#◟psychoanalyzing all of my decisions in the middle of the night | ↳ wren liu lang ft. javier acherley 001◝

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for @celestialmuses from here

"The consistency is a huge part of it." She sighed, knowing full well that the man in front of her was simply being nice. Her attempt this morning had sucked but over all she was getting better at the fun little drawings that she threw on the occasional customers cup, Plus it was a small way to bring her true passion into her boring everyday work life. "You draw?" She questioned "I'm a bit of an artist myself, I would love to see your stuff if you show it off."

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Wren couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips at Elio's offers. "There's a bus stop about ten minutes away from your apartment and it'll drop me off practically on my doorstep." She informed him, letting him know that that was how she planned on getting home. Had it been anyone else she might have been a little embarrassed about her knowledge of the bus schedule but with Elio she felt like she could simply be herself. No need to hide that she wasn't living a life of luxury in the city, not that she really believed he had thought differently with having met her during her shift at the cafe. She followed him into the kitchen and graciously accepting the container of leftovers. "Well I'll have to see you again, how else would I return your container?" She asked. Her cheeks heated at the males compliments. "But no seriously I would like to hang out again." she smiled, allowing herself to be vulnerable for a moment. "I enjoyed getting to know you and I think that you're incredibly smart and a gentleman." She smiled "Not to mention a wicked good cook." she smiled. She wanted to stay, didn't want to cut the night short and miss out on getting to know him more. Still she set the container down, slipped on her shoes and headed towards his front door. She turned around for a moment before reaching for the handle, placing a soft kiss to Elio's cheek.

"Yeah, a decathlon. It's 10 different sports or activities. They do it in the Olympics. It's crazy honestly." Elio explained, a laugh bubbling up. Then he sighed and got up from the couch. "I understand though I'll be honest and say I don't like it. I wish you could stay longer but I'm sure you have stuff you need to do. Do you want me to call you a car? There's a subway station down the block too. I don't know which you do." He said, walking into the kitchen. "Let me pack up some leftovers for you too. I can't eat all of this by myself. And now you'll have lunch tomorrow and think of me." Elio added, grabbing one of the many precariously packed tupperware containers and filling it with extra food for her. "Um here. I had a really nice time tonight. Thanks for saying yes. I think you're so beautiful and funny and smart. I'd like to see you again if you're free."

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for @multxfacies continued from here

"I'll accept questionable squirrel and nothing less." Wren nodded as she handed over the mug to Elias. "Not trying to impress, more like using you as my guinea pig... people tend to pay more for the cute little latte arts, however I don't think that rat is in high demand at the moment." She chuckled with a shake of her head, leaning against the counter to truly focus on the man who stood in front of her.

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Closed Starter for @loveshard based on this.

At the start of this she hadn't known that the man was married. That he had an entire family and she was just some mistress. However once she found out it didn't stop her from sneaking into his office or on occasion even his home just to spend time with him. Perhaps to him she was just some young thing to fuck but she had grown attached. The gifts, the attention, the sex wasn't bad either. That night she was caught sneaking out, she had thought that was it. What she didn't expect was to be spending the entire summer with his family because for some reason his son had decided that he'd lie to his own mother and claim her as his own little fling. Why? She didn't have the slightest clue but she was sure she'd find out sooner or later on this trip.

Wren sighed as she set her suitcase down on the bed. It was the only bed in the room that she would be sharing with him this entire summer. The suitcase filled to the brim with clothes, newly boughten by her lover because everything that she owned would make her stick out like a sore thumb. She didn't look up from her now unzipped bag when she heard the bedroom door open "Is this what you thought would happen when you decided to become the hero?" She questioned with a raised brow.

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Wren shrugged "I'm just feeling a little spunky today." She offered, smiling softly at the compliment. "And if we are going to be honest I think that a bunny might be far to intimidating for you." She joked. Honestly she knew very little about the man stood in front of her. What she did know was that he was a regular and she knew his order by heart but also knew that she could surprise him on days that she was feeling experimental and he would happily except whatever concoction that she came up with. She also knew that he came around the same time each morning and he was always dressed in outfits that probably cost more than her monthly rent.

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Growing up bouncing around from place to place Wren had always been firm believer that home wasn't simply a place but instead the people you felt safest with. "There's no need to regret it in the morning." She smiled at Everett "You feel like home too." She smiled, leaning closer to the male, bumping shoulders with him gently. Their friendship had started over their mutual admiration for the arts and had only flourished the more Wren dragged him along on her adventures. Where she made it her duty to draw out his more adventurous side he manage to mellow out her crazy. The two were simply a match made in heaven.

open to : anyone @indiestarter muse : everett moore (28, he/him, bisexual, barista & painter) plot : based one one of the memes here. your muse is a close friend of his, that friend that probably drags him out to parties or social events so he doesn't mope around the house all day and tries to stop him from being such a grump all the time

everett wasn't often one to go to parties. in fact, if it were up to him, he wouldn't have gone at all. but his best friend had shown up to his house saying that they were going and he had no choice. he could never say no to them. so he'd put on a slightly niver outfit and left with them. a few hours later, he was probably too many beers deep and sitting with them on the sofa of the home the party was in. he smiled, “you know, i might regret this after the hangover, but right now, i need you to know that… being with you feels like home.”

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@sacriiilegious sent in this meme for Romeo and Wren. The book I chose was Shatter by Tahereh Mafi.

"You know I could've sworn that we used to be cool." Wren spoke as she leaned back in her chair, eyes wracking over the man stood in front of her.

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The flirtationship didn't go unnoticed by Wren but she had always assumed that it was just a friendly exchange that they did. Never for a moment did she think that there might be something deeper developing between the two. "I just picked up a new strain from the dispensary last night, haven't had a chance to try it out if you're interested?" She asked raising a brow. "I mean that is if the whole pregnancy scare didn't turn you into some sort of upstanding citizen over night." She smirked.

August waited until he could and followed her over to her snack, leaning on the bar besides her. "You wanna celebrate with me?" he asked with a tilted head and a grin. "I suppose I have some free time. For you." he offered her a wink. He'd grown obsessed with their little flirtation ping pong, now he just needed to follow through. maybe. "What'd you have in mind?" he asked with a tilted head.

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Wren didn't have time to answer if she wanted a beer or not. Javier shouting to Thomas to grab two as if he already knew that her answer was going to be yes. He had been correct. Wren couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully "You know that I'm never to busy for you J." She spoke. There was a hint of flirtation in her voice. Perhaps she shouldn't. She had been the one to ghost him last semester after all. However she still found herself relaxing into the couch, turning so that she was giving the male her full attention knees knocking together like an old dance the two had participated in once before.

" ouch. " ah, but he didn’t care. his plate was already overflowing — with mushrooms of worry and spoiled meat of regret. he’d had enough. with a bitter exhale, he finished off the beer bottle in his hand. " you want one, asshole ? " his fingers lifted lazily, gesturing as if someone at the chaotic college party might actually serve him. " yo, thomas ! hit me up with two bottles ! " his voice carried over the crowd, though he turned slightly to shield his face, trying not to annoy wren with the yelling. " if only you’re not too busy with anyone else, of course. " this time, his words were aimed at the girl, punctuated with an ambiguous wink.

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"I wasn't sneaking out." Wren countered as she slipped her shirt over her head. "I was simply waking up and preparing for my day." She shrugged, did it matter that she had been attempting to do so before the male woke up in order to avoid any of the lingering awkwardness? She didn't think so. "What were you hoping to spoon a little? Cook me breakfast?" She questioned "Because we both know that I'm a terrible cook."

" I thought we were over the whole trying to sneak out in the morning after you failed the first three times? "

Open: Females 21+

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Henry wasn't wrong to assume that something had shifted in Wren, it had. She had started to realize that she was developing feelings for the prince, feelings that didn't stop at just wanting to be his friend. She had started to long for something more, something that could never became a reality. Even if Henry shared similar feelings his family would never allow the two of them to explore something along those lines. The more time she spent in his presence the harder she fell so in an attempt to save her heart the inevitable heart break, that would come when he finally did wed one of those women his mother was constantly pushing on him, she was pulling away.

"You want me to lie to your mother?" She questioned raising a brow "You know if she found out she'd have my head right?" She questioned. She couldn't lie though, the thought of the two of them sneaking away from the palace while the others were preoccupied with the gala had her heart racing. "What do you propose we do instead?" She questioned "You have to make it worth my while if I'm going to be putting my safety at risk." She was only joking. The queen wouldn't kill her for skipping out on her duties but she would more than likely make her life a living hell for the next few months to follow.

"ah, did she? hm. probably wise of you. although, i might pay to witness someone telling my mum to 'buzz off'." smirk slowly rises as his gaze glances towards his companion. it hadn't slipped henry's attention something had shifted in wren lately. it was simply hard for him to pin down exactly what. perhaps if she was shifting further away from him, he figured, maybe hoped, he could bridge their distance by being evermore present. anybody who knew henry well enough at all, afterall, knew that wren was the one real light in his life. he let out a sigh, broke their gaze to look ahead. "you could always say you're coming down with some kind of fever? mono? but in all seriousness... these galas aren't half as fun as they're made out to be. i... feel like you'd thank me if we just skipped it." maybe more than avoiding his mother's latest 'match' for him, he didn't want wren there because he knew they'd treat her different -- like she didn't belong in their upper-class nobility.

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Wren had attempted to pull away from the man before. Had sworn to herself that the last time was just that the last time... spoiler alert it never was. However it wasn't due to the reasons that Rhett was suggesting, in fact it was the exact opposite. She was starting to grow attached and that was something that never ended well for the girl "Come on Rhett you're acting like you caught me climbing out your window with my pants still half off." She groaned. However he was getting her to stay longer as she set her bag back down on his bedroom floor. She wouldn't feel right just walking out now. "I think that the discussion of eggs and greasy bacon might be a turn off during." She spoke, attempting to lighten the mood a little with a joke as she took a seat on the edge of his bed.

" Obviously the two of us see the situation with different views then. I am use to waking up early even on the weekends which is how it was so easy for me to catch you up to your usual. If you're embarrassed to be known to be sleeping with me all you have to do is say it and we can make it not happen again. " Rhett knows that such a suggestion is easier said than done when it comes to the pair. You could say that the two are like moths drawn to the flame and it doesn't matter how hard the two try to avoid ending up in this position , they always do. " How is one suppose to ask for either options when your ass isn't exactly here to ask. Tell me , am I suppose to ask before , or during us hooking up? "

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"I'm sorry did you say decathlon? She questioned with a rise of her brow "I've heard of a triathlon and I thought that was to much." She chuckled softly. "If you see me running than your safest bet is to start running too." She chuckled. She nodded in agreement to Elio's assessment on life "I completely agree. You have to be pretty special to me in order to get me to tag along to something that I really have no interest in." she admitted. Really her roommates were the only people who qualified at this point in time. Wren's eyes wondered to the window, noticing that it was starting to get dark out. "I should probably get going." She admitted, taking a look at her phone just to make sure that she hadn't missed the last bus yet. If she stayed much longer she would have to call Juniper for a ride and she wasn't sure what the women was currently wrapped up in.

Elio laughed brightly at Wren's face. She clearly didn't have the same desires as his sisters. "That makes sense. I like to stay active but I'm not trying to win a decathlon or anything. Just enough to get the blood pumping." The sky outside his windows was getting darker as they talked, but Elio didn't mind. He liked spending time with Wren, she was cute and sweet. He wondered if she would want to... "I get that, it can be hard finding the time. It feels like when we were kids there was never enough time to do everything we wanted, and now as adults it's the opposite. More stuff is available but we have less time. That's why I think it's so important not to do stuff that doesn't interest you. Like don't waste your time going places that don't serve you. But if you're free again in the future, I'd love to take you to one of those places."

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Wren made a face when the man mentioned shopping. She had never been into browsing corner stores much unless they sold art supplies or were pawn shops... you'd be surprised the things people would pawn and although she rarely bought anything she usually got a good laugh out of some of the items displayed. "I enjoy the outdoors... as long as there isn't some huge incline I'm expected to run up." She informed him. "As far as exploring the city I guess I haven't really gone galivanting around." She admitted despite having lived in this city for years now. She tended to keep her known path between home and work and on occasion a night out on the town when Juniper pushed her. "I mean there's a few places that I know I would like to visit but between work and school I have trouble finding the time."

Elio nodded, happy to drop the subject and keep the mood light. "Well I guess that depends on what interests you. Are you a history buff? Do you prefer the great outdoors? I don't want to recommend a hiking trail if you'd rather go shopping, you know?" He said with a shrug. Then he laughed. "Hey, if I can get away from work, I'll happily be your tour guide. I love my job but I don't mind having days off, that's for sure. Maybe you should start more local. How much have you seen of this city?" He asked, turning to face Wren on the couch, laying a gentle hand on her arm.

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Wren waved his apology off, she often did whenever somebody apologized for something that they had zero control over. "The experience made me stronger as a person." She shrugged although at that age she should have been protected and not going through experiences that would force her to become stronger. "I plan to make it to the neighboring states." She admitted "See something new before its to late." She assured him "I'm open to suggestions if you have any." She spoke "Or if you want to double as a tour guide when you aren't to busy pleasing tastebuds" She hummed. She wasn't sure if it was something that would interest Elio but she wanted to put it out there that she wouldn't mind seeing him again once this night ended. She thought that it was going well but wanted to gage the mans interest without flat out asking his opinion.

"No, that's actually really sad. I'm sorry that happened to you. I feel like as kids we all imagine how much fun it would be to be locked somewhere over night, when it's probably just creepy and boring. Like you realized. I'm sorry it scared you so much. Like I can't do anything about it now, but I feel your pain at thinking dolls are creepy. I'm okay with animatronics, but those little porcelain ones are unsettling." Elio said, a little concerned but trying not to show it. He didn't want to ruin the vibe but he did feel bad that Wren went through that. "Hopefully that can change soon. Even if you just go a state up or down, there's things to do and see. You'd be surprised what's right in your own backyard."

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"I once was locked inside of a Chucky Cheese overnight when I was like ten... does that count?" Wren questioned with a chuckle. The wine was definitely doing its job, causing her to feel a little more relaxed, dropping her guard a little bit more than a totally sober Wren would agree with. "Those animatronics scarred me for life." She admitted "In fact I'm still freaked out by dolls to this day." She admitted. "With their beady little eyes that stare straight into your soul." she shivered with a shake of her head. "I haven't been much of anywhere." she admitted after a heart beat, at least nowhere further than a bus ride." She had always wanted to travel, had places on her bucket list that she wanted to check off but the time had simply never seemed right... well that and the fact that it wasn't a cheap hobby to have.

"That's actually so adorable. Little baby Wren, chasing butterflies, meanwhile the ball soars into the goal." Elio laughed, taking another sip of his drink before putting it on the coffee table. It seemed like any awkwardness was gone. "I like to, yeah. When I went to culinary school I was able to travel with my class. We went all over Europe together and it was super immersive. I felt like Anthony Bourdain, trying everything I could stuff into my mouth. Now I don't go away as much, but I always like doing it. Even if it's just a little weekend away. Some of my friends are here, but some are all over. It's a mix. Have you been anywhere cool?"