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watching rhys as he spoke, lale was unable to hold back the heavy sigh that left her chest with his admission. "i know, and i understand," she spoke softly, feeling the same pull for the other albeit not wanting to admit such. "but we've tried this already rhys, and it didn't work." pursing her lips, her focus narrowed in on the other before adding, "do you think it would have any different outcome if we were to try something again?"

"  i  don't  want  you  to  keep  feeling  conflicted —  it was fun at first ,  but  i  can't  stay  away  from  you.  "

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I updated it on my pinned but just wanted to make a quick post on here also. I'm gonna go on a temporary hiatus due to my laptop becoming officially unusable, so if we have any threads feel free to put them on the back burner for now. More below the cut, but wanted to let those of you know who I could 💜

While I do have another job lined up after quitting my last one, there's been a hiccup and it'll be a little later than initially anticipated. That being said, now that my laptop has officially shit out on me I cant use my funds to get a new (used) one until I have a consistent income once more. Sorry to go on another hiatus after coming back from one not long ago, but I'll be back as soon as I'm able 😭

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Trenton watched the other with apprehension as she spoke, feeling that even though she was answering him that it may not have been the entire truth. This was only furthered with the skeptical look he had directed her way, inadvertently letting her know he wasn't really convinced by her reasoning. "If it's worth bringing it up, I'd say that's important."

"I... decided that some things were just better left unsaid." Had entirely blamed the late hour the last time on why she stopped herself. "It wasn't that important anyways."

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Her laugh was soft and unguarded in a way that made his chest feel tight, not in the overwhelming sense he’d once associated with feelings, but something steadier - something right. Jaeseong’s smile deepened at the sound, eyes briefly dropping to the way she covered her mouth as if she had to hide it from him. "Oh, no. If you ever saw me talking to my reflection, I’m not sure you’d let me live it down," he teased, his thumb brushing along her knuckles again, unwilling to let go of her hand just yet. "Though I might consider recreating it, if you’re nice to me of course." The car pulled up beside them, the quiet hum of the engine momentarily filling the space between the two. He glanced toward it but made no move to rush her inside; he was content like this. With her warmth pressed to his side, her fingers laced with his, and that look in her eyes that felt like something new unfolding between them even now. As she squeezed his hand again, his eyes flickered back to hers, gentler now. "You know," he said softly, "I used to think moments like this only existed in other people’s lives. But then…you happened." And with that, he opened the door for her. Not because he was trying to impress her, but because it just felt right - like she deserved the kind of care he hadn’t known he wanted to give until it was her standing beside him.

She covers her mouth with her free hand to giggle against it, picturing him practicing his lines in front of his mirror. The image in her head is amusing, which is why she coughs a little to prevent herself from giggling more, and she scratches her nose, the smile on her lips still evident. "Now I kind of want to see it." This is what she needed. Laughter. And probably not knowing it, Jaeseong is good at making her laugh. Her smile turns into a warm one when his lips press onto her knuckles, and she can feel her cheeks heating up despite the cool air. It still amazes Jiyeon how she is the one who got the infamous playboy to settle down. At least, that's what her friends whispered to her before she got to know him properly. And now there she is, trusting him to the point of sharing her feelings and thoughts. She can only smile at him and nod when hearing his question, squeezing his hand again. Geez. She might be in love.

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he watched the way her shoulders eased, how the lines of tension that had clung to her all evening started to melt away; it was slow but nonetheless noticeable. the smallest smile tugged at the corners of his mouth again, not because he was trying to reassure her now, but because she was beginning to let herself breathe - and that meant more than anything. "you don’t have to thank me," he stated quietly, brushing his thumb once more along her hand. "i’m exactly where i want to be." he rose from his seat slowly, careful not to rush the moment or the quiet that had settled around them like a blanket. his fingers stayed laced with hers as he stood beside her, waiting until her gaze met his again. "let’s get you home." and he didn’t mean it just in the physical sense either, as there was a kind of weight behind his words, the kind that promised something constant and safe. as they walked toward the door, he gently pulled her hand just enough to bring her a little closer - not tight or possessive, but just enough to let her feel him there. "we’ll put on whatever show you want," he added softly, glancing down at her with that same small smile. "and if you fall asleep halfway through, i’ll still be right there when you wake up. deal?"

feeling marcus turn his hand and intertwining their fingers helped her feel more grounded. more like she was really right here with him, and that she was safe. no longer out there in the field being shot at or in a dangerous situation. her shoulder visibly drop trying to allow herself to calm down from it all finally. hearing him assure she was someone her cared about made her smile a bit. it had been hard for her when things changed within the team and accepting and allowing herself to get close to new people like him. but in this moment hearing how he cared for her made all the difference. the assurance marcus gave her that he would be there as she needed him and he should do whatever she needed had he nodding her head feeling a bit of relief. she wouldn't be alone, and she would have him there to be a distraction and anchor her however she needed. the squeeze of his hand made her smile and nod her head a bit a breath she had been holding finally exhaling. "thank you.." she said softly. "i think.. i'm ready to go home now." she said to him gently. "i.. i don't know if i'd be able to do with without you.. thank you for not leaving me alone."

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"hoon," she repeated gently, the name sounding soft and almost thoughtful as she echoed it. her lips curved into a subtle smile before adding, "it suits you." she let the silence linger just a moment longer before adding, "i'm lilith." she glanced down into her tea, fingers tightening briefly around the warm ceramic. the offer to walk her home, or to call her a ride, was more generous than he probably realized. and maybe that was what made her hesitate for half a second: not because she didn’t trust him, but because it’d been a long time since someone had offered something like that without wanting something in return. "thank you," she said finally, looking back up at him with a grateful expression. "i think i’ll be okay to walk, i’m not far. but it means a lot that you offered." her shoulders dropped a little, tension slowly unwinding in the way it only does when someone realizes they’re finally safe. she took another sip of her tea, the warmth chasing away the last of the chill in her chest. “you really do make a good refuge,” she said with a quiet sort of honesty before taking the last bite of her treat. putting the napkin to her mouth as she finished it off, lilith did a quick glance over the cafe before tilting her head with a question, "is there anything i can do to help you clean up?"

gently hoon nods his head a bit when she stated that it was very kind of him. he tires his best to give back to the world - though he may not receive the same kindness at times he truly believed that the world could use more. for a moment he watched as she enjoyed the treat glad to see so. making pastries was his passion and seeing others enjoy his work was enough for him. "i'm glad to hear that." he nods his head and finishes up the dishes before drying his hands on a towel and tossing it to one of the hampers under a counter. chuckling at the mention of her not making this a habit he nods his head. "i fear other's may not have the same reaction as me - so maybe keep your attempts far and few in between." he jokes with a laugh. he sips the cup of tea he had made himself and looks to her when she agreed to take him up on the offer. "please do, i don't mind." he assured. when asked about his name he smiled but can't help but to worry about her trek home. "hoon - and you?" he inquired back. "and if you need someone to accompany home - i'd be happy to take you or call for a taxi or something." he suggested not wanting her to feel pressured.

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"well that's somewhat of a relief," he joked, though it may have under the radar due to the cold humor he so often used on a day to day basis. "i thought he just hated me, but maybe the sentiment is shared after all." after letting the water run a second longer than necessary as he rinsed the dust from two mismatched mugs, leo listened in the way someone would if they weren’t just being polite. there was something about the way his company admitted about the spiders in fact being his own that made leo glance over, not in surprise but more recognition. it wasn’t the first time someone had admitted to coping in quiet, unconventional ways.

"therapy’s expensive," he said mildly, setting the mugs down with a soft clink. "honestly? spiders might be cheaper, and less likely to ghost you mid-session." he pulled a tin from the cabinet—an indie blend with a name like midnight fog or iron soul that he'd only kept from an ex that left it at his apartment—and held it up briefly in offering. "this good? tastes like earl grey trying to be interesting." he moved on without waiting for a strong opinion, already pouring the hot water with the practiced motions of someone used to working quietly in the background of things. "all the cereal is on top of the fridge, and bowls are in the cupboard right next to it," the man informed, in the chance he wanted to get to the food he'd promised him sooner.

"modeling and costume design though," he echoed, a brow lifted in something close to genuine admiration. "that’s actually pretty cool. do you have a favorite one you've ever made?" a pause, then a breath of self-awareness once he realized he'd been asked a question as well. "i have a weekly podcast, actually. been doing it for quite a few years now, but mostly it's just tackling true crime." leo prepared himself for a laugh of some sort from the other, as this was a frequent response due to the overwhelmingly increasing amount of such a profession nowadays.

his gaze flicked up at the last thing seojun said—'your name is leo'—and there was the briefest moment of hesitation before he answered, something wry settling into his expression. "you say it like you just discovered it on a missing persons list," he couldn't help but joke, this time a laugh breaking also before setting down one of the mugs on the table for the other. after a beat or two he added as well, "and you're seojun, right?" though they'd never met formally, that was the name he felt sounded right, but knowing his luck it may be his roommate instead.

the incoming breeze of fresh air relieves him; having been trapped in the stuffy hallway doesn’t make for a pleasant atmosphere. he pulls at his sleeves, a bit weary despite the warmth leo radiates — to let in an acquaintance was one thing, “yeah, i tried to get in contact with the landlord but he’s got other needs to attend to.” but to let in a stranger was another.

and it wasn’t like he was one to take advantage of other people’s kindness anyway, he seemingly beams at the idea of having cereal for dinner. although he wasn’t being proposed, “i like cereal.” he is a complacent man. somewhat composed, but the demeanor he displays is known to throw off those he meets. “and i like tea,”

while he needlessly infodumps, seojun clasps his hands together and leans against the counter. hip pressed against the drawer with a somewhat dreamy and fond expression against his face, he smiles at the curiosity leo has about him. “yeah… they’re mine.” he has two, whom he had found from a place of comfort and solace in. “gotta pay for the therapy bills somehow, right?”

it’s a joke, but what he actually means is that they’re a way of coping through things. he combs through a thick wave of black hair, the flowing water from the sink almost a murmur to his words. “unconventional service animals, if you will.” seojun opens his mouth to speak again and then closes it, seemingly embarrassed by his assumption that leo had been asking if he was taken or not. “i do modeling from time to time, but on other days i do a little costume designing. what do you do, kind sir?”

he wipes the sweat from his palms onto another, “i mean leo,” encapsulated as ever. maybe even a little nervous, “your name is leo.”

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Y’all. I need an ‘I’ve got no where to live, so I went to a fancy hotel pretending I’m rich & fancy AF, and pretended to be your wife in order to get the key to your room. But please don’t yell and kick me out when you see me laying in your bed with your robe on while watching pay per view on the TV and eating the mini bar snacks. But wait, this works out in your favor? Now I have to actually pretend to be your wife so your crazy mother will get off your back about marriage? As long as I get to keep all the clothes you buy me’ plot.

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areum's smile softened at the sound of his voice; exhausted maybe, but still managing to find the thread of playfulness that always made her job feel like more than just work. she looked up from the glitter-glued cosmos, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek with the back of her wrist, leaving a faint streak of dried glue behind like a badge of honor. "you're in luck," she said, glancing over at the little boy, who was now holding up his star-speckled masterpiece for inspection. "he said it was for you, something about space explorers needing inspiration." she stood, smoothing her pants out absentmindedly with ink-smudged fingers, her gaze lingered on levi for a beat longer than it needed to. and there was something unspoken in that way she looked at him - an acknowledgment of how often he showed up late, and how she never really minded. hen, tilting her head just slightly, her voice dropped into something a little more honest. she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she took in his energy - not quite smiling, but not hiding the curve at the corner of her mouth either. "long day?" she wondered, her voice soft.

he  could  still  feel  the  light  bounce  from  the  truck  as  he  drove  with  haste  and  annoyance.  the  station  had  been  relentless  ever  since  he  sent  in  his  pto.  he  needed  it.  his  son  was  growing  before  his  eyes  and  he  couldn't  stand  to  miss  anymore  time.  he  had  cut  corners  as  his  pace  in  walking  had  sped  up,  but  she  slowed  down  once  he  spotted  the  classroom  that  his  son  was  assigned  to.  areum  had  been  nothing  but  angelic  when  it  came  to  patience,  the  last  minute  messages  still  being  held  within  her  priorities  made  him  thankful.  "  im  so  sorry,  "  the  father  exhaled  when  he  caught  sight  of  the  teacher  and  his  son  in  the  state  of  peace.  foot  steps  dragged  as  he  had  gotten  closer  to  them,  "  i'm  jealous  that  you  got  to  see  the  artist  himself  work.  "  levi  replied  in  a  light  playful  serve  back  of  words.  "  looks  like  dad  owes  him  ice  cream.  late,  again.  "

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the woman let out a shaky breath, the corners of her mouth twitching in what might’ve been an almost-smile if it hadn’t looked so sad. “yeah, well. i wish i could take it back.” she didn’t mean the truth of it, just the way it hung in the air now - too heavy, too honest, too late, and more than anything impossible to ignore. she wrapped her arms around herself like a reflex, not for warmth, but protection. "this thing we’ve been doing...pretending we can just be cool, be friends? it’s not working, mitzi." her voice cracked at the edges, more tired than angry. "maybe it was never going to." she looked away, blinking hard. "it’s like- every time i see you, i get my hopes up. like we’ll go back to how we were. and each time we inevitably don’t, it hurts all over again." she paused, eyes on the floor now. it would be easier to just go back to the friendship they had before they truly loved each other, as that way she could at least keep the woman in her life, but maybe there was just too much time passed for that. finally, valerie's gaze pulled up to her ex's once more, expression raw. "maybe we need to stop talking. for real this time."

it was an off the cuff comment made to gain a semblance of control over the conversation — not something she expected valerie to agree to. now mitzi didn’t know what to do or even say. there was a silence that followed her ex-girlfriend’s words that seemed to stretch on and on, even if it lasted no more than a few seconds. when it felt like she was about to pull back from the conversation entirely mitzi forced herself to step forward, shaking her head. “it doesn’t make you pathetic,” she insisted softly, even if she wasn’t sure what it did make valerie. too honest, perhaps? “well you’ve said it now and i can’t ignore the fact that you have.”

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successfully quit my job, so as a reward to myself i'm gonna make this a starter call! give this post a ♡ and i'll queue you up a short starter! if no preference is mentioned, i'll use my wheel of muses to pick!

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it was hard not to think about her in the days that followed, those parting words echoing like the last line of a song stuck on loop. 'try not to miss me too much', as if she hadn’t already carved out a space in the back of his mind with the press of a folded napkin and a look over her shoulder that lingered longer than it should’ve. jesse hadn’t meant to check the door every time it opened, hadn’t meant to hope for a text that didn’t come; but when thursday rolled around, she was there in his thoughts like she’d never left them. he pulled up to her building just a minute early, headlights cutting across the sidewalk as he slid his car into park. rubbing the top of his head in an effort to calm himself, the man caught his reflection in the rearview and gave himself a look like: don’t screw this up. and then he was at her door, one hand tucked into his jacket pocket, the other lifting to knock. "so," he spoke smoothly once she opened the door, eyes scanning her with open admiration, "did surviving the week earn you that drink, or do we have to lose another trivia night first?"

amara's fingers skimmed over the napkin like it was something delicate, something dangerous — like she wasn't sure if she was going to pocket it or set it on fire just to see what would happen. her lips quirked as she looked up at him again, letting his words sit between them a moment longer than necessary. "celebrating?" she echoed, voice wrapping around the word with a breathy sort of amusement. "mm, not quite. more like… surviving." she leaned in just a fraction, just enough to match his earlier closeness, her tone turning syrupy and low. "but you know how it is — some days that feels just as worthy of a drink. or five." she tapped the napkin twice, folding it neatly and slipping it into her clutch like a promise she wasn't sure she'd keep. "thursday, then," she said, a little smile playing on her lips. "try not to miss me too much until then." with that, she slid off the barstool with a grace that defied the tequila in her system, casting one last look over her shoulder. "and jesse? try not to let anyone else win either."