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flavor of the week

muse a and muse b have been best friends since high school, always toeing the line between friendship and something more. muse b has a habit of dating the wrong people while muse a quietly stays by their side, nursing a long-held crush. now, as adults, muse b is dating yet another shitty person who treats her like dirt and muse a is done playing the backup. tension builds, jealousy simmers, and muse b starts to realize maybe the one they've always needed is the one who’s been there all along.

all the small things

muse a is in a small (but up and coming) band, muse b is their chaotic road manager or photographer. they’re constantly bickering, but there’s that one night, in that one shitty motel, where everything shifts. now the band’s getting attention, feelings are getting messy, and neither of them can admit what happened matters.

build god, then we'll talk

muse a is stuck in a dead-end job and an even worse relationship. muse b is a stranger they meet in the city: a con artist, a liar, or someone pretending to be something they’re not. they start a dangerous affair built on secrets, fake names, and false identities. but the connection is too intense to stay casual, and neither of them knows how to be honest without losing everything.

in too deep

muse a and muse b have been in a years-long, off-and-on mess — not quite dating, not quite just friends. muse a always cares more, tries harder, holds it together while muse b pulls away and comes back on repeat. now muse a’s pulling back for real, tired of drowning in it, and muse b has to decide if they’re ready to finally show up or let it all go.

crushcrushcrush

muse a has always watched muse b from a distance: popular, confident, constantly surrounded by people who don’t really 'see' them. muse a does. they always have. now they’re getting closer... too close. late-night conversations, lingering touches, secrets whispered between the lines. but muse b is taken, and muse a is tired of being quiet. what starts as a subtle crush turns obsessive, electric, and dangerously hard to hide.

sic transit gloria... glory fades

muse a and muse b are dating, but everything about it feels performative. the sex, the power plays, the silence that follows. one of them is obsessed with control, the other with being wanted. it’s not love, but something that masquerades as it. and as the relationship keeps spiraling into something neither of them recognizes, one of them starts to want out and the other doesn’t take it well.

the lighthouse