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he wonders if warren knows the liquid honey of his tone was enough to make him weak in the knees , an unconscious pull of chas' attention back to him . he'd love to hear it closer , right next to his ear instead of with the distance he'd put between them but the prickle of his friend's attention on the back of his neck is enough for him to stay upright — rather than give in to the tug to settle more firmly into the arm close enough for him to be under . the sharp elbow to his ribs straightens chas back up quickly , a glare of his own shot to his friend that he swears he can't get out from under the gaze of . ' your brother , ' he snitches , some sort of retaliation for getting interrupted in seeking out warren's warmth . no matter how unconsciously it was , it seemed xavier would be there to be sure there was distance between them as if he was some chaperone at one of those school dances they used to attend . in a way , chas was grateful for the reality check but it irritated him just as much . ' you lost your damn mind , ' responds with a light chuckle . ' the fuck i look like letting something snatch me up ? ' what small bouts of laughter trailed off when the glare turned pointed . a little nervous , but now truly uncomfortable seated between the brothers as silence followed the question , but he could hear the intake of air from xavier that he cut off quickly . ' nah , nothing like that . your brother wanted to spend time with you , so i'mma head out . ' a marathon of movies ; pizza , wings , some of those sticky cinnamon sticks that they both ate too many of was supposed to follow . xavier was head over heels for some girl in his class and had waxed poetic about everything about her enough that chas thinks it's amusing for the two of them to be on a date , but it doesn't show . the tension is too thick for him to enjoy himself now and he thinks ... well , he thinks it's probably his presence that's the source of it . even though he could hear xavier start to say otherwise , chas cut him off by shoving the near emptied popcorn bowl at him . ' your turn to fill up . don't over pop it as much this time . ' his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes , and neither does he let xavier keep sitting and stewing . it's annoying how he starts to wiggle his leg against his friend , a subtle push for him to exit the room and once he does — it's only then that chas realized he was stuck . in the dim lighting with nothing to hold him back now from acting on things with warren aside from the short hallway and wall that separated the room from the kitchen . ' he doesn't like it . ' chas offered in a hushed tone once he'd steeled himself to incline his body towards warren's , attention given fully to the other for the first time . ' i think he gets jealous or some shit . ' now he tries for a chuckle as he forced his gaze away , something about looking him straight in the eye too much while already on edge and holding himself too tightly . ' i dunno what it is but ... ' what would he say ? they had to stop when to an unknowing eye they hadn't done anything ? warren had to sit next to his brother instead of him cause he had no self control , and didn't even know when he was leaning in until xavier hit him ? instead , gaze returns to warren for him to hear the unspoken .

Steady rain drummed against the windows, a soothing rhythm filling the comfortable silence between horror movie jump scares. The living room was bathed in soft, ambient light, flickering TV screen casting gentle shadows as the only real illumination. And the scent of freshly brewed coffee intertwined with the earthy, masculine spice of Warren's cologne, a hypnotic blend of cedarwood and amber that seemed to weave through the air, as spellbinding as his firm, commanding presence in the space.

There weren't many moments like this where Warren found himself truly considering staying home for good. Once upon a time, his path had been laid out------ medical school, white coat, pride in his parents' eyes. But that dream came with crushing debt, a burden Warren couldn't justify dragging his family through, no matter how much they believed in his potential. So he chose a different path: the military. It was supposed to be a noble, true way to build a future, to become a man in the most traditional, unyielding sense. But it hadn't been easy. The heart-aching losses, the constant pressure to be unbreakable, the emotional isolation... it had worn him down, chipped away at parts of him he'd never thought could be dulled. He'd come out stronger, sure, but harder too, like some part of him had been locked away for good. It disappointed his parents. Left him restless, searching for moments like this. Quiet. Safe. Close to someone who made his pulse skip.

Chas sat there, pressed into the couch, the warm glow accentuating his features------ gorgeous, yes, but Warren wouldn't admit that. Couldn't. Not even as he found his molten gaze moving back and forth to Chas, almost uncontrollably, drawn to the way Chas’s fingers fidgeted with the popcorn bowl, and how his knee subtly pulled away from him. Nervous? Uncomfortable? Or was Warren reading too much into things again?

It was easier to speak, to break the tension that curled warm and tight in his chest. "Who picked this movie? What the fuck y'all got me watching?" he teased in that deep, smoky timbre, the kind of warm and inviting sound that could pull you under if you weren't careful. The movie was some paranormal mess, and yeah, gore didn't faze him, but ghost stuff? That shit hit different. Nonetheless, his smirk stayed easy, warm. Warren let his arm drape along the back of the couch, where the solid heat of his bicep was kept just shy of brushing Chas's shoulder. He told himself it was casual, natural, nothing to read into. Warren understood, in the quiet corners of his mind, if there were distances Chas wasn’t willing to cross with him; he could respect that, even if it stung a little. But if Chas ever found himself moving closer, if that distance ever started to fade? Warren certainly wouldn't push him away.

Damn, he felt like an idiot. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been around men he found attractive before------- hell, he’d even fallen for another soldier once, but that was a dead end, a part of his past that didn’t bear revisiting. This closeness was... thick with something unspoken, something sweet and jarring that made his chest clench. He wasn’t here to get tangled up in emotions he couldn’t even name, and yet every minute near Chas felt like a slow burn he couldn’t shake. "I wish a ghost would drag me outta bed. Chas the type to just let it happen though," His voice stayed playful, rich and commanding, though his body was tense, waiting, anticipating Chas's reaction. "...So what’s the move after this? I didn’t interrupt a cute lil date night or something, did I?” Those strongly rasped tones lightened considerably, even when there was something off in the way his eyes flickered, an almost imperceptible shift that suggested more than just idle chatter. His expression stayed deceptively fond, distant even, as if the question didn’t matter at all. However, behind that whole mask, a tremor of unease sparked to life. He was practiced at keeping up appearances, but something about his baby brother’s constant side-eye had him on edge. What was going on? And why didn’t anyone want him to know?

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a snow day means catching up on replies, mhm mhm

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' love isn't always enough to keep people together . that's why . '

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍   𝐓𝐎   :   f / nb.

         "   if   you   loved   me      ──      then   why'd   you   leave   me   ?   "

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brow raised , expression one showing he was unimpressed . ' how silly of me . how could i have forgotten ? i forget that all of us call private planes and just leave . when we go , just leave me to admire the scenery . ' xavier did live in a different world than him , enough so that he couldn't imagine just dropping everything and going to tahiti — and he actually really couldn't . ' you know i can't actually just pack up and leave on such short notice , right ? i don't even know if i have vacation days lined up or not . '

"oh, you forget who you’re talking to. of course, i’ve been to tahiti—twice, actually. first time for the beaches, second for the… scenery," xavier answered with ease. head tilted, he feigned contemplation. "but i wouldn’t mind going back. this time with better company," he added smoothly, his gaze lingered on thomas. "and you say 'final pick' like it’s a challenge. i can have a plane ready by morning—don’t tempt me."

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' why would i know that ? ' questions as if mateo had said something ridiculous , which , in bren's opinion he had . ' maybe you're not bored now , but it'll come soon . your groupies will keep throwing themselves at you , then they'll find out and — ' words cut off with a snort , realizing then that mateo wasn't taking anything he was saying seriously . ' sure , that's what it is . we should stop because you're too perfect . ' perhaps , but he'd never admit something like that and stroke his ego even more .

there's    a    genuine    look    of    interest    across    features    once    words    from    the    other    fully    process    ,    only    to    blow    up    as    self    -    proclaimed    reasons    make    themselves    known    .    ❝    that's    bullshit    and    you    know    it    ,    ❞    hates    having    this    perception    laid    out    but    it's    one    he's    made    for    himself    ,    possessing    a    necessity    to    dispel    rumors    .    ❝    if    i    was    bored    with    you    ,    we    wouldn't    have    gotten    this    far    .    just    say    i'm    too    fucking    perfect    and    you    don't    know    how    to    handle    me    ,    it's    okay    .    ❞

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aisha forces their gaze from ryle's back to the bar , then to the selection of alcohol . lips pursed , chewing on the next thought she wants to voice but there's nothing aside from half formed feelings . always she's been possessive of friends , lovers , everything that comes in between and this was no different . to act as if it made sense would be foolish and make her close to a hypocrite — ryle's choice of words reminding her of that plainly . ' sorry . ' it's not that it doesn't fall from her lips often , but it does come almost through grit teeth . not because of him , but because she had more choice words that ryle wasn't the one who needed to be on the receiving end of them . ' for making you the villain , ' clarifies as she doesn't necessarily think she's wrong for what happened . just the person that she directed it towards .

ryle leaned back against the bar. his fingers drummed absentmindedly against the counter, though his eyes never left aisha’s as her gaze cut through him. he wasn’t surprised. she had a way of calling him out with the kind of sharpness that made him feel like he was under a microscope, even when he wasn’t doing anything wrong. he took the drink, the coolness of it a stark contrast to the heat building in his chest. the tension was thick, palpable, and it was clear she wasn’t just talking about the guy lurking across the room. no, this was about something else. always something else.

“ i’m not entertaining him, ” ryle said. his fingers circled the rim of the glass, though he didn’t bring it to his lips just yet. he knew how this would go. “ he’s not my problem. i’m not gonna babysit some guy who can’t take a hint. ” the words were meant to ease things, but he knew better than to think she’d let it go that easily. “ i don’t like it either, ” ryle added, meeting her eyes. “ but you're acting like I’m some kind of villain here, when that guy’s the one who’s got issues, not me. ”

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' is that so ? need i remind you that i was minding my own business and wasn't bothering you at all ? i think you just wanted to say hi . '

     “ you think way too highly of yourself . –––- you can see whoever your want as long as it's out of my way . ”

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' you know where you're about to put your fantasy ? ' grumbles again , though she can't even be that mad . a type of deal like this is something to be celebrated and , of course , alani would be there to promote and push it for everyone to see . even if it meant that she had to hold back from throttling her friend . ' i post my ass on my instagram all the time . you don't see me barking orders at you over it ! ' giggles overtook her words though as she held out the camera for brielle to be able to look over everything first . ' prepare to be singing my praises ! i don't know who else could've had you looking that good . '

attitude    being    met    on    the    other    side    of    the    camera    reminds    her    that    she    isn't    alone    for    once    ,    which    must    explain    the    easy    breezy    process    of    following    instructions    .    or    so    she    thought    .    ❝    what    ?    come    on    ,    i’m    feeling    the    fantasy    !    keep    going    ,    ❞    recycles    every    known    pose    and    then    some    in    the    moment    while    excitement    continues    to    settle    in    ,    thankful    to    have    woman    by    her    side    .    .    .    even    if    brielle    didn't    wish    to    speak    such    sentiments    out    loud    .    settles    completely    while    attention    reverts    back    to    accomplice    in    the    shoot    ,    now    partially    beaming    with    the    utmost    of    playful    smiles    to    somewhat    atone    for    her    prior    reign    of    terror    .    ❝    it's    a    lot    of    pressure    ,    lani    ,    imagine    being    in    my    shoes    .    let's    just    check    the    shots    before    something    happens    to    that    damn    camera    .    ❞

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he's unsure if the question is directed towards him or rhetorical , but the guilt builds either way . ' what do you mean ? ' he could hazard a guess that it has a lot to do with the shirt he slipped over his head , sweats stepped into and the quiet tension that hadn't been there the evening before . when it was laughter and nothing to suggest there would be a stiff morning after . for some reason , though , despite knowing the space they were in was his fault he finds himself on the defensive . breath sucked through his teeth as he turned to face her — as if they were in a standoff . reminds him of why these situations are far and few between , why he'd have already been gone with the dawning light . ' i didn't promise you anything . ' knows himself too well to , and knows that even in throes of passion and anything else he had offered this , and brunch . nothing more and nothing less , even if she was someone that he could see more with .

delilah's gaze lingered on him. she sat there, legs tucked beneath her, the sheets now tangled at her waist. she could feel her heart sinking, not because of his words, but because of the pattern. the same one, over and over. “ you don’t have to apologize. it’s just... always like this, isn't it? ” she didn’t bother pretending it didn’t sting. there was no point. she had learned better than to expect something that felt real from someone who couldn’t let himself stay.

the silence between them stretched out longer than it should've. “ i get it, ” she added, her fingers running absentmindedly over the fabric of the sheets, the motion almost absent. “ i just thought... maybe this time would be different. ” but she knew the answer before it left her lips. they always promised different, always promised the next time. delilah shifted slightly, her eyes catching his back, his posture turned away from her as though avoiding the weight of the words. she had been the fool before. “ don’t worry about brunch, ” she said, a small, hollow laugh escaping her. “ i’ll take care of myself. ”

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a question that made her lips purse , annoyed again that he's right . though he is , it doesn't change her mind . the last thing she needed was for it to get out that she was in the hospital , her father's associates on the move due to it while she got locked away for some indetermined length of time . ' it's not for you to worry about so leave it alone . ' snapped because she was in over her head , and knew it . one person she may have been able to call and bribe to not tell would throw it in her face for who knew how long . ' stop calling me that . ' bad enough to have to rely on him as she slid gingerly into the car , she was going to deal with his mouth too .

With his hands slapped away both palms raised as he took a step back, lips pursed until they pulled into a grin. For once Takashi wasn't intent on pissing her off further, though in his mind he felt like karma had been served. Still, that bitterness aside wouldn't mean that he would let her walk the streets in the middle of the night in this state, much less without getting help. "Last time I checked you aren't a doctor or nurse so how will you handle it?" Regardless he moved over to open the door of his car for her, an invitation to still get her to wherever she wanted to be until this all blew over. If it did. Her family business didn't really make good on avoiding conflicts after all, there would always be people after them and her, people with grudges some much worse than Takashi's own. "Let's get you outta here, princess." Not a nickname of affection just a reflection of what he always saw her as. A reminder that his kindness did not come with a truce between them.

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SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS.

listen. i want to tell ye that i have infinite reasons for making this. that i've been designing this for weeks, months even. but i can't. this happened because i saw one (1) meme and aligned that with two (2) cups of coffee. either way besties, you're all getting a strangely detailed list of reasons to drop your muse into another muse's lap. you wanna switch the roles? add a [ REVERSE ] if you want your muse to be the lap that's being sat in! don't add to this list, don't claim it as your own, i'll curse all your potatoes to be soapy and sad to consume.

[ SHAVE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can carefully shave the last of the receiver's stubble from their face.

[ MAKE-UP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to get a better vantage point to apply makeup to their face.

[ SNIP-SNIP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap whilst giving them a haircut.

[ HAIR ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so that the receiver can style or just play with their hair in peace.

[ CAR ]: sender ends up sitting in the receiver's lap whilst in a very crowded car together.

[ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process.

[ INTIMIDATION ]: sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

[ LOOK ]: sender, wanting to see something that can only really be seen from where the receiver is sitting, sits in their lap in order to see it as well.

[ HEAL ]: sender ends up in the receiver's lap trying to tend to their wounds to the best of their abilities.

[ FEAR ]: a frightened sender sits in the receiver's lap in an effort to feel some measure of safety and protection.

[ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort.

[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing.

[ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively.

[ EMBRACE ]: sender settles in the receiver's lap to give them a long, well-deserved hug in comfort.

[ CARRY ]: sender, having been carried by the receiver for other reasons, winds up sitting in their lap once they sit down.

[ THROW ]: sender flings themselves at the receiver, so eager for a hug that they end up in their lap.

[ DROP ]: exasperated (or maybe just exhausted) the sender drops down into the receiver's lap to rest.

[ CUDDLE ]: eager for some well-earned cuddling, the sender finds it much easier for everyone involved to sit in the receiver's lap during the cuddle session.

[ MOVIE ]: while watching a movie together (and possibly being so distracted by the film that they don't realize what they're doing) the sender settles back into the receiver's lap.

[ CHAIR ]: the distinct lack of available chairs in a room results in the sender having no choice but to sit in the receiver's lap.

[ CLOSENESS ]: after having been apart for a considerable length of time, the sender sits into the receiver's lap just to be close to them.

[ PRETEND ]: in a bid to persuade others that they're in a relationship (even though they're probably not) the sender climbs into the receiver's lap to convince the on-lookers of their legitimacy.

[ LEARN ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap so they can teach them a particular practical skill (e.g. pottery, knot-tying etc.)

[ ACCIDENT ]: the sender, unaware that the seat they're trying to claim is occupied, drops into the receiver's lap without realizing it.

[ EXHAUSTION ]: the sender, surrounded by nothing but uncomfortable places to rest in, finds a solution by sitting in the receiver's lap in order to rest and possibly sleep.

[ CHILLED ]: the sender and receiver find themselves in a particularly cold room, leading the sender to sit in the receiver's lap in order to share body heat.

[ KISS ]: the sender lowers themselves into the receiver's lap in order to kiss them properly.

[ FLIRT ]: the sender, only just beginning to explore the romantic side of a relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap in order to express their feelings clearly.

[ ROMANCE ]: the sender, in a well-established romantic relationship with the receiver, sits in their lap just because they can.

[ THRONE ]: having found the receiver sitting in their throne, the sender sits in their lap in order to symbolically and physically share the seat.

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DESTIN CONRAD feat. Alex Isley - SAME MISTAKE

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' i ... the plan was always for us to get back together . ' or maybe it had been at one point , but the way noel seemed to be upset about it maybe not . ' she apologized for everything and seemed genuine about it . so i thought that i should give her another chance . ' and another , and another , apparently .

OPEN TO × w / m / nb

PLOT ×  y/m broke up with their partner. they went to a party with their best friend noel for distraction. at the party, noel and y/m made out and somehow noel thought they could take it to the next level but turned out y/m forgave their ex. (bonus points for male muses who are in denial of their attraction for men maybe?)

MUSE × noel hall [28] dj & str.ipper

❝Are you serious? You and your ex got back together?❞ Noel felt sick to his stomach as he looked at his best friend in horror. His mouth went as dry as dessert and his fingers clenched into fists. ❝Are you kidding me?❞

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' you think me apologizing to you is pity ? should i just have not told you and let it get worse ? '

     “ .. ––- mm , well you can keep the apology . i'm not a huge fan of pity . consider the hint taken . ”

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' i feel like you're grossly underestimating me . tis nothing but a flesh wound , ' minty drawled with a laugh . she'd already admitted that peeling wasn't exactly her forte though as he pressed the towel to her palm , she realized that she may have needed to hand that task off to him . ' luckily for me . does this mean you'll take over so i can sit and nurse my wound ? ' eyebrows waggled as it had gone from one task to the entire meal , all but giving him over exaggerated puppy dog eyes .

andre takes their hand gently as he inspects the wound. his lips tug into a teasing grin, though he's still concerned. "remind me to never let you near a knife unsupervised again," he glares playfully before letting out a soft chuckle. he grabs a clean towel, pressing it carefully to the wound easily, well, this is something that he's done a hundred times before. "lucky for you, you’ve got me," he says with a fond smile. "there, all done."

open starter from andre taylor, a paramedic. plot: your muse hurt themselves a little while in the kitchen and andre's patching them up. feel free to send me an im for plotting! c: / open to everyone!