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it's not a big deal. that's what rett tried to convince himself of. yet aster being so blasé about everything irked him in a way that grated his nerves. "you should always expect everything and nothing all at once." it was a little piece of his pessimism, unable to find any humor in this situation. "i can't say that i care," though he did. "i'm just a little surprised, i guess. i know nothing about you other than what your face looks like when you cum. you didn't seem like the hit it and quit it type though."

some small, hopeful part of her had thought he'd tell her not to worry about it. either because now wasn't the time or he genuinely didn't care. "no... no, can't say that i did expect to see you here..." she may have stayed otherwise. "i just thought it would be easier to not have to do all the awkward pleasantries of the morning after. didn't think it would be a big deal... or that you'd care."

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they were distinct opposites, juxtaposing men and not only in just their age. where xavier lived without regret, regret was a constant bitterness that stuck on the roof of brice's mouth, having to swallow it back every time that he dares to raise his voice and speak from his heart. a rarity, really. he's so accustomed to churning out the spiels that he has mesmerized by now as it relates to both his personal and professional life. his mouth clamped shut, accepting the vitriol thrown at him and swallowing it like poison. xavier had every right to act like he was doing, yet he was stunned into a silence. he tried to find spots where he could interject and wasn't able to do anything until xavier had spoke his piece. it was the least that he owed the younger man after all. "you...aren't wrong." that was a big admission in itself, his arms uncrossing but his fists clenching. as if he had to hold himself back from embracing xavier and assuring him of his affections. "i have...been taking advantage of you." that much could not be denied. "because i was fond of you, and what we could have when the doors are closed." but it wasn't fair to ask xavier to accept scraps. while xavier's voice dropped, his raised. "you mean...something to me. that much i cannot deny." though it still felt like he was a thief. "i have to take responsibility for all that has transpired. that is my job as your boss. i have for too long...acted too much like your lover, i fear. and that is not fair to you." no matter how he felt. "i don't know if it's appropriate or not to tell you i'm sorry...because what we've done, what we have....i don't regret a moment of it."

xavier didn't do regret. he didn't do guilt either, though he had to admit, watching brice stumble over his own words, flustered and torn, was nothing short of satisfying. the older man’s shame was palpable, and he would have been lying if he said he didn’t revel in it. "you really think i give a shit about any of that?" he asked, tone dripping with disbelief. "i can't imagine a couple of stolen moments in your office would be enough to bring down the whole goddamn empire," he scoffed, unimpressed. "or is it just getting too hard for you to keep up the act?" this song and dance weren't new; brice playing the role of the responsible one, the respectable one, the man who had something to lose. but xavier saw through it. he knew damn well that if brice had any real conviction, if he actually wanted to put an end to this, he would have done it long ago. instead, here he was, pretending this moral crisis was anything more than his own inability to resist. it continued to wear on his razor-thin patience. "so, is ending this what you want?" xavier threw back as he stood, head held high, challenging the authority. "'cause it kinda sounds like you're hoping i'll make that decision for you." he crossed his arms, moving closer. "like you're looking for an excuse." he shook his head. he wasn't about to make this easy, not for brice. "you don’t get to put this on me," he continued, his voice softer now, "you’re the one who started this, remember? you’re the one who let me in."

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Aimee Lou Wood as Chelsea in The White Lotus 3x02

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SEND ME “🎲“ OR “randomize” and I will put all of our muses into a random list generator to pair them up !

since you have SO many brilliant muses, i have gone ahead and bolded the generated pairs that i think we could make work but honestly all of them are brilliant!

piper - mikha brent - winifred shiloh - camille penelope - rett odessa - luke bow - nissa rosalie - kitae ingrid - serenity sean - juno eirinn - briar charlotte - jeb (jeb is meant for malia only ty!!!) natasha - cain astrid - mariama kayko - laia abel - eleanor sai - conrad eren - lorenzo arden - james talia - fox wyatt - whittaker callista - mick guinevere - minjae zeke - ramona nouel - isabella brice - cora

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SEND ME “🎲“ OR “randomize” and I will put all of our muses into a random list generator to pair them up !

i have bolded the ones that i think make the most Sense and could see plots for but i would be happy to do any of them!!

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having her gaze peer through him like she could see in the depths of his soul scares noeul. never before he has someone look at him in such a way. not without judgment. it's like he's being stripped bare, as if daiyu is accepting all of him. though she has not seen the real edges that scratch underneath his surface. her earnestly, her tears, the proclamation that seems to come so easy, noeul holds them close to his chest and tucks them for safekeeping. as there is nothing more sacred than this, nothing more honorable than having her trust. he holds it in his hand like the sacred thing that he is, holding her face just as preciously. "i will not let you down," the vows that makes are as sacred as the ones that he would make before any gods, "never again will you experience the kind of pain that you have suffered." his hands would never never cause her hurt, though he could make no promises otherwise. the man that he is stands as a double-edged sword, but the side that he touches her with is the soft, tender one. the lips that meet hers are soft and sweet, and he responds with equal delicacy, at first. he presses his lips firmly against hers, unable to stop the moan that breaks through him. this first kiss is something that has been long awaited, and he strokes her head gingerly before he applies more force between their mouths. firm and sure, he does not separate from her until he's breathless. "i'll show you a world you have never seen before." it's only then that his hands slip under the hem of her shirt, seeking all of soft and tender spots underneath.

eyes soften further when she gazes into his,  feeling as though she can see right into him.  right through him,  in this moment.  it's not often that he's given her this much,  yearning heart calling out to him with every steady beat.  swallows when his words strike a deep chord,  cheek leaning tenderly into the careful touch he provides,  trying to prove to him that it's okay,  she won't break.  “  yes.  ”  whispered answer is a simple one out loud but carries so much in weight,  something they both understand.  “  noeul,  i have been yours,  ”  the tears that begin to well up in response are not born from sadness;  softest of smiles forming upon lips while heart blooms ten times over in her chest.  “  there is no person on this earth that i trust more than you—  ”  daiyu's been breaching into his space more and more all the while,  “  no one i feel more secure with.  ”  how can it be anyone else when he's accepted her fully from the moment they met?  when he's never once made her feel less than,  doesn't make her feel small,  like an other due to her past? words no longer feel like enough to express what she wishes to,  allowing herself to finally make the move she's been dreaming of.  there's a tentative brush of her lips against the skin of his cheek,  preparing him,  before head tilts just so,  making room for soft mouth to connect with his — tender and certain.

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"i would have thought the aftermath should be the best part." but what did cain know? he was used to only fighting for the best. he had reached the pinnacle of his career in winning an oscar, and then he had turned his sights elsewhere. it's similar to how he had cut the dessert out of this meal. his hands circle around jiyhe's. "what i want...pales in comparison to what you are after." he refrains to saying it's what she wants, as he's not sure that's the right word to use. "i can take you home, but i feel that my offer needs more sugar on top..." he pivots from what he had just said. "so how about we first go to a rooftop bar?" he names the spot that only the a-listers can get into.

"well, isn't the chase the most exciting part?" head cants to the side in curiosity, keeping him on his toes because she's unsure if he's being sincere or the two of them are just pushing and pushing until the other cracks. "oh?" it's something she's so incredibly used to, men being ridiculously forward with her and yet for some reason when it comes from cain it takes her a minute to respond. "is that what you want?" leans forward, hands reaching out atop the table for his own as eyes bore deep into his own. "i'll come home with you." speaks almost softly, fully calling his bluff.

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"okay, so i know my portion of the rent is supposed to come from my know-how to fix all the maintenance issues." and that had really been due to jeb refusing to take advantage of malia's kindness, though he felt like he was doing that regardless of what he might be able to offer around the home. "but i have to admit i may be out of my depths with this one...the shower faucet is leaving me stumped. i don't know why the water remains cold..." he had checked everything he could think of, even relied on google and all of his options had resulted in no change. "the last resort is to buy a new water heater. i could do that..." he was making chump change at his part-time job bartending at a dive bar. one of the few places that he would hire him with his record.

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"and we both know that i wouldn't ask her to." it's the only commendation that he was willing to offer, because brice would not do anything with rachel that he had done with xavier. though he then did falter, sputtering, "rachel, i mean. my wife does not need to come into this conversation." the fact that he was in a failing marriage was a low blow, but he could not blame the younger man for throwing that dart all the same. he was the one that was doing wrong, after all. he bit his tongue, drawing blood, mulling on what he should saw next as he looked at his shoes in shame. "that's not what i want," the protest cut through the air, "i don't want to act like this, like you, are nothing. but we have to maintain some semblance of decency." he could not give xavier everything, as much as he wished to. "we can't let what we are doing cause the business to sink. if that were to happen...we would have to end it..." he chewed on his bleeding tongue. "or is that what you want?"

xavier's eyes narrowed at brice's words, a familiar heat rising to his cheeks. the mere suggestion that brice would speak to his secretary—or anyone else—the way he spoke to xavier made his blood boil. "please. we both know rachel couldn't handle you the way i do." he let his gaze drift to the wedding ring on brice's finger, then back up to meet his eyes. "neither can your wife, apparently." the dig was cruel, and he knew it, but part of him relished it. that ring had never bothered him before. in fact, it had made their encounters more exciting. the forbidden nature of it all. "lemme guess—you wanna act like this don’t mean anything? like i’m just some thorn in your side? fine." he exhaled sharply, shaking his head like he almost pitied him. "but you and i both know that’s bullshit."

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"oh, come on, you couldn't have expected anything else from me!" james was a bleeding heart romantic, after all. and all that she wanted for jules was for her to have a happy ending that rivaled those that were seen in fairy tales. it was not her friend's fault that james' heart had been set on their happy ending. her cowardice had kept her from ever confessing, and now she was reaping the consequences of that. all she could do was continue to smile through everything, no matter how every word uttered was another stab to her heart. "come on, whenever have you been traditional?" since the proposal too had felt so left-field. "there's nothing that you have to do other than be happy in this moment! and i am honored that you want me to be part of it!" she reached forward to grab both of jules' hands, the bump of her engagement ring yet another stab. "i would be honored to be your maid of honour! of course i'll do it."

"that's so fucking cheesy, james, of course you would put it that way!" though, despite the diverted way of accepting the compliment, jules actually felt her cheeks turn red. james was the singular person who mattered the most to her in this world, so to receive her praise, she knew she'd made the right decision. "shit. i didn't even think about all of the things i have to do now," so much responsibility for some stability, "obviously, my sister has to be in the bridal party. god knows what she will have to say about all of this... am i supposed to do this in a more formal way? i know people usually do elaborate gifts or something, but i also want to ask you to be my maid of honour right away. is that too taboo?"

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"yeah, about the other night..." rett woudl let asher continue where she had started. "tell me about that. since i doubt that you expected that you would see me ever again, let alone in this setting." it came across as ridicule, yet he felt no victory about it. he had felt embarrassed that she had gone as she had.

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muse: aster caldera. twenty two. bartender at a high end club.

plot found in source.

the last person she had expected to see was the very same who she had snuck out on just a few nights ago. "so, uhm... about the other night." she started once it was just them at the table.

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"do you think the word please is the equivalent of rubbing a genie lap?" though sean could not deny that rosalie going that far meant that she was serious. another fry plopped into his mouth, chewing on the potato like he was chewing on her plea. it was only after he swallowed that he answered. "but i do have to say...please is the magic word for this genie...i think i can manage to do this for you. but you have to know i'm not an actor, so i hope that i'm not going to be asked too many questions."

"i said please!" rosalie huffed out in frustration. "look... i just need a date for the wedding this weekend. i'll literally do whatever you want to make it up to you." she had marked the plus one months ago, long before she and her now ex had broken up. it was going to be one of the first times she brought a guy around her family. now showing up alone would be embarrassing. "please sean."

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"a wind up doll? i am small enough to be doll-like," she quipped back, not missing a beat. she expected lucy's ire and doesn't blink an eye when she was faced with such criticism. "but if all you're looking for is the equivalent of a sex balloon, then you may as well just stick to your vibrator." could mikha offer more than that? she would claim as much, but the truth remained to be seen. all she could be was titillating. "i would have thought you'd be more interested in a partner that had, like, some sort of fight. that could respond to what you like and drive it home. but if you are the kind of person that's more into auto-pilot, fine. all i'm doing is generously offering my services, but the offer expires tonight."

lucy just rolled her eyes. “when there’s no noise coming from it, maybe.” but their friends were in the next too and there was no fucking way that lucy would admit that she had anything to do with mikha. after they all went to bed? probably another different story. “mik. just because i use my vibrator like, every other night, doesn’t mean i want it to talk to me. sometimes, i wish you were, like, a wind up doll.” however, the idea sort of freaked her out and she grimaced. obviously she didn’t deny it, because lucy would much rather have her hands on her than using any sort of toy. which is why she stopped bringing one on these trips they took. “you’re so fucking annoying.” but she was eyeing the door to her bedroom pretty obviously.

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their pinched expression starts to smooth as soon as the man walks away, and kayko exhales the breath that they had been holding, a tightness unweaving in their chest. "oh, no! please don't apologize!" she assures, reaching forward and squeezing hana's arm gratefully. "you did me a favor and you didn't have to..." they remove their hand, flushing as they tuck their hair behind their ear. "i'm fine. because of you. i really owe you a thank you...what were you drinking? please at least let me buy you your next round."

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it doesn't take much longer for the guy to give them some space and hana lets out a laugh at him. she turns to face the stranger now, sliding into the empty seat at the bar the man once was in. "sorry if i overstepped but it looked like you could use some help." a soft, reassuring smile graces her features. if the other wanted hana to fuck off right then and there she would. her work was already done. "you okay?"

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angie's voice and accent was like a siren song. abel could not help but move toward it, and be attracted to everything that she not only said but did. "coming!" he called from across the house, making his presence known as he came into the dining room. all he could do was swallow the thick lump that came to his throat at the sight of her. while she was half-ready in reality, to him she looked breath-taking. in the most truest of senses since the oxygen caught in his throat, especially when she grabbed him. a flush spread across his cheeks, as pink as her robe, and all he could do was scratch his cheeks. "a plumber would have made you wait and could have totally cheated you with his price tag!" whereas abel did it all for free. having her company was more than enough, though he did not dare for ask for any more than that. angela deserved more, arguably, than what he could give. "you just so happened to move into the right home, that's all!" it was happenstance that he lived next door.

he peeled himself away from her diligently, rummaging under the sink and getting what he needed to go through the motions. the garbage disposal would be fixed in a matter of minutes, yet he lingered there near the pipes. all he could do was listen to angie relay what her night entailed. eventually, he did come out and face her once more. he surveyed the options that she showcased, wishing that he wasn't so grimy. it's a stark contrast to how he imagined her date would look. "i can help you pick a dress, sure. i have no doubts that both will be stunning, but i'm here for you...as a guy." was that all he was? that's all he could hope to be, really, though he truly, sincerely had no doubt she would look stunning in anything. "let's throw ourselves a mini fashion show, eh? i'm ready for whatever you've got."

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"they are sexist and ageist." jeb couldn't deny the accusations. he had heard everything from the mules that were under him. "they know that you were thrust into this, and that you're young." and small, though he held back that commentary. "what you need to do..." he was speaking too frankly, and maybe that said that he too wondered how well lux could lead. "is show people that things will improve from here. show them that young means innovative or some shit. what we're doing? it's been fuckin' archaic." a cigarette plopped into his mouth, lighting it up and dragging it. "you wanna lead? show them," us, "that you have new ideas."

"well, that is a good start since everything went to fucking shit so it feels like i am starting over. the message? fuck if i know. tell everyone to stop being so fucking sexist." people didn't trust it. she got that. they had their reasons and they were all valid. still pissed her off, though. "i have everything under control, obviously. i don't get why people won't fucking trust me."