apex predator

/ mun & muse 21+ / selective /

[maycanady]

Elizabeth Lail as Guinevere Beck YOU | 1.02 “The Last Nice Guy in New York”

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mcrlinn‌:

OPEN: m/f/nb MUSE: james mullen BASED: xx

knocking on the door, james looked around to see if anyone was watching, she wasn’t prude by any standard, but she didn’t need a million strangers seeing a picture of her practically in the nude. mullen socialite locked out in nothing but her panties was not a headline she wanted -  not even when she was desperate for tabloid attention. when the door finally opened, she turned to face them with a wide smile plastered on her face. “hi, i swear this isn’t what it looks like,” james started, looking down at herself. “i know exactly what it does look like but i promise it’s not. i got locked out and was hoping i could seek cover until the locksmith gets here. please. i will pay you if you want.” money was of no object to her.

“die you stupid fuck,” rosie mumbled into her gaming headset, ignoring the fact that it had died hours ago and she was cursing to no one but herself. her thumbs moved wildly against her controller as she heard a knock on her door, also ignoring that fact. it was her day off and she had big plans of doing absolutely nothing but killing fictional bad guys and building dream homes for her sims. however, the knock came once more and rosie paused with a sigh of defeat. nowadays, you never knew who could be on the other side of a knocking door. perhaps it was her landlord congratulating her for not having to pay next months rent. jennifer aniston finally stopping her cowardice ways and deciding that rosie was her one true love. it could be anything... but the last thing that rosie was expecting was to see her neighbor nearly naked and smiling at her. “yeah? what’s it supposed to look like?” she asked, amusement lacing her tone as she tilted her head to the side. rosie leaned forward, looking up and down the hallway of their floor and hearing a lock jiggling from three doors down. “jesus, fine, get in here,” rosie stated, reaching forward and grabbing the girl by the arm and pulling her inside her apartment. she would be damned if she was the root of her untimely embarrassment. after bringing her door to a close, rosie grabbed a hoodie that had been draped over the back of her couch. “here, i can get you some other clothes if you want?” to be fair, she was kind of digging the attire that she was already wearing.

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i’m slowly but surely working through my drafts so while i do that... reverse starter call?

[canthelps]

a plot where a girl gets pregnant off a one night stand and the dad wants nothing to do with her and so she decides she’s gonna be the worlds best mom and her female best friend who’s been in love with her for years offers to help her out and they FALL IN LOVE

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supernovcs‌:

open to f/m/non-binary. connection: ex-partner. we can plot the reason or just throw one @ me idc. messier the better!

cold fingers clench the door knob as eden peers through the peep hole in her apartment, heaving a deep sigh at the sight of them on the other side. this constant back and forth between the two was wearing eden thin –– her already limited patience was perched precariously at the edge of disappearing. she had spent the last few days in her apartment, holed away, ignoring any attempt at communication in order to make a dent in the manuscript of her newest project. writing true crime novels wasn’t a luxury to her –– she felt every ounce of pain, every piece of sadness from the gruesome topics she covered, almost too much so. emotional exhaustion was a common occurrence after a decent session, which is what made this all the worse. she had nothing left to give –– every ounce of her was simply tired. tired of fighting, of trying to make it work; she was close to giving up all hope that the two would ever work anything out. swinging the door open, eden leans against the door, half her body hidden by the wooden structure. “look, you can’t just show up like this anymore,” her voice was soft, as always, letting out an exhausted sigh. “we’re done, okay? i can’t keep doing this with you.” 

“i can’t stop thinking about you, e,” lena admitted with a slight chuckle on her voice. she had spent the last handful of weeks trying to do just that. she went to clubs, brought girls home, did anything and everything she could to bury eden in the back of her mind. but it never worked. the blonde was always clawing her way to the surface of lena’s mind and it was driving her crazy. they were exact opposites, and it shouldn’t have worked. granted, it didn’t work since they had been separated for quite some time now. the fighting got to be too much. cruel words thrown around at one another during their lowest points. it didn’t matter to lena though. when she fell in love, it stuck. “i wanna stop thinking about you because i know we’re done, but i just can’t.” she was tired of the fighting and constant back and forth. she was emotionally drained and she was certain by the look on eden’s face that she was too. “can we just... talk? i’m not going to fight with you, but i just... i miss talking to you.” it was a bad idea, and she knew that they were both aware of that, but she couldn’t just let eden slip away. she wouldn’t allow it.

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mcrlinn‌:

“I’ll let you know when I think of it,” Amy answered, the level of humor behind her words equal to his. At least they were still able to joke around with each other, the good nature not iced-over by the earlier misstep. “The next time?” She repeated eyebrow raised as she took another sip from her wine. “What makes you so sure there’s going to be a next time?” If he kept submitting art to the gallery that ended up on display, odds were they would run into each other again on the offhand chance Amy decided to come here instead of her usual gallery. Not that she was willing to take that risk nor did she think Oliver was either. Though her words might have insinuated something else, her smirk made it clear that she was also interested in there being a next time even before this time had ended. “Wait, wait, I thought we were past that?” She asked, eyes wide as though she’d been caught red-handed. And she was, to a degree. Amy certainly owed him something for her poor behavior. “If you insist, I guess I’ll have to get you dinner or a drink unless you’re planning on going out to celebrate a successful gallery opening with your friends?” 

“The next time, yes,” Oliver said with confident ease to his voice. Sure, it may have been forward to insinuate something so early into the meeting phase, but Oliver was pretty sure that forward and honest was their shared motto whenever it came to one another. Amy was open and honest about his works of art and Oliver was open and honest about the fact that he did not want tonight to be a strange moment of solidarity. He wanted more. “I mean, I can only be so sure, but I was going to ask you for your number before we parted ways, so we’ll just see I suppose.” The more he stood in front of her, the more he hoped that Amy was feeling the same positive vibes floating between the two of them. An easy bout of laughter left his body as he saw her face change, swirling the liquor in his glass before he was taking another sip from it. An amused smile quickly turned into a curious glance in the woman’s direction as he shrugged his shoulders. “I uh- I never bring my friends into the mix whenever it comes to gallery nights. I guess if you’re being serious, I’m all yours tonight, Miss Amy.”

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wildinvite‌:

based.

some people could not take a hint. octavia may currently be on the verge of drunk but it isn’t hard to notice the same guy from a few hours previous ( the same one that deemed it appropriate to grab her ass mid-dance ) following her around the club. she’d tried her best to shake him off— she ignored any attempts he made to talk to her, purposely spilled her drink on his lap and even hid in the ladies bathroom for twenty minutes but still, the man remained relentless. from the corner of her eye, she can still see him, downing a beer and not being the slightest bit subtle in watching her. with a sigh, octavia sets her sights on a new plan: the same person the girl had been making flirty eyes with the whole damn night. sure, there’s a small chance they could be on the same level as creepy mcgee but it’s a risk she’s willing to take. “babe!” she calls out as she approaches, a tight smile on her face as she tilts her head minutely in the guy’s direction. god, please take the hint. “i didn’t think you were coming.”

going to clubs had become more of a weekly ritual for lena. she would spend her nights on the dance floor, dancing with anyone nearby or just simply by herself before she parked herself on a stool at the bar. she would drink until everything got slightly blurry and then she deemed her night a success before finding an uber home. it was like she was finally able to live her college years, since attending julliard took partying off of the table for her. tonight was different though - but only slightly. she had been dancing, drinking, enjoying her night, but for some reason her eyes always floated back to eyeing the blonde that had been making her way throughout the club. she was pretty, had a nice ass, but most importantly, she seemed to be eyeing lena too. she noticed the familiar eyes growing in close proximity and lena almost glanced around to see who this mystery girl could possibly be speaking with when she noticed it - the nod. it was a common occurrence amongst women to pay attention to the nod of help, and the girl was giving her just that. “hi love,” lena cooed out towards the girl as she approached, taking the hint as she pulled her body closer to hers with a smile. maybe it was better whenever a night deviated from the normal. “i wasn’t going to come but i ended up finishing up early enough. missed you.” lena cleared her throat for a moment, willing herself to push the boundaries and take what she wanted for the moment. seize the day, right? she wrapped an arm loosely around the girl’s waist as she pulled her closer, brushing her lips gently against her cheek. “what’s your name?” lena whispered softly near her ear, knowing she would be able to hear her.

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wildinvite‌:

 based.

garfield’s muscles feel heavy from exhaustion as he sluggishly makes his way down the steps of the station, hefty bag slung over his shoulder and a much needed cup of coffee in his hand. the man hadn’t realised just how late it had gotten until he’d stepped outside into the cool, night air, having been buried under paperwork for the past 11 hours. the darkness was a welcoming reprieve from the harsh lights of his work computer.

images of a hot shower and being able to curl up on the couch in front of the television with his dog motivate him just enough to keep moving, but those comforting thoughts are quickly dispelled by the sight in front of him and he comes to a screeching halt. “what the hell?!” he exclaims, the rough scratches in the paint of his car making his eyes widen. with the girl still holding a set of keys in her hand, it didn’t take a genius to figure out who was responsible for the damage— he just had no clue as to why. “what do you think you’re doing?!”

"P-I-G... oh, that’s a good one, Rosie,” she said to herself, keys to her parent’s house gliding across the paint of the car beneath her hand, spelling out the word. It had been four days since she had caught her now ex-boyfriend sleeping with another girl in their shared bed, and she would say she was doing pretty well with the loss. The first couple of days, she had locked herself away, but it was today that she was back to being a functioning human being. It might have been thanks to more alcoholic beverages than she could count on two hands anymore, but she was functioning nonetheless. “Fuck you, and you, and you,” she murmured to herself as she keyed various sized lines across the side of the car, ending at the hood of it. She jumped slightly at the sound of a man’s voice, feeling more than startled since she had been so focused. Rosie looked up, expecting to find her boyfriend, but instead she found a much cuter guy. She giggled softly to herself, a hiccup escaping her body as she shrugged her shoulders. “My boyfriend cheated on me and this is his car,” she explained, dragging her key across the hood of the automobile, digging the jagged edge deeper into the paint than the line before. “I’m sending him a message, wanna help?”

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ncrthernlights‌:

You’re my RA and you signed a contract saying you wouldn’t hook up with your residents but can we overlook that for just tonight? and next week? and for the rest of the semester, maybe? {open to female/nb}

Bad idea. No, that would be putting it lightly. This was a fucking tragedy in the making. Everything in her mind was screaming to fake sleep. This was not only a matter of ethics but she could lose her job. Her parents’ disappointment was the last thing she wanted. Still, her curiosity was piqued. She wasn’t foolish. No one in their right mind would be in front of her door at three o'clock in the morning. No one that is, except them. Aimlessly, she watched the shadows beneath her door– almost as though they were trying to find their nerve. Her feet dangled off the bed. Her hair was a mess and her glasses were doing her no favours. She looked like a sleep-deprived trainwreck. Which she was. They’d kept her up most nights without even trying.  Just the looks they’d given her– they were enough to set her mind into a tailspin. Flinging caution at the wind, Mia hopped off her bed. With sweaty palms and shaky hands, she turned the doorknob. “You do know what time it is, right,” she slowly spoke, frantically trying to keep an ounce of authority in her tone. “– what are you doing here?”

The walk from her friend’s dorm to hers had been a challenge to say the least. Rosie was trying her hand at ‘behaving’ whenever it came to her testing week, but that was proving to be easier said than done. No parties. No girls. No hooking up. Nothing fun at all. She had even spent most of the night studying at her friends room so that she could be babysat into studying for her tests instead of sneaking away for a ‘quick drink at the nearest frat party’. Such acts always meant that she was at least out of it for a solid three hours. She couldn’t help herself that she was the reigning beer pong champion. “I’m walking through the doors as we speak, Nora,” Rosie said through her phone with a slight chuckle to her voice. “I’m in my dorm building. No I will not let you speak to the door RA. Have a goodnight.” It was a nice gesture, but an unnecessary one. She was focused. Rosie was going to get cozied up in her pajamas and spend the rest of her night studying for her next test. Her hands riffled through her backpack, trying to find her keys but to no avail. “Shit,” she whispered to herself under her breath, knowing that her roommate was out at said parties Rosie was avoiding. Before she knew it, she was in front of Mia’s door. She knew that this was going to have the potential to be a lecture and a half, especially with the number of times Rosie had stumbled her way to Mia’s room so that she could be drunkenly let into her room because locks were hard. “I locked myself out,” Rosie explained, her eyes fixated on the floor as she shrugged her shoulders. “I think I left my keys at my friend’s, but she’s all the way across campus and I’m not go--” Rosie’s voice faltered during her sentence as she raised her eyes to meet Mia’s, smiling a little to herself. It wasn’t a surprise that Rosie had always had a thing for Mia - she was hot, smart, and a goddamn figure of authority. “Did you ever get around to making another spare for our room or am I going to have to crash here all night?” She hoped for the latter. 

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annawintcur‌:

OPEN TO FEMALES/MALES/NB — it had reached that part of the night of taz’s babysitting adventures where she was finding cheerios in the oddest places and baby shark continued to quietly buzz in her eardrums. the young ones had finally allowed sleep to take over their bodies and taz, after putting them to bed, decided to spend the next hour cleaning so that she didn’t have to wake up early to do so. the sound of the front door clicking open had instantly caught her attention, causing her head to poke from the kitchen. the parents said their red eye flight wouldn’t have them back until the morning hours and, for a quick second, taz really thought she was going to have to put a semester of self defense class to use ( the same self defense class that she spent flirting with charli beyers instead of actually listening ). a wave of relief washed over the nanny to see the older sibling appear from behind the front door and she’s quick to wash her hands of sticky substances that accumulated from being around a toddler. “i’m in the kitchen,” she warned, attempting to give them a heads up so that they didn’t have the same sort of fear that she almost just had. after drying her hands, taz attempted to make herself look decent by catching her reflection in a stainless steel appliance and tucking her hair behind her ears before pressing her hip against the kitchen island, a smile gently appearing when the other walked through the kitchen threshold. “don’t tell your parents but we had cheerios and ice cream for dinner. there’s only about a few spoonfuls left if you want the rest.” once taz’s mouth started going, it was hard to get it to stop. especially when she used to have the biggest crush on the person standing in front of them. taz remember nights when she would kill to just be alone with them in the same reason, kind of how they were just now. “i’ve gotta ask: exactly how royally did you fuck up that your parents had to hire someone to babysit your baby sibling? either they don’t trust you or you don’t get along. i have a hard time believing the latter, they’re goddamn adorable. even if their taste in music is super questionable and they put, like, everything in their mouth.” taz’s head tilted to the side, suddenly curious about what the answer could be. “i mean, i’m not complaining since i’m getting paid and all… wait, i’ve got it,” they announced with a snap of their fingers, “you totally dropped them on their head, didn’t you?”

everyday was always the same -- school, work, homework, repeat. rosie had been sick and tired of the boring and mundane that came with being a ‘struggling’ college student from the second she enrolled in her courses. she had opted out of the option of on campus living, knowing that her newly pregnant with the uh oh baby of the century mother would be needing some help around the house. it wasn’t that she was angry that she was getting a baby sibling thrown into the mix, it was just that the kid was a solid decade late for rosie to truly bask in the joy of having a tiny kid sibling around. instead, her typical college career was tainted with nights cut short and parties skipped because she needed to babysit. after many nights of complaints coming from the eldest daughter of the baker house, something stuck. it was only a matter of time before the ever so adorable taz was granted babysitting responsibilities in the house. it was a nice change of pace. rosie was able to go out with friends and stumble home at whatever hour she wanted, all because taz was going to be there time and time again. plus, she was easy on the eyes. rosie wasn’t friends with taz by any means, but she had seen her around the halls whenever she was still attending high school and the peppy manner of the girl was always something admirable. she was cute. but she was spoken for by the eldest baker child, damian. 

for the third night in a row, rosie was coming home far too late. it was a friday night, so there was hardly any case to be held against her. she struggled with her key before granting access inside and smiling to herself. she knew there had to be someone around considering damian was far into his dreamland escape, but it was nice to hear the silence. however, at the tone of a voice, rosie could only smile to herself. taz. she made her way towards the noise, anchoring herself to the kitchen island as she looked at the familiar girl. she was drunk still, but not nearly as drunk as she had been an hour previous. “i think you got me all figured out, tazmanian devil. said bad taste in music made me throw him on his head, not just drop.” rosie delivered the joke with a little too much ease in her voice before she was leaning down to place her elbows against the countertop. “to be honest? i just wanted an excuse to party a little harder whenever my parents were gone. kids real cute, but he’s a real tough bugger to drink with.” 

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oof i had the crappiest, busiest work week. anyway give this a like for a reverse starter call ~ i’ll get through them either tonight or tomorrow night!

[mythamour-deactivated20190223]

not to be dramatic but ship with me

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open to: f -- based on this

zeke wasn’t proud of his choices in life. he wasn’t proud of the fact that he had been incarcerated for the past five years, following the same path that his father had taken. to him, prison time was something necessary though. you see, he had beaten a man until he was nearly dead, but it had been for all good reasons - he had found out that his sister’s boyfriend was laying hands on her in the wrong way. if he could, he would do it again. however, his mother didn’t feel the same pride in his actions as he had. in the five years that he was locked up, she never once called, wrote, or visited him. nor did his sister, but he didn’t blame her. she was young and impressionable. however, on the day that he was being released, he was shocked to hear that it would be a release to someone. he couldn’t peg who it would be and as he clung to the bag of his belongings and walked out the door, he was shocked to see the girl. they had been together all through high school, dancing throughout each other’s lives in the years following. he was going to marry her, he was sure of it. or at least that’s what he thought before he was arrested. “what are you...?” zeke asked as he made his way closer to the girl, confused as to why she would be the one to pick him up.

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thosemalemuses:

gimme muse a just finished his sentence in jail and he’s lost contact with most of the people in his former life. on the day of his release, the gate pulls back and his high school sweetheart who he lost contact with years ago muse b is in the parking lot.

[avngrsendgame-deactivated201812]

really cute ‘opposites attract’ plots i really want:

the cute and sweet girl in school who sits in the back next to the bad boy of the class who turns his ugly graffiti into art on his desk after he leaves class so he comes back to flowers in stead of knives

the happy florist who delivers one flower to the boss of the hardcore law firm across the street everyday, just to make their day a little bit brighter

the neighbor who sings with her dogs in the morning while getting ready, thus annoying/charming the grumpy neighbor bartender/dancer/security guard/etc, who just came home from their graveyard shift

a music teacher in a local kindergarten who always brings the cool, and kind of scary, science teacher baked goods whenever she does cooking classes with the kids

the happy go lucky professor always asking that one student who sleeps during their class period to stay back and help them catch up on what they slept through, without fail

a grizzly police officer constantly coming to the aid of a soft sweetheart who’s scared of practically everything, yet they can’t seem to force them to stop calling them

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Dakota || Nora

Dakota: hey are you sleeping right now?

Dakota: I can't sleep... My mind is racing.

Dakota: how did you know you liked girls? Or how do you know you... Like anyone?

Nora: of course i'm not sleeping, this is my prime time

Nora: oh i mean good evening to you too?

Nora: the best way to know you like like someone? fanny flutters. you get them constantly and it's the best

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slwdancing‌:

this had to be some sick dream ericka is having— because who in their right mind would ask their ex to do something like this? of course nora would. for some reason ericka will probably never be able to rid herself of this woman, something she doesn’t even know if she wants to do. in all honesty this had been one of her hardest breakups she has had to deal with, her feelings for nora went deep, deeper than deep. deep enough to think that their life together was going to last forever and when that didn’t happen it destroyed ericka. it was so deep there was actually a little engagement box still sitting in ericka’s underwear drawer, such a cliche place to keep it. after a few minutes of silence passing between the two, ericka speaks up. “you’re crazy, you know that, right? absolutely out of your mind.” she takes one deep breath, looking at nora to try and gauge if this really was some kind of sick joke they wanted to pull on her. “i need a drink if we are going to talk anymore about this.” which is a good sign, she may have not said yes to nora right then, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to turn her down even if ericka giving her a death glare. she leaves the door open to her as she turns to walk back down the hallway, going towards the kitchen to get that drink.

“yeah trust me, i’m well aware of that,” nora admitted, bringing a hand to the back of her neck as she hung onto her body that way. she needed anchored to the moment. nora knew that she was an absolute wanker for even asking such a thing, but truth be told, she hadn’t told her family of their break-up because she hadn’t even began to come to mentally prepare herself for the heartbreak that such a realization would bring to her. she had been telling herself over and over again that they were on nothing more than a break. deep down? she knew things were over, but she couldn’t admit that to herself. not yet. “right of course that’s a go--” nora laughed softly to herself as her words were cut off by ericka leaving and disappearing into her home. she knew exactly where the girl was going. in fact, nora was positive that she could shut her eyes right then and there and arrive at the exact location where her ex-girlfriend was heading. they might not have seen one another for a handful of weeks, but she could never forget the endless hours she had spent at ericka’s place. nora glanced around behind her, trying to gauge if this was the moment where she was actually allowed back inside. she cleared her throat before she stepped across the threshold and joined her ex-girlfriend inside, calling out to her, “is the whole drink thing a mutually exclusive thing for me as well? because i’ve felt like i’m going to either pass out or throw up since i started my drive over here.”