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sweetness, sweetness i was only joking when i said i’d like to smash every tooth in your head
sometimes it's best to sweeten a deal with a little sugar instead of going at it alone. it had taken approximately ten minutes for her to scope out the club and choose who she deemed to be the proper fit for her next undertaking. it was clear to see that the man sheathed in the dark of the room and sat atop a cushy couch in the corner was the one person she needed in order to pull things off the right way. there was an air to him that caught her attention, a swagger that made her gravitate and lock on to him. this is the reason why when she approaches, there is no subtly in her actions. she is not demure when fishnet clad thighs rest about either side of him and she interrupts his conversation with a straddling of his lap. the aim is to catch his attention. "hi." she says sweetly, her doll-like eyes batting long lashes at him as tattooed arms come to wrap around his neck. "i got a proposition for ya~" her mouth whispers these words against the smirk of his own, bright white teeth taking hold of his lower lip for a playful nip as she continues. "y'see that guy over there? he's got on a fifty-thousand dollar watch an' i'd be willin'a split with ya... " she presses a kiss to his lips, delves her tongue inside for a taste and to sweeten the pot before pulling back, "whaddya say, baby. help a girl out?" // @gurlrot
edged focus has rio’s brow furrowed, but lean arms splay casually over the back of the couch. it’s a game plan he’s cookin’ up with mick, the piece of muscle idling in a chair alongside him like the right hand he is. ironing out the bullshit standing in the way of him and a nice, big check. mind’s so curled up in it, he doesn’t register the girl ‘til she’s sliding over the tops of his thighs and pressing herself up flush. and she’s right there, can smell her like it’s the only thing existing in the room now and he answers her lead in with a vibrating hum. chin’s angled up in acknowledgment, the wings of his inky eagle stretching around his throat. accepts her bite and her words without straying gaze, doesn’t seem to matter anyway ‘cause her lips are on him like smoke and fire and it’s feelin’ like no ain’t on the multiple choice.
“i dunno, where i’m sittin’, you don’t look like you need a lotta help,” rio notes with a graveled tone, head canting slightly to the side as he watches her face. arms lower, his hands at the fishnetted knees folded on either side of him. “you could go and take a ride on any fool in the joint,” he continues, long fingers sliding up her thighs, “bat them eyelashes an’ do it like that,” shifts pointedly beneath her, his touch unwavering in it’s path up her sides to the arms linked behind his neck, “and pick him for whatever he’s worth.” shit, she could slide the watch right off the dude’s wrist and he probably wouldn’t keep up with it. makes rio wonder if she’s workin’ that magic on him. he plucks her hands free and makes to check them out like he’s gonna find his wallet in ‘em, only a ghost of a smirk in the corners of his mouth. “it’s a good game.”
❥ 𝟖𝟎𝐬 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
sentence starters inspired by various lyrics from random hits from the 1980s !! some lyrics have been slightly modified to be more usable . change gendered language & add context to your needs . happy roleplaying !! ♡
“ something’s buggin’ me . ” “ something ain’t right . ” “ my best friend told me what you did last night . ” “ i should have been with you instead . ” “ wake me up before you go . ” “ i’m not planning on going solo . ” “ take me dancing tonight . ” “ you’re my lady , i’m your fool . ” “ it makes me crazy when you act so cruel . ” “ come on , baby . let’s not fight . ” “ we’ll go dancing & everything will be alright . ” “ we’ll go dancing tomorrow night . ” “ it’s cold out there , but it’s warm in bed . ” “ don’t look at it like it’s forever . ” “ i guess that’s why they call it the blues . ” “ time on my hands could be time spent with you . ” “ picture my face in your hands . ” “ live for each second without hesitation . ” “ never forget i’m your man . ” “ cry in the night if it helps . ” “ i simply love you more than i love life itself . ” “ some boys kiss me , some boys hug me , i think they’re okay . ” “ the boy with the cold hard cash is always mister right . ” “ you know that we are living in a material world . ” “ i am a material girl . ” “ boys may come & boys may go . ” “ experience has made me rich & now they’re after me . ” “ opposites attract . ” “ you must try to ignore that it means more than that . ” “ what’s love got to do with it ?? ” “ who needs a heart when a heart can be broken ?? ” “ it scares me to feel this way . ” “ there’s still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away . ” “ i’ve done alright up ‘til now . ” “ i wanna dance with somebody who loves me . ” “ i’ve been in love & lost my senses . ” “ sooner or later , the fever ends , and i wind up feeling down . ” “ when the night falls , my lonely heart calls . ” “ don’t you wanna dance ?? ” “ i’m sick & tired of everything . ” “ all i do is eat & sleep & sing . ” “ there are moments when i think i’m going crazy . ” “ the sight of you will prove to me i’m still alive . ” “ some boys take a beautiful girl & hide her away from the rest of the world . ” “ i wanna be the one to walk in the sun . ” “ you could never know what it’s like . ” “ there’s a cold & lonely light that shines from you . ” “ you’ll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use . ” “ did you think this fool could never win ?? ” “ i’m still standing after all this time . ” “ i’m picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind . ” “ i’m still standing . ” “ if our love was just a circus , you’d be a clown by now . ” “ heaven is a place on earth . ” “ they say in heaven , love comes first . ” “ we’ll make heaven a place on earth . ” “ in this world , we’re just beginning to understand the miracle of living . ” “ i was afraid before , but i’m not afraid anymore . ” “ when you dance , there’s a magic that must be love . ” “ i’ll be coming for your love , okay ?? ” “ i’ll be gone in a day or two . ” “ i’m slowly learning that life is okay ?? ” “ it’s no better to be safe than sorry . ” “ you’re all the things i’ve got to remember . ” “ you’re shying away . ” “ i’ll be coming for you , anyway . ” “ sweet dreams are made of this . ” “ who am i to disagree ?? ” “ everybody’s looking for something . ” “ keep your head up . ” “ it’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you . ” “ there’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do . ” “ i seek to cure what’s deep inside . ” “ i’m frightened of this thing that i’ve become . ” “ some are born to sing the blues . ” “ sometimes i feel i’ve got to run away . ” “ the love we share seems to go nowhere . ” “ once i ran to you . now , i’ll run from you . ” “ you need someone to hold you tight . ” “ don’t touch me , please . ” “ i love you , though you hurt me so . ” “ i just want to tell you how i’m feeling . ” “ we’ve known each other for so long . ” “ your heart’s been aching , but you’re too shy to say it . ” “ you’re turning heads . ” “ anything you wear looks good on you especially . ” “ there’s nothing i can tell you that you haven’t already heard a half a million times , but still , i’d like to say you wear it well . ” “ they can’t compete with you . ” “ you’re more than just a pretty face . ” “ you’ve got exactly what it takes . ” “ can you feel it , too ?? ” “ i toss & turn in my bed in the morning when i think about you . ” “ i attempt to look my best for you . ” “ you sure are sweet . ” “ would you mind if i had a little bit more of your time ?? ” “ just keep doing what you do . ”
sentence starters: lyrics that make my inner romantic go brrrr. tw: drowning, religious references
❝ every thought i have turns the language blue. ❞
❝ in just one dance, i’ll make your dreams come true. ❞
❝ i’d have you, you’d have me. ❞
❝ all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling. ❞
❝ if we hold onto each other, we’ll be better than before. ❞
❝ i never leave it unsaid. why can’t i leave it unsaid? ❞
❝ honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up. ❞
❝ oh my love, please tell me were you real or just a dream? ❞
❝ if you stay, we can stand at the edge of forever. ❞
❝ tell me what’s broken and i’ll try to fix it. ❞
❝ this isn’t the ending that you deserve. ❞
❝ run away with me. ❞
❝ if i start to look like i’m sweating, well… it’s ‘cause i am. ❞
❝ let me be the place where you hide. ❞
❝ i should be over all the butterflies, but i’m into you. ❞
❝ in your eyes, i see the dawn of brighter days again. ❞
❝ i like you, and i hope you like me too. ❞
❝ please don’t be in love with someone else. ❞
❝ everything i need is right here by my side. ❞
❝ i’m indecisive, but this time i know for sure. ❞
❝ i miss you more than anything. ❞
❝ i’m pretty sure this isn’t how our story ends. ❞
❝ i can’t not be with you or be just your friend. ❞
❝ and in the end, i’ll be with you. ❞
❝ now just please, love, let me take it on my shoulders. ❞
❝ i love you, and that’s all i know. ❞
❝ you’re the love of my life, you know that i’ll never leave your side. ❞
❝ i don’t know why i tremble when you reach for my hand. ❞
❝ please don’t stand so close to me, i’m having trouble breathing. ❞
❝ you put your arms around me and i’m home. ❞
❝ you burn my ears with your magic voice. ❞
❝ did i make your voice shake? ❞
❝ i think we’ve loved a thousand lives, i try to find you every time. ❞
❝ i could drown myself in someone like you. ❞
❝ this is how it feels to fall in love. ❞
❝ was it me you wanted when you said you wanted something more than what you knew? ❞
❝ all my life’s been a whisper without you. ❞
❝ i’ve been alone in a million places and i’ve seen god in some dirty faces, and all that i could think about was you. ❞
❝ oh, what if you are the only one for me? ❞
❝ but what if this time means something more? ❞
thornicide:
did some animal part of his brain dreaded saying her name aloud might somehow summon her ? is that why he never did ? she came anyway : standing apart from everything as if plucked straight from a summer painting . the corners of her mouth twist itself into something of a smile that never touches her eyes . strange . strange because adelaide is strange , isn’t she ? ❛ today i do . ❜ her tongue favors sweetness , it’s true : bellinis , cranberry cocktails , white russians if it’s feeling spicy! — or does it ? maybe it’d merely been easier to convince her body into accepting pre-determined assumptions and infused expectations without so much rebuttal . regardless , that bourbon is his & she wants it . wants it because it doesn’t really belong to her . and sugary sweetness could never hold a candle to the satisfaction of making something your own .
❛ i know you were expecting something else . forgive me , ❜ docility unspools from velvety tongue ; ( forgive her , darling . how can you not ? what a monstrous creature ought to deny such a gentle plea ? ) spindly fingers reach beyond the bridge of his nose , close enough to assault it with a feminine fragrance , dodging the bottle & aiming for his glass instead / it cushions against pillowy lips , strong notes of oak and caramel immediately recognized .
❛ men tend to respond better when doing business with mr.buchanan rather than adelaide , i’m sure you understand . ❜ how had he pictured “him”? was he an old, bitter man? did he have a beard ? was he balding? did he have an accent, a wife, children? people’s creativity when it came to the portrayal of her alter never ceased to amuse her . ❛ it felt —– inadequate , to send a representative in my place , once i knew it was you . ❜
i’m sure you understand. “nah,” rio shakes his head, palming at his stubbled chin. he doesn’t understand at fucking all. his eyes glitter curious, half annoyed and half charmed and that’s a familiar feeling. proximity to her insists on it, always has. addie’s claim also triggers mixed feelings -- could she really have not known it was him? would she confess it if she had?
in the end he smiles crooked, scoffs a laugh, because fucking hell this is trouble... and real interesting. standing up tall, he finds her eyes proper now and rio’s pleased to find not a lick of change in that mad crystal gaze. “so guess it is your’s.” the words have to claw from his mouth, same as back then, but doesn’t make it any less true. his time and talents and attention, they belonged to her like a dancing little ballerina in a box she could open whenever she wanted to be amused. was meant for her like the bottle of bourbon for mr. buchanan.
in response to that grim realization, rio reaches behind the bar to pinch another glass between his thumb and forefinger, wraps the rest of long digits around the bottle and inclines his head further into the mostly empty bar, to a more fitting table, all tall chairs and high backs. he takes one of them with his free hand and pulls it out for her, sniffs like he’s doubtful. “you’re the boss now?” one brow raises like that doesn’t bode well, but half his mouth twists up, too. eyes almost narrow ‘cause something’s gotta give. got to be some man somewhere she’s got strings in. “how the fuck does that happen?”
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adelaide waltzes into frame like some ghostly apparition , carrying a breeze of the past in her cherry blossom perfume . tidy as ever : high collar tugged at the base of her throat and hair pulled back into a glossy barrette , each step she takes seems to cover equal distance .
❛ is that for me ? you shouldn’t have … ❜
frown’s already tugging soft and unexpected on his mouth, takes him a beat to turn in his barstool. back straightens and chin tips to the ceiling as he sizes her up. time’s blurred memories at the edges and he squints like he’s trying to place her face, but still pretends like he always knew it was gonna be like this. “-- you don’t drink bourbon.” a blind fuckin’ guess. the bottle’s edged and dark, a far cry from the slender necked refined champagnes she’s gotta be the type to drink. shit, she looks like a bottle of somethin’ expensive and bubbly and too (deceptively) sweet.
“what are you doin’, adelaide?”
kausten:
of course she doesn’t answer. kate wouldn’t be kate without her aloofness and hardened feelings. more so when it comes to feelings that kate couldn’t afford to have, even with all the money in the world. but she doesn’t need to say it out loud. it’s an unspoken infatuation. whatever’s happening with them, whatever was happening with them, is on the list of many reasons why she needs to disappear.
❛ marshal. ❜ she corrects with a tilt of her head and twitch of the corner of her lips. he’s all cool confident in his abilities, which isn’t really anything crazy considering he was half the time just the puppeteer. and kates not really worried, either. escaped edward multiple times before, but she needs reasons. excuses. and that asshole was just a good one to hide behind.
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eyes drifts to her empty glass, finger tracing the rim once again as a beat between them grows. makes it look like she’s actually thinking it over. even though she’s already made up her mind. one way or another, she’s leaving in the morning. still, greens flicker back up, searches his browns. ❛ three. ❜ she finally states, sniffling. hands raise her glass, motions bartender to fill her up. ❛ i got a motel for tonight. i’ll drive back in the morning. ❜
eyes roll on instinct and his lips smack, admonishing, but also like he’s tasting the idea. three months? bullshit. but he lets that hang, finding priority in draining his own drink in a lazy amble to keep up. palm pillows the sharp cut of his jaw as he looks at her sideways, blinking slowly. “wouldn’t be that motel ‘cross the street, would it?” expression barely twitches, but there’s a wicked grin in his eyes.
a pause lingers as he carefully twists his glass against the table, the fresh amber liquor swirling the bottom. he takes a sip and sucks his teeth. “i’ll drive you back.” the amount of truths this girl has told him could fit in the palm of his hand and he wants to tell her she’s more trouble than she’s worth, but they’d both know that’d be a lie... and that’s what the real trouble is. he’s hard pressed to stop.
rio fixes her with a stare, a challenging smile lilting on his mouth. “don’t be a fuckin’ coward, kate.” it’s a preemptive sentiment, thinly veiled reverse psychology. he nods shallowly. “we’ll drive back in the morning.”
👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness . + 🔁 ( aka kate helping rio heh. ) / @kausten
sharp intake of breath hisses between clenched teeth and his arm stops dead in it’s upward track. bruised ribs don’t got a breath of mercy for him today and two broken fingers taped together on his right hand render him altogether useless in helping kate tug his shirt on. ain’t no new holes in him at least, just the old gun shot wounds mostly healed hidden in the brownish purple skin stretching over his shoulder.
he leans against kate’s solidity for a beat, catches his breath before he licks his lips and attempts lamely to start buttoning up the shirt. “i got a thing to do tonight,” he rasps, tone more cracked than gravelly now. the beating he took wasn’t a pretty one, but at least he still looks better than the other guy. dark eyes flash to her’s and there’s a mix of deadpanned impatience and wary humor there, but altogether blank in it’s vulnerability. “need you to go in my place.” leave it to rio to demand a favor from her while she’s still in the middle of another one.
@gangfrnd submitted whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no.
❛ i wasn’t … ❜ voice trails until it doesn’t, catches her bottom lips between her teeth as corners of her mouth tug upwards. supposes he knows a bit about her at this point, still defense comes to mind first thing with kate. sniffles, then smiles a feign motion of sweet at him. ❛ i need thirty grand and you don’t get to ask why. ❜ likely because she’s planning on skipping out on him and that money will be going towards a new identity.
“mm-yeah, what’d i just say?” no rings in the air, and maybe somethin’ else too, so he tears his eyes away from the paper to find her hamming it up good just for him. well -- him and thirty large. there’s a pause while he pretends to pat himself down, arches a brow at her. “you wanna check my pockets?” rio ain’t got the patience to ask the forbidden why -- she wouldn’t tell him anyway and he could probably guess. he sniffs, tilts his head at her and tries on a phantom smirk. “you really thought that shit would work?”
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eyes examine his features after the three little words, almost as if she’s searching for any explanation in his expression. eye contact remains before she blinks away, leans against her seat and dips her chin. ❛ we both know the money wasn’t the issue. ❜ which is honest, because she had made more money in the few months she spent working for rio than she had doing her little schemes and leeching the three years she’s been on the run. maybe even before that, too.
kate stifles out a laugh, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. ❛ i’ve been doing just fine. before you and after. ❜ fine. but exhausted. all she knows how to do is run. she’s just hoping fleeing the country will buy her some temporary stability. eyes flicker back, brows knit together briefly. there’s something weird in her stomach sitting here across from him, but she curves it and instead continues her hardness. ❛ i have places to go. ❜ kate resorts, shifting until she’s leaned on forearms. ❛ look – i told you, edward is getting closer and i need to leave. and i’m making sure he’s following me away from your business. ❜ a beat, she squints. ❛ you knew i wasn’t going to stick around forever. ❜
“yeah, so what’s the issue?” leaves his phantom smirking mouth like it’s rhetorical and it might as well be, rio know she likely ain’t answering that shit. even if she did, wouldn’t have his name attached to it. no sense in talkin’ about business and pleasure ‘cause even he’s not sure which is which and when.
leans forward again at that tinkling laugh, runs a heavy palm over the bristle of his five o’clock shadow. “and i got places for you to be.” rio means it when he says he can use her, and not just like lobby art. there’s a function for kate in his crew, a purpose. it’s just one of the reasons he’s not keen to let her slip between his fingers. clicks his tongue quietly against his teeth. “i’m not scared of some fuckin’ cop.” it’s... a downplay. and he gets that the marshal is damn near a figurative beast chasing kate these days, but part of his confidence is rooted in truth. “nah, i don’t need forever,” he tells her, head tilting thoughfully. “just... mm. six months?”
kausten:
kates trying not to stress, but it feels like she’s constantly on her toes and now that she has rio to worry about, the weight holding her down is far heavier than before. been around him and his crew enough to know he isn’t exactly keen on letting things slide, to forget the fact there’s someone out there who knows what he does, even if kate had her own baggage. the more she thinks about it, her eyes bounce around the bar, wondering if he didn’t come alone, wondering if he had his own agenda.
elbow placed on table, hand reached behind her ear to impulsively scratch behind it. between rio and edward and all the other enemies she’s made over the last three years, she’s itching to flee and buy herself a few days to get her head together. stifles out a scoff, eyes rolling and she’s growing impatient. downs the last of her drink before returning her attention. ❛ what are you really doing here, rio? ❜ avoids his question with her own. as if she’d tell him anyway. ❛ what do you want? ❜
hands lay flat on the table as he leans back, tastes the liquor on his lips. head gives a half shake like he’s surprised she even needs to ask, half impatient and half impish when he locks his gaze and shrugs, “you.” and he means that like he says it, except he’ll qualify it with a dry smile, cocking his head. “and your expertise.” safe to say kate can get into places he can’t and... yeah, she’s got potential.
feels like business again when he tucks his elbow along the back of the booth, sprawled out and watching her. “what, i ain’t payin’ you enough?” brow springs up like it’s a dare. more he’s trying to cover his ass with that bravado. yeah, he’s here to petition her, since it’s crystal she’s got no qualms about ditching the scene and what else is he gonna do... kill her? “you’re doin’ this shit all wrong, katherine. you don’t run when things get hot, you lay low. and like i said... you ain’t shit at that.” a thoughtful nod dips his head. “i got places for you to go.”
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freckled canvas remains cold, narrowed eyes steady on familiar face. the simple answer for her disappearance was that she was getting too close. too close to getting caught, too close to rio. michigan was probably the longest she stayed in one place since miami, and it had gotten too dangerous to stay. so she did was she did best. ran. one way ticket to australia sitting in her bag, awaiting the morning for kate annie to start a new life. and here comes rio to put a dent in plan.
❛ if i ratted you out … you’d be in cuffs by now. ❜ she states, coolly, using calloused knuckles to wipe the remaining bourbon from her lips. and even if she had sold him out to save herself, it wouldn’t had worked. edward was hot on her tail and was running himself through the ground in order to see kate behind bars. main reason why she left in the first place. mucky color eyes finally flick away and down to her half empty glass, running fingers along the brim. ❛ how’d you find me ? ❜
“uh-huh.” says like it’s doubtful, like he knows the shit wouldn’t stick, but more than that, it’s not really the point. the feds are whatever, more often than not it’s a worry that can roll right off his oily back ‘cause of who he’s got on his side -- rio’s more interested in what it’d take for her to get to that point. “nah, but that’s not your game, is it?” betrayal and deceit are par for the course, but he’s never got the sense that kate’s the kinda girl to play to the police’s tune. it’s part of what’s brought him. “you got another way of dealin’ when you get spooked.”
and that’s what happened, right? it’s what he figures. she got scared, which is a little bit of an affront to rio, who feels like he can handle whatever bullshit blows his people’s way. kate was becoming part of the group.
he takes a pause and sips his gin, sniffs. “i mean, you really ain’t that good at hidin’, honey... just ask eddie mars.” a smirk lives in the corners of his mouth, humored and lilting smug. gaze tears away from her, casts over the room. “where to then?”
@orumad ( rio. ) submitted … 💬
❛ were you really spying on me ? ❜
“you bounced like there was smoke, katherine.” leaned up on the back corner booth of an unfamiliar bar, rio uses his fist to cage in the shadowy smirk on his lips. mean and thoughtful. dark eyes flash to her, assessing. “had to make sure you weren’t starting a fire in my house for your marshal boy to find, right?” and that was always the shit -- kate was an outsider, could probably roll on 'em all if she felt like savin’ her own skin... or at least she could try.
rio breaks into a jagged chuckle, cocks his head. “not gonna lie, was real curious to see what you’d get up to next. you’re a fuckin’ trip, man.” and there’s more to it than that for sure, he ain’t exactly done with her, but -- it’s true. she’s a federal criminal, a slippery midwest murder all wrapped up in a deceptive little package. color rio’s attention piqued.
the issue w having a standalone blog is that u can’t tell i’m still obsessed w this muse ):<
even if i don’t post here often trust i am 5eva down for good girls rp, hmu over at @orumad or add me on discord (@supsets#0052) to get into it xoxo
having a cold bourbon in honor of the LAST good girls )’: rip babs