𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 .

[brucelees]

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[brucelees]

i'm really not trying to make it a habit to not be around for 2 weeks straight asdghfjk. life got busy, but i'm still here and into my threads <3 will lock in this weekend for sure!

[preciousprincesa]

[serotnin]

[pinkniall]

imagine your otp

[soultiies]

valentina had never pictured herself as the type of girl who would forgive things that she had considered unforgivable. so for example, getting cheated on in her book was just not forgivable. when she had found out about her boyfriends infidelity it had completely crushed her. one of the first things she did and she wasn't sure why except for maybe she was going to the source without going to the actual source. if anyone would know her boyfriend better than her it would be his best friend. she had gone there for answers and comfort and ended up leaving with so much more than she had intended. now things were a mess and a good chunk of it was her fault as she found herself forgiving something she shouldn't. "yes...we ended up talking it out and everything is...fine." she wasn't sure if she could even convince herself of that. "that's why I came here, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page and agree to just...pretend that last night didn't happen."

[brucelees]

wyatt just stares at the girl for a moment, as if he's waiting for her to tell him that she's only joking. "fine?" he repeats, pulling a face as if the word tasted foul in his mouth. "but he cheated on you, valentina. not like flirting, not like one-time mistake you could maybe spin into something less shitty. like, he actually cheated." none of this is brand new information, but even after talking about it extensively the other night, wyatt seriously doubts if it fully registered with her. god, if she was able to forgive sawyer that easily, what's going to stop him from doing it again? a humorless huff falls from his lips as he drags a hand down his face. maybe the worst part is that he isn't actually surprised. his best friend is a smooth talker, probably didn't even have to try hard to convince her either. he gets up from the couch and takes a few steps away, creating just a bit more space between them like he suddenly needs it.

"so, now you just wanna like, hit the rewind button? pretend you didn't show up at my door in tears, telling me everything he did, and you want me to pretend i didn't…" he cuts himself off, feeling sick just thinking about what he really wants to say. pretend i didn't feel that way about you long before last night. no, maybe this is exactly what he deserves for crossing the line himself. cheater or not, sawyer is his best friend, and has been since high school. he has no right feeling the way he does, certainly not after doing what he did with sawyer's girl. valentina is a different story, though. it's not her fault, she deserves more than this, deserves to be with a guy who can make her happy. "no… we're not on the same page, val," he frowns, shaking his head once. "i can't pretend it didn't happpen. you can, maybe, and if that's what you need to go back to him, cool…" his eyes flick down briefly, before meeting hers again, his voice softening. "just.. don't ask me to act like it meant nothing to me, okay? i can't."

[problematiqce]

Minsu tilted his head and gave a small chuckle. "Not like that... Interesting." He pulled back and ran his fingers through his hair slowly. "Inviting you over wasn't meant to be some kind of... innuendo. I just tend to like hosting at my place." He found it interesting that the other wanted to make sure it was known he wasn't promiscuous, suddenly wondering what it would take to get the man to come to his place. "But of course if you'd rather go somewhere public, I'd be more than happy to take you someplace with witnesses. He knew what he could be like. He was cold and off putting, often saying things that sounded strange. But none of that mattered. He had no issue with being thought of as weird and was having a good enough time just trying to learn more about Ashe. "Come on. My driver should be out front. How about we get going."

"I have a few ideas. Italian or sushi maybe." He began heading towards the entrance of the building. "And you know... If I'm making you uncomfortable you could always just tell me what you don't like. My goal is to make you comfortable and it seems I'm doing quite the opposite." He had no problem reading the room and figuring out how the other felt about him. It wasn't like Ashe was trying too hard to hide it. Of course Minsu would only do so much, but he also knew it was a good idea to keep the other feeling comfortable and at ease.

[brucelees]

ashe blinks, feeling a little flustered by the direction this conversation had suddenly taken. "oh no, i didn't mean it like…", he starts, then cuts himself of with a soft, awkward laugh. "i just meant, like, you know. my stranger danger alarm and basic survival instinct suddenly kicked in. better late than never?" a faint flush creeps back into his cheeks. "i'm sure your place is great, though. just maybe not first date, uh, i mean first meeting material." despite his efforts to smooth it over, ashe can't help but feel like he's somehow managed to make it even worse. when minsu mentions his driver, ashe lifts his brows slightly. "you have a driver?" he echoes, surprised by the comment. "i guess you weren't joking about this whole patron thing then, huh?" then how come ashe couldn't shake off the feeling that minsu sounded a little too good to be true? however, his curiosity is once again piqued, so he tries to shake off that paranoid feeling as they head toward the exit of the museum. "italian or sushi? wow, that's a hard choice for someone who loves both, and who hasn't eaten yet," he remarks, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "but i think… sushi. feels less heavy." as the two are approaching the parking lot, where his driver was indeed waiting, just like the other had said, ashe is caught off guard by minsu's sudden self-awareness. "hey, you're not…" he hesitates, feeling a little bad now that he might have offended minsu. "uh, you're not doing a bad job. you're just kind of… intense?" a quiet huff of laughter falls from his lips. "like, saying things that sound like threats, when you probably don't mean it that way. that's mostly it." the younger glances at the other male, shoving his hands casually into his pockets. "but it's cool, really. i can handle a little weird. i'm in a rock band after all," he jokes, eyes crinkling as he smiles at minsu. he genuinely seems to mean it, and appears a little less intsense than he did before. "but thanks... for wanting me to be comfortable."

[on-the-vin3]

Soft missionary and tongue kissing wouldn't be so bad right about now

[likeag6s]

muse: alfie harris, 32, he/him + open to: m/nb + plot: y/m and alfie are best friends, and alfie has been in love with y/m for the longest time and never said anything in fear of losing the other. he's finally about to tell them his feelings when y/m shared that they're seeing someone new. give me pining yearning angst pls ;-;

"oh—it's... nothing important." alfie inhaled a deep breath, before offering them a small smile. "how long have you been seeing them?"

[brucelees]

aidan doesn't answer his best friend right away, but there is a flicker of something sharp behind his eyes when alfie brushes it off so easily. nothing important. admittedly, that pisses him off more than anything, reminds him of all the times aidan has come to the painful conclusion that alfie doesn't care as much about him as he does about the blonde. so, he decides to do what he does best, which is leaning into it. a quiet, but amused chuckle falls from his lips, head tilting as he studies his friend like this is all very inconsequential. as if he isn't paying far too much attention to the way alfie just asked him that. "mhmm," he hums, dragging the sound out for the sake of being irritating. "a few weeks or so." a lie, or at least a huge exaggeration, but the other doesn't know that. his gaze flicks over alfie's features, gauging his reaction as if he's waiting for something to crack. "you know what i really like about sonny? aside from the fact that he has the body of a calvin klein model? it's that he's just so... uncomplicated," he adds, with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, like that is some major selling point. "low expectations and no baggage. refreshing really," he continues, with the same casualness in his voice, even though he chooses every word deliberately. aidan knows he should just leave it there, but he doesn't. icy blue eyes settle back on alfie, as something a little more pointed slips out of his mouth. "but i suppose that's not really your thing, is it, alf?"

[likeag6s]

muse: mikaera kauri, he/him, 32. — mechanic !

open to: m/nb + fwb. plot: no strings attached with angst c:

"look—you don't have to make it a big deal. we slept together and that's all to it. just because i'm nice to you, it doesn't make us lovers."

[brucelees]

"uh? and who is making it a big deal? i was just asking, is all," rei huffs, a little defensively. "lovers, isn't that the right word to describe two people hooking up?" the younger male scrunches his nose. english is only his second language, and casual sex usually isn't his thing, so it's entirely possible he got it wrong, trying to define whatever it is that's happening between him and mikaera. embarrasing, if so, but either way, he'd never admit to making a mistake. "hm, it makes sense to me," he adds, before the mechanic can get a word in. "but i guess i'll consider your definition then. what was it again?" he asks with a sigh, rolling his eyes. "oh, and just for the record, you really aren't that nice."

[wcrstbehavior]

closed to: @brucelees muse: jameson "jamie" kingsley. 29. he/him. personal trainer. based on: this.

"So, let me get this straight," Jamie began, brows furrowing in confusion as his arms folded over his chest. "You bullied me back in high school because you thought I was dorky and lame as fuck? And now, what? You suddenly think I'm hot now for no reason other than I learned how to workout properly?" He let out a laugh in fake amusement, "You're a fucking joke."

[brucelees]

"...what?" rei blinks a few times, completely thrown by the stranger's reaction to what was supposed to be a simple, flirty comment. bullying in high school? sure, rei had participated in that sort of thing back then, trying to fit in with the right crowd, but he's damn sure he would remember the six foot four unit standing in front of him, even if he wasn't entirely sober right now. he stares at the tall male for a beat too long, brain struggling a little to keep up with the coversation. "bullying you? man, i think you've got me mixed up with someone else," he responds with a crooked smile tugging at his lips, dragging a hand through his hair, deciding to not take the man too seriously. "i mean, yeah, i was kind of a menace in high school, but i don't remember you." his eyes flick over jamie again, less subtle than he probably would have been if he wasn't buzzed. "and i feel like i'd remember, because you're not… forgettable, or whatever," he adds, tilting his head slightly. "but hey, if you're still holding onto your teenage angst from some random guy calling you lame a decade ago, i'm flattered to think i made that much of an impact."

[wcrstbehavior]

closed to: @brucelees muse: lucille "lucy" callahan. 26. she/her. bakery shop owner. based on: this.

Lucy had been waiting practically all night to wake up the next morning because she knew they would be calling her. However, even though she made sure to set an alarm, she slept right through it (after a long day at work), prompting her to miss the whole phone call. Lucky for her, they had left a voicemail, so she quickly opened it and listened to what they had to say. Halfway through, though, Lucy's smile instantly faltered when she heard the sound of another woman's voice in the background of it. Maybe she was overthinking it, maybe it was just a friend they had over or something. But in the morning, though? It couldn't be someone they were seeing, right? Too many thoughts were running through her head; she didn't know what to believe. She stopped listening to the voicemail, then called them right back, waiting for them to pick up the phone.

[brucelees]

ezra didn't expect a call back so soon, since lucy didn't pick up her phone this morning. he didn't think much of it, figured the girl must have been tired from working long hours at the bakery. considering the crazy way his morning had gone, he wasn't exactly in the mood to talk to her, but he didn't want her to worry either. the tension still lingered in his house, even though his father's former criminal associate and her goons had left hours ago, after their attempt at intimidating him. ever since his old man's arrest, ezra had felt the pressure as his oldest son to take over the business, but stepping up meant stepping into the line of fire. it was a part of his life he had never told lucy about, and would prefer to keep it that way. "fuck," he mutters under his breath, dragging a hand down his face before finally answering. hearing her voice, he is quick to soften his tone. "hey, babe," ezra says, voice still a little rough around the edges. "i called you earlier. figured you were still asleep." he pauses, eyes flicking briefly toward the front door, as if he expects it to swing open again. as much as he's trying to keep it cool, he can't seem to relax. "we should go somewhere soon. you and i, i mean. i think we could both use a vacation."

[brucelees]

open: m/nb plot: "i'm nervous about my first big concert, and i really need some comfort and reassurance from you, even though it's the middle of the night" au connection: significant other, one-night-stand, fwb, best friends with secret feelings, etc.

"hey, are you still awake?" ashe whispers softly, reaching out to give the person sleeping beside him a gentle poke in their side ( as if being nice about it makes waking them in the middle of the night any less rude. ) "just making sure, because i can't sleep at all. butterflies are going crazy in my stomach, you know? not because i'm nervous or anything! i'm just really hyped for the concert, is all," he explains, leaning in closer, his mouth brushing near their ear. "so, um, if you are still awake... could we just like, cuddle for a bit?"

[brucelees]

open to: m/f/nb plot: "we have been dating on and off for months, and you moved in with me a week ago, but now you're upset with me because you suspect me of cheating, and trashed our bedroom looking for evidence. but i didn't cheat, i'm just an emotionally constipated bastard" au

"was all of this really necessary, love? you see, this is why we can't have nice things anymore," saint breathes out, the exasperated sigh of someone who knows he’s repeating himself, who knows that his words will once again fall onto deaf ears. truth be told, the two of them couldn't be more different if they tried. them, a whirlwind of emotion, and saint, sensitive, but locked behind a mask of stoicism that he couldn't shed. crossing his arms, his gaze flickers around their trashed bedroom. "out of curiosity, though, what was it that you were hoping to find in here?"

[brucelees]

open to: m/f/nb plot: "you're dating my best friend but he's kind of an asshole who cheated on you, so you came to me for comfort and we ended up kissing (or hooking up). next day, you tell me you forgave him… that's cool but i like you a lot and kinda wanna do what we did again?" au

wyatt never expected it to happen, but he had somehow ended up way too close to his best friend's significant other last night. of course, the story about his buddy's cheating habits didn't come as a surprise to him when they told him. wyatt himself had caught him more than once making moves on another person, and had straight up told him how unfair he was being, and that he should just break up, but his friend never did. now his significant other had found out the truth themselves, and wyatt had tried his best to console them. he did not plan what came after that, even though admittedly he always did have feelings for them, but crossing that line after the incident was wrong of him. the next day, he found out just how big of a mistake he had made, when they knocked on his door again. no small talk, no drinks, they came straight to the point after they sat down. "hold on, you're telling me you.. forgave him?" his brows knit together, confusion and disbelief flickering in his expression. "but... i mean, what about what happened last night, between you and me...?"

[brucelees]

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[likeag6s]

isik's eyes widen when dante tells him to shut up. he knits his brows, wanting to retaliate, but he doesn't. instead, his gaze falls to his lap. he chews on his bottom lip, a habit he's had since he was a child whenever he's nervous. he feels the familiar ache in his chest, the same one he felt years ago whenever dante avoided him. it hurt then, it still hurts now. suddenly, he's taken back to when they were younger, the summer where it all happened. isik shakes his head, words stuck in his throat. he was left confused, wondering for years if he had done something wrong, thinking he was never good enough for the other... or for anyone else.

"it doesn't matter," isik finally speaks as he lets out a soft sigh. "what's done is done and i just... i'm tired, dante." he looks at the other, "you don't have to do anything, it's not your problem to deal with." isik would have to deal with his boyfriend one way or another; it was only a matter of time before they part ways. "i'm sure you have your own worries to deal with." he wonders what would've happened if dante never left, but like what he said, what's done is done. there's no point in wondering what if. he takes in a deep breath, "anyway," isik wipes a hand over his face, "i haven't been back here in a while... does the house still look the same?"

[brucelees]

dante lets out a quiet, humorless huff at isik's question, hearing the shift in his voice as he tries to steer the conversation elsewhere. it immediately grates on him, like the other is closing the door already, right after he cracked it open. "seriously? you're really gonna do that right now?" dante glances over, brows knitting into a frown, not just annoyed but frustrated in a way he can't ignore. "we weren't talking about the fucking house," he pushes, with a slight growl. "you said loved, past tense." dante can't let it slide, even if it leaves the air thick with tension. "so, what the fuck does that mean? he has checked out already and you're just hanging around waiting for him to be fully done with you? that is what you're settling for right now? is that who you are?" there is no softness in his words, but there is something else dripping from them, a twisted jealousy he admittedly isn't sure he even wants isik to see or understand.

"if that's the case, of course i'm gonna call it out, because..." he cuts himself off abruptly, seeing the broken expression on isik's face. guilt starts to creep in, even if his intentions weren't to be cruel, but to make isik realize this guy doesn't deserve him, that he could do better. okay, his motivations for doing that weren't entirely noble and selfless, but that doesn't change the fact that his shitty boyfriend is making him miserable. "look, i… i'm not trying to…" he starts, then stops, jaw clenching. hurt him? push him? make things worse? it's obvious he has done all of the above. "i know… i'm coming at you hard," he admits, gaze softening slightly as he tries to rein his frustrations back in. "and maybe i've lost my right to do that after i left, but…" he swallows thickly around the lump that has formed in his throat, but forces himself to keep going. ""but i can't pretend that i don't see it. you're unhappy, and he's causing you to feel that way." his eyes narrow, pausing briefly before asking his next question, hesitating a little as he's uncertain if he even wants to know the answer. "just tell me… do you actually love this asshole?"