#muse: maddox

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: f (romantic), any (platonic/familial) with: maddox willingham prompt: maddox finally has a gig, and he's nervous to go on stage, so he's spending his last few minutes before showtime workshopping lyrics with you.

"Don't laugh! I'm already freaking out enough as it is!" Despite his words, Mads was chuckling under his breath, quickly scratching out the lyric he'd just written down, labeling it in his head as a total dud. There was really no reason to be this nervous. He'd performed before, and sure, that had been on a small stage in front of about 20 people with literally no stakes, and this was a bigger stage with lights and noise and about three hundred eyes zeroed in on him, but he was a good musician. He knew he was a good musician. There was no reason to be this freaked. "Okay, what about this one? Too cliche? Too esoteric?"

[rosesonbreeze]

@rampxnt | Maddox and Your Muse, At Maddox's Apartment in London

It's rare for Maddox to sleep in, without a roaring headache or a heaping of regret waiting him. Outside of the track, he attempts to keep a modicum of sanity. Even if his latest exploits in the Indycar make him an unwanted commodity. In Formula 1, however... Well, that's an entirely different story. One that his companion wouldn't have any interest in, as they slept peacefully by his side. The pair of them had fallen asleep shortly after rising with the morning, and getting lost in each other, and Maddox is the first to speak when he feels them stir. "When's the last time you've been to Italy?" Maddox asks sleepily, scratching his beard. "I'm heading over there, for work. And if you're around..." Well, why not have this fun all over again?

[betweenmuses]

One Step Forward - Maddox & Jeffrey (closed for @ragtagrunaways)

Maddox had stared at his phone for what felt like forever at the invitation that was presented on the screen. Jeffrey had reached out and asked if Maddox wanted to come over, and while inwardly Maddox was screaming absolutely from the rooftops, outwardly he immediately became nervous. Jeffrey was the one person who just did things to Maddox, made him feel things that he hadn't thought possible, desires that had long been kept hidden from the world, so by agreeing to go to his house tonight, wouldn't that be leading the sheep right into the lions den? He couldn't turn him down though, not when there was just something so damn irresistible about him, so a little while later he sent his response, that he'd be over in about an hour, and he made sure to get cleaned up and put on a decent outfit.

He tried to keep it casual but still found himself wearing a black pair of dress pants with a lilac button-down shirt. It looked like he'd stepped right out of the office but he just didn't know hot to dress more casually than that, and quite possibly he dressed to try to impress the man he'd be going to visit tonight. He made it to the others place, parked his car, and made it up the steps so that he was standing at the door. He let out a nervous sigh, turning to look back towards his car as he wondered if this was a good idea, but his hand still reached over to knock on the door - it was too late to turn back now as he stood and waited to see the most gorgeous man answer that door.

[rosesonbreeze]

He's tempting Luca's unfamiliar ire with this game. But would Maddox truly be a race car driver if he didn't enjoy some modicum of risk? Shifting in his seat, he can only meet Luca's unequivocal gaze with his own. "I always meant to keep my Formula 1 debut under wraps until the last possible second. Contract negotiations, non-disclosure agreements... The ink was barely dry when you told me who you drove for." And still, all Maddox offers is context when Luca is searching for answers. "I didn't want my second act to be about the fact that I'm sleeping with my partner." Licking his lips, he adjusts in his seat. The weight of Luca's eyes, asking for more than Maddox is giving. The answer? Well, it is gory, and Maddox puffs his lips in relent. For a second, his gaze drops. "And maybe I wasn't sure about how you'd play it, if you knew in advance." They liked each other between the sheets. But this? This was business, their livelihoods, their legacies. Maddox couldn't chance it, even if it meant conduct unbecoming. "Maybe I like winning more than I care about being a good-" What could he describe his role in Luca's life? "A good partner." He lands on, cusp of something professional and something well-meaning. "I am sorry, Luca."

Luca's jaw tightened as he listened to Maddox's words. The mention of the Indycar championship and the implied superiority grated on him. It was clear that Maddox was here to make a statement, to challenge Luca in every way possible. The cameras captured Luca's composed exterior, but inside, a storm was brewing. As the room shifted to the Formula 2 conference, Luca seized the moment to confront Maddox without the scrutiny of the media. He watched Maddox remove his mic, his expression shifting to one of cautious curiosity. Luca's eyes bore into Maddox's, searching for any sign of deception or insincerity. The anger he felt was tempered by the lingering affection he couldn't entirely suppress. "Mad enough," Luca replied, his voice low and controlled, but laced with a sharp edge. "But I'm listening." He crossed his arms, his stance a mixture of defensiveness and reluctant openness. The betrayal stung, but Luca needed to understand why Maddox had kept this secret, why he had blindsided him in such a public way. "Start talking," Luca said, his gaze unwavering. "And make it good."

[annahanover]

[babyyarlert]

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[littlequeenies]

September 1973 - Lori "Lightning" Mattix backstage at the Whisky A Go-Go in Los Angeles with Sylvain Sylvain of the New York Dolls and an unidentifiend woman (photo 1); and Lisa Robinson, Steve Paul, Danny Fields and Iggy Pop (photo 2).

Photos by Bob Gruen, from his website.

[rosesonbreeze]

He's prepped and ready to head out. After shave slicked on his jaw, cologne dabbed on his neck. Boy's night, down at the pub. A time honored tradition, especially for single mavericks like Maddox. Not even the rain, harsh and torrential, should keep him away. He's already got his hand on the door when he hears a knock, and Maddox catches a look at Vivian through the peephole. "Is tonight my lucky night, or your unlucky one?" He asks, cherry wittism as he glances down her lithe frame wet from the rain. "Come in." Maddox invites, dropping his keys on the counter. Boys night can wait.

muse ↳ vivian everly fitz // innocent. early to mid 20s. girl next door, bright eyed, bubbly, emotional.

faceclaim/diana silvers

open to ↳ anyone

based on ↳ this!

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the flood of anxiety inside vivian matched the flood of freezing rain that fell in sheets on top of her. of course, today was the day she forgot her keys. she had locked herself out. great. awesome. on top of this, she knew nobody that she could stay with. wallowing in her misery, she almost decided to stick it out and get hypothermia. but, then she remembered the next door neighbor who she had been silently flirty with since she moved in a few months back, only a few words of small talk slipping through the tension filled gazes. she swallowed her fear as she stood on their doorstep, her clothes soaked through and her hair sticking to her soft face in wet strings. finally, she knocked, shivering on the steps as she awaited an answer.

[iamnmbr3]

it’s so funny to me that Bruce Maddox thought if he won the trial he was just gonna disassemble Data by force. like. bro. that would have gone. so poorly. yeah sure Data is nice. bc he WANTS TO BE. not bc he has to be. like he may seem super passive and calm but he is so very not.

I think Data is the crew member most likely to just straight up disobey orders if he thinks its important. or call ppl tf out if he disagrees with them. or remember the time he straight up tried to brutally murder Kivas Fajo and then lied 2 Riker about it?

not to mention he has super strength and is way more durable than a human. remember the episode when his homing device activated and he took over the whole ship in like 5 minutes?! 

yeah. Data would’ve acted all obedient and left with Bruce Maddox and then would’ve been all ‘unfortunately the shuttlecraft depressurized and Dr. Maddox did not survive.’ (and u know the whole enterprise crew woulda been like ‘yeah such a shame. what a tragic accident. anyway guess data gets 2 stay with us. bye now.) 

[swtsours-archived]

does anyone want a starter from one of my co*dy ch*ristian muses? 👉👈

[virtueofsanityx]

closed starter for @ohmylcve

besides one small hiccup, the show had been good. the place had been full, crowd loud and singing along, and maddox felt that amazing high of performing live that always just left him feeling good. of course, that one small hiccup-- he wasn't sure it had been true, that he'd really seen her sitting there in the front row, the song he was singing had been written about her, and now she was watching him sing it live. if it had been her at all. he had managed to shake off that feeling until the aftershow meet and greet, when someone had tapped him on the arm and pointed. her. it was definitely her, and maddox thought it was probably better to quickly move and catch her before she made it too far into the party, hand on her arm and pulling her to the side. "what are you doing here?"

[rosesonbreeze]

In many ways, there is no cause for concern; he and Bethany end up exactly where they are meant to be. She's free from the temptation of danger and uncertainty, instead echeloned to her white-picket fence part of the world. And he, in turn, is no longer stuck pretending to be more than he is. This should be peace. But Maddox never did do well with a tranquil bay. He enjoys the riptides of the ocean, the uncertainty in the way it moves. His grasp loosens along the steering wheel, glancing wickedly at Bethany. Then, without warning, he takes on quick glance at the open, one-way road and guns it. The classic Mustang roars in turn, and Maddox turns back at her with a wolfish grin.

"You were saying?" His foot is hard on the pedal until they approach the incline, only to release once the natural momentum helps the car roll down the hill. A cheeky comment, scarcely left on the tip of his tongues; Does your husband ever have this kind of fun? But he chooses his battles, instead meeting her eventual response with a shrug. "Nice is... Nice." At the very least, he can rest easy knowing that Bethany isn't holed up in her pristine home with some beast of a man. James may not be the stuff of the greats, but there's something to be said for a guy that can stick it out. It's not like Maddox ever excelled at that.

"Anna." He supplies at her question, a modicum of guilt presenting itself in his chest. She, like Bethany's James, is a good person. And more than that, a forgiving person. She saw right past Maddox's bad reputation and felonies, to uncover the potential underneath. She does what Bethany couldn't; she saves him. So why was he here, with Beth? "She's one of those tourism influencer chicks. Always traveling. She's..." Maddox shrugs. "She stuck it out with me when I was stealing cars and getting arrested. She's good to me." But whether or not she's the one is an entirely different question.

Bethany wishes she could come up with a defence for her husband just to wipe that smug look off of Maddox's face. But, unfortunately, his assumptions are too spot on for her to completely deny it. James' qualities are what make him exactly what Bethany needs - safe. He is the 'nice guy' personified without actually needing to constantly make a point of saying that he's the nice guy, James genuinely doesn't have a mean-spirited bone in his body. He was a safe option, a man in a stable successful career with a multitude of progression opportunities, and he never gave her any cause to question his faithfulness. Bethany saw these all as reasons to reward him by being a 'good' wife, being the backbone of his support and not making too much of a fuss when his work trips meant that he'd only be around for a few weeks max. Her marriage provides her with enough of a financial blanket to consider giving up her own career, an idea she only toys with on her most stressful office days. Then she returns home to the quiet of their apartment and the voices of her favourite podcasts to keep her company while she makes dinner, and Bethany wonders if this is how she envisions being married. James is out of town, again, and it awards her with the benefit of not having to make up an excuse about going to lunch with friends. Still, even though she and Maddox have agreed to keep their dynamic strictly within the platonic realm, Bethany can't ignore the mild buzz she feels in his company. It's a creeping thrill she hasn't felt since before her marriage and the more it surfaces, the more her guilt rises to match. "That's funny, because it didn't cross my mind at all" She rolls her eyes. "I'm more concerned with the fact that you still believe you're above the speed limit" She shoots him a look that is both teasing and accusatory. "James is nice..." Bethany tries to find a word to summarise her husband without giving Maddox any inkling that his guesses were a little too good. "He's exactly what I need" She finally adds and feels slightly better about her answer. "What about you?" If they are touching on the topic of spouses then she intends to get her impressions too. "What's your fiancee like?"

[rosesonbreeze]

@mocnlighted | Bethany and Maddox, A Fall Sunday in Upstate New York

Friends. It's what they land on, after one too many drinks and double-entendres at the homely bar in Brooklyn. Bethany and Maddox would be friends. An agreement that comes about as a result of a challenge; neither wanted to admit the torment in being in the other's presence. So they double down and agree that they could be friends. If Maddox weren't three drinks in and armored with pride, he'd talk himself out of the idiocy. He and Bethany were many things; childhood loves, bitter exes, and even the real thing once upon a time. Friendship, however, had no place in their vocabulary. They either ran hot, or desperately cold. But the deal is made, and pride and delusion keep Maddox from reneging. Or so he tells himself. Better idiocy than the truth - he missed her.

"I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no. I didn't steal this car. I bought it myself." Maddox says, breaking the silence in what is another bad idea. After nights of texting, he invites her on a drive to the countryside in his new Mustang. They haven't been to Patsy's since they broke up, and the homely diner in upstate New York seemed tempting (if not safe) for their new foray into friendship. As far as his fiance is concerned, Maddox is just following up on another lead from another investigation. The finer details of Bethany's sudden reappearance in his life still kept quiet, having sworn both Xavier and Madison into secrecy. Besides, it's all innocent. Two old friends, mending their tortured past. Right?

"So... James." He's pried enough from their last night out. True to form, Bethany ended up with the "right" kind of guy from the right side of the tracks. He fit well into the posh, cookie cutter world that Maddox would undoubtedly obliterate with his whims. "What's he like? Apart from rich and well-mannered and probably a bore." It's not wise to throw stones at her new husband. But Maddox never played it safe, even in the best of times.

[betweenmuses]

Status || Closed for @trashedrps Muses || Maddox & Hayden

The doctor was starting to get used to his typical Thursday afternoons of driving over to Hayden's house to check on him without the prying eyes of the office. He understood that it made Hayden feel more comfortable being in his own home, and although at the beginning Maddox had found himself quite nervous he was settling and actually enjoying their interactions outside of the office. Hayden was relaxed, the doctor enjoying what he was learning about him, and when all was said and done Maddox simply said his goodbye's and went on his way. It was the least invasive, and had actually been something that Maddox grew to look forward to each week.

Obviously, this week was no different than the others, Maddox worked in the pediatrics unit, but when it came time to leave to go to Hayden's he grabbed the bag he'd need and said his goodbyes to his colleagues (he sure as hell wasn't going to make the drive back to the office after finishing up with Hayden - not when his house was so much closer to Maddox's). He made it to Hayden's house in quick time, parking in the driveway as he made his way to the door and knocked several times. He couldn't very well just walk in, the last thing he'd want to do was walk in on something he wasn't supposed to, so instead he stood at the door waiting patiently for an answer - a smile adorned on his face, glad that they'd be getting some face time again.

[yuungmenace]

lawless event 002;; the faceless ship ft. maddox luo

[rosesonbreeze]

"You, too." There's an echo of something genuine in his voice, despite the animosity clear in the irises of Luca's eyes. Now, they truly know one another. Whatever blanket of anonymity and mystery they had, replaced with quickened intimacy. They were teammates now; each other's closest companion, and most venomous competition. "I do." He confirms, unmoved by the edge in Luca's voice. He may be angry now, but how long did he stay that way after Maddox looked at him with his big brown eyes? "I'm happy to be here. My championship title from Indycar-" A flex, and much of the reason for bringing him on despite the risk, causing camera lenses to flare. "Will make the difference in winning the Constructors-" His eye glints at Luca. "And Driver's championship this win." A clear mark - he may dream of Luca's lips, come undone under his touch. But Maddox plays to win. Isn't that why he's kept this secret as long as he has? The press conference carries on, with maintained composure, and it's only as the room breaks for a turnover to the Formula 2 conference that he can finally remove his mic. "How mad are you?" Maddox asks, pursing his lips suggestively. On a scale of Maddox on his knees, or in between Luca's legs? "I can explain."

Luca kept his expression neutral, his mind racing with disbelief and a growing sense of betrayal. Maddox's smirk as he adjusted his Ferrari shirt only added to the surrealness of the situation. Luca shook his hand, feeling the weight of the cameras on them, and fought to keep his cool. "Nice to finally meet you, Maddox," he replied, his tone steady but his mind screaming, What the fuck? The bro hug that followed made Luca stiffen, and Maddox's whisper in his ear sent a shiver down his spine. "You have explaining to do.” he retorted just for both of them to hear. Pulling back, Luca forced a tight-lipped smile, his composure intact despite the turmoil inside. "Welcome to Ferrari," he said loud enough for journalists to catch on, his voice carrying the weight of professionalism. "Let's make sure we both podium, hm?” The words felt hollow, a mere formality in the face of the shocking revelation. As they posed for the cameras, Luca's mind raced with questions and a growing sense of anger. But he couldn't let it show. Not here, not now. He turned to face the cameras again, his expression a mask of calm determination while his arm wrapped around Maddox’s shoulder and made sure to give rather a firm squeeze of what he would say reassurance. "Ready to give it our all," he added, the words more for the benefit of those watching than for Maddox.