WHAT IS A LIE?

♥ honeyed lies, and ripper grins, these are the monsters you know. mature roleplay blog. muse page is under construction. mun and muses are all over the age of 21. written by someone somewhere.   ♥

[ofsaintsins-old]

plot. your muse has a stalker whose left her notes and now broken into her house. she called on aleksei, her best friend/brother/whatever connection you go with, for reassurance and comfort - what she doesn’t know is aleksei is actually her stalker, trying to get closer to her. he's taken her back to his house for the night, and while there, maybe she finds out he's the one behind everything and is low-key into it. open to. females 21+ connection ideas. relative ( full / half / step ), best friend, brother/cousins girlfriend ( alek is prone to share with his twin and cousin though, so we might have to discuss this one ), best friends girlfriend, etc

putting the car in park, he glanced over at the woman in his passenger seat, whose grasp remains firm on his hand. everything about this evening has worked out perfectly, and the way she's not stopped seeking comfort from him? he's in heaven. leaning over, he presses a kiss to her hair. "we're home." god how he wished that were true - that this was their home, not just his. "let's get you inside. warm shower, some of my clothes. order some take out, hm? we can figure the rest out tomorrow."

[honeycdlies]

" are you sure this is okay? " amara fiddled with the hem of her sweater, trembling akin to a tiny frail rabbit. she had managed to get through the letters and the extravagant gifts with minimal nightmares and paranoia over the last few months, but finding the photos of her in her bedroom this morning.....in nothing besides her bralette and panties, it had been the piece that shattered amara. she acted on instinct and called her brother, as she always did when seeking comfort, and asked him to pick her up. she'd thought they would get some ice cream, maybe watch a movie, but he had surprised her by taking her to his house, located almost an hour away.

" i can always go home later --- i'm sure he wouldn't come back again tonight," she murmured, eyes closed and lip tucked between teeth, seeking courage she didn't know she would have. the press of his brims upon the crown of her head had soothed her nerves, if only a little, reminding her that Alek was her protector and he would never allow harm to come to her. she was safe here. safe with him. right? " does your girlfriend even know i'm coming over? " she didn't want to cause trouble, that was just who amara was --- always looking to please and keep the tides calm.

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔:m/f/anyone 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊: Troy Farrell, 30-34, bisexual, criminal (mafia related) 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙: based on - going with y/m walked in on or got caught eavesdropping on Troy & the criminals he was with (maybe they were roughing someone up for money or something go with whatever) & Troy spotted y/m then they went on a chase & now he's cornered them. idk going on my dark romance kick, anywho. hmu if you wanna plot more! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: stranger, ex/highschool sweetheart, neighbor or friend, idk whatever works~

His limbs burned and lungs heaved with each breath, making it hot and suffocating beneath the mask he wore. Troy came around a bend just as the object of his pursuit tripped and ended up sprawled on the ground. Finally. He wasn't sure how much longer he would have been able to keep his patience in check. It has been stretched thin the few times that nosy little mouse had tried to shake him but Troy had caught up with them. He always caught up.

The grin that pulled his lips back across his teeth in satisfaction went unseen but it could be heard in his tone as he clicked his tongue against his teeth and shook his head, approaching them as he, at last, got their back against a dead end. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Troy said with a sigh as he crouched down to their level. "That was very, very rude." Troy added with another sigh, his arms resting against his knees before he lazily swept one hand forward to wipe a smudge of something off their cheek. "What am I supposed to do with you now?" He asked, his tone low, disappointed and muffled from behind the mask he wore. The question was rhetorical but he wanted them to know just how severe the situation was.

[honeycdlies]

troy was and always had been bad news. that was just a simple truth. a fact without a needed explanation. lowen had been warned off troy by half the town growing up, his mother especially included in that group of critics. she had been the main culprit in the downfall of the boys passionate affair, after all. teenage hormones had blinded lowen to the harsh reality troy lived in; fervently in love and willing to do anything to keep the other in his grasp. first times, first kisses --- they were given freely for just an once of affection from troy. lowen had never caught anyone's eye before, the awkward loner in the back of the classroom, but that had changed when honey hues had locked upon his lanky form and the match was set from there.

they had a good run, roughly about three years, before the flames burned out. senior year had meant settling down, meant getting serious about the future and buffing up college applications. troy hadn't seemed to be interested in that kind of life, and lowen's mom had already endured their 'friendship' until that point rather poorly, so perhaps for her it was fate when she found out about the lack of interest in college from troy's end, deciding then and there that was the straw that would break the camel's back. his mom got the law involved, charges had been filed, and lowen had been forced to stay away from troy from then on out. he'd graduated from high school with honors and had been sent off to the sunshine state to study for his medical degree. lowen wanted to go into pediatrics --- wanted to help children and perhaps ease some of their suffering if unable to cure the root of the problem.

that was over ten years ago, degrees had been earned and he'd moved onwards to seattle, built a small community, and even found himself a partner of sorts --- although lately it feels like james was finding more interest in going out with his friends than spending time with lowen ---- but regardless of that, a whole lifetime had come and gone since he'd last seen troy, and yet somehow --- someway --- he'd managed to run into him here in seattle. that dark velvety rumble had caught lowen's attention as he was leaving through the backway of his favorite cafe.

...... and there troy had stood, having a discussion with some of his 'friends and another man about some questionable things; encouraging his conversations with a swift kick or two. blood had just started to seep from the man's nostrils when lowen realized he'd been caught and he'd begun his escape from the scene in the alleyway. those honey hues, they still sent a shockwave down his spine. why had he stopped, why did he hide in that alley --- troy's voice should've been his warning sign and yet he ignored it ..... just like he had when he was a teenager. such a foolish mistake. a stupid fucking mistake. how the hell---

a rock had been what took him down, a stone in front of a doorway from a shop had caused him to tumble to the ground and meet his past head-on with no safety net. lowen trembled, like a rabbit caught in a trap, gazing up at his former lover with wide hues and cracked lenses. a soft gasp escaped his throat instinctively when his cheek was caressed. fuck. had he always sounded like that? why was he here? long island was so far from here, there was no way this was left up to chance --- right? fuck. fuck. fuck. " what ..... what are you doing here? " he croaked, finally managing to catch his breath after what felt like an eternity.

[nosaintz]

*   open to females. plot : in the source. connection : relative ( full / half / step ), best friend's daughter, neighbor or anything else that works. age gaps get bonus points.

“ what the fuck are you doin’? ” roman hisses in the femme's ear, large hands gripping her waist to halt any further friction between them. his eyes briefly flash toward the staircase to make sure no one’s coming ― having the babysitter's ass pressed against his crotch is really not the best way to kick off his anniversary date. “ my wife is upstairs, so stop fuckin' around. ”

[honeycdlies]

" you look so nice tonight, baby, i just couldn't help myself....." juniper rested her hands over his, fingers fiddling with the tips of his own. " she gets you all tonight --- i just wanted to steal just a few minutes. " her hips wiggle in his hold, attempting to continue her teasing. her nieces and nephews were all tucked in bed; the house was silent except for the clinking and shuffling her sister in law was making upstairs as she readied herself for roman. she got the house, the ring, the kids and juni was just the scraps roman looked to have after he got his usual fill. she could have a few minutes. she deserved that. wendy would just have to deal with being a little late for their night out.

[devilstaste]

open to: f. muse: aeden. dark fae. h.enry c.avill fc (alt fc: t.om b.lyth). plot: based on this and this. maybe leading to this if you're down. connection: someone he has been "casually" courting or someone he kidnapped because he intends to make them his bride. your muse can be a human, a half fae, or any other supernatural creature. do not like this starter.

the outdoor dining area had been set, an array of handcrafted glasses and dishes laid upon the intricately embroidered tablecloth, the evening scene lit up by a scattering of candles all varying in height and colour. sat at the head of the table, aeden focused his ember gaze on the other, a pale hand gesturing to the food between them. ❝ you should eat. ❞ a small but lingering smile tugged at his lips, his voice honeyed and low. ❝ you have been here a while, i imagine your appetite must have grown ferocious by now? please, help yourself. ❞

[honeycdlies]

vicraera couldn't help the small huff that spilled from her brims, fingertips grazing over the skin of an apple --- gleaming red and supple, yet the dangers that lain in the temptations of such fruit gave her pause. " is it only my hunger that concerns you? " she couldn't help the question that fell off her tongue, glacier hues flickering towards the fae's own piercing gaze. " will you send word back to my father of my safety if i were to comply? " she wasn't a fool, she knew what strings were being pulled and what cloth he attempted to weave over her eyes. she may be but a mere noblewoman, but vicraera had heard the tales that resided in the woods outside of the village. she had been warned of such, time and time again in her lifetime, and yet it was only a fortnight ago, mere weeks after her two and twentieth names day, that such warnings came to fruition when she had went looking for berries outside of her maid's watchful eye --- in that alone, she was a fool and she would openly confess so. she should've known better. heeded to her maid's warnings --- yet that was a regret she could not dwell on. not anymore, at the least.

[horrorfilcks-deactivated2024072]

open to: anyone. 21+.

possible connections: old friends reconnecting after some time, former bully of his that changed their ways and wants to make up, friends with benefits meeting up on the outside, etc.

it was very obvious by the way they were acting that they hadn't read his book. and as amusing as their little charade was, c.j. decided it was in both their best interests for him to throw them a lifeline. "it's okay, you know," he states finally, a small smile starting to worm its way up on his face, ever the kind heart. "you can say you haven't read it yet. my feelings won't be hurt." if anything, he knows a few others at this beach house party that haven't read his debut novel yet. even his friend who invited him to the party in the first place hasn't even opened the package yet, let alone read it. but c.j. doesn't mind.

[honeycdlies]

lowen halfheartedly attempted to conjure up an excuse, the words threatening to roll off the tip of his tongue before shame crept up on him like a riptide. they'd been close friends once, the other practically being the only friend lowen had and the very crush that spiraled his realization for his attraction towards his own sex --- and yet he hadn't made time in his spur of the moment decision to come to his launch party to actually read his book. what an absolute fool he'd been. " i do plan to read it, actually --- it's just i thought i'd have more time before seeing you. " he couldn't help but blurt out, inwardly wincing at how it came out and yet lowen continued to vomit nothing but words that did not make the situation better in the slightest. " it's not that i didn't want to --- it's just i didn't know if you'd want to see me but i realize you wouldn't have invited me if you didn't but still....i should've read the book and i apologize. "

[novemindie]

muse: adrian houghton. security manager. trans man. pansexual. open to: males or amab non-binary folks - spouse, partner, one-night stand, friends with benefits, sex worker… plot: adrian is a trans man and he finds himself unexpectedly pregnant. now, he has to tell the other parent…

“can you just pay attention for a second?” adrian said, a little agitated at the seeming lack of interest from the other person. “i’m pregnant, okay?” he spat it out and hated everything about it - that word, what it would do to his body, how it would affect his life. “and it’s yours.” he added, possibly unnecessarily - but well, he just wanted to clarify.

[honeycdlies]

ascelin stilled, the paint brush in his hand mere moments from being an utter mess upon the floor. his heart was in his stomach, fluttering away like a butterfly caught in a widow's web. pregnant. adrian, his childhood friend and sometimes lover, was pregnant. he was going to be a father. a man who barely could afford a roof over his own head would now have to provide for two others. his paintings weren't worth enough, weren't good enough, and his body could only make so much --- he'd have to start finding more clients and how the fuck was he going to make time for a child between that? " what....what do you want to do about it? " he choked out, finally finding his voice after what felt like a lifetime. " what do you need from me? " did he want this? want them? where did they go from now?

[loveisliquor]

open to: anyone (m/f/nb) plot: friends to... ?

"All this time I wasted..." She's half asleep, curled into her best friend's chest. She is still tipsy from too much wine, and too little sense, and everything feels right, easy-- too damn good. They're too close for her to have any hope of evading her traiterous little heart, too close for her to deny that it's been skipping beats all night when they look at her a little too long. It's a strange thing to realise, that your best friend is more, and even stranger to curl up next to them and try to bury it. Revelations like that never stay put for long-- they have a way of bubbling up. "You were right there all along."

[honeycdlies]

ringlets of warm crimson spilled between dainty digits, weaved tight as if the locks were the anchor against the storm brewing deep in grace. bella had been her confidant in life, between the stars and the worlds below, and she had loved her just as much --- if not more than any of them. the suffering of watching her long for another, finding her way into the arms of others, would be worth enduring if it made her friend happy. if it was truly what she had longed for in this lifetime. grace could endure such torment, she would without a second thought, and yet it seemed the cause of her friend's woes....was her. " bella..." she warned, halfhearted and soft, as she attempted to flame out the kindling light that was blooming in her chest. the mere glimmer of hope that bella might too feel as she did. " you've had much too much to drink, i think it's best if we get you back to your chambers. " please, her heart could not take any regrets being spewed between them.

[vacationeyes]

there's a hum that leaves seven's lips, shrugging his shoulders towards the other. fingers tap a surface nearby as he listened to the other. "alluring, obviously. could i fake it with vampire and witch powers? sure, but, that's too easy." he states, chuckling softly to himself. "i just figured we had our cake and eat it too agreement." he shrugs his shoulders. "maybe you should replace the whore on their knees once in a while." seven shrugs, walking over towards the other to grab his chin with his head of the day. "perhaps you should remember whom you're stuck with for eternity."

[honeycdlies]

too easy. was it but a mere century ago that what they felt for one another could have them in ashes in one slip of the tongue? too easy, the allure of forbidden love but a memory in the era they now immersed themselves in. they had fought for their love. once, they had skimmed the seams of a dangerous line --- now, not a twitch of the eye could be found if hands intertwined. " you have such an agreement, i just follow your lead. " he scoffs, lips pulling back into a grin that was too sharp to be considered sweet or adoring. " do they not please you, beloved? do you not find what you need within their mouths or within their bodies? " emerald hues glimmered as his chin was taken hold, but not a measly protest slipped into the air as other vampire took his place before him. an entire lifetime, perhaps even a few over, had taken place between them and yet it felt like this one was the one that would crumble them to ash. " do i not please you anymore, seven? " do you not love me as you once had? am i not enough?

[seafoamveil]

"You should tell them to fuck off," he deadpanned as he averted his eyes away from her completely. Rhys knew the second wife would always be concerned about the first, but the relationship between him and Cordelia that had formed out of necessity was something entirely different. It didn't matter what Rhys had said, spoken to his family's allies: he would always be a suspect in the death of his first wife. The cigarette dangled from his lips, irritated that the conversation had returned to his former wife, but it was to be expected. There had been no time for him to grieve, to think about it before he was married off once more; The oldest son of the Hawthorne family was too important to not be married to someone who could continue their family line. Scoffing, "I guess my mother has a type," he turned facing his wife, "do you think you're a dead woman walking?"

[honeycdlies]

she certainly felt like a ghost, a phantom in the night when she wandered the gardens and the halls that once belonged to another woman. she had been loved, adored until that adoration had rotted in the wake of her death. cordelia was born and bred to turn ivory into steel --- this home, this family, this man was hers to raise up and worship. she just needed....time. she would adjust, she would. she could not make a mess of this. " i think....it's more like i'm meant to watch my step and do my best for our family. " she spoke with care, fiddling with the diamond band 'pon her dainty finger. some days it felt more like an anchor than a display of their unity as one. " do you miss her? " she had to know if this darkness would linger in their bed for the rest of their days together.

[mythicalmen]

"Bold words for someone sulking over wine of such news" Owen remarked, voice deep and low as the king stood behind his consort as he loomed over him. He'd been made aware of Amir's attitude for the past day or so, that he was drinking more than typical and seemed to be in a worse mood since talk of the new favourite with the king had reached quite far and wide within the castle. Although only Owen knew the truth about the matter - for now.

His royal attire of fabrics and armour pieces were on full display, his hand reaching down to grip Amir's chin and tilt his head up to make him look him in the eye. "For all of your typical pouting and poor attempts to hide your supposed hatred for me, it seems the idea of someone being my favourite other than you has caused quite a stir for you" He remarked, raised brow and brushing his thumb across that bottom lip. "Care for a moment of honesty with your king? You might even be rewarded if you find it in yourself to be honest for once."

[honeycdlies]

the king moved as if he touched not a stone beneath his footing. he shadowed amir, steel cool to the touch and brushing against the backing of his seat. the presence of their king silenced the whispers, and the tongue of the man before him. fear weaved itself in his very eyes, apologies threatening to fall from his brims before a huff left the consort's own. perhaps taking the sound as an invitation to scurry away, much akin to the rats that wandered the castle, the servant left with his tail 'tween his legs. his loose tongue far bolder than his ability to stand before his king with a steady form, it seems. a pity, truly. amir had enjoyed his company and false sense of chivalry while it had lasted.

" is that so, my king? " he allows his head to fall back against the king's chest, lips parting to tuck the thumb between the plush of them as his heed narrowed in on the man above him. his cruel king, many nights he had thought of poisoning his drink. burn the bed he slept in, take all that he adored from his grasp --- and yet his hand stayed, and here he laid, with his head right 'pon his chest. blood stained hands, death clinging like a second skin, and yet he was as much amir's as amir's was his. this was his husband, his beginning and ending, and there was naught amir could do about it. " the truth of my words are much more bitter than the lies your pretty little lover spews to you. if you wish for me in your bed, then command it --- you do not have to play these games to gather my attention. " he played his part, and the pleasure he took from the man was as much a play to power as much as it was his duty as consort.

[honeycdlies]

liked by @cbindievrs based off this plot !

" i'm sorry about what happened back there --- are you okay? " jade wasn't always like this. she could be a bitch, she wasn't going to pretend that wasn't a fact but this was downright cruel and she felt somewhat ashamed of herself for doing it --- but this was the closest the other girl had gotten to finding something permeant and that terrified the fuck out of jade. the bet was made as an drunken college mishaps, a night that had gone to their heads, but five years later and it was still something that clung to the back of jade's mind. she couldn't imagine anyone else waiting for her at the end of the aisle now and that bitch she had with her was looking to ruin it. jade had no choice but to sabotage the relationship, sending in her best friend to sleep with the girlfriend and have her 'enemy' find them in the act. she was almost worried the girl wouldn't fall for it, that she was actually a 'good' one, but that quickly withered when jade saw her responding to ellie's flirtatious advances --- it was game, set, match after that. she just hated the consequences that came with her actions; making her 'rival' cry was never her intention but it was the collateral damage she was willing to deal with as long she got what she wanted.

[yeuphoric]

well ... at least she was saying something. ever since he'd returned to the only family he'd ever known — they who he turned heel on and abandoned, no better than the traitors they condemned — clutching his battered hat in his grasp, ellis expected the harsh words in reaction to his return, and sure enough there'd been plenty of them slung his way. but one thing he had not prepared himself for was the silence that fell and side - eyes that followed wherever he took step. an outcast here among outcasts. none hurt half as bad or ached twice as long as may. his first love. his forever love, should she ever forgive him. wishful thinking, he knew, for there was no greater sin committed than his betrayal to her. there hadn't been a moment that passed since he slipped away in the night that the guilt didn't cling to his every thought, coil around and weigh down his every limb. just one year apart but it passed in an eternity of yearning and regret that threatened to bury him in a nameless grave, alone and rotting under the red sun.

took his heavy breath, pinching at his grubby shirt to fan the heat out from his flesh. “ nobody pays any mind to mary anyway so i don't see why you're worrying your head over what she thinks. ” instinctively, his eyes circled their surroundings to confirm she wasn't in earshot of his unfavourable words. last thing he needed right now was a lecture from the old bat. “ besides, there ain't a wrong idea to be had about you and i. you've made your views on the whole thing clear enough. ” angled his head to finally look at her but in that moment, wished he hadn't. pain struck at his chest and cracked it wide open for the birds to deservedly peck out his heart. he had truly lost the beauty. broken every promise he'd ever made to her. “ so there's not a thing i can do to make it up to you ? ”

[honeycdlies]

his blues were her favorite color, a man made diamond mine that mirrored the world as a better place than it happened to be. she had no need to learn the history of god's green earth when she saw it in his eyes and heard it whispered from his lips. may had worshipped the ground he walked on, and that had her first shake with the devil's hand. she was burned, scorched from the inside out by him, and she wore the scars as the sole reminder of what his love had done. damned by a man, like her mama. her daddy and his big house, and horses, and a pretty woman worn on his arm that turned her head and kept her lips loose --- he didn't love mama, not like mama loved him. he found her in the night and planted his seed before daylight, while his woman was home waiting to keep his belly warm. the devil was in him too, and her mama had worn his scars as well. died with them too, stitching them back together with one drink too many. may was lucky, she had no babe to remind her of all she'd done wrong. her mama didn't have that. she had to see him in her. in the very eyes she bore. could may love blue even with a broken heart?

" did you find what you were lookin' for? " she asks, clutching the soaked garment between her fingers like she once clutched at his chest for comfort. his. she had been his. why had her heart not been enough? " out there, alone, did you find what you were needin'? " her voice trembled, quaked in her chest, yet she stood firm in her query. he could do nothing for her when she knew not why he'd left her for dead. left them all for dead. " tell me it was worth it, ellis lamb, and then i will tell you if anythin' can be done. " finally, she tilted her head upright, and only then did she look him straight in the eye. blue meeting green, suffering but the ocean between them. a sob, it bubbled, beneath the surface --- threatening to splinter through her lips even as she bit down and willed herself not to break for him. he didn't deserve her sorrows.

[honeycdlies]

* hit the ♡ for a starter from one of my muses based from one of the plots from your wishlist !

[honeycdlies]

open to: m / nb ! plot: amir was a prince married off to the king of a rivaling nation and spends most of his days drinking away his sorrows. he hears the king has a new favorite from your muse that is a knight / royal family member / etc or could also just be something the king overhears if you want your muse to play his role.

" the king may do as he pleases, it has never bothered me what he does in his bed chambers. " amir murmured, his brims brushing over the rim of the goblet clutched between his palms. a small shadow of an upturn tugging at the edges of his mouth. he'd been the king consort for as long as he could remember, and yet he could count on one hand the number of times he'd spent in the king's chambers. this union was naught more than a frail tie to their countries, a play 'pon power to show his husband's enemies the strength he had behind him. he managed to claim the last of the alcivar bloodline as his own and ensured they would never cross him again by slaughtering the rest of the royal family. amir could still hear the wails of his sisters, the bloodshed never once escaping his dreams. he should've done more, he should've done so much more .... yet here he sat, in the enemy's kingdom, as the enemy's king consort and wallowed in a pool of wine. his mother must be weeping somewhere in her journey through the afterlife. he would have done so if he were in her place.

[yeuphoric]

╰   *  OPEN  TO  F ( platonic / romantic / familial ) & M ( platonic / familial ) . ' we're in an old west outlaw gang together and one night i snuck out of camp and abandoned y'all and was gone for like a year but now i'm back but you're still mad at me ??? '. DO  NOT  LIKE  THIS  STARTER .

save for the horses gulping from the shallow river, the temporary resting place is far too quiet. with the hot sun beating down on their backs, most of the members have split off to find easy targets work, and ellis'd be with them if not for the camp chores heaped upon him. one of the conditions for being welcomed back into the fold, so complaints can't be voiced, though they can certainly be thought. “ how long you gonna tiptoe around and act like i don't exist ? ” finally finds the gumption to ask as the freshly washed pots tumble from his toned arms and to their designated spot with a careless clang. vivid blues flicker over in other's direction but don't dare land directly upon them, not wishing to witness any contempt that may lay in wait on those familiar features. “ i'm back, ain't i ? and i think i've said ' sorry ' damn near a hundred times already. ”

[honeycdlies]

she had loved him. loved him as far as the ocean is wide and he took all she had like the thief he is and bit off into the night. may had mourned, and spilled tears into the river each night, but with time she had mended those wounds. she had left the memory of him where she had last saw him, and continued onwards with her life. he didn't belong here, he didn't earn the right to be here --- and she would remind him of it until her dying breath. he lost the rights. he left them for dead. left her....left her to find her way. alone. what did he even want with them? what snake slithered through the grass in his soul? was it adam or eve? was it the devil himself with a trap laid out on a trail somewhere ahead of them? " when you going to stop following me 'round? " she snipped, scrubbing the red dirt from out cloth in the depths of the riverbed. she didn't turn, didn't take a glance at him, but her heart went drumming like a thunderstorm. " people going to get the wrong idea 'bout you and i --- and i don't want to listen to ol' mary and her yapping. " she heard the whispers when she laid her head down to sleep, the wonderings of whether or not the two would come around again. they knew who'd given her that pendent, the one that used to lay over her heart and now sat at the bottom of her boots. she didn't want to be reminded. not again. not now.

[honeycdlies]

open to: any and all! plot: mafia family themes. cordelia was arranged to marry your muse, a mafia boss, after the last wife died under strange circumstances. she is the daughter of a lower ranked criminal family. */ enemies to lovers type of vibe, at least from cordelia's side.

" they already say i'm going to end up like her, " cordelia murmured, placing the magazine in her hands back onto the end table. she felt a chill deep in the ridges of her spine, veining through her body until it settled right into the pit of her stomach. she would be the second wife, the stepmother, the one trying to fit a mold the previous model didn't manage to make do with. she was six feet under, somewhere, her death said to be of her own making but those who truly knew the family would realize that to be just a ruse to cover up what her spouse had done to her. cordelia hadn't wished for this life, for this marriage, but she damn well would do what she had to in order to ensure she never ended up like her predecessor. " she looks like me, when she was younger --- or at least that's what i was told by your mother. "

[inkandichxr]

"I'm sorry, if that makes any difference..." Usually he wasn't. It was rare for Kade to apologize for anything, especially if he felt justified. Tonight he had. Sending his fist sailing through the air to connect with that douchebag's jaw had been the right thing, he was convinced. But dragging Cian in to rescue him while he got off the hook yet again? That wasn't fair. Sometimes there's just this itch in the back of his head that sounds so much like a voice and he can't scratch it unless he does what it says. Tonight it was screaming violently at him. And now? Dead silent while regret creeped in. Nobody understood what that was like and Kade grew tired of trying to explain a long time ago. He didn't even think Cian really understood what it was like inside his head sometimes. Kade came off as careless and irresponsible and he understood why. Maybe especially because most of the time he had no remorse, thought it was fun. Lived for the moment and thrived under the attention it brought him. With a heavy sigh he dropped down onto the couch and spread his whole body across it, pulling Cian's jacket down to cover his face with. It smells strongly of his friend and for whatever reason that's comforting. "I don't always mean to fuck everything up." His voice comes from beneath the jacket, muffled only slightly.

"It just happens."

[honeycdlies]

that was the thing --- kade didn't seem to think, he dove straight into the pool without looking to see whether he was in the shallow end or the deepest depths the water would go. he was reckless, and he seemed to thrive off the thrill of it. cian loved him like a bad habit, followed him around like he was an addict that couldn't go without a fix. he didn't know how to be without kade, didn't know how to breathe without sharing the same air as him. a cycle that never ended, a world that didn't stop turning --- it was like losing control and not even caring to grab the wheel as the tires spun out from underneath him. he just needed kade, but he didn't know how much kade actually needed him. was he just convenient? did he think of him the same way their peers did? cian liked to think not, but he wasn't never too sure and it tugged at the strings at the back of his brain sometimes. what did kade even need with someone like him when everything was at the tips of his fingers?

" you're not a fuck up, " he mutters, rubbing the bridge of his nose rather roughly as if that'd keep the headache at bay. the puppy to the rescue, he could already see the posts being made in his head. the whispers that'd be swarming on campus. tomorrow, though. that was a tomorrow problem. today was just dealing with this. " i just don't understand why you do this ---- what did the idiot even say for you to take a go at him? " cian ignored how kade looked sprawled on his cheap ikea couch, jacket tucked over his head like a security blanket, and instead tried to focus on the topic at hand. he could ponder over the stirring of those feelings later. when alone. like every other time he fantasized about kade. " also, i don't appreciate jamie being the one to tell me what happened, of all people. " he couldn't help but add bitterly, still somewhat peeved his ex-boyfriend knew before he did about what happened with kade. the man had only gone out with him to get to kade, which was still a sore spot for cian. not that he didn't understand the appeal of his best friend, but still --- a rather low blow.