( — & * | HOE HOE HOE MERRY CHRISTMAS )

P.S: I ALSO HAVE CHANGED A LOT OF FACECLAIMS SO IF WE DO HAVE A VERSE & YOU DON’T LIKE THE FACECLAIM I’VE CHANGED TO JUST MSG ME & I’LL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO CONTINUE TO USE THE ONE WE ORIGINALLY STARTED WITH. 

P.S: I ALSO HAVE CHANGED A LOT OF FACECLAIMS SO IF WE DO HAVE A VERSE & YOU DON’T LIKE THE FACECLAIM I’VE CHANGED TO JUST MSG ME & I’LL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO CONTINUE TO USE THE ONE WE ORIGINALLY STARTED WITH. 

‘ i thought you wanted to talk? ‘ she brings up, managing to tear her gaze from the tv to look at him. though, she doesn’t put much of a thought into it, a light whine coming from her. ( god she’d be so confused & embarrassed with her actions in the morning. )  ‘ if you HAVE to, i suppose. ‘ she rolls her eyes playfully at the blanket & pacifier mentions. ‘ leave me alone. ‘ she jokes, shooting him a smile & waving as he’s on his way out. ( she passes out before he’s fully gone though. ) she’s more than not prepared for the hangover or the recollection of her night when she wakes up.

“i'm not gonna talk to you when your drunk" hudson replies truthfully. what good would that be to either of them? when hudson gets home he can't help but feel as if things were going to change in the morning, he eventually doses off & is awoken with the sound of his alarm clock. on his commute into work he calls tatiana “hey tati, how're you feeling?” he questions his voice is hesitant simply because he fears that she'll reject him.

         his head was full with bitterness after his declined kiss, he felt ashamed & humiliated. he get that feeling out of his head && showed his powerful smirk again. “ that’s too bad, miss. but don’t worry you’ll never see me again !! “ he grasped the manilla envelop & shook his head. just when he wanted to leave, they forgot something. drake still haven’t heard the words escape her lips. “ before i go what are the words, paxton ??”

"what words??" she questions, she won't say what he wants out of fear that she will get attached. “thank you for letting me walk out of her without a gunshot to my head?” she furrows her eyebrows, to her this was a game the male was playing & she was in no mood to even participate, because in her mind why in the world would a guy like him EVER fall for someone like her, she was good — aside from this odd situation in which she was put in— she was just the pre-school teacher trying to get by. “again, goodbye drake” she rolls her eyes beginning to walk away from him. 

of course she feels like an asshole, for not being able to give him even as much as he’d given her ( she’d not even given him half ) but it’s difficult for her to be so open with anyone. not for any other reason aside from being conditioned in such a way. she resigns herself to owing him that much.  ‘ if you don’t want anything specific i’m ordering pizza, i don’t care. ‘ & now she’s trying to lighten the awkwardness she feels. his laughter & mock pain both making her smile, it’s a small one. ‘ i’ve seen hotter, & there are other fraternities. ‘ she hums, though she knows she’d never actually go for anyone ( solely ) over their looks & position. she also wouldn’t leave him without a reason. honestly, she’d correct his words ( because like is fails to actually encompass what she feels ) but she’s dialing for the food. paige has known independence ( & avoidance ) since she was in middle school, so for everything to be so different with adam it scares her. & she’s honestly just waiting for him to tired of her shit. it’s what she does; pushes people to the limit because she’s sure there’s nobody who could or would put up with all of her & her antics.

“pizza is fine by me babe” adam keeps his eyes glued on the television, acting as if he's completely unbothered about the thoughts flying through his head. “maybe you should go find one of them?” he laughs, but he's not so sure he's kidding, so he allows the words “maybe you'd be more likely to let them in” but he mumbles it hoping she hasn't heard what he's said knowing it may only lead to an argument.

taking his drink & just downing it, dallas’ amber gaze is roaming the bar  ( out of curiosity ) before he hears monroe speak & she takes his full attention. ‘ who said you’d be walkin’? & why would it be in shame? i mean, nothing to be ashamed of aside from getting drunk. ‘ because he’s still attempting to keep this some sort of innocent. but he can’t stifle the slight laugh that falls past his brims at her comment. ‘ never? hm, that’s nice to know. ‘ & he should probably be a bit more careful with his words and where he stands, even as he’d downed his drink he already knows he’s going to be in TROUBLE tomorrow. he can’t just ditch monroe here, he wouldn’t. ( plus he’s already gotten alcohol in his system. ) ‘ you sure that’s the best idea? ‘ partly talking about the dancing, partly talking about the shots she’d ordered. 

“what's wrong is the big bad dallas burns a little scared?” she teases, “it'll be fun” she shrugs, taking a shot in one hand & the salt shaker in the other. “here” she smirks handing him the glass, not caring about what any of her actions could potentially lead to. she sprinkles salt on her neck tilting it slightly, “c'mon don't be scared...” she cooes walking her fingers up his chest “no one has to know,” & her flirty behavior is only amplified by the alcohol & the fact that she was out with dallas being able to talk the way she would if harley wasn't in the picture.

ryan disappeared into the bathroom a while ago, so derek might be a little worried as he waits for her return. & he’s debating going to find her just when she’s already on her way to their room. his brows furrow as he follows her & honestly he’s not completely sure if he’s pissed her off already today or if something else had happened. whatever, derek stood on his side of the bed, watching her with wary eyes. as if she’d be ready to stab him at any moment. ( he’s never sure that she’s not. ) & then the words slip out of her mouth and he doesn’t know how to react to that. his body stiffens but he doesn’t pale, his jaw doesn’t set & he’s not feeling the usual anger coursing through his blood. the silly question of HOW was running through his mind, but he didn’t need to ask; they’d been very active as of late. but he didn’t actually expect something like this to happen & he knew that it could, it just didn’t seem like a reasonable possibility. derek burns, having kids? it was impossible to fathom because he recalls the conversation they’d had about this. she’d said she didn’t want to have kids while they were still committing crimes & he was still not quite ready to give that up. ‘ pregnant? ‘ he questions, his voice is normal ( normal for him ) which sends a shock through him, and he moves to sit next to her. not sure to comfort her or to figure out what he’s feeling first. ‘ you’re pregnant? ‘ she’d already said it twice but it was STILL processing in his mind. the feelings that was over him are not what he expects. ‘ why are you apologizing? this- ‘ he doesn’t know how to quite it really, his brows furrowing together. ‘ was partly my fault. ‘

ryan stares at him for a long time, she’s so confused because THIS wasn’t she expected. without saying anything she reaches over & touches his forehead. the derek she knew would’ve already started with the rolling of eyes & yelling but to see him…normal was even more confusing “well—” she begins with a sigh, “i’m not getting rid of it so what are we gonna do?” she questions, ryan makes sure that derek knows that both abortion & adoption weren’t ideas that she even wanted to consider yet she wasn’t ready to be a mom, if she couldn’t even the right decisions let alone teach someone else to. “i gotta keep it, i have to be better than my mom.” she sighs thinking about her childhood, “& i totally understand if you don’t want to stay in this, it’s a lot derek. & it’s happening way too quickly. it feels like yesterday i moved in now i’m pregnant” she doesn't even know how to not be awkward around him now, still trying to piece together that this was all real.

mood board: c a l d a y a

I love female muses. I love male muses. I love transgender muses. I love muses of all sexualities or no sexuality at all. love disabled muses. I love POC muses. I love closeted muses. I love those muses that you’ve been wanting to play but nobody wants to take them. I love muses that never get to showcase their dark pasts bc most people just want to write smut and fluff. I love misunderstood muses. I love muses that have that potential for character development and story progression. Because I’m proudly going to state that I’m not just a roleplayer, I’m a writer. I love being flexible and making room for new things. I love when muses go through all phases of their lives, from their worst and all the way to their best. And if for some reason  I don’t know much of the nature of your muses ( since ours are different from one another ), then it would be an honour to be enlightened by them. I don’t have a thirst for males, I only have a thirst for knowledge. So if the indie community is truly stereotyped to be thirsting for males, then please count me out of that bandwagon. And if you believe that your female muse or under-loved muse deserves to be loved, deserves to get plots that will give them justice, then I’m just one click away. I may not always have the muses to write, but then again, that doesn’t mean you can’t make headcanons and discussions with me– tell me more so our actual threads are filled with substance and understanding. 

SEBASTIAN: my fuck??? is always going to be much better SEBASTIAN: definitely mych better than fuck from him so SEBASTIAN: why should i get my other hoes when i got you tho

SKYLAR: you’re horrible with rejection i see. SKYLAR: wait so you basically call me a hoe and you REALLY think i’m gonna wanna see you SKYLAR: boy if you don’t SKYLAR: G’NIGHT go jerk off or somethin’ SKYLAR: call me when you wanna man up 

‘ don’t be a fun sucker. ‘ she frowns, her hands on her hips as if that’d do any justice in getting her way. because while she’s never been rich, she’s used to getting people to do exactly what she wants. ‘ i’m not gonna throw up! ‘ she denies, though if she was being honest she had a feeling that’s exactly where her night was going to end. she’s jumping on the bed anyway, poking her tongue out at him childishly. ‘ you be the adult? that’s nothin’ new. live a little. ‘ & then she returns to sit, her attention taken by the tv, despite her own words.

not hearing the sounds of the bed spring anymore he turns to see her attention to the television where he can't help but laugh at how cute she was. "well look at the time" he stands up & kisses her forehead "i should go i have work in morning plus i think you’re doin’ perfectly fine now” he smiles, hudson doesn’t exactly feel comfortable sleeping with her or even in the same bed if she’s drunk & thinks it’s best if he just leaves. “do i need to get you anything to drink, eat a blanket maybe a pacifier?” he jokes holding her hand before he leaves. 

‘ that’s all i want to say about it. ‘ she can’t blatantly lie to him & she just wants him to leave it at that. ‘ it could’ve been very personal, i mean, ‘ paige shrugs, taking a moment to take in adam’s appearance. ‘ your style is god awful. ‘ & she relaxes when he changes the topic and removes his hands. ‘ i don’t particularly feel like going out, ‘ she’d already taken her shoes off and her outfit was a wrinkled. ‘ what do you want? cooked or ordered? ‘ her eyes rolling & she swats his chest at his next comment, brows furrowing together. ‘ i really don’t know why i keep you around. ‘ there’s annoyance directed at him once again. it’s a usual occurrence at this point.

adam's heart sinks knowing that she doesn't want to open up to him as he has for her but he figures when she's ready she will. "ordered" he shrugs but he can't help but chuckle when she hits his chest "ouch" he holds his hand over his chest feigning pain in his chest. "cause i'm hot— & as the president of a fraternity i always have fun" he shrugs, he takes off his shirt and pants and slides on a pair of basketball shorts. adam jumps on the bed & flips through the channels "but you like me regardless so you're never getting rid of me" & he's careful about the words he uses because he's reconsidering their relationship, if Paige was stiff every time he touched her how would he ever get her to warm up to him, & a scarier realization that she almost seemed as if she didn't need him but adam knows he needs her, he wants her.