[newsboy]

       𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 , 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 , 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑰𝑻 . . .

[fadingfloral]

closed starter: roman blackwood & @newsboy.

plot: based on this (last point).

" you know, i remember you saying last time was going to the be last time. you missed me that much? "

[newsboy]

         “ and i remember telling you that you needed to stop thinking everything was about you. that was the day we broke up, too. ” there’s no real heat behind the words, the curve of her mouth making it pretty clear that she was just teasing. “ i’m only here because our dads love having their old boys club, but you already knew that. ” they’re standing a little too close — closer than what was wise, most likely — and she lifts a hand to let it rest against his chest, patting once, twice as if to console. “ i can see why you’re projecting, though. guess i can let it slide for today. ”

[dirtyauthority]

"can it wait?" ravi echoed back, gently scratching the side of his face. "i-i get it. you're probably exhausted...but how long are we going to avoid this conversation?"

[newsboy]

         “ what conversation? there’s nothing we need to talk about. ” it’s a poor attempt at deflection if she’s ever seen one, and she finds that she can barely hold his gaze without feeling as if she was crawling out of her skin. “ and i’m glad you’re letting me crash, but i’ll be out of your hair soon, if that’s what you were worried about. ” it wasn’t, not really, and they both knew it — but she’ll be damned if she’s the first to crack. pretending felt safer somehow, made everything less real ; and if she tried hard enough, she might even get herself to believe that it was all just a fucked-up dream.

[distantdreameds]

open to all genders. plot : chase and your muses are exes, who are trying the whole "just friends" thing, and are failing miserably

❝ didn't you have a date tonight? bringing him here would be in bad taste, doesn't do a lot for the codependency allegations we have going around right now. my therapist would probably laugh in my face. ❞

[newsboy]

         “ you told your therapist about me? ” there’s an exaggerated gasp following the words, and she’s putting a hand on her chest as if she’s moved. “ way to make a girl feel special, axford. if i didn’t know better, i’d think you used to have feelings for me. oh wait — ” here she pauses, trying and failing not to laugh ; and it’s a little too soon, maybe, but she’s trying to brute force her way into normalcy the only way she knows how. “ but to answer the question — no, i don’t. i mean, i did, but he had to take a rain check. something about chel night with the boys? whatever that means. right after i took the day off from work, too. which kinda sucks, but . . . ” she trails off, then, letting the shrug speak for itself.

[distantdreameds]

open to all genders. plot : margo and your muse are in a hot and cold situationship, messy messy messy and she lives to make them jealous

❝ you don't own me. i'm not your girlfriend, so i can go home with whoever i want. god knows if you had found someone else to take home tonight, you wouldn't even notice if i was still here or not. ❞

[newsboy]

         “ never said i did. ” he responds, painfully blasé, the tight set of his jaw being the only indication that it bothered him at all. “ just thought you should know that he’s the type who gets around. a lot. more than the average guy in this hellhole, probably. ” he lets the words stew, just a bit, before pressing on. “ but hey, whoever you wanna go home with? that’s your business. just thought you should be able to make an informed decision. ”

[nick-galitzines]

KARINA 260206

[newsboy]

plots that have been done to death ( but i want them anyway )

›   muse a is a hothead who can’t stop getting into fights and muse b disapproves but continues to patch them up every single time without fail ›   muse a is a bodyguard and they’ve been given the unfortunate task of looking after muse b, the quintessential rich kid who stays out too late and parties too hard ›   muse a and muse b are actors who used to date and they’ve recently been cast in the same film or show ›   muse a and muse b are roommates who are so domestic but it’s all very much platonic, they swear ›   muse a and muse b hit it off while on vacation and they try to make the most out of what little time they have before summer ends ›   a pr relationship, starring : muse a, an actor or musician who’s famous for their craft and for being an ass, and muse b, a media darling ›   alternatively : a pr relationship featuring two muses who are just straight up nightmares to work with

[cozysafe]

the laugh that escaped her was short and incredulous, the corners of her mouth lifting despite herself as she stared back at him. of all the arguments she'd expected him to make, you meme-ified me hadn't even crossed her mind. "okay, that," she said, pointing at him for only a second before letting her hand fall again, "has got to be one of the most chronically online sentences i've ever heard." the amusement lingered for exactly as long as it took to realize he wasn't joking. her smile faded into something closer to exasperation, though the disbelief never quite left her expression. "gabe, you're acting like i announced your full government name on the air and told everyone where to go find you. i told a story. i didn't tell people your last name, where you work, your blood type⸺nothing." she gave a small, dismissive wave of her hand. "as far as anyone listening knows, you're just some guy i went on a few dates with who had an unfortunate run-in with dairy." a beat passed before she added, unable to help herself, "which, by the way, you told me because you thought it was funny." her brows lifted as she continued, talking over him before he could interrupt. "and yes, it happened last week. that's because it happened to me last week. i host a dating segment, gabe. i talk about the people i'm dating. if i waited three years to tell every story, i'd have listeners calling in asking when i started an ancient history podcast." she folded her arms then, shifting her weight onto one hip as she watched him, unable to decide whether he was genuinely serious or just catastrophizing for the sake of it. "and this whole 'people are going to call me mr. cheese touch' thing?" another quiet laugh slipped free this time. "you have way more faith in my audience than i do. half of them couldn't tell you what i talked about three days ago, let alone recognize some random dude from one story because he showed up on my instagram." she paused only long enough to let that settle before giving a small, dismissive shrug. "and let's say⸺for the sake of the world's most dramatic hypothetical⸺someone somehow figures out you're the cheese guy. then what?" her weight shifted onto one him as she watched him. "they point at their phone and go, 'oh my god, that's him! that's dairy boy!'⸺no, they wouldn't. they'd laugh and then they'd move on. it's not like your life is going to end because someone figures out you are mr. cheese touch."

[newsboy]

         “ why are you saying that like it’s a dig? of course i’m chronically online. like, it’s normal, dude. it’s so normal. you know who isn’t chronically online? spinsters. do you expect me to have the internet habits of an eighty-year-old woman from rural idaho? do you want to go out with someone who has their font size set to max? i don’t think so. ” he fires back, and he knows that’s neither here nor there, but god forbid anyone ever discusses his screen time. he sounds ridiculous, probably, and she was certainly looking at him like he was — but for all the talking they’ve been doing, he got the sense that she still wasn’t getting it, and he moves to say as much. “ you have to understand that the whole thing wasn’t actually funny to me, right? like, i don’t think you get that. it was pretty fuckin’ uncomfortable, actually, like i had cheese everywhere and i didn’t have a change of clothes so i had to borrow a spare uniform from jonesy that hasn’t been washed like — two years, probably, and i had to walk around in it for six hours because of course this happened super early into my shift. it wasn’t funny, dude. i just told the story in a funny way because i thought it would make you laugh. like i don’t mind embarrassing myself if it’s for you. it’s just everyone else that i’ve got an issue with, dude. and yeah, yeah, they don’t know it’s me, but i know they’re just absolutely cheesin’ — oh, goddammit. no, that pun was not intentional, and no, you are not allowed to point it out. line in the sand. i’m drawing it. it’s right here. ” he fixes her with a look, gaze intent, wordlessly daring her to mention it — and then he heaves a sigh, woefully unimpressed. “ they would one hundred percent point at their little phones and say, ‘ hey, that’s the dude who bagged the hot chick from the radio and didn’t have enough sense to go around without smelling like cheese ’. they’d post about it, too. and they’d find my instagram. and my mom’s. next thing you know, it’s thanksgiving and we haven’t spoken in months, but my roblox-addicted nephew is still calling me uncle parmy john. ” most of it is spoken in a single breath somehow, so he takes his time to collect himself before he can even think to continue ; and he exhales when he does, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “ i mean, you could just talk about shit from three years ago and just say it’s recent, you know? like, if it’s embarrassing, leave me out of it. of course, if you wanna tell them that i’m like — an absolute specimen, then who am i to stop you, but dude. ”

[hesgotnojams]

tom’s grin got bigger with every 'tour' lukas listed off, until he was laughing under his breath, bright-eyed like he had just explained something very obvious that tom absolutely should have noticed earlier. "wait. dude." he pointed at him, then back toward the couple. "you’re so right. they’re swapping us out." he sat up straighter on the pickup bed, blond hair falling into his eyes before he shoved it back. "like when one of us gets tired, they bring in the other guy. that’s messed up. smart, but messed up." he glanced back at the couple, then over to lukas again, earnest despite the chaos. "i’ve been around a few times, yeah. enough to know when somebody’s about to do something dumb. wrestling helped with that. people breathe weird before they tackle you." then, like he suddenly remembered basic manners, tom stuck out his hand with a wide, easy grin. "hey. i’m tom, officially. since we apparently share custody of whatever the hell that is." his eyes flicked toward their friends again, then he leaned a little closer, voice dropping like he had a genius plan. "also, we should ditch ’em. like, now. just go. get proper food or somethin'. they won’t die if they have one fight without witnesses. probably."

[newsboy]

         “ people breathe weird before they tackle you? wasn’t expecting to hear those words in that order. ” the information punches a laugh out of him, and he meets the other’s gaze head on, a little incredulous — but he takes the other’s hand as it’s offered, gives it a brief shake. “ lukas, but you didn’t need me to tell you that. you notice everything, apparently, even the way people breathe. ” he follows tom’s gaze, then, and he keeps his eyes fixed on his friend ( their friends, really, the nightmarish pair of them ) as his brows pinch together. he hesitates, just a bit, the voice that lives in the back of his mind catastrophising the rest of the night — but hunger wins out eventually, and he gives a short nod, the motion more for his own benefit than tom’s. “ i could eat. worst comes to worst, they could always call 911. not our problem. ” he says, and he doesn’t mean it in the slightest ; even so, he’s landing on solid ground the next second, giving the front of his jacket a tug. “ there’s this diner about two blocks down if you wanted enough grease for a coronary. you wanna take the truck or you wanna walk it? ”

[emziess]

Inde Navarrette as Nikki Freeman Obsession (2026) dir. Curry Barker

[cozysafe]

muse : nour rahbani, mika abdalla, twenty four, college radio host open to : any plot : nour has built a loyal following by turning her dating disasters into entertaining on-air stories. after matching with y/m on a dating app, the two hit it off well enough to make it to a third date. there's just one problem: y/m has discovered that nour has been talking about their dates on the radio too, including awkward moments and personal details they shared with her in confidence. the confrontation proceeds ...

"i told you what i do for a living." the words left nour's mouth before she could stop them, brows knitting together as she stared across the room at the other. "i literally told you i host a dating segment on the radio. that's what i talk about." she let out a disbelieving laugh, one that did little to ease the tension settling between them. "it's kind of ridiculous you're mad about this, actually. it's not like i said your name. nobody knows it's you."

[newsboy]

         “ i mean i knew ’cause duh, you told me, but you didn’t tell me that your viewers — listeners, whatever — were so up to date, dude. i thought we were on like, season seven of your dating life and they were just hearing about season four or some shit, you know? i didn’t know that everything i did was at risk of being public fuckin’ knowledge. ” and maybe there was a better way to talk this out ( gabe was almost positive that there was ) , but it’s hard to picture himself acting any other way when nour was looking at him like he was crazy. “ i don’t mind if you talked about me like, years down the line ’cause if i mess up then i definitely deserve that, but come on. the cheese thing happened last week. last week, nour, and you were talking about it like three days later. and i told you about it ’cause it was a funny ha ha story from work and i thought it would make you laugh. i didn’t think it was going to make, i don’t know, half the entire city laugh. i don’t really know what your viewership is. listenership? i don’t fucking know, dude, just — ” he takes a deep breath, trying to force some of the frustration out of his tone, if only temporarily — the better to paint the picture he had in his mind. “ let’s say everything goes well. we agree to be exclusive, go instagram official or whatever. you post a single photo of me and i guarantee that there’s going to be a bunch of dumbasses commenting stuff like ‘ bro smells like cheese ’ and ‘ no way she’s dating mr cheese touch on god ’. you wanna know how i know? because i’d be doing the same fucking thing, nour. i’d be piling on some poor schmuck on the internet who got meme-ified. that’s what you did to me, nour. you meme-ified me. ”

[newsboy]

         closed starter ft. @dirtyauthority

         “ can this wait? i haven’t gotten any sleep. ”

[newsboy]

         closed starter ft. @keepscalling

         “ i mean it’s not that i don’t like it, it’s just . . . i kinda hate it. ”

[newsboy]

hot mess aus to consider   ( via theapplepielifestyle )

›   ‘ i’m in a laundromat waiting for my clothes to get washed and your clothes are in the machine next to mine and i noticed that when you put your clothes in they were all covered in blood what the fuck ’ au ›   ‘ i’m having a minor breakdown in the middle of bed bath and beyond and you’re a bewildered shopper who wants to buy plates but also to make sure i’m okay bc i’m wailing a little bit in the kitchenware section ’ au ›   ‘ why are you dancing in your underwear to kelly clarkson in a public bathroom while brushing your teeth ’ au ›   ‘ i called the wrong number and started talking about my life and you only interrupted me after a few a few minutes of me revealing some pretty personal stuff and now youre invested in my life troubles ’ au ›   ‘ i’m drunk on public transport and you’re high and we both keep looking at each other knowingly ’ au ›   ‘ you found me in a mall crying over a bowl of noodles i dropped and i swear i’m not usually like this im just having a really weird week ’ au ›   ‘ you climbed into the taxi next to me and passed out and the taxi driver made me haul you out of his taxi so he can get more customers and now i’m on the side of the road holding you up by your armpits and hoping you don’t vomit on me ’ au ›   ‘ i’ve had a really awful day so i started kicking a car out of frustration and it turned out to be your car ’ au

[1ovebitez]

open to: f / nb, 35+ muse: erik de silva ( late 30s, single dad / former boy band member ) dynamic: after a first date gone wrong, erik shows up at your muse's door looking to drink his sorrows away. i'm picturing friends to lovers vibes, maybe your muse has feelings for him and he's oblivious? give me those rom-com vibes! pls read guidelines before replying!

" she left. bailed between the appetizer and salad. " what a sorry sight he must make — standing on their doorstep, collar askew, brandishing the bottle of wine he'd ordered for the table. after the evening he'd had, all erik wanted to do was collapse into bed and fall asleep to the soothing sounds of bake-off, but it was still early. mari would be up, and she'd want to know how the date went, and he would have to look his daughter in the eye and ... no. going home was not an option. " is it the shirt? " he wonders aloud, assessing the front of the button-down he'd bought for the occasion. it was an unassuming shade of blue. " the buttons — they're too shiny, aren't they? "

[newsboy]

         “ you know what? ” here she pauses, making a show out of tilting her head as if to consider. “ i think it was was definitely the buttons. didn’t you take her to de marzio? no one leaves before the main course at de marzio. maybe she’s some immortal creature and shiny buttons are her only weakness, so she had to leave for her own safety. it’s the only logical explanation, if you ask me. ” she allows herself a small smile, then, hoping it could communicate all the things she was trying to say. erik didn’t need her to point out how much of a bummer this was — he already knew — so she makes room for him instead, holding the door open a little bit wider before leading him into the house. “ come in. i’ve got leftovers and mind-numbing tv if you want ’em. ”

[hesgotnojams]

tom accepts the bag of fries with a small "thanks", settling his broad frame on the back of the pickup with a little grunt. there was still drywall dust on one knee of his jeans, his boot resting against the tire. he didn't know lukas very well, not really, but there was something weirdly bonding about watching their friends try to emotionally suplex each other every saturday night. "okay, so, from what i gathered -" he points a fry toward the couple like he's commentating a sports game, "- she said she was fine, but she said it in that scary way where fine means you screwed up big time." he leans forward a little, eyes narrowing with sudden focus. "hey, watch this. here’s the part where she says 'you always do this' and then he goes -" right on cue, the boyfriend throws both hands up, clearly saying something defensive. he points suddenly with another fry. "boom. there it is. classic move." he pops the fry into his mouth, chewing as he glanced over at lukas with a grin far too sunny for the situation. his gaze flicks toward the couple again, then back to the other guy. "how many rounds of this have you sat through?" he asks curiously. "because i’m starting to think we’ve both got, like, field experience. this is trauma bonding."

thomas 'tom' callahan. 26. construction worker, ex-wrestler.

[newsboy]

         the play-by-play draws a snort, and he relaxes marginally into his seat — because while tom wasn’t entirely familiar, everything else was. he’s lost count of every invitation he’s taken up on, promising a good time, only to be forced into the sidelines as the pair of them tore into each other. at least now he didn’t have to sit through it alone, lukas supposed. misery loves company, and all that. “ field experience, huh? yeah, i’ve done one tour in no-way-this-lasts-more-than-a-month, another in how-the-fuck-are-they-still-dating, and now i’m halfway through holy-shit-they’re-perfect-for-each-other-in-a-fucked-up-sorta-way. ” he’s counting with his fingers as he lists them off, and he jerks his chin towards the other when he finishes, a silent prompt to elaborate. “ and you? i mean, you read that play perfectly, man. ten out of ten. there’s no way they haven’t brought you around before. ” and it’s strange, now that he realises, that he’s only ever run into tom once or twice. “ wait, ” he blinks, just as the thought occurs to him, “ do you think they’ve been alternating inviting me or you whenever one of us gets tired of their shit? ”

[inkshadow]

continued for @newsboy from the source

"my creative process only works when i'm alone," nari corrects, though now she wonders if even that holds since she's feeling pretty warmed up. guess jules managed to get a front row seat for free — not that nari wants that to become habit. she'll have to remind herself to keep that lock more secure or her brother will have a field day of it. "also, did you bring enough food to feed an army? or this also all for ben10's omnitrix?"

[newsboy]

         “ and what if i wanted to learn from your creative process, huh? what then? would you gatekeep that knowledge? jeez, kang, i thought we were friends. ” they’re scrunching their nose in response, but they’re still opening takeout containers — more burrito bowls and salads than the two of them could possibly consume — so nari has a point, but there’s no way they would concede as much. “ not the omnitrix, obviously. but all of bikini bottom, maybe, since apparently they live somewhere between your stomach and your vocal cords. ” then jules is digging into her order, finally, raising her brows in question as she speaks. “ what have you been up to, anyway? while i was losing sleep in the name of science, i mean. ”