[othcrworlds]

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[nympolicious]

open to: anyone. muse: giselle danvers. eighteen. lesbian. sex worker. plot: based on this plot (authority figure).

“listen, man, i have to be somewhere in like twenty minutes. “can you just write me an email about this?” giselle says, anxiously tapping her feet as she glances down at the watch on her wrist.

[othcrworlds]

ari had to admit that the random pop up was fucked up. then again, few aspects of his life were safe from falling into that sordid category. “ oof, cold. ” be that as it may, her delivery did possess an amusing element to it, one prominent enough to pluck a quiet chuckle out of him. something informed him that whatever she was attempting to hurry off towards was hardly that important. after all, what the fuck could've been more important than securing a bag? “ come on. where's the love? ” his head fell to one side, cocked with the type of hungry intrigue that lions probably felt as they watched zebras bounding into the wild brush. “ this is what happens when you dodge my texts. what the hell's up with that? is money suddenly a boring ass topic to you? ”

[lovebvrns]

"You like when I ask nicely?" Xavi answered a little lazy, slow smile appearing onto his lips. He was staring at Enzo, eyes trailing along each and every drawing and traces of ink on the other's ink. "That's good to know." He was resting his chin onto the palm of his hand while Enzo took his time to show off his tattoos, and Xavi just quietly watched as he felt himself becoming more relaxed by the minute. A long exhale passed his lips, hazy eyes following the prints when a very contented smile filled his features. His cheeks were a little rosy, body feeling warm and fuzzy and Xavi shrugged when Enzo mentioned needing more time and lighting for a full tour. "I don't know about you but if you can climb over, I have lights in my apartment." He was smiling a little sheepish, leaning back to run his hand along the tattoo on his ribs. It was a poem of a poet he really liked. "Plenty of free space." Xavi mumbled. "You just want them to torture me so I shut up to you." He grinned with hazy eyes.

The way Enzo's eyes roamed over his body didn't go unnoticed. Xavi even felt himself blush a little by it but he would blame the cbd anyways. It wasn't like he was bothered by it. On the contrary. Xavi just stared right back at Enzo, eyes lingering on his eyes, on his lips and then the word around Enzo's neck. "Freestyle." He mumbled to himself.

Fingers of one hand reached for the forearm of Enzo that rested on the balcony, slowly following a line of ink. It was almost therapeutic, eyes pinned on his finger as he made his way along Enzo's skin. "I like this one." - He said as he stopped his movements at one certain tattoo on his neighbor's arm. Xavi's head tipped up, watching him through his long lashes while he licked his lips. "i just wanna color them in." Lips curled up in a cheeky, wide grin and Xavi snickered softly before glancing back down to the finger on Enzo's skin. "Enzo?" Head tipped up slowly. "Can I have some more of that?" He'd never felt like this ever before. Xavi flashed the other his most innocent smile, blinking twice. "I feel really good."

[othcrworlds]

the flower had finally begun performing its favorite little party trick. enzo could tell from the leisurely smile settling across xavi's face, from the way his shoulders seemed to gradually surrender the tension that had originally driven him onto the neighboring balcony in the first place. the annoyance seemed to peel away from him in layers, rolling off like boulders finally deciding gravity had waited long enough. still, enzo knew better than to assume he was entirely out of the woods. knowing his luck, the kid would end up enjoying the experience a little too much, and somehow that would circle back around to becoming enzo's fault as well. truthfully, he'd take that accusation over the original one any day of the week. if he was going to be blamed for disrupting someone's sleep schedule, he'd much rather do so like this. amongst other ways.

he could feel xavi's gaze acquainting itself with his ink throughout the abbreviated tour. he enjoyed the attention. perhaps this was what museums felt like when people forgot to move on to the next room, lingering just a little longer before a favorite piece. whilst someone else may have interpreted xavi's comment about climbing over as nothing more than a joke, enzo accepted it as an official invitation.

one of his primary grievances about the apartment complex suddenly transformed into one of its better design features. without announcing his intentions, enzo secured the blunt between his lips in preparation for the following maneuver. despite the marriage of smoke and exhaustion tugging pleasantly at each limb, his body still remembered years spent climbing fences, hopping barriers, and generally refusing to let architecture dictate where he could and couldn't be. the railing scarcely registered as an obstacle. one hand. then the other. one boot found purchase before the second effortlessly followed, monkey-branching from his own balcony onto xavi's with the sort of practiced ease that suggested this probably wasn't the first questionable decision he'd ever committed to muscle memory. in one fluid motion, he swung himself over the neighboring railing and landed on the opposite side as though the entire maneuver deserved little more acknowledgment than stepping off a curb.

once safely planted within the newly shared space, he rewarded himself with a slow drag from the blunt. a silent toast. perhaps to surviving, perhaps to poor decision-making. perhaps to both. the smoke escaped through his nose with almost visible reluctance, less an evacuation than a slow parting, leaving him with the same unhurried ease with which it had arrived.

the balcony suddenly felt much smaller than anticipated. the handful of feet that had separated neighboring units moments ago had quietly ceased to matter. he wasn't entirely sure whether that was the blunt talking or something considerably more dangerous. either way, the reckless decision paid off almost immediately. the shortened distance granted xavi a far better look at the artwork decorating enzo's skin, an opportunity that he apparently wasted little time taking advantage of.

enzo remained perfectly still, half-intrigued, half-satisfied. his attention drifted downward as unfamiliar fingertips began tracing careful paths over blackwork that had long since become as ordinary to him as freckles. touch had always been a language he understood considerably better than words, and there was something unexpectedly pleasant about experiencing the artwork through someone else's curiosity. a little smirk quietly claimed one corner of his mouth. " something tells me you'll pretend you never said that shit if i ask you about it later. " that was okay. enzo would be cooped up on that balcony, night after night, all too prepared to remind xavi of what he'd verbalized whilst in the haze.

xavi's next request earned the slightest lift of an eyebrow. well. the kid clearly had taste. fortunately for him, enzo happened to possess precisely the sort of inventory capable of indulging it. " your wish is my command. ” he passed the blunt back into xavi's waiting hand before tilting his head ever so slightly, studying him both him and the plant's work with quiet fascination. " got any other wishes while i'm feeling generous? " a playful wink chased that question.

[lovebvrns]

Give it a minute. He could do that. Xavi waited for a bit, his eyes lingering on the other male's mouth as he spoke before he turned his face up to the night sky. Lips curled up in a lazy smile as he recognized the Spanish, and his head turned back to Enzo once more to eye him over. "Spanish." Xavi was an intelligent guy. He taught himself Spanish and Italian and wanted to learn Japanese too. Anything to keep his brain going.

The drug slowed him down in a way he'd never felt relief before. For once in a really long time, he had no certain thoughts but just focused on the conversation between him and his neighbor. "Yeah you've been a shit neighbor but I guess you're doing alright trying to make it up." By sharing a blunt. Sure. Xavi hummed at the feeling that washed over him, sitting back down in the chair and resting his cheek to the railing to watch Enzo from there. It was clear that he was a lot less pressed, big pupils staring at the other while he had some sort of content, lazy smile permanently hanging on his lips. "You're lucky you're hot." He took another hit from the blunt before passing it over to Enzo again, cheeks coloring just a little. He would blame the blunt anyways. "I mean, not like - that, I just meant you probably get away from a lot of things with a face like that. It's only the tattoos that are intimidating." He reached over the railing, gesturing to the various tattoos on the other's skin. "Can I see them?"

[othcrworlds]

he allowed the effects of the blunt to do the majority of the speaking for him, especially throughout the first few minutes following xavi’s inaugural inhale. if the strain behaved anywhere close to how it did inside enzo’s own body, then the next five to ten minutes would usher in a blissful haze practically rolling out the red carpet to sleepland. he intentionally neglected to mention that xavi would probably really begin feeling it within the following fifteen, depending entirely on how brave he decided to get with the blunt. the way enzo saw it, why ruin a perfectly good surprise? few things rivaled the feeling of pulling one gift from a bag only to discover an even better one waiting beneath it.

enzo found himself cocking his head ever so slightly at the compliment, his features quietly drowning in the unexpected satisfaction it sent his way. the lazy smile loitering about his mouth deepened, slowly reshaping the landscape of his face into something far more intrigued. it was a dangerous expression to find oneself reflected in. once enzo’s attention settled on someone, it behaved much like the crosshairs of a scope. god help whatever unfortunate soul that happened to find themselves standing at the center of it.

“ right. ” there wasn’t enough restraint left in the world to clip the smugness from his voice. something quietly informed him that xavi suddenly stumbling over his words had very little to do with the cbd beginning its slow dance through his system. he rose to collect the blunt being passed back his way, only for xavi’s request to catch the end of his movement. he almost never turned down an impromptu tattoo tour, especially when the person asking happened to look the way his neighbor did. “ well, since you asked me so nicely. i like that. ”

there were few topics enzo enjoyed discussing more than the permanent mistakes he’d happily paid good money for. his tattoos, rendered almost exclusively in blackwork, had been collected piece by piece from artists scattered across south america and up the east coast, each one carrying its own story while somehow belonging to the same larger conversation. the sol del mayo burned proudly at the center of his chest, flanked by devil and angel twins waving racing flags as though heaven and hell had reached a gentleman’s agreement to settle their differences at the starting line. turn him around, however, and the dragons inevitably stole whatever attention remained. mirrored beasts sprawled across the breadth of his back in painstaking detail, their bodies coiling toward gothic script that read better luck next time, looking less like ink and more like ancient artifacts that had been given a permanent home beneath his skin. his left forearm offered a brief interruption to all the seriousness — a cat decked out in oversized chains and grillz cheesing at whoever made eye contact — before disappearing once more into the sea of blackwork that spilled uninterrupted down both arms and across the backs of his hands.

as he turned back around to face xavi, the warm balcony bulbs mostly caught the freestyle stretching across his throat in matching gothic lettering, along with the cherub wrapped in an angelic balaclava on the side of his neck, one hand clutching an intentionally cartoonish sack of money while the other casually held a gun. his forearms came to rest atop his railing, shoulders relaxing into an easy familiarity that had no business existing between two men whose introduction was barely twenty minutes old. “ i’d need a little more of your time, better lighting, and probably another one of these if we're doing the full guided tour. " he left the proposition suspended between their balconies with no intention of helping it along. after a few beats, he continued. " and if you're in the market for some ink and like what you see, well, i have some names. you look like the perfect canvas for them, i think they'd love to get their hands on you. " his eyes wandered the length of xavi’s frame with leisurely, unapologetic curiosity, making no real attempt to disguise where his attention had settled.

[lovebvrns]

Xavi nodded at Enzo's words. What was he even doing? It wasn't like he had anything to prove to his sexy neighbor but here he was. "You better because I know where to find you if I pass out." Actually, he hoped Enzo would come for him if he did but he left that one out. Xavi moved closer to the railing himself, taking the joint and looking at it for a seconds before bringing it to his lips. His heart was racing but he tried to come off casual as ever, inhaling obviously way too deep. Brows shot together and he pulled back, coughing a few times. "Shit." Xavi breathed out, coughing another time before he looked up at Enzo with watery eyes. The drug went straight to his head, brows lifting at the overwhelming effect of it. Disgusting. "It's really bad."

While he wanted to pass back the joint, he remembered what Enzo said. Don't let the first drag discourage you. So he didn't. His eyes remained on Enzo as he brought the joint back to his lips, inhaling another time but less deeper now. Only a tiny cough left him, and Xavi exhaled as he looked up at the night sky. "Like this?" He asked, eyes glancing from Enzo back down to the joint. It tastes funny, unusual, he didn't know how to describe it. "I guess it's alright." He mumbled, head tipping up to meet Enzo's gaze as he already started to feel a little hazy. "I'm Xavi."

[othcrworlds]

enzo wouldn’t have blamed, let alone clowned on, the kid if he backed out at the last second. since confidently speeding through his early twenties, navigating the unexpected debris scattered across the middle stretch, and easing into the final corners of the decade, he’d slowed down a little himself — at least by his own standards. accepting mystery substances from strangers simply didn’t carry the same juvenile thrill it once had. some lessons were best learned before twenty-five.

he watched, equal parts amused and intrigued, as his neighbor lifted the blunt to his lips for that long-awaited first drag. tattooed arms folded across his bare chest, the layered weight of mixed-metal chains shifting softly with the movement, his posture carrying all the focus of a man settling in for the year’s most highly anticipated horror-comedy. despite his best efforts, a quiet chuckle slipped free. the kid was holding his own far better than enzo had expected. another reminder to never underestimate the person standing across from him.

his gaze never once wandered from the man opposite him, nor from the way those pretty lips curled around the filter of enzo’s blunt. had he possessed even an ounce less self-control, the remainder of his mind would’ve happily drifted away on a ribbon of smoke, painting an altogether different picture of what else that mouth might’ve looked good wrapped around. hardly an appropriate train of thought, all things considered. then again, concern for propriety had never gotten enzo anywhere particularly exciting.

he hummed, considering the other’s assessment in real time. “ just give it a minute. it’s about to get way better. ” a small flick of his chin accompanied the assurance, as though to say you don’t have to believe me. you’ll find out soon enough. with any luck, the kid would enjoy the experience enough that every future ribbon of smoke drifting through his open door would register less as an annoyance and more as the memory of a surprisingly pleasant exchange between neighboring balconies.

he smiled at the long-overdue introduction, one made slightly ridiculous by the fact that they’d already shared a joint before exchanging names. “ i’m enzo. es un placer. ” he took a calculated risk with the spanish. living in the states had taught him early on that a latin vibe guaranteed absolutely nothing. language, much like people, had a habit of defying assumptions. " ... at least to me. i know i'm not going down as best neighbor of all time in your records. but i'd hope i make the ranking somewhere in there. " he leaned back into the chair, as though settling in for the second act. his arms remained crossed over his chest, his dark gaze lingering lazily beneath half-lidded eyes as his teeth found the inside of his lower lip and pressed there with quiet, mischievous anticipation.

[lovebvrns]

When Enzo mentioned it might help him sleep better after dealing with him, Xavi couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, his brows raising. "You kinda just agreed that you are the problem here." He watched as the other spoke, eyes lingering on his smirk, then his pupils and down to the joint between his fingers. Xavi always had a thing for guys like him. It made him want to prove something, prove himself a little more. And he hated himself for that.

With a roll of his eyes, Xavi moved closer to where their balconies were separated and he ran his hand along his toned, bare chest as he nodded down the the joint he held. "Alright." Hands reached over to him. "I'll try it." Xavi opened and closed his hand, asking for the joint. "But if I die, it's on you." Eyes found Enzo's and he tipped his head aside slowly. "Okay?"

[othcrworlds]

and there it was. his in, having arrived in the form of a chuckle from the other. whilst enzo placed full trust in his ability to charm his way out of any situation, including this one, he did not expect the kid to actually take him up on the offer. neighbor was in for quite the treat. few things irritated enzo more than poorly grown flower masquerading as quality. this was not that. each inhale arrived smooth, almost creamy, carrying enough cbd to sand the sharp edges off an otherwise restless mind without flattening it alltogether.

" how about this, you have my word: i take full responsibility for whatever the outcome is, " enzo assured him. his hand not occupied with the joint came to rest over his heart, the gesture sweet enough to suggest they were exchanging romeo and juliet-worthy professions of love beneath the cover of night rather than a premium joint over adjoining balconies.

with that promise spoken into existence, enzo rose in one surprisingly fluid motion for a man who was, by all accounts, halfway up to space by then. he leaned over the railing, passing the joint to the other. " first drag is always the worst, " he cautioned. the memory of his first inhale resurfaced like smoke itself. he'd been convinced someone had poured gasoline down his throat before chasing it with a lit match. " don't let that discourage you. everyone coughs. your pride'll survive. "

[pinkliqht]

open  starter:  riley  molina  &  any  muse.  plot:  happy  sin  day.

"  i  can’t  stop  thinking  about  you.  "

[othcrworlds]

“ … that’s not fair. ” her voice emerged smaller than intended, as though she’d stepped up to a microphone expecting it to carry, only to discover the damn thing had been dead the entire time. god, this was pitiful. “ i don’t know what you want me to say. we already talked about this. ” they had. just like the many before her, and the many that would inevitably follow, riley had chosen her brother. by that point in nelcy’s life — teetering on the edge of her mid-twenties, peering into the peculiar abyss the remainder of them seemed to open beneath her — she couldn’t even blame the other brunette. “ you made your choice. i told you i have to respect that. ” doing so, however, felt akin to what she imagined undergoing open-heart surgery without the heavenly mercy of anesthetic felt like.

[lovebvrns]

It irritated Xavi that he was smirking and snickering and smiling like that while Xavi was trying to prove a point. But he wasn't really intimidating he guessed. Xavi lived life like every other regular guy. Nothing crazy, nothing wild. Some would call his life boring and he could understand all of that but he was pretty content with the life he had. Wasn't like he had people around to experiment with anyways.

At the proposition he shook his head with a little scoff. "Yeah because all of this is just to ask you for a drag of that." He mumbled sarcastically. Xavi his back to the balcony, arms crossed while he was watching the other. "I'll probably die anyways, never done that shit before so it's best for us both if I just don't." He shrugged. It was tempting, though. "And I don't know what you've put in there and all that."

[othcrworlds]

“ it’s real mellow. i don’t smoke the intense shit this late. " it was true. after hours, enzo typically reached for one of his more c.bd-forward selections, the botanical equivalent of installing a few speed bumps inside his own head. the smile that had been hanging about his mouth lingered another moment before slowly drilling itself into one corner, settling there as the sort of smirk that understood insistence was unnecessary. enzo had long since learned that temptation worked best when it took on the form of someone else's brainchild. 

a small shrug accompanied his next words, one meant to disarm the wariness he was being met with. “ who knows, it might even help you sleep better after dealing with me. i think it’s only fair i offer, neighbor. ” the irony of his extended olive branch being the very thing that had ignited this entire exchange wasn’t lost on the street racer. neither was the discovery that his neighbor was almost annoyingly easy on the eyes. that observation within itself made the idea of sharing that much more appealing to him.

enzo found himself pressing his teeth into his inner lower lip as his mind coughed up a memory from his time spent traversing the internet world. " hey, what's that program they run in this country for the youth? " one quick snap of his fingers, as though encouraging the memory along. " D.A.R.E? " the extent of his familiarity with the program started and ended at the logo. objectively, it went hard on a t-shirt. " i'm not trying to be the sus guy in the alley that they warn the kids about. you know, " one tattooed hand joined the performance, carving an exaggerated little ghost of a gesture through the air while the joint continued to burn between his fingers. " d.rugs. " the spooky voice survived all of one word before collapsing beneath the weight of his own amusement, a snort escaping him as he shook his head. " ...anyway... just something to consider. "

[lovebvrns]

Xavi had always been quiet, keeping himself on the low and passive aggressively slamming his doors and windows shut but he was annoyed. And his empath of a neighbor didn't really make it better. When he spoke, his jaw clenched and he narrowed his eyes, glance dropping to follow the ink on his bare body before looking him back up in the eye. He almost forgot to reply, getting a little caught up in the other's physique. "You're not funny." Xavi could tell that the other was high off his ass and he rolled his eyes. He himself hadn't smoked before. "Don't you have a job? You're always out here, tormenting the neighborhood with that smell of yours." He waved his hand around, nodding down to the joint he held. "It's bad for you too, you know."

[othcrworlds]

whilst he didn’t attend school in the united states, enzo imagined that this was the closest he would ever come to experiencing the elated irritancy of being busted by the warden masquerading as a principal for lighting up in the parking lot. that goofy imagery, combined with the cannabis’ effects — certain strains always did press the gas on the part of his brain that sought amusement wherever it could find it — yanked a laugh from him. the entire situation was absurd. his neighbor’s demeanor didn’t help the visual. despite appearing similar in age to enzo, he carried all the uptight energy of a man old enough to remember reading about the titanic’s sinking from the morning paper.

he managed to speak, even through the snickers that threatened to snuff out his voice. “ job? never heard of such a concept. ” granted, it was an especially rude time to ragebait. the man was attempting to sleep, after all. enzo was a dick, unabashedly so, but not one entirely divorced from the concept of decency, even if he didn’t always subscribe to it. “ aren’t the funnest things in life the worst for us? ” he rolled the still-burning joint between his tattooed fingers, slow and absentminded, as though appreciating the texture. as though there’d never been a better hour to philosophize. for enzo, there rarely was.

then, that slow bearing of his polished teeth, the lower half of his face arranging itself into a smile that belonged somewhere beneath the ocean's dark surface. “ wait, is this all a scheme to light up? you could’ve just asked me. i’m not opposed to sharing…with the right people. ” he let the offer, or perhaps the proposition tucked somewhere inside it, linger in the space between their balconies.

[lovebvrns]

"Yo," Xavi stood on his balcony, tossing a tennis ball over the fence that separated his balcony from the other's. "You've been smoking non stop. Don't you care about your lungs?" He didn't think he'd ever seen his neighbor. "It's hot as hell out there, I can't sleep when your smoke is all over my bedroom."

[othcrworlds]

one could’ve easily called enzo a masochist for his current choice in activity. between the soupy summer air condensing against his skin and the rich smoke from his joint infiltrating his lungs, the evening was fast becoming a sensory overload. by the time who he assumed was his neighbor came outside to air his grievance, enzo was already faded, dissolving into the starless sky.

“ last i checked, ” a pause, utilized to blow an even stream of smoke through his nostrils. “ this is my side of the fence. what the smoke does and where it decides to go isn’t any of my business. ” he remained largely unmoved from his position on the balcony, his heavy boots propped against the metal railing not unlike a cowboy’s after a hard day’s labor. his chair’s metal lattice would surely be stamped into the black ink across his bare back once he rose, temporary impressions layered over permanent ones. he did spare the other man a half-hearted glance, a generosity given the context. “ you just opened the door and made it worse, no? ”

[lusthaze]

open to: m / f / nb plot: lucí sends your muse pictures to entice them to come over. connections: boyfriend/girlfriend, brother or sister's best friend, etc.

she hadn't planned on doing anything with the pictures when she took them. but once they were sent, she didn't feel like being coy: i'm in a mood and i miss you.

[othcrworlds]

the last thing he expected upon unlocking his busted phone screen was to see her pictures staring up at him through the spiderweb cracks. gloriously topless, her wild hair the only thing pretending to offer modesty. those feline eyes pierced the lens and pinned him in place, devouring him, fucking him raw before he’d even touched her. grim could hardly coordinate his thumbs to shoot back some semblance of a coherent reply between gawking: is this your way of tempting me to come over? because it’s fucking working. don’t play with me.

[lovectrllr-deactivated20260531]

⋆˚𝅄 open starter. ⇢ plot. muse: angel ortiz. 26. bi. bartender. open to: female && male muses.

angel sat at the park bench, wondering why they even asked to meet up with her. they had only been broken up a few months and they'd already done the ritual exchange of belongings from each others places. if the petite female was being honest, she still wasn't really over them but that was totally beside the point. a small smile tugged at her lips as she saw the other approaching, adjusting her top. "hey, it's good to see you." she said softly, getting up to offer a hug. "i'm surprised you asked to meet, is everything alright ??"

[othcrworlds]

never in any conceivable lifetime did azul think that her romantic life would dwindle down to this. sure, she’d been in some situations that would’ve undeniably made for great reality television show content, but this was a first. as there was always a time for, some wise individual once declared. had someone informed her even a month ago that she would be in this predicament, surely they would’ve received a verbal lashing and perhaps even a threat of choking with the scented, sky-blue trash bags her mother always kept stocked in the house. now? she bore no defenses to display. life had a way of humbling the hardheaded like that.

she paused upon approach, her frame awkwardly shuffling as she attempted to decipher in real time whether angel would stand to greet her or whether she should’ve just sat down as well. once the former was confirmed, azul gingerly mirrored the action with all the care of a professional handling a museum artifact. one wrong move and it was all over. “ hey, ” she offered, her arm half-heartedly wrapped around the other woman only to retract as soon as she felt like she could linger into the touch. she finally sat then, her hands coming to rest in her lap as her gaze discretely searched for a comfortable, appropriate place to land.

“ i — yeah, everything’s okay, ” she lied. “ i just… ” apparently, spitting the words out proved to be even more challenging than she could’ve imagined during her bedroom practice of the spiel. after a hard swallow, she decided to just spill them out — she could always arrange them into a semblance of something neat later. “ so listen — my ma, she’s throwing a thing…you know how her things go.” after all, zoraida had recruited angel’s assistance plenty of times by then to bring her parties to life, her daughter-in-law, as she proudly referred to azul’s other half. “i…i haven’t had the heart to tell her. about us.” her voice dropped a few notches then, as if zoraida herself was standing between the two behind the park bench, accessorized ears perked towards the skies.

realistically, her ma knew about the rupture. of course she did. zoraida was often made aware of the inevitable before azul herself could conceive of it. it was bordering on idiocy for her to be playing this pretend. nonetheless, the woman continued. “ …i know maybe this sounds stupid and selfish and childish and — ” she paused, practically biting her tongue to hold back the unproductive, self-defensive precursors. “ …can you come? we don’t have to put on some show, i wouldn’t expect anything like that. i just…i know she would like to see you. it would make her so happy. ” and, it would make me happy, too. that part, she couldn’t get her mouth to form. that part felt irrelevant and inappropriate to utter, after everything.

[willowmuses]

Joel cared for her, sure. That's why he asked. Just because he was a drug dealer didn't mean that he was an asshole or a complete asshole. She didn't seem like she was 100% sure of herself, but he didn't pry on it. A smile curved on the corner of his mouth at the mention of a vinyl. He liked music, it was a calming mechanism for him when he couldn't express his emotions or how he was feeling inside. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I'll come up, I'm already here."

[othcrworlds]

call her crushed beneath cynicism’s heavy, steel-toed boot, but iris braced herself for the sharp whip of a rejection before she could even fully register her body preparing for it. her arms rigidly crossed over her chest instinctively loosened as, in a surprising twist of her somber expectations, he accepted the offer. the blonde found herself nodding at his acceptance, almost as if savoring it on her palette. after a beat, she met his gaze with her tired one before softly propelling herself off the brick wall. “cool.” with that, she turned on one heel, her boots crunching the asphalt beneath them as if to seal the deal.

she took her time in steering him through the garden that led up to her temporary residence. the path curved gently through dense greenery, and with each step, the outside world receded until the arched doorway ahead felt inevitable. “you’ll have to ignore the mess,” she tossed out over her shoulder. “i’ve been working on some things and, well, you know how that goes.” her trinkets-loaded keyring jingled almost too giddily as she unlocked her door and stepped inside. once they were both housed beneath the roof of her spanish colonial revival and enveloped by the foundational scent of lavender, she instantly got to work on securing them both within — body operating on pure muscle memory to reactivate her ambitious alarm system.

[dcntstop]

OPEN TO : m / f / nb PLOT : they're at a party (could be on a boat, at the beach, at a frat house) and she's feeling frisky (t.aboo, multiple people, inc*st, age gap accepted! bonus points if y/m's friends join in!)

"baby." she said, a pout immediately forming on her lips. "don't you want to have a threesome tonight?"

[othcrworlds]

her words hit him like her expensive fragrance always did: unexpectedly, breezily, and heavily appreciated. ari was aware that this suggestion inquiry wasn’t simply materializing out of thin air. surely, there was no coincidence to be found in the fact that his homeboy was too on board, partying away and enjoying all the nautical luxuries that the cozy yacht had to offer. the promoter wrapped a protective arm around her waist and pulled her into his side, ring-clad fingers curling against the fabric of her top. his other hand nursed his drink as if it too was a mischievous conspirator participating in their exchange. “mmm, that depends.” his voice lowered, landing against the silk that was her hair against her temple. “you want to keep it a hundred with me and tell me who you want, bebé?” if she wanted this, she would have to confirm his theory and point him out herself.

[sweetsoblivion]

open - m/f/nb (all)

plot: we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt

" what? " inez spat, clearly annoyed that she even had to face them again like this. " why are you looking at me like that?"

[othcrworlds]

"it's nothing, really." bullshit. they wouldn't have trapped one another in this spine-tensing exchange had that been the case. "it's just...i mean, i've been wondering where that shirt went," she finally quipped, tone airy despite the awkward circumstances. the dancer flicked her chin towards the oversized cotton tee swallowing the woman's petite frame, not unlike the way it typically housed paloma's during sticky summer nights. "...always did look better on you than me." clearly, inez wasn't in the mood for this sort of banter — hell, for paloma herself, yet that awareness didn't prevent paloma's grin from threatening to swallow her serene features. her fingertips lazily traversed the surface of her sweating iced coffee cup, as if preemptively wiping away the condensation would somehow make the contents within last longer. she stood before the older woman the way dancers did when they were at ease — weight claimed by one leg, the other unanchored, her hip resisting collapse as she kept herself long while she spoke.

[willowmuses]

Letting a quiet breath exhale through his nose. “Didn’t say it was a crime,” he muttered, eyes moved off of her and then towards the street. “And I’m not dodging you,” he added, his voice softened. “I’ve just had some things I had to handle.” Eyes returned to Iris. “Are you okay?”

[othcrworlds]

she could admit that perhaps she was suffering with a bout of self-centeredness. how childish to assume that he’d been blowing her off — he too had a life to conduct after all, much like she did. and yet, the possibility continued to loom over her like a seattle storm cloud. she joined him against the brick wall, shoulder connecting with the rough surface, arms crossing tightly across her chest. “mhm.” was she? did it even matter? her teeth preoccupied themselves with chewing the inside of her lower lip as she contemplated voicing the offer hanging on the tip of her tongue. eventually, it broke through like some freedom-hungry bird aching to stretch its wings. “…wanna come up? i have a vinyl with your name on it. got lucky at the usual place.”

[willowmuses]

Muse: Joel Graves (Aaron Paul) - 26-32 years - Drug Dealer

Open: All 21+ (F if romantic) (age gap welcome)

Joel leaned into the brick wall, knuckles pressed to his mouth as he exhaled hard. Dropping his hands to his sides. “What was so important that you couldn’t just call me?” @indiestarter

[othcrworlds]

“what, is it a crime to want to see you in person now?” a deflection, sure — but one that bought iris enough time to string together some semblance of a nonchalant response, one that wouldn’t have painted her in the vulnerable colors that she feared would stain her composure. tired gaze darted between her dealer’s expression and their frigid surroundings, unsure of where to comfortably land. “…either way…i feel like you’ve been dodging me. what’s up with that.”