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[ofbookshelves]

ofbookshelves: an independent single muse written by:

sarah . twenty9 . she / her . est . semi selective . medium activity .

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[ofbookshelves]

here's the deal: i start my new job in the morning so obviously i'm nervous. so tonight i'm gonna try and just work on rough drafts of my replies. my activity will be limited now to evenings and weekends but i'm hopeful to not fall behind on everything like i did back in may! my current draft totals are: 14 tracked replies, 5 untracked replies, and 10 open starters from the tags!

[ofbookshelves]

closed starter › @scenariios › based on

the femme had felt off all morning, trying to brush it off as nothing more than a restless night, yet she soon found herself on the ground of her bookstore with a few concerned patrons gathered around her. as she was loaded into the ambulance, rae felt her anxiety steadily growing, quickly tipping into panic as one of the paramedics who was checking her vitals approached with a needle, explaining that he needed to start an iv to administer fluids. “listen, i’m terrified of needles, so just please be gentle.” the redhead turned her head away, desperately searching for anything that might distract her and keep her attention fixed on anything but on the needle. rae was only drawn from her distraction when the paramedic beside her praised her for how well she was doing. a strange sense of calm washed over her at his words, easing some of the tension from her body as she finally lifted her gaze to meet his.

[mysteryoflovc]

Ben makes his way inside the club his head on a swivel as he looks for them. Their friends had called him from their phone because he was saved as "boyfriend". He hadn't blown their cover and sounded every part the concerned boyfriend as their friends told him they were too drunk and wanted him. Ben grinned the whole drive downtown to the club. Ben is not their boyfriend but here he is spotting them hunched over in a booth with their friends all wide eyed. Ben is on them in a second with a big hand pressed to their shoulder as he glances down at the other. "Hey baby your friends said you've been missing me. I'll be your Uber home. " Ben smirks down at them as his hand slips down their back to soothe them. He is not their boyfriend but he's got no problem pretending that he is. "C'mon lemme see you. Look at me."

open to: m/f/nb plot: your muse has either used his boyfriend for hire services or they been hooking up and your muse has him saved as boyfriend in their phone

[ofbookshelves]

They had met at a party a while back and what was meant to be one night together had gradually evolved into something that wasn’t a relationship but definitely wasn’t entirely casual anymore. One night, Rae had jokingly changed Ben’s contact in her phone to “boyfriend” then changed her own to “girlfriend” to match, not thinking much about it until she had far too much to drink with her friends. When one of them asked if there was anyone who could come pick her up, the redhead had mumbled something about her boyfriend before dissolving into a fit of giggles at whatever her friend said next. The moment she spotted Ben making his way toward them, her eyes lit up and a bright smile immediately tugged at her lips. “You came for me?”

[ofbookshelves]

update/to be done:

14 threads on my tracker

8 threads that need to be added to my tracker

10 drafted opens

[st4nheight]

they   pulled   away,   and   eddie   felt   as   though   he   was   marooned   again.   a   vicious   cycle,   something   never - ending   ;   he   wondered   whether   he   would   ever   be   able   to   break   from   it,   or   if   working   himself   to   the   bone   had   embedded   itself   into   his   psyche.   a   soft   hum   at   her   words.   it   was   something,   it   was   an   attempt   to   get   him   back   on   the   straight   and   narrow   —   eddie   wondered   why   rae   hadn’t   simply   given   up   on   him,   hadn’t   thrown   in   the   towel   on   the   third,   forth,   fifth   occasion   of   him   not   taking   care   of   himself.   who   would   have   known   that   he   would   carry   such   heartbreak.   they   didn’t   show   that   in   indiana   jones.   running   his   hand   against   the   slight   stubble   that   he   had   let   grow   at   the   corner   of   his   chin,   he   flicked   through   the   menu   with   another   affirmative   noise.   “that   looks   good,   yeah.”   his   lips   pressed   to   the   crown   of   her   head,   gently   sighing.   it   was   a   tenderness   long   overdue.   “there’ll   be   something.”  

[ofbookshelves]

her friends had asked her on more than one occasion why she stayed. there had been a few moments when the femme had nearly given in to that doubt, moments when the house felt unbearably full yet completely empty. and still, she stayed. rae stayed for the small, unspoken things. the space he always left for her beside him on the couch on nights when he was bent over scattered notes and half-forgotten thoughts. the little trinkets he would pick up simply because they reminded him of her. taking her phone back, she placed the order without another word before curling into him once more, as though their closeness could quiet the fear inside her. “i love you, eddie. i don’t want to lose you.”

[st4nheight]

best   friend.   whenever   oliver   heard   it,   it   stung   him   like   a   needle   to   the   chest   —   and   yet   he   was   unsure   why   he   couldn’t   just   tell   rae   the   truth.   that   he   felt   more,   that   he   ached   for   more,   that   her   face   often   turned   up   in   his   dreams   (   when   he   was   able   to   sleep   at   a   reasonable   hour   ).   working   nights   did   that   to   a   person,   turned   them   upside   down   and   threatened   to   isolate   them   entirely   from   the   world   at   large.   the   weight   of   her   head   on   his   shoulder   caused   ollie’s   heart   to   skip.   a   slow   breath.   he   tilted   his   head   to   look   at   the   dark,   star - spackled   sky.   “we   can   talk,”   he   replied,   with   the   breath   of   laughter   to   offset   the   wobble   in   his   voice,   “it’s   just   …   it’s   hard   to   know   how   much   to   say.   work   is   really   taking   it’s   toll,   but   nobody   wants   to   discuss   morgue   work   at   the   best   of   times.”

[ofbookshelves]

rae longed to know what it would be like to be wanted by him, to finally confess and hear those same words returned without hesitation. “i don’t mind. you could go into excruciating detail about your work and i’d still listen. i like listening to you.” her admission slipped out in a quiet voice, the words leaving her lips before she even realized what she had said. the redhead instinctively curled closer to oliver as the breeze shifted, seeking the warmth of his body as she tucked herself against his side. “so spare me no detail. i want to hear everything.”

[st4nheight]

ephraim   swallowed   a   laugh.   “okay,”   he   replied,   and   eyed   rae   as   she   walked   away   ;   indulged   himself   a   good,   long   look   from   head   to   toe.   it   made   no   sense   that   she   was   so   critical,   that   she   didn’t   see   herself   in   the   same   way   he   saw   her.   someone   jaw - droppingly   stunning,   someone   that   was   far   too   hot   to   be   merely   a   neighbor   …   he   inspected   his   nails   as   he   waited,   preening   like   a   dominant   bird,   and   then   he   heard   her   return.   dark   eyes   blew   wide.   he   started   moving   towards   her   near   instantly,   slow   steps,   circling   her,   a   vulture.   “you’re   kidding   me,   right   ?   ”   ephraim   shook   his   head   once,   slowed,   crossed   his   arms   over   his   chest,   “you   think   i   care   about   the   color   ?   you   look   …   incredible.”

[ofbookshelves]

the moment his gaze settled on her, the femme felt the instinct to hide before he could find fault in the lace, in the fit, in her. rae held her breath as ephraim circled her slowly, resisting the urge to fold in on herself and cover up. when he finally spoke, warmth rushed across her skin, a soft flush returning to her cheeks. “are you sure? i feel like it might clash with—” her words trailed off as she caught the intensity of his gaze, the way he looked at her as though there was nothing out of place at all. suddenly, the redhead was grateful for the small accident that had led the package to him instead of her. “would you like to see one of the others? did you have a favorite from the ones you opened?”

[gctfuked]

open : f, m, 21 +

❝ are you hearing yourself ? -- you honestly think i have a thing for your friend. ❞ the laughter he couldn't contain, he'd rather laugh than get upset or start and argument. ❝ for you to believe me, what do i have to do.❞

[ofbookshelves]

“what else am i supposed to believe? you're constantly at her side, seeking her out, asking for her, doing things for her without hesitation. it doesn't seem wrong to assume she means something more to you." the femme hadn’t intended for the conversation to unravel like this, yet with each passing moment her frustration only grew. “so, just tell me why you've been doing all of that."

[dvstbvnnies]

for @ofbookshelves plot : here !

Valentine feels a frustration sitting in the pit of his stomach. He loathes being wrong, loathes being in a spot where someone can say 'I told you so!' Especially now, as he has to face Rae. His hand grips the steering wheel, the car clunking on the side of the road. And how convenient, right as they stopped going at each other's throats.

"Don't even say a word," he says with a exhale through his nose.

[ofbookshelves]

Rae wasn’t entirely sure whether she wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation or simply give in and cry. They were nowhere near their destination, both exhausted and hungry, and now they were left with yet another problem to solve. “I won’t say a word about that. But I will say that we need to find somewhere to stay for the night while you get this fixed. Think you can handle calling a tow while I find us somewhere with a vacancy?”

[dcgtown]

test muse starter for @ofbookshelves

"I really fumbled hard when it came to you. I also realize now might not be the best moment for a football metaphor... but it's true."

[ofbookshelves]

"At least it fits the situation and you're being honest. Now, were you just here to apologize again or was there something you needed?"

[ofbookshelves]

i’m out visiting my sister for a few days so i’ll be back online on wednesday!!

[st4nheight]

“rae   … ”   it   came   as   a   breath,   and   oliver   gently   shook   his   head.   there   was   nothing   to   worry   about,   simply   a   man   that   had   needed   a   moment   to   think   —   working   at   the   morgue   brought   a   heaviness   that   he   hadn’t   expected   ;   fresh,   cool   air   against   his   face   would   do   him   a   world   of   good.   “i   was   always   going   to   be   okay,   come   on.   don’t   say   you   were   actually   worried   about   me ? ”   the   words   hung   in   the   air   as   he   looked   at   her,   pale   blue   eyes   focused   on   her   features,   smiling   as   they   settled   beneath   the   blanket.   together.   “it’s   nice   not   to   be   alone.   thank   you.”

[ofbookshelves]

“you’re my best friend. of course i worry about you.” and yet, the femme knew her concern reached beyond the bounds of simple friendship. there were moments when she felt the truth settle on the tip of her tongue, but the risk of losing him and fracturing what they already had was enough to keep her silent. instead, rae rested her head against his shoulder, her gaze drifting out across the slow, rhythmic pull of the waves. “i’m glad i can at least offer you good company. would you prefer silence or conversation as i can provide either?”

[st4nheight]

effortlessly   he   curled   into   her   hold,   as   though   he   was   coming   home   after   a   long   day.   a   steady   breath   escaped   him,   and   for   a   moment   that   was   all   he   could   bring   himself   to   do   ;   to   hang   in   her   embrace,   to   feel   the   warmth   of   another   body   after   days   of   isolation.   it   might   not   be   a   permanent   fix,   but   it   was   something   —   a   night   where   the   eldest   living   rietveld   could   live   like   a   normal   person   for   a   few   hours.   “dinner   and   music   sounds   perfect,”   eddie   admitted.   slowly   he   pulled   away,   and   he   moved   like   a   ghost   through   the   room   towards   the   record   player   in   the   corner.   he   lowered   the   needle,   a   dulcet   melody   starting   to   throb   from   the   speakers.   thoughts   raced   through   his   head,   but   he   pushed   them   all   aside   ;   his   focus   was   rae,   and   rae   alone.   “what   are   you   thinking   for   food   ?   ”

[ofbookshelves]

the femme held onto him as though the moment she let go, he might vanish entirely. rae took a few steadying breaths before she allowed him to slip from her grasp, though her attention never wavered from him as he crossed the room toward the record player. the soft hum of the melody filled the space and she found herself echoing it under her breath as she reached for her phone to order food. “there’s a new place just around the corner. they do all kinds of noodles and the portions are generous enough that we’ll have leftovers for days.” the redhead knew how easily he could fall back into old habits, skipping meals without thought and hoped that something simple to reheat might be enough to keep him fed. drifting back toward him, she placed her phone in his hand so he could look over the menu, then settled against him once more, resting her head lightly against his chest

[st4nheight]

there   was   nothing   else   to   do   but   let   out   an   almost   bark   of   laughter,   a   surprised   reaction   to   her   sudden   disappearance.   he   stared   at   the   closed   door,   wondering   what   she   could   be   doing   behind   it,   considering   peeling   away   and   returning   to   his   own   apartment   to   try   again   later.   just   as   he   was   about   to   turn   on   his   heels   he   heard   the   click   of   the   latch,   the   familiar   voice   of   rae   once   again.   ephraim’s   tongue   ran   against   the   straight   pegs   of   his   front   teeth,   the   corner   of   his   mouth   ticking   upwards.   “you   know   what ?   i   think   that’s   a   great   idea.   i’ll   clear   my   diary,”   but   there   was   nothing   more   important   in   that   moment   than   her,   and   he   walked   into   the   apartment   as   though   he   was   being   pulled   by   a   magnet,   “you   better   get   it   on   quick.” 

[ofbookshelves]

rae knew she shouldn't be yet she still found herself surprised by the interest he took in watching her try on her latest purchase. “i’ll be right back.” the femme disappeared down the hall and slipped into her bedroom to change, still wondering if ephraim was merely indulging her or was there genuine interest behind his attention? the process took longer than she had anticipated, the delicate fastenings far more intricate than they had seemed at first glance. the redhead paused at her mirror, drawing in a steadying breath as she looked herself over, willing her nerves to settle before she made her way back out to the male.“i’m not entirely certain about the color. there were other options so i could always exchange it.”

[tapedwrists]

@ofbookshelves liked here for a fluorescence lyric starter !

"god, there's nothing like a girl and her favorite conspiracy."

[ofbookshelves]

"it's not a conspiracy! it's more of an unconfirmed idea."

[ofbookshelves]

it wasn’t hard for her, or anyone, to be drawn to jordan. the redhead had spotted him the moment he walked into the bar, attention now split and only half-listening to the man seated beside her. rae wasn’t having the time of her life, but she was content enough, caught up in conversation until a familiar blond decided her attention was required elsewhere. “jordan, you can’t do that! hey, wait!” she called after him but her voice was swallowed by the music as he disappeared into the crowd. “first off, he wasn’t a freak. he was really sweet. and second, i do hate you. you’re a self-absorbed asshole who won’t leave me alone. you’ve ruined my past three dating attempts.”

@gctfuked