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Chloe enjoys visiting cafés. At least the quiet ones and the ones where she can enjoy her coffee and breathe. When you're in a relationship, you should understand your partner and share the same values and such, right? Well, she and her boyfriend are struggling with that. At least she is sometimes struggling to understand her boyfriend -- hence going to cafés to breathe after heated discussions. Chloe is a big fan of chances. She wants to give her boyfriend a chance after a chance to see if he changes his view on things. But so far, she's starting to lean towards ending the relationship soon. She's startled away from her thoughts when she hears a familiar voice, immediately bringing a smile to her lips when she sees the female she has become quite familiar with. "No, please, feel free to join me." With one hand, she gestures toward the seat on the opposite side of her, and with her other hand, she tucks hair strands behind her ear. "You feel drawn to me? How come?" Should she be flattered? Her eyes quickly spot the book she's carrying. "What are you reading?"

open to: w & nb, 21 and over.

plot: tate is your muse's husband/boyfriend's therapist and when he complains about her, tate gets increasingly obsessed. so, she makes up a fake occupation (that would further interest your muse) and last name.

she'd been frequenting the same café because she knew that's where justin's partner went. spent too many days there, too many hours. sometimes, tate wondered if she was doing it because she couldn't stand the way he talked about things and life. biting down on her lip, book tucked under her arm (something she assumed the other liked), she caught her eye. there had been a few friendly exchanges of words, but the woman was ready to finally pounce. she grabbed her coffee and walked over, sliding into the booth. always at the back, always closed off. "you're such a bitch," she teased, tilting her head. "you're always in the best spot. so, i've decided, i'm going to join you. i hope you don't mind some company⸺it's just that i feel... drawn to you. i have since the day i laid my eyes on you."

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The question catches her off guard. He's been standing there for quite a minute, and now Maia understands why. It brings a smile to her face. "Look at that, you finally got the courage." She teases, a playful tone in her voice. "But I would love to." If he didn't muster the courage to ask, she would have eventually done so.

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"Listen I don't uh -- I just wanted to ask -- God I don't know how people do this these days --" Ben said and felt himself mentally curse, God he sounded like such an idiot right now. Way to make an impression. "But do you -- well do you want to get dinner sometime? You and -- me? Just us?"

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"Right..." Lydia mumbles while looking at her face, worry clear to see in her eyes. "If a patient is aggressive, you don't have a security guard near or something?" The female continues to wonder. She can't blame the patient. The red - hair has had her fair share of scratches and bite marks when working with kids, and to her knowledge, some adults unfortunately behave like erratic children when they don't want to be treated. "And they didn't have anything contagious? You know, something you can catch through their fingers and such?"

open to everyone m: sofia

"It's not that bad, it's just a scratch. Someone was kicking off in the ER earlier and I took the hit. It's fine."

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Diana isn't in love, but she is in a honeymoon phase. To her, her boyfriend couldn't do anything wrong. Not until the reality would hit. But until then, she will smile and enjoy the butterflies that fly in her stomach whenever she's with her boyfriend. The same butterflies that were once brought by Callum, who is now sitting with her after her boyfriend had to leave for work. It shouldn't have been unexpected to see him, but it still surprised her. "Thank you. I am happy." She will not say she's happier than with Calum. That would be a lie. She is as happy as she was with him. "So far, it feels like he is the one, but if things change, you'll be the first person who knows." That's how she felt with Callum at first, but here they are, sitting as ex - partners. "How have you been?"

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As soon as Callum saw her, his heart stopped. She seemed happy. Smiling with someone else, she deserved that. Someone who made her smile, but it didn't make it hurt less. He had a lot of baggage, and he knew it for the best they broke up whilst he tried to juggle being a single dad. They were talking away and suddenly none of those reasons seemed to matter any more. "It's good to -- to see you. You seem happy. Really happy." He said and took in a deep breath. "I mean if he ever breaks your heart, I'll punch him for you."

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reverse starter call? by liking this i will reply to one or two of your opens.

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The female sighs, sitting at the uncomfortable hospital seat ( adjusting her position way too many times ), and she looks around. Lydia doesn't like hospitals. Especially when someone she knows is a patient in one. "You should be careful." She says quietly, her eyes turning towards the man. "Even when you say you're fine."

❝ It's kind of a long story, but I'm fine, despite what tests might say. ❞ Working in a hospital should have given him some comfort, but being a patient wasn't exactly that. It was of his own doing, of course. Healing someone on the verge of dying, and now he was suffering the symptoms.

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"Touché." Chloe chuckles. She wants to tell him he could have reviewed files early in the morning, but she decides to keep her mouth shut. It would have been hypocritical of her. Especially when she's carrying a file of papers. "I forgot to drop these." She tells him while showing the file. The female could have dropped them early in the morning, but... There could have been a chance of forgetting the papers again. "But you should go home. I'm pretty sure it's unhealthy to work this late."

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Dabin likes to believe they have matured. Both are studying, she has a job on the side, and life is going pretty well. But sometimes she misses her old life when rules were meant to be broken. "Should we go clubbing?" She suggests a bad habit of hers showing again -- biting her nails while thinking, until a smile tugs on her lips. Clubbing is something she hasn't done in a while and is already looking forward to it.

𐚁 ݁. . .         " girl, you know what ? fucking same. " millie puts down the iPad she had in hand with her reviewers displayed on screen, gazing up at the female, " any suggestions on what we could do ? we haven't caused trouble in a while. "

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It will not be her first or last kill. But the kill will be his family member, and she wants him to be one - hundred percent sure he wants this. There will be no take backs. "I will." She promises. She will not tell him how or where she will hide the body -- he doesn't need to know such things. She will not even tell him when she's going to do it. "Quick and painless like I told you."

"This is crossing a line. He knows that. And yet Jonathan finds himself nodding silently yes at the question. "This is crossing a line. He knows that. And yet Jonathan finds himself nodding silently yes at the question. "Just make it quick."

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DAISY JONES & THE SIX Episode 4: I Saw the Light

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It hurt. It fucking hurt so much. Maia isn't a stranger to the pain when you lose someone you hold close, but it still hit her hard. Especially in such circumstances. They could have been saved. For days, before the funeral, she went through the events in her head and went through different scenarios, coming to a solution that things could be different. She wouldn't be standing near her best friend's grave, watching them be lowered to the ground.

She was strong throughout the whole ceremony. Well, she tried. Single tear drops rolled down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away, and she had her sunglasses covering her dark eyes. The sun is not shining, she's actually holding an umbrella, but she doesn't want people to see the dark circles that are decorating her eyes. Only when the people left and she stayed behind, she let the tears fall down and removed her sunglasses. "I'm sorry." She mumbles while crouching down, not paying attention to the footsteps that come from behind her. Only when she hears his voice, she acknowledges his presence -- but she's not speaking. She has to take a moment to calm herself. She wants to yell. Curse at him. Tell him to leave. But instead, she stands up and straightens her back. "You could have saved her." Her tone is calm and controlled, still not looking at him. "Why didn't you save her?"

open to: m/f/anyone plot: there was an accident or attack on y/m's family or home causing someone they cared about to die & Ruth, being on their security detail, opted to save y/m instead of the person who died. idk, here for the angst. also hmu if you wanna plot more!

Nothing like this has ever happened to Ruth. He'd always been the perfect soldier, even when he was talking out of turn or being the royalist pain in the ass he never strayed from his goal, his purpose. This fatality on his watch was more personal than he'd imagined it would be if this unfortunate tragedy happened on his watch, his guard, under his trained eye. His father had, of course, punished him, the tainting to their name and prestige in the security world had been expected and honestly, Ruth was numb to it but the way they stood at the graveyard as people started to trickle away was more of a punishment than anything his father could dish out. The bodyguard shifted on his feet as people passed him and he drew a little closer to the funeral, rain dripping from his wet, curly hair onto the dark leather of his jacket.

Ruth's blue eyes scanned the people walking past him, leaving the funeral now that the body was in the ground and the mood fitting rain started to pour a little harder. He was out of uniform, the leathers he wore to ride his motorcycle hugging his toned and fall frame as he waited for the majority of bodies to clear out. Finally, when they turned around Ruth had to swallow the emotions that threatened to dry out and clog his throat. "Hey, I just wanted to--" his words trailed off and for once in Ruth's life he was at a loss to words, he didn't know how to apologize for this, for his actions which felt oddly like mistakes even though he had saved their life.

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She's a little taken aback by him caring about her. Is it just an act? To protect his image? But at the same time, she appreciates it, which is why there's a smile playing on her lips. "I will text you as soon as I have set foot inside." Yujin might even send a picture, expose a little bit of her apartment to him. Just the entrance will not hurt anyone.

Her attention briefly turns to the barista who has their orders, and she quickly gives them a thank you. "If these macaroons are disappointing me, I will complain." The female says once the barista is out of hearing distance, a playful grin playing on her lips. She won't complain. She is not a complainer. She will just not revisit the cafeteria, as simple as that. "But uhm... I wouldn't say this always happens to me. Maybe once in a blue moon, but..." She shrugs. Yujin also doesn't know how common it is for others to have some creepers following them -- she's not famous, but her mother used to be a famous actress, and time to time, people might recognize her. And of course, there's the fact that she's a female, and some people don't know how to act. "And no need to apologize. Some people are weird, but that doesn't mean everyone is."

vincent doesn’t know whether or not to let this go, but ultimately he believes yujin knows what she’s doing. he’ll pray for her. part of his conscience won’t let him rest until he knows she gets home safe, but it’s not his business to pry. “o… kay, hm. how about you text me when you get home? just so i know.”

no ulterior motives. it honestly comes with good intentions. “it really won’t sit well with me if he comes back. or someone else comes along, uh— knock on wood.” he laughs awkwardly, not much of a jokester, this one. poorly timed jokes were his specialty. “is everyday always like this for you guys? i can’t imagine how that must feel, to look over your shoulder everyday. i’m sorry about that.” he realizes how much he’s making this worse, “and for putting that picture in your head.”

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Lydia can't help but chuckle. She likes to think she doesn't have a system. Things are in order, named appropriately, and the shelves where the candles are resting are clean. Huh, maybe she has a system, after all. But she doesn't comment on it further. Instead, her focus returns to the package; putting the order receipt on top of it, and finally, when she is satisfied with it, she puts it to the side.

Sage's words catch her off guard, and she can feel her cheeks heating up, causing her to look at the wooden floor. "I have always liked candles. They've been kind of comforting to me." She admits, her gaze moves away from the floor to wander around the place that she can call her own. She owns the store. The red - haired is pretty proud of it. "But long... It looked and smelled pretty horrible, and I'm still not entirely satisfied with it, but..." She shrugs, her eyes turning towards the blonde, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for helping me, by the way."

"Lavender it is, then." Sage steps closer, her fingers brushing lightly over the edge of the counter before reaching for the list Lydia mentioned. "Short lists I can handle," she says with a small grin, casting a sideways glance at Lydia before crouching down to scan the shelves. "I’ll try not to mess up your system, though I make no promises."

She picks up one of the candles, turning it in her hand as she reads the label. "You really do have an eye for this, you know. Everything in here feels like it belongs. Even the scent... it’s... comforting." Her voice trails off slightly, more sincere now. "Kind of like you." Sage clears her throat as she sets the candle carefully in one of the boxes, letting her smile return to something softer. "So, how long did it take you to get this place to smell like magic?"

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Why didn't her school have such a thing? It sounded fun, but knowing her younger self, she would have neglected the teddy bear after a day or two. "Mmhm, something like that." She nods after thinking about how it would work. "Every week, this guy would switch places. Or less than that." Every week or less works for her -- her schedule isn't booked with travels or other things. Yoomin just streams, once in a blue moon attends some sort of events, and holds dance classes for teenagers besides her own practices. "Oh..." Slips out of her mouth when she hears his suggestion, and she has to think for a couple of seconds. She is hungry. "I'm down, but as long as it's walk distance away." She has her car nearby, but fresh air could do her good after spending a few hours inside.

     a soft laughter emits at yoomi's take on the plushie, them switching who'd be the owner of the soft bear and taking a shared responsibility of it.  " so kinda like that teddy bear at school ? where each student would switch on taking care of it ? "  brow quirks while looking over at the femme with a questioning glint in both his eyes, only to then pop lips at the quietness of the arcade around them.  " well, it's open in the morning again if you wanna head here, we could also go grab a late night dinner somewhere ? "  woojin always one who was ready to eat a couple of meals, sometimes amazed he wasn't gaining weight as he often times sat in front of his screen and barely got out  ;  but apparently his weekly times at the gym was good enough.

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She opens her mouth, ready to argue and state facts ( which aren't actually facts ), but she ends up saying anything. Naeun doesn't like to think she's hunting people. Sure, she looks out for them to spot a potential victim, but she doesn't chase them and she asks for permission ( well, that depends ). "Well... I have a suggestion." She sits down next to the female, draping her arm around her shoulders. "How about we look for people who aren't good citizens?"

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