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[fauxpunks]

OPEN TO: w & nb.

PLOT: it's the holidays, lucy got kicked out of christmas dinner because she called her mom's new boyfriend a toad, and your muse sees her grumpy and in the cold.

SUGGESTED CONNECTION: former childhood besties, exes, her ex bestfriend's current partner, a random mom from the neighborhood (age gaps welcome hehe), her mom's new bf's kid idk, someone's she been hooking up with, literally whatever you can think of.

"you don't have to pity me. i would much rather freeze to death out here than deal with that cunt and her boyfriend. he literally smells like crusty asshole." there weren't very many moments where lucy was dignified, or spoke in a gentle way .... but there was a kind of anger that she hadn't expected come out of herself when she spoke about it. making a face, she tugged the coat around her shivering body further. "i'm sure you're busy with your family or whatever."

[fauxpunks]

OPEN TO: w & nb if romantic, all if platonic.

"did you invite me over because i'm a dyke and you think that i'm good with a hammer?" both were true, of course. brodie absolutely fit the stereotype, but she wasn't going to give up an opportunity to tease the other person. half of the reason for buying the massive pick up truck that they drove over was to help people move. and that included fixing things for a case of beer. "you're lucky i like you." she lifted the tool box with a grin and walked through the door, glancing around for where she was needed.

[fauxpunks]

open to: w & nb, over 30

plot: loosely based on this gif set. tate's husband runs the weird, small town and she is basically the people's princess. your muse moves into town with her husband or partner and tate is scarily obsessed. but she plays it off well.

"well, well, well. i was wondering when you were going to show your pretty face out and about." there was a bright grin on her face as she walked up to the newest face in the county. tatum taylor was a household name before she married the most influential man in town, but it was expected of her. and she ran it like a well-oiled machine. but when the newcomer showed up, something shifted in her. a desire she wasn't entirely used to. she grabbed the other by the elbow and pulled her towards herself. "are you too cool for the rest of us? are we all too small town for you, babe?"

[fauxpunks]

open to: w, over 30.

plot: your muse's husband is infertile (and embarrassed about it) or, for whatever reason, wants to have a baby and archie is her assistant or just someone that works for her.

".....i don't think you want a college dropout to be the, like, father of your baby, or whatever." the words were snorted out nervously, forcing out a laughter even though he could feel how sweaty his palms were getting. the fact that she put the idea in his head had him reeling, completely dizzy. he messed with his tie, knowing he couldn't lose this job. "i-i mean, look at you! i think i'd⸺" he gestured, dramatically, that something was blowing up. "⸺... i mean, like. way too soon. i'd probably miss your, like, womb or whatever."

[fauxpunks]

open to: two femme muses.

plot: based on.

the man was bad. he was stalking those two girls as they stumbled out of the bar drunk. and max had been hunting for a man like that. he was some rabid animal caught in a trap without even realizing it. slashing his throat, dragging him back to his unidentifiable cabin, taking care of him. only to find those two girls weren't drunk at all, weren't as unaware as he thought. he'd been followed. dark clothing clung to him, black gloves pulled off as he looked between the two of them. "what is this?" he questioned, defensive. but it broke his code to hurt a woman, so if they were going to overtake him ..... well, he'd let them. did they figure out he was a monster? of course. they must've. but he was their protector, he thought. that's what he was doing. protecting. the pile of bodies, the notches in his belt .... those were all because he was playing god. "don't you know it's dangerous for you two to be here? you could really get hurt." he had barely cleaned himself off, but the man was tucked away in a freezer in the cellar for now.

[fauxpunks]

OPEN TO: all.

PLOT: natt and your muse are co-stars, but the director has been purposefully trying to pit them against each other. the entire shoot has been toxic, and there has been weird feelings lingering. they are supposed to be lovers in the film, and they've been left alone on set to work through a scene.

"i can't take this seriously when you look at me like that." natt could feel her stomach churning, watching the last person on set walk off and leaving the two of them alone in a room. this was her first movie where she had more than two lines, and though something felt off, she didn't want to lose the opportunity. she felt exposed, but something about that exposure made it feel like she was on fire. "you're supposed to look at me like you want to fuck me. like the only thing you could ever want in the entire world is to fuck me. look at me like that." there was an intensity in the air, natalia's practically bare chest rising and falling as she looked at her costar, the energy in the room shifting.

[fauxpunks]

OPEN TO: w & nb.

PLOT: that cliche plot where your muse says that they've never had someone go down on them/they don't enjoy it (bc the person who did it was bad) and hughie is offering his services.

"i.... know this might be coming out of left field and all. and i know i don't seem like the kind of guy that would be good at it, or experienced but...." the man was beginning to settle down onto his knees, swallowing thickly as he considered how he might lay out the offer. hughie wasn't the kind of guy that turned these sort of things into games. giving someone pleasure was genuinely one of the few things that made him feel good, like he was contributing to society. settled between their knees, he glanced up and offered a sweet smile. "do you mind if i try? and if i suck, if you hate it, then we can stop and we can watch gilmore girls and pretend nothing happened."

[fauxpunks]

OPEN TO: all.

VIBE: deacon is a silly little himbo who gets treated like sh*t by most people and your muse is his partner / friend / fwb / ex / whatever who feels like they're the only ones who care about his feelings.

"my manager called. he told me that i'm too ugly to audition for emerald fennell's new movie, so i've been looking online to see if there's anyone that can make me look hot!" deacon was looking over his shoulder as he spoke, before turning to his laptop and scrolling through a sketchy looking website. "i looked up 'how to get yassified in real life' but it didn't help much."