egotistical

CLOSED STARTER for @egotistival PLOT: loosely based on this from your tag MUSE: juliette "jules" harte, 25, she/her, bisexual, aspiring musician

glancing up as jules came running down the driveway, stella frowned at the very obvious upset on her face. her fingers fidgeted tirelessly in front of her, and before she could ask about what was wrong - though she could guess - she was interrupted. "right," nodding, she only had to think about it for a moment before putting the car in drive and heading off towards the lake to their spot. stella hadn't been in town long - exiled here by a father who didn't want her after rehab - but she hadn't been expecting to find jules at all. eyes leaving the road for a second, her hand stretched across the space between them until she found jules arm. her fingers splayed across it, pulling gently. "are you okay?" it might have been a stupid question, but it was asked genuinely, with the same concern stella always gave.

desperately pursuing a job that wasn't stable and didn't pay well meant that isadora had a list of ex-roommates long enough to fill a small venue. usually her roommates would move on. they'd find a better paying job or partner they'd rather live with. she never blamed them ; most people saw living in shitty apartments with people you weren't married to as a temporary situation. what slightly stung was when their roommates got sick of them. they didn't want to add stella to the list of people they scared off or got left by. at least not yet. they stared down at their nails, brows knitted in concentration. they held the nail varnish brush with precision as they brought it down to paint the outline of their design. "i don't know if that's a good idea. the last person who told me to talk about whatever i wanted regretted it. she didn't care about how badly mr mistoffelees was portrayed in the cats movie as much as i do. i should have gotten out of my seat and ended the date right there." isadora rambled, grinning at the memory. in hindsight she looked back fondly on that terrible date. at least she got a funny story out of it. "is that a good enough distraction? because i've got more horrendous first date stories if you need them."

a laugh bubbled up before she could stop it, brightening her face and making her break the sad-girl routine she'd adopted before. "you're ridiculous," but loved, well and truly by the girl who sat opposite isadora. leaning in, the couch small and slightly worn because they couldn't really afford anything better, stella studied her friend and roommate carefully. "you know i do," it was softer than she meant it to come out, but she shrugged off the worry that her affection would be too easily recognizable. "tell me about the worst one!" her face lit up at the idea, and she grinned.

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riley had grown accustomed to being looked at. it came with the territory. a handful of television appearances, a show on a streaming service that had done better than expected, red carpets, interviews, and magazine features. she wasn't famous yet—not really—but recognizable enough that people would often stare for too long before asking if they'd seen her somewhere before. most of the time, riley didn't mind it. it was part of the job that she'd spent years fighting her way into. kate's attention, however, felt different. heavier. almost like it was deliberate and meant to make the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. standing next to henry who played the piano with a focus that most adults didn't have, kate seemed incapable of looking anywhere else. and she knew enough about the woman already. she'd heard stories from her boyfriend, listened to his version of events, and then quietly formed her own opinion. from everything riley gathered, kate was intelligent, successful, devoted to her son, and unwilling to make herself small for anyone's comfort. riley respected that.

kate's eyes gradually found riley again. she studied her with the same kind of intensity one might give to a work of art they were passionate about, trying to dissect every piece of it, before just.. glancing away. riley was beautiful because of course she was. kate had no ill-intentions towards her, exactly. she also had no ill-intentions to her husband... now ex-husband, exactly. but riley was beautiful, and - admittedly - kate was interested in a way she likely shouldn't be. it was a convoluted little situation, and she would play her cards incredibly close to her chest until she knew more. a single blonde eyebrow rose in response to the fact that riley had already known who she was. unsurprising, but kate took a grain of satisfaction for being so recognizable; the queens were on the board now, and they knew one another. it was exciting. she gave a thought to how her ex had talked about her, wondered what kate knew and what she didn't. "i am kate," said on the exhale of a sigh, a slight nod in acknowledgment. her eyes narrowed then and her gaze returned to riley, the slightest suspicious tint lingering in her gaze. "though i wonder what my ex husband told you to garner such immediate recognition."

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a sad smile graced her lips at the words, a simple quirk of her lips as her eyes remained fixated on blair face. or rather, the side of her face because she couldn't seem to look at cassandra at all. finally, her gaze broke and she glanced away for the sake of herself. she always felt slightly off-kilter around blair; it had been that way since they were younger. she could easily get swept up in blair - in all of her - in a way that slightly terrified her. a wry grin, a single huff of a laugh, she shifted slightly away from the blonde. red hair spilled over her shoulders, and she found her hands occupied with fidgeting rather than reaching - which was probably a good thing, for now. "i wish i could apologize," but she sounded sorry all the same as she shook her head. "but the way i look at you has never changed."

open to femme aligned muses. muse — serenity jarvis. 28. she/her. lesbian. connection/scenario — they're already together or she's testing the waters.

the makeup did, admittedly, look good. it was more than stella usually wore, and it highlighted her best features. "i should get you to do it more often," she complimented, a grin firmly on her place. it quickly turned a bit shocked - though amused - at the confident way serenity had let the comment slip. "you're unbelievable." it was kind of a compliment, or sounded like one, at least. sitting in front of the vanity, serenity in front of her, stella's eyes naturally had to look up to get a look at her face. "i suppose you just want me to give in? to say something along the lines of 'oh please, sit on my face, serenity!'" she made her voice extra breathy just for the blonde, a joking spark coming to her eyes as some of their tension bled into the conversation. "and what if i want to make it extra hard for you? see, i wasn't quite sure if you even liked me with me calling you out for your bullshit. but maybe that's your thing, hm?"

open to anyone. muse — eve wang. 23. she/her. bisexual. connection/ scenario — friend, dating, seeing one another. sweet, virgin eve wants to try out a 'loophole'.

"i..." brown hues devour the way eve's fingers twisted together, feeling their stomach do a similar little gesture, soledad brushes a strand of hair behind their ear. "i'm not opposed," brows furrowing, their voice is soft, concern flickering through as his hands come down to rest on his crossed legs. they're in her bedroom, soledad sitting on the bed, admiring the space around them for the moment. "i just want to make sure you want to do this with me," they've been friends for so long, and the insecurity really shines through when their gaze drops from hers. "it's just... i don't know. you've never really seemed to be interested in me like that. i wanna make sure you're doing this because you want to - not because you feel left out or pressured by anyone."

open to anyone. muse — yara berri. 26. she/her. bisexual. connection/scenario — lovers, fwbs, hook-up.

a soft hum left her at the feeling of yara's hand around her throat, hands immediately coming to rest on the woman's ass as toned thighs settled around her waist. she loved the position already, and a smirk worked its way onto her face at the complaint. hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from yara's eyes, it fell upon her cheek where cameron lightly cupped her there. "i am going to take care of you," she soothed, smirk light and playful, eyes full of mirth. "i just had to finish up some business first." that was true, at least. she was back from a three week long trip to greece and had needed to submit her article for the travel magazine tonight. but now that it was done... "you missed me when i was away, hm?" eyes softening, brown orbs shifting across yara's face minutely, her hand fell from the woman's face down to her hips, encouraging her to shift her weight against cameron, to rock her hips in order to find her pleasure. "take what you want," it was permission, encouragement as cameron's breathing because a little shallower.

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" and there it is — the look. congratulations, you've still got it. " that grin of hers was contagious, an affliction even years of self-imposed isolation hadn't managed to quell. she's powerless to stop the corners of her mouth from turning up in unison, feeling herself get swept up in a wave of nostalgia as effortlessly as she'd been swept up in stella's schemes. everything looked prettier with a flashback filter, but frankie knew better than to mistake memory for reality. back then, she lived in constant fear that stella would tire of her, that if she was too mopey or high-strung or didn't match her rebellious heart beat for beat, she would find someone else. and as for stella — she hadn't known her friend was drowning until the current had already pulled her under, and by then it was too late. from the faraway look on her friend's face, she can tell her thoughts have taken a similar turn. something begins to take shape in her mind ( an explanation? an apology? ), just as soon swept away by the suddenness of stella's words.

a softer laugh escapes her, a bit bashful at the implications behind her smile and frankie's reaction to it. the next breath is a little hard to come by, a little stuck in her chest at the words that confirm her suspicions. immediately there's questions that swim forth in her eyes, though she doesn't immediately voice them. she's sitting with the weight, the not-so-new knowledge that frankie had a crush on her. how to explain the feelings she had back then? how to put into words how much of a disaster she'd been? "i knew that," she nodded, feeling slightly ashamed of having to sit with it. "back then, i mean. i..." carrying off, her voice left her for a moment before it all fell out in a rush. "i knew that you liked me." shutting her eyes, clenching them tight for a moment, stella's cheeks warm just so. pinkish hue hot on her skin, she forces herself to continue, eyes shut but prickling with tears. she forces them away before she opens them, careful. "did you know that you felt like the only stable person - stable relationship - that i had in my life back then?" she forces herself to meet frankie's gaze, swallowing down the urge to hide or flinch away. she knew that this would be hard - that coming back here, rehashing everything would be painful. but reaching out to frankie was still the easiest thing she'd done in so long.

phoebe didn't break eye contact, nor did she move a muscle. kate's pause would be a short waiting game, she was sure of it and she was always right. sure enough, it wasn't long until she watched kate move, lower herself so they were at eye level, and she had to fight back the satisfied little twitch that tried to pull at her lips that the action brought. phoebe let the lift of one of her own brows be pointed, because duh, of course it was so, that really should have been obvious. the faintest little huff left her as she wondered why kate was picking now to play this shade of coy. it wasn't like phoebe was infamous for her patience - her attitude, maybe. "i'm oh so kindly offering you a repeat. in a position of your choosing." the way she nuzzled her cheek against kate's hand wasn't shy; it couldn't be with the swell of satisfaction the touch brought. the mention of last time had the ghost of a smirk echoing across her features, and phoebe had no complaints when a few key moments resurfaced in her mind - though it wasn't like she really needed the reminder, she was angling for more for a reason, after all. "i want you to fuck me. was that not obvious?"

sometimes, when kate was feeling particularly sensitive or just plain mean, she liked to draw things out. but she was always careful to play her cards close to chest with phoebe. maybe it was a lack of trust? or rather, the knowledge that phoebe was her own beast with her own needs and her own motivations. and when kate stopped providing what she needed, phoebe would eventually move on. sometimes, on nights when she really couldn't stop the thoughts from kicking into gear, she wondered why phoebe wanted her at all. surely there were other, easier targets that phoebe could be with. most didn't present with the complications that kate carried; no husband, no age difference, no difficult personality. but maybe phoebe didn't want easy - maybe she just wanted kate - for a reason that kate didn't understand, exactly. kate was still working it out in her mind - the why's - but she didn't let it distract her from the moments she shared with phoebe like this. she simply filed away little things that she would think about later.