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Joseph smiled, his head tilting to the side. He often wondered why it all fell apart. How it all fell apart. He remembered his father, the shock on his face when Joseph had told him that he and Lucia were over. Both his parents were shocked, exclaiming that their son was so in love. So what happened? Well, Joseph chalked it up to the fame and their respective jobs taking all their time. Never having time to talk, not spending as much time together as they used to. That alone caused arguments, until it was all over.
"Thank you." Joseph spoke softly. He loved her still, he always would. Over the last three years, he thought of reaching out, but never did. He needed her approval, her support. Even when they parted ways, he could sense her having his back and he hoped she felt the same.
"You flatter me." Joseph placed his hand on his chest in dramatic fashion. "I know...and I'm really proud of you too. This could be something great, for the both of us." The director already had the rest of the crew in mind, and most were already hired. "We're thinking of starting shooting in two weeks, but we're still coming together to discuss everything. As the lead actress, I would like you to join us at the next table read." // Cont from here - @jawbrkrs
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"It's nothing. I never got to say thank you properly for helping me with my bags." Juliet exclaimed, her hands nervously coming together in front of her. She was glad he accepted her gift, a certain warmth spread across her chest. Juliet tried to remain subtle and respectful, but she could not help her gaze dropping every few seconds on his toned torso.
Juliet nodded. "Of course. I would love to." Her eyes fell on the ball of fur nuzzling against his leg. Juliet gasped, eyes going wide at the sight of the kitten. "Is that your cat?" Juliet questioned as she took a step forward and into his apartment. The dark haired woman crouched down, hand reaching out for the feline to sniff. The cat was the cutest little thing she had ever seen. If they were to do this again, Juliet made a mental note to bring treats for the little one.
"Also be very careful with that, it is very hot." The Englishwoman advised, before starting to take her boots off. She placed them neatly off to the side. She straightened out on her two feet, eyes still on the bright orange feline. "I never pegged you for a cat man, I must say." Juliet would think him more of a dog man by physical appearance alone, but the saying 'don't judge a book by it's cover' was very true. "I can add it to the plates, if you want me to.
𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝟐𝟒 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 to say oz was beyond tired , but if you asked him would he trade it for the world the answer was simple ... no. he could easily don the mantle of a workaholic, his working hours outpacing the time spent in his own apartment. childless and unattached, he poured every ounce of his energy into his profession, and he was damn good at it. the down side was no one to come home to ... save for his little feline companion, blaze. a memento from one of his assignments the previous year that somehow became a permanent fixture in his life.
the highlight of his night was cleansing the grime of the day. his ritual was as predictable as clockwork - discard shoes at the entrance, feed the kitten who seemed to eat like a lion, then indulge in a shower until the water turned cold enough to form goosebumps. what wasn't part of the routine was the unexpected knock on his door as he quickly toweled the last bit of moisture from his hair. his bare feet padded shuffled against the hardwood floors as he hastily donned a pair of sweat paints, wholly unprepared to find his next-door neighbor on the other side of the door. he couldn't remember ever hearing her stir so late at night. " uh — hi. " his tough exterior didn't seem the type to stumble over words and yet ... " oh uh , this is so nice of you. you didn't have to do this. " from the smell alone he would be an idiot to turn down the plate , but from her smile he'd be an even bigger idiot to not invite her inside. " I realize its late , but thise seems like enough for two. would you want to join me? " he angled his body just enough to create an inviting space for her to enter, while blaze nuzzled against his leg clearly wanting to be the center of attention.
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Beatriz shook her head. "Well, you're smart. And you know I could never really hide anything from you." Beatriz's nonchalant attitude towards this man's death should've been concerning, but in the world they lived in it was necessary. Beatriz was not worried about his death, or the repercussions of it. But she did care about what Andrea thought of her now. The look in her eye, it was painful. Staring at Beatriz like she was some sort of animal, some sort of...monster.
"I do not run your life, Andrea. I am just trying to help." The dark haired woman countered. "He would've hurt you, I just wanted to stop him before he got the chance." Her cold front started to crumble. Beatriz swallowed the lump of nerves in her throat.
and who's good for me? you?
That stung deep. Perhaps her years in the business had warped her sense of justice, and her moral compass to a degree. It had shaped Beatriz from the kind and soft little girl, to a rather cold and (at times) terrifyingly cruel woman. "Don't say that..." Beatriz shook her head. "Please, Andrea. All I did was to protect you...because I love you."
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 ran through her mind at least a million times , but this was the feather that tipped the scales. " and what makes you so sure? i figured it out didn't i ? what makes you think no one else will ? " the chances were slim but andrea despised the constant ember of concern she had for a woman she should want no parts of. the sheer amusement only earned a scoff from her lips. the untouchable attitude she now donned was unrecognizable. " so what ? you run my life now ? because you don't like him for me you kill him ? " not that she ever cared for him , there wasn't an once of remorse , he was more than a deserving candidate for his fate. but all her life everyone made decisions for her , and now beatriz was no different than the rest. she was a far cry from the girl she had grown up with. " and who's good for me ? you ? " she interpreted the other's actions as a challenge, prompting her to close the distance as well. once upon a time she would have dropped everything for her , and now ... " I don't even know who you are anymore. "
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Food had a certain way of bringing people together. The blend of flavors, the aromas and the spices that felt you craving more and more. Juliet moved with the precision of an amateur, but no one could deny that her dishes were good. Cooking got her mind off most things, most stressful thoughts she had. The more she cut the vegetables, it felt like she was taking out all her anxiety.
The brunette was making a special dinner tonight though. Lasagna, with garlic bread and a small salad. A meal meant for two, the other being her neighbor across the hall. Oz, that was his name. A man kind enough to help Juliet out when she first moved in, and kind enough ever since. To him, and to the rest of her neighborhood, she was Julie. Julie, the secretary.
Though their interactions were few and far between, she never felt she properly returned the kindness. Juliet wrapped everything up, and walked out of her apartment.
She looked at her watch, it was 11 pm. From what she observed, he usually got back around this time. A knock on the door followed, and Juliet waited with a steaming plate in her hands. "Hi." Juliet greeted, but stuttered when met with a rather shocking sight. "Sorry, I didn't know you were showering. Just wanted to give you this." // @jawbrkrs
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Andrea's visit was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Beatriz dreamed of the day she would see her again, to be able to hold the woman in her arms. This, while not as she envisioned, was a dream come true. "If I what? Got caught?" Beatriz questioned, tone indicating some sort of amusement. The dark haired woman smiled. "Your concern is endearing, but I won't get caught any time soon." She made sure of it. Everything about the scene screamed 'accident'. A simple overdose. Beatriz was lucky that the man in question was a heavy drug user, otherwise her plan would be much more difficult to pull off.
"Andrea, my love..." Beatriz took a step closer, still maintaining a distance between them. "I did it for you. That man was...trash. HE was no good for you."
" you killed him , didn't you. " 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , not a question because there wasn't a doubt in her mind. even so , brown eyes carefully watched her facial expressions , not wanting to miss even the slightest hint of truth etched in her face. " do you realize what you've done? the danger you could be in if — " the though of finishing the sentence made her stomach churn like a whirlpool. they hadn't spoken in years and here they were ... their first encounter — showing at her door step at 3AM. things had finally reached the brim. @archxngxl
#tw drugs mention#tw overdose mention#muse: beatriz giordano#thread: beatriz and andrea#I AM LOSING IT THANK U
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Susie Glass - The Gentlemen, S01E06
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"A bit of a headache, but it's leaving." Alice answered truthfully. The headache was situated over her nose and between her eyes, which was usually where she got them. Alice shook her head. "Nope." It was the only answer that left her lips. Alice hadn't lived with anyone since college. She had no one to go to, no one to come pick her up from the hospital. In simple words, she was alone. Completely alone. The need to lie, to make up some sort of happy family on the spot was heavy, but Alice did not let the lies pass.
She could deal with any pity she was given, she could handle it. "I can take care of myself just fine, so I wouldn't worry." The woman took another bite of her food, downing it with water before she was officially done. "The ghosts might take care of me." Alice joked, hoping the doctor would find her joke funny.
"For how long am I supposed to be here, exactly?"
"Sounds like Emma through and through." He commented, giving another nod when the woman before him pointed how people like Emma were hard to find. "No, you don't. Emma's probably the only person who never gave me shit for the shit I say." She never judged his harsh truths and even back him up with people who thought he was an obnoxious asshole. Even though he could be an obnoxious asshole. The only time his friend had tried to shut him up was at the dinner where he met Alice.
The realization hit him as a bucket of cold water- he hadn't apologized to Emma for his attitude, it was obvious she had been annoyed because he annoyed Alice and yet he brushed it off like he did most things that weren't related to his job. "I will." It was a foreign concept but he'd do it for Emma.
He grabbed the orange and started peeling for her, graceful surgeon fingers. "How are you feeling? Headache? Dizziness, nausea? You still have some time left here before you're cleared." Beau looked at her through eyelashes. "Do you live with someone who can watch you over?" He didn't remember her hinting she had a partner over the dinner so maybe it'd be better for her to rest at home with someone checking on her instead of staying at the hospital with doctors.
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"We knew...we both knew..." Despite being the son that was always wanted, Vincenzo was too seen as a nuisance by their mother. But the twins knew that their mother loved them, in her own twisted way. Her cold nature cracked time to time, and her love was shown in subtle ways. She always spoke to the twins in Italian, their mother tongue a unifying bridge between them. Their mother defended them in front of their father. Laura remembered so clearly one night, she could not sleep. She heard her parents arguing, her mother screaming at her father.
You will not send my daughter to be married to that fuck!
Laura cried that night, but her mother pretended to not know what she was talking about when she asked. "She's been gone for....8 years I wanna say..." Laura wiped away her tears. "She's wasn't always cold...she loved me, I know that. She loved me the only way she knew how." Laura laughed then, it was a warm laugh from deep in her chest. Tears were wiped away, another cigarette burned. She would do this next year too, cry over her mother and what could've been had she had a choice.
"She had her reasons for being the way she was. I do not blame her...not anymore..."
Gabriel brushed her off. They were never close, and he was far too young to really remember much. His mother had been his rock and his best friend. She still was, but since infiltrating Laura's family he had to cease contact with her. No one could find out. Now, all he could think about was how much she'd love Laura. It could never happen.
He took a long drag of his cigarette, watching the smoke curl up towards the night sky. There was a heaviness in his chest as Laura explained her own mother to him. An arm wrapped tighter around her. He couldn't even begin to imagine what life had been like without the love of her own mother. It was obvious in her voice how much she adored her mother. A cold heart would've pushed the average person out, but Gabriel already knew Laura was far from that. Fingers brushed her hair behind her ear. "You really loved her. I can tell."
"I can't imagine how it was growing up like that. Did you know when you were young why she was like that towards you?" At least there was a reason for her mother's distance. "How long has she been gone for?"
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Dominic needed to get home and change. The deal had gone south, and some blows were exchanged. Now, his men dealt with some bodies and Dominic had to find a way to not be pissed off. He was so angry that he left burn marks for footprints. You see, dealers can tell if you've been skimming off the top or trying to give them anything other than the agreed amount. A good dealer, anyway. These two tried to slip past Dominic's system, and he caught them like a rat trap. The blonde sighed as the sweat covered shirt finally left his back. He needed a shower too. Dominic had stepped into the house with no acknowledgment of the others living in it. He knew his son was asleep at this time of day, but Caitriona was nowhere in sight.
He showered quickly in his bedroom, getting all the dirt and dust off. The hot water scorched his skin, but he could not care less. Before he knew it, Caitriona was in the room and he had no time to cover himself. "It's alright, darlin." Quickly, Dominic grabbed a towel and wrapped his waist. His hair was still wet, with droplets of water falling off blonde strands. "It's alright, shit happens." The blonde did not want to admit the feeling that was brewing in his stomach right now.
Blood rushed quickly, a certain need arose within him. Dominic had not kissed her in a while, either too busy or still too angry with her to do it. But now, that's all he wanted to do. "Put that down." Dominic grabbed her chin, making her look up at him. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. "Can I kiss you?"
Since telling Dominic about Jude and moving in with him, Caitriona had tried to be respectful and keep her distance. Their son was, luckily, the most easiest baby to please; eat, sleep, eat, new diaper, eat, cuddle, and repeat. It helped her keep a schedule in Dom's house of cleaning up after themselves, cooking, doing yard work. In Jude's time asleep Mo was doing what he'd asked of her, like learning to use a gun or things he'd mentioned, like watching YouTube videos for self-defense. She'd decided to do the laundry, putting on her headphones because Jude had only just gone down for a nap and the new monitor Dominic had purchased alerted on their phones when the baby woke up. Since he had kept strange hours for work and she had stopped asking him when he'd be back, making a habit of packing meals and leaving leftovers tidy in the fridge, Mo, not hearing him come home when she was putting Jude down didn't hesitate to walk into his bedroom. The basket in her hand fell loudly to the ground- along with her jaw.
Sure, she'd seen Dominic naked before, but it had been some time and the thoughts she'd had about him didn't do the reality justice. Her mouth went dry as she fell to her knees and started throwing the dirty clothes back in the basket. "I'm so sorry, Dom." Caitriona pulled the headphones out and kept picking up the tiny clothes and tinier socks, while having no self control and still glancing at him. Her dry mouth then watering as she wondered if his muscles were always so defined. Clearing her throat she whispered, "I was just coming to get your laundry. I didn't realize you were back."
for @archxngxl based on 🙅♂️ from ask meme 10
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Normally, Cleo was always on time. But things got in the way, and she found herself still not ready. In her apartment, with her silk robe over her shoulders, she let down her dry hair from the loose pony tail she had it in.
Cleo didn't bother checking the door when she entered the room, it simply went over her head. The brunette let the robe slip pass her shoulders, unaware she was giving her date a whole show. Her hands quickly covered her breasts. Though she was quiet embarrassed, it was not in Cleo's character to hide away. A small smile danced on her lips, giving back to her date's playful energy. She was far away that he could not see her fully. With her back still turned to him, she gave a playful look over her shoulder.
"Things are better admired up close." The dark haired woman exclaimed, before moving to the side and her reflection completely disappearing from the mirror. A minute later, she emerged again. She stopped midway, standing the door frame of her room and the living room. The lighting was warm, not dark enough to not see anything, but also just enough to give some subtlety. Cleo wanted him to make a move, to touch her first. She stood there, without as much as a word leaving her soft lips.
Octavius had done his fair share of getting to know Cleo, but when it came to anything physical, even when he was checking in on her, he'd always granted her some privacy. Still, he knew that she had to be just as physically beautiful as she had proven to be on the inside. He was glad that she'd agreed to let him take her out and was even amused to come pick her up to find that she was in a robe and still not ready. "I promise, Cariña, you could be wearing a paper bag and I'd still simply be glad to be getting some more time with you."
He laughed and watched her scamper off to her room, taking a seat on the sofa and spreading his arms across the back. His head turned, following her only to see that her door wasn't completely closed. Tavi hadn't thought much of it until he looked away and caught sight of her in a mirror in the corner of the room, angled to her bedroom door. The robe slipped away, giving him a clear view of every curve of her body. "Damn." Tavi hadn't even realized he'd said it until their eyes met. He licked his lips and held her gaze. "Well I'm not going to apologize for admiring a beautiful woman." If anything he now had no desire to go to dinner anymore.
for @archxngxl based on 😍 from ask meme 10
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"Got it." Cleo was familiar with the level of secrecy her world had, so she never questioned it. Hell, she was known by a few different names in a few different places. She nodded along to what he was saying, before realizing something. Despite their good conversation, and obviously good chemistry, Cleo was sitting next to someone very dangerous. He took out Simon just like that, without blinking an eye. Like the man was a bug under his boot. It was true that Simon was no man to miss, but still...the coldness of it, the precision. It scared her as well as intrigued her.
"I guess it's expected. Different places require different adaptation." Cleo took the last few sips of her drink, her brown eyes now falling over the walls of the room. The woman leaned against her chair, head slightly tilting to the back. "I miss home sometimes, but then again, I'd rather be anywhere." Cleo held her home in a special place in her heart, but there was such pain tied to it she could barely look at it.
"Do you miss home, Tavi?" Cleo asked, and that would probably be the last wholesome question of this conversation. Her aim was to understand this man, as much as she could!
"No, Cariña, you can call me my name any time it's just us. If we're around other people, though, I'd prefer that you'd call me Tavi or O. It would be safer for you that way." Anyone in the High Table that knows who a mercenary cared about was just creating a risk. Octavius had been meticulous at keeping those doors closed. Playfully pressing his thumb to the space on her forehead between Cleo's eyebrows. "I can see the gears turning. Just ask whatever's going on in there."
His lip twitched into a smile when Cleo started sharing parts of herself. Research was often a part of the job, but there was something about her that made it feel intrusive and, luckily, not knowing hadn't been a detriment to either hit- necessarily. "I'm from Mexico. Been to Miami enough to know that despite its larger Latin population it's somehow very few of us. Lots of Cubans, Colombians, and Venezuelans. The dialects are very different from what you'll get in California, Texas, and Arizona."
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Muse: Ashley Winters, 23, Heterosexual, Superhuman, Sophie Thatcher
Open to: M
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Summary: Based on this (The Suicide Squad Point) - Ashley and Y/M have both been imprisoned for the last few years, until they are released on the condition of working on a mission. Ashley and Y/M don't particularly like each other, but are forced to team up.
Ashley has water / ice powers, similar to water bending but more like Subzero or Mister Freeze! DC and Marvel inspired!
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"Rise and shine, shit bags!"
The booming voice of the guard rang through the facility. Ashley groaned in her cell, rubbing her eyes open. When she tried to look at the time, she was quickly yanked out of her cell. "Hey!" The blonde shouted, but two guards had their hands around her arms, and before she knew it she was cuffed. Ashley tried to break free from the guards grip, but every time she did, she was sure their grip only got tighter. That's gonna bruise. Ashley thought to herself.
They threw Ashley in a room, the blonde fell on her bottom. She hissed, since the ground was made of nothing but concrete. Her eyes scanned the room, before they fell on a familiar face. "You too?"
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Muse: Joseph Mensah, 32, Bisexual, Director, Kofi Siriboe
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Summary: Joseph is looking to make his Magnum Opus, and there is only one person he trusts enough to help him with it. Y/M. Gimme slow burn, gimme two people working together, gimme hidden feelings maybe! Y/M could be a screenwriter, a producer, an actor, a composer etc!
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"I need you with me." The man simply said, his expression true and forthcoming. Joseph spent the last few weeks building the perfect team, the perfect unit to create what could very well be the milestone of his career. But he felt there was something missing. Once he finally figured out what it was, he knew what he needed to do. And here he was now, sitting across from the only other person he needed, enjoying a nice drink in the summer afternoon.
"I really think this could be something great. Greater than it's ever been...but I need you on board."
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Muse: Joanna Hendrix, 23 - 24, Pansexual, Lead singer of the band 'The Cardinals' / Solo Artist , Yandeh Salah
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Summary: Y/M is a journalist, tasked with spending a whole month with an critically acclaimed singer, Joanna Hendrix. Y/M and Joanna could be exes, former high school sweethearts, childhood friends, former rivals etc. Gimme slowburn, gimme the stress of fame, gimme the slow trust building!!!!
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"So how is this supposed to work?" Joanna questioned. "You're just gonna follow me around for a month, documenting everything I do and say?" The singer had her reservations about this project, especially with the journalist her manager apparently chose. "If we're gonna do this, I need to know everything."
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going to post some new open starters! drafts are mostly done and will be posted soon as well!
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