#queue me for dinner

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For @myriadxofxmuses continued from here

Brock knew pacing around outside wasn't going to make time go any faster. Twenty minutes; he was sure it would feel like an eternity. Still, he had time to smoke and get another shot in him to calm the adrenaline that now seemed to be coursing through his veins at the prospect of seeing her. He pulled the pack from his pocket and pulled one out, fishing a lighter out of his other pocket and lighting it quickly. He just meant to smoke one, slowly, to easy some of his anxiety. He chain smoked three before he'd hardly even realized it. "Christ, pull your shit together dude." he muttered to himself, flicking the last butt to the ground and turning to head back inside the bar.

He sauntered back up to the stool he'd been at and ordered a shot of cheap whiskey, downing it quickly. He refused to pull out his phone, yet his hazel hues couldn't help but make their way up to the clock on the bar wall, ticking by the passing minutes. It'd been at least 15, right? He couldn't remember exactly what time he'd texted her back, and he refused to check. He didn't trust himself not to text something stupid while she was on her way just to blow the whole thing up again.

The door opened several times and his head snapped up each time. "Pathetic." he grumbled and the man knew he if he continued to sit at the bar he'd keep ordering drinks and staring at the door like a pathetic puppy, so he ordered one more beer and then went to his usual table in the back corner. He forced himself to nurse his beer and sit back in the booth as though being able to relax was anywhere within his grasp at this moment.

His eyes scanned the small crowd that inhabited the bar. People he recognized since he was here so damn often. His eyes went back to staring at the starting drips of condensation on his bottle; the spell only broken when he finally heard her voice. God it was an even sweeter sound than his memory had been able to conjure and it brought an instant smirk to his lips, one that almost teetered on the edge of a smile. She looked good in every sense of the word, and he chuckled softly as she moved to sit. "Hey stranger." he responded with a slight teasing tone. "You want a drink?"

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Oh, she knows me Guess I've known her my whole life Stranger to cold feet Yeah, she's always down for the ride Swear she might kill me But at least I'll die with a smile Never been so free As when I have her by my side

She's gonna be the death of me

I call her trouble (ooh, ooh-ooh) She knows exactly what she's doing to me Oh, I'm in trouble (ooh, ooh-ooh) The moment I met her, oh, I could not believe How sweet trouble could be

What can I say Couldn't give her up if I wanted to She's got her ways To make all her wishes come true

She's gonna be the death of me

I call her trouble (ooh, ooh-ooh) She knows exactly what she's doing to me Oh, I'm in trouble (ooh, ooh-ooh) The moment I met her, oh, I could not believe How sweet trouble could be How sweet trouble could be How sweet trouble could be

She knows exactly what she's doing to me Oh, I'm in trouble The moment I met her, oh, I could not believe How sweet trouble could be

@ssvperboy, @myriadxofxmuses, @brckensociety, @overnightheartbeats

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I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, "I already told ya I think that you should get some rest"

I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I know I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go

@ohmylcve

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For @h3rtzoom continued from here.

Maybe Andy held a soft spot for her, maybe it was the debauchery they'd gotten up to in high school, he didn't know. But high school was a long time ago, he had grown up where as Reagan had seemed to grow...worse. "You're an idiot." he grumbled when she mentioned her having helped pick out his office furniture. He knew he'd never live that down. "Maybe if you stopped putting yourself in positions to get hurt I wouldn't have to keep patching you up, which just so we're clear, this is the last time." he clarified as he walked closer to her and pulled at the thighs of his slacks so he could kneel down beside the couch, taking her arm in his hand, moving the handkerchief and inspecting it with a furrowed brow. "Do you even remember what happened?" he asked, his voice quiet as his bright blue hues rolled. "It's called having a job, I know it's a confusing concept for you." he teased, unable to help the slight smirk that lifted the corner of his lips with their back and forth banter. He chose to ignore her comment about his dad, mostly because she was right and he wasn't interested in admitting that fact right now. "Jesus you're exhausting." he admitted honestly, though he only made a move to begin to clean her wound. "You get the patch up treatment or breakfast, but not both."

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Open to: Females Muse: Carver Plot: Friends with benefits/significant other/ anything really

“You think I have a choice?” Carver stated, his voice stressed as he spoke. “The Army owns me, it’s not a sometimes I listen, sometimes I don’t kind of deal.” he reiterated. “I didn’t ask for this.” The change of duty station could not have come at a worse time. “It’s only four hours away though…” he tried hoping they would hook onto looking at the semi-bright side. 

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For @hiddcnhorizcns continued from here.

It had been so long since she'd seen him. Sure she'd stared at that mugshot on his file plenty of times, but to see him in person, it was surreal. A part of her wasn't even sure why she was here. She wasn't necessarily the sentimental type, but still, a part of her didn't want him to be alone at his release. It was like she couldn't help it. Her phone had reminded her of the "Event" she'd placed in her calendar, and she was leaving her office and driving to the prison in an out of body experience. The brunette knew what he was accused of...convicted of, she reminded herself, but looking at him, all she could see was that teenage boy who had been so kind and loving to her all those years ago. "Hi Ali." she responded, a slight smirk curling the corner of her lip at his comment, though she simply nodded in response. She didn't necessarily have a reason for being here...hadn't prepared anything to say. A hand ran through her long curled locks. Turning to look at her car she turned back toward him. "Figured you might want a ride nicer than the bus." she offered with a small shrug, even as a ghost of a smile found her lips as her dark hues looked him over.

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Open to: Females Muse: Brock Based on: This

Brock hated the fact that his voice was shaking, he was usually so damn in control, especially of his emotions, but she’d gotten so under his skin it was impossible for him to even attempt to be logical about the situation. Inhaling deeply, his hand running through his short hair as he spoke to her voicemail.

“Listen, uh. I’m sure that, I’m not really the person you wanna talk to er, but.” he paused…did voicemails have time limits anymore? It didn’t make any sound to indicate it cut him off so he continued. “I’m sorry, I know I fucked up, I’m sorry, I just. I miss you.” he could feel his voice about to break on him and so he hung up the phone, shoving it back into his pocket. “Fuck.” He needed a drink.

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@brokenbcys, @brckensociety, @ssvperboy