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i do love the idea of friends with benefits that leads to them having an “assignment” where they have to start sleeping with other people when they realize they’ve only been sleeping with each other and that backfires when muse a can’t go through with it, but muse b already had. bonus points if it’s someone muse a dislikes.
give me a plot where muse a and muse b are broken up and they’re both taking it REALLY hard. but instead of doing post-relationship threads we can do F L A S H B A C K paras !! big fights leading up to the split, the first time they slept together, the last time they slept together, little disagreements that lead up to HUGE disagreements that go down in public, cute trips that they took to the city, visits with the future in-laws, big events where future plans were made ( plans that evidently fell through ), the day they met, their first kiss, all that good shit okay just give it to me but make it h e a r t b r e a k i n g because we’ll know it doesn’t work out at the end. something kind of like eternal sunshine except no memory-wiping or whatever
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this case had been weighing on korede more than he was willing to admit out loud. usually, he kept a clean distance from his work. it was about strategy, precision, winning — another result, another name added to his record. but this one felt different. none of it was about him, and maybe that was exactly the problem. it made it harder to compartmentalize, harder to treat it like just another case. that was why he needed josie. needed her input, her perspective. honestly, just having her there steadied something in him that had been off for weeks. he trusted the way her mind worked, the way they could fall into step with each other without overexplaining. “eh, no chance,” he said, glancing down at the file before passing it over. “she’s been married for years. kids, too. she’s not interested in reopening any of it.” his tone stayed even, matter-of-fact. “i looked into her. she’s kept a low profile for a while.” he continued sorting through the papers, sliding over anything he thought might matter. he knew what he was asking wasn’t small. he’d essentially pulled her into something that would take over her day, maybe more than that. but if anyone could follow the line of thinking, see what he was seeing, it was her.
“young cops, small town, bad habits,” he went on, voice sharpening slightly. “they picked a suspect early and built everything around it. meanwhile, whoever actually did it is still out there.” a quiet breath left him, frustration slipping through before he checked it. “yeah,” he added, nodding once. “eyewitness. claims they were pumping gas when it happened.” he didn’t bother hiding the slight roll of his eyes. the moment she agreed to help, something in him eased. not completely, but enough. he let out a slow breath, shoulders settling just a fraction. “that’s my girl,” he said, the approval slipping out before he filtered it, tone still controlled but lighter. “thank you.” he dipped his head slightly, then reached for one last file. “i’ve got one thing,” he continued, sliding it toward her. “one thing that might save marcus. it’s a long shot, but it’s what we have.” his fingers tapped lightly against the folder. “the bullets were never tested against the gun. his attorney pushed for it, but the court shut it down. standard resistance.” he paused, letting that sit. “i found a report — same type of bullets used in another robbery about a year later.” he nodded toward the file. “this might be the most important piece in here.” he leaned back slightly, taking in the spread of papers between them, the mess of it all finally starting to feel like something that could be worked through. “i’m so relieved right now i could kiss you,” he said, almost under his breath. not entirely serious. or at least that’s what he told himself. his attention shifted back to her, more focused now. “come by tonight,” he added, tone smoothing out again. “we’ll go through everything properly. i’ll answer whatever questions you have.” a brief pause. “dinner is on me. anywhere in the city.” his gaze stayed on her, measured, expectant, already anticipating the answer.
Compartmentalization had never been Josephine's strong suit. Every story that she took on she dove into like it was a personal attack on her own character. Perhaps that was what made her so good at what she did. Really allowed her to pull on the heart strings of her audience because not only did she take it personally she made sure that they did as well. Got people riled up to the point where they demanded something different. If this story struck her the way that she was sure it would simply from the tidbits of information that she had gathered already this piece would consume more than her day. The wheels were already spinning in her mind as she glanced over the file that Korede had handed over. It might take her the day to decide if this was the sort of thing that she wanted to focus on for the foreseeable future but if she decided the answer to that question was yes she was already aware that something like this was going to take time. "This wont be quick." She informed KJ. She knew the man currently locked inside of a prison cell wouldn't be worried about a quick turn around but if she opened this can of worms she might find something more than KJ had originally bargained for, she needed to know that he was prepared on that front.
There was a small flutter in Josephine's stomach at the males praise. She pushed it away like she always did with a laugh and a flick of her wrist. "Come on now KJ I already told you that I would do it you don't have to go buttering me up now." she teased softly. She loved Korede, he was the only person that she would allow to put her in check if the situation called for it because he was the only person that he trusted as much as she trusted herself. There were things that she had touched, stories that she had tackled that she never would have in a million years if it wasn't something that he swore his gut was locked in on. She stood up from her chair then, grabbing her purse and slipping the file into it. Give me a call once you're out." she spoke. It was useless for them to set a time seeing as neither of them understood the concept of it when work was involved. "I'll give this a look over so that I am prepared to fire away on questions." she spoke lifting her bag up "and the menu at Trattoria Luna and text you what I want." she smiled. Late night dinner dates weren't a rare occurrence between the two. It had become a solid building block in their relationship, even from the very beginning.
self taught, she’d said. a survivor who’d sharpened her wit the way he’d whetted steel. gods, was everyone in that damned court born bleeding? the question he wanted: what monsters hunted you, persephone?—pressed against his teeth, but he swallowed it with wine. too soon. he settled for watching the line of her throat shift when she drank, a delicate motion at odds with the iron in her voice. a log thunked onto the grate, sparks fracturing upward. heat licked his scarred knuckles. “you said we’re all prisoners. you’re not wrong. out there—” he jerked his chin toward the night dark windows. “—chains are tangible. here the shackles are silk, but they cinch tight just the same.” he knew their bite in every form. iron fetters at a traitor’s wrists, the leather thongs that bound a shield to an arm until flesh blistered, even the invisible choke of duty that dragged him from one battlefield to the next. those were honest restraints: their weight announced itself, and a man could brace muscle and will against them. but silk—silk was treacherous. “first war i ever commanded, i was eighteen. the city burned for five days. smoke etched itself behind my eyes, and whenever i close them, i taste char.” eighteen. an age when most young men still carried rough hewn dreams of tourneys and sweethearts. he’d carried siege ladders instead. five days. long enough for mortar to crumble, for wells to boil, for men to stop screaming because their throats had burned raw. long enough for a boy to step across a fallen gate and feel the soles of his boots hiss against embers while his men hailed him victorious. he hadn’t felt victory. only the smoke. it scoured his lungs, painted the inside of his eyelids, settled in the back of his mouth like a permanent brand. even now, years later, a hearth fire can summon that same metallic tang, charred grain, scorched flesh, splintered beams—all braided into a single taste. "people say im a hero , and yet ... i've never seen it that way."
Persephone hadn't imagined that Cato would open up to her so easily. To recall such horrid memories and bare them in front of her to witness. It made her own afflictions seem silly in this new light. She had never stepped foot onto a battlefield. Hadn't witnessed death to the same extent he had. Any weight that she held from the loss she had witnessed seemed like mere child's play compared to his. "You were yet a child." She spoke softly. Her words didn't hold the same weight that pity would. Instead it was simply a statement she felt that needed to be made. It seemed an almost comical statement. Children rarely had the pleasure of being just kids. They were forced to grow at an alarming rate unless they were among the treasured few. However despite Cato's status and up bringing he even hadn't been lucky enough to escape the cold embraces of the world.
She sat there a moment in the silence that followed the males declaration. She felt like she owed him a confession following his vulnerability. Especially knowing that nothing she said to him at this time would heal the wounds he still carried around with him. "At least you aren’t a traitor.” The words were like acid on her tongue. Every morning that Persephone woke up she had shame eating away at her. Instead of avenging her mother she had allowed herself to be bought by the same people that she promised retribution against. At first she had chalked up her allowance to be bought on merely needing to get closer to those who had wronged her, but the longer she allowed this charade to go on the clearer it became that she had no intention of leaving the life she had been granted for the one she used to live.
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" no, i know where it is. " she said with a scoff, " . . . sort of. " then aylin gave a shrug of her shoulders, putting the car in drive and heading toward where she thought canary street was. " an old warehouse? why were you going there? " the blonde asked, gaze darting back and forth between him and the road. " god, don't tell me it's some stupid drug deal or something, you're walking home with that shit. "
Lucian shook his head "Do I look like a drug dealer to you?" He questioned with a raise of his brow. He had been at one point but something that easy was usually reserved for Prospects not fully patched members. At least not in the quantity that he would fit into her car. This girl liked to ask questions, questions that were likely to get her in trouble if she didn't learn to curb her curiosity. "You ever told as a kid that curiosity killed the cat?" He questioned, turning so that he could focus on her while she drove. He wasn't threatening her but maybe if she felt intimidated she might be less likely to wonder into danger.
Her perception of the art of physical touch didn’t shock him. She was younger than Horatius, no doubt the others whom had enjoyed the pleasure of her intimacy were likely of a similar age. Young men, little more than boys who no doubt were far more interested in their own satisfaction. Perhaps a more generous opinion may be that her other lovers were simply ill experienced, that they too did not know the true extent of what could be done to ensure both parties leave an encounter on cloud nine. But then Horatius was all too aware of the laziness and more importantly the selfishness of boys.
He had never, would never be among them.
His tongue glides between her folds, savours the flavour of every drop of arousal that coated her walls. Fingers too joined in the fun, rolling inside of her to encourage her own climax to show itself. It appears he didn’t have to wait long. If the manner in which her fingers curled in his locks wasn’t enough of a tell, the tight squeeze of her thighs around him certainly was. That along with the rush that flowed from between her thighs over his taste buds demonstrated he’d yet to lose his touch.
“Mm that was delightful.” He mused with a soft chuckle as he once more ascended up her body. Lips finding hers once more. Her arousal still coating his mouth as he pressed himself against her. Cock that refused to lower for even a moment grazed against her core. “I want you to put it in. I want to feel your palm once more and I want the pleasure of watching your gaze as I fill you.”
Persephone's breathing was heavy as her heart hammered in her chest. The King was more experienced than she was. Not that there had ever been a moment that she figured she'd be the more experienced of the two. She kissed him, biting at his lower lip as if his lips against her own weren't enough, she wanted to consume him. Her cheeks blushed at his words. They were filthy but wonderfully pleasant all at the same time. She moved her hand down between their bodies, fingers wrapping around his length as she gave it a soft tug, eyes staring into his own. Perhaps she should have offered to return the favor, to devour him in the same way that he had her. However there was a selfish part of her that didn't want to prolong things any longer. To run the risk of someone stumbling upon them or perhaps the man gathering his wits and putting an end to this lapse in judgment.
She shifted her weight, pushing him so that he was laying on his back against the ground while she hovered above him, hand still wrapped around his cock. She had complete control over the situation, not something that had been spoke aloud but that she could feel from Horatius' body language. Slowly, almost painfully slow she lowered herself down onto him, teeth biting into her lower lip as she did so. She rested her free hand against his chest as she took him a little at a time, back arching once he was finally fully inside. Her breathing was shaky as she sat there a moment, looking down at the King beneath her. "It's more than I anticipated." she blushed "I need a minute." she breathed.
“I find questions as best left to lawyers.” Tina replied with a little grin. “Accepting things is so much more fun.” That certainty had been Tina’s philosophy in life. “See, I’ve always said tardiness is the difference between a night with a gorgeous bombshell and a night alone with your palm. I’ve always enjoyed taking things from wasteful men. You might be the best thing I’ve ever stolen away.” Tina meant that, beneath this little roleplay of theirs, she truly meant that. She’d not told Seleste how much she cared for her. Yes they’d told one another that they loved each other. But it was still said in the way best friends say it. On the rare occasions where their trysts have allowed them to spend a full night together, Tina will lay awake. Just staring at Seleste and silently confessing how much she’s fallen for the other woman.
For a brief moment that thought pulls her out of her role. A hint of that love and despair briefly crossing her features. But it’s momentary. Hopefully not long enough for her lover to have noticed. “So, if I were you intended date, how were you imagining your evening going? A little dancing? A little more drinking? Maybe some… carnal bliss?” A hand slowly brushing over her waist, pulling the two women that bit closer. “Cause baby girl, I can offer you all that and so much more.”
Seleste felt the intention beneath those words. The honesty coasting right below a teasing response. The way that Tina spoke about her as if she were some prize to be won. The notion caused her cheeks to tint a deep pink. It had been awhile since anyone had spoken of her in such a regard. "Well I guess his loss is your gain then." She spoke with a hum "I mean I've already been convinced that time spent with you is better than with my date." She admitted. Her eyes flickered to take in Tina's expression. Admittedly Seleste knew the other women's feelings for her. There were often times where she would lay against the other women pretending to sleep, simply listening to Tina confess her feelings. There was an unspoken agreement between them however that the sneaking around they did was safer than attempting anything more.
Seleste chuckled the moment that Tina pulled her in closer. "I mean if you're offering I'll have to take you up on your offer." she grinned "I mean after all I didn't squeeze myself into this dress just to go home and binge watch reality television." She sat up a little straighter in her seat. "If you treat me right I might even go home with you, which I never do on first dates." she informed her.
“Well if it is, it’s not one I’ve yet to explore.” Thus far no one’s ever actually taken that option. David wasn’t unaware of his own attractiveness, knew that the odds of someone throwing their drink in his face was minimal. But then again, he didn’t like to presume, felt it only fair that the option remained on the table. “Then I continue to wait for the day someone ruins my outfit with their drink.” He mused with a wry chuckle.
“I’d like to think I’d be giving them same in return. I’ve always been told that I’m quite… unselfish in that regard.” To be honest if David had a major kink, it was that. To him there’s nothing that invigorates him more than a woman satisfied, a woman pleased. “I think the best thing we can offer another is our time. If you’d want to spend that time here, staring into each other eyes, talking about nothing and everything, then I’m happy. If you’d like to spend it other ways, then that works for me. I just want to exist in your presence for awhile. I can’t quite place it yet, but you have a commanding spirit. I get the feeling you’re used to going for things you want, consequences be damned.” He mused, allowing a finger to stretched out, making faint circles along her forearm as he spoke. “Am I close, or am I just talking out my ass?”
Josephine scanned the man with her eyes, taking in the outfit mentioned. He had style she'd give him that. Perhaps dressed up a little more than necessary in a place like this but she wasn't going to complain. Overdressed was better than underdressed in her opinion. However the man had a certain air to himself, a confidence that she was sure would draw any women in despite what was going on with the rest of him. A smooth talker, she knew the type well.
"Ah a real people pleaser huh?" She questioned with a raise of her brow. Most men who bragged about themselves in the bedroom turned out to be terrible lovers. Although there was something about this guy that had her believing her wasn't one to talk a big game and disappoint. He had definitely peaked her interest. She played with a strand of her dark hair, wrapping it around her pointer finger as she studied him. "Nearly spot on." She spoke once the question left his lips "Like so scary close that I'm actually impressed." she admitted with a low hum. Josephine was no stranger to the occasional fling, as long as they were two consenting adults who cared?" She tipped back the rest of her drink "However I'm curious to see if you're talking out your ass about other things." she spoke, eyes twinkling in the dimly lit room.
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“yeah, actually, come to think of it, i was an idiot for thinking you'd be able to help me.” they were rivals for a reason, and for a long time the punches had continued even when they were outside of the ring. a kiss with a fist was better than none. he had heard that, once, even thought rune didn't quite believe it. “forget i asked.”
Louis rolled his eyes, dragging his hand over his face as a small sigh escaped his lips. He was an asshole, had never pretended to be anything else. “Come on don’t be so sensitive Ru.” Louis spoke, reaching out to grab the man’s arm so that he couldn’t turn away from him. “Tell me what you need advice with, I’ll do my best not to be judgmental.”
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"It's not? It's what you said though so..." Aniyah said with a shrug before sipping from her new drink. She knew he could be like this. This was part of the struggle in their relationship. They both started not understanding each other and it brought on more arguments and resentment, and Aniyah couldn't take the strife anymore. She liked having fun and being happy. "Then, what did you want it to mean?" At least he was talking to her.
Melek thought for a moment, unsure even himself what he had meant by his words. Perhaps miscommunication had always been their main issue but Aniyah's ability to jump to conclusions like it was an Olympic sport had also had a hand in their deuterating relationship. "I was just trying to say that I'm the type of guy who wouldn't watch someone drink a spiked drink even if they were a complete stranger." He spoke the words slowly as if it might help them not become twisted. In his defense they were practical strangers at this point.
“My parents raised me right.” Yaritza responded, smiling at him crookedly before getting back to work. They weren’t the type to try to dodge a situation, instead, they faced things head on. They were honest, sometimes painfully so, but the ugly truth was always better than a pretty lie. People wound up hurt worse when you lied. “Yeah? I love that you’re so passionate about guitar, and you’re really damn good at it, too.” They enjoyed watching him play, they especially enjoyed throwing more and more challenging and bizarre songs at him to see if he could keep up. He’d never let them down. “Maybe you could teach me a thing or two sometime?” Yari asked, it was just another excuse to spend time with him, though. They really liked him. Yari grinned when he pinched his arm and said he couldn’t feel anything, “Good, that’s what the cream was for.” They say before putting on the finishing touches and cleaning up the tattoo they’ve been working on on their own body. They wrap it up and start cleaning up the area. “We’re gonna match forever, ain’t that some cool shit?”
Ernesto was not a teacher. Had told anyone who had ever asked him to play guitar before that exact thing. Guitar had always just been something that came naturally to him. He didn't understand it really and that made it hard to teach others how to play the instrument, especially if they had no prior knowledge. Still he found himself saying "I would love to teach you." the moment Yaritza mentioned it. Any excuse to spend more time together was something that Ernesto would jump at, head first. Yari had always been a sort of safe space for him. He always found comfort in their presence, something that he didn't find often. Ernesto watched them finish up their work on their own skin. Grinning from ear to ear when the tattoo was complete "That's freaking sick Yari!" He exclaimed, rotating his body just slightly to get a better look at it. "Forever connected." He grinned happily at their comment. He couldn't think of a better person to tie himself to. He was a little nervous about getting something so permanent etched into his skin but the fact that they were the one doing it and that they would be the one he was matching for the rest of his life made the leap of faith that much easier. "Alright I'm ready, quick before I chicken out!"
Rory was pleased as punch when she returned the embrace, glad it wasn’t weird or awkward. “Oh, I have the same rule! So, no worries here.” He said, stopping to remove his shoes and set them on the rack by the door before following her in. “You did? I’m excited!” He exclaimed, listening to her as she spoke. “I don’t have any food allergies, so you’re right about that. Thanks for thinking of me, though. I appreciate that.” He looked around for the aforementioned cats. “I am not allergic to cats, and I’d love to meet the little dears. Are they friendly?”
He heard the meow and looked down the hall, frowning slightly. “Oh, dear, you’ve locked them up! Hopefully not on my account? I truly don’t mind. You can let them be free, it is their house, after all.”
Mavi couldn't help but grin at Rory's words. They were more alike than she had even known and she found that fact comforting. "I only had them locked up because I didn't know if you were allergic!" She exclaimed. She wouldn't lock her babies up for any other reason. She made a beeline for the bedroom door once the thought of allergies were put to rest. As soon as she opened the door two cats ran out into the living room. A jet black cat ran straight for the windowsill, paying the stranger in his home no mind while a fluffy ball of grey and white fur sauntered over to Rory, rubbing herself against his legs.
"Silas is the antisocial one and Sasha will not leave you alone for the rest of the night so I do apologize about that." She laughed softly as she reentered the main room.
Paris grinned at the other man and nodded his head in agreement, “Indeed. I love kindergarten lessons that continue to be true throughout life. My favorite is the golden rule, do you remember that one? Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” He sighed, he wished everyone played by those rules. Benji was, by far, his favorite ray of sunshine.
He nodded again, folding his menu shut and leaning back in the booth as the waitress came over to tend to them. “You’re right. We’ll have plenty of time. I appreciate you taking me here, it’s really nice to get out of the library.” He didn’t realize how desperate that sounded until it left his lips. He flushed slightly and was glad for the distraction of ordering before returning his attention to Benjamin.
It was always difficult to answer the question of why he was so hard to get a hold of on his off days. He wasn’t allowed to spend time with people who hadn’t been pre-approved by Zach, and a young man like Benjamin would never be allowed. This was strictly forbidden, but that made it somehow sweeter. “Um… I like to read, and write. I write poems and short stories. I’ve actually published a few under a pseudonym, if you’re interested.” He flushed again, averting his gaze. “That’s about it, I’m pretty boring… just spend time at home with Zach and read or write.” He paused, folding his hands under the table. "What do you like to do, Benji?"
"Where would we be today if not for such simple lessons?" He questioned with a raise of his brow. It was true that the majority of the population had forgotten such sayings as they grew but Benji still tried his best to live up to these simple sayings still in his day to day life. The world was already such a hard place without strangers making things even harder.
Benjamin didn't address Paris' fear of sounding desperate because to him it didn't sound desperate at all. "No appreciation needed." He informed the male however "I've been waiting for an excuse to get together again and figured that lunch was a hard thing to pass up." He admitted. Benji often found excuses to visit Paris while he was at work. Even going as far as checking out books that he never intended to read just so that he would have an excuse to see Paris once again upon the due date.
Benjamin wasn't big on reading but upon hearing that Paris had published a few things under a false name had his interest peaked, solely due to the fact that Paris had written it and nothing to do with the subject matter. "I would be very interested in reading some of your work." He smiled "Do you have any at the library?" He questioned. The thought of watching someone check out your writing with no idea that you were the voice behind it was intriguing to him. Benji faltered for a moment when Paris asked what it was that he liked to do. He liked existing. His hobbies frequently changed, often influenced by those he was sharing space with in the moment. "Binge the latest Love Is Blind season and explore the world that we inhabit... only if the hike isn't to steep of course."
