unearthed.

darling, i wouldn't sell the world for all the gold and sterling. if it falls, i would hold on for all it's worth.

[lobotomiize]

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written by allison - 30 - she/her - est tz

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[siinsationals]

Open to: F/M (selective) Plot: Just him making his partner watch themselves in a mirror

"Don't do that," Nic chided as he reached for their chin, forcing their face up so that they couldn't avoid the mirror directly in front of them. Shifting his position on the bed, Nic pressed his chest more firmly against their back, thumb rubbing against the skin of their jawline before pressing his lips to the shell of an ear. "You're going to look at yourself for me, I want you to see just how good you look when you fall apart. If you look away, then I stop. Are we clear?" His hand slipped down to rest at the base of their throat as Nic's other hand slapped at the inside of their thigh, waiting for a response.

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her next breath came out quivering. her head moved to bow instinctively, but nic's grasp kept it firmly in place. a hot blush crept across her skin as she met her own gaze in the mirror. at home, she avoided them, picked apart what she saw looking back. she didn't want to look. but even as his hand lowered, freeing her jaw, she kept her eyes laser-focused on the sight before her.

she took it all in—the sweat that glimmered in the indents of her curves, the spark in her eyes that betrayed fear or excitement or both. and the rough hands that claimed her body so casually, a persistent reminder that the choices she made here would have consequences.

she squirmed a little, exposing the most sensitive parts of her inner thigh, quietly enjoying the sensation of his hand meeting them. for just a moment her eyes fluttered closed, before another smack reminded her of the order she'd been given. she looked back at her reflection and hummed. "we're clear."

[honeymccnave]

open to . . . m / w / nb. muses 30+ muse . . . catalina coronado, 30-32, popstar/television personality based out of latin america. an even mixture of glam and tortured artist. camila morrone/priscilla quintana fc. plot . . . open to any close relationship (romantic, platonic). our muses are on vacation together, but y/m catches catalina beginning to spiral. she's likely in her feelings due to work related stuff or it could be relationship issues.

"Mierda-" the curse was muttered under her breath, hopefully out of the other's earshot. The cigarette in her hands was quickly (and clumsily) put out and shoved into an ashtray. It was probably no use since they'd already caught her smoking, knowing very well she shouldn't have been. Her body tensed uncomfortably against the railing of the balcony because she knew there wasn't an easy way out. "I thought I told you not to worry about me-" Catalina chose to simply act like nothing happened. Her body turned towards the view of the ocean, gaze fixated on the calm waves. It was easier to lie and bury her feelings when she didn't have to look directly at them. "I'm just sunbathing. Looking at the ocean. Reconnecting with the earth for once."

[lobotomiize]

taylor wasn't surprised by catalina's reaction as they slipped through the door to the stateroom's balcony. they'd tried to be quiet, but she could always hear their footsteps coming from a mile away. "you did tell me not to worry. i know what that means. and i know what this means," they said, plucking the cigarette out of the ashtray. they fumbled around in the pocket of their jeans for a moment, eventually coming back with a lighter to start the cigarette back up.

they didn't want to admit it, but they'd suggested the cruise as a band-aid, a distraction from the problems between them that they couldn't seem to fix. but it had only seemed to highlight them instead.

they took a long drag. "look, i know we've been kind of... at each other's throats since we boarded. and i don't want you to think that i want to hurt you." a long pause. "this was supposed to be a good time. i thought it would bring us together."

[illusionxwrites]

"fortunately, you are one hell of an actress." it was true; quentin was elated when he found out he'd been cast alongside her. honestly, he'd always had a little bit of a crush on her, before he ever met her, just based on her talent alone. hopefully he hadn't come across too star-crossed - or too cocky. it made him feel better about himself to be paired with someone of her caliber, like he was worthy.

"a secret..." he paused, thoughtful. something worthy of her time and attention, not too simple, but he didn't want to bare his soul either - doubted that anything too big would come up during this PR relationship. "oh, god. when i first started out, i was desperate for anything to prove myself - you know how it is." a smile played on his lips but he was clearly embarrassed by what he was about to reveal. "i, uh, took this role in a short film without reading the script, just needed the money, and... long story short, there's about a minute long sequence of my bare ass just floating out on the internet somewhere."

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vienna was no stranger to praise for her performances, and yet she felt her cheeks flush with a hint of pink. she shrugged. "i have a good memory and a flair for the dramatic." truthfully, when they started this project she'd been pleased to be cast alongside someone not quite as known as she was. she liked to be the star, after all. but quentin had quickly proven himself to shine just as bright. "they're right, by the way. our viewers will eat it up."

her eyes bored into him as he told his story, waiting patiently for the reveal, and then she tossed her head back in laughter. "wait, a full minute? are you dancing? is it like a cinematic panorama? i need more details. actually, no—i just need to track down this film." she raised an eyebrow, and her tone turned teasing. "unless you're keeping it a secret for a reason. what, you don't want me to see your ass?"

[constellxti0ns]

silence fell for a moment as darcy fought the urge to smirk a little bigger at kaya's comment, her eyes still locked onto her, not daring to look away. "all that was was great sex," she made note, but definitely couldn't stop the way her heart picked up a little when she noticed kaya take a couple steps towards her. "doesn't mean that we are going to end up together," she continued as she shifted from one foot to the other, this time fighting the temptation to take a couple steps closer herself. "also cute that you think there is going to be a next time," though who was she kidding? they both knew that they'd most likely end up in bed together again, it was kind of inevitable because kaya definitely had a hold on her.

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it would be a lie for kaya to say she wasn't frustrated right now. she wasn't lacking companionship—if she wanted an easy catch for the night, it wouldn't be darcy on the other end of the line. but she didn't want easy. she wanted the fight, wanted this dance that they went through every time. the end always justified the means, but the banter itself was half the fun. still, she'd felt something shift the last time they were together, a small part of her that wondered what it would be like to have all of darcy. she'd barely noticed this shift herself, but it was clear the other woman could sense it.

when she spoke, irritation sharpened her words. "if you want to give up the great sex we've been having, that's your prerogative, babe." and click. but she wasn't done. in a moment, she closed the gap between them, her gaze fixed on darcy's. a sweet smile played on her lips as she approached.

once she came to a stop, she lifted a hand to the side of darcy's face. her fingers brushed across the woman's hairline, her eyes following their path. "it would be a shame, though," she murmured, "you're so pretty when i unravel you." the smile faded into a smirk, and she shrugged, ready to turn away or at least pretend to.

[velvetdesirez]

"And you know I hate sneaking in and out line a thief. But here we still are." He said to her with a charming smile. The truth was he had purposely made her wait because he knew how much she hated waiting and he always enjoyed getting under her skin. It was one of his favourite things to do and he loved every time they were together. She was like a drug he couldn't get enough off. It didn't matter to him that she was married , the only thing that mattered to him was how much he needed her and how he would do anything for her.

"Did you have a nice night with your husband?" He asked her in a low voice as he leaned in towards her. His fingers traced against her jaw and his eyes fell on her lips. Even now in the dark of the night with the clock striking four in the morning. The only thing that mattered to him was her as he leaned in towards her with a charming smile, until their lips were barely inches apart from each other.

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even as annoyance still glinted in her eyes, whitney melted into hunter's touch. it was hard to focus on the words as she felt his skin against hers, even harder once her gaze focused on that familiar smile. but the question was an easy one to answer.

a hunger filled her as he got closer and closer. the distance, the gap between them, hung even heavier in the air as it dwindled to almost nothing. she wanted to close it so badly, to be the one to give in and show him the hold he had on her. but she spoke instead. "i always have a nice night with him. and i still spend every night thinking of you."

she stood, a little unsteady on her feet from the night cap she'd been sipping on. she didn't need alcohol to want hunter. no, her mind and body craved him all on their own. but it gave her the courage to act, and god, she wanted to act. she raised one hand, letting her fingers play with his hair for a moment before tightening her grip at the back of his head. "if we're going to keep playing twenty questions, there are some things i would love to learn about you. just remember—show, don't tell."

[lobotomiize]

open to: all, 21+

by any normal measure, whitney and her husband had just had the perfect night. a romantic dinner, drinks at the bar where they'd first met, some much-needed alone time... she knew any other woman would be grateful that her partner had put it all together for their anniversary.

inside, in the living room, the cuckoo clock struck four in the morning. upstairs, in the bedroom, her husband slept comfortably through. but outside, seated on their back porch, whitney could hear it, and it meant more to her than an alert that she was up too late.

it was a couple minutes yet before she saw her lover's silhouette slinking through the back gate. her lips pursed. "you know i don't like to be kept waiting."

[constellxti0ns]

⟡ open: w/m/nb ⟡ muse: darcy karim - mid twenties - bartender & costume designer - bisexual - she/her ⟡ plot: our muses constantly banter/flirt a ridiculous amount whenever they see each other when they are out, and although feelings a definitely growing, darcy doesn't want to admit to them. they've definitely hooked up a few times.

a slow smirk began to pull across darcy's lips as she held eye contact with the other across the room. "it's cute you think we actually stand a chance, but like i've said multiple times, you and i are never going to happen." though deep down darcy definitely couldn't resist the other, no matter how much she tried to deny her feelings.

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kaya wasn't used to rejection—when she got the sense that someone wanted her, she was usually right. and in spite of darcy's words, she had a feeling this was no different.

"it didn't feel like ' never ' last time." she took just a step or two closer to where darcy stood, the movement almost instinctive, a familiar magnetism pulling her in. "and it's not going to feel like it next time, either."

[illusionxwrites]

if he could have gotten any more embarrassed, he would have in that moment. quentin hated that he wasn't very good at this - interacting with people without being someone who slid over his words. he wanted to be cool and casual, but at least he was sincere, he had that going for him. "no, i- oh my gosh." he gave up on an explanation; she got it, he thought.

he scooted closer to her, peering at the email. a quick scan and then it was gone - he probably had the same email somewhere in his inbox, but managing his correspondence was another weakness of his. "oh, yes, i'm sure you're quite awful behind the scenes." he teased with a soft laugh. vienna had been amazing to him so far and while he thought she was a great actress, he didn't think that she was willing to put on a performance for this long. "well. i'm in if you are. but wouldn't it be pretty embarrassing if we get caught?" he was still quite new on the scene, and one scandal could really tank his career before it got off the ground. "we'll have to be pretty comfortable with each other, won't we?"

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"i guess that means we'd have to put on a convincing show." vienna chewed one cheek, though the other side of her mouth was still smirking. honestly, she wasn't sure why she was considering the proposition that had been given to them. she didn't worry as much about embarrassing herself as she worried about letting herself be controlled. her publicist always had hated her autonomy, but she rarely gave into the demands suggestions.

still... that didn't mean she couldn't make the choice to go along with the plans.

vienna shifted, turning to face him now that he sat beside her. "you make a good point. if we want to put on a good show, we need to know our lines, right?" her gaze studied him for a moment, and a fleeting thought passed through that these were lines she wouldn't mind getting to know better. "so tell me a secret."

[illusionxwrites]

"oh," he half-laughed at her words, taken off guard. "uh, thank you?" it was a compliment, technically. "i don't think it would harm me either, of course. you're a beautiful woman, i would be very lucky to be in a relationship with you..." quentin felt his face burning, cringing internally at how he stumbled over his words. he was good with words when other people wrote them, not when they came pouring out of his own brain. "have you done this before? i don't know what the expectations would be."

[lobotomiize]

vienna trilled out a soft laugh at his words. she'd known from the beginning of their project together that quentin was a sweet guy, but a compliment clearly really brought it out of him. "if i didn't know better, i'd think you were coming on to me."

her focus shifted to answering his question, and she turned her phone to face him, an email lighting up the screen. "i don't know how much planning we'll have to do... looks like they already have an itinerary for us." she clicked the phone off, launching them back into the softer lighting of the room around them. "i guess the expectations are the same as the expectations for our day job... be where we're supposed to be and make it believable. and once the cameras are off, we can be as awful to each other as we want." a wide grin spread across her face at that.

[pearlsnperfume]

zoe tried her hardest to stay upright, though one hand next to her hip held onto the doorway. eyes slightly widened as soon as the door swung open, fuck . . she hadn't prepared anything, hadn't even expected herself to be standing there, but seven tequila shots later and here she was. " well, i was in the neighborhood ! " lie.

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emma observed zoe's stance, her breath, and took in the excuse that tumbled smoothly out of her mouth. another lie. "i don't really care if you were in the neighborhood or if you walked a thousand miles to get here. i don't want to see you sober, never mind like this." she took a step back, ready to shut the door, then rethought it. "you have thirty seconds to tell me why you're here." just for curiosity's sake. right?

[unyiielding]

plot: emina is photographing a wedding and one of the guests is the one that got away. she had to spend the day seeing her ex loved up with someone else.

connection ideas: her ex, the new girlfriend of her ex, her current boyfriend, a random wedding guest (gimme chemistry pls)

closing the door behind her, emina snuck into the kitchen. the festivities were taking place in the backyard; the ceremony quite lavish despite its location. she needed a break from all of the tears of joy and laughter. the brunette shut the window to muffle the sounds. lean shoulders hunched forward as she rested her palms on the counter. all the wind had been knocked out of her sails. hours of holding back the floodgates made her mocha hues glaze over. like most days, her job today consisted of taking candid shots of wedding guests. normally, their faces were meaningless; nothing more than features to be examined. eyes too close together, noses protruding from their side profile too much — but one face lingered in her mind. one set of hands wrapped around another's waist. one pair of eyes gazing with adoration, but not at her. with a sigh, her voice was flat. "i need a fucking dri—" she turned to see someone standing behind her. "oh." she was quiet for a beat, the vulnerability of being seen in a moment of weakness momentarily paralyzing her. "sorry. i was... looking for the bathroom."

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the first few times she'd laid eyes on the wedding's photographer, she'd written off the strange, longing glances as a coincidence. the woman was just in a bad mood or something. right? but two hours into the reception, the tension had become too heavy to ignore—the same tension she could now feel rolling off of her own boyfriend like steam. serra didn't know much about her beloved's ex, and she liked it that way. as far as she had always been concerned, there was no ex. but it was becoming more and more clear that as long as this woman was around, she would have to fight for her boyfriend's attention. and she hated that.

she approached from behind, analyzing the defeated sigh as it left emina's mouth. if she was looking for the right time to strike, she'd found it. she offered no smile as the woman spoke.

"are you sure there's not something else you're looking for?" she asked sharply. her gaze honed in on emina's and held it. "i would be a little bit more careful if i were you."

[illusionxwrites]

open to all

"a pr relationship?" quentin questioned with a shocked look on his face. he knew that actors still did them, of course, but he never imagined he would be asked to start a fake relationship with his costar. "i mean.. is this what you want? would you even be okay with this?"

[lobotomiize]

vienna gave quentin a small, indifferent shrug. "want is a strong word." she settled back into her seat next to him, a gentle smirk beginning to grace her lips. "i do enough acting on-screen... but i doubt it would do me much harm for everyone to think i'm fucking my hotter, younger co-star."

[lobotomiize]

open to: f/m/nb, 21+ muse: lydia mathers, 37, unemployed connection: (ex-)partner, (ex-)best friend

"you don't want me, you want some fairy-tale version of me that doesn't exist. and i'm not going to be that for you."

[lobotomiize]

open to: f/m/nb, 21+ muse: emma cordero pérez, 26, zamboni driver connection: some kind of toxic ex situation

"don't you think it's a little late to be knocking on my door?"

[beingalones]

open starter for m/w/nb plot: friends to lovers except your muse is in denial and they both suck at communicating for danica.

"that's not how i treat my friends."

[lobotomiize]

"if you're trying to say that you don't want to be friends anymore, just say it. i'm not made of glass," she lied. "but trying to decipher what the hell is going on here is driving me crazy."

[velvctstatic]

open to: f/m

based on this

Whether or not Sienna should have expected them to be there, she didn't. She reached for the shot that rested ahead of her and held it between her fingers as she glared to the other. "What're you doing here?" She huffed lowly, then tilted her head back as she swiftly downed the alcohol.

[lobotomiize]

marisol should've been sleeping, but it was her sister's birthday, and she'd been roped into a night out; not that it took much convincing. the promise of alcohol after a stressful week was enough to get her rsvp. the potential to run into her sister's best friend sweetened the deal.

it was nearing last call and a majority of the bar's patrons had gone home, but she found herself reentering after loading her sister into an uber and smoking half a cigarette. her heart rate picked up almost imperceptibly when she spotted sienna still perched on her barstool, though not from shock. it was exactly what she'd expected—and wanted—to find inside.

she'd barely gotten settled in a few stools down from the other woman before she heard her voice. she let out a low chuckle at the question. "i'm drinking," she said with a sickly sweet sarcasm. her gaze shifted to catch the bartender's, and she nodded to the empty shot glass in front of sienna. "two of whatever that was... please and thank you."