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palm splayed out against his chest, short nails tickling his shirt as she took a deep breath before pulling away slightly. was she actually doing this .ᐣ trusting him again .ᐣ god she had to be mad, batshit insane, but something about him made her say yes. something about him pulled her back in and she wasn't mad or upset anymore. she was simply a girl, going on a date with a very very cute guy. " okay, but we're going now. work can cope for a few hours and i'm not letting you leave here. " she shot a look at her colleagues before grabbing her bag.

a laugh formed before he could stop it, just a slight huff out of him in response to her words. "yes ma'am," he saluted playfully, content to do whatever she wanted. "where are we going? clearly you have a plan, right?" a grin stretched across his lips as he glanced towards isabella, his eyes catching her own. "or are you making me do the leg work?" he didn't mind either way, truly. though he would have to work up some kind of an idea that didn't require reservations.

his apology did strike a nerve inside her. her usually strong exterior cracking slightly, her eyes doing that that she only ever does when she's rethinking her life choices. " i . . . listen i'll think about it but you need to promise not to ghost me again. it's not fair and you won't get a second chance with me. ever. understand .ᐣ " oh she was not playing around this time. not a chance.

he wasn't trying to manipulate and he wasn't trying to win her over. he just.. was asking for another chance quite honestly. a tick forming in his jaw at her seriousness, he nodded once, twice, a third time. "I won't," in truth, he had been scared. because isabelle was not like the other people that rhett spent time with. she was real. and real was something that he didn't often know how to do or participate in. he was often paid to play a part, and sometimes - often times, actually - he didn't know who he was without that. hand coming up to rest on his chest near his heart, he was quite serious when he spoke. "i promise."

he listened to the cadence of her voice, finding the lilting feminine quality of it to be quite pleasant despite himself. his defenses were failing him, his shoulders loosening the tension he always felt within castle walls. he found that his lips had stopped their curling in distaste and had found a new expression; they were lax, curling gently at the sides into a softer expression. his eyes turned sad at the mention of war, and he rested his palms along the cool window sill. "i-i tried..." carrying off, his breath left him in a rush and he shoulders sank. "when my father declared war - i tried to stop him. but stopping my father is impossible." his words soured in his mouth, tasting bitter and making his face screw up in anger. "impossible when he gets wind of something he wants; he's like a child in that way." he did not mean to say that. he still didn't trust her completely and if his words got back to his father then..

choosing quickly to not dwell on it, hoping she wouldn't either, he continued. "i love music." his words lightened him, made his usual stoic or - worse - despondent features brighten. "i took lessons when i was younger, like you with your ballet. it made me very happy."

she listened to him as best she could, her mind already going back to the war that brought them both here. ah yes, the war. the war started by men much older then them. a war that truly should not have happened. a sigh broke out from her lips as she quickly made her way over to him. hand reached out, palm against his back before she found herself embracing him. for only a moment. only to show some sort of comfort, that he truly wasn't alone. then she stepped backwards, hand pulling his so he would turn to face her.

" we are not our fathers. we will not make the same mistakes they did. that i can promise you " yet the words felt performative, like she had burned them to her memory before their wedding. thumb brushed over his skin before she let him slip out of her grip. " i'm sorry, i should have asked before touching you. "

he stiffened into her embrace. it was not because he hadn't wanted it or found it repulsive - it had just surprised him. he truly couldn't remember when the last time he'd experienced an embrace quite like hers, so kind and generous and good. this seemed to be who she was deep down; just a kind girl who wanted the best for them. his eyes fell upon her face, a bit too shy to reach her eyes so they got stuck in her golden hair, in the faint smile lines around her mouth, in the dimple present in her cheek. it was a nice sentiment - to be asked before being touched, and it soothed him. "you needn't ask me, just as long as you do not expect me to immediately welcome it. i..." carrying off, he exhaled and his brow furrowed. "i haven't experienced touch like that very often. not since.."

and here, he stopped, hesitated on how much to tell. "not since i was a child." not since he was a child and his sister was still alive to give him all the hugs he could possibly want. reaching for her hand, his hand captured the warmth of her own and he pulled gently until they were close - closer than they had been before, maybe even closer than they had ever been. here, with their height difference, he had to look down to meet her gaze. he found the closeness not suffocating like he previously would have thought he would, but comforting. it was also... his eyes trekked down to her full lips and his own parted in some sort of anticipation. "you surprise me very much, odette," he murmured, his eyes at last flickering upwards to meet her own, the tension between them pooling insistently. "you can touch me."

#( int. arturo valero & nina dukas. )#lemme know if this is okay! and lemme know if anything needs to be changed <3 #chains0flove

there are so many reasons he shouldn't be on his knees in front of nina. she's his student being the biggest reason. but he's wanted to do this since the first time they'd locked eyes in the busy classroom. he had been like a moth to a flame - trapped in eye contact with one person in a row carrying more than twenty students, in a classroom full of one hundred. so many faces and he stopped on hers. and since then it had been a series of near-misses and teasing. he wasn't stupid enough to do anything inside the classroom - even an empty one. no, instead he'd let the tension build until it threatened to explode between them. and only then did he act.

and now, here he was, her skirt trailing over his hands as he reached underneath the garment to peel her panties away from her center. when they slide down around tanned legs, he had her lift her feet to get them off. his gaze moved up to rest along her gorgeous face, his eyes capturing her own as he slid the panties into the pocket of his trousers. "i'll think about you later," he explained, his eyes never leaving her face. "i want something to remember you by." and then he was standing, crowding into her space again, their faces close, his nose picking up the perfume she wore and the products in her hair. "is that okay?" @chains0flove

alliecathayes

So, what happened after he climbed up the tower and rescued her? She rescues him right back.

PRETTY WOMAN ━ 1990 (dir. Garry Marshall)

#a need for rhett and kenna #wplot

she wasn't used to being told no, or to being walked away from. it was a strange feeling. a feeling she didn't like nor wanted to be here, in their bed chamber. odette watched him walk away, a glint of sadness in her eyes before she responded to his question. " i love music. " a small laugh " i actually used to take ballet as a kid, i'm named after one of them. my mother is obsessed. " she quickly stopped herself talking, feeling like she was over sharing but in fact she was blushing. her cheeks a rosy shade of pink, not seen under the candle light just yet.

" where do you want to start .ᐣ you know my name, my birthday, where i was born and that i love ballet. did you also know that i was against my fathers war with your kingdom .ᐣ i would have rather we were allies then you locked into a marriage you are unsure about. " and that was the truth. the truth that lingered between them. odette wasn't a fighter, not yet anyway. she was a simple princess. she enjoyed her hobbies and he enjoyed being around those she loved. she didn't want war. not now and not ever.

" oh i like you, well liked you. the months of being ghosted kind of put a stop to my feelings but i'll survive. i'm a big girl. " a hum left her lips as she got on with her work, eyes looking down at her notes before up. his question caused a laugh out of her lips. " the funding fell through for my trip to egypt so this is what i'll be doing for the next three months. costume control. could be worse, i could be cleaning coins with the interns. " she was only half joking, look she had a list and everything,

"i'm sorry, for what it's worth." and he was, truly. it seemed to be lack of communication and misunderstanding had ruined what could have been a possible friendship or even more between them. but he was persistent, and she was beautiful; a deadly combination. "go out with me again," there was a tone to his voice, slightly persuasive, pleading. his eyes turned slightly puppy-like, and he shifted until he was closer to her, listening to her explain her business here. "i'm doubly sorry for your trip to egypt - i know that has to hurt..."

instantly her guard went up once again. small frame standing from the bed where she was so carefully placed by her maids. she looked different then she did during the party, less polished, more relaxed. the air of her princess image shed, in its place an intimate image only him and those closest to her had seen her before. hair down, curls flowing against the silk fabric of her robe. doesn't he know how lucky he is compared to those who supported his rebel cause. a sigh leaving her lips as her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose, her gaze finally on his. " truth be told, i would rather you didn't pretend. i would rather marry someone who cares about me. but alas, we both don't get what we want, not in this palace. not in this life. "

feet quickly but cautiously walked towards him, hand pressed against his chest, not in a threatening way, but more in a caring way. she wanted to love him, to like him in some capacity, could they truly get to that .ᐣ " we don't have to do this. not tonight anyway. if you would rather i leave you for the night, just say. "

it was... difficult.. to think with her so close. some of the perfume she wore was still in his nose from being around her all night, and whatever was leftover in her hair and on her neck spilled into the small space between them. he was not used to kindness so readily given - it set his teeth on edge. and he had little experience with accepting that kindness for what it was. it was sad, he thought. he wondered if she could feel his too-fast heartbeat from under her palm - another byproduct of the sickness he'd suffered from as a child but also.. just doubled from her proximity. it was easier to speak when she wasn't so close as well, and whilst he was listening to her words, he was also looking. looking at her, at her seemingly kind eyes and her full lips. breaking away hastily from her, he turned, his brow furrowing in frustration and disappointment at his reaction.

his feet took him away from her, towards a window adjacent to the bed. for a moment, he stared at his reflection there, tired and distant even from himself, before he looked out towards the land. "do you like music?" it was an odd question, out of place in the current topic, but it was important to him. "you do not have to leave.." he answered the unspoken question earlier, his head bowed, curls falling into his face. "maybe it is better if we try.. not to hate each other... but i do not know you; not really. nor you me. maybe we should remedy that?"

hand rested on her hip, clearly not happy with his presence in her show room. eyebrow raising at his words as she scoffed, moving over to a display, fixing the mannequins costume just slightly before sighing and looking up at him. " its been months. you could have called before today or did you forget about me until today .ᐣ either way i'm not interested in being second place. to anyone or anything. " yet she would take him back in a heartbeat if he asked. but isabella was always like that with men, constantly craving their attention. needing them around her to feel validated. she knew it was wrong but she couldn't help it.

"you're not easy to forget," he replied easily enough, meaning the words. she had been on his mind since that night, it's just - "i didn't think you liked me though, to be honest." a sheepish grin snuck onto his features, his eyes lingering over her mouth and, then, her eyes in lingering succession. "but i saw you from the window and... you're not easy to ignore." shrugging, he glanced towards the display of one of the things she had obviously been working on, his interest shifting to her work rather than her face. "this all your doing?" he pointed to the exhibit.

@egotistival has asked for a starter

a sigh left her lips as the doors to her, well their bed chamber opened. blonde stood up, greeting her now, new husband fingers already fumbling with the tie on her rob. tonight was never going to be easy ; their wedding night. a night that should be happy and joyful but for them, it was a prison sentence. odette nodded at the maids leaving before they were left in silence once more. " can you at least pretend to like me for one day .ᐣ we have to get through this, regardless of what either one of us is thinking right now. "

warmth spilled into the room from the lit fireplace stationed on one of the walls, but he'd always ran a bit hot - a side effect of a deadly illness he'd had as a boy - so he shrugged off his cloak. running a hand through curls, feeling frazzled and not the least bit irritated at the events he'd had to endure, tristan sighed and closed his eyes. he had a slight headache, senses overwhelmed by the procedural fashion of their marriage and the party that had followed, and a tick formed in his jaw at the words. "you want me to pretend?" how much of his life had he already spent performing? he glanced towards her, dark eyes taking in this enigma that he still hadn't figured out. "what would you have me do then, sweetheart?" and there was no contention in the moniker he'd given her, but instead he was quite a good actor. there was no wry grin on his features, no hint of hatred, just this; a tiredness that seemed to seep into his gaze and his shoulders. "shall i take you to bed? that's what's expected, correct?" he knew it was, and while he didn't dread it, there was the fact that he hated the upperlands in totality.

open to. ; everyone storyline ; our muses went on one date, it bombed and now isabella see's them months later in the museum she works in.

hand pulling her hair out of her face, a small sigh leaving her lips as she watched the other effortlessly float through her life once more. god, why her .ᐣ no seriously, why isabella .ᐣ can't you torture someone else .ᐣ " you hate museums. why are you here .ᐣ "

rhett hadn't entered a single museum in so long that it felt like something akin to relief when he was finally within its walls. his mother had owned a gallery in upper manhattan; she had friends in this sector, this circle of the world. if his presence got back to her... but he'd seen her in the window, fought a grin, and decided that the risk had been worth it to be in her orbit again. but inside, memories rushed forth of the caretaker of their house taking him to natural science and history museums, the aquarium, numerous art museums flashed through his mind. he used to find presence here, had learned so many beautiful things, and is had seemed out of reach for so long. who knew, it only took a woman for him to find the courage.. "maybe i'm here for you," his smile turned playful, and he shook his head. "i never said i hated them." he hadn't said he hated them, not exactly. just that they had the potential to bring forth old ghosts.

added new chara's over 35 to my muse list !! if you're interested in any of them, lemme know by liking or sending me a dm !! i have some basic little things about each of them but nothing too terribly concrete or fleshed out.

dakota johnson // kenna williams // escort (lesbian)

pedro pascal // artero valero // professor (hetero)

brandon sklenar // brian crawford // ranch hand (hetero)

amanda seyfried // kate shepherd // housewife (closeted lesbian)

claudia doumit // leyla // mutant (lesbian)

paul anthony kelly // rhett henry // escort (hetero)

tessa thompson // cassie james // werewolf (lesbian)

michelle pfeiffer // beth caine // housewife (closeted lesbian)

kelly reilly // katherine 'kat' o'reilly // ranch owner (lesbian)

jessica chastain // cassandra 'sandra' o'reilly // psychologist (lesbian)

#indie rp #lesbian rp

thinking of bringing in some older muses…

margoterobbies

DAKOTA JOHNSON as LUCY MATERIALISTS (2025) — dir. Celine Song

#wopp #toplay

bupagentkent

If we ship something (or our characters otherwise have a very developed relationship romantic or not) know that I definitely want to talk about it. All the time. I am totally willing to talk headcanons, scenarios, do plotting, all of that– but I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy by bringing our muses’s relationship up. I just want to know that if I do talk about that sort of stuff with our characters that I don’t come off as annoying… Or seem like all that I’m thinking about is our ship. If you do let me know it’s okay to talk about it whenever, though, totally expect me to send you anything I think of when it comes to our muses relationship! There’d certainly be no shortage of things to talk about. I just want to make sure that you’re just as engaged in it as I am.

#YES YES YES

ungratcful

“nice to know i’m not the only one whose mother insisted to make us do something we probably didn’t wanna do in the first place,” iris hummed in response, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger as she spoke. “and whose fault is that?” she challenged, deciding to go at the situation head on— even if her tone was light and teasing, the words still held weight to them.

watching the vibe shift in the woman, iris’ tongue darted out to swipe across her bottom lip, her eyes following linh’s gaze that was simultaneously locked on both her and their surroundings with pinpoint accuracy in that same way it always was. “am i? or are you just saying that because the conversation’s uncomfortable and you want a way out?” another challenge. iris had always lacked a filter, and if something was on her mind it usually left her mouth shortly after with not much regard for consequence. this was no different.