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penned by ron. 30. she/her. muses. wanted plots. wanted opposites.
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 i’ll come to you for plotting/starters?
matthew tench (jack innanen fc) — twenty7. assistant teacher. pinterest.
ares brassard (jordi webber fc) — thirty. president’s son. pinterest.
dylan palmer (ruby cruz fc) — twenty6. drummer. pinterest.
victor salazar (andre lamoglia fc) — twenty8. facilitator. pinterest.
vincent truman (paul anthony kelly fc) — thirty2. chief creative officer. pinterest.
asher holbrook (leo woodall fc) — twenty9. mechanic. pinterest.
william dumont (shawn hatosy fc) — fifty. marchand. pinterest.
raleigh “lee” cassidy (tyriq withers fc) — twenty7. boxer. pinterest.
peter yeong (charles melton fc) — thirty5. doctor. pinterest.
what if i said i have a bunch of new test muses? and if you like this post i’ll come to you for plotting/starters?
matthew tench (jack innanen fc) — twenty7. assistant teacher. pinterest.
ares brassard (jordi webber fc) — thirty. president’s son. pinterest.
dylan palmer (ruby cruz fc) — twenty6. drummer. pinterest.
victor salazar (andre lamoglia fc) — twenty8. facilitator. pinterest.
vincent truman (paul anthony kelly fc) — thirty2. chief creative officer. pinterest.
asher holbrook (leo woodall fc) — twenty9. mechanic. pinterest.
william dumont (shawn hatosy fc) — fifty. marchand. pinterest.
raleigh “lee” cassidy (tyriq withers fc) — twenty7. boxer. pinterest.
peter yeong (charles melton fc) — thirty5. doctor. pinterest.
what if i said i have a bunch of new test muses? and if you like this post i’ll come to you for plotting/starters?
matthew tench (jack innanen fc) — twenty7. assistant teacher. pinterest.
ares brassard (jordi webber fc) — thirty. president’s son. pinterest.
dylan palmer (ruby cruz fc) — twenty6. drummer. pinterest.
victor salazar (andre lamoglia fc) — twenty8. facilitator. pinterest.
vincent truman (paul anthony kelly fc) — thirty2. chief creative officer. pinterest.
asher holbrook (leo woodall fc) — twenty9. mechanic. pinterest.
william dumont (shawn hatosy fc) — fifty. marchand. pinterest.
raleigh “lee” cassidy (tyriq withers fc) — twenty7. boxer. pinterest.
peter yeong (charles melton fc) — thirty5. doctor. pinterest.
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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“ oh, god, no— ” she realizes he might have misinterpreted the shock on her face, features immediately softening with a shake of her head, “ it’s not that. ” she’s only surprised, and relieved, an indescribable respite blooming in her chest at the sight of him — alive and at her doorstep. “ i was just surprised to see you, that’s all. ” stepping back, she opens the door wider, encouraging him into her space.
"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."
his question stumps her a little, though she doesn’t reveal the bemusement on her features. he might have halted his notes, but they were still in a dressing room full of people — her makeup artist, hairstylist, agent, publicist. fully aware she was still expected to give an answer that would be deemed satisfactory. “ halloway’s an amazing director, ” one of the best in the industry, “ i’ll take any opportunity to work with him. ” her response sounds a bit rehearsed, and knowing wells, he’s bound to see right through it. so she’ll make an indirect request for everyone else in the trailer to step out, “ i’d like to catch up with my friend. ” she reaches over to give his hand a squeeze, acknowledging him with a winning smile. “ why don’t we take a ten ? ”
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."
she’s frozen in her spot, features twisted into a panic-struck look that depicts her anxieties on full display. never one to deceive, with a guarded upbringing shielding and confining her worldview, she reassures the other with certitude, “ i won’t. i promise i won’t tell anybody. you don’t have to worry about me. ” perhaps it’s her nerves prompting her to ramble more than usual, her concerned gaze falling upon mikey’s hand which appears to have been wounded amidst the act. “ but, are you okay ? ”
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."
another sting of her dismissal, another kick in the teeth, as julien repudiates their relationship — if she could even call it that. it becomes painfully clear in that moment the two of them held the events that transpired on different levels of importance. to her ? special. close to her heart. cherished. but to julien ? perhaps it had meant nothing. it’s a hard pill to swallow, but it wouldn’t be the first time she’s misplaced her affection, prone to loving a thing that didn’t love her back. an emotional masochism of sorts, like she needed it to hurt to know it was real. “ right, ” she acknowledges her own misuse of the word, “ i didn’t mean it .. like that. i just meant, i’m okay, to go on and— ” pretend. act like nothing ever happened. words that get stuck in her throat as she becomes achingly conscious of how to approach this while minimizing the setbacks. “ it’ll be strictly professional. you’ll be provided with everything you need, ” money, meals, accommodation, “ for the next eight months. ” she finds julien’s eyes, a silent plea reflected behind her own gaze. “ i really want you to join us, julien. we all do. ”
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."
wants to tell him maybe he shouldn’t really feel sorry for her, that she wasn’t even sure what she’d been looking for after all these years. a death certificate? a father who had abandoned his two children without thinking twice? the new family he’d built while they had to live with his absence? none of the answers really made her feel better when it came down to it. “it’s actually quite pathetic going around and asking about a man no one seems to know, i don’t think i’ll miss that” shrugs her shoulder, picking on a napkin before tearing it apart in the middle. “it was fun for a while,” living outside the limits of their hometown, meeting people that didn’t know her brother before they knew her. meeting people who didn’t see her as the girl left behind or the girl raised by her brother — even when they shared the same age. “meeting new people and seeing new places, that’s fun” continues, trailing off to his comment, tongue wetting her lips as she pulls some air in. “why would you get in the way?” it’s honest, and she regrets it when realization waves through her, pink heats her cheeks once again and there’s a slight shake of head. “i wasn’t really focusing on that” shrugs her shoulders, straightening in the kitchen chair and, for a split moment, wishing patrick would back in to serve as a buffer. but then, she wants to ask what exactly he means by that; if he’d been going out with someone while she was gone, if he was in love. “seemed like you and patrick were just fine without me, i was getting a little jealous” forces a laugh up her throat, smile poised though there’s something warm blooming in her chest. “i’m happy to be back too, though”
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?"
“oh no, i’m not hungry.” in fact, the thought of eating right now sort of makes her feel ill. “i’ll… i’ll find a new place as soon as i can, i promise. i won’t bother you for long, i just couldn’t go back to my parents.” 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, she’s paying the price. because when has anything in este’s life ever gone her way? still, she knows she’d rather be homeless than live with those people again. “you won’t even know i’m here.”
"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."
"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 spotlight 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?"