#brvisedknees

[honeybeehimbowrites]

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Cooper watched her with intent as she got closer to him and before he knew it, she snatched the cigarette out of his hand. She was the one who had gotten him to start smoking, and maybe sometimes he had some on him in case she was around. It was silly when he thought about it, keeping cigarettes on hand for her to steal. But it reflected his feelings about Clara pretty well, she was something he was never be able to get rid of. No matter how bad it got, no matter how much they hurt each other, they always ended up back in the other's embrace before sooner or later they brought it crashing back down again. They didn't fit together, not really. They were too different, something both of them was happy to point out for the other one in an argument. Pompous, elitist, snobby. Some of the words Clara had thrown his way during an argument. Not that he really blamed her. It was said in the heat of the moment. Underneath it all, they did really care for the other. They were just too damaged to be able to handle their "relationship" in a healthy way. Cooper enjoyed that he had been able to get her out here, that she had followed him. She could deny it all she wanted, he knew the truth. He knew more about her than she cared to admit. "Right." he simply said, letting her get away with trying to make it seem as if she didn't follow him out here. Cooper wore his heart on his sleeve, which was a big difference between him and Clara. "That's a stupid question. I always miss you." there's a hint of bitterness in his tone, but it isn't really aimed at her, more at the whole situation. His eyes are drawn to hers and to the cigarette she's holding, she's about to bring it to her lips when he snatches it back from her , right out of her fingers. He brings it to his lips and takes a long drag, he doesn't know what he feels more, the rush of the nicotine or the rush of being so close to her. He drops the cigarette gracefully out of his fingers to the ground and then he steps on it with a light touch, putting it out. "Those things will kill you, y'know?"

[beingalones]

closed starter for @brvisedknees

cool air bit at romy's cheeks as she made her way out of the building, stepping out onto the empty balcony as the rest of the world melted away. she held on tightly to the double short of vodka on ice she'd ordered at the bar before stepping away, trying to escape from the strange feelings swirling in her gut for the last hour and a half. from the moment she'd seen a certain someone, in fact. lifting the glass to her lips, she cringed as she threw her head back, making the split decision to swallow the whole thing so that she could try and drown out the memory of the eye contact they'd shared in the worst possible moment only a few weeks prior. of course, as she spun around to find somewhere to abandon the now empty glass, she once again made eye contact with the very person she'd been trying to avoid. "...hi."

[memoryremaiins-a]

❤️❤️❤️ gimme 14 of ‘em right meow

pleaseeeee !!!

[mjwritings]

for @brvisedknees ; continued from ( x )

samira could barely look at her best friend in the eye as he interrogated her about her sex-life, mostly because she was ashamed and embarrassed that she had somehow let it get this far. she should have broken it off after the first few times they had sex and her boyfriend just wasn't... getting it. somedays he didn't even try. the fucker simply rolled over after he was finished and let samira stew in annoyance with a pair of lady blue balls of her own. it was exhausting. " preston, please. " she groaned, her cheeks undeniably turning a faint shade of pink beneath her tanned skin. " you're making me feel even more ridiculous. " samira added with a laugh, finally meeting his gaze. they had known each other since they were little kids, gone through more shit together than she could ever possibly recount, but she still found herself squirming whenever sex was brought up. samira could just never quite figure out why. " maybe i'm just destined for bad sex for the rest of my life. what if even you, this supposed self-proclaimed sex god can't even help me, hm? maybe i'm just broken."

[lunarrscribbles]

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Blowing out a breath, Winnie was regretting this conversation with every second that ticked by. "I didn't— Look, it's not that big of a deal, okay?" It was. "I just ... I choose to focus on other parts of my relationship that aren't just about sex." And it wasn't like Jake was as malicious as Preston was making him out to be. At least, she hoped he wasn't and maybe he was just really bad at sex. She hadn't planned on sharing any of this with him, but like always, the conversation had flowed from one topic to the next and suddenly they were talking about the ongoings in the bedroom. Or, in Winnie's case, what wasn't going on. Knowing him as long as she did, it wasn't surprising to have no filter around him but right now, she kinda wished she had. "This feels like you're more interested in getting your rocks off," she teased with a grin, fingers spinning her drink in circles in search of a distraction because did he really just offer what she thought he did? "What? The groupie pool already dried up?" In all the years she had known him - practically their entire lives, save a few years - they had never crossed that line. It had always been naturally platonic, through her serious boyfriends and his ... whatever he wanted to call his relationships as his fame pushed him into the limelight. "You know," she can't help but repeat, a smile playing at her lips. "I ... look, Pres, I appreciate it but that really sounds like a fancy way of saying cheating, and even if the sex is terrible, I can't do that to Jake." Still, it's playing at the back of her mind, gnawing at her. The what if part of her brain has been triggered and it's a hard task to quiet it down again. After a beat, she changes course. "But what Jake doesn't know, can't hurt him, right?"

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @brvisedknees​

catalina ran her hand through her dark locks, trying to shake off the discomfort she felt thinking about how close it all was to coming to an end. three years she’d wasted on someone who gave her nothing but disappointment and now she was on the verge of the two of them finally breaking up. she wasn’t sure how to feel. pursing her lips, she shuffled in closer to her companion. “i just... i hate feeling like this, you know? i don’t wanna do it. i just feel like i wanna forget.” 

[hedonistiics]

starter for   »  @brvisedknees based on   »   this character   »   phoenix armstrong. 28 - 33. world renowned musician. notes   »   written in legacy. let me know if i should switch.

phoenix rarely held a personal assistant for more than a few months. it wasn’t that he was a horrible boss, but it was more so his innate ability to push people’s buttons and thereby making him difficult to work with. his previous assistants had all stormed out of his mansion, shouting profanities and cussing him out for his personality, and never did he have any regrets. he’d wave at them from his doorway and wish them a safe journey back to wherever the hell they were from. if a person was going to be all up in his life, they would have to be tougher than that. so when phoenix had hired his current assistant, he’d expected her to last a maximum of a week, but there they were. two weeks in and although the tension between them was palpable, she did her job well. however when she made the smallest mistake, phoenix took it as an opportunity to test her limits. “why in the fuck would you schedule my personal trainer and the studio session at the same time?” he asked through clenched teeth, before a carefree expression appeared on his face. “it’s not that hard to keep a schedule, but apparently you’re inept at anything, but sitting there scrolling through twitter,” he shrugged his shoulders, “pity... i was actually starting to like having you on my team.”