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i swear i'm working on drafts but, in the meantime, i posted some starters yesterday that i'll link under the cut if anyone feels so inclined to answer any <33

erika liu | very YA summer vibes, normal people/one day/lizzy mcalpine inspired pining lalala (fc lola tung)

leo escobar | former musician who'd retired after one too many rehab stints tries to get back into the industry and it's going great !!! (fc pedro pascal)

bena stacey | chaotic gremlin of a lesbian & the prissy/popular/righ/straight/what have you girl she keeps entertaining bc she's weak !!(fc devery jacobs)

mori okere | my mans is about to get married (mistake) only to find that the stripper at his bachelor party is his ex/high school sweetheart/sister's friend/etc. (fc damson idris)

romi merlo | age gap lesbians !! chaos incarnate who owns a vintage movie shop and everyone seems to be adulting better than her :' ) (fc linda cardellini)

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open to: f/nb inspo: linked in source, but it doesn't specifically to be someone spoiled/rich -- could also just be an overachiever (which bena is not) or someone who takes life serious (which bena also does not) or mb they're not out or have a boyfriend !!! her type is emotionally unavailable and unlikely to speak to her in public unless under duress <33

"i just think it's convenient that this is all coming up after i've eaten your pussy is all." which wasn't to say that bena wouldn't have still offered if they'd broached the conversation before, but that was far from the point. "you're acting like i'm the one being difficult, but when has it ever been me picking fights and then crawling back the next day?" which, to be fair, ben would do... her unhealthy attachment to someone who was only willing to be with her in secret couldn't be overstated. but it was rare that she disagreed with them at all, let alone enough to pick a fight or, god forbid, hold a grudge. the very thought exhausted her.

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open to: f/m/nb inspo: leo used to be a semi-popular country/rock musician who was v much into the party scene of it all (think b. cooper a la a star is born). substance abuse issues, in and out of rehabs, messy relationships, fights with paparazzi..... the whole shtick really until he finally got clean in his thirties and disappeared altogether but now he's looking to make a comeback !!! and terrified that if he rekindles too many past relationships he'll just fall back into bad habits but the man needs music to keep him sane ok

frankly, the networking aspect of the music industry had been what leo was most nervous about once he'd re-signed with his old label and, based on the fact that he'd run into them within five minutes of arriving to whatever party they were throwing for him, the anxiety had been warranted. "trust me, i didn't miss you or.... this... or any of that other shit." not entirely true, but he was almost as desperate to make them believe it as he was himself. "i missed the music. that's all, and that's all i'm here for. no more of that... bullshit, y'know?" the huge posters of his former album covers hanging on the walls said otherwise, but he'd been avoiding making eye contact with them as though they'd disappear as long as he didn't acknowledge them.

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open to: f/nb (28+) inspo: loosely based on plot in source — romi is v type c space cadet who should absolutely be running her own business let alone successfully ?? but somehow her lil movie shop is still staying above water bc she kind of just manages to talk her way out of things or they just work out !!!!! and she never thinks about the how or why or the consequences of her actions or the way other people are impacted by them and it's FINE :' ) so either someone she's hired or maybe a friend or someone who works in the same lil strip mall or like her accountant?? anyone who would give her a hard time which could literally be.... anyone

"i think you're blowing this way out of proportion." or they were appropriately responding to a mess of her making that romi had decided not to deal with yet.... which seemed much more plausible. "i was late on one payment! no big deal!! i'll pay the fee and write it down so i don't forget it next month." she took the pen from behind her ear and scribbled a reminder onto a spare sticky note before brandishing it in front of her as though it was some sort of proof despite the fact that romilda had picked it up from a forgotten mountain of similarly scribbled on sticky notes. "and i swear to god, if you say the words 'credit score' to me one more time i'll lose my mind: they're not even real!"

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open to: f/nb inspo: he's about to get married (mistake) and let his friends throw him a bachelor party (second mistake) but it turns out the stripper they hired is his first love/high school sweetheart/ex/sister's friend/etc. :')

in all honesty, tomori had agreed to the bachelor party his best friends planned because it seemed like what he was supposed to do. he was supposed to have a bachelor party before his wedding. he was supposed to marry the girl he'd been with since his freshman year of college. he was supposed to be excited for both events and yet... he found himself counting down the minutes until it was all over. the party, at least, had been prepared with enough distractions to keep mori's mind off of his impending nuptials. after a few drinks, he'd managed to shake off some of the tension that lived in his shoulders lately and was even roused to smile when the inevitable stripper arrived. he'd just settled back into the chair when she walked in, but mori's smile quickly faded when he and the dancer locked eyes. "oh, shit— i mean, hey, ah... i didn't know—" the awkward silence settled over the entire room quickly. "——— you look good. i-i mean, you look like you're doing good!"

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open to: m/f/nb inspo: you know the vibes one day/normal people/any lizzy mcalpine song.... she's YEARNING. in theory, bc that would require her to actually communicate <33 childhood friend, childhood friend's sibling, sibling's childhood friend, childhood friend's significant other !! looking to give emily henry a run for her money iykyk

it was uncanny how often they seemed to find themselves alone with one another at parties... if she didn't know any better, erika could've sworn it was the work of fate pushing them together. she did know better, of course, which was why she cleared her throat to break the silence that she could feel building between them. "so, be honest: how long did it take after the first jell-o shot jason forced on you to realize it was a mistake letting him drag you out tonight?"

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i got em 😎

about to try and get my mom tickets to one of those le creuset factory to table events………….. pray for me

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about to try and get my mom tickets to one of those le creuset factory to table events………….. pray for me

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Aubri Ibrag as Lizzy Elmsworth in The Buccaneers (2023–)│2.02 "Holy Grail"

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despite the anxiety he felt at the prospect of being caught, bowie knew better than to spurn a white flag which was how he viewed her fingers wrapping around hers. in fact his own hand closed around hers and, either in an act of selfishness or desperation as she seemed to be slipping away, he was quick to draw her in against his chest, long arms wrapping around her. "i don't like it either, but i do think this is a good idea, and you're the only one i want." there was a new feeling of guilt bubbling up, the guilt of having worried her and made her feel as though he were second guessing things, but bowie shoved it back down for the night at least. "i am going to tell him. tonight, if he shows, but he's been so all over the place..." he had a vision of he and her soon-to-be-ex enjoying an evening together first, maybe having a couple of beers, setting a mood before breaking the news but, realistically, bow was well aware that he may just need to blurt it out. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to worry you i just.... i want to do everything right. but i'm not sure if there is a right way to tell your best friend that you're in love with his girlfriend."

it wasn't as if she wasn't aware of how they grew up together. she'd heard stories from both of them about it enough. some nights, the guilt ate her alive as she laid in bed with her boyfriend, when all she could think about was bowie. she almost wanted to blame herself for ruining such a friendship, but she knew it wasn't just her at fault. bowie had fallen for her, too. and the more he spoke to her, the more she settled back into the idea that he cared just as much, that he wanted to be with her just as much. her expression softened, understanding exactly how he felt. "no bow, i— i know it's not easy for you." and she did uncrossing her arms from her chest to reach out and gently grab his hand. even in the talks of not being able to keep hands to themselves, her subconscious enticed her to reach for him. "i just don't like it when you're not talking to me. it just feels like.. maybe you're thinking this isn't a good idea anymore." that maybe it would just be easier to go back to not acknowledging the feelings, pretend it never happened. "but i want you.. and if you still want to do this with me, then.. maybe we should tell him sooner than later."

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"i believe in nothing but one hundred percent honesty with my clients!" which couldn't have been further from the truth. in fact, nora was almost never honest.... though her warmth toward the brunette was strangely not manufactured. "don't let her get to you: maple's just as bad. i mean, she's had three foals by three different studs so.... she's really in no position to judge." but it was nice to imagine that she was in the company of someone as dark or twisted as she was. she'd prepared herself for a rough landing, but even nora couldn't help but stumble back a few steps as jules crashed into her arms. "no, no, it's fine—" she was fighting the urge not to laugh again. "it doesn't seem like horses are really your thing... what made you want to take a riding lesson?"

jules couldn't help but laugh along, finding the chime of nora's voice intoxicating. "wooow. i can't believe you couldn't even try to play along!" though, it had been quite obvious to both parties that jules wasn't really the horse girl she'd claimed to be, maple must have sensed that from the beginning. "well, she's certianly spot on, my character is fucking atrocious. she must have heard of my reputation and was seconds away from bucking me off or whatever it's called." stomach twisting as nora spotted her from below, she tried to slide off of the horse's back and into her arms as gracefully as possible, but grace was never a trait jules claimed to possess, and she fell into the other. "i'm so sorry, oh my god."

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"who the fuck said i'm needy? i'm horny, it's different." but not by much. not when it was mckenna van cortlandt in his lap, at least. still, the grunt dom let out as she pushed him down was decidedly quieter than he'd been before, and the way her words sent a chill down his spine as his hands sought out her hips was all the indication needed to make it clear just who called the shots between the two of them. he wanted to roll his eyes— not because the implication that he was her 'good boy' was unwelcome, but because he'd spent the better part of thirty years developing a certain image. one she continued to chip away at, no matter how stubbornly he tried to hold onto it. "am i ever anything but?" he pulled her onto his lap, lips immediately getting to work at the side of her neck as he knew he was meant to. "the listening is a work in progress, maybe."

open to: masc muses that would respond to good boy.

plot: loosely based on this gif set, gimme a himbo puppy dog for her. maybe a surgeon that's above her, one of her parents' friends, someone famous that has a macho/dominating appearance, etc. m*mmy kink optional.

"if you can't stay quiet, everyone's going to find out just how needy you are." her hand gripped their crotch firmly, after shoving them onto the bed that did not belong to her but she was sure going to make sure she claimed it. "are you gonna be a good boy and listen to me?" she pressed her lips to their ear, voice husky, dirty. kenna's blood was pumping through her veins, knowing there was the possibility that someone could walk in on them. maybe that's what she wanted. maybe she wanted everyone to know that she was in charge.

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"that sounds like a lot of work just to set me up on a blind date. why are you so invested in my dating life, anyway? if i'm telling you i'm happy, then that should be that! i'm not out here trying to set you up." though they both knew why that was, and it had nothing to do with his disinterest in her dating life. arguably, he was too interested... and disappointed every time she picked someone who wasn't him despite it having been the trend for almost their entire friendship. he turned away from her again as she spoke, finding it as difficult as ever to listen to her praise without taking it too much to heart. "i'm not so sure about that. i mean, i'm pretty neurotic.... and my friends are kind of a handful." he looked over his shoulder at her with a pointed look, though his lips were curled up into the hint of a smirk. it disappeared quickly, though, the second she inevitably floated the idea of sleeping with him in his bed. "i don't know, siena." but it was hard to argue when the memory of the last time she'd been in miles' bed, the last time she'd been curled around him, was fresh in his mind. "i'm already gonna be exhausted tomorrow, and you kick. you walking around groaning might be annoying, but it'd be a lot less painful for me."

she hated that he was right, and was complimentary while doing it, cheeks warming as her flattered smile became hard to hide. "whatever," siena shrugged him off, knowing that in moments like this, it was hard to hide just how fond of the boy she was. not that it changed anything about their circumstances, it debatebly made it harder. "i obviously wouldn't just put your number out there, miles, i don't want to torture you so much that you don't even want to be my friend anymore! i'd at least list a new email i've made that filters through all applicants before sending them a series of very important miles-based questions to answer, then pick whoever i thought was the best match for you." though, her gut told her she'd never truly approve of anyone for him. that was a problem. "do you really not want to be with anyone? i think you'd make a great partner." gulping down the water he'd shared with her, siena knew she needed to stop the conversation before they fell into one that was too familiar, too dangerous to get trapped in, but she couldn't help herself. "thank you for saving my life tonight, you're truly a hero for letting me crash. but..." lashes batting once more, "do i really have to sleep on the couch? you know it fucks up my back, and you don't want me walking around groaning about it in the middle of the night, do you? i sleep so much better in your bed." she was pushing her luck, but who would she be if she wasn't?

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"oh, you're definitely the loosest end i have, babe." but he was an end that, whether or not jas would admit it to him (or her employers), she had no interest in cutting off. he seemed to defrost quicker than she'd expected, but she tried not to let herself feel too smug about it. still, she couldn't hold back a giddy laugh as his arm wound around her, his breath warm against her ear when he spoke. "yeah, i think that's a good idea. your best yet, maybe." she stood on her toes again to dot another kiss to his lips though her expression was incredibly serious as she studied him. "i am glad you know: i wanted you to know, benj, i've almost told you a dozen times but i⸺" it wasn't just frightening, knowing what her employers would ask of her if they found out, but it was terrifying to know that after years of relationships that had meant nothing in comparison to her career she'd finally run into someone who she was willing to throw it all away for. "i'm a little scared of you, i think. not in the way you would expect, but.... yeah, you make me nervous." and the way those emotions made her feel as though she was losing control had been a hard pill to swallow.

“i think i may be the loosest end that you have.” he offered a small smile, a knowing smile. he worried what it meant for them. despite the flair he had for the dramatics, benji was a little too smart. he felt like he could see and predict when and where it could all go wrong. he had to be one step ahead of even himself, so finding jas shook him to his core. “alright. good.” he leaned into her little kiss and then found himself laughing, nodding his head. benji was multifaceted in the sense that he could be wickedly charming, wickedly evil, and then completely stoic. it wasn’t too difficult to pull himself between his charm and his terror but something about his stoicism was harder to shake. jas seemed to pull him out of it. “yeah, alright. it’s pretty sexy.” smirking, benji wrapped a strong arm around her waist. “should we go home and fuck about it?”

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"well you've easily spent a quarter of your last book's earnings here... what else should i call you?" she had a few ideas, but none that felt particularly appropriate for a merchant and her customer. "i think i should actually get a plaque recognizing you as the number one customer." her cheeks flushed slightly as flora tried to ascertain whether the offer was genuine or not, but mai simply offered a coy shrug. "it was an invitation, but i get it if you have a process and need to work in a stuffy, dimly lit, messy room to get anything done." though based on the fact that she was wandering around mai's shop, she suspected flora wasn't getting much of anything done after all. "there was definitely something growing in an old water bottle i found, but who am i to judge an artist?" dark eyes tracked the other woman as she spoke, impossibly charmed by her and hearing about her novels. "a romance, huh? you know that's my genre of choice: tell me more. what's the setting?? who're the characters?"

"oh, is that what i am? a premier customer?" flora teased, the other's words rolling off of her tongue as she enunciated then back at her, glimmer of a smirk hinting in her eyes. they were both aware of mai's bias towards her though, as if it weren't obvious to anyone who also would have walked through the doors, but flora would urge her to go be a good shop owner anyway. besides, she liked sneakily watching her work. "is that an offer, or are you just humouring me?" not that she knew she'd get much writing done if she were around mai, but flora would gladly take a day or two of pretending to get more time with her. maybe figure out why she had always found the girl so familiar if they spent more time together, as if she knew her before they'd ever met. "i'm offended you think i need a fucking hazmat suit, bitch, but fine! if it gets you in my home again, i'll let you pretend like it's a biohazard zone." maybe she'd pruposefully go a few days without contact again, see if mai made good on her promise and steal her away for a little while. "well, unlike boring men, i've been a little inspired to dip my toes into rom-com territory. something light to get me out of my rut while my other novel sits on the back burner."

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"uh-huh. i'm sure it's at the top of your list." sarcasm was the devil's tongue, her father liked to say, but it felt easy to toss the flat words back at walter. even worse, it felt good. fun.... maybe even flirty, though she'd never considered herself capable of it. still, she felt an unbearable need to push herself and impress him where possible. "that's not really... i mean it's a limerick, these are a bit different." the words came out in a rush with a nervous giggle to punctuate it all as he grew closer. as his hand reached out to close around her arm and draw her closer, dani felt her cheeks grow hotter but, despite her father's voice in her head screaming at her to retreat, she couldn't help that she wanted him to know what was going on in her mind. it was the fear of not knowing how the pastor's hired hand would react that had her hesitating, but in her hesitation he managed to finally draw her close enough that her notebook began changing hands from her to him. "i—— you can't laugh!" though it was unlikely he'd find pages worth of her imagining what he looked like naked funny. the scenes she dreamed up of them together even less so. all she could hope was that maybe he would be interested, rather than repulsed.  

“mmm, okay, well… i’ll try not to keep doing that. so i don’t get struck down.” he didn’t mean to sound as sarcastic as he was, he just found himself amused by the conversation. what her father was looking for was a good, hard worker. and walter was that. but he also was a proud sinner from the city and needed to find some form of entertainment. nodding, walter liked to pretend he was understanding what she was referring to. if only to get a little more face time. “fuck, you’re not? less fun.” blue eyes glittered with the joke, playing with fire simply by being around the girl. giving into the conversation, when he knew he shouldn’t. but he noticed the hesitance, which made him want to know it even more. taking a step closer to her, walter tilted his head. “the only poetry i know is about the man from nantucket.” a beat. “i bet they’re better than anything i could come up with.” he set a hand on the girl’s elbow, urging her (and the notebook) closing to himself.

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was it impulsive? absolutely. irresponsible? without question. and yet both aspects of fig's plan had only excited darcy further. not that she had ever been particularly keen on the idea of marriage, but she did like the thought of sending some stuffy political talking head into a tizzy. regardless, though, things between she and the other woman had taken off quickly and seemed to only be accelerating at what onlookers would probably consider an alarming rate. which was pretty common for darce''s relationships, and the crash and burn out would no doubt be as inevitable as it had been in her past relationships. the difference was that, for once, she was actually trying to avoid the fallout. unfortunately, she wasn't sure their surprise elopement was doing the trick. still, darcy was happy to sip her champagne and let her fingers dance along the shimmering gowns. feeling the pleasant dizziness from the alcohol starting to creep in, she'd just taken a seat when the brunette emerged. "isn't that just like these fancy boutiques?" but there was no mistaking the goofy grin that began to stretch across her face as she stood to get a closer look. "i mean, i'd marry you in anything. or nothing, actually, that might be better." hands resting at fig's hips, she rotated the other woman slowly so that she was facing the mirror while darcy slotted herself in behind her, chin resting on her shoulder so she could admire the reflection in the mirror as well. "it's no shock that you look drop dead gorgeous, but i still think i like that first one. the way it hugged your ass?" her hands slid down the side of fig's hips, one palm reeling back to slap one of her ass cheeks playfully. "the real question is: what are you wearing for after the wedding? or, at least, for the first ten minutes after." before darce inevitably ripped it off of her.

open: f/nb (21+) plot: your muse and fig have been dating for a couple of weeks, much to the disappointment of her overbearing, perfectionist parents. unable to resist causing a scene, fig has taken your muse to vegas with plans to elope. muse: felicity "fig" fitzpatrick, twenty-three, politician's daughter, lesbian.

as much as she tried to distance herself from the fitzpatrick name, there were plenty of benefits to being part of a family unable to express any show of genuine affection, a large weekly allowance being one of them. they might not have been happy with the way that fig chose to live her life but for the most part the money kept her out of the way and kept her mouth shut while they tried to focus on her father's political campaigning. if he hadn't made a snarky comment under his breath upon fig showing him a photo of her latest partner then maybe she wouldn't have felt as compelled to prove not only to him but to the entire world that their relationship was flourishing and going to last, even if they hadn't even been dating for a full month. then again, with how obsessed she already was with them, it likely wouldn't have been long before she came up with the idea organically. an actual wedding dress wouldn't suit the casual nature of their vegas elopement or fig's personal style so she'd taken them to one of her favourite boutiques instead, the sort where they could sit and drink champagne while she skipped around trying on various skimpy dresses. "what'd you think, baby? this one?" the sleek, glittery fabric clung to fig's curves as she appeared out from behind the curtain and walked out to the large mirror in the middle of the room, parallel to where her partner was sitting. "it's a little shorter than the others... twice as expensive though, ain't that a joke" after reaching down the front of the dress to pull her tits up, making her cleavage extra pronounced, fig gave them a little spin to get all angles of the dress. "well? how about it? you feel like marrying me in this?"