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haven't i given enough?

[darklodge]

darklodge : written by yana. 25. she/her.

indie rp blog that contains darker themes and smut. minors dni. medium to low activity.

.・ carrd.

[ofdamnation]

thinks she's getting the upper hand, however short - lived it may be. there's a chance that if she took him a little more seriously she would have actually gotten away but due to this just being a sick form of foreplay in her mind, the only thing ainsley's attempting is to be caught.

eyes roll as he yells out, refusing to shout back and give away her position. femme takes rest behind a tree to look behind her, seeing no sign of the other and thinking she'd won. begins walking again only to be whisked against nico's frame, short gasp choking her as hands immediately come up to press against his frame. " shit! " breathes out harshly, palm smacking against covered chest. " how did you even do that!? i swear i lost you. "

[darklodge]

smile spread wider across his lips as he looked down at her. " you have to stay one step ahead. " he was so sure that he was going to end her tonight. just another check by a name. her and her friends ... god, he didn't know other people could muster up so much hate in him but they did. they weren't good people. they acted like they owned the world and everyone else should get in line. he'd been brewing a plan for a month now. she was supposed to be the first ... but he couldn't do it. " come on, let's get back. don't want you to get cold. " he switched between a hunter going in for the kill to a good friend who was just looking out for her. but now he had a completely different plan for her. time would tell what he had in store. 

( time skip ) plan was in motion already. three of her so called friends had been taken care of he loved being the one who she could turn to about her mourning. he couldn't tell her outright that he knew she was better off without them. " we're all here together. nothing is gonna happen to us. " famous last words, right? but it was easier to say when he knew nothing would happen to himself or her. unless there was another psycho killer   running around town. that would've just been bad luck. " no one can get to us when we're all together. "  because one of her friends thought. that having a party all together would keep the killer away. if they only knew they invited him to the party. " i won't let anything to happen to you, alright? " he reached out and placed a strand of hair behind her ear.

[pleasvres]

❝ oh . ❞ she replies softly , gaze dropping from him to her feet again , feeling a bit awkward . she guessed that he hadn't been out much with his dad sick . just only going for the necessities . she wondered if he still went on those long drives that they did all the time back then . he'd let her pick the music and she'd have her hand out the window , letting it move with the breeze . after she asked to go with him , voice went silent . had she gone too far ? was it too soon to ask such a thing of him ? ❝ sweet , yeah . i'll just tag along and find another place to stand . ❞ she says , nodding her head . ❝ he's still around ? gosh i thought he'd retired by now . ❞

[darklodge]

he   wanted   to   push   her   away   as   some   sort   of   punishment   for   leaving   town.   not   for   leaving   him   though,   he   understood   why.   he   was   far   from   the   perfect   boyfriend   or   even   a   good   person   really. he   was   a   flawed   man.   he   had   a   hot   temper.   he   smoked   too   much   even.   he   turned   quiet   when   he   got   emotional.   he   sure   was   way   different   from   the   guy   he   had   been   replaced   with.   wyatt   had   heard   about   the   new   guy   from   people   in   town   who   still   kept   in   touch   with   her.   during   a   low   moment   he   had   gone   through   her   instagram   to   see   if   she   had   posted   anything   new   ...   and   he   learned   to   not   look   again.  she had moved on.

it was hard to keep his heart   from   hammering   hard   in   his   chest   when   he    was   so   close   to   her again.   never   did   she   completely   disappear   from his   mind   either.   she'd   been   a   part   of   his   life   so long   that   he   had   convinced   himself   that   a   piece   of   him   would   always   belong   to   her.   "   when   do   you   wanna   get   there?  "   hues   searched   for   her   familiar   gaze.   "  don't   be   silly.   we'll   go   together. i mean,   don't   we   always?   "   he   shrugged,   "   still   kickin'   it.   got   one   of   his   sons   helping   him   now   too.   "

[amourneds]

“ our   home. ”   the   words   left   her   tongue   accompanied   by   a   practiced   laugh.   kept   her   face   carefully   composed,   forcing   the   corners   of   her   mouth   up   into   a   shape   that   looked   like   gratitude.   her   fingers   found   his   wrists,   pressing   into   the   heat   of   his   skin   as   she   gave   his   hands   a   small,   gentle   squeeze.   “ our   home, ”   she   said   again.   repetition   was   supposed   to   make   the   reality   go   down   easier,   but   the   phrase   still   tasted   wrong.   it   was   a   temporary   fix   for   a   something   that   had   entirely   blown out of proportion.   when   she   first   brought   him   around   her   father,   the   plan seemed   flawless. a   cheap,   predictable   stunt   to   trigger   an   argument   and   test   the   boundaries   of   her   inheritance.   she   wanted   to   see   them   twitch.   she   didn't   plan   on   the   floor   dropping   out   from   beneath   her   heels,   leaving   her   with   a   dead   phone   and   an   apartment   where   the   pipes   probably rattled   through   the   night.   

“ the   bus, ”   she   murmured.   her   lungs   felt   tight   as   she   watched   the   massive   metal   frame   screech   toward   the   curb.   mind   immediately   ran   through   the   grime   of   the   interior. the   hundreds   of   damp   coats   that   had   dragged   across   the   vinyl,   the   grease   left   behind   on   the   metal   poles,   the   heavy,   stale   air   of   public   transit.   irritation   started   to   prick   at   the   back   of   her   neck.   “ thanks,   babe, ”   she   muttered,   her   voice   dropping   into   a   softer,   rhythmic   tone   as   she   stepped   forward   into   his   chest.   she   wrapped   her   arms   around   his   middle,   burying   her   face   into   the   fabric   of   his   jacket.   the   proximity   hid   her   expression   completely,   letting   her   roll   her   eyes   into   the   dark   of   his   shoulder   without   him   seeing   the   line   of   her   mouth   flatten   out.   the   air   brakes   hissed,   a   loud,   wet   sound   that   meant   the   doors   were   opening.   she   pulled   her   arms   back,   her   palms   landing   flat   against   his   chest   to   give   him   a   firm,   forward   nudge.   “ go   first, ”   she   said,   gesturing   toward   the   steep   rubber   steps.   she   climbed   up   right   behind   him,   the   smell   of   damp   carpet   and   old   heaters   hitting   her   instantly.   she   looked   over   his   shoulder   at   the   rows   of   low,   blue   seats,   her   jaw   tightening.   “ can   i   sit   on   your   lap   instead ? ”   she   asked,   her   fingers   hooking   into   the   belt   of   his   pants.  “ please ? ”

[darklodge]

love has blinded him completely to the warning signs glowing red around her. maybe it was an unconscious choice to not look too closely. a burning love lived within his heart. whatever he owned was hers too. it was an easy choice to share anything and everything that could make her feel better. he longed to see her usual carefree smile on her glossed lips. nothing was better than that. " alright. " did what he was told and stepped on the bus first.

eyes scanned the bus closely. not many people out tonight so there was enough room for them to sit together. he walked forward and felt her tug at him. soft smile etched on his lips as he looked over his shoulder. " of course baby. " it only made him happy that she wanted to be near him. that she found comfort in him. he sat down and pulled her hand to get her down with him. arms wrapped around her waist and he exhaled slowly. breathing out the night they'd had. " i'm proud of you. " she stood tall all while her parents hated her for it. " you stood up for yourself. that's ... impressive. you looked hot tonight. " a soft chuckle muffled by her hair.

[amourneds]

kept   her   fingers   locked   to itself   even   after   he   pulled   away.   his   rejection   was   pulling an all to familiar ache on her chest.   all   her   life,   she   had   been   the   girl   looking   through   the   glass,   counting   the   things   she   couldn't   touch,   breathing   in   the   envy   until   it   felt   like   smoke   in   her   lungs.   suffocating and all too consuming. then   she   figured   out   the   trick.   people   were   simple.   they   had   prices.   they   had   levers   you   could   kick   until   they   dropped   to   their   knees. except   him. he   was   dense.   rigid.   an anomaly.  his   defiance   should   have   turned   her   off,   but   it   did   the   complete opposite.  it  sharpened   her   fixation. watched   him   recede   into   the   blur   of   the   living   room,   her   eyes   tracking   the   movement before they   rolled.   let   out   a   short,   dry   exhale.   if   he   wanted   to   test   the   parameters   of   the   leash,   fine.   they   could   play   it   out   in   public.

turned   on   her   heel.   spotted   another drunken body.   slid   a   folded   bill   onto   their pocket,   her   fingers   touching   the   man's   sleeve   just   long   enough   to   fully get   his   attention. “ the   man   who   just   took   a   shot   from   the   bottle, ”   she   murmured,   her   face   neutral,   voice   barely   carrying   over   the   bass   rattling   the   floorboards.   asking the stranger to call aurelio with his real full name. stayed   by   the   wall,   shoulder   pressed   against   the   cold   plaster   as   she   watched   the   stranger   weave   through   the   dense   thicket   of   bodies. if   the   name   didn't   snap   his   chin   around,   didn't   make   his   blood   run   cold   enough   to   drag   him   back   to   her,   then   the   evening   was   about   to   get   intersting   for   him.   a   house   full   of   cheap   liquor   and   loose   tongues   was   the   perfect   incubator.   with   enough   alcohol   rotting   their   filters,   the   guests   would   do   the   work   for   her.   all she has to do is  drop   the   seed.   they   would   cultivate   the   rumor   until   the   truth   was   entirely   misshapen,   bloated,   and   irreversible.   a   wildfire   is   always   much more   efficient   when   someone   else   supplies   the   timber.

[darklodge]

he let out a breath as he realized he dodged a bullet. aurelio almost wanted to pat himself on the back for another success. another girl who wanted more but by now he knew how he could just ... exit the conversation without really having to let the girl down. because after all ... if he was lonely one night he might need her again. no one knew what the future held. just as he's looking around to find a pretty girl, someone tapped him on the shoulder. something was whispered in his ear and he felt his blood run cold.

". get the fuck away from me dude. " he replied with a shove and the guy disappeared in the crowd again. it had been a year since he last heard it. then name he decided to remove himself from. fuck fuck fuck. dark hues scanned the crowd and he turned. was she baiting him or was she telling the truth? he hoped his name was the only thing she knew. gaze found hers and a fire ignited in him. only a spark for now but if she kept playing around then ... it might grow into a forest fire. he b lined toward her. " what the fuck was that? " voice low to make sure no one else heard. " who else have you told? " her empty threats might've been more than he initially thought. " tell me. "

[speed-s]

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[pleasvres]

the guy that just dumped her was the only guy she'd been with . he was a distraction more than anything . just a warm body to keep her bed from being empty . to be honest , every guy reminded her of him ; a memory of what she left behind . ❝ okay , cool . ❞ kimora says , hands sinking into the pockets of her hoodie . a silence fell between them for a moment , eyes drop from him to the ground and back . ❝ oh . i just asked cause my mom said some new shops opened up downtown . . . ❞ was he tired of talking to her ? was he mad ? she couldn't put her finger on it . him bringing up the parade flashed memories before her eyes . they'd always gone together , been at the front to catch all the candy and stuff that was thrown at them . ❝ i was thinking about it . are you gonna go ? i could tag along if you are . . ❞ she says softly , hand moving to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear .

[darklodge]

“ i haven’t noticed. ” which was true but he hadn’t bothered to look around. he hadn’t been out much — not lately anyway. he was either home with his dad, going to the grocery store and then maybe a few late night drives around the empty roads. god, he missed her on those drives. sometimes they just say quietly next to each other while he let her pick whatever radio station she was in the mood for.

wyatt met her gaze finally, surprised that she asked to go with him. when he first saw her, he had tried to convince himself that the best approach was to be dismissive. careless about her return to town. though that tough exterior seemed to melt more and more the longer he stood there talking to her. " yeah, i'm probably gonna go. " if she hadn't asked to go with him he wouldn't even have considered going. " get there late maybe ... " he said with a shrug as hands were shoved in his worn out jean pockets. " only going for mr. ramirez hot dogs of course. "

[amourneds]

how   could   he   explain   to   her   that   there   would   be   no   life   left   to   enjoy   if   they   remained   in   this   city.   the   clock   was   ticking,     a    countdown   in   the   back   of   his   mind,   and   his   employers   were   growing   volatile.   their   patience   was   a   finite   resource and its   rapidly   draining.   it   was   only   a   matter   of   weeks,   perhaps   days,   before   she   was   formally   summoned   to   court   as   a   star   witness,   a   single   piece   of   testimony   that   would   inevitably   cause   the   entire   multi - billion ( not million )   dollar   defense   to   collapse   into   ashes.   it   would   mean   the   destruction   of   the   firm's   strategy.   worse,   it   would   mean   a   permanent   smudge   on   his   own   unblemished,   perfect   portfolio. it   was   a   dark   brand   of   irony,   wasn't   it.   genuinely   sweating   over   a   minor   blemish   on   a   legal   track   record,   completely   ignoring   the   fact   that   the   entire   foundation   of   his   career   had   been   built   on   the   systematic   erasure   of   innocent   lives.   

a   slow,   deflating   sigh pass his lips.   reaching   up,   his   fingers   closed   around   her   wrist,   gently   but   firmly   removing   her   hand   from   his   cheek   to   break   the   warmth   of   her   touch. “ i... ” syllable   died   on   his   tongue.   ocean hued eyes stared   at   her,   the   next   words   failing   to   materialize   in   his   throat.   it   was   an   entirely   foreign   sensation;   language   had   always   been   child’s   play   to   him.   yet   now,   his   speech   was   completely   jammed   by   a   sudden   influx   of   honesty. shifted   his   weight,   dropping   one   hand   down   to   rest   against   his   waist   as   he   took   a   deliberate   step   backward.   he   needed   the   physical   distance   to   find   his   footing,   to   separate   the   man   he   was   supposed   to   be   from   the   man   he   was   currently   becoming   in   front   of   her. “ i   work   with   a   lot   of   incredibly   dangerous,   highly   influential   people, and   these   individuals   expect   results.   they   don’t   compromise,   and   they   absolutely   do   not   accept   any   outcome   other   than   the   exact   one   they’ve   paid   for. ” he   paused,   his   tongue   catching   on   the   sharp   edge   of   his   teeth.   he   had   to   phrase   this   perfectly,   navigating   the   fine   line   between   warning   her   and   exposing   his   own   monstrous   assignment. “ they...   they   want   you, ”   he   said,   selecting   the   vaguest,   most   sterile   phrasing   possible   to   shield   them   both   from   the   cold   reality.   “ you   possess   information   regarding   the   specific   case   i’m   currently   handling.   if   you   are   called   to   the   witness   stand,   your   testimony   will   easily   dismantle   the   entire   defense   we’ve   spent   months   building. ”

he   left   the   gruesome   details   completely   unsaid.   he   didn't   mention   the   explicit,   written   order   currently   sitting   in   his   email,   the   command   that   dictated   her   permanent   silence.   he   didn't   tell   her   that   he   had   been   sent   into   her   life   as   an   executioner,   not   a   lover. he   bit   down   hard   on   his   bottom   lip,   the   physical   pain   a   necessary   anchor   to   suppress   the   remainder   of   the   truth   before   he   finally   forced   his   gaze   back   up   to   meet   hers. “ that’s   why   i’m   asking   you   this,   juliette.   to   just   disappear   with   me. ”

[darklodge]

the reality she had grown used to was going down. shattering in pieces around her feet. she would end up missing the bliss she had experienced. he pulled away and she felt the air shift between them. his body pulled away from her in a way she hadn't experienced before. " you're ... you're not making any sense. " nothing made sense to her no matter how many words came out of his mouth. " case ... you mean the criminal case? " they had been talking openly about it. sometimes it felt like he was the only person who understood how hard it was for her to step up and do it. do the right thing. chest moved up and down erratically. no control over the reaction of her own body.

" what the fuck are you talking about? " never had he said anything about being involved in the case. she had relied on him when she spoke about how hard it was going to be to testify. he'd consoled her when nothing else could calm her. the blonde shook her head as gaze moved away from him. " no no ... you knew it was me all along? you ... you had some twisted plan to get me to not do it? to not tell the truth? " chest ached. " anything to get the verdict you wanted? did you get some extra cash for sleeping with me too? something to sweeten the deal? " eyes couldn't look at him without tears wanting to fill her eyes so she looked away. " god ... i have to give it to you — you've been a good actor. playing your part perfectly. " feet take her back and away from him. " or are you gonna pretend that it turned real for you? to get me to play nice and drop my testimony? god, you really think that lowly of me. " can't stop talking for a second when she's upset.

[amourneds]

“ what   can   i   say?   i   like   a   good   challenge, ”   she   says with   a smirk.   eyes   follow   the   line   of   his   shoulder   as   he   steps   deeper   into   the   bedroom.   it   is   easy   to   make   someone   hate   you,   but   twisting   the   knife   so   they   love   and   hate   you   at   the   same   time   is   like   trying   to   keep   a   wild   sparrow   alive   inside   a   closed   fist.   she   wants   him   entirely   confused. walks   to   the   edge   of   the   dresser   and   sets   her   watch   down   on   the   glass.   “ no   one   is   in   this   room   to   tattle   unless   you   decided   to   do   so.   just   say   you   want   to   sleep   next   to   me, ”   she   mocks   him,   her   head   tilting   back   against   the   white   wallpaper. watches   him   pull   his   arms   through   the   sleeves   of   his   shirt.   the   fabric   is   expensive.   she   has   always   preferred   playing   fire   with   fire,   completely   indifferent   to   what   turns   to   cinders   by   morning.   “ a   tattoo, ”   she   says,   raising   an   eyebrow. “ did   not   expect   that   from   you,   golden   boy. ”

the   surprise   is   genuine.   she   stands   still   for   a   moment,   her   eyes   tracking   the   dark   lines   marking   his   ribs   before   she   moves   toward   the   closet. “ unlike   you,   im   not   disgusting.   i   like   being   clean   before   going   to   bed, ”   she   says. opens   the   bathroom   door   and   goes   inside.   she   closes   the   door   behind   her.   the   light   under   the   mirror   is   bright   and   white.   she   completes   her   routine   without   rushing,   washing   the   city   dust   from   her   face   before   she   reaches   for   a   piece   of   black   silk   from   the   hook.   it   is   a   thin   thing,   the   kind   of   lace   reserved   for   when   she   has   a   special   gentleman   spending   the   night   in   her   place. she   walks   back   out   into   the   bedroom. “ you   look   awfully   comfortable   on   my   bed, ”   she   notes.  slides   beneath   the   heavy   white   quilt,   her   bare   legs   shifting   against   the   smooth   sheets   until   her   hip   rests   an   inch   away   from   his. “ what's   that   supposed   to   be ? ”   she   asks,   nodding   toward   the   dark   ink   on   his   pale   skin. reaches   out,   her   fingernail   lightly   tracing   the   edge   of   the   design. “ intentional   or   product   of   a   drunken   night ? ”

[darklodge]

" mhm ... " he hummed low. " of course i want to sleep next to my soon to be wife. sleeping next to her couldn't be half as bad as talking to her. then he wouldn't have to hear her annoying voice. eyes rolled at her comment. he sure was a golden boy in the eyes of everyone else. wasn't it the same with her though? they all played their part.

eyes rolled back as she continued into the bathroom. maybe she'd be in there long enough to change her mind and end up sleeping on the couch. it would've made things easier for them both. he reached for his phone and mindlessly scrolled for a while as he heard her move around in the other room. pictures pop up from the night and their engagement is announced to the world. great. eyes doesn't move from the screen as she entered the room again. it seemed like their friends had gotten her heartfelt proposal from every angle. " it's a nice bed. " dismissive words falling off his lips. " tell me your interpretation. " it wasn't worth explaining to her out of all people. chills traveled down his spine at the sensation of her touch. " you think i'd do something on a whim? " maybe she hadn't quite figured him out as well as she thought. nothing in his life was done unplanned. well, until she walked into his life.

[amourneds]

her   world   had   always   been   built   on   a   simple   thing:   no   one   is   born   entirely   evil.   evil   wasn't   a   biological   default.   it   was   the   output   of   a   failed   system,   the   architecture   of   a   mind   molded   by   a   house   that   wasn’t   ready   to   guide   it.   she   knew   she   was   fortunate.   knew   that   growing   up   with   a   family   that   offered   a   soft   perimeter   was   a   luxury,   that   being   kind   in   a   world   this   loud   and   violent   was   a   distinct   privilege.   she   could   have   pressed   him.   could   have   demanded   a   line - item   ledger   of   every   bruise   on   his   chest,   every   broken   knuckle,   every   midnight   tracking   number.   but   what   was   the   point ?   she   doubted   he   had   walked   into   this   life   with   his   eyes   open.   doubted   that   if   he   were   given   a   blank   slate   and   a   choice,   he   would   choose   the   blood   on   his   boots   all   over   again. instead   of   forcing   him   to   list   his   sins   like   a   court   transcript,   she   chose   to   map   out   the   exact   coordinates   of   where   she   stood   in   his   life.   if   she   knew   the   boundaries,   she   could   position   herself   accordingly.   she   could   dismantle   any   fragile,   easily   persuaded   expectations   her   heart   was   trying   to   build   before   they   became   too   heavy   to   carry.

she   didn't   just   see   the   potential   for   a   different   version   of   him.   she   believed   in   it   with   stubborn   certainty.   a   slow,   deflating   sigh   passed   her   lips,   the   tension   in   her   shoulders   dropping   as   a   subtle,   small   smile   touched   her   mouth.   wasn't   going   to   push   him   any   further   into   the   light   than   he   was   ready   to   walk.   she   knew   the   mechanics   of   these   conversations.   she   knew   how   much   friction   it   took   for   a   tongue   like   his   to   move   around   words   like   redeemable. “ okay, ”   she   said,   her   head   nodding   once   to   seal   the   admission.   “ and   i   don’t   just   see   it.   i   know   you   can   still   turn   your   life   around.   you   know   what   they   say. as   long   as   you’re   still   breathing,   there’s   hope.   it’s   never   too   late   for   you,   marco. ” the   smile   remained on her lips. “ does   this   mean   you’ll   stop   disappearing   in   the   middle   of   the   night ? ”   she   asked,   her   voice   dropping   into   a   lower,   lighter   register   that   didn't   quite   hide   the   ache   behind   the   question.   “ or only   showing   up   at   my   door   when   you’re   beaten   down   to   the   bone ?   would   i   actually   get   to   be   with   you   even   when   you   don’t   need   me   to   tape   your   skin   back   together ? ”

[darklodge]

had he gone too far to ever come back to the light? he didn't think so but he hadn't tried to get out. still he knew the looming threat that was held over everyone's head if they tried to get out. sometimes it had felt good to have that kind of closeness with someone. it was like a very dysfunctional and violent family. it had been a process to get where he was. he hadn't been born tough and coldhearted. it was something that had grown within over the years. just like weeds growing in the cracks of the pavement until it had completely taken over.

she said all those sweet words one would want to hear. about how hope was the only thing that mattered to turn things around. none of it was reality though. he could get out, get off his lease and look for a normal job ... but then what? he'd be labeled as a quitter. the only thing worse than being a quitter was being a snitch. a lot of time would have to pass until they would forget that betrayal. " that's not why i come here. " it hurt to know that was what she thought it was. he nodded slowly to her questions. " can i stay? tonight? " if she expected perfection from now on she would be disappointed. " would you still like me if there was nothing to save? " now it is his turns to ask the questions. " would you want this if i was someone else? someone normal? " he was the lost dog looking for a home. finding that sense of belonging without having his hands stained red in the process.

[ofdamnation]

hearing his mocking tone calling out from a little too closely behind her, adrenaline kicking in as a type of fear she wasn't aware of suddenly causes goosebumps to form all over soft skin. " you're so cheating! you said you were gonna give me a head start, you liar! "

though she doesn't dare to stop, feet picking up the pace as she heads towards the shadow of trees at the bottom of the street, hoping she can lose him in the small acre of woods — competitve spirit shining through since she wants to win whatever sick game the two of them are playing.

[darklodge]

lips curled into a bigger smile at her words. god, playing the game with her was better than imagined. he just knew she would know what to do to make it fun. he felt the blade that was tucked into the waistband of his pants. he knew how he wanted this night to end ... but maybe he had gotten another idea. a better one.

" you're ahead, aren't you? " he yelled back as he took a turn down the other street. it meant he lost sight of her ... momentarily. then he would intersect her in just a moment. beat up converse hit the concrete as he pushed on and boom ... like expected she appeared and he reached out for you. arms wrapping around her body as he pulled her in. " gotcha. " mouth by the shell of her ear. " i thought you'd outsmart me. "

[pleasvres]

she didn't know how hard it was for him to move on . it had been easy for her . new city , new life . but he was stuck here and memories haunted his every move . childhood sweethearts are a hard thing to forget . . . no matter how hard she tried . the facade she was giving him was for a reason . feelings still lingered for her . she had tried to hide them by being under another guy but they never faltered . this is what was best for him though . what they were was not something they could be again . at the mention of his father , she offered a soft smile before breaking his gaze to look at her twiddling thumbs . ❝ no , no its fine . i'm over him anyway . ❞ that as a lie but it made her feel better to say it out loud . the break-up had been over text . didn't even have the dignity to tell her to her face . she as a bit bitter about it . ❝ y - you don't have to . i mean , i've been gone for so long that i bet things have changed around here . ❞ if she was being honest , she didn't want him to leave .

[darklodge]

he'd been with a few girls since her. nothing serious though. only a few nights of fun until he left texts and calls get unanswered. it was only a waste of time but what was he supposed to do to try to move on? but it only made him miss her more. " okay. " wyatt wasn't gonna bring it up again. not sure if they would get the chance to talk much more.

" around here? " a scoff slipped between his lips. " you know nothing changes around here. " it was still the same people, same shitty burgers at the diner and the same small town gossip. " are you going tomorrow? to the parade? " another thing that hadn't changed in town. wyatt used to like it. maybe he liked it because he did it with her. it seemed like when she went ... all his happiness went too.

[linkinmoon]

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka

[amourneds]

“ no   buses   at   this   hour, ”   he   says,   his   voice   flat   as   he   slides   the   scrap   of   paper   across   the   laminate   table   toward   her.   the   pencil   marks   of   the   mechanic's   number   look   gray   under   the   fluorescent   tubes,   small   and   messy   next   to   her   clean   hands.   “ call   him   tomorrow.   he   can   fix   your   car. ”   he   does   not   look   up   to   see   if   she   takes   it,   his   attention   already   dropping   to   the   plate   of   corned   beef   hash   warming   the   space   between   them.   a   year   ago,   before   the   world   went   quiet   and   cold,   he   would   have   driven   a   stranger   across   three   counties   without   asking   for   a   dime.   he   used   to   be   the   kind   of   man   who   kept   a   spare   blanket   in   the   trunk   just   in   case.   now,   the   diesel   in   his   tank   feels   too   expensive   to   waste   on   a   girl   who   does   not   belong   in   the   dirt   of   this   valley. “ pretty   far, ”   he   mutters   around   a   mouthful   of   salt   and   grease,   not   bothering   to   swallow   before   he   speaks.   manners   are   for   people   who   intend   to   see   each   other   again. 

he   pushes   the   remaining   hash   around   the   rim   of   his   plate,   fighting   the   sudden,   heavy   ache   behind   his   ribs   before   letting   out   a   long   exhale   that   smells   of   tobacco.   “ if   you   can   wake   up   early,   i   can   drive   you   there, ”   he   says,   the   words   falling   out   half-hearted   and   careless,   like   an   afterthought   he   might   take   back   if   she   takes   too   long   to   answer.   he   sets   his   fork   down   with   a   small   clatter   that   makes   the   coffee   in   her   mug   ripple   against   the   ceramic   rim.   “ you   pay   for   the   gas   of   course. ”

[darklodge]

gaze found the note with the name and number on it. she didn't want to think about the price tag to get her car out of the street and making it function again. she folded it up and put it inside her handbag. " thank you. " then she focused on her coffee. not really wanting the bitter taste but wanted the warmth it provided. " have you ever been? to rosefield? " guilt washed over her when she thought about why she was there. she should've visited more over the last couple of years but she barely had time or money to go. instead they sent letters and talked on the phone but when she got sick ... she heard her voice less. deep exhale as memories were pushed to the back of her mind. when she got to her destination she would deal with those emotions later.

hope ignited in her gaze when he spoke again. " can you? seriously? " or is he messing with her one last time before he drives off into the night? god, she hoped not. " i can be up early. " there weren't really anyone else she could ask. sure, the waitress looked sweet but she doubted she could get a ride from her. eyes rolled at his dramatic ways before she picked up her mug. coffee tastes better than expected. gwen leaned back in her seat slowly and another sip moved down her throat. " of course. " wouldn't expect him to do anything just for the kindness of his soul. " tell me a time and i'll be up. " would he be? she could imagine the hangover would hit him. or maybe he just drank like that always? maybe this was his normal state.

[amourneds]

“ a   life? ”  the   chuckle   dropping   dryly. he   shifts   his   weight   closer,   looking   at   the   small   space   where   she   sits.   “ you   call   this   a   life? ” some   people   exist   without   ever   breathing.   he   can   see   the   faint   shape   of   the   streetlights   cutting   through   the   window   blinds,   landing   across   her   chin   like   bars.   it   is   hard   to   watch   someone   defend   a   cage   just   because   they   have   been   inside   it   for   a   long   time. “ i   know   his   kind, ”   his   voice   leveling   into   something   flat   and   unhurried. he   thinks   about   his   own   mother   sitting   at   the   long   dining   table   in   madrid,   waiting   for   the   front   door   lock   to   click.   he   knows   how   men   like   her   husband   use   dinner   parties   and   gold   watches   to   hide   the   bruises   on   a   woman’s   wrist.    understands   the   exact   geometry   of   that   kind   of   fear   because   he   grew   up   in   the   same   house   with   it. “ what?   do   you   have   some   sort   of   tracker   in   your   ass? ”   he   asks. the   laugh   comes   out   easily   this   time,   heavy   with   the   blunt   confidence   of   a   man   who   has   never   had   to   look   at   a   price   tag.   a   bank   account   can   erase   a   name   from   a   registry   in   twelve   hours   if   you   know   which   clerks   to   pay.   the   world   is   surprisingly   small   when   you   have   the   cash   to   buy   it.

“ if   i   have   a   savior   complex,   i   will   be   doing   this   from   the   goodness   of   my   heart, ”   he   says   with   a   short   chuckle. he   is   no   prince   charming.   he   knows   the   dirt   on   his   own   shoes   too   well   to   pretend   he   belongs   in   a   fairy   tale. “ your   husband   has   some   unfinished   business   with   my   family, ”  eyes   staying   on   the   dark   line   of   her   collarbone. the   statement   is   only   half   of   the   story,   but   the   other   half   is   something   he   keeps   tucked   behind   his   teeth.   doesn't   want   to   think   about   the   way   his   kitchen   feels   empty   when   she   isn't   sitting   by   the   kettle. “ taking   you   away   from   him   and   you   being   free   from   him   seems   to   be   a   win-win   for   everyone   here, ”   he   says,   his   mouth   turning   up   at   the   corner   into   a   familiar   smirk.   “ we   no   longer   have   to   sneak   out   and   you'll   be   free   from   him. ” he shakes his head. “ if i get bored of you then   i   will   give   you   a   new   name.   a   new   identity.   a   chance   to   start   over   away   from   him, ”   he   says,   his   hand   reaching   out   to   steady   her   shoulder. “ seriously,   viv.   its   a   no   brainer.   i   dont   see   why   you're   hesitating. ”

[darklodge]

it had been the only life she had ever known. gotten married young to the first guy who showed her interest. too proud for a divorce but he had been her life. the house was his, the cars, the ring on her finger ... everything belonged to him. wasn't she just another thing on his list of possessions after all? sharp gaze met his, " you're not funny. " he made it seem like it was all simple. like she should just make the leap and put some trust in him. still a smile pulled at the corners of her lips when he laughed.

she's surprised that her husband doesn't know about him — about them. even after just a few minutes in his company ... she was changed. maybe a certain glow that only grew after they'd been together. her husband would be a fool to not notice. " if you get bored of me. mhmm ... what if i get bored of you? what happens then? " lungs are filled with air as she felt his touch. head turned to look into his dark hues. she could only imagine what secrets lingered there. “ i need time to pack a bag. ” it was obvious he thought she was staling but she was going to go through with it. he was giving her a way out and she’d be a fool to not take it. no matter her feelings for him. but her mind had been cloudy for long. years of hearing that she was destined to accept the life she had. the first time her husband ever got violent had been after a dinner party. the femme thought it had been a great night as they made it home. as soon as the door shut she’d been slapped across the face for laughing at a joke. one his friends had said something he didn’t like and she had laughed. he never corrected her in front of people though — that wouldn’t have been classy. at home though? then he wouldn’t hold back on. “ tomorrow? ” suggestion lingered between them as she turned to him completely. “ can you pick me up tomorrow? ”

[toxiicisms-blog]

can i have a plot where muse a is this rich guy and he’s in a relationship but he also has a side girl aka muse b who he sees often and makes sure she’s taken care of and pampered and basically she’s his stress relief, his “baby girl” and he always visits her when he comes home from business trips and also sends her to places in his own private jet to come see him whenever he wants and she’s basically his secret and it all starts out as fun and games and cuteness and sexiness until muse b wants more ( an exclusive relationship ) and muse a can’t give it to her pls!!

[amourneds]

wishes   she   could   say   the   same,   that   the   names   signed   at   the   bottom   of   bank   documents   did   not   matter,   but   their   opinion   is   everything.   her   father’s   approval   is   a   heavyl   reality   tightly   tied   to   her   future.   it   is   the   apartment   in   cheongdam-dong,   the   designated   seat   at   the   board   meetings,   the   inheritance   she   spent   her   entire   life   behaving   well   to   earn.   all   of   it   is   anchored   to   her   family’s   opinion.    she   looks   at   him   knowing   she   cannot   dump   the   truth   onto   him   like   a   bucket   of   dirty   water.   he   is   unfortunately   the   only   person   she   has   left   in   the   world   tonight.   the   one   fake   relationship   she   started   as   a   game   turns   out   to   be   the   only   real   thing   left   standing. 

“ home, ”   she   says,   the   word   hanging   between   them   with   a   heavy   tinge   of   hesitation.   the   syllable   feels   awkward   in   her   mouth,   like   a   shoe   that   does   not   fit.   she   would   rather   be   completely   alone   in   a   sterile   hotel   room   where   the   sheets   are   crisp   and   unfamiliar   than   at   his   place   where   the   wallpaper   is   peeling.   “ but   only   tonight.   i'll   figure   out   where   i   can   stay   tomorrow.   i   don't   want   to   bother   you   too   much, ”   she   says,   her   voice   smooth   and   careful   as   she   attempts   to   conceal   the   truth   that   she   does   not   want   to   be   with   him   at   all.   looks   down   at   her   designer   flats,   already   imagining   the   grit   of   his   floor.   “ i   don't   want   to   take   the   bus   home, ”   she   says   immediately,   her   fingers   tightening   around   the   strap   of   her   leather   bag.   “ or   the   subway. ”

[darklodge]

" yes ... home. our home. " he was so willing to share whatever he had with her. anything to make her feel wanted and loved. it was his new mission. meilin was worth fighting for. hands lingered and held her face so he could look at her. she must mourn the relationship with her parents that now are fractured. maybe fractured beyond repair.

he took a step back and reached for her hand, pulling her with him down the street. " you could never bother me. " having her close was the best thing he knew. " come on, calling a cab would take way longer than the bus. look — it's here in two minutes and we'll be home in no time. " he explained as if he thought she would reconsider. gunwoo stopped when they reached the bus cubicle. " you don't have to talk about what you feel tonight, you know? i know it's a lot. we can talk tomorrow. no pressure. " but he was there for whatever she wanted to do. " i'm here for you baby. " distance is closed between them and he placed a s oft kiss against the top of her head. scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils.