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who are you really? ------------------------- cage | 29 | he/him. please be 21+ to follow and interact. this is a multi-muse roleplay blog that will have mature content. ------------------------- GUIDELINES. MUSES. OPENS. WANTED.
mav's body language stood firm and attentive, spine straight and chin had been angled up in the sense of pride. though, his partner didn't reflect that. hues of fresh coffee grounds rolled over rowan's frame for a read on how he's feeling. Its hold was light with care but a flicker of wild enthusiasm went across, " if it helps you get that stick out your ass — i'll get you two. " the wealthy homme rocked on the ball of foot to help launch his elbow to nudge rowan’s. “ before i go get that, let me be perform my duties as a proper gambler, and give my l͟u͟c͟k͟y͟ c͟h͟a͟r͟m͟ their half. “ the hand that was occupied with said loot had been thoughtfully tucked in a neat fold for the driver. unlike the energy he received before, maverick held it for him to take with a lopsided grin. “ you’re fuckin' beast. “ admiration was thick, but he cleared his throat, “ find a spot — where ever you want. i’ll meet you? “
⠀⠀⠀as rowen watched him, it was times like these when he was struck with the question of why maverick didn't join one of the other crews. literal groups of people partying or even just sharing enthusiasm, but he stayed back for him. what a weirdo. he took in a sharp breath at the nudge ⠀⠀ hiding it with a lingering sigh. he was about to ask what he was going on about when he saw the wad of cash, and silence followed. he couldn't remember the last time someone offered him something like that - if ever. he knew it wasn't help. maverick was probably just trying to be nice, but it went so far against who he was as a person, it was impossible to accept. he didn't even register the bar question. ❝ next time you offer me money, i'm running over you with my car, ❞ he huffed before promptly shoving maverick back harder with his own elbow, the first time he'd ever reciprocated that.
“everyone could see it, rory. a woman doesn’t put their hands all over a man like that unless she wants you.” hart has his arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child. he mumbles a soft, “and i can’t blame her.” he knows freezing rory out was immature, but he’d been heartbroken. he has no right to be upset : rory is his own human and they had never labeled their trysts. hart’s in love with his best friend - - and it terrifies him. what if rory sees what hart’s father sees? a broken man undeserving of affection. but rory is good, rory is kind, and rory has the prettiest lips. features soften, hope burns like a flame in blue eyes. “wait, you two didn’t…” hart doesn’t even want to say it. then, all of rory’s words wash over him like a wave. hart feels his heart pitter patter helplessly in his chest, head dizzy at the confession. rory hasn’t even thought about it. neither has hart, rory is the only one for him. brow raises, a slow smirk pulling on his lips as he steps closer into rory’s orbit and places a finger under his chin, tipping it up. as he looks into beautiful chocolate hues, hart runs a tongue over his lower lip. “no one what, rory? i didn’t quite hear you.”
guilt washed over him at his best friend's tone. in hindsight, it was very obvious what was happening, but he wasn't the best at picking up hints. the only reason he went to any parties was because of hart, and it definitely wasn't to f l i r t with people. hart was his first for a lot of things, and even when rory had made very few attempts to get physical in the past, it never felt right. making out with other people was boring now. ❝ no, she wanted to see my uh - sylveon vmax. you know, pokemon, ❞ he muttered, feeling like a total idiot. he should've explained the whole situation earlier, but when he saw the man smirk, all his swirling thoughts paused to realize the mistake he just made. his eyes widened as the other tilted his head up, and heat rushed to his face. ❝ this is bullying, you know.❞ he grumbled light-heartedly as he was made to stare up at his best friend. ❝ . . . no one makes me cum like you do, ❞ he repeated while his heart beated out of his chest, since it was easier than confessing what he really wanted to say. no one makes me feel the way you do.
with her ex having kicked her and their daughter out before leaving them high and dry, mya didn't really have anywhere else to go. out of options, she headed to her ex's place and sighed as she and her daughter stood on lia's doorstep. ringing the bell, she'd heard some movement before the door opened, and mya sucked in a breath as she saw her ex's face for the first time since they were teenagers. "hey, uh.... thank you," she usher her daughter, imani, inside then stepped in last, almost sort of dragging her feet as she stepped inside and shut the door. "i don't wanna burden you or anything, but.... we didn't have anywhere else to go," she sighed. "this is-- this is my daughter, imani." she stated, gesturing to the six year old girl currently clutching the hem of her shirt as she hid behind her mother.
⠀⠀⠀lia couldn't deny that mya's time in her life had created some of her fondest memories, but the world kept spinning. she wouldn't normally dwell in the past, but some of her now published books had been inspired by what they had. as her eyes flickered over the two of them, she wished it was under better circumstances. ❝ not a burden at all. ❞ her lips quirked up a little at mya, but then she smiled wider at imani. she waved before turning to go over to her mantle to pull off a white teddy bear and handed it to the young girl. ❝ welcome present! ❞ she didn't want to put too much pressure on the young girl, so her attention turned back on mya. ❝ c'mon. you guys can sit on the couch. do you want some water or . . . juice? ❞ she tilted her head, raising an eyebrow.
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⠀⠀ ⠀❝ i'm really sorry if it hurt you, but i swear i didn't know she was flirting with me at that party. ❞ he didn't mean to cause friction, but it was a complete misunderstanding. he'd brought some girl back to his bedroom to show her his pokemon collection, and the next thing he knew, his best friend was giving him the cold shoulder. he hesitated, conflict written all over his expression. ❝ i don't bring people back for that. i...i haven't even thought about it. no one makes me-❞ he swallowed hard, quickly turning his gaze to the floor. ❝ no one makes me cum like you do.❞
closed. @ungratcful | muse: lia chen. 26. she/her. romance author.
⠀⠀ ⠀all she could do was stare in shock. when she'd opened the door the same time the sun was starting to set, she didn't expect to see them. and certainly not the child the child alongside. her lips parted, but her brain was still so frazzled, she didn't even know where to start. there were too many questions, but there was an order of priority. she stepped back a little, gripping her door tightly. she couldn't leave them outside, even if she was still processing. ❝ uh ⠀⠀ come in. ❞
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he could feel the band of rubber being pulled to fill tension, the crowd devoured the skills behind the wheel but understood the boundary by the driver — mav was impressed. a common factor that reoccurred when he interacted with rowan, a faint knot here and a warm apples of the cheeks there. not at all suspicious. limbs were extended and his palm faced the sky, he expected his winnings p͟a͟i͟d͟ i͟n͟ f͟u͟l͟l͟. after receiving his payment, maverick spun on the heel of his sneakers then shoved his half of the earnings down the pockets of his baggy jeans. looking up ahead of him to approach the victorious homme halfway, “ yeah, it was, actually — mr. nonchalant. “ his brow jerked at the nickname and had a different rhythm to emphasize it. “ oh c’mon, don’t act like you don’t want to celebrate. there’s gotta be something you want to spend your cut on. “
rowen felt something in his body clench at seeing maverick, his eyes immediately doing a quick once over, and he scrambled to find a way to justify it. he tried to convince himself it wouldn't have mattered if he was there or not. he didn't n e e d people on his team, but . . . he'd still looked for him. mentally, he groaned, and externally —— he squinted at the nickname. he turned his head away to stare down the path full of people yelling and hugging, and his breathing suddenly felt the slightest bit tighter. his fists reflexively clenched in his pockets, nails resisting the urge to dig in. ❝ we could grab a beer, ❞ he finally responded, gaze snapping back to him.
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⠀⠀⠀ rowen shut his car door without much fanfare as people around him celebrated ⠀⠀⠀ none of it for him. after years in circuit, people knew not to bother him with the rowdy cheers or running up on him. he didn't have any friends here. even winning, he was a nobody, and he liked it that way. yet, he found himself walking over to the one person he expected would be waiting. it was like an annoying instinct. ❝ was tonight entertaining enough for you? ❞ he asked in an uninterested tone, hands shoved in his pockets.
bennett laughs softly, the sound not unkind from where he's laying underneath the truck. “hey, i ain't judgin'. some sayin' about old dogs and new tricks, n'all that,” he says, before he's sliding out from underneath it, knees tucked up as he looks up at teo. “i got a ‘72 c10 at home that i been workin’ on with gage for a while now. gets easier the more you work on it, but i also ain't gonna say no to seein' your face.” it's fond — fonder than he intends, and his cheeks go a little ruddy before he coughs as if to disguise it. the shop is empty — bennett's own doing, having sent home the guys around closing time, told teo he could bring the truck on by when he had the time. the time was now, apparently. he looks up at him from the ground, before he sits up slightly, a smile threatening to pull at the corner of his mouth. “aw, c'mon. don't want me to teach you some new stuff?”
⠀⠀⠀teo's gaze kept drifting down to the man, which is why he pretended to be interested in the shop more than he was. not that it wasn't a nice place, but he'd seen it before. ❝ a c10, huh? i'd love to take a look. ❞ he realized he was unintentionally inviting himself over to bennett's place and quickly cleared his throat, crossed arms moving to shove his hands in his pockets. what was a normal hand placement again? he had no clue. unfortunately, the beginnings of his overthinking were not helped by the question. he opened his mouth, and nothing popped up in his head to say. silence - before inevitably he scrambled for anything. ❝ well, i'm sure you're busy with the place. wouldn't want to take up too much of your time. ❞ the phrase 'new stuff' echoed in his mind, and he couldn't quite meet bennett's stare.
guilt had settled when her friend’s expression morphed into a heartbreaking shift. the reaction was beyond justified and evidently valid. “ the entire thing is fucked, it’s no one’s fault and it’s not like it was a normal tuesday for us. you’re not a freak. . . “ with every blink of her lids she experienced flashes of a frame resting across glass with a front row view. every inhale had the lingering scent of burned elastomer that left pungent tendrils. so her daily breathing had been shortened. ceren believed she had to be the stable one, to be the smooth marble for s͟u͟p͟p͟o͟r͟t͟, but cracks had developed. the femme pushed herself from her seat to scoot across the surface to be in closer proximity. there was hesitation but she tucked it, an arm was extended to wrap a comforting side embrace. a slight squeeze of reassurance and her head on his shoulder, “ rory, have you eaten? c’mon, let me get you something. . . “ tone carried with gentle care, apologetic but raw as she loathed the entire ordeal.
⠀⠀⠀no one's fault. the words echoed in his head. all it was was an unfortunate accident that could've happened to anyone ⠀⠀⠀ any friend group. but there was no doubt guilt had already infested in his veins, driving his existence with every step. even accidents had consequences, and they got out of theirs. trying to stop the spiraling thoughts, he leaned against her at the contact. it felt more awkward than it used to be, but his mind was too scrambled and desperate to care. he hugged her back, slowly resting his head on top of hers. it felt reminiscent to old times in their backyard, but it was off in a way that couldn't be pieced back together. he scrunched his eyes and shook his head to try to find clarity. ❝ uh, no. i haven't. you're right. that would probably help. ❞
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⠀⠀⠀teo was resting back against a wall in the auto shop as he watched the other, arms crossed loosely over his chest. ❝ i know, i know. she's so old by now, but she's gotten me through a lot. feels wrong to give up on her now, ❞ he said, referring to his truck. a gray gmt800 - old reliable. he gave the other a warm smile, eyes trailing over the shop. the look in his eyes dimmed slightly as some unexpected memories flitting through his mind. ❝ i should really have a better understanding of cars. i mean, i got the basics - enough to get by, but . . . . well, i've taught myself plenty. i'm sure i can figure it out. i'll still leave the tough stuff to you though. ❞ bennett was a familiar face, and he found it easier to hold a conversation in his presence, especially when he always felt rusty.
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"you're distracting me, you know. " he comments, glancing towards the other from the corner of his eyes. hoped it would come off a slightly more scathing than it did, with the small smirk that played on his lips.
⠀⠀⠀❝ i'm just standing over here - innocently, ❞ he grinned in response, taking a few steps closer before casually crossing his arms. ❝ i could stand behind you. that way you wouldn't be able to see me. not creepy at all either. ❞
⠀⠀ ⠀there's clear amusement in michin's gaze at his choice of weapon, brain ticking over - time at the possibilities. ❝ interesting. ❞ femme states bluntly, pen beginning to jot some things down though they're not of any importance — just makes her look the part. ❝ i have to say that's a little disappointing to hear, ❞ the psychiatrist shrugs, nylon - clad leg crossing over the other as she sits back in her seat. ❝ aside from the fact that i've done nothing wrong, still such a violent way to die — messy too. did you not think of the clean up? would someone else normally do the dirty work for you, roman? ❞
⠀⠀ ⠀his lips quirk up slightly ⠀⠀ ⠀ the idea that she was disappointed and not concerned being funny to him. she was an odd one. it reminded him of the day the higher ups told him it was mandatory therapy. he'd resisted hard in the beginning, and now he was entertaining these little meetings. ❝ you asked, and i disagree. i don't think a bullet to the head is a messy way to go compared to alternatives. ❞ his eyes flickered down to his nails before meeting hers again. he thought a lot more about killing lately. it was one of the easiest subjects for him to talk about. ❝ your job is to analyze me, isn't it? doctor, do you think i would get other people to do my work for me? ❞
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3.06 - Dolce
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“I got you some coffee,” Jason begins as he enters the room, balancing two cups in one hand, the other clasping a stack of files to his chest. “I wasn’t sure what you take in yours, so it’s just plain, but you can add-“ And, to no one’s surprise, the infamously clumsy detective Park trips and the coffees hit the floor along with important papers that fly in all directions. “Dah…”
roman's eyes flickered to jason, observing with an impassive expression from his desk. when the other detective proceeded to spill everything in record time, roman barely blinked. anyone observing might think roman was pissed, but after a second passed, he kneeled down and began picking up papers. ❝ . . . i'll get the coffee next time, ❞ he sighed, a mix of exasperation and the slightest hint of amusement. no day was quite the same with jason.