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@lcveloop
I'VE WONDERED INTO A LOVE LOOP . . . semi-selective, very slow, multi-muse indie. written with love by yo (24, she/her, gmt+3). please read my rules and don't interact if you're a minor, write dead dove/taboo topics or are a smut-centric blog, thank you!
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muse a gets turned into a vampire and their best friend, muse b, takes it upon themselves to learn everything their is to know about vampires in an effort to help them adjust to their new life and maybe they've secretly been pining after each other this whole time
Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.
❝ you know you're my best friend. i don't want to risk that. ❞
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“I don’t want to risk that either,” Mary agrees, tone unusually quiet. Vulnerability has never come easy to her and this conversation is no different. She avoids Avery’s eyes like her life depends on it, picking at the threads of her jeans with her shaky fingers instead. “Look, our friendship is so dear and so important to me. But I just, I don’t know if I can keep going like this either… It was very difficult to pretend that I only see you as a friend before but it’s going to be fucking impossible now.” A deep breath that helps nothing at all, she still feels like the world is spinning, falling apart right before her eyes. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what the right thing is. Maybe we should… not see each other at all for a little bit?”
he can't help it, really. there's something about an insanely pretty girl knocking on his door and ruining his night that gets him going. their other neighbors considered him a good guy, one of the nice ones who held the elevator and occasionally helped older ladies carry their groceries inside. “i can make you feel even more special if you'd like.” aaron was beginning to see what the problem was, ergo why he'd never dealt with noise complaints before. her apartment had been vacant from the time he moved on, right above his bedroom and his too far for any other neighboring units to hear. “i don't know, i'm not convinced. look, it's okay. i get it. girls have needs to.” if eunchae wanted to get off on his weekly hookups too, far be it from him to stop her. “you act like we live in the same room. what am i supposed to do about a couple thin walls?” sounds like something she could take up with the landlord. sure, it'd be easy enough to concede and attempt to keep things down — but it was obviously more fun to tease her about it, since she'd come all the way down here to talk to ‘lil old him. “you’re not looking at me? hello? you're looking at me right now,” he points out, glad he'd gone to the gym before this whole ordeal. his eyes train on hers, watching in amusement as they trail down before promptly landing a little too high to meet his own. well, at least the attraction is mutual. even if she doesn't seem to want to admit it. “maybe i just like being in the company of someone beautiful. i thought we were getting to know each other.” a little bit of a strange way to, considering he has another girl inside. “what? no, i'm a producer. and there's no harder person to work with than a stuck - up, self - obsessed singer. exactly why i need to cool off.” he takes another glance at her. “maybe you could benefit it from, i don't know, cooling off too. you seem tense, any knots i can work out for you?” it's hard not to check her out, because this whole image of annoyance is a good looking one, one that he would be delighted to see more of. “you shouldn't call yourself such things,” he lets out with a sigh. anyway, not like he'll see the girl after tonight. he opens his door a little wider. “okay, just come inside. i'll grab them for you.”
“Thanks,” she deadpans, eyes rolling. “But I think I’ll have to pass this time.” Maybe Eunchae should have just stayed at home, blasted her tv or put some music on and practically smothered herself with a pillow. At that time, it had sounded unbearable way to spend her evening again but now, when she’s so flustered, it seems almost peaceful, much better than her current situation. But what remains of her pride dictates that she can’t back down now. “Definitely! But I assure you, you aren’t even a little involved whenever I fulfill my needs.” Her face still feels flushed but she channels all of her annoyance into the coldest expression she can manage. “Oh, so you do know the walls are thin? And could have been more considerate of the people living around you? Interesting.” The sound she makes is weird, something between an embarrassed whine and a choked groan of protest, and accompanied by wild gestures in Aaron’s direction. “Not on purpose! You’re just—we’re talking. Am I supposed to turn my back to you?” It’s not polite but maybe Eunchae should, at least she won’t have to face him while she continues to act like a total fool. She scoffs, surprised by the compliment and maybe just a little amused, though she wouldn’t admit that out loud. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” Does Aaron simply not experience shame or embarrassment? Somehow, every single thing he says manages to be more brazen than the one that came before it. “And no, we’re not getting to know each other. What’s happening here is that I’m trying to solve a neighborly problem peacefully while you are being a nuisance.” Strangely enough, she can sympathize with his complaints to an extent. Her cousin, Harlowe, is very much a “stuck-up, self-obsessed singer” and whilst Eunchae loves her to bits, she very much is a handful, probably even more to the people she works with. But still, this isn’t the answer she was expecting when he’d said he had a demanding job. “Please. There are much harder things than dealing with someone having a diva moment.” Once again, Aaron successfully manages to completely short-circuit her brain and she gapes at him for a while, mute and blinking like an owl. “Sorry? Did you seriously just proposition me? When there’s already someone in your bed?” It would be a lie to say she wouldn’t consider it if the circumstance had been different but, then again, if they had been different, she wouldn’t be standing here at all. Eunchae crosses her arms in front of her chest, watching him carefully. She’s never been good at picking people apart and figuring out what’s going on inside their head but she wants to know what Aaron’s thinking, if only so she could stop getting surprised whenever he next opens his mouth. “Okay,” Eunchae agrees slowly. “But just for the headphones. Don’t blatantly misinterpret things again.”
"no," she haughtily denies, crossing her arms over chest. leyla didn't know how much more she had to say to make it obvious how she felt. spelling it out would be too embarrassing, especially considering her pride. but nick didn't seem to pick up on any of her hints. just her luck falling for a guy with a severe case of boy brain, unable to recognize anything if it wasn't right in front of him. she clenches her fist as he lays out his plans, taking a hefty sip of her drink. "well that's fantastic," she mumbles sarcastically, setting her chin on her palm and angling her head towards him. she pauses at the question. it's obvious, isn't it? leyla isn't able to contain her jealousy. not at brand events where she'd see the two of them coupled up in feigned happiness, and definitely not when it's just the two of them. the background noise fades as she looks at him, all while he barely looks at her. "would you do it?" she asks, genuinely. "if it really bothered me that much, would you end things?"
A heavy sigh and Nick pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m taking that as a yes, then.” It’s fine. He’s more than capable of taking care of his friends and it won’t be an issue to make sure Leyla is safely tucked in bed with an aspirin and water next to her by the end of the night. He just worries is all, maybe more than he should. Clearly, the news are not fantastic for her but he could have figured that even without the sarcasm. Nick thanks the barman for his coke with a quick nod but makes no move to drink from it, simply spinning the cool glass with his fingers while he listens to her questions, response already formed in his brain. “Without hesitation.” Though his expression is serious and unusually intense when he turns to meet Leyla’s gaze, he manages a small smile that hopes is at least a little reassuring. “Our relationship matters so much more to me than anything I could possibly get from this charade.” It must be stress, the way his heart starts beating faster then. After all, Nick has a lot on his plate and he simply refuses to entertain any other possibility. Gently, he nudges her elbow with his own. “You’re one of my best friends, Leyla. I don’t know how I could possibly make it through the tour without you. And I’m really sorry I’ve been making you so… uncomfortable lately. Just say the words and I’ll have a talk with my manager and get this sorted as fast as possible.”
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What about a plot of a personal assistant and a celeb? One where she’s been working for him since he had gotten famous. He can’t go anywhere without her and brings her everywhere he goes. They are more like best friend than boss and assistant. The media jokes about how they act like a married couple. And he can’t help but mention her during interviews. Sometimes they even sleep in the same hotel room when she’s working late. BUT NO IT’S TOTALLY PLATONIC!! That cuddling they did the other night?? Completely what friends do!
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Despite Eve's more reserved nature, her expressive features often revealed her true thoughts. This was especially true in the presence of those closest to her, such as Rohan. As soon as he mentioned his date, the playful smile on her lips immediately faltered and her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "A date?" she repeated the word as if was completely foreign to her. Eve couldn't pinpoint why, but the mention of his plans made her heart sink into her stomach. Still, she had enough sense to know she had to push her feelings aside to support her best friend. "You look fine, but I didn't know you had a date tonight! Wait -- with who?" her curiosity was evident in the way she leaned closer with intrigue. Who was this mystery person and why has he never brought them up before?
“Uh yeah.” He clears his throat, awkwardly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “That surprising, huh?” It’s true, in a way, Rohan isn’t exactly one to go out on dates very often and, if he does, he usually doesn’t bring it up until things feel serious. It’s just, between his work and the confusing feelings he has for Eve, he doesn’t really feel all that prepared for the dating scene. Even now, he’s starting to regret telling her, something awkward and unpleasant brewing in his chest. “Are you sure? I don’t look like a total loser? I ironed my best button up but I won’t have time to go home and change so I’m stuck like this.” His usual uniform of presentable jeans and a decent sweater, comfy and decent-looking, at least in Rohan’s opinion, but he’s not certain it’s presentable enough for a first date. “Oh, just this girl that also goes to my usual coffee shop. We’ve chatted a couple of times recently, while waiting and stuff and she asked me out so I figured, hey, why not, right? Like, what’s there to lose. Worst case scenario, I make a total fool of myself and have to change my coffee shop which, won’t be amazing but I’ll live.”
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" how long has it been? — i, uh, can't remember. what's funny is that i couldn't forget you, though. "
Pain lances straight through Eunchae’s chest. Years of practiced self-control threaten to slip right through her fingers at the sight of them in front of her, healthy and well, looking like not a single moment has passed since they last saw each other. “Really? Could have fooled me,” she says, voice wavering under the weight of all the anger and grief she’s been bottling for way too long. “You just up and left me behind and didn’t even look back. Not a single peep from you. For years, Moth, literal decades!”
@purplemccns ˚₊‧⁺˖ continued from here
“Morning,” Wesley mutters back begrudgingly. It still doesn’t feel quite real that Valerie is sitting in front of him, in the flesh, and his eyes critically drink in her appearance, taking note of any changes to it, however small. Ever since his life turned upside down, back when he was still thirty-two and a mere mortal, he’s been a suspicious, paranoid man and that remains true still, his unease about the whole situation not letting him feel anything else. “Is it really a surprise? Or are you stalking me?” Wesley likes to think that he’d notice someone following him, especially someone like Valerie who had once been so important to him, but even his sharp senses fail sometimes, especially with the past couple of days being as busy as they were. “Why are you here, Val? Do you need something?”
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“it’s not personal, i’m just not into dating” / @lcveloop
Hurt and shame bloom in Rita’s chest and she takes a deep breath, expertly pushing all of her feelings away and shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans before they can give away how unstable she feels. Of course! Just her luck to go and get attached to someone who is apparently even more averse to relationships than she is. “Cool,” she forces herself to say, nodding her head and avoiding looking anywhere near Benny. “I mean, I wasn’t looking for a relationship anyway. And we make no sense together.” Except they had made sense in her mind for a little bit, now she’s left scrambling for a way to protect what remains of her pride. “If anything, I’m relieved. I didn’t want to say anything before because I was worried I’ll break your heart or something but now that I know we’re both on the same page then… maybe you could introduce me to one of your teammates? The one with the really cute crooked smile? He was definitely checking me out the other night.”
when they'd planned this trip months ago, everett was under the illusion it was completely normal to go on vacation with a good friend — an extensively planned trip courtesy of dani that was filled with activities to do together. in fact, everett thought it was so great that he brought it up to a friend of his, who promptly let him know his travel companionship veered on codependency. was it his fault that she was the most ideal counterpart to spend vacations with? he thought the world of her — in a friendly, platonic way, of course ( as he told himself ), yet it didn't stop the doubt from seeping in. “woah? uncalled for. i'm easily the more normal one between the two of us. just take a look at the itinerary, there's some serious impulse control lacking,” he points out. for a moment, he seriously buys into the belief that they're just two pals with completely regular feelings towards each other, nodding his head along and agreement on the tip of his tongue. and then well — she brings up her parents. it's a little strange, because he's pretty sure they're married? last time he checked, that's not platonic. “your ... parents?” he repeats, blinking once. “i don't know, i mean wouldn't it be pretty crazy if we were better than them?” he laughs it off awkwardly, as if his heart isn't skipping beats at the comparison. everett knows he'll be dazed if he thinks about it for too long, instead pivoting and answering her question. “i guess i was thinking about the plane ride here,” he admits. being sat next to a couple, who up until thirty minutes til landing was convinced they were on a couples trip just like them. the same 'just friends' line that comes from both dani and his mouth is so in sync — almost as if they've been asked before. “they were kinda looking at us funny.”
“Ha! You wish! This is a new place for me so of course I want to go everywhere. That is the most normal thing ever,” Dani defends herself, tone still playful. “But, you know, it’s totally fine. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. And obviously, I still want to be friends with you even though you’re so weird.” Fucking hell. Why did she always have to open her big mouth and say the weirdest thing ever? And why hadn’t Everett simply let it be? It’s too late to back down now so Dani nods her head and shoulders on. “Right, like my parents. Without the in love bits, of course. Or the marriage. Just, like… the same partnership vibes? You get what I’m saying, right?” She has no idea what she’s saying, she just wants to move on past this blunder before her heart explodes in her ribcage. “Oh, right. They definitely thought we were odd.” Expression twisting into something sour, she squeezes his shoulder once more before her hands drop to her lap where she can angrily wind a thread from her shorts around her finger. Dani doesn’t particularly care about people’s opinions which is a good thing because when it comes to her relationship with Everett, people tend to have a lot of opinions. From her other friends always asking her if there’s something more going on between the two of them to most of her exes bringing the matter up, no one seems to understand how a normal, healthy friendship looks like. They can understand each other with just one look and their personalities fit perfectly together so why wouldn’t they want to do everything together? “I really don’t get why people are so obsessed with the idea of us getting together.” Countless faces flash through her memories then, all just as surprised to hear the two of them are just friends like the couple Everett mentioned. Her brows furrow and she steadily avoids his gaze. “I mean just because we’re both hot and we get along so well doesn’t mean we have to fuck. Or date. Sure, that might be the case for other people but for us… things are great the way they are right now, don’t you think? Why would we want to screw up our perfect dynamic with some sappy romance shit? That’s just stupid.”
⠀⠀ᯓ ๋⠀✦⠀⠀❛ thanks ... that's probably the nicest thing you've said to me ever since we unfortunately met. ❜ not much effort is put into greeting sterling properly — on purpose, but also because mason finds himself physically unable to at the moment : a towel bunched up in one hand to clean off his injuries while the other rubs his forehead in an attempt to ease the pounding on his head. ❛ yeah ⸺ definitely missed seeing you also getting beaten to a pulp on a common friday night. i usually prefer watching cam use you as punching bag, y'know. ❜ corner of bruised mouth tugs into a crooked, shit - eating grin matching the one adorning the opposite's face perfectly, and the crimson - tinted fabric is thrown carelessly to the side as he rests his elbows on his knees. ❛ where the fuck were you, even ? had me thinking the guy from your last fight had finally gotten back at you. shame he didn't. ❜
“What can I say? Your sorry state is making me feel… kind.” An innocent shrug before he drops on the bench near Mason with enough force to make it sway slightly. “You might as well take a moment to savor it because it will also likely be the last.” Sterling rests his chin on his palm, quiet for several moments as he watches the other cleans himself up with perhaps too much interest. “So, basically what I’m hearing is you did miss me and you’re so embarrassed about it that you have to hide it with silly jabs. How cute! I’m flattered, really.” One of the few things he enjoys in Mason (and perhaps it’s a bit egotistical of him as he thinks he operates in the same way) is that nothing seems to beat the humor out of him. Even now when he practically looks like roadkill, he’s matching Sterling bar for bar. “Curious, are we?” He knocks their knees together, grin growing impossibly wider. “Here and there and everywhere. Things to see, people to do… I’m actually a very well-traveled man.” Sterling always has to make his travels sound fun. Where’s the joy in telling people, his rival especially, that he’s spent the last couple of weeks miserable and wishing he had boxing gloves on his hands instead of expensive jewelry? It sounds stupid and whiny anyway. “No souvenir for you, I’m afraid, but hey, at least you get the joy of seeing my beautiful face again. That’s better than anything I could ever get you from a giftshop.”
"this isn't the time for jokes," she mumbles, pulling a tissue out anyway and attempting to wipe away the excess streaming from her lids. it's not that she doesn't find the charm in his home, what with the assortment of clutter and general warm vibes. it's a staunch comparison to her own minimalist style, preferring the crispness of off - white shades and perfectly matched belongings — which arguably, is a far worse look than the homeliness she's seeing right now. the problem is, alcohol has always made her terribly mouthy. maybe ending up here was simply karma long coming. "... okay," she responds warily, suspicion creeping up on her. only a fool wouldn't at least accept something, nobody was truly that nice. still, he has this lovely, unassuming cat so surely nothing terrible could go wrong, right? "thank you," amelia adds quietly, petting trinket's fur softly, first time close enough to feel the warmth that a little cat could bring. "i — what? why would i hurt your cat?" she lets out, drunken eyes narrowing as he escapes into the kitchen before she can protest further, instead turning her attention towards, venting to a cat that did nothing but purr and curl into her. "your father is strange," she whispers, eyes peering into the kitchen hoping to get a good look. instead, it makes it look as if she'd been watching him the whole time, eyes immediately finding his upon return. she clears her throat and glances down once more, resuming the more pleasant time spent with trinket. "rohan. i'm amelia. and uh ... no. i think if i knew i wouldn't have ended up here." she reaches for the water and pulls out her phone. dead. how fantastic. "can i borrow your phone? i'll just ... call a cab," she mumbles, words still slightest bit slurred before taking a small sip.
His eyebrows shoot up curiously when their eyes immediately lock, though really, he can’t blame her if she’d been watching him the whole time he was away. After all, Rohan had wanted to do exactly that, just to be sure that she wasn’t going to do something horrible the moment he turned his back. It’s a good thing she’s trying to be vigilant… as vigilant as someone so drunk could be at least. “I would say it’s nice to meet you but I don’t imagine that’s true for either of us,” he says with a sigh. Although, if he ignored the pretty crucial literally breaking into his apartment bit, Amelia hasn’t been too bad to be around so far. “Well, surely you at least know where you were aiming to go? If it’s somewhere near I can just walk you there and leave you with your friend. This is 29 Liberty Street.” Such a wild turn of events! All he’d wanted to do tonight was curl up on his couch with Trinket and watch dumb TV and now, he has a whole person that he feels compelled to take care of, instead. “You want to call a cab?” Rohan doesn’t mean to sound as appalled as he does but, at the very least, he manages to catch himself before he starts shaking his head in very obvious disapproval. Lips pursing, he scratches his neck and tries to formulate his thoughts into something that would make his genuine concern clear to Amelia while remaining kind. “I mean, of course, I’ll gladly give you my phone. Or a charger if you need one. But wouldn’t you feel safer calling a friend or your partner or someone else to pick you up? It just sounds like a better option when you’re alone and so drunk that you literally have no idea where you are.”
