#＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › starter ⁝ open.

[assidvous]

here's a fun little reverse starter call while i work my way through my drafts !! like this post and i'll go through your opens and reply to one or two or a couple that need some luvin .

[womansound]

open  to  :  any

muse  :  eve  heaton  —  interior  designer

plot  :  “it´s  my  cousin's  wedding  and  seeing  all  these  happy  couples  is  killing  me  and  all  i  can  think  about  is  how  this  was  almost  us,  and  i  know  that  it’s  two  in  the  morning  and  i’m  dressed  really  formally  and  a  little  (a  lot)  bit  drunk  but  i  couldn’t  stop  thinking  about  you  after  my  grandma  asked  how  you  were  doing  also  can  i  come  in  it’s  freezing  out  here”

         "...  hey."  she  doesn't  expect  the  door  to  open;  her  eyes  had  already  been  straying  away,  looking  for  a  means  of  escape,  when  suddenly  she's  met  with  the  face  of  them  and  any  chance  of  leaving  is  instantly  nullified.  even  in  her  slightly  inebriated  state  she  can  still  take  them  in,  and  it  sends  a  rush  through  her  that  alcohol  can't  compare  to.  eve  digresses;  she  wraps  both  arms  across  her  chest  as  a  means  of  warming  up  her  merely  dress-clad  frame  (  seriously  —  when  did  spring  nights  get  so  cold  ?  ).  "can  i  —"  she  shudders;  shuts  her  eyes,  tries  not  to  wince.  "can  i  come  in  ?"

[loveafairs-a]

𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵  𝑻𝑶   :  female / nb. 𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻  :  in the source.  𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

         〞it's maddening . . . how much you consume my every being, my every waking thought. so what makes you think that there is a corner on this entire earth that you could travel to far away enough to free me from this torment ?  because there isn’t an inch far enough that’ll make this any easier for either of us . 〟

[cttncndys]

open to:  f  /  nb muse:  duke  turner  ,  twenty  -  five  ,  automotive  technician  .

“  i  was  never  in  love  with  you  .  now  leave  me  alone  .  ”

[assidvous]

open to : m / f / nb ! ( both mutuals and non - mutuals. )

plot : based on this ; my muse discovers her fiancé's been cheating through an anonymous text filled with receipts. she goes through with the wedding anyway , and during her vows , she publicly exposes his betrayal by reading out his texts , dumps his ass and leaves. afterwards your muse , who they've always had a thing with but never acted on , comes to check on her to see how she's doing.

possible connections : friends , ex - fiance's sibling , best friend , best man, maybe they're the one that sent the text etc. just have fun with it , honestly !

‘ i just feel so fucking stupid. ’ the brunette shakes her head , sigh slipping passed parted lips , exhaustion hanging heavy beneath tired eyes. ‘ i swear i knew something wasn't right but i kept gaslighting myself into believing i was just being paranoid. ’ mix of frustration and disbelief clinging to each word spoken.

[assidvous]

open to : anyone ! mutals and non - mutuals.

muse : micah lockridge , early 30s , firefighter.

connections : exes , old friends , etc. have fun with it !

‘ yeah , yeah ... i get it , you hate me ... ’ brows knit together and micah cocks his head in confusion at the other. ‘ so what are you doing here ? ’

[womansound]

open  to  :  f  !

muse  :�� nick  mcfly,  lead  guitarist  of  qu'est  ce  que  c'est  ?

          “i  just  didn’t  like  the  way  they  were  looking  at  you.    like  you  weren’t  mine.”

[womansound]

open  to  :  anyone  !

muse  :  lucky  kim,  singer  and  sushi  restaurant  waiter

          “i  knew  you  wouldn’t  bring  a  jacket,”  he  begins,  shrugging  his  coat  off  shyly.  “so  i  made  sure  to  color  coordinate  with  you  so  you  could  wear  mine  on  the  way  home.”

[womansound]

open  to  :  any

muse  :  lucky  kim  —  vocalist  for  band  angel  of  small  death,  sushi  restaurant  worker

plot  :  we’ve  lived  in  this  tiny  ass  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone  because  no  one  leaves  and  when  we  were  young  we  would  sit  up  at  night  on  your  roof  and  i’d  listen  to  you  talk  about  how  you  were  actually  going  to  do  it  one  day  and  you  did  but  you  never  knew  i’ve  had  a  crush  on  you  ever  since  back  then  so  when  you  send  me  postcards  from  all  these  different  cities  with  bright  lights  it  makes  my  heart  hurt  and  here  we  are  several  months  later  and  i’m  finally  starting  to  move  on  but  oh  wait  you’re  back  and  my  heart’s  beating  like  crazy  well  fuck  

          "hey,  you  kept  the  postcards."  a  glimmer  of  recognition  gives  way  to  muted  delight  as  he  notices  the  different  cities  on  photographs  strung  up  on  the  other's  wall.  it's  weird,  being  back;  it  had  been  the  longest  tour  the  band's  gone  on,  and  while  lucky  doesn't  feel  like  he's  changed  much,  the  small  town  he'd  always  called  home  certainly  felt  foreign  to  him  —  strange.  now,  though,  looking  at  the  other,  the  overwhelming  feeling  is  nostalgia;  a  longing  to  return  to  what  once  was  (  maybe  what  they  once  had,  too.  or  do  they  have  it  still  ...  ?  lucky  doesn't  know  anymore  ).  he  takes  this  moment  to  turn  to  them;  fully  taking  in  their  features,  tentative  smile.  "how  have  you  been  ?"

[womansound]

open  to  :  any  —  friends,  secretly  in  love  friends,  fwbs,  exes,  significant  others.  whatever  works  !

muse  :  marx  ong  —  video  game  producer

          a  loud  sigh  parts  his  lips,  though  it's  not  without  endearment.  "okay,"  ever  so  gently,  he  helps  the  other  off  the  bar  stool,  hands  steady  on  their  forearm  to  ensure  they  don't  wholly  slump  over.  at  this  rate,  marx  is  almost  impressed  they  still  managed  to  dial  his  number  and  call  him  over,  but  he'll  save  that  to  tell  them  later.  wrapping  an  arm  around  them,  he  offers  them  a  soft  smile.  "let's  get  you  home,  yeah  ?"

[womansound]

open  to  :  anyone  !

muse  :  julian  keynes,  vocalist  and  rhythm  guitarist  of  qu'est  ce  que  c'est  ?

          “are  we  …  breaking  the  rules  ?”

[womansound]

open  to  :  anyone  !

muse  :  bear  thawon,  football  player

          “aw,  baby,  it’s  so  cute  when  you’re  jealous.”

[womansound]

open  to  :  anyone  !

muse  :  sangheon  oh,  architect

          “you  got  a  little  something  on  your  face  …”  throat  goes  dry  as  his  hand  reaches  out,  swiping  at  the  stray  eyelash  on  their  cheek.  “...  there.”

[womansound]

open  to  :  anyone  !

muse  :  irish  walsh,  drummer  of  qu'est  ce  que  c'est  ?

          “i’ve  never  done  anything  like  this  before.”

[womansound]

open  to  :  anyone  !

muse  :  louisa  “  lou  “  fier,  law  school  dropout,  dog  walker,  horror  movie  buff

          “what,  this  ?”  she  looks  down  at  her  sweater  —  their  sweater,  really  —  before  meeting  their  gaze  once  more  with  feigned  cluelessness.  “don’t  know  what  you  mean.  this  has  always  been  mine,  actually.”

[womansound]

open  to  :  anyone  !

muse  :  clara  maxwell,  football  player

          “you  wanna  lose  a  limb  tonight  ?”  she  makes  a  wall  between  them,  staring  the  third  party  down  with  venom  dripping  from  their  gaze.  “beat  it,  fucker.”