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plot where muse a is a star athlete on a professional team, and they go to a bar/pub after a great victory, where they meet muse b - a very attractive, bitter stranger wearing a fan jersey from the rival team.

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“Oh, I seriously doubt it.” Mary chuckles, the sound way louder and shakier than she intended, eyes darting across the room as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “I do try to be there for my friends but, well, I’ve never been the best at talking about feelings and I feel like my advice always leads to more trouble than anything else.” This might be the first time anyone’s told her something like that and, though she doesn’t believe Nicola isn’t just saying it to be nice, it makes something warm and pleasant spread through her chest. “Noah will be okay. Everything will turn out fine, eventually. He has a good support system in you and that’s really important”

Mischief makes her eyes twinkle, the curve of her mouth turning from reassuring to challenging as she turns to face Nicola. “Want to actually bet on it? I say he takes over fifteen.” Mary pats her legs down, searching for something in her pockets. “I didn’t bring anything important with me so… I don’t know what we should put on the line.” A date, her mind supplies immediately and it makes blood rush to her cheeks. There’s no way she’s actually going to offer that, not when they’re finally having a conversation without her making an absolute fool of herself. Though that’s not guaranteed to continue; now that the seriousness of the situation semes to be behind them, her usual, Nicola-related nerves are returning. “Uh, well, it’s not on me but I have this really cool limited edition guitar pick, if you’re interested? But I’m open to ideas.”

"He was so exited. He thought he was ready. And now he's..... it's tearing him up that he's struggling so hard. He wants so badly to be good at this." Nicola does their best to smile at Mary as she gets comfortable. There's still tension in the air—a tension they fear they'll never be rid of—but it's a little better now. It feels nice. "I try. I really do. It's my job, technically, but...... he's my friend and I think that's even more important." She shifts, then, to really face Mary. Open body language. Face the person you're speaking to. "You help a lot too, you know? Having someone on his side who's done this already.... it helps more than I can, I think." They'd honestly be worried about Noah stealing her away if Mary liked men. Not that Nicola themself had any chance with her, but..... still. God, their heart flutters pathetically anyway. "If he's mixing? Ten minutes. At least. If he's in the recording booth? There's no hope for us. I'll....... I'll stay, though. Unless he wants me to go when he gets back."

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Oh no. A little embarrassed and even more unsure of his suggestion, Luca chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. Had he made her uncomfortable? “That was the idea, yeah. But if it’s a bad time we absolutely could leave it for the weekend or something? It’s no problem. Or you can just decline. Seriously. Like I said, no pressure, no offense taken.” And he most definitely shouldn’t have suggested that in front of Mikey whose eyes, now widened with hope and excitement, are clearly trying to win Byeonji over. Luca’s just about to call his son over to stop his puppy eyes from making the situation worse, when they speak. The sense of relief is instant. It must show in his face, the way he nods quickly and the smile that tugs at his lips. “Yeah, that works for us. If you’re sure. We’ll just finish up here and head over to the shop.” Clearly enthused by the turn of events, Mikey is bouncing on his feet, grin bright like the sun itself. “We’re going to Splendid Scoups! It’s my favorite. They have the best mint choco in the world.” Luca does call him over then, expression fond. “I favor the cookie dough one, personally. But I promise there’s a reason we’re so obviously enthusiastic about the store in out household—they’re really great. See you there?”  

Saying goodbye to her students at the end of the years has always been the most difficult part of her job, always worried about how they're doing and if they have the support they need. It's a relief to see Mikey again and know for certain that he's doing well. "Oh, I knew you would!" Byeonji grins, carefully ruffling the little boy's hair. "You were always so good with your numbers when I was your teacher. And even better at making friends!" It's so much easier to just focus on Mikey, but he can't. He looks up at Luca, praying that his cheeks aren't flushed as he nods slowly. "Today? Right now? I......" He feels like he should say no. He should say nice to see you and go on his way. But..... he really doesn't want to. "Can I finish my shopping and meet you somewhere? I can be ready in about half an hour, I just.... I don't want my food to go back." She has some homework to grade, some lesson plans to go over. But she has time for ice cream with friends.

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“And why exactly are you stalking my Twitter?” Solomon asks, matching her tone with ease and curiously arching his eyebrows. “Have you got nothing better to do?” He highly doubts it; it seems to him that everyone has something important to do now after last night’s mess. “That’s fine. I’ll allow you to drive, I’m feeling nice.” And by nice, Solo does mostly mean exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, that even consuming enough caffeine to give a grown mortal a heart attack and spending his breaks participating in his favorite activity—arguing with dumb people on Twitter—hadn’t really helped. Sure, Ches’ company will probably keep him from falling asleep at the wheel but still, he wasn’t really willing to risk that right now. There were enough horrible things going on without adding that to the mix. “Approximately how long will I be kidnapped for today? I need to know if I can fit it into my schedule.”

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“Can I just say you’re on fire today?” Ches teases Solomon as she loops her arm around his. Was ambushing him on his way out of work fair? Perhaps not, but after that disaster of a town hall meeting she didn’t want to give him a chance to avoid her. “On Twitter, although I have absolutely no doubt you’re the best lawyer in the firm already. Come on, I’m kidnapping you for a couple hours. I got takeout, and I bought you coffee, so I think you should get in the car willingly. Well, unless you want to uno-reverse card this and kidnap me, but I left the goods in the car so we’re gonna have to grab them first if you’re driving.” 

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“You’re aware you could just not respond, right?” Alfie snaps. He would have gone for dramatics, emphasized his words with some jazz hands, were he not this agitated already. “If I’m talking that much.” Not that he expects her to, unfortunately. Serissa will try to get the last word and Alfie will continue trying to prevent her from succeeding and they’ll get stuck in this loop with the Pikachu watching them from behind the glass until one of their friends comes and rips the two of them apart. “Ha! You should tell Ches that, I’m sure she’d love to make it happen.” Though he really doesn’t want the last thing he’d ever see to be Elswood behind the wheel. Not that Alfie’s given that a lot of thought but the prospect of it is deeply unsettling and makes him shudder. Serissa quickly snaps him out of it and he rolls his eyes. “People think I’m charming and interesting when I speak. I’ve been told I’m endearing. I doubt you can say the same thing.”

Because he’s an upstanding person and trying to be better every day, Alfie reins back the urge to cut her off and immediately correct some things, simply making faces at her when he disagrees or nodding where he, strangely enough, thinks Serissa has a point. “Okay, first of all, clearly you don’t know anything about me because Pikachu isn’t my favorite. I’m just not a bitter hater and I can admit that he’s cute and I get why people would like him.” The unlike you remains unsaid but his narrowed eyes help imply it anyway. “I actually don’t know who my absolute favorite is… Maybe Arcanine? It was the first Pokémon I really liked so I’m very attached. Plus, I think it’s really cute.” Realizing he’s trailed off again, Alfie holds his hands up, waving them around like he’s trying to stop her from leaving and not hearing him out. “Anyways, my point is… there’s nothing wrong with having a brand and Pikachu is a massive part of the Pokémon brand but I think his popularity is justified and deserved. He’s cute, he’s iconic, the franchise wouldn’t be what it is today if he wasn’t. But it would be nice if they tried to push someone other than him and Eevee to the forefront. There’s a lot of underrated gems.” His eyebrows raise and he leans back, suspiciously looking Serissa up and down, mouth purse like he’s trying to solve some really complicated equation and he’s having a momentarily struggle. “Okay, I’m starting to think that your deal is just hating cute things. I don’t know that much about the Sanrio bunch but, man, c’mon, Cinnamoroll is cute, he deserves all the fans he has.”

Alfie’s face continues scrunching up in disgusts and he shrinks in himself slightly like that would somehow make the blonde shut up. “Ew, ew. I don’t want to win you over. I feel like I died ten minutes ago and got dragged into super Hell. If it wasn’t for the Pikachu, I would have stopped talking to you ages ago.” And flirting with Serissa… yeah, that’s definitely out of the question now. He could probably pretend to do it but would it be worth it? It would make him squirm and she clearly enjoys that and that would negate any of the discomfort the flirting might bring about. “Well, yes. I’m an expert at matters of that heart,” Alfie says, honest and casual and accompanied by a quick, not-so-humble shrug. “You could learn a lot from me, young padawan. Shame that I’m not actually offering lessons.” A heavy sighs escapes him as he readies himself over the game, hand on the button, testing out the controller again as if he could have possibly forgotten how it feels in his hands in the moments they spent arguing. “You aren’t right, though. I think you’re being wrong on so many levels for most of this discussion that it would actually be impressive if you weren’t already basically a walking, talking headache.” And Alfie starts the game, claw moving with a quiet swoosh under his command. “How is that? Is that good?”

“You’re the one who’s talking too much. We’d have gotten it and gone our separate ways already if you'd shut your mouth.” Serissa rolls her eyes. The next time anyone told her she never went out of her way to help others, she might actually scream. How did Balo stand Alfie more then a minute? He was insufferable. “I think you ought to listen to them, the traffic accidents would be worth it. Especially if they crash into you.” She smirks, looking him up and down again. “I think you should consider it, you’ve got a pretty enough face. You just ruin everything the moment you open your mouth.”

It wasn’t as if it was entirely ungenuine, but Alfie suffered the same problem she thought the majority of men did. At least he didn’t delude himself into thinking she found him endearing, that was a redeeming trait.

Quite possibly his only one, considering how quickly he protested her opinion on Pikachu. She raises an eyebrow at him, a brief hint of amusement crossing her features as he dramatically holds up his hand and voiced his disapproval. “I think he’s more popular with people who don’t engage with Pokemon solely because he’s pushed to an excessive amount, and if you ask a room full of people who actually like the franchise who their favorite Pokemon is, you and my brother would be the only people who’d answer Pikachu. You might not like it, but I do think he’s overrated and some of the resources Game Freak spends shoving him down our throats every five seconds could be used to highlight Pokemon that don’t get merchandising or attention.” Serissa sighs. Was she revealing she paid more attention to her brother’s interests then she’d ever cared to publicly admit with this conversation? Yes. Maybe she’d called Pikachu overrated just to piss Alfie off, but now she had to back up her point. “Anyway, Hello Kitty isn’t overrated - although personally I think Mimmy is the better White twin, I love Kitty too. Cinnamoroll though… I don’t understand your cousin sometimes, love her to death, but really?”

It was strange to think, that despite the fact that they were definitely arguing, this was probably amongst the most engaging conversations she’d ever had with Alfie. Sure, he was completely and utterly incorrect, but she actually wanted to continue bantering with him for once instead of hoping he’d shut up. For a moment, as he shuts his mouth for a couple of moments, there’s a slight twinge of disappointment. But then he grumbles at her at for her comment about him flirting with her, and she smirks. “What I’m hearing is you’re definitely trying to win me over, why else would you threaten me with flirting?” She said. Maybe helping Alfie wouldn’t be too bad, she just had to keep poking his buttons. “Maybe, but he’s what you’d expect from me, correct? Piplup, though, that’s actually kind of sweet.” Although it certainly made her stomach churn to honestly admit that. Vulnerability, in front of Alfie? Maybe she should ask him to put her out of her misery as payment for this. “You’re just mad because I’m right.” She winks at him, “but fine. We can finish this discussion after we win your Pikachu. Just hit play already.”

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Even though he’s desperately wishing this is just a nightmare, Sunwoo knows it’s not. He could never imagine Yisoo’s face this well; when she’d appeared in his dreams while he was away her face had been murky, missing all the details he loved so dearly and it left him with a gaping hole in his chest when he eventually woke up, itching to find photos of the two of them just to make sure he still remembered how she looked. His eyes dip to the bag she’s dropped, hands clutching on his box all that tighter. “Don’t be ridiculous. You told me to piss off and I did. You should probably pick your trash up.” Sunwoo grits his teeth, flushing slightly from embarrassment and annoyance both. Ridiculous. His life is ridiculous and his ex is ridiculous. “How would I find the time to stalk you? I have a job and plenty of other things to do. Like unpack my stuff, still. I just found this place and I thought it looked nice and met all my numerous criteria so I moved in.” Surely, there’s a way out of this uncomfortable situation. One that doesn’t require him to up and move again. “When does your lease end? Can you move out before that?”

oh no, oh no, oh no. yisoo's eyes visibly widen at his revelation, and she has to suppress a sharp gasp — what are the astronomical odds that he now lives directly opposite her apartment, after she'd vehemently told him to stay out of her life just a week prior? blinking slowly, she waits for this moment to end, for her to wake up from this peculiar waking nightmare, but it becomes painfully clear after a few seconds that this is no dream. unbeknownst to her, the bag she's carrying slips from her grasp, the glass bottles within clinking and shattering on the ground, though she barely even registers it. "i live here too…" she still can't quite believe it — there must be hundreds, if not thousands, of other rental listings throughout the city, and yet he's ended up living right across from her, of all places? "you're not… stalking me, are you?" she narrows her eyes suspiciously — what other explanation could there possibly be?

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“And what exactly am I supposed to do? Give him a ribbon for having the people reading skills of a toddler? Everyone knows I’m chill.” It is, after all, her favorite way to present herself, the only way in which she tries to present herself—polished, polite, proper and nothing short of perfect. None of the qualities that can be found in the shitty excuse of a person that Elena’s currently seeing. Lucielle’s nose curls up in disgust at the memory of him, delicate fingers toying with the colorful straw of her drink and nearly splashing it out of the cup. “Why do you do this to yourself? I’m no expert but it must be some sort of attempt at self-destruction born from deep-seated childhood trauma. I mean, how do you even stand these fumbling idiots? I wasn’t around him for that long and he made me want to gorge my eyeballs out and cut my ears off. He’s just going to embarrass you, don’t you see it?”

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“Oh, come on. He’s not like… a total douchebag.” Elena deflects, sipping an ice cold strawberry lemonade. The two have been lounging at her private pool for several hours. She’s partly in denial that her current boyfriend of choice is yet another chaos goblin. Bless Lucy’s heart for seeing right through it — but she’s definitely annoyed by Elena’s self-imposed relationship drama. The rotating door of problematic dudes has to be exhausting to witness. At least Elena doesn’t deny her attraction to them, nor does she expect Lucy to plan a wedding. Plus, it makes for good music. “He said you have chill vibes.”

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“I disagree. I’m very funny, actually. You just obviously have a bad tase in humor.” Sasha’s reactions are so deeply entertaining, annoyance practically dripping from her just as intended, and he has to turn his head to hide a chuckle in his shoulder. “Absolutely yes. Quite perceptive, are you? They probably do, honestly, I think most everyone feels a little annoyed when I show up. Sorry to say you’re not special, princess, but only in this way, I promise.” She was, of course, spectacular in every other way. Her personality, her looks, her skating… all of it was captivating for Dylan, drew him in like a moth to a flame, sparked genuine interest. Not that he would ever admit any of it. No, bothering was funnier, safer. “Mmm,” Dylan pretends to think about it, tilts his head to the left and to the right as his lips purse slightly. “No, not really. Practice isn’t for a while, my friends are busy and I’m exactly where I want to be, actually. Why? Are you trying to get rid of me? Have something better to do then hang out with your favorite hockey player?”

“ oh, you are so painfully unfunny. ” slender arms cross over her chest, brows knit together in frustration. “ and a very bad liar. ” little does she care for nonsense, only worsened by the persistent disdain the athlete carries for him. impatience becomes her, lacing itself into every sudden microexpression and movement. “ i'm starting to think you get off on being a nuisance. do your coaches feel this way when you show up and practice? ” hands tuck her head down, burying the kind of eye roll that can be seen with closed eyes. “ this was never a good day, not as long as you're here. ” sasha keeps her head hung, refusal to give him the attention he's sought for the past hour. “ don't you have somewhere to be? ”

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Lucy clams up, a muscle in her jaw ticking. It is true; she had been doing that and she had known that Lance wasn’t fully happy with their arrangement. But she’d thought he liked her enough to look past all of his problems and being with him made her happy enough to ignore them. “And what am I supposed to do about your feelings? You’re a grown man. Deal with them on your own or bottle them up like the rest of us.” In complete contrast to what she’d just told him, it’s impossible to rein in her emotions. It’s rare that she feels this overwhelmed and confused and Lucy isn’t really sure what to do with herself, how to mask the conflict raging inside her chest. “Oh, I see! So, you don’t want to end things, you just want to pick a fight and then continue to whine my ear off every time we meet up. Duh! Obviously. That makes so much sense.”

Miraculously, Lucielle listens to him, freezing in place, though she continues glaring at him. “Fine.” The staring contest she’s having with Lance lasts a couple more moments before her shoulder slouch (at least, as much as Lucy would allow them to) and her face softens slightly. “What do you want us to work through? You knew I was already in another, public relationship before this started. So, enlighten me, Lance: what is it that you want to discuss and what exactly do you want the conversation to achieve?”

On one of his worse days, Lance might have been more easily compelled by Lucielle's words. Things have changed since then. "You can feign being clueless, but that doesn't rewrite the emotional push and pull I went through with you. All the ways you've dismissed me and my feelings. It may not be manipulation per se, but you're certainly stringing me along. Perhaps even using me." The words come out sudden, all at once - like water breaking through a dam. After several months of burying his discontent, Lance couldn't withhold it any longer. "Look - this is exactly what I mean. It's so blatant. You're making these threats against me, as if you want me to fall to your feet and apologize.. It's cruel." He's chosen to firmly stand on this stance, yet it still feels like his back is against the wall. To be quite honest, Lance isn't quite sure what outcome he wants from this. In a perfect world Lucy would choose him over her boyfriend. But realistically, this would either keep going as it is, or end in a breakup. "Lucielle, stop." He says firmly. In the same breath he crosses his arms and stands up straight. "None of those words ever came out of my mouth. And I'm not leaving here until we work through things. That is, unless you don't want to be open with me. Then that's entirely your decision."

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give me two actors that have been best friends for years (maybe even before they became famous) who just got cast as each other's love interest for the very first time and are trying to navigate filming intimate scenes and pretending they don't feel anything whenever they kiss 🥺

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“This was a really stupid idea.” Though she’s not even hungry and she’s pinching her nose to avoid the delicious smell of fresh blood permeating the air, Harlowe’s fangs are out, practically begging for her to sink them into the other. She’s doing a shit job at playing nurse, barely looking as she half-heartedly cleans up their wound so she can avoid further temptation. “You couldn’t have found anyone else to do this for you?”