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OPEN TO  :  f   /  m  /  nb   21+ MUSE  :  nemo ♥  PLOT  :  tldr; sure i broke up with you but its not MY fault our relationship fell apart, now i’m so lonely and i hate seeing you with someone new | based x (and kind of cherry too)

                      ❝ do you think this is easy for me? ❞  almost wishes he didn’t have to see the other again   ,   misses the shape of their lips even more so when he’d seen them in the arms of another man   .   never mind the fact that NEMO had broken things off   ,   nearly a month later he still goes home every night thinking about them   .   but today   ,   he can be hopeful that his ex would look upon him kindly   ,   see nemo as more than the man who’d broken their heart   ...   though truthfully with the air of arrogance he carried   ,   and the amount of times he’s drunk called   ,   he almost can’t blame them for that IRKED look on their face   .   head dipped with lackluster smile   ,   he hesitates to look into his ex-lover’s eyes   .  ❝ you call him baby, just like you used to call me ...   ❞ 

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OPEN TO  :  m  /  f  /  nb — idol / trainee / dancer — 18+ MUSE  :  valentine, a choreographer known for being hard to please PLOT  :  i’m not gonna go any easier on you just cause we slept together

                     ❝ stop—you missed step that for, like, the FIFTH time. ❞   he   rubs   at   his   nose   ,   tongue   in   cheek   as   he   stood   .   a   glance   downward   towards   notebook   in   hand   only   confirms   that   his   opposite   HAD   ,   in   fact   ,     missed   the   tiniest   step—   but   val   expected   perfection   .   a   deep   sigh   ,   roll   of   his   eyes   and   the   nervous   habit   of   chewing   on   his   pen   ,      the   man   gestures   towards   the   toned   frame   of   his   student   .   i don’t get paid enough for this.     ❝ you know, if you turned as well as you sucked dick, maybe you wouldn’t NEED to reaudition. do it again. ❞

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MAX: you left these in my backseat

MAX: [img sent]

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OPEN TO :  m / f / nb MUSE : mini (minhee) — aspiring idol / trainee PLOT : yes i used to bully you in high school but now you’re .. whew, so hot pls forgive me and maybe let me go down on you 

                      he’d always looked at his hometown with some sort of disdain   ,   this   ...   sideways glance that mini would give off because he was BETTER than all this small town bullshit   .   like this since high school   ,   words containing a careless cutting edge that stuck even after diploma was shoved in the back of his mind along with whatever scars or bruises mini had surely left behind   .   but he was back   .   for a little while   .   and he carried even more ARROGANCE than he did last time   .   he enters the bakery   .   the decision to abandon his diet was becoming easier and easier as pastries and breads filled his vision   ,   but probably the most delicious of things stood right behind the register   .   he remembers their EYES   ,   the look in them when mini would call them ANYTHING but their actual name   .   so much so that even now he has to look at their name tag to remind himself of the poor sap who was still stuck in this town   .   they’re THEM   ,   but different . taller   ,   maybe   ?   skin cleared   ,   a haircut that doesn’t hide just how attractive they’d become   .   ❝ you. ❞   he presses a finger against the plastic   ,   the smile of a soon-to-be star masking what intrusion he was making   .   he laughs a little bit   ,   dropping palms to shove inside of blue jeans   ,   looks towards the ground and then right back up   .   ❝ so .. do i get an employee discount? or like—friends and family? i mean-   i’m sure your soboro-pang is JUST as good as it looks, but unfortunately not for five dollars ...  ❞

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OPEN TO  : m/f/nb 18+ MUSE : max, troubled guy who’s given up on trying to be good PLOT : we both work at this convenience store and i suck and i’m always causing trouble

                      it was JUST ringing up items   ,   right   ?   snacks and condoms and beers   ,   mostly   .   it was a job   ,   but not a difficult one in the slightest   .   to be honest     ,   max didn’t really ever understand why they needed TWO people working at the same time   ,   but he won’t complain about the company   .   everything else   ,   though   ?   fair game   .   the uniforms   ,   blue smock-like synthetic strapped against his chest   ,   far too hot or a place with NO a.c., and one fucking STUPID rule   ,   no eating the merchandise. course, knowing max   ,   that was the first thing he’d done   .   he’s shoving a handful of bugles unpaid for   ,   into his mouth   ,   crunching before sipping from his beer bottle   .   he can FEEL his coworker judging him   ,   smirking   .   maybe he did this BECAUSE it’d get him attention   .   max is slinking closer   .   it isn’t the first time he’s flirted with the opposite   ,   but definitely their first overnight   .   he tilts his head   ,   blond locks falling and smile mischievous as he pushed the open can towards his coworker   .     ❝  come ON, indulge me a little bit ... we’re gonna be here all night long, one beer isn’t going to kill you    - in fact, i think it might liven us BOTH up.    ❞

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OPEN   TO :    m     /     f    /   nb CONNECTION :    we’re just friends but leo ALWAYS flirts  PLOT :   i promised you a shopping trip and im loaded, so why are you in the clearance section?? bitch get something nice

‘   god   ,   you’re   SO   fucking   sexy   ,   do you   know   that   ?   ’   leo   holds   no   reservation   ,   tongue   mischievously   planted   between   his   teeth   as   he   admired   the   other   in   the   bathing   suit   .   truly   ,   there   was   nothing   better   than   seeing   the   panicked   look   in   his   close   friend’s   eyes   whenever   leo   threw   out   compliment   after   compliment   .   he   follows   up   quickly   ,   tho   ,   lest   his   comments   weren’t     received   as   well   as   usual   .    ‘   -——you   know   it’s   damn   near   DECEMBER   ,   right   ?   don’t   just   buy   a   swimsuit   cause   it’s   CHEAP   ,   i   totally   saw   that   fur   you   were   eyeing   on   the   way   in   ,   if   you   want   it   ,   get   it   .  ’    he   gestures   towards   the   entrance   ,   legs   crossing   as   he   sat   back   ,   licking   his   lips   slightly   .  ‘   i’m   not   COMPLAINING   ,   don’t   get   me   wrong   ,   but   like   ,   seriously   ?   it’s   not   even   a   nice   bathing   suit   .   ’

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open starter ! | f/m/nb based on: he’s on the run from the police but came back cause he misses your muses :(

MAYBE   he   was   tired   of   running   ,   maybe   he   wanted   to   take   a   break   at   the   only   place   that   still   felt   like   something   familiar   …   or   maybe   he   just   missed   THEM    .   that   was   probably   the   hardest   part   of   running   ,   although   he   left   a   worthless   life   behind   ,   he’d   also   abandoned   the   person   who’d   meant   the   most   to   him   .   and   sure   ,   there   were   more   graceful   ways   to   SHOW   UP   as   opposed   to   climbing   through   a   window   at   3AM    ,   but   max   figured   this   was   the   best   way   to   not   leave   ANY   TIES    ,   nothing   that   could   get   his   old   friend   into   any   kind   of   trouble   .   his   palms   are   illuminated   only   by   the   moonlight   ,   posture   weighted   down   by   the   thickly   strapped   duffle   bag   sashed   across   him .    ‘    wait ,   wait ,   wait !!     ’   hushed,   but   urgent ,   he   hopes   his   familiar   timbre   will   ease   the   mind   of   his   opposite.   max   sucks   in   a   gulp   of   air   before   swallowing   thickly ,  ‘   it’s   just   me—it’s   ME   …  ’

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OPEN TO :  m  /  f  /  nb | 21+ MUSE :  jaeho, nervous anxiety ridden baby PLOT :  you’re my fbest riend and please hElp i don’t know what to get my girlfriend for valentine’s day- i’m sorry i keep bothering you (but i don’t know you have a crush on me)

the   brunet   is   borderline   pacing   ,   fingers   raising   to   his   lips   and   then   lowering   as   he   tried   to   curb   his   old   habit   of   chewing   down   to   the   nub   ,   but   he   was   nervous   .   then   again   ,   jaeho   was   so   often   cursed   with   anxiety   ,   it’s   a   wonder   how   he’d   even   gotten   this   far   .   ‘   no   ,   no—   it’s   not   JUST   valentine’s   day   ,   it’s   our   first   valentine’s   day ..   what   if   i   do   too   little   ?   oh   man   ...   i   should’ve   planned   earlier   ,   right   ?   ’   it’s   true   that   this   was   his   FIRST   girlfriend   ever   ,   obvious   to   nearly   anyone   that   he   was   inexperienced      and   a   bit   of   an   overthinker   ,   but   surely   his   friend   noticed   even   more   so   .   he   stops   ,   huffing   out   ,   ‘   what   if   i   ,   like   ,   get   her   too   much   and   i’m   not   THAT   important   to   her   ,   what   then   ?   ’   he’s   messing   with   his   hair   ,   pushing   bangs   forward   and   back   before   turning   to   his   friend   ,   sat   on   jaeho’s   bed   .   ‘   what   would   YOU   want   ? ...   ’

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OPEN TO  :  f  /  m  /  nb MUSE  :  mara, ex. good girl - now stripper / pole dancer PLOT  :  tldr; bartender who works at the club, they take the same train home | full plot here - minus the previous hanging out ♥

                      she HATES bubble gum—-   downright detests the snap in her jaw that’s become almost a second nature now   ,   minty essence that coated her tongue   ,   but that was the price mara was meant to pay if she intended to keep on smoking   .   as much as she loathed the aftertaste     ,   there was no better way to end her shift than to hang out back and complain about sore muscles   ,   counting ones and twenties    (  only if she’d been a particularly good girl that night  )    with one hand as the other would intermittently bring the dwindling cig to plump lips   .   and even if wallet is two tugs away   ,   when the other passes by   ,   she opts to shove wad of bills down her blouse   ,   pace of her chew and clack of her heels speeding up as she followed behind the other   ,   giving a short tap on their shoulder   .   she’s quick to gather attention before either of them got too close to the subway   .   the angel was USED to seeing them   ,   an unspoken sort of kinship that came from sharing a commute   .   she reveled in the moments where their eyes would meet as train would come barreling towards them   ,   simultaneous step off of the platform-   both of them finding seats   ,   never sitting next to each other   ,   but never too far away   .   and both knowing that mara was not nearly as nice as her pedestrian apparel would suggest   .    ❝ you got plans for the night? ❞    even with their shared workplace   ,   mara often opted to bother one of the OTHER bartenders when she wanted a drink   ,   ones where shaking assets got her at least a discount   ,   but she’d never really thought her opposite saw her that way   .   maybe it was a numbness to all of the pheromones they’d been exposed to-   a sort of immunity to the charming nature of mara   .   which was why they were the perfect sort of person to honestly critique her dancing   .    ❝ uh— if you feel like hanging ‘round for a bit would you do me a favor and let me know if this dance i’m working on is shit? .. feel like all the other girls will either gas me up or piss me off so... pretty please?    ❞

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open   to   :       m   /    nb connection   :   her friend’s older brother plot   :     “my bestfriend slept with my ex-boyfriend so as a revenge, i will try to sleep with her older brother” 

aria   had   always   harbored   some   sort   of   attraction   towards   the   male   on   the   couch   in   some   form   of   another.   it   was   never   anything   she   made   known,   in   fact,   quite   the   opposite.   it   was   more   than   a   handful   of   times   where   the   woman   had   been   CERTAIN   the   man   was   hitting   on   her   but   had   ignored   all   interest   in   honor   of   girl   code.   because   the   barriers   set   up   by   friendship   were   supposed   to   be   respected,   right?   apparently   not.   how   many   nights   had   aria   complained   to   her   friend   about   her   ex?   it   wasn’t   some   greasy   guy   she’d   convinced   to   buy   her   pretty   underwear,   no,      it   was   a   real   ex.   the   only   rationalization   aria   could   come   up   with   was   that   her   friend   had   done   that   to   HURT   HER,   so   she   had   to   do   the   same   in   return.

she   knew   that   the   only   thing   that   could   truly   get   under   the   other   woman’s   skin   was   hooking   up     with   her   brother.   and   she’s   had   keys   to   the   house   for   years—   that’s   how   close   they   were,   that   boundaries   like   this   didn’t   even   matter   because   they   were   supposed   to   trust   one   another.   walking     freely   into   the   living   room,   she   spots   the   male. ‘   uh ..   is   your   sister   here?  ’    she   knew   she   wasn’t,   sitting   right   next   to   the   male,   their   thighs   touching.   it   wasn’t   an   accident   that   the   hem   of   her   skirt   was   dwindling,   top   of   her   blouse   far   too   revealing,   even   more   so   in   their   close   proximity.   she   looks   him   up   and   down   from   attractive   features   to   the   remote   in   his   hand. ‘   dude,     it’s   a   fucking   saturday,   what   are   you   doing   here?   shouldn’t   you   be   out   with   your   girlfriend   or   something,   huh?   or   are   you   that   LAME   that   you’d   rather   sit   at   home   watching . .’   she   glances   towards   the   screen   before   snatching   the   remote   from   his   hands, ‘ . .    whatever   this   shit   is—can   i   change   the   channel?    ’

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OPEN TO :  m  /  f  /  nb | 21+ MUSE :  leo, guitar player, son of a famous musician, absolute slut PLOT :  i’m famous and the public thinks im sleeping with my bandmates bc i LOVE skinship but ... how could i be doing that when im too focused on flirting with my makeup artist / hair stylist

was   it   arrogant   to   say   that   he   usually   didn’t   have   to   try   this   hard   ?   a   silver-lined   tongue   was   all   leo   needed   to   get   someone   closer     ,   though   his   charm   and   good   looks   honestly   took   care   of   half   of   the   battle—it’s   no   wonder   that   he’d   risen   to   fame   nearly   as   quickly   as   his   father   had   .   the   guitarist   found   it   easy   to   get   people   into     his   bed   ,   often   times   the   RUMORS   spread   online   and   in   tabloids   holding   grains   of   truth   .   the   latest   had   been   about   him   sleeping   with   his   own   band   members   .   he’s   scrolling   on   his   phone   ,   chin   lifted   but   one   eye   closed   as   his   stylist   fixed   him   up   before   their   performance   ,   and   he   knows   he   should   stay   still   ,   but   the   heir   was   RESTLESS   ,   turning   to   nearly   shove   the   phone   in   his   opposite’s   face   .    ‘   that’s   ,   fuckin’   ,   crazy—right   ?   they   think   i’m   fucking   ,   like   ,   literally   everyone-   i   mean   ,   there   was   that   one   time   with   adam   ,   but—that   doesn’t   COUNT   ,   it   was   forever   ago   ...     ’   he’s   far   too   affectionate   for   his   own   good   ,   reaching   for   their   hand   before   it   can   touch   his   face   and   clasping   their   fingers   together   .   leo’s   constant   need   for   skinship   was   PROBABLY   (definitely)   the   reason   why   he   got   so   many   rumor’s   spread   ,   but   he   can’t   help   himself   .   his   stylist   was   so   pretty   and   their   hands   were   always   so   soft   .   it’s   a   shame   they   seemed   like   the   ONE PERSON   who   didn’t   want   to   sleep   with   him   .     ‘   hmmm   ...   do   you      wanna   make   out   with   me   ?   ’   it’s   blunt   ,   but   that   was   leo   .   he     smiles   ,   almost   teasing   them   ,   he   expects   a   no   ,   or   rather   a   whack   on   the   forehead   with   a   makeup   brush   .    ‘   come   onnnn ...   it’ll   draw   attention   from   me,   apparently,   having   orgies   with   my   groupmates..   ’

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open   to :     f   /  m   /    nb connection   :   someone cooler than him, prolly a college student (like jae) plot :     im a shy boy & asked you out on a date; sure the date wasn’t amazing but can i kiss you :(

jae   wasn’t   an   IDIOT—this   wasn’t   his   first   outing   with   someone,   he   knew   when   things   weren’t   going   well.   even   more   frustrated   considering   just   how   many   times   he’d   asked   the   other   out,   only     to   be   stuck   inside   of   his   bubble   of   awkwardness   all   night   long.   on   paper   it   was   a   solid   date,   the   taste   of   strawberry   ice   cream   and   memory   of   the   movie   they’d   seen   still   freshly   engraved   into   jae’s   mind,   but   so   were   his   many   regrets.   should   he   have   been   more   polite,   less?   he   gnaws   down   on   his   lip,   eyes   glued   to   the   ground   as   he   walked   the   other   to   their   doorstep.      jaeho     could   almost   FEEL   the   lack   of   a   second   date,   but   if   that   was   the   case,   tonight   should   count   as   much   as   possible,   right?   clearing   his   throat,   he   raises   his   eyes   to            reluctantly   look   the   other   in   the   eyes,  ‘   would   it   be   alright   if   i         . . .          if   i-i   kissed   you?   ’

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OPEN  TO   :   m    /   nb CONNECTION   :  male escort PLOT  :  i got married to a woman 4 weeks ago but i think i might definitely be gay . . .

‘    so ———-      d-do   i   pay   you   ,   like   ,   BEFORE   or   after   ? ’   he   couldn’t   be   standing   further   away      from   the   hotel   bed   on   which   his   escort   laid   .   wringing   hands   ,   nemo   fiddles   with   the   golden   wedding   ring   he   always   wore   ,   slowly   working   the   metal   off   of   his   finger   .   the   man   isn’t   certain   if   his   shame   stems   from   what   he   was   doing   in   general   ,   or   from   the   fact   that   it’d   taken   him     THIS   long   to   realize   he   liked   boys   . ‘   and   this   is   fully   confidential   ,   right   ?   ’

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open   to  :     f   /  m   /    nb connection   :   we just met but you’re cool asf even if you’re shy plot  :     you’re leaving so early? come onnnn hang out for longer 

he’s     got     his     arm     slung     around     the     shoulder     of     someone     pretty,     drink     in     hand     that     he     sipped     from     slowly     throughout     the     night.     and     though     leo’s     half     listening     to     some        story     his     stupid     friend     was     spewing—something     that     sounded     like     pure         bullshit—all     he     can     really     focus     on     is     THEM.     across     the     room,     seemingly     stuck     to     the     wall.     he’d     only     met     them     a     couple     of     hours     ago,     but     all     leo     could     focus     on     was     the        desire     to     drag     him     into     the     chaos     of     his     house     party.     even     though     his     walls     were     littered     with     trinkets     and     toys,     famously     signed     guitars,     his     father’s     platinum     albums,     it     seemed     like     none     of     that     impressed     the     other . . .     which,     of     course,     drew     leo     in.     and     he’d     honestly     half     expected     them     to     at     LEAST     stay     past     12,     but     he     knew     that     look,     the     look     towards     the     door.     and     leo     shoots     up,     leaving     the     pretty     girl     and     his     friend     behind     as     he     raced     to     the     other’s     side     before     they     could     make     it     to     the     door.     he     smiles,     exuding     charm,     eyes     sparkling, ‘      hey,     hey . .      hold     up !      you     didn’t     even     get,     like,     three     drinks,     do     your     friends     know     you’re     leaving?     i—      i     thought     we     could     hang     or     something,     you,     like,     just     got     here.    ’

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open   to :    f    /    m   /    nb connection   :   stranger / son or daughter of a new business partner / new business partner plot :   he assumed your muse was his new assistant oops

‘ oh——   FINALLY ,   the   temp   agency   sent   you   ,   right   ?     ’   before   the   other   can   squeeze   out   a   word   ,   minhyuk   shoves   his   briefcase   in   their   direction   .   he   MEANS   WELL   ,   but   mind   was   busy   .  ‘   could   you   put   that   on   my   desk   ?   and   uh . . .   i   want   a   large   coffee   from   down   the   road   ,     extra     shot   ,   two   sugars   ,   almond   milk—NOT regular milk, not creamer, almond—do   you   got   that   ? ’

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OPEN   TO :    m    /   nb CONNECTION :   stranger  /  enemy  / ex  /  ex-friend PLOT :   max stole your muses wallet asklhda

‘   DUDE—-   i   didn’t   touch   your   shit   .   ’    the   leather   wallet   hidden   in   his   coat   said   otherwise,   but   max   would   never   admit   to   swiping   it   when   he   THOUGHT   the   other   wasn’t   looking.   he   lowers   the   cigarette   from   his   lips   ,   blowing   the   smoke   in   the   face   of   the   other.   maybe   max   figured   the   other   would   back   down,   or   maybe   he   WANTED   to   start   something …   ‘   BACK   THE   FUCK   OFF   before   you  REGRET   coming   up   to   me   ,   okay   ?  ’