we should take things nice and slow to begin with,” he murmured, his tone patient and reassuring. “To really make sure that everything feels perfect.” His words reflected not hesitation but intention. His hand slide down her stomach before parting her legs. "Has anyone else ever done this for you?"

[mysterymanjoseph]

He says, "Earning money is good, so long as it does not do harm to others." Thinking on her question, he says, "Well, I don't have what one would call 'hands on knowledge', so there might be someone with me who will keep me from making a disastrous decision Winnie, but, I think we can deal with each other."

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[brokensbcys]

Winnie looked at Joseph with a measured expression, one eyebrow lifting as she weighed everything she had learned about him. A faint, knowing smile softened her face, replacing caution with quiet confidence. “I think we can deal with each other as well,” she said evenly, her voice calm but sincere. “You seem like a good man from what I know of you.” The words carried cautious trust rather than blind faith.

[luciddream5]

Maybe all, or most, families had their issues. She knew Wyatt’s did from what they’d shared thus far. The only family she could think of that she half swore was basically perfect was Remy’s. They argued, sure, but it didn’t seem to be often, and they were all so close. She knew Remy talked to her parents and brothers almost daily. They were the type that had a family group text. Sure, her family was close to some degree, but not group text close. She knew she couldn’t complain, though. Her parents and siblings loved her, loved each other. There was no doubt in her mind they’d be there for her in a heartbeat. There were certainly problems, difficulties in her relationship with her mom, in particular, but she tried to remind herself that she still had a much better situation than most. They did care, did check in on her, ask about her life, and she knew she needed to appreciate that, even if her mom could be a lot sometimes.

Getting attention wasn’t hard for Nova. Sometimes she did that as this need for validation, but once she started dating Wyatt, she tried her best not to do things intentionally to make him jealous. She didn’t always succeed, but she made the effort. The truth of it was, his attention, affection, and validation meant more than anyone else’s, and she made every effort to return that to him. Giving a small nod, “Yeah?” she asked, looking over at him as if attempting to inspect his features, somehow make sure he was really alright. A laugh fell, “Man enough, huh? I swear, you could cut off a limb and try to say you’ll walk it off,” she teased, “but, like, don’t do that,” she added. Her hand moved to rest atop the one he hand on her leg, making sure not to block his fingers if he went back to strumming against her skin. “Really? I love that, getting to experience it together – whatever it is… and if it’s not food, we should get food at some point. You know I’m not nice when I’m hangry,” she teased though it was certainly true.

[brokensbcys]

Wyatt had never been particularly close with his family, and over the years that distance had only grown wider. They weren't the kind of family who gathered for weekly dinners or called each other just to talk. Most of the time, the only contact they had was a quick greeting at Christmas, a birthday celebration, or the occasional family event where polite conversation barely scratched the surface before everyone went their separate ways again. There wasn't any dramatic falling out or lingering feud that defined their relationship, it was simply a quiet disconnect that had always existed. Because of that, Wyatt had found his real sense of belonging elsewhere. His band had become the family he had chosen, the people he spent nearly every day with, whether they were rehearsing, recording, performing, or simply wasting time together between shows. They understood him in a way his relatives never quite had, sharing the same passion, ambitions, and chaotic lifestyle that came with chasing music. He was close with every one of the boys in the band, but his bond with their lead singer, Summer, was especially strong. Having grown up together, they shared years of memories, inside jokes, and experiences that couldn't be replicated, making their friendship feel effortless and genuine.

As Nova joked about his ability to shrug off injuries, Wyatt couldn't help but laugh, the sound filling the car with an easy warmth. "I would say I could walk off a cut off limb. you aren't wrong there," he admitted with a grin. "I am good at putting up with pain. I am really good at manning up," he added with another amused chuckle, though there was some truth hidden beneath the joke. Years of drumming through sore muscles, bruised hands, and endless touring had taught him to ignore discomfort and keep pushing forward. Keeping one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, Wyatt glanced sideways at Nova, a mischievous smile creeping across his face. "I might be taking you to a food place, so it'll keep you happy," he teased, raising an eyebrow before letting out another quiet laugh. "So you won't be hangry anymore." There was a playful confidence in his voice as he continued driving, clearly enjoying the light-hearted banter and looking forward to seeing her reaction once they arrived.

[luciddream5]

Remy could’ve named names, but the last thing she wanted was for Finn to get some wild idea of tracking them down. No matter how much he might promise to behave, she knew there was always a chance that his protectiveness over her would win out. She loved and appreciated how he looked out for her, but she couldn’t help worry about him at the same time. It was clear to her if he could somehow guard her 24/7, keep her safe, wrap her in bubble wrap, he’d probably do it. The idea sometimes did make her laugh, though. He was her big brother, but he truly was one of her closest friends, as well – someone she trusted completely. If something were to happen, God forbid, he’d certainly be one of her first calls – right behind Hayden and, of course. It was a toss-up on if she’d call him or their parents first, depending on the situation. Nodding, “I’ve known you my whole life. I know how your curiosity is sometimes,” she teased. She reached over and gave his hand a small squeeze before drawing back to sign, “You’ve always been my protector, but sometimes I need to keep you safe from yourself. Those guys aren’t worth the trouble.”

Laughing, Remy shook her head slightly, “Very good thing,” she agreed. Their dad was a little more chill about a small bit of language, but their mom definitely didn’t like it at all. A brow raised, “I’m sure you would – and probably hit one of them or more,” she offered a smile though she wasn’t joking, either. It’s exactly why she didn’t bother naming specific names. If she had to pick someone in their immediate family who had the worst temper, it was probably Finn – but Remy never saw it as necessarily negative. From what she’d seen it was usually because of someone hurting someone he loved. The problem was his reactions, often needing to calm him down or for someone else in the family to do it. At the mention of Hayden, though, Remy smiled, nodding, “He is, absolutely. I’m definitely blessed to have him. I can’t wait to marry him. And you know mom is beyond excited. Every time I talk to her, she brings up the wedding,” Remy couldn’t help but laugh. The couple hadn’t even picked a date yet, but she did appreciate having the help with planning it. Mentioning her good friend, Emma, she smiled at Finn’s expression. It was clear to her that he was very smitten with her, something that she was thrilled about. Another laugh fell, “I have no idea, either. She’s way out of your league,” she teased her brother – though she’d certainly had friends with crushes on him, telling her how hot he was which always made her crinkle her nose. After all, he was her brother so she couldn't see it. "I am glad you married her, making one of my closest friends my sister."

[brokensbcys]

Finn let out a slow breath, the tension leaving his shoulders as he listened to Remy speak. He understood exactly where she was coming from, even if he hated that she had been put in that position. Finn had always been fiercely protective of the people he loved, especially his family, and he knew better than anyone how quickly his temper could flare if someone hurt them. It wasn't something he was proud of, but it was part of who he was. When someone threatened the people he cared about, reason often took a backseat to instinct, leaving him ready to defend them without a second thought. Gently squeezing Remy's hand back, he looked at her with concern written across his face. "If you need me to go after them, or if they mess around with you again, you will tell me, right?" he asked in sign, raising an eyebrow. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable seriousness behind his words. Finn wanted to protect her more than anything. He wanted to know she felt safe wherever she went and that she never had to deal with people like that alone. Whether she needed someone to stand beside her, defend her, or simply listen, he wanted to be that person.

The conversation became lighter when Remy admitted how excited she was to marry Hayden, and Finn couldn't stop the wide smile that spread across his face. He had never seen his sister so completely in love, and it made him genuinely happy to know she had found someone who made her feel cherished. The way she spoke about Hayden left no doubt that he was her person. Finn signed confidently, "I can see you two getting married in the next year or so. I think you two are really good together. You're a good match." He meant every word, believing they balanced each other perfectly and brought out the best in one another. When Emma's name came up, his smile softened into something warm and affectionate. "I couldn't find anyone better than Emma. I adore Emma. She makes me so happy," he signed, unable to hide the love in his expression. Thinking about her always filled him with gratitude. Emma had changed his life in ways he never expected, encouraging him to become more patient, understanding, and confident. "She's made me a better man for sure," he added honestly.

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