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penned by ron. 30. she/her. muses. wanted plots. wanted opposites.

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these are my mutuals. they know who they are
what if i said i have a bunch of new test muses? and if you like this post iāll come to you for plotting/starters?
matthew tench (jack innanen fc) ā twenty7. assistant teacher. pinterest.
ares brassard (jordi webber fc) ā thirty. presidentās son. pinterest.
dylan palmer (ruby cruz fc) ā twenty6. drummer. pinterest.
victor salazar (andre lamoglia fc) ā twenty8. facilitator. pinterest.
vincent truman (paul anthony kelly fc) ā thirty2. chief creative officer. pinterest.
asher holbrook (leo woodall fc) ā twenty9. mechanic. pinterest.
william dumont (shawn hatosy fc) ā fifty. marchand. pinterest.
raleigh āleeā cassidy (tyriq withers fc) ā twenty7. boxer. pinterest.
peter yeong (charles melton fc) ā thirty5. doctor. pinterest.
what if i said i have a bunch of new test muses? and if you like this post iāll come to you for plotting/starters?
matthew tench (jack innanen fc) ā twenty7. assistant teacher. pinterest.
ares brassard (jordi webber fc) ā thirty. presidentās son. pinterest.
dylan palmer (ruby cruz fc) ā twenty6. drummer. pinterest.
victor salazar (andre lamoglia fc) ā twenty8. facilitator. pinterest.
vincent truman (paul anthony kelly fc) ā thirty2. chief creative officer. pinterest.
asher holbrook (leo woodall fc) ā twenty9. mechanic. pinterest.
william dumont (shawn hatosy fc) ā fifty. marchand. pinterest.
raleigh āleeā cassidy (tyriq withers fc) ā twenty7. boxer. pinterest.
peter yeong (charles melton fc) ā thirty5. doctor. pinterest.
what if i said i have a bunch of new test muses? and if you like this post iāll come to you for plotting/starters?
matthew tench (jack innanen fc) ā twenty7. assistant teacher. pinterest.
ares brassard (jordi webber fc) ā thirty. presidentās son. pinterest.
dylan palmer (ruby cruz fc) ā twenty6. drummer. pinterest.
victor salazar (andre lamoglia fc) ā twenty8. facilitator. pinterest.
vincent truman (paul anthony kelly fc) ā thirty2. chief creative officer. pinterest.
asher holbrook (leo woodall fc) ā twenty9. mechanic. pinterest.
william dumont (shawn hatosy fc) ā fifty. marchand. pinterest.
raleigh āleeā cassidy (tyriq withers fc) ā twenty7. boxer. pinterest.
peter yeong (charles melton fc) ā thirty5. doctor. pinterest.

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i want two girl best friends who loathe each other , bicker like nothing else , steal each others boyfriends , and are absolutely both secretly in love w each other
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ā oh,Ā god,Ā noā āĀ sheĀ realizesĀ heĀ mightĀ haveĀ misinterpretedĀ theĀ shockĀ onĀ herĀ face,Ā featuresĀ immediatelyĀ softeningĀ withĀ aĀ shakeĀ ofĀ herĀ head,Ā ā itāsĀ notĀ that. āĀ sheāsĀ onlyĀ surprised,Ā andĀ relieved,Ā anĀ indescribableĀ respiteĀ bloomingĀ inĀ herĀ chestĀ atĀ theĀ sightĀ ofĀ himĀ āĀ aliveĀ andĀ atĀ herĀ doorstep.Ā ā iĀ wasĀ justĀ surprisedĀ toĀ seeĀ you,Ā thatāsĀ all. āĀ steppingĀ back,Ā sheĀ opensĀ theĀ doorĀ wider,Ā encouragingĀ himĀ intoĀ herĀ space.Ā
"i hope it's a good surprise," beckett jokes awkwardly as he steps in, and the smell of the house immediately takes him back to when they were kids. when the gleaming pool in the backyard was an exciting memory, instead of a painful one. "you look well." he means it. though adelaide's always had an aura of melancholy about her -- one that matched his own, she seems... different. happier. and a thought hits him that maybe it's because he hasn't been around. "how's uh, how's evelyn? i heard she got into college. i bet she's got those frat guys eating out of the palm of her hand."
hisĀ questionĀ stumpsĀ herĀ aĀ little,Ā thoughĀ sheĀ doesnātĀ revealĀ theĀ bemusementĀ onĀ herĀ features.Ā heĀ mightĀ haveĀ haltedĀ hisĀ notes,Ā butĀ theyĀ wereĀ stillĀ inĀ aĀ dressingĀ roomĀ fullĀ ofĀ peopleĀ āĀ herĀ makeupĀ artist,Ā hairstylist,Ā agent,Ā publicist.Ā fully aware sheĀ wasĀ stillĀ expectedĀ toĀ giveĀ anĀ answerĀ thatĀ wouldĀ beĀ deemedĀ satisfactory.Ā ā hallowayāsĀ anĀ amazingĀ director, āĀ oneĀ ofĀ theĀ bestĀ inĀ theĀ industry,Ā ā iāllĀ takeĀ anyĀ opportunityĀ toĀ workĀ withĀ him. āĀ herĀ responseĀ soundsĀ aĀ bitĀ rehearsed,Ā andĀ knowingĀ wells,Ā heāsĀ boundĀ toĀ seeĀ rightĀ throughĀ it.Ā soĀ sheāllĀ makeĀ anĀ indirectĀ requestĀ forĀ everyoneĀ elseĀ inĀ theĀ trailerĀ toĀ stepĀ out,Ā ā iādĀ likeĀ toĀ catchĀ upĀ withĀ myĀ friend. āĀ sheĀ reachesĀ overĀ toĀ giveĀ hisĀ handĀ aĀ squeeze,Ā acknowledgingĀ himĀ withĀ aĀ winningĀ smile.Ā ā whyĀ donātĀ weĀ takeĀ aĀ ten ? ā
wells knows a media trained answer when he hears one, and he takes it in stride. you can never be too careful in a set. especially when you're an actor just about to get your big break. "for sure. so we can expect more of this partnership, then." decides not to follow up until all of the staff is already exiting the trailer, squeezing her hand back, playing up their friendship (is that what they have?) to the others. and the minute the last one closes the door, wells is back on his tracks, like a hound. "so how big is the nightmare?" decides to pour himself a little bit of leftover coffee from the pot. "should i make an exposee on him? you know i never disclose a source."
sheāsĀ frozenĀ inĀ herĀ spot,Ā featuresĀ twistedĀ intoĀ aĀ panic-struckĀ lookĀ thatĀ depictsĀ herĀ anxietiesĀ onĀ fullĀ display.Ā neverĀ oneĀ toĀ deceive,Ā withĀ aĀ guardedĀ upbringingĀ shieldingĀ andĀ confiningĀ herĀ worldview,Ā sheĀ reassuresĀ theĀ otherĀ withĀ certitude,Ā ā iĀ wonāt.Ā iĀ promiseĀ iĀ wonātĀ tellĀ anybody.Ā youĀ donātĀ haveĀ toĀ worryĀ aboutĀ me. āĀ perhapsĀ itāsĀ herĀ nervesĀ promptingĀ herĀ toĀ rambleĀ moreĀ thanĀ usual,Ā herĀ concernedĀ gazeĀ fallingĀ uponĀ mikeyāsĀ handĀ whichĀ appearsĀ toĀ haveĀ beenĀ woundedĀ amidstĀ theĀ act.Ā ā but, areĀ youĀ okay ? ā
mikey's untrusting by nature, but something in the other's tone reassures them. they know immediately that they can trust grace, even though it seems impossible. mikey's taken aback by her question, not even registering until that moment that there was a deep cut across their palm. the pain stings all at once. "fuck," they wrap their hand in their shirt, staining it irreparably forever. a humorless laughter erupts from their lips. "you just -- are you even real?" the question's not meant to be a dig. "you saw me... doing all of that. and you ask me if i'm okay?" unable to wrap their head around it, mikey just snorts. "yeah, it'll be fine, i just need to get stitched up."

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anotherĀ stingĀ ofĀ herĀ dismissal,Ā anotherĀ kickĀ inĀ theĀ teeth,Ā asĀ julienĀ repudiatesĀ theirĀ relationshipĀ āĀ ifĀ sheĀ couldĀ evenĀ callĀ itĀ that.Ā itĀ becomesĀ painfullyĀ clearĀ inĀ thatĀ momentĀ theĀ twoĀ ofĀ themĀ heldĀ theĀ eventsĀ thatĀ transpiredĀ onĀ differentĀ levelsĀ ofĀ importance.Ā toĀ her ?Ā special.Ā closeĀ toĀ herĀ heart.Ā cherished.Ā butĀ toĀ julien ?Ā perhapsĀ itĀ hadĀ meantĀ nothing.Ā itāsĀ aĀ hardĀ pillĀ toĀ swallow,Ā butĀ itĀ wouldnātĀ beĀ theĀ firstĀ timeĀ sheāsĀ misplacedĀ herĀ affection,Ā proneĀ toĀ lovingĀ aĀ thingĀ thatĀ didnātĀ loveĀ herĀ back.Ā anĀ emotionalĀ masochismĀ ofĀ sorts,Ā likeĀ sheĀ neededĀ itĀ toĀ hurtĀ toĀ knowĀ itĀ wasĀ real.Ā ā right, āĀ sheĀ acknowledgesĀ herĀ ownĀ misuseĀ ofĀ theĀ word,Ā ā iĀ didnātĀ meanĀ itĀ ..Ā likeĀ that.Ā iĀ justĀ meant,Ā iāmĀ okay,Ā toĀ goĀ onĀ andā āĀ pretend.Ā actĀ likeĀ nothingĀ everĀ happened.Ā wordsĀ thatĀ getĀ stuckĀ inĀ herĀ throatĀ asĀ sheĀ becomesĀ achinglyĀ consciousĀ ofĀ howĀ toĀ approachĀ thisĀ whileĀ minimizingĀ theĀ setbacks.Ā ā itāllĀ beĀ strictlyĀ professional.Ā youāllĀ beĀ providedĀ withĀ everythingĀ youĀ need, āĀ money,Ā meals,Ā accommodation,Ā ā forĀ theĀ nextĀ eightĀ months. āĀ sheĀ findsĀ julienāsĀ eyes,Ā aĀ silentĀ pleaĀ reflectedĀ behindĀ herĀ ownĀ gaze.Ā ā iĀ reallyĀ wantĀ youĀ toĀ joinĀ us,Ā julien.Ā weĀ allĀ do. āĀ
julien sets her jaw as she hears harper's proposal. it's weird, hearing her go through it so robotically, but this is what julien wanted, wasn't it? tries to tell herself that. and strictly professionally speaking, it was a great offer. good enough to stop the little voice in her head that sounded just like her mother's saying she would never get far in life with this lifestyle choice of hers. "ok," julien concedes. whether because it's a good opportunity or because harper seems on the brink of tears, and she can't handle being the reason for such. "ok, i'll do it." all she needs to do is just... get a grip. setting boundaries is a great way to start. it seems like harper is already doing so, so she tries to feel reassured. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to be an asshole." gaze flickers between the other's frame and her own hands. "can i at least buy you a drink? as an apology."
wantsĀ toĀ tellĀ himĀ maybeĀ heĀ shouldnātĀ reallyĀ feelĀ sorryĀ forĀ her,Ā thatĀ sheĀ wasnātĀ evenĀ sureĀ whatĀ sheādĀ beenĀ lookingĀ forĀ afterĀ allĀ theseĀ years.Ā aĀ deathĀ certificate?Ā aĀ fatherĀ whoĀ hadĀ abandonedĀ hisĀ twoĀ childrenĀ withoutĀ thinkingĀ twice?Ā theĀ newĀ familyĀ heādĀ builtĀ whileĀ theyĀ hadĀ toĀ liveĀ withĀ hisĀ absence?Ā noneĀ ofĀ theĀ answersĀ reallyĀ madeĀ herĀ feelĀ betterĀ whenĀ itĀ cameĀ downĀ toĀ it.Ā āitāsĀ actuallyĀ quiteĀ patheticĀ goingĀ aroundĀ andĀ askingĀ aboutĀ aĀ manĀ noĀ oneĀ seemsĀ toĀ know,Ā iĀ donātĀ thinkĀ iāllĀ missĀ thatāĀ shrugsĀ herĀ shoulder,Ā pickingĀ onĀ aĀ napkinĀ beforeĀ tearingĀ itĀ apartĀ inĀ theĀ middle.Ā āitĀ wasĀ funĀ forĀ aĀ while,āĀ livingĀ outsideĀ theĀ limitsĀ ofĀ theirĀ hometown,Ā meetingĀ peopleĀ thatĀ didnātĀ knowĀ herĀ brotherĀ beforeĀ theyĀ knewĀ her.Ā meetingĀ peopleĀ whoĀ didnātĀ seeĀ herĀ asĀ theĀ girlĀ leftĀ behindĀ orĀ theĀ girlĀ raisedĀ byĀ herĀ brotherĀ āĀ evenĀ whenĀ theyĀ sharedĀ theĀ sameĀ age.Ā āmeetingĀ newĀ peopleĀ andĀ seeingĀ newĀ places,Ā thatāsĀ funāĀ continues,Ā trailingĀ offĀ toĀ hisĀ comment,Ā tongueĀ wettingĀ herĀ lipsĀ asĀ sheĀ pullsĀ someĀ airĀ in.Ā āwhyĀ wouldĀ youĀ getĀ inĀ theĀ way?āĀ itāsĀ honest,Ā andĀ sheĀ regretsĀ itĀ whenĀ realizationĀ wavesĀ throughĀ her,Ā pinkĀ heatsĀ herĀ cheeksĀ onceĀ againĀ andĀ thereāsĀ aĀ slightĀ shakeĀ ofĀ head.Ā āiĀ wasnātĀ reallyĀ focusingĀ onĀ thatāĀ shrugsĀ herĀ shoulders,Ā straighteningĀ inĀ theĀ kitchenĀ chairĀ and,Ā forĀ aĀ splitĀ moment,Ā wishingĀ patrickĀ wouldĀ backĀ inĀ toĀ serveĀ asĀ aĀ buffer.Ā butĀ then,Ā sheĀ wantsĀ toĀ askĀ whatĀ exactlyĀ heĀ meansĀ byĀ that;Ā ifĀ heādĀ beenĀ goingĀ outĀ withĀ someoneĀ whileĀ sheĀ wasĀ gone,Ā ifĀ heĀ wasĀ inĀ love.Ā āseemedĀ likeĀ youĀ andĀ patrickĀ wereĀ justĀ fineĀ withoutĀ me,Ā iĀ wasĀ gettingĀ aĀ littleĀ jealousāĀ forcesĀ aĀ laughĀ upĀ herĀ throat,Ā smileĀ poisedĀ thoughĀ thereāsĀ somethingĀ warmĀ bloomingĀ inĀ herĀ chest.Ā āiāmĀ happyĀ toĀ beĀ backĀ too,Ā thoughā
stings to hear her put it so plainly. for a long time growing up, grayson struggled between wishing for a fate like the siblings' instead of his terrible relationship with his mother. he had settled that it was better to grow up with indifference than the way she treated him. but maybe he had it all wrong. how could anyone reject their child? hell, how could anyone reject aurora? he looks at her and all he wants to do is promise he'll never do it, he'll never abandon her. but he can't bring himself to form the words, it seems like whenever he says something, it always comes out wrong. so instead, he takes her hand to give it a delicate squeeze. "if it's any consolation, maybe him staying would be worse." grayson trails off, red tinting his face when she responds to the question that had been plaguing his mind all this time. "oh, yeah, it's just... silly of me to think that." though he can't quite explain how his heart beats wildly in his chest when he gets the negative. tries not to read into it, but maybe he didn't wait around for nothing. "oh, it sucked." allows himself to be completely honest. "i love your brother, but it was starting to get depressing. i was about to get on a plane and bring you back myself."
jolene let out a short breath that wasn't quite a laugh, eyes dropping to her glass. "jury's still out," she said quietly, turning it slow against the bartop. she glanced at him sideways, just for a second. "why, you looking for reassurance?" the corner of her mouth pulled up, but it didn't quite reach anything else. "little late for that, don't you think." she looked back down at her drink, thumb tracing the rim. "ask me again after another one of these."
"nah, just wondering if it's that easy for everyone to notice." dean settles for another swig of his beer to hide his disappointment in himself, though he'd say it's pretty apparent. "well, if you think that's gonna change your mind," points to the glass in her hand, "i'd say you're not much better than me." dean tries for a joke, but a deep sigh escapes him. "i just thought," he runs a hand through his hair, despondent. "i just thought she was the one. maybe. like, i had hope. just goes to show you that blonde men can't have nice things."
she's playing with a pearl necklace between her fingertips , eyes sharp despite the delicacy surrounding them . "and let you have all the fun ?" head shakes as she pushes off the table in the room to approach them , "i think sharing is caring . if you want me to keep my mouth shut , we both run this little project together ."
nic contemplates it for a second, but there's not a lot of cons to weigh in. sure, his cut of the job would be smaller, but nic's the kind who likes to spread the wealth. "okay, fair enough," beckons her closer, because now he's in full planning mode. "see that old goose over there?" a quick flicker of his gaze to show her who he means. lowers his voice to lay out his quickly put together scheme, "that watch is worth a pretty penny. all that i'm missing is a distraction, y'know? that's where you come in." hopes that she can pull it off, because nic really needs this money or else he'll be sleeping in his junk of a car for the forseeable future. "what do you say?"
āoh no, iām not hungry.ā in fact, the thought of eating right now sort of makes her feel ill. āiāll⦠iāll find a new place as soon as i can, i promise. i wonāt bother you for long, i just couldnāt go back to my parents.ā she had jumped at the first chance she had to move out of that hell house and with hindsight, maybe that was part of the problem. she was so damn desperate for a reprieve that she rushed into something unstable and now, sheās paying the price. because when has anything in esteās life ever gone her way? still, she knows sheād rather be homeless than live with those people again. āyou wonāt even know iām here.ā
"it's fine, whatever you need." fincher nods, and tries not to think about how back when they were friends this phrase got tossed around. fincher knew that, no matter what, they would always show up for each other. until este stopped showing up at all. "that's not... you don't have to do that," he says quietly. "i just mean that i'm here for you, and it's no bother at all to have you here." a beat, then he finally settles on prying a bit, because he feels like maybe she needs to discuss it with someone. "do you want to talk about it? did he -- he didn't do anything to hurt you, right? physically, i mean."

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"and i'm telling you now that this is bullshit," the brunette retorts, annoyance clear all over delicate features. "it can't go on, or you don't want it to go on? because those are two different things, fincher." maybe she should have expected it, both had high demanding jobs on the spotlightĀ so keeping this a secret was double edged sword. one that was finally starting to draw blood from the very heart of whatever they had spent the last six months building.
"it's not bullshit, are you kidding me right now?" takes a deep breath to calm down, because he can't think like this. heart races in his chest and he feels the too familiar start of anxiety clawing its way out of his body. sits down, because he suddenly feels dizzy. this is exactly what he was afraid of when they started this. hockey was the only thing he was good at. not great, like his father would always remind him, but good enough. and he couldn't risk losing it. but fincher doesn't want to lose her either, and it seems like he's going down that exact path. "i want it to go on," fincher manages to get out, before he's taking another steadying breath. "but i can't have everything i worked for be, i don't know, ignored. because we're together."
he knew the game almost as good as she did . while she was a conniving whore , he was an insufferable bastard . maybe that's why they worked so well together , but she'll deny the fact should anyone ever ask . "just because your heads been temporarily turned by a dead end road doesn't mean your dick isn't vying for me ." corner of her mouth lifts and she'll take that opportunity to plant her ass right in his lap , taking advantage of the cigarette in her possession and inhaling the smoke again . only to exhale the cloud into his face this time , "but the floor's yours , rutherford . try to deny it all you want , i can feel your bullshit already ."
"wow," elio stands there for a moment, mouth open in mock surprise. "i didn't know you were trying your hand at poetry, kelly. i'm impressed." but words are cheap and the physical reaction of his body to hers is enough to show that she's right. this is exactly why they can never escape this cycle, and maybe elio doesn't even want to. his hand travels down her body to rest on her waist. "bullshit, huh?" dark eyebrows lift in challenge, and elio plants a trail of kisses to her jaw, down to the length of her neck and her collarbone. "you know, i missed your smell." tone is earnest, almost sweet, and then he breaks the contact between her skin and his lips, switching places with her so he's standing up. "what is it again? desperation?"