OPEN STARTER, OPEN TO ALL. PLOT: Becca (she/her || 24-29) Called Your Muse After Waking Up Covered In

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“No, no this isn’t right. They have no right to speak to you this way.” Lara couldn’t stand this, there was a part of her that knew if the roles were reversed she wouldn’t be receiving the same treatment considering the family she was from and her reputation. Yet it was the same behaviour that had her second guessing and had her terrified of what people’s opinions would be which is why she didn’t fight as she was pulled away.

Charlotte rolled her eyes as a sigh left her lips. “Really, Lara?” It was unfair to call the brunette out, but Charlotte was having a bad day and the last thing she wanted was for the other to act all righteous. It may have been easier to take her opinions and her running commentary on it all if she wasn’t wondering round town, denying what she was. She understood people had to do things in their own time and she’d never force someone to come out, but at the same time, she was losing patience with all this sneaking around. “You know, maybe they’d be more accepting if I wasn’t the only lesbian in the stupid town.” 

Rhiannon tilted her head slightly, watching the way he worried at his cuticles, the way his shoulders stayed tense even as he tried to settle against the wall. She didn’t judge his answer—just took it in, like she was tucking it away somewhere safe. “Maybe they don’t like talking to you. Or maybe they just don’t know how -- but that’s their problem, not yours.”

At his question, she exhaled slowly, turning her gaze toward the yard. “I walk,” she said after a moment. “Barefoot, mostly. The colder, the better. It makes my head feel… quieter-- like all the noise gets pressed down into the earth.”

She stretched one foot out, pressing her toes lightly against the wood as if proving her point. “If that doesn’t work, I count things. Patterns in the ceiling. The way people blink. The stars, if I can see them.” A pause, then a quiet, almost absentminded addition: “And if that doesn’t work… I try to let it go until it burns itself out.” She made it sound easy, but it was rare that it ever burned itself out. Her thoughts and anxiety got the better of her most days, but the things she mentioned did help ease things for her.

There was a gentle comfort that came from having someone understanding him, it was a rare thing for him to encounter. Even his father couldn't fully understand him. Kit pushed his glasses up his nose and tried to make himself more comfortable against the wall. Of course that was proving to be impossible with the thumping of the music from inside, he could even hear the occasional loud eruption of cheers over whatever song was being played. He thought momentarily of leaving and going home to some peace and quiet but thought that would be rude considering he was in the middle of a conversation.

Kit brought his his thumb to his lips and began picking at his cuticles absent-mindedly. Whenever he felt like he was out of control he would chew on his cuticles, his therapist had said it was so he could feel in control but Kit thought that was a ludicrous reasoning because simply put it didn't make him feel even the slightest bit in control of everything, it was just another action his mind was racing over. He nodded to her sentence in agreement. "My own students don't like talking to me, they think a teacher is supposed to be more sociable with his students but I can't bring myself to want to do that." He confessed. He found it weird that he was telling a stranger all of this, believing that his mind is wiring this to be some type of genuine connection.

Kit considered her question for a moment before responding. "I have to numb it, marijuana is the only thing that does that." Truthfully he'd become pretty dependent on the drug despite doing his best not to. He didn't want to be addicted to it but when he is lying awake at three am and there is no sign of sleep in sight he will do what he has to in order for some type of relief. If his students, father, or anyone who lived around him smelled it's typical smell then they chose to say nothing. "And you?" He asked, looking at her again. "If your mind is anything like mine then you must have a way to quiet it."

Ok but I actually need an apocalyptic/end of the world/zombie apocalypse type rp where muse a has been living on their own for so long and has a good setup going and is comfortable, but one day finds muse b hurt and nurses them back to health and then they start trusting each other and surviving together and then together they finally go looking for other survivors or help and it’s all just bloody and gory and life-or-death but they are hella cute ok can I have that? Please??

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Ivan knew before the blonde even walked in the room that he would be greeted by a snarky comment. The woman was too predictable. Though, nevertheless, a smirk crossed his face. “I am good at this. They don’t usually fight back.” He rolled his eyes, leaning back against the counter with a light groan. Thankfully it had just been his face in the cross fire. Ivan knew the damage a pair of knuckle dusters could do in the wrong hands, or even the right ones for that matter. Had they have gone for the ribs, he may have a fractured bone or two, putting the rest of his contracts in jeopardy. “Someone must have tipped him off, he knew I was coming.” Ivan mused, hissing as she began to work on the stitches. Eyes rolled in response to her quip, a hand then moving to lie flat over his chest. “You wound me, dear..” The pet name was one that he used often for the woman, perhaps even more so than her actual name.

Elsie tried to hide the smirk that tugged at her lips. “I’m not sure I believe you. I mean, I thought the big bad Ivan could handle anything. And now I find out you can only deal with them if they come willingly.” She whistled, shaking her head. Honestly, she still found him impressive. She knew personally the type of people they dealt with and for the male to come away with just a cut and a few grazes was admirable. “ублюдки.” The blonde muttered as she continued to work away at his stitches. A grin broke across her face as he pretended to be hurt by her words. “Don’t act like you have a heart.” She quipped back, pausing briefly as she looked up, winking at him. “и сделано”

a fucked up modern day marriage plot where a rival mob boss marries his daughter, muse a, off to muse b to calm the tension between the families. at first they hate each other, but once forced to live together, they start warming up to each other, too stubborn to let it show. then one night he comes back from an important deal gone wrong, his face is fucked up and he’s feverish and she takes care of him all night and etc etc etc…i need it?

Kai let out a low whistle, slow and mocking, as he watched her order her drink. Whiskey. Cute. Like she was trying to prove a point.

"Relax, Pia," he drawled, stretching out the name he heard her friend use as if it amused him. "I never said you had to bat your lashes at me. Trust me, sweetheart, my ego doesn't hinge on validation from girls who hate that they’re intrigued." He smirked, tapping his fingers idly against the counter.

He shifted slightly, watching her with that lazy, knowing look, like he’d already figured her out. "And yeah, I make assumptions. It’s called reading people. You walked in here already hating me, princess, so let’s not pretend this is a one-way street. I think you'll find you were the one who began with the stereotypes" He cocked his head, eyes flicking to her drink. "Whiskey, huh? Daddy’s favorite. Real original."

He leaned in just a fraction, voice dropping into something low and dry. "But hey, don't worry. I'm sure ordering the strongest thing on the menu totally proves you can ‘handle’ me." He smirked, taking a slow sip of his own drink. "Really shattering stereotypes tonight, huh?"

"i'm sorry did you want me to come in here all googly eyed for you? because that's clearly something your used to. just because girls tend to favour the bad boy i have abandonment issues card doesn't mean i'm gunna be fluttering my lashes at you. not to mention i've been here.. five minutes and you have already made countless assumptions about me when i have barely breathed a word about you, so who really is uptight here? got nothing better to do than to insult girls for kicks? 50% split on whether they can handle your sarcasm or they'll crumble but news flash.. but i am bothered by you. other than your ultimately charming conversational skills." she shifted to gaze away from him, looking around as the bartender stopped infront of her and she ordered a whisky. something she loved the taste of because her dad drank it so much it was a wholesome thing really for her. and probably the less likely option for the male next to her to make a snarky comment.

Kai watched her leave the set with a smirk, half-amused, half-pushing down his own reaction to the tension between them. He leaned back slightly, eyes following her movements, but he made no move to approach. She’d made herself clear, hadn’t she? He knew exactly what she meant when she said she wasn’t playing games, but the challenge of keeping his hands to himself was something else entirely.

He followed her retreat with a cool smile, stepping away from the set but not leaving her too far behind. He wasn’t going to make things harder for her, not right away anyway.

When she returned to the dressing area and poured herself a drink, he let the silence stretch for a beat, just long enough to make it uncomfortable. "You’re going to have to calm down eventually," Kai’s voice was low, smooth as ever, as he leaned against the doorframe, watching her. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, knowing she felt the heat from him too.

"This set’s about chemistry, right? You want me to act like I don’t already know exactly how to push all your buttons?" He pushed off the doorframe, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her, the hint of something more dangerous simmering in his tone.

"i swear.. if you do anything to mess this up.. kai, i'm serious this is important to me." she gave him a bemused tilt of her head as she smoothed her hair and ruffled the ends that had been curled. there was a coordinator on the set to put kai and pia in their first positions which had to be with pia practically in his lap.

of course any position she was going to end up in was going to remind her of the nights prior where they spent hours making eachother feel incredible. even slipping into his lap and trying to muster up some chemistry like they hadn't already met she could already hear his moans replaying in her head on a loop.

after a few minutes she was a bit stuck, because she couldn't continue anymore. "can i take five? sorry." luckily the photographer was quite understanding and pia wondered back to her dressing area to drink some water. already in a jug for her with ice and lemon she poured herself one filled to the brin as she felt like her body was on fire.

Brooke shook her head. "I can't. DJ will find out—I know he will, he always does." She replied, her voice filled with fear.

open | f/m/nb muse | trenton biggs, he/him, 35, mafia member connection | anything! could include coworker, gf/bf, ex gf/bf, best friend, fwb, stranger, rival gang member, etc (no taboo pls)

"just let me do this for you," he insisted in effort to help the other.

Zach barely spares her a glance, leaning back with his arms crossed. "Dunno, just figured I'd give you a chance to complain since you seem to love doing that," he says dryly. His tone isn't exactly cruel, but it's definitely not warm, either. He shrugs, eyes flicking away like he’s already lost interest. "But hey, if you don’t wanna talk, that works for me."

cassidy couldn't help the irritation on her face when the other was asking her what was wrong. the two hadn't gotten along and yet here they were seeming to fake sympathy for her. a brow raised as she tries to pull herself together in this moment. "why are you even asking me?" she says her voice not quite laced with venom this time - more like confusion then anything. // @littledaydreamers

Kai’s smirk faltered the second he saw the shift in her expression. He hadn’t expected that. He’d meant to rile her up, to keep their game going, not—whatever this was. Not her shutting down, withdrawing, like he’d just snuffed out the fire between them with a careless flick of his wrist.

His jaw tensed, watching her clutch her jacket, the way her lips pressed together like she was trying to hold back more than just words.

“Pia—” His voice came out rougher than he intended, but she was already looking away, already dismissing him, already convincing herself that this was over. And that—God, that didn’t sit right with him.

Before she could take a step, he reached for her wrist again, this time gentler, more deliberate. “That’s not what I meant.” A sigh left him, low and sharp, like he hated having to say this out loud. “You think I don’t—” He stopped himself, exhaling through his nose. His grip tightened just slightly, not enough to keep her there if she really wanted to go, but enough to make her listen.

“I don’t want her, you've got to know that” he admitted, quieter now, but no less intense. “We've been playing these games all night. I don’t get jealous. I don’t—” He ran a hand through his hair, looking away for half a second before locking his gaze back onto hers, something raw flickering beneath the frustration. “But then you make an appearance here in this shitty little club where you clearly stand out, and suddenly, I’m throwing punches in bars and watching every move you make like a fucking idiot.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his grip on her wrist loosened, fingers dragging down her arm before dropping away completely. His expression hardened again, but not before she caught the ghost of something else—something vulnerable, something unguarded.

“So yeah. Go back inside if that's what you want. Go find someone else to dance with.” He tilted his head slightly, dark eyes scanning her face like he memorised it. “But don’t stand here and act like it's not you that I want to take home with me tonight. That’s bullshit, and we both know it.”

of course he was going to twist it to his advantage. couldn't just outwardly admit that he was envious about the fact that she was close to another male, and that she let him kiss her as well. the fact was pia was a pretty confident person, she knew she was fortunate to be graced with good looks and she was content in herself and her own skin, however kai definitely made that waver.

the fact was, his comment didn't make her want to go out there and kiss someone else just to see if he was bluffing, oh no, it made her feel withdrawn instead. he'd officially put a stop to their little game in one fleeting sentence and he didn't even realise it. now she felt dejected and not to mention that she was even more furious with him than she was earlier, which she didn't think was possible.

"oh okay.. fine, have it your way.. you hit him because he was an asshole, right.. cos he was dancing with me, because you didn't seem to know him so that's not a very credible answer. but i am done, kai.. made it clear that i'm not exactly desireable anymore, so i'll save myself embarassment and quit while i'm ahead, hmm?"

she curved her jacket over her arm, her nostrils flaring with clear irritation as she looked away from him for a moment, lips pursed.

"have fun with your peppy little date over there."