so honey, sing

miguel knew his way around a bar fight and then some. it made it easier for him to take care of the creep easily. though he could have guessed that the man had been drunk and that worked in his favor. but it didn’t matter now as his focus was back on the raven haired woman. he figured he’d probably startled her, coming out of nowhere and pretty much starting a fight. hence why he’d apologized in the first place. “probably not,” miguel shook his head. “pendejos like that rarely get the hint - unless it’s knocked into ‘em.” it was an unfortunate scene he’d witnessed too many times for his own liking. despite being a biker, despite his rough around the edges exterior, it was the one thing he wouldn’t stand for.

he laughed though as she turned the question back on him. shrugging, he wiped his face with his non busted hand. not surprised his lip was still bleeding. “i’ve been hit worse,” he shrugged it off, looking at his knuckles. “might’ve broken a few knuckles, but it’s all good. that shit’ll heal.”

callie has seen a fight or two or twenty in her life, but she’s always been the girlfriend sitting in the car - staying back and away from the violence and patching up afterwards. jail had been different, of course, but the whole thing still made her nerves stutter and jump, much like her heart still pounding away at her rib cage. “you’re not wrong,” she says with a small still flustered laugh. “lucky for me i had you to provide the hint.” it’s an awkward, nervous kind of joke as she tries to get herself calmed down.

       . ✧ . * . ˚  GOOD FUCKING GRIEF  ,  thomas did his best to hold back an exasperated groan.  he’d been in the force for long enough to have seen this before , he’d even say that he respected the route she took.  he reached forward for the folder and flipped it open , yawning as he thumbed through the pages of this , mariposa hernandez : brought in countless times but never doing time in a cell.  granted , everything listed was rather petty — nothing short of a violent thief and a misunderstood soul. 

       he noted her sarcasm , the thick layer of protection she had after all these years of getting what she wants — as it were.  “  go on , get it all out.  ”  he spoke as though he were bored , after all he really was bored.  mariposa was nothing new to him , thomas nam : the seasoned detective that’s been subject to nearly becoming a victim of a serial killer , a man who’s been abandoned in the forest and tied to a trunk for three days before he was found.  people didn’t go to these extreme measures  —  even if it were petty stealing or something as harmful as assault — unless they felt as though they were  RIGHT.  to her , clearly — everyone else must be wrong. 

       “  throw your temper tantrum and tell me why you’re above the law.  when you’re done , i’ll get you a juice box.  and then ——  ”

       his voice  ,  it had gone from monotonous to deeply grave.  he flipped the page to look at photos  ,  his stomach tightened and he closed the file — keeping it in his lap as he looked up at mariposa.  disgust ran through him as he thought back to the countless victims he’s seen — STRIPPED from their lives and treated like numbers.  he craved the taste of a cigarette  :  the taste of an old habit always accompanied his worst memories.  and to think , did she really believe she was above the law — doing it all for the greater good?  

      detective nam was known to hate the system , to be the one to fight the system that he had been struggling with all his life.  penetrating the dark pit of criminal justice and rising through the ranks without sucking up to a single grubby leech , no — thomas nam had morals.  morals he vowed to keep.  just like the law that he vowed to protect. 

      “ —— then we can talk about why you were spotted at the crime scene two hours prior to the murder of a seven year old girl, eight year old boy, and their single mother. ”

posie grew up knowing what it was like to miss meals so her younger siblings could eat, knowing the sound of gunshots echoing against the concrete, knowing that injustices would happen every single day no matter what she did and knowing beyond a doubt that the last people she could trust were the men with the shiny badges. everything she’s ever knows has taught her to hate the law and those who pretend to enforce it; the assholes playing cops and robbers over the corpses of the disadvantaged people they were supposed to protect. 

that’s why she doesn’t take this investigation seriously. she walked in that door knowing damn well that there wouldn’t be any justice served no matter what she did. if she says she did it ( a lie that everyone in the damn precinct should know is true ) then they get another star on the good noodle board and she rots in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. if she says she didn’t do it, they’ve interrogate her for hours and maybe turn off a camera or two to coerce a confession out of her. she’s seen it before and she’s sure she’ll see it again, but she’s not about to break anytime soon. 

it’s not until he brings up the details of the case that her cocky smile fades into a glare, anger directly a lot further than just some idiotic investigator in the room with her. “sure, let’s talk about it,” she hums, but it’s more of a metal on metal grind than a purr this time. “julia, mary and danny were sweethearts. just the most precious little things; i personally delivered their groceries twice a month when julia couldn’t because of work. such a shame when her husband got sick a few years ago, leaving her all alone with two kids and a dog. poor fucking dog too, right? your idiot cops stuck him in a pound instead of finding the home of a friend and now he’s suffering too. but hey, you guys love sticking anything behind bars right?”

open: f. based: this plot.

As much as he was an asshole, there was some things that Miguel couldn’t look away from. Like now, at the bar. A few spaces down some idiot was trying and mostly failing to flirt with a woman. It wasn’t his business, so he’d tried to ignore it. But, he’d clocked the uncomfortable look on the woman’s face, that was enough for him. With his long strides, it didn’t take long to approach them and protectively sliding close to the woman. “This idiot bothering you, babe?” he asked, looking at the woman. The guy ended up swinging at him, getting in a lucky shot until Miguel returned the favor. He’d busted his knuckles on the man’s nose and he felt his own lip bleeding, but after that shot, the man had staggered off. His attention now went to the woman. “Sorry about that shit,” he shrugged. “Just can’t stand idiots like that, always bothering someone and not taking the hint.” He paused. “You good?”

bars aren’t exactly callie’s scene and she knows it shows despite her best efforts, so maybe that’s why the creepy guy sidles up to her and lays it on thick. as much as she wants to say something clever and cocky and cool, all she can manage is awkward little mhmms and no thank yous while she tries to smother the urge to melt into the bar stool. her eyes flick around the bar, looking for an out when another stranger shows up and for a moment she’s even more nervous before he reveals his intentions. before she can answer his question, however, the brief fight starts and she barely stifles a yelp as she jumps up off the stool and takes a step back. it’s over before she can do much and the creep sulks off to nurse his wounds, leaving her with her hands buried in her coat pockets to hide the shaking.

· 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊 — detective thomas nam · 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔 — anyone! · 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 — your muse is either innocent  or  has done something that is pertinent to a case  or  has information that is also crucial to the case. · 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙 — your muse has been stuck in the interrogation room for 4 hours. and at the last minute, thomas been tasked to interrogate your muse with a time limit of another 4 hours. up to you if you want your muse to talk and admit to something, be adamant that they don’t know anything, stay quiet, go berserk, literally up to you! we can even plot something out so that it’s more in depth just hmu!

        . ✧ . * . ˚  HE RUBBED THE CORNERS OF HIS EYES  and leaned against the table and stifled a yawn before finally opening his eyes and looking at the head detective of the case.  with the one-way mirror behind him , thomas did not pay heed to the person sitting at the metal table.  it was nearing seven in the morning and he had been up for nearly nineteen hours so far , what was another four?  he held onto the manila folder with a loose grip and yawned as he walked into the interrogation room. 

       “  g’morning,  i’m detective nam.  ”  he tossed the folder onto the metal table and took his seat across from the other.  “  i’ve been ordered to ask you if you want room service? eggs over easy? toast? you like pumpernickel?  ”

        thomas ran his hands through his hair, long strands that were overdue for a cut that was over his budget.  once his fingers reached the back of his head , he laced them together and simply got comfortable , slouching into the metal chair and calmly gazing at the person on the other side of the table.

        “ you comfortable? you’ve haven’t been sitting in that all day have you? stand up for a moment, I’ll go get you something more comfy.  ”  detective nam stood up and came around the table , placing his hand on the back of the other’s chair. 

       once the other stood up , he smiled softly and took the chair to the door and threw it out forcefully before closing the door and going back to take his seat.  he waited calmly for the other’s reaction to see how he should play his next turn. 

     “i was thinking lobster and wine. it’s five o’clock somewhere and if you’re going to get to know me, i only do that with a glass of wine.”

the chair isn’t comfortable - not unsurprising given the situation - but there’s no sign of discomfort on posie’s face. she’s confident and easy going, looking no more out of place or nervous than she might look sipping on mimosas at brunch. that’s not to say that she lacks guilt - every crime on the mile long list from robbery to bribery to assault belongs to her - but she’s been here plenty of times before and they haven’t managed to pry a confession out of her in thirteen years. 

to her, it’s an easy game. they don’t have anything on her, despite what they might claim, and there’s nothing they can do to make her uncomfortable that she hasn’t already lived. so she toys with them, purposefully annoying and cocky enough to get under the skin of prideful and lazy investigators until they storm off, muttering curses as they go try and think of another technique.

Based: Your car broke down and you wandered until you found the cabin where Lakota lives in the middle of nowhere. Feel free to spice it up; maybe your muse is on the run or something. 

He’s on the side of his cabin chopping wood to keep the fire going through the night, because he knows it’s only going to drop in temperature once the sun is fully down. He hears the breaking of twigs under feet first and then looks up to see someone approaching. It’s not common that anyone makes it out this far into the woods and he definitely doesn’t usually have any guests. “You’re a little far from somewhere, friend.” He calls out. “You lost or something?” He asks. 

so maybe clary’s day wasn’t going great. maybe it was. truth be told, she’s not really sure at the moment - it’s hard to be optimistic when she’s bruised and battered and walking through the woods away from a car accident. on the other hand, her piece of shit fiance wasn’t walking away and that’s nearly enough for her to be pleased with the situation, despite her blood soaked dress sticking to her body. if nothing else, she’s grateful to find another human being; dying of exposure has never been on her bucket list.

“oh, believe me. you know that i own the fuck out of you, so don’t get it twisted. don’t forget who’s kept you out of jail all these years.” the male sucked at his teeth, shaking his head. to be honest, she was always good at getting to him — he shouldn’t have let it go on for so long, but he couldn’t help it. “oh, you noticed that? i didn’t think you would. guess it’s good to know you’re watching.”

there was this awkward tension and elvis knew it. despite the fact that he could be a little dumb at times, his specialty was reading people. besides, that voice? that look in her eyes? how could he forget the girl? and he was too confident to think she may have not recognized him. but if they were going to do this, then he was going to keep up the charade as well. “well, she doesn’t get that from me so you can blame her mother.” there was an odd smile offered, like he was joking but there was no humour behind it — but he was reaching his hand out and offering to introduce himself, as if he hadn’t had his hands on her. “yeah, elvis todd. but i’m pretty sure everyone here calls me katie’s father, so i’m happy to respond to it if you happen to forget my name in the future.”

it was kind of fun to be a little naive when it came to the things in the world. it was always a nice arrangement made when she found girls and boys willing to participate — more often women, just because she found herself respected a little more. plus, quiet girls were always so fun. “really? because i feel like college is a lot of money these days. i actually never finished, so…” trailing off, the woman laughed and then threw her hair over her shoulders like she has so many times before. leaning forward, andie set a hand on top of sophie’s with a warm smile. “i guess it’ll be best to be blunt with you, because …. well, honesty is always good. mister axel is very busy, and though the two of us are madly in love he knows that i thoroughly enjoy physical affection. do you understand what i’m saying?”

open to f/nb | plot: your muse has been in a relationship with gunner and sully for a year, and they’ve all recently moved in together. but someone has a secret. 

     “we need an intervention,” sully mumbled, shaking her head as she looked at the other who had just entered the house. she seated herself on the couch right beside her boyfriend, rolling her eyes as he grinned at the both of them. “gunner thinks that he can play showtunes whenever we’re cleaning, as if that would pump me up. i think i might kill him. legit murder.”

     pleased with himself, gunner pulled the blonde into his lap and pressed clumsy kisses along her forehead before smiling over at their girlfriend. “you like it, though, don’t you baby?” he questioned, patting sully’s butt happily as he beamed at the other.

open to: f/nb | suggestion connections: older woman in an unhappy marriage, two friends that are looking for some fun, snotty rich girl, two girls looking for a third, age gaps, poly, ect.

     everything in his life wasn’t working out. not that it ever was, but his mother was getting sicker and his dealing wasn’t working whatsoever. there were too many close calls and bad deals that were beginning to make him think twice about what he was doing. but working a minimum wage job because he couldn’t get anything better being a convicted felon wasn’t working either. that’s when he turned to craigslist—which was also a bad idea, but the male was desperate. putting out an ad for himself was… definitely different. he’d never done it before nor did he know anyone that had actually done it. but if he was going to get paid well he was hoping there was some rich broad at the end of the line when they finally connected. he told her he didn’t care what she looked like, that he’d promised to make her feel good.

     so, he met at her place (he refused to subject this person to the trash he called home) and lit up a smoke to calm himself down before he finally got the courage up to knock on the door. whatever was in store for him was going to have to be a funny story at best… or maybe something he never spoke about. he was essentially a prostitute, but it wasn’t any different than having sex for weed which he did more often than he cared to admit. once the door opened, he cleared his throat and nodded. “hey—i’m walter. and you are…?”

sara’s marriage has been an unhappy one ever since before they tied the knot, but it was a financially convenient one for her father and she’s always been eager for daddy’s approval. maybe that’s how she’s so many years into the misery, ring still worn but a bedroom of her own separate from the one her husband so often uses to host his mistresses. idiots, she always thinks to herself. if marriage won’t get him to part with more than a fraction of his wealth, a quick fuck with a young, cheap pussy isn’t going to do much more to loosen the miser’s grip on his cash. then again, she probably just can’t imagine why anyone would want to sleep with him; she certainly doesn’t anymore.

maybe that’s why she reaches out on craigslist, following a pretty face - and a fresh, young body - to a few text messages and a night that she hopes will pull her out of her spiraling alcoholism and depression for at least a brief moment. if nothing else, it feels good and spiteful towards her cheating husband and maybe an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, but she’d rather be blind than have to look at him a second longer. sure, when she answers the door to see her companion for the night, it’s the door to a multi-million dollar mansion, but she can’t see past the cobwebs the maid forgot. 

open to f/nb | plot: your muse and claudio have had an agreement for the last year — he won’t arrest her if she’ll be his hired escort. the two of them pretend not to care about the other, and flaunt all of the other girls and boys they have. but there’s something special between them.

           “i don’t give a fuck if you’re out with some other guy. but when you’re hanging off a dude where me and my friends frequent, that’s when i have a problem. take your old man somewhere else, nenita. before i have to make a scene and punch him in the face for touching my ‘girlfriend’ like he has been.”

open to: f/nb/m —- will be selective with males. plot: a week ago we hooked up and had some pretty wild fun, my ex-wife forced me to go to meet the teacher night with my daughter and … wow, my daughter’s new teacher was one of the kinkiest people i’ve ever met?

            how the fuck did he not know who his kid’s teacher was? he had custody of her every other week, but his ex usually did all of this shit. he was too busy to get involved. besides, he always did something wrong. especially when assigned to get her the uniform she needed for this school he was paying way too much for. “so, uh …. is katie a good student?”